And then, there they were—the two of them. Cassie watched as her own image was projected ten stories tall, first flogging Stone and then being flogged and “punished” in turn, and then being pleasured as her partner went down on her with obvious enthusiasm.
Gozeriam didn’t just play a snippet of their scene either—he played the entire thing, right to the part where the director was yelling at them to cut and Cassie had to beg her partner to stop because she was exhausted.
Cassie squirmed in her seat—she couldn’t look at Stone. It was one thing to do a sexual scene with her partner—it was something else entirely to be forced to watch it with him right beside her! Oh God, would the humiliation never end?
At last, it was over. Or at least, the holo faded from the disk. But then they had to listen to Gozeriam’s remarks on their performances.
“We have seldom seen such exuberance—such creativity and voracious sexual hunger!” the Slimerian announced. “We are very pleased with our two newest actors, Mistress Cassandra and her body-slave, Stone. Please, would the two of you stand and take a bow?” he went on.
Oh God—it just gets worse and worse! Cassie thought. But what could she do? They couldn’t refuse to bow—it would get them on Gozeriam’s bad side if they did.
Pasting a grin that felt as real as a three-dollar-bill on her face, she and Stone stood and turned to take a bow to the audience of assembled creatures. They were greeted with clapping and hooting and various other sounds of alien approval and approbation.
“Thank you.” Cassie nodded at the crowd. “Thank you. I’d like to thank the Academy.”
“What?” Stone glanced down at her, an uncertain frown on his face.
“Nothing,” Cassie muttered through clenched teeth as she kept smiling. “Just a little joke. Do you think we can sit down now?”
“I imagine it would be all right,” Stone murmured.
“Good.” Cassie gave one last wave and sank gratefully back into her seat, her cheeks flaming.
Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined she would do a porno with her partner and then get a standing ovation for it. If her life got very much stranger, she was going to have to wonder if someone had slipped her a drug and she was actually sitting in a corner somewhere having vivid hallucinations.
“Such an excellent performance,” Gozeriam burbled again. “It is so good, in fact, that we shall keep it here in our private chest for further viewing.”
He nodded at two of his guards who pulled out a large metal chest with a domed lid. They opened it and the little silver camera-drone which had recorded their scene came whizzing down from the high ceiling, where it had been projecting their scene onto the silver disk above Gozeriam’s head.
One of the guards plucked the ball from the air and turned towards the Slimerian, as though awaiting orders.
“Title it, ‘Forbidden One’,” Gozeriam told her. “And tuck it carefully into the viewing chest—we shall want to see it again soon.”
The female guard nodded and pulled out a bright pink, fluorescent writing instrument. She wrote quickly and neatly on the side of the silver camera-ball and then tucked it into the chest, among many others, before shutting the lid carefully.
“Well, Mistress, that’s quite an honor,” The Beast purred, eyeing Cassie. “His Slimefullness never adds a new vid to his viewing chest unless he really likes it. And I have to say, I can see why he liked it.”
“Have you ever had a vid added to the viewing chest?” Cassie asked him. She didn’t like the way the big bastard was looking at her—like she was a juicy steak and he was starving—and she wanted to change the subject. But then, he had just watched a porno starring her—which had probably given him ideas. Which made her doubly glad for Stone’s arm around her shoulders.
“I did—once.” The Beast nodded. “It was the scene I told you about—with the girl I injected with the new aphrodisiac his Greatness was trying out? The one that makes females want pain instead of pleasure?”
Cassie sat up straighter in her chair. The snuff film! It’s in the viewing box!
“That’s interesting,” she said, trying to keep her voice level. “And what did he name yours?”
“Deadly.” The Beast flashed a white, murderous smile at her that made Cassie sick to her stomach. But she refused to be intimidated.
“That makes sense, I guess,” she said. “Where does his Slimefullness keep his viewing chest, anyway? I suppose it’s always near him, so he can rewatch the vids he likes easily?”
“It’s stored backstage, I think,” The Beast said, nodding at the female guards who were carrying the huge chest away, behind the long red curtain. “His Slimefullness likes to be able to look at his favorite vids night and day.”