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Kalin’s journey to Zara’s home world Varia Prime was a new frontier in his time with her. Just as Zara and the others had analysed countless variables of his behaviour, he had tried to track the variables of the Viridians’ behaviour. For all the elements he had tracked, he knew that two major factors had influenced his insights. Firstly, and most obviously, the substantial proportion of time he’d spent around them in blinding pain had no doubt caused him to miss something vital; but secondly, and perhaps more importantly, he had only seen Zara and Zania with free roaming of a full compound with other, slightly less sadistic Viridians. The sudden shift to a spacecraft less than a tenth of the size of the compound on the unnamed backwater moon without the others may be a calming influence, or it might make things worse for Kalin, or it might have no impact at all.
This morning, Kalin awoke to find himself the small spoon to Zara’s big spoon. She had the arm that went under him diagonally across his body from his abdomen on one side to his shoulder on the other.
The sleeping quarters were even more austere than anything in the compound. It made sense - Zara had done little to decorate her own quarters in the compound. Kalin rolled his eyes at his own thought process. He was bored, and the coming days in flight would be little more than a simplified environment punctuated by what would have qualified as torture in most civilisations. ‘Like I’m trapped between a rock and a hard kick,’ he mused to himself.
At that, the door slid open. Zania’s gold eyes locked on him. A look of the mildest disappointment seemed to cross his face. Zania respected Zara’s ownership of Kalin and would not play with him without her permission.
His heart sank, once again, the brief moment of mercy didn’t come from any recognition of his own agency. He looked up at Zania again. The disappointment had given way to plotting. She leaned in towards them both and blew a gentle puff of air towards Zara’s face.
The hand on Kalin’s shoulder jerked away and batted gently at her own face as if trying to swat something away. A mischievous grin grew on Zania’s face. She began to move gently to aim a similar breeze on Zara’s other hand resting on the outside of Kalin’s thigh.
“Don’t.” Kalin whispered.
The breeze began, and Zara’s hand began to move. Predictably, the breeze soon focused on the front of Kalin’s shorts, but he was too restrained to do anything about it. As the breeze stopped, he felt the sickening tension of Zara’s hand hovering in the air before it came slamming in. He jolted with a wheeze and a whimper before Zania shushed him.
“Shhhhhhhh,” she whispered mockingly, “Zara needs her sleep.”
The next day, while they lounged similarly intertwined in the quarters, Kalin piped up. “What’s going to happen when we meet the queen of Varia Prime?”
“Well, she began, after you’re evaluated by security, we’ll probably present you to Queen Triz for inspection. She may want to watch me kick you. She may ask you about my ownership of you.”
There was that word again - ownership. He tolerated so much from Zara, but he had to an extent chosen this. Perhaps Vizora and Pixie might have given him better prospects of freedom.
“Am I never going to be more than a possession?” Kalin asked, instantly regretting his words.
Within a second, an open palm collided with his balls and curled quickly into a tight fist around them. Kalin let out a gasp and grasped instinctively at her wrist. “Kalin, I’d like you to restate - just for anyone who wasn’t paying attention - what are these?”
“My balls!” He croaked, not really thinking, and still letting his instincts get him into more trouble.
“Well, they may be one of those things, but I’d like to remind you that these, just like the rest of you, belong to me.”
“Zara, please,” he wheezed.
“Say they belong to me, Kalin,” her tone darkened.
“They belong to you. They belong only to you.”
“Well, not quite only to me, human. I’ll remind you that as my toy, I can let anyone play with you if I feel like it. If Zania asks me if she can knee you in the orbs…” she leaned in to whisper in his ear, “then you’re probably getting kneed in the orbs.”
Her grip tightened as if demanding a response. “Yes, Zara!” He cried, “yes, of course!”
“And if the Queen of Varia Prime decides she wants to stomp on your orbs all day, what is likely to happen, toy?”
“Then you will let her?” He yelped.
“Let her what, toy?” she purred calmly.
“Stomp on my orbs all day?”
The grip loosened and Kalin could finally breathe properly again. He had answered correctly.
Two firm pats to his balls signalled the end of the discussion. “Good, it feels like you get our dynamic.”
The door slid open, revealing Zania. “Did I hear my name?”
“Yeah,” Zara replied, “wanna knee him in the orbs?”
“Sure,” Zania accepted.
“We’re landing soon, so we wanna make sure he has time to recover so he can help with the vine cannisters.”