Decanted Courtesan
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Original - Misc › Science Fiction
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
3,062
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work.
Decanted Courtesan
Not beta’ed
Idea suggested by “FF7” and “Through Glass” by Stone Sour
[In a secret Lab somewhere under ground]
I’m looking at you through the glass
Don’t know how much time has passed
Oh God, it feels like forever
But no one ever tells you that forever feels like home
I’m sitting all alone inside your head…
[And so he inquires]
… How do you feel? That is the question…
But I forget you don’t expect an easy answer
When something like a soul become initialized and folded up like
Paper dolls and little notes, you can’t expect a bit of hope
So while you’re outside looking in, describing what you see
Remember what you’re staring at is me
Cause I’m looking at you through the glass
Don’t know how much time has passed
All I know is that it feels like forever, but no one tells you that
Forever feels like home, sitting all alone inside your head…
…And it’s the stars, the stars that shine for you
And it’s the stars, the stars that lie to you
And it’s the stars, the stars that shine for you
And it’s the stars, the stars that lie to you
Through Glass, by Stone Sour [my inserts]
Decanted Courtesan
I peered through the glass at my creator and my tormentor, as he worked alone in his bright lab with large glowing machines all around him. They sparkly happily almost like real stars, which I saw only in the pictures that were feed into my mind. Meanwhile any movement I made while in the glass vat, made the strange thick greenish transparent slimy fluid I was suspended in swirl around me and tugged painfully at the tubes that invaded every opening in my body. I prefer to remain in the glass vat for the tubes were less painful than what he did to me, when he temporarily removed me from the confining glass vat and laid me down on the table, took out my tubes and used me for his own pleasure and amusement on a regular basis, now that I had reached a certain level of development. Oh his cruel treatment was defined as a part of my training, but I loss track of the number of times, that he made my pale blue unnatural glowing blood flow out from between legs or from the dark tight circular muscle between the pale cheeks of my ass. Sometime he did it to me over and over until I pleaded in pain and wept endless tears. He liked biting down hard my neck or my swollen nipples and sucked away my blue alien blood. He said it was sweet and rich and he liked the taste of it. Though I begged him to stop, he did with me as it pleased him. Yes he liked to hear me beg…then he would fill me to bursting with his own pale seed. On occasion he would have me kneel before him and take that part him that cruelly violated my other openings just minutes before and force it into my mouth and down my throat until I gagged, then he would order me to suck and drink his essence, as he cruelly twisted and pulled on my long pale hair until it came away in painful handfuls, as I sobbed and whimpered like distressed animal. He considered it alright to hurt me, because he had created me to heal rapidly and completely by the next day. Bloody welts, wounds and marks that he casually and cruelly placed on body one day, would always be gone by the following morning. Even my long hair would grow back over night.
There was no resisting him; I was programmed to obey his commands with out question, no matter what he did to me.
He called me many things: whore, slut, bitch, toy, and plaything, while on occasion he called me other names too, but now I don’t remember what they were, but he never seemed to find the time to give me a actual name of my own. He said I wasn’t human so I didn’t need one, for I existed only to provide pleasure for his future clients. Being nameless would teach me humility, obedience, and submission, only when my training was finally completed and I could speak well enough to reply politely to my owner’s questions, with sufficient intelligence to satisfy them, they could name me if they wished, he himself wouldn’t bother to waste his time. He warned me daily I needed to work harder to please and satisfy him or he would punish me until I learned to be the perfect Courtesan and plaything that he envisioned; then and only then would I be worth a small fortune, when he sold me to the highest bidder on the underground fleshmarket@net.com.
The only real home I knew was the 7FT tall glass tube or vat, which he grown me slowly in … from a very tiny alien seed combined with human DNA. I had a poor concept of time, to me it seemed like forever. It took a very long time, until I grew from a tiny microscopic thing to a developed humanoid shape that was close to 5’. 7” tall. He told me he made me special, supremely pleasing to the eye and exotic with long legs and a perfect firm round bottom. I had exotic long pale silver white hair down to my ankles, large gray oval eyes with circles of blue/ green on the outer ring of my pupils. My gender was duel in nature so I could satisfy either male or female buyers or both at the same time. Some days I actually seemed more female than male and then vice-versa, I was trained in all the arts of sexual pleasure whether deviate or normal, by an inner cranial feed. It hurt less than his special personal hands on attention… I prefer the cranial feed, for I learned numerous interesting things of value from it beside just sexual activities and position. I learned languages, computer science, art, romance, literature, knowledge of history of many worlds, mathematics, physiology, manners, and how to politely talk and deal with humans and their normal emotions as well as lust, affection and love. My cold emotionless creator likes to talk about himself, as he roughly fucked me. He seemed capable only of rough ruthless lust, but he was void of the normal gentle emotions. The softer emotions such as affection and kindness I learned through the feed, from numerous stories of fiction and non-fiction. For all the talking he did he never revealed the origin of my alien cells, he said that was his secret that he would never reveal the source. When my downloaded programming was finally completed by the inner cranial feed I would have the education of a college master of social and interpersonal relationships.
Finally the day came when I reached the height of my physically and mental development. I was fully educated and trained to my creators satisfaction. Quickly I was rudely decanted from my glass vat for good, as fluid was siphoned away, and then I was bathed free of the thick conforting clinging embryonic fluid that was only my constant companion for such a very long time. Then he took me to his bed and proceeded to use me over and over again until he manage to take me in every position possible... again and again until I bled from all my violated openings. I pleaded for mercy… but he only laughed and ignored me and continued to ravished me, almost, to the point of unconsciousness…even when he was sexually spent he continued to use various deviate objects and sexual toys that seemed to be created only to cause pain. How he seem to rejoice at my pain, tears, and humiliation. He stopped only when he grew bored, when I was too exhausted from the pain to move, cry and beg him to stop. He then dragged my soiled ravaged bleeding body to the bath turned on the cold water and left me there to see to myself. I lay a long time in that freezing water wondering why he hated me so much! Before I was healed enough get to my feet and see to my body’s needs.
But surprisingly after I was fully healed, he suddenly lost interest in abusing me and hurting me, and he even gave me my own room and clothing to wear, the only time we had contact when we shared a meal together, though he rarely talked to me, instead he read a book or wrote clinical reports about my development that I wasn’t allowed to see. For once I was almost happy and free of pain. One day he let it slip, that he was keeping me in perfect working condition, in case his investors visited and wanted to view me or in case one of the bidders wanted to check out the merchandise up close… he wanted me to be unblemished and in full working condition, so he could get the highest possible price for me.
I was only a month away from being sold to a selected rich bidder… when I first noticed that my body was changing and suddenly mutating rapidly away from the human norm that my creator had envisioned in his plans. Tiny chevrons of soft irradiance scales began appearing on the back of my hands, forehead and at the base of my spine, and my normal pale gray eyes changed over night to a bright glowing turquoise green orbs with narrow cat-like pupils. In my mouth my incisors had grown much longer, sharper, and more pointed, and I hungered and craved more flesh and protein than I had ever previously consumed and I hungered constantly and never seemed to be filled up to my satisfaction.
When my creator discovered the rapid mutations taking place in me… he cursed me and damned me with more endless pain, as he tried to regress the changes and transformation, back to my previous state, but my body resisted the numerous injected meds and harsh treatments, no matter what he did to me. Soon I discovered I could now, even resist his regular orders and demands. He was forced to subdue me completely when I fought him. He used a special gun that gave off an electric charge, which left me stunned and immobile.
Yes! No matter what he did, I rapidly grew much taller and stronger in only a manor of days and my finger nails became long powerful claws over night, even when he cut or filed them down they’d grow back by the following morning. Vilely he cursed me, calling me a hideous useless freak, complaining that none of his customers would want a powerful monster for a bed toy… then once again he proceeded to restrain and strap me down and hurt me over and over, seemingly with out apparent reason or purpose.
Finally after several days of this continuous terrible pain and torment, which seemed like it, would never end… I knew then he got off sexually on hurting me and making me suffer. Unable to take any more of his vile treatment I broke through my bindings when the drugs he used on me were at their lowest point in my system... then in mindlessly fury I ripped out his throat with my fangs and drank his blood… I found his human blood rich, enjoyable and satisfying, it made my pain immediately subside and then all at once the changes ceased… as if fresh warm human blood was what I needed to stop the transformation. Once more I became the perfect humanoid Courtesan that he created and envisioned, but alas he wasn’t there to see it. He would never hurt me again for I vaporized his corpse in a large the medical waste sterilizer, until not even a single dust particle remained of him.
Using the knowledge of computers I learned from the cranial feed, I created my own identity using and taking his last name, so that I became his legal child and his heir, so in the end… everything that had once belonged to him now belonged to me, including his favorite toy his hi-tech sports car…but most import of all I was free of him, and his pain. I could select my own future, just as I selected my own name…I had no need to sell my body to the highest bidder! Yes I was free! No longer just a tormented thing peering though glass!
Idea suggested by “FF7” and “Through Glass” by Stone Sour
[In a secret Lab somewhere under ground]
I’m looking at you through the glass
Don’t know how much time has passed
Oh God, it feels like forever
But no one ever tells you that forever feels like home
I’m sitting all alone inside your head…
[And so he inquires]
… How do you feel? That is the question…
But I forget you don’t expect an easy answer
When something like a soul become initialized and folded up like
Paper dolls and little notes, you can’t expect a bit of hope
So while you’re outside looking in, describing what you see
Remember what you’re staring at is me
Cause I’m looking at you through the glass
Don’t know how much time has passed
All I know is that it feels like forever, but no one tells you that
Forever feels like home, sitting all alone inside your head…
…And it’s the stars, the stars that shine for you
And it’s the stars, the stars that lie to you
And it’s the stars, the stars that shine for you
And it’s the stars, the stars that lie to you
Through Glass, by Stone Sour [my inserts]
Decanted Courtesan
I peered through the glass at my creator and my tormentor, as he worked alone in his bright lab with large glowing machines all around him. They sparkly happily almost like real stars, which I saw only in the pictures that were feed into my mind. Meanwhile any movement I made while in the glass vat, made the strange thick greenish transparent slimy fluid I was suspended in swirl around me and tugged painfully at the tubes that invaded every opening in my body. I prefer to remain in the glass vat for the tubes were less painful than what he did to me, when he temporarily removed me from the confining glass vat and laid me down on the table, took out my tubes and used me for his own pleasure and amusement on a regular basis, now that I had reached a certain level of development. Oh his cruel treatment was defined as a part of my training, but I loss track of the number of times, that he made my pale blue unnatural glowing blood flow out from between legs or from the dark tight circular muscle between the pale cheeks of my ass. Sometime he did it to me over and over until I pleaded in pain and wept endless tears. He liked biting down hard my neck or my swollen nipples and sucked away my blue alien blood. He said it was sweet and rich and he liked the taste of it. Though I begged him to stop, he did with me as it pleased him. Yes he liked to hear me beg…then he would fill me to bursting with his own pale seed. On occasion he would have me kneel before him and take that part him that cruelly violated my other openings just minutes before and force it into my mouth and down my throat until I gagged, then he would order me to suck and drink his essence, as he cruelly twisted and pulled on my long pale hair until it came away in painful handfuls, as I sobbed and whimpered like distressed animal. He considered it alright to hurt me, because he had created me to heal rapidly and completely by the next day. Bloody welts, wounds and marks that he casually and cruelly placed on body one day, would always be gone by the following morning. Even my long hair would grow back over night.
There was no resisting him; I was programmed to obey his commands with out question, no matter what he did to me.
He called me many things: whore, slut, bitch, toy, and plaything, while on occasion he called me other names too, but now I don’t remember what they were, but he never seemed to find the time to give me a actual name of my own. He said I wasn’t human so I didn’t need one, for I existed only to provide pleasure for his future clients. Being nameless would teach me humility, obedience, and submission, only when my training was finally completed and I could speak well enough to reply politely to my owner’s questions, with sufficient intelligence to satisfy them, they could name me if they wished, he himself wouldn’t bother to waste his time. He warned me daily I needed to work harder to please and satisfy him or he would punish me until I learned to be the perfect Courtesan and plaything that he envisioned; then and only then would I be worth a small fortune, when he sold me to the highest bidder on the underground fleshmarket@net.com.
The only real home I knew was the 7FT tall glass tube or vat, which he grown me slowly in … from a very tiny alien seed combined with human DNA. I had a poor concept of time, to me it seemed like forever. It took a very long time, until I grew from a tiny microscopic thing to a developed humanoid shape that was close to 5’. 7” tall. He told me he made me special, supremely pleasing to the eye and exotic with long legs and a perfect firm round bottom. I had exotic long pale silver white hair down to my ankles, large gray oval eyes with circles of blue/ green on the outer ring of my pupils. My gender was duel in nature so I could satisfy either male or female buyers or both at the same time. Some days I actually seemed more female than male and then vice-versa, I was trained in all the arts of sexual pleasure whether deviate or normal, by an inner cranial feed. It hurt less than his special personal hands on attention… I prefer the cranial feed, for I learned numerous interesting things of value from it beside just sexual activities and position. I learned languages, computer science, art, romance, literature, knowledge of history of many worlds, mathematics, physiology, manners, and how to politely talk and deal with humans and their normal emotions as well as lust, affection and love. My cold emotionless creator likes to talk about himself, as he roughly fucked me. He seemed capable only of rough ruthless lust, but he was void of the normal gentle emotions. The softer emotions such as affection and kindness I learned through the feed, from numerous stories of fiction and non-fiction. For all the talking he did he never revealed the origin of my alien cells, he said that was his secret that he would never reveal the source. When my downloaded programming was finally completed by the inner cranial feed I would have the education of a college master of social and interpersonal relationships.
Finally the day came when I reached the height of my physically and mental development. I was fully educated and trained to my creators satisfaction. Quickly I was rudely decanted from my glass vat for good, as fluid was siphoned away, and then I was bathed free of the thick conforting clinging embryonic fluid that was only my constant companion for such a very long time. Then he took me to his bed and proceeded to use me over and over again until he manage to take me in every position possible... again and again until I bled from all my violated openings. I pleaded for mercy… but he only laughed and ignored me and continued to ravished me, almost, to the point of unconsciousness…even when he was sexually spent he continued to use various deviate objects and sexual toys that seemed to be created only to cause pain. How he seem to rejoice at my pain, tears, and humiliation. He stopped only when he grew bored, when I was too exhausted from the pain to move, cry and beg him to stop. He then dragged my soiled ravaged bleeding body to the bath turned on the cold water and left me there to see to myself. I lay a long time in that freezing water wondering why he hated me so much! Before I was healed enough get to my feet and see to my body’s needs.
But surprisingly after I was fully healed, he suddenly lost interest in abusing me and hurting me, and he even gave me my own room and clothing to wear, the only time we had contact when we shared a meal together, though he rarely talked to me, instead he read a book or wrote clinical reports about my development that I wasn’t allowed to see. For once I was almost happy and free of pain. One day he let it slip, that he was keeping me in perfect working condition, in case his investors visited and wanted to view me or in case one of the bidders wanted to check out the merchandise up close… he wanted me to be unblemished and in full working condition, so he could get the highest possible price for me.
I was only a month away from being sold to a selected rich bidder… when I first noticed that my body was changing and suddenly mutating rapidly away from the human norm that my creator had envisioned in his plans. Tiny chevrons of soft irradiance scales began appearing on the back of my hands, forehead and at the base of my spine, and my normal pale gray eyes changed over night to a bright glowing turquoise green orbs with narrow cat-like pupils. In my mouth my incisors had grown much longer, sharper, and more pointed, and I hungered and craved more flesh and protein than I had ever previously consumed and I hungered constantly and never seemed to be filled up to my satisfaction.
When my creator discovered the rapid mutations taking place in me… he cursed me and damned me with more endless pain, as he tried to regress the changes and transformation, back to my previous state, but my body resisted the numerous injected meds and harsh treatments, no matter what he did to me. Soon I discovered I could now, even resist his regular orders and demands. He was forced to subdue me completely when I fought him. He used a special gun that gave off an electric charge, which left me stunned and immobile.
Yes! No matter what he did, I rapidly grew much taller and stronger in only a manor of days and my finger nails became long powerful claws over night, even when he cut or filed them down they’d grow back by the following morning. Vilely he cursed me, calling me a hideous useless freak, complaining that none of his customers would want a powerful monster for a bed toy… then once again he proceeded to restrain and strap me down and hurt me over and over, seemingly with out apparent reason or purpose.
Finally after several days of this continuous terrible pain and torment, which seemed like it, would never end… I knew then he got off sexually on hurting me and making me suffer. Unable to take any more of his vile treatment I broke through my bindings when the drugs he used on me were at their lowest point in my system... then in mindlessly fury I ripped out his throat with my fangs and drank his blood… I found his human blood rich, enjoyable and satisfying, it made my pain immediately subside and then all at once the changes ceased… as if fresh warm human blood was what I needed to stop the transformation. Once more I became the perfect humanoid Courtesan that he created and envisioned, but alas he wasn’t there to see it. He would never hurt me again for I vaporized his corpse in a large the medical waste sterilizer, until not even a single dust particle remained of him.
Using the knowledge of computers I learned from the cranial feed, I created my own identity using and taking his last name, so that I became his legal child and his heir, so in the end… everything that had once belonged to him now belonged to me, including his favorite toy his hi-tech sports car…but most import of all I was free of him, and his pain. I could select my own future, just as I selected my own name…I had no need to sell my body to the highest bidder! Yes I was free! No longer just a tormented thing peering though glass!