It had to be written in some book of the Gods that Amita would suffer. That wherever she was to go, whatever she was to do, some part of her would inevitably suffer.
She had come to know this, and was accepting it, little by little.
This was nothing compared to the one amazing blaze of agony of her life, so she was not concerned.
No, her entire countanance was completely uncaring, devoid of emotion.
She was a deformed magickal creature in a non-magickal Kingdom, and she was going to die. Or, she would have died, if she had been normal. But instead, she had been tormented for the entirety of the morning as her captures tried desperately to kill her.
Beheading had failed miserably, as had hanging, for the thick gold collar around her neck, deeply engraved with runes, had spited all their efforts. Burning at the stake had burned deeply into her flesh, but had stopped at a certain point, never reaching the point of death. And then, she had healed after the flames had died two hours later, even her tight body suit reconstructing. Her captors were both baffled and horrified, and were thinking of a more direct approach. Perhaps stabbing her multiple times would do the trick.
It didn't. It simply left her bloody and full of red holes.
Her right arm, abnormally long, reached to about mid-calf. Long bands of silver and gold wound about her arm, nearly hiding her flesh from view. It all ended in a melding that was gold and created a hand with thick, vaguely triangular shaped claws. This...thing was chained heavily to the ground, thick metal bindings clamped all the way up her arm to keep the entire appendage from moving. Her white body suit, now devoid of holes or blood after just a few minutes, was a creamy white and greatly resembled a future day one-piece bathing suit, however it covered her legs as well. Her hair was cropped painfully short, a healthy, dark rose color that would have been far more lovely if left to grow out. Her right eye was abnormal to match her right arm. It was a fierce icy blue, with a small pupil of black, the iris far larger than necissary. The other eye was a molten orange-gold, and far more regularly shaped. Under this eye was an elaborate black tattoo on her lightly tanned skin, that through its whisps and curves, vaguely resembled a flower. Two small horns curved from the front of her head, capped in silver.
Her muscular body tensed as her head was suddenly snapped forward, a large hammer having been smashed into the back of her head. Her skull did not crack however, and she stood straight again soon after. Luckily, they had not hit the two ports at the very top of her neck, the reason for her hair being so short.
Though small, it was obvious she was far more sturdy than she looked.
"Ah, I give up. There is no way to kill this creature! Aside from forbidden magick, there seems to be no way of dismantling her at all!" One of the men lamented, staring in disbelief at the stoic Amita.
Another scoffed and racked his brain for other possibilities. "Perhaps we're just not tryin' hard enough..."
Just then, a tall, gruff-looking young Human male approached the group. He wore an Air Force type jacket with a white shirt underneath and some baggy dark denim Jeans, leading to some black boots. The appearance he portrayed was of someone serious and not to be messed with, showing no mercy in his stance. His eyes were concealed by a pair of metallic black sunglasses. His hands were pocketed and his expression emotionless. He made himself known to the group after watching from afar and came up to them. He looked at each one and lastly, his attention turned to the one he deemed the leader of the clan. "What's this?" he asked curiously, now standing before the girl and holding her face by the chin. His gaze shifted from the man to her and he looked the girl over. "Very nice." He whispered, his face still straight. Grabbing her by the shoulder, he twirled her around, further examining her body. Her felt her muscles and lined up and down, almost even to personally for the poor girl. Holding her chin again, he dove his concentration into her eyes through his sunglasses. Silently, he turned back to the man and awaited a proper answer.
At first Amita paid no attention to the stranger walking toward them. There had been spectators all day, watching her torture and torment, and gasping at her repeated regeneration. She was currently wondering just what else they might try on her resiliant body...
Perhaps they'd stop trying to kill her and simply start tormenting her for fun, as she seemed nearly indestructable as it was.
That all ended abruptly when the man suddenly grabbed her chin and stared rather fixedly into her face. She had to stare up at him a bit, for she wasn't the tallest of people. A soft hiss pulled from her as her lip curled slightly in a display of aggression, one highly pointed canine bared. Her molten gold eye glared at him, but the blue eye held absolutely no emotion at all. It was like a doll's eye; chilling, ever-watching. A thick, slanted scar ran across it as well, starting from the innermost edge of her right eyebrow and running across the eye, ending on the cheekbone just below it. It was ugly, but hadn't seemed to affect that eye at all, for it followed the man's movements and could obviously see him.
His comment did not go over well with her at all, the abnormally long arm tensing and causing the chains to pull taught. As a matter of fact, both arms were chained, though her left one was only chained by the wrist. They had had to shift all her thick silver and gold bracelets up a bit, for they couldn't seem to get them off of her. That arm, bare, sported many intricate black tattoos. The ones higher up on her arm created decorative rings and bands, while those lower began to whisp and trickle down her flesh in strange and vaguelly related designs. They seemed...ritualistic in a way, and in truth were marks of one of her people. Perhaps both.
Being a hybrid, it was hard to tell.
The many silver loops in her rather pointed ears tinkled together and caught the light as she was awkwardly spun around, having to step over the thick chains once allowed to stand still again. She felt like some cut of meat for sale, and she did NOT like him proding at her flesh like that.
She stared forcefully back at him with her one 'normal' eye, the other focusing on him almost mechanically. She saw so much more of him than he could ever imagine with that eye. The iris of icy blue, if one stared hard enough, consisted of hundreds of tiny rings that varied very slightly in color, and actually seemed to turn in either direction periodically, completely apart from one another.
The men seemed confused at first, alittle unsure of this new stranger. Finally, the one the man had decided was the leader stepped forward, picking up that role as guessed. "She's a prisoner. A person with magickal abilities who did not leave our town as ordered. She even attacked and killed a few civilians when capture was attempted." He answered formally, wondering what interest the odd human could have with the deformed prisoner.
"Why does this concern you, sir?" He asked then, crossing his arms and watching the man warily.
His hand caressed the girl's cheek softly with his knuckles and an unusual sense of warmth and caring could be felt by her as his attention diverted back to her. "I want her." He stated swift and concrete. His hidden eyes returned to the man after a moment of silence. "What's your price?" his voice was calm and deep and sent chills up your spine. He was not one to toy with. His face, still emotionless waited for the man's response. Just his very presence could intimidate the biggest of giants. His hand continued to caress, sliding to her ear and rubbing her earlobe with the jingling sound of her piercings. He WOULD leave with the girl. One way, or another. "I will rid you of her and pay you. Well? Do you accept my offer?" He stated bluntly.
Amita blinked rapidly at his sudden and gentle caress. The sense of caring that washed off of him totally threw her, and she blushed vaguely, the rings of her blue eye swiveling madly. She nearly misinterpreted his comment as well, for a man randomly stating 'I want her' tended to cause confusion, especially if you were the woman being referred to.
He...wanted to purchase her?
She jerked her head away sharply as he fondled the sensitive flesh of her ear, hissing, earings jingling lightly again. People didn't touch her like that. They just...didn't. Naturally, this made her a bit rejective of the gentle contact, and she continued to lean back aways, metallic arm again pulling lightly on the chains.
Little known to anyone, if she tried hard enough, she could probably escape.
So why hadn't she?
Because she simply didn't care, to put it bluntly.
The man stepped back instinctively as he was stared at again, unsure of why the stranger was so intimidating. "I-I'm sorry sir, but we cannot sell prisoners. She was ordered executed. It is out of our hands now, aside from to preform the execution." He responded, gaining confidence as he spoke.
There was nothing he could do, even if he had wanted to sell her. Which at this point, he was willing, for her inability to die was frustrating and embarassing him to no end.
Covered face shifted down to her again. She was feisty. And he liked that, though no one could possibly guess, except maybe for the girl. Ignoring her defensiveness, his hand reached over and continued, softly trying to coax her. "Hush little one." He responded rather softly, considering his demanding tone. His other hand then mimicked and held the other side of her face gently, rubbing his soft fingers to her ear. "We both can plainly see you have no chance killing her. Allow me to liberate her from your misery and make you a profit." His attention met back with the man. His words were fluent and very persuasive. "And do you really think these chains are preventing her from killing you? She could tear these chains to pieces and kill you all. " He commented with warning. "Either way, I'm taking her. So decide carefully." He stated boldly, having no fear of the entire group of men. For some reason, he was right. They could see it in his expression. He was a master of psychology and could win just about any argument with reason or even just a bluff and no one would say otherwise.
Amita's golden eye narrowed, the blue remaining as stiff and impersonal as ever. She bared her teeth at the stranger, fangs flashed, as he insisted on stroking her face. A step back was taken, and the chains pulled taught as she leaned as far back as she could. Which wasn't much, considering she had been bound to keep her from moving around while they attempted to kill her.
How multiple execution attempts could not bother her in the least, where as a man touching her face could, was a mystery.
It just...bothered her.
The men shifted uncomfortably, warily glancing at the miffed girl as the stranger pointed out her strength. It was true...they didn't really know how strong she was, for she hadn't attempted to escape at all. For all they knew, she could break free right now and slaughter them...
The man in charge gulped, scratching the back of his head.
Amita wasn't buying this. "It also will not keep me from killing you as well!" She snarled, startling the group of men. They hadn't heard her say so much as a word since capturing her. They were surprised now by her harsh, yet feminine voice ringing out into the silence that had settled for a brief moment.
Her one 'normal' eye was still glaring rather heatedly at the stranger, the swirls of red and gold standing out in her face.
After a long silent and creepy pause, his face turned very slowly back to the girl. It was sort of eerie. He stared at her silently for another pause. He leaned down, bringing his face to her with no hesitation or hurry and grabbed onto her collar. Only his leather jacket could be heard with each movement during the deadly silence. He was strong...really strong...for a human... "Do NOT attempt to threaten me." His deep and powerful voice broke the silence, still calm and unafraid. "Well?" he asked again, demandingly, yet tranquil, getting impatient with the men. His gaze still kept close to hers, examining that eye carefully.
The pupil of that red-gold eye flickered into a slit, completely changing shape. The demon in her was coming out with her anger. Her normal arm tensed, corded muscles rippling beneath her tanned skin. He unnerved the hell out of her, but she didn't show it. She wouldn't let herself get bullied by some human with an attitude.
His grabbing her thick collar was the last straw.
Her metal-clad arm suddenly snapped straight out to her side, blowing the chains appart as though they had been made of glass. Shards and chain-links flew everywhere as that deadly arm slashed up at her side. But that was not the arm she used to attack the man.
Suddenly, without any warning, her normal arm was burrying itself into Kamen's stomach, the chain broken on that one as well, but much cleaner and in only one spot. It was not shattered as the chains on her weapon-arm were.
The group of men jumped like a crowd of frightened bunnies. Their eyes widened collectively as the chains on that odd arm of hers literally exploded with friction as she broke free.
That man had not been kidding!
The group scattered, as did any spectators, with a few strangled shouts and yells. They had to get back-up here, now! Or, better yet, let that strange man deal with the concequences of his actions!
His eyes caught the breaking chains almost as if it were happening in slow motion to him. And he also caught her human arm sneaking up as well. His body hurled over with the fist in his gut, but no sound exited his mouth. After the men as well as the staring crowd fled a hand latched onto the girl's neck, just below her chin and above her collar. It squeezed tightly, pinching her with thumb and forefinger. Such incredible and inhuman strength came forth as his body stood straight up again. His face was still emotionless until the viewers left. A small smirk crept up on one side of his face as blackish red blood ran down his lip. He then began to chuckle. But it wasn’t done yet. As the chuckle became more maniacal, his smirk grew more sadistic. He pulled her from the ground and up face to face by her neck and his eyebrows became angry, still with eyes unseen.
Amita had a brief moment of triumph as her sharp little fist dug into his gut, the power of the punch far stronger than anyone could really imagine. Both elf and demon blood gave her their strength.
It was quite the potent mix.
However, she was suddenly aware of his hand around the small sliver of unprotected skin on her throat. Her airway, as well as the blood vessels, were pinched off with a bought of inhuman strength. She too made no sound, her left eye watching the trickle of blood run down from his smirking mouth.
Her blue eye, however, was still staring right at his face. The little rings were spinning like made, the pupil growing slightly wider, before twirling down into a pinprick.
She hissed into his face, regular arm clasped onto the arm of his that carried her by her throat. An unnatural amount of pressure was put on those muscles by her slender fingers, enough to break most people's arm.
Her more deadly arm finally took its action. The gold and silver seemed to have liquified, though it stayed on her arm without a single drop lost. The metal writhed and squirmed about her arm, the golden hand flexed, claws sharpening and extending.
And then in a flash she was slashing at his side, the arm moving in little less than a blur, though slightly awkward due to their close proximity. The arm was just a tad too long to be wielded comfortably, but it was efficient none the less.
The pupil of the blue eye pulsed rhythmically, as if locked onto his face.
Her defensive clamp onto his hand had little to no effect as he kept her firmly in his grip. A deep alien growl responded to her hiss aggressively as his grip tightened. His eyes stared at hers, still watching everything without looking directly. He watched her arm curiously out of the corner of his eye as it was manipulated. With that flash, his entire sleeve was severed from his body as he flinched to the side. From his view, her claw continued through his shoulder, passing on and an arm suddenly shot fourth from the severed area and latched onto her wrist, immobilizing her weapon with sheer strength. He then slammed her body into the ground, pinning her neck and wrist still while he knelt above her. His face came in close, still insane and destructive and he growled again. If she wanted him to stop, she would have to submit. And even then, she assaulted him and he wasn’t about to go easy on her.
As his grip tightened, she began to feel the affects of a lack of blood and air. Her left eye began to glaze, rolling back slightly as her brain darkened. But she wouldn't die, nor would she stop fighting. That blue eye was unaffected, still functioning perfectly, if not oddly.
There was a spray of blood as her deadly arm slashed, the thump of severed flesh dull in her ringing ears. The pressure on her neck was enough to make most people pass out, but she was effectively ignoring it, knowing full well her right arm and eye would continue to work even if she fell unconcious.
And then the unexpected happened.
Her metallic wrist was grabbed in a grip to be reckoned with, from an arm that had sprouted so suddenly that the pupil of her blue eye snapped wide before twirling small yet again.
She was slammed into the ground with a choked snarl, sharp nails digging into the flesh of his strangling arm. But she would not be subdued so easily.
The metal on her arm flowed around his hand, and suddenly became sharper than the sharpest blade, constricting in order to cut the hand clean off, while the arm itself slowly but surely began to lift itself off the ground. The amount of power in that arm alone was mind boggling, and despite Kamen's own strength, the arm was making progress.
Blood slowly trickled from her nose as her red-gold eye watered. The burning in her lungs was horrible, but none of this was as bad as her past agony. She could deal with it, though that didn't make it any less painful and brain numbing.
Her teeth were clenched in a forced snarl at him, even as she began to flicker in and out of conciousness. And true to her prediction, her right eye and arm were not affected by it.
He admired her strength. She would be a very fun toy to play with. And then he decided. He would keep her. Through the struggle, he felt her fight for her life and enjoyed it. He felt the squeezing of his wrist grow stronger and the metal begin to slice at the other and chuckled. His arms then became black and very tough, like a reinforced bone, making it harder for her actions to take affect if not stopping them. She was definitely fun in his eyes. Then, a small piece of flesh lumped in his shoulder, becoming a separate entity like putty and crawled its way onto her flesh. It wriggled its way silently up to her collarbone and pierced into her skin. It slivered out into a small snake-like worm and dug its way under her skin, crawling up and around to the back of her neck, settling into her nervous system. What the hell was he?! His face grew more composed as he shushed her softly, still grinning. His grip released her neck, allowing her to breathe, but still holding her collar to the ground. He breathed in her scent deeply and abruptly let her go, his hands quickly morphing out of her grip and blades. Standing to his feet, he looked down at her patiently as he wiped the blood from his lip and his arms returned to the flesh state they were in originally. Still staring at her, his arm reached out and his sleeve flew into his grasp. He slid it back on and it melded back into his jacket.
Suddenly tough skin or not, Amita wasn't going to give up. Her nails, which had dug into his flesh, were suddenly stuck there, and unable to go any further. Her metallic arm, however, continued as though nothing had happened. The blue eye shifted to his arms, the rings twirling around rapidly, pupil shifting from large to small a few times. The liquid metal convulsed sharply, and began cutting through the tough skin, as if making adjustments in order to remain effective.
She was on the verge of completely passing out, black gathering on the edges of her vision. Her golden eye was glazed over, the pupil unable to properly focus on anything in particular. That eye did not notice the abnormal lump of flesh forming on his shoulder. The blue eye, however, did. It snapped towards it, pupil growing wider and following the creature's movements carefully. Amita was snapped back to herself at the sharp sensation at her collar bone, unable to properly look at it with either eye. A little whip of gold wiggled off her arm and shot toward the worm like creature, but hit a few moments too late, the thing wiggling its way toward her nervous system.
Able to breath, she took a shuddering breath, and resisted the urge to scream. She could feel it, wriggling around beneath her flesh. It had settled against her spine by the time he had released her, and she jerked away as soon as possible, metal arm flying to the back of her neck and clanking loudly with the metal of her collar. With a strangled cry she clawed fiercely at it, the collar putting of a soft magickal aura that cancelled out any attack. She couldn't get to it! Panic flooded her, the pupil of her blue eye jerking larger and smaller sparatically, her red-gold eye simply wide with horror.
What had he done?? What the hell was that thing!?
She continued to scratch and pry at the collar with both hands, desperate to get at whatever had invaded her body.
"Thought so." He smiled, guessing she would not be able to remove the piece of himself. He watched her squirm and frantically try to retrieve the specimen as he stepped closer to her. "Leave it be." He coaxed, his tone becoming more calm and caring. The creature settled gently and stopped moving after it melded with her. He knelt down before her and caressed her cheek, removing his sunglasses with his other hand. His eyes were completely black and it was nearly impossible to tell what direction his eyes went. "Do not fight it." he jingled at her ear again, speaking softly. As he spoke, the creature within her rippled softly to his words, and began to soothe her.
She refused to hear him at first, still scratching frantically at her collar. It was melding with her nervous system! She didn't need anything else melded to her nervous system!!!
Amita snarled and bit his hand as he tried to caress her cheek yet again, too panicked and angry to really think about what he might do in retaliation.
He'd already put a piece of himself in her, who knew what other unnatural things he could do that she couldn't defend against.
She flinched at his words, releasing his hand suddenly as she felt the rippling against her spine. She began to calm despite herself, the trembling slowly fading away. Wait...what was going on? That thing...
Damn, why was she so calm all of a sudden??
Shaking her head slowly, Amita glared up at the strange-eyed man. "What did you do to me???" She hissed, fear still gripping her. She didn't want anyone else to be able to control her...
The ports were bad enough. So what had he done? What had that thing been??
Dammit!
He relaxed, holding still as her teeth pierced his hand. He waited patiently until it had taken its effect. As she showed signs of tranquility and released his hand, he continued t play with her ear like a pet. Putting a finger on her lips, he shushed her right when she finished her question. Putting his sunglasses back on, he leaned in and kissed her forehead softly. "I made you a part of me." he whispered gently. "Its just for obedience." He continued before pulling away to stand up. Once standing, he grabbed her arm and lifted her to her feet and held her against him. "You do not have to be rash now. Just relax." He coaxed, rubbing her normal shoulder.
She didn't like him playing with her ear like that. It made her feel...like an object, not a person really. It did send a tingling sensation down her neck though, which she had little explination for.
The temptation to bite his finger clear off was dulled by the thing on her spine's influence, still calming her until she felt almost drowzy. She felt so...vulnerable.
Her head bowed away a bit as he kissed her forehead, unable to find words. Obedience...It was bordering on mind control!! Why, why couldn't she muster her anger? Her hatred??
Limp and pliant, she stood as she was pulled, suddenly pressed against him. A strange noise exited her, and she shook her hung head slowly. Tears were welling at the edges of her left eye, the blue orb still as unemotional as ever.
"I...I don't want to be obedient! Not...not again..." She cried softly as he rubbed the surprisingly soft skin of her shoulder, which only furthered her unwilling calming.
It was just like last time...
Why again?
Why did she have to suffer so much...?
Hearing her words, he pulled her back to look her in the eye and saw her tears. He wiped them away gently with his thumb and sighed. He removed his shades again and gazed down at her. "Shhh. Just be a good girl and come with me."He coaxed. He leaned toward her, coming face to face and he kissed her softly on the lips intimately a few times, seeing if she would respond yet, maybe even on her own. After the kisses, he held her hand gently and walked off with her. "Come now. You are my property and I will care for your needs now." He spoke softly. The creature inside her was set on lenient. So it gave her the option and let her know mentally that she would be forced anyway if she refused and the more she had to be forced, the worse the orders might get.
The man had nearly crushed her throat, and now he was being kind a gentle. She wasn't sure what to think anymore, or what she was allowed to think either. She could feel that thing there...invading...
Just like the wires melded directly into her spinal cord...
Her nose had stopped bleeding, the blood gone, and any bruising on her neck was gone as well. She had healed already. Amita swayed back a bit as his face came in close, blue eye fixed on those odd black eyes of his, as was her red-gold one, but for entirely different reasons between them.
The kisses were probably the most unexpected thing to happen to her all day. "S..stop...that..." She mumbled, shaking her head sharply to stop from doing anything back.
Hand taken, she paused for as long as it took for her arm to pull taught before finally trudging along after him. She didn't feel like fighting anymore right now...and the warning given her by the creature was not lightly taken. Still, she couldn't help what came out of her mouth.
"I'm not your property..."
He just chuckled lightly as she avoided the kisses, shushing her again with his finger on her soft lips. As they walked, he paused and turned to her after she made her defensive remark. With his shades back on and his face smiling almost kindly, he pulled her close by her hand, liking down at her. "You are my property. You will always be my property. And you will grow accustom to it sooner or later." He spoke almost as if it was what she wanted to hear and that it would sooth her nerves. "So do not worry. I have decided to keep you by my side. You will not have to worry anymore." He embraced her warmly holding her head to his chest as his heart beat softly.
Amita flinched at the way he spoke of ownership, like it was the most natural thing in the world. But he was wrong. She already had an owner...
His next words, however, struck a chord, red-gold eye squinting as she tried to think what had caused that response.
Amita blinked rapidly as she was held to him, completely unsure as to what to do in this situation. Nobody had ever held her like that before...
She stiffened slightly, listening to the steady beat of his heart, her normal arm reaching up to grab her collar nervously.
"I...You can't own me! I already have an owner!" She started pulling back, just wanting to get away. The very last thing she needed was another owner!
"Let me go! I don't want to be with you, or anybody else! Get that...that thing out of me and leave me alone!"
The metal on her right arm liquified yet again and spun violently about, arcing above her flesh. It seemed to be reacting to her stressed state, the claws lengthning defensively.
She just wanted to be left alone, dammit!
"Not any more." He commented watching her pull back. He sighed as she rambled on, rolling his eyes. "Just STOP." He retorted calmly, feeling her irritation now that she was a part of him too now. And with his words, the presence inside her obeyed, sending its usual signals. He frowned, looking down at her and she could feel it. His emotions were open to her now, now that they were bonded. "I cannot. I am a part of you now. And now you are a part of me. It is permanent." His hard voice explained, somehow softly to her. She could now fell cold coming from him. The feeling was eerie and lonely. And there was another one. Hidden in the depths of his mind was the pleasure of destruction and annihilation. But why was he so peaceful? And peaceful around her? There was another spot. One blocked off. It was caged, layered with in the sadistic behavior and left alone. Though creepy he was, he refrained from probing her mind. He did not care. If there was something she wanted to say, then say it. But his mind was open to her almost completely. And if she wished to search, then she may. Not anyone has survived his or her way through that one area to reach the locked part of his mind. The ones who could read it anyway. Usually they went insane before they got close, or he killed them first. It was up to her. She had the opportunity and he had the patience. His mind was enormous and filled with so much, yet it was still very empty. She would have to explore the areas he did not think about normally to invade him. "Now, do not argue with me." He stated, the thing in her aiding his demand.
Amita snarled as the thing in her bent to the man's will, twisting angrily and wrenching away from him completely. "NO! You can't be my owner! One is enough! It is MORE than enough!" She cried, again clawing at her neck, at her collar. Tears welled up in her natural eye, spilling over and running down her tattooed cheek. Her head snapped up at his words, mouth slightly slack. "It...It's permanent???" She whispered hoarsly. Oh no...no no no no no...
It was just like before! Just like before!!!
She was taken back by the sudden openness of his mind to her, blinking rapidly as she felt herself fall, looking at the layers there, the void spots, the cold...
The pupil of her blue eye snapped wide, growing so far that the rings of blue were condensed into one dark ring. A startled scream escaped her and she clasped her good hand over the eye, her other eye simply shutting. What...what was that??? Was that...his...his mind???
What was going on?? "Is...is that your...your mind...?" She whispered, keeping her eyes firmly shut, the pain in her right eye nearly unbarable. She shuddered violently as his command went with a firm order from the bit of him along her neck.
"Stop that!"
"Why?" he smiled. "Is it bothering you?" he retorted, taking it as an insult and his expression immediately changed. "No. You stop that. " he commanded, increasing the control of the thing within her. He grabbed her hand and pulled it from her face. Then an idea came over him and the creature began to wiggle again. It stretched a limb out, practically microscopic at this point, and began an attempt to paralyze that eye as well as her arm. If she could not use them, they would not bother her. It searched around, looking for any signs of a source or area to start paralysis. Holding her hand, he pulled her to him again. "Just forget about your previous experience completely. You will start fresh with me." He coaxed again, talking like those words would calm her.
Amita screamed most inhumanly at him, not appreciating the strengthening control at all. As soon as her hand was wrenched from her eye, she screamed again, only this one was full of pain. The pupil was open so wide that too much light, too much stimuli was let in. The circuits were being damaged, spiking pain into her head and down her right arm. "Let me go!!" Her voice was panicked, deadly hand slashing into the arm of his holding her wrist in an even faster display than earlier.
She had to cover her eye before it malfunctioned! He had to let go, dammit! Her eyelid was refusing to close, the eye still trying to compute everything it had suddenly been exposed to in Kamen's mind.
Amita was not so vulnerable within her own body as one might think. Wires ran along and within her spinal cord, wrapping around certain PNS nerves as well. Anytime that microscopic arm got close, the wires vibrated, immediately repelling any attempts at numbing her eye or arm, or anything else enhanced with the odd mechanics.
Her normal eye, wide with panick, still managed to glare at him. "You're doing the same thing he did! You're doing the same thing! It's not starting over, IT'S STARTING AGAIN!" It was obviously she was scared half out of her mind, covering it with anger and frustration at him. She didn't want this to happen again...her unstable psyche couldn't take it.
He sighed at his failed attempt and decided to go overboard as a deadly grin crept up on his face. He would break in her mind if he had to. The creature left the eye alone and he stopped her from covering it, holding her hand as he defended against her claw. Every slash and gouge she made at him sent pain through her body. It was the pan he felt, but he seemed to not feel it at all...used to it. The stimuli increased severely from the creature within her. If she wanted it rough, she would get it. "Maybe you missed the point. Accept it and move on." he forced her calmly. Being a part of her now, he knew why the eye hurt but did not care if he destroyed it, in fact, good riddens. The pain of her eye shot through his. The bond worked both ways, but he seemed unaffected. He felt all her pain as well and did not flinch.
Amita gasped lightly as pain spiked through her arm as she slashed at him, able to feel the slicing and gouging of her own claws, as though it were happening to her and not him. But she could see the damage being inflicted on his flesh, though she herself felt it. Were they sharing the pain??
She refused to stop however, deadly claws slicing at him in an attempt to cut his arm right off. The pain in her eye was blinding now, sending white flashes even into her regular eye, until it was hard to see much of anything at all.
"Let me GO!!" She screamed, a wave of pure energy rushing off of her and crushing into Kamen, and it had nothing to do with her mechanical side. She was part demon and elf, after all.
Finally, the fail safe system kicked in, pushing her into unconciousness. Her knees buckled and she collapsed, her right eye and arm the first things to stop working. Her eyelid finally closed over the malfunctioning eye, numbing the pain. As she began to pass into darkness, she managed to look up at him, her eye glossed with pain and anger.
"I...I hate you..." She hissed, and then her world went black. Amita was now just a limp piece of flesh, the mechanics within her quickly moving to repair the damage done while she was out.
Embracing her softly as she lost consciousness, he held he up and gazed blankly down at his shredded arm. He could see his bones and the black blood poured everywhere. He sighed and clenched his fist as new flesh came forth to rejuvenate his limb. All was fixed, yet a very visible scar remained. With some more concentration, the scar vanished. His true form would be cursed to wear these scars, but as he shifted forms, he could hide them completely. She hated him? So what else was new? He gently scooped her into his arms and held her close, walking off somewhere. What would happen when she awoke though? This could be fun. Reaching the base of a small waterfall just outside Connlaoth, he set her down on the soft grass and gazed about the secluded place. It was pretty far off. How did he get there so fast? With no one in sight, he headed straight into the water as his body morphed. He became a bare alien. In a body much larger and white, he entered up to his knees and breathed deep. His body rippled with muscle, from head to his alien claw feet and his split tail. His skin was bald and sleek, covered by nasty and un-survivable scars. He began to purr softly, closing his eyes as his tails lightly lashed around in the water. He scooped up some water in his hands and splashed his face, listening to the soothing waterfall.
The tiny nanites within her completed the repairs in record time, nothing major having been damaged. It could not remove the odd growth that had appeared on her spine, but began annalysing, working on a way to remove it.
Eventually, it would find a way.
Finally, the supressors in her mind let up, allowing her to wake slowly. Her arm and eye held no traces of pain, nor did any other part of her slender body.
With a soft groan, Amita rolled over slowly, squinting against the light. She was dead tired from all the fighting and damage she had taken that day. Finally she began to focus on an odd shape in the pool of water ahead of her. It took a moment for her to figure out the humanoid shape, the white of it's skin catching the glare off the water. Her blue eye quickly widened a bit, the blue rings spinning as it annalysed the creature. The data and DNA referencing was just patchy enough to varify that the creature before her was the same man that had 'claimed' her.
Both eyes widened sharply, and she stayed completely silent.
If this day could get any weirder or worse...
His head slowly lifted, pausing for a slight moment. Creeping slowly, his head turned with his upper torso as his eyes met her now awake form. Tails lashing again, he stared blankly at her, his unique facial features clear in the light as the clean water trickled down his body refreshingly. A small playful smirk grew on his face and his tail morphed flat and wide. It scooped up some water with a large thrust and splashed the girl. A small chuckle escaped his throat through his continuous purring and he waited for her reaction. Some natural feelings were indirectly sent to her, showing a soothing and calm nature from him. This creature was totally weird...
Amita just stared at his changed face, teeth clenched shut to keep even the smallest sound from escaping. How was she supposed to react to that? Many people, she guessed, would be repulsed or frightened, and would run screaming.
But that particular urge never came to her, though the idea of running in an attempt to escape was a possibility.
Somehow she doubted she'd get very far.
So what else? What was she supposed to think? Her right hand twitched mildly, blue eye still spinning away information. He looked strange...but then...so did she. So how should she react? Should she not react at all??
Not that it mattered, for a few moments later and she was soaked. Amita squealed and bounced up, shaking the water from her head, wet right arm held off to the side a bit. Nothing sparked or anything, not that she expected it to, but she still disliked having that arm wet. The skin showing wasn't like the rest of her skin, didn't really feel the water the same way. It bothered her, and she quickly shook the arm to dry it off a bit.
The water didn't agree so well with her white body suit either, as it was tight enough without having the water to give it a bit of extra stick and transparency.
Wonderful, she might as well be wearing nothing now!
The feelings of soothing and calm clashed with her own disgruntled ones, but they did stop her from lashing out angrily with words. Finally she just sniffed, water dripping off of her damp hair as she glared at him. It wasn't an all out glare though, having more of a 'why did you have to do that???' look.
And oddly, she found herself perfectly comfortable with his odd new look. It just...didn't bother her, and so she stopped looking at it as though it were different, and simply looked at him.
His eyes met with her upset face and then up and down her body. Cute and attractive were some more unintentional feelings sent as he took in the pretty sight. His frame turned to her further and he curled his finger in a 'come here' motion playfully. The creature within reflected his true feelings for her at the moment and he seemed a lot nicer when she obeyed. In an odd way, it was comforting being around him. Sharing a deep bond with him showed a lot more that how he appeared to be. That was both a good and a bad thing. He was also new to this. It was his very first time bonding with someone. For curiosity's sake, he wanted to try it out and keep her around. Considering how old he is, he must try new things to entertain himself. "C'mon, the water is nice." He suggested kindly. He chose to not force her this time, though naturally, she could see into his thoughts and in actuality, he was intriguing.
Amita bared her teeth defensively as his eyes roamed her body, a blush creeping into her tanned cheeks. The entire 'come hither' display only made her blush more. Gah, this was stupid! Why was she blushing anyway??? She didn't even like him!
Calm...calm...
Being able to sense his thoughts and feelings like she could was highly unnerving at times. The blue eye began to widen, and she quickly shut it before it could malfunction again. Apparently, seeing into his mind didn't agree with her delicate programming.
He still wanted her to join him...and he was being so...so gentle about it too. Despite the piece of him within her, he was allowing her the choice.
She was already pretty much soaked...
And contrary to popular belief, her programming did insist on obeying orders. But then, that only referred to one specific master.
Still...
Shifting timidly from foot to foot, she finally stalked over to the water's edge and stared down at it. Ok...well, how hard could it be? As long as she was careful of her arm, it should be fine. Of course, there was the problem that she couldn't really swim. It didn't look deep though...
Wrinkling her nose, she finally waded in, keeping her abnormally long arm lifted away from the water. Immediately the programming whirred, and she felt much better, having dutifully obeyed. And so, the mechanics rewarded her with a nice feeling stimulated by the chemicals in her brain.
She never though to question all the strange mechanics and metal that had such a large control over her body. It was all she was really used to, what she had known since she was little. Since the experimentation started...
Surprisingly calm, and in up to her waist, Amita turned and stared at Kamen. Her face held a 'what now?' expression, since she obviously didn't understand why they would just be standing in the water. Her blue eye had calmed, so she could open it again, the rings slowly turning as soon as he came into view. There was so much data to annalyze on him...
His solid black eyes followed her into the water. He could sense her current emotions, uncontrollably feeling them. This was new. She came on her own. Still smiling down at her 'now what do I do' expression, he took her human hand delicately, pulling her deeper with him, the water now above her chest. With his other hand, he scooped up some fresh water gently and trickled it down her cheek, cleaning any leftover dirt. Still maintaining that soft purr, his hands now reached down and grabbed onto the shoulder straps to her body suit. With a calm gaze and the transferred feelings of 'do not worry, it is only bathing', he very slowly and very gently pulled it down off of her and afterward, placed her metal arm upon his shoulder to keep it elevated from getting wet. Once free of her clothing, only the water hid her bareness and he trickled more water down her hair and cheeks, washing her off softly. "What is your name?" he asked curiously, his voice sweet and polite as he rubbed some water on her ears. The mood was now tranquil and serene.
Amita shifted back a bit as he reached for her normal hand, still a bit wary of him. But he took it gently enough, and she was fairly sure they wouldn't have a repeat of earlier. She was nervous about wading deeper, for she had never been taught to swim. She followed after him haltingly, not knowing if she could trust him not to let her drown if they went out too far.
Her programming willed her to trust him though, conforming itself to the new set of circumstances. She didn't fight the programming, and so slowly began to trust him, letting herself be pulled without any resistance.
With the water up above her breasts, Amita began to panic slightly, her breathing and heart rate increasing. Her right arm was held over her head completely, trying to stay out of the odd-feeling water. A tingling at the back of her neck warned not to go deeper, for the ports were unprotected and would malfunction if flushed with that much liquid.
Both eyes blinked a bit when he rinsed her cheek, head tilting slightly as she watched him. She finally realized what that consistent sound had been. It was him, purring it seemed.
The mechanics in her brain whirred for all of a split second, and decided the sound was nice and comforting. She should like it, and calm.
And that she did, the panic receding in time for him to begin undressing her.
Confused, she watched his hands at first, not entirely sure what he aimed to do. She normally did not have to take it off, and her master never had either. Any time she might need to go to the restroom, she could just as easily tear it open and have it reknit, rather than take it off completely.
Realizing that was indeed what he was doing, she had to twist her metal-adorned arm akwardly to get the strap off without dunking it into the water. Once completely undressed, she felt her most deadly arm calmly placed upon his shoulder. She blanched at this. Didn't he know she could now take his head right off??
Didn't he realize that....
That....
....
The thought just floated away, and she frowned slightly, brow pulling together. She had just completely lost what she was thinking about...
She never did like it when that happened, and for it to happen so soon after...
The washing resumed, and her attention shifted. She bowed her head a bit as her hair and face was wetted, blue shutting defensively. "Um..." She started softly, the earings on her jingling lightly as he rubbed them with water. It made a strange tickle run down her spine, and unsure whether to like it or not, she half-heartedly ducked away.
"I'm Amita..." She answered finally, and it was a much more submissive and quiet tone than she had used before. All the hostility had just...drained away.
For now at least.
"Amita..." He repeated. "I am Kamen." His hand then flowed down her cheek and around to the back of her neck. His fingers grazed her ports, feeling her caution and swirled around them. Some of the material that made his body capped them safely with a black coating and then his hand came back around and lifted her chin. "No worries." He whispered softly. From his shoulder, the same black substance began to coat her arm. He made his intentions known gently as his hand slid from her chin and his thumb pressed to her skin on the side of her blue eye. The same black material crawled into her eye with no harm whatsoever. What was he? The covering of her eye was solid black, but from the other side, her eye could see clearly through as it became completely transparent, showing off the color, but leaving the rest black. And her arm...the pliable matter coated her like a smooth glove. Her arm then suddenly began to shrink painlessly, mirroring her normal one. How the hell?? The new coating then gave off the sensation of real skin, though it stayed like a black glove. It was weird...really weird. He then waded deeper, his hands, gently grasping her hips and pulling her with. He kept himself afloat effortlessly in the deep water, holding her close as she was now off ground. He was now so very gentle with her. It was so calm.
Amita nodded softly at his name. Kamen... It was filed away safely. As soon as he touched the ports, she gasped and jerked forward a bit, that by far one of her most sensitive spots. But then...it was carefully plugged against the water. She quickly reached around to feel at it, blinking up at him in amazment. He...how had he done that!?
Amita's eyes widened as her arm began to get coated over, unable to remove it until the process was over. He did the same to her eye, and even her programming was not sure what to do about it. It didn't seem to be harming her...if anything, it was beneficiary. Nothing would get damaged in the water now.
She stared horrified as her arm began to shrink, for a moment wondering if it would dissapear completely.
And then, it was there...a normal looking arm. And...it felt normal too...
She stared awe-struck at it for a long time, until she was being drawn further out into the water.
Suddenly unable to touch the ground, her eyes snapped open and she clung to him, fear written all over her features. "I...I can't swim!" She whispered tightly, straining to touch the bottom and unable to.
He chuckled softly, embracing her as she clung for safety. His soft purr could now be felt vibrating through his chest, massaging her skin gently. "No worries." he spoke again, slowly and confidently. He held her securely as they floated out deeper. One arm wrapped around her waist as the other curiously felt up her side. He caressed the side of her breast, coasting down her ribs and tummy and making his way to her outer thigh. His soft and inquiring fingers crept around, coming up the front of her leg near the line of her crotch and back up. All his true motives were sent and none of them had anything to do with rape or any sexual conduct. It was all purely an intimate massage. In doing this, it was his way of finding out her reactions and what she liked. How could something like him be so...romantic?? He then lifted that hand in front of her face, holding up his first two fingers. He showed them to her and then slowly pressed them to the side of her neck behind her ear, sliding downward against her skin with firm, but gentle pressure and moved to the other one. With the same reaction as before, a black substance marked a rectangle on each side of her neck after he removed his fingers. She could then feel a slight tingling in her throat. It wasn’t a scary tingle though; it was soft and soothing. "No worries." He repeated again before slowly submerging with her. Once under, those marks on her neck began to filter the oxygen from the water, allowing her to breath. As they sank, he let her go and held her hands as he began to swim backward with ease. His eyes took in the smooth curvatures of her body as he pulled her deeper. His purr now echoed through the water as the peaceful sounds of the waterfall could be heard in the distance.
Most people would probably find the idea of being pressed against a naked man, while you yourself are also naked, extremely embarassing and sexual. However, these were the farthest things from her mind. Instead, she was staring with wide eyes at the deepening water below them. She stared up at his face with the same wide eyes as he spoke, trying to calm her frantic heart beat. She just couldn't help it...her emotions tended to come out in the extreme, and fear counted as one of them.
She meeped softly as his hand brushed the side of her breast, a confused look flickering across her features for a moment. Between the soft vibrations of his purring against her skin and the gentle, wandering hand, the experiance was deemed pleasurable.
She just didn't know what to do with it. Was he expecting something back? Was she supposed to say something, do something, in response or return?
She didn't have any experiance there so...it was hard to say...
Unsure of herself, she dipped her head a bit, a soft sigh escaping through her nose. It did feel good...
She just hoped she wasn't missing something important in all of this...
As his fingers came up before her face, she watched them curiously. She did not fear his intentions any longer, and allowed him to rub along her neck without flinching. The tingling intrigued her, mechanics processing the feeling with a desire to know.
His words brought her attention, but then he was pulling her down and that fear lept into her throat. She strained backward, but was pulled down anyway. Her body tensed for a moment, expecting to drown.
And then, the strips began to filter the water like gills, and she could...
...she could breath!
Surprised, her eyes snapped open, staring down at Kamen in disbelief as he led her downward. Her fear slowly melted away, body relaxing, and she tenatively glanced around their sudden underwater world. Her hands clung to him still however, unsure of this unstable liquid environment she was so new to.
She didn't want to loose that connection with him, to be set adrift in the cool blue waters.
He released her from his grasp after sinking further down, and dissipated into the blue water. Vanishing without a trace, Amita was left alone momentarily, but his thoughts could still be felt. He was still there...somewhere. Suddenly, but softly, masculine arms wrapped around her from behind, only this time, they seemed human like before. Molded into that human form, he embraced her from behind, just as bare as she was. He nuzzled into her neck with his nose as his gentle hands wrapped around her waist. Thoughts of curiosity now, were felt as well as now somewhat intimate one. Now he wanted to be close. But it was a soothing closeness thus far; a strange desire to know her intimately. The deeper they went, the darker it should get, but light was there. A ball of light emanated in the dark depths of the soothing cool water, shining on them both with a warm glow. He kissed her neck gently and moved very slowly for her to stay calm.
Amita panicked as soon as she was released, suddenly without that comforting touch. He had left her! Here, in the water! She continued to sink helplessly, entirely unknowing of how to swim. She could hardly feel him, but she knew he hadn't completely left her. But that didn't ebb the panick gripping her chest like an ugly fist.
Her slender body jerked as she was grabbed from behind, it taking a few moments for her to realize it was Kamen. She quickly clung to his strong arms, trying to convey not only her fear but her anger at him for leaving her like that down here. She had to think it though, for she wasn't confident enough to even open her mouth and make those muffled sounds that water causes. The soft nuzzle into the delicate flesh of her neck sent a distinct tingle down her spine. But the closeness was comforting, despite the growing intimacy of Kamen's thoughts. She was still too naive to understand what most others would about the situation.
She stared down at the strange light illuminating the deep water. She blinked at the strange shadows to cast on her body, head tilted to the side slightly. The rings in her blue eye were spinning consistantly now, scanning and learning about all that was happening around her. The gentle kiss was unexpected, but it didn't truly startle her. She had calmed again, slender hands holding onto his strong arms for stability. She looked around her slowly, taking it all in curiously, still held comfortably against Kamen.
He sensed her anger and it amused him. A small chuckle could be felt through the water and he smiled. This human body was intriguing. When he morphs, he takes on the entire DNA attributes of the subject he becomes, felling all the sensations it would. His human body was reacting to her and he enjoyed the feeling. Assured by her mostly calm behavior, his hands groped her breasts as he nibbled on her ear, his movements very delicate and calm. Interesting. What was this feeling? Theses thoughts transferred to her openly as usual as he further explored her body. Her naivety was cute. This made him more excited. He could feel her sweet mind, linked with his. He purred against her back as he pressed warmly up to her. This was getting fun for him. He enjoyed experiencing the feelings of different species.
Amita's programming was just starting to crack into the reactions of Kamen's body when his hands suddenly clasped over her breasts. Both eyes widened, and it took a moment for her mechanics to decide whether to release the pleasure center of her brain, or to keep it carefully sealed off. They read into the thoughts flowing in from Kamen, realizing he was learning through all of this. Perhaps it was lust he was currently investigating, as that was what his actions pointed to.
But the programming wasn't entirely sure of letting Amita become the object of Kamen's learning. She too would learn if they released parts of her brain to this experiance, and her naivety and innocence would be lost. Her master liked those qualities in her...
The mechanics whirred softly, made a back-up copy of Amita's memory, and then released the pleasure centers of her mind.
Amita gasped akwardly under the water as sensations rippled throughout her body. Her slender, supple body writhed in the sudden pleasure, totally unprepared for it. Again, her feelings and emotions were in the extreme, everything many times more sensitive than a normal woman would be.
Amazed by her extreme sensitivity, he used it toward his advantage. His fingers squeezed and tugged at her nipples gently and now two more arms explored the rest of her body. With the two new free hands, he massaged and caressed up and down her all over, looking fore her most sensitive areas of skin. The tender emotions spiked through him and he was at a loss for words. This was incredible. His smile grew as his now four-armed body tantalized her, using her sensitivity to overcharge the results playfully. He mmmed softly into her neck as his other hands groped her butt before moving on. Even if it was a happy torture, it enticed him. It was different than the normal agonizing torture of death. This one was unusually pleasurable for him, being able to feel what she felt. Now permanently bonded with her, the creature within her began to more comprehend her mechanical processes. It idly watched as it backed up her memories. It began to understand and attempted to communicate, asking why it did what it did and who it was doing it for.
This was the first time Amita had ever had access to this part of her brain, and the sudden wash of sexual awareness was overwhelming. Coupling that with Kamen's seductively roaming hands, and Amita was half out of her mind with sensation. Her caressed nipples quickly pulled taught, tingling in a most strange and wonderful way.
The addition of two extra hands didn't even register with Amita, but what they did most certainly affected her. Everything was increased ten fold, and her poor little body didn't know what to do with it all.
Amita bucked sharply as his fingers ran over all of her most sensitive places, her own hands clinging to his arms as best she could, muscles tight with the ecstasy. She came for the first time without even being fully aware of what was going on, her body reacting without her. Her unstable, tampered with mind seemed incapable of feeling all this and thinking at the same time, and so Amita was kept in a stupor, a living doll for Kamen's lustful examining.
The mechanics, however sentient-like they seemed, were simply running on programming and protocol, the intigrated AI unable to understand or reply to the living bit of flesh currently trying to communicate with it.
His eyes shot open, feeling her pleasure spike after the agonizing increase and he embraced her tighter. He closed his eyes and moaned passionately into her skin. What he felt from Amita was abnormally intense. He knew that this girl was abnormal, but only made his curiosity grow. That smirk crept back up on his face and he continued to tease and pleasure her body. He wanted more results...the limit of her poor sweet body. Smelling her scent in the water now only enticed him further and he tortured her body playfully. His fingers firmly roamed, groped, squeezed and rubbed her all over and of course, pinched and rolled lightly on her sensitive nipples. The other two hands invaded her below, trickling and probing around her in and out and around her bottom and inner thighs. She was so soft and desirable. He would have fun with this one, most definitely. Realizing its communication was useless, it returned idol and transferred the usual thoughts naturally as it further became a part of her, blending into her mixture until it was a complete whole.
Amita was totally beyond herself, lost on a strange roll of accute pleasure and sensation that peaked higher and higher until she was lost in the clouds. She was left on her own for the first time in her life, the mechanics simply pulling back from her, like guiding hands suddenly removed.
She was unstable and lost, her mind and body unable to fully comprehend her pleasure without the assistance of that mechanical brain. She was like one half of the whole right now, missing the other half and unable to feel complete.
Instead she was attacked with sensation, his roaming, lustful hands touching all the right places of her body for the first time. Her muscles trembled, jerked, with the hot, warm, tingling sensation of building ecstasy. There was no mental cap over her body. It just reacted, and then reacted again, a second sudden orgasm exploading through her core, arching her body back, up, and away. Her red-gold eye was wide, the blue eye strangely dark and unmoving. Her mechanical side had abandoned her for those few blinding moments of pleasure and feeling, allowing both herself and Kamen to experience a strange new explosion of feeling.
And it was quickly too much for Amita. Her mechanical mind suddenly kicked back in with a whirr, and as the tingling sensation of heat and passion died away, the back-up memory was installed, effectively wiping her mind of all that had just occurred.
Amita blinked, floating, her blue eye again functioning. She knew she was in the water with Kamen, and she also knew that her memory had been erased. Where most people would find that all together frightening and horrific, Amita was used to it.
Just another occurance in her life lost, no longer important or to be remembered again.
Looking down, she suddenly realized that there were four arms holding her instead of just two. The pupil of her blue eye jerked, the rings spinning in their seperate ways yet again, and an annalysis of the extra appendages was quickly underway.
Amita was totally unaware of the pleasure she and Kamen had just experienced together.
Again the second climax shivered into Kamen's body. Their mental link grew stronger by the minute and realized he would have to understand her eventually. She was going to be a tough one to bond with. His grip tightened on her passionately until the pleasure died down and he lightened up a little, caressing her skin softly after he removed his roaming fingers and put them somewhere less sexual. And then the machine side of her interfered again. He sighed and shook his head against her soft skin as he held her. Floating weightlessly beneath the water with her. What Amita felt, he felt, and he too knew what it had done and he knew that Amita was used to it. Hmm, that might be a problem. Then again... He smirked a little, his eyes closed, as the part of him inside Amita pulsed almost unnoticed. The bond they shared worked both ways. He could see into her mind and she could see into his. And they also shared memories from now on. And with a quick idea, Kamen loosely opened their recent memory. Their recent experience was now bled back into Amita's mind. That part of him acted like a second consciousness. It would share her memories and his and since it was an entity immune and separate from the mechanical defenses, it could not be erased. Weather or not Amita would accept it was another issue. But he tried anyway. Kamen kissed her cheek and then nuzzled it as he waited patiently to see her reaction.
Amita's attention was drawn from the extra limbs as foreign thoughts and emotions began to filter into her mind. She only had a moment to be bewildered by it, for then the mechanical mind practically went hay-wire in what could have been called anger, if it were not an unfeeling machine.
That memory was dictated to be unstable and unnecessary. She was not to have it.
The pain was immediate and blinding. Amita bucked, flailing, as white spots flashed across her vision. There were no thoughts the pain was so intense within her head, and she struggled to get away from it, to get free, to make it stop.
She kicked and scratched at Kamen, trying to get away, unsure of why she was being punished by her mechanical side. What was wrong, what was wrong??
Sharp electrical pusles shot down her spine and through the metal implants, effectively giving the little piece of Kamen settled there a nasty group of shocks. The machine was in control of what Amita did and did not remember. That was part of why Master had put it there in the first place. This...invader could not be allowed to start making decisions against Master's will.
And so, it made Amita writhe in pain, as that was all it could do, and that was what it was programmed to do.
Kamen held onto her, even as she flailed in pain. He could feel this machine trying to attack him from inside her, harming her body to do so. Even through the kicking and the scratching, Kamen held her in an attempt to calm her. He thought. This THING would attack HER to stop HIM? Hmmm... Kamen didn’t seem to mind being clawed at and made to bleed. He ignored any sensation of his own pain and focused on hers. It wanted her alive, right? So it would not go as far as to kill her? Did this mean that she could survive what it was doing to her currently? Most likely. Kamen smirked. Oh well. He could feel the piece of him inside her being provoked, but he wasn’t bothered by the pain of electricity. He had to be strong against it, otherwise how would he get his hands on his main prize in this world. Just the thought of that made him have to lick his lips. Kamen gazed about the now discolored water, stained with his blood. Should her continue to bother this machine? Or should he give her peace?
As much as he urged to see her stamina, the bond with her gave him the emotion distress that she felt. He would not benefit this way either. He sighed and ceased his provocation of her mind. His third and fourth arms receded into his being and his grip loosened on her when her pain died down. When she was fully calm again, he turned her around to face him and smiled, reaching a hand up to hold her chin. Enough torture for now. Time to see how she acts normally and record her results from there. With a quick warm kiss, Kamen brought her back to t he surface. They rose from the deep water smoothly and he just stood with her, waist deep, and gazed at her in his human form. He set her down and brushed the wet hair from her face.
"I apologize for the unexpected pain I caused you." He purred softly. "I did not mean to ruin your bathing experience." He smiled kindly and looked over her body. She was mostly clean now. Just a few spots that needed a little scrubbing. He then rubbed some dirt and blood from her cheek, splashing on a little more water to clean it off. Then, being the playful creature he was, Kamen took her gloved arm and scooped some water on it and placed her palm on his cheek. He rubbed gently and grinned at her, like it was some little game. She also needed to get used to the motor skills in her cast arm. Speaking of which. "How do you like it?" he asked gently. He caressed her arm, and then the side of her eye, and then her ports. "Does it suit you?" He then kissed her hand that he was rubbing his cheek with.
Ironically, Kamen's thoughts about the machine's intentions were false. The machine was not there to keep Amita alive. Her resilient body was relied on for that. Oh no, the machine was there to make sure Amita would always and forever follow Master's orders, even if he was not there to physically give them.
The machine would kill Amita if it was necessary to keep her 'innocent'.
Amita bucked, her muscles spasming with pain, her mouth open wide in a silent scream. Her normal eye had rolled back into her head, the blue one staring straight ahead, unblinking, unfeeling. Claws raked through Kamen's flesh, flailing, not really aiming, but just trying jerkily to get away. But pain was hindering her movement, the sharp pulses of electricity down her spine practically giving her seizures, her muscles locking up as they continued.
It could very well cause her to break her own back.
And then, without warning, the pain stopped. She slumped, her body tingling with leftover sensation, her muscles numb. It always took her awhile to readjust after an immense dose of pain...
Her pink eye was dazed as she was turned around to look at him. That blue eye was still cold and alert staring at him. She was limp in his arms, and didn't seem to have felt his kiss.
It wasn't until they broke the surface that her semi-comatose state finally faded away.
Small feet back on solid land, if not still underwater, Amita staggered as she regained a sense of her own weight. Why did she feel so heavy...?
She blinked up at him as he brushed away some of her short hair, listening to his words. She frowned. "That wasn't you, it was Master." She retorted calmly. How absurd. He hadn't caused her any pain as of yet.
She didn't understand his looking over her body, though that tan skin was perfectly visable to him, smoothly covering all her curves.
She was naive, in a sense.
She wrinkled her small nose a bit as he rubbed dirt off of her cheek, then watched as he placed her right hand against his cheek. It was so strange to have that arm a normal length and shape now...
And it felt things just like her normal arm did. So different...
"It's...new." She mumbled, warily watching as he gently touched her arm, and then the side of her covered eye.
She ducked as he touched the ports, veritably smacking her face into his stomach. Still too sensitive...
"Don't touch those."
"Oh?" Master? He shrugged mentally. For now he would allow her to believe that. It was true, technically, though it was him who provoked it. Oh well. "I see." New, huh? Kamen chuckled when she ducked into him. "All right, all right." He said softly, grabbing her cheeks to lift her head back up gently. "I will remember to be more careful next time." As he spoke, the wounds Amita left him with began to heal almost immediately. He looked into her eyes again. She was beautiful for a human. So innocent and pure as well. He would have much fun with her. "Does 'Master' always do this to you?" he asked warmly, letting go of her face and placing his hands on her hips. "Where is this 'Master'? And what are your thoughts on 'Master'?" Kamen continued, truly curious. He wanted to know about this 'Master'. He pulled Amita to him and held her close.
Her head lifted, and she felt alittle dumb for having smacked her face into him like that. It only showed in a slight flush across her tan cheeks. As his wounds healed, her blue eye again swerved its attention, watching them, shuffling the data away.
It would eventually crack the code of this strange individual...
The way he said Master almost sounded like...well, like he was making fun of her.
She frowned, but answered him anyway. "Yes."
She was surprised by the sensitivity of the bare flesh of her hips as his warm hands closed over them. "I don't know where Master is." She muttered. Truthfully, she never wanted to see him again. She could care less where he was.
She half-snarled at his last inquiry.
"I hate him!"
She squeaked a bit as he pulled her against him, not having expected the abrupt movement. The bracelets on her left arm jingled as her hands splayed on his chest in an effort to keep from smacking into him. They were forced to stay there, as she could not move back from him they way he was holding her. Off-balance, she frowned up at him. "Why do you want to know about Master anyway?"
Hate him? Hmmm... He gazed down at her when she looked up at him while he held her against him. "Just curious." He responded to her question calmly. "I would not want anything bad to happen to you." He stroked up and down her back gently. "And If you feel so, I will not let Master anywhere near you." He smiled kindly. Kamen released her then and cupped her cheek. "Would you rather stay by my side?" he asked. "Where I can keep you safe?" Kamen leaned down and kissed her gently on the lips again.
Amita blinked up at him, frowning softly at his words. What...? He didn't want anything bad to happen to her? Why...?
But he had hurt her! Back at the executioner's block...he had tried to choke her...
Was that not bad...?
Or maybe he was just being like Master...
Don't let anything happen to his doll, Amita...
His unbreakable doll...
Only he can make her bleed...
Amita looked down, clenching her teeth to keep from saying something rash. The corded muscles in her back were tense under his hands. She was forced to look back up at him as he cupped her cheek. She was confused and angry. Was he really trying to be nice to her? Or was he still trying to be her new 'master'??
"You can't stop him! He owns me."
She shook her head viciously and shoved away from him, again showing that taste of unnatural strength. "Stop it! Stop pretending! You're just like him! You don't really want to be nice!"
She didn't want another Master! She didn't want to be a doll again...
He listened to her words carefully, even when she shoved him away and argued. She was quite strong, but he did not resist her push. He let her step away and just stood in place, gazing sown at her calmly, looking deeply into her angry eyes and feeling what she felt. He decided to sympathize with her and the part of him inside her let her know that he was being honest. "If...you do not with me to control you, I shall not do so. But if you are with me, I will let no harm come to you." He told her gently in his calm and cool, as well as trustworthy voice. "As for your master, I cannot assume his strength, but I do know that I have only one rival thus far...and he will not continue to be a threat for long. " He talked more to himself at the last part of his comment. He extended his hand to her. "So will you let me care for you?" he asked sweetly, honestly interested in these feelings he felt from her.
Amita gaped at him a few times. He...wouldn't control her if she didn't want him to? But that's not what he said earlier...!
Or was he just changing his mind...?
She didn't know what to believe. She wanted, desperately so, to trust someone. Would Kamen be the one she could trust...?
She stared at his outstretched hand, a light tremor starting up in her tensed muscles.
What should she do? Would it be safe to trust him...? Could she keep her safe, even from the strange device within her...?
Damn damn damn...
Clenching her eye shut for a moment, she could feel moisture gather at their edges.
Can you trust him, can you trust him, can you trust him...
Finally, slowly at first, Amita placed her normal hand in his. She turned glossy eyes up to him as she spoke.
"Please...promise...and don't break it. Please..."
She wanted to be able to trust him...