Chapter 12

Kim didn’t last long, but then again, she didn’t try. Instead, she did her best to grind against the chair as much as the clamp would allow.

“EB ... owww ... Master EB is the AI I met when I woke up in the cargo bay!”

“Why does the collar always shock you like that?”

“I ... I guess I asked him to set up the collar like that.”

“You asked him to?”

“Yes, I just can’t remember much.”

“Why not?”

“The behemoth’s goo ... I don’t understand, but it’s intoxicating, and while under the effects of it, I make bad decisions, and I can’t remember them afterward.”

“We found some cylinders of a strange substance. Is that it?”

“It might be. Master EB said that the slaver bots had refined goo. It’s faster acting but not as effective. But the real stuff wasn’t available till the behemoth woke up.”

“How do you know it woke up?”

“Master EB told me when I woke up in the bay.” She was getting distracted by the two dildos moving.

“What happened before you woke up.”

“Oooh ... Ummm, Master EB said I was purged!” She cried out as she tried to rock as the motions stopped.

“You were purged?”

“That’s what he said ... Please don’t stop right there!” She cried out as she tried to squirm against the chair. She sat there stewing for long minutes. The VIs were busy.

“Why are you wearing a collar if you were purged? Did you get captured by the slavers?”

“Ahh, no! I ... I...” She shook her head, “I ... asked Master EB to put it on me, apparently!”

“Apparently?”

“I ... I don’t remember.”

“Why not?”

“I was covered in behemoth goo at the time!”

“So you asked ‘Master EB’ to put a collar on you and to set it up to shock you whenever you didn’t call him Master EB?”

“Yes! I’m like a different person when covered in that goo.” She desperately tried to get the dildos to start moving again inside her. They eventually started moving again when she was beginning to recover.

“Why not take the collar off when you’re not covered in the goo, then?”

“He said he can’t. So I don’t know why Master EB can’t take off the collar.”

“The access codes are different than default. So that might be the case.”

“Yes, that’s probably it! Now can I cum?”

“We do have a few more questions for you, Slave Kim. Normally when the collar overwrites the ID, it has a number, not a name, associated with it. So why do you have a name?”

“I ... I don’t know. I really don’t. Maybe Master EB changed it.”

“He would have to have the codes to change it. And he can make you do whatever under the threat of the explosives.”

“I ... I guess so. But I trust him not to!” She replied with a moan, her body shivering.

There was another pause, at least the VIs left the dildos moving inside her. She did her best to rock against the chair, then released a soft moan when they stopped, and the VIs returned.

“Why did you ask him to put the collar on you, Slave Kim?”

“I ... I’m ... I’m not sure why. The goo ... It was intoxicating. And ... It helped me communicate with him!”

“How?”

“We found a slaver camera drone with enough capacity to house his intelligence. And ... And he could feed me images with it. But, the implant couldn’t do that from very far. And the collar works with the drone.”

She tried to press against the chair again as the VIs seemed distracted. At least she could grind against the phalluses as they lay deep inside her.

“If you were purged, why are your body mods and the implant still there.”

Kim bit her lip as she tried to think, “Master EB said he did a factory reset before they could be removed.”

Another pause left Kim frustrated. Sweat covered her body as she waited. Finally, the VIs returned.

“Slave Kim, or Kim Stone. Your words do make sense, and we don’t detect any lies. In your opinion, can this ‘Master EB’ be trusted?”

She took a moment to think of anything that would make EB untrustworthy, “Yes, I think so. I found him in the same cargo hold I was in. He seemed to have been forgotten, and there a long time.”

“The VIs have voted unanimously that you are Kimberly Stone, Junior Commander. And you were purged of your memories to keep them from falling into Argetiean hands. Under normal circumstances, if you had returned to the Commonwealth, you would be quietly retired.”

“But these aren’t normal circumstances, I know!” Kim moaned, “And you wouldn’t be edging me like this!”

“Yes, we should stop.”

“No! Make me cum first!” She cried out loud as she rocked against the dildos and then came to another crashing climax. She was glad for the chair and restraints as she didn’t fall to the floor.

“As we said, these aren’t normal circumstances, Kimberly Stone. The VIs need intelligent guidance. Human or otherwise.”

“And there’s only eight trainees and me, who’s not much better.”

“And this ‘Master EB’ of yours.”

“So, what do you want to do?”

“We don’t know. This is why we need your guidance. If we ignore protocol and assume you had your previous rank, then you would be the ranking human available.”

“So you’re just going to toss it into my lap?”

“Isn’t that what humans are for, Junior Command Stone?”

“Ahh, I don’t feel like a command. Can’t you just call me Kim ... Oww ... Slave Kim!”

“If that’s what you want, Slave Kim.”

She groaned out as she found herself unable to come up with a way of explaining herself properly. So she just sat there and accepted it for the moment, but she would have some words with EB when she saw him again.

Kim finally had some clothing. She argued with the VIs, but she could eventually wear something. She didn’t want anything to show she was Junior Commander Kimberly Stone. She just wanted to be Slave Kim ... Kim for now.

The fragment of the ship was short on supplies to make clothing. The trainees had their single set of clothing, and the recyclers rebuilt the clothes when they cleaned themselves daily. Unfortunately, this was a losing prospect as the recycling process wasn’t one hundred percent efficient.

Kim was able to snag at least some footwear. While her nanites healed any damage to her feet and removed any discomfort from long-term bondage, she still felt better wearing something. Even if the only clothes she had turned out to be just an army green T-shirt that barely covered her nipples. And matching bottoms that were likewise scarcely enough fabric to protect her modesty.

The fabric wasn’t that thick or sturdy either. A single layer of knit protected Kim from returning to exhibitionism. It felt so fragile that Kim was sure it would evaporate at the slightest touch. So she made sure to keep away from the bushes as she headed toward the exit of the training section. She needed to find her way to the airlock and explain everything to EB.

She still had her collar on. Kim also used the blindfold as a headband to keep her hair out of her eyes. For some reason, she held onto the ballgag harness to act as a necklace. She left the cuffs behind in the warehouse.

The directions she got from the VIs proved to be inadequate. The walls of the behemoth sliced the ship near the airlock. As a result, most of the direct passages to get to the airlock weren’t there anymore. The VIs also had no access outside the training area, so they couldn’t direct her past any issues that blocked her.

She found herself in a hallway where the behemoth’s flesh had replaced one wall. The behemoth’s goo was coating the wall and pooling on the floor, making Kim glad she had on shoes. The only tight spot was at the beginning of the corridor, and each step saw the amount of steel making up the floor increase.