Recycled Reused Ch. 03

"I guess I can see that." I said stepping into a lighted chamber.

Our chambers closed and we were fed. We finished and she said,

"Come on. They want to meet you."

I was immediately nervous. And I felt naked again. Still. She led me down a hall, lights preceding us and passing over lines of guys and girls in lighted halls. She never even glanced at them. We turned a corner and entered an empty room. We stood in the middle and the lights dimmed.

A voice, neither masculine nor feminine came through the wall somehow in front of us and lights in an adjacent room came up. That or the wall just showed what was on the other side.

"Hello." Echoed the voice, harshly in the metal room.

On the other side of the wall were three...things. They looked like ants. Sort of. Standing upright. They were dark and shiny, much taller than I. They stood upright, with oval heads. They appeared to have an exoskeleton, like an ant or beetle but it appeared more supple. And almost sticky. Their eyes were the size of softballs but flat, liquid black centers very large surrounded by a rim of shiny gold. Their eyes blinked slowly and occasionally. The part of head that I would have called a face was semi-rounded, not just flat, and featureless except for their eyes and a mouth. At least I thought it was a mouth.

A large dimple, squeezed shut by the top and bottom into a straight line across above where their chin would be, if it wasn't just a round head. The wide, squeezed, dimple of a mouth moved, flexed, but never opened.

Their neck and body were large segments, just like an insect, dark and shiny. A pair of arms with too many elbows reached around from where they appeared to come out of their back. They appeared to have just one set of arms and one set of legs. Bipedal in nature.

Their legs were large and powerful looking and jointed like human legs, yet they appeared the same as the armored-looking upper segments, exoskeleton. Their lower abdomen hung down between the large "thighs" and from it hung two large, soft looking phallic features.

I didn't have any longer to study them through the window-wall.

"Hello." I said

"Welcome. Are you well?" The thing had inflection and tone. It wasn't just computer voice.

"Thank you. Yes."

"Has Kera treated you kindly?"

"Kera is wonderful. Yes."

"Good. She is to be rewarded."

"Nothing would please me more." I said, trying to bank some good will.

Kera beamed at me. Her thankful eyes tearing, full of pride and joy.

"Your production has been remarkable. We are pleased with you and would like more. Has Kera explained this?"

"Yes. I suppose, but I would like further clarification that she has not had time to give."

"We understand. Can you perform?"

"I-I don't know what you mean. Perhaps you could show me?"

Some pause at that.

"Yes. You will be shown.

The lights in the other room went down or the transparency disappeared. The lights in our room came up and Kera looked at me smiling.

"How did I do?"

"Great." She said, appreciatively, but there was something reserved.

"Now what?"

"Well, presumably you will get to watch a performance of some kind." A hint of caution in her voice.

"Let's go."

We started off. Kera didn't lead me as was becoming her norm. She was obviously still excited, but it looked more nervous now.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

She didn't answer right away. And started twice before answering in earnest.

"I don't know what they are going to have you watch."

"That bad?"

"No, that's the thing. More often than not, the things they have us do are pretty straight-forward. Sometimes they are a bit..."

"What? Scary? Dangerous? Disgusting?"

"Yes."

"Which one?"

She paused. "Maybe all of them."

"At once? But I am new here. Why would they..." I didn't finish.

"It's performance art. But it's real. It can be real. The idea is that our emotions change our...flavor. And I think they like drama."

She let that sink in as we walked down the hall.

"Can you give me a for example? Do they put two in a bottle and see if they can get them to fight?"

"No. We are here."

We turned a corner and there was a room. A large room with a large doorway. The lights on my half of the doorway went out. Kera sighed and let go of my hand and stepped through alone. The instant she did, the door whisked shut between us and I could still see. It was transparent. I called out,

"Kera!"

She looked back at me and did a 'stay calm' motion with her hand. I was pressed up against the door watching. The lights came back on in the room. Kera moved toward the wall to the right. She looked very alert and wary. The lights showed her pale form, paler than usual. Her nipples were hard and she looked around quickly.

Low doorways opened on the far side of the room and in slunk low figures. They looked like spiders. They were spiders! Or might as well have been. With bodies the size of huge beach balls. Their legs on the front and back were long but on the sides were shorter and thicker. They were about 2 feet tall but about 4 feet wide including their legs. Their bodies were smooth and shiny, just like the ant-like creatures in the other room.

Their eyes shone back at me from their bodies but I couldn't make out more than two per creature. There were ten of them and they moved delicately and deliberately around the outer edge of the room but toward me and Kera, who was standing just toward my right, about 20 feet away. I banged on the door and screamed her name.

"Kera!!!!"

She heard me and gave me the calm hand again but she was very wary. At her movement the spider creatures reacted slightly. They started moving in her direction, slowly. She started moving around the room toward them on the far side to my left. I was horrified. My heart pounded and I was trembling in fear. This wasn't art! This was a sick!

Kera led the spiders away from me and suddenly one walked in front of the door from my right. I jumped back but instantly was back at the door. It continued gliding toward her. I banged on the door again, hurting my hands. Then, the one that past me in front of the door sprinted at her, away from me, with amazing speed. But the speed was too fast to change direction because it jumped at her and was airborne too early, and she had time to read it and leapt to the left, away from the others and out of the path of the flying creature.

The others took her movement as an invitation and they charged her en masse. She dodged again and turned, running toward me, the only direction left to her. On of them reached out a foreleg and tripped her heel, trying to grab her but she jumped ahead. The door could have opened then and she could have run into my arms but she knew it wouldn't. She turned on a dime and two of the spiders leapt from behind her and barreled into the door, leaving greasy looking smears. She never saw the one that crashed into her from my right.

It bashed into her at amazing speed and she was pushed over backwards right in front of me. I screamed at her,

"Get up!"

But before I could even get the words out, the spiders that were chasing her toward the door were on her. Their legs held hers and her arms. She struggled fiercely but to no avail. To my terror, they reached their hind legs back to collect spun sticky silk from their spinnerets, just like spiders do, and they wrapped her and stuck her to the floor by her hands and legs. She screamed a little bit and struggled mightily but she was stuck. All the spiders clambered over her naked body trying to help. I couldn't watch them devour her. My beautiful Kera. But I couldn't tear my gaze away.

The spiders fell into calm as she was immobilized, spread-eagled and pasted to the floor. One spider took a glistening, sticky hind leg appendage, covered with gluey, clear snot from its spinneret hole and rammed it into her anus. Another spider did the same with another appendage into her pussy. And yet another did the same with her mouth. She was effectively speared in all her orifices. Then the spiders began to twitch their appendages. She twitched with them, as if she had a choice. She looked over at me through the door. I suspected she couldn't see me but she looked. Tears rolled down her temples.

Her body tensed as if..as if in orgasm. No way. I couldn't get my mind around it. It was impossible. But there it was again. She looked at me again and her body pulsed. It struggled involuntarily against its bonds, the webs that tied it. She was coming. It did not look pleasurable but there was some level of surrender to it in her eyes. The spiders were furious. They climbed all over each other and I was sure she would be killed and eaten. But she wasn't.

She pulsed and convulsed for several minutes with the spiders climbing all over her. Stuffing her with goo and twitching. PETTING HER. Then, the spiders pulled out and walked off. Calmly. As if she didn't exist. They found their way back through the low doors and they doors closed. But she lay there, pasted to the floor, her pussy oozing clear slime and pussy juice, her reamed anus oozing the same. Her lips and cheeks were covered as well and tears wet her cheeks. There were tear drops on the floor.

Just then, another door opened and a machine zipped in. It looked like a big, metal, cylindrical robot on a flat spot on one side. It didn't appear to have wheels or anything. It just zipped. It zipped right up between her legs and a door opened and an armature came out with a nozzle on the end. The nozzle slurped up all the goo between her legs and then shot into her pussy. It was in there for several seconds but then slipped out and into her anus.

I was stunned. I didn't know what to think. The nozzle slipped out of her anus and then did a thorough job of making sure everything was clean and then zipped back into the cylinder. Then doors on the sides opened up and armatures came out and sprayed her bonds with something. The bonds dissolved in seconds into white goop. The nozzle came back out and vacuumed up all the white goop and Kera was free and clean. As she sat up, the nozzle cleaned the raining vestiges off her hands and ankles and feet, did the floor and then packed up and zipped back where it came from.

Kera was standing where she had been violated, looking at where I was behind the door. She looked calm and concerned. Ten minutes ago, none of that had happened but she appeared as calm as she was then. She walked the three steps to the doorway and it whisked open.

I grabbed her and hugged her tight.

"I am so glad you are all right."

She hugged me back.

"I thought you were dead for sure." I said into her neck.

She pulled back from me.

"I know. I was afraid of that. Fortunately I have done this one before."

"What?!!!"

"You are forgetting. It's performance art. I was a little surprised it was me but I was really glad it was not you. This one is a little heavy for the uninitiated. That's not to say it isn't done, but there it is. I was kind of hoping for something a little less rambunctious and something we could watch together. Maybe its better this way."

"You can't be serious!"

"Are you more outraged or flabbergasted at this moment than you were stepping out of the production pod the first time?"

I had to think about that. Her question was fair. I was flabbergasted. Then and now. How is it reasonable to compare the two? Giant spiders just violated her!!! But I thought back. Then, I was at least this shocked but it wasn't right. It was different somehow.

"Yes. Yes! I am."

"Why?"

"Well...because what if that had gone differently? What if those things decided to eat you? I was really scared!"

She grabbed me and hugged me. She was sweaty from her exertion. She smelled voilet-y and sweaty. Her breasts pressed up against me. Her skin was hot. She held me tight.

"Thank you."

What? What was that supposed to mean?

"Hey, this isn't over. I was really scared."

I was starting to sound petulant and she was starting to smile. It was if I had given her something. She looked...touched.

"I know. Under the circumstances, how could you know what was going to happen? You couldn't. And that was probably planned. If my guess is right, the lights-"

The hall lights came up leading away from the door.

"If my guess is right, your next stop will be a production pod. They will want to collect you."

"What? You mean now!?" I stammered.

She put her hand beneath mine, in her lovers grasp, and moved to guide me back around the corner and down the hall.

"Yes. Now. The excitement. Your...fear. They will want to taste your fear."

I stopped. Gazed down the hall. My arm and hand that she was holding limp. It was just insane. They deliberately frightened me-SCARRED THE DAYLIGHTS OUT OF ME, so they could change the flavor of my semen? My piss or poo? They were lucky they weren't collecting the poo from the floor beside the door. Outraged as I was, angry as I was, I had to concede, so far it was still better than the line. Sort of. At least I had Kera.

I started to move, unbidden. My hand and arm and body came back to life and I began walking again. I pulled Kera with me. She sniffed and I could see tears running down her face. She was happy again. And it was hard not to be happy with her. So beautiful.

We walked through the halls till we reached a function station where she handed me in again. She stood this time, perhaps in honor of my ceremonial sacrifice. I hoped my "products" were terrible after that experience. Maybe they would never put Kera in with those things again.