Alexis Daimon, A Slave in Space — Erotic BDSM Sci-Fi Novella — Chapter 4 (Serialized)

Yes, those were footsteps. Slow, deliberate footsteps. Calm, calculated footsteps. The footsteps of a predator, I thought.

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Alexis Daimon, A Slave in Space — Erotic BDSM Sci-Fi Novella — Chapter 1

Alexis Daimon, A Slave in Space — Erotic BDSM Sci-Fi Novella — Chapter 2

Alexis Daimon, A Slave in Space — Erotic BDSM Sci-Fi Novella — Chapter 3

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“I’m so pleased to meet you,” said a deep, rich voice. He sounded American, I thought, but there was just the smallest hint of something foreign perhaps, as if he’d lived some time in another country.

I didn’t reply. But then again, I was gagged, so it was a bit of a moot point. Though, I didn't think I would have said anything, anyway, even had I been able. I wasn’t going to give this pervert any satisfaction. I wasn’t going to play his games.

I heard his footsteps as he circled the table. I could hear that he now stood somewhere behind me, which meant he would be looking straight at my most exposed and vulnerable places. My legs were forcibly spread wide, and there was no hope of getting out of the restraints. I resisted the urge to squirm, as that would probably give him satisfaction also. Instead, I took a deep breath and tried to think of something else.

“Tonight, our goal is to learn your name,” he said, smoothly. I thought he sounded like he was smiling. “Slave files don’t come with any personal information,” he continued, “but I could of course find out if I wanted to.”

There was something sinister about the way he had said that, though on the surface his tone sounded casual.

“And you should know that I will verify that what you've told me is the truth after this evening.” He began walking up my other side toward my head. He hadn’t touched me yet, but I was bracing myself. I could feel myself beginning to tremble, and I tried to forced myself to relax.

“But it’s just so much better to hear it from you.” His face was now just inches from mine. “Will you tell me your name?” He whispered.

I didn’t move. My heart and mind both raced as I thought of what I should do. Should I tell him? Wasn’t he betting that I wouldn’t tell him? Did he want me to refuse so he could try and force me to? What was he trying to play, here?

“If you tell me now, I won’t touch you, and I will leave you alone for the rest of the night.”

I could feel his breath on my neck.

I nodded.

What was I doing? Could I trust him? Was I falling into a trap?

“Very well,” he said.

I couldn’t tell whether he sounded disappointed or amused. He began removing the device from my mouth, and I gagged involuntarily as it slid across the back of my tongue. Unfortunately he didn't fully remove the hood from my head, so I was unable to get a glimpse of him.

“Alexis,” I croaked, and I was surprised at the sound of my own voice as I choked on the saliva that had accumulated in my throat as a result of the deep gag.

“Alexis,” the man said. “That is lovely.”

He sounded like he was being genuine, and I felt a brief glimmer of hope. Perhaps he wasn’t a psychopath murderer.

“And Alexis,” he said. “What is your last name.”

“Daimon.”

“Alexis Daimon. Like a precious gem. Very pretty.”

He was circling again around to my back side, and I felt myself tense again.

“Mmm, yes,” he said. “Very, very pretty.”

Fuck, I thought. I should not have told him.

I cringed, waiting to feel his hand on my ass—or worse—but it didn’t come. Instead, I heard his footsteps as he left the room without another word.

He will be back, I thought. I didn’t want to relax just yet. But maybe, just maybe, he would keep his word, and I wouldn’t have to endure any pain tonight.

I lay there for what felt like an eternity, and with every passing moment I felt the tension in my body continuing to build. I squirmed in frustration as I felt myself getting more aroused. This is not the time, Alexis, I thought. But the longer I lay there, the more difficult it was becoming to distract myself.

Just when I felt like I couldn’t handle anymore, I heard more footsteps approaching.

The footsteps drew nearer, and a pinpoint of light appeared in the darkness of my obscured vision. The light became bigger until I realized I was not blindfolded after all, and I was staring up at a single light, hanging from the ceiling. I blinked at its sudden harshness, and spots of white burned temporarily onto my vision.

I was lying in a hospital bed, the muted beeps of the machines slowly coming to my attention.

The footsteps stopped, and I blinked again, trying to see who was there. My vision, which hadn’t quite recovered yet from the shock of the overhead light, now failed me completely as I gazed into the grey twilight of a hospital room at night. The silhouette of a man stepped into view, blocking out the overhead light, but his face was partially obscured in shadow.

“Alexis Daimon? I’m Dr. Masterson.”

“Where am I?” I managed to say, albeit painfully, through parched lips and a dry throat. This was getting downright annoying. What was going on? Had I been sleeping this whole time? I could tell I was still quite aroused, and I squirmed uncomfortably under the sheets of the hospital bed as I tried to ignore whatever I'd just woken up from. I tried to sit up slightly, but I was stopped abruptly by a nasty pain at the back of my skull.

“I wouldn’t advise that, Alexis,” Dr. Masterson said gently. He laid a hand on my shoulder, lightly guiding me back onto the pillow. “You’re at Warrington Hospital. You’ve had quite a bad fall, and it’s going to take some time for you to recover. Do you have anyone you’d like to contact or anyone we need to get in touch with for you?”

I started to shake my head, but then thought better of it.

“No,” I said, instead.

I could see Dr. Masterson’s face now as my eyes had begun to adjust. He was young, and quite handsome, too. Right now, I could see a brief flash of something in his dark eyes. Pity? Or perhaps curiosity?

It felt a bit strange now saying it out loud, but there wasn’t a single person I would have called. Neither of my parents were still living, and I’d grown up an only child without much contact with other relatives. I had no close friends, I was single, and I worked freelance gigs, so there wasn’t even an employer to miss me.

I shuddered, suddenly cold.

Without a word, Dr. Masterson produced a heavy blanket from somewhere in the darkness of the room and carefully laid it over me.

“Thank you.”

The doctor pulled up a chair and sat down.

Uh oh, I thought. Time for the bad news?

“Alexis.” He paused briefly, then continued. “There’s a problem with your VR chip.”

“What kind of problem?” I tensed. Something told me this wasn’t good. VR chips didn’t just have problems.

“It’s still unclear at the moment.” The doctor scratched his chin, and he seemed to have a thought. “Have you experienced any unusual…?” He trailed off, but I already knew what he meant.

I swallowed hard. The dreams, visions, or whatever I’d been experiencing since I’d taken that fall on the sidewalk—were those caused by this problem with my chip? It was supposed to be impossible. Everyone had one. They were incredibly safe, and in the last few years, the chips had become so prevalent now that it was unusual to meet someone without one. In the beginning, they were just used for virtual reality gaming experiences, but now they were integrated with just about everything from virtual offices to shopping and going on dates, and many people even used their chips for casual internet browsing.

“I’ve had some strangely realistic dreams, yes,” I answered quickly, grateful for the darkness of the room, which hopefully concealed the deep blush I felt blooming on my cheeks. Surely he wasn’t aware of the content of my dreams.

“I’m sure it’s nothing serious,” he said reassuringly. “We just need to run some more tests. We’re calling in a specialist just to be safe, though.”

He shifted in his chair and made to stand up, then hesitated.

“You should get some rest. I’m going to give you a little something for the pain, which should help you relax.”

Before I could protest, he had walked around to the other side of the bed and typed something into one of the beeping machines. Seconds later I felt a little drowsy.

“There,” he said. “Now you don’t worry about a thing, Alexis. Just get some rest.”

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I was lying in a large, comfortable, canopy bed, surrounded by soft quilts. The room was dimly lit, and I peered out from under the blankets to get a better view of my surroundings.

It was a large room, and the decor matched the rest of the palace in both style and grandeur.

The palace.

I sat bolt upright, my hand automatically reaching for the back of my head. There was no pain. In fact, I felt quite good, and I was well-rested. Hadn't I just been in a hospital bed?

"This must be another dream," I said out loud. "I need to wake up." I pinched my arm hard. "Ow, fuck!"

A door opened at the other end of the room, and I instinctively pulled the covers up over my naked body.

It was the pretty blonde guard again. This was getting ridiculous. I must have whacked my head pretty hard against that pavement.

“There’s a phone next to your bed,” she said without preamble, pointing. I followed the direction of her finger to a white corded phone that plugged into the wall. A phone that plugged into the wall? I had only seen stuff like that in classic movies, but never in real life. Except this isn't real life, I reminded myself.

“Press any number and you’ll be connected with one of us. You can ask for anything you please and we will bring it to you.”

“Anything?” I asked, assuming there was some sort of catch.

“Anything within reason,” she replied, patiently. “You can ask for any kind of food and the chef will prepare it. You can also request clothing, makeup, books, music, games, movies and television, or anything else of that sort.”

She turned to leave again.

“Wait,” I said, confused. “So…I just stay in here and entertain myself?”

“Yes,” she replied. “We really can provide you almost anything you could ask for. You shouldn’t have trouble finding a way to occupy your time.”

I stared at her, blankly.

“Oh, yes,” she added as an afterthought. “You also have free reign of this entire half of the palace, where you will find a personal cinema, an exercise room, a library, and other rooms for your enjoyment.”

I let out a sigh. At least I wouldn’t be confined to only one room. Should I continue trying to escape or was this nothing more than a dream? Maybe I just needed to wait this out while I recovered. Then, I remembered where I was—or at least where I seemed to be—and what I had experienced prior to waking up in the hospital. I shuddered involuntarily.

Dr. Masterson had said that there was a problem with my VR chip. Maybe I had damaged it when I'd hit my head. Was I stuck in some kind of VR simulation? But of whose creation?

I didn't especially like the thought of waiting around here in this simulation, dream, or whatever it was, with the threat of a slave master who potentially wanted to fuck me, harm me, or do any number of unknowable things to me. But then again, I still needed more information before I could be certain of what I needed to do.

“Is there anything you require now?” the pretty guard asked.

I looked down at my naked body and heard a loud growl come from my stomach.

I shrugged, then looked up at her. “I guess I’ll start with some food and some clothes.”

To be continued...

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