Note: This story was written with assistance by an AI. I provided prompts and edited the results to make sense, creating something resembling a full story.
The barn doors slammed wide, dust scattering across the floorboards. Peridot strutted in with her tablet tucked under one arm, her glasses flashing in the overhead light, her manic little grin stretched ear to ear.
Behind her walked Vidalia, barefoot, paint still smeared across her hair and skin, naked except for the collar at her throat, glowing faintly green with each steady pulse. She followed without hesitation, her face flushed, eyes dazed but bright. It had been a few hours since Peridot and Amethyst first brought her back to the barn. Peridot had more diagnostics to run on both her and the collar, but now it was time to show the fruit of her labors.
The Gems were waiting. Pearl knelt upright, hands trembling against her thighs, gaze fixed on the new human intruder with a strange mix of envy and dread. Lapis leaned slouched, arms crossed tight, her lips pressed into a thin line, eyes flicking anywhere but Vidalia. Garnet stayed still, inscrutable, though her jaw was tight and the glow of her visor dimmed. Amethyst sprawled lazily in the dirt, a wicked grin on her face that widened the second she saw her old friend.
“Ladies,” Peridot announced, hopping up onto her crate like a general before her army, “allow me to present: my first successful human acquisition. Subject designation—Vidalia.” She raised her tablet, stylus already flicking across the screen. “Her collar functions flawlessly. Observe.”
She pressed a finger against the device clipped at her waist. The synthetic phallus shimmered into being, humming faintly with green light as it attached snug to her hips. The other three Gems stiffened; Amethyst barked a laugh.
Vidalia flushed crimson but dropped instantly to her knees at Peridot’s feet, her hands splaying against the floorboards. Her voice cracked, but the words spilled out, trained and undeniable. “I belong to Peridot.”
Amethyst whistled low, her grin splitting wide. “Damn, Peri… you really did it. That’s my girl.”
Pearl whimpered softly, clutching at her collar, her body trembling. “She’s—she’s just giving herself over—like it’s nothing…”
Lapis hissed through her teeth, wings twitching, but she said nothing, her eyes flicking to Peridot’s smirk and then away again.
Garnet’s lips pressed thin, visor glinting as she shifted her weight but remained silent, stone-faced.
Peridot giggled shrill and delighted, then pointed her stylus at Vidalia like a conductor’s baton. “More, subject. Tell them exactly what you are.”
Vidalia’s breath shuddered as her cheeks burned, but the collar glowed steady, and she obeyed. “I’m Peridot’s toy. Her property. Her canvas.” She whimpered, eyes glassy as she pressed her forehead to the ground. “She can use me however she wants.”
Peridot cackled, triumphant, and without another word she shoved Vidalia forward onto her hands and knees. Her tiny green hips ground forward, synthetic shaft gleaming as it pushed inside with one sharp thrust. Vidalia cried out, the collar flaring bright, her nails scraping against the dirt floor.
“Perfect,” Peridot hissed, glasses slipping down her nose, tablet clattering forgotten as she clutched at Vidalia’s hips. “Demonstration underway!”
Amethyst leaned back, moaning low, her hand slipping shamelessly between her thighs. “Shit, this is *hot.*”
Pearl gasped, torn between horror and arousal, her breath stuttering. Lapis hugged her knees tight, her face half-hidden but her cheeks visibly flushed. Garnet’s fists clenched once, her jaw locked, but her visor betrayed the faintest flicker of red light pulsing behind it.
Peridot slammed forward again, laughing breathlessly as Vidalia moaned, loud and broken, the words spilling from her lips in humiliating confessions.
“I’m nothing but Peridot’s—fuck—her human slut.”
“She owns me—body, soul—everything.”
“I love—god—I love being her experiment.”
Peridot’s voice rose over hers, shrill and triumphant. “YES! Data confirmed! Human subject fully loyal, fully degraded!”
Vidalia’s palms dug into the rough barn floor, knuckles scraped raw as Peridot’s synthetic shaft drove into her with a relentless rhythm. Each thrust sent her forward an inch, her blond hair spilling in messy strands across her flushed face, the collar at her throat flaring brighter with every ragged moan.
“I’m—Peridot’s—slut—” she sobbed, voice breaking into the dirt. “Her *human bitch*—”
Peridot leaned forward over her back, tiny claws raking down her sides, her grin wild and feral. “YES. Louder! Let every one of them hear you admit what you are!”
Vidalia wailed, her thighs trembling as she obeyed, her words tumbling out in humiliating bursts. “I’m nothing—I’m just—Peridot’s hole—”
Amethyst groaned openly from where she sat sprawled against the barn wall, one hand working furiously between her legs, the other gripping her own breast hard. Her grin was savage, her voice husky. “Fuck, Vee… hearing you say that—god damn, it’s hot.”
Pearl clutched herself tighter, tears shimmering at the corners of her eyes as her breath came in sharp, panicked gasps. She whispered hoarsely, “She… she’s completely gone… and it’s *beautiful*.”
Lapis bit her lip, her eyes flicking between Vidalia’s shaking body and Peridot’s manic little smirk, shame painting her cheeks even as her wings twitched restlessly.
Garnet remained silent, arms crossed, visor dim. But her lips pressed together tightly, and the faintest flicker of heat radiated from her clenched fists.
Peridot straightened slightly, one hand clutching her tablet even as her hips kept thrusting, stylus scrawling jagged notes across the glowing screen. “Observation: subject embraces degradation when forced to vocalize. Arousal heightened. Loyalty secured.”
Her free hand snapped down, slapping Vidalia’s ass with a sharp crack. Vidalia cried out, the collar flaring again as if it fed off her humiliation.
“Tell them,” Peridot hissed, leaning close to her ear, glasses sliding low. “Tell them you’d rather be my property than their equal.”
Vidalia’s whole body convulsed under the words, her breath catching. For a moment she hesitated—then the collar pulsed bright, and the words ripped free from her throat in a sobbing wail.
“Yes! I’d rather—oh god—I’d rather be Peridot’s property than—than *anything else!*”
Peridot cackled, shrill and gleeful, her thrusts sharp and merciless now, the barn echoing with Vidalia’s cries. “Perfect! PERFECT! The first human is *mine!*”
Amethyst climaxed then, her back arching, her laugh breaking into a ragged scream as she came watching her old friend fall so completely.
Pearl’s whimpers turned to frantic sobs, her collar glowing as if feeding on her arousal. Lapis hid her face in her arms, trembling. Garnet turned her head away, visor glinting, but the tightness of her jaw betrayed the strain.
And at the center of it all, Peridot rode Vidalia’s body like a triumph, manic laughter spilling into the rafters as her newest conquest screamed her submission for all to hear.
Peridot’s hips pistoned, the glowing shaft driving hard and deep until Vidalia’s body was jerking helplessly with every stroke. Her palms squeaked against the boards, paint-stained fingers curling into claws. The collar’s light flared brighter and brighter with each ragged moan, like a signal flare of surrender.
“Say it,” Peridot hissed, her tiny claws raking down Vidalia’s ribs as she leaned in, mouth to her ear. “Say it as you cum.”
Vidalia’s sobs broke into frantic, breathless words. “I’m—Peridot’s—toy—” her voice cracked, tears streaking her cheeks. “I’m nothing—just hers—”
Peridot snarled in delight, thrusting once, twice, again. “Now!”
Vidalia’s back arched, her mouth open in a silent scream before it broke into a wail, climax hitting so hard her thighs quaked, muscles locking as the collar pulsed like a heartbeat. Every shudder made it glow brighter until it steadied to a low, steady green hum. She collapsed against the floor, gasping, forehead pressed to the wood.
Peridot straightened, breathing hard, glasses crooked, her grin stretched from ear to ear. “Human trial… successful.” She patted the collar almost affectionately, like a craftsman admiring her work. “Bond established. Loyalty sealed.”
Amethyst groaned low from the corner, still sprawled out where she’d cum, a lazy smile cutting across her face. “God damn, Peri… that was a *show.*”
Pearl was trembling, hands clasped so tightly her knuckles were white, eyes wet. Lapis had her face buried in her knees, wings shivering. Garnet stood unmoving, visor dim, lips pressed into a line.
Vidalia lay there panting, hair a halo of blond against the boards. When she finally lifted her head, her voice was shaky but clear. “Peridot…”
Peridot crouched in front of her, tablet under one arm, stylus poised. “Yes, subject?”
Vidalia licked her lips, glancing around at the Gems, then back at Peridot. “I’ll… I’ll do what you want. I’ll be your toy. I wanted Amethyst for so long, and now I have her, but…” She swallowed hard. “I have a life. I have two boys at home. I can’t disappear. I won’t abandon them.”
Peridot’s eyes gleamed behind her crooked glasses. She tapped the collar with one claw, the circuitry flickering before vanishing entirely. “Cloaking protocol engaged.”
Vidalia gasped softly, touching her throat. Her fingers met nothing but skin. Yet she felt it — the phantom weight, the faint buzz deep under her flesh.
“You’ll always feel it,” Peridot said, voice soft and deadly sweet. “Always know who you belong to. But no one else will see it. You can go back to your normal life. When the collar buzzes…” She smirked. “That means I want you. You’ll come straight to the barn. Immediately.”
Vidalia shivered, her hand still at her invisible collar, her voice low. “You trust me to do that?”
Peridot’s manic grin widened as she tapped her stylus against her tablet. “I don’t *need* to trust you. You’re already mine. The collar ensures compliance. But…” she tilted her head, green hair falling across her glasses, “…yes. I’ll let you go.”
Vidalia let out a shaky laugh, somewhere between relief and surrender. “God… you’re terrifying.”
Peridot giggled shrill and delighted, hopping back onto her crate. “I’m efficient. And now my first human subject returns to her habitat. This experiment will yield *excellent* long-term data.”
She raised her stylus high, manic with triumph, while Vidalia knelt below, touching the place where the invisible collar hummed, knowing she’d never really be free again.
—–
Peridot’s little green feet pattered across the linoleum of the Big Donut, the familiar hum of refrigeration units masking the low, steady pulse of her collar prototype at her hip. This time she wasn’t carrying just her tablet. The sleek human-collar clasped neatly at her waist, disguised as a band of polished metal, and the folded phallus attachment lay clipped in a compartment, humming faintly with anticipation.
She’d spent the night cataloguing every one of Vidalia’s reactions, tweaking the circuitry until it could cloak itself at will and sync faster with a human’s nervous system. Now the test subject she really wanted waited just a few feet away, oblivious.
Sadie stood behind the counter, phone in one hand, a tray of donuts in the other. She looked rumpled, tired, a little bored; the morning rush hadn’t started yet. But when she looked up and saw Peridot standing there, glasses flashing, tablet hugged to her chest, something in her eyes flickered — a memory of the last time, the way she’d been left on her knees, trembling and wanting.
Peridot’s grin sharpened. “Subject Sadie Miller,” she said brightly, voice cutting through the hum of the shop. “Reacquisition attempt commencing.”
Sadie laughed nervously, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “You always talk like that, huh?” She bit her lip, glancing around the empty shop. “You just… show up like nothing happened.”
Peridot hopped up onto the counter, tiny legs swinging, tablet set aside. “Nothing has happened yet. That was a preliminary test. Now I have an upgraded device.” She tapped the band at her waist, the circuits glinting faintly under the fluorescent lights. “And I am ready to proceed.”
Sadie’s eyebrows rose. “Proceed with what?” she asked, but her voice had a tremor, the corner of her mouth curling like she already knew.
Peridot leaned forward until she was almost nose-to-nose with her. “With ownership,” she purred. “With making you mine properly this time.”
Sadie’s breath hitched. She glanced at the door, at the “Open” sign, then back at Peridot. The alien scientist still looked small and ridiculous perched on her countertop, but her eyes glittered with that same manic certainty. She remembered that taste, that strange electric sweetness, the way Peridot’s tiny hands had mapped her body like a machine taking inventory.
“…You came back,” Sadie whispered.
Peridot smirked. “Of course I did. You’re an unresolved experiment.”
The words landed like a spark. Sadie’s cheeks flushed, her heart hammering. She set the tray down and leaned closer, her voice low. “And if I let you do this… what happens?”
Peridot tilted her head, glasses sliding down her nose. “Then you’ll wear something no one else can see, and every time it hums, you’ll remember exactly who you belong to. You’ll still sling donuts, talk to your friends, live your human life — but when I call, you’ll come to the barn.”
Sadie swallowed, staring at her. “…And if I don’t?”
Peridot’s grin widened. “Then you’ll keep wondering what it feels like to be touched everywhere you’re afraid to be touched again. And I’ll move on to another human.” She shrugged, tiny and unbothered. “But you don’t really want that.”
Sadie’s knuckles whitened on the counter edge. “God, you’re impossible,” she muttered, but she didn’t move away.
Peridot’s nails tapped the counter, the faintest flicker of green light humming at her hip. “Decision time, Sadie Miller. Shall we begin?”
Peridot stayed perched on the counter, swinging her little legs and watching Sadie with that sharp, unblinking stare. She didn’t reach for the collar yet; she didn’t even reach for the phallus attachment. Instead she tilted her head, glasses slipping lower, and let her voice drop into that curious, clinical purr that had undone Sadie the first time.
“You’re flushed already,” she murmured. “Your pulse is elevated. You remember how I taste.”
Sadie laughed softly, nervously, but she didn’t step back. “You’re such a freak,” she whispered, eyes flicking to the empty shop windows, then back to Peridot. “And yeah. I do remember.”
Peridot hopped down, closing the distance until she stood right at Sadie’s hip, tilting her chin up with one finger. “Good. We’ll repeat the test, but more… thorough.” Her tiny hand slid down to rest on Sadie’s stomach, tracing circles through the uniform fabric. “I want you desperate. Right at the edge. That’s when the collar bonds best.”
Sadie’s breath caught, a tiny tremor running through her. “You… you sound like a villain in a sci-fi movie when you say it like that.”
Peridot smirked, thumb brushing over her lower lip. “And yet you’re still here.”
Sadie let out a shaky laugh. “…Yeah.”
Peridot grinned wider. “Lock the door.”
Sadie blinked. “What?”
“Lock the door,” Peridot repeated, softer now. “Close the sign. No one else needs to see this test.”
Sadie hesitated, but the look in Peridot’s eyes — hungry, bright, certain — made her fingers move. She flipped the sign to “Closed,” twisted the deadbolt, and when she turned back the little green scientist was already sliding her hands up the sides of her uniform shirt.
Peridot didn’t yank, just toyed with the buttons one by one, popping them slowly, watching Sadie’s breathing quicken. “I’m going to map you again,” she murmured, voice a hiss against her throat. “This time I’ll take my time. Every inch. Until you’re trembling.”
Sadie swallowed hard, the color rising in her cheeks. “And then?”
Peridot’s grin sharpened. “And then you’ll wear my invention while you break for me.”
She cupped Sadie’s waist through the fabric, thumbs pressing into the softness she’d catalogued before, and leaned up to kiss her neck — a slow, deliberate drag of tongue that made Sadie gasp. “Show me where you’re most afraid of being touched,” Peridot whispered. “I want to start there.”
Sadie’s lips parted, her body betraying her even as her mind flickered with doubt. “God, Peri… you’re gonna get me fired.”
Peridot giggled into her skin, sharp and delighted. “No. I’m going to get you ready.”
She pressed Sadie back against the counter, hands sliding lower, taking her time — circling her waist, teasing under the hem of the shirt, fingertips dragging across her hips in slow, maddening spirals. “We’ll build it slow,” she purred. “By the time I bring the collar out, you’ll beg me to put it on.”
Sadie shivered under her touch, already breathing faster, the tremor in her thighs betraying how close the memory of their last encounter was. “You’re… really gonna make me lose my mind, aren’t you?”
Peridot’s grin widened, her little voice a purr against her ear. “That’s the experiment.”
Peridot’s hands trailed down Sadie’s sides in slow, deliberate spirals, tracing the hem of her polo where it clung to the curve of her belly. She didn’t yank or tear, just toyed with the fabric, eyes flicking up to watch Sadie’s face the way a scientist watches a meter climb.
“You tense here first,” she murmured, pushing the shirt up an inch with the tip of her finger. “This is where you hide.”
Sadie’s breath caught. She laughed nervously but it came out shaky. “You notice everything, don’t you?”
“I’m built to notice everything.” Peridot pressed her palm flat to Sadie’s stomach through the fabric, applying slow, firm pressure. “You hate this part of you. I like it.” She squeezed gently, then slid her fingers just under the hem to touch bare skin. “It’s warm. It reacts beautifully.”
Sadie whimpered softly, her thighs pressing together. “God… you talk like you’re describing a machine part.”
Peridot grinned, pushing the shirt up further until it bunched under Sadie’s bra. “And yet your body’s begging me to keep going.” Her tongue flicked out, sharp and quick, tasting the skin just above the waistband of her pants. “Every time you twitch, you give me another data point.”
She drew the polo over Sadie’s head slowly, baring her bra and the soft spill of her belly, then tossed it aside. Her claws returned to map circles over the exposed skin, thumbs kneading lightly into the flesh. “Better,” she whispered. “Now I can see you.”
Sadie’s face burned; she bit her lip hard, but she didn’t try to stop her. Her hands rested limply on the counter, eyes half-closed. “You’re… relentless,” she muttered.
“Efficient.” Peridot ducked lower, nipping at her belly with small, teasing bites, then licking the marks she left behind. “I want you trembling before I put the collar on.” She smirked up at her from beneath her fringe of blonde hair. “You’ll be bare for me again. All of you.”
She slid her hands to Sadie’s waistband and popped the button, slow and deliberate, dragging the zipper down with a long, rasping sound. She peeled the pants and underwear together, inch by inch, as if unwrapping a secret she already owned. When the fabric pooled at Sadie’s ankles, she pushed it aside with her foot.
Sadie stood there in nothing but her bra, blushing furiously, breath shuddering. Peridot’s hands roamed up from her hips to the clasp, flicking it open with an expert little snap. The bra joined the pile on the floor.
“Perfect,” Peridot murmured, stepping back to admire her like a new specimen under glass. “Completely exposed. Just like last time. And you’re still standing.” She reached out, cupping Sadie’s soft belly again, thumb brushing over her navel. “I want you to know every inch is mine before the collar touches you.”
Sadie swallowed hard, her voice a whisper. “You’re really gonna… strip me down every time, huh?”
Peridot’s grin sharpened. “No. Only until you stop hiding.” She tilted her head, eyes glittering behind her crooked glasses. “Then the collar will do it for me.”
She crouched low, her tiny green body sliding between Sadie’s knees, her palms spreading against the softness of her thighs. “Ready for the next step?” she asked, voice low and dangerous.
Sadie shuddered, her breath catching. “…Yeah.”
Peridot crouched lower until her face was level with Sadie’s pussy. Her hands slid up the insides of her thighs, slow and deliberate, leaving faint trails of pressure on soft skin. She didn’t touch her core yet—just circled closer, her hair brushing Sadie’s belly as she teased.
“You’re already shaking,” she murmured, voice a purr against the warmth of Sadie’s skin. “Good. That’s exactly where I want you.”
Sadie leaned back against the counter for support, palms splayed flat on the laminate, eyes fluttering shut. “You’re… you’re like a machine,” she breathed, her voice trembling. “Just… taking me apart. Dismantling me.”
Peridot giggled softly, sharp and delighted. “And you like it. Every twitch tells me so.” Her thumbs pressed gently to either side of Sadie’s hips, kneading, coaxing her open inch by inch.
Then she lowered her head and dragged her tongue in a slow, deliberate stripe from the crease of Sadie’s thigh to just shy of her clit. The taste of her filled Peridot’s mouth again — salt, sweat, and something sweetly human. She moaned low at the flavor, then flicked her tongue back down in a teasing loop.
Sadie gasped, her knees threatening to buckle. “Oh… god…”
Peridot kept it slow, circling her tongue around but not quite over Sadie’s clit, drawing soft sounds from her without letting her tip too far. Her little hands cupped the softness of Sadie’s hips, holding her steady as she alternated between long licks and tiny flicks of her tongue.
“This time,” she murmured between strokes, “I’m not just tasting you. I’m preparing you. The attachment is ready. When you’re trembling and begging, I’ll put it inside you.”
Sadie’s breath hitched, her fingers gripping the counter until her knuckles whitened. “You’re gonna kill me,” she whispered, but her voice cracked on a moan.
Peridot smiled against her skin, finally brushing the tip of her tongue over Sadie’s clit in a slow, firm stroke. Sadie cried out, hips jerking forward. Peridot laughed breathlessly into her, licking again, this time circling the bud in tight, patient swirls.
She didn’t rush. She built Sadie up like a coil, slow and steady, mouth working in small patterns, tongue pressing and flicking in just the right places to make her tremble. Every so often she’d lift her head, eyes glittering, to murmur a line:
“You’re getting wetter.”
“Your pulse is climbing.”
“You’re almost where I want you.”
Sadie whimpered, head tipping back, the sound caught between a sob and a moan. Her thighs shook, pressing against Peridot’s cheeks as if she could push her deeper.
Peridot giggled again, the sound muffled into Sadie’s pussy. “Not yet. I want you so desperate that when I put the collar on, you’ll beg for me to finish you with my phallus.”
She licked slowly again, drawing a broken moan from Sadie’s lips, her fingers sliding up to pinch lightly at the softness of her hips while her tongue kept circling, teasing, drawing her closer to the edge without letting her tumble over.
Peridot licked once more, slow and deliberate, then pulled back, her lips glistening. She looked up at Sadie with her sharp little grin, glasses sliding low on her nose.
“You’re ready,” she said simply, voice gleaming with manic certainty.
Sadie’s chest heaved, her face flushed and damp with sweat. “Ready… for what?” she panted, but her shaky laugh betrayed how badly she already knew.
Peridot stood, brushing her hands together like a craftsman preparing to unveil her latest tool. She tapped at the device clipped to her waist, and with a faint hum the synthetic phallus snapped into place, glowing faintly green as it solidified.
Sadie’s eyes widened, her whole body freezing. “Oh my god—”
Peridot tilted her head, her grin widening. “Oh yes. I didn’t have this last time. But now, we’ll go deeper.”
She pressed Sadie back against the counter, her small hands surprisingly strong as they guided her hips forward. With one sharp thrust, the phallus slid inside, filling Sadie with a sudden stretch that made her cry out, her voice breaking into a half-sob, half-moan.
Peridot gasped too, a high, delighted sound, her little body trembling with the feedback from her invention. “Yesss… data response link engaged.”
She began to move, short sharp thrusts that grew smoother with each pass, her glasses slipping further down her nose as her hair swung wildly with each motion. The hum of the phallus matched Sadie’s breath, low and insistent.
Sadie clutched the edge of the counter, her legs spread wide, her voice breaking. “Oh god—Peri—oh my god—it’s—” Her head snapped back, a raw cry tearing from her throat.
Peridot’s manic giggle filled the shop. “Perfect! Perfect penetration depth! Subject is—hahh—thrumming like a live wire!”
She thrust harder, watching Sadie’s body jolt, every movement drawing louder and more desperate cries. “Tell me!” she demanded, her voice cracking with wild joy. “Tell me what I’m doing to you!”
Sadie sobbed the words out, her voice high and cracked. “You’re—fucking me—you’re breaking me—it’s the best I’ve ever—”
“YES!” Peridot shrieked, the phallus humming louder as she picked up speed. “That’s the data! That’s what I wanted to hear!”
Sadie’s thighs quaked, her nails gouging little crescents into the countertop. She was seconds away, her whole body tensed, straining toward release.
And that’s when Peridot snapped the collar around her throat.
The device clicked, circuitry flaring bright. Sadie gasped, her eyes flying wide as the pulse synced to her own heartbeat, flooding her body with heat.
“Now,” Peridot hissed, driving into her one last time, her claws digging into Sadie’s hips. “Now you belong to me.”
Sadie screamed, her climax crashing over her like a storm, her body convulsing around the phallus as her cry echoed through the empty donut shop. The collar pulsed with her orgasm, glowing bright for a moment, its hum steady against her throat.
Peridot slowed, her grin stretched wide, chest heaving as she held her hips still. “Experiment complete,” she whispered. “Subject Sadie Miller—captured.”
Sadie sagged against the counter, trembling, tears in her eyes, laughing breathlessly through the aftershocks. Her hand rose weakly to her throat, feeling the collar.
“…Peri,” she whispered, voice hoarse. “You’re crazy.”
Peridot smirked, her stylus already scratching notes into her tablet with one hand, the other still gripping Sadie’s hip. “Correction. I’m brilliant. And now, you’re mine.”
Peridot eased the phallus out of her with a slow, deliberate withdrawal, the green glow streaked with Sadie’s slick. She watched the human sag against the counter, trembling and flushed, before snapping her fingers once—sharp, commanding.
“Down,” she said, voice clipped like a command-line input. “On your knees.”
Sadie blinked, still dazed from her climax. Her legs wobbled but she obeyed, sliding down until she knelt on the linoleum between Peridot’s boots, hair falling in her face. She looked up, eyes glassy, lips parted.
Peridot tilted her head, glasses crooked, her grin manic and bright. “Clean it,” she purred. “Show me you understand what the collar means. Every inch.”
Sadie stared at the phallus, still humming faintly at Peridot’s hips. Her cheeks flushed deeper, but she didn’t move back. She reached up with a shaky hand, steadied the shaft, then leaned in.
The first swipe of her tongue was tentative, a nervous flick along the base. Peridot hissed softly, her little claws flexing at her sides.
“Good,” she murmured. “Again. All the way.”
Sadie dragged her tongue up the length this time, slow and deliberate, tasting herself on it. By the time she reached the tip, her eyes were half-closed, a little moan slipping from her throat despite herself.
Peridot cackled softly, one hand sliding into Sadie’s hair to guide her head. “That’s it… efficient, thorough. Don’t miss a spot.”
Sadie opened her mouth wider, taking the tip between her lips, sucking softly as her tongue swirled around it. The collar’s hidden pulse buzzed faintly at her throat, and she shuddered, the humiliation twisting together with a strange, warm thrill.
Peridot’s grin stretched wider. “Observation: immediate compliance. Subject licks her own taste without resistance.” She tightened her grip in Sadie’s hair, tilting her head just so. “Tell me what you’re doing.”
Sadie broke off the suction long enough to whisper, voice hoarse: “Cleaning your cock… tasting myself off it…”
Peridot’s giggle came high and sharp, her glasses sliding lower. “Perfect.”
She let Sadie continue until the glow of the phallus dulled, the synthetic skin slick and shining from her tongue. Then she gently pulled her back by the hair, tilting her face up to hers.
“You’ve passed your first obedience test,” Peridot said softly, eyes gleaming. “Now you understand the collar. When I call, you’ll come. When I order, you’ll obey. But you’ll still have your life. You’ll still serve donuts, smile at customers. No one will ever know—except you.”
Sadie swallowed hard, still kneeling, her face flushed and damp. “Yeah…” she whispered. “I get it.”
Peridot crouched in front of her new subject, still holding the stylus like a wand. Sadie was still kneeling, bare and flushed, hair sticking to her cheeks. The little green Gem tilted her head, eyes glittering with triumph, and reached out a hand.
“Up,” she murmured.
Sadie blinked and obeyed automatically, standing on shaky legs. Peridot hopped lightly onto the counter and patted the space beside her. “Here. Sit.”
Sadie climbed up, still naked, and perched on the counter beside her like she’d stepped into some strange dream. Peridot’s small frame slid easily into her lap, straddling her hips, and for a moment the manic edge of the scene softened. Peridot traced a claw lazily over Sadie’s collarbone, then trailed it lower, circling her navel like she was sketching a map.
“This is aftercare,” Peridot explained, almost clinically. “Stabilization after high-intensity trial.” She tilted her head, green hair falling across her glasses. “Also… it’s pleasant.”
Sadie laughed softly, a nervous sound. “You even talk about cuddling like it’s an experiment.”
Peridot smirked. “Everything is an experiment.” Then she shifted, sliding down until she was sitting cross-legged at Sadie’s feet. She picked up one of Sadie’s bare feet in her little hands, turning it this way and that, thumbs pressing into the arch with surprising gentleness.
“Specimen has strong arches,” she murmured, leaning down to press a quick kiss to the ball of Sadie’s foot. “High sensitivity here…” She licked the arch, slow and warm, and Sadie shivered.
“You’re ridiculous,” Sadie whispered, but her toes curled as Peridot’s tongue flicked at them, nibbling lightly before sucking one into her mouth.
Peridot released it with a small pop and looked up at her. “I have plans,” she said simply. “The collar is just the beginning. Vidalia was my first human trial. You’re the second. Eventually I’ll collect a range of human subjects. Different types. Different responses.”
Sadie’s brow furrowed, her foot still in Peridot’s lap. “Collect… like Pokémon?”
Peridot grinned. “Like data. Like a harem. An interspecies experiment.” She licked between Sadie’s toes again, then added offhandedly, “You’ll help me with that.”
Sadie’s stomach fluttered. She stared at her little green captor, heart hammering, then blurted, “My mom.”
Peridot tilted her head. “Your maternal unit?”
“Barb,” Sadie said, biting her lip. “She’s the mail carrier here. She… she’s tough. And lonely. And…” She hesitated, then laughed nervously. “She’s gonna kill me if she finds out I said this, but I think she’d be… vulnerable to someone like you.”
Peridot’s glasses gleamed as her grin widened. “Barb. A prime candidate. Mature specimen. Physical stamina from postal route.” She scribbled furiously on her tablet, still cradling Sadie’s foot in her lap, thumb tracing lazy circles on her heel. “I’ll add her to the list.”
Sadie flushed, torn between embarrassment and an odd thrill. “God, what am I doing?”
Peridot looked up at her, licking a stripe up her sole before nibbling at her arch. “You’re helping me build the perfect collection,” she purred. “And you’re going to be rewarded for it.”
Sadie’s toes curled at the wet drag of Peridot’s tongue. “You’re out of your mind,” she whispered.
Peridot’s smirk sharpened as she jotted one last note. “Correction. I’m out of your league.” She kissed the tip of Sadie’s big toe, then set her foot down gently. “Now dress. You’ll go back to your life until the collar buzzes. When it does, you’ll return to the barn. And maybe next time, we’ll see about Barb.”