CHAPTER#77

"I'm not following."

"When I came in here, I leaned against one of the columns, and the vines grabbed me. I tried to fight back and got caught. They weren't trying to harm me, or kill me, and as a result, I didn't see it coming. The longer I sat here, the longer I felt what it meant to be powerless, to be like everybody else. And when you came in, a mere human, and you suddenly had all this power over me, I was suddenly so turned on." Sofia shivered. "The thought of someone like you being able to do whatever you want to someone like me..."

Mike finally got it. "You think humans are beneath you, don't you?"

Sofia nodded.

"And the thought that someone like me," he began, stroking her cheek with his finger. "Could do whatever I wanted to you..." His finger moved down her collar, skirting a vine and settling on the thick flesh of her breast.

"Don't touch me!" She shouted. Mike removed his finger, and Sofia's mouth opened wide. "No, please, don't stop!"

"Which is it?" Mike crossed his arms. "Do you want me to touch you or not?"

"I..." Sofia's lips trembled. He could see a thousand decisions cross her face all at once, and her eye flickered with its own inner light as her futures unfolded before her. "I... I want you to do it, but I want to tell you to stop. But I don't want you to stop."

Wow. Staring at the pretty cyclops hanging before him, he couldn't help but shake his head. Kneeling so that he was eye level again, he grabbed her chin, holding her steady before him. There was somehow anger and anticipation, her cheeks flushed with the rush of emotions running through her body.

"You want me to be rough, don't you?" He asked. He had never done anything remotely like what he was about to do, but he could feel it now, that tiny piece of Naia deep inside his soul, holding his hand and guiding him forward through the unknown. "You want me to be rough, and tell you what a bitch you are for making me come all this way to save your ass. You want me to push you around, to make you feel helpless, to take control of your fate, all so that you can talk back to me and tell me what a piece of shit I am?"

The light inside of Sofia's eye was flickering wildly, and she was panting heavily. Through gritted teeth she answered him, her voice a sinister hiss.

"Yes."

"Well then." Mike knelt down and grabbed some of the severed vines. "I guess maybe we can make a little time to get carried away." Looping the vines through his hand, he now held a small collection of them, each about a foot long. Giving a casual swing through the air, he smiled at the way the air rushed through them. Moving close to her ear, he whispered.

"When you've had enough, the safe word is red."

"Ugh. Even your ideas are boring," Sofia muttered, but Mike gave her face a push, sending her whole body back. She snarled at him when she swung back, but Mike stepped aside, letting her pass. Her backside swung back toward him, and that's when he cracked her across her ass with his makeshift cat o-nine tails. Sofia let out a shriek, followed by a stream of expletives. Mike let her swing again, then smacked her in the same spot.

"Look at how high and mighty you are," he told her, dragging the vines across her back. The vines holding her ignored their touch, but occasionally reached for Mike's hand. "You can see the future, yet you fell into a trap designed for idiots."

"Fuck you," Sofia hissed.

"Maybe. I haven't decided yet." He playfully smacked her butt, then dragged the whip around her thighs to where he could see her breasts. "I suppose I might if you beg for it."

"Filthy fucking human," she said, gasping when he dragged the vines across her breasts. "Can't even fucking function without a bunch of girls to take care of you."

"Ooh, I'm hurt." Mike pinched one end of the whip and stretched it before releasing it. It snapped up against Sofia's breasts, leaving little red lines on her pale skin. Sofia gasped, then moaned. "You can do better than that."

"Dumb luck. That's the only thing going for you." Sofia's eye lit up and she gasped. Mike realized that he had been about to smack her again, but she was now living the experience. Instead, he ignored her, giving her another push. When Sofia realized that her vision didn't come to pass, she muttered at him in another language, one he didn't recognize.

Thirty seconds. She could see roughly thirty seconds into the future. He set the timetable in his mind, wondering just how much he could do in thirty seconds. On her next pass, he hooked his fingers in the back of her pants, sliding them down to her upper thighs where the vines had her tied. She wasn't wearing underwear, her bare cheeks presented before them in all their glory. Red lines stood up on her flesh, and he grabbed her ass with his hand, squeezing it. Sofia moaned, and he lifted the whip to smack her again, aiming for the left cheek.

Sofia let out a shriek, and Mike quickly changed trajectory, hitting her right butt cheek instead. Sofia screamed, her whole body spasming in the ropes. Mike rubbed her ass on both sides, and she went back to moaning.

"Wow," Blue said, alighting on his shoulder. "She is so damp!"

"F-f-fuck you," Sofia sputtered. "Stop touching me!" Mike swatted her ass with his hand, then tried to smack her again. She hollered before he hit her, so he gave her a squeeze instead, confusing the nerves in her body. If his theory was true, she was now feeling both experiences at once. Kneeling down, he made a slit at the top of Sofia's shirt where the tear had formed. Her breasts pushed their way free, and he marveled at how pillowy they were. Grinning sadistically, he swung the whip