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Interdimensional milking 13 – Punishment

Recap: Max is a teenager from Earth in the distant future, who attends a boarding school where his seed is automatically harvested every day.

During a recent lecture, Max sees an older boy who is completely dependent upon a kind of wheelchair for mobility. At first the boy appears to be a quadriplegic, then Max discovers that his arms and legs are actually locked into portals so that he cannot free them. Max is determined to discover the boy’s story…

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Interdimensional milking 13 – Punishment

“I’m gonna ask that guy what his story is,” Max said as the lecture drew to a close. “Do you think he’ll mind?”

“Not if you’re cool about it,” Brill replied. “And even if he does mind, what’s he gonna do, run you over?”

Max grinned. He was referring to a guy that he’d noticed at the back of the lecture hall. He was wearing an EV suit just like all the other boys, but he appeared to have no arms or legs, and was suspended by his shoulders and secured at the hips in frame that was mounted onto a wheeled and powered base. There was a pad attached to the front of the device facing towards the boy within easy sight.

Max was a sucker for a mystery and he was determined to find out more about the boy.

The guy was in his late teens or early 20s. Max looked at him surreptitiously, and the kid’s suspension chair turned and started to move towards the door. Max quickly rose to his feet.

“See ya later Brill.”

He gave Brill’s hand a squeeze then rapidly walked to the front of the lecture hall. Other students were already on their feet starting to leave. Max timed his exit so that he reached the doorway just ahead of the guy in the suspension chair, then rather than passing through the doorway, he stood back to allow the boy to roll through.

“After you.”

The boy in the frame was hanging with his eyes at head level. He nodded.

“Thanks.”

Max smiled in acknowledgement then followed the guy through the door.

The vehicle rolled down the corridor, slowed initially by the students ahead, but they gradually thinned as they moved off in different directions towards their varied destinations. Max kept pace with the electrical vehicle waiting for his opportunity.

“Hey man,” he said, walking faster to move alongside the suspension chair.

The guy looked to his side. He frowned.

“Yeah?”

His terse response threw Max.

“That thing can really move,” he said lamely, abandoning his plan for the direct approach.

“Yeah, I guess so,” the guy said, barely hiding his disinterest for small talk.

Max realised he was not going to be able to sustain a conversation for long.

“Look, I don’t wanna be raw, but do you mind if I ask you something?”

“You want to know what happened to my arms and legs. Why I’m in this fucking thing.”

Max blushed.

“Errr, yeah, how d’you know?”

“I saw you looking at me in the lecture hall. It’s what everyone wants to know.”

“Oh, ummm, sorry I guess. I hope I didn’t bother you.”

Max turned to walk off in another direction.

“Nah look, I don’t blame you,” the guy said, drawing Max back with his words. “I’d be trigued as well. I guess I get a bit touchy. It’s not like I’m a cripple or anything, but I just have to ride around in this fucking bug. It drives me crazy. It’s total bees.”

“Bees?”

The guy frowned at him.

“Bees. BS. Bullshit.”

Comprehension dawned on Max’s face. He was constantly surprised by the colloquialisms used by the students at Friedrich Krupp. Same root language, but a different culture, and they had evolved it in a totally different way. Earth vids and holos didn’t really get much play this far out, and Herschell Majoris was large and populous enough to have its own entertainment industry. As a result, youth culture had long since diverged from that on Earth.

“So what…”

Max wanted to ask what happened, but he didn’t want to come across as rude. He chose a more passive expression.

“Why are you…”

“Why am I riding around dangling here like a fucking coat on a hanger? Because I got sick of being milked like a fucking human cow that’s why!”

“I don’t get what you mean.”

Max’s curiosity was on overdrive.

“I tried to leave. You can’t just take off your EV suit. They’ll sleep you and you’ll be laying there dreaming until they pick you up and bring you back. The only way is to get outside the tech field first.”

“Tech field?”

The other boy frowned.

“You’re not from around here are you?”

“Nah, my name’s Max. I’m from Earth.”

“Ah I thought I recognised your accent. I’m Van. I would tap but…”

Max grinned at the joke. Van couldn’t high five without arms.

“Well at least your hands don’t get cold,” he said, without thinking.

He panicked.

“Oh shit, sorry man. I didn’t mean… Oh fuck.”

Van grinned at him.

“Naw you’re okay Max. I’m not vexed. It was pretty funny actually!”

Max breathed a silent sigh of relief.

Van continued his explanation.

“So anyway, you know, the way that they monitor everyone’s brain implants and EV suits? I dunno how it works; microwave I think. Each city at least tech 7 has them. If you can get far enough from the city, then you can get outside the field. Then you can take the EV suit off and live a normal life instead of being milked all the time.”

“Wow. So what’s that’s got to do with…” he nodded towards the boy’s chair as they continued walking.

They entered an elevator.

“Dorms level 6,” Van said.

“You mind if I come with you?” Max asked.

“Nah, you’re good. So this shit…” Van looked left and right at the stumps where his arms belonged.

“Well, I had this plan. I was going to get out of the city, then dump the EV and make a start in New Mammoth. I love snow and they got peaks 4k high. You can alto-glide. It’s amazing. My brother lives there, and I could get a job making holos, or selling vones, or anything. Just so long as I got out of this fucking suit.”

“You don’t like the EV suit?”

“No. Hate the fucking thing. I was up to 7 a day, and it made me feel like I was just a dick and a pair of nuts.”

“You don’t like cumming?”

“Cumming?”

“Oh sorry, squirts. You don’t like it?”

“I fucking LOVE it. It’s totally pacing. That’s why I don’t want a machine doing it for me all the time. I wanna fuck, and I want to squirt when I wanna squirt.”

Max shrugged.

“Yeah, I guess I get that. So what happened?”

“Well I made a mistake. When you start to get near the edge of the tech field, they start to track you. If you’re fast enough, you can get outside before they can stop you. But I made a big mistake; I used a twister.”

“Too slow?” Max offered.

“Nah, it’s not that. When I was getting close to the edge of the field, the twister shut down. I should have figured it. After all, Transit doesn’t want people stealing their rides. So now I’m on foot, and I still had a way to go. It was late and I was tired. I thought if I stuck to the back streets, I could make it, but I was wrong. They zapped me and brought me back.”

“That sucks. Couldn’t you just go to another city legally?”

“Not till I’m 21. I’m only 19. Old enough to work, but to leave school I need my parent’s agreement. My dad’s old-school; all about doing my duty for the expansion, and finishing my education.”

They stopped outside a door. Van’s suspension chair turned and the door opened.

“How do you control that thing?” Max asked, going off on a tangent.

“It picks up my thoughts.”

“Oh. That’s pretty cool. So what happened?”

“Well, I’d already tried to run away twice before. Third time and you’re out.”

“What does that mean? What did they do to you?”

“I got a new EV suit. One I couldn’t run away from.”

Max frowned.

They entered the room that Van shared. His room-mate was not present.

“What do you want to drink; water or Triplex?” he asked Max.

“Triplex would be great thanks. I could use the energy.”

“It’s in the cooler.”

Van nodded towards the refrigerator that was embedded into the wall.

Max passed his hand over the sensor and the door disappeared.

“Shall I get you one?”

“Yeah thanks. That would be great. You mind holding it for me?”

Max twisted the top off the bottle and held it up to Van’s lips, whilst the other boy downed the contents in three long draws.

“That must suck having to get other people to feed you?”

“Yeah. I thought things were bad before, but they’re ten times worse now,” Van answered sombrely.

“So you wouldn’t have risked it if you’d known?”

“Nah, no way. This is worse than prison. At least there they don’t harvest you 14 hours a day.”

“Excuse me! Did you say 14 hours a day? How many times?”

“No, it’s not like that. That’s part of the punishment. They don’t stop and start. From 7 in the morning till 10 at night they’re constantly milking me. I’ve always got a boner.”

Max was stunned. He’d noticed that Van had been green since they’d started talking, but he had assumed that the kid was getting double or tripled.

“I didn’t even know that was possible. Isn’t it dangerous? Does it hurt?”

“No it’s not dangerous, and yes, it kind of hurts. Well, aches more than hurts. You get used to it.”

“So how often do you squirt?”

“No idea. I’m horny ALL the time. I guess 20-30 times a day at least. Probably more. Every 30 minutes or less.”

“Holy shit, that’s harsh. And there’s nothing you can do about it?”

“Nope. My arms and legs are in portals. Can’t get them out, can’t feel anything wherever they are. All I can do is hang here with a boner for 18 hours a day…”

Max looked at Van with sympathy.

“Wow, that’s really harsh. How long for?”

“Three months.”

Max made a mental note never to try leaving the tech zone without authorisation.


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