Page 36 of Warped

The outside is covered in expensive-looking black leather. I brush my fingers over the textured surface. Then I check the little metal latches on both sides of the handle. There are no locks as you might expect to find on a case of this sort. All I have to do is snap the latches open, and I can see what’s inside.

Should I do it though?

The case belongs to Rek, not me. The fact that it’s lying on the bed doesn’t necessarily mean anything. A minute ago, I was worried about the warpers going through my personal belongings. Now here I am contemplating doing the same thing to them.

Which reminds me, I really should go and check on the datastick. The information it contains is far more important than whatever’s in this stupid briefcase.

Still, my curiosity won’t let me turn away until I’ve seen what’s inside.

Just one tiny little peek, that’s all.

I glance back over my shoulder to make sure I’m still alone. Then I turn my attention back to the briefcase. I quietly pop open both of the latches and carefully raise the lid.

The interior of the case is filled with soft, black foam, with cutouts to cradle the objects contained within. There are three of them in total, all the same color—black—and all the same form—an elongated egg sitting atop a short stem and wide, flat base. The only difference between them is the size. The smallest is only slightly bigger around than my thumb, and they get progressively larger from there.

What the heck are these things?

I remind myself that I’m only supposed to be taking a quick peek, which I’ve done. If these objects have anything to do with me—and I don’t see how they could—then I’m sure Rek will explain it to me later. If not, then it’s none of my business anyway.

The best thing to do would be to shut the case and go check on my datastick, which is the whole reason I came up here in the first place.

But something compels me to inspect the objects more closely.

I pluck the smallest object out of the case and hold it up to the dim light of the bedroom. It’s heavier than I expected, and it seems to be made from very dense silicone. The surface is soft to the touch, but it only has a slight amount of give to it.

Could it be some kind of grip trainer? I squeeze it in my fist, but I can only manage to squish it a tiny amount.

I turn it over to inspect the bottom.

The underside of the base is decorated with a pink gemstone. Weird. Why would someone want to hide the prettiest part on the bottom, where nobody will see it?

Hm.

I set the object back in its place and briefly inspect the others. I don’t take each one of them out. I just lift them up enough to confirm that—yes—they each have a glittering gemstone set into the base.

Alright. I’ve had my peek. More than a peek, really. Now it’s time to shut the case and go about my business with the datastick.

I’ve already wasted enough time as it is.

But there are two more items in the case that I haven’t had a look at yet. A pair of small, cylindrical bottles filled with some sort of clear fluid. One is labeled “Fire,” the other “Ice.” I select the latter.

The top is a flip-style cap, sort of like a shampoo bottle, and the stuff inside appears viscous, like jelly, but when I open it and give it a quick sniff, I don’t detect any odor.

I squeeze a small drop onto the tip of my middle finger and rub it with my thumb. The stuff is oily, silky smooth, and it imparts an odd cooling sensation to my fingertip. It doesn’t make it numb, exactly. It’s just… soothing.

Some kind of ointment, perhaps?

Or…

All of a sudden, I remember something Rek said yesterday. It was shortly after I had arrived aboard the ship, and the two males were testing me. Traven had his finger plunged knuckle-deep in my bottom, and he was complaining that my rear hole was too tight to accept his cock.

Listen, Rek told him.The trip’s gonna take us three days, right? That’s plenty of time to break her in. By the time we reach Caldera, her little ass will be good and primed.

Now I understand what I’m looking at, and it makes my blood run hot and cold in my veins.

The warpers intend to put these things inside my body—inside myrear hole. They’re going to use the different sizes to stretch me until I’m able to handle the girth of their enormous cocks.

They’re going totrainme.

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