The soft plodding of my rubber-soled boots rose above the endless, muted thrumming of the machinery which operated at this low level. I often referred to floor B6 as the "belly of the beast" because all of the vital systems were within the walls down here. The air had that artificial feel that only a deep-earth bunker seems capable of producing, likely the scourge of claustrophobics.

At this late hour, I was the only movement. No regular security patrolled B6- multitudinous cameras instead waited upon the vaulted ceilings, noiselessly coming to life when I entered their view. With a satisfied grin, I noted how they always lit up just as I came into view, my form outlined in green upon the screen.

My expression vanished as I felt a knot forming in my throat. Obsydian.

She was why I, the chief researcher and founder of this complex, was relegated to such a routine task. Truly, I enjoyed getting "back to basics" with some of my older creations. However, as being ordered to do something as opposed to doing it on our own free will, the job seemed to pale of joy.

My steps slowed involuntarily. The weapon Obsydian had not been bathed in three days- the last fellow entrusted with the task was observed on the cameras letting her perform oral sex on him. I am unsure if it was his harsh punishment, or the general unease Obsydian commands in these men that led them to ask if I myself would not mind performing the task. With a false snarl, I had at the time demanded what of the job was beyond their facilities. Yet, I knew, as did they, and for their sake I accepted the task.

Or was that why?

The knot tightened, and drawing breath became difficult. I began to proceed quickly, a foreign feeling of excitement manifesting itself in the back of my mind. I felt as if I was just taken by the hand, and was almost being dragged to the wash bay.

My trembling hand swiped my all-access ID card, and the reinforced steel door lifted out of my way. Swiftly I stepped in and rounded the corner, coming to a stop so abruptly I stumbled.

There she was. In her usual complement of chains, the massive pink and purple dragoness seemed to radiate impatience as she pretended not to notice me. She was anchored in place to the floor brackets, and a single lonely bucket of hot, soapy water and a scrubbing brush waited for me.

"Obsydian," I acknowledged in an embarrassing voice, as I caressed my throat. A strangling sensation, steadily building since the hallway, vanished immediately. I hesitated, puzzled. What was that feeling?

She finally acknowledged me with a sideways glance over her left shoulder, grinning smugly.

"Ah, there you are. I've been waiting."

I had, like all others, minimized my contact with Obsydian for obvious reasons. When Obsydian was speaking to you, it was as if you were not alone in your head, and I oftentimes wondered if, as in normal speaking, others heard what she said to me. Or was I imagining it all. Damned monster.

Wordlessly, I took the coiled hose from the wall and began to hose her down. This area and its accompanying accoutrements are in place for the cleaning of vehicles and sanitation of medical and laboratory equipment, accessable from the surface by an enormous freight elevator located far in the back. I focused my thoughts on the last time a vehicle was washed down here, as I hosed the dragoness down.

Once I was satisfied with the saturation of her scaly skin, I set the hose down and picked up the long-handled brush, noting with irritation that whomever had prepared this wash station for me had put a rag in the bucket. I would not be hand-washing any part of this demon tonight.

"Come on, Paul. You can use it to get in all those hard to reach spots."

My hesitation betrayed my surprise, and in an act of overcompensation I began to scrub her ass, hard.

"Oooh, such a strong man," her inescapable voice cooed into my mind. God damn it all... I had never revealed my first name to her, or spoken aloud about the rag. I could not conceal my horror as I realized that her powers are considerably more venerable than I had ever previously imagined. Her connection into the minds of others was not a one-way street- not unlike drawing attention to an almost imperceptible stimulus like a cricket chirping in the distance, only to find it grinding ever-harder upon your mind. I became aware that Obsydian was in my head right now, rummaging through my thoughts and memories.

"Do you really think I forced that agent to pull out his dick?" she said, in response to my startling revelation. "He wanted me to suck him off more than anything in the world. Thoughts like these are in the minds of all of the men, and women for that matter, that come down here." I looked up at her face, into those glowing eyes. It was like gazing into a furnace.

"Is that really true?" was all I could manage to reply, pondering for a moment if it was all a bluff.

"Of course it is true, don't play stupid," Obsydian replied smugly. "I know what you want, too. I know you want to fuck me too."

Shaking my head, I began to scrub her again. She had positioned herself this way on purpose, no doubt. She was as manipulative as she was fearsome.

"Mmmm, that hot water is so refreshing," the monster groaned sexually into my mind. "Don't forget to pay extra special attention under my tail."

"I know what that means," I snapped aloud, and through her muzzled maw, the dragon emitted laughter.

"I know you do. I know what you're thinking about. That stepladder there, you wonder who put it there. It wasn't me, but it was someone who was also thinking about dragging it up behind me." I gritted my teeth and dipped the brush back in the bucket, refreshing its supply of warmth and thick soap. "I wouldn't make you do that, dear. You might fall and hurt yourself while trying to please me. I'd lower my ass for you."

Swallowing hard, I concentrated on the noise of the brush as I scrubbed Obsydian's ass. Suddenly, all of the monitors in the room went black at once, as if being rebooted. I saw Obsydian concentrating on something... The machines resorted to their operating systems. Simultaneously, they began to enter lengthy and lusty system messages- each one completely different from the other. What is this sorcery...?

"Mmmh... Getting me nice and soapy. This feels so good..." she spoke up again. "Why don't you get closer and feel the heat coming from me? I know you want to taste me, so slick and shiny like this." I shook my head as if trying to shake her voice from my mind, my arousal no longer able to be ignored. "If you don't trust me, let me prove to you..." Obsydian turned to face me as much as she could, while still holding her tail high. "Let me lick your balls for a bit. Rub your dick on my face. Use the leathers to make sure I am a good girl."

My heart pounded in my chest like a machine gun. I swallowed, with difficulty due to my dry throat. I felt as if to faint.

Suddenly Obsydian roared with laughter, lowering her haunches and shaking her ass back and forth, throwing soap and water all over me.

"Finally." Satisfaction was evident in the tone of her voice. "You just did it, Paul. You made up your mind!"

I did not need to ask for clarification. Not this time. The cameras are all on. I'll schedule a systems reboot for the camera mainframe so no one can see. Next time. I'll give her what she wants.

"Oh, don't pretend to be doing this just for me," Obsydian growled lustily, flexing her asscheeks and bouncing them in front of me. Although this does make me a very happy girl.
I bit my lip, my legs about to give way. I felt so hot, and standing was becoming difficult. I could probably make you come right now, if you like, the beast offered, flexing her pelvic muscles, making her slickened, shiny pussy tighten up. "Wanna play with my piercings?"

"Next time."