A New Home.

Echo led me off by the hand, and we staggered out of the bedroom, me still wobbly from my encounter with The Plug. We went back downstairs, and then down some more stairs, wooden ones this time, into an area that was made of large stone blocks, not the same white ones as upstairs, but plain, unadorned sandy coloured ones.

Along another corridor, past what looked like a small kitchen and dining area and through a curtain on the right.

I found myself in a reasonable sized room. It was fairly plain, but still pleasant, certainly more so than the cell I'd been in for a while now.

A good sized bed was off to one side, with dark sheets and pillows of decent, if not great, quality covering it. A small chest of drawers was to one side of that.

A sofa was set back along the wall, facing a low coffee table that had been placed on an oval rug. There was a plate with some mostly eaten foodstuff sitting on it. A shelf was attached to the opposite wall, with what looked like antique books made from paper of all things, if you know what that is, sitting on it. Finally, a couple of pictures decorated the walls. They were bright, colourful and simple pictures, one of some flowers, and one a kind of abstract.

The whole place reflected the personality that Echo now was, and I smiled, a little sadly.

Echo herself led me over to the bed and sat me down on it, which no doubt messed the bedsheet up with the sperm still leaking from my vag.

"Are you hungry?" she asked.

I nodded.

"Wait here, I'll make you something." So saying, she picked the plate off the table and padded off out through the curtain, no doubt going to the kitchen I'd seen before.

I slowly tilted over on the bed, sighing and trying to evaluate my situation.

On the plus side, it wasn't the prison area. There was no doubt some kind of security setup, but it might be possible to escape, although I needed more information again about what was out there. I wondered about spaceships, or some other way of getting off planet, with the aim of getting back to my empire.

On the, possibly, downside, I seemed to be getting more horny, more easily. I remembered what Gol had said about using the strange strands of power in my 'void' area. I'd grabbed two of them, and ever since then I'd been wanting my pussy filled at the drop of a hat. Well, I suppose I wasn't quite a sex-zombie yet, but if I used that power again, I'd need to be careful.

My musings were interrupted by my dear Echo, who returned carrying a bowl and a glass full of some kind of liquid. Smiling, she sat on the bed next to me and pulled me back upright, her soft hands giving me goosebumps.

Then she spoon fed me some kind of broth from the bowl, which was delicious. I'd become so used to the mush I'd been fed in my cell that my taste buds must have thought it was their birthday.

I ate the broth and drank the drink, which tasted a little like milkshake, like a young child being fed by her mother.

Once I was done, Echo put the bowl and glass on the table and, standing me up for a moment, pulled back the bedsheets. Then she guided me back down, into the bed, and snuggled beside me.

I was so comfortable, and her touch was so wonderful, that for a moment I forgot everything else. I was in a little bit of heaven.

Then I fell asleep.

~

When I woke up I felt more rested and comfortable than I'd been since this whole nightmare started.

Echo stirred next to me, and I smiled at her as she opened her eyes and looked at me.

"You're really cute, do you know that?" I asked, and kissed her.

Of course, this set me off, and my heart started to pound in my skinny chest. Echo started to move, but I stopped her. She looked at me, puzzled.

"My turn," I said, and slid down, pushing back the bed cover and kissing the sweet, silky flesh until I arrived at her smooth pussy.

I might not have been as good as she was with her tongue, but it wasn't my first rodeo, and she was soon moaning and squirming, and it wasn't too long before she shuddered with pleasure as I made her cum.

Just for the sake of fairness, I kept going, until she'd orgasmed again, after which, she pulled me up and kissed my pussy soaked lips.

"Thank you," she whispered. "It's been a long time since anyone did that to me."

"How long have you been here?" I asked, stroking her hair and settling down as close as I could to her.

She shook her head. "I don't know, but I've been with the master for a long time now."

"So you've been bought by him person before?" I asked.

"Oh yes, he always buys me!" she replied excitedly.

"He always buys you?" I asked.

"Yes!" she exclaimed. "Let's not talk about this," she added, snuggling even closer to me, but I pressed on.

"So you go back then? He sends you back?" I frowned.

"Well." Echo's eyes dropped. "Only when I get too old," she said, more quietly. "But when he buys me again he makes it up to me!" she added quickly. "He gives me delicious food to eat, and pretty dresses. It's such fun!"

I sighed and stroked her cheek sadly. Such was the 'life' that awaited me if I didn't do something. Doomed to be bought and used at the whim of others, just to be killed when they tired with me. Then brought back in the resurrection room, for the whole cycle to begin again. Forever.

Poor Gurgo, I thought. I wonder how long it took to break him, for him to become Echo.

But he hadn't been brought in as an Elf. Here was my only advantage. I wasn't even sure that the Karma knew about my abilities properly, which was odd, Elves had been around for millions upon millions... I stopped mid-thought.

"Echo," I said. "Where are we?"

"My room of course, silly," she giggled.

"No, I mean, this world, this place? The prison. Where is it?"

"Oh, I don't think it's anywhere. I don't really understand these things, but from what I've heard here and there, it's a..." She frowned, which looked really cute on her, and I had to refrain from kissing her again, eager to hear what she said. "Gubble universe?"

"A bubble universe!" I said.

"Yes, that's it!"

I nodded to myself. Things started to make sense now. If these Karma lived in a bubble universe, then, possibly, they could dip in an out, as it were, of my universe, maybe others. And maybe they could dip in and out at different times. That way, poor Gurgo, who was around a long time before me, could have been here a lot less long, subjective time at least. Still long enough for him to become Echo, but not the millions of years that it had been since he was around in my universe.

I frowned, the stories of his fall were muddled by time and chaos, but one thing that was generally agreed was that his mind was never recovered.

"Hey," Echo whisper, her hand sliding down my belly.

I smiled at her as she slipped her finger into my pussy, and I gave a low moan as she began doing what she did so very, very well.

Putting my theories aside for now, I pulled her towards me, bringing her in for a long, slow kiss.

Time for the hard thoughts later...