"Oh," her eyes widened. "No. I don't want anymore arms than the two I have. Thanks though. The thought of having more than two arms kind of creeps me out. What would I do with that many arms?"
She laughed with him. "That could be interesting, but no. I'll stick with my two arms. Maybe someday I could have a cock like Nadia so I can please a woman too," she teased.
"Certainly my dear. Nadia's was natural, I simply enhanced it. Why don't you describe what kind of cock you would like to have, and I'll see what I can do."
Her eyes widen as her face blushes. "Oh! I don't....know really. Maybe that can be something for later, but if I did have one, would you let me....you know..with..you?"
He raised a brow. "Oh certainly my dear. You don't think I never collect samples myself, do you?" He smirked. "I would certainly allow you that pleasure."
"Really," she questions, her surprise clear. "Wow. I thought for sure you would say no. So do you mind if I ask you how many times you've had another cock inside you?"
"Remember my place," she asks tilting her head. "Tell me exactly what is my place." She felt a little angry at those words coming from his mouth. It was easy to feel equal to him, like they were friends or maybe even more.
"I simply mean don't start trying to be the one in control dear. We are equals, but I am the dominant, even if I'm on the bottom. Do you understand what I mean dear?"
"A dominate can't be on the bottom. A dominate can't be equal to anyone but another dominate. So are you telling me I'm a dominate, or am I a bottom, a submissive, a slave? Am I your slave Sarovir?"
"I suppose, at the basest level, yes. Although, I still give you a large amount of freedom and choice. Besides the inability to leave, you're really more of a submissive, but I respect you enough to consider you an equal. I merely wish to ensure you realize the difference between actual submission, and the sexual submission I would offer in letting you be the male."
She looks at him a bit taken by his answer. Callie knew he was honest. "My inability to leave." She nods. "I've lost my appetite, but I do want to work. I want to collect some samples. Lead me to my next room." She slides from the table and moves past him.
"What would you do if my father had a change of heart and suddenly wanted me to move, go live somewhere else with him and my mother, and we would all spend tons of free time together as a family? Huh? Would you tell me I couldn't go?"
"You would do that? Just to ensure that I keep coming here? Is it so that I can work or because I have to be here some each day for some other reason? I'm seriously curious Sarovir. I want to know what your logic is. I want to know why I have to be here. My mind is muddled."
"Because I enjoy being in control of others, and as my collection of experiments grows, I need more assistants to keep up. Also, as I said, you could no longer fully return to your old life."
"I couldn't return because of all these modifications done to my body. My womb, my mouth, both of them. If you change them, then you could change them back, and then if I wanted to, I could return home. Couldn't I?" She rubs her head. "You like to be in control of others, but what if they're not meant to be controlled. Am I like your experiments here with only a bigger cage? How long until you put me inside a cage to be mated with by some alien you kidnap?"
"As I said, only some can be reversed. But let me ask you, you requested a new throat, why do that if you want to go back? Did you ever think, deep down, that a boring life on earth is really what you want?"
"Boring or not, it is human. It is not so easy to walk away from one's race. Would you be happy with human parts knowing that you could truly never be the person you were born as?"