by Lili Zander
It wasn’t cold. It was blazing hot. You know that feeling when you pull a comforter out of the dryer and bury yourself in it? That enveloping warmth? It was like that, but inside me. I whimpered in utter pleasure. My toes curled, my hands fisted in the sheets. This was unbelievable.
He chuckled at my reaction. “Okay, Suzie, the rules. Whatever I’m going to do to you, you need to keep still. Every time you move, I will hear the chimes from your bracelets and anklets. And each time I hear a chime, you will be punished with one stroke of a whip.”
“Will it hurt?” My voice was soft with need.
“Exactly as much as you want it to,” he responded, his eyes on my face.
“That’s not reassuring then,” I mumbled. I knew that I was the architect of my destiny. That it was my hidden desires guiding everything that Bob did to me. The problem was that I had no idea how dark my mind could get. Bob just chuckled at my words.
He made a gesture with his hands, and the room was plunged into darkness. All I could see was one flame, poised over me. From a candle? The searing heat struck my midriff and I sucked in my breath.
A steady stream of heat now. I jumped as the wax first struck my skin, and then I writhed as the heat spread through my body. The wax was reacting with the lotion I’d spread on myself earlier, and my entire body was aflame. In the back of my mind, I heard the continuous chiming of the metal chains as I wriggled under this blazing heat, but I paid it no mind. Everything was focused on the feel of the wax on my skin. The warmth in my body, and the sudden clenching in my pussy.
The wax kept pouring. Now on the sensitive underside of my arm, and I squealed and bit my lip. A path traced slowly on my chest to my breasts. A hot steady drip on my nipples, which warmed up my nipple shields, making me wriggle and whimper.
Then, a tongue on my clitoris. As the wax poured down my body, I’d closed my eyes and had forgotten all about Bob. But his head was between my legs, and his fingers were playing with the fabric in my pussy, pushing it in and out while sucking my clitoris between his teeth.
This morning, I’d thought that no human tongue could do any better than that cup on the machine from hell. No human tongue, maybe. But Bob’s tongue? Something fizzled on my skin, sending shivers through my body and a minor itching that grew quickly into heat. I pushed my hips into his face, and he sucked harder, his fingers moving faster. I groaned, the chains clanked, and my muscles tightened in that familiar hot spiral of need. Tighter and tighter. Every muscle clenched. I was so close…
And one graze of his teeth on my clitoris, and I free-fell into orgasm. In the distance, the chiming continued.
I finally stirred. “Are you going to take me now?” I asked. There was both hope and fear in my voice. Walking was going to be difficult tomorrow.
Bob eyed me with a peculiar look in his eyes, and then helped me up. “No, little human,” he said finally. “Let’s give your muscles a couple of days on the machine first. Get some rest tonight. I’ll see you at breakfast.”
I made my way to my quarters, and lay on the bed, drained and exhausted from my release. I had three more days of training before I got to Edrem. And many, many strokes of the whip, due to my utter failure to stay still as Bob poured wax on my body. I shuddered, and I wasn’t entirely sure if that was a shudder of fear or anticipation.
14
My training continued on the medical torture machine. For four days, I took the twin dildos in my pussy and ass. Any bad behavior was punished by shocks from the device that most resembled a cattle prod. Long tubes snaked down my throat till I learned to control my gag reflex. I was in a constant state of arousal.
And Bob wouldn’t touch me. Well, each evening, he would touch me, and go down on me. He would play with my breasts and my pussy and my ass. But he would not put his twin dicks in me.
I wanted those dicks. Every night, dreams of those dicks danced in my head. With each orgasm I was allowed, I imagined his dicks penetrating me hard at the point of climax. I was walking around, not unfulfilled, precisely, but yearning for his twin cocks. And I had an idea that Bob knew exactly what he was doing to me. This torture was somehow part of my training.
We were finally in Edrem.
Before we disembarked, Bob pushed a beverage towards me. It was cocoa-colored and slightly sludgy. Like a very thick hot chocolate.
“For translation,” he said. “So you can understand Edrese.” I nodded and gulped the liquid down, wryly noting that it tasted terrible, and nothing like hot chocolate.
I had not become an expert in interstellar travel in the four-day voyage to Edrem. But Bob, the two-dicked alien had filled me in on some key details. Edrem was a world dominated by warrior priestesses. Most men were considered inferior on their world, useful only for slave labor.
Our goal on Edrem? To try and get the warrior priestesses of Edrem to sentence Larry the Lizard to a year of slavery for the torture that he had put me through and for his crime of stealing Bob’s crystal. Bob’s people separate their souls at birth and store it in a crystal. What Larry had done to Bob was to enslave him by controlling his crystal.
Bob had warned me that the Erdese priestesses might balk at taking Larry. He’d been a bit vague on the reason for that. “Be prepared for some haggling,” he had told me. “And let me take the lead. In any case, they won’t understand you.”
I looked puzzled. “Why not?” I asked. “You said there was a potion that I could take that would help me understand.”
He nodded impatiently. Bob took all this alien technology for granted, which was understandable, I guess, given he’d grown up with it. But it was new and well, alien to me, and I think he often grew weary of answering my hundreds of questions about everything I encountered.
“The translation is unidirectional,” he said. “You will understand Erdese. But Earth isn’t a part of the formal Alliance of Worlds, and a translation potion has not been developed for English, or for any of the other languages on your home world.”
“But I understand you, and you understand me,” I said stupidly.
He rolled his eyes. “Yes, Suzie,” he said with barely concealed impatience. “That’s because I’m actually speaking English.”
“Oh,” I said. “Do you speak many languages?”
He didn’t answer. He was done with my questions. I noticed that the more intrusive and personal my questions were, the less likely it was that Bob would answer them. He was pretty private, or maybe it was years of travelling alone that made him secretive.
I got dressed in a pair of black pants and a black sleeveless t-shirt, and I presented myself in front of Bob, with a raised eyebrow. “Will I do?”
Bob’s lips twitched slightly as he took me in. For the last four days, I’d been in sexual training, and had taken to wandering around on the ship either naked or wearing a loose t-shirt and nothing else. When I’d showed up to Bob’s quarters every evening, he would dress me in whatever fantasy garment he desired.
“You’ll do,” he said, sounding amused.
“I’d forgotten I even owned clothes,” I said wryly.
He grinned at me. “Are you attached to them?” he asked. “Because the priestesses might wish to play with us, and they might get rather destroyed in the process.”
“Whoa!” I held up my palms in shock. “Play? Like sex?”
Bob laughed. “Your first threesome, Suzie. Excited?”
I wasn’t wearing the bracelet that shielded my thoughts from Bob, and my mind was open to him. He could read it all. The slight fear. The naked curiosity. The rising arousal.
He held his hand out, and I put mine in his. “Let’s go,” he said. We left Larry behind on the ship.
15
All Bob had told me about Edrem was that it was a hot world. But nothing he could have told me could have prepared me for the sweltering heat, the crowds, the noise and the sheer overwhelming life of Edrem.
Everywhere, the streets thronged with people from all over the galaxy. Bob’s voice spo
ke in my head as we passed each unique species. “Nestra,” he said, as we passed a being that could best be described as a cross between an ostrich and a very pretty, very big-breasted woman. “Anemola. Trasec.” I turned my head right and left as we walked through the main through-way, and I fought to keep my mouth from gaping open in sheer shock.
We were making our way towards a tall gray building that towered over the rest of the surroundings. “The Temple of the Priestesses. It isn’t a temple, really, not in the way your world uses that word. More like the seat of the government. They will judge our application to have Larry imprisoned there.”
The doors were open, and we stepped in. Inside, the temperature was lower, and the air was comfortable, but the place was still swarming with people. We had entered a long, large hall with massively high ceilings, and high pillars down both lengths, dividing the room into thirds. It kind of reminded me of the layout of a cathedral.
Men with collars around their neck and loin cloths around their privates wandered in and around the pillars, selling cooling drinks and fruit from baskets that hung from their backs. Some of them were humanoid, but many were not. “Petty criminals,” Bob said. “Minor slavery. The collar ensures good behavior. Larry’s sentence, if they agree to it, won’t be so light.”
I winced. As much as I intellectually knew that Larry deserved to be punished for what he’d done, I found the idea of abandoning him to slavery repulsive. “Don’t be,” Bob’s voice spoke in my head. “In a year, we’ll swing through and pick him up. We aren’t sentencing him to a slave camp forever.”
“I guess,” I thought back at him. I’d become used to Bob’s voice in my head, to having conversations with him in my mind.
We walked through the long length of the hall. As we walked, the crowds lessened. At some point, there was a barrier, and two guards standing in front of it. And I got my first look at the Erdese warrior priestesses.
Bob had refused to describe them. “You’ll see,” he’d grinned. And looking, I did. They were humanoid, tall women with large breasts that hung uncovered. Their heads were covered with a fine, scarlet cloth, and they wore matching long skirts that were slit up the sides and up the back. The slits at the sides exposed their taut, muscled legs, and the slit at the back? That exposed a tail.
“They have tails,” I yelped to Bob. He laughed at my expression. “It’s an erogenous zone for them as well,” he winked. “You’ll see, most likely.”
“We seek audience with Tamora, Warrior Queen of Edrem,” he said to the guards. One of them nodded and went into the blocked section. The other stayed where she was. I could feel her eyes on me, and she said something to Bob, who laughed.
“What?” I asked him. I hadn’t heard her. She’d spoken low enough for only Bob to hear.
He grinned at me. “She wants to know if I’ve brought Tamora a pet,” he said, and I spluttered in indignation.
“I’m not a pet,” I said in outrage, and he laughed again. “What?”
“You are very pretty when you are annoyed, little human,” he said soothingly. His tone was infuriating. At any moment, I expected him to say ‘there, there’ to me, give me some candy, and pat my head like I was a child.
No bracelet. Crap. He could read my thoughts. I was getting used to that machine from hell a lot easier than I was getting used to the idea that he was always in my head. He looked amused at my earlier thought, and then his voice hardened. “Remember, Suzie. I expect you to behave yourself in front of Tamora.”
I wrinkled my nose at him. “Yes, Master,” I said mockingly. I didn’t miss the flare of heat in his eyes as he absorbed the words.
16
“Tamora will see you now,” the guard who had walked away returned. “Follow me.”
I gaped openly at Tamora, when she came into view. Her hair wasn’t tucked away behind fabric. It hung, loose to her waist, in flowing red curls. She was as tall as Bob, and her breasts were perfect globes of pale alabaster. She was wearing a necklace of a finely filigreed metal that looked like gold, and her wrists were covered with golden bangles as well. The fine hair that covered her tail was red as well.
I wonder if the hair on her pussy is red as well, I thought, and then felt Bob shake with laughter besides me.
“Traveler,” she greeted Bob. Her voice was deep and melodious. “It has been too long since you visited us.”
“Tamora,” Bob greeted her with a smile. “You are looking well, Warrior Queen.”
“And who is this?” she practically purred, looking at me. “A pretty little plaything, traveler. Is it from that forbidden world that you so like to visit?”
Bob winked at her and extended his hand out to offer Tamora a package. “I bring you a gift, Tamora,” he said with a grin.
She reached out and took the package from him, tearing it open impatiently. Inside it held bars of chocolate. “Ah,” she sighed in pleasure, opening one and taking a bite, closing her eyes in ecstasy. “Is this chocolate my present?” Her eyes had returned to me. I saw the barely veiled desire simmer in her gaze, and I flushed. I’d never had sexual thoughts about a woman before, but Tamora’s open lust made my pussy tighten in anticipation.
Also, Bob denying me his cocks had placed me in a state of near-total arousal. I would have done anything at that point if he had told me that he would fuck me with his twin cocks as a reward.
Clever Bob. I suddenly realized that I was the bribe for the Erdese to take Larry. I was the prize.
“More or less,” Bob’s voice in my head confirmed my realization.
“You could have just asked,” I grumbled. “I might have been interested anyway.”
He radiated skepticism, and I mentally acknowledged that he had a reason to feel this way. I had a lot of Earth-implanted, Aunt-Mary’s-nuthouse-commune-implanted barriers to work through, and he was right. I would have reacted in horror had I known. I might have even preferred releasing Larry rather than have sex with a woman.
“The chocolate, Tamora,” he responded to her question, “and an invitation to visit my ship to explore other interests.” He smirked at her. “In return, we seek a boon from you.”
“Always a catch,” Tamora groused. “What do you want, traveler?”
“There is a male citizen of Suzie’s world, Earth, who ordered Suzie tortured, and who stole my crystal to force me to do it,” he said. “We would like the Warrior Priestesses of Edrem to re-educate him.
She gave him a narrow look. “Earth is not part of the Assembly of Worlds,” she observed. “We have no legal authority to hold this citizen here.”
Bob looked at Tamora steadily. He didn’t speak to her. His next words were in English and addressed to me. “Take off your clothes, Suzie,” he ordered.
“Here?” I spluttered, and I felt Bob’s disapproval in my mind. The thing about Bob? Most of the time, he was easy-going and reasonable. But there was a line, and I didn’t dare cross it. Besides, Larry the Lizard’s fate hung in the balance.
I pulled the top over my head, and shimmied my pants down my legs, sliding down my panties at the same time. I wasn’t wearing a bra. “Good,” Bob’s voice was calm. “Now, kneel on the floor, and spread your legs wide, and lace your hands behind your back. Eyes on the floor.” I complied silently, my heart thumping in my chest. The room wasn’t crowded with people, but there were two guards on either side of Tamora, and two men wearing slave collars sitting at Tamora’s feet. I felt very exposed.
Predictably, I was also dripping wet.
I could see Tamora’s nostrils flare. The Erdese undoubtedly had a better sense of smell than humans did. “Your pet is a tasty morsel, traveler,” she purred.
“Indeed, Warrior Queen.” Bob’s voice was relaxed.
“And is she obedient?”
Bob laughed. “Sometimes she is,” he replied. “And when she isn’t, well isn’t that what punishment is for?”
Tamora laughed as well, a slightly chilling sound. She waved her hand, and the guards silently left th
e room, taking the slaves with them. She rose from her dais and walked down the two steps till she stood in front of me. Her tail swished to stroke my hardening nipples, and they swelled further in response.
“I haven’t had a pet from Earth for a long time, traveler,” she said, with a note of longing in her voice. “Not since your last companion.”
What last companion? I thought, but Bob didn’t answer. Of course. No personal questions. Aliens could be really irritating sometimes.
“This little human is even more responsive,” Bob said with a smile. “And once you are on my ship, you are technically not on Edrem anymore.”
What? I was puzzled. What did not being on Edrem have to do with anything?
This time, I got an explanation from Bob. “Erdese priestesses can’t be penetrated by a cock on Edrem,” he spoke in my mind. “A violation of thousands of years of tradition. But if they wish, a loophole allows all kinds of taboo behavior when they aren’t on their home world. And my ship is technically part of my home world, even when docked in Edrem.”
“So, basically, she’s looking to jump you?” I thought back to him.
“Both of us,” he replied. “And you separately, if you are so inclined.”
“Umm,” I hesitated. “I’m not sure. Can you be there?”
He smiled at me, and I could feel the reassurance radiate from him. “I’m not going to make you do something you don’t want, Suzie,” he promised me.
“This is true.” Tamora’s voice was thoughtful. “And stealing a soul crystal is a very serious offence.”
I held my breath. This was it. We were deciding Larry’s fate here.
“Also,” she added, smiling at me, “your pet is very desirable. You have a deal, traveler. A one-year re-education for the Earth male, in return for a day in your ship.” She sighed. “A pity it can’t be more,” she said. “But I have so many responsibilities as ruler. One day is all I can manage.”