“Did I not make it clear my instructions were to be followed immediately?”
“You did make it clear, sir.”
“Did you ask permission to take time for a shower?”
“No, sir. Sorry, sir.”
“Did I ask you to take a shower before my arrival?”
“No, sir. Sorry, sir.”
“Tell me what my instruction was.”
“Wait for you seated on the edge of the bed, naked with my hands behind my back.”
“Did you follow any part of that?”
“I was about to but—”
A sharp slap landed on both cheeks.
“It was a yes or no question.”
“No, sir.”
“You’ll be spanked until your bottom is glowing red, then fingered until you’re begging for your climax, but you’ll be denied. You are not to cry out. If you do, I’ll add three extra swats. You will learn to obey and follow my instructions. Is that clear?”
“Yes, sir.”
“First, a dose of humiliation,” he declared, gripping her cheeks and pulling them apart. “I believe you still find this embarrassing. Casting my eyes on your back hole is still difficult for you, isn’t it, Abby? Yes or no?”
“Yes, sir.”
“You’ll be penetrated there with a sizable phallus the next time I visit. The ruler’s cock is large and you’ll need to be ready for him.”
“Permission to speak, sir?”
“Quickly.”
“If I plan to refuse him, is that really necessary?”
“I must make you ready. Your choice may be up to you, but my job must be completed. That is all. It’s time for your punishment.”
As his hand began reddening her bottom with its fiery smacks, Abby bit her lower lip to keep from crying out, but as he increased the force of the slaps she found it almost impossible to stay quiet.
“Such willful behavior! I made it clear!” he scolded, not holding back as he delivered the stinging smacks. “I told you I’d be arriving momentarily. Momentarily means in a moment. Did you really think you could take a shower, dry yourself off, and be ready and waiting for me?” he exclaimed, delivering a volley of hot slaps on her right cheek. “I do not require an answer to that question. It’s obvious you gave it no thought. The ruler will flog you for such behavior,” he continued, repeating the volley on her left cheek. “Have you ever been flogged, Abby? I shall give you a taste. Perhaps that will ensure your obedience. During your next training I will tie you and lash your bottom. I want you to think about that. Understood?”
“Yes, sir,” she managed, squeezing her eyes shut as his hand continued to land its merciless spanks.
“There!” he abruptly declared. “Your bottom is scalded red. Tell me, Abby, does your skin burn?”
“Yes, sir, it burns and prickles and stings, sir,” she replied breathlessly. “I’ve learned my lesson. I swear I have.”
“If you behave in such a casual manner again, if you don’t obey my orders, if you dare be so presumptuous, I shall spank you with a very hard wooden paddle. Understood?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Your beautiful bottom may be crimson and sore, but your pussy drools,” he said, his voice suddenly falling husky as he slid his finger inside her. “It drools and begs for a cock, but it will receive only my finger. Tell me, Abby, do you like the feel of my finger?”
“Yes, sir.”
“You’d like me to thrust it in and out like a big, stiff cock, wouldn’t you, Abby?”
“Yes, sir.”
“I can make my finger swell as I did before. Would you like that too?”
“Ooh, yes, sir, very much.”
“Beg me.”
“Please, sir, please will you thrust your finger in and out of me the way you did before? I want you to very badly.”
“Want or need?”
“Both, sir. Please, sir, I beg you.”
“I will, Abby. My finger will fuck your pussy, but I will leave you wanting. You know that’s the second part of your punishment for such careless disregard of my instruction. Repeat what I said, and tell me you understand and accept the discipline.”
“I understand,” she panted, barely able to catch her breath to speak. “You will, uh, fuck my sex with your finger but you won’t let me climax, and this is part of my discipline for disobedience.”
“Say, I want it and I accept it.”
“I want it and I accept it, sir.”
As he’d been speaking she’d felt his finger grow inside her, but as he began moving it in and out, he pressed his thumb against her clit. Just the pressure sent sparks through her pussy, and when he started a tingling, erotic massage, she moaned loudly, squirming fervently against his hand.
“Even though you know I will not allow you to orgasm, you will soon be pleading for your release. I want you to. I want to hear your urgent need. Already I feel your pussy pulsing against my finger. Ratheons have extremely sensitive skin.”
“I’m there, sir,” she exclaimed, furiously gyrating her hips. “Please, sir, please let me come?”
“No! Willful, disobedient girls are not permitted to orgasm,” he declared, pausing his thumb and finger. “Count to ten in an even, measured pace. If you do not move I will continue to play with your pussy. If you do move, I’ll spank you again.”
As she began counting out the numbers and trying to remain motionless, his finger teased her soaked entrance, and his thumb lightly tickled her clit. The uncomfortable position didn’t help, and her arms ached, but she completed the task, and letting out a long breath, she silently begged him to let her up.
“I’m very pleased with you, Abby. You did well. I’ll take you to the edge one more time, then your punishment will be over.”
As he began stroking her pussy with his engorged finger, and rubbing her clit with his thumb, she closed her eyes and sank into the pleasure. She wouldn’t be allowed her orgasm, that was a given, but she could surrender to the delicious sensations. He didn’t thrust fast, or furiously agitate her nub. He drew out the delight, stroking slowly and massaging gently before skillfully sending her to the brink.
“You now have a ravenous pussy and a blistered behind,” he murmured, withdrawing his hand as she moaned her frustration. “Just what a willful, disobedient woman deserves. What do you say, Abby?”
“Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.”
“Crawl forward, then stand up facing me.”
Tumbling more than crawling off his lap, she was grateful for the spongy floor, but as she attempted to rise to her feet she staggered. With stunning speed his arm shot out and caught her.
“Be careful. Take your time.”
“Thank you, sir. I lost my footing for a moment.”
“You’re not dizzy, are you?”
“No, sir. I just didn’t have my balance.”
“You’d like me to make love to you, wouldn’t you, Abby?”
“I, uh...”
“You’re afraid to admit you crave my cock,” he crooned, moving his finger between her legs, “but your slickness betrays you.”
“I thought that wasn’t allowed.”
“Get on the bed, and place yourself on your hands and knees.”
Stunned by the unexpected turn of events, and as nervous as she was aroused, she followed his instruction. She had just settled he slipped a blindfold over her eyes.
“This will heighten your pleasure.”
“Sir, I feel...”
“Caught off guard? I’m sure you do. I can walk away and leave your pussy hungry. Is that what you’d prefer?”
“No, sir, no.”
“Then ask me to fuck you.”
“Please, sir, will you fuck me?”
“Don’t move.”
She didn’t know the charade was all part of her training.
Hurrying across the room to the shelves, he retrieved the artificial cock she’d sucked so lustily, then quickly returned and climbed on the bed behind her. Only the ruler coul
d take her, and only if she accepted him. Placing the rigid phallus at her entrance, he thrust it forward, and as she cried out her gratitude, he slipped his free hand beneath her and rubbed her clit. As her moans filled the chamber, he plunged the phallus in and out, but his cock surged to life, and he hastily freed it from the confines of his pants.
With her whimpers and gasps guiding him, he accelerated, then backed off, bringing her to the brink countless times, then leaving the dildo buried inside her, he paused to stroke his ravenous member. As much as he ached to grip her hips and ride her into an orgasm, he had to control his carnal urges. With her soft whimpers calling him back, he slowly withdrew the dildo, then effortlessly moved her on to her back.
“Sir, I want you so much,” she bleated. “Please, will you fuck me again?”
A smile curled the edges of his lips. Her passion was as he’d hoped, and pinning her hands on either side of her head, he dropped his lips on hers. She responded urgently, raising her chest to crush her breasts against him, and as he moved his lips to her neck, she wriggled her pelvis against his rigid member.
“Leave your arms where they are,” he said huskily, releasing her wrists and tonguing his way down to her breasts.
Gripping the full, ripe melons, he lovingly licked and lightly sucked as he ground his cock against her belly. He was on the verge of his climax; sliding down her body, he gripped the fake cock and thrust it back inside her. Stroking himself as he pounded her pussy, he surrendered to his orgasm, pulling out the phallus as he erupted across her belly.
“Sir, please may I come?” she bleated, writhing as she begged. “Please, sir? Please, will you rub my clit?”
“Not yet,” he managed, his eyes closed as the sparkling sensations continued to ripple through his limbs.
Taking a moment to catch his breath, he returned the artificial cock to the shelves, wiped his hands, and carried a cloth back to her.
“Sir, my whole body is tingling.”
“I know,” he murmured, wiping the mess off her stomach. “Sit on the edge of the bed, chin up, hands behind you, shoulders back,” he instructed, stepping away to collect a chair. “I must test your nipples,” he murmured, lightly pinching one, then the other. “Very pretty, and they pucker perfectly. Small cherry tips, the ruler’s favorite. Full and fleshy,” he continued, grasping her breasts and squeezing, eliciting a soft moan. “Yes, Abby, you may moan, and very soon you will moan even louder. When I bring one of your tits into my mouth, a hot sensation will surge through your body. You might spontaneously orgasm. You’ll have no control over this, so you will not be punished if it happens. I will grip one nipple between my thumb and forefinger, and as my mouth increases its suction, I will increase the pinch. If you feel your climax approaching it will happen very quickly and be extremely powerful, but it ends just as suddenly. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
“One more thing. Keep your hands where they are.”
“Yes, sir.”
Lowering his lips around her right nipple as he pinched the left, to her astonishment his mouth opened so wide he almost engulfed her entire breast. Tingling pins and needles sparked through her body, and the pressure he exerted on the opposite nipple only added to the intense pleasure. He made an odd gurgling sound, and as a surge of heat flooded her body, like an erupting volcano, her climax bubbled up and exploded in a single, violent spasm. Letting out an almighty howl she flew off into deep, orgasmic space.
“More than I ever expected,” he murmured. “You’ll do well, Abby. You’ll do very well indeed.”
Floating on a warm, pink cloud of cotton, she’d barely heard his words of praise.
Chapter Fifteen
Wrapped up in Zaroff’s engulfing arms, drifting in the post-orgasmic bliss, Abby was snapped awake as he abruptly released her and climbed hurriedly from the bed.
“I didn’t mean to startle you. I’m needed in the command center.”
“Is everything okay?”
“There’s a problem at the alliance headquarters. I must go,” he declared, already striding away.
“Can Minerva take me to the observation deck? I’d really like to get out of this room.”
“Yes. I’ll speak to her.”
“Thank you,” she called after him, but he’d already disappeared through the opening.
Cosmo had moved to the end of the bed, and as she lay back down, he scurried over the bedcovers and curled against her.
“Hello, precious,” she murmured, stroking him softly. Looking up at her with his wide brown eyes, he hummed contentedly. “Would you like to take a walk? Do you have any idea what I’m saying? No, but you know I’m falling in love with you,” she cooed, as a soft knock echoed through the chamber. “That will be Minerva. She’ll protect us while we’re out and about.”
“Zaroff said you’d like to visit the observation deck,” Minerva declared, striding into the room. “I’m happy to take you.”
“I’d like to go anywhere. I may have recovered from Deep Space Depression, but I’m starting to fall victim to cabin fever.”
“Cabin fever? Is this a serious illness?”
“No, goodness, no. Cabin fever is an expression. It means I’m feeling penned in and I need to get out for a while.”
“Understandable, and you need the exercise. I’ve been directed to take you up to the first level and show you around. That’s the officers’ habitat. There’s a very pleasant gathering area. We’ll visit the observation deck first and go up from there, but there’ll be another officer with us. Zaroff wants you to have a double escort.”
“Am I in that much danger?”
“I don’t believe so, but if he deems a double escort necessary, then it’s necessary, even if only for his own peace of mind. Rest assured I could deal with one of those reptiles with very little bother. I could squeeze the life out of its thin throat with two fingers.”
“I don’t doubt it,” Abby replied, eyeing the tall, muscled female. “Cosmo can come with us, right? I don’t want to leave him here by himself.”
“Of course he can, and he doesn’t need any type of attachment. He’ll follow along with no problem. Furrbits are extremely loyal, and he’s bonded with you. He’ll be your third escort.”
“Perfect. He’ll protect me,” Abby said with a soft laugh. “If that creepy lizard dares to show up, Cosmo can jump on its face and smother it with all that fur!”
“Actually, Cosmo can be as ferocious as he is sweet if he feels threatened, but with two escorts he can remain the adorable little fur ball that he is. Do you want to eat anything before we go? There’s a nourishment center in the gathering area on the first level if you’d prefer. They serve a selection of human foods.”
“I assume a nourishment center is a restaurant.”
“Yes, sorry. A restaurant.”
“I’d like that very much. I’m so bored sitting in here all the time.”
“Of course you are. Get dressed and we can leave.”
“Fantastic. Give me five minutes. I can’t wait to get out of here.”
* * *
Marching into the command center, Zaroff found Keon speaking with Kander, a Ratheon military leader, transmitting from the alliance headquarters.
“I’m so glad you’re here, sir,” Keon said urgently. “As I mentioned, the Faylins have created an urgent situation.”
“Those irritating reptiles are pushing me to the limits of my patience,” Zaroff muttered as he marched to his desk. “Kander, greetings. What is the emergency?”
“Zaroff, we need your counsel,” Kander said gravely. “The situation here grows more disturbing. Many more Faylin vessels have arrived, but it’s not just the alliance headquarters under threat.”
“Keon mentioned there are more Faylin ships at the perimeter, but they are no match for us. Why is their presence causing such alarm?”
“It’s not the vessels here, sir, though it’s unsettling to see so many. There’s a much bigger problem. They’re g
athering above Earth.”
“Why didn’t the patrol take care of them?”
“Commander Sinjin encountered about half-a-dozen and destroyed them, but they may have been a distraction. As he engaged them, many more appeared on his scanners approaching from the other side of the planet. When he left the area to confront them, more arrived to take the place of those they’d just eliminated. The commander is at a loss. He can’t be in two places at one time. He dispatched the pod fighters and the battle is underway, but this is all happening above Earth, and if one of the Faylin vessels is hit and is caught in Earth’s orbit, it will fall to the plant’s surface.”
“Stop! I understand, but just to be clear, are the Faylins continuing to swarm above Earth from all directions?”
“Yes, sir. We knew they had a large fleet, but we had no idea—”
“Have you sent additional patrols for support?”
“Yes, sir. Three are on their way, but there’s more.”
“Go on.”
“The Faylins must be making themselves visible to the humans. Many countries are reporting UFO sightings, and fighter jets have begun taking to the skies.”
“This cannot be allowed to happen. The Faylins could evaporate them.”
“One warship cannot be everywhere, and we shouldn’t be engaging in battle above Earth.”
“When will the other warships arrive?”
“About thirty Earth minutes, sir. Too long. What should we do?”
“Keon, open the communications channel to Commander Sinjin.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Sir, I’m very pleased to speak with you,” Sinjin declared as his face appeared next to the five-star officer. “What are your orders?”
“Recall the pods immediately, then enable the cloak of invisibility. Send your ship into light speed and zigzag your path. Travel unpredictably and destroy the Faylin crafts as you move, and be sure to include long-range targets. Make it appear other warships have joined the fight. I will send a transmission on an open channel to confirm their arrival. When you hear it, confirm the message back to me.”
“Yes, sir. Understood.”
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