Enslaved for Their Use

by Ivy Barrett

  Belton’s hold gradually eased, but he didn’t let go.

  “Who did you contact, and what did you tell them?” Moxtel stared down at her, rigid demand sharpening his expression.

  “I contacted Celeste and told her what little I’ve learned.” Her voice grew stronger as irritation bled through her artificial calm. She was tired of these games, tired of threats and being afraid. She didn’t know much about the BDSM lifestyle, but one thing was clear. True submission required trust, and she would never trust an alien, certainly not one who kidnapped helpless females. “You know why I’m here. Surely, this wasn’t a surprise.”

  “I definitely went too light on you last night,” Moxtel snapped. “I won’t make the same mistake again.”

  “Do whatever you want with me,” she shot back, “just rescue Brianne.”

  “Why is Brianne more important than you?” Belton wanted to know. “Why sacrifice yourself for the possibility of saving her?”

  Lorna glanced at him, concerned that he was mocking her. But his expression had calmed and he pulled his hand out of her hair.

  “Brie is young and innocent, not like me. Captivity will crush her.”

  Belton moved in front of her, his hands locked behind his back. “How did you send the message? Where is the communications device?”

  “The implant is behind my ear, but the nano-bots are all through my brain by now. They can’t be removed without killing me.” She wanted to say more, wanted to tell them both exactly what she thought of them and their culture of violence and servitude, but they were already angry. Provoking them was unwise.

  “We might not be able to remove them, but we can sure as hells disable them.” Moxtel looked at Belton. “I’ll be right back.” Moxtel stomped to the door, then paused. “If you play with her while I’m gone, don’t let her come.”

  “Oh, it will be a long, long time before she earns that privilege again,” Belton assured him.

  Dread tightened Lorna’s insides. She already ached, had from the instant they walked into the cabin. She hated that she needed them, but that didn’t make the longing any less real.

  Silence descended as Moxtel left the cabin. She wasn’t sure how he planned to disable her comm-cluster, wasn’t sure she wanted to know.

  Belton stroked her cheek with the back of his fingers, the touch surprisingly gentle. She tentatively raised her gaze, not understanding the shift in his mood. “My translator is part of the comm-cluster,” she pointed out, making sure her tone and expression were respectful. “If he disables it, I might not be able to speak with you.”

  “Don’t worry, pet.” Belton leaned down and brushed his lips against hers, the teasing hint of a kiss as surprising as his earlier caress. “If the Ventori translator fails, we’ll give you one of ours.”

  She didn’t argue, didn’t want to disrupt his affectionate mood. Still, the thought of having more alien technology floating around inside her body was unsettling.

  He grasped her upper arms and pulled her to her feet, his gaze searching hers. His expression was ravenous yet conflicted. “I held you in my arms all night, aching to bury myself inside you.” He guided her hands to his chest, then ran his hands all over her body. “I wanted to take my time today.” He stroked her breasts, teasing her nipples with light pinches and careful twists. “I wanted to touch and taste you for hours before I fucked your soft, wet pussy.” He lifted her as if she weighed nothing and caught one of her nipples between his lips. He licked and sucked while she dangled from his hands.

  Lorna wiggled and arched, unable to avoid his hungry lips and swirling tongue. He switched to the other side, sucking hard enough to make her moan. She dropped her head back, surrendering to the strange sensations. She felt weightless, yet helpless; ravaged, yet adored.

  When he’d had his fill of her sensitive nipples, he lowered her feet to the floor. “Wider.”

  She didn’t move fast enough, so he kicked her feet farther apart and slipped his hand between her thighs. She gasped, then shivered as he drove two of his fingers up inside her and rubbed against her clit with the palm of his hand. Her inner muscles squeezed and her clit throbbed, pleasure swirling through her like a sensory tornado.

  “Don’t you come,” Belton growled out, face buried in her hair. “We control your pleasure. If I want you to wait, you will wait.”

  “Yes, Sir.” She twisted her hips, trying to pull away from his teasing fingers.

  He spanked her bare ass with his free hand as he thrust his fingers deep into her pussy. “Stand still. If I want to play with your pussy, you let me.”

  She clenched her fists, but she stopped squirming. Belton adjusted his hand so he could rub her clit with his thumb, and she tensed then whimpered. “Sir, I know you’re just killing time. May I please know what punishment you intend for me?”

  “Do you deserve punishment?”

  His tone and expression were so controlled that she wasn’t sure which answer would please him.

  His hand stopped moving, fingers still inside her. “Honesty is always the correct choice with me.”

  Unnerved by the perceptiveness of his advice, she looked away. “Are you empathic too?”

  He caressed her face with his free hand, but his voice remained cold. “Your expressions are easy to read. Now answer my question.”

  Rather than the dramatic excuses rattling around inside her adrenaline-charged mind, she told him the truth. “I’m here to help rescue my sister. Passing on information is crucial to that goal.”

  He slipped his hand out from between her thighs and chuckled. The sound was warm enough to make her look up in time to see him lick his fingers. “I’m not sure that qualifies as an answer. Try again.”

  That had been her motivation, but she was his... Even in her mind, she was loath to use the word slave. “If the signal was detected by someone else, then he knows, and the commander probably knows. My behavior reflects badly on you and Master. For that reason, it was wrong.”

  He framed her face with his hands, stroking her lips with his thumbs. Her scent clung to his skin, reminding her that her body was his to touch whenever he chose to touch her. “Do you want me to paddle your naughty little ass? I spank much harder than Moxtel.”

  She shook her head, but her pussy ached for a more substantial penetration. “It would make me come, and then I’d be in trouble with Mox—with Master.”

  A wicked smile parted his blue-black lips, making his brutally handsome features even more appealing. Moxtel’s intensity came in sudden bursts, while Belton smoldered. She didn’t know which was more dangerous. “I have a better idea,” he told her. “You’re going to get on my bed and spread those legs wide, so I can lick your sweet pussy. You won’t be able to come, of course, but I want your taste in my mouth while I punish you.”

  She loved oral, giving and receiving, but only if she were allowed to come. She was already halfway to orgasm. This would be torture. “Yes, Sir.” She turned toward the bed, but he caught her arm and turned her back around.

  “I wasn’t finished explaining my plan.” The cruel gleam in his gaze was familiar now. The color deepened and the sheen intensified whenever he was anticipating something particularly wicked. Had the Skarilians caused this inner darkness or had Belton been born with it? Either way, it fueled something equally dark in her. “As soon as Moxtel returns, I’m going to fuck your puckered little hole. I’d planned to prepare you, stretch you slowly over the next few days. Instead, this is going to hurt, as any punishment should. But you’re not only going to allow it, you’re also going to beg for it like a good little slut.”

  Intense desire washed over her entire body, yet her mind was horrified at his cruelty and her irrational response to it. Her nipples tingled, and her pussy fluttered as she whispered, “Yes, Sir.” Heat cascaded through her abdomen and tears flooded her eyes. Why couldn’t she keep her emotions under control when Belton touched her? Moxtel made her rebellious and feisty. Belton made her want to cry.

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p; “Sit on the end of the bed, bend your knees, and spread those legs wide. I want to see everything clearly. Your sensitive clit, soft pink cunt, and the puckered little hole that’s about to give me so much pleasure.”

  Each graphic word only stoked the fires already raging inside her. She wanted to display herself for Belton, feel his mouth and fingers, and especially his cock, filling any opening he desired. She positioned herself on the edge of the bed, knees drawn up, legs open. She felt his hard stare on her every step of the way. For a moment she just sat there with her body on display, staring at the wall beyond her master.

  Belton ambled toward the bed, then knelt on the floor and slipped his hands under her bare behind. “I like you like this. Open and ready for whatever I want to do to you.”

  The position was awkward and humiliating, which was what he wanted, of course. What she wanted, too if she were honest enough to admit it. She wanted to let go, to surrender completely and just exist in the moment, accepting whatever her masters chose to give her. But Belton and Moxtel were ruthless mercenaries that kidnapped and enslaved human females. Tension wrapped around her chest and spiraled through her abdomen, making her pussy tighten. Fear was a powerful aphrodisiac. Almost as powerful as pain.

  Belton traced her slit with his tongue, his passion-bright gaze boring into hers. “Who does this pussy belong to, Lorna?”

  “You, Sir. You and Master.” She ached so badly, a tear slipped from the corner of her eye.

  With his gaze still locked with hers, he circled her clit with the tip of his tongue, making her startle and moan. “Is this clit mine?”

  “Yes, Sir.” Her thighs clenched as he lightly sucked on the sensitive nub. She held the backs of her knees, keeping her legs open. Her body belonged to him. He could do whatever he wanted. She’d used the idea often in her fantasies, but now it was a literal fact. She was his slave, his property, his to use—and punish whenever he liked. Pushing two of his fingers into her core, he fucked her while he lightly licked her clit. She moaned and trembled, so damn close to orgasm. “Please Sir, I really need to come,” she warned. “I’m not sure I can stop.”

  “You can and you will,” Moxtel said firmly from his position in the doorway between the bedroom and living room.

  She whimpered, closing her eyes as she fought back the surge of pleasure. She hadn’t heard him return. How could these two move so silently? They were both huge. And one of those ‘huge’ males was going to shove his cock deep into her ass. The daunting thought backed off her arousal, allowing the impending orgasm to dissipate.

  “Don’t mind me,” Moxtel said to Belton as he moved up beside him. Belton continued to play with her pussy, while Moxtel felt behind her ears, likely searching for the implant. She flinched when he found the healing wound, and he muttered, “There it is.”

  She didn’t say a word, did her best to ignore them both. But Moxtel’s face was inches from hers and Belton was damn good with his mouth. Belton took her right to the brink of orgasm then paused just long enough to let the sensations fizzle before he started teasing her again.

  Moxtel angled her head to the side, then held her hair up with one hand while he pressed a smallish device directly over the implant. “This is going to sting, but it will be over quickly.”

  “I won’t make the same promise,” Belton grinned, withdrawing his slick fingers from her core as he licked her juices off his lips. “I’m going to make it last as long as possible.” He stared into her eyes as he slid his hand lower.

  Lorna tensed. His thumb abandoned her clit and sank into her pussy as his fingers began to tease her other opening.

  Belton suddenly looked at Moxtel, and she wondered if they were communicating. A sharp burst of pain stabbed into her head at exactly the same time Belton pushed his fingers into her ass. She cried out, arching her back and twisting her head, attempting to escape both sensations. Moxtel fisted her hair, and Belton pressed his hand against her belly, trapping her in place.

  Belton’s fingers glided in and out of her ass while Motel made several adjustments to the device in his hand. Her head throbbed, and her bottom felt invaded. Belton wasn’t hurting her, but she knew it was a pale foreshadowing of what he was about to do. And having Moxtel standing there watching it all made the aggressive act even more humiliating.

  “I’d apologize for the discomfort, but you’ve earned a little pain,” Moxtel muttered, pulling the device away from her head.

  “More than a little,” Belton countered, thrusting his fingers even deeper. “You’re reacting to our words, so I presume you can still understand us.”

  “Yes, Sir.” His fingers stayed inside her now, twisting and stretching, preparing her for more, a whole hell of a lot more.

  “It’s time,” Belton told her. “Lay back, my naughty little slave, but keep your legs up. In fact, put your feet flat against my chest.”

  Moxtel steadied her as she lowered her back to the bed, then he grabbed the pillows from both their beds and said, “Raise your hips.”

  She used Belton’s chest for leverage, and the motion lifted her almost off his fingers. He responded with a fast, hard thrust, and she moaned. Moxtel quickly arranged the pillows beneath her, then stepped back. She reluctantly relaxed onto the pillows, her hips now raised and angled for better access.

  “Have you ever been ass-fucked before?” Belton stared into her eyes as his fingers slid in and out.

  “Once. A long time ago,” she admitted.

  “Good. I want you to suffer while I discipline you.” He pulled his fingers out and reached for the front of his pants.

  Desire detonated like a bomb. She closed her eyes, frantically fighting off the orgasm threatening to overtake her. Belton wanted to hurt her and wasn’t ashamed to admit it. She’d never found anything so arousing. Something inside her stirred to life, a sudden yearning to soothe him. He was in pain, and she wanted to know why. She needed to comfort him regardless of what she must endure in the process.

  “Please.” The word slipped out as a breathless whisper.

  “Please what, pet?” Belton slowly pushed into her sopping wet pussy. “Tell me what you want, and it’s yours.”

  He was long and substantial, making her pussy feel stuffed. How could she possibly want him to shove that monster into her ass? It was irrational. And still, she heard herself saying, “I want what you said.” She knew he’d make her say it make her beg—like a good little slut. How she loved and hated that word. She wasn’t promiscuous. In fact, she’d chosen her past lovers very carefully.

  “Talk to me, sweet human. I want specifics.” He rocked his hips, teasing her with his cock because she knew he had no intention of letting her enjoy it.

  “Fuck my ass, Sir. Stretch me wide.” Then helplessly, she added, “Hurt me.” She heard her own words and shivered. What the hell was wrong with her? She was debasing herself, begging to be used, to be hurt.

  And they weren’t just words. She’d never wanted anything so badly in her life.

  Belton caught the backs of her knees and pushed her legs up and out. Her hips rolled upward, positioning her ass for the taking while immobilizing her torso with the weight of her legs. Her heart beat frantically, but she could barely breathe. Excitement and dread played tug-of-war with her emotions, leaving her weak and trembling.

  Slowly pulling out of her core, Belton adjusted the angle of his hips and positioned himself against her other entrance. Lorna watched his face, mesmerized by the savagery of his features. His teeth were clenched, eyes gleaming with lust and conflict. He was using her willing body to exorcise some personal demon. This was discipline for her, but it was cathartic for him.

  Moxtel moved closer, his expression nearly as ferocious as Belton’s “Do it, brother,” he urged. “Punish that dirty little hole.”

  Belton’s fingers tightened on her legs as he pushed against her puckered opening. Her muscles resisted for a moment, then gradually spread, submitting to his determination. The stretching sensation escal
ated to burn and then sharp stinging.

  She cried out. “It really hurts.”

  “You want this to hurt as much as I do.” He continued his merciless entry, offering her no reprieve. “Accept this and it won’t hurt—as badly.”

  Wider and wider she spread until his broad tip slipped inside. She sobbed once then went perfectly still. She slowed her breathing and relaxed into the pain, going limp, accepting his chosen form of discipline. He pushed deeper, claiming more. She took it, welcoming him inside her tightest passage with complete surrender.

  “Good girl,” he whispered, eyes warm with something suspiciously like affection.

  “Yes, Sir.” Her voice changed, sounding dreamy as she let go of her last inhibition. She stared into his eyes, but all she saw was a blur of purple. She floated numb yet energized, euphoric yet utterly relaxed.

  He drove his entire length into her bottom. “You are mine, and I will never let you go.”

  The fierce vow penetrated her blissful head space, drawing her back for just a moment, and then she was floating again.

  “Gods, that’s hot,” Moxtel muttered, moving to a better angle to watch Belton’s long cock sliding in and out of her ass.

  Belton shifted her ankles to his shoulders and grasped her hips as he found a long, steady rhythm. “Mox, rub her clit and tease her nipples. I want to feel her come around my cock.”

  With obvious enthusiasm, Moxtel reached between her thighs with one hand and stroked her clit. His other hand pinched and pulled on her nipples, working the sensitive flesh into tight little peaks. When that didn’t seem to satisfy him, he bent and used his mouth, sucking and nibbling until Lorna gasped and moaned.

  Belton continued to fuck her ass, pulling nearly out then thrusting in hard. His pelvis slapped her butt cheeks as his cock staked its claim with each hard penetration.

  She cried out and tightened her inner muscles, responding the only way she could. The sting receded, leaving overwhelming fullness and the inescapable slide of his long shaft. Moxtel’s skilled fingers and demanding mouth were making her even wetter. She could feel the warm slickness spreading lower, lubricating Belton’s cock. Soon he slid smoothly, and her punishment became a reward.