Trained for Their Use

by Ivy Barrett

  Next he moved between her legs and panic brought her head and shoulders up off the bed. Was he going to clamp her clit? She knew that was done, but her clit was much more sensitive than her nipples.

  He glanced up from her sex and smiled. “This one is different. This is about trust, remember. Nothing I do will harm you.”

  Hurt but not harm. The nipple clamps certainly fit that description. They’d hurt like hell when he first applied them, but now they were more of an arousing irritant.

  She relaxed back onto the bed as he bent his head between her legs. There was no denying she loved the way it felt when he caressed her with his mouth. But this time, pleasure was not his goal. He attacked her clit with fast, hard suction, propelling her to the edge of orgasm faster than she’d thought possible. She cried out and twisted her hips, afraid to come without permission, but he pulled back half a second before the sensations exploded.

  Then she felt something cool encircle her clit and gradually tighten. The pressure grew and grew, sending darts of pleasure-pain all through her abdomen. She tossed her head and bucked, afraid of how much she liked it. “Please, Master, that’s too much!”

  He looked up, still licking her juices off his lips. “Are you sure? I think you can take it, and more.”

  The tightening had stopped, but her clit felt inflamed, over-sensitized. She took several deep breaths and reassessed. He was right. She could take this and probably a bit more. “You’re right, Master. The intensity is easing. I’m all right.”

  “You’re more than all right, Amanda. You’re amazing. It pleases me very much to watch you accept these new sensations.” He leaned back down and rewarded her with several tender licks. He avoided her clit, but teased her pucker with his finger as his mouth soothed her folds. “Are you ready for your punishment now?”

  Punishment? She looked at him, eyes wide and disbelieving.

  He chuckled. “Surely, you didn’t think the clamps were all you’ve earned?”

  That was exactly what she’d thought, or maybe hoped.

  He moved to the cabinets inset in the wall on the far side of the bed and slid one open. She wasn’t surprised to find a variety of disciplinary implements hanging there: whips and belts, floggers and paddles, even a thick leather-like strap.

  She didn’t plead for mercy, knew that would only frustrate him. She either trusted him not to harm her or she didn’t. Right now she was leaning toward didn’t.

  After studying his choices for a moment, he picked up a multi-strand flogger. He closed the compartment, then sifted the strands through his fingers, showing her that the black material was soft and supple, like velvet or maybe silk. His choice gave her hope. How badly could silk strands hurt? Then she thought about where he would likely flog her. She was lying on her back, so he obviously intended to use it on her front.

  She caught her lower lip between her teeth as he approached the bed, absently swinging the flogger. The strands made a swishing sound and his features had fallen back into an expressionless mask.

  “You have permission to come. You likely won’t be able to control it, if this works as well as I suspect it will. I don’t suppose you’ve ever been flogged before?”

  “No, Sir-err Master.”

  “Sir is fine. You’ve been wonderfully obedient.”

  Because you gave me no other choice. The angry thought brought her up short. Was that why he’d restrained her, to make it easier for her to obey?

  Her thoughts were still racing when the flogger connected with her breast. She cried out, more from surprise than pain, but the second lash was harder, more painful. Sensation rushed through her chest and her nipples pulsed wildly.

  He swung again, catching the underside of one breast and then the other. She cried out again, feeling wild and restless. She needed… something she didn’t yet understand. He kept swinging the flogger, his strokes controlled, yet real. This wasn’t meant to tease. It was meant to hurt. She’d been disobedient when she had promised to obey. She’d complained and cried when she had promised to trust. Now she was paying the price for her wrongdoings.

  The lashes danced across her abdomen, hips, and sides. Fire darted off in all directions. Her core convulsed and her clit twitched, echoing the rhythm of her frantically beating heart. His warning that she wouldn’t be able to control her reaction started to make sense. Emotions crashed down upon her and surged within her, forced to the surface by the pain. She’d been angry for so long, angry at her father for endangering her and angry at herself for not turning him in before things spiraled out of control. Her head swam and lights flickered before her eyes. And each swing of the flogger made her feel less connected to reality.

  He trailed the strands down one thigh, then up the other. “Are you close, hellcat? You’re soaking wet. I think you’re about to come.”

  “I don’t know.” She was panting so hard the words distorted. “I feel really strange.”

  “Endorphins. Your mind has been flooded with them. Don’t fight it, just let yourself go.”

  His words confused her, until he swung the flogger again. The strands hit the inside of one thigh, and then the other, then back to the first. He moved closer and closer to his target as anticipation tightened inside her.

  She held her breath, waiting for first contact with her vulnerable sex. He swung his arm and the strands peppered her pussy with stinging bursts of sensation. She gasped, then screamed as he swatted her again and again. Soon her mound burned and her core clenched so hard her entire abdomen contracted. An orgasm hit her with his fourth careful swat and reality shattered.

  She screamed and screamed, not caring if the entire ship heard her. Sensations pulsed through her, making her thrash wildly within the restraints. She’d never felt anything like it. Her spirit burst free from her body and soared through a realm of pure sensation. There were no thoughts, no worries, just blissful pain and complete surrender.

  When she finally recovered enough to comprehend her surroundings, she found Loax once again between her thighs, gently licking her pussy. The clit clamp was gone, she realized as his tongue gently circled the abused nub.

  He glanced up and smiled, lips and chin shiny from her wetness. “Welcome back.”

  “That was…”

  “That, sweet love, was subspace. It won’t always happen, but it’s pretty spectacular when it does.”

  She just nodded, too overwhelmed to form a coherent reply.

  He moved to her side then hesitated. “They’ll hurt worse coming off than they did going on, so try not to fight it.”

  Still floaty from her orgasm, she closed her eyes. The pressure on her nipple released and then searing pain rushed in, blazing through her afterglow with consuming intensity. “That hurts,” she yelled. “It really, really hurts!” He massaged her breast and sucked on her nipple until most of the pain subsided. She still felt the throb of her pulse in the tip of her breast. “Just leave the other one on. I can hardly feel it anymore.”

  “Which means it needs to come off right now. We’ve restricted the blood flow for too long.” He moved to the other side of the bed and released the nipple clamp.

  Knowing what to expect made the pain a little more bearable, but only a little. She twisted and arched, desperately needing to rub her sore chest. Loax soothed her again, but she still wanted to rub them. “Will you please release me, Sir?”

  “I will, but we’re going to talk about what’s bothering you. All of it.”

  She didn’t want to talk. She wanted to curl up in a ball and cry herself to sleep. The flogging left her feeling emotionally raw and vulnerable. She wasn’t ready to share these thoughts and emotions with her alien master. He already held too much power over her.

  He released the restraints and helped her sit, then climbed onto the bed and pulled her into his lap. “Talk to me, Amanda. Why did you start crying in the first place? You knew I wouldn’t harm you.”

  She sighed. Her moral hang-ups
weren’t his problem. He and Rentar had made their offer in good faith. She was the one who had been dishonest when she’d signed the contract. “I know it was my choice, but I’m having trouble accepting what I’ve done.”

  His eyes narrowed on her face, the red lines significantly brighter than the field of black. “What do you mean? Surely sharing pleasure with two males is not that uncommon on Earth.”

  “That’s not what I meant.” There was no polite way to explain, so she just blurted it out. “I was taught that sex is sinful, that only depraved sluts enjoy it like I’ve been enjoying it with you. And anal.” She shook her head. “That’s for perverts and child molesters.”

  His black eyebrows drew together over his nose. “You said you were taught these things. Do you still believe them?”

  “I try not to, but each time I come I feel so guilty, so ashamed.”

  He took her face between his hands and kissed her deeply, communicating in a language older than the spoken word. He soothed her, calmed her, and made her feel adored. It seemed irrational that the man who’d just chastised her so ruthlessly would now comfort her, but she welcomed the affection, needed it as badly as she’d needed the pain.

  “There is no shame in anything we do as long as all three of us are willing,” he stressed, looking deep into her eyes. “I know we’re pushing your boundaries, but there is so much potential locked inside you. It’s extremely hard to resist.”

  It felt so good to be reassured, especially by Loax. She opened up a little more. “Accepting money for having sex with you and Rentar makes me feel like a prostitute.”

  “Nonsense.” He waved away her concern. “It makes you a carnal companion.”

  “I don’t see the difference. They’re both selling their bodies, which is the literal definition of a whore.”

  “But we want much more from you than access to your delectable body. We want to return from work each day and be welcomed by a smiling female. We want to share meals and spend time with you. We want a companion.” Shadows filled his gaze as he added, “We want to feel normal once more, to pretend, even for a time, that our old world still exists.” He surprised her even more when he kissed her again, so tenderly this time that it left her shaken. “I don’t think of you as my whore and I’ll beat the shit out of anyone who treats you with anything but respect.”

  It didn’t silence her conscience entirely, but it definitely helped ease the sting. “Thank you. That’s really sweet.”

  “Sweet? Me?” He laughed, then slapped her lightly on the hip. “I’ll have to try harder. Now back on your hands and knees.”

  She tensed. He still intended to train her?

  Trust. This was about trust. He’d promised not to harm her, to take care of her. And the concept tempted her greatly. Never before had she encountered anyone interested in her wellbeing, much less determined to keep her safe and make her happy. She’d been on her own since her grandmother died, maybe not physically, but emotionally. It would be so nice just to relax and let life happen, safe in the knowledge that these two warriors would fight her battles for her. She’d already had the strongest orgasms of her life with Loax and Rentar. They wanted to control her pleasure. All she had to do was let go.

  “Is there a problem?”

  “No, Sir.” She crawled to the edge of the bed then turned around and assumed his favorite position, on her hands and knees, ass in the air. Her nipples throbbed painfully as her breasts hung down, so she lowered her shoulders and pressed her breasts against the bedding. The throbbing subsided considerably.

  “Sore?”

  “Yes, Sir. Or more like super sensitive.”

  “We have an ointment that will help. I’ll go get it as soon as we finish this.”

  Finish training her ass, so she could take a long, thick cock in her back passage while another long, thick cock filled her pussy. She shivered, but couldn’t honestly say if it was dread or anticipation. Loax had a way of making her enjoy things that shouldn’t have been enjoyable. Like spankings and floggings—and anal play?

  He moved the mesh box to his nightstand, but blocked her view with his body. Apparently, he didn’t want her to know what came next. Despite her squeamishness, she wasn’t completely ignorant. Curiosity had led her to websites and blog posts explaining the pleasures and hazards of anal play. He was preparing some sort of butt plug, hopefully with lots of lube.

  “Relax.” He moved directly behind her. “You accepted your punishment without argument or complaint, so I’m going to make sure this feels really good.”

  She couldn’t imagine how that was possible, but wasn’t about to start arguing now.

  He stroked her upturned bottom, squeezing softly, then caressing again. “The redness has already faded. Shall I spank you some more?”

  “No. I mean, please no, Sir. I’ve had quite enough discipline for one night.”

  He chuckled and continued the light massage. “I agree.”

  One of his hands stayed on her bottom, while the other eased between her thighs. What had he done with the toy? If it was on the bed, she might be able to sneak a peek at it.

  “You’re still very wet.” He pushed two fingers into her core and began a leisurely fucking. “How’s that feel?”

  The butt plug forgotten, she concentrated on the blissful slide of his long fingers. “It would feel better if it were your cock.” The admission surprised her. Even if it were true, why had she told him? Because he makes you want all sorts of things you shouldn’t want.

  While his fingers slid smoothly in and out of her pussy, he smeared something cool and slick over her puckered opening. He circled the virgin opening with what felt like his thumb, stimulating her nerve endings and lubricating her flesh. When she was nice and slippery, he eased the object through the persistent ring of muscle.

  “Breathe, Amanda. You’re holding your breath.”

  She let out the breath she hadn’t realized she was holding, then sucked in another. “Please, Sir, stop with your other hand. I want to concentrate on what you’re doing.”

  “Stop this?” He moved his fingers in and out of her pussy. “Or stop this?” He slid his thumb deeper into her ass.

  She groaned as the forbidden pressure increased. “The first. I need to process what you’re doing with your thumb.”

  He chuckled softly, the sound rich and sexy. “That’s not my thumb. It’s a small cylinder that will help open you gradually.”

  “Your fingers are distracting.”

  “Fair enough.” He slowly pulled his fingers out of her core and moved his hand to her hip. Then he went back to what he was doing between her ass cheeks. Eased by a lubricant, the mystery cylinder slid in and out, in and out. For a long time he just let her feel the slide.

  She rested her cheek on her folded arms and closed her eyes. Lying to herself was something she tried never to do, and she had to admit this felt nice, undeniably erotic and nice.

  “Do you like that?”

  “I shouldn’t, but I do. It makes me want to do this.” She rocked her hips, countering each motion and taking the cylinder deeper into her back passage.

  “Stop moving for a second. I’m going to make it bigger.”

  She froze, unsure how that was accomplished. Her eyes opened, though she couldn’t see what he was doing. He pushed the device deep, then made an adjustment, and the cylinder expanded, growing longer and thicker.

  “Oh, I can really feel it now.” Her body stretched tight around the device. The pressure wasn’t yet painful, but it was close.

  “Hold still, love. I’ll add more lubricant.” He carefully pulled back on the cylinder and applied more gel. Tingles erupted as his finger circled her anus, now stretched tight around the training aid.

  “Oh,” she shivered. “That feels so… naughty.”

  “I can work with naughty.” He kept touching her even after he resumed the slow push-pull of the toy. It felt odd, yet so stimulating. Her pussy ache
d, her core tensing as if to draw his attention away from his anal fixation.

  “Can you come for me?”

  It was the first time he’d asked rather than commanded. “I don’t know. Can I touch my clit?”

  “No. I want your body to learn new paths to the same destination. Concentrate on my finger and the slide of my cock. I’m going to move faster now.”

  It wasn’t really his cock, of course, but it was easy to pretend. She closed her eyes, focusing entirely on his teasing finger and his cock, filling her, stretching her, taking her as Rentar would eventually take her.

  Her clit twitched as he moved even faster. He was really fucking her now. Pleasure stabbed into her with each inward thrust, then rushed out as he slowly pulled back. It felt so different from vaginal penetration, somehow more invasive. Her passage was tighter so his movements were more distinct. And more exciting.

  She pushed up, taking him deeper, lost in the illusion that it was really Loax deep inside her. She felt wild, savage, free, maybe for the first time in her life. “I want this,” she whispered, amazing herself. “I want you.” Then the rest slipped out before she realized what happened. “I want your cock deep in my ass. Oh, God, how I want it!”

  “Come for me.” He spanked her hard, one side and then the other.

  Shockingly, the unexpected sting was exactly what she needed to send her over the edge. She arched, taking the cylinder as deep as she could while her body convulsed around it. The orgasm was fast and harsh, leaving her drained and wobbly.

  He gently removed the cylinder and she collapsed onto her side. She’d begged him to ass fuck her. Dear God, how would she ever look at him again?

  After setting the device aside, he crawled onto the bed and pressed in close behind her. “You did very well. I’m pleased and Rentar will be thrilled. I promised him that he could go first.”

  A fresh wave of embarrassment warmed her cheeks and urged her to lock herself in the bathroom. They’d talked about who got to fuck her ass first? How humiliating. “Is that why you didn’t… just now?”

  He cupped her breast, squeezing gently. “You’re back to bashful mode? You didn’t have trouble saying the words a few minutes ago. ‘I want your cock deep in my ass.’ Isn’t that what you said?”