“We’ll get nothing useful from her, Rhynn. Not yet.” He reached down, tightened the strap between her legs holding the phallus in place. “We’ll leave her like this for now, Brother, and make our plans.”
He headed for the stairs. Rhynn followed his twin without a word and she heard the door slam.
One by one, she tested the strength of her bonds, then strained against them with all her might. They wouldn’t give. But the slightest motion pressed the strap between her legs tighter against her clit, already swollen and pulsing. When that happened, her pussy spasmed and her bottom contracted around the thick rod inside it, turning her need for release into a frantic hunger.
Cass sagged against the hard wooden bench in defeat and let the tears flow.
Cass
The brothers left her there for what seemed like hours, bound to the wooden bench with the harness keeping the cock-shaped object lodged deep in her bottom. When they finally returned, they untied the ropes and marched her up the stairs and outside, still wearing the leather device. Rhom walked ahead and Rhynn behind her, delivering sharp slaps to her naked bottom if she didn’t move fast enough to suit him.
The swaying motion of her hips when she walked rocked the strap over her clit. Every step shifted the hard phallus inside her bottom, putting it in contact with another spot packed with sensitive nerve endings. The burning heat of the oil had faded, but this fresh torment set off new waves of arousal.
By the time Rhom opened the outside door, she was biting her lip, trying desperately not to climax. Her ardor vanished and she stopped dead in her tracks when she saw what lay in the meadow.
An enormous spacecraft filled the clearing. She was unfamiliar with the design, although from the size of the craft it looked like it was built for distance rather than speed. Admiral Graystone back at the Academy would have described her ship, the Luna, as a panther, capable of lightning-quick maneuvers, but needing regular rest stops to reboot its energy system. This vessel was more like a camel, he’d say, capable of traversing the vast, desolate stretches of the Universe as it relentlessly tracked its prey.
Rhom headed straight for the ship.
“Deliver access.” He delivered the sharp command in Tharan. An opening appeared in the seamless exterior surface and he stepped in.
Behind her, Rhynn prodded her into action. Despite the harness, the phallus had worked itself part way out as she walked along. His firm smack on her behind, directly over the spot where it attached to the apparatus she wore, rammed it back in. A bolt of lust tore through her body and she couldn’t stifle a little cry.
“Inside.” He smacked her again.
Shaking with a mixture of nervousness and arousal, Cass stepped inside the vessel.
Instead of the shiny metal surfaces on the interior of the Luna, this ship had walls and ceiling clad in a textured coating. Pale blue on the walls and a soft shade of cream overhead. Thick charcoal gray matting covered the floor, soft enough to cushion her bare feet.
“We are prepared to leave on your command, Sirs.”
Dense enough to absorb sound as well. Cass whirled around at the voice behind her. She’d never heard anyone coming. She flushed, embarrassed at the thought someone else would see her naked, strapped into the harness.
Cass gave a sigh of relief. The speaker was an android. A machine, incapable of emotional response. It wouldn’t react with shock or derision at her lack of clothing or the shameful device they made her wear.
She took a closer look at the android. Built to resemble the Tharans, it was roughly the same size, with an exterior covering similar in color to their skin tone. Despite its appearance, she knew the moment she’d taken a breath near it that this was a robot. Her heart didn’t pound. Her pussy didn’t dampen with arousal. It didn’t give off those bewitching pheromones.
Rhynn nodded. “Excellent. Take us to the bridge.”
The android inclined its head and headed down a wide passageway.
Her mind raced. She didn’t have to scheme and plot to get off the planet. The twins were taking her away. All she had to do was keep her wits about her. Sooner or later, they’d slip up. She’d be ready. Seize the opportunity to escape.
“Follow the droid.” Rhynn prodded her again, this time pressing the flat of his hand against her lower back. A delicious shiver ran through her. The simple touch of his pheromone-laden palm was more erotic than any caress she’d ever received. She took off after the robot, passing several doors along the way carved from the same dark wood as the bench she’d been tied to. This looked nothing like a ship from the Interstellar Federation. Instead, it reminded her of the building they’d taken her to.
Her Academy training kicked in and she began analyzing the Tharan race. A species capable of creating lifelike androids and a vessel designed for long-range interplanetary travel was far more advanced than she’d given them credit for. Perhaps they found transporting their people in ships designed to feel like home eased the strain of long voyages.
Cass thought it was a great idea. She’d smuggled a few personal possessions on board the Luna to remind her of her quarters back on Earth. A small pillow covered in soft peach silk and a handful of shells she picked up at the beach on her last leave before deployment. Treasures she turned to in times of stress. Nestling her head on the pillow while turning the shells over and over in her hands, like the set of worry beads she’d picked up once in an antique shop.
It was a side of the Tharans she hadn’t seen before. Cass tucked the knowledge away. Maybe if she couldn’t overpower or outwit them, she’d be able to appeal to their softer, more human side to gain her freedom.
They reached the bridge at the bow of the ship. Rhom was already seated on a raised platform overlooking an enormous window wrapped around the entire room, giving a 180’ view. Below the platform, three more bald figures sat with their backs to her in front of control panels, monitoring the ship’s navigation, propulsion, and life support systems. Cass glanced around. She didn’t see any other crew members. A Federation ship this size would require at least a dozen people on the bridge running it.
“The Consolis Sector has picked up a transmission which may be from your ship,” Rhom announced. “We are going in pursuit of it. Your purpose here is to identify your craft. When we find it, you will access the command module and allow us to board. Your comrades will be taken prisoner and hauled before the Tharan Tribunal to pay for their crimes. The Luna will be destroyed.” He gave her a cold stare. “Thanks to my brother, if you cooperate, the Tribunal has decreed your life will be spared.”
Being back on the bridge of an interplanetary vessel triggered Cass’s military training. Despite being naked and strapped into a humiliating device, she lifted her chin and met his eyes.
“I want to see the pirates brought to justice as badly as you do. My crew members are being held captive on the Luna. In addition, the ship is carrying precious cargo, sentient beings they’ve abducted from other worlds to sell in the slave markets. I want your assurance that none of the beings I identify as victims will be harmed.”
“You are in no position to make demands!”
Rhom’s bellow echoed in the huge room. She stared him down, unflinching. “That was not a demand. In hostage situations, demands are negotiable. This is not. I won’t allow myself to be used to bring harm to any more innocent beings. Give me your word - or kill me now.”
“You’ve admitted you taught the marauders to pilot your ship,” he countered. “You entered the command allowing them to land on Tharon. You have shown you cannot be trusted. We have no desire to harm those who have done no wrong. But we will determine who they are. Not you.”
He glanced at his brother and another of those wordless communications passed between them.
“You will be brought to the bridge when we pick up traces of an unknown craft,” Rhynn announced. “Do exactly as you’re told at all times or you’ll be punished.”
Rhom addressed the android accompanying them. “T
ake her to the quarters we prepared. Remove the harness and chain her to the bed.”
Rhynn moved past her to take a seat next to his twin, his expression just as cold. Cass felt a stab of disappointment. It looked as though her care would be turned over to the android from here on out. There’d be no more wicked thrills from the touch of either brother, no matter how harsh it may have been.
The android led her to a makeshift cell, a windowless storage room down one of the long corridors. He chained her ankle to a narrow bed, then unbuckled the harness and grasped the end of the rod, sliding it out of her bottom hole. Without the scent of pheromones to arouse her, she felt nothing but relief, tinged with a flash of disappointment.
At first, she spent all her time there, except when he came to fetch her to the bridge. Though she knew the lifelike android was a robot, she still couldn’t get used to calling the creature “it.” Not when he looked and sounded so much like the twins.
The first time the android came to get her, he brought along clothes for her to wear. Black pants like the ones the twins wore and a blue shirt. Cut to fit a Tharan, the pants simply fell off her. The shirt that hugged every rippling muscle on the twins engulfed her, drooping to mid-calf, so she gave up on the idea of trying to hold the pants up and wore the shirt like a shapeless dress. Even with the cuffs rolled up over and over, the sleeves dangled below her hands. She tried asking for scissors or a knife to cut them shorter, but the android either hadn’t been programmed to understand English or he was instructed not to engage in conversation with her. He motioned to the door. She sighed and stepped into the corridor.
They passed two other Tharans on the way to the bridge. Identical twins, just like the brothers who captured her. They looked her over, expressionless.
She caught a hint of pheromones as they passed her, but this time she didn’t have the powerful reaction. Good. Maybe it had been a one-time thing she reasoned, triggered by the rush of adrenaline in her system when the brothers caught up with her. She’d experienced so many traumatic events in such a short time. The beating, the discovery of slaughtered villagers, then her flight through the swamp. Not to mention a narrow escape from death in the jaws of those reptilian monsters. The twins looked human enough that when they appeared right afterward, the primitive part of her brain had responded to their masculinity with a surge of sexual arousal, just as her Academy professor predicted.
The moment she stepped onto the bridge her theory evaporated. A hot flush poured over her. Her body responding to them, even before her brain registered their scent. The impact even stronger this time. They stood side by side in front of the enormous wall of glass. Looking bigger, more powerful than they did before. Her heart thudded against her ribs, remembering the wild heat of their bodies against hers when they were skin to skin.
She was so attuned to them she knew the moment they became aware of her presence as well. Neither twin moved, but their bodies stiffened and she saw their nostrils flare. At the same time, the aroma of the male pheromones they gave off ramped up a notch.
They were as powerfully attracted to her as she was to them. She’d been such a physical and emotional wreck when they found her, she hadn’t really taken in that fact. Cass tucked away the scrap of information. She might be able to use it to her advantage when planning her escape.
Rhom finally turned and ran his eyes over her. Her nipples tightened immediately, tiny peaks evident through the thin fabric of the shirt. He frowned as though she’d done it on purpose, then pointed to her bare legs. “Why are you not wearing the black garment?”
“The pants were too large. I couldn’t keep them up.”
Beside her, the android made a snort she would have identified as a muffled laugh had it come from a human. She gave him a suspicious glance. He stared ahead, impassive.
“We will rectify that. In the future, you will not leave your quarters unless your entire body is covered.”
Quarters? Cass almost snorted at that herself. Calling the windowless storeroom where they chained her to a narrow cot her “quarters” was a stretch of the imagination. His remark was an order rather than a question, so she made no response.
“Sit here.” He pointed to a spot at one of the control bays. “We have picked up a transmission from an unknown class of vessel. You will monitor it for as long as it takes to either identify it as your ship or rule it out.”
Cass tamped down a shot of elation. She’d been locked in her “quarters” for days. She’d drag this out as long as possible. Use the opportunity to gather all the information she could.
Within the first few minutes, she knew the transmission weren’t coming from the Luna. Still, she pretended to study the data carefully, while making mental notes of her surroundings. At least four crew members were on deck at all times. Every male she’d seen on the ship so far had an identical twin, even the cyborg with a glowing disc under his shirt where his left nipple would have been. Those two were easy to tell apart. His twin was a mirror image, with the glowing disc in place of his right nipple.
Rhom turned away but Rhynn kept a close eye on her, scowling now and them. She pretended not to notice. Finally, he came over and started to speak. She held up a hand to silence him and adjusted the controls on the headset she wore as though engrossed in her work.
He grabbed her by the arm. “Enough.” He jerked his head toward the crew member to her right. “Dru already identified the ship. It’s a rogue, a freighter captained by a small band of rebels who escaped when Neron was invaded by their neighboring planet.” His eyes narrowed. “But you knew that. We’ve been monitoring your headset. You’ve been scanning other frequencies for the last hour.”
“I thought I heard…”
He yanked her out of her seat. “Don’t lie to me, Earther. It will only make the punishment you’ve earned more severe.”
Though his words sent a stab of fear through her, it was accompanied by an even stronger wave of lust. She’d been half mad with hunger for their touch ever since she set foot on the bridge. The heat from Rhynn’s huge hand wrapped around her arm seared her, even through her shirt. The cloud of pheromones wafting around him sent her pulse racing. Would he spank her again? She imagined his hard palm connecting with her bare bottom like it did before, igniting a fire that spread deep inside.
He marched her out of the flight deck and down the corridors to her cell without another word, never letting go of her arm. When they reached it, he propelled her inside, locked the door, and leaned against it with his arms folded across his chest.
“I begged my brother to give you a chance to redeem yourself. Instead you tried to deceive us. You made me look like a fool.” Rhynn raked her up and down, his blue eyes as cold as the ocean depths. He uncrossed his arms and took a step forward, rolling up his sleeves. “Take off that shirt.”
“Please. Let me explain.”
“There is nothing you can say. Take off the shirt and bend over the bed with your ass high in the air. The longer you delay, the longer your punishment will go on.”
His arrogant command set off a riot of emotions inside her. Anger and embarrassment warred with shocking arousal. She took her shirt off slowly, facing him the entire time, and was rewarded with a flash of heat in his eyes. Still, her legs were shaking as she stepped to the edge of the bed and draped her upper body over it.
Cass
She bent over at the waist and laid her head on the mattress, her body trembling. She’d never been ordered to present herself for punishment before. When they found her in the swamp, they’d simply tossed her over their shoulders and whacked her bottom without warning. Later, with the vela, she’d been tied down, unable to move. She tensed, waiting for the crack of his palm against her backside, the burning pain.
He didn’t move. This was far worse than what they’d done in the past. Making her offer her body this way, then prolonging the torment. Every second she held the position felt like an hour. What was he waiting for? She dared not glance behind her and risk
angering him further.
WHACK
She bolted upright in surprise.
One hand gripped her hair, shoving her head back down. “You will stay in position.” He stepped back and smacked her again. Once. Twice. Swift wallops that left her gasping for breath.
Shock at the speed and intensity masked the pain for a few seconds and she registered only a sharp sting. On the third whack, the sting became a lick of fire. She jerked away automatically, twisting her body to avoid the next swat.
He leaned over her, his voice low and menacing. “I told you to stay in position. If you move again, I will tie you down, strap the rod back into your ass, and whip you twice as hard as before with the vela.”
She shuddered, her mind recalling the searing pain from the thin leather cords. It was followed by a bolt of raw lust rocketing through her body as she relived the wicked thrill she’d felt when he breeched the tight entrance of her rear passage and slid the thick hard rod into her, inch by inch.
Cass forced herself to straighten her legs and bend forward, burying her face in the mattress. He spanked her slowly, methodically, pausing after each stern whack as though daring her to squirm away again. She willed her body to take his punishment without flinching, panting as she struggled to stay in control. His pheromones grew more potent as he went on. With every breath, she drew them in. Every lash of his open palm ground them from his skin into her bare bottom, sent wicked cravings sizzling through her.
Pain and pleasure blurred, until one was indistinguishable from the other. Cass moaned as he whacked her again. This alien was her enemy. She should hate him for what he was doing. Instead, she found herself arching her back, thrusting her bottom higher in the air for his next smack.
She’d always been a strong woman. In control. A commander in the Interstellar Federation, for God’s sake. She should be fighting back, no matter what the consequences might be. But there was something compelling about choosing to submit to his power. His dominance. It awoke wild, savage needs inside her she’d never felt before. Her rational mind shut off. Sight and sound faded, leaving only a raging heat, flaring hotter with every whack he delivered. So lost, she didn’t realize he’d stopped until she heard the door close behind him.
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