by Sara Fields
She didn’t have long to focus on the frantic moans that sounded in the long wing, as she was brought to another room at the end of the hall. Looking around, she took in the sterile feeling of the space before her, the whitewashed walls and tile floor stark and simple. On one side of the room was a clear glass window, with a door leading into a small seating area, a viewing area for whatever sorts of things happened in this wing of the detainment center. She gulped, nervousness causing her muscles to tremble with fear. Having no choice or control over what was to happen to her next was a heady thought and her heart began to pound in her chest.
Next, the men laid her on a padded table and strapped her into place, angling her legs to each edge of it. The table was wide, her ankles spread far apart on either side of her hips. Her arms were stretched up to the top corners and her wrists were bound above her head. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t escape their hold and the leather straps creaked as the men tightened them. Her hands flexing, she realized she could move them just a little, the cuffs just tight enough to hold her in place and not allow escape but not snug enough to hurt her. Her feet were tied very much the same, enabling her to move just enough so that she could point her toes if she wanted to, or keep them relaxed on the table.
With a shaky breath, she watched one of them, Guard Miller—the one who had spanked her on that very first day—as he pulled a knife out of a compartment on his belt. He clicked it open as her eyes grew wide, her vision glued to the silver metal as it drew near her.
“Please don’t,” she whined as he purposely strode over toward her. Her heartbeat raced as the knife drew closer, the metal stroking against the fabric of her shirt achingly slowly. The material strained under the sharp edge as the blade pressed at her collarbone, down between her breasts and across her stomach. She should have been scared, but something within her told her not to be. As her chest heaved, Miller brought the knife back up to her neck and angled it a hair away from her, slicing through the cloth of her pale blue institution wardrobe without much effort. Her nipples pebbled when he peeled back the first layer, revealing her bra-covered breasts to the room. With quick work, he divested her of the remains of her shirt and began to work on the cloth pants that covered her legs. Before long, she lay strapped to the table in nothing but her bra and panties.
“The warden ordered that you be naked. Your suitor will arrive first thing in the morning and Taylor wants to make sure you will be on your best behavior when he arrives.”
With not another word, the guard sliced through the center of her bra, freeing her heavy breasts to the air. Her nipples hardened even further and her thighs began to quiver. She pressed her eyes shut when she felt a drip of moisture slide down her folds into her panties. Completely topless now, she moaned when he sliced through the sides of her underwear, leaving her entirely naked.
She knew he would be able to see just how wet she was. With a gulp, she kept her lids shut, just so that she wouldn’t see the look on his face. Her face flushed hotly in response, her blood nearly boiling under her skin.
“Send the doctor in. She’s fully secured to receive her punishment now,” Miller said to the other guards in the room. Opening one eye, Aimee watched as the guards began to file out of the room, until Miller turned back to look at her with a smirk.
“Good luck,” he whispered, his smile growing even larger as he gazed up and down at her naked body. She whined as she felt her arousal drip down her thigh. If not restrained, she probably would have put her hands between her legs and found her own completion, regardless whether she was alone or not. Despite this being a supposed discipline session, she could hardly contain the lust that raked over her body with wild abandon.
Miller turned away and walked out the door. She was left alone for several long minutes until she heard a set of heels clicking against the tile a distance away, the sound getting louder and more defined by the second.
Warden Taylor strode in, quickly followed by a large man dressed in a white coat. He was almost a foot taller than the woman and his hard hazel eyes stared back at Aimee. Dark messy hair sat atop his head and a strong jaw covered in a dark shadow of stubble completed the picture of a man in charge. Muscles flexed beneath the black shirt and white lab coat he was wearing, as he moved to open some of the white cabinets lining one of the walls.
An assistant rolled in a cart behind them, adorned with various mysterious medical equipment. The doctor nodded to her and the assistant left the room.
“This is Doctor Roberts. He’s going to ensure that you are fully prepared to perform properly tomorrow for your buyer.”
“What do you mean? Who’s going to buy me?” she pressed, desperate for even a hint of information. Taylor moved toward her and grinned happily down at her. The woman pressed a hand to Aimee’s cheek in a sort of comforting gesture and began to speak.
“I’ve sold you to the savages on the planet Ollorin. They will determine what’s going to happen to you. I don’t quite know the details of what they want from you yet, but I do know that your buyer is named Tobias. He and his men will arrive early in the morning and we will commence a full examination in front of them to determine your health as well as your sexual responsiveness. Tobias requested that he be present during this time and offered his own assistance if need be. I have agreed to all terms on your behalf.”
“You can’t be serious!” Aimee opened her eyes wide.
Rumors about the savages had run rampant through the girls, talk of the cruel alpha men dressed as cavemen taking their wives in hand with spankings and other horrid ways. Having read a lot on the subject of Ollorin men previously, her mind ran wild. She remembered the stories about how two or three men would take one wife between them, how they would make her submit to all of them at once and she shivered with desire. Despite all the crazy stories that raced through her head, she couldn’t deny the fact that the thought excited her, turned her on even. Her pussy pulsed at the possibility of more than one man taking her at a single time. With a shaky breath, she looked back at the warden, who had taken on an expression decidedly more serious.
“Now, there is still the matter of your misbehavior to deal with and in order to fully punish you and make sure that you perform at your best tomorrow, the doctor is going to prepare you to experience one of our most successful discipline methods to date. There are very few women who need another dose of this lesson after suffering through it just one time.”
“Are you going to spank me again?”
The doctor stepped forward and began placing a string of electrodes on the front of her chest, over her heart, her lower stomach and her thighs. Nervously, she watched as he uncovered a computer, turning on a few switches, and the screen came to life.
“Aimee,” the doctor began. “I am going to outfit you with some medical equipment. After it’s all set up, I’m going to explain to you how exactly we’re going to punish you tonight.”
He strapped an object around her waist, lifting her hips slightly in the process. A thick belt, soft against her skin, was clasped around her hips with his movements. She didn’t realize there was something in between her legs until he tightened the belt so much so that a smooth, cool metal ball lay just against her pussy. Her clit jumped at the sudden touch. After adjusting some of the electrodes, as well as tweaking the belt and the thing between her legs, he sat back and clicked a few buttons.
The egg between her legs roared to life, vibrating with a soft low hum that left her immediately breathless with want. She moaned a little at the sudden sensation and looked up at the doctor, hoping the vibration would increase with time. She needed more, wanted more.
“Now, I’ve connected our special technology to you. That’s these electrodes I’ve placed all over your body, which are connected to our computer here. This equipment will prevent you from finding release, until I input the correct code into the computer. The device around your hips is a controlled vibrator, designed to repeatedly bring you to the edge of orgasm but n
ever actually let you climax.”
The vibrations between her legs increased, humming against her already engorged bud and her legs began to quiver with her lust. She couldn’t believe how incredibly turned on she was already. This was too enjoyable to be punishment, right? Her head pressed back against the table as her body tensed with passion.
“This tool tracks the various hormones and cytokines associated with pleasure in your blood and tissue and uses electronic pulses to negate any chance your body has from reaching orgasm. The electricity produced by these nodes will stop the nerves in your body from communicating with one another based on an algorithm that analyzes the biochemistry of your system. Not only will the vibrator between your legs constantly turn on and off based on the interactions occurring in every cell in your body, but our advanced system will stop you from trying to find release of your own accord. You will not have an orgasm tonight, no matter how much you want it.”
“Oh, my God,” she groaned, already feeling the vibrating contraption roar to life, faster than before.
“The warden has sentenced you to an overnight treatment, with only one four-hour break so that you may rest a little in the dark of the night. That also means you will be woken up the same way, with the vibrator in between your legs. Many women have experienced this punishment before you and it has never had to be repeated on the same naughty girl. It’s very effective discipline.” The smile on his face was one of anticipation and her stomach churned at his delighted expression.
Her body tensed as the tremors steadily increased, the small metal object between her legs mercilessly bringing her body higher and higher. Her pussy clenched down on the open air, achingly empty and untouched.
“By the time the night is through, you’re going to be a very well chastised little girl. If I had to guess, there won’t be any fight left in you tomorrow when I examine you.”
The doctor rose and walked to a nearby light switch, dimming the lights to a very low level. Her eyes adjusted and a low moan escaped her lips as he looked back at her.
“Please,” she begged, her body already feeling as though it could climb the walls.
“This punishment will most certainly teach you to behave for your future husbands. I’m certain you won’t misbehave again after I’m through with you.”
He closed the door behind him, leaving her alone with her thoughts and the ever growing vibrations between her thighs. Higher and higher the tremors crept, until her toes curled and desire throbbed throughout her body. Tension built within her, taking her closer and closer to the edge. She just needed one more second, just one slightly stronger vibration and her body would be free to soar through her orgasm. Her hips strained to get closer to the little device pressed against her slit but at the last second, the vibrations stopped completely.
Squealing with frustration, she tried to rub herself against the smooth metal but had little luck. A low hum began again as the object came back to life and Aimee moaned, the tremors not quite strong enough for her to reach any sort of climax. Once again, the device vibrated and gradually increased until she thought she would come if it lasted any longer, but it stopped coldly as soon as she reached that point.
Over and over, the little egg would come to life, bringing her to the edge of climax again and again as she screamed and cried for release, but was never granted it, not once. The computer beeped beside her, tracking her heartbeat on the screen, along with various other charts that increased with the wanton lust that raced through her body.
Her body ached, every muscle exhausted from the effort it took to come to the edge over and over again without orgasm. She didn’t know how many hours she lay there, until at long last, the vibrator didn’t come on again and she fell into a fitful, lust-driven state of sleep.
Dreaming of the men who would come to take her, she imagined one of them caressing her and slipping into her pussy, another pressing against her bottom hole, and the last one nudging her cheek with his massive cock so that she might take him in her mouth.
As first morning light streamed through the windows, the horrid little device between her legs hummed back to life, waking her slowly until she remembered where she was. Strapped naked to a table, her breasts hung heavy with desire, her nipples pebbled so painfully tight that she thought that they might burst, and a knot of unmet lust settled deep in her core. Her pussy clenched and her muscles tightened, achingly sore from the events of the past few hours.
Her head lolled to the side as the vibrator increased its intensity, bringing her to the edge once again, over and over until she thought she couldn’t stand it anymore. Her frantic cries became much louder, the throbbing between her legs becoming the only thing she could think about as her breath panted with effort and unmet need. Her arousal soaked each side of her thighs, the wet pool beneath her evidence of just how much her body craved completion.
She needed to come. Badly.
Her back arched against the table. Just one more moment, just one. She pleaded and would have screamed in frustration when the computer beeped beside her and the vibrations stopped. She understood why no woman ever went through this punishment twice. No matter what, she would do her best to avoid this form of discipline from happening ever again. She would be a good girl, she swore to herself.
The door swung open and she turned her head to see the doctor enter once again.
“Please! Please let me come! I’ll do anything!” she cried, tears threatening at the corners of her eyes. She was exhausted, sore, achy, and unquestionably wet, feeling terribly sorry for herself and downright punished for her behavior. “I’ll behave, I promise! Just allow me to orgasm, Doctor Roberts. Please…”
He didn’t say a word as he strode over to the computer and punched a few keys and Aimee sighed with frustrated relief as the device stopped moving completely. He moved forward and very carefully unclasped the belt, the sound of leather sliding against leather music to her ears. Gently, he removed the contraption from her skin, careful not to brush her sensitive folds. She whined at the realization.
She lay there entirely naked, her core throbbing with rampant desire and he wouldn’t touch her. Tears trickled down her cheeks as her hips rocked with her lust and her body cried out for just a little more pressure on her clit, for something to fill her forever clenching channel, but nothing did. She had been denied any sort of climax. Her body shook with silent cries. She needed release, or else she felt her body would implode.
The doctor left her and she was alone with her thoughts for some time, feeling incredibly sorry for herself. A group of guards came in a short time after and the passion threatening to escape at any moment had turned into a throbbing ache deep in her belly. The group of them unclasped her from the table, moving her to a gynecological chair nearby. More leather straps were tightened around her wrists and ankles as they sat her down and spread her thighs wide. Every single one of them was very careful not to even graze against her engorged pussy lips or her hard pebbled nipples as they restrained her.
She couldn’t even try to fight. She was exhausted and so thoroughly chastised by her punishment that she couldn’t have struggled if she tried. The doctor came back in with a cup with a large yellow straw sticking out of the top of it. Moving close and sitting down in a nearby chair, he pressed the straw to her lips and she drank greedily, parched as she was from the night’s events.
With a greedy swallow, she groaned as the taste of a strawberry banana smoothie hit the tip of her tongue and cascaded down the back of her throat. By the time she had finished, she felt full and sated, at least of the hunger she hadn’t even realized she had.
“Good girl. This should keep you strong and take away a little of the soreness of your muscles. We will begin very soon. The savages are just arriving.”
Chapter Four
Tobias climbed out of the space shuttle, tired after having just traveled the distance from his planet to this tiny station just outside of a small solar system that contained the overpopulated
human planet of Earth. He had heard about this female detainment center from a few of his sources connected with the Intergalactic Federation and had reached out to the warden, since his own planet was currently experiencing a shortage of women to mate with in order to carry on his species. He had been on his way when he received the warden’s response, in anticipation of an agreement to his offer.
Back on his home planet, things were very different from the overpopulated Earth. On Ollorin, the birth rate for female children was very low due to the unique biology of his species. Long ago, the men on his planet began the practice of sharing a wife, one woman between two or three men to protect and cherish her. Even through this method, his planet didn’t have enough women to go around and he and his two commanding officers had decided to search elsewhere for a wife.
To his knowledge, no men from his planet had ever taken an Earth human for a wife. The human female body was decidedly smaller than a Ollorin one, much more delicate and frail. The medical examination this place had offered would tell him if humans were indeed compatible breeding partners genetically and if the one assigned to him would be receptive enough for more than one male at a time. She would have little choice in the matter if the human body could indeed handle more than one man. Until he saw the results of this exam, he wouldn’t know if it was actually possible that he could take her as a wife. If all went well, the planet Ollorin may have another option in order to help salvage its population.
He had already chosen his second and his third in anticipation of a future marriage. Cole and Luke were superior officers in the Ollorin sky guard along with him and they had been through quite a lot together, fighting battles against enemies across space that threatened the very existence of their people, time and time again. Recently, the Intergalactic Federation had come together, keeping many dangerous threats at bay, but the Ollorin people had looked upon the union with suspicion because many of those involved had actively attacked them throughout their planet’s history. Tobias and his fellow men had been uncomfortable joining the federation and had decided to abstain as a result.