by Bethany Aan
“In a little village on Sandarra.” Her captain’s voice sounded somewhat amused. She knew it was an act, but a shiver crawled down her spine at his hard words.“Her father was only too happy to sell her.”
“I’ve never had a nobleman’s daughter,” the woman murmured, leaning close to lightly nip Christine’s breast. Christine cried out involuntarily, her body jerking from the touch. The delighted laughter and chuckles from around the room told her that there were many more people there than she had thought. Her heart raced, wondering how many there actually were... who they were. What they would do.
“You may play all you want,” Drake said, and she could tell by the sounds coming from the direction of his voice that he was settling into one of the chairs around the room. “Just don’t hurt her. Not much, anyhow. I don’t want to have to wait for her to heal, to continue her training and to useher when I wish. First one to draw blood is out.”
Christine trembled then, wondering what the hell they were planning to do to her.
“Here, love, perhaps a drink will calm your nerves. Why, you poor thing! You’re shivering with fear.” The female again... and then a glass was held to Christine’s lips, and she drank deeply of the wine that was offered. She wanted the sweet confusion of the wine. And she had learned weeks ago that if she were drunk enough, she could better enjoy some of the things that were done to her. Not because they were uncomfortable, but because the wine allowed her to throw her inhibitions to the wind. She didn’t know what was about to happen, but if there was a way to enjoy it, she wanted to do so.
The glass tipped a bit too much, and she heard chuckles as some of the wine spilled down her chest, trickling in a cold path down to her belly, making her shiver in response. She heard a gasp of delight, then felt a warm tongue as it traced the wine’s path. Small hands held her by the waist as the hot mouth followed the wine to her navel.
Murmurs of approval followed the action, and Christine couldn’t help the involuntary shudder as a hand reached out and flicked her nipple. The warm mouth was at her belly button, the tongue circling and circling. Small hands gripped her hips, pulling her slightly forward. In her constrained position, there was little she could do to avoid the contact or the urging.
“I don’t like this set-up,” the woman said after a moment. “I want something... ah. Here we are! Perfect. Drake, be a love and hook another set of ropes to the beams. Andreas, take the ends and tie her ankles. Thomas... tie her knees. Gently. Wedon’t want to hurt the poor dear.”
There was movement then, as the men did the woman’s bidding. Christine didn’t bother struggling. What would be the use, after all? She trembled as she felt the ropes being tied around her ankles and knees, as she felt her body being lifted slowly by those ropes. Someone stepped behind her, wrapping his arms around her to support her upper body as the ropes were secured.
She was astounded at the feeling of helplessness and the arousal it caused. She was now hanging in the air, her knees wide apart, her ankles parted even further. The arms holding her upper body shifted until her breasts were cupped lovingly in a pair of big, warm, strong hands. Fingers found her nipples and pulled, twisted, tweaked, bringing out a startled cry of wonderment. It didn’t hurt, but she was lost to fight the sensations as those hands plumped up her breasts. She arched a moment later when two mouths latched onto her nipples and started tugging strongly.
“That’s much better,” the woman purred, and Christine felt the purr between her legs, ruffling the hair there. Small fingers tenderly pried her lips apart, combing through the moistening curls until they found the tiny nubbin nestled within. “Oh, my! Look what we have here. Drake, love, you’ve been hiding a true jewel from us.”
“Pluck the jewel, and you’ll find that is makes her sing,” Drake’s amused voice came from his position on the sidelines.
Christine tossed her head, lost in sensation as mouths tugged at her breasts, hands explored her naked body. Her hips bucked as the woman slid a single finger deep into her. Not deeply enough... she had very small hands. But it was enough to bring Christine’s breath to a halt.
“I can’t wait,” the woman murmured, leaning closer.
Christine felt soft hair on her inner thighs, felt warm breath on the exposed lips of her sex, and sucked in a shaky breath. A warm tongue laved her from clit to slit and back again, and her hips rocked violently upward. Laughter and pleased murmurs met her reaction, and hands held her hips firmly.
The tongue dove in again, this time more deeply and with a bit more force. Finding and circling her clit, humming in satisfaction as Christine’s hips bucked against restraint. One of the mouths on her breast popped free, only to be replaced by another. This one bit a little, nibbling at the hardened flange of flesh at its tip, working it between his teeth with his tongue. The mouth at her other breast suckled, hard, bringing tears to her eyes, but in a good way. The tongue in her twat began a fast licking, then the hot mouth settled in for some suckling on her clit. Teeth worked that nub, causing Christine to moan and sob in delight.
“Oh, lord,” a male voice groaned from behind her. The man holding her up. His breath wafted over her neck as his mouth found her ear. “Jasmine, I need to...”
“Just do it, Thomas. There’s a good lad. I can kneel.”
Christine didn’t have the mental capacity to wonder what they were talking about, but moments later, the ropes shifted until she was practically sitting in a sling, her legs still wide open, exposing her to any and all who would look. She felt a probing from the rear, felt the blunt, smooth tip of a man as he found her sopping entrance. For a moment, Jasmine’s mouth stilled, as Thomas slid deeply into Christine with a grunt of satisfaction. She cried out, writhing in his grasp. His hands firmed around her breasts, unknowingly plumping them up more for the delighted mouths around her.
Christine twisted her hips, her muscles dragging him even deeper, wanting more. As he seated himself as deeply as he could, Jasmine knelt and once more dove her tongue into the wet recesses of Christine’s body, along with Thomas’s cock. With a mouth at her clit and a dick deep inside her, Christine climaxed violently, her body clutching Thomas deeply, wringing him. But he was made of sterner stuff than that, and wouldn’t be brought to heel so easily. As Christine collapsed in his arms, Jasmine worked her even harder, murmuring softly as she licked every bit of Christine’s cream from Thomas’s balls, from Christine’s lower lips.
“I want a turn,” a new voice said, and there was some shifting as Thomas pulled out of Christine’s twat. She was limp, sated, floating. So content at the moment that she barely realized when Thomas’s prick nudged between her ass cheeks. A warmth stole through her, bringing her to shameful awareness, as his dick slid neatly into her ass. For a long moment, they were all still, as she adjusted to the intrusion. Fortunately, Drake and Hamm had trained her well, and this was something she’d been looking forward to trying again. Relaxing her ass muscles, she sighed and wiggled a bit to seat Thomas more comfortably. He groaned against her neck.
“Jesus, Drake. She’s hot as hell. How did you manage to train her?”
“Hamm and I have been very diligent about her grooming,” Drake said from across the room. “You’ll find that she’s been delightfully trained and will allow just about anything.”
“That’s good to know,” the new male voice said, and Christine felt him step between her legs. She didn’t have time to wonder where Jasmine had gone, as the new man reached down to part her wet lips. She felt his thumb trace over her clit, and arched her hips. The wanton motion caught Thomas deeply within her, and he groaned, unable to help himself as he withdrew a fraction and slammed back into her. The new man slid two fingers deep into her from the front, and she quivered, wanting more. Needing more. Damn Drake and Hamm for teaching her this dark pleasure! Damn them for making her like it so much!
“Please,” she whispered, arching her neck so that it rested on Thomas’ shoulder. “Please!”
“Damn!” the new man s
aid, and she felt his thick shaft probing her, just before he smoothly sent it ramming home.
“Oh god!” she cried out brokenly, her body arching between the two men. She felt the other people move away, knew that they were watching.
Not caring, she thrust her chest toward the man in front, begging silently for him to pay attention to her breasts. He fell to them, ravenously suckling first one, then the other, as his hips rammed smoothly, deeply, into her from the front. Thomas was moving from behind, both men quickly setting up an expert rhythm that nearly tore her sanity to shreds. Thomas plucked at the breast that wasn’t being sucked, his fingers much harder and more demanding than they had been earlier. She sobbed and nodded, her breath coming in hard gasps, as both men moved inside her, slicking against her inner walls, rubbing in so many different ways, she could barely assimilate it all.
“Holy shit!” the first man yelled, his body suddenly stiffening as he shot his load deeply into Christine’s body. She was humming with need and whimpered, afraid that it was over. But no sooner had he moved, than Jasmine was there to lovingly lick Christine clean, her nimble tongue darting into her sopping twat, sweeping around and around, gently laving until Christine was clean as she could be. Thomas had stilled enough that she wanted to move restlessly, but she simply waited, her breath almost non-existent, as Jasmine left her with a last, lingering stroke of her tongue, and another man took his place between her thighs.
“God!” she moaned, as the next man slid his giant cock neatly into her hole. Thomas bucked behind her, and she felt his cock stiffen as the new man set up a rhythm that nearly took them all over the edge. But still, Christine teetered on the brink. She begged and pleaded, and they all did their best to accommodate her, mouths suckling her breasts, hands roving over her body, tongues exploring her every crack and crevice.
The man between her legs came all too soon, but many mouths then proceeded to explore the delights below her waist. Suddenly, Thomas came with a howl and another man stepped behind her, sliding easily into her twat and grinding against her. She bucked and cried out as Jasmine’s mouth latched onto her clit once more, teeth biting and tongue working her hard, until she screamed in release, her body writhing. She wept in gratitude, then felt another presence.
Drake. She’d know him anywhere. She felt his hands, knowing and firm, at her hips, and held her breath.
“I think it’s time to see if you can handle two at once,” he murmured. She wondered what he meant. Hadn’t they already done all they could do?
Hands reached from behind her, plucking at her nipples in just the right way. Hamm. It had to be. Thank god! She arched back a bit, exposing her neck to his mouth, and cried out softly as he took her earlobe between his teeth. His cock flexed inside her, and she sobbed his name. In front of her, Drake’s thumbs were tracing over her nether lips, spreading them wide, moving down to where Hamm penetrated her. She stilled for a moment, lost in the sensations, then held perfectly still as she felt Drake’s finger delving into her from the front. She felt so full, so damn tight and small, as first one finger, then another, slid into her pussy, joining Hamm’s thick rod.
“This might hurt just a bit, this first time,” Drake warned, as though they hadn’t already done it, then positioned himself at her entrance. She moaned as his fingers slid out of her, then sucked in a tortured breath as he firmly began inching into her from the front. With Hamm behind her, she was packed, stuffed, so damn full. She wept at the sensations, then thrashed wildly between them as Drake’s fingers found her clit and tweaked it. The moment of surprise was enough for him to slide more deeply into her, and she caught her breath.
“Good lord, she’s tight!” Hamm breathed. His fingers twisted her nipples exactly as she needed, bringing a writhing, arching motion to her body that had both men chuckling darkly. “God, she’s the best we’ve ever had!”
“Don’t I know it,” Drake murmured. “Ready, little one?”
She didn’t answer, couldn’t, as he leaned forward, taking a nipple between his teeth and biting down as he firmly slid himself all the way into her. She cried out at the myriad sensations swamping her, lost as Hamm and Drake set up a rhythm they knew would take her completely under. Drake’s fingers plucked at her clit, forcing her hips to dance for them all, and Hamm’s thick rod pumped into her from behind.
Finally, finally, Drake bit down on her nipple even as Hamm ruthlessly punished the other one. Drake’s fingers closed roughly on her clit, and both men slammed deep into her at the same time. She exploded around them, clutching both men deep within her, shuddering and shaking and weeping with the exquisite pain of it all.
It wasn’t over, but she was barely aware as another man, then another, slid into her seeping cunt. The ropes shifted and changed from time to time, as each participant gleefully tried something new to keep her flying. And flying, she was. Her body didn’t have time to recover from one powerful orgasm before another man took his place at her twat or asshole, or both, and sent her careening down yet another dark, wonderful vortex.
When it was over, Jasmine alone was there to help bathe her, using first her tongue, then her lips, sucking gently to remove all the males’ spooge from Christine’s cunt. She shivered helplessly as the woman tenderly ministered to her, felt a warm washcloth as Jasmine gently bathed her. Then she lay helplessly on a pallet, carried there by the others, as the men took turns eating her out and fucking her some more. Limp, all she could do was weep and sob as her body was worshiped and buffeted by so many different people, sometimes all at once.
At one point, she sensed something over her face, and automatically leaned up to take the cock into her mouth. But it wasn’t a cock... it was a cleanly shaven pussy. Lost to everything around her, Christine proceeded to eat Jasmine as the other woman had so wonderfully eaten her. Jasmine shuddered and shook, then turned around to dive her face into Christine’s snatch once more. Christine’s hips were dragged to the edge of the bed so that one of the men could thrust into her, without interrupting Jasmine’s delightful attentions. Christine sensed when another man knelt at her head, and after sucking him dutifully, she smelled and heard it when he penetrated Jasmine, right above her face. Knowing how good it felt, she leaned up enough so that she could torture Jasmine’s clit as the man was ramming her. Both women came at nearly the same time, as men surrounded and fucked them.
When that was over, Jasmine curled around Christine’s limp, sweaty body and fell asleep. Christine, worn completely out, simply lay there, spread eagled, and fell asleep herself.
Epilogue Drake woke her after a short time. She stirred enough to take off her blindfold and toss it aside. The room was empty, but she could hear the sounds of other people in the distance. Hamm was telling the group good-bye, seeing them off the ship.
“Are you okay, little love?” Drake asked, smoothing her hair away from her face. His eyes were all over her body, looking for signs of injury. She stopped him, smiling up at him.
“I am wonderful,” she assured him with a whisper. His gaze locked to her face.
“Truly?” he asked, stunned. She nodded, then tortured him by languorously stretching as he watched. His eyes were molten with hunger when she had yawned and relaxed.
“I could use a bath,” she pointed out ruefully. When she tried to move, her thighs were quivering too much to hold her up. Drake watched them spasm for a moment, then chuckled and scooped her into his arms, carrying her back to her room and stepping right into the pool with her. For long moments, he simply held her in the water, letting it soothe her swollen, abused flesh.
“That was… interesting,” Christine finally stirred herself enough to say. Drake chuckled against her temple, kissing the sweat-dampened curls there.
“It was certainly interesting to watch!” he assured her with a grin. She gasped and smacked his chest weakly, making him laugh even more.
“You are horrible! You did more than watch.”
“Aye,” he murmured. “That I did. And it was wonde
rful. You were magnificent, uninhibited, acquiescent… beautiful in your pleasure.”
He finally let her slide to her feet in the pool and stayed near while she bathed. He even joined in a few times, trying to be ‘helpful’ to get the soap into areas he felt she would hurt herself trying to reach. They were both breathing heavy and laughing by the time they were clean and toweling off. Christine sat on the edge of the bed as Drake knelt behind her, drawing a brush through the tangles of her clean hair. She closed her eyes and enjoyed his touch.
“You really have adapted well to this life, haven’t you?” Drake asked after a time.
“I think so,” Christine said, offering him a surprised smile. “All my life, I’ve wondered what else was out there. Now I know. It’s naughtiness!”
“I’m being serious,” Drake said, putting the brush down and turning her to face him. “Christine, I have been Training for nearly twenty years. I am tired of it.”
Her face fell. “You don’t wish to continue Training me?” she breathed. He was quick to correct that impression.
“No!” he said, then ran hand through his hair. “And yes. That is… I don’t wish to Train you any longer. I just wish to be with you.”
Her heart stuttered to a stop, then picked up a frantic rhythm.
“What are you saying?” she asked softly. He gave her a rueful grin.
“I’m saying that in those twenty years, I have never encountered someone as incredibly beautiful, inside and out, as you. I know that the likelihood of ever finding someone like you again is miniscule. And I don’t wish to look.”
“Drake?” she breathed, hopeful.
“Christine Ranier,” he said in his deep, sexy voice as he slid off the bed and down to one knee in front of her, “Will you do me the honor of exploring the galaxy with me? Keep me in line, let me adore your body, your mind, your very soul until the stars all burn to ash?”
“I don’t think that’s how it works,” she said, furrowing her brow. She shook herself. “Stars are made of gas… don’t they explode or something? I mean, do they really just become ash and float away on the solar winds? Or do they really just … stop burning??”