by Amon Bieste
Jaru responded with a low growl of anticipation. “She would like that.”
I smiled. Yes. She would.
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“You understand?” I watched the admiral catch her bottom lip between her teeth. It was something I noticed she did when she was thinking. I understand but…
“I don’t want to do it.” She crossed her arms over her breasts. “He is a wrinkled pig and it’s disgusting to think of him watching me. Isn’t it enough that I’m here getting what he ordered? Why must he witness it?”
I ran my finger along her jaw. “Do you not enjoy being here with us?”
Her lashes dropped momentarily in an attempt to veil her expression. She need not. I already knew the answer. “Yes.”
I refrained from smiling. “When the transmission has ended, you will be rewarded for your obedience.” I felt the excitement my words evoked. “You’ve displeased the counselor. He wishes to see you humiliated. You will find some pleasure from feigning resistance. So will we.”
“I don’t like using my mouth.” She pouted. “I never have.” I nearly smiled at the way she wrinkled her small nose in distaste. I found myself fascinated with the different sides of her personality and the emotions and expressions she used to convey each.
“Your tongue will not be expelled upon,” I told her, wishing to ease her worry and dissatisfaction. “Latharians do not have the same fascination with that as humans do. Your body will be used to catch our essence, something visual for the counselor. You are free to express disgust. It will most likely please him. It is the dominance that he is interested in.”
“He wishes me to submit…”
“I believe you are wrong. It is my opinion that he wishes you to suffer.” I watched her frown as she thought about my words. “Perhaps he is as you accused us of being when you first came aboard. He may be intimidated by females in positions of authority and power. Though counselor still outranks admiral, you do hold a high rank.”
“I hate him.” I could hear the conviction in her voice when she spoke. “If he were not a counselor, I would plant my foot in his face. I am an admiral and he has no right to enslave me.” Her pride stirred me.
“You can only be enslaved if you allow yourself to be.” I lowered my hand to her breast and squeezed her soft mound of flesh, enjoying the violence that shook her words. She had fire. She had strength. “A being must give her power to someone to be enslaved. Do you give to him?”
She snorted softly. “No.” Her blue eyes met mine and softened. “I’ve given to you, though.” That pleased me. I squeezed her breast again, running my thumb over the hardened peak. And you’ve given to me. There was tenderness in her thoughts.
“You will do as I instruct you to today. I will not make you listen to the counselor. If he wishes something, he will tell me and I shall give you the command. But he will hear and see you. You must please me to receive reward. If you do not, you will receive nothing.”
Fierce emotion filled her gaze. “If you punish me, I will give a bad review to the counsel. You will not be able to—” My fingers bit into her skin and I leapt upon her, pressing her body flat onto the bunk. Her energy heightened, making it difficult for me to remain in command.
“Do not threaten me, Admiral. You are in no position to do so. The counsel does not blame Latharians for our ways. They will accept what has happened and you and the counselor will be blamed.”
She shoved at my shoulders with real anger that fueled her excitement. “Then I’ll do nothing you tell me to. I’ll make sure the counselor thinks you failed the mission he gave to you and the others.” Her eyes narrowed when I didn’t budge from atop her. I was tempted to mate with her, to devour the heat of her energy.
She continued with violence in her voice, “Ruin my career and I most definitely will ruin yours and any treaty the Latharians have with us. Do not think because I choose to be here that I am weak. I did not get to be an admiral because I roll over and obey every command. I’ll tell them that I was raped and that the counselor only went along with it because he feared war between our peoples. I’ll…” They were empty threats, but the fact that she delivered them filled me with heat and admiration.
My skin suit was gone and I thrust my root against her. “You’ll what?” My fingers pinched her nipples. Her reaction was animalistic. She growled through her teeth and shoved at my shoulders again. Her heat stalked into me. When she could not push me from atop her, she leaned forward and bit into my shoulder. It was in vain. Latharians’ exteriors were stronger than that of humans. Still, I appreciated her fight. My scales ruffled, only slightly. More so and they would have cut her lips and I had no desire to cause her pain.
“You will do what I tell you and you will be rewarded when you do,” I repeated and she ceased her struggle. For a few minutes, she only glared up at me, but slowly her anger ebbed away.
“What kind of reward?” she finally relented. She had pride, but she also had hunger.
“I will mate with you again. I will give you pleasure.”
“By binding me so I cannot move…so I can’t enjoy myself?” She was trying to bargain for what she wanted, still fighting with her words. My root swelled.
“No,” I vowed. The fight left her eyes instantly and she smiled with triumph. I allowed her that one small victory. I couldn’t help it, though it was not the way things were done when training a slave. Somehow this human woman was weakening me; I wanted to please her as much as she pleased me.
“And when you do what the counselor wants, you will look at me while you do it unless I tell you otherwise.” I pressed my weight onto her, knowing it stimulated her arousal. She nodded. “You will struggle and resist. You will be disgusted with what they tell you to do. You will scream and bite. You will strike at them if given the chance.” She nodded again and I smiled.
“I think I shall like that.”
“Good.” I released her and allowed her to sit up again. “Please me and I shall please you. That is what it means to be enslaved. You feel pleasure when I take my pleasure. You enjoy what I demand of you.”
“It is difficult to hear that.”
“Only because you perceive slavery as it has been presented by humans. The Latharian way is different.” I slowly allowed my skin suit to return, despite the desire to mate with her. She reached out and ran her hand along the smoothness of the suit, causing it to thin again.
“How?”
“Some Latharian slaves receive more respect and honor from our people than their masters.” I watched her eyes widen with surprise as her fingers fell away from me. “It is true. The treaty you spoke of between humans and Latharians was made by a slave. She is one of our most honored HSL.”
“HSL?”
“Human Slave Latharian. She excelled in her training, earning her Latharian citizenship. She is a dignitary on our counsel and is treated more highly than any of your human counsel members.” I reached out and ran my fingertip over the ball of her nipple. “Slavery is a relationship. It does not hinder the freedom of success.”
“Who is her master?”
“A weapon smith. He is no one of great influence. He has no more privilege than any other Latharian civilian. And he does not lay claim to her success. He only claims her obedience to him.” I let my nail scratch at her nipple. “He does not attempt to control her mind, her talent, her skills or her career. Only her pleasure.”
I could see her thinking of what I was telling her and that lip was caught again between her teeth. It was something new to her, I knew. Humans were unaccustomed with power coming from being dominated. I did not tell her, letting her think first on what I had already explained, that many times the slave had more power than the master. The more submissive they were, the more pleasure they gave, the more control they gained. She would learn if she made the choice.
“It is time. The counselor should not be kept waiting.” I stood and held my hand out to her. She took it and rose to her feet. “Remember. Please me
and you shall be rewarded.” She flashed me a wide smile. For just a second, I felt as if it were she that was suddenly in command. Perhaps she was.
The moment we stepped through the hatch however, her smile was gone. She instantly began fighting me, screaming human curses and beating at my chest with her fist. She struggled so strongly that I was made to grasp her around her waist and haul her to the stool. Her body thrashing against mine also made me want to mate her. The very urge that Jaru had mentioned earlier to clash with her, assaulted me. I tightened my arms around her, attempting to stifle the heat that her fire evoked. Her head snapped backward nearly hitting me in the face and I felt her pulse quicken in response to my low growl. If the counselor were not watching, I would bury myself inside her and ride her fire until she could do nothing but whimper. But we had a job to do.
I almost smiled at how effectively she appeared to fight against what was to happen. And a quick glance at the counselor’s face in the corner of the viewer told me he was pleased as well.
Forcefully, I bent her over so that her stomach rested against the smooth cushion. Karo stepped forward immediately to hold her by placing his hands on her back, pinning her in the position.
I retreated to my captain’s chair and placed the speaker over my ear. “All is set, Counselor. We shall begin on your mark.”
“She fights,” Aves commented, but I could hear the arousal in his voice.
“As will any human female. She will perform regardless.” I heard his breath shake in my ear.
“You will break her,” Aves murmured.
“You will.” I fed into his lust as I watched the admiral spit at Jaru when he approached her. She struck out at him until he grabbed her wrists and bound them with cable and lock behind her back. Still, she did not cease her struggle. “I will command them to do whatever you wish.” The image of the counselor licked his lips.
“I want her to suck him. That big one.”
I gave Jaru a nod. His skin suit disappeared, but his root did not swell. The admiral, in turn, screamed a protest. Jaru reached down and grasped her jaw. I could see that her fight did excite him, but not as much as it would have if it were under circumstances. And then Jaru did something I’d never seen him do. He sent a thought into her human mind. Forgive me. I do not like this any more than you.
I stared at him. He never showed tenderness; only strength. Our admiral had softened some of his hard edge by winning his respect. My own heightened for her because of that fact.
“You will take what is given to you. You will look at the counselor when you do. Or I will hurt you,” Jaru threatened emptily. The admiral’s eyes rounded with horror and her eyes darted to me. Of course, the counselor thought she was looking at him and whispered a little affirmation of approval.
“Get that other one to strike her. Make her know she has to do what he asks of her,” the counselor suggested. I gritted my teeth. Jaru didn’t ask anything of her. He demanded it.
“Karo,” I kept my voice low. “Strike her.” Jaru released her jaw.
Karo raised his palm and brought it down to slap against her ass. Though the admiral’s energy radiated excitement, she appeared horrified. Again she tried to struggle, so Karo slapped her again, this time delivering more force. She arched and her blonde hair slipped from behind her ear to fall around her face.
“Again,” I growled. I felt her heat before he delivered the third strike. She’d responded to my voice again.
“Make her suck him,” the counselor rasped in my ear. I gave Jaru a nod.
“Open your mouth,” Jaru commanded, but she shook her head. She spat at him. She cursed at him. I saw him force his breathing to remain steady. We all felt the stirring of arousal with her reaction.
“Open your mouth!” Jaru raised his voice and Karo swatted her again. When she still refused, Jaru reached down and grasped her jaw and squeezed until her lips parted. He made sure to keep her head tilted so that she could still glare at me. His root pressed against her mouth, rubbed against the full of her bottom lip.
“Strike her again,” the counselor groaned.
I raised my hand, signaling to Karo. He swatted her. Then again, until she yelped against Jaru’s root. Her body bucked, fought against the Karo’s hold. The end of Jaru’s root disappeared between her lips and she screamed against him.
“Deeper,” the counselor hissed.
“Deeper,” I echoed. She glared at me as she tried to pull away from Jaru’s root, but he shoved deeper. His chest heaved once, but he held command over his root. Karo lifted her arms straight up as Jaru forced himself to rock into her mouth.
She vocalized her struggle against his texture and gagged. She did not like oral, I reminded myself. Her reaction was most likely unstaged. I looked at the counselor’s image, feeling a deeper heat of resentment. I didn’t like seeing her do something she did not enjoy. But I would make sure she received pleasure for her discomfort later.
Karo raised his palm again and struck her ass. The counselor sucked in his breath and groaned. I could hear the steady rhythm through the tiny speaker as he rubbed at his own root. “Suck me.” I glanced again at the viewer to see that the counselor was not looking at his monitor. Someone else was with him. “Do it.” He leaned back and dark hair fell into view before disappearing below the camera’s scope. I wondered who the female was.
“Faster.” He was looking forward again, so I repeated the command. Jaru looked as if he wanted to curse. As he said, it was a waste of time. Finally, he decided it was enough, pulled from the admiral’s mouth and forced himself to expel what little he could summon on her back.
“Now the other one,” Aves commanded, but Karo and Jaru were already swapping places. The admiral screamed her protests obediently, she fought to rock off the stool, but Jaru’s strong hand held her. Without removing his hand from her back, he moved around to stand behind her, forcing her legs apart. Then he lifted his palm and brought it down against her anus.
I did not stop him. He deserved some pleasure for having done what he’d done. I smiled and nodded for him to do it again. When he did, a cry of pleasure, forced to sound desperate, pushed from the admiral.
“Again. Harder.” The counselor had not heard the encouragement in the admiral’s voice. I needed not instruct Jaru. He’d raised his hand again and brought it down in a solid slap. My skin suit thinned when she cried out again.
Karo’s hand trembled as he reached forward and took her jaw as Jaru had done. He could feel her arousal more strongly than I could, being so close. She shook her head and murmured a weak “no, no, no”. Jaru’s hand fell against the orifice of her ass again. She couldn’t mask her pleasure again, so Karo shoved his root between her lips, muffling the cry of pleasure.
“Tell that big one to enter her.” The counselor’s breath was shallow. I looked at the screen and beads of sweat were formed around his face.
“Jaru,” I called, causing my Latharian brother to look at me while Karo rocked in and out of the admiral’s mouth. I just nodded. The look on Jaru’s face was one of excitement and torture. He wanted more than just jabbing in and out of her. He wanted to milk her of her stifled pleasure. Still, he positioned himself and rocked into her. She screamed against Karo’s root, but the gratitude that radiated from her pushed out at all of us.
Give me more!
“Turn her over…on her back,” Aves panted into my ear.
“Turn her over and resume.” I commanded. Both withdrew and rolled her over so that she lay atop her bound hands on the cushion of the stool. Her head dipped off one end and Karo leaned over her and pushed into her mouth. But her breasts were available to him now and he grasped her nipples, twisting them slightly.
Jaru opened her kicking legs, pushed them forward, exposing her anus to him again and thrust repeatedly inside her. It wasn’t enough for any of them. I could feel their frustration.
I glanced at the viewer. The counselor was looking down at his lap now. I could see his arm working as he guided t
he female’s head over him. It wouldn’t be long now. His gaze flicked up to the camera just as Karo pulled at the admiral’s nipples again.
Aves’ body went rigid, and he shouted into my ear as he filled the female’s mouth. I heard the woman’s muffled voice when he drove to her throat. On the viewer, his head was thrown back and his jaw was clenched.
“Suck it, goddammit. Drink it.” I watched as the woman’s hands appeared at the edge of the screen, grasping the edge of the desk as she forced herself up from him against his weak attempts to hold her. She spat his white juice back at his lap, then slapped his face soundly before disappearing. I struggled to keep from laughing as I listened to her stomp away.
“Beat the bitch,” Aves growled at me after a moment.
“Strike her,” I echoed and Jaru withdrew, struck her sex.
“Tell that other one to let her scream.” He was angry and wanted to see the admiral suffer for his humiliation.
“Karo, enough,” I called.
Karo gratefully removed his root from her mouth. She instantly released a scream and a line of curses. Still, her eyes were locked on me.
I want you, Captain. I want your cock inside me. She screamed again when Karo leaned over her and clamped his mouth over one of her nipples.
“Beat her,” the counselor whispered as Jaru lifted his hand and brought it down against her folds again. She bucked, but I could feel it was from pleasure. Still she screamed as if outraged.
“I want to see her.”
I removed the camera from the magnet it was attached to and walked toward them. The admiral screamed as if terrified of me. She screamed how she hated me. She said she hated the counselor too.
Her thoughts spoke differently however. It wasn’t enough. She wanted more. She wanted me.
“I thought Latharians were bigger than that. I thought they could cause her pain.” Aves was angry. One look at him and I knew he was finding pleasure again. His arm moved quickly, aroused by the violence.
That was what we were waiting for. We’d hoped his anger would override his human ego. I gave Jaru a nod. He spoke a relieved curse under his breath and a moment later his root swelled inside her.