by Amon Bieste
“Gag her…make her fight to scream,” the counselor instructed. I walked to Karo’s casing and found one of the large balls used to stimulate the root. I made sure I kept the camera pointed to what I was doing. Then I returned to the admiral and knelt in front of her so the counselor could see her angry face. I shoved the ball between her lips and gave her a wink. Now she could vocalize her pleasure and it would sound like she was fighting. Thank you.
I moved around her so the counselor could see what Jaru was doing. He growled a curse, withdrew his thick root so its size could be seen, then shoved it into her again, bringing a muffled scream of pleasure. My scales rippled. Jaru brought his hand down on her pink sex and she bucked up against his hand.
“Yeah. That’ll teach her,” the counselor grunted. I gave Jaru a nod and he struck her folds again. I could smell her juices and my own root swelled. It was tempting to climb atop her and bury myself inside her. I refrained. Instead, I turned so the counselor could see how Karo continued to twist her nipples. He leaned down and bit one and her entire body shuddered.
That’s what it took. The counselor found his pleasure with a grunt and I returned to my chair. “Counselor, it is time for me to join the training.” At my words, the admiral screamed a protest against the ball in her mouth. “I’m afraid I will have to end transmission now.”
“That’s good. Hurt her, Sleece. I want her returned to me broken.” The counselor leaned forward and, a moment later, his image disappeared.
I looked up. “The transmission is ended,” I announced. Both Latharians growled relief. With a sweep of his hand, Karo removed the gag I’d placed in her mouth. She took several breaths while Jaru hauled her up, turned her and drove into her anus. His arms wrapped around her as his root pumped vigorously within her. He pulled her straight up against him.
Karo entered her in front, pulling her knees to his hips. Both were heated for real pleasure. The admiral’s energy grew hotter, feeding them both as she gripped Karo’s shoulders. I only stood watching as she cried out, bucked between them, giving them what they needed. But she kept her gaze on me. Once they’d found their pleasure, they gently guided her back to the stool and let her sit.
“He was only after pain.” Jaru spoke freely in front of her after a few moments of silence.
“Yes,” I answered, looking at the admiral. “You did well.”
“We did not want to enter your mouth,” Karo offered her. She didn’t seem to realize that her performance had gained more of their respect.
“I know. I could tell.” She nodded. “I hate him. He disgusts me. He thinks I hate you and what you do to me.” A slow smile pulled at her lips. “The joke is on him.” Jaru grunted a short laugh as Karo released her wrists from the cable. I watched her rub at them, and then at her shoulders. She’d experienced real pain.
“Come. You can cleanse now.” I held out my hand and she instantly jumped to her feet and took my hand. I led her down the hatch into the sleeping area. She started toward the chamber, but halted when I did not release her fingers. I tugged at her hand when she looked back at me.
“You pleased me today. It was a sacrifice for all of us. I promised a reward.” I released her hand and headed for the bathing chamber. “Come.”
Chapter Four
Slowly I massaged the wet sponge against the admiral’s skin after I’d wiped clean any evidence left by the others. I deliberately ran the soft texture over each nipple. She smiled with pleasure at the gentle sensation. When I dipped it between her thighs and teased it across her sex, she closed her eyes and hummed softly.
She was so responsive. I could tell what she was feeling with every breath she exhaled. Her scent carried the least bit of stirring. I made certain to give her enough to keep the current of arousal light, nothing that would cause my tongue to split or to thin my skin suit.
Soft, gentle strokes to her body were all I offered and it was obvious that the tender caress pleased her. I leaned forward into the water that sprayed onto her and kissed her. Not a Latharian kiss, but the kind humans practiced. I knew she would appreciate the effort and she affirmed my suspicions by placing her hands on my shoulders and returning the affection.
I allowed her to lead, deepening the kiss only when she indicated she wanted more of me. Her arms tightened around me and she pressed her body to mine. Her arousal slowly heightened and heat radiated into me.
I felt her emotion. It was strong. The bond between us made every thing we did more intimate. I did not want to share those emotions but could not deny that the stirring within me now was more than just physical.
When she broke the kiss, I dropped the sponge and touched her waist, running my fingers against her skin gently. She leaned forward, resting her chin on my shoulder.
“I wanted you,” she whispered at my ear.
“I know.” I slid my hand around her back.
“I thought that was to be my reward—that you would join them.”
“Should I call for them now?” I smiled when she pinched at the back of my neck, indicating that she knew I was teasing her.
“No.”
“What do you want?”
“Fuck me.” She rubbed her body against me. She needn’t. My skin suit was already thinning, despite my resistance, from the arousal that flowed through her words on her breath. I lowered my head and inhaled her skin deeply. Wet, salty, and the unique smell of her heat filled me. A growl formed in the back of my throat.
“Is that all?” I kissed at her throat and allowed my tongue to snake out against her skin.
“Touch me,” she took my arm and guided my hand to the head of her sex, “touch my pussy.” I rolled my thumb in a circle against her and again she hummed pleasure. Releasing me, she leaned backward, against the smooth wall of the chamber and widened her stance.
Studying her, I did as she wished. Her delicate features were relaxed and her full lips parted with a silent moan. I watched her nipples harden and reach out for my attention. Her flesh, warm against my hand, shivered.
I continued to massage with my thumb, watching and feeling the heat of her response. I wanted to leap upon her, to do as it is naturally within me to do. But she deserved her reward.
My skin suit was gone. My root had already dropped and was swelling. And she remained leaning inside the chamber, eyes closed, moaning soft human sounds of pleasure. I rocked my energy into her. Instantly, her own energy responded, receiving and giving.
“Yessss,” she hissed as her body trembled.
Her head rolled to the side and I leaned down to flick my tongue against her nipple. The action pulled a quivering cry from her lips. She arched toward me for more.
I’d never owned a slave before, though I had trained many. Something about this human woman was special. We had all felt it. And we wanted to keep her. But it was a decision she would have to make for herself. Still, the thought of her belonging to me caused my root to expand.
I wanted her. She belonged with us. Her fire matched our own and I felt the tenderness her energy offered me. I wanted to return the emotion. But she was not mine to share that with. Not yet.
She jerked against my hand as waves slapped from her into me. I felt her pleasure mount and then crash around her. When the ripples subsided, she opened her eyes to look at me with an expression that matched my own hunger. She wanted more.
There are human words for the emotion that filled me. There are no such words for it in Latharia. We never needed to say them. I wouldn’t say them now. Instead, I would show her.
I grasped her wrist and turned, stalking from the chamber toward my bunk. When I faced her again and gave her a gentle shove, she smiled and nodded, then crawled onto the bunk and lay on her back.
“Spread your legs.”
Instantly, she obeyed and I settled myself between her knees.
“You will not bind me this time?” She stared at me when I shook my head. No. I was going to give her this. Trust was not won by going against a Latharian’s word. I n
udged against her opening, tapped my root against her soft, sensitive flesh.
She hummed encouragement softly, so I began rocking, pulling her energy and pushing my own. Back and forth. My root slapped against her. Give. Receive. She lifted her hips to meet the movements of my root.
Verbal arousal. “You enjoy my root…my cock inside you?”
Her gaze darkened as she stared up at me. She needn’t answer. I could see it there in her expression. She felt the same need I did.
“Deep inside,” she whispered. I shouldn’t have been aroused by her words. Latharians do not need words to mate. But I knew her admission aloud meant more to her and thus it meant more to me.
I leaned over her, hands on each side of her and she lifted her hands to my sides. She was ready. I could smell the wetness in her cunt. It filled me, causing my scales to ripple beneath the pads of her fingers. Then I plunged into her, filled her completely. I stretched her until she groaned softly and then began pumping my root within her.
She released my sides and brought her hands to my shoulders, grasping them tightly as she moved, rubbing the head of her sex against me. She pulled at me as if she wanted more, so I quickened my rhythm inside her.
The faster I pumped, the harder she ground into me, enjoying the mating I gave her. Her legs wrapped around my hips as if she were binding herself to me. The contact only increased my arousal and I drew deep breaths of her into my chest.
“More,” she rasped up at me. I leaned closer and bared my teeth, allowing my root to swell and stretch her a bit more. I quickened my speed, thrust my energy down on her violently. Her hands shook as she slid them around my neck to pull my mouth to hers. Her breath was heavy, thick with lust, when she parted her lips and stuck out her tongue. I grasped it between my lips instantly, twisted my tongue around it and sucked. She moaned against my pressed lips, so I released my hold on her, allowing her to pull me into her mouth and return the affection.
When her body began to shake beneath me, I released her from the kiss and tossed my head. My scales expanded and stood out from my skin. I ground my teeth, steeling myself, determined to wait for her explosion. Her cries grew louder, her arms tightened around me so that I knew my scales bit into her.
Her energy grasped and held mine momentarily. She did not even realize she had done it, but because she did, I felt pain and pleasure twist inside me. Again that human word came to mind. Love. And then she released, her orgasm exploding through her whole body. She screamed and bucked up against me, unable to keep herself still. I sucked in that sexual energy as my root expelled. Then, with a shout of my own, I expelled again and found my own release.
Her body went limp and, at first, I thought she had fainted. But then a slow smile crept across her lips. Carefully, my root shrank and I removed it from her gently. She moaned a small protest, but did not erase the smile from her face.
As I eased from atop her and settled at her side, she took a deep breath. I watched her stare up at the ceiling, then she pushed up on her elbow, resting her jaw in her palm. “Who would have thought this is how an admiral would spend her three-day review?”
“How do you feel about it? About the counselor setting you up like this?”
I watched her tuck her hair behind her ear. I wanted to know more about her, I couldn’t help it.
“I still hate him. But I am glad I am here.” She shook her head. “He’s tried to make me come to him before. Several times. He thinks I will submit if he continues to push. He is despicable and has no honor. I’ve heard that he has forced some women, but he’s never tried with me.”
“Why?”
“Because I am stronger than he is. I excelled at the academy in hand-to-hand combat; top of my class.” She slanted a glance at me and shrugged. “I do not stay in his presence long enough for him to call his guards to hold me. I am careful. So he tries to have me trained to want him instead. He wants that power.”
I could see her frown deepening. “Why did you decide to become an admiral? It is not an easy climb through the ranks.”
“Because my family isn’t wealthy and they hold no titles. They never have. I wanted to excel and bring honor to their name. I knew I could do it and you are right, it was not easy.” Her frown lessened. “I’ve always welcomed challenges. I was told at the academy that I was made to be an admiral. So I decided then that I would not stop until I made it.”
“And so you have.”
She finally smiled. “Yes.”
“And your family is proud of what you have accomplished?”
Her smile widened. “They are.” She touched my arm, running her index finger over my scales as she continued, “One day I will be a counselor. That’s what I promised my family when I went to the academy. When I reach that rank, Aves will no longer be able to scheme and plot against me.”
I said nothing more, and she plunged into silence as well. After a few moments, she rolled toward me. Her head dipped beneath my chin, her fingers curled at my stomach. It was far more intimate than a Latharian required, but I did not push her away. Oddly I enjoyed the closeness, the attention. And that is how she fell asleep.
I waited several minutes after her breathing became shallow before slipping from beneath her and rising. My gaze dropped to her review log, left on Karo’s bunk. Glancing at her first, I reached down and clicked it on. The review was a positive one. I would have turned it off again, but a small file labeled “personal” caught my attention. Unable to ignore the tempting interest, I brought it up on the small screen.
Day One on the Ecker3
I admit my curiosity of this Latharian crew, despite Counselor Aves’ sadistic ploy, is piqued. Aves is an asshole and I am working secretly with other counselors to have him removed from office. That is the real reason I chose to come aboard, knowing full well what would be expected of me here. I imagined the sacrifice would be a useful tool in removing Aves from the counsel. I did not realize I would enjoy this sacrifice as much as I do.
It is said that Latharians can bring more pleasure than a man. The rumor is not an untruth. I enjoyed the rough sex and, oddly, felt a connection with all three males. Despite their basic and animalistic dominance, I feel honor, respect and compassion beneath their rough exteriors. I look forward to getting to know them better, and of course, to getting to know their bodies better.
Day Two on the Ecker3
The sex with the Latharians is amazing. When I climax, I feel as if they are sucking from me and filling me with pleasure all at the same time. I’ve never before experienced such tremendous pleasure.
I’ve begun to appreciate their differences. Karo is gentler and more tender than the others. He has a soft and sensitive heart. Jaru is rougher and, like me, enjoys things to escalate and push at his control. He is strong and I feel more equally matched with him than I do Karo. I wouldn’t mind a sparring match between him and me and, though I’m certain I would lose, I would still make a strong opponent.
Captain Ihjon Sleece is definitely the one deserving to be in command. He has a presence that makes me feel both safe and vulnerable. I’ve never felt so much like a woman as I feel when he looks at me. And I am certain I’ve never sought approval from a man like I seek approval from him. I want to please him, to bring him pleasure. It is a feeling inside me that has nothing to do with the desire they manipulate me to feel, though I can tell their training has changed me and my want for sex. I welcome the change and find it stirring to my blood.
My disgust for Counselor Aves grows stronger. He will be furious when I do not submit to him. His ploy will have failed and, with the other counselors, I will make certain he never holds office again. My stay on the Ecker3 will earn me a counsel seat of my own.
I do not look forward to leaving, however. I shall miss these Latharian men. More specifically, I will miss the way Ihjon Sleece’s mere presence reassures me. It is a lonely world and even lonelier now that I will no longer be aboard their small vessel.
I turned off the log and retur
ned to the bunk to gaze down at her. So, the admiral had a plan. It was a good one. Again, I thought of her as a soldier slave. She had intellect to strategize. She was willing to sacrifice to follow through with the mission. She had fire inside with which to fight and defend with.
I could teach her to hide her vulnerabilities, to mask her emotions so they were not used against her. She could learn the ways of Latharian combat. She wasn’t like other human women, who immediately found themselves begging for enslavement. She had pride that made her stronger. I wondered if three days was enough time to influence her to choose slavery.
Reaching down, I stroked her cheek. I wondered if somehow it was I that had become the slave. She stirred me in ways I’d not experienced before, had me behaving with tenderness that I was unaccustomed to. Her disgust for the staged training earlier had filled me with hatred for Counselor Aves; so much hatred that I had considered pulling from the Earth station and heading back to Latharia with the admiral.
I pushed those thoughts from my head. It was her choice. I could not make it for her. And she deserved to make the decision about what she wanted. I would respect whatever choice she made.
* * * * *
I stood at the bridge of my ship, remembering the words she’d entered in her review log about me, and watched the admiral tuck her hair behind her ear. For the first time since we’d made her remove her clothes, she stood before us wearing her uniform. In her hand, she held her review. My chest filled with dread.
“All is in order with your logs, Captain.” She did not move toward the door of the transport room. “You will receive a positive review and be allowed to proceed to Earth.”
I inclined my head.
She started to turn, then stopped, faced me again and leaned forward to press her lips to my cheek. Another intimacy that was not required of her, but she offered it anyway. I had to wonder if we’d had any control at all during the three-day review when Jaru and Karo moved closer to say their goodbyes and receive her human affection as well.