Harem Ship Saga MEGA BUNDLE: Complete 12-Volume Series

by S. L. Hadley

  This time, when he spoke, his voice emerged as a desperate, almost plaintive whimper.

  “Please,” he begged. “Please, just let me cum!”

  Kitty teased her clit furiously, limiting herself to a quiet gasp at the sensations that rolled through her. The urgency in the man’s voice was intoxicating and it was all she could do not to give in. She didn’t though, and shot him a lopsided smile, just before the vibrator resumed.

  “Hmm, nah.”

  “Please!” the man pleaded, squirming in his chains. His cock was flushed a fiery red and Kitty could only imagine how quickly he’d finish with it buried inside her. Or hell, maybe with just a finger….

  “Ammon!” the man shouted, suddenly. “My name is Ammon!”

  Kitty was focused on her own pleasure that she nearly missed it. The second she realized what the man had said however, she sat upright, all thoughts of her arousal forgotten.

  Well, mostly.

  “Your name is Ammon?” she echoed, cocking her head.

  The man sagged in his bonds and it was nearly impossible to tell whether he’d done so out of defeat or because the vibrator had temporarily ceased. He nodded weakly.

  Grinning, Kitty rose and made her way to him.

  “Nice to meet you, Ammon,” she said. “I bet you’d like to cum, wouldn’t you?”

  Ammon nodded again.

  Biting her lip, Kitty trailed a single finger along the underside of his erection. The man’s skin was so hot it was almost painful to the touch.

  “Well, a deal is a deal,” Kitty said. “But, I seem to recall the wager was if I made you cum. I didn’t say anything about guaranteeing it.”

  “Please,” Ammon whispered. “I’ll do anything!”

  “Anything?” Kitty murmured, still stroking him with a single finger. “You’ll submit? Be my big, obedient plaything?”

  “Yes! Please!”

  Purring in satisfaction, Kitty slowly sank to her knees. Her fingers hovered around the base of Ammon’s shaft.

  “Good boy,” she said. “Then my first command is this: Finish all over my face.”

  Grasping the base of the man’s shaft, Kitty began to pump him furiously. His cock was still slick with the half-dried remnants of soap. Just enough to make his shaft slick without losing any of the friction. And, as expected, it took all of about three strokes for him to finish.

  Ammon came with a shout, hips thrusting and knees buckling. His member throbbed and pulsed in Kitty’s fingers. Which, after the first enormous rope of seed splattered across her face and forced her eyes shut, proved to be the only measure by which she could judge his orgasm. She continued to jerk him, breathing from the corner of her mouth as his warm, thick cum coated everything from her hair to her nose.

  After what felt like an eternity, the eruptions ceased and Kitty felt the last few spurts leaking down her wrist. She stood, eyes still closed, and tried to wipe away enough of the stuff to clear her vision. It was a hopeless task; it felt as though Ammon had emptied a gallon of the stuff onto her.

  Unable to do much else, Kitty began to laugh.

  “Damn it, Ammon!” she chided playfully. “I knew you were pent up, but… seriously?”

  Ammon began to laugh, deeply and fully of exhaustion. A second later, however, his laughter ceased with a yelp.

  “What is it?” Kitty asked, frowning blindly.

  “The, uh,” he stammered, clearing his throat. “The vibrator is still—”

  Kitty laughed again.

  “Right. Sorry. Give me a sec—”

  “Oh, and we have a… visitor.”

  “What?”

  Kitty spun to face what she hoped was the direction of the door. Anger swelled within her and she tried to make herself look as threatening as she could while her face was coated in a mask of cum.

  “Who is it?” she growled. “I told you all to stay in your quarters!”

  No reply came.

  “Answer me!”

  There was still no reply, so she spun back toward Ammon.

  “What did he look like?” she demanded. “Describe him!”

  Though she had no way of seeing, from his voice, Ammon sounded deeply uneasy.

  “It’s… uh… she’s still here.”

  The bottom fell out of Kitty’s stomach and she let out a quiet groan.

  “Nita, I—”

  “What the fuck is going on?” Nita’s voice demanded.

  Again, Kitty tried to wipe her face with her hands. This time, she succeeded enough to crack open a single eye.

  Nita stood in the doorway to the secure hold, arms folded. She wore an expression that was equal parts horror and betrayal. Shaking her head, she gave Kitty one last, devastated look then turned and scurried off.

  Groaning again, Kitty walked leadenly to her box of toys and shut off the vibrator.

  “Well, shit.”

  Hard Penance

  Harem Ship Saga

  Volume Two

  By S. L. Hadley

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  “You could have just told me.”

  Kitty leaned against the bridge’s bulkhead, studying the floor as she considered how to answer. Her new pilot sat in the foremost chair, eyes glued to the displays ahead of her. Despite the unthreatening emptiness of space surrounding the Feronia, she hadn’t so much as glanced in Kitty’s direction for the entire conversation.

  “You’re right,” Kitty said, sighing. “I should have explained before. You just seemed so overwhelmed that I wanted to give you time to… acclimate.

  “I’m not a pet,” Nita snapped. “And I’m not a child. You don’t have to coddle me.”

  Nita’s fingers tightened on the arms of her chair. Still, she did not look over.

  Again, Kitty sighed.

  “Of course,” she said. “And, again, I’m sorry. What can I do to make this right?”

  Nita said nothing. She did, however, appear a bit more contemplative as she watched the bridge’s displays. Easing back against her seat, she folded her arms.

  “Would you like to see them?” Kitty asked.

  At last, Nita looked over. Her eyes were wide, though she caught herself a split-second later and her expression hardened again.

  “You’re serious?” she asked.

  Kitty risked a wry smile and shrugged.

  “What’s mine is yours,” she said.

  After a moment, Nita turned away. She sat quietly for a moment, eying her hands rather than the screens for once.

  “Maybe another time,” she said, softly. “I need… I think I just need time to process all this. You know, acclimate.”

  There was a certain coldness to the way she said the last word.

  Swallowing past the lump in her throat, Kitty nodded and abandoned her spot on the wall. Feeling oddly like a stranger on her own bridge, she walked a bit numbly toward the door.

  “I understand,” she said. “I’ll be in my cabin if you…”

  She trailed off as she realized that Nita was no longer listening. Gritting her teeth, she slipped out into the hall and shut the door behind her. No sooner had the magnetic locks closed then she found herself furiously blinking away hot tears. Snarling under her breath, she wiped them away.

  It was ridiculous. There was no reason that Nita’s reaction should bother her. She’d bought the girl, for crying out loud! Saved her from a life of slavery and abuse! So why did she feel like the villain?

  Pinching the bridge of her nose, Kitty trudged back to her cabin and plopped facedown onto the bed. She stayed there for a long time, unmoving, as she tried to make sense of her chaotic thoughts. Unfortunately, even after a half-hour of stewing, her mind was too distracted to reach anything resembling a conclusion.

  She needed a proper distraction, the sort that would clear things up, rather than leave them muddled.

  Fortunately, Kitty knew just the male for the job.

  ***

/>   Out of all her consorts, Lio was easily Kitty’s favorite. It was hard not to be fond of the Arsalian. Not only was he the most tender of her lovers, he was also the longest serving. Unlike most of the others who smiled and wooed for the requisite two years before leaving, Lio had been at Kitty’s side for nearly five.

  She wasn’t the marrying sort. But, if she had been….

  Lio arrived faster than she’d expected, slipping into her cabin while she was still showering. The torrent of water concealed the sound of his entry—not that she’d have been able to hear his stealthy footsteps anyway. As a result, she was so startled to see him crouching at the foot of her bed, ready to pounce like a pale-blue tiger, that it was only sheer habit that helped her avoid shrieking.

  A captain’s dignity and all that—which only made it worse when she still jumped a foot in the air, dropped her towel, and then immediately tripped over it.

  Cursing, Kitty disentangled her ankles and chucked the damp towel at Lio’s head. He dodged it, laughing. His laughter died, however, when Kitty neither rose nor made any attempt to cover herself. Instead, she simply hugged her knees to her chest and glumly rested her cheek against them.

  Lio was kneeling at her side in an instant.

  “Kitty?” he asked, frowning with concern. “You okay? What’s wrong?”

  Kitty sighed—she’d been doing a great deal of that lately.

  “I fucked up,” she said, shrugging. “Don’t know if you saw yet, but I took on two new passengers. And I may have moved too fast with one.”

  With a reassuring smile, Lio reached out and tucked a strand of wet hair back behind her ear.

  “Wouldn’t be the first time,” he pointed out with a playful grin. “And I’m sure it didn’t go that bad. He’ll adjust.”

  Kitty shook her head.

  “She,” she corrected.

  “Oh.”

  Lio slowly dropped out of his crouch to seat himself opposite her. He ran a hand through his mane, the bluish, bony spines rattling softly as he did.

  “Damn,” he muttered. For a moment, he seemed unsure how to react to this new revelation, then eventually settled on a pensive stare. “Is there anything I can do to help?”

  Kitty replied, almost immediately. But, her voice was so quiet that even the Arsalian’s large, triangular ears merely twitched. She chewed her lip nervously, then repeated herself as Lio leaned in.

  “Punish me.”

  Lio recoiled, leaping to his feet. He stared at her in shock, mane standing on end and sounding like tree branches scraping in the wind.

  “What?” he whispered.

  Kitty stared up at him, cheeks going red at the absurdity of her request.

  “Please, Lio,” she said. “You’re the only one I can trust with this.”

  “What are you talking about?” he asked, glancing around as if to convince himself she wasn’t playing a trick on him. “Kitty, you’re my mistress! You’re supposed to punish me!”

  “I know!” she groaned, hiding her face in her hands. “I know. But, I just… I need to do this. I need to feel like I’ve done something to make up for it.”

  Slowly, Lio sank back into a comfortable crouch.

  “What did you do?”

  “I lied to her. I told Nita it was just us women. I just wanted her to feel safe for a bit. And then, she sort of… walked in on me and the other new passenger.”

  Lio sighed under his breath, almost more of a scoff.

  “Is that it? Kitty, that’s n—”

  She glared at him suddenly, fiercely enough to cut him off mid-word. At once, he raised his hands to concede the point. Slowly, the fire in Kitty’s eyes faded and she dropped her cheek back to her knees.

  “Okay,” he said. “It’s something.”

  Sighing, Kitty closed her eyes. Partly from the emotional exhaustion of the day and partly out of embarrassment from what she planned to say next. Even without seeing Lio’s face, it still took her a moment to work up the courage to speak.

  “I want you to discipline me. Exactly like I’d do to one of you if you misbehaved.”

  “Absolutely not!” Lio replied instantly.

  Kitty’s eyes snapped open and she glared at the Arsalian. His refusal only made her blushing more intense.

  “Do I have to order you?”

  “Of course!” he growled. “I don’t want to do this, Kitty! I love you!”

  Kitty’s chest suddenly ached and she couldn’t help but smile sadly as her expression softened.

  “That’s why it has to be you, Lio,” she insisted. “You’re the only one I can trust not to lose control. So, yes, I’m ordering you to punish me.”

  Lio said nothing. Instead, he continued to stare at her with a pained expression. The adoration and conflict in his eyes were so transparent that it made her chuckle.

  “Don’t give me that look,” she murmured. Reaching out, she cupped his cheek affectionately. “I never said it all had to be punishment.”

  A hint of color filled the male’s cheeks as he sighed and tossed his head a bit in resignation.

  “Fine,” he grumbled, a bit more energetically than his tone suggested. “But, you’d better not expect this every time, young lady!”

  Unable to keep from grinning, Kitty felt her heart begin to beat faster as she shyly spread her legs to provide a glimpse of her freshly shaven pussy. Though the entire fiasco with Nita still weighed heavily on her, the prospect of both the pleasure and pain soon to come left her feeling more energetic and focused than she had in hours.

  “I don’t know,” she purred. “You might need to teach me a lesson I won’t forget. Sometimes I can be quite naughty.”

  Lio hesitated, just for a moment, and then relaxed. He smiled, somewhere between pleasantly and threateningly, and reached down to grab a handful of Kitty’s hair. Slowly, he guided her upright.

  “Is that right?” he said. “And just how naughty have you been?”

  Resisting the urge to cover herself, Kitty leaned in and pressed herself against him. One hand slid down the front of his body until it passed his waist and could squeeze his member through the front of his trousers.

  “Quite,” she repeated.

  Faster than she could have predicted, Lio seized her wrist and yanked it away from his crotch. He held it aloft, taking advantage of his height to force Kitty onto her toes. The other hand continued to grip her by the hair. His smile faded as he stared at her sternly from so close that their noses almost touched.

  “You think you can sleep your way out a punishment?” he growled. “My mistress ordered me to punish you… so that’s what is going to happen.”

  Heart racing, Kitty squirmed a bit in Lio’s grasp. Though she trusted the Arsalian more than anyone in her life, it was still deeply intimidating to be on the receiving end of his wrath. And, on a primal level, her instincts screamed at her to struggle and flee to avoid being devoured by the powerful alien.

  Kitty yelped in not-quite-pain as Lio suddenly lifted her higher by a single arm. Fortunately, he didn’t keep her there for long. With a single step, he spun and dropped heavily onto the edge of the bed. Kitty’s knees wobbled as her feet briefly touched the ground, only to find herself flung over the male’s lap a second later.

  Despite his protests, she could easily feel the slight pressure of his budding erection digging into her stomach. The knowledge that he was enjoying himself, if only a little, went a long way toward easing her apprehension about the punishment. Burying her face in the blankets, Kitty rocked side to side to tease him.

  Apparently, Lio had other ideas. The grip on Kitty’s hair tightened as he slid her away, over the edge of the bed. She yelped again, freezing up as she balanced precariously across his knees with her arms pinned between his legs and her stomach. Then, as her strength gave out, she sagged against them. It was only Lio’s arm, laid securely across the backs of her thighs that kept her from toppling face-first into the floor.

  The first spank caught her by surprise and
earned an uncharacteristic squeak. Not only was it delivered hard enough to make her ass sting, but it came so unexpectedly that Kitty swore aloud before she could help herself.

  It was the wrong thing to say.

  Growling, Lio delivered a furious series of blows to Kitty’s backside with such speed and force that she felt the corners of her eyes burn with involuntary tears. And, bent over his knee as she was, there was nothing she could do about it besides grit her teeth and wait for the painful experience to end.

  “I don’t want to hear that sort of language again, missy,” Lio said. “Understood?”

  Once again, Kitty had to fight to keep from snapping back a crass reply. Somehow, as humiliating as being spanked over the knee of her consort was, being disciplined for something as simple as profanity was even more so. She wanted to straighten up and chew him out for it. But, she didn’t. The whole point of the exercise was to make her sorry. Plus, the position was making the blood rush to her head and she wasn’t sure how much of her blushing was simply due to that.

  “Yes, sir,” she demurred.

  “Good,” Lio said. His free hand roamed gently across her ass, feeling unnaturally cool against the sensitive skin. “Now, do you want to tell me why you’re being punished?”

  For a second, Kitty just frowned in confusion. Tell him why? Hadn’t she already explained the whole situation two minutes ago?

  A sharp swat brought her back to reality. Of course. She was being punished because of what she’d done. The role play wouldn’t be complete if she didn’t explain herself mid-spanking.

  “I lied!” Kitty confessed, hastily to avoid another blow. A bit of damp hair wound up in her mouth as she spoke and she sputtered indelicately. “I lied to a friend.”

  “I see,” Lio said. “And do you think that makes you a bad girl?”

  Kitty frowned again, momentarily bewildered. What was going on? She’d asked for a spanking, not a philosophical discussion.

  “What are you talking about?” she asked.

  At once, another flurry of spanks began to rain down across her already stinging rear. Despite herself, Kitty squealed and kicked in a futile attempt to escape the punishment. With Lio’s arm still securing her legs, however, there was nowhere to go. To her surprise, she was nearly out of breath when the painful spanking ceased.