by Jaye Peaches
“There. You’re quite beautiful. For an alien,” she remarked.
The Volta was far larger than Freya anticipated. Most of the girls slept in small dormitories. Only she, as the governor’s personal jenjin, had her own rooms. There was a gymnasium, where girls ran on treadmills with only the addition of a bra to aid their comfort. They swam naked in a swimming pool, where their bronzed bodies glistening under the sunlight, which streaked in through the windows.
The other jenjins seemed curious about her arrival, they pointed and whispered amongst themselves, until Lalita glared at them and escorted Freya to quiet spot surrounded by greenery.
“This is the meditation room. You’ll spend time here every day. Mindfulness is a good for mental health. Focus on nothing but here and now, don’t worry about your future or your past.”
A few women sat cross-legged on the floor, their eyes shut and their hands resting on their knees. At least in this room, they were permitted more clothing, noted Freya.
What sounded like harp music drifted out from somewhere. Lalita opened a door and Freya gasped.
“This is the main pleasure salon,” she said softly, so not to disturb the occupants.
In one corner was a loveseat, similar to the one in her bathroom. The woman lying on it was bound in place while a man thrust repeatedly between her legs. Two other men stood waiting in the shadows for their turn.
“Three men…” Her eyes popped open.
“That is their pleasure, and hers too, I might add. She does love to be shared.” Lalita tapped Freya’s arm. “Whereas the young soldier here is being treated to the company of three jenjins. I gather he was very heroic on a recent mission and has been granted a special reward.”
The man, whose chest was covered in dark tattoos, lay sprawled on a couch while three naked jenjin bathed him with their kisses.
Freya’s face was growing hotter. Her cheeks must be flushed. She hadn’t expected to see such open displays of sex, especially the lack of humiliation at her intrusion. If they weren’t ashamed, why was she embarrassed on their behalf?
They left the room, and as they walked through the open areas, Freya felt a tingle between her thighs and the familiar dampness that came with it. Another pleasure room and this one had the trappings of kinkier things—bondage tables and other furniture. The room was unoccupied.
“This way.” Down a corridor to the back of the building, they moved away from the open areas into a dimmer places. “Here is where you will receive instruction.” She opened a door and the interior resembled a classroom with tables and chairs. Lining the walls were numerous pictures of sex positions. “You’ll be taught all of these and tested on them.”
Lalita opened a cupboard and removed a wafer-thin tablet. There were no books in the room. She held out the tablet. “These are the rules and rituals you must adopt and learn. There are two hundred and sixty specific protocols to follow. How you dress, speak, wash, and so on. You will be examined regularly, so you best pay attention to what you read.”
Freya swiped the view screen and a list of protocols flashed up—orgasm control, diet, exercise—everything was controlled. She swallowed hard. Was all this necessary? Would Marco mind if she skipped out on a few things?
“You cannot leave the Volta without permission. That is our strictest rule. No jenjin may approach a man for sex; he alone can initiate. As for yourself, you must only touch yourself when commanded by me, or the governor. I shall discuss with him how you will masturbate in his absence. You need to maintain your readiness at all times.”
Freya opened her mouth to blurt out a lewd retort, but her throbbing bottom was a reminder of what would happen if she did. She snapped her mouth shut.
“Yes?” Lalita raised her eyebrows.
“Nothing. I just wondered where I eat.” She swiped the screen and blocked out the list.
“There is a dining room near here. I’ll show you.”
The hubbub of voices raised in laughter and chatter greeted Freya. At last, some semblance of normality. Seated around the table, and dressed in reasonably decent garb, were a dozen or so jenjin tucking into wholesome-looking food. Freya sniffed. She smelt something unusual.
“Fish!” How was that possible on a desert planet?
“It’s imported from another colony,” Lalita explained. “An ocean penal colony, which floats on an artificial lagoon. They provide us with some nourishment. We have fruit too and sweets. Do Earthlings like sweet things?”
Freya smacked her lips. “Oh, yes.”
“I’ve yet to meet anyone who doesn’t.”
The last room was down a long corridor and behind a thick wall. Cast in darkness, Lalita switched on the light. Freya froze. Before her were benches of different shapes and sizes, but their purpose was obvious—spanking benches.
“Yes,” Lalita confirmed. “This is the punishment suite. Spanking is the preference.” She pointed at the wall where implement after implement hung ready for use: everything that could make an impact on a bare ass. “But that isn’t the only measure I like to use.”
She opened a cabinet and inside upon a shelf were rows of bottles. “The anus is ideal for discipline. These ointments elicit different sensations—stinging, burning, or iciness. In combination with a large butt plug, they temper any young woman’s disagreeable behavior.”
Freya’s feet had glued themselves to the floor. This was not on her acceptable list. Lalita touching her asshole, spanking her—it was never going to happen. Once Marco got back, she’d reminded him it was her choice and if necessary, she’d change her mind again. She spun on her toes, ready to march out.
Something buzzed and Lalita examined the disk on the back of her hand. “He’s on his way back. We’ll conduct the rest of the tour later. You must be in place ready for him.” She hurried past Freya, touching her arm. “Come. Don’t fret about this room. Pleasure awaits you. Think upon that.”
Freya followed the swirling white dress of Lalita. Pleasure, yes. She welcomed it, but later, they would have to talk about that room.
* * *
Interruptions were a feature of Marco’s life. Sometimes they came too frequently. When he’d received the call he’d been waiting for Freya to emerge from the bathroom. Abandoning her was hard, but necessary. One of the captains had discovered a dead body out by the fields and although Marco wasn’t needed at the scene, he had to put together the investigating team and dispatch a medic to perform some rudimentary forensics. It seemed his predecessor cared little for rivalries between factions and would often leave murders unsolved. Marco thought differently and intended to bring the culprit to justice.
Once he was finished, he hailed Lalita via her comms link and informed her he was returning, and that he wanted Freya ready for him. By the time he jogged up the Volta’s steps, he’d a potent erection and strong vision of her naked body.
Lalita greeted him outside the door of his private rooms. “She’s in position. Nervous, for some reason. She’s not typical of the women we have in here, is she? She’s feisty, yet ashamed of her sexuality. Potentially challenging. You do appreciate you might have to punish her before she settles down.”
“It’s an unfortunate necessity,” he agreed. “However, not all discipline is a direct result of misbehaving. I believe it keeps the mind focused.”
Lalita smiled. “Oh, I agree, sir. You must do what you see fit to ensure our new jenjin is correctly trained.”
Marco couldn’t wait any longer; he pushed the door open and strode into the bedroom.
Freya was kneeling on the floor with her nose touching the carpet pile, her arms outstretched before her—the fingers appropriately interlaced—and her bottom raised. To complete the position of surrender, she’d parted her legs and exposed her shaved folds. It probably had taken some encouragement from Lalita to have Freya assume the formal pose. He completed the protocol by circling her three times.
He paused to stand behind her and enjoy the sight of her pussy and ass on displ
ay. Her legs were wobbling as he contemplated her. She might appear to be reticent, but her swollen sex with its apparent wetness revealed the extent of her arousal. He slipped out of his jacket and tossed it to one side. He was about to plunge into her, when he decided on a different course of action.
“You will undress me,” he commanded.
“I will undress you, sir,” she intoned from beneath him. She’d been told the other important protocol, to repeat his commands.
She slid backwards and rocked onto her heels, then rose to her feet. Turning, she kept her eyes lowered. Marco was impressed; she learned fast. She undid the fastenings of his shirt before freeing his cock from his pants. As she peeled back the lapels of his shirt, she uncovered the ink marking his chest and gasped. The black swirls of characters were boldly arranged in a pattern. She traced her finger along the outline, mouthing a word. “Marco.”
He smiled. “Yes. My name.”
With her help, he slipped out of the sleeves and turned to show her his back. From his broad shoulders down had been decorated with ink.
“Sixteen,” she declared.
“Correct. I am the sixteenth Marco of my lineage.” He, like many Vendu, chose to tattoo his name on his skin. Humans, he’d gathered during his time on earth, preferred to have family names. The Vendu honored their ancestors with tattoos, not names.
She stepped back to admire the marks and going by the smile on her face, she liked them. “They make you look so… handsome.” She returned to her assigned task and tugged on his pants. His cock sprang up as his trousers fell away. She knelt at his feet and removed his boots. Divested of clothing, he’d made them equal—both bared.
He needed to feel her, to explore every morsel of her shapely form. He’d taken her in haste last time. This time, he wanted to savor Freya. “Lie on the bed.”
She crawled across it, swinging her bottom as she went until she was centered. “Front or back?” she asked.
“Back.” He clambered after her and lay next to her on his side.
He grazed his knuckles along the contours of her body, from neck to navel. He enjoyed the rise as he passed over her breasts and the peaks of her nipples. Leaning over, he kissed a hard pebble, rolling his tongue around it. She responded by twisting to face him, then draped one of her legs over his hip.
Freya was different. What he experienced when he touched her was electrifying. Heat pulsed under his skin as his heart pumped hot blood through his veins. When she squeezed his arm and begged for his cock, he held back. Any other woman, he’d not wait, but with Freya the urgency was overshadowed by something he failed to identify—a strange need for calmness.
He trailed kisses over her breasts and neat belly, down her legs, and after he’d repositioned himself between her thighs, he lashed her clitoris with the length of his tongue. She rested the heels of her legs on his shoulder blades and moaned.
She tasted delicious and he teased her pussy with dips of his tongue. When he fluttered it around her clit, she giggled and flailed about, forcing him to wrap his arms around her thighs and hold her still.
Her begging excited his cock to the point he thought he might explode. Shifting up and over her, he hadn’t the willpower to resist her any longer. He sniffed her hair, sensing the essence of herbal shampoo, and the sweet aroma blended with the fragrant petals left in bowls by the bed. The glint of makeup on her eyelids shimmered as she blinked and when he cast a shadow over her, she closed them. He rose above her, spread her legs, and with one swing of his hips, entered her drenched pussy. He met no resistance when he dipped lower and he relished the sensation of her tight walls as he attempted to retreat and she clenched around his shaft.
He buried his face in her neck, planted his weight on his elbows either side of her, and rocked in and out of her pussy. When the head of his cock went deeper, she embraced him with her legs and crossed her ankles on the ridge of his spine. She clung onto him as he maintained the gentle motion of his hips.
The orgasm was unexpected. It usually came with an explosive force during a hard fuck; instead this sublime climax hit as she clenched her muscles and squeezed his shaft.
He grunted in combination with the juddering waves of his ejaculation. Slipping out, he flopped to one side of her. “That was… amazing. You teased me, your naughty Earthling.”
She smirked. “Just a little, perhaps.” She curled her forefinger around his shaft. “It’s still like a rock. I’ve hardly ruined your orgasm.”
“No,” he agreed. “I might have to return for seconds.” He reached out and grasped her nearest ass cheek, enjoying the way her flesh gave beneath his fingers. He started to maneuver her onto her belly and her buttocks clenched. “What’s the matter?”
“Do you have to do it in there?” She lifted her head and tossed her hair out of eyes. They possessed the same magical attraction he first seen on board the transporter. He caressed her bottom, feeling the residue of heat from the earlier spanking. “Didn’t you enjoy it?”
“Yes, I mean, it had its moments. First time isn’t going to be perfect,” she rambled and her face flushed pink with embarrassment.
Taking her tight virgin hole was memorable to the point he’d wished he’d recorded the moment for prosperity. “It was perfect for me.” He soothed her hot spots with circular motions. Perhaps he’d misjudged her enthusiasm. “Did I hurt you?”
“No. Not like that.” She propped her chin on her arms. “Is it common for you to… do that? Even on a first…” She pulled a face. “What do you call a fuck on a desk?”
He began to understand what was causing her to unravel. “Passionate. Needed. Incredible.” He patted her bottom with each word. “I don’t treat anal sex as anything unusual. For Vendu it is about submission. You willingly give me what I desire.”
She pursed her lips. “What do I get out of all this, Marco?”
“Me. My sexual skills. My unswerving dominance. My protection.” For most women with whom he’d formed a relationship, those characteristics were more than sufficient to keep them satisfied. With Freya, the notion of love emerged from the background and made its presence felt. Was that what he felt when he’d fucked her and came so readily? Had she infected him with the human affliction?
“I can see their importance. Feel them,” she added. “I appreciated them, seriously, I love it when you show me that bossy side. It’s the best part of you. But, anal. It’s not something I associate with lovemaking. Fucking, yes, but…” She shook her head. “I’m not explaining myself very well.”
He removed his hand. “I do understand. I think if I’d come into this room, bent you over the bed, and fucked you hard from the outset, that little bum hole of yours would be begging for me to take it. Instead, I treated you to kisses and a leisurely fuck. I guess you don’t feel the need for my rougher side. Yes?”
Her deep sigh was laced with relief and she nodded. “Yes. I think you know me better than I give you credit for.”
“What’s bothering you? You’ve bottled something up inside you. Don’t you like the Volta? Is it so scary? Please don’t tell me you want to go back.”
“The protocols. To me, they create distance between us. Some are sexy, erotic, kneeling I could get to like, calling you sir, I don’t mind those things. Others, I don’t know. Lalita,” she paused and breathed deeply. “Lalita showed me this room and said she’d punish me if I screwed up.” Tears wet her eyes. “I don’t want her—”
He shushed her with a kiss on her lips. “I told Lalita she isn’t allowed to punish you. That is my responsibility. Only I will spank that fine ass of yours.”
“I will get things wrong. I know I will.”
“And there will be consequences. Put yourself in danger, make mischief, or openly rebel, Freya, and I will punish you.” He tapped her bottom. “However, I will also try to meet your needs too. Let’s save the ass fucks for when they are needed by both of us. I’m going to lie on my back and you’ll sit astride me and come on my cock.”
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p; She grinned. “I shall sit astride you and come on your cock. Sir.”
He helped her lower herself into position, impaling her pussy on his erection. She rode him with a superlative expression of delight and her fingers bolted to his tattooed chest. He cupped her ass cheeks and assisted her rhythmic rise and fall, encouraging her to move faster until her breasts swung.
Throughout her vigorous bouncing, he gazed on her rapt face as her jaw dropped and her head tilted backwards. She leaked over his cock as she came and he easily felt the ripples of her spasms massage his erection. It wouldn’t take much more of her jiggling to make him come again. This time, he was sure he’d be fully spent.
What the fuck had she done to him?
Chapter Nine
Freya completed a length of the swimming pool. The crystal clear water lapped around her breasts as she stood and shook out her wet hair. Soft music played in the background and there was a quiet hubbub of voices engaged in conversation. The water failed to disguise her nudity.
The first time she’d swum in the pool, the requirement to swim naked had proved a stumbling block. She’d hovered around the fringe, picking at the hem of the dainty dress she’d been instructed to wear. Only when she noted that the other jenjins appeared happy to undress had she found the courage to follow their lead.
It turned out nudity was so common within the Volta that none of the women drew attention to it, nor did they pass judgment on others. Whatever feminine features Freya possessed that weren’t in common with the other jenjin, they remained a taboo topic of discussion.
Her first three days in the Volta had passed with relative ease. Marco hadn’t returned, which had disappointed her. During her allocated time for meditation, she found herself reliving their lovemaking, especially the sensual pleasures he’d shown her in the bedroom. After the noise of the laundry, the tranquility of the Volta proved restful. One of the overseers—the Vendu mistresses tasked with maintaining order in the Volta—suggested Freya take up harp playing. The Vendu harp with its triangular design produced a delightful sound and Freya attended a lesson every day.