His by Right

by Linda Mooney

  Gleeth motioned for her to get up. “Hurry. We do not like to make the clientele wait too long.”

  “But it’s only been a day since he was here! No more than two!” Regardless, she rushed out the door and ran through the corridors, her bare feet making slapping sounds on the metal floor.

  She was breathless once she reached the pleasuring room. Quickly, she arranged herself on the table, tapping the cuffs with her ankles to make them shut. It hadn’t taken her long to realize that until all the Is were dotted, and all the Ts crossed, the table didn’t move. She had to be in the correct position before she was presented to the clientele.

  As the panel in the wall slid up, she wriggled in anticipation. She had dreamed of the man last night. If not for the slight soreness between her legs when she awoke, she would have believed she had imagined him.

  The puff of air letting her know the client entered the other room came as the panel was still sealing itself under her arms. She had no idea she was trembling until a hand rested on her sternum, above her heart. It reminded her to try and keep track of how many hands she felt on her at one time, but deep down it no longer bothered her. As long as the guy and his Mr. Bumpy continued to satisfy her, what did it matter if he had three hands?

  She stilled. Or two heads? Or—

  The hand brushed away the filmy fabric and cupped her right breast. As he had before, his mouth closed over her left nipple, and he proceeded to simultaneously suckle and play with her nipples.

  Meredith squirmed, giggling softly. She was getting hornier by the second, but she knew that if the client continued to follow his script, it would be a while before she’d reach payday.

  Enjoy it, Merry. Lie there and let the hands of a master work on you. Oh, good Lord, that feels wonderful!

  She didn’t expect the client to suddenly let go of her boobs and spread her legs. Apparently, he was as anxious to get to the meat of the meeting as she was. Before she could remember to count hands, the client bent over her lower lips and slid his wet tongue over her entrance and clit. She gasped, and at the same time, the smooth head of his hot erection was shoved into her.

  There was no more foreplay. This time, the client meant to make this a hard and fast fuck, purely for his own satisfaction.

  Regardless, it felt even better than the last time. She wished she could lift her knees to increase the sensitivity, but the cuffs around her ankles kept her legs pinned down.

  He rocked her, lunging full and deep within her with a force so strong, she could feel the seal across her chest struggling to remain firm. Hands grabbed her hips, and the client leaned over her, adjusting himself before resuming. She could feel his breath on her sweaty skin. A tongue slid across her breast, as if tasting her. That mysterious third hand found her clit, and Meredith no longer cared to keep track.

  She was rising, higher and higher, straining for that peak, a scream building up in her throat. The hands suddenly released her hips, and the fingers spread her lower lips as far apart as possible. His movements were no longer smooth, but shorter and more forceful.

  Her release swept her away, consuming her in a wildfire of heat and glory. She shrieked, but never heard it, so caught up in wave after wave of pleasure spreading through her. Wrapped up in her own orgasm, she never knew when he came. All sense of the present was gone as she was caught up in sheet after sheet of pleasure piling on top of her.

  Once all was over, and she lay panting in the aftermath, she would swear she felt the client press his forehead between her breasts. Hot puffs of air flowed across her nipples. He remained inside her as his dick slowly collapsed. Finally, he pulled out, taking away the thickness and the slab of heat that had covered her mons.

  Then, instead of one kiss on her stomach to signal his leaving, he lifted his head and placed his lips where it had pressed. Then another, and another, and another, making a trail of kisses all the way down her belly, past her navel, and ending at the top of her mound where the hair was gradually growing back.

  She felt the cool air as he left the other room, followed by the slight vibration of the panel rising. As the table withdrew into the room, the lights brightened as they normally did. The cuffs did not release her until the table stopped and the wall was closed. This time, she did not feel like sleeping in the pleasuring room. She wanted to retreat to her own room, curl up on her pallet, and have more sweet, nasty dreams about Turbo Dick.

  Gradually, she sat up on the edge of the table, and was about to get to her feet, when Gleeth burst into the room. Meredith stared woozily at the creature.

  “What?”

  “What did the client write on you?”

  “What? Write on me? Where?” She looked down at herself to see what the alien was talking about.

  She found it. It was a small mark, no bigger than a postage stamp, made directly below her belly button. At first she couldn’t tell what had made the reddish lines, until she realized it was blood. Giving a little squeak of terror, she was about to wipe it away when Gleeth grabbed her wrist with a tentacle.

  “Wait.”

  “It’s blood! The guy cut me!”

  “No, he did not cut you. The blood is his,” Gleeth calmly informed her.

  Her panic subsided. Sniffing, Meredith looked back at the hieroglyph. “His blood? Why? What does it mean? Why did he put it there?”

  The alien seemed to debate with itself, finally coming to a conclusion. “The client you call Terr Boh Deek, is an Alcatian. They are a master race in this part of the galaxy.”

  Meredith remained silent as Gleeth continued to explain.

  “We rarely get an Alcatian as a client, mainly because we rarely have a humanoid product for them to sample. Trust me when I tell you, as long as I have been on this ship, I have never known an Alcatian to come to us more than once, much less for the same product.” A tentacle waved over the mark. “I do not know what the symbol means, but I will have our experts see if they can interpret it. In the meantime, do not worry about it. Go wash yourself and rest, and have something to eat.”

  “Hold on.” She got off the table. “Earlier you told me Turbo Dick would return. Now you’re telling me you’ve never known an Alcatian to visit more than once?”

  “I told you the chances were good he would return,” Gleeth corrected her.

  “But you weren’t certain. You were just telling me that to get me off your back, didn’t you? You lied to me!”

  The creature bowed its head. “I may have fibbed a little.”

  She crossed her arms over her chest. “Bet you’re glad he did return.” She was delighted to see the black splotches appearing on the alien’s skin. The alien knew it had been caught. Well, this time, I’ll let her off the hook. “So, do you think he’ll be back a third time?”

  “You know as much as I do, Merry. But, for your sake, I hope he does. I have never seen you truly happy until now.”

  Gleeth exited the room without further word. By the time Meredith stepped into the corridor, there was no sign of the creature. She took a deep breath and felt her vagina clench. A shiver of delight went through her as residual feeling echoed through her flesh.

  When she got back to her room, she carved a replica of the symbol on her belly into the bowl she kept hidden away. Then she went into the cleansing chamber where the mark from the Alcatian was washed away.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Offer

  By Meredith’s best estimation, three days passed without Turbo Dick returning. During that time, every instance a client paid for her services, she hoped it would be the Alcatian. But when Gleeth didn’t comment, she went into the pleasure room with a heavy heart. Maybe it was because of her disappointment that those clients weren’t able to bring her to completion. She apologized to Gleeth for her inability to climax, but the alien didn’t appear to be too upset with her. She figured that, all around, the ship was happy it didn’t have to give out a bunch of bonus points on her account.

  On the bright side, during those inte
rvening days, she found the window which allowed her to view outer space. It was not a very large window, about the size of small sub-compact car, with a thick transparent center. Very thick. Meredith tapped the clear material. Thick and tough.

  She had no idea where they were or where they were heading. Even if she did, she knew it wouldn’t mean anything to her. Outer space was outer space, their location just another section of the universe. To her, stars and planets, galaxies and solar systems, and all those astronomical terms, meant nothing to her. To make matters worse, standing at the window and looking out only worsened her growing sense of homesickness. According to her tally marks on the bowl, she had served nearly two dozen clients, if she counted the Alcatian’s return visit. She figured she had been on the whoreship the same number of days, perhaps a day or two longer.

  After watching the motionless stars for a few more minutes, she went to the lounge where several products greeted her.

  “Where have you been?” Avalanth asked. “We thought you were gone.”

  “What do you mean, gone? I went to see what outer space looked like. By the way,” she flashed a small smile at Pudrith, “thanks for the directions.”

  The creature stopped long enough from scratching one of its lumpy protuberances to wave an arm. “Anytime. See anything interesting?”

  “No. You were right. It looks exactly like it does from my world. There’s just more of it.”

  “Were you expecting something different?”

  “Yeah. Kinda.” Of course she’d been expecting something different. Like maybe a flaming comet, or a planet with rings rotating in the distance as the ship flew by. Damn Hollywood movies.

  “Well, we were talking about the latest gossip.” Both of Xath-Erac’s stalked eyes rotated to face her. “Guess who it is about.”

  “All right. I give. What have I done now?” Once Diad moved over to give her room, she plopped down on a couple of pillows and stretched out.

  “We do not know what you did, but you must have done it well,” Diad purred. “Rumor says an offer has been made for you.”

  Meredith raised an eyebrow. “An offer for sex? So what?”

  “No, Merry,” Xath-Erac explained. “An offer for you. For all of you.”

  “To take you away from here,” Pudrith added.

  Meredith felt a sudden, overwhelming fear. Sitting up, she gave everyone a worried look. “Take me away? To where? Who offered?” She stared at Diad. “Where are you getting all this nonsense?”

  “It is not nonsense,” Diad retorted. “We are telling you the truth.”

  “How do you know it’s the truth? Where did you hear it?”

  Diad huffed. “Sometimes others forget who can catch mental transmissions.”

  Several tittered at the remark.

  “Well, who made the offer? Do you know?” Meredith persisted.

  Pudrith gave a shrug. “We do not know who made the offer. We only know an offer was given to Gleeth.”

  “When? Did she accept it?”

  Xath-Erac puffed out one of her bladders. “If she had taken it, you would not be here now.”

  “That is why we were surprised to see you walk in,” Diad added. “Until you did, we thought you were gone.”

  “When did this happen?”

  “Today.”

  “Why wasn’t I told?”

  “We have,” Pudrith replied.

  “I mean, why didn’t Gleeth tell me?”

  No one answered her. After a few more minutes, Meredith got to her feet and stalked out of the room. It didn’t matter she had no idea where Gleeth’s room was located. All she was certain about was that the alien did not want her to roam about the ship. Therefore, the quickest way to get the millipede to come to her was to take a casual stroll down unfamiliar corridors. As she expected, she had barely gone a few hundred yards when the alien confronted her.

  “Do you wish to talk to me?”

  “Yeah, and you know what about.”

  “This time, unfortunately, I am drawing a blank. Care to enlighten me?”

  “I was told someone made a bid for me.”

  The creature momentarily froze in place, then bowed its head. “There was.”

  “Why wasn’t I told?”

  “There was no need.”

  “What are you talking about? You’re discussing me! You’re bartering with my future!”

  Meredith caught sight of the alien’s skin beginning to darken with orange patches. “You have forgotten the fact that you are our product. You no longer have any voice in your future. At least, not until your time is up. Until then, we control your present and your future.”

  Unexpectedly, the creature appeared to have a sudden change of heart, and it placed a tentacle on her shoulder, giving it a pat.

  “We know you have yearnings for your home world.”

  “You have no idea.”

  “Then think of this. If we had accepted the offer, you would have lost any chance of returning to your planet.”

  Meredith stared at Gleeth with wide eyes. “That’s a low blow. Besides, you don’t know that.” She started to return to her room when the alien called out to her.

  “It was from your Terr Boh Deek.”

  She froze with her back to the creature. There was no way she would let the millipede see how badly the revelation tore her apart.

  “I don’t believe you.”

  “We had to refuse,” Gleeth told her.

  Tears rolled hot and fast down her cheek, but she still wouldn’t turn around.

  “Why?”

  “We discussed the offer, and we all agreed. You are worth more than what we were bid.”

  “That’s it? That’s why you refused his bid? Because it wasn’t enough? How the fuck did you figure out my total worth in the first place?”

  “It is a standard formula. We estimate the number of clients you could service in your two years with us, and multiply that with what we charge. If the price is more, we usually take the offer.”

  Wiping her face with her hands, Meredith turned around to give the alien her dirtiest look. “Wow. To think I’m still here because of a low ball offer.”

  “No.” Gleeth shook its head. “His offer was nearly twice what we estimated your worth would be.”

  She was stunned to the point of gasping. “What?”

  “The committee came to the conclusion that if the Alcatian was willing to bid that much for you, he might offer more if we refused him. Or someone else might come along who would give us another, higher offer.”

  Her mind was whirling from what Gleeth told her. Worse, her heart was bleeding from the realization that she truly was a product. A thing to be owned and sold at their whim, with absolutely no regard for her feelings or desires.

  Letting out a scream of anger, Meredith took off at a run for her room where she collapsed on her pallet and sobbed until exhaustion eventually pulled her into an restless sleep.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Intent

  Bajud banged on the panel beside the door. Neeveer wasn’t answering. Neither was he allowing anyone inside his private chambers. But that wasn’t stopping the assistant from trying to reach the man.

  “Open up. I am not leaving until I find out what is happening with you. We are worried. We all are worried.”

  The door turned into mist. Not waiting for the man to change his mind, Bajud hurried inside. The man was standing beside his bed. A case was lying open in front of him. Something glimmered within the metal container, but Bajud focused on the commander.

  “I allowed you to enter for one reason,” Neeveer spoke before the younger man could comment. “I also know why you are here.”

  “Then you know what I am going to ask.” Bajud stood on the other side of the bed to face the man.

  The faintest smile crossed the commander’s face. “And you know what I am going to reply.”

  “You are going back to that ship. Yet again!”

  “I must.”

 
“Why?”

  “Do not try to talk me out of it,” Neeveer warned. His tone of voice was harsh. It was a direct order. Bajud shook his head.

  “I cannot talk you out of going, but I deserve an explanation. This behavior is not you. I have never known you to throw yourself into this kind of situation. These repeated visits to a whoreship is totally—”

  “Listen to me, Bajud. I do not expect you to understand, but I expect you to accept my decisions.”

  The assistant clasped his hand in front of himself. The posture of obedience. Neeveer sighed loudly, then slowly closed the container.

  “I have found her.”

  Bajud remained silent.

  “I have found my seela.”

  Bajud felt shock stream through his body. “On the whoreship?”

  Again, that barely perceptible smile appeared like a faint shadow across the commander’s face. So faint and brief, the assistant could almost believe he imagined it.

  “I was also in disbelief.”

  “Is she Alcatian?”

  “No, but she is humanoid. She is compatible.” Neeveer hesitated for a moment before continuing. “Maybe that is why I experienced the ultimate joy with her.”

  “Because she is not Alcatian?”

  “Why are you so skeptic? There have been others who have found their seela with other species.”

  “The others are not you,” Bajud argued. “They are not commanders of an interplanetary peace-keeping vessel.” He dropped his hands, his stance softening. “I never thought you would find her, although it explains why you have gone against orders.”

  “You will not take this from my quarters.” The harsh tone had returned. It was another direct command.

  Bajud dropped his eyes, until they rested on the container. “What do you plan to do?”

  “I am going to claim her.”

  “Claim her? How?”

  “I have marked her. She is mine by right.”

  “She is another species. What if she does not accept the seela? What if she refuses you?”

  “If it is meant to be, she will come to me.”

  “She is on a whoreship.”

  “I have put my plans into action.”