by Lily Harlem
Briella couldn’t contain the sob that broke free from her chest and caught in her throat.
“Oh, slave,” Gast said, exasperation lacing his tone. “Every time we must have these tears and I don’t know why.”
“I’m sorry, Sir, I just miss her.”
“So do I, but I understand the need for her to be educated and to be around the other children of Roun. It’s not good for her to grow up isolated in the mountains with us.”
“But she’s happy here.”
“Of course she’s happy at home with her parents. Would we have it any other way?”
“No, Sir.”
Gast rested his arm around Briella’s shoulder and pulled her close. “She has to go to school. It is the law and it is definitely one I agree with.”
The weight of his arm was comforting, as was the brush of his skin against hers. She knew he was right, but it still tugged her heart to say goodbye.
Siren climbed into the vehicle, throwing a final wave their way.
Briella waved back as a tear slid down her cheek. She couldn’t help it, it was how she felt. Siren was so beloved, so precious. Briella would love her parents, brother, and cousins to meet her.
But that would never happen.
As dust billowed up from the school vehicle and it took to the road to Ryl, Gast turned her to face him. He cupped her cheeks and looked down at her tearstained face. “This is no good. You need to have more control.”
“I know, Sir. I’ll try harder next time.”
He tipped his head. “Perhaps I should spank you so you remember to keep these emotions in check next week and to give you something to take your mind off Siren’s leaving now.”
“If that is what you wish, Sir?”
“It is not what I wish; it is what would help keep your emotions in check.”
She thought about it. Spankings were always helpful when she needed to release stress and right now she felt like a bubbling cauldron of stress. She nodded. “Yes. It would help.” Her chest was also a little tight; soon she would need to be medicated. Gast knew this of course, and she enjoyed it when he timed a spanking with medication.
“Good girl.” He smiled gently.
“Shall I wait for you in the sleeping area as usual?”
He shook his head. “That won’t be necessary. Siren isn’t here now; I can medicate you anywhere in the dome I wish.” He twitched his eyebrows and bit his bottom lip as though holding back a big grin. “No little eyes to see things they shouldn’t.”
“Yes, Sir.” A bubble of excitement burst in her belly. “Where would you like me?”
“In my workshop.”
“In your workshop? Outdoors?”
“Yes.” He released her and stepped back. “I’ve invented a new device that I wish to try out. It’s heavy and can stay outdoors.”
Her heart fluttered, not just at the thought of being medicated out in the open air. Gast’s capacity for inventing seemed to know no bounds. He was talented, industrious, and imaginative. He also seemed to have their erotic pleasure first and foremost in his mind when it came to creating new delights.
He reached for her hand and steered her from the front door through the low gate to his walled workshop. It was to the right of the dome; behind it the mountain towered upward, the bobbing sunflower heads the only dots of color on the orange-hued rock, and stretching into the distance, the plains of northern Roun. Her master’s view when he worked was spectacular and wild and it was easy to see anyone approaching them through the basin. In the sky, silhouetted by the three suns, birds circled, and a single bruised-purple cloud sat near the diamond-white moon.
He drew to a halt next to a structure draped in a leather tarpaulin and stood behind her.
“I know it’s your arms that ache the most for Siren when she leaves,” he said quietly, his breaths hot by her ear. “So I’m going to help you out with that.”
“Yes, Sir.” She fluttered her eyes closed as he smoothed his hands from her shoulders, down her arms to her wrists. He pressed them together in the small of her back.
He began to wind rope around her arms, starting just above her elbow and strapping her tight right to her palms. She was used to this; Gast would often trap her hands behind her back, or above her head and attached to the bedpost. He seemed to enjoy her being incapacitated and at his mercy, which suited her just fine.
“Wriggle your fingers, slave,” he instructed.
She did as he’d asked.
“Any pains in your fingers, tell me instantly.”
“Of course, Master.”
He stepped in front of her, brushing his lips over hers. “Open your eyes. I think we will both enjoy this new invention.”
She looked up at his handsome face. A flash of excitement crossed his eyes.
“I’m certain that will be the case,” she said. A tremor had started up in her belly and her pussy was dampening.
He took hold of the leather tarpaulin and, with a flick of his wrist, tugged it away, creating a plume of dust.
Beneath it was a bench that stood on four legs. It was at waist height to Briella, and had a padded leather surface. From it hung several straps with buckles. Straps also lined the legs closest to her.
“What is it, Sir?” she asked.
“I think it will be easier to show you rather than explain.” He maneuvered her to the end of it, then pressed her shoulders, urging her to rest her body down on the padded section.
It was cool on her naked breasts but wonderfully soft.
“You will not need this,” he said, tugging at her skirt and removing it.
“No, Sir.” She turned her head to the left, so she could see the view, and rested her cheek flat.
“And your legs, wider.”
“Yes, Sir.” She did as he’d asked and her toes touched the base of the bench’s legs.
“I do not wish you to fall off and hurt yourself,” he said. “So I’m fastening you down.”
“Yes Sir.” Her breath hitched as a strong strap fastened around her upper torso. It tightened, pinning her to the bench. She really wasn’t going to be able to move, or lift up.
He secured three more straps, the last one sitting at the base of her back. Her ass, as she’d suspected, would remain free from anything. He’d likely want easy access to that.
As always, with something new in their medication routine, Briella had a flutter of nerves. Gast would never hurt her in a bad way, but still… he was a big Roun man and had impressive muscles. She was small and delicate and when he got carried away, at the height of the erotic pleasure, she sometimes wondered how much control he had.
“And your legs,” he said, stooping and sliding his hands down her left one. “They will also be attached to the spanking bench. I wish you to be firmly in place.”
Spanking bench?
Of course it was. She should have guessed.
A small whimper caught in her mouth as he proceeded to secure four straps to each leg, completely harnessing her to the bench. And with her arms pinned together and further tied down by the straps over her torso, she could go nowhere.
Not that she wanted to.
The warm breeze slipping down the mountainside slid over her ass cheeks and tickled through her hair.
Gast moved in front of her to his workbench.
She wondered when he’d get started. The suns were blazing down on her Zoid skin, so she knew he wouldn’t leave her for hours, the way he sometimes did on the cross indoors, but still, he had a decent length of time to play with before she burned to any degree.
“I’ve been busy, slave,” he said, coming into her line of vision again. “And created this.”
He held out a flat wooden disk, about the size of one of their plates. He’d attached a loop of leather to it and slipped his hand through the loop. It turned his palm into a solid circle of wood.
“It’s lovely, Sir.” What was it?
“It’s to mark your buttocks. Look, I have engraved my initials o
n it, so when I smack you, the blood will not rush to the skin there and you’ll bear my name.”
“That’s very clever, Sir.” She meant that, she really did. But this invention looked very efficient at providing a solid, flat base of contact to her rear, and in turn serious pain. Already her skin tingled. The first few strikes of a spanking always had her bemoaning her wanting one, but when Gast got going, layering up the strikes, she soon became pleasantly giddy.
“You may cry out,” he said, gesturing to the empty valley. “There’s no one to disturb.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
Sliding his hand over her, as though checking the straps, he moved from her view. His touch extended down her buttocks, each one in turn.
She adored his hands on her, and relaxed into the caress.
“Get ready, slave.”
“Yes, Sir… argh!”
A spank had landed, hard and fast, firm male power behind the whack.
She panted, her shoulders heaving as she drew in air. The wooden disk had seared against her skin; the pain was growing, getting harsher and stronger, not abating.
She groaned and jerked against the bench but couldn’t move more than a fraction.
“You’re doing so well,” he said, gathering up her hair and tugging.
She stretched her neck to reduce the pain in her scalp and stared straight ahead.
“Try and relax,” he said. “It will make it better for you if you do, both physically and emotionally.”
“Yes, Sir.” Relax? How could she when she knew what was coming?
Another smack.
“Argh!” she yelped. The other buttock was now blistering hot with pain rushing over it.
“Ah, yes, you’re blooming nicely. I can see the letters GRN growing in the center.” He kept hold of her hair. “I wish you could see it.”
She didn’t answer, she was concentrating on breathing. Already she was due medication and now, with the sting of those strikes, she was becoming tight-chested.
“Now that I’ve admired your branding,” he said. “I will deliver the real spanking. You will try harder to control your emotions when our daughter leaves for education each week.”
“Yes, Sir. I understand, I’m sorry, Sir.”
He didn’t reply; instead he set up a sure and swift pace of spanking her with the wooden disk.
She bucked and cried out. But harnessed to the bench and with her hair in his grip, she was well and truly trapped.
“Ah, yes, yes…” he said, excitement lacing his tone. “That’s it, what a wonderful color you’re going, slave.”
She didn’t doubt it. The sharp nips in her ass were creating flashes of red in her vision. Her pulse thudded, her pussy contracted. She was sure a drip of moisture was trickling down her inner thigh.
Being spanked by her master gave her a shameful pleasure, one she didn’t completely understand and he’d told her not to concern herself with it, only to go with the flow and let the erotic pleasure take her when it arrived.
He slapped and slapped the wood against her. She felt sure each strike would be the last but he kept on going. His energy seemed limitless.
The mountains had blurred, her eyes so full of tears. She no longer had the energy to cry out or fight her binds. She’d folded in on herself, the pain in her buttocks and the need in her pussy all that existed. Her body slumped and she was thankful for the straps securing her to the bench.
“There, it is all over,” he said, finally releasing her hair and ceasing the spanking.
She rested her damp cheek on the leather as her hair fell over her shoulder. Her ass was on fire as though burning embers coated her skin.
He was stroking over it, murmuring soothing noises. His hands were so cool compared to the heat of her flesh and she appreciated his touch.
“I’ll medicate you soon, slave,” he said, slipping his fingertips over her anus. “But first this.” He pushed a finger into her.
She groaned. Just when she’d reached sensation overload he added something else to the moment.
“That’s it, take me,” he said, adding another finger and stretching her hole.
She’d always take him, no matter what he gave her. He was her master and having him in her body was what she longed for.
He withdrew. Her anus clamped shut.
“Oh, no,” he said with a chuckle. “There’s more.”
The tip of the plugging device he’d made touched her tight bud. She knew it was the plug because of its cool, pointed shape and the scent of the lubrication he always used with it.
“Oh, Sir…” she managed, concentrating on a collection of sunflower heads that had been left out for the birds on the work area floor. The centers had been pecked away. “Oh…”
The device slipped higher, extending her ring.
He didn’t go fast but it wasn’t a slow ride either. He knew she could take it, had on many occasions, so he inserted it with a confident determination.
Briella was proud that he knew her so well and that she could accept his plug into her body. She wondered if he’d deliver her medication into her ass later; he often did if she’d been plugged for the afternoon.
“That’s it, nearly there,” he said.
She curled her toes into the dusty ground. The last bit of the plug was the widest and stretched her to the point she thought she could take no more.
Finally it popped in, leaving only the safety bar on the outside.
She sighed and clenched and unclenched her fists. She hoped her master was pleased with her.
“Oh, slave. You look beautiful. I’m so pleased with how you fit on this spanking bench. It’s perfect. You’re perfect.”
She didn’t answer, but instead smiled, her cheek bunching on the leather. It filled her heart with joy when Gast spoke like that—desire and awe and love in his voice.
“And your pussy,” he said. “So moist for me. Suns above, it’s dripping sweet nectar.” He fluttered his fingers over her folds of skin, bringing them to rest at her entrance. “One more thing,” he said. “To add to your erotic pleasure.”
There was a small mechanical click, then something, a small hard pad, rose from the end of the bench, applying pressure to the area beneath her clitoris.
“Can you feel it?” he asked.
“Yes, Sir.”
“I think you’ll find it most pleasing to rub your clitoris against as I medicate your pussy.”
Oh, how right he was. Her clitoris was already tingling and swollen. She wanted to massage it on the hard pad, build up the pressure that was already growing there to release point.
“How are your hands?” he asked.
She gave a test grind against the new pad, working it against her clitoris. “Mmm…” It felt so good. Just the right rigidity.
“Slave.” He gave her ass a swift slap. “Answer me.”
She jerked. “Ah, yes, it’s good. My fingers, they’re fine.”
“Pay attention to my words, slave.”
“Yes, Sir.”
His cock was at her entrance. Heat from his legs radiated onto hers.
Excitement rocketed through her. He was going to medicate her outside, on his new spanking bench. Not only that, her ass was full of his plug. She knew this would make her pussy tighter, much tighter and only just able to cope with his thick cock.
“So hot and wet.” He eased into her pussy, stretching her wide. “So tight,” he said, reaching forward and taking hold of her hair again. He bunched it into a rough ponytail and tugged.
She groaned as she was forced to look straight ahead at the valley beyond. Her neck stretched, her back arched, she took him deep into her pussy.
His body hair abraded her sore ass and she knew he’d reached full depth. He stayed there, allowing her to breathe through the thick and solid invasion in her pussy. With the plug he seemed even bigger than usual, as if his cock had grown in size. It took some doing to work with the dense filling rather than fight against it.
Bu
t after a few breaths she did. And as soon as she went with it, the erotic pleasure cried out for attention.
She tensed her internal muscles, hugging him.
“Oh, slave… when you do that…” He pulled out, pushed back in.
A long wail of bliss tore from her. As he’d pushed back in, her clitoris had rubbed against the pad. Her erotic pleasure was so close. So tempting.
She trembled from her toes to the top of her spine, sweat popped on her back, she didn’t even remember to blink.
He set up a fast, urgent rhythm, as though the binding and spanking and plugging had made him impatient for his release of semen.
“Master. Master. Master.” Her words were punctuated by the thrusts of his hips, the burying of his cock. “Master… it’s here.”
The erotic pleasure claimed her. Bliss shot from her clitoris. Her pussy spasmed and her ass clenched the plug. Her skin prickled, starting in her buttocks and spreading outward.
“Ah, slave. Your medication. Soak it up.”
She didn’t need telling. Her body did that for her. And as he spurted into her, his semen washing over her insides, she took a deep, satisfying breath to the base of her lungs.
Then she wailed, a high-pitched burst of pleasure that rose up to the suns and the moon. She imagined it echoing around the valley, and swirling with the calls of the birds.
On and on he pounded into her, releasing more potent semen. Her clitoris continued to spin out pleasure to the rest of her body. She clenched her fists and bucked back for more.
Gast was panting hard as he released her hair. She allowed her head to twist to the side, her cheek landing hard on the bench. He slowed, the soft noises of his cock in her pussy all she concentrated on.
“This bench,” he said breathlessly, “is good at its job. What do you think, Briella, my beautiful slave?”
“Yes… it is…” She couldn’t remember when medication time had been so extreme or so much fun. She felt wrung out, exhausted, used up. But with that an intense satisfaction washed down on her the way the suns’ rays were. Her emotions were back under control. He knew her so well, her master, what she needed even before she did.
Gast withdrew, sliding his hands over her smarting buttocks as he did so.