Tormented Passage
Page 10
The girl that stared back from the mirror was if anything more beautiful than she had been six weeks ago. She was certainly more striking and erotic. Her skin never had white heads or zits. She never had period pains or mood swings. Her eyes hadn't had lashes as long or reflected the glint of near permanent arousal. A tongue with its heavy furniture licked out over full bright red lips and white perfect teeth flashed. The girl with her long black shiny hair was definitely top heavy. She lay on her back on a bed of dark blue sheets that contrasted with her creamy skin. Below her slave collar her full breasts, slightly shiny and swollen, with their faint dusting of blue veins showing through satin smooth skin, had fallen towards her armpits. They mounded high still, there was so much tit flesh. Large dark aureoles looked tumescent and gravid, there was little doubt that her long fat teats would supply milk. Two fingers and thumb took one nipple and masturbated it as though it were a small penis. It was fat and rubbery and still a good eight to ten millimetres protruded through the girl's fingers. The reflection had a waist smaller than the naive wannabe girl's of six weeks ago, the corsets had seen to that. Whittling away at the inches, enhancing the curve of tit and hip, making them seemingly fuller and rounder. The figure I looked at turned on her side and her big gently aching breasts now piled one on top of the other displaying a dramatic outthrust too. Yes, definitely bigger, too big, but the bottom cheeks, though not big, had a bubble butt shape that at least balanced her in part and the legs were definitely long and shapely. The figure rolled back on her back and the breasts moved in rolling jiggle, settled back into position in her armpits. Now she parted her legs and displayed a smooth plump mound that was a lush pad for the action she endured and enjoyed every day and night. At the top of her slit an engorged and enlarged ringed clit stood proud from its hood and the wings of the cloak showed swollen and full between pouting outer labia. Fascinated, I watched a finger check the thick ring piercing the fat little man and the gleam of arousal built on those fat dark pink lips.
"Boing!" A gong sounded soft a low. It startled me back to reality, a reminder that it was time to go to the Captain's cabin. 'Sweet Thing!" because of her 'program' couldn't see or hear into private cabins unless authorised or because of an emergency. I think that previously Captain Avon had allowed her total access but with my advent that had stopped. I don't think she liked it. I rolled over, my big aching breasts hung and swung as I got up from the bed and strapped my feet into a pair of tall ankle shoes. It was more comfortable these days than bare feet even though the ship's gravity had been set down to just over two-thirds Earth standard. Next I took the ball into my mouth and tightened the retaining strap. It had to be tight as slackness would only attract a spanking at the least. I tried to avoid pain though inevitably the right sort made me wet and sometimes orgasmic now. Next I clamped cuffs above each elbow and then folded my arms behind me so I could fit my wrists into the smaller spring-loaded cuffs attached to them. I looked into a wall mirror as I tried to wriggle and shrug myself into some sort of comfort, I should have known by now that was impossible. My big tits really did jut and there was no way I could shrug them out of existence.
'Sweet Thing!' was surprisingly roomy, especially since she had been upgraded to the latest, smaller types of drive, that and the replacement of the old suspended animation cabinets with the smaller more effective stasis pods. The cabins surrounded the central core and as I walked along the simulated wooden decking, it felt strange to be so naked. Corseting and erotic costume had at least given me some, if spurious feeling of being clothed.
"Ah there you are, Slut." We were firmly back in to our roles now and though it always made me feel wary, it also excited me. He suckled quickly as though checking operation and quality. It took some of the ache away though the electric thrill from nipple to clit made me clench but for once no dildo filled me. I felt strangely bereft and empty but it was also a relief to the overworked muscles of my pelvic floor. "Let's get you down to the entertainment suite," He clicked my leash on to my collar, giving it a little jerk as he did so. I hadn't a clue where he meant and I couldn't ask. The ache in my jaws was still there but it had yet to reach numbness. I could only follow him apprehensively and ever conscious of how my big unsupported boobs were bouncing and swaying.
"Tonight, the night before we depart, we're going to party." I could feel the arousal that the combination of bondage and his dominance caused but as always it was the fear of the unknown and unexpected that underpinned it.
Keep your eyes open for Part II to be published in January 2011