“Get yourself over here, girl.”
* * *
Erin was remarkably steady on her feet, considering that she had never experienced this form of discipline before and had just taken forty strokes. He admired her pert breasts as she approached him, the rosy nipples swollen and pink, still encased in their peleonium bands. Next time he had occasion to discipline her he believed those tight little nubs would be his focus and he imagined them pinched between his fingers, flattened in the grip of the nipple clamps he would use as she squirmed and begged him for mercy.
He set aside such pleasant thoughts to concentrate instead on arranging Erin over his lap. She was beautifully acquiescent now, ready to accept the discipline he still needed to mete out to complete the agreed punishment. In Xyker’s view she had already learned her lesson but he would never curtail a punishment. Ten more spanks. Then they were done.
He cupped his hand slightly as he dropped the first one on her left buttock. The flesh was already hot to the touch. She had to be hurting but Erin hardly moved when the slap connected with her skin. He leaned over her and wrapped his arm around her waist to anchor her in position, not because he thought she would try to wriggle away, rather to ensure she didn’t slither off his lap by accident. He would not let her fall.
He continued to spank her, alternating between each crimson buttock and her thighs, seeking not to hit the same spot more than once though it was impossible to avoid the livid stripes already adorning her once-creamy flesh.
The ten strokes were quickly finished. Erin laid still and quiet, the only sound that of her labored breathing. She made no attempt to get up though he wouldn’t have stopped her.
Xyker laid his hand on her scorched bottom again and slowly traced the lines he had laid there. Erin hissed when his fingers trailed over one particularly angry-looking welt, but she made no move to escape or evade his touch.
“Do you like this, Erin? Do you want me to continue?”
No answer.
“Erin? Your punishment is finished. You can get up now if you want to. You can go.”
Still no response, though he knew she’d heard him and was aware of what he was doing, what he was saying. He continued to toy with her marks, pressing on one raised wheal until she yelped in pain. Xyker did it again, and this time she turned her head to glare at him.
“Can’t you be gentle?”
He grinned. “Yes, I can be gentle. Open your legs and I’ll demonstrate.”
She hesitated; he thought maybe she’d changed her mind. Then, slowly, she parted her thighs. Xyker leaned around to get a better view. His hard, demanding cock leapt, his balls ached at the sight. Erin’s sweet cunt was dripping, pink, swollen, drenched.
“Is this for me, little human?”
“I don’t understand. I shouldn’t feel like this, not after... after...”
“I told you before, don’t overthink. It is what it is. We are what we are. Just enjoy.”
He used his hands to part her buttocks, chuckling at her hiss of discomfort. He didn’t apologize, just took his time to peruse her puckered anus. “I want to fuck you. You know that?”
“Yes. You said so.”
“You can say no, if you want.”
“I don’t want.”
“You don’t want what, Erin?”
“I don’t want to say no.”
Ymirians offered obeisance to no deities, but had they been so inclined Xyker would have offered up thanks. Instead, he lifted Erin in his arms and got to his feet.
“Where are we going?” She slung an arm around his neck.
“To my sleeping chamber.”
* * *
Xyker’s chamber was larger than hers, but no more comfortable. The space was dominated by the huge circular sleeping platform in the center, and it was here that the alien commander deposited her. Erin squealed as her bottom connected with the mattress.
“Ow! That hurt.”
“I expect so. Spread.”
Erin made no pretense of not understanding. She ignored her throbbing buttocks and opened her legs. Zyker produced a couple of lengths of soft fabric and used them to secure the peleonium ankle bands to the foot of the bed. She was uncertain why he had done so as she had come here willingly and had no intention of leaving. Not for a while. And in any case, why not just turn down the heating?
She asked him that question as he used the same method to secure her wrists to the headboard.
He grinned. “We’ll do this the old-fashioned way. In any case, I’ve no objection to a spot of squirming and wriggling now. And I really should remove these from your nipples.” He flicked a sore nub with his fingertip.
“Yes, please.” But despite her enthusiasm to be rid of the peleonium clamps, Erin screamed as the pressure was released and the blood rushed back into her pebbled buds. “Oh, God, that hurts...”
Xyker helped a little by taking each tender nipple in his mouth and sucking on it. Erin arched her back and writhed under him. Xyker lingered only until she ceased complaining about the pain, then he moved lower.
Erin lay still, her body rigid with anticipation as he trailed open-mouthed kisses across her abdomen, paused to curl his tongue unto her navel, then ventured lower. He used his thumbs to part her labia, then paused again to gaze at her exposed pussy.
“So beautiful,” he breathed. “So fucking gorgeous.”
“Xyker, please...” Erin no longer knew what she pleaded for, just that she needed this. Needed him.
She shrieked when he at last flicked his tongue over her swollen clit, then writhed as he drew the flat of it along the length of her slit. She thrust her hips up, seeking more friction, greater intensity.
Xyker slung an arm over her stomach to pin her in place, then proceeded to tease and tantalize. His lips explored, his tongue tasted, his fingers delved within her clenching pussy to seek out that pleasure spot right inside. Erin groaned when he found it and rotated her hips in needy appreciation.
“Settle down. We don’t need to rush this.” Xyker paused to look up, to meet her eyes, which by now were glazed and dilated with lust.
“I can’t wait. I feel so... so... Please, Commander.”
“You want your orgasm?”
Ridiculous question. She nodded hard.
“You want it now?”
More fervent nodding.
“I should make you wait. It’ll be better, stronger. More intense.”
His tone was teasing, but even so, Erin whimpered her need. “Now. Please. Let me come, then fuck me. Please.”
“Ah, well, when you ask so nicely...” He lowered his face to her cunt again and wrapped his lips around her clit. The suction was exquisite, the sharp flick of his tongue unbelievably sweet. The insistent scrape of his teeth on her engorged, sensitive flesh completed the cocktail of sensation.
Erin let out a long, keening moan as her body convulsed. A kaleidoscope of brightness flashed before her closed eyes, waves of undiluted pleasure pulsed through her trembling limbs and her empty pussy contracted hard. She struggled against the restraints that held her secure, tried to reach for him, to hold him close.
“I want you inside me. Xyker? Commander? Now...”
He wasted no time in complying, and despite being the one tied to the bed Erin felt a heady sense of power as he obeyed her lust-fueled command. Her pussy was still quivering with the aftershocks of her release when he drove his thick, wide cock deep inside her.
There was pain, intense but fleeting as her body expanded to accept his width. He felt large, filled her, stretched her beyond anything she had experienced in the past. It was too much. Not enough. Not nearly enough.
“More,” she groaned. “Harder. Faster. Fuck me hard.”
Xyker buried his face in the crook of her neck. His breath filled her senses as his cock filled her clenching pussy. He withdrew, paused for a moment, then drove himself balls-deep inside her. Erin gasped, then moaned. She yearned to wrap her legs around him, but was helpless, his to use as h
e saw fit.
And use her he did. He pumped his solid, demanding cock in and out, short, stabbing strokes then long, possessing ones. He used his hands to tilt her hips forward, gave himself a better angle, drove deeper still while Erin gasped and panted her delight.
Arousal coiled again, another orgasm stirred, built, then surged through her, sweeping away her senses momentarily. She was weightless, flying, spinning, then slowly drifting back to the reality of this bed, this alien commander who held her prisoner and fucked her like an angel.
His own release came hard on the heels of hers. His huge cock jerked, the heat of his semen filled her, the warm wetness mingling with her own. Xyker let out a guttural shout, then lay still, his weight suspended on his elbows.
Erin drew in several long breaths. Her body still thrummed with pleasure, her cunt remained full, stretched around his solid girth. Perhaps they could stay like this forever. That would be perfectly acceptable, surely.
“I should release you.”
“Do you have to?”
He leaned up on one elbow. “Am I to understand you might like to remain with me for your period of restitution? I suppose in those circumstances I could keep you tied to my bed.”
She wriggled, then, unbelievably, she started to laugh. Where had this sudden rush of mirth come from? Erin Stein never laughed. Life, duty, responsibility—all were serious matters, not to be laughed at. Erin wasn’t prone to fits of the giggles, yet here she was howling like an idiot, while tied to an alien’s bed, his cock still buried inside her.
“Why, Monitor Stein, I do believe you may be enjoying yourself. Or are you mocking my technique, perhaps? Was my performance in some way humorous? Should I be pleased that I could manage to amuse you, or turn you across my knee again for insubordination?”
“No. No more spanking...” Erin managed to get out, between shrieks of uncontrolled giggling. “I just... I just...”
He withdrew his cock and rolled from her. Xyker released first her ankles, then her wrists. Next, he gathered her into his arms and held her against his chest until her laughter subsided to a few ungainly hiccups. When she dared, when she thought she might have a chance of keeping her face straight, Erin peeked up at him.
“I think I’m all right now.”
“I’m relieved.”
“I didn’t mean... I’m sorry... I just, I’ve been so tense, and...”
“I know. I get it.”
“You’re not angry?”
“Do I appear angry to you?”
“Well, I think I’ve seen you worse.”
Now it was his turn to chuckle. “Can I assume you’ll be staying? Here, with me?”
“For the three months? Yes. I... I’d like that.”
“I’d like it if you stayed longer.”
“But, I thought... I mean, won’t I be free? Once the period of restitution is up?”
“You will. Free to go, or to stay. I’d like you to stay.”
“As your... like this?” She was unsure quite how to describe the relationship. Jailer and prisoner no longer seemed appropriate.
“Yes. To share my home, my sleeping chamber. To fuck, to pleasure, to submit and obey, and to laugh out loud if the fancy takes you. Does that sound like an arrangement you might find acceptable?”
It did, as far as it went. Erin pondered her options for a few moments. “I could do all that, and more.”
“More? Do please continue.”
She drew in a deep breath, tried to sort her jumbled but rapidly clearing head. “I messed up, before. When I fired on your ship. I know that—”
“Yes, but it is in the past. You’ve been punished. The matter is closed.”
“What I mean is, I may be a poor battle commander, but I can learn. What I am, right now, is a damn good pilot. And I have some diplomacy skills, well, I did the course and I passed. With full marks. I could be useful to you, to Ymir. I could help train your pilots, and maybe assist in negotiations with the Alliance. I mean, if I can come to understand your situation, the reasons why your people have felt they had no choice but to attack the Alliance, perhaps I can help others to see it too.”
“You would support us, even against your own race?”
“I would try to broker a more peaceful relationship. Surely you want that too? You told me you prefer to buy your siarnaq rather than steal it, so I thought, perhaps...”
He rolled onto his back and stared up at the ceiling. Minutes passed. Erin remained silent, didn’t press him. At last he turned to face her again.
“You are a good pilot, I know that. The performance of your Skyhawk is the proof of it, synchronized to your commands, your flying instincts. I spent enough time at the controls while you were in your coma to be certain of that and you’re right, we could use your skills. As for the rest, well, it could work. I’d need to speak with others on the High Council, and there would be questions about your loyalty, whether we could trust you, a non-Ymirian, in a military role, but there are several who, like me, want to explore a new relationship with the Alliance. I’m prepared to put forward your suggestion.”
“Really? Do you think they’ll agree?”
“At first? No. But we can work on them. You’ll need to prove yourself, get to know my people, allow them to know you.”
“I will. I want to stay, and I want this to work. All of it, between you and me, and... the rest.”
“Excellent. Then perhaps you might start by rolling over and letting me admire those perfectly beautiful stripes I placed on your pretty little arse. You humans do mark so well, and of course I may need to punish you again, as part of your battle training. I’ll look forward to that.”
Erin obeyed, moved gingerly onto her front then winced when he patted her punished bottom. But the pain felt different, good somehow, more grounding. She was proud, satisfied, content, and she, too, looked forward to the future.
The End
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Conquering Kayla by Korey Mae Johnson
Chapter One
Kayla didn’t know what was worse, the fact that she had been sold to a warlord or that her family was so unbearably happy about it. They thought that, after a quick and devastating war, the royal family had dodged a bullet. After losing so completely, they were asked only to relinquish their least favorite planet and their least favorite daughter.
In truth, when the warlord had asked for one of their daughters, the choice as to which one had been made in less than a heartbeat. Harder decisions had often been made over menus.
Kayla was the twelfth, and youngest, child of her parents, and she had never known much affection from either of them, let alone acceptance, but she had thought she was held in a little higher regard than this.
Yet until she had been given as a gift to the merciless warriors that had laid siege to their whole system—a modest cluster of four planets—she hadn’t had too much reason to complain. She’d gotten the education she wanted, and she’d spent hours doing research on her dissertation without having to pay any bills or worry about deadlines. For that she had been grateful.
Perhaps it was because most of her elder siblings had made complete spectacles of themselves, but she had made it her mission not to let hedonism rule her. She was going to be the one person in her family that could do something that mattered besides get a highball drink named after her. It was actually ironic that now she was going to be the one sold as a sex slave.
“Don’t worry yourself,” her mother had scolded, as if she was being a ridiculous child who didn’t want to go to school. “It’s not like they’re going to eat you. If you’re lucky, after you’re done being of interest to them, you can just linger about in luxury for the rest of your life. Very similar to what you would have done here, anyway.”
“Mom, being part of a harem is never a good thing,” was something no child should have to remind their parents... yet there she was. “And you don’t know what they want to do with me! We know almost nothing about these people. How can you send me off?”
“It wasn’t a choice, dear. One of you had to go,” her mother had said, clearly unwilling or unable to trouble herself by feigning regret. Her parents long said that talking to her was boring and irritating and that they barely spoke the same language. “They could have taken the whole galaxy if they’d wanted. Be thankful.”
It wasn’t the cheer-up session she’d needed. She’d wanted at least some tears, some reason for her to feel like she was making a sacrifice and should maybe even feel like a hero. Instead, she felt like she was a piece of uncomfortable furniture to be sold at auction.
To make things less scary, she spent her last week on her planet either deep in her studies trying to forget that there was anything looming in her near future or trying to summon some bravery that would at least allow her to watch a pornographic video. Maybe if she took a good look at sex, and how it was done, she wouldn’t dread the idea of it.
The pornographic video ended up just freaking her out, even though her sister had told her it was too tame to bother with, so she skimmed through books about the process, read articles, and searched the web. It was all scary. She wasn’t sure exactly what about the idea made her break into a sweat, but sex had always made her nervous. Maybe because she knew she couldn’t even kiss a boy without someone sneaking a photo that would show up on the galactic web the next day. That’s certainly what had happened with her family’s exploits. She’d heard about her parents’ affairs in detail, not to mention the position in which each of her sisters had lost her virginity.
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