He impales my pussy on his rigid column. I cry out. He’s huge and even after he fucked me with his hand, I’m tight. I coil my leg around his waist and sink lower. I shriek as his cock forces me to stretch and yield to his entire length. The pinch continues until he collides with my cervix. Hovering there, his cock buried balls deep, I succumb to my natural urges. I should hate myself, but I’m too wrapped in the moment to care.
Both of his hands hold my buttocks in their palms and he raises me up to the tip of his cock, then rams me back down on it. I scream and tears smart my eyes. He repeats his exit and re-entry. This fuck is both heavenly and agonizing. Pain and pleasure conquer me simultaneously.
“My cock belongs in here,” he growls. “So fuck me.”
Impaled and with nowhere to go. I am hostage to his wishes. He wants it rough, so I grab hold of his giant-sized shoulders and bounce up and down on his erection while he thrusts his hips upward. I should cry or beg for mercy, but instead, I cling onto his neck and squeeze our bodies together. He hits my sensitive spot with accuracy and drives his shaft over it with an abrasive action. My pussy is close to exploding with a climax. It’s nearly too much. I can’t last much longer in this punishing position. I scream, calling out for release.
“I need to come, fuck, please, sir.”
“Come on my cock now,” he demands in my ear.
My orgasm bursts into action just at the sound of his voice. I squeeze his shaft, milking my spasms as he pumps harder than ever. But he doesn’t come. He produces a small moan of satisfaction and disengages himself from underneath me. It’s not enough. The orgasm seems incomplete. He should come in me!
I pant and collapse onto my knees.
“Water,” he calls out.
The jets shoot out all around me and rinses off the last of the soap. The bubbles spin around my knees and disappear into tiny holes. I bow my head, expecting some kind of judgement on my inability to satisfy him. Instead, a sharp tug on my hair stings my scalp.
He fists my hair with both of his hands and drags my head backward. The pupils of his eyes are wild and black and I gaze into them as if hypnotized.
I can see in his eyes what he wants, so I drop my jaw and accept his cock in my mouth. It only takes one mighty thrust for him to achieve his climax and his cock spurts a rich, thick liquid down my throat.
My nose is against his navel and I scramble to find his balls to milk them fully. With his cock still pumping into my mouth, I span my fingers around his sacs. Above his cock is a hardness that forms a vertical rib in his belly. At its lowest point, I find a narrow slit—a strange opening. One of my fingers slips inside it.
Brax pulls out of my mouth and slaps my hand away. “Careful, young lady. You don’t want to tempt that beast out of its hiding.”
I sink back onto my haunches, drenched in water. What beast? It would have to be unnatural and fused to his skeletal and nervous systems. I have no control over my genetic programming. But does Brax have any over his implants?
The shower ends. The water drips off him onto my head.
“Air!”
A blast of hot air swirls out of different jets. He pulls me up onto my feet and slowly spins me about until I dry. I’m too dazed by my orgasm and his cum warming my belly to notice how long it takes. With another effortless display of strength, he scoops me up and carries me out of the room into an adjoining one.
The rest pad is circular and central to the room, which maintains the glum metallic finish. On one side, the ceiling curves down to the floor. I wish for windows so I can see the sky, even if the planet’s surface is inhospitable, I need to see space.
Fatigue wins this time and I collapse onto the bed where I curl into a ball.
With a soft chuckle, he covers me with a blanket and leaves the room.
* * *
I’ve no clothes. I don’t mind nudity, but I would prefer to choose how I flaunt it. Hoping there is a robe or something, I sneak into the bathroom. The room offers no such comfort other than the usual facilities, which I quickly use.
Back in the sleeping room is a small table. I don’t know how long I slept, but at some point Brax left a plate of food on it. I stare at the mashed grains and slices of fruit. My stomach rumbles, but I only manage a few mouthfuls before giving up. Something other than hunger is gnawing at my belly. What would Borsten think of me now? Or any of the men I met on the many worlds I visited? Have I seriously become that weak female who kowtows to any alpha just because my training demands it?
While I slept, I dreamt of Brax and that he came and lay next to me, mated with me, and we held a baby between us. Such a foolish dream. Brax is an extractor and he only honors contracts. How could he possibly be my mate? It’s no use lying around hoping something good will come of this situation. It won’t, especially while he thinks I’m rediscovering my inner submissive and will simply mate with Tyan’s chosen mate, the ghastly Shafargh. I have to escape.
The door isn’t locked. I creep out and find myself back in the atrium. Which door do I pick now? One of them is the shower room, so it’s a matter of tackling the other two. I need to find the teleport bands and take all of them with me, so I can prevent Brax from following me.
I tiptoe across the cold floor to the opposite door. The handle is stiff and mechanical. Everything about Brax’s facility is machine-like. The catch clicks as the door unlocks. The room is bare except for a continuous wall of drawers and cupboards. It looks promising—I’ve found his storeroom—the teleport bracelets have to be in here somewhere.
Working from one end to the other, I feverishly open every door and drawer. I find his clothes, but not mine. There is food in one cupboard and weapons in another. I’m tempted to take a gun, but I’ve no training in how to use it. And, who would I use it against? I’m trying to escape, not fight a war.
Every few seconds, I glance over my shoulder expecting to see Brax and my hands shake so much I struggle to open the last drawer. Inside, laid out in a neat row are six teleport bands. My mood lifts; my plan is actually working. Then, it belatedly crosses my mind that I’m naked. If I turn up some place like this, they would think I’m mad.
“Idiot,” I mutter under my breath. I open the wardrobe. Brax’s clothes will hang off me but they are better than nothing. I pick a pair of pants and pull them up. Next, a belt and I draw it tight around my waist. In order to see my feet, I have to roll up the bottoms. The shirt I pick has short sleeves, except on me they go past my elbows. My strange choice of clothes might raise some eyebrows, but will I care if I’m free?
I select a teleport band and slip it onto my wrist. Then I scoop the others up and stuff them into the oversize pockets of the pants.
Now, I’m ready.
I hear the slow clapping of hands. I spin around expecting to see him, but I’m alone.
“Congratulations on your first escape attempt. It’s been fun watching.” The disembodied voice booms over a speaker. “You really think I’d let you move around unobserved? I’ve cameras everywhere, Kleo.”
I fumble with the teleport buttons, trying to activate it.
“And, those are protected. Only my fingerprints work.”
My brief optimism is crushed and I drop my hands to my sides.
“You win,” I shout. “Go on, punish me.”
“Tsk, young lady. Impatient for a spanking? Escaping this facility is a serious breach of the rules. You will be getting a long, hard spanking on that ass, then when it’s soft and tender, I’m going to show you how a DEEman punishes troublesome girls.”
If I refuse to comply with his demands and go against my training, then he might keep me here long enough for me to persuade him not to send me home. However, I have little chance of that outcome; the heated fuck in the shower destroyed any resistance I might still have left in me. He gave me exactly what I needed, just as he said he would when he found me on Opar Prime. I will submit, because as Tyan told me countless times when I had the courage to argue with him, that’s my destiny.
“Kleo Nikara,” he says. “Take off those clothes and hang them back up. Put the bands back and go wait for me outside the room, preferably on your knees, nose to the floor and ass to the ceiling.” His metallic-sounding voice is jovial, almost pleased with my pathetic attempt at escaping.
I do as he says, even though I’m torn apart by conflicting emotions. The atrium floor is hard and having my ass up in the air is humiliating. My buttocks clench together when two booted feet park themselves right next to my head. I see my pale reflection in the sheen. There are tears in my eyes.
“I hoped you might be different, something special, but your misbehavior has only caused you more problems. I’m going to punish your ass like it’s never been punished before. You’re going to find out everything there is to know about my enhancements, Kleo.”
I glance upward. I expect to see anger, possibly disgust, but I don’t. Instead, he has wary eyes, as if he’s evaluating me. He’s also frowning in a disappointed way. I would prefer anger; it’s easier to bear than disappointment.
“This way. And please crawl. I want you to keep your head below my waist at all times.”
It’s been a while since I last crawled. Back at the academy Tyan sent me to when I came into adulthood, I was taught to crawl, to kneel, to take dildos deep in my throat and masturbate on demand. I never thought any of it was wrong. However, nothing aroused me quite as effectively as a real alpha. Brax is very real.
He leads me to the fourth door and opens it. I carefully cross the threshold with my eyes on the floor.
“Good girl. That’s much better already.”
The room is brighter than the others and the metallic walls and floors are insulated with padding, which at least makes crawling easier. I slowly raise my head and take a peek. I gasp and my heart skips a beat. I scramble to my feet and attempt to run to the door. Brax intercepts me and I grapple with his strong arms.
“Now, now,” he says firmly. “Don’t be afraid. It’s all furniture.”
Furniture! There’s an examination table used by doctors, another X-shaped one that looks like it can tilt into an upright position, a flogging post, a spanking bench or something similar, and along one wall, hanging from hooks, are punishment sticks and straps. My eyes nearly pop out when I see the glass cabinet and the shelves of dildos and humongous anal plugs.
“Not everything in here is suitable for you,” he points out in a matter-of-fact way. “I have to cater for numerous species. And remember, rehabilitation isn’t always about punishment. I do reward good girls.”
Encased in his arms, I slump against his chest and burrow my face in his shirt. “Please, sir. Please. Humans have such strong emotions when aroused or punished. I don’t want to be naughty or show sass, but I can’t help it sometimes. I need more than rehabilitating. I need an alpha in my life.”
I hear his heartbeats quicken beneath his rock-hard sternum. I feel him tense, as if I’ve hit a raw nerve, but it’s brief. He tips my chin up and examines my face, searching for something, then he shakes his head and loses the puzzled expression.
“Kleo, what you need is someone in control of your life because you’re fucking it up and that someone is going to be me, and I’ll start now with a spanking.” He releases me and selects a chair, one of several lining the far wall, sits and pats his lap.
I hesitate. He’s not lost any of his stern features. Yet, underneath them, is a faint trace of something else—he’s tempting me with a softer side that he doesn’t want to reveal. I crawl toward him on quaking knees. He smooths down his pants, then takes my wrist. I topple over his lap with little grace.
“Legs further apart.” He taps each leg in turn until he’s happy with the distance. He examines the visible folds of my exposed sex. “You’re very wet. It seems you like the idea of discipline even if you won’t enjoy it.”
An accurate and fair summation, and also humiliating. I balance on his lap until he loops his arm around my waist and tucks me closer to his belly. His cock is erect beneath my hips. I wriggle, attempting to distract him and he slaps my bottom hard.
“No. You’ll get that when I’m ready.” He adds another wallop on top of the first.
“Ouch,” I squawk.
“Last time I did this you had a dress on. I missed out on seeing your ass turn red,” he muses. “Damn fine ass you have too, Kleo.”
He brings down the flat of his palm back and forth between my cheeks. There’s no time to catch my breath or think of anything other than processing the pain. I squirm and kick, and lose any semblance of bravery within minutes. My feeble cries become whimpers as my ass is set on fire. The pain is more than heat; it’s a blur of soreness that keeps erupting anew with every smack.
He clears his throat. “First, Pheon. He might be a beta, but you deliberately fucked him with a bad girl attitude, which contravenes your training, and then you left him.” He rattles off several hard spanks for Pheon.
“I’m sorry,” I apologize to the absent Pheon. I treated him badly and he deserves my remorse.
“Your guardian, who might not have created you, but he trained you for a purpose. You need to learn to respect him.” The pain doubles at the mention of Tyan. This is harder, much harder to bear. I didn’t ask to be his. I had no choice.
“He... he—” I stumble for words.
Brax rests his hand on my hot ass. “You absconded and used others to help you.” He rubs down my thighs with a brisk action. The heat spreads along each leg, but nothing alleviates the pain in my bottom.
I snivel, fighting the tears. I don’t want to say sorry to Tyan. I’m not sure I can anyway. The more I think about him, the more I acknowledge how Tyan has never shown me love or allowed a mother figure to nurture me, choosing instead to have numerous mistresses to keep him happy. Somewhere, two people created me, then lost me. I will never know what happened to my true parents.
“He doesn’t care about me,” I say in the end.
“The contract stands,” Brax reminds me. “So I shall spank you for disobedience and you can argue with your guardian later.” He resumes my punishment.
Why can’t Brax see my point of view? Surely, he has to understand what it means to be designed for purpose.
The tears fall, trickling down my cheeks and dropping onto the floor beneath my chin. I sob, unable to hold back the misery I feel inside me.
Abruptly, he stops. He slips his fingers along my slit and probes my pussy. I tense in unison with his thrusts, hoping he doesn’t embarrass me further by making me come with just his digits. “You’re still wet, so why are you crying?”
“I don’t know.” It’s an honest answer. “I’m so confused.”
“Um. There has to be a reason.”
He swings me up onto his lap and I perch on it, fighting the pain in my ass so I can sit still. He wipes my tears away with his thumb. It’s a tender gesture and reassuring. Perhaps he’s not a brute after all. According to my limited understanding, only a DEEman’s body is re-engineered, not his mind. A new confidence fills me. I have an urge to speak the truth to Brax.
I hiccough. “I fear what Tyan plans for me. He may be my guardian, but he wants me to give myself willingly to an alpha of his choice. I ran away to find a different me and I hoped that Tyan would let me be that person too.”
“You’re naturally submissive. Why do you hate being something an alpha would cherish? You would be treated like a precious gift if you mated with me, I mean, an alpha,” he swiftly corrects.
I’ve never thought of myself as a gift. A brat sometimes, according to my teachers. Spoiled, Tyan would say, but certainly not precious. Brax sees me differently and not as the odious Shafargh would. It’s so encouraging, the subtle alteration of his words and the discernible flicker of his eyes when he said it. I briefly forget about my throbbing bottom and think about the way he fucked me in the shower and the amazing orgasm I had. I moan softly, enjoying those thoughts.
Brax slots his fingers between the strands of my hair
and tilts my head backward. His lips hover close to mine and I pucker, hoping he might take the bait and kiss me. A brightness fills his black eyes and for a second, it looks like he might. He licks his lips and exhales. Then, with a frustrated growl, he releases my hair, sits back, and his eyes darken into pits again. The moment is lost. I hang my head, disappointed by his rejection, but I’m not surprised. I need to try harder to win him over.
“Down on your knees. I haven’t finished.”
I kneel and bow my head. Taking deep breaths, I wait.
“I need to fuck you. You’re driving me crazy with all this talk of submitting. I want to see what a human is capable of doing.” The DEEman is back. He can’t allow me to take control and I accept that the power lies entirely with him until I can show him what I truly need from him.
He tosses his shirt to one side and lets his pants drop to the floor. I expect to see his cock upright, and it is, but there is more. There is something glinting in the lowest part of his abdomen, just above the root of his shaft. He signals me to come closer.
“That little ball you found yesterday, give it a squeeze,” he says softly.
My hand trembles as I reach out to touch it. As I massage it gently, it grows and hardens. Brax purrs and lifts his chin up until he stares up at the ceiling.
“Don’t stop,” he orders.
I rub it between my finger and thumb until all the softness is gone.
“What is it?” I whisper.
He laughs. “This is your best friend and your worst enemy.”
I let go of it as if it burned my skin and shuffle backward.
Brax grins. “This will also be your undoing.” He juts his hips forward and as he does, a flash of metal erupts from the space above his cock. A shiny phallus as long as his cock emerges and stands boldly upright behind his natural erection. The two phalluses, one his and the other an implant, form a heart-stopping pairing.
“No... I can’t...” I stutter. My confidence wanes as I measure the girth of each his two cocks.
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