Her Alien Commander

by Ashe Barker

  But what was the alternative? To try her luck with a hostile judicial system that she knew was already prejudiced against her? If she was found guilty, she would not be permitted to keep her baby with her in an Earth jail so she’d be no better off. At least Phahlen was offering something better than that. Wasn’t he?

  “If I was in your custody, would my baby be with us? Here? On your ship?”

  “Our baby. And yes, of course, at least until she is old enough to require an education. She could go to school on Earth or on Vahle, though I would prefer her to learn of her own world and people. As a Vahlean female she would not be permitted to take a mate from another species, for reasons which I assume will be obvious, but that issue is many years away and we need not address it now. In any case, our daughter may select a Vahlean male by choice, or the High Congress may relax the regulations in years to come, if our repopulation programs meet the target numbers we have set. We cannot know what the future holds so I am not about to concern myself with that and I suggest you do not either. We should deal with the here and now and do what seems best… for you.”

  “Best for me?” Caria took a few moments to consider that. “You think I should go with you to Vahle, don’t you?”

  Phahlen nodded. “I do believe that would be best, yes. The most prudent course. It is what our attorney-mediator advises.”

  “Can I speak to him? This lawyer of yours?”

  “Of course. Wherever you decide you wish your case to be heard, Leken will be at your disposal to assist you in preparing your defence. Would you like me to send for him now?” Phahlen got to his feet, his lip curling in a sensual grin. “You can consult with him whilst I talk to Morele regarding our other item of unfinished business.”

  * * *

  “Have you made your decision?” Phahlen closed the door on the retreating lawyer and regarded his diminutive captive across the living area of his quarters. In the new circumstances he had deemed it unnecessary to restrict Caria’s movements to just the bedroom, so she once more had the freedom of his chambers. Depending on her response now, he would likely allow her unrestricted movement around most of the ship, with the exception of the cargo bay and launch deck.

  “I have.” She stood to face him. “I will go with you to Vahle.”

  He exhaled a relieved sigh. “I think that is wise. I will ask Baren to negotiate the necessary adjustments to our course and mission. Meanwhile, Morele wishes to examine you to make sure neither you nor our baby have suffered any ill effects from your recent adventures. He will be here shortly, and has requested that I be present. He mistrusts you, little human. I cannot start to imagine why.”

  “I’m not ill. Everything’s fine, I’m sure of it.”

  “Let us hope so.” He turned at the sound of the bell on the outer portal. “Ah, that is probably him now.”

  Phahlen admitted the medic, then turned to Caria again. “Remove your clothes, girl. Let us get on with this.”

  “But…” She looked from Phahlen to the medic. “Is this really needed? I mean, I’m pregnant, it’s a normal enough state.”

  “Do as you’re told.” Phahlen’s curt command brooked no argument, no further discussion. The doctor’s countenance was far from compassionate also as he set his medical bag on the floor a good distance from where Caria stood. No sympathy to be had there.

  She knew better than to dispute this instruction. Moments later Caria stood in the centre of the room, naked. As Phahlen lounged against the wall beside the door, Morele approached her brandishing his hand-held diagnostic probe.

  “Please remain perfectly still, Caria. The scans will take just a few par-secs.”

  He was as good as his word, running the small, glowing probe around the contours of her body, paying particular attention to her breasts and lower abdomen.

  “Any tenderness here?” the medic asked as he pressed the probe against the lower curve of her right breast.

  “Yes, a little,” admitted Caria. “They feel sore, and achy.”

  “That is common with human females and not necessarily a cause for concern.” He turned to Phahlen. “You might take it into account however when you discipline the prisoner.”

  “Noted,” agreed Phahlen. “What else?”

  “My scans indicate thirty-seven cycles since conception, so the pregnancy is still at an early stage and vulnerable for that reason. If you wish to spank her, whether with your hand or another implement, I would recommend not doing so until the pregnancy reaches ninety cycles. You should also avoid such punishment during the final sixty cycles of the pregnancy, though that would be for psychological rather than physical reasons. Human females undergo massive hormonal shifts during pregnancy and those final cycles are usually quite… emotional. Your prisoner will require care and tenderness at that stage, so any chastisement is likely to prove counterproductive.”

  “So, no spanking right now? Is that what you are saying, Morele?”

  “It is, Commander.” The doctor shoved his probe back in his medical bag and made some notes on his diagnostic tablet. “You will no doubt be able to come up with some alternative course of action. Meanwhile, I recommend that you ensure she takes the nutritional supplements I shall programme into her feeding regime, and that she has plenty of rest. Will that be all, sir?”

  “Nearly. Will it endanger the baby if Caria experiences orgasm?”

  “No, sir, not at all. In fact, there is a reasonable body of evidence, though not firmly proven, that orgasm is actually beneficial in pregnancy. In human females it reduces stress. Pregnant females appear to benefit from the experience.”

  “I see. I am obliged to you, Doctor, and I am sure Caria wishes to thank you too. Is that not so, girl?”

  In truth, he would not have described her current demeanour as in any way suggesting gratitude, but the little human managed a nervous nod.

  “You are welcome.” The doctor nodded at Phahlen but offered no such pleasantry to Caria. He had clearly taken her earlier assault hard. Phahlen resolved to have a word with him later. It needed to be let go. Caria might have need of the doctor’s skills in the coming cycles and he would insist that she be treated with respect. He wanted her to have no cause to be reluctant to seek the medic’s help if she needed it. There was too much at stake here for that.

  Morele saw himself out, leaving Phahlen to regard his nervous little captive. She dropped her gaze but made no attempt to reach for her clothes. Wise girl. He approached her slowly, circling her stiff figure, then came to stand before her. He tipped up her chin with his fingers.

  “Orgasms, Caria. You heard the doctor, they are good for you, though I expect you already knew that. And will not harm the baby, which is convenient. But I know you humans have a saying, something along the lines of having too much of a good thing. Do you think that is possible, Caria? Is it possible to have too much of a good thing?”

  “I don’t know, sir. Perhaps…”

  “We shall see. Come with me, please.” He walked past her in the direction of the bedroom.

  Caria followed him, as he knew she would. He gestured to her that she was to get onto the bed. “Lie on your back, with pillows under your hips, then spread your legs as wide as you can.”

  Her expression was baleful as she scrambled to do his bidding. Ah, little human, if only you knew how much more pissed off with me you are going to be.

  She arranged the bedding then climbed on top of it to position herself as instructed. Satisfied that her bottom was suitably elevated, he smiled to himself as he bent to release the straps secured to each side of his bed. He wrapped one around each of her knees, then used a remote control to increase the tension, forcing her legs even wider apart.

  Phahlen gauged the exact moment to stop. He wanted her uncomfortable but not actually in pain. Then he went to the table beside the bed and retrieved several items from the drawer there. He dropped those beside Caria, where she could easily reach them with her unbound hands.

  “So, you have a coupl
e of vibrators, a butt plug which I’m going to insert for you in a moment… you may thank me later, and you have plenty of lube. I’ve also provided you with the thermal beads and I will show you how to use them. I may introduce other items as we go on, that really depends on your progress.” He sat beside her, and trailed his fingers idly up her inner thigh though he stopped short of actually touching her pussy.

  She stared at him, her eyes wide, anxious, yet needy too. Her pretty pink folds were already glistening, her cunt quivering as she anticipated a caress that didn’t come. Phahlen curled his lip, enjoying her confusion.

  “When you escaped the last time, the punishment was forty strokes with the paddle. You will recall the occasion well, I imagine.”

  Caria didn’t answer, but neither did he miss the slight hitch of her breath. Maybe she still thought a beating was possible, despite the doctor’s advice. He continued.

  “I only actually gave you twenty-five. Did you know that?”

  Now she did reply with a quick shake of her head. “I… I thought—”

  “You had had enough. Twenty-five was sufficient then, but of course the penalty increases for subsequent offences. I think thirty would be appropriate now. Do you agree?”

  Again she shook her head. No matter, the question had been rhetorical.

  “Of course, thirty strokes with a paddle is out of the question. You heard Morele. So I want thirty orgasms from you instead.”

  “Thirty? Sir?”

  “You heard. Thirty orgasms. You are going to remain here, exactly as you are, until you manage to achieve that for me. So, it is up to you how long it takes. You might achieve your target in a few hours, or it may take days. I suspect days, but you may surprise me.”

  “How…? I don’t understand.”

  He got to his feet and moved around the bed until he stood at the foot. He perused her leaking slit, the plump, pink lips, the delightful sight of her clit peeking from under its hood.

  “The first one or two will be easy, and fast. I can see already how aroused you are, my sweet little human slut. Just a little stroke here, or a flick there. Or perhaps if I squeeze just like this…” He leaned over her to perform the actions he described, running his hand through her moist folds, then sweeping the tip of his finger over her clit, smearing her juices everywhere he touched. He took her quivering nub between his fingers and applied pressure, gentle at first, then firming as she strained against the straps holding her still.

  “You like that? And this?” He brought his other hand into play and inserted two fingers into her slick passage.

  Caria moaned.

  “Come for me, little slut,” he murmured.

  She obeyed, her body convulsing as he thrust his digits in and out of her tight channel. Phahlen continued to stroke her as the spasms subsided and after a few seconds she was still once more. He watched her features shift as he angled his hand to press on the spot inside, her eyes flying open in disbelief as he sought and found that special place that could drive her wild. It didn’t fail him, and within moments she was trembling through her second orgasm in as many minutes.

  When the shivers ebbed again and she lay still and quiet once more, Phahlen withdrew his talented fingers.

  “Look at me, Caria.”

  She opened her eyes again, the soft blue shimmering in her pale face. Phahlen couldn’t help smiling at her. She was so beautiful, eyes dark with passion, her hair tousled and falling in riotous waves about her shoulders. He could still discern her fear, though it was less now. Perhaps she felt safer, more sure of herself. This was, after all, fairly familiar territory for her. That was about to change.

  “That was two. So far so good. I am afraid I must leave you soon as I have other duties to attend to, but while I am away I expect you to produce as many more orgasms as you are able. Please feel free to utilise the toys I have left at your disposal, and of course your own imagination. But first, I promised you the butt plug…”

  He picked up the item from the mattress, and the tube of lubricant. He quickly smeared the gel over the plug, then applied a decent quantity to her tight anus.

  “Open for me, girl. It will be easier for you if you do. You know how much this sort of play arouses you; a full and stretched arse will help you in your task.”

  She whimpered a little as he eased the plug into her arse, but it went in easily enough. He seated the toy firmly, then twisted it within her. Caria squealed, though not, he thought, in pain.

  “It is big, bigger than any I’ve used with you before, but you will manage. As well as the obvious function, this toy has a sensor which measures pressure. Each orgasm you manage to squeeze out will register with the plug, and I can check your progress, whether I am present or not. It will save you having to try to keep count, and I am sure you will appreciate that.”

  “Sir, I don’t think I can…”

  “You can, Caria, and you will. The alternative is to remain exactly where you are for some considerable time to come. I will make sure that you are fed and hydrated, naturally, and I will release you periodically in order for you to use the bathroom, though there may be occasions when you need to relieve yourself here. I shall leave a receptacle close to hand for that purpose. Undignified, I do realise, but that can’t be helped so I suggest you put aside your reluctance and get on with it. Use your fingers, these toys, whatever, but make yourself come. And come, and come. Even when you think you never want to climax again, and Caria, you will reach that point quite soon, you will continue. I will pop back when I can, to watch your efforts. I may learn something of value. And of course if I am here I may be moved to assist you in your efforts. My tongue, my lips, you will appreciate all of those in the hours to come. Maybe a clit clip, but we shall see. I do not want to make this too easy for you, obviously.”

  He paused to assess her response. Caria just gazed at him, her features stricken. Phahlen was moved to offer some words of comfort.

  “Do not worry, girl, this will end. Eventually. You will look back on this experience and it will not appear quite so awful in retrospect, or so I am reliably informed. But it will serve as a deterrent should you be considering further foolhardiness which might endanger you or our child. So, before I leave, do you have any questions?”

  “How… how long will you be gone for?”

  “Not too long. You should have time for at least two or three decent orgasms, if you apply yourself to your task. Is that it? Any more questions before I leave?”

  Caria shook her head, her despair evident. “No, sir. Just, please, don‘t be too long. I hate being alone.”

  “I shall remember that, girl.” He rose, offered her a slight bow, and strode from the room.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Caria stared at the door as though by doing so she might conjure Phahlen back into the room. She counted the par-secs, hoping against hope that he was merely loitering outside for the purpose of gaining her attention. If so the ploy had worked admirably and now she just wished he would enter the chamber again. She reached fifty. The door remained closed. A hundred, two hundred, and still she lay there, alone, her thighs spread wide as she waited in the silent room.

  At three hundred she stopped counting. He had gone, that much was clear. But he would be back, he had promised her that. For now she was on her own and she had a task to perform. Not an onerous task on the face of it, quite the reverse in fact. The problem was the scale of what he demanded from her. Thirty orgasms.

  Thirty. Fucking. Orgasms.

  Shit.

  Caria groped beside her right hip and found the vibrator. She held it before her face and peered at it, trying a few experimental taps on the control sensor at the end. The gadget sprang to life in her hand, sending pulsing waves through her fingers. She grasped it tighter, noting that the powerful sensations now travelled partway up her arm. Yes, she allowed, this might not be such a difficult task after all.

  She pressed the end of the device to her chest, between her breasts. Slowly, delibera
tely, she eased it to the left, tracing the curve of her breast until she reached her swollen nipple. There, she paused, then circled the hard bud once, twice. On the third circuit she slipped the toy that final fraction to press it against the side of her tender nipple. She shrieked, pulled it away, shocked by the intensity of feeling her act had evoked. Not merely the physical sensation, though that was potent enough, but the emotional impact too. She felt wicked, decadent, self-indulgent. And so aroused she could almost taste it. A quaint Earth word sprang to her mind. She felt wanton.

  Phahlen had done this to her. For her. He had peeled away the layers and found this hunger buried deep within her. Her inner slut was surfacing. Once out, Caria feared the horny little she-devil would never be shoved back in her box.

  Caria retraced her progress with the vibrator, but this time she knew what to expect, and she relished the tingle as she pressed the vibrator against first her right nipple, then her left. She craned her neck, tucking her chin onto her chest to enable her to watch what was happening. Might a squirt of lube be helpful? She thought it probably would be so she groped around with her left hand until she located the tube. Soon her nipples were slick and glistening, and she used the vibrator to tease them to exquisite heights of tingling need. She rubbed, massaged, pressed, and tormented until her lower abdomen clenched with pleasure. She pressed harder, pinching and squeezing her left bud whilst she used the toy to caress the right.

  Her climax, when it crested then rolled gently through her, was sweet and unassuming, less all-consuming than those evoked by Phahlen’s clever, demanding fingers. But she was pleased with her efforts, not least because she had been uncertain she could even achieve this by stimulating her nipples alone. Perhaps those thirty climaxes wouldn’t be such a tall order after all.

  Buoyed up somewhat, she reached down to apply the still buzzing vibrator to her pussy, first the outer lips, then the inner. She used her free hand to spread her entrance and placed the toy there at her opening, in readiness. Phahlen would have just pushed it inside her, he had done so on many occasions and she knew she loved that sensation. This was different though, this was—naughty. Immoral, perhaps. That old-fashioned Earth word just wouldn’t go away. Caria decided she rather liked it, and she pressed the dildo inside her cunt.