The Yielding of Rose (Terran Captives Book 2)

by Trent Evans

  What have you done, Rose?

  He sauntered over to her cage, his arms clasped behind his back. That was never a good sign. An affected casualness meant he had something up his sleeve, and it usually involved pain or shame — or both. He sat upon the corner of her cage, and as she looked up at him he seemed to loom even larger than before, the steel creaking a bit under his weight.

  “I thought we talked about what I expect from my pet when she’s in her cage. Did we not?”

  “Yes, sir.” Her voice barely registered above a whisper.

  “And yet, here I find my slave girl with her lovely tits squeezed between the bars, her nipples practically begging for attention. Is that what you want from me? Is it attention?”

  “No — yes. I mean, no, sir.” She looked down, her face flaming, though she didn’t dare move a muscle.

  His fingers fluttered against her scalp through the bars. “Then you shall have it, my sweet girl.” He crouched down in front of her and took both nipples in his fingers, squeezing hard, making her yelp instantly. “Push against the bars as hard as you can.”

  “Wh–what? I don’t…”

  “Do it, girl.”

  She plastered herself against the cold steel, turning her cheek against it, forcing her breasts all the way through. He pinched her nipples again, and this time she cried out at the harsh sting. Though they bulged, held tight by the close confines of the bars, he was still able to bounce her breasts upon his palms, slapping them to and fro, continuing to pull and twist her nipples — not hard, but enough to make her wince. She knew only a few minutes of this would have her both panting and whining with the pain. He’d done this before.

  But then he did something new.

  Oh shit.

  He produced the twin bits of gleaming, polished metal, held them high, making her look up at them. “You know what these are, don’t you, girl?”

  A shiver coursed down her spine. “Yes, sir.”

  He affixed the first one to her nipple and she had to bite down on her lower lip to keep from crying out. It was a jagged, crushing grip, unending, unrelenting, the pain spiraling higher and higher by the second. “These are medium strength clamps, my girl. Keep up this shameful behavior and next time they will be the hard versions.”

  “Yes, sir,” she said with a breathless pant, her left nipple on fire.

  He provided the same treatment to the other sensitive bud, a heavy chain draped between the two clamps. She knew what that chain meant — she was stuck there for the duration, her breasts squeezed out between the bars like two overripe fruit. Within seconds, her right nipple was pure pain.

  Then his fingers, rather than irritate her nipples further, played through the bars — and between her legs. Softly, in and out, up and down, two of his thick fingers worked just at her clit, sliding along each side — not enough to fully distract her from the agonizing pain at her nipples, but more than enough to leave her panting with a confusing mix of deep, shamed arousal and the persistent, throbbing ache of the merciless clamps. He kept at her for long minutes until she was begging him to stop. So aroused had his knowing, diabolical touch made her become, she wondered if that big cock of his could replace those devious fingers.

  Would she want him to fuck her that way? Through the bars as if she were some sort of cock warmer? At that moment, to distract her from the torment of her breasts, she thought the answer would be an undoubted yes, but she didn’t have the strength or the bravery to suggest such a thing. His mind was agile enough. Perhaps he’d already thought of it? Perhaps that was already in her future and she simply didn’t know it yet?

  He didn’t stop stroking her until her pussy was almost dripping, the sticky burning there almost as hot as the twin points of torment of her nipples. Then he stood, smiling at her.

  “Next time you feel like disobeying your owner, you’ll remember this, won’t you, girl?”

  She nodded miserably, tears cascading down her cheeks. “Yes, sir,” she said in a watery voice.

  And then he walked away, returning to his viewing, no doubt firm in the knowledge he’d put his pet slave girl firmly back in her place.

  Chapter 24

  He caressed the curve of her broad, presented bottom as she knelt there next to his chair. He was in the comms room again, accessing the null disc once more. He didn’t usually bring her in there with him, but today felt like a good opportunity to do so.

  He’d just finished fitting her with the largest anal trainer yet in the entire set, and her entire body trembled with the strain of it. He knew she was in pain, or at least significant discomfort. A single look between the presented cheeks of her bottom was compelling testimony to that fact. The broad steel plug had her anus stretched thin around it, the cords of her hamstrings standing out tautly. Still, she didn’t yelp or murmur or make any sound, really — something he was rather impressed by.

  Before he accessed the null disc however, he’d ordered her to lower her head to the floor, resting her chin upon her folded arms. Then he placed on the floor in front of her — forcing her to look at it — the glass vial Torval had sent over. It was what the doctor dubbed “the serum.”

  He didn’t tell her what it was for, simply informing her she was not to take her eyes from it until ordered otherwise, and that if she disobeyed him, she’d have hot, welted bottom cheeks to go along with her aching, stretched anus.

  She was a good girl, presenting properly and quietly for him as he accessed the null disc. There wasn’t much new information since the last time he’d viewed it, but his eyes alighted upon the file he’d initially uploaded, forgetting that he’d never actually looked at it since that first day.

  He opened it up and was stunned to find numerous owners had accessed Rose’s data. He’d been curious at the time to see if there would be any interest at all. Well, there was more than enough, it would appear. What’s more, a few of them even left feedback and commented on the data therein. Some of it wasn’t much more than “nice tits” or “I’d like to slap those around.”

  Others however, were actually helpful, more in-depth, providing tips for how to handle the human females: “How is her general response to pain? I’ve found incorporating a healthy dose of shame, and making sure it's entwined hopelessly with both arousal and pain, really enhances the control you can exert over these creatures.Turning their traitorous pussies against them… they don’t understand how it’s happened to them, but they’re helpless against it once it does.”

  He considered whether he wanted Rose to actually read some of it along with him, or continue to kneel at his feet while he read it to her. The joy of embarrassing and humiliating the human female continued to hold a stirring appeal for him that he was surprised by. But as always, he was determined to enjoy himself as he pleased, and such a thing always gave him more ideas or avenues to explore when it came to gloriously debasing his beautiful captive. But that was the future.

  For now, he read the replies, rapt, aroused, his mind formulating the course ahead. The serum, of course, was the chemical compound that would be used to induce lactation in his slave girl. He decided fully on proceeding with this after his increasingly obsessive reviewing of the Stable Chronicles. The latest installment of a series which followed the exploits of an owner who had reduced his two human slaves into little more than draft animals, and induced lactation in them, related their new routine of being worked to exhaustion each day. Following their daily toll, the farmhands were given a free rein with the girls deep into the night before their owner finally secured the unfortunate captive females in their stalls.

  Though Kosha had no need or desire to take Rose that far down into abject animalhood, he did very much like the additional level of humiliation and objectification inducing lactation would cause her, and he found the idea of her breasts painfully swollen with milk to be an additional turn-on. He didn’t quite understand it, but as with many aspects of his keeping of the lovely Rose, he simply accepted it.

  Reviewing the
responses from the owners again, at the end he saw one inquiry from one of them: “Might we share some of our own data in this way?”

  Kosha typed yes so fast on the keyboard, he was afraid his fingers would go right through it.

  Chapter 25

  The metal bars of the cage creaked and groaned as he thrust against her, the steel cold against her belly, the edge of the cage digging into her hips, the stinging heat of her well-spanked buttocks competing with the bite of her teeth into her forearm. It was the only way she could keep from crying out in both pain and pleasure as he plunged deep over and over again.

  “Do those tits hurt, slut?” He said it from behind her, his voice tight, little more than a rumbling growl.

  She unclamped her teeth from her forearm to answer. “Yes, Sir!”

  “Good.”

  He smacked her ass once, twice, and she cried out, the heat instantly going from a simmer to an inferno. He fucked her harder, pinning her against the cage, her breath pressed from her lungs. He’d been fucking her for a long while, taking his time, not letting the fact that she’d come twice already stop him. He was relentless, methodical, implacable.

  Her answer to his question was true. Her breasts, currently squeezed between the tightly-spaced bars running along the top of her cage, swung below her, attenuated by the grip of the steel. They felt so heavy, her nipples and areolas tingling almost continuously for the past two days. She thought again of how the skin of her breasts felt like it was stretched tight as a drum. They felt heavier, even more so than the typical heaviness experience during menstruation.

  This was definitely different.

  They looked bigger too. She thought again of that glass vial he’d made her stare at while he’d watched and read in his communications room. Then, as now, she wondered what had been in that vial. She knew he had her staring at it for a reason. Perhaps it was simply to humiliate her, and if so, it was certainly successful. Or perhaps there was more to it than that?

  He’d poured it into her food that night, made sure she licked every inch of her bowl clean. At the end of it, as he’d cleaned her face, he grinned at her, an unusual note of triumph, boyish glee in his eyes.

  Once cleaned up to his satisfaction, he’d taken her to the Veranda Room, and forced her to straddle him as he reclined on the expansive couch there. He’d slowly drawn her down upon his cock until she was panting with the stretching, her juices flooding down the shaft of his penis to pool in his pubic hair and drip down the join of his thighs.

  He’d strapped her arms high up behind her back, until her shoulders ached with the stretch. Winding a cord in her hair and yanking her head back, he’d wrapped the other end about her arms, forcing her head to arch up, making her stare at the high, featureless ceiling.

  She’d felt every inch the object then as he’d spent a very long while indeed playing with her breasts, smacking them, squeezing them at the base as he sucked long and hard upon her nipples. He’d kneaded her breasts slowly and thoroughly as he gently bit and pulled at her nipples.

  He didn’t stop when she was moaning with the pleasure. He didn’t stop when she was pleading with the pain.

  It was only when he’d pronounced “your tits are the right color now” that he’d finally relented. Then he’d taken hold of her hips and begun moving her up and down upon his cock until he’d groaned out his own release, bucking up into her roughly, each explosive thrust drawing a pained gasp from her lips.

  At that moment, she’d never felt more the well-fucked possession of this fierce male.

  As he’d loosened the bonds in her hair, and she drew a deep, sighing breath at the relief in her strained, spasming neck muscles, she’d looked down to see what he’d wrought upon her bosom. His teeth marks were visible in several places, her nipples blushing the deepest crimson she’d ever seen them, the very air currents only increasing her discomfort. Her nipples were elongated, swollen, impossibly hard.

  More than that though, both breasts ached, the flesh tight and hard in a way she’d never felt before — except when they’d first blossomed at puberty not long after she’d turned thirteen…

  Now, as he thrust into her, it had become clear what it was.

  “Those tits of yours are going to be sore for a while. You’re going to have to learn to endure it,” he said, not slowing his thrusting one bit. He took hold of her wrists, both then pinioned high behind her back, using the grip as leverage to fuck her harder, his cock battering her cervix at each deep thrust. It was equal parts pain and pleasure — and one hundred percent humiliating.

  It was just the way she knew he liked it — and just the way she feared she was beginning to crave.

  Whatever was in that glass vial, it was doing something to her breasts, that was clear. But what could it be? Was he simply making them grow? They were already plenty large enough. The thought made her bury her sweaty face against her forearms again.

  His big hand submerged in her hair and pulled tight, drawing her head back. He leaned forward, whispering into her ear, “Minkala. Minkala, Rose.”

  She could tell he was close, the muscles of his thighs like thick steel cables against the backs of hers, his breathing coming faster now, his thrusts growing almost brutal, her stretched pussy beyond exhausted. She cried out against her arm, though she wasn’t sure if it was from pain or the abandonment of having yet more pleasure wrung from her despite the exhaustion, and the pain, and the humiliation. Or because of all of those things.

  It didn’t matter. One was the same as the other, the beginning indistinguishable from the end. It just was.

  And then he pulled from her sex and she gasped, relief, lust, and exhaustion warring within her. He said the word over and over again, just audible over the sound of his fist coursing rapidly up and down his slickened cock. “Mine, Rose. Mine.”

  The words came to her as the hot, sticky ropes of his seed splashed against her ass, stinging against the welts, a long dollop of it draping down the valley of her buttocks, sticking to the well-stretched lips of her pussy. He used that same cock — still half-erect — to rub his seed all over her skin as she hissed and moaned. And then he pushed that last rope of his semen back into her cunt with the big head of his penis.

  He extricated her breasts from the grip of the bars, and then took her in his arms. But rather than force her onto her knees, guiding her with the usual shaming smack on her ass to send her scrambling into the cage, he took her with him to his bed.

  It didn’t feel right, and she looked at him as he laid her down, drawing her close, tucking her head against his chest. She could hear his heartbeat, thump, thump, thump, the cadence so unlike that of the human heart, stronger, slower, the sound deeper.

  “Who owns you?” he said above her as they laid there in the still night.

  “You do.”

  “What am I to you, Rose? What am I to my little slave girl?”

  She blushed against him, even as she softly kissed his warm chest, the word a murmur against his skin.

  “Master.”

  Chapter 26

  He found her right where he’d left her an hour earlier, her body lashed tightly to the frame, legs outstretched, slightly bent, straps crisscrossing the pallid flesh. Her round, well-marked buttocks were already quivering. They would be marked still more before he was done with her tonight.

  She’d trembled as he’d strapped her over the rack, and though she’d looked up at him, she didn’t ask him what he was doing. They both knew what he had planned for her.

  It was time for the last surrender for Rose.

  He’d brought the rack out into the middle of his bedroom, turned the lights low, the windows shaded, casting the entire room in deep shadow. He’d made sure and washed her hair thoroughly before he’d put her to the rack, purposefully leaving it wet, dangling, still dripping on the floor as she waited for him helplessly, waiting for him to take this last bit of her innocence.

  He wanted her to think about it, to know what was coming.
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  And he wanted her to know that there was nothing she could do to stop it.

  But he knew there was nothing she would do to stop it, for as he bent her over that rack, spread her wide, he’d felt of her cunt, finding it hot, and wet, and ready.

  Perhaps it was simply her body’s reaction, anticipating being used, preparing for the thrusting of his cock. Oh, she’d feel the thrust of his cock all right, just not there.

  He pushed the largest toy of her trainer set in and out of her ass many times once he had her strapped over the rack. He didn’t stop until she was gasping, until she was crying out with it, though he couldn’t tell whether it was from pain, or a final giving in to the pleasure such penetration caused her.

  With luck, it was both.

  He hoped the two were so confused within her mind, that she could never tell one from the other. That was what made this particular act so enjoyable. It was the confusion, and the shame, and the pleasure, and the lust. The dark, forbidden nature of it. It was all mixed together, a maelstrom of emotion and sensation.

  And he would make her experience all of it.

  Taking his time, he walked around her slowly. She barely moved, only twitching a bit when she realized she was no longer alone in the room. He’d bound her arms behind her in a neat box tie across her middle back, wrists to elbows, more straps crisscrossing her arms until her pale flesh bulged between the strictures. She could go nowhere.

  The only part of her body he’d left loose was her head, straps crisscrossing across her back, her shoulders, a broad one cinching down across the small of her back, leaving only one target, one focus, one goal. Her ass.

  And he was about to make it his.

  He stopped at her side, caressing her, his fingers tracing one of the straps. “You know what’s going to happen, yes? I want an answer, slave girl.”

  “Yes… sir.”

  “Good.” He gave her a gentle pat that belied the avaricious lust coursing through his veins. “You’ve been well trained for this, and though your biggest plug is not as large as me, it’s prepared you for what I’ll require of your bottom. You can do this. I’ll warn you though — this is going to be difficult. It’s probably going to hurt, but I’ll try and go as slow as I can. Still, I won’t stop. We won’t stop until your ass has taken every inch of my cock. Every inch, Rose. Do you understand me?”