by Lee Savino
I had been taking my time, testing my control after the wildness of my first time with her, and had been reassured that it had been an aberration. That it allowed me to wallow in the pleasure of her body was an added inducement. But when she begins to beg... I can feel my urges growing again, responding to her submissive plea.
Groaning low, under my breath, I begin to move a little harder and faster, my seela writhing and stroking. The small, crinkled hole which so disturbed her when it was touched winks at me from between her pink cheeks as they jiggle against my thrusts. I have many plans for exploring that opening, one that Tsenturions do not possess, but which figures prominently in all the texts of her people.
My prime seela probes at its tightness with every thrust, and I can only imagine how pleasurable such a narrow channel would be, especially as my Tribute whimpers and submits beneath me, very much as she is now. Her wetness increases with every thrust, her moans becoming louder as I plow into her from behind, my hands gripping her hips, pinning her to the bed and holding her in place while I take my pleasure.
She is obviously enjoying it as well and it is as though my need is feeding off of hers... my control is slipping from my fingers and I don't care anymore. My entire focus is on the sweet clasp of her body, her delicious cries of pleasure as she begins to spasm and clench around me, and my own urgent desire.
I rut her harder, faster, groaning with pleasure as she sobs out her own climax. The way her legs kick, I can tell she is becoming overloaded with sensation and it only spurs me to take her harder. I grip her hips, pinning her down and holding her in place while I fill her, over and over again. The walls of her body tighten, trying to hold me in place, but she is too slick and my thrusts too strong.
Her cries have become incoherent, filling my ears and feeding the dark craving that her presence has created. I growl, low, pumping relentlessly until my own orgasm finally surges. My seed spurts as I bury myself inside of her, letting the spasms of her body milk me of my offering. My seela have latched onto her again, pulling at her body and keeping us firmly joined as I empty myself into her. Panting, I shudder, groaning, and she whimpers delightfully beneath me, her breath coming out on a ragged sob.
My own body feels oddly slack, my satisfaction so overwhelming that I would be alarmed if I didn't feel so good. So right.
Bemused, I run my hand down her back and over the soft cheeks of her bottom, which are still slightly warm to the touch. The noises she makes are so quiet I can barely hear them, just enough to let me know she's still conscious and responsive.
When I lean back slightly so that my fingers can explore the area my prime seela was probing, she becomes much more responsive.
Dawn
"Wait!" My voice comes out in a high squeak, making me sound like a cartoon mouse, as one of Gavrill's big fingers pokes at my rear entrance. My legs kick, but my muscles are so watery and weak after my orgasm that I might as well have just lain there. Not that it would have made much of a difference even if I wasn't feeling so pathetically limp.
Ignoring me, his finger dips down between our bodies to where he's still embedded inside of me, gathers the cream there and returns to push at my crinkled hole. I'd finally gotten used to the sensation of his tentacle thing circling and teasing me there, and then the way it felt like it had actually been sucking on the tender bundle of nerves that I hadn't known existed, but it hadn't actually gone inside of me.
"No..." My cry of protest is barely a whimper as the tiny hole stretches and his finger slides inside. Embarrassment flushes through me as he probes the virgin entrance to my body, his finger burrowing inside and making me uncomfortably aware that it doesn't feel entirely unpleasant. The slight burn of stretching isn't enough to truly hurt and being so full feels almost good.
I whimper as he pumps his finger, exploring, and my body clenches down instinctively, trying to push him out. All that means is that I can feel every millimeter of his digit as it moves inside of me.
"You are very tight here," he says, sounding pleased. "I look forward to finishing your subjugation by taking you in this orifice."
The very formal wording he uses for the act only makes it sound even more depraved. I'm also not super happy about him calling it my 'subjugation' but I can't bring myself to argue either, because that's exactly what it feels like. Like he's literally fucking me into submission with his strange, alien cock.
A cock which had been softening inside of me but is now beginning to harden and thicken again. The uber-sensitive walls of my pleasure-soaked pussy can feel the difference easily and I whimper. I can't possibly take any more pleasure. Humans aren't meant to. I don't care what upgrades Frllil gave to my body to ready me to be a Tsenturion Tribute, if Gavrill fucks me again I think I might die.
Unfortunately, Tributes don't get a say.
I sob as he begins to thrust again, my sore pussy fluttering in protest and my ass clenching around the finger he is now pushing in and out of my bottom.
Gavrill
By the time Bogdan calls to ask if I am coming to the bridge for my shift or not, his voice full of disapproval, my Tribute is nearly insensate. I have pleasured her into complete submission. Her nipples are reddened from the attentions of my mouth and fingers, her pussy lips are just as red and swollen, and marked with many purple circles from the suction of my seela, and she didn't even protest when I used the training belt to fill her bottom, stretching that tight hole for my eventual use. Tsenturions do not have the "plugs" which her manuals mention, but I have used the belt to create what I think is a good approximation.
I have lost count of the number of orgasms I've had; much less how many I've given her. Learning her body, exploring what she does and does not enjoy, how to make her climax hardest, has utterly consumed me. I have also lost count of the hours. Unheard of for me. For the first time in my life, I am late to my shift.
Yet I still find myself oddly reluctant to leave her, though she is no longer in a position to entertain me. While I feel energized, it is obvious that she requires rest. Probably food as well.
Frowning, I make a fast decision and hail Arkdhem. While I would like to bring my Tribute with me to the bridge, that will not be very restful for her and will be distracting for me. But I do not wish to leave her alone, especially as she may awaken hungry or thirsty after all the rigorous activity. Indeed, I will be ordering someone to bring me some sustenance as soon as I am on the bridge.
Out of all of my men, other than Medik, I trust Arkdhem with her the most. He is the commander of our scout ships, and young for the post but it was well earned. From the beginning he was vocal of his support for the Tribute program, but he does not have a covetous personality and looks up to me as an older brother. None of my men would disrespect me or harm my Tribute but... Arkdhem will be the most respectful and least envious.
"Yes, Commander?" Arkdhem answers my hail immediately.
"Arkdhem, I have a new assignment for you, if you are willing to accept it."
"Yes, Commander," he says without hesitation. "Whatever it is you wish."
"You might want to hear it first," I reply, somewhat amused. "I am on duty on the bridge, but I do not wish to leave my Tribute entirely unattended. She is currently sleeping but will likely require sustenance when she awakens. I would ask you to be her escort on the ship while I am otherwise occupied."
"Commander, it would be an honor." The sincerity in his voice confirms my choice. "I will return to the main ship immediately."
"She is in my quarters, I will give you access before I leave."
It will not take him long to dock his ship and make his way here, and it is unlikely my Tribute will awaken any time soon. As much as I enjoy the look of her the way she is now, I exert my will on the nanotech and it spreads downwards from the front of her belt and upwards over her pussy from where it's embedded in her secondary entrance. I leave it inside of her there, to facilitate my eventual breaching. All of the manuals indicated that being filled there would h
elp human females remain in the submissive mindset, reminding them of their helpless vulnerability to their Master.
Once the nanotech is in place, I pick out the most covering of her garments, an opaque pink gown with slits up the side, and dress her. She barely murmurs as I move her about on the bed, other than a small whimper when I caress her breast before covering it. Arkdhem has still not arrived but I cannot delay any longer.
Shoving down my unanticipated reluctance, I force myself to leave the room. It feels wrong to separate myself from her, which only increases my determination to do so. This swiftly growing attachment makes no sense and is not at all convenient.
Just how much so becomes more apparent when I reach the bridge and face Bogdan's glower. My second is fuming, his armor dark and streaked with simmering red, and he does not even bother to contain his emotion.
"Is this going to be the new way of things, now that you have a Tribute?" he asks, his voice full of demand.
Normally I would not allow him to question me in such a manner in front of the crew, but they all deserve an answer.
Calmly, I meet his gaze, my own armor not flickering one iota from its neutral grey. I actually feel quite serene now that I am on the bridge, more focused.
"It will not happen again," I say. "However, I will recommend that in the future, those receiving Tributes also receive some time off. It is unlikely any of us will be able to resist indulging deeply after such a long period of abstinence. Perhaps it is unreasonable to expect that things will continue completely as normal when a Tribute first arrives."
My statement makes quite a few of the crew brighten. Whether they are excited by the idea of their own Tributes or by the idea of additional time with the females once they arrive, I am unsure. Bogdan just looks angrier than ever.
"So you are saying that that human is now your first priority?" He is practically seething, and his accusation makes some of the excitement in the room dampen.
I scowl back at him, my own armor darkening slightly. "My first priority is, and always will be, our people. I came the moment you called earlier, did I not? As I always do and always will. But allowances must also be made for the change in our situation."
His jaw clenches, and he is obviously not entirely appeased by my answer, but I have no other to give him. Having a Tribute is more consuming than I had realized, and I think my men will find it so as well at first. The fascination for something new will fade, even the urge to copulate should grow less as my desires are satiated, and Bogdan will eventually see that.
"You will understand when you have your own Tribute, and are able to sate your needs," I tell him.
"I do not want a human Tribute," he spits out, his voice full of disgust and derision, before storming off of the bridge.
Silence reigns in his absence and I resist the urge to rub my head. I don't know why Bogdan is behaving like a child, but I will not chase after him either. Obviously, he needs rest.
"I'll take his if he doesn't want her," Vander, my pilot on duty, pipes in. Laughter breaks the tension in the room and even I chuckle.
"We'll see. Now update me. Where are we on the search for the Vgotha?" I ask.
Still looking, since following the trail through the ion pathways of the outer edges of the cloud is difficult and so far they have not taken the bait our scout ships have offered. As the bridge reports in, Arkdhem sends me a message that he has arrived at my chambers and my Tribute still slumbers. A small part of me I hadn't even known was tense, now relaxes and I am able to focus entirely on the matters at hand, knowing someone is watching over her.
Dawn
I come awake with a growl. Not that I'm growling, my stomach is. I'm starving. Not too surprising considering the last time I ate was before I was presented as a Tribute and... well, I have no idea how long Gavrill had erotically tortured me, but it had been a long time. My pussy feels thoroughly abused, my thighs feel like I'd run a freaking marathon, and though I've been asleep I still feel really drained.
I am also very... full... in a place that I’m not accustomed to being full.
Reaching down, I groan when my fingers meet the hated training belt, which is covering me underneath the filmy dress I am now wearing. I have a fuzzy memory of Gavrill eagerly watching my expression as he pushed the belt's nanotech up inside my ass, making me squirm even though I had been practically dizzy with exhaustion by that point. The control he had over the belt was more than a little terrifying, since the belt was on me.
The dirty pervert had then fucked me while my ass was full, and I'd come so hard I'd seen stars before practically passing out.
"Tribute? Are you awake?" The deep voice came out of the darkness and makes me shriek and scramble... what exactly I’m scrambling for, I have no idea, but my hands and legs go every which way.
"Who's there?" I ask, my heart pounding. That was not Gavrill's voice, and I don't think it's one I had heard before. Although, it's not like I've been memorizing voices. I think I would remember the angry one on the bridge though, Bogdan.
"Cabin, lights." At the order, the lights in the cabin come on and I blink rapidly as my eyes adjust. Sitting on one of the couches in the main area of the cabin is a Tsenturion warrior, full armored except for his head. His armor is a light grey, almost a sky blue. It’s a very unthreatening color and I relax again.
"Greetings, Commander's Tribute, I am Arkdhem and I am here in case you require anything while the High Commander is on the bridge."
I nearly giggled at his eager formality, except...
"Please, call me Dawn, not Commander's Tribute or Tribute." I plead, already anticipating that he'll turn me down, but instead he nods his head and looks like he's concentrating.
"Very well, Dawn," he says, sounding out my name the same way Gavrill did when I made the request of him. A request that he has since ignored. "Is there anything I can do for you right now?"
As if on cue, my stomach growls.
"Food?" I ask hopefully. "And water? Maybe something to brush my teeth?"
For a Tsenturion, Arkdhem turns out to be pretty easy going. He kind of reminds me of an eager puppy. He shows me how to use both the shower and the cleaning facilities in the bathroom, although I only actually use the latter for now. While I definitely need a shower, I need food first. Brushing the sleep out of my mouth felt good though. I feel a little odd just rinsing my mouth out with a flavorless liquid that basically just seems like it's water, but I can feel it tingling and my mouth does feel cleaner afterwards.
Food is in the cafeteria. Arkdhem offered to order it brought to us, but I wanted out of the cabin. If I'm ever going to escape, I need to explore right? When I tell him I'd rather see more of the ship, he's completely amenable and escorts me right out of the door. Walking on wobbly legs, I tell myself that this is a good idea. My muscles could do with some movement that doesn’t involve my legs being spread or hanging uselessly. Fortunately, the training belt is soft against my pussy, or else I would be a lot more uncomfortable.
Truthfully, I feel way better than I should. My limbs are long and loose, like I’ve done a satisfying yoga session. I can’t help but wonder if it’s the tinkering Frllil did to my body to prepare me for being a Tribute.
Gavrill's collar is still around my neck, but Arkdhem didn't attach a leash, to my relief. Apparently, that's a right reserved only for my master. I'm definitely not complaining.
Out in the corridors of the ship, I look around at everything and, since Arkdhem is so accommodating, I ask as many questions as I can think of. Not that any of his answers are very helpful to me.
Where are we in relation to my galaxy? No idea.
Does he know how I got here? Through an unstable wormhole.
How does someone travel through a wormhole, much less an unstable one? Through a portal or a pod designed by the Jabols. But as far as he knows, I’m the only being who has ever travelled through one.
It quickly becomes apparent that he has no problem answering my increasingly
unsubtle questions that would help me escape because there is no escape. The Tsenturions don't even know the general vicinity of Earth, because they had nothing to do with picking me up. To get back to my home, I need the Jabol. To get back to them, I'd need a ship and a navigator.
Hopelessness is swamping me by the time we make it to the cafeteria.
"Don't worry," Arkdhem says gently, patting my shoulder with his huge hand. "You'll be happy here with us. The High Commander is the best of the best and he will treat you well."
"Right." Bitterness wells. "I just have to accept that I'll never see my home again."
For a long solemn moment, Arkdhem studies me. "I know you don't think I understand, but I do. We all do."
Shame rushes through me as I realize that he does. They all lost their entire planet and everyone on it. At least I know Earth is still there. My beloved house still stands. My yoga class students are going on about their lives as if everything is totally normal. And I don’t have any immediate family, no one who would be significantly hurt by my abduction. My life has completely changed, I've lost everything... but at least I know it's still out there.
"Sorry," I whisper.
He just smiles and pats my shoulder again before leading me to a machine in the wall. There's an opening there with a tray in it. I assume this is how they get food. Frllil used to just bring me trays so I don't know where he was getting it from, but at least I had some time to learn what I like. Arkdhem also insists on adding a few of his favorites that I haven't tried before—it wasn't like the Jabol ever provided me with a buffet or anything.
It's nice having someone care what I want, even if it's just for a meal. I don't want to admit it, but some little part of me aches, wishing it was Gavrill beside me, helping me try new food and not Arkdhem.
7
Gavrill
When Corin arrives on the bridge to take over command for the next shift, Arkdhem and my Tribute are still dining. They have been there for quite some time and I frown in concern as I stride down the hallway. Do humans take an abnormally long time to eat, or has something else detained them?