Stripped

by Stoke, Christina

  “Are you going to trust me?”

  She looks deeply into my eyes. “Yes.”

  “You will do everything, I say?”

  Tallie looks at my mouth, and then she nods. “Yes.”

  “Just to dump the MAXI, Tallie?” I ask, unable to help myself.

  Her head shakes slowly in answer as she leans toward me looking at my eyes, until her lips are just a breath from mine. “No, Ry, not just for the MAXI,” she breathes, and then she’s kissing me.

  I am shaking, and kissing her with everything I have. However, when she pulls away raising the knife to cut my bonds, it’s then I can see she realizes my hands are free and holding her sides. Her eyelids flare. “Ry?”

  I smile. “I just wanted to hear you say it, baby.” I draw her toward me for another kiss.

  “Is there no hope, Ry?” she asks in a whisper against my mouth.

  “There is always hope,” I murmur. “Together, you and I can make things happen.”

  Tallie smiles against my mouth, kissing me more, and then murmuring. “I bet I can catch a signal to send an S.O.S. off this thing we are going to dump the MAXI into.”

  An hour later, I'm tingling with anticipation.

  “Tallie,” Ry says behind me and I stop walking in the direction he’s been guiding us. I do not turn around, but I am shivering. Ry is so close I can feel the heat of his body along my spine. “Pull your flight suit down, Tallie, I want to see your breasts,” he whispers. His breath heats my ear and I know he’s standing inches from me. Slowly, I open my flight suit and pull it down off my shoulders. “Down low, baby,” he murmurs. “Tie the top around your hips as low as you can.” Ry’s hand, cups one cheek of my bottom as I fumble with the flight suit, pulling it down as low on my hips as I can without it falling off. Then, I tie it. “Now, let's get moving,” he says.

  I gasp softly at his intentions, fighting the urge to turn and look at him, as my nipples ache with tight spikes and I begin to move forward. The feeling of being bare-breasted before him instantly sparks arousal inside me. “This is the way I want you,” Ry says as he pats my bottom, propelling me forward a little faster. “Bare breasts, all the time.”

  The realization that I’m going to be kept purely at his sexual pleasure thrills me completely. It leaves behind all questions of him wanting me or not, and takes away my inborn shyness through his command. I finally understand the fact that I do not want the decisions. I want to be led, and I want to become a sexual object of desire. More...

  Ry doesn’t hide the fact he is looking at my partial nudity. He makes sure I feel his eyes on me, and the fact he can see quite clearly how hard my nipples are. We move this way for two hours. Until, the strange planet we are on begins to show signs of eerie blue-tinted dusk, and all I want to do is reach my hands inside my flight suit and rub my clit with Ry’s heated gaze on me.

  “We will rest here for a while,” he says, and I look around at the sandy area surrounded by low scrub brush. “Set up the air bag and gather some of the brush for a small fire, Tallie, while I look around.” Ry pauses and lifts his hand up, holding something in his fingers. “Whenever, we are camped, Tallie, wear this and nothing else.”

  I catch the small bundle of material he tosses to me. It is a loincloth made of my lavender panties. The crotch has been torn out so there’s only a scant flap of material in front and in back. I look back up, but Ry is already gone. Sexual slave. The words seep through my mind, causing my tummy to quiver and my inner thighs to tremble, as I put the skimpy loincloth on. The material barely covers my pussy and my ass, and it doesn’t at all, as I bend over to lay out the bag.

  Just then, I hear Ry returning and my body freezes as I’m bent over at the waist with my hands clutched in the air bag. He doesn’t make a sound and I finally unlock myself enough to move and let go of the bag, before I straighten turning toward him. Ry’s flight suit top is hanging around his hips, and his gaze is on the little flap of lavender between my thighs. I know he can see how wet I am. It is dripping down one side of my inner thigh. “Wood,” he murmurs, and then he walks to the air bag, where he sits and reclines back on his elbows.

  I realize that I am his show, and I feel it too. I feel incredibly sexy, as he watches every move my scantily clad body makes, while I gather some small pieces of scrub brush for a fire. I find myself moving in certain ways that feel more sexual. Arching my breasts outward when I can and swaying my hips. Then, making sure Ry gets plenty of peeks of my drenched pussy when I bend over. The excitement inside me is rushing to my fingertips. I have never felt so sexy before. It is arousing and thrilling.

  Then when I turn back around with the last armful of scrub brush that I need, I see that Ry is nude. He has taken his flight suit off and he’s stroking his long cock in his hand. I drop the scrub brush in the pile with my gaze lingering on his hard cock.

  “You want this, baby,” he asks me, stroking from the base to the head.

  “Yes.” I nod.

  “Show me,” he murmurs, pulling so hard on his cock that he lifts his two heavy testicles up off the air bag, before his hand strokes downward again. “Lay down here.” Ry nods to the side of him on the air bag. “Spread your legs, and let me see if that pussy wants me.”

  “Ry,” Tallie puffs as she moves toward me and I watch her hips sway. My girl is turned on, and every movement in her supple body shows it. I am going to fuck her like a slut. Fuck her until she cums on my cock, screaming. “You want to be fucked, baby?” I ask deeply as she lays back and spreads her legs open for me.

  “Yes.”

  “Like my slut?” I ask. “Like my cum slut, Tallie?”

  “Ohgod,” she pants. It appears I hit a good nerve.

  “Answer me,” I say, looking down at her reddened cunt, with wet glistening on the edges, while I stroke my cock harder.

  “Yes,” she answers quickly.

  “Pull your pussy lips open, Tallie. Show me how much you want to be fucked by my big dong.”

  “Ry,” she whimpers as her fingers reach downward and pull open the flushed lips of her pussy. That separation opens her snug hole wide, and reveals the bud of her excited clit.

  “You’re going to wear my cum,” I rasp, reaching toward her sex. “My cum, in your hot hole, dripping down your thighs. And I’m going to make you wear it all day, So you can feel it, and I can see it on you.” My finger touches her asshole. Just a circling caress.

  “Oh Ry. Ry!”

  “Yes, baby. You like that don’t you?”

  “Yes,” she gasps and I can see her pussy juices leaking.

  I smear some of her cream on my finger. “Raise your legs high, Tallie. Wide.” My finger coated in her pussy juices returns to the rosy pucker of her asshole, as she lifts her legs into a widely spread V.

  “Oh hh,” she squeals as I dab the reluctant hole.

  “You’re mine,” I breathe deeply. “Say it.”

  “I’m yours, Ry,” she moans. “Oh yes, baby, I’m yours.”

  “Get on your hands and knees,” I command. Tallie looks at me wondering what I am going to do next. The excitement of not knowing is quivering through her body. The fact that I can have her anyway I want her, throbs in the base of my cock, as I watch her crawl up on her hands and knees for me with her butt facing me. “You are going to beg for this big cock, baby.”

  “Ry,” she gasps, looking over her shoulder at me. “Please!”

  “You want me to fuck you?”

  “Oh god yes. Please, Ry.” Tallie’s plump sweet ass begins to wiggle. “Please, Ry. Please!”

  “Tell me what a naughty slut you are. Beg for my big cock.”

  “Oh! Oh hh, I’m so naughty, Ry. I want your hard cock, baby.” Her ass wriggles more. “Oh, oh, fuck your naughty slut, baby, please.”

  I’ve never been so turned on. I’d caution myself to slowness, but damn, I can’t. Tallie has picked me. Tallie wants me. Hell, she’s begging, like a sexy hot cunt, for me. “Oh yeah,” I utter as I grasp her swinging h
ips and pull her to me, making her knees crawl backward. My dong is straight and rigid, and my hands are full of her ass.

  “Oh hh,” she squeals as I fit the head of my dick to her grasping hole. The heat of her cunt is burning on the slit as I lubricate the head with her thick pussy juices, while she eagerly humps back. “Fuck me, Ry! Please!” she cries, when I hold her just where I want her, but not where she wants to go, and that is skewered on my dong. I play first, making her wiggle her buttocks right under my nose. Her cunt flushes more and puffs out wider, as I poke the head of my cock in an inch, then I pull it back out again, while watching each little fuck into her. “Ooo, baby, Please!” she gasps, as she goes down onto her elbows lifting her cunt higher to me and spreading her knees wider. It’s a purely arousing submissive position.

  I swing my hips and feel every inch of my cock pushing her vagina open to gain entrance. Her inner walls are taut, but dripping wet, as I stretch them, making Tallie wail passionately. The feverish inside of her sheath rasps along the column of my cock, making me groan.

  “I’m going to fuck you,” I utter as I begin pulling, then pushing Tallie’s body back and forth, taking more of her cunt with each slide of my cock easing the way. My thumb reaches upward and I begin playing with her asshole. She goes wild then, humping back onto me harder, as I fondle her butt hole, and stroke more of my thick erection inside her. “Rub your clit, Tallie,” I order hoarsely. “Rub it hard, baby.”

  “Yes! Yes,” she mewls at me, bringing her hand up between her thighs to finger her clit. Just then, I plunge, but it doesn’t enter her more than two more inches. “Oh! Oh! Oh!” Tallie screams, while her cunt churns wildly over my cock. She’s climaxing, but I don’t even let her breathe as I withdraw my cock and force it forward again, dragging her hips up to me, to get a good solid half penetration. But it’s so good and I’m so deep into my kink, I barely notice it’s not all the way in.

  “Aaah,” I groan.

  Tallie’s pussy climaxing over my cock, repeatedly contracting and tightening, is driving me crazy as I begin to slap her ass and fuck her, while I hold her down. This position is primitive and fulfilling as I rock my hips taking my woman’s cunt, while she screams her pleasure.

  And this is just the beginning I pray, as my cum shoots deeply inside the woman I love.

  Aww, hell.........

  The End.

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  Oh. Something touched me. I jerk awake like I have half a dozen times before. Trying to make me, Tallie Rousseau, real.

  My legs are straight as I lie on my back, but they're spread open widely. I am naked; of course, Captain Ry Boa wants me naked when I sleep with him. My breasts are bared to the silvery-blue alien moon above me. My nipple tips are tight and protruding from the cold. It is the cold that's made them taut and aching, isn't it? And, I wonder why I'm not curled against Ry beneath the foil heat-retaining blanket as my body trembles with more than cold. What is it? What is wrong with me? Why am I lying stretched out naked on my back uncovered and quivering with the feelings of being aroused?

  I try to catch my rapid breath and that's when I realize I'm panting. I can feel the drench of arousal wetting my sex, its lips and deeper. I catch a hard breath. I'm so certain something was plucking my nipples just before I woke up. I know it! It's crazy, but . . . I know it.

  It's Ry. It has to be. What else could it be? This is some sexual power game he is manipulating on me in my sleep. He's so powerful he wants to consume me, and mold me, even in my sleep. However, when I dare turn my head to look at him I can see he is laying on his side beneath the foil. He's three feet from me with his back to me.

  Suddenly I catch a scent in the chilly night air, a cloying fragrance I've never smelled before. It's so heavy around me it clings to my inhaling breath, coating my tongue like menthol vapor. My nude body shudders violently with fear and I think about moving. . . jerking away. Yet somehow, I know that I can't. The odor makes me think of aggressive intentions, menacing curiosity, and lewd fornicating.

  "Jesus," I gasp, but the sound I'm able to make is a whisper filtering through my throat filled with the heavy odor. God, I never think words like that. Where did it come from? Fornicating? I cannot believe that word is in my mind, and I'm not certain if I cannot move on my own or if I cannot move because something won't let me.

  "Tallie Rousseau, just get up. This is ridiculous," I mutter sharply to myself. I know I'm not use to military things, survival methods, or being stuck on an alien planet with no hope of rescue. I'm even less used to being the sexual slave to a man. However, that's just what I am. Still, I tell myself there's nothing holding me stretched out on the ground, except my vivid imagination. Then suddenly the vapor disappears and I tell myself it is because I am moving, rolling onto my side, then on my belly.

  I nearly screech as my gaze latches onto the piercing blue irises of Ry's gaze. How could he move so quickly, because now he is lying on his side facing me? I'm panting and naked on my belly with my long hair falling wildly around me.

  Ry sits slowly with the sinew of his bare chest rippling with his movements. His sharp gaze glances around, then it slowly returns to me. "Are you in heat?" he utters with a quiet, damning voice.

  I instantly whimper at the accusation and harshness. Ry never makes any pretenses about his lust for me. It's more than just a man's desire for a woman. It's animalistic . . . and base. More primitive than my simple mind can comprehend. It makes me believe I'm writhing naked on my belly in heat for him. Just as his gaze and the set of his sharp angled face, tell me.

  He sneers at me, and then he commands, "Crawl." His voice is low and his tone is irrevocable.

  There is a myriad of meanings interwoven into that command. Ones that make my pussy throb, while others flash through me with embarrassment. The fact my living or dying, that my surviving on this alien planet is completely in his hands, could be the reason I consider it. Or it could be my reasons are as primitive as Ry's lust for me. It could be vanity.

  The fact that a man like Captain Ry Boa could even want me . . . still blows my mind. That he finds me attractive and wants to fuck me, to take me in ways that are beyond my imagination, is so hard for me to continue believing, I constantly search for other reasons. Hell, I am just drab Tallie Rousseau, humdrum and shy. I'm just a plain-Jane wallflower.

  Well, I used to be, and damn it; it's still a part of me. That's why I want to crawl, because it turns Ry on. But . . . it turns me on more. The places Ry wants to take me has no questions of why, there is only attraction and lust. It has no need for me to try, and then fail to take the incentive. It just is . . . beneath his command. The fact it's his command proves something to me I've always longed for, but been unable to find by myself. It proves my worth.

  Strange, I'm still not close to figuring it out. Although, somewhere so deep inside I'm afraid to acknowledge it, I want to crawl for Ry. To Ry. Because I hunger for him more than I hunger for any man, I could ever imagine. He must sense this connection and it excites him, makes him aroused to look at me, his sexual creature.

  There are ideals inside me that clash my upbringing against primal instincts, as I rise on my hands and knees with my breasts drawn downward, swaying. Twinges ingrained against crawling that flash through me. I feel the helplessness of not having a choice; knowing I would receive stinging punishment from Ry's hand against my ass if I disobey his command. It quivers through my body.

  The pain Ry enjoys inflicting on me, the suffering that's become so intermingled with inflamed pleasure, still unhinges me with confusion. How could being held under his painful control arouse me and make me feel more helplessly feminine? It cannot . . . Yet deep within that connection, I fight that part of Ry's lust. I fight my own reactions to it while his marks burn my flesh, and in the aftermath, my pussy becomes sopping wet wit
h the wild hunger to be fucked. I cannot comprehend how I could accept it, yet still I will crawl to him because the female I am hungers for all the powerful strength and sexuality that's his.

  The ground is rough. Small rocks and twigs sting my knees and palms as I crawl forward toward Ry with my long hair swaying around me, trailing on the ground. I feel like Ry wants me to feel; like a slut in heat who is crawling toward the cock she worships. That is raw, honest, and blindingly real.

  Ry forces me to that agonizing truth repeatedly.

  I am looking through my eyes, Ry's eyes, but I know I'm no longer the tough-ass strident Captain commanding men that I used to be. That man I knew before never delved this deep into deviant acts. I will admit I wanted to. I just never allowed myself too. Hell, I never found a woman I thought I could do it with.

  Much of it, I know, is the unique circumstances. For both of us. The unlikelihood of either of us making it off this planet has sealed it. Maybe a last hurrah for me. Going out without any regrets. It certainly makes it easier for me to jump the walls of my, before tightly held, restrictive morals.

  Control is the key to my existence. It always has been. It allows me to function somewhat normally around people and in society, especially military society. I've never done well in civilian society, but I control the anger that's always buried deep inside me. It's a Variants curse, that anger. All Variants have it in different degrees. They have to. It is the righteous anger of being made different and feeling it every day of our existence. I might have had a chance, had I not lived through the Variant Slave Era . . . before they set us free.

  Unfortunately, I was born in a test-tube. Incubated at eighteen accelerated years old, then forced right into military training, and at the time, with a pain chip implanted into my skull, in case I thought my way was better. Variants were created to be soldiers or menial laborers used on dangerous jobs that natural born humans were too privileged to do. Variants were created to die in the place of natural born humans.