“Please do.”
Oh God!
The release of straps across her spread legs surprised her, and instinctively she brought her legs up, her heels digging into the padding to try to push against her bindings.
“Enough,” Lukanos barked, smacking her thigh sharply, searing heat sinking into her flesh from the slap.
“That’s okay, it’s normal,” the doctor said, wrapping an arm around both of her flailing legs. “Just relax, now. Only want to have a look at you. Not going to hurt.”
Still, though she knew it was stupid, she resisted. It wasn’t that she thought she could actually stop them, it was that she wanted them—and Lukanos especially—to know that she wasn’t some beaten dog. She wasn’t going to just let herself be handled like...
A toy? That’s what you are.
“I warned you,” Lukanos growled, taking hold of her face, his strong fingers squeezing her cheeks until her jaw was forced open. A thick bit smelling strongly of leather was pressed between her teeth, and she bit down on it hard. Strapped around the back of her neck, the bit pulling down tighter against her tongue, reducing her words to mere gargles, the straps already starting to gall the corners of her mouth. “You’ll wear this until I think you’re ready to do as you’re told.”
She barked back at him, the sound a pitiful mewl that made both men chuckle.
The doctor hoisted her legs up until they were extended straight overhead, a strap cinched tight about her ankles, and Alisse’s cheeks burned as she realized how fully the position exposed her to their gazes.
“Nice growth of hair there, thick and healthy.” Something poked at her sex. “The labia are in good shape.” Her pussy was splayed so wide that she yelped against her gag.
“She’s...very tight,” Lukanos said. “Almost wasn’t able to penetrate her fully, but she managed it.”
The doctor probed deep into her sex, prodding her here and there, pressing against the top of her vaginal canal, making her jerk in her bonds.
“Responsive, I see.”
“Oh yes, she lubricates readily too. Even after I spanked her the first time, she was quite wet.”
“Hot blooded, human females are,” the doctor said casually, with a quick tweak of her clit, letting her know he’d noticed how prominent it was. It had long been a source of shame for her, even though Phillip had said he loved it.
“Only some minor redness in the vaginal tissues, Lieutenant. Well stretched, but no apparent tearing. She should adapt, with time, as long as you go slow with her. Once she’s accommodated, you should be able to use her without restriction—though I daresay, it’s never going to be all that easy for her.”
Both men chuckled again.
Something brushed against her anus, and she tightened her buttocks. The doctor’s voice was gentle. “Just a quick look now.”
Cold gel was spread upon her opening, then a finger pressed against the entrance. The pressure backed off then resumed, both men speaking to each other now in their native tongue. She tried to relax, pushing against the pressure, knowing it would be less painful if she cooperated.
Then it pushed past the sphincter, and slid in slowly. She panted against her gag, willing her bottom to loosen against the thick finger. It twirled and prodded for a moment, then it withdrew, and she blew out a relieved breath.
“You did very well, girl,” Lukanos said, stroking her burning cheek.
A hand stroked the back of one of her thighs. “She’s in good shape. If you decide to use her anus, she will definitely need trainers. Do you have any?”
“I’ve got a set I procured from Terra that should work well.”
“Good. The ones we have here are often difficult for the humans to manage, so Terran versions should work better, I think.”
Her legs were lowered then, her thighs quickly strapped down to the table once more.
The doctor’s huge hands closed around her breasts, and he manipulated them, lifting, squeezing, and kneading each one in turn far longer and more thoroughly than any breast exam she’d ever experienced. His hard fingers pinched and pulled upon her nipples until they stood up obscenely, each tweak of his merciless digits making her whine behind her gag.
“Good heavy breasts, tissues are dense and smooth. Nipples are in fine condition. Long and thick, and should accommodate rings well if you decide to pierce her.”
Lukanos grinned at her. “I’ll think about it.”
Her blood ran cold at the idea, but she knew she’d have to submit to it if her owner so chose.
You’re in so far over your fucking head here.
“If you decide to whip her breasts, stay away from the heavy implements. Light and stingy is best, though your hand will do in a pinch too, if you’re careful.”
She yelled behind her gag. They wouldn’t really do that to her, would they?
Who are you kidding? You cunt is wet just thinking about it.
Finally, it was over, the straps released and Alisse back on her feet. Clothing never felt so blissful as when her robe was restored to her. However, the gag remained in place, the corners of her lips beginning to ache.
The men did what she perceived as their version of a handshake, each holding up a hand, pressing their palms together for a moment. A slow motion high five was what immediately came to mind.
She looked up at Lukanos, trying to ask him to take off the gag, but he gave her a cool look. “Not until we address your little rebellion today. We’ll take care of that on the way home, I think.”
Chapter Seven
Setting his personal transport on auto pilot as soon as he lifted off from the rooftop pad of the doctor’s office, Lukanos climbed back into the rear passenger compartment, where he’d left the still gagged Alisse. She looked small, almost lost, sitting on the huge seat, her legs tightly together, her hands clenched between her thighs in an unconscious gesture of self-protection.
She knew what was coming just as much as he did.
“You know the one thing I expect of you is obedience, don’t you? Just nod, if you understand.”
Plaintive sounds came from the gagged mouth, but he merely shook his head.
“Answer the question, girl. If I have to ask it again, it’s going to make things worse.”
She nodded, her pretty face paling.
“And did you obey in the doctor’s office?”
More sounds from the gag, and he sighed, taking her face in his hand, silencing her as he stared into her eyes.
“Did you?”
She shook her head slowly, her eyes scanning his face frantically.
“No, you didn’t. So you’re going to be punished.” He sat down on the seat next to her, and turned his head toward her, patting his thigh. “I think a nice, hard spanking is appropriate.”
His cock was unfurling as he spoke, the prospect of having her sweet, round bottom exposed to his gaze once more filling him with giddy anticipation.
With one last pitiful look from her pretty, welling eyes, she turned to him, ready to lay over his thighs. He stopped her with a hand on her shoulder.
“First, I think we’re done with this.” He grasped the open neckline of the robe and tore it down, the sound of ripping fabric loud in the confines of the air transport. She yelped, her eyes going wide, her small hands wrapped around his forearm reflexively. He paused, noting the heaving of her now naked breasts, and the way the pink nipples had already stood up proudly.
Staring at her, he waited, knowing this was an important moment, a turning point of sorts, which determined whether or not she was ready to truly submit to being his. Her frantic eyes fixed upon him, her lips moving silently over the gag. Then her hands fell away, and she looked down, a furious blush flooding up her throat, staining her cheeks scarlet.
He beamed at her, the sense of victory sweet indeed. “You’re a good girl, really. Just need a reminder, I think.”
With two more breast-bouncing rips of fabric, he’d torn the tattered remnants of the gown from her bod
y, leaving his slave girl, blessedly, properly, naked. She stared up at him, her breath coming fast, her eyes bright, liquid. He saw fright—and something else entirely—in their clear depths, and it filled him with a possessive, primitive lust.
With an unexpected meekness, she draped herself over him, her body trembling like the leaves of a dinhal tree. His cock was an aching hardness between his thighs now, and he took great pleasure in rubbing the bulge against her hip as he situated her properly for her punishment.
Later on, she’d be helping him take care of that problem too.
Her bottom was an absolute thing of beauty, and he took his time staring at it, caressing, and squeezing the heavy, broad buttocks one at a time. He spanned her waist with both hands, framing the dramatic curve of the round backside below. Her pale, clear skin, with its adorable birthmark, called to him to do his worst, to show her the consequences for disobedience. He would enjoy doing so more than he cared to admit.
He laid a big palm upon her, his hand covering more than half her bottom.
“Do you deserve to be punished for disobeying me? For resisting the doctor?”
The shake of her head made him smile, but he tried to keep his mirth from his voice.
“You agreed to obey me, did you not? When you agreed to stay?”
For a moment, she was still, then she nodded, reluctantly.
“So you do agree then that you disobeyed me? Tell the truth.”
Hiding her face against the fall of her hair, she nodded slowly.
“Good.” He rubbed slow circles over her soft, trembling buttocks. “Then I’ll ask again. Since you disobeyed me, do you deserve your spanking?”
He loved this part, making her participate in her own discipline, forcing her to admit that she’d done something wrong—and was going to accept the consequences. He’d never let her get off with just a skipping. She would know now that the pain she was about to experience was as a result of her misbehavior. Admitting it was sometimes harder than the punishment itself.
She’d be one contrite girl, before he got done with her spanking.
Finally, she nodded, and she dropped her head, as if ashamed to even be seen.
He was a very lucky man indeed.
The first blow was hard, the smack sharp and loud, the flesh immediately flushing pink. She stiffened, then relaxed once more, though she made no sound.
Landing two more hard smacks, one per cheek, she began to cry out, her skin coloring a deeper shade of pink with each blow. The fourth spank made her cry out, a leg lifting up. He slapped her thigh, gently.
“Keep your legs down, girl. Push your bottom out for me.”
His cock throbbed painfully as she obeyed, the round buttocks even more prominent now, the gap between them yawning wider, an inviting darkness within.
Then the spanking began in earnest, as he clasped her waist firmly, his cock grinding against her as he slapped those soft, vulnerable white buttocks over and over and over again. Within the first thirty smacks, she began crying out, her struggles growing more and more frantic. When the crowns of her broad bottomcheeks were a suitable shade of scarlet, he alternated targets, pulling up each cheek in turn, and whistling in spank after spank upon that soft, sensitive flesh at the crease of her buttocks. Soon, muffled shrieks accompanied each stroke, her hands wrapping frantically about his lower leg as he treated any remaining spots of alabaster flesh to a flurry of hard slaps, the deep red color now evenly distributed across her now very warm backside.
He paused then, allowing his fingers to roam between the swollen, punished buttocks, her mewling changing pitch as his fingers found the nuclear hot furnace at her core. Moisture coated her soft engorged labia, her perineum slick with it. He roamed a fingertip around the whorl of her anus, rubbing her essence into that delicate skin. Rather than clench tight though, she seemed to push back against him, inviting further exploration. He tapped the tiny opening with his fingertip, chuckling.
“Not tonight, girl.”
He palmed her seething, soft sex, easing the lips open as he caressed it, her heated fluids surprisingly hot upon his skin.
“Do you think you’ve had enough? Shall I redden those thighs too? Or have you learned your lesson?”
Her nodding was instant, frenzied.
“Good.” He pulled her up then, and she winced when her buttocks made contact with the seat. She looked up at him finally, strands of her long dark hair stuck to tear-streaked cheeks. Her eyes were swollen and red, her nose running. He didn’t think she’d ever looked more beautiful to him.
Aroused by her crying? Depraved indeed, Lukanos.
She met his eyes then, and fresh tears spilled down her cheeks.
“Come here,” he whispered, and she surprised him by flinging herself into his arms. He held her in silence then, squinting his eyes against the setting afternoon light pouring through the windows of the transport. He let her sob against his neck, her arms and legs wrapped around him, his hands clutching her swollen, hot buttocks.
“Shh, it’s all over now. You were so brave. I know having the doctor handle you wasn’t easy.” He tried to tug her head off her shoulder, pulling gently upon her hair. “I can’t get your gag off, if you’re doing that. Would you like your gag off?”
Her head flew back, and she met his gaze, nodding, fresh hope in her welling eyes.
Unsnapping the catch from behind her head, he eased the bit from between her pretty white teeth. The corners of her lips were pink and inflamed. He touched them gently. “I’m sorry about that, girl. We’ll get something for that when we get home.”
“Th-thank you... sir. I’m...sorry.”
“It’s all forgiven.” He smiled at her and her blush returned. He thought she might speak, her lips moving slowly, then she tilted her head a little, her pupils beginning to grow larger.
Then she pressed her soft, tear-soaked lips to his mouth, shocking him into utter stillness. He let her kiss him for a few seconds, then submerged his hand in her tangled hair, pulling her back.
“What—”
She kissed him again, even harder then—and he kissed her back, tasting her tears, her fear, her abandon, and perhaps even her affection—for the very first time. The tip of her little tongue slipped between his lips, touching his, and he growled, clenching his fist in her tresses, his lust overpowering him. He pulled her away, staring into her eyes, seeing nothing in them but the desire he felt. He pressed his lips to hers feverishly, tasting her, possessing her, her moans wordless but soul-deep, as he hauled on her hair, exposing her vulnerable, pale throat to his lips, his teeth, his rumbled threats, his whispered promises.
He could take no more then, his cock angry, aching, and he pulled her close again, tucking her head under his chin, needing her there, against him, in his arms.
His.
She burst into tears again, clutching him with a strength out of all proportion to her size. He murmured and cooed to her, savoring every last millisecond of the sweetness found in simply holding her.
It was more than that though, it was the breaking down of her walls, of her surrender. There was more going on here than just a punishment of an errant slave. A bond had grown between them. He wasn’t sure what sort it was precisely, but he knew they both felt it.
The question was, what in space was he going to do about it?
*****
Wincing as she knelt before him, her hot buttocks ached as she spread them on her heels. She’d never experienced pain like that before, and yet, when the spanking was done, her entire body seemed to hum with energy, her consciousness heightened to a state that shocked her to her core. The insane urge to hug him after her punishment, to be close to him, was as irresistible as the tide. It didn’t make any sense, yet it was real, as real as the hulking man sitting on the bed before her.
He’d made her drop to her knees as soon as they’d entered his bedchamber. Finally, he’d let her watch—and finally she’d gotten a chance to drink in that delicious body of his.
Was it wrong that she lusted after the body of the man who’d abducted and enslaved her? If it was, it didn’t matter here—at least not to her. He was masculinity personified, and as he disrobed, she positively drooled as she watched.
He was built like a linebacker—though much more heavily muscled. From the shoulders more massive than any she’d ever seen, to the sweep of the lat muscles of the back down to a flat belly that made her want to lick every inch of the defined, powerful abdominals, he had her almost panting by the time he’d fully disrobed.
Then he was standing over her, his hands on his hips, his heavy cock rising higher by the second until it reared over her, the saliva in her mouth going dry almost instantly.
“You’re going to be taking care of this tonight, slave girl. Now, go over to the bed and kneel down next to it.”
She scurried over as fast as her legs would take her, the vision of that huge penis seared into her brain. She still wasn’t sure how it was possible that she’d been able to take that monster, but she had—though it had stretched her to the limit. The pain and pleasure had been indistinguishable from the other as he’d thrust inside of her, the storm of sensation so overpowering she hadn’t known how to process it.
So she’d simply surrendered to it.
Now as she watched him walk into his bathroom, all she could concentrate on was the roundness his firm, muscular buttocks. Like the rest of him, they bespoke immense strength, the kind of strength that spoke to the most primitive, ancient needs of women.
Jesus, you’re in trouble here—in more ways than one.
He strolled back into the bedroom, the heavy truncheon of his erect penis swinging before him. Then he sat on the bed in front of her, his glittering gaze pinning her in place.
“You’ll use your mouth on this”—he pointed at his penis, the thick organ bobbing in time with his pulse—“anytime you’re disciplined. Then you’ll be put to bed without an orgasm. Do you understand?”
“Y-yes... sir.” She tried to swallow some moisture into her parched mouth. “But I... I can’t take that...it’s...”
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