Taken and Mated

by Samantha Madisen

  Discipline, he knew, was the only method of bringing her under control, and making her realize that as an Atrix, she would be most comfortable in her role of submissive female to an alpha male. But he could not discipline her if she was perfectly obedient.

  That was why he would need her to break some rules. And intuition told him that with a girl like Lana Scott, there was only one way to make her break her resolve to be obedient.

  He had to make it impossible for her to maintain.

  Chapter Five

  “What is this place?” Lana asked, as Anasi showed her into the room. There was nothing inside of it but floor-to-ceiling white walls of the same material that had dissolved to a see-through observation window. Lana eyed it now mistrustfully.

  Anasi folded his hands in front of him. “You are very fortunate,” he sighed. “This sort of... training... is very rare.”

  Lana raised her eyebrows. The plug inside of her shifted as she moved, and she tried to block out the aching pleasure it delivered each time it touched a new place inside of her.

  Above her, the ceiling opened and disgorged what looked like four rods. Lana stared at them, because the material was strange, appearing at once to be rigid and solid, but revealing as it moved that it was also flexible, almost like a liquid.

  “What—?” she began, but the restraints on her arms became heavy and then pulled at her wrists and ankles, this time apart and upward.

  She let out a gasp as she was stretched apart into a starfish shape, while something cool, made of a material similar to Earthen plastic, rose from the floor and came to support her beneath her back. It melded to her body at every point, supporting her like a large hand.

  She involuntarily moved against the restraints, but Anasi approached her and stroked her hair. “Just relax,” he said, as her collar clicked into place behind her, holding her to the support beneath her.

  She fought against the collar, trying to lift her head, for a few moments, while the ankle restraints and the bending rods they were attached to rose and spread apart, bringing her legs close to her shoulders and baring her pussy to the ceiling.

  “What is this!” she exclaimed, but as she did, she remembered her resolve to cooperate. Anasi looked at her and nodded, almost as though he had read her mind.

  She allowed her body to relax into the support against her back, and was surprised to find it was quite comfortable. But the position of exposure she was in—spread completely open, the plug in her bottom like a hard rock between her legs, her pussy dripping for all to see—made her face flush.

  What would they do to her now?

  The ceiling opened again, the white material disgorging two more objects, both small and spherical in shape. The ceiling repaired itself as a puddle would after something passed through its surface.

  The spheres descended, one above her mouth, the other in a straight line toward her exposed pussy.

  She looked frantically, from the side of her eyes, at Anasi as the sphere came toward her face. He was perfectly calm, and she was about to exclaim something when the sphere stopped just inches above her mouth.

  “Open your mouth,” Anasi urged patiently.

  She started to protest but remembered her promise to herself: she was going to feign obedience. She was also reassured by the words he had spoken to her last night: she would not be physically harmed, even if she experienced discomfort.

  There was also a deeper, and more troubling, matter: she almost wanted to open her mouth. She was curious about what would happen to her. Maybe even excited by it.

  No. No, she thought. You are only doing this because you must. You are doing what they say so that you can plan your escape.

  She closed her eyes and opened her mouth.

  “A little wider,” Anasi urged her, his fingers gently on her chin. He pulled her mouth open, and the sphere slipped into her mouth, a gag, and was suddenly heavy and immobile, though not uncomfortable.

  She tried to bite it and found that it was soft. But no matter how she pushed it with her tongue, it would not budge from her mouth.

  Anasi touched his ear suddenly, and then nodded, as though something had spoken to him from inside his mind. He leaned over Lana. “I am going to leave you now. They have a very long session planned for you. I will collect you when you are done.”

  Lana’s eyes grew wide and she tried to say “What?” through the gag, but her muffled voice was simply absorbed by the soft material.

  “Remember,” Anasi told her kindly. “Just enjoy it. Your submission will bring you pleasure, if you allow it to.”

  Forget that, Lana thought, trying to feel as bitter as she could.

  But there was little time to think, because the second sphere had reached her pussy, and was now brushing, ever so lightly, across the face of her clitoris. Almost like a breath of air.

  The sensation traveled all through her body in a ripple, and her muscles tensed. Anasi was leaving; she could see his form departing through the door from the corner of her eye.

  She could also see, in her peripheral vision, that the white windows were becoming transparent. She could not see what was behind them, but if this was anything like the room for the medical examination, there were watchful eyes behind the transparent walls. They were watching her, seeing her spread open and helpless to do anything but accept her fate.

  Which so far was the most delicate touch on her clit, sending ripple after ripple of pleasure through her and making her pussy well up and overflow.

  Without warning, the light breath on her clit became heavier, and turned into a tiny pulse. At the same time, a wet material, rubbery in texture and very much how one would expect a tongue to feel, made contact with her clit and pulled back the hood that covered the sensitive bundle of nerves at the tip of it.

  When the pulse of the machine came into contact with the face of her clit, the sensation was so intense that her limbs shook in her restraints.

  That was only the first pulse; it was followed by another, and this one made her shriek and jerk against her restraints. The sound of her yell was absorbed by the gag.

  The pulse felt so good—better than anything she had ever felt in her life—but it was almost too much. Too intense, too hard, too... pleasurable. She started to scream as the pulses increased. She wanted desperately to move away, to get the tip of her clit out of the firing line of the relentless machine, but her body was utterly frozen in position. All she succeeded in doing was exhausting herself as she attempted to turn and toss and move her hips away.

  She screamed into her gag as the pulse steadied to a rhythm, and then to her horror she could feel herself rising up to the crest of an orgasm.

  For a few moments she thought with humiliation about how many men were watching her. How the sweat that was forming on her skin, and the juices that were dripping from her pussy to her ass, in a thick, slick river that she could feel pooling beneath her, were revealing that she was being pleasured. And not just pleasured, more pleasured than ever before in her whole life.

  But then the sensation overtook her whole mind, and her whole body, and she began to see stars. She was sure that she would pass out before she crested. She had to stop straining against the bondage that held her, because she was exhausted, but now her legs and arms were trembling uncontrollably. She wanted desperately to move her hips, but the ‘table’ beneath her had molded itself around them, and so she had no choice but to lie there and take what was being given to her.

  She squeezed the plug inside of her and shuddered beneath the ripples of pleasure that racked her body. The plug, the inside of her bottom, was going to feel so good when she finally came—

  And then, just as she was within a nanosecond of coming, right at the edge of her orgasm:

  The stimulation stopped.

  The pain of not releasing hit her like a brick wall. It slammed through her, as disappointing as anything could be. She screamed more, but the gag absorbed her screams and her restraints kept her from moving in p
rotest. There was no way to escape from the painful pleasure, the unsatisfied need, that throbbed throughout her whole body.

  There was nothing she could do but feel it, as it slowly, slowly ebbed away to a terrible ache in her pussy.

  Her ass clenched around the plug inside of her, and she tried desperately to get some pleasure from that, but it was the wrong kind, not the kind that would release her.

  And then, just as she reached a low, and she started to think of how she would simply pleasure herself when she returned to her room—she could almost feel her fingers on her clit, the sweet release that she would finally have—the sphere began to breathe on her again.

  No. No. She could not take any more.

  But the torturous pleasure was repeated: the breath, the pulling back of the hood of her clit, the pulses against it. Again, screaming into the gag and straining against her cuffs, she rose nearly to the point of excruciating release.

  And again, almost as though the machines themselves could sense exactly where she was, and how far she had to go—they stopped, just before she released.

  Her abdomen was rolling uncontrollably, waves of spasms as her body tried to recover from the pain of coming so close to release and then being denied. She could feel her pussy dripping between her buttocks, over the jeweled plug in her bottom.

  The white ceiling above her transformed before the next round of pulses began. As she lay there, the ceiling began to transmit images: pornographic, soundless images, of women on their hands and knees with enormous, chiseled, alien men, their phalluses sawing in and out of the women’s bodies.

  The images only made her crave release more, and her pussy ached horribly when the next quick pulses were delivered.

  The space between each pulsing torture increased. This has to be because, near the end of the long session, she was so close to coming that she felt sure that if anything so much as touched her she would get her release.

  But she did not: she was left to try to squirm, to sob and beg into her gag, for almost an hour, as the images played above her on the ceiling. And she didn’t take her eyes off them, as much as she wanted to.

  * * *

  When Anasi collected her and led her to her room, her limbs were still shaking. Her pussy still ached deeply with desire, and each step made the plug in her bottom roll around, teasing her more, but failing to deliver the crucial stimulation she required.

  She had stopped thinking of a plan to escape, and was now thinking of one thing and one thing only: how good it would feel to lie down on her bed and slide her fingers against her clit to finally relieve herself of the aching desire.

  He stopped at her door, and allowed her inside, motioning that she should occupy the room.

  “Your meal will be served to you in your room. If you are obedient in your training, you will earn rewards, such as entertainment, and use of the exercise room and swimming pool. But you must first comply with today’s test.”

  “That wasn’t the test?” Lana asked hastily. Her legs were trembling from what she had just endured, and she could barely see straight. Her thoughts were almost entirely focused on getting alone.

  But...

  Anasi smiled at her from the hallway. “You are not to give in to the temptation of relief,” Anasi reminded her. “You must learn that you will get relief at your trainer’s, and later at your mate’s, choosing.”

  “Wait, I—”

  She lunged toward the door just as it closed. The glowing blue light of the window that looked into the seemingly endless blackness of space lit up slowly to a warm glow.

  “But!” she exclaimed in frustration.

  How long was she to remain here? How long was she supposed to lie here, craving relief? And if someone came for her, whenever they did—would they come to relieve her or would they simply put her through more training?

  She let out a sigh of exasperation, almost despair, and tears welled up in her eyes. She sat on the bed. Between her legs, her pussy throbbed. When she sat, the jeweled plug pushed upward inside of her, stimulating a new place, creating a new ache.

  She didn’t necessarily set out to disobey. In fact, she barely gave it any thought. The dull ache in her bottom combined with the ache in her pussy, and she shifted on the bed to become more comfortable. As she did, she shifted the plug and discovered, as she was doing so, that it rolled the plug inside of her in a different direction, stimulating her.

  She did this repeatedly, causing the plug to shift by moving her hips in a circular motion, the plug catching on the material of the bed, while the part inside traveled in a clockwise direction, pressing delicately on the insides of her body. Back, pushing against the outside of her cavity and sending a swell of aching to her spine. To the side, radiating through her hips, and then toward the root of her clit, igniting her inner heat through her body at the same it contrasted the emptiness inside of her pussy, the craving she felt.

  But it was not enough to make these circles, to shiver at each different direction the plug touched her; she would only be brought closer to climax and never reach it. No, she knew exactly where she needed to touch herself, and she knew that her relief was within her fingertips, literally. It would only take a moment...

  Before she had arrived in her room, before Anasi had told her of the obedience she must show, it had crossed her mind briefly that there must be some way of them knowing what she was doing in her room. But all thoughts of discovery flew out of her mind as the longing inside of her grew, and within minutes she found herself slipping her fingers between her legs and into the wet slick of her pussy.

  When she found her clit with her exploring fingers, she struck the face of it where so many pulses had been relentlessly delivered, and she jumped at her first, too hard touch. But quickly she found the precise pressure to apply, the exact stroke that began to send her body rising again—this time, to finally achieve the sweet relief she was practically dying for now.

  As she neared her climax, she reclined in the bed, with her legs open, having forgotten entirely where she was. All she knew was that she could not again come this close and not succeed at getting relief. She stroked herself madly, her ears filling with the sound of rushing water and her abdomen curling wildly. She closed her eyes, and the images she had seen rose up behind the curtain of her eyelids. She pictured herself in those images, being bent over by a man with enormous arms and chiseled torso, his manhood deep inside of her—

  She came violently, and a sound escaped her mouth, even though she had planned on remaining quiet. Her fingers sloshed in her pussy, and her whole body shook and seized up with the first, terrifyingly pleasurable climax of her life.

  She lost herself so completely that she did not realize that the plug inside of her was slowly being squeezed from inside, until it was too late and it was slipping out of her and onto the bed.

  The realization of what she had done cut through the receding waves of pleasure, and she grabbed for the plug. It was all too clear to her now, as she fought to replace it, and her mind allowed other thoughts besides of her own relief to penetrate her consciousness: of course they would know what she had done, one way or another.

  She had really screwed up.

  She had been disobedient.

  And now, she would be disciplined.

  Her bottom grew warm with the memory of the commander’s paddling and spankings, and she had just a moment to think about the sharp bite of punishment against her skin, to think of the pain and the pleasure, and to begin to wonder which one she felt more, when the door hissed, and a silhouette that could be none other than his filled the lighted corridor.

  “I must say, Lana Scott, I am very disappointed in you. You’ve been a very, very disobedient girl. And now you are going to be disciplined.”

  Her heart dropped through her abdomen, and she felt her eyes grow wet—but she would be lying to herself if she did not admit that even as shame and fear washed over her when the commander put the leash on her collar to lead her from the
room, she also felt a twinge of excitement.

  Chapter Six

  She was led to a room that she had not yet seen, either in her tour of the facilities or her training. This room was different in many ways from the other; an ominous red glow lit up the recesses that Lana was learning to recognize were made of the fading white substance that could turn into a transparent window.

  Her heart began to race. Her hands were drawn together by the magnetic cuffs, and her ankles pulled toward each other gently as soon as she stepped inside of the room.

  The commander, cool as always, entered the room and said nothing as he approached a wall and waved his hand over it, causing the material of the wall to seem to liquefy, and produce a table with all sorts of contraptions on it. Some of them looked like the plug for her bottom, and some only resembled it. Others were devices whose use she could only imagine, but a shiver passed through her as she considered that perhaps her discipline would not be spanking this time, but something else.

  “Atrix 12. You were instructed to refrain from relieving yourself and achieving climax after your training, were you not?”

  Lana looked at the commander helplessly as he examined a long rod with large spherical shape at one end.

  “I... I...” she stammered, unable to take her eyes off the sphere. “I... yes, sir.”

  “And yet you did not obey.”

  She shivered and shook her head.

  “You will be disciplined, then.”

  Lana looked down. “I... I’m...”

  She wasn’t sure what she wanted to say. She knew only that, mysteriously, the throbbing between her legs was returning, bringing her body to another boil. Even if she feared her punishment in her mind, it was impossible to hide from herself—and certainly from the commander—that her body craved it.

  “Tell me something, Atrix 12. How does that make you feel?”

  Lana looked up sharply at the commander. He was looking at her inquisitively, as though she were a specimen in an experiment.