He lifted an eyebrow. “I’ve spent more time studying humans over the last solar than almost any other Kaziri.”
She considered that. “Why?”
His face darkened. “I have a better use for your mouth than endless questions. Remember how I said pain was among the things I would use to reinforce your status?”
Dread swept through her. “Yes, Master.”
“You will honor my seed. It will never be spilled or wasted, and starting now, you will suck my cock before every meal. The cum will be spooned over your bowl as a reminder that you treasure it enough to put it first, before your own need for food.”
The world was spinning, tilting on its axis. She couldn’t do this. She rocked forward on her knees, her fists yanking against the wire. She was dizzy. She was going to throw up. She’d never eat again if this was the price for food. Her head shook wildly.
“Nononono…” she chanted.
And yet.
And yet.
That was one of the hottest fantasies she’d ever had, one she’d masturbated to over and over in her tiny cabin, and he’d just made it real.
But… this, now, wasn’t a fantasy, and she didn’t have a choice. He’d declared it and expected her to obey no matter how she felt. In fact, she had a feeling the more she hated it, the more he’d order her to do it.
She knew she was about to be in trouble again. Not from him, this time, but from the war between her body and mind.
Mik'kal
Mik’kal stood over the bowl and opened his trousers below the waist, pulling out his dick. It rose stiff and tall from his abdomen, the dark veins bulging, a drop of glistening crystal-clear pre-cum shining at the tip.
“Open,” he ordered. “This time, I’ll only put half of it in, but eventually, I intend to have your face pressed against my skin while I hold you tight. Understand?”
She hesitated, then nodded, and he was pleased to see her open wide. He touched the head to her lips, smearing the drops of liquid all around, and to his delight, her tongue darted out to taste him. He teased her, sliding it barely inside her mouth, then pulling out, back and forth, a little deeper each time. Her lips wrapped around it, her tongue started to lick, and he almost exploded. He was desperate to impale her on the entire length, but once more, he forced himself to hold back.
“When I come, you will not swallow, understand?” he managed to get out, his voice strangled.
She had barely nodded when his orgasm rose inside and burst out of him. Only a few inches of him were still in her mouth, and he had just enough presence of mind to hold the back of her head to prevent her from pulling off completely. Thick ropes of cum flooded her mouth. She coughed, trying valiantly to hold it in, but the quantity was too much, and it overflowed her mouth and ran down her chin. Nonetheless, she kept her mouth closed.
As he stepped back, his legs almost giving way from the orgasm she’d pulled out of him, his knot expanded, and he saw her watching it grow with wide eyes. He knew human males usually went limp after coming, and he felt superior to them. He would stay erect for another half period.
“Spit the cum into the bowl.”
Her brow furrowed. He raised his eyebrows and smiled. Fuck, despite the incredible orgasm he’d just had, watching her distress made him hard all over again.
“Now,” he growled. She leaned over and released the huge mouthful. The thick, clear, viscous substance spread out over the surface, glistening in stark contrast to the dark stew.
Her glance flickered back and forth between his eyes and his cock. She made a face as she swallowed what was left in her mouth.
“What is that?” Panic was clear in her voice.
“Humans don’t have a knot, do they? I wonder how you manage to reproduce with all that cum spilling out. Anyhow, the knot at the bottom of my cock swells when I come, and locks me inside a woman’s breeding hole for about half a period, which makes sure the sperm stays inside her uterus until it has a chance to catch.”
Her eyes got even wider than before. “If that gets stuck inside my mouth, I’ll die!”
“Mena, I will always pull back when I’m coming so that doesn’t happen, and even if it did, I could still pull out; it’s just very painful. I would never let you die.” He held her gaze, hoping she could trust him.
Why was that suddenly so important to him?
“Okay,” she whispered.
“Eat.” He reminded himself that trust wasn’t as important as obedience.
She gazed at the bowl, making no move to pick up the spoon. Growing impatient, he grabbed it.
“You’ll stay here until you eat all of this, without using the spoon I so generously offered.”
Her look at him was one of undisguised hatred, but she kept her silence. He’d accept that. As he settled into the chair behind her, he saw her stiff back give way until she was hunched over, the defeat written clearly in her posture.
She was learning.
Mena
Mena was exhausted and tired of fighting. She stared into the bowl as tears gathered in her eyes. Without her hands free to wipe them away, they fell into the bowl, tiny rivulets sliding down the lumps of cum.
She didn’t want to do this. With all of her soul she didn’t want to do this, no matter the fantasy. But she wasn’t going to win, she knew, and she couldn’t refuse to eat. She tried to tell herself it was no different from swallowing his seed as he came in her mouth, but it was, because he’d done this for the sole purpose of denying her even one normal activity.
It certainly wasn’t going to get any tastier as it cooled. Bending her head to the bowl, she was terrified she’d later regret giving in. The cum had cooled and congealed into thick, soft mounds, surrounded by thin watery fluid. She used her teeth to gingerly grab a lump, sucking it up into her mouth. It was still connected to other lumps as it rose out of the bowl. She had to bite into it to break it off, and the rest dropped back down into the bowl. She forced her tongue to move the slimy stuff to the back of her mouth, desperately trying to control her gag. She managed to swallow, but it threatened to come right back up her throat. She swallowed hard again, pushing it back down.
The first bite over with, she returned to the mass of cum, which looked even bigger than a minute ago. This time, she let her lips touch the substance, barely keeping her shiver of revulsion under control. There was still too much of it to get any of the stew underneath, so she had to take a large mouthful of congealed seed. She forced it down, choking once.
Now she could get to the stew underneath, and it helped to disguise the texture of the remaining cum. It really was pretty good stew. She wondered how he’d known what humans could eat.
The bowl was empty. She’d been so hungry she’d stopped thinking after the first few difficult bites, but now she had a problem. She had a face full of cum and stew.
“Master?” she whispered.
“Yes?” he responded from behind her.
“May I wipe my face?”
He appeared in front of her, and she looked up, aware of the stew that dripped from her chin onto her chest.
“Not yet.” He took the bowl away.
Not yet? She’d eaten the damn cum like he wanted and had asked politely for help, and he wanted to continue to humiliate her?
He seemed to read her mind.
“This isn’t about what you want. It’s what I want, and I like seeing you helpless and struggling with your submission.”
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Mena
“Is this it?” she asked quietly, staring at the carpet.
“Is what it?”
“Is this my life from now on? Humiliation after humiliation until I break?”
“Your people are safe. That is the bargain that was struck. Do you wish to retract the bargain and risk their safety?”
“Are you saying my submission determines the fate of my people? Are you going to report my behavior to the asshole in charge of their resettlement?”
He smirked, and her fury rose
once more, even as her brain told her to shut up.
“Something like that.”
She let out a frustrated noise. “Don’t you have people who want to be slaves? Other Kaziri?”
“There’s more to it than that.” He disappeared into the bathroom, reemerging with a damp cloth, but he didn’t wipe her face. Reaching between her legs instead, he swept her folds with a finger and showed her the evidence of her body’s betrayal. “Besides, you like this.”
“No! How many times do I have to tell you!? Our bodies react differently than our minds!”
He placed the warm wet cloth on her cheek and carefully cleaned the cum and stew from her skin.
“Maybe you should listen to your body, then, instead of your mind.”
He picked up a firm cushion with a rounded top and placed it before her.
“Time to start some training. Over.”
She whimpered with fear as she draped herself across the black surface. Her hands were trapped close to her hips by the morphicwire, so her head hung by itself, not quite reaching the floor on the other side. She felt a touch on her butt and jerked.
“Please, sir, what are you going to do?”
“Well, right now, I’m placing a strap over you so you stop moving.”
The strap tightened across her back so firmly that she was pressed hard into the stiff padding. He came around and squatted in front of her again, holding an object she’d only seen in pictures before but was clearly recognizable. Apparently, the similar anatomy between humans and other humanoid species meant similar ’toys’.
Hanging in front of her face was an anal trainer—a stack of at least ten connected balls of increasing size, with a small neck between each ball. The smallest one looked intimidating, but the largest one looked horrifying.
He must have sensed her reaction.
“Don’t worry. I’m only this big.” He pointed to the ball that was thrid from the top. “My knot is the next one up. And the last one is for punishment.”
“Sir, please, my, um, pleasure hole isn’t made for pleasure in humans! It isn’t big enough for you!”
He didn’t reply as he stood and walked behind her. She struggled hard and got nowhere. A warm slipperiness dribbled onto her back and settled into her anus, followed by pressure. She gritted her teeth and tightened her muscles.
“Open up.”
“No!”
A whistling through the air was all the warning she got before the cane lashed across her welted skin. She screamed, and as her muscles unclenched for a brief moment, he pushed the first black ball past her sphincter. She tightened her muscles again, but now that the first one was in, she didn’t stand a chance of preventing the next, and the next. The stretching changed to burning. She cried and struggled against it, but a third and a fourth ‘pop’ happened anyway as she screamed, partly in pain, but partly in anger at the violation.
“Shitshitshit! Stop! It hurts, please God, it hurts!”
“Yes, it’s supposed to.” Something in his voice made her twist her head around to see him. He knelt by her side, a small smile on his face.
He was enjoying her pain.
There were no more balls pushed inside, and the burning eased after a minute. Though it never went away, she tried to focus on relaxing around the pain.
“The doctor assured me I would fit inside of you safely, even with my knot, though it will be extremely tight. It will probably be painful for you, but I don’t mind.”
But I don’t mind. He was doing it again. How many times had she read a sentence like that in her books and shivered at the idea of a man using her for his pleasure without regard for her comfort? Surely, it was only the memory of those books, always a prelude to a great masturbation session, that was stirring something inside of her, again.
Right?
The shock of a touch between her legs made her head fly up. He rubbed her clit in lazy circles, igniting sparks deep inside that somehow merged with the pain to become a bonfire. Her panting grew to little cries with each breath, her brain overwhelmed and not sure if she was enjoying it—or merely short-circuiting.
Each time she got closer to the edge, she’d be helpless to stop the change in her voice. He’d back away, and the climax would recede. Each time, she wailed in frustration but refused to beg for it. Her hands, pinned to her sides by the wires and the strap, clenched and unclenched as she rose and fell, over and over. The pain never went away, but it became the deep low notes in a symphony of beautiful agony.
Then the touch left, and that was even worse because the pain blossomed again. Her resolve broke.
“Please let me come! Please!”
Instead, she felt a tug.
“Push out.”
Thank God. She did as ordered, and the balls slipped out one by one until they were gone. She collapsed inside her bonds. Her small hole felt impossibly large and strangely empty. Her pussy ached, begging to be touched. She sobbed when she remembered with her hands bound to the belt, she couldn’t get them around the front of her far enough to do it herself. But maybe she could try from behind, later, when the lights were out, and she knew he was sleeping.
He released the strap, but she didn’t have the energy to rise off of the cushion yet.
“I have work to do. You may sit in the corner over there or in the closet.”
In the closet? Alone, and…
“The closet, sir.” She hoped she didn’t sound too eager.
“Very well. Up.”
She managed to get to her feet.
“Turn around.”
Confused, she turned toward the windows. To her dismay, she felt a flick on the wires, and her hands were abruptly pulled back and pinned to her waist. She let out a grunt of frustration before she could stop herself. Behind her, he laughed. She spun around to glare at him.
“Did you think I wouldn’t guess why you chose the closet?”
She didn’t answer but looked down, feeling her cheeks redden in embarrassment that she’d been that transparent.
“Now that you have the belt, you’ll have your hands pinned there every night you aren’t sleeping with me.”
“And if I sleep with you, you’ll let me have them free?” She threw the question out defiantly.
He laughed again. “Never. If you sleep with me, your hands will be pinned above your head.”
Trying unsuccessfully to erase the erotic image of being tied to his bed, she turned, stomped to the closet, and dropped to the floor on her butt, forgetting until that moment how sore it was. She tried to bite back a yelp, and the fact that she couldn’t made her even angrier.
He leaned against the doorway. “If you change your mind, you can come out here where I can see you.”
“I’m fine.”
“‘I’m fine,’ what?” The lighthearted tone was gone.
“I’m fine, Master.” The honorific did nothing to soften her words.
He disappeared, but the door stayed open. She struggled to find a comfortable position and finally ended up leaning on her right hip, her right shoulder in the corner. It wasn’t great, but it was private—sort of.
Being edged, caned, and touched everywhere was apparently exhausting. She fell asleep, her head falling awkwardly against the wall in front of her.
She woke with a start. How much time had passed? She had no point of reference. The door was still open, and she could hear his voice, low and muffled, and the voice of someone else. She hoped with all her heart he wasn’t talking to someone who was actually in the room. It sounded less like a personal call and more like a business-type conversation, though she had no idea how Kaziri talked to each other. For all she knew, they read each other’s minds.
Oh, no, don’t go there… things are bad enough now.
This is what she did know, though. He angered easily, and she didn’t know what topics would set him off.
He didn’t want to talk about his people, or her people, for that matter.
He didn’t like being contradic
ted. She almost snorted. That was universal among the few dominant human men she’d known. Walking giant egos, all of them.
He enjoyed her pain. Ugh, just thinking about that brought an ache between her legs, but also panic at the thought of so much pain, day after day after day…
But, for a few minutes after the spanking, the whipping, and the trainer, he seemed almost… relaxed, as though he’d exorcised his demons. Unfortunately, it didn’t last long.
Nobody had asked her if she wanted to help him vanquish that blackness. He was using her to feel better, and she was getting nothing in return. She’d been rocketing back and forth between anger and despair for two days.
She resolved to hold on to her anger, because contained in that anger was Mena, the strong, optimistic, and capable woman. The despair was someone else, someone she didn’t want to know.
He appeared in the doorway, startling her out of her reverie.
“It is late and time to eat.” He disappeared, and she struggled to her feet and emerged into the main room again. With a shock, she realized the sun had disappeared, and the outside was in full dark. The room itself was lit softly by a light source she couldn’t identify.
He pointed to the floor in front of him.
For a moment, she thought he meant to feed her while she knelt in front of him, but then he opened his trousers and pulled out his cock.
Again? But she knew better than to hesitate despite her misgivings.
Once at his feet, she dropped to her knees, and for the first time, she knelt directly on carpet. Small favor.
“Nice and wide, now. I’m going all the way in, and you’ll hold it for thirty-five beats.”
She was more than a little scared but held onto the promise he’d made about withdrawing enough that his knot wouldn’t expand inside her. He advanced slowly, getting to the back of her mouth where he’d been before, then continuing on down her throat. She’d been passably good at taking a normal human cock all the way down without gagging, but the cock invading her throat now was thicker and longer by far, and her fear didn’t help.
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