Bought By The Zandians

by Renee Rose

  When he comes back, I’m surprised to see that there are vials of unknown medicines and lotions, things not available from the inter-galac trade. Akron always got top of the line everything, that’s one thing I can say about him.

  “This is specialized?” I hold up a tube of clear gel.

  “Created by a human, actually.” He smiles. “On Zandia. It helps Zandian skin heal many times faster than it would naturally.”

  “A human slave? They get to do such work?” I take a sterile wipe and the water tube; dab his forehead. He doesn’t wince, but a muscle clenches in his jaw.

  “We told you, life on Zandia won’t be bad.” His voice is even as I cleanse.

  When I rub the salve onto the wound, I can see the thin, purple line start to recede, like water evaporating. “This is amazing.”

  He nods. “Thank you.” His voice is softer, as I clear up the debris.

  “It’s nothing. I’ve tended far worse.”

  “Are you a medic?”

  “No.” I toss the trash into the incinerator bin and close the kit. “Please, I don’t wish to talk about my past. Master.” I sneak a glance at him out of the corner of my eye.

  “All right, but eventually you’ll tell us everything,” he says, and I can’t tell if it’s a promise, a threat, or both.

  Chapter 6

  Gorde

  Our rescued Zandian is still unconscious in the pod, the glow of the healing crystal softly illuminating his lined face. His vitals are stable, and I assume he’ll wake by the time we arrive home.

  Thank veck we got out of that prison. That I was able to find Danica in time to escape. The thought of leaving her alone there makes me feel ill. The more I think about it, the angrier I get. How could she be so irresponsible and disobedient? Before, I was running high on adrenaline and relief. Now, I’m pissed. I’m practically fuming.

  Both Benn and I took some time to wash and dress in new clothing. It was a relief to clean off the fetid blood of the Ocretions, which had mixed with my own blood and sweat into a foul paste. But it was talking to Danica that made me feel most replenished.

  Danica. I look at Benn and clear my throat.

  He nods. “She can handle it now. It’s time.”

  The two of us approach and stand over her. I put my hands on my hips and Benn crosses his arms. She looks up, and her neutral expression turns to one of trepidation. Her hands still on the med kit she was organizing.

  “I—” she begins, eyes widening.

  “Are about to get your well-deserved punishment,” I finish. “Now that we’re in safe air space and our rescue is stable, we can dedicate the proper amount of time we need.”

  Her face goes to the resolute, absent expression she wore when we first saw her on the auction block, and everything in me screams to bring her back to the present, to us. I no longer care about punishing; I want to make her feel. Feel us. Know us. Make a connection. And yes, I’m still aching to flip up that gauzy skirt and turn her soft ass pink. But her punishment won’t be some impersonal beating, or some shock stick or confinement. I don’t know how she’s been punished in the past, but it will be different with us.

  It will be an intimate reckoning.

  I reach down with my hand and affix her with my gaze. “Come, Danica.”

  There. The intelligence returns to her eyes. I’m not forcing her up, I’m asking for her compliance with her punishment. She hesitates, then takes my hand, her small one warm and delicate in mine. I easily pull her to her feet and in a second I’m seated on the hoverdisk with her across my lap.

  Benn sits beside me. “Slide her over,” he suggests. “I’ll hold her down while you spank her. I’m sure she’ll try to get away before you even get properly started.”

  Danica makes a small sound of dismay, and stiffens.

  “Excellent idea.” I adjust her so that she lays across both of our laps. “I imagine we should start on her bare ass.”

  “Of course. Disobedient slaves don’t get the luxury of a warm-up through their clothing,” Benn agrees. “It’s a better lesson if it stings from the start.”

  “Please. I’m sorry, Masters.” Danica twists to look up at us. “You don’t need to.” I get the sense it’s what she’s learned to say when she’s in trouble.

  “So you’re sorry you almost got all three—four—of us, killed?” My anger rises up again.

  She nods and then sort of sinks down onto my thighs, her body limp, her head to the side. All I can see is that glorious pale hair, all soft and flowing, smelling fresh after her wash.

  I swallow. “So it would seem that we do need to, Danica. To remind you who’s in charge, and punish you for causing such trouble.” Without thinking, I grab a fistful of her hair and tug, forcing her to look at me.

  Her eyes are wide, and she seems uncertain, but not terrified. Good. I don’t want her petrified—just respectful. She licks her lips and immediately my cock reacts. The desire I feel courses through me, fierce, and I wind my fingers further in her gleaming locks. “Don’t you agree?” I continue, but now my voice is lower, and I know she can feel how hard I am under her body by the way she wiggles and gasps.

  I let go of her hair and stroke it once. Veck, how can it be so soft? Then I pull up her skirt and tug down her panties, reaching over to slide them down her calves and off her body. “Naked, as we discussed. And going forward, all of your punishments will be on the bare. And you’ll remember that. Next time we tell you that you’re getting a spanking, you’re going to remove your panties before getting over my lap, without being asked, or I’ll double the spanking. Is that clear?”

  “Yes, Master,” she whispers.

  “Yes, Master, what?” I persist, laying one hand on her soft skin.

  She flinches, then relaxes into my touch. I stroke along her buttocks, focusing on the place at the base of her thighs.

  “Yes, I’ll…if you say you’re going to spank, me, I’ll take off my panties immediately.”

  “No matter where we are,” I persist. “Or who else is around. All that matters is your obedience.”

  “Yes, Master,” she breathes.

  “Why will you take them off?” I bend down to talk closer to her ear. I can see the pulse beating in her neck.

  “Because…naughty slaves deserve to be spanked naked,” she says, and there’s a little catch in her voice. She relaxes her thighs, and I see a glimmer of moisture between them. Veck, she’s already aroused! Part of me wants to forget all about the punishment and bury myself in her tight pussy. But then I think about how narrowly we escaped, and I strengthen my resolve.

  I raise my hand and slap her left ass cheek. Once, again, again. She flinches and makes a small oh of surprise, and my cock hardens at the flush of red on her white skin. “Stop,” she begs.

  “Don’t ask me to stop,” I warn her. “Because we’re going to spank until we feel you’ve been sufficiently punished.”

  “If she asks us to stop again,” Benn suggests, “we might need to supplement the punishment with a strap or paddle.”

  “Mmm.” I rain a flurry of spanks on her ass. “Excellent idea. She needs to learn to take what she’s given, and accept that, as her masters, the two of us control her body. In pleasure and pain both.”

  Danica sucks in her breath. “That won’t be necessary, Masters.”

  “Then control yourself,” suggests Benn.

  I spank her other cheek, a little harder, and she wiggles on my lap.

  “Ow,” she whispers.

  “Oh, love, you’re going to dance on my lap before I’m done,” I promise, and start spanking faster, each slap leaving a ruddy mark on her soft skin.

  Before long, she’s shifting and making little whimpers, but I’m pleased that she doesn’t ask us to stop. I know she wants to; this must sting quite a bit, and her ass is turning the most gorgeous shade of deep pink. Almost red. Her resolve fascinates me.

  But what intrigues me even more is her growing arousal. I take a break to let her catch he
r breath, because she’s twisting and tugging and panting on my lap. Without meaning to, I slide my fingers between her thighs and she opens them wider for me. Veck, she’s wet. Our little human likes this! I groan, driving two fingers deep into her tight passage. Her warm, wet body nearly undoes me. All I can think about is tossing her onto the covers and starting with my tongue, tasting that honey before vecking her hard and fast. But she needs to learn her lesson first.

  “Your turn,” I snap to Benn. “I’ve warmed her up. Now you can start the official punishment.”

  Benn and I both know well that this was far more than a warm-up…but Danica won’t. And it might do her some good to worry—make her respect our authority.

  “Glad to take over,” Benn says smoothly, and we flip Danica so she faces the other way, her hips now across Benn’s lap. “She’s a delightful shade of red, Gorde. Nicely done.”

  I wind both of my hands into her hair. “Punish her well. Make her sorry she ran away and disobeyed.”

  She arches across our bodies, making a breathy sound.

  “Of course.” Benn slaps her hard, across both cheeks, and she moans, the sound one more of pleasure than pain.

  I slide her over and stand up abruptly. “I’ll watch.” I cross my arms, my cock straining against my trousers. Danica turns her head, lips parted, eyes wild. She glances at me and as our eyes meet, something sparks between us, fierce and bold.

  “I’ll make sure to provide a good show.” Benn spanks her again, deliberately, again. Again.

  “Please.” Her voice is hoarse with need. “Masters.”

  “Remember, you don’t get to ask us to stop.” Benn slaps her again, right on the sit spots. Hard.

  She yelps but presses her hips down into his lap, and moves her thighs restless. “I’m…I want…”

  “What do you want, little human?” He spanks again.

  “Please.” She whispers, shutting her eyes. Her hands are in fists. Her ass is a glorious red, hot and mottled with our marks, and the scent of her arousal is even stronger than before.

  Danica

  The spanking stings, but like the first time they punished me, it also turns me on. I hope they’re going to make love to me again, and soon, because my ass can’t take too much more.

  “Benn,” I plead, afraid to ask him to stop, because they sounded serious about doubling the punishment.

  “It’s supposed to hurt,” he says, his voice low. “And we’re not done. I think to really make sure you don’t forget this lesson for a few days, we need to give you a few strokes with the cane.”

  A frisson of fear travels along my spine and I stiffen. “The cane?”

  “Gorde?” Benn pauses to stroke my hot skin. “Bring it, please?”

  “My pleasure.” Gorde’s voice is hard. I hear him open a storage locker, and it’s less than a few moments before he returns.

  He stands so I can see him, and my eyes widen at the thin, whippy implement in his hands. It looks…serious. Long, about as thick as my pinky finger, and polished.

  I try to get up, but Benn holds me firmly across his lap. “No,” he admonishes.

  I definitely don’t want the cane. I shiver.

  “I’m sorry. I really am.” Panicked, I pull at Benn’s arms again. “You’re going to injure me if you use that.” My heart pounds and I panic.

  He gives a short laugh and squeezes my buttock. “I promise we will not. Oh, it will hurt. Leave you striped for a few days. But Dr. Daneth—the royal physician—has determined that a good hard caning causes no permanent damage to naughty humans. He even used it on his mate while she was carrying their young. So you can certainly entertain five hard strokes, Danica.”

  I still. “He did?” I suck in a breath. Then I relax.

  “How shall we position her?” Benn rubs his hand over my skin, in small circles. Although I’m sore, it’s arousing, and I push up into his hand, craving the touch.

  “Have her lean over the sleepdisk,” orders Gorde. “Legs nice and wide. If she reaches back or complains, that stroke won’t count.”

  “Good.” Benn sets me on my feet. “Did you hear him?”

  I bob my head but reach back instinctively.

  He grabs my hands. “Did I say you could rub it?”

  “You didn’t say I couldn’t.” I don’t know where that came from—but I think he likes it, because he growls a little, and his cock—if possible—gets even harder through his trousers.

  “You should assume that.” He pierces me with his gaze, but softens it with a smile. “Because obedience during a punishment is rewarded. Remember that.”

  I gulp, mesmerized by his dark eyes. “I will.”

  “Then do what Gorde told you, and lean over the bed. Nice, wide stance so we can see that pretty pussy while we punish you, too.”

  I suck in a breath. “I—”

  “You’re going to obey. If you delay, we’ll add strokes. Is that what you want?” He raises an eyebrow.

  “No.” I bend over the sleeping platform, feeling the fabric soft against my breast. My nipples are hard and the touch of the fabric is arousing. He taps the inside of my foot with his and I spread my legs, feeling the cool air brush my beaded skin. I wish it was his fingers. His tongue. I shift against the structure and moan.

  “You naughty little slave,” Benn says, humor in his voice. “Look at you, all wet from your spanking. This next part might not feel so good, though.” He clears his throat and his tone gets firm. “You’re going to stand still for the cane. No reaching back, no kicking, no moving out of position. You do that, you get another one, and we’ll keep redoing it until it counts. Gorde and I have all the time in the world to punish your pretty ass, so don’t worry about inconveniencing us.”

  My body surges with adrenaline. “Please.” I don’t know what I want.

  “You want to get started? By all means.” He steps over and takes the cane from Gorde. When he swishes it through the air, standing so I can see clearly, I gasp.

  “Hear that?” He does it again. “Sounds like a lot of power. Get ready.”

  I clench my buttocks.

  “No. Relax your muscles.” He touches my ass. “Nice and soft for me, Danica. Don’t make me wait too long.”

  I force myself to unclench.

  “Good. It’s a better punishment this way,” he explains, running his fingers over my cheeks. I expect him to start the punishment, but he keeps stroking me, over and over, until I relax into his hands. When he strays close to my cleft, I wiggle, trying to entice him closer. He’s almost where I want him, need him. I’m breathing harder now.

  “Benn…” I murmur.

  “Mmm?” He lowers his fingers.

  “Please touch me.”

  “I am touching you.” He’s smiling; I can hear it in his voice.

  “More.”

  “Oh, but, baby, you need your caning first,” he murmurs, stroking my inner thighs. “And consider yourself lucky”—he touches my sit spots, then the back of my thighs—“that we’re only giving you five, and all on your ass. Really naughty humans get a dozen on their ass and another dozen on their thighs, too.”

  I suck air. “Please.”

  “Make sure they’re good hard ones,” encourages Gorde. “I want her to feel this all week when she sits, as a reminder of what she did.”

  “Consider it done.”

  Benn touches my back, then runs his fingers up my spine, landing at my neck. He brushes my hair out of the way, his fingers soft, then clears his throat. “Gorde. Hold her down, please, for the first one? She’s unaccustomed to the bite and she may need—training—to learn to stay in place.”

  Gorde puts one strong hand on my neck, the other on my back. His hands are warm and I close my eyes at the touch. Even knowing they’re going to cane me, I’m aroused. I want them both. Now.

  I hear it before I feel it, the harsh hiss of air. Then I feel impact. And then… “Mother Earth!” I wail and twist, kicking up one heel, trying to get up. The bite is wicked
, pure fire across my ass.

  Gorde presses his palms to my body, not hurting, but securing me. Not allowing me to leave my position. “Stay still,” he admonishes.

  “Ouch, ow. It hurts.” Tears prick my eyelids and I try to reach back, but he grabs my hands.

  “Danica, did I say you could touch?”

  “No, Master, but ow. I need to.”

  “What you need to do”—he strokes my hair—“is to accept this. Benn, she’s ready. Go again.”

  “Of course.” I hear a smile in Benn’s voice, and then the fire blossoms once again, a new stripe just below the first.

  Good thing I’m lying over this sleeping platform, because the pain makes my knees go weak. “It’s too much!” I cry out, twisting my hips.

  “He didn’t even go too hard,” says Gorde. “Again.”

  The cane strikes once, a second time, and now I’m sniffling and whimpering, shifting my hips.

  “Last one,” Benn says, his voice surprisingly soft. “You’re doing well, Danica. Just one more. Before I give it to you, tell us why we had to cane you, please.”

  “I-I…” I suck in a breath.

  Gorde runs his hands over my ass, making me hiss out my breath. “Ow!”

  He slaps my ass once, not too hard, but it stings like crazy on top of the cane strokes. “Danica, we better hear contrition in your tone or I’ll take that cane and repeat the punishment.” His voice is hard enough that I believe him.

  “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to cause danger. I just reacted, all right? It was instinctive. I wanted to get to Jesel. I didn’t think about repercussions or how sensible my plan was…or wasn’t. It wasn’t a logical decision. It was…from the heart.” My voice gets low and the tears start to fall.

  “All right.” Benn steps back. “Last one will be harder than the rest. You’re going to thank both of us for the punishment. I don’t want to hear anything else but that, or else I will give an extra. Is that clear?”

  “Yes.” I stifle a sob.

  He steps back and the whoosh of the cane is louder than before, and when it hits, I cry out with the instant burn. It’s far worse than the others, and I realize how much he was holding back; how much power he has in his arm. But at the same time, need surges through my body, making me wetter than before. I press my thighs together.