Cass imagined the twins following through on their threat. Ordering her to bend over the console in the center of the room with her ass high in the air. Having both Rhynn and Rhom running their hands up the backs of her legs, sliding up the hem of her skirt. Baring her bottom in full view of the crew right there on the bridge and then taking turns, spanking her long and hard. Suddenly the idea went from embarrassing to scandalously appealing. She stifled a moan.
Pride wouldn’t allow her to let them guess her shameful secret. She lifted her chin and gave Rhynn a haughty stare. “There is no need to threaten me with more of your primitive control measures. I will accede to your wishes.”
Cass flounced out of the room, heart pounding. Back in her cell, she stripped the shapeless uniform off and picked up the gown. Her hands trembled, remembering the intense reaction both brothers had when they saw her in it. She’d felt the heat of their arousal across the room. Would it be as strong this time?
She stepped into the full-length skirt, crisscrossed the strips of fabric over her chest, and tied them at the back of her neck. There was no mirror in her cell, so she could only hope she’d covered her breasts adequately. She fussed with the straps, spreading the fabric out as wide as possible, then looked down at herself.
Good grief! Her nipples were poking out already, hard as gani berries. It happened every time she got near the twins. It hadn’t been noticeable in the loose gray crew shirt, but the sheer layer of fabric covering her breasts now seemed designed to call attention to them.
She tried gathering the fabric together, but that was even worse. Both breasts were almost completely exposed, with only a cluster of folds running up the center of each one. If she made any quick moves, her nipples would pop out.
Cass went back to the full coverage, flimsy though it might be. Then she slipped on the bronze sandals and took a few steps. The skirt of the gown skimmed the curves of her hips and fell to her ankles in a shimmering turquoise column. Standing still, the deep slit all along one side was invisible. But with every step she took it parted, giving onlookers a glimpse of her bare leg from her ankle to the top of her thigh.
She found herself grateful for the ridiculously high heels on the sandals. In them, she could only take tiny steps. If she’d been wearing sensible flat-heeled boots like the ones from her uniform, she’d have flashed her pussy with every stride she took.
The very thought would have made the old Cass nervous. But it gave the self-assured woman in the stunning gown a deliciously naughty thrill. She straightened her shoulders, lifted her chin and headed back, a tiny smile playing at the corners of her mouth.
Rhom
It hit him like a wave the moment she walked onto the bridge. Her compelling scent. The musky aroma of pussy, underlain with her special blend of pheromones, like some exotic fragrance. It reminded him of night-blooming dragonflower or a rare spicy-sweet fruit. Fruit that made his cock hunger for a taste.
He’d tried. Sacred Ones, he’d done his best to stay away from her. But though he hated to admit it, they needed her. Needed her knowledge, her skills. And not only to monitor random transmissions here on the bridge.
Over these past weeks, she’d proven herself to be a competent addition to his crew. She’d done a better job than he or Rhynn ever could have getting valuable information from the young Euxcelian boy. The Chancellor sent a message expressing his gratitude to Cass after they left the planet. Traumatized, the lad had shut himself away from the world. Now he was coming out of his shell. She’d enlisted his help and in doing so found a way to empower him. Turned him from helpless victim to survivor.
She had a sharp mind and an even sharper tongue. He’d had to punish her several times for insubordination. Each one ended up being more of a punishment to him. Gods knew, he tried to resist temptation. But some nights, the need was too great. He’d end up sneaking out of bed and into her room afterwards. Grabbing her and forcing her to her knees. Making her suck him until he achieved his release.
Afterwards he felt guilty. Guilty for being drawn to another, even though Zara would never have blamed him. Sometimes he even heard her voice in his head. It’s time to let me go, my love. You’re alive. Thank the Gods for that blessing and take the joys They offer you.
But now the shame he felt was worse than the guilt. The more he got to know Cass, the more he came to respect her. He watched the way she interacted with his crew. She’d already earned their trust. It was becoming harder and harder to hang onto the belief that she’d willingly helped the pirates.
He’d used collusion with them as his excuse. Told himself she deserved to be punished. Justified the way he used her, selfishly taking his pleasure and leaving her unfulfilled night after night. The thought that he might have been wrong about her was too painful to contemplate. So he took the coward’s way out and did his best not to think about it.
Seeing her in that gown again, he knew he was lost. This was all Rhynn’s fault. His brother should have known better. Should have overridden his stupid command for her to go and change. Instead, the offspring of a jambora told her what to put on. Brought up punishing her. Planted forbidden images in his head.
Now all he could think about was taking control. Finding some excuse to make her bend over the command console. Pulling the shimmering skirt aside and baring her firm, round ass. Watching it quiver and turn bright red as he spanked. Breathing in the scent of her growing arousal as his manhood grew stiff.
He turned away angrily. Busied himself poring over logs he’d already reviewed. Made do with watching her reflection in the glass wall in front of him as she crossed the room.
She lifted one leg to hoist herself onto the seat, built for larger, taller bodies and the slit in her skirt fell open. She slid into place, then looked down. Shifted in her chair, fussing with the skirt to pull the edges back together.
That fleeting glimpse of upper thigh and the dark patch above it was more erotic than if she’d stripped naked. He reached down, under cover of the console, and adjusted his tight pants, trying to ease the pressure on his swollen shaft. His only consolation was knowing if he was suffering, Rhynn suffered too.
Cass
She bit back a curse, hoping neither twin had noticed. Held her breath, scanning a range of frequencies. But the faint sound was gone.
She was at fault. She’d been daydreaming, idly tuning in to random points in the dark expanse of the cosmos. Thinking about the brothers instead of concentrating on her work. She’d already moved on by the time it registered in her brain.
It was probably just more of what Rhom called music of the Universe, she told herself. Meaningless snippets of sound coming together by chance. But hewas already heading her way.
“Report,” he ordered in a crisp voice.
She looked up at him innocently.
“Report, Sir? On what?”
“You picked up something. Just now.” He held her eyes in a piercing gaze. “I want to hear your analysis.”
Cass took a breath, stalling for time. What could she say? “I have nothing to report, Sir.”
His eyes narrowed. “Do not try my patience. I saw the look on your face. What did you hear?”
She lowered her head. “I don’t know, Sir. Most likely it was nothing. Audio trash, as you called it. Waves of sound that originated millions of light years away, reduced to fragments drifting through space.”
He gestured to her headset. “Hand it over. I want to hear it.”
“That’s impossible.”
He cocked his head at her. “Impossible? Why is that, Commander?”
“I was doing a random scan and I… I moved on before recording the location it came from. I was careless, Sir.”
He was shaking his head in disbelief. “You moved on before recording the location.” Rhom’s voice chilled. “You were given a single duty on the Gemini, Commander. Log and record all transmissions you pick up, so they can be analyzed in depth. Your ship was seized by pirates because you disregarded a standing
order of your Federation and made contact with a vessel of unknown origin. Now we may have lost the chance to find those pirates and rescue the hostages because you didn’t follow another order.”
“If you were a member of my crew,” he went on, “I’d strip you of your rank and have you doing tasks that are beneath even an android for the duration of this mission. Unfortunately, I have need of your abilities here on the bridge – as well as your full concentration. Perhaps a stern dose of discipline will remind you to keep your mind on your work.”
He took a step back. “Stand up.”
Her eyes widened. She’d been swept up in the fantasy of being bared and then spanked by the twins here on the bridge, but that’s all it was. A fantasy. Just another of the wicked images that popped into her head whenever she fell under the spell of their gyron.
She slid off the seat and stood before him, her legs shaking. Though she knew better than to argue by now, she tried an appeal. “Sir, I apologize for my…”
“Silence!” he snapped. “Turn around and bend over your seat.”
The entire crew had fallen silent. Cass tried to lessen her embarrassment with the thought that, bent over, at least she wouldn’t have to face any of them. Determined to take her punishment with as much dignity as she could muster, she leaned forward, clutching the other edge of the seat with both hands to keep from losing her balance in the high heels.
She caught a glimpse of Rhynn across the room before squeezing her eyes shut. His jaw was clenched and she could almost see the pheromones of arousal pouring off him.
Every thought flew out of her head when Rhom’s hand reached through the slit in her skirt and ran up the back of her thigh. His touch sent her pulse racing. When he swept the fabric to one side and bared her to the waist, his hand dipped between her thighs for a fraction of a second. She would have thought she imagined it were it not for the surge of heat where his fingertips grazed the lips of her pussy.
When his hard palm connected with her backside, it almost came as a relief. Now she could concentrate on the burning sting of the spanking and block out her frantic need for more intimate contact.
But this time it was no use. Though he spanked her long and hard, each lick of fire on her bottom stoked the inferno blazing inside her. All she could think about was taking his long, thick cock in her mouth after it was over, running her tongue over the pheromone-laden head until he couldn’t resist any longer and rammed it deep inside her.
When he finally stopped spanking her, she lay over the seat, trembling. Bottom aching, pussy spasming, desperate to have him take her from behind right then and there. Instead, she heard his voice as he strode away.
“You are dismissed. You will be confined to your quarters until it is time to report for duty in the morning. In the future, your attention had better be entirely focused on your assigned task – or you’ll be disciplined even more severely.”
Afterwards it was Rhynn who came to her in the dark. Rhynn first, then Rhom.
It was nearly dawn when they returned. Together, for the first time, to ask the question.
Present day
Cass
The twins stood at her door, waiting for a response. Shocked at seeing both of them there, she didn’t answer at first.
“We know you can understand us.” Rhynn’s voice brought her back. “Why did you pretend you couldn’t speak Tharan when we found you?”
Cass shook her head. “I wasn’t pretending. I didn’t speak it when you found me, or understand a word of it either. Your language is not in our Federation’s database. The Tellex chip in my head requires hours, sometimes days, of exposure to an unfamiliar language to function properly.”
She replied in Tharan. The twins glanced at each other, communicating without words as she’d seen them do so often.
“So you’ve been listening to all our conversations, spying on us ever since?” Rhom glared at her.
“Spying, Rhom? Spying?” Cass shot to her feet. The chain they’d wrapped around her ankle when she first arrived lay in a heap on the floor, still attached to one leg of the bed. She grabbed the end of it. Shook it at him. “You and your brother keep me locked in this storeroom, naked, except for the times you have one of your androids haul me to the bridge. Then I spend hours sitting in front of you, analyzing data you give me and monitoring transmissions from other vessels you’ve made available so I can try to identify the Luna. If I make the slightest mistake, one of you punishes me. I’ve done everything you ordered me to every step of the way. Tell me exactly how I’ve spied on you?”
Without giving him a chance to respond, she went on, her voice cold. “Or are you referring to the times you sneak in here in the middle of the night? The things you mutter under your breath when you’re getting your dick sucked? Talk about pretending! You’ve both been pretending it never happens since the day we set foot on this ship. Treating me like I’m nothing more than another android.”
“You’re right.”
Rhynn’s quiet words stopped her tirade in mid-stream.
He exchanged a long look with his brother, nodded once, and came into the room. Stood in front of her.
“You have done everything we asked of you. No, demanded of you. And we’ve treated you shamefully. Kept you a prisoner. Refused to listen to you. We’ve punished you unfairly when all the while you spoke the truth.”
He paused for a moment, as though summoning the strength to finish. “Worst of all, my brother and I took out our anger and pain on you. Used you to satisfy our own desperate needs, with no regard to your feelings. We’ve denied your right as a sentient being to be treated with dignity.”
She stared at him in shock as he bowed his head. “We beg your forgiveness. If you will allow it, we humbly ask that you give us the opportunity to make amends.”
“What about you?” She turned to Rhom, eying him suspiciously. “Do you agree with what your brother is saying? Or is this some kind of trick?”
With two strides, Rhom took his place beside his twin. He got down on one knee, like a knight of old paying homage to his queen. Their height difference put him at eye level with her.
“As warriors of Tharon, my brother and I bear the burden of seeking justice for those who were butchered so cruelly by the pirates. Blinded by grief over our own loss, we failed to observe our world’s prime directive when we took on the task. Our race prides itself on treating other beings with fairness and decency, whether they be Tharan or alien.”
He reached for her hand, bent his head to rest his forehead on it.
“We have wronged you. We…” He stopped. “I beg your forgiveness.”
Cass tried to ignore the sizzle where his forehead came in contact with her hand. Her fingertips picked up the pulse beating in his palm and she gasped as the familiar pheromone rush traveled up her arm and rocketed through her whole body.
He sensed it the moment it happened and his body responded instinctively, releasing a fresh cloud of the potent hormones. Rhynn felt it too. His scent, dimmed when he came into the room, swept over her like a wave in the ocean.
She struggled to keep her head. “Why the sudden change? Two hours ago, you both treated me like an enemy. An enemy you wanted to have sex with, but still an enemy.”
Rhynn lifted his head. She’d seen lust in his cobalt blue eyes before. He could crave her body and still be cold. This time his eyes held something else. A sensuous heat.
“It was the Bond,” he said softly. “You Bonded with me tonight. You did it when you surrendered yourself and submitted to me. You opened your soul, just for a moment, and allowed me in. Allowed me to know you.”
His voice was warm and seductive, gliding over her. “You’ve heard all male creatures on our planet are born twins, sharing the same essence. What one feels, the other feels. When you touched my heart, you touched Rhom’s as well. Tonight you told him you were an innocent victim of the pirates, just as our Zara was. You’ve said all along but I didn’t want to hear it. At first, I was
blinded by anger and pain. Later, as I began to really see you, I couldn’t let myself believe it. It would mean we’d wronged you horribly. After we Bonded tonight, when I heard you say those words to Rhom, I knew in my heart you spoke the truth.”
Having them both so close, so open to her, intensified her insanely intense need for them. After all they’d done, she had to be crazy to want these arrogant brutes. Cass channeled the fever growing inside her into fury.
“So now what? You think you can come in here, admit you’ve been stubborn and cruel, and then undo everything you’ve done by telling me you’re sorry? I’m supposed to say ‘Sure, I forgive you’ and suck your dicks willingly from now on?”
Rhom flinched at her scorn, then raised his head to look into her eyes.
“You have every right to hate us for what we did.” Rhom shook his head. “We used you selfishly. Zara would be ashamed of us. My brother and I …” He locked eyes with Rhynn again before going on. “Although we know it is no excuse for what we did, we feel an intense attraction to you. We’ve both tried to deny it but your scent drives us mad with desire. We can’t help getting aroused when we’re near you. If you will allow us, we seek to make amends by giving you pleasure.”
“Give me pleasure?”
“Yes.” This time it was Rhynn who answered. “We both demanded you service us with no thought to your needs. We seek to right the wrong we have done by seeing to your gratification together if you will permit us. All you need do is enjoy.”
Her mouth dropped open. She took a step back, bumped into the bed behind her.
“You mean both of you? At the same time?”
“It is the Tharan way. What we have done with you in this room goes against our nature. Because we share one essence, feel what the other is feeling, in the past my brother and I have always acted as one in pleasuring our mate. Now, with the Bond, we will share your excitement as intensely as if it were our own.”
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