by Bethany Aan
She’d never known that it could be this way. She’d heard whispers among the house maids, heard about one man and one woman. She’d known the basics. But she’d never known that two men could worship her the way these men did. Feeling suddenly powerful, feeling like a goddess, she let out a laugh and stretched languidly as Hamm ground himself to the hilt inside her. Drake chuckled from beside them, watching indulgently as Hamm set up a strong, forceful rhythm.
Christine raised her arms over her head, drawing her heavy breasts up a bit. Drake’s eyes locked on the plump offerings, and he knelt beside her on the bed, taking a delicate nipple between his lips. This time, though, he was far from gentle. She cried out as he bit down, as Hamm rammed into her. The first mate hooked his arms beneath her knees and raised her legs until her bottom was hovering over the edge of the bed, helpless. She was spread as wide as she could go, stretched open for him. His fingers reached down to rub against the little nub she now adored, wringing even more sensation from her.
She was sobbing now, thrashing helplessly as the men savored every shudder and cry. Hamm’s thrusting sped up, became harder, rocking her entire body back and forth. Drake sat back and watched, fondling himself back to erectness as Hamm gave a mighty roar and slammed deeply into her, grinding against her clit as Drake had done. With a scream of surprise, Christine came apart again. This time it was more powerful, the throbbing almost painful, almost too much for her to handle. She writhed against him, her arms searching for something to hold onto as white light exploded in her mind and she flew out of her body.
Before she could even begin to recover, while her body was still convulsing, Hamm stepped away and Drake took over once more. There was no gentle entry this time, no preliminaries. He simply took her. She sobbed, shaking her head back and forth and begging him to stop.
“It’s too much!” she gasped. He chuckled.
“Never too much, love,” he murmured against her ear. “You’ll learn. This is only the beginning.”
She wept as her body continued to buck and throb, as she felt every ounce of sensation begin wrung from her, as the men brought her to yet another incredible climax. Then another. She was limp as a noodle, her thighs trembling and weak, when Drake finally gave himself up to the dark pleasure of her and roared his satisfaction, driving her to a height she had yet to reach and beyond.
Her body clenched around him, her inner muscles grasping him rhythmically, harshly, as the orgasm bowed her back off the bed and sent her arms flying outward. Her mouth opened on a silent, breathless scream and her breasts jiggled in time with the convulsions rocking her. Finally, something snapped in her and she was able to relax a little bit. Spent, Drake collapsed on top of her, his big sweaty body heavy and shuddering.
Chapter Four Long into the night, Christine shivered and shook with reaction, cried a bit for her lost innocence, and cried a bit more at how unabashedly she’d given it.
What in the stars had come over her? She was a maiden, untouched except for Drake’s kisses that afternoon. What had made her become a shameless wanton like that? Was her ‘father’ right? Was she as much of a whore as he claimed her mother had been?
Sneaking her hand down to her aching lower lips, she winced at the lightest touch. They hadn’t let up until she was a sobbing, massive heap of limp flesh, unable to move on her own, speak coherently, or even protest when the pleasure became sharp, bordering on pain. But shortly after the pain had begun, they had abruptly stopped, apologies spilling from them.
Drake had even stood over her for a long while, watching her with concern in his eyes, running a hand through that golden hair as though he wanted to do something for her, but didn’t know what. Finally, he’d gone to the pool and dampened a cloth with coldwater. She’d weakly protested when he pressed the cloth to her burning flesh, but the soothing coolness soon calmed her, and she was too tired and drained to do more than let him tenderly bathe her. He even stuffed her into a thin, short nightgown before tucking her into bed, turning the lights to a dim setting, then leaving her in peace. She’d dropped into an exhausted, sated slumber.
Now, she lay awake, unable to sleep anymore. She had no idea how much time had passed, but she ached in places she had never thought to ache. The pain was a dull pain now, and while it would be a chore to walk, and sitting might be a bit awkward, heat rushed through her at the thought of what had caused it. It had been amazing!
When would they come again? Her heart sped up at the question. They were Trainers. Did that mean that every time they saw her, they’d leap on her and do things to her? What more would she be expected to do? My, but those men had made her feel things she’d never expected. She fell asleep as Drake had predicted, with a smile of satisfaction on her face.
Hours later, she woke feeling like a new woman. Rested and having had her first taste of passion, she thought the world looked a lot different... brighter, cleaner. Her future looked much less dark than it had less than a day ago, as well. But her body ached in some very strange places.
Gingerly rising from the bed, she set about bathing in the pool, then quickly donned a caftan they’d left for her. It tied in various places about the torso, giving a fitted appearance, then swept to mid-thigh. She caught a glimpse of herself in a mirror partially hidden behind exotic plants in the corner, and sucked in a breath at the picture she now made. She looked lovely!
There was no underwear, but she was grateful for that omission, truth be told. She wanted nothing at all that would chafe. Not for a week or three.
Padding barefoot to the door, she bit her lip as she wondered whether they’d locked her in again, if there was any way to call them, to ask them what she should do next. Instead, the door slid open with a tiny hiss, and she stepped out into the corridor.
Bright lights ran along the top of the hall, hidden within soffits. It gave a bright but gentle glow without any glare. The carpeted floor was warm and vibrated very gently. She wondered if that was from the engines of the ship, or some other ship function? Slowly, she made her way forward, wondering where she was going. She came to a crossway, and was hit with the smell of something delightful. Following her nose, she soon came upon the galley.
She halted in the doorway, watching for a moment. Drake and Hamm’s backs were to her. Drake sat at a counter, drinking something from a mug, while Hamm stood over a food prep station, chopping what she assumed were vegetables.
Much to her surprise, they were talking about buying another cargo ship, the rising tariffs on Sandor 5, the escalating political fights on Torchel 8, and a repair that needed to be made on the hyperdrive system next time they were close to an adequately staffed and equipped space port.
She stood there for a long while, just listening. To hear them talk, you wouldn’t think of them as either pirates or Trainers. They spoke with the education and awareness of the nobles that constantly surrounded the Baron back home. She thought that if they were dressed in formal clothesand dropped into any dinner party in the quadrant, they’d blend in just fine.
Well, not really blend in. Each man was an incredible specimen. Drake so tall and muscular and golden, and Hamm... shorter but still tall to her, stockier, but just as hard and muscular, just as compellingly handsome in a chiseled, rougher way. Drake was all tenderness and concern, but Hamm was a force of nature. Both men had done different things to her through the night, but each had shown her a world she’d never even imagined. She had a feeling that the past night was only the beginning, and that they would show her so very much more, before her training was done.
She sighed, unable to help herself at the wondering thought. Both men whirled around at the tiny sound, gazing at her.
Drake’s eyes quickly went over her, searching for any visible damage. She looked a bit tired, and she moved slowly, as though every muscle ached, to sit beside him at the counter. Hamm grinned wickedly at her, wiggling his eyebrows in such a leeringly suggestive way that she couldn’t help bursting into a fit of giggles. The sound absolutely char
med Drake, though she clamped a hand to her mouth to cover the girlish noise. He grinned at her. Hamm chuckled.
“Something smells wonderful,” she said after meeting both their gazes then looking away with red flagging both cheeks. Drake winked at Hamm. They’d have to ease her into this. She was obviously shy. Game, passionate, and amazingly responsive. But shy.
“Tanguarian stew,” Hamm said with a happy sigh. “Just like Mom used to make.”
“Used to?” Christine’s soft voice was already full of sympathy. Hamm chuckled.
“Yes, used to. Since Dad got into spice transport, she was able to hire a cook. Hasn’t picked up a ladle since. Want to try some?” He turned with a small spoonful of the stuff, blowing on it gently to cool it. Too rude to question or say no, she opened her mouth obediently. Her eyes widened in delight.
“Oh, this is good!” she said with a bit more surprise than Hamm found comfortable. He put his hands on his hips and glared at her.
“Why so shocked? Men can’t cook?”
“Not in my experience,” she said flippantly. “No one in our settlement allowed men to cook. That’s women’s work.”
Drake snorted.
“And if you don’t have women around, the men are to starve? Such an antiquated view.” He looked at her closely for a minute. “I think you’ll find that the attitudes on your old home world have little to do with the rest of the galaxy. Some planets are downright heathen to your way of being brought up. Some are hopelessly backwards. But they’re all interesting and delightful in their own ways. You’ll see soon enough.”
She stared at him.
“You... you’re going to show me these places?” she asked breathlessly. He nodded, then let out an inelegant oof when she threw herself into his arms and kissed his face several times. Finally, she sat back, a smilebeaming from her very soul. “I’ve always wanted to see more than just Sandarra. But Father... well, the Baron... he said that I was a dreamer, and that the galaxy was far too much for me to handle.”
“Your ‘father’, as I believe we’ve established, is a moron.” Hamm bit out from the prep center. Christine beamed at him. He blinked at the innocent gesture, touched.
“Yes, he is. I’m so very glad to be away from him.” Her smile died and she looked down at her lap, fiddling with the edge of one of the laces closing the neckline of her caftan. “As to the reason I’m here...”
Her voice trailed off, and Drake knew that if her long, wavy, silky hair was not hiding her face, she would be seven shades of red, each darker than the next. He moved to cover one of her hands with his big one, in her lap.
“Christine, we will speak of that. There’s much you should know.”
“But not right now,” Hamm said, swinging around with three bowls of stew. He plunked them down in front of each of the others, then whipped some spoons out of a drawer, brandishing them for the others. “Now, we eat. There are three weeks before our next stop. There’s plenty of time for the particulars.”
“But I’d really like to know,” Christine said quietly. She raised her head and stiffened her shoulders. “I have found that the more I know, the more I am able to accept and adapt to various situations. It is the unknown that scares me, not the known.”
Drake looked at her for a long moment, chewing a mouthful of stew. Swallowing, he nodded. Stars, but she was strong for such a little slip of a woman. Sheltered she might have been, but she was willing to do what she had to do. She was a survivor, like him.
“You’re right,” he said. Her eyes widened in surprise as she ate. “You deserve to know what will be expected of you, and what you may expect from us. Perhaps that way, you won’t be frightened of anything that we request, do, or say.”
She nodded solemnly.
“So, the first order of business has been taken care of. You’ve been thoroughly deflowered, and you loved every moment of it.”
“You scared me at first,” she admitted shyly. Her face went up in flames again. Drake wondered if that was to become her new permanent skin color. “But it was... nice.”
Hamm chuckled and continued eating.
“Yes, I imagine so,” Drake drawled, grinning a bit wolfishly. “But you handled the situation, and us, splendidly. You are not afraid of your passion. Are you ashamed of it?”
She sat quietly pensive for a moment, then shook her head. “I suppose I should be, but I’m not. It was... wonderful. I’ve never felt like that before.”
Her innocent words fueled his attraction, bringing to life that which he’d thought would sleep another day or so. He stifled a groan of frustration. The poor girl was battered, though they’d been gentle. It would be days before they could partake of her charms again. Well, there were other ways, but she was too vulnerable... or maybe not. She’d handled her deflowering by two strange men rather well. What else could she handle, if given the chance? He decided to test the waters.
“Normally, we take these things slowly,” he said. “But you’ve so far proven an apt student. Do you need more time, or would you like to begin your training right away?”
She cocked her head to the side, studying first him, then Hamm. Hamm’s eyebrows were nearly into his hair, as he waited to see what Drake was up to. Christine chewed on her lower lip for a bit, then sighed.
“I think that the sooner I know what’s expected, the easier I’ll be.”
Drake’s smile of triumph was quickly tempered, so he wouldn’t scare her.
“Then perhaps you should learn commands first.”
“You will pretend that we are your new employers.”
“You are,” she protested. He grinned at her.
“No, no. We’re merely the Trainers. The ultimate goal is for you to start your own business. But most men in positions of great power and wealth like to be obeyed.”
“I’ll be a slave, then?” she asked softly. Drake shook his head.
“You’ll only be as confined as you allow yourself to be. We are very selective about where our women go once they’ve been Trained. We do not allow them to be abused, misused, or exploited. You are all very precious to us. So we teach you to take care of yourself, to the best of our abilities. And our tutelage does not stop with the sale. If ever you need us for anything, or require assistance, you will have a chip that will allow you to contact us.”
“I will?” she asked, surprised. “What do you mean?”
“It’s a chip in your jaw that is undetectable by most imagers. If it is found, the identification is that of a standard tracking device. However, we will show you how to activate it when you need to, in order to get our help. But it must be used only in dire emergencies.”
“I understand.”
“Good. So. For the first command...” he watched her for a moment, then smiled a very wicked smile. “I would like very much for you to strip. You may finish your meal while naked.”
She about choked on her stew. She stared at him, blinking owlishly for a moment.
“You can’t be serious,” she protested weakly. He arched an eyebrow. Behind the counter, Hamm straightened, then came around to stand in front of her. She stared at him, watching in disbelief as he reached out and very calmly tweaked a nipple. Hard enough to make her yelp, but not to truly hurt. She massaged the offended nipple, glaring at him.
“I’ve told you about not listening to the Captain,” he drawled, crossing his arms in front of him.
Warily, she stood up. Very slowly, watching both of them as though they were about to pounce on her, she drew the laces through the eyelets running up either side of the opening to the caftan. It laced from her pelvic bone to her breastbone. Once loosened, she stood trembling for a moment before sliding the silky material from her shoulders. It caught a bit around her chest, so that she was standing there holding it up to her, with the gap exposing a smoothly rounded belly, creamy flesh, and the tight, soft curls at the juncture of her thighs. Hamm made a sound low in his throat as his gaze locked on that little patch of fur. Drake chuckled and sho
ok his head.
“She’s too tender.” he said simply. Hamm growled.
“There are other ways,” Hamm pointed out. Christine shivered at that. Both men looked back at her, Drake rolling a hand around on his wrist to hurry her up in the stripping process. Closing her eyes, ashamed just a bit of how tight her nipples had gone, how titillating this was, she dropped the caftan to the floor and stood before them, stark naked. No dim lights like in the cabin last night. This was full simulated daylight, with nothing to hide behind.
Drake stared, swallowed, and stared some more. Hamm groaned and turned away. Drake’s sigh about ruffled her hair. Before she could do more than yelp, he’d dragged her into his arms and hiked her up onto the counter. Very carefully, holding her gaze the entire time, he pried her trembling legs apart and looked at her. Hamm’s nostrils flared and he turned back around, to be greeted with the beautiful sight. But even he sucked in a breath when he saw how swollen and red she was.
Christine thought about trying to hide herself, but then firmly forced her hands to the counter beside her to hold her steady. These were, in effect, her masters. And one thing her mother had told her, many years ago, was to pick her battles. She would not protest until they hurt her. She would be amenable and learn what she could. There was no sense fighting them on this, when there might be things down the road that she would most vehemently protest. For now, she shivered in her skin, the cool countertop beneath her heated bottom, as Drake pulled her forward just a bit.
She was so open and vulnerable this way, her slit exposed to the cool air of the galley, both men staring at her as though they’d never seen such a thing.
Finally, Hamm shook himself.
“You’re right. She’s too tender.”
“Although...” Drake’s gaze darted around the galley, lighting on the freezer. A devilish gleam entered his eyes, and he softly said, “Hamm? Would you be so kind as to bring me some ice?”
