Chained

by Evangeline Anderson

  Kor traced them gently, brushing his fingertip along her slit just as he had before. Only this time, with her legs spread, he was able to trace lower, sliding gently down almost to the entrance of her pussy.

  “Kor…” she whispered breathlessly.

  “Shhh.” He stroked her thigh soothingly. “Spread a little wider for me, blondie. Let me in.”

  “Wh-why?” Maggie stammered. “I mean…what are you going to do?”

  “Just spread your pussy open and touch you,” he murmured. “But don’t worry, I won’t go under your panties, I swear.”

  Maggie didn’t know what else to do. Biting her lip, she opened for him, allowing him to split her thighs wide. The action opened her pussy and she blushed when she saw the little pink pearl of her clit showing between her wet, puffy lips.

  Kor groaned softly. “So fucking beautiful,” he muttered but apparently she still wasn’t spread wide enough for him.

  Very gently, he pressed his thumbs to either side of her pussy and opened her lips even further, stretching the white lace panties to the limit. Maggie felt a rush of shameful pleasure as her inner cunt was revealed, her pink folds spread wide for a man she’d never even met outside her dreams before today. God, had it really been only this morning she was rescuing him from his chains? How had they gotten to this point? Maggie didn’t know but it was clear there was no going back now.

  “Such a pretty little clit,” Kor murmured, stroking it gently with his finger, tracing it through the lace. He looked up at Maggie. “How do you like to be touched, blondie?”

  “How…what…?” Maggie wasn’t exactly sure what he was asking.

  “How do you make yourself come? Like this?” He stroked gently along one side of her clit, making Maggie jump and gasp as a sudden bolt of pleasure shot through her.

  Kor gave her a half-lidded smile. “That’s it, then? Just like that?” He stroked her again through the damp lace and then began a slow, steady rhythm—up, down, and around—that seemed designed to drive her wild.

  Maggie moaned. God, she couldn’t believe she was doing this. Couldn’t believe she was lying there with her legs spread in a public place and letting a huge alien male stroke her open pussy.

  I still have my panties on, she reminded herself desperately. But it seemed to matter less and less as her pleasure grew.

  “That’s right, sweetheart,” Kor murmured to her, leaning in to steal a kiss. “Do you like it when I pet your sweet pussy? Like it when I spread open your hot little cunt and stroke your clit?”

  Maggie felt her breath catch in her throat. God, she loved dirty talk. Loved what she had read of it in the few trashy romance novels she indulged in from time to time, anyway. Donald was certainly no good at it. The one time he had tried, at her behest, he’d come up with such gems as, “Is this adequate? Do you feel aroused?” and “Is the way I’m touching you making you desire coitus?” Maggie had never asked him to talk dirty to her again—some men just didn’t have the knack.

  Kor appeared to have it, however—in spades. He continued to murmur to her in that low, growling voice as he petted and stroked her open pussy, his finger circling around and around her throbbing clit as he spoke.

  “You know what I’d like to do to you right now?” he asked, holding her eyes with his.

  “Wh-what?” Maggie could barely get the word out. Her heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was shaking her entire body.

  “First I’d like to slip these little panties down around your ankles. Get your little pussy completely bare for me. Don’t worry—” he went on. “I won’t—but Gods, I sure as fucking hell want to.”

  “G-go on,” Maggie breathed. The gentle caress he was giving her clit combined with his hot words was really getting to her. “Then what?”

  “Then I’d kiss you again—get on my knees before you, just like I did at the door. Only this time I’d spread open your soft little pussy lips and kiss inside. Right here.” He took the swollen little nub of her clit between his thumb and finger and pinched very, very gently. Sparks of hot pleasure shot through her, making Maggie moan. “You like that, sweetheart?” Kor growled. “You like the idea of me licking you out? Tasting your hot little cunt?”

  Wordlessly, Maggie nodded. There was no denying her body’s reaction to him. Every moment he touched her she could feel her pleasure building.

  “That’s good,” Kor murmured. He went back to stroking her clit, one finger drifting lazily around and around the sensitive bundle of nerves. “I’d kiss you,” he went on. “Bury my face between your legs and kiss your sweet pussy. Suck this hot little clit into my mouth and tease you with my tongue.”

  “You would?” she whispered.

  Kor nodded. “Uh-huh.”

  “Th-then what?” She was hanging on his every word—she couldn’t help it. Maggie didn’t know if she’d ever been so turned on in her life and he still hadn’t touched her bare skin.

  “Then what…” Kor seemed to be considering the question. Maggie expected him to go on describing how he would taste her—another act Donald disliked—but Kor surprised her.

  “Then I’d tie you up,” he said, looking at her speculatively. “Tie your hands behind your back, put you on your knees with your legs spread. Push you down so that your ass was high in the air, your pussy spread wide, all soft and sweet and vulnerable. But first…” He appeared to be thinking. “First I’d put a blindfold on you. Then I’ve leave you there for a little while, waiting all open and naked for me. You wouldn’t know what was coming next—my fingers…my tongue…or my cock.”

  The last word was a low, lustful growl that seemed to do something strange to her insides. Maggie hadn’t thought she could be more turned on but his words seemed to flip a switch inside her. Her heartbeat kicked up another notch and she couldn’t seem to get a deep enough breath.

  “Oh,” she whispered, unable to make the words come out louder. “Oh but I…I don’t think I’d like that.”

  “Hell yes, you would, blondie.” Kor was eying her speculatively. “Your heartbeat…your breathing…the way you’re soft skin is all flushed and hot—everything about you screams ‘submissive.’ You’d love to switch things around—try being the slave for a while.”

  “No,” Maggie protested. “No, really…”

  “Uh-huh.” He raised an eyebrow at her. “Then why is your pussy so much wetter now that I started talking about this? Your little cunt is so hot and slick I could taste your juices right through these panties.”

  Maggie shook her head. “No…no, please…”

  “Why not?” he growled. “I can smell your sweet scent from here and seeing your pussy all shiny with honey is driving me fucking crazy.”

  “I…” Maggie shook her head. It was one thing to let him kiss her panties as he had when they first came into the banquet hall. But to actually let him spread her open and lick her there…it was too much. Too close to cheating “Please, Kor,” she begged. “Don’t. Just…talk to me some more. Just touch me.”

  “Like this?” He pinched her clit gently again and then began to caress the throbbing little bundle of nerves as he leaned in close to her.

  “Oh!” Maggie gasped. “Yes…yes, please!”

  “Such a polite little girl,” Kor growled approvingly. “Come closer, Maggie—let me look in your eyes.”

  Maggie leaned forward, her eyes locked with his strange, pale blue ones.

  “What?” she breathed softly.

  “Just want to tell you what I really want to do to you.” Kor looked at her. “What I’ve wanted to do from the first time I dreamed about you.”

  “You…what do you…?”

  “I want to fuck you, Maggie,” he whispered harshly, his fingers still moving restlessly, caressing her clit through the thin silky lace. “But I want to take my time doing it. Want to tie you to the bed, your arms and legs spread, your sweet little pussy all open and wet for me, just like it is now.”

  “I…” Maggie’s heart was racing so
hard she felt like she couldn’t breathe. “I…we couldn’t.”

  “Oh, yes we could,” Kor told her. “I’d tie you down and lick you all over—and that includes your pussy, Mistress. You’d have your legs spread apart—you couldn’t stop me from tasting that sweet little cunt of yours. Couldn’t stop me from pressing my tongue deep inside you, tonguefucking your hot little pussy until you came for me—came all over my face.”

  Maggie’s breathing was growing more and more ragged and erratic. God, she couldn’t take much more! His eyes holding hers were so intense and the way he was describing everything he wanted to do to her in that soft, deep voice was almost more than she could bear. It was too much—she wanted to look away yet she felt powerless to break his gaze.

  “Kor,” she managed to whisper. “Oh, God…”

  “And after you finished coming for me,” he continued. “And I licked your sweet little pussy all nice and clean, then I’d take you.”

  “Take me?” Maggie murmured.

  “Fuck you. I’d fuck you,” he emphasized.

  Maggie bit her lip. “Hard?”

  “I wouldn’t be rough with you—I told you’d I’d never hurt you.” He stroked her pussy softly, as if for emphasis. “But it would be deep. And slow.” He kissed her, his lips catching and holding hers for a long, breathless time before he continued. “I’d take all night with you, Maggie,” he promised, holding her gaze again. “And I’d look into your eyes just like this while I penetrated your soft little body. While I filled your pussy with my cock and claimed you as mine completely.”

  Suddenly Maggie couldn’t take it anymore. The pleasure that had been building inside her from the first moment Kor bent to kiss her panties when they came into the banquet hall, suddenly seemed to explode.

  Her eyes squeezed tightly shut as her back arched and her fingers curled into fists against his muscular shoulders. She was pressing her pussy up to meet his hand, spreading herself wantonly to get more of the delicious sensation of his fingers tracing her through the thin white lace. In the back of her mind she knew it was wrong but she couldn’t seem to stop, couldn’t seem to do anything but gasp and moan and come as Kor stroked her open pussy through the panties, giving her exactly what she needed though she would never ask for it.

  At last she collapsed, panting in a heap…and that was when she heard the soft hooting.

  “Wha—?” Her eyes flew open and she looked around in disbelief. At least seven Sensorians, including the master of the spa, were standing around her chaise lounge and making strange sounds like barn owls. The other mistresses were watching with wide eyes.

  “Kor?” she whispered sitting up and pressing her legs together tightly. “What’s going on? Why are they making that…sound?”

  “That’s their way of applauding, my dear Lady Pope’nose,” Mistress Gin’gin whispered to her. “The Sensorian way of expressing admiration for a Pleasuring very well done. I’ve only heard of it happening once before—you should be very honored.”

  “And all without removing your clothing.” Lady Ponce’beast, on her other side, looked positively green with envy. “I was joking about that, you know. But if your slave really does know a special technique I’ll pay to have him work on me.”

  “His technique only works on me—because I’m really, uh, sensitive,” Maggie said quickly. “I’m afraid it wouldn’t be much use to you.”

  “Oh, very well.” Lady Ponce’beast sniffed. “Well, at least let me memorialize the event. As Mistress Gin’gin said, it’s extremely rare.”

  And before Maggie could protest, she had whipped out what appeared to be a tiny recording device and began taking multiple pictures.

  “Um, thank you but that’s enough. We really have to get…to get going.” Maggie tried to stand but her legs were still too wobbly. Kor had to help her to her feet.

  “Careful, my lady,” he murmured softly as he lifted her up with one muscular arm.

  “Um, thank you, Kor.” Maggie couldn’t help noticing that he was still staring at her in the intense, possessive way. She dropped her eyes but then all she could see was the huge thick ridge of his shaft, obviously painfully erect inside the tight black leather slave pants he wore. Maggie swallowed hard and looked quickly away. God, what had she just done? And had Kor been serious when he told her all the things he wanted to do to her?

  Suddenly the master of the spa, who had been standing with the other softly hooting Sensorians, spoke up.

  “That was a masterful performance, I must say,” he remarked. “I was wrong to have doubted you, Lady Pope’nose.”

  “Th-thank you,” Maggie stammered. Was she really being congratulated on how well she’d had an orgasm in public? Could this get any more bizarre? “It was all Kor—he’s really, um, amazingly good at…at that,” she ended lamely.

  “So I see.” The master of the spa looked at Kor speculatively. “Although in our experience, only pleasure that comes with true emotion behind it can engender such a response.”

  “I—” Maggie didn’t know what to say to that. Was the master talking about her emotion or Kor's?

  “Which is why I wish for you and your slave to accompany me now to the Remembrance Pool for an after dinner sweet. We have Pillow Fruit.” He said it loudly and looked at Maggie expectantly, as though he had just offered her some rare and delicious delicacy and expected her to jump at the chance.

  “Pillow Fruit?” Lady Ponce’beast interrupted before Maggie could open her mouth to reply. “You actually got hold of some real Pillow Fruit?”

  The master of the spa nodded. “I did. You and the rest of the Mistresses in this rondula will be welcome to join Mistress Pope’nose as her guests if you wish.”

  “Oh yes, yes please,” Maggie said at once. There was no way she and Kor could turn down a personal invitation by the master of the spa himself. But maybe if there were enough people there, they could slip out unnoticed.

  “Well, I for one would be happy to come,” Mistress Gin’gin said, smiling. "I've always wanted to try Pillow Fruit."

  The other mistresses in their little grouping chimed in, agreeing that they would be pleased to go to the Remembrance Pool as well. Lady Ponce’beast was the last to speak.

  “I’ll come,” she said. “But I have something to…attend to first.”

  “Very well—it’s settled then.” The master of the spa nodded graciously at Maggie and all her ‘guests.’ “If all of you ladies would follow me to the back entrance of the Remembrance Pool, we will be happy to accommodate you.”

  Chapter Thirteen

  “Come on,” Lady Ponce’beast snapped at her slave. “This way—hurry up! If you make me miss the Pillow Fruit with your dawdling I’ll turn on your pain collar and leave it on all night!”

  “Yes, Mistress!” The unhappy slave scuttled faster, almost running to keep up with her rapid footsteps.

  Lady Ponce’beast raced—or rather walked in a quick but dignified manner—to the small, private room built into the grand staircase which swept up from the first level of the spa. Once there, she gave a furtive look from side to side, making sure no one was around, before she rapped quickly three times in succession on the small, round green door.

  There was silence for a moment, then, slowly the door swung open revealing an extremely corpulent Sensorian. He was wearing a black uniform which could barely contain his bulk and sitting on a small chair which looked like it might break at any moment. Behind him was a tiny room with a small viewscreen built into one wall.

  “Yes?” The look in his pink and purple eyes was mildly interested.

  Lady Ponce’beast took a deep breath. “I need to make a call.”

  “That’s forbidden,” the night porter said flatly. “As you well know, Mistress.”

  “Yes, but I can pay the price.” Lady Ponce’beast tugged at her slave, dragging him closer. “You know I can.”

  “Very well.” The Sensorian nodded. “Get on with it then.”

  “You heard him!�
� Lady Ponce’beast shoved the hapless slave under the skirt of her purple dress. “Get on with it! And make it quick.”

  Afterwards, when the Sensorian was nicely pink, he allowed her the use of the small viewscreen at the back.

  “Not too long, Mistress,” he cautioned. “And if a supervisor comes by you’ll have to cut it short and hide or we’ll both be out of the spa.”

  “Of course. Just give me some privacy.” As he shut the door, she was already typing in a communication code.

  Lady Ponce’beast waited impatiently until the viewscreen flickered to life. On it, a slender woman with blonde hair with multicolored blue streaks in it suddenly appeared—her long time friend, Manda Sha’rak.

  “Yes?” she said frowning. “Oh, it’s you, Yoli! What are you calling me for? I thought you were at the L’othian spa?”

  “I am at the spa, Manda,” Lady Ponce’beast hissed. “And I’ve had the very bad fortune to meet your good friend Lady Nola Pope’nose.”

  “Oh dear.” The other woman put a hand to her chest. “Poor Nola. She can be rather…opinionated sometimes. I do hope she isn’t bothering you!”

  “Bothering me? That’s an understatement—she’s hideous!” Lady Ponce’beast hissed. “First she had the nerve to disarrange my hair. Then she paraded her fancy slave all around—who is wearing no pain collar—I might add.”

  The other woman held up a hand to stop her. “Wait a minute—no pain collar? That doesn’t sound like Nola.”

  “I didn’t think so either—not from what you’ve described,” Lady Ponce’beast said. “In fact, she’s actually kind to her slave—says ‘please’ and ‘thank you’ and never orders him around. The way she acts you’d think he was the one in charge. I could almost believe she was a closet submissive.”

  The other woman’s cheeks went red and she coughed into her hand. “Well, that certainly doesn’t sound like the Nola Pope’nose I know but we haven’t been in touch in the last few months. What else happened?”

  Lady Ponce’beast made an irritated gesture. “Oh, she went on and on about not knowing what the Pleasuring was, pretending she was uncomfortable and didn’t know what to do. She had everyone completely fooled. And then she and her slave put on this incredible performance where he made her come without taking off a single stitch of her clothing.”