by Jaye Peaches
He broke off his lips. Her eyes had closed and she opened them again, blinking in the bright lights. “What’s wrong?” she asked.
“Not here. I want to take you to the Volta, have you prepared and do this properly.” He kissed her cheek. “Don’t worry. You’ll be fine.”
* * *
“It’s like a temple,” Freya remarked.
The entrance to the Volta was decorated with colonnades and nude statutes. It reminded her of ancient Rome. Marco escorted her up the wide steps and into the atrium with its fountain centerpiece.
“All Volta have the same features, although I’d not thought of them as a place for worship.” He directed her around the pool of water. Approaching them from another door was an elegant woman of maturing years—her waist-length hair was tinged with silver streaks. She wore a sleeveless white dress that swayed around her ankles as she walked gracefully toward them. She bowed, more of a nod, but it was a sign of deference.
“Governor, welcome.” Given Freya’s scruffiness, she might have sneered or frowned, but instead she smiled in greeting. “Is this Freya? I see her potential, sir. Most definitely.”
“Yes, she’s is my chosen. Obviously, she needs a little sprucing up. Freya, this is Lalita, the Volta’s concierge. She is responsible for all the jenjin.”
“How many live here?” Freya asked.
“A little under forty,” Lalita replied. “We’re not quite at capacity. A few retired recently, others will take their place.”
Freya doubted retirement was due to age. She didn’t want to dwell on how long she might be in the Volta, although at some point, she would have to encourage Marco to open up to her about his future plans.
“Can forty jenjin satisfy a whole city?”
Marco answered. “Only the soldiers can access the Volta. They move from colony to colony with little opportunity to settle into lasting relationships. The administrators appointed by the empire to run this colony usually bring their own women. As for the soldiers, they must earn their time with a jenjin, with the exception of myself—it is my privilege to have unfettered access to any woman. Nevertheless, the demands placed on the jenjin are not as great as you might think. There is plenty of rest, relaxation, and time for reflection.”
“We encourage meditation, Freya,” said Lalita. “There are many protocols and rituals for you to learn.”
Freya stared up at the glazed ceiling. “Perhaps it is a temple after all.”
“This way, sir.” Lalita swept her hand to one side. “We’ve prepared the room.”
The room allocated to the governor for his private use was vast. The bed took center stage with piles of cushions heaped around it. Pictures of exotic landscapes hung from the walls alongside cabinets and wardrobes. There were plenty of mirrors too, not just on the walls, but attached to the ceiling above her head. She’d not seen her reflection in weeks and the sight of her long hair tangled about her tanned face was shocking. How did Marco find her sexy dressed in the dreary work clothes, no makeup, and sun-tired skin? “Oh, dear,” she muttered, tugging at a knotted lock of hair.
Lalita patted her arm. “Don’t fret. We’re quite adept at transformation.” She gestured to the bathroom while speaking to Marco. “In there we can bathe her, dress her hair, polish her nails, and give her a deep cleansing. Then, you may avail yourself as you wish.”
Marco nodded. “Please perform the necessary preparations. All of them.”
Lalita pushed open the frosted door and nudged Freya through it. The bathroom was bigger than the bedroom. However, it wasn’t its size that brought her to a sudden halt, but the contents. She expected to see the shower cubicle—the walk-in kind with seats around the outside—and the bathtub that could accommodate three or four people wasn’t a surprise either. What shocked her was the contraption in the middle of the room. “Is that a loveseat?” she asked.
“Indeed.” Lalita touched the back of it. “Sloped for your back to rest against, with adjustable armrests that can be positioned in all directions and the foot rests. It permits your legs to be spread wide and bent, while opening your vagina and anus for examination and cleansing. We have many of these seats in the Volta. They are very popular. This one is designed for wet use; it can be even placed under the shower. Others allow the female to bend over, raising her bottom for access and her head in the correct position for oral pleasuring. Entirely adjustable and versatile. It will be where you rest during your enema.”
“Enema!” shrilled Freya. “Nobody is going to—”
“Freya,” Marco’s stern voice cut across her complaint. “This is a requirement.”
She ignored Lalita and stood close enough to Marco that she could whisper in his ear. “Please. I’ve never had one before. It’s embarrassing.”
The door opened behind Marco and in walked two more women, older than Lalita and dressed in shorter gowns. They bowed to Marco before standing to one side—more audience to witness her humiliation?
“Freya,” said Lalita. “This is Gellis and Tanara. They are your personal maids. They will bathe you, dress you, and ensure you’re fit for the governor’s pleasure. They will assist me in performing your enema.”
“Oh, no.” Freya wagged her finger in the air. “Absolutely not. No way. Marco, this is not happening.”
Behind her back, he sighed, a long exhale of frustration. “Freya, this is not negotiable. It’s part of your initiation into the Volta. A thorough purge is essential. Now, it’s simple. You let these lovely ladies pamper you or I take you into the bedroom and spank your bottom thoroughly.”
Her eyes widened when he mentioned spanking. “Seriously? You’ll spank me for refusing to have an enema?”
“Freya.” Lalita’s voice had sharpened. “There are many rules here. If you start out breaking this one, you’re going to spend a great deal of your time being punished. It doesn’t hurt and it will make you feel better. Now, please remove that ghastly overall so we can begin.”
Freya turned her head away. “No fucking way, bitch,” she muttered in English.
Marco grasped her arms above her elbows and snapped her to attention. “That I heard. Excuse me, Lalita, while I deal with this disrespect.” Spinning Freya on her feet, he marched her back into the bedroom.
He halted by the foot of the grand bed. “You forget I speak English and I know how to curse in it. You will comply with this discipline or this agreement between us will never succeed. I won’t tolerate disobedience. It’s your choice.”
Her lips quivered as he sat on the edge of the bed and tapped his lap. “I didn’t mean to be rude.”
“Then you will apologize, but after I have spanked you.” He drew her toward him, pulling her down over his lap.
Since he possessed great strength, if she fought him, he would win. She could shout and scream, demand to be released and get sent back to the heat of the canyon floor, and rescind the strange arrangement he’d drawn her into accepting. However, she didn’t. Instead, she lay across his thighs and buried her face into the nearest cushion.
“This ass will be bared for me.”
She lifted herself up, ready to strip, but before she could move, he ripped her overall apart along the back seam. The shredding of the fabric caused a surge of adrenaline and when the cool rush of air brushed against her raised bottom and between her thighs, butterflies fluttered in her stomach. He’d made an opening and through it he would see her clenching muscles, fighting to relax. If he sought out her slit, he’d find it soaked by a sudden flood of desire. She knew what she wanted from him, but was he only interested in turning her ass red?
“What do you want from me?” she asked.
He pressed his palm against her cheeks and squeezed a lobe. “This. You will be mine, unhindered and willingly given. I want you so much it causes me pain when we’re apart,” he said softly before clearing his throat. “You’ll lie still while I spank you. This isn’t something I do without careful consideration, Freya. I will punish you if don’t learn to
curb your tongue and attitude.”
He clapped his hand down on her bottom and she kicked her legs back. His smack packed a weight behind it and a firmness to match. The sting left an immediate impression.
“Ow.” She bucked her hips up and her bottom collided with his descending hand.
Marco spanked her without pauses between blows. He switched between each buttock, changing his target area constantly. When she wriggled too much and attempted to reach behind and knock his hand away, he snatched her wrist and pinned it to her back. She paddled her feet and he hooked his muscular thigh over the top and trapped her beneath.
She ouched and shrieked, but nothing interrupted the stream of slaps. Stings turned to a blur of burning heat, then to a fiery blaze of pain. There was no relief from the onslaught of his smacks and she wished he would rub away the soreness.
“Do not disrespect me, Freya. There is no shame in submitting. It is an honor to be here and there is nothing these women haven’t seen when it comes to intimate activities.” He ceased spanking and left the weight of his hand on the furnace he’d created.
She sniveled, feeling the welling of tears in her eyes.
“I will apologize. I’m sorry.” She glanced over her shoulder at him. He wore the face not of an angry man, nor one engaged in sadistic pleasure. A row of lines had formed on his forehead, as if he was filled with heartache. Below her hips, she expected a hardening of his cock, but he showed great restraint. This was a test for both of them. So what kind of man had she let into her life? One who would ignore her wishes or listen to them?
“Please, Marco,” she whispered. “Please, sir. Stay with me. I’d rather you did the enema than strangers. I need you to do this for me. I’m anxious.”
He released her from the trap of his leg and drew her onto his lap in an embrace. He kissed her forehead. “If that is what is stopping you, then of course I’ll stay. Why didn’t you say that before? We’ve much to learn about each other, Freya, and it won’t help if you don’t talk to me openly.”
She picked at the torn ends of her clothing. “This is ruined.”
“It is no longer required. Take it off. Walk into the bathroom naked and kneel. It will show your humility and please Lalita. She is an important person. After me, she holds much power. She was trained in the emperor’s Volta.”
She rose and said nothing as Marco ripped the remains of her overall off her shoulders and back. They fell in a heap by her feet.
Reentering the room, her legs shaking with nerves, she lowered herself to her knees in front of Lalita and bowed her head. “Forgive my rudeness. Please help prepare me as you see fit.”
Lalita helped Freya to her feet. “There, what’s done is done. Do you have an expression like that on Earth? We Vendu don’t bear grudges once a punishment is done. Now, Gellis will bathe you. You may wait outside, governor.”
“No. I’ll stay and watch. I shall perform the enema.”
A brief frown appeared on Lalita’s face before she wiped it away. “It is your prerogative, sir.”
Her nerves slowly stripped away. The two maids were jovial and joked about a bird’s nest forming in her hair. After they’d washed her hair with shampoo laced with the potent aroma of flowers, Gellis snipped away the ends with scissors. She fashioned a style that suited Freya and braided the hair into a long ponytail.
Lalita maintained control. She issued orders, instructing what lotions and creams to spread on Freya’s skin. She supervised the filing of torn fingernails and toenails, the choice of nail polish and makeup. Only the plucking of Freya’s eyebrows caused discomfort. By the end of the lengthy process, Freya had almost forgotten her nudity.
Marco leaned against the wall throughout, arms folded on his chest, watching without comment. Now and again, she’d glanced over at him and he returned the gesture with the briefest of smiles. It warmed her heart to see him there, waiting patiently and offering subtle encouragement.
As the women finished, she grew anxious again. The love chair beckoned and from out of a cabinet, Lalita retrieved the tubing and vessel, which would contain the water to wash out her insides.
Freya pressed her thighs together and her legs turned into lead posts.
“Come.” Lalita waved at the chair. “Up you get.”
Four people watched as Freya inched her way into the contraption. She had to bend her knees tight, so that her heels came close to her warmed bottom. She slid her feet into the footrests and they held her in place. Spread so wide and open, she turned her head to one side and studied the wall, attempting to avoid eye contact with anyone. Her most vulnerable area wasn’t the only thing on display, as her red ass cheeks were as well.
A large hand cupped her sex. She flinched and jerked her head around. Marco was standing between her knees and he slid his finger inside her pussy.
“So wet,” he remarked. “So desirable.” The heel of his hand massaged her mound as he pushed another finger inside her.
Freya tilted her head back and stretched her arms above, hunting for something to grip.
“Yes, Freya,” Marco murmured. “Desire it. Make this your pleasure.” He nodded to Lalita, who drew two looped straps around Freya’s wrists. She didn’t tighten them, but allowed Freya to pull on them as Marco continued to excite her clitoris.
“The lubricant,” Marco ordered. While he continued to masturbate her pussy, Lalita squirted oil onto the fingers of his other hand.
The cold gel slid along the furrow between her buttocks as he sought out her puckered hole. He ringed it with the lubricant and gently probed her anus. She moaned and closed her eyes.
So close to a climax, she bit on her lower lip and stifled a cry of delight. It was in the midst of this that Marco inserted the nozzle of the tubing and pushed it deep inside her. The penetration had no negative impact on her arousal; instead, it heightened the sensation.
He thrust three fingers in her pussy and agitated it with increasing vigor. “Fill her,” he commanded.
The swelling took time to notice. She twisted her head from side to side. “I want to come,” she gasped.
“Wait,” Marco insisted. “You’ll come when you can take no more.”
He didn’t mean his frantic fingers; he meant the liquid dripping into her bottom hole. The bloating gradually became apparent and she clung onto the straps. It seemed irrelevant, the discomfort of the enema compared to the need to come.
“You’re doing so well, my sweet,” he said softly, bending over her.
She opened her eyes. The others had stood back and disappeared out of her peripheral vision. She saw only Marco as he leaned over to kiss her nipples in turn. He circled her clitoris with his thumb. “I can’t get enough of this little thing you possess. I want to control its every desire. Tell me, Freya, my little Earthling, what does it need?”
She panted as he reached below. She clenched her cheeks as hard as she could, given the angle of her legs. “Please, I want to come.”
“You can. When I think you’re thoroughly clean.”
“I am, I am, sir,” she declared.
His eyes sparkled and his lips twitched into a small grin. “I decide, don’t I?”
“Yes, sir,” she agreed swiftly.
“This is your submission to me. You will let go of everything you have burdened yourself with. Your homesickness, your sadness and despair and I will make you mine.”
Tears pricked at her eyes. He spoken of all the things she dare not think about. “Please, I beg you, let me come.”
“Very well. I’m going to count down from three and you’ll come when I’ve finished.” He eased back and shifted his fingers deeper inside her molten pussy while his thumb worked its way under the hood of her clitoris and tapped it gently.
“Three,” he whispered.
“I can’t hold it.” She lifted her hips off the recliner and pushed down onto his hand.
“Two.”
“Now, please say now.” She thrashed her head from side to side.
“One.” He stilled his hand. “Come for me.”
The orgasm ripped out from deep within her, washing away more than the enema ever could. She thought she might faint with the contractions, which squeezed his fingers, crushing them in pulsating waves. The fullness in her bottom had created an amazing effect on her orgasm. She wanted to feel it again, perhaps not in the same way, but she was damn sure he’d use her ass for his pleasure soon.
“Thank you,” she cried.
He withdrew his hand and carefully drew out the nozzle. “Now, you can get up and finish off.”
Her eyes sprang open as she spied the audience who’d watched her lose herself in the middle of an enema treatment. “Marco, I can’t… oh, please don’t…” She felt the faintness rise again, but for a different reason.
“You can have your privacy. This I understand. Humans are most particular about this, I know. Lalita, there is no need to have her observed. Ever. She will always have this privacy, understood?”
“Naturally, if that is your wish.” She snapped her fingers at the maids. “Leave.”
Freya eased herself off the seat as the door swung shut behind them. She was alone for now at least.
When she left the bathroom a little while later, feeling quite comfortable, she expected to find Marco waiting for her; instead, there was only Lalita.
“The governor, sadly, has been called away on urgent business. He requests that I show you around the Volta.” She opened a drawer. “Here are your undergarments.”
Freya crept over and peered inside. Countless panties, except most of them seemed to be no more than scraps of materials. Some had sequins sewn in, others tassels, but most were no more than thongs. Lalita picked a skimpy golden pair and held t out. “Put this on, Freya.”
She then opened the doors of the wardrobe and selected the tiniest dress Freya had ever seen. When she drew it over her head, the white satin came to just below her bottom. The sides were open from hem to armpit. Lalita selected a thin golden cord and tied it around Freya’s waist.
