by Jaye Peaches
“Does that hurt?” he checked.
“No,” she confirmed.
He shifted his hands around the top of her thighs and took a firm grip of her hipbones. Slowly he swung her forward and she dropped her chin and leaned over the rounded support. Her elbows locked tight and her shoulders were drawn backwards. There was a twinge of sharpness in her shoulders for a second, then the discomfort eased. Between her sex folds, the smooth head of his cock explored, pushing her down further.
The rope stretched slightly and achieved its maximum length before the elastic properties propelled her back onto the head of his cock. It slid up her groove and the sensation of his shaft gliding between her cheeks was exquisite. She forgot the tension in her arms and focused on the way the padding chafed her sensitive nub. She shivered from her scalp down to her toes. The intense wave of trembling reminded her of the first time he took her in his office. That same amazing excitement and need for sex once again took flight once again.
“Please, sir, please take me.”
“I intend to, little Earthling.”
His fingers pinched her waist tight and he angled her bottom up. The rope slackened, but it wouldn’t be loose for long.
With one hard swing, he drove his cock deep into her pussy and the friction, the force behind it, stunned her. Was this too much to bear?
* * *
The fire rabbit shifted forward again and at the same time, Marco pinned Freya against the padded rope, using the support to keep her in place. He held her there for a few seconds, savoring her tight pussy, the clenching of her buttocks, and her low gasp of surprise. He had to trust her, if it was too much, she would say her release words and he would with fortitude disengage, but until she relinquished, she was his.
Her arms were twisted slightly back. He glanced from side to side, checking they were held in a symmetrical alignment and that the thongs weren’t cutting her wrists. All seemed well. Relaxing, and confident of the arrangement, he left one hand to guide the movement of her hips and curled the fingers of the other around her long hair. He tipped her chin up, and she arched her back. Snatching a sharp intake of breath, she screwed her face up as he tugged on her hair.
Again, he paused. He’d told her that he loved her and this love was what guided him. Another jenjin, one trained to tolerate pain, especially the Vendu women who dedicated their lives in the arts of pleasuring men, would not quibble over his demands. Freya wasn’t like them. Not only was she an alien, she possessed a fragility he’d come to see as desirable. While he wished to encourage Freya to explore her sexual abilities, he wouldn’t dream of harming her. She’d often spoke of making love, demonstrating it to him in a sensual way with slow caresses and passionate kisses, and he’d come to enjoy those sublime moments together. However, his needs were different, more demanding, and if she was to appreciate his love, she would understand their necessity.
He slid out of her drenched pussy, then rammed back into it before she’d a chance to sense his absence. The rope strung between the poles worked as it should. Her weight stretched it, then as it bounced back, but her bottom met his balls just as he achieved maximum penetration. Feeling her yield was so good and he grunted with each thrust.
The rhythm of their conjoined movements gradually synchronized. She’d fought him a little at first, trying to dictate how far to push her forward, probably because she feared to test her limits of endurance and place her trust in the ropes and poles. Neither deviated from their purpose.
Freya panted—the familiar little sounds she made when excited and aroused. When the fire rabbit moved, he let go of her hair, allowing her head to flop down, and cupped one of her breasts instead. He squeezed her nipple as he fucked her faster, using the subtle elasticity of the rope to propel her shapely ass on and off his cock.
“Yes,” he growled, feeling the surge that came before his ejaculation.
“Please, sir,” she rasped. “Please…” Her voice petered out.
Marco paused. Was she struggling? “Freya?”
“Please, may I come,” she stuttered.
He chuckled and resumed his fearsome thrusts. The swing rig had worked its magic. “Not yet.”
She squealed in frustration and bucked her bottom in what seemed like a frantic gesture to avoid the teasing texture of the padded rope.
“Naughty,” he said breathlessly between more ardent pummels. “Wait.”
“It feels so good,” she murmured. As she spoke, she clenched around him and the rings of tautness heightened the sense of resistance.
Marco groaned. Both his palms were molded around the warm puddles of her breasts. She’d mastered the art of balancing on her own and no longer needed the support around her waist. He slowed and used the full length of his shaft to tease her. The switch of pace lessened his need to come. He wanted to enjoy her for longer, not rush to completion. Her helplessness fed his natural desire to control the erotic scene. The deeper her trust in him, the greater the connection he felt between them. Energy buzzed in every nerve of his body as he rocked against her bottom.
Her wrists went limp. He spied the way they hung in the noose. Time to end. She was waning; her outstretched arms had weakened.
He grunted before commanding her, “Come for me. Come on my cock.” He shifted the pace up a notch, using his shaft as a piston rod until she cried out.
She squeezed just as he sensed his balls tighten. He filled her as she contracted, producing waves of tremors throughout her body.
Marco eased back and inhaled deeply, calming his breathlessness. The swell of his cock had diminished and yet again, the intensity of his orgasm had thwarted his ability to stay erect. He acted quickly, releasing her arms from the loops and scooped her into his arms.
He laid her amongst the cushions and tended to her with a cool cloth. Her heavy eyelids drooped, unable to stay open. She smiled a few times as he bathed her. Her vulnerability was acute, but she trusted him. That was love, he reminded himself, unswerving faith in another.
What next? He fed her a few pieces of fruit and morsels of fresh meat, not the coarse kind the prisoners ate. She chewed slowly, fighting to stay awake for him.
“Sleep a little,” he suggested. “Then, we can talk. I’ve something to tell you.”
Her eyes briefly flickered open and her irises shone bright.
“Sleep, Freya.”
She curled up and he spooned himself around her.
* * *
Lying in his arms on the cushions, she dozed. When she woke, he’d moved and changed into different clothes. No longer in his dark uniform, he wore a sleeveless vest that barely covered his tattoos and white baggy pants that hung off his hips. She licked her lips, admiring his biceps and bulging thighs.
“Thirsty?” he asked.
“A little,” she murmured.
He brought her over a glass containing a pinkish liquid. “Alcohol. Strictly forbidden on penal colonies for all—prisoners and guards, but I have special dispensation to drink it here.”
She sniffed the liquid and swallowed a tentative mouthful. It tasted like sherry, but fruitier. She smacked her lips. “Nice. Are we celebrating?” She still was in awe of his declaration of love for her, as if it was a dream he was about to recant.
He settled next to her on a heap of cushions. “I do have some other news to impart.”
Her heartbeats fluttered. What kind of news?
“I contacted my mother. You have to appreciate this is unusual as Vendu don’t retain family bonds after childhood. She was quite shocked and pleased to hear from me. I’ve asked her to look into Lucilla’s situation. I’m optimistic this will be resolved.”
“You are?” Freya clapped her hands together. “How wonderful. I would assume she’d be kept a hostage forever.”
“Lucilla comes from a planet that has special status.” Marco briefly turned away from Freya. “I’m not at liberty to tell you why.”
She was tempted to push him to explain, however he seemed uncomfortable
with the information he’d imparted, as if he’d not intended to mention it. “So, she might be going home after all?”
“That would be a good outcome. Mother also has helped me—along with a friend back on Earth—to uncover the transcript of your interrogation.”
Freya sat up straight and her drinking glass shook as her hand trembled.
Marco took the glass away and placed it to one side. “Don’t go hoping for a miracle,” he warned. “I’ve read it and you’re absolutely right, you made no mention of military secrets or any intention to find them. You were caught filming the Ayers Rock terraforming unit and although that is a crime, it’s not as serious as spying.”
“I was supposed to be a spy,” she shrugged. “Not a very good one, it seems.”
He chuckled softly. “No. But not due to an error on your part.”
Again, he’d set off a wave of adrenaline that churned the contents of her stomach. “I was betrayed then?”
“By someone called Tony, at least that is the name given on your records.”
“Tony!” she gasped. Her fellow trainee had aspired to be a spy all his life, but when it came to the final selection, he’d been omitted. After that, he’d not spoken to her and shunned her calls. “He fucked me over because he was jealous I got the mission?”
“He planted evidence amongst your things implying you were a military spy. It was a setup. The news network you worked for has been trying to quash your conviction, but without the support of the Earth’s defense council, they have little influence. It’s the network’s communication channels that my friend hacked into.”
Freya leapt to her feet and hurtled out a string of curses in English. “Why, the bastard. The scheming, mother—”
“Freya,” Marco barked. “It’s done. He can’t be punished from here.”
“I don’t care,” she snapped back in Vendian. “I can’t believe it. I almost slept with him. Then, when I brushed him off, I got picked and… it’s so petty. What a flaming big ego he has.” She paced up and down, clenching her fists into tight balls of pent-up fury.
“Calm down.” Marco rose and intercepted her, snatching at her hand.
“I won’t fucking calm down,” she hollered, stamping her foot on the floor and shaking her hand free. “You’ve got no right to tell me to calm down.”
Anger poured out of her. She’d felt the rage build inside her and along with the rise in heat that accompanied it, she ignored Marco’s stern expression and wary gaze. He crossed his arms and took a step back. “Freya,” The pitch of his voice lifted as he said her name.
She switched to English and rolled her eyes up. “Oh, give me that I’m the boss look, why don’t you. Like you’d never lose your temper. I’m perfectly entitled to let off steam.”
“Anger, yes. But shouting at me, no. Changing language won’t help you, so lose the bad attitude.”
She ignored the change in his tone. The gentle lilt of earlier had gone, replaced by a steely edge of warning. She turned away from him, refusing to meet his hardening gaze. “I’m in prison for the fucking rest of my life, lightyears away from home and—”
Marco moved so swiftly, she’d no time to register it. With the back of his hand on her neck, he bent her over the nearby table, and at the same time, he swept aside the fruit laid out with the back of his other hand.
The smacks rained down on her bent bottom in the same manner a thunderstorm brought hail bouncing up and down on the ground. He held her down and she screamed curses over her shoulder. “Damn it. Let me go.”
“When you’ve calmed down. I can spank away until you do. I don’t mind watching your ass turn red and if my hand gets sore, I’ll use that spoon,” he said, referring to a large serving spoon sitting in a nearby salad bowl.
She wriggled, swerving her hips from side to side until it was necessary for Marco to press his hand on her back and pin her in place. The spanking was the relentless kind that gave no opportunity to assimilate the pain, nor much time to snatch a breath between smacks. He switched between buttocks, clapping the flat of his palm against her lobes and targeting the same spots on each. She drummed her feet on the floor and the spoon in the bowl rattled against the sides. When she bucked against the edge of the table, a piece of fruit rolled off.
“Are you going to calm down?” he asked.
The plume of heat his spanking had produced intensified and she wondered how in so short a space of time she’d gone from elation to ill temper. What about those words of love he’d whispered, telling her how important she was to him?
“Is this is how it’s going to be?” she blurted. “Love me, then spank me?”
“Yes.” He paused, clutched her ass cheek and squeezed it until she cried out. “Because you’re still my jenjin and still my responsibility. I’ll continue to care for you and discipline you and that doesn’t change one iota because of everything else I feel. If anything, it makes this essential. No girl of mine, alien or not, speaks to me disrespectfully or screams at me as if I’m to blame. I’m trying to help you, Freya.”
She sniveled. “Some help,” she muttered.
“Say that again?”
“Nothing. Sir.”
He cracked his hand across her rump and she jerked. “Sorry, sir.”
“Better.” He returned to circling his palm around each tender spot. “Do you know why they teach meditation at the Volta?”
“To be mindful of every moment in my life and not cloud my thoughts with the past or future,” she repeated, as taught. “To seek solace in silence and endurance.”
“Endurance. Exactly. You’re enduring your captivity and you’ll continue to so. You also will channel that anger away from here where we’re supposed to be relaxing. It’s not welcome.”
She flattened her body against the table. The stiff tension in her limbs had only made the stings of his slaps worse. She buried her face in her arms and held still. A smidgen of guilt followed on from his request. “I just feel so hopeless sometimes.” She sniffed.
He stroked his hand down her spine and goosebumps rippled to the surface of her skin as she clenched her pussy in response to his tender touch. “I was trying to tell you that your evidence is flawed. If you can prove to your Earth’s authorities that Tony was malicious in his intentions—”
She lifted her head. “But how?”
“Write to your father again, and this time, stop hiding the truth from him. Ask him to do something about Tony’s betrayal and tell him your future depends on it.”
“My future…” Her lower lips wobbled. “What about our future?”
He trailed his fingers between her ass cheeks, halting by her anus. “Don’t cloud your thoughts. Here and now is our time together.”
Why after such a hard spanking was she filled with desire for him? Her anger had not been redirected toward Marco; rather it had been quashed by his firm hand on her bottom. He leaned against her hot ass and it was obvious what he had in mind. So soon after their last fuck, he was ready again to take her. The warm head of his cock glided along her furrow.
“Part your ass cheeks,” he commanded. “A good hard fuck is what you need from me. It will help you remember that I decide what is best for you, and that includes spankings.”
The husky voice was impossible to ignore. When he made his demands, it was as if he was hotwired to a part of her brain she’d no control over, or maybe she had, but just refused to believe she had within her the submissive woman he desired. She slid her arms down her sides and did as he asked, holding each cheek aside so he could gain easy entry. With his hands firmly gripping her waist, he nudged against her pussy entrance, collecting the dew she’d made during her spanking. Why her juices surged when he spanked her, she still couldn’t understand. He coated his cock with her generous offering, then pushed the smooth head firmly against her puckered asshole.
“Relax, sweetness. I’m going to do everything in my power to prove your innocence. That is how much I love you.”
She dre
w in a deep breath and during her long exhale, he entered her.
* * *
Freya missed seeing stars. Standing outside, she rested against Marco’s shoulder and he draped his arm around her. The wind had stilled, allowing the sand to settle in a pattern across the dunes. The cliff overhanging the ravine kept the intensity of the blazing sun out of their eyes. However, without a night sky, there were no constellations.
“I miss darkness. Real darkness,” she said.
“I know what you mean.” He sighed. “It’s relentless. The barracks has a dark room where the soldiers can relax. It helps them rest.”
“The prisoners have no choice when it happens. The lights go out and then, boom, darkness.”
He stroked her arm. “It’s best to control it, create an artificial night-time and not have them squabble over time. Time is an arbitrary concept on Tagra.”
“There’s so much I miss.” She pivoted, her feet stirring up the grains between her toes. Facing him, she examined his tattoo and the sleek lines they painted over his chest. He’d removed the vest while he’d fucked her and left it off. “At night, I’d go to parties.”
Until she started the training program, she’d been a frequent visitor to clubs. Decades after the Vendu’s invasion, Earth had gradually reestablished a familiar way of life, as if the occupiers weren’t there. The population had recovered; the wreckage of destroyed cities had been swept aside and recycled. A massive program of reconstruction had brought down barriers between nations and cultures merged, less wary of each other and more concerned about the cuckoo in their midst—the silent Vendu and their superior firepower lurking behind their shields.
