Master of Her World

by Lily Harlem

  “Yes, I can observe that for myself,” the enforcer said. “We will go now. But be prepared for drop-in visits, Gastion. The king is insisting upon it for all new arrivals.”

  “I would expect nothing less.”

  “And remember, the slave parade, it will be soon. Every master is expected to display their woman.”

  “Of course.” More tension in Gast’s voice.

  Briella tightened her fingers together. A ball of anxiety was growing in her belly. She needed Gast’s semen. It had been hours since her first dose. She wanted that freeing, delicious stream of air sinking to the base of her lungs again.

  “I’ll be keeping a watch on you,” the enforcer said, a twinge of challenge in his tone.

  Gast didn’t reply. Instead more footsteps, then the sound of the dome’s front door shutting.

  Briella looked up at the curved orange roof and clasped her hands in front of herself.

  “You did well.”

  She startled slightly. Gast was right behind her.

  He placed his hands on her shoulders. His palms were hot and callused as he smoothed down her arms. When he reached her joined hands he stroked up her belly to her breasts.

  He cupped each one, as though testing their weight in his palms.

  She enjoyed his delicate touch and her nipples tightened.

  “The enforcers rule with an iron rod,” he said, tweaking her nipples. “They forget that although you are an alien woman here in Roun, you still have feelings.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  He knew she had feelings? Wasn’t she supposed to be his slave and devoid of any kind of emotion? That’s how she’d been taught to project herself. Masters didn’t want any show of feelings, so she’d been told. She was there to serve and in payment she’d be medicated so she could breathe.

  He slid his hands higher, settling his fingertips around her throat. “You’re breathless?”

  “Yes… Sir.”

  “Then I will medicate you.” He tugged at her skirt, gentler this time.

  Relief went through her body. Easy breathing would soon be hers.

  Would he administer his semen orally again? Or did he have other plans?

  “Widen your legs.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  He slid his hands around her waist, then tickled through the fluff of hair that led to her pussy.

  So that was to be today’s delivery point.

  She shut her eyes. She’d heard tales of this. That it was painful. Roun men’s cocks were too big for Zoid women. There’d be blood and tears. She’d have to be brave and stoic to get through it.

  The tutors hadn’t mentioned it, of course, not wanting to scare the women. But at night, in the dormitory, the women had whispered shared secrets that they’d snatched from women who’d returned unable to cope and preferring a smog-filled breathless existence.

  Gast parted her pussy lips, spreading the first section wide with two fingers.

  The small bundle of nerves that had tingled yesterday as he’d medicated her mouth was exposed to the air.

  “You will wear this on your clitoris,” he said. “Whenever I give you semen into your ass or pussy.”

  “What, Sir… I mean, yes, Sir… ah…”

  He’d set something, a small pad, over that bundle of nerves. It clung like a magnet, hot and secure, and it buzzed, vibrated, sent shockwaves of awareness over her body.

  “Oh…” she gasped. “What is it?” Her knees weakened and she closed her eyes.

  “It’s something I designed. To make it easier for you to bear your medication.” He pressed his lips to her ear. “Do you like it, slave?”

  “I like it if you like it, Sir.”

  “That’s not what I asked.” He slapped her ass, hard.

  She jerked forward with a gasp.

  Damn, that hurt. Her skin was already raw.

  “Tell me. Do you like it?”

  “Ow, oh, yes… sorry, Sir. Yes, I like it.” And she did. Her female hole was clenching, it was dampening, too. The vibrating pad was building pressure inside of her. She didn’t know how or why, but it was like a swarm of butterflies collecting around a flower, and that flower was her pussy. The image of flowers and butterflies that she’d seen in a book filled her mind; it made her a little dreamy.

  “Good.” He steered her from the corner, and bent her over the counter so she was looking out of the window at the beautiful rocky view. “Now try and relax. This first time will hurt. There’s nothing I can do about that.”

  “Yes, Sir.” She was panting now, the stimulation down below catching her breath as much as the extraterrestrial atmosphere was. “But I need it, Sir. The semen in my pussy.”

  “Yes, you do.” He caressed her buttocks as he parted her legs wider with his booted feet. “You need it if you are to live until midday.”

  Her pussy was wet, as if moisture would soon leak from her. She hoped that wouldn’t infuriate him. Perhaps he preferred to have his slave dry.

  “You are permitted to cry out, slave, when this pains you.”

  “Thank you, Sir.”

  He slipped his fingers through her folds and pushed into her pussy.

  Briella didn’t cry out. She closed her eyes and allowed a groan to rumble through her chest. Far from hurting, her master’s fingers added to the intensity of the vibrations over her… what had he called it… clitoris.

  “You’re wet, slave.”

  “I’m sorry, Sir. I don’t know why or how that’s happened.” She pulled in a weak breath and felt thoroughly ashamed of herself. “Shall I go and dry myself for you?”

  He chuckled. “That won’t be necessary.”

  He stretched her with his fingers, easing her tight flesh wider.

  She moaned and bucked against the counter, pressing the vibrating pad harder onto her clitoris. She’d thought many things about this moment. But never this. Never having such a maelstrom of sensations besieging her.

  “I need to prepare you,” he said. “I’m sorry but it’s necessary.”

  “Yes. I heard of this, Sir.”

  A sudden sharp, knifelike pain shot through her pussy.

  This time she did cry out. His fingers had changed from a pleasant filling sensation to a whip of fire.

  “That’s it,” he said. “Now I can medicate you so breathing will be easy once more.”

  “Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.”

  He withdrew and gripped her hips. The smooth head of his cock sat at her entry point.

  He pushed in.

  So wide. So thick. Impossible to take.

  She stared, unblinking, at the landscape, mouth open in a silent scream as he forged forward, holding her tight.

  It was pain, it was pressure, it was like nothing else in any world.

  “That’s it, take it, slave,” he said. “Take all of your master.”

  “Yes… Sir.”

  On and on he went, parting her delicate tissues, filling her up. She was sure he wouldn’t get it all into her, but when his body hair scratched against her beaten ass she knew he’d seated fully.

  “Ah, yeah…” he said. “That’s it. It’s nearly here for you now.”

  “Oh… oh… but…”

  “But what?”

  “Oh, but, Sir. My clitoris, the thing you put there.”

  “It’s getting too much?”

  “Yes, Sir. I don’t know…”

  “You don’t know what’s going to happen? I do. And don’t fight it, slave, let’s make a woman out of you.”

  He didn’t think she was a woman?

  A tear sprang in her eye. So what did he think she was?

  The vibrations were becoming too much. It was as if they were trying to drive her to boiling point. Where was this pressure going to go? She needed to release it. There was so much of it in her body. It was blissful agony trying to contain it.

  She clenched her internal muscles around the big alien male cock inside of her, twisted on the counter.

  He groaned,
then, “Keep still.”

  “Yes, Sir, sorry, Sir… oh… ah…” Her words trailed off. The pressure in her clitoris had reached explosion point. She could do nothing about it. In one almighty pulse of sensation, her entire body seemed to contract around her master’s cock.

  She screamed, not knowing what was happening but feeling sure a severe beating would follow. How could she show so little respect for her master? He was giving her the gift of life and she was a writhing, noisy, wet mess on his counter. Not only that, she was clenching around his cock as though her body might actually break it.

  “Fuck, yeah…” He tightened his grip on her hips and released his semen into her.

  She was aware of it flooding her pussy then soaking into her body.

  She drew in a deep breath; instantly the air rushed to the base of her lungs. She used it to cry out again as the release blistered over her skin in pulses of pleasure.

  More air sped into her, filling her lungs, her bloodstream.

  Tears rolled from her eyes. Surely the soles of her feet would be beaten for this and whatever other part of her body her master wanted to mark with his flogger or cane or whichever other instrument of torture he liked to use.

  He stilled, his cock stopped spurting medication into her. The grip on her hips slackened.

  He was breathing fast; she could hear him and feel it hot on her naked back.

  “I’m so sorry, Master. Please forgive me.” She tried to hold in a rib-shaking sob but failed.

  He didn’t speak. Instead he slipped his hand around to the front of her pussy and tugged the vibrating patch off.

  She let out a sigh of relief. After the tumble into a place she never thought her body could go, so out of control, soaked in taut pleasure, the sensation had become too much.

  “You’ll stay in that position for five minutes,” he said, opening the window in front of her and allowing the fresh air to flow into the dome. “To ensure, this first time, that the semen is soaked into your body via your pussy. Then clean yourself up and make my morning food.”

  “Yes, Sir.” She dashed at the tears on her face. “Of course, Sir. As you wish, Sir.”

  Oh, God, he was going to beat her after he’d eaten. He wanted to have his strength from the meal so he could lash her harder. Maybe she should have stayed on Zoid and let the pollution eat her lungs, die a slow death. Perhaps this choice, one that had been hailed as the best choice, was actually the worst.

  Chapter Four

  Briella tore herself from admiring the landscape and the sky’s three suns, and walked into the sanitation room. Being able to breathe without thinking about it was a luxury. But in its place sat a new discomfort.

  She ached between her legs. Her pussy felt raw and her clitoris swollen.

  She flicked on the overhead water stream and stepped into the cool flow. She winced as the water slid over her smarting ass, then flinched as she ran her hand between her legs.

  A splash of red landed on the floor, splattering by her feet.

  Blood.

  She’d known there would be blood this first time, had been told by the training college to expect this. Even so that hadn’t prepared her for seeing it.

  And why had no one ever mentioned the device Gast had placed on her, or the out-of-control sensations it would produce?

  Gingerly, she washed herself, then dried and put on her straps and skirt again. She wondered if Gast would want her in her boots but decided to leave them off for now. It would be easier to prepare his food quickly and efficiently if she was barefoot.

  He’d said he’d invented the vibrating stimulant he’d applied to her. That she would wear it when receiving medication into her pussy or ass. But what would spur him into creating such a thing for a slave? Was it not enough that he was giving life, let alone this dangerously nice stimulus at the same time?

  She touched her clitoris. She’d never given that tiny bead a name before. Hadn’t known that it had any kind of function on her body. But now it was delicately engorged and when she pressed it she could recall the blast of sensation it had taken from the pad.

  “Slave. What are you doing?”

  She jumped and stared at the closed door. “Sorry, Sir.”

  “Where is my food?” he called from the other side.

  “I’ll get it now, Sir. Sorry.” She tugged open the door.

  He stood before her. Bare-chested, hands on his hips. A scowl marred his face and his hair hung wild and long.

  “I have given you what you need. Do you think it’s wise to keep me waiting for what I need?”

  “No, not at all, I was just—”

  His frown deepened.

  “I’m sorry, it won’t happen again.” She scooted past him and into the eating area.

  Quickly, and with her heart pounding, she set about making the protein and carbohydrate slab that all Roun men ate in the morning. It needed only to be sliced and heated.

  She set it on the table along with hot water and a bowl of sugar, just the way she’d been taught. There was only one chair at the table.

  As she straightened, Gast walked into the room.

  He let his gaze slip over the food and then her, resting for a moment on her naked breasts.

  “Your food, Sir.”

  “In the corner.” He turned from her.

  “Yes, Sir.” Hurrying to obey, she quickly stood on her cross and faced the wall, hands clasped.

  The room was quiet except for the sound of him eating and the stirring of sugar into the water.

  When he’d finished, he scraped his chair back and left. His footsteps faded, then disappeared completely and Briella guessed he’d gone outside.

  Quickly, and with a dart of hunger piercing her belly, she turned to the table.

  He’d left a chunk of his breakfast slab and a few inches of sugar water.

  Briella dashed up to it. Grabbing the food, she shoved it into her mouth. She munched and swallowed, crumbs fell onto the table. She was so hungry she couldn’t help herself, couldn’t stop. Without feeling guilty she rammed in his wasted meal. The tutors had informed the women this was how they’d eat. Leftovers, scraps, what their masters didn’t need.

  “What the…?”

  She froze.

  Gast was in the doorway, his eyes wide and his mouth slack.

  She gasped and flicked food from her chest, frustrated when a chunk stuck to a drip of sweet water. She then fled to the corner.

  He was furious. She’d seen it in his eyes.

  But why? That food had been for her. It was what slaves ate. They had to have some sustenance.

  “I hadn’t told you to feed,” he said, his voice a low rumble.

  He was right. Her heart sank. She hadn’t been given permission to take his leftovers. The tutor’s voice sang in her ears, telling the women they must always wait. If they didn’t there’d be a price to pay.

  “I’m sorry, Sir. I forgot, I was so hungry. I’m still learning.”

  “It seems you have a lot to be sorry for and a lot to learn.”

  “Yes, and I am sorry. And I will learn.” A tremble started in her belly and traveled outward, spreading to her arms and legs. She hoped she wouldn’t vomit the food back up and spread it on the floor.

  He was silent.

  Suddenly his hands were on her. Slipping over her hot flesh, sliding around her waist and up and over her breasts.

  She held her breath, enjoying his exploration of her curves, even though she knew she had no right to. She was his slave to touch as he pleased.

  The heat of his body warmed her back and his breaths blew gently on her hair as he tweaked her nipples, pulling them to hard points and rolling them between his big fingers and thumbs.

  His touch swept around to the small of her back and then over her skirt, he rubbed her buttocks.

  She winced; they were still sore. The pressure hurt.

  “I should spank you for your disobedience,” he said, his voice a low growl by her ear.

 
“Yes, Sir.” Oh, please, no. Not on top of what she’d already taken. She didn’t think she’d be able to take it. Maybe she’d even beg to go back to her doomed planet.

  “I should take the cane or the whip to you. That’s what an enforcer would insist. You must learn your place, slave.”

  “It’s your choice, Sir, but I promise I will learn my place.” She closed her eyes as he continued to stroke her buttocks.

  A quiver attacked her belly. It was nowhere near medication time but she was a little breathless.

  “But not today,” he said, his lips moving against the shell of her ear.

  “Thank you, Sir. As you wish, Sir.”

  “Consider last night’s flogging as punishment for not waiting to be told to eat.”

  “Thank you, Sir. You’re very kind.”

  He huffed. “I don’t know about that.” He gave both of her buttocks a squeeze.

  She cried out, then bit on her bottom lip.

  “But I am fair,” he said.

  “Yes, Sir. I’m very lucky to be here with you.”

  He stepped away. “I have work to do. At the front of the dome. While I’m busy I expect you to be busy also. You will sweep each room, removing all traces of dust. The eating room and sanitation area need sterilizing and the beds shaken to remove rock dust.” He paused. “I trust the training center taught you how to perform these duties.”

  “Of course, Sir. And I’ll get straight to them.”

  “You will. Once you’ve finished eating.”

  “Yes, Sir.” A sense of relief washed through her. She counted her lucky stars. She was allowed to finish the food and she wasn’t going to be flogged or caned.

  She really didn’t deserve such a kind master. Her behavior was off course and she needed to try better.

  Once Gast had left the room, she quickly finished the meal slab and sugar water, glad of the food that would give her energy for the tasks ahead of her. She then set about scrubbing and cleaning the eating room, starting with the refrigerator, then wiping out all of the storage areas. Rock dust had collected in the corners of the room and around the window and she took great care to remove every last grain. The last thing she wanted was for her master to find particles of orange dirt in his meal.

  The constant clink, click of his hammer and chisel tapped around the dome. The sound was muted and she wondered if he was working on wood rather than rock.