by Lily Harlem
She whimpered as the clips jostled.
He harnessed her wrists in his hand, and before she knew it, tight cord was being wrapped around them.
“I thought I could trust you,” he said hotly. “To do as you were told.”
“I’m sorry, Sir.”
“Did they teach you nothing in training camp?”
“Yes, Sir. Of course, Sir.”
“So why the heck can’t you obey me?” He sounded so exasperated with her that Briella felt her eyes fill with tears again.
“You’ve confused me, Sir.”
“With what?” He spun her to face him. He looked as confused as she was feeling.
Her arms were well and truly secured behind her back.
“With your talk of erotic pleasure, and that pad on my clitoris and now this.” She looked down at the clips. “They hurt but they make me feel…”
He scowled. “I’m very sorry to confuse you, slave. But it’s not that complicated really.”
“It is for me. I’m lightyears from home. I’ve never been medicated before and certainly never had these sensations in my body that feel so good but also hurt.” She dragged in a breath and continued. “I’ve never even been able to see as far as the end of a room before because of the smog on Zoid. And now, today I have all these things, and fresh air, and birds, and a dome to live in, and a master to care for…” Her words trailed off. “I’m sorry. It’s overwhelming. But I will do better. I promise.” She’d spoken out of turn, she was sure of it. Now what would he do to her?
She didn’t want to imagine.
He stared at her, his dark eyes narrow and his lips pressed into a tight line.
She studied his broad chest, which had a small crop of freckles on it, shaped like a constellation she’d seen in books.
“I’m glad,” he said eventually, “that you’re having good feelings in your body as well as the bad, it’s how I intend for us to live. But I don’t need you to understand it all. Not for a while at least. I understand what’s going on and that’s all you need to know.”
“Yes, Sir. Of course, Sir.”
“Your body is mine,” he said, quietening his voice. “To do with as I please. And if I want to see you writhe in pain, then that’s up to me.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Equally if I want to see you writhe in pleasure, that’s also my choice.”
“I understand.”
“Do you? No, don’t answer that. I don’t need to know. All I demand is your obedience. Your pain and pleasure belong to me; remember that, in return for giving you the ability to breathe, you belong to me, today, tomorrow, and forever. I won’t let anyone take you away.”
“That’s what I want, Sir. Really it is. I won’t let you down again.”
He didn’t reply, simply pressed on her shoulders, turning Briella to face the wall again. “I don’t need to tell you not to touch your clitoris now, do I?” He kind of chuckled. “But damn, you look sweet all tied up like that.”
His footsteps retreated.
Briella flexed and unflexed her fingers. It was clear she could get away with nothing while Gast was around. He had eyes in the back of his head. He was keeping a strict and close eye on her.
She had no choice but to obey his every word.
* * *
It felt like hours had passed as she stood staring at the wall.
Gast was working again, the sounds of his tools rattling around the dome. She was pleased that his body clearly reacted well to the poppy salve. His hand must be nearly back to normal after its altercation with the hammer.
As she waited for him to untie her and instruct her next task, her stomach grew empty. It was a different sensation to concentrate on, other than the tightness around her nipples.
Just as her breath was beginning to scratch her throat, warning her of the need for medication within a few hours, she heard Gast come into the room. He brought with him the scent of the soap she’d used in the shower fall and guessed he’d cleaned up before coming for his meal.
“So you had no choice but to behave,” he said.
“Yes, Sir. I mean no, Sir.”
He undid the binds at her wrists.
As soon as her arms were free, she scratched an itch on the end of her nose, hoping he wouldn’t berate her for it.
He didn’t.
“Make my food, please,” he said.
“Yes, Sir. May I use the sanitation room first?”
“Be quick.” He paused. “And if you touch those clamps or anything else, I’ll know.” He scanned his gaze down her body.
“I understand.”
Briella scooted off, glad of the chance to stretch her legs and relieve her bladder. She didn’t give in to temptation and left the clamps and her clitoris well alone.
When she returned to the eating room, Gast was sitting at the table, his hands linked in front of him.
He studied her for a moment then nodded at the refrigerator. “Your master is hungry.”
“Of course.” She rushed to it, the clips tugging on her nipples as she went.
Pulling out a slab of nourishment, she set about heating it and fetching cutlery and a plate.
Within minutes she placed his food before him. Again she added a cup of water and sugar.
“On your cross.” He used his fork to gesture to the corner of the room.
Briella gazed longingly at the food, but only for a second, because then she remembered her place and rushed to stand on her cross. The scent of the meaty product filtered up her nose; it contained salt and spice, and a hint of grassy herb.
Gast ate industriously, the sound of his munching and the scrape of his fork and knife not allowing for savoring. He was clearly someone who ate to sustain life, not for the pleasure of eating. But then again, he was probably bored of the lack of variety in his diet. For her though, Roun food was new. She was still enjoying the nourishment she gained from it, regardless of the lack of variety in flavors. But perhaps if they could grow sunflowers, the seeds would be a new flavor for her master to try.
She sighed. That wouldn’t happen now. He’d likely destroyed the seeds.
“Eat now, slave,” Gast said. “And hurry. I will await you in the sleeping area for your final medication of the day.”
“Yes, Sir.”
She waited until he’d left the room, then sat at his chair and tucked into the decent-sized slab of protein he’d left her. Heat from his buttocks had warmed the seat and she enjoyed it on her recuperating behind.
She didn’t gobble the food the way she had the evening before. She took her time. But not too much time.
Her breaths were becoming shorter.
He was right, her medication was due.
She enjoyed the sugary, nectar-like taste of the water, then stood, pushed her hair over her shoulders, and went into the sleeping room.
How would he deliver the semen this time? She knew he’d take her ass at some point. Would it be today?
She hoped not, because if she was honest, it was the entry point she’d been dreading the most. That place seemed so small, so ill-designed for a big Roun cock.
“Come in,” he said, seeing her hovering at the door.
She stepped into the room and glanced at the dresser next to the bed. A flood of relief went through her. The seeds were still there. He hadn’t destroyed them. Maybe there was still hope.
“Come here.” Gast made a come-hither gesture with his finger.
She walked up to him, wondering how she’d become used to the clips on her nipples. The agony had gone and had left in its place a gentle hum of awareness that wasn’t unpleasant.
“Skirt. Off.”
“Yes, Sir.”
He had such a serious expression on his face. Was he tiring of medicating her already? Was it a burden on his body to have to provide so much semen for her?
She took off the skirt and cast it aside.
“Open your legs.” He tapped her right foot with his.
She w
idened her stance. Cool air washed over her hot pussy.
“You’ll wear this again. You’ll need it.” He held out the small black patch; an inch squared, it was humming gently in his fingers.
“As you wish.” She nodded.
The right side of his mouth twitched, as if about to turn into a smile. But it didn’t; his expression filled with concentration as he parted the lips of her pussy and attached the pad.
Her eyelids fluttered shut and she blew out a breath. Oh, yes. That had been what her clitoris had been longing for all afternoon.
“Good?” he asked.
“Yes.” She nodded. She did indeed have a wonderful master—a kind clever master who invented the most delicious of gadgets for his slave. “Yes, Sir.”
“Now get on the bed,” Gast said, the slide of his belt buckle undoing slipping into Briella’s ears. “Hands and knees.”
She did as he’d instructed, her knees a little shaky and her clitoris swelling. His bed was big and soft, and her palms sank into the covers.
“No, no farther.” He gripped her hips and kept her close to the edge of the bed. “I need to be able to reach you.”
“Yes, Sir.” She stilled, but it didn’t feel like her body was motionless. Her breasts in this new position with the clips hanging were once again smarting from her nipples to the very depths of them. And her clitoris, buzzing like that, made her twitch her hips—wanting more and to get away from the intense sensation.
“You’re still good and wet,” Gast said, pushing his cock head at her entrance.
She knew it was his cock, it was so damn dense and wide, smooth too.
“Yes, Sir. I couldn’t help it.”
“Of course not. I made it happen.”
“Yes, Sir.”
He spoke in riddles, but her dazed mind couldn’t be bothered to figure out the meaning.
He pushed in, stretching her flesh. It stung and she gasped, not from breathlessness but from the nip of pain that spread over her newly extended tissues.
“Damn, you’re as tight as before,” Gast muttered.
“Sorry, Sir.”
“Don’t apologize.” He slid his rough palms over her buttocks as he gained more entry. He claimed another inch and swept his touch up her back, pushing her hair to the left of her neck so it hung in a thick rope, almost touching the bed.
“The sun has kissed you today,” he said in a low murmuring tone. “The sun and I have both kissed you.”
“Yes, Sir.” How she’d love him to kiss her now, to face her as he medicated her, spread his lips over hers as his cock pushed deep. She’d like that. She was sure of it, even though she wasn’t completely clear on how she was so sure.
He bent over her, his pubic hair touching her ass and his hot chest against her back. “You’re going to have to be brave for this bit,” he said against her ear.
“Yes… Sir.” The pressure was building in her clitoris again. Like a vat of bubbling, boiling water, it wanted to burst free, spread that erotic feeling over her body again.
“Get ready,” Gast said, his hand at her right breast.
He removed the clip.
For a moment Briella didn’t know what he was talking about, then it hit her. A wild fire of pain slapped against her nipple. Blood was rushing to the area, heat and agony going with it.
She cried out, a long low wail that she accompanied with a shift up the bed. She had to get away from the pain. It was too much.
“No.” He gripped her shoulder with one hand and her hip with the other. “Get through it. Learn from it.”
“It… it’s too much to bear. I can’t…”
“You can. And remember this, if you steal, you get punished.”
“Oh, oh, I’m so sorry.”
“I know you are.” He tugged at the other clamp.
If Briella thought she’d had more than she could handle, now she really tipped over the edge.
Another brilliant, burning shot of pure torture attacked her other nipple. She yelped and clutched her breast, toppling on the bed.
But Gast held her firm with his cock deep inside her.
“That’s it, let it out,” he said. “Cry out again. No one can hear you.”
She gave into it. Tears poured down her cheeks as she hollered once more. With no consideration for the fact she sounded like a wild animal, she used the last dregs of her breath to shriek and yell.
“Now,” Gast said, reaching beneath her and cupping both of her breasts in his big hands. “Let the erotic pleasure take you.”
He straightened, pulling her with him, his chest pressed against her back.
His hands were soothing on her breasts, and as she nestled the crown of her head into the groove of his neck, the position of his dense cock inside her and the vibrating patch became her new overriding sensations.
“Good…” he said against her ear. “That’s it. Let it topple you over the edge. Tell me when it does.”
“Yes… yes…”
“Because if I medicate you as your pussy contracts around my cock, the semen is all the more potent, works better and for longer.” He was getting breathless too as he shunted in and out of her. “Your body draws it in, sucks it up.”
“Oh, Gast… I mean, Sir… I’m…” She gripped his forearms. Her body was not her own. He was holding her up, penetrating her. The sound of his breathing filled her mind.
“Is it here?” he asked.
“Yes, the erotic pleasure, oh, now…” She held her breath as her pussy released the pressure. Her clitoris pulsed against the pad. An exquisite bliss thundered around her body and streaks of lightning seared across her vision.
“Oh, slave, yes… that’s it.” Gast pumped his cock into her, going so deep, deeper than he had before. “Take it all. Take it all.”
She pulled in a breath. It went to the base of her lungs; her tubes were wide and free. “Oh, Sir, thank you.”
“Keep going,” he said. “There’s more.” He pulsed inside her again.
Briella threw her thanks to the stars above for having such a virile, fit master with such high-grade semen. She hoped nothing would ever change between them. She’d never felt so alive, so full of everything she’d ever wanted.
He released her left breast, cupped her jaw, and twisted her face to his. His mouth settled over hers. Another of his delicious kisses, complete with long strokes of his tongue.
Briella reached up and touched his hair very gently, absorbing the texture of it on her palm.
Her pussy was thumping around his cock. The vibrating patch continued to buzz.
She twitched, sensation overload, her fingers curling in his long strands and tugging.
He must have guessed her problem because he peeled the pad off, then wrapped his arm around her waist, holding her tight as he continued to kiss her.
She sagged against him, her body a mass of pleasure.
Her master had become her world.
Chapter Eight
Eventually he released her. He withdrew, then walked to the window and stared out at the setting suns.
“Sir,” she asked, enjoying the freshness of the air sinking to the base of her chest.
“What, slave?” He didn’t turn.
“Would you like me to move my cot into the eating room, as the enforcers suggested?”
He didn’t speak.
“I’m concerned,” she went on, “that if they come back, which I’m told they will from time to time, for spot checks, that we’ll both be punished if I’m spending the night in your sleeping area.”
“No.” He faced her, a frown creasing his brow.
She pressed her lips together. It wasn’t her place to question her master but she was worried he was making a mistake.
“Your breathing is my responsibility,” he said, tilting his chin. “How am I supposed to uphold that responsibility if you are not in the same room as me during the dead of the night?” He shook his head. “It’s a stupid rule and I will not go along with it.”
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br /> “Yes, Sir. Of course, Sir.”
“Now go and prepare yourself for sleep. It’s been a long day.” He gestured to the sanitation room.
“Yes, Sir.” Briella hurried to do as he’d instructed. Her breasts jiggled as she walked, her nipples smarting at the rush of air past them. Between her legs she was very damp, her inner thighs slicking over each other.
Her mind was spinning. He wanted her to sleep with him, in his room. There was no denying the very thought thrilled her. She’d be able to hear him too, smell him, be aware of his presence as she slipped into the most wonderful sleep with air free-flowing through her tubes.
She turned on the shower fall and stepped beneath it, allowing it to soak through her hair. Around her feet the water took on a faint orange hue as the day’s dust swirled away.
She stared at it, fascinated. Everything was vibrant, including her mind. She wanted to know why the water went in a circle before slipping down the plug hole. What was the name of the birds in the sky? Did other slaves have the same near-violent reaction when they were medicated? Did Nhah? Was she having the same erotic pleasure experience?
Much as Briella would have liked to spend hours in the shower, she knew that would anger her master. Water was a precious commodity even though it wasn’t as rare on Roun as it had been on Zoid.
After drying her body and combing her damp hair, she stepped naked from the sanitation room and into the sleeping area.
Her master was lying on the bed with his hands behind his head, exposing dark tufts of underarm hair. He was staring up at the domed ceiling as if deep in thought. Or at least that was what she hoped and not that he was searching for dust motes; she couldn’t guarantee she’d captured all of them.
Silently she crawled onto her cot that was only inches from the floor. The pillow was soft and clean and the blanket cool and silky. With a sigh she stretched out. An unusual but most welcome feeling of contentment washed over her and a smile settled on her face.
“You’re well, slave?”
“Yes, thank you, Sir. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to disturb you.”
“You didn’t.”
“Good.” She pressed her hands together and slotted them beneath her cheek, turned to her side, and closed her eyes.
