Then Tera had had to count out each stroke of the paddle, knowing how exposed her bottom and even her pussy were to her dorm-mates’ eyes, and how they could see her backside squirming in agony after each hard spank. She knew, too, why Hasma had wept, because her tight panties had felt like a fiery torment when, after only six swats and five minutes of being on display over the block as the other girls finished their ablutions, Nurse Lilia had told her to pull them up and get into bed.
It had hurt terribly, and she knew the paddling she would get before being released from the program would be much worse, but Tera also know that it would heal. Even if being a waitress in the dining room of the liaison office represented a humiliation for a girl whom her teacher had said had great potential, she would take it over sexual servitude to the hated He’Ban, even if they didn’t in fact look like monsters.
Nurse Lilia sighed. “I can see you’re a rebellious girl, Tera, and that you don’t want to ask me even your most burning questions. I imagine you think I’m going to reject you for your defiance, and that you’re prepared to take your punishment.”
Tera merely stared back into the nurse’s gray eyes.
“What you don’t know, I’m afraid, is that to be a waitress for the liaison office is also to be a pleasure-girl—but for the human administrators who have sex with the waitresses whenever they like and discipline them as they please. Rena and Hasma discovered this fact the same way you are discovering it now, in this office. I made the decision to reject them, but in reality they chose to have their paddling and to go to be waitresses, because they couldn’t let go of their foolish ideas about the He’Ban.”
Tera’s mouth had fallen open a little, and now she did want to say something defiant, but she had no words to serve her purpose. How could it be true? She felt her face grow hot as she tried to come to terms with the terrible new fact that she would be a pleasure-girl no matter what—that a human man or a He’Ban warrior would take her virginity whether she found him pleasing or not, whether she wanted his cock, or whatever frightening thing the He’Ban had instead, inside her pussy or not.
“So, in addition to examining you to make certain you are ready for sex, I’m going to present you with the information I’m allowed to give you about the He’Ban warriors who will use you for their pleasure, unless I declare you unfit for that purpose, because of your reaction to what I tell you and show you. Go ahead and take off your shorts and your panties, Tera, and then hop back up onto the table and put your feet in the stirrups. Doctor Geb will be here in a moment to conduct your pelvic exam.”
Tera felt a deep furrow crease her brow. She had no idea how to act, now that the fate of those rejected by the program had become clear. What had the nurse meant by a ‘misunderstanding’ about the He’Ban? Why had Rena and Hasma fled from the knowledge of what the He’Ban were? Why had the others been declared fit for the awful duties of a pleasure-girl? She remembered that one of them, Jasta, had been paddled at bedtime just as Tera had been, and had said she wanted to be rejected—but Jasta had disappeared after the medical interview just like the girls who had declared themselves excited to serve the He’Ban.
More to buy time to think than for any other reason, she hopped down from the table and started to pull down the tight, stretchy shorts that all the girls in the program wore, with her pink briefs inside them.
Chapter Two
In Earth orbit on a rotation watching the shipping lanes of the silicate-based Herthani for an opportunity to attack one of their convoys and thereby weaken their colonial interests, Je’Tar watched Tera’s medical interview live, on the video screen in his quarters. The opportunity to see some of the preliminary training of pleasure-girls represented one of the few perquisites of being stationed so far out on the rim, and he felt sure he wasn’t the only officer on the Swiftarrow partaking of the voyeuristic pleasure in Tera’s case.
Je’Tar generally didn’t mind sharing, but something about this girl made him hope he had the sight of her with her panties down, spread open on the examination table, to himself. He would rather she had been depilated already, so that he could have the lovely view of the bare slit where he would put his cock—the view he enjoyed so much. But at eighteen Tera only had a sparse thatch to cover her pussy, and Je’Tar could see the pout of her coral inner lips and the beguilingly wrinkled hood of her clitoris almost as clearly as he wanted. Just as wonderfully, the tiny pink bud of her anus lay just below, where a warrior loved to exert his will especially on a girl like this one who had never known what it meant to serve the pleasure of a dominant male.
Perhaps, the warrior reflected, the reason for his attraction to girls like Tera revolved around having them in his power, in a way not otherwise permitted even to He’Ban of the warrior caste in the current age of the galaxy. For the sight of Tera awaiting her examination, clad only in her white breast halter above and fully exposed below to the view of Nurse Lilia, Doctor Geb, and any He’Ban officer who cared to look, made his cock extend itself from its protective sheath and rise stiff and ready to penetrate the much better guarded genital organ of a He’Ban female.
“Calm yourself,” Je’Tar said aloud, taking the first deep breath of the warrior’s preparatory ritual as a way to draw some of the sexual energy back from his reproductive system into his muscles.
If his arousal went on like this, as he watched the human girl’s examination, he would begin to ache between his legs—He’Ban evolution’s most stringent spur to reproduce. Much of what human biology had accomplished with pleasure, the scientists said, their overlords’ DNA had brought about through pain.
Je’Tar, like all warriors, had much experience in coping with pain of all kinds, and of this kind in particular. He could certainly summon one of the Swiftarrow’s current pleasure-girls and fuck her, or have her kneel before him in the comfortable chair where he sat and use her velvet mouth to ease his cock’s need. He could watch this Tera’s medical interview while he enjoyed that girl’s young human body, and have his lustful way to the fullest extent. Indeed, as captain he could summon all three of his ship’s human girls.
But something about the way Tera had responded to Nurse Lilia’s news concerning the sealing of her fate—the settled fact of her future life as a pleasure-girl whether in the He’Ban fleet or on Earth—made him want to remain alone with his erection and his video screen. He truly had never seen a girl who seemed so conflicted about the choice before her, as if she wanted to hate the He’Ban, and the idea of living the next four years as their sexual plaything, but something in her refused to let her mind lie easy about it.
Je’Tar thought about how he would train her, if she should be assigned to his ship. His cock rose even further at the mental image of Tera over his thigh, bare bottom raised for his big hand’s attention or for the short punishment strap with which many warriors persuaded reluctant pleasure-girls to their duty.
“Calm yourself,” he repeated.
He had whipped several girls himself, though only as a disciplinary necessity when they had forgotten safety protocols or disrespected the He’Ban. Such offenses were punished publicly, with the girl bound fast to the discipline horse in the officers’ mess, her pretty bottom and thighs lashed until she screamed her intention to comply forever after. He found the act as arousing as the next warrior.
As he watched Tera’s face, while the nurse informed her of what the He’Ban pleasure service entailed and the doctor evaluated her vagina and anus for He’Ban use, Je’Tar found himself contemplating a very different kind of disciplinary regime for this lovely girl.
* * *
Tera couldn’t seem to think straight.
“Don’t squirm, girl,” Nurse Lilia said in a voice so disapproving that Tera thought immediately of the paddling she had received from the nurse’s hand. “I’d rather not have to restrain you, but I will if I must.”
The strange thought flashed through Tera’s mind that it might make her feel better to be restrained.
Between her legs Doctor Geb had finished the standard pelvic exam and pronounced her healthy a full minute ago, but neither he nor the nurse had given Tera any sort of permission to rise and put on her underwear. Instead, to her dismay, the doctor had said, “I’m going to palpate you now, Tera. Try to relax.”
Then he had started to touch her in a way that no one had touched Tera but she herself, guiltily, in bed sometimes. At that point Tera had begun to squirm.
She protested now, weakly, “But...”
“Hush, Tera,” the nurse said. “The doctor has to evaluate your fitness for sexual activity with a He’Ban warrior.”
Tera’s heart beat so fast she thought it might break free of her chest. Why did the idea of learning what the He’Ban monsters looked like, of finding out what they did with the human girls they took from Earth, not simply disgust her? Why did the doctor’s rubber-gloved hand down there make her squirm not in resistance but in a terrible eagerness for things she had never experienced?
The doctor, who seemed a very taciturn man, spoke for the first time in several minutes. “She’s ready to listen to you, Nurse. Her hymen is intact, but the vagina and clitoris are highly responsive, just the way the He’Ban like them. The anus is quite tight, but definitely trainable, though the training will probably give the girl a good deal of discomfort.”
Tera turned to Nurse Lilia, her eyes wide, as the doctor’s humiliating but terribly arousing ministrations went on. She couldn’t even seem to take in the rudimentary meanings of the words the he had just spoken as if it were a normal part of a young woman’s life to undergo an unguessed-at ordeal of sexual servitude. Above all, she couldn’t seem to understand it because although she had not the slightest wish to learn more about the doctor’s meaning, nevertheless her body seemed to have different ideas. The part of her that he fondled now, giving due attention to the aching center of her heat where her own fingers had discovered how to make lovely things happen, seemed to have a will of its own and even a sentience of its own.
As if reading Tera’s thoughts, Nurse Lilia said, “First, girl, you must understand that what the doctor just said means that however you recoil from the idea, the selection protocol chose correctly in your case. There are girls who would never be happy in the pleasure service. They are rejected from the program before they even move into the dormitory.”
Tera remembered the two days she had spent in the transfer facility. She had had a pelvic exam, of a different kind, with a woman gynecologist then, too. She had been interviewed by administrators who had seemed deaf to her pleas that—just as Nurse Lilia had said a moment before—she could never be happy as a pleasure-girl, and hadn’t the He’Ban promised to make the human race happier than they had ever been before?
“Then there are girls like Rena and Hasma, who are suited to sex work according to the ongoing reconfiguration of human culture under He’Ban direction, but who are unfortunately not suited to the pleasure service of the fleet.”
Tera bit her lip as she remembered Hasma crying when she had to pull up her panties after the terrible punishment Nurse Lilia had administered. Down below, she heard a click, and then a buzzing, and she turned from the nurse to see that the doctor had a strange device with a knob at the end. He touched it to her clitoris, and she cried out.
“Oh, please,” she sobbed, turning back to the nurse to beseech her that it stop. Her hips bucked, and her pussy seemed desperate for more of this sensation that went beyond anything she had ever felt.
“I know what you’re thinking of,” Nurse Lilia said matter-of-factly. “And I know you don’t want to think about it. That makes you special, Tera.”
The doctor switched off the wand thing, pulled it away. Tera couldn’t suppress the little cry of frustration that burst from her chest. She looked from the doctor, who calmly regarded her from where he sat on the rolling stool positioned between her knees, to the nurse. The part of her that seemed to represent her body’s needs inside her mind begged Tera to plead with them to keep examining her down there. The angry, defiant part that would never serve the He’Ban refused.
Still, she had to say something, didn’t she? The nurse had stopped speaking and merely looked back at Tera with an air of inquiry, as if inviting questions with her arched graying eyebrows.
“Special?” Tera whispered, feeling her pussy clench, beseeching the return of the awful device in the doctor’s hand.
Then at last the nurse spoke again, her even tone suddenly becoming, to Tera’s astonishment, almost confidential, as if sharing a secret Nurse Lilia knew would have great significance for the future pleasure-girl.
“The He’Ban race is humanoid, as we are—of course, since we’re human. They have the same pattern of limbs we have, and although their skin is rough and more like armor, their faces look very handsome to us, though in a severe way. Their warriors, whom you will serve, are also red, and average more than two meters in height.”
Tera felt her lips part in astonishment. None of the horrible rumors of tentacles and stingers had any truth to them, then?
“The He’Ban have evolved to a much greater extent than humans have, since their DNA is at least five times as old as ours. Under the influence of their culture, the race has split into several castes, of which the hierarchs, who are asexual, are the dominant one, with the warriors just below. Female He’Ban have evolved into their own caste. Reproduction, which was in their old days—tens of millions of years ago—painful to both male and female He’Ban, is now accomplished by technological means in a way we would call completely nonsexual. The continuing bodily needs of the warrior caste, which are it seems indissolubly bound to the aggression they require to perform their cultural function, were also met through technological solutions, until fifty of our years ago.”
The nurse paused, and her face wore an expectant air. Tera’s arousal had abated during the lengthy explanation, but now as she understood what Nurse Lilia had just implied, and what it meant for her future, her body betrayed her again. A wave of warmth and even of wetness went through the part of her body in which it seemed a He’Ban warrior would take a proprietary interest.
“When they conquered us,” Tera whispered.
Nurse Lilia nodded. “Human girls provide He’Ban warriors with a kind of sexual outlet never known before to their species. They didn’t grasp this potential immediately, and indeed whatever the rumors say it was our own governments’ fault that they conquered us instead of simply treating us as a subordinate partner. But once a He’Ban warrior had a chance to interrogate a young female soldier for the first time, and removed her uniform in order to examine her, the pleasure service was born. Some He’Ban warriors still use the masturbation tech, but many more have discovered the delights of coitus with human girls—and, because of the nature of warrior culture, of strictly disciplining them.”
Tera had begun to breathe in short pants at the mental image of the female soldier’s interrogation, and now the doctor turned on the wand again, and she cried out as he put it firmly to her clitoris. Once, playing with herself in bed, she had felt the thing she had heard called an orgasm, and it had made her feel almost as ashamed as it made her feel good, because she had wanted to stop so that the other girls in the dormitory wouldn’t hear her, but she hadn’t been able to rest until her lewd fingers had brought the climax of her pleasure. This orgasm, so much stronger, felt even more shameful—and even better.
As the shudders left Tera’s body, Nurse Lilia spoke one more time. “Listen carefully, girl. That soldier saved the human race. The He’Ban hierarchs were persuaded only with difficulty not simply to glass Earth, as they call it. The warriors saved us, because the pleasure service is not something they are willing to do without, now. You have the fate of your species in your hands, and in the parts of you your warrior masters will use.”
Chapter Three
Je’Tar had to have her for his own. There would be no sharing Tera. What the nurse had said about her special attraction certainly had a g
eneral truth to it, but Je’Tar couldn’t help thinking that it also had a very specific application to him. Yes, he couldn’t think of a fellow fleet officer who wouldn’t want to fuck Tera, but Je’Tar felt an urgent need not just to enjoy her body but to hold her close to him, to learn about what she liked, to teach her not to fear the He’Ban.
The emotion took him so thoroughly by surprise and had to it so many unfamiliar elements that he couldn’t believe it to be anything other than the ut’wei-qe, the ancient binding of mates that never now occurred between two He’Ban because of the separation of the castes. He had met an admiral the previous He’Ban year (roughly ten Earth years) who had confessed over an urn of ye-de that he had felt the ut’wei-qe for a human girl. It had seemed strange and even rather monstrous to Je’Tar.
He had enjoyed fucking the girls aboard his ships from the time of his rising to lieutenant’s rank out of the academy, and he had known from the start that his interest in them extended slightly beyond what most warriors felt, but to try to bond with a human girl? Je’Tar had kept his nose—the most emotionally expressive part of the He’Ban body—carefully neutral in the presence of his superior, but his mind had recoiled. The admiral himself, despite his inebriation, had quickly added that he had had the girl transferred to a ship on a distant station and had sought gen-sar purification. The gen-sar procedure was terribly tedious, but it had left the admiral able to fulfill his duties without fear of a conflict between them and his feelings for a pleasure-girl.
“You may get dressed, Tera,” Nurse Lilia said, far below on Earth, in the vast center the humans had built in the arctic wastes of the continent they called Asia, for the fulfillment of the duties imposed upon them by their He’Ban masters. “You will follow me to the room where you will stay until the time comes to join your starship.”
“But...” Tera protested weakly. “But I’m... I’m like Hasma and Rena! I’m...”
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