by Ashe Barker
Her chest rose and fell. He lowered his gaze to watch her petite breasts as they lifted with each breath. Her nipples were hard, a deep, rosy pink, just like her beautiful pussy. He shifted his weight to one arm and lifted the other to caress the curvy mound. He took the pebbled bud between his finger and thumb and rolled it. Her cunt spasmed in response and she writhed on the bed, gyrating her tight channel around his cock. Her bound wrists were again behind her head, but by her choice now. Her posture was one of openness, and, just possibly, enthusiastic welcome.
“Am I hurting you?” He was sure he wasn’t, but had to ask.
She opened her eyes. “No, sir.” She paused, the corner of her lip lifted in the faintest of smiles. “Thank you.”
“You are welcome,” he murmured as he drew his cock back, ready to deliver the first real stroke. He plunged forward, not hard but he was firm, decisive, and his angle was true. He filled her completely, and revelled in the glorious friction as his cock dragged against her slick walls. She contracted around him, her pussy already starting to convulse. She might well come from this, and come fast. The combined effect of his cock in her pussy and the toy in her arse would be intense, he had made it deliberately so. Two long, slow strokes later he knew that she would. She shivered and thrust her hips, demanding, seeking even more from him.
Phahlen hooked his arms under her knees and drew her legs up, lifting her, angling her for maximum penetration. His next stroke was sharp, driving deep and causing her to cry out. He pulled back again, and delivered a series of short, shallow strokes. Caria tightened around him, lifting her hips, murmuring incoherent pleas.
“Don’t, please sir, I don’t want…”
“Caria?” He slowed.
“No, don’t. Don’t stop. Don’t tease me, I can’t stand it. I need…”
“You need me to fuck you? You want my cock inside you, don’t you, little Earth wench?” He ground into her, angling his hips to fill her again.
“Yes, yes, yes!” Her cunt tightened, squeezing him, clinging to his solid shaft.
“Ah, fuck…” Phahlen knew this wouldn’t take long. She was so wet, so hot, so fucking tight. His testicles drew up, ready to shoot a stream of semen deep into her. His objective was in sight, yet he slowed, deliberately subduing his own response in order to let her keep pace.
She was there, with him, flying. Her back arched again, she let out a long, keening cry, her pussy contracted and held him in an unyielding grip, her entire body shook with the force of this release. Phahlen groaned, and shot ribbons of his hot cum deep into her.
It had started.
* * *
Phahlen rolled onto his back, carrying Caria with him so she ended up draped across his torso, her legs straddling his much longer limbs. His cock was still deep inside her. He wrapped one arm around her slender back and with his other hand he cupped the back of her head. He lifted his head to kiss her hair.
“So, little human, you survived after all?”
She made a sound that might have been a snort.
Phahlen dropped a playful slap on her bottom. “Have you forgotten so soon what I told you about respect and insubordination?”
She lifted her face from his chest. “You still scared me. Shitless.”
“I know. I am sorry it had to be that way.”
“You can… I mean, you’re still…”
“Still inside you. Ah, yes, there was something I needed to mention about that.”
She shoved herself up on her elbows. “What?”
“I understand human males tend to—subside—after they’ve come. And that they can only find their release once, then they need a period of rest before performing again.”
“Yes,” agreed Caria. “That’s right.”
“Vahleans are less … flimsy.”
“Flimsy,” she echoed. “What do you mean, less flimsy?”
“I mean, we remain erect for much longer. As long as we choose to, pretty much. And after we ejaculate, our cocks actually swell and harden more, particularly at the head. It prevents us separating from our partner for a while.”
“A while?” Caria’s expression was perplexed. “How much of a while?”
He affected a shrug. “An hour or so. Perhaps longer. Of course, if I decide to fuck you some more it could take most of the day.”
“All day? You could continue to fuck me, the entire day?”
“A delightful prospect, now you come to mention it. I hope no emergency calls me away to attend to the needs of my ship. That would be a pity.”
“All day?” she parroted.
“Yes, little human. All fucking day.”
“But, I’ll get sore. It’s already… that thing in my bum…”
“Ah, yes. Allow me.” He slid his fingers down the crevasse between her cheeks until he reached her anus. He grasped the protruding end of the toy and drew it from her body. A quick flick of the control killed the humming, and he dropped it over the side of the bed.
“It can be your task to clean that off, later. Make sure you do a good job because you’d like me to use it again, wouldn’t you?”
Caria ignored his remark. She appeared to be having difficulty grasping his earlier comment. “All day?” she whispered.
“And all night. Not that those divisions mean much in space. I do intend to enjoy your company though, little human, and I think perhaps you’ve begun to realise you might actually enjoy mine.”
Caria dropped her gaze and rested her chin on his sternum. Neither spoke for several minutes. Phahlen was content to let her assimilate these new facts as he savoured the gentle pressure of her quivering pussy walls around his rock-solid cock. Unless she really was too sore to continue, he intended to roll her onto her back again and—
“Why?” Caria’s question disturbed his thoughts.
“Why what?”
“Why this, this…” Apparently lost for the correct word, she settled for squeezing her cunt around him.
“Ah, this. It’s an evolutionary device, I understand. It serves to increase fertility, maximising the likelihood of conception because it forces the female to remain stationary, and prone, until the male decides to let her go. I believe it will serve my purposes well.”
“Don’t you get bored?”
“I beg your pardon?”
“Just lying here? Don’t you get bored?”
“For fuck’s sake, little wench, you have a lot to learn about Vahlean sexuality. And your own too, I daresay. I can assure you, boredom won’t be an issue.”
“But—”
He’d heard enough, and his cock had too. Phahlen shifted, tossing Caria onto the mattress and rolling on top of her. He would have instructed her to wrap her legs around him again, but she did it before he could speak. He grasped her still bound wrists and raised them above her head, pinning them with one hand while the other roamed her breasts. His most urgent needs already met, he took his time. Phahlen explored her at his leisure, teasing her taut peaks, her soft hollows.
“Sir, please stop. Please, I can’t bear it…”
He released her nipple to look up at her. “Caria…?”
Her eyes were closed, her mouth tight. “I need to come. Now. I need you to fuck me. Don’t make me wait.”
“As you wish, little Earth wench.” He drew back his hips and speared his cock deep inside her again. “Just as you wish.”
Chapter Six
Caria lay on the bed long after Phahlen had withdrawn his still hard cock from her body. He pulled on his uniform, stroked her hair and draped a sheet over her, then told her to help herself to food if she wanted it. His quarters were at her disposal, she should make herself at home.
Caria watched him leave, still stunned by what had happened between them.
He made it clear at various stages that she had no choice, then he proceeded to strip away every objection she might have made, overcome every inhibition, shatter every boundary. He had penetrated her, first with fingers, then with the toy she still had
to clean. She had been shocked, mortified, humiliated. Until…
Until her body had shaken and shuddered with orgasm, until he’d built her arousal to such a pitch she had no longer been able to think straight. Her mind might have protested, might have been in denial, but her body had screamed ‘yes.’ By the time he’d finally filled her with his huge cock, there was nothing she wanted more in the entire universe and beyond.
She had wanted him to fuck her, and she had told him so. She couldn’t quite define what had happened between them. All she knew was, she wanted it to happen again but at the same time she resented Phahlen for his easy mastery of her. He had manipulated her senses, brought her gasping to orgasm so many times she couldn’t be certain of the count, then he had just got dressed and strolled out to be about his business. He had set her world on its head, saved her life, then taken it over completely. It all seemed to be in a day’s work to him, yet she was changed and there would be no going back. Her world was confined to these walls that surrounded her now. She lacked for nothing, at least not physically, but her freedom was gone. Gone forever.
Caria rolled from the bed and stretched. She was sore, but not especially so, considering. Phahlen had been in no hurry to conclude their morning’s activities, and had fucked her more or less continuously for at least a couple of hours. She was exhausted, but utterly sated. He was generous and considerate too, though she knew he had no need to be. Whether or not his efforts would have the effect he sought remained to be seen, but she now believed there was every chance that they would.
Phahlen’s obvious pleasure in her body made her more than a breeding machine, she reflected as she clambered into the new all-in-one suit he had provided to replace the one he ruined. So what was she to him? A brood mare with benefits? A fuck toy?
She continued to ponder that question as she worked her way through another bowl of the hotpot Phahlen had produced for her yesterday. She had discovered that the food station could duplicate a previous order, and she found this easier than trying to navigate the complex system of commands to get it to deliver up something new that she might like. When she had finished, she set the bowl aside and wondered what to do next. How long might Phahlen be absent? Did she really look forward to his return?
She was less than best pleased to find that she did. He might be arrogant, overbearing, and too ready to mete out discipline, but he was also handsome, charming company when he chose to turn it on, and he fucked better than any man she had ever known. The latter was no real surprise, she had to admit. His species’ powers of endurance lent him an obvious advantage.
She wandered over to the outer portal and examined the mechanism for any means of opening it. Surely he didn’t mean to keep her a prisoner in his quarters. Or perhaps he did, as there appeared to be no way she could open the door from inside. She leaned her forehead on the shiny, cool surface and beat against the door with her palms. It was a childish, futile act but she did it anyway.
The door slid to the right and Caria stumbled forward. She was caught by two strong hands and Phahlen shoved her back into the chamber. He was gentle enough, but firm.
“You’re causing a commotion, Caria. Half my crew can hear you hammering on the door. Is there a problem?”
“Yes, there’s a problem. You locked me in. You have no right—”
“Oh, I was under the impression that you’re a dangerous felon, convicted of theft and piracy. Are you suggesting you should be free to roam about my ship?”
“I’m not… I never…” She glared at him. “I thought after this morning that we, that you might—”
“I fucked you, as I said I would, but the basic terms governing your presence and status here are unchanged.”
Caria’s jaw dropped. “So, I’m a prisoner?”
“Exactly. I explained that.”
“And confined to your quarters?”
“Naturally. I do have other accommodations I could suggest for you, but I thought we agreed that my brig would not be convenient, not for either of us. My quarters are the best the Empyrean has to offer.”
“But—”
“If you cause any further disruption to my ship, I shall have you restrained and if need be, gagged. Your freedom within this apartment is a privilege, and I could revoke it. Do I make myself clear?”
Caria sank onto the sofa, her mouth set in a line of bitter resentment. Despite the redeeming features he might have shown earlier in the day, the Vahlean commander was at heart a mean bastard and a bully. That rubbish about her so-called crimes was just an excuse, a way to justify his treatment of her.
“Do I make myself clear, Caria, or do you perhaps need another session on the receiving end of my strap? I noticed it had a distinctly calming effect yesterday and improved your attitude considerably.”
“I understand.” She looked up at him, biting back tears, whether of anger or fear she couldn’t make up her mind. He was so different now, so cold. His gentle humour was gone, the tender lover nowhere in evidence. Phahlen had become a cold, stern stranger, and she steeled her resolve. She hated him. “And I’ll be quiet.”
He offered her a curt nod and turned to leave.
“When… how long will you be?” She hated herself now, for betraying her neediness. She hadn’t intended to.
He paused. “Not long, but as commander here I do have duties that require a great deal of my time. You will need to become accustomed to your own company in the years to come.”
After the door swished shut behind him Caria stared at her reflection in the gleaming surface for long moments.
That was the problem, right there. He had said it, his instinct for pinpointing her weaknesses unerring. She hated being alone. Enforced solitude was torture for her and she would never become accustomed to it. She could never bear being alone for long periods. If he forced her to endure this, she would go mad.
There was nothing else for it. Even if he beat her senseless for attempting it, even if she risked running into the Galeians again, or encountering Earth justice, she had to escape.
* * *
Caria spent the next hour or so in fairly unproductive brooding. She amused herself by mentally cursing her captor, heaping every epithet she could come up with upon him. That phase ended when the portal opened again, this time to admit a young crewman. He stepped into the chamber with a fair degree of caution, as though expecting her to attack him on sight. Caria was still wallowing on the hover-sofa but she got to her feet and regarded him with a wariness to match his own.
“Er, Commander Phahlen sent me. He thought…” The lad faltered, then took a couple more steps toward her. “He wondered if you might like some company. I’m from Earth, too, you see, and he wondered if—”
“You’re a human? Like me?”
“Yes. There are several of us on board. The interplanetary treaty, you see. Free movement of personnel…”
“Then you know about… why I’m here?”
“Yes, miss,” he affirmed. “You were rescued from the planetoid, and before that you were a member of a renegade crew. You are serving a sentence for interstellar piracy.”
“I don’t mean that. I was talking about…” She paused and gaped at him. “What do you mean, serving a sentence? I’ve never been formally charged, even less tried and found guilty of any crime.”
“I beg your pardon, miss. That’s what the commander said. But he thought you might be lonely, so…” He shrugged. “If you prefer me to leave you alone, I will.”
“What? No! No, please, wait.” She stepped toward the youth.
He backed off. “The commander said that if I stay with you, you’re to be restrained. He thinks you might try to escape, you see.”
He thinks right. Caria swallowed her irritation, especially as the youth appeared so very apologetic. “Restrained in what way?” Her voice was tight.
“You have ankle cuffs, I understand. Commander Phahlen said I had to use those to fasten you to the chair. I’m sorry, miss, but he was most speci
fic. If you could just fetch the cuffs, and—”
“Yes, yes. All right.” Caria stomped off into the sleeping chamber and retrieved the ankle cuffs from the floor beside the bed. She had hoped not to require these again. The young crewman grimaced as she marched back into the outer chamber and held them out to him.
“Could you put them on, please. In fact, just one will be fine. The left one…”
Caria crouched to wrap the cuff around her ankle, but couldn’t fathom how to secure it. She glared up at the young man. “How do I—?”
“If you could sit at the table, please?” He gestured politely in the direction of the empty space in the centre of the room. A small table materialised, with a chair at either end.
Caria gasped. “What? How did you do that? Where did those come from?”
“Vahleans prefer their space to be uncluttered. Furniture and fittings dematerialise when not in use, and are reconstituted by uttering their names. I mentioned the table, and my request that you be seated implied that chairs were also required. So, here they are.” He grinned at her, as though the matter were quite simple really.
Perhaps it was. Caria hobbled past him to take a seat. The lad followed and bent to secure the cuff. She wasn’t sure how he did it, but the apparatus seemed to respond to his touch where it had been oblivious to hers. DNA recognition technology? Probably. She filed that snippet away.
“What’s your name?”
“Todd…. er, Todd East, private first class, miss.”
A private was, as far as Caria was aware, the lowest rank in the interstellar space fleet. “Is this your first posting then?”
“Yes, miss. Could I have the other cuff, please?”
