by Ashe Barker
Her inner walls contracted around it, responding instantly to the sensuous, pulsing waves. She threw back her head and sighed, then gasped as another climax started to curl deep within. In moments it was there, her senses soaring as her pussy convulsed helplessly. This was stronger, more powerful than before, but passed quickly.
Caria lay still, breathing heavily, surprised at the ease with which she could bring herself to orgasm. Her confidence grew, her sense of self, and ownership of her body and its responses. Phahlen might have ordered this, forced the act upon her and restrained her until she completed it, but the execution of the task was all her own work. And she still had a long way to go.
She lay still, the vibrator now lifeless by her side, and she contemplated her next move. Caria became consciously aware of the butt plug so helpfully inserted by Phahlen. It stretched her, filled her, causing all other sensations to be amplified. Curious, she reached down, between her legs, but still had to lift her hips to be able to reach the protruding portion of the plug. She could have pulled it out, but had no desire to do that. Neither did she wish to face Phahlen’s discipline if she disobeyed him. Whilst he hadn’t actually instructed her not to take it out, he had put it there and his wishes in the matter were implied.
She wanted to obey him.
That realisation stunned her. Where had this submission come from? She resented him, did she not? She hated him as the embodiment of the injustice she felt subject to, yet obedience felt right. She was at ease with it, comfortable in her skin. She twisted the plug inside her, enjoying the pressure it exerted on her inner walls. She pulled it back then thrust it forward, fucking herself with it as she knew Phahlen would if he were present. She was doing his will, and that certainty seemed glorious to her. His approval was everything… the rare flash of his smile, the knowledge that he would appreciate her efforts to please him.
Her other hand reached for her clit. She rubbed the swollen nubbin as she rotated the butt plug, swirling it within her arse as her body responded to the direct stimulation, to the insistent demands of her busy fingers. Another orgasm hovered, dancing just out of reach but she persevered, eventually cresting that elusive hill and slithering down the other side.
Now she was tired. And sated. She wanted, needed no more. Perhaps if Phahlen were here it would be different, she would welcome his cock deep in her pussy, bumping up against her cervix as he fucked her hard, the familiar demanding presence as he filled and stretched her. But he wasn’t here. She was alone, and had a task to perform, regardless of how tired she was.
She reached for the vibrator and jammed it against her clit again.
* * *
Caria was sore. Not only that, she was exhausted. She had failed to keep an accurate count but was sure she had squeezed out at least a dozen orgasms. Her clit throbbed, but not in a pleasant way. The inner walls of her cunt were inflamed, her nipples burned. Her entire body protested against any further stimulation. To add to her misery, she needed to use the bathroom. Caria glared at the flat pan-like bowl Phahlen had left within reach, determined not to subject herself to that additional humiliation if she could help it.
He had been gone for hours. He must return soon, and when he did he would release her and allow her to use the facilities. For now, she might manage to endure her predicament if she were to sleep. She could continue when she awoke. Probably.
But if not, she was content to just doze. She lowered her eyelids and allowed her mind to drift.
* * *
Warmth on her face, her bare breasts, her naked legs. Caria shifted, rolled to her side, stretched. Now the heat permeated her hip, her shoulder, her exposed arm. It was a pleasant, radiant warmth, blanketing her, the soft caress of a summer sun.
She rolled onto her back and lifted her arm to shield her eyes from the bright light that she knew would assault her the moment she opened them. She cracked her eyelids apart, grimacing against the harsh illumination but managing to peer under her arm at the scene below. The city sprawled, spread out in the valley. It was London, the city where she was born, where she grew up, where her parents still lived. She picked out landmarks… both ancient and new… the Tower, over fifteen hundred years old; its grey stone walls a constant reminder of a civilisation where safety was dependent upon a decent barricade. She could see the grandiose clock soaring above what had been the seat of government in Britain before the States of Europe Alliance was forged, later to give way to the Global Jurisdiction that now ruled all of her home world and made barricades redundant.
She pushed herself up on her elbow. She really should be getting up, she needed to move. She couldn’t stay here, it wasn’t allowed. She wasn’t allowed…
She was crying, her tears damp on her cheeks. She swiped them away, but more came, then more still. She was sobbing, grieving for something, something lost, something out of reach. She needed—what? She didn’t know and the realisation made her sob even harder. She was helpless and vulnerable, drowning in her grief, her loss, her despair over mistakes made, roads taken or not taken, people she would never see again and those she might never meet.
* * *
Firm hands grasped her shoulders and shook her. A voice, strong, commanding. Trusted. She turned to face him, but her eyes were closed still. Again? She didn’t dare open them this time, afraid of what she would see.
“Caria, look at me.”
She shook her head.
“It’s me. You’re safe. It’s a dream, just another bad dream.”
“No. No, I…”
“Open your eyes, little human. Look at me.”
Little human? Is that me? Does he mean me?
The mists cleared, just a fraction. Rational thought returned, and along with it the clear, tangible sensation of being restrained. She couldn’t roll onto her side to soak up the soft, warm rays, there was no sun caressing her nude body, just the harsh artificial light of Phahlen’s quarters and the ambient warmth of a climate perfectly controlled.
Caria opened her eyes. Phahlen’s handsome, stern features filled her vision. He was beside her, seated on the bed, his hands on her shoulders, soothing, stroking her. He smiled.
“You had a bad dream.”
“I… was I asleep? It seemed so… real.”
“You have been asleep for a while. I was watching you.”
“I’m sorry. I was doing as you told me, but I was tired and I just needed a short rest.”
“I know, it is all right. I was here, waiting for you to wake up, when you became agitated. Something upset you.”
She thought hard, grappling to remember, to hold onto the images before they dissolved for ever. “Yes, I was at home.”
“Earth, you mean?”
She nodded. “I was on a hillside, looking down on London.” She shook her head. “No, that can’t be right, there is no hill like that…”
“It was a dream, little human. Anything’s possible in a dream.”
“I suppose. It was… lovely. I was warm, even though Earth only has one sun. I was comfortable. I felt safe. And I was free. No, that’s not it.” She closed her eyes again, searching for the right word. Suddenly, she had it. “I was unfettered. No clothes, no responsibilities. No crimes to be punished for. But then it all changed. I was so sad, so lonely, so lost. It was horrible, and scary…”
“You were crying.”
“Yes, I remember that. But I don’t know why, it was just—everything.”
Phahlen stood, and at first Caria thought he would leave her again. She opened her mouth to protest, to beg if she had to. But he just walked around the bed to the panel that controlled the restraints holding her knees apart. He released them, then rubbed her stiff legs until she could move them freely.
“Do you need to use the bathroom?”
She nodded hard.
“In that case I’d better remove that plug.” He did so, his actions gentle but deft. He dropped it onto the floor, then aided her to her feet. She tottered across the room, then turned at t
he bathroom door.
“How much time do I have?”
“How much time do you need?”
“I’d like to take a shower, if I may. Just a quick one, atomic will be fine.”
He grinned. “But you prefer aqueous. Go ahead, there’s no rush.”
Caria wasn’t sure how long she lingered in the shower, but the sensation of water cascading over her tingling body was refreshing, reassuring. Her senses had been on overload, the intensity centred, first on her nipples, then her pussy, arse, and clit. This was different, dispersed, the sublime all-over feeling of just being alive.
She spread her hands across her abdomen, still flat but somehow different. She was alive, and she wasn’t the only one. Phahlen had offered her a way out of her hopeless situation. He had no need to… indeed, it would have been in his better interests to just leave well alone. He could take her baby from her if he chose to, even though she knew that would kill her. But he wouldn’t. He seemed to value her, to want her. He wanted them both and would take care of them both. At least, until Caria was in a position to look after herself again. And that was suddenly much closer than she had imagined.
She turned off the water jets and wrapped herself in a large towel before venturing back into Phahlen’s bedchamber. He was there, lounging on the bed, a tray of food beside him. He gestured to her to join him.
“Masturbating can be hungry work. I thought you might appreciate a snack.”
Her stomach rumbled. He laughed and plastered some sort of pate on a cracker, then he fed it to her.
“What is that? It’s delicious.” She licked her lips, loving the spicy tang the food left behind.
“Vahlean delicacy, made of vegetable roots.”
“It tastes of fish.”
He shrugged. “I wouldn’t know, we consume only vegetable matter as food on Vahle. I daresay I could acquire fish for you if you desire it.”
“I like this.” She glanced up at him. “Will we be going there soon? For my trial, I mean?”
“Baren will take over the Empyrean’s mission for the time we are away. I am hoping to be in a position to return to my home world with you within perhaps twenty cycles. There remains the outstanding business with the Teek to resolve still, and we need to neutralise the Galeian renegades in the archipelago to ensure safe passage for future ships in this sector. But after all that, we will be free to go to Vahle.”
She inched closer to him. “I’m scared.”
He wrapped an arm around her shoulders. “I know. I understand that. But Leken will accompany us and he is the best attorney-mediator I know. This will be all right, Caria. Trust me.”
She met his gaze. “I know. I do trust you, even if… if…”
“Even if you still get a lengthy sentence, you mean?”
She nodded. “I suppose so. I’ll still be with you, won’t I?”
“Definitely. My claim is registered; you are mine, for as long as you remain in custody.”
Neither of them voiced the next question, though it was uppermost in Caria’s mind. What would happen when she was released?
* * *
Phahlen shoved the empty tray to one side and reached for a device on the floor beside the bed. He checked the small screen. “You managed thirteen. With the two I started you off with, your tally so far is fifteen.”
Caria groaned. “Are you going to tie me up again?”
“Would that help?”
“What do you mean?”
“It is a simple enough question. Does being restrained help you to enjoy it more? Does it help you to come?”
“I…” Caria started to deny it, the very notion was ludicrous. But she stopped, met his amused gaze as more of her reality dawned on her. “It might. Yes, I think it would. But… only if you’re here. I hated being tied up and left alone. That was hard, much harder.”
“I would not normally want to make this easy for you, but there is nothing particularly normal about our situation. I like to be in control, you know that, but I prefer to use that control to best effect. So, your wrists, little human, if you please.”
“My wrists, but then I won’t be able to—”
He simply smiled, that sexy, lopsided grin that turned her insides to mush and caused her pussy to moisten despite the sensation overload of the last several par-cycles. She held out her hands to him, palms up. He bent, kissed the centre of each hand, then he picked up a pair of cuffs. They were familiar, the leather ones with metal inserts. He fastened them around her wrists then attached them to a ring on the head of the bed.
“You will be able to lie face down or on your back, whichever I require. You can even sit up if you have to, though I suspect we will not find much use for that. To start with, you can kneel, but put your face down on the mattress and lift your bottom for me. Legs spread, too. You seemed to appreciate having your arse filled, so you can take my cock first. Then, when I’m done with you, I will put the thermal beads in there whilst I extract a few more orgasms.”
Caria moved to get into position, her body tensing then relaxing as he lubricated her rear hole. He worked first one finger inside, then two. Then three. She gasped and turned her head to face him.
“Sir…?”
“Shhh, you are already nicely prepared. This will not hurt.”
“No, but—”
He moved to kneel behind her, loosening the belt and front fastening of his uniform pants in one fluid movement. “Once my cock’s inside, fully inside, I’m going to rub your clit until you come around me. You will come for me at once, no waiting, no delays. Immediately, is that clear?”
Caria gulped. “Yes, sir.”
“You will orgasm again, when I say so. I intend to have at least five more out of you before I let you rest. Any questions?” His tone was clipped, though not cold.
Caria’s arse quivered; she wanted him, wanted his cock to spread her wide, to hurt her. She yearned to feel the burn as he pushed past her tight entrance to seat himself within, actually craved it. She could only nod though, and lift her bottom higher in silent welcome.
“Good girl. That’s my sweet human slut. So wet, so greedy. You want my cock, don’t you, girl?”
“Yes, sir,” she breathed. “Yes, please.”
He paused just long enough to discard the rest of his clothing, then he pushed, the pressure firm, determined. Her ring of muscle ceded at once and the head of his cock slid inside. Caria longed for him to reach around and under her, to strum her clit until she softened further, eager to allow him entry. He didn’t, wouldn’t, until he was balls-deep inside her. He had said so. She pushed back against him to take more, then more still as he added his efforts to hers. The lube helped, as did her relaxed state of accepting, eager arousal. Her body was his, to do with as he pleased and she would love it, would adore anything he chose to give her in this moment.
Inch by inexorable inch he slid inside, deeper, harder, fuller. Her body was stretched, impossibly so, at breaking point. She groaned, whether in pain or pleasure she had no idea and cared even less. Here, now, this alien who owned her, that was all that mattered.
Caria panted as he reached his limit, his balls nudging her buttocks as he filled her to the hilt. He stopped, took a few moments to caress her tender globes with large, circular movements, each sweep bringing him closer, closer still to that point where their bodies joined. He reached her rear hole, tracing the taut muscle pulled wide around his thick cock. Caria moaned, her inner core already clenching, her clit throbbing with need.
“Sir… sir…”
“I want you to come. Now.”
“Sir, I—”
“Now, girl.” He slid his right hand lower and tapped the very tip of her clit. Caria screamed as her release ripped forth, surging from somewhere deep within to send her shuddering off the cliff. She soared, shook, convulsed, her bound hands clenching into fists as she rode the storm of arousal, every nerve ending alight with sensation. At last the waves subsided, but not for long. Phahlen pulled back, t
hen thrust his cock back into her. She cried out, and tightened around him. He chuckled and landed a playful slap on her right buttock.
“Stay loose for this, and soft. You can take over later, when I’m done.”
She obeyed, willing her body to remain pliant as he drew back again and drove his cock deep. He was fucking her hard now, each stroke long and swift and hard. Her clit responded, and Caria rocked her hips as though she might relieve the pressure there. Phahlen’s fingers were faster. This time he pinched the hot, needy little nub. She squealed, so he increased the pressure until she came again, her body convulsing under the onslaught.
“You’re doing well, little slut. So responsive, so fucking hot.”
“Yes, sir, hot, so hot for you…”
“Again,” he commanded, rubbing her clit from side to side, then from base to tip. “Come for me and don’t fucking stop.”
By now his words alone might be enough, but she wasn’t called upon to test that, His fingers rubbed, penetrated, smeared her juices all over as he pounded his cock inside her arse. She heard his breath hitch, was dimly aware of the strong lurch within as yet another climax punched through her. Still he did not let up, increasing the pressure on her already tormented clit to drag another climax from her, then another. This time though it was accompanied by the warm wash of his semen as his balls emptied and he filled her arse.
Caria panted, dragging in great gulps of oxygen. Phahlen was leaning over her, his chest to her back. He hands were under her, caressing her breasts now as he rested, still inside her, still hard and likely to remain so. She turned her head, seeking his mouth.
He was there, kissing her, murmuring praise, whispering that she was a sexy, gorgeous, greedy little Earthling slut. He would have no argument out of Caria. Instead she slid her tongue into his mouth and tangled it with his, loving the intimacy of this shared moment.
