The Yielding of Rose (Terran Captives Book 2)

by Trent Evans

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  Torval chuckled again at the way Rose’s lips curved into a crestfallen moue as soon as she saw what awaited her.

  She already feared it, though Kosha had thus far rarely forced to go inside of it.

  “I see she dislikes it, her little cage,” Torval said.

  “She’ll have to learn to tolerate it, “ Kosha replied, shrugging. “She’s going to be spending a lot of time there.”

  Torval looked behind him toward the corner where the rack sat, waiting like a stalking predator. “And that? Is that for her benefit — or yours?”

  He gave the doctor a wry smile. “Let’s say both.”

  “Have you begun her training yet?” Torval began a slow circle around the girl, his arms clasped behind his back, affecting an air of disinterest.

  But Kosha knew better.

  “I’ve started it. Still have to teach her how to use her mouth.”

  “And her ass,” Torval said, as if to himself, the eagerness there in his voice only partially submerged.

  “In due time, yes.”

  Truthfully, Kosha already had a plan for training her narrow back passage, and though his charge would find it arduous, he very much looked forward to his patience — and in her case, endurance — paying off, finally allowing for the free and pleasurable use of her bottom.

  Eventually.

  “The trainers I provided you should work well. They were designed by a fellow who”—Torval glanced at him—“has experience with human females.”

  The remark reminded Kosha of the disc his friend had given him upon the conclusion of his visit for Rose’s examination.

  He hadn’t yet had the time — and to be honest, the inclination — to explore it yet. But with the doctor standing here next to him, with the shame so obviously radiating from his little captive, the notion began to intrigue him anew.

  Perhaps sharing even a tiny bit of his experience with Rose might be interesting indeed. He knew that it would shame her terribly, that her embarrassment would be all-consuming, but that fact only increased the idea’s allure for him.

  Her mortification aroused him, for it was a concrete expression of her submission to him, of her status as his owned thing, to be disposed of as he saw fit — especially if it gave him pleasure.

  “I intend to begin the training of her ass tonight, but first she needs to learn how to use that mouth.”

  “Ah, yes,” Torval said. “A sweet process, indeed.”

  “How would you know?”

  He asked the question even as he thought he likely already knew the answer.

  Torval stopped directly behind the girl, out of her field of vision, staring down at her as he spoke. “As I said, my friend, you’re not the first one. Not even close.”

  “Have you used a human female then?” Kosha advanced the question even though he knew it could be perceived as bold, even rude.

  He knew his friend better than that though.

  Torval laughed. “I think you know the answer to that question.”

  “What about this human?”

  Torval’s brows lifted and he looked back at him. “Are you serious?”

  Kosha tilted his head, watching his friend closely. “I might be. I might have to think about it first.”

  Torval’s eyes narrowed, then he pointed at the kneeling girl. “She looks to be in fine condition. Better than I expected, actually. Muscle tone is quite good. I take it you heeded my advice in the report I gave you about the gravity well affecting her?”

  “I did.” Kosha smiled, nodding slowly as he looked upon the girl. “It’s added a nice little... dimension to our dynamic.”

  “Enjoying the bouncing of those nice, round tits, are you?”

  “More than you know.”

  Both men laughed, and she peered back over her shoulder at them. Her mouth was open, her lips forming a silent O as her frightened, hunted gaze flitted back and forth between the two of them.

  He saw the doctor’s hand reach up as if to tap his own universal translator, then Torval paused. “Are you sure you don’t want her to hear this?

  “Positive.”

  “But if she can’t understand a word you’re saying, how do you expect her to obey you?”

  “It’s a burden she must bear, and it’s one I enjoy making her bear. Care to examine her again?” Kosha let his voice become a conspiratorial murmur. “This is a… check-up, yes?”

  “I think that would be a good idea.”

  Torval stood back from the girl, allowing Kosha to draw her to her feet with a yank of the leash.

  Initially, he’d planned on laying her over the rack to allow his friend to examine her at leisure, but instead, he drew a blanket from one of his living space chairs, spreading it atop the close-spaced bars of her cage. He forced Rose to bend over it.

  She chanced a look back at him as she did do, her eyes filled with fright and uncertainty, but his growled order to obey made her eyes snap forward once again, and she prostrated herself across the bars.

  Her arms folded beneath her flushing, crimson face as he looked on in aroused silence, the doctor beginning the examination of the girl.

  Torval forced her thighs apart with little slaps to her legs. She obeyed instantly, a tiny whimper escaping her lips as she did so. The doctor felt of the faint pink lines still decorating her lower buttocks, a remnant of an appointment with Kosha’s whip two days ago when she’d failed to properly memorize one of her positions.

  “I’m surprised she doesn’t have more marks,” Torval muttered, sounding almost disappointed.

  “She’s been a good girl,” Kosha said. “Mostly.”

  Rose shuddered as Torval advanced two fingers into the slot of her sex, his other hand patting her bottom as he murmured to her. “It’s all right, girl. Just having a check. It’s all right.” He glanced up at Kosha again. “You’ve had her, I take it?”

  “More than once.”

  “Ah yes, now I see. Oh, yes, definitely no longer intact,” Torval said with a pleased murmur. The faux sympathy dripped from his voice. “You poor girl.”

  She buried her face tighter against her arms as the doctor’s fingers slicked back the hood of her clit, revealing the reddened nodule.

  Kosha smiled as the doctor gently rubbed that bud between two fingers, the girl’s thighs growing taut.

  “I see her reactions are just as good as they were during her last exam. Very responsive.”

  “She’s learned to… adapt to her situation.”

  “I’m sure she has,” Torval said, giving him a droll wink. “As if she had a choice.”

  “The fact that she doesn’t have a choice is precisely what she responds to.”

  “Oh?” Torval’s eyes flashed doubt as he glanced up at him.

  “Her cunt flows like a river whenever she’s forced to kneel before me. And when she presents, her entire body is trembling, her clit standing up, those big pink nipples of hers hard as stone. What do you think that says?”

  The doctor didn’t say anything for a moment. “Adaptation, survival.”

  “No. It’s much much more than that. She likes this. A part of her revels in this, in the submission, in the humiliation, in being made into this...”

  “Thing?” Torval offered. “Your… pet?”

  “If that’s what you wish to call it. She’s not there yet — but she’s getting closer.”

  Torval placed a hand on each of Rose’s buttocks, easing them apart. Her breath seemed to catch in her throat as he did so. “Completely untried here?”

  “I wouldn’t say that,” Kosha said, remembering his exploration of that tight passage during her massage session. “But no fucking — yet. As I said, she needs to be trained first. As I recall, a rather concerned physician acquaintance advised me such a thing would be required.”

  “A very smart someone told you that.” Torval said curtly, though the tone of his voice held no real reproach. “I did some research after her first exam, talked to one of the
other — well, I guess you could call them owners. With training and patience, your little captive here should be able to take basically all of you, unlike when you used her vagina.”

  “Very interesting,” Kosha said, his cock already beginning to stir.

  “You must still be careful, of course — at least at first, but as they become adapted to it, as the sphincter stretches, they take to it remarkably well. Though it’s never going to be easy for her — nor pleasant.”

  “Which only makes it better,” Kosha rumbled.

  After feeling of the girl’s thighs, remarking at the increase in both mass and muscle tone he found there, Torval stood. Kosha didn’t miss the strong bulge at the man’s crotch.

  The doctor was enjoyed this every bit as much as he was.

  “How does she respond to punishment?”

  Kosha was surprised by the question. “Punishment? I didn’t know you medical people were, ah, concerned with that.”

  Torval met his gaze, a sudden somberness there that he wasn’t sure was serious or put on for effect. “Punishment involves her health, and her body — which means I’ll be interested in it.”

  Kosha smiled, this time taking his turn to shake his head. “I see. Yes, to answer your question, she responds to it quite well indeed, though so far I’ve only used my hand, and her strap. She’s very obedient... once she realizes the consequences for not being obedient.”

  “As I said in my written report, the buttocks, thighs and calves are quite capable of taking considerable punishment, and are usually safe. The breasts can also be disciplined as well, though I’d advise using softer instruments or simply your hands. Even the sex can be punished directly, though care must be taken not to bruise the clitoris. And hard instruments should never be used there.”

  “Excellent advice, of course, Doctor,” Kosha said with an incline of his head. “I intend to take it.”

  “Good,” Torval said, standing up. “Good!”

  “Would you... like to see how she does under punishment?” The idea sprang into Kosha’s mind, and before he could censor himself, the words had tumbled from his mouth.

  For the first time, he seemed to have truly stunned his friend.

  “I… yes, I suppose I would.” The bulge at Torval’s crotch swelled even further.

  “Wait here, doctor.”

  Striding as fast as his legs would take him, Kosha retreated to the bathroom adjoining his bedroom, retrieving the hard paddle that he hadn’t yet introduced to Rose’s sweet backside. Now was as good a time as any to test its effect upon his little human captive.

  Finding his friend standing directly behind Rose, in his mind he had the sudden fleeting image of instead finding his friend fucking his captive over the cage, growling at her as he made her take his cock to the hilt.

  Not time for that, Kosha. Not yet, anyway.

  But the thought had been in his mind nonetheless, the power of the imagery not waning in the least. He’d been turning it over for a while now, pondering the appeal of sharing her.

  There was something uniquely appealing to it.

  Though he felt extremely possessive of the girl — in fact, an almost obsessiveness about him when it came to her — there was a certain… frisson when he thought of what it might be like.

  Perhaps it was simply the allure of sharing what was his? He still wasn’t sure he could do it, but the appeal was definitely growing.

  Might this be the first step?

  At that, he extended to paddle to his best friend.

  Torval’s jaw dropped as he looked from the paddle to Kosha, then back again. “Wh — what — what are you doing?”

  “You asked how she reacted to punishment, did you not? I can’t think of a better way for a doctor to answer that question than to provide the punishment himself. Do you object?”

  Torval grasped the paddle confidently. “Are you insane? Stand back.”

  Kosha laughed at the doctor’s sudden confidence.

  Oh yes, this was not at all the man’s first time disciplining the soft, round bottom of a frightened human slave girl.

  The steel bar of his cock ached at the thought.

  “I must use the translator with her, however,” Torval said. “She must know.”

  “Such is your prerogative. You’re the one, after all, who’s punishing her.” Kosha waved his hand, a magnanimous gesture he couldn’t help accompanying with a sly grin. “By all means, tell her what she’s done to deserve it.”

  Torval flashed him a baleful look, then turned to his quarry. He tapped his collarbone, then laid his hand upon the cage, the metal bars creaking slightly as he leaned over the girl, murmuring. “You’re going to be spanked, Rose. I’m going to use this paddle on your bottom, and you’re going to be a good girl for me. You’re going to stay nice and still, quiet and obedient. If you move, I’ll have to give you extras. And I assure you, you won’t like them. Can you be good for me? Do you promise to do what you’re told, to behave?”

  She nodded frantically, unable to look up at the man promising her the pain about to be inflicted.

  “Good girl,” Torval said, caressing her hair.

  She made a sound that seemed to be part terror, part mortification… and perhaps something else entirely.

  Torval took position, placing his big hand across the small of her back, his fingers easily spanning the narrowness of her waist.

  “Just a few now, girl,” the doctor said, softly. “You have a nice, plump bottom. Nothing you can’t handle.”

  Then the paddle was pulled back, whistling down with a crack against the girl’s left buttock.

  Kosha’s cock was already so hard it felt like it was going to batter its way out of his pants as he watched. This was something new, something amazing, and he couldn’t think of a time he’d been more aroused than watching this man paddle his captive human female for no other reason than he could.

  Torval gave her another smack across the opposite cheek, and she mewled into her arms. He was already paddling her quite hard.

  She didn’t last but a handful of additional blows before she was crying out, the hard, merciless paddle leaving dark pink marks upon both shuddering, jiggling buttocks.

  Rose clenched once at a particularly searching blow along her upper thigh, and the doctor scolded her. “You know you mustn’t do that. I’m sure Kosha has already instructed you on that. Is that right, girl? Answer me.”

  She nodded reluctantly.

  “Then loosen them.” He slapped her bottom hard with the flat of his hand, her flesh rippling with the blow. “Loosen them, or the next strokes you receive won’t count.”

  It was fascinating, those few seconds slowing down to a crawl, the lurid tension suddenly heavy in the air as both of them watched the increasingly inflamed buttocks squeeze and tremble, then finally — most reluctantly — loosen, the broad, martyred cheeks going soft once more.

  “That’s a good girl,” Torval said.

  Then the paddling began all over. Crack after crack of the merciless implement against her bottom had her cries rising higher and higher, her buttocks rendered into a dark red, darker splotches forming near her far hip. He paused now and then to smack the backs of her thighs quite crisply, and each time she shrieked, the last volley of harsh blows causing her to burst into tears.

  Torval paused a moment while the girl wept, his strong brow quirking as he looked back at Kosha.

  An unspoken question. Go on?

  Kosha merely nodded.

  Torval’s hand caressed the well-marked crimson buttocks, rubbing in lazy circles across the entirety of her bottom. “Just a few more now, sweet girl. Then your ordeal is done. Be brave.”

  This time Torval carefully aimed each blow, laying two across each bottom cheek, Rose screaming at each one. Then he yawned the buttocks apart and smacked the inside slopes gently, carefully, the edge of the paddle nearly kissing the cringing anus itself. Rose sobbed still harder at this, whether from the shame or the pain Kosha could only g
uess.

  It was easily the equal of the stiffest punishment he’d ever given his slave girl.

  Is that what she is to you now?

  The answer was clearly yes.

  It fit — though he still intended to make her even less than that, if events went as planned.

  Then the punishment was over, the paddle laid atop the blanket next to the sobbing, forlorn girl bent over the cage.

  “Shhh,” Torval whispered, stroking her back gently. He played with her hair, pulling it away from her flushed, tear-soaked face. Her cheeks were awash in tears, her lips so red and plump. He pulled the girl up by a fistful of her hair and took both of her hands in one of his. Amazingly, Torval dropped to a knee before her, turning her so she was forced to face him.

  “Look at me, sweet girl,” Torval murmured, his voice suddenly soft. Even comforting.

  Then she did, and the sight was so beautiful, that for a moment it struck both males into stunned silence, those wide, impossibly blue eyes brimming with tears, tracks of them meandering down her freckled cheeks, her swollen, bitten lips now a bright scarlet.

  It was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. And he had no doubt Torval felt the same.

  The doctor gently squeezed her hands. “You did so well. I’m very proud of you. Now, you be good for Kosha. Be good for your owner. Do what you’re told. Learn from him. Learn to please him. Do you understand?”

  She nodded reluctantly, even as she continued to weep, her gaze dropping to the floor once more as fresh tears slipped down her face.

  Then Torval did something that Kosha would never have expected, the man leaning close and planting a soft, lingering kiss on the crown of the girl’s head, her chin cupped in one hand, the doctor’s fingers caressing her gently. There was a tenderness there that he didn’t even know the doctor possessed — and something in the girl had brought it out in him. It might have always been there, and Kosha had never noticed it, or perhaps in response to the desperate weeping of a well-punished, naked human female it was the only way Torval would ever let it show.

  Though it was over, and Torval stood again, he turned to Kosha, laying a hand upon his shoulder. “You have no idea what you have on your hands, do you?”