Tameable (Warrior Masters)

by Kingsley, Arabella

  I had never thought of having more children but something stirred with need in my womb when he spoke his resolve to make me conceive when I was his. But a part of me thought of Julian. I imagined the same scene with him. I groaned feeling pleasure at the vivid image of being robustly claimed and made to conceive by Julian. All of my thoughts were now disturbing me. The pleasure I took from being spanked on my bare bottom and pussy where nothing compared to even considering a relationship with two men together. But there it was. What was happening to me? Was this how Trian hybrid women behaved?

  “Mmmmm, I want to play with you more. Give you my own intimate examination but Julian is the doctor and he will know what to look for internally.”

  “But I don’t want to be examined by a man.”

  Roman pulled me up by the tie again and brought me to a kneeling position on the bed.

  “You must learn to obey, Amanda. We are doing all of this for your own good and to protect you. Over the coming days you will learn there is no other choice. Eventually you will find the need to obey us strong. It is the way of our people. We have had to adapt to our new lives on this planet. When I came here over a century ago we became even more protective of the females who came with us and the ones born to our female humans. We govern them strongly to protect them from the dangers that haunt them. You must understand.”

  Roman pulled me along the bed towards one of the bedposts. He loosened the tie and told me to press my hands against the wooden post. The wood was dark and smooth. I hesitated but when I received three firm and sharp slaps to the already red backs of my thighs, I rushed to obey the man.

  “Press your breasts and pussy up and around the post. Hug it tight, baby girl. Closer,” he reprimanded me. He tied my wrists around the post tight. There was no way I could slip them out of the band and make a run for it. My breasts splayed around the post. Roman cupped my naked buttocks and pressed them forward. The post became slick with my wetness when my sex was forced up against it. The smooth wood rubbed against my clit making me even more aroused. The pose I was forced to take was provocative and helpless. I was completely at Roman Price’s mercy and all the more aroused by it.

  Roman moved to pick up his belt from the bed.

  “No, please. I will be a good girl. I am sorry I slapped you.”

  “Not good enough, baby girl. You need to be disciplined,” he told me softly trailing his fingers the length of my spine. Tiny shivers of pleasure fluttered over my skin.

  There was the noise of someone coming fast up the stairs. The door flew open.

  “Ah just in time, Julian to see our baby girl, being whipped. She dared to slap her daddy,” Roman’s fingers were still stroking the skin on my back as he knelt on the bed behind me.

  “I saw what happened in her mind. I see you were also in her mind urging her to mate with you.”

  So that explained the indulgent images of being taken by both men and made to conceive. They made no mention of my own feelings at needing them both.

  “It is my right to try as it is yours,” Roman told him threateningly. “Did you get what we needed?”

  Julian’s eyes were resting on my naked body moulded around the post. He viewed me lustily as he answered Roman.

  “Oh yes. Haydn gave me a small pack, he keeps made up for when Katrina when becomes difficult. She hasn’t long been converted and is still stubborn and reckless with her safety. He likes to regress her back to being as helpless as a babe as she was in the conversion process. It helps to remind Katrina how much she needs his dominant love and protection. She loves it.”

  I looked down at the bag he had slung over his shoulder and looked at him horrified. It was a baby bag. There were pictures of rattles and little babies all over it. Julian reached in to the bag and pulled out a large pink and white diaper, large enough for a grown woman to be wrapped in.

  “When she is finished being disciplined. I want to give her an enema and do a thorough examination of her. Then I want her diapered and in bed. We need to monitor her change. I am positive she is showing signs.”

  “Amanda, have you been having headaches, nausea, other symptoms?”

  “Yes all week but... there is no way you are giving me an enema. No examination and definitely not any diapers,” I was frantic.

  The humiliation, the shame...

  Roman stroked his fingers along my spine.

  “Shh, darling baby girl. What did I tell you about obedience? We will have it from you. Your safety depends upon it.”

  I grew angry again, straining against my bonds. It was useless.

  “Breath-taking isn’t she?” Julian said to Roman. “So helpless and fragile. It makes me hard just seeing her bound naked against the post.”

  Julian put down the bag and diaper as Roman moved back and folded over his belt.

  “But I don’t like her swearing. Little girls shouldn’t swear at their daddies,” Roman told him.

  Julian grinned widely.

  “I have something that will quieten her.”

  Julian reached in to the bag again and pulled out a baby’s dummy. I went wild banging my breasts and pussy against the post. Roman gripped both of my buttocks tight and pressed my pussy against the post. I moved from side to side only serving to make myself more wet. Desire pooled betraying my temper. I was still.

  “I am going to give you something to suck on, honey. Something that will calm you down,” Julian cooed over me like a baby. He dipped his finger in to my pussy around the post and coated it well.

  I moaned traitorously and bucked when he moved his finger up inside me.

  “Good, baby.”

  He removed his finger and showed me just how wet I was between my thighs. I blushed with shame. He coated the rubber tip of the dummy in my juice and then rubbed it along my lips. He leaned in for a kiss and then quickly inserted the sugar pink baby dummy in to my mouth. My juice was sweet and musky smelling. My tongue wrapped around the rubber plug. I had never tasted myself before and though the taste was not unpleasant I was shamed by doing it.

  I tried to spit it out but the devilish little plug he inserted inside my mouth had a leather tie that wound around to the back of my head. Julian fastened it and nodded at Roman to begin whipping my ass.

  Roman knelt on the bed and flexed the belt he had doubled over. His first strike stung and burned. He had me involuntarily bucking towards the post. The leather was sharp and brutal as it struck my flesh. I muffled my cries around the dummy. My breasts wobbled and rubbed the post in unison with my sex. I became soaking wet. My lips were heavy and swollen as they wrapped around the post. The little bud grew fat and pulsed. Each strike brought tears to my eyes and pleasure to my sex. It took me moments to realise that I was beginning to arch my bare bottom outwards to receive the lash of the belt, which would force my pelvis to buck and rub against the post. Desire pooled and made my uterus contract with pleasure.

  Julian stood before me and cupped my breasts tightly.

  “I think she is very near to coming, Roman. Seems our baby girl likes to be punished. “Her nipples are so hard and perfectly shaped and her breasts are so heavy.”

  “I have felt them. Now baby girl, you have been very naughty but if you come for your daddy then I will be pleased. Do you know why we gravitate to mating with human women, little girl?”

  I shook my head in between strikes.

  “Because they are more easily tamed than any other alien women. They are also more loving. You will be tamed Amanda. You are tameable.”

  My head fell back when he pulled my nipples hard and stretched them outwards. Roman was well in his stride now and Julian’s manipulation of my breasts sent me crazy. Forgetting how I looked, I shamelessly rubbed my clit against the post after each crack of Roman’s belt against my buttocks and came like a wanton bitch in heat, treating the post like the dominant phallic symbol it undoubtedly was.

  Chapter Five

  I lay on the bed on my front, exhausted and spent with desire and soreness
to my bottom. Roman rubbed my bottom, massaging it with a cream. It was cool and soft taking some of the burning sting out of my poor chastised rump. At least they had taken the dummy out.

  “Have you prepared the enema yet?” Roman called over to Julian.

  “Yes put her in the position, I told you to. Put this sheet under her.”

  Roman lifted me up easily and slipped the plastic sheeting under me. My protests were once again silenced by the dummy.

  Julian approached me. He had taken his suit jacket off and had rolled up his sleeves. He had put on some surgical gloves. Roman got me to move on to all fours and then lean forward until my shoulders supported me on the bed. The position thrust my bottom up in to the air. I had never felt so open and vulnerable to male penetration and examination. I was naked and controlled by the two men. The shame and humiliation of being so intimately viewed and probed brought gentle tears to my eyes. I heard a bottle being squeezed.

  “Roman, open up her buttocks, so I can get a good look at her before I administer the enema. Let’s get you nice and lubricated, baby,” he said softly, making his voice caress me like a soothing balm.

  I felt my buttocks being opened wide, exposing my dark puckered entrance. A latex gloved finger circled the virgin hole with cool lubricant, drenching me. I felt him slowly and carefully, slide inside my anus, stretching the entrance.

  “You feel good in there, baby. It widens and stretches inside the anus in the conversion and penetration becomes easier. He made me squirm when he ran his finger up inside and around the channel. It is already dilating. You are well on the way. I felt the same in you vagina before. You need to be clear inside because your organs will reshape in to Trian ones. Your heart will also stop when it enlarges and then restart after five minutes. In essence, baby girl, we are preparing for you to give birth to yourself.”

  “I heard from my wife the conversion was more dangerous for women because of the way the reproductive organs changed. I was not present for her conversion.”

  “I have been trained in the conversion process but never had to do it before. I want her clear inside to help everything progress along nicely.”

  Julian had his doctor’s voice on but there was no mistaking the warmth in it for my personal care and the responsibility he took with it.

  “Ok, baby girl, here we go. She isn’t going to like it when the water rushes in to her colon.”

  I turned my head to the side when Julian moved away from me and disappeared in to the bathroom. He came out holding a coral bag filled with water and well lubricated tube. I held my breath and squirmed a little wanting to run away. I had never experienced having an enema and I didn’t want to start now. But Roman held me fast.

  “Come on, now be a brave girl for your papa,” he insisted stroking my spine. He splayed my buttocks open again for Julian and I felt the tube being inserted. The discomfort was awful and I tried to move but as more of it was forced inside me I found there was little point in resisting.

  “Right, baby girl, I am going to let the water flow in to your rectum. Then I am going to plug you for a few minutes so you hold it and get a thorough wash in there.”

  The water was lukewarm. It flowed freely along my channel and filled my stomach.”

  I calmed myself and fell obedient, trusting both men with my welfare. I was truly helpless in their grasp and care. It was a little frightening but also strangely soothing and protective.

  “Nearly all in. You are doing very well. Just a little bit more water to take.”

  I felt my stomach swell against the bed giving me the illusion of being pregnant. The very idea of mating and conceiving with both men entered my mind again, making me moisten. But then the cramping in my stomach started. I groaned with pain.

  “What’s happening?” I asked out of breath, reaching to hold my stomach.

  “Stay where you are, baby and relax. Hold it all in for a few minutes so you get a good wash in there. It is all going to help with the conversion and cause you less pain when it occurs. I am going to help you by plugging your bottom. Now keep calm as I take out the tube.”

  I cried out a little when I felt Julian wobble the tube inside my anus and then pull it out slowly. Roman’s lips caressed my back to soothe my agitation. The cramps grew in intensity making me groan louder. The urge to release the water was overwhelming making me try to move when the tube was free but two gentle swats of my bottom from Julian had me holding still again.

  “Open her bottom and hold her still again, Roman. We have to make her hold it. This helps clean her system but also lets her know we are in charge as her protectors. They are often used to master a Trian female.”

  I became angry once more.

  “I will not be mastered by anyone! You can’t— ow! ”

  I felt the tip of another piece of rubber being pushed up inside me with determination as well as care.

  “Yes, you will be, baby girl. Your life depends on it. We cannot protect you effectively from all the dangers you face in your new life if we do not have your complete obedience. For your own good you will surrender to our mastery. Now hush up while I plug you.”

  “I need to go to the bathroom,” I groaned feeling hot and distressed.

  Roman closed my buttocks around the plug. I felt so full and distended. He placed his hand on my bare back and held me down in position when I tried to move from the bed.

  “Good girl,” he soothed.

  “I need to go to the bathroom,” I moaned again. “Please... ”

  I heard Julian remove his gloves.

  “For the next few days until the conversion is over we will be controlling the functions of your body, baby girl. So you better get used to it.” Julian rubbed my bottom and then pushed the plug in a little further as if to emphasise his point and his control of my body. “It will be safer that way so I can monitor how you are doing. The conversion process is dangerous, as I said before, especially for women. It can kill you if it is not handled correctly, and we are not going to lose you.”

  “I won’t let you master me. I just got a divorce— I need to go. It hurts, it hurts. Bastard.”

  “If you do not watch that tongue of yours young lady, I am going to make you release the water and the contents of your stomach that come with it in a potty right here in front of us.”

  At that point I was in two minds whether I would have cared about such a humiliation. My stomach was cramping hard and I needed to let it go.

  He spanked my bottom hard.

  “One more minute to go. Hold it.”

  Another minute passed slowly.

  All of a sudden Julian’s arm was under my body and lifting my naked form up. He carried me to the bathroom. I was so close to being unable to hold it in any longer. All of my muscles were straining to accommodate the heavy water. He sat on a black wrought iron chair with a cushion next to a large sunken in bath in the grey marble bathroom. He placed me over his knee and removed the butt plug carefully. Then he lifted me again and placed me on top of the toilet seat. I could barely look at him with shame. My cheeks burned hot with embarrassment.

  “When I leave and close the door, you may release the water. After you have finished and cleaned up, I want you back outside for a pelvic examination. I will also take your temperature in your rectum. I don’t want to hear any language of complaints from you or I will make sure the examination is conducted in front of a couple of our neighbours. “

  He put his hands on his hips and looked down at me with stern authority. His handsome dark eyes boring in to me.

  “If we have to come down on you hard, Amanda, we will. Your safety and existence is important both to Roman and us and to our people.”

  He stood a little while longer, watching me without compassion for my cramps as if to strike his point home. He was a strong dominant figure and I found myself aroused by his power over me despite my discomfort. Finally, he moved to the door and walked out closing it behind him. With a heavy sigh of relief, I obediently let g
o of the water.

  I washed and cleaned myself up feeling nervous at the thought of Julian examining me internally. I glanced at the window on the other side of the bathroom and wondered if I could pull the chair over and jump through it.

  You are naked, dumbo, and it's snowing out there. Not to mention it must be nearly after midnight! No escape.

  Then there was also the possibility of being caught even trying to escape and the humiliation of a public internal examination. I decided to face my fate with dignity and opened the door. Maybe I should be checked out with such a dangerous and frightening conversion of my body to an alien state that was going to happen whether I resisted or not. I strained to look at my sore buttocks in the mirror. They were red as were the backs of my thighs. I remembered how artfully I was spanked by both men to my embarrassment my cheeks reddened to compliment them. But I also recalled the deep arousal and just thinking of it again moistened my thighs and hardened my nipples.

  When I came out Roman was sitting in a chair and Julian was standing with a stethoscope around his neck, his sleeves still rolled up. He also wore a fresh pair of surgical latex gloves. On the bed was another soft sheet. It looked like one you used for changing a baby’s diaper. I frowned.

  “Come here, young lady,” I heard Julian’s stern voice direct my attention to him again. He was holding a long rectal thermometer. I groaned.

  “Please, no. Haven’t I done enough?”

  “What did I tell you? Do you want me to get Hadyn and the other Trian males in the street to watch you being examined or are you going to come over here and be a good girl.”

  My eyes shot open wide with fear.

  No way.

  Timidly I walked over to Julian. He sat down on the other comfortable chair next to a small marble fireplace at the bottom of the bed and beckoned to me. The flames of the fire were burning low. Clearly they had got the fire going when I was dealing with the enema. It gently warmed my naked skin as reluctantly I approached one of my new masters.

  With his free hand he took my arm and guided me over his knee. I heard Roman move and come to tower over my prostrate form. As I lay there my mind kept envisaging my bare chastised bottom and how it was on prominent display but Julian’s lubricated latex finger around my anal entrance was to chase that humiliation away and prepare me for another.