by Powerone
Michael watched as Mia explored her own body, first her breasts, and then, her touch made her nipple grow dark and big. Her hand slid over her smooth, flat belly and touched her bush. He saw her body tremble from her touch, but her fingers slid down lower as they found her thick, tight pussy lips with questioning fingers. Michael was sure he could see the bright light twinkle on the first drops of her arousal. She had been dormant for ten years, the time when a girl would explore being a woman. Mia was confronted with a body she didn’t understand, but Michael would teach her all that she needed to know, including how to attain pleasure from her body and to give pleasure in return.
She felt wetness between her legs when she touched her sex. Fearing she had wet herself, she pulled her hand away, but a strange tingle of pleasure lingered between her legs where she had touched. It was as though her body beckoned her fingers to return. She wiggled her toes and then brought one leg up, feeling her muscles begin to respond to her brain. She started to get up, but the creature moved closer to her, so she huddled in fear back on the bed.
“It’s okay, Mia. Let me help you.”
The voice shocked her. It spoke in a deep, gruff voice. The head moved closer to her and she could see its features. It looked like a woman, but the features were different. The chin was broad, the mouth wide. The skin looked rough, like an animal, and there were traces of black hair on the face. Otherwise, it had a mouth, nose and two eyes, just as she did. It knew her name.
“What are you?” She said it, but her voice trembled in fear. She didn’t know whether the fear was from what it was or that it would harm her. Then, she saw a hand, just like hers, but much bigger, reach down to her.
“I’m the captain of this vessel. Captain Michael Davis. But you’ll call me Master or Sir when you address me.”
“I didn’t ask who you are; I asked what you are.” She regretted saying it as soon as the words came out her mouth, but she had to know. She was afraid the creature would be offended.
“I’m a human just like you. At least sort of like you. You’re a female. I’m a male.” He saw the confused look in her eyes.
“How come I never saw one before? I haven’t been here for my whole life. I was at an orphanage and there were only females like me. Is your breed extinct except for you?” There couldn’t be many of them left.
“There are more males than females on Earth. But, you’re no longer on Earth. We have travelled to outer space. You’ll meet other females like you, but there are also four males like me, though they are younger than I am. But, we’ll discuss that later. Give me your hand.”
She was confused, but she was glad to stand up, even if this male helped her. She stepped out of the bed. She didn’t have any clothes on. She always had clothes before. “I need something to put on, clothes,” she added, in case he didn’t understand. He didn’t wear anything but maybe the males didn’t wear clothes. It looked like it would be difficult with that big protrusion that he had stuck out as if it were out of control.
“There is no need of clothes here, Mia. You’ll understand soon enough. Come, let’s go.”
She had no choice; at least she was free of the confines of the bed. They walked through the strange structure. She’d read about space exploration, but she’d never expected that she’d be part of it. She didn’t know how long she’d been asleep, but by her body, it had to be at least six or seven years. Maybe more. They walked down empty corridors until they got to a large room. It looked more like a storage room than anything else. He led her over to one of the six doors on the far wall.
“In here, Mia.” He opened the door and turned on the light.
She was surprised that this room wasn’t a storage room like the big one. It had a bunch of furniture and tables in it. It almost looked like the infirmary at the orphanage. “What is this?”
“I said to call me Master or Sir. Next time, you’ll be punished for your disobedience.” He saw the scared look in her eyes. “I’m going to examine you, Mia.”
“But the women examined me.” Then, she quickly added, but it sounded strange. “Master.”
“From now on, I’ll cater to your needs, and in the future, other males will take my place. You’ll call them all Master or Sir and you’ll do as they say.”
She didn’t say anything, afraid of what she got into.
“Over here, sit down on the chair.”
She’d never seen a gynecology chair before or she would have been worried. The chair was gleaming stainless steel with leather padding. There were strange sections to it, some looked like large wings and there were black leather straps on it. She sat on it, her buttocks stuck to the leather seat.
“Lean back and put your legs out in front of you.” She was worried, but she did it in spite of her fear. “Hands over your head, high up, stretch them out.” He walked behind her and grabbed both of her wrists. She tried to pull them away from him, but he quickly overpowered her and she submitted. He wrapped the cuffs around her wrists, and then, he pulled them through the rings until her arms were stretched out high over her head and fit into the stainless steel sleeves. He snapped them tight. When he released her arms, she looked over her head and tried to pull her arms free. They wouldn’t move more than an inch.
“You tied my arms! Master.”
“Yes, you’ll find that you’ll spend a lot of time bound. Nothing to worry about, it’s just a precaution to make sure you don’t injure yourself.”
How would I injure myself? He was being strange, but her eyes wouldn’t stop looking at the large appendage he had. It looked like it got bigger. She was afraid to ask him what it was for.
“Now for your legs, Mia. Relax them and I’ll take care of them.”
She felt his powerful hand grip one of her ankles too hard. She’d never be able to pull her leg away from it, so she surrendered. He pulled her leg to one side and then put it into a large metal trough that almost covered her leg from her ankle up to just below her knee. She felt another leather strap go around her leg, and she knew it was trapped. He went to the other side and made short work of securing her other leg. She didn’t know what to think. This male bound her to this strange chair, and she didn’t know why.
Her body was stretched out naked and bound for him. Michael brought the metal tray next to the chair, but there was a white cloth covering it, so she wouldn’t see what was beneath the towel. “Relax, Mia.”
She grew more scared when he told her to relax, as if something bad would happen that she wouldn’t be able to stop. He moved next to her, and her body trembled in fear. She tugged on the straps that held her, but they bound her tight. She looked at the large hand that moved next to her upper body, and it was as if it were in slow motion. His fingers moved to her breast, and she cried out when they touched her. “AAAAWWW!” It wasn’t just the shock of a hard, calloused hand that touched her nipple but the surge that drove deep into her breast. She felt something she never felt before. “Nooo, don’t,” but the fingers ran lightly over the very tip of her nipple, and she felt it grow big and hard. She didn’t understand what was happening to her, but the more his fingers ran over her swollen nub, the less she wanted him to stop.
He looked down and could see that she felt something and it felt good. She clenched her lips as his fingers became bolder. With two fingers, he exerted pressure on the nipple trapped between it and felt her arch her back as though she was pushing her breast into his hand. He gripped her nipple harder until he got a moan from her lips. But, he still didn’t release it, not yet. She’d have to learn pleasure and pain until she couldn’t distinguish the two.
His finger pinched her nipple, but it wasn’t pain she felt. She squirmed on the leather seat, her butt wet from sweat, but she felt a shameful wetness between her legs as though she had an accident. Her nipple was trapped between his powerful fingers and crushed it, but the pain didn’t feel like pain. It was as though she relished what he did. Then, she felt it. It rubbed up against her side, and she looked down quickl
y when she felt the hot flesh touch her as if she’d been burned by it. His thick appendage bounced against her side. Each time it hit her flesh, it would bounce up, only to come back and touch her again. She couldn’t understand what she did to make it that way. His finger began to twist her nipple, and she looked down to see her flesh gnarled by his fingers, but all she felt was the blood pound in the tip with such pleasure. He pulled his fingers away, but he licked them, and when he touched her nipple again, she shuddered as the cool air blew on her wet nipple. It was as if he froze it.
He played with her nipple, then his hand clenched her full breast and he squeezed it but made sure that her nipple was rubbed as he did it. He bounced her breast and watched the young flesh bounce back. Then, he made her cry out when he leaned over her and his mouth found her hard nipple. His lips clasped around it, and then, he used powerful suction to draw it into his mouth. He waited as she cried out softly, then his tongue went to work on licking it as his teeth bit into the soft flesh of her areola to grind back and forth, as he worked over her breast and nipple.
She couldn’t understand why he would take her breast into his mouth, but he did. She shivered when he sucked it deep into his mouth. It felt like he tried to tear her nipple off, and the minute his teeth bit down just beneath her nipple, she froze, afraid he would bite it off. But she couldn’t stay still very long when his hot, wet tongue went to work on the tip. It felt like sandpaper at first, but then, her nipple swelled to a rock-hard pebble. His other hand reached over, grabbed her other breast and began to rub and squeeze it. She didn’t know why he did it to her, but she didn’t find it unpleasant; in fact, she liked it more than she cared to admit to herself. He finally pulled his mouth and hand away, and when she looked down, she was surprised at how big and red her nipples had become.
Michael moved in front of her, standing between her legs. He pushed the button on the remote, and the twin troughs that held her legs slowly began to part. He moved between her legs as they opened her up until he stood at her crotch. Her tight, virgin pussy was openly exposed to his eyes.
She was afraid of his large appendage when he stood between her legs. It was as though he aimed it at her, but it was too big for her. She saw him take out something that scared her. It looked like a sharp knife, but it was small, but the light glistened on the sharp edge. “Don’t cut me!” She cried out in panic.
There were laser cutters that could have shaved her bush with much more ease, but Michael preferred this. He found it in an antique shop. It was a straight razor and he honed it to a sharp blade. “I’ll be very careful. I need to shave off that unsightly hair that covers your pussy. Relax; I think you’ll find it enjoyable.”
“My pussy?” Then it dawned on her what he meant. She felt stupid that she didn’t know. She didn’t understand how shaving off the hairs between her legs would be enjoyable for her, but she couldn’t deny that the patch of hair between her legs was unsightly. Then, she felt him put the shaving cream between her legs, but it was the touch of his hands that made her shiver. Why do I feel something between my legs when he touches me there? It got worse as he began to rub the cream with his fingers to run over the edges of her slit. She looked down to see her covered in the thick, white soap.
“Hold real still now, Mia.” Michael began to neatly shave off the thick clumps of hairs at the top and then worked down the sides of her slit. His fingers grabbed one of her lips as she cried out in surprise from the touch. He continued, pulling one lip open as he used the razor to run gently but firmly along the edges of her pussy lip until it was clean. Then, he did the other, and he could feel her body tremble as his fingers touched her in places that no man had ever touched before. He began to shave off the rest of the hairs, all the way down to between her legs. He looked at his work, and his cock jumped in excitement from the view. Her pussy was shaved and as clean as a ten-year-old girl, but the full, tight lips revealed that she was much more than that. “That’s a lot of hair for ten years, Mia. Just a bit more to shave, and then, I’ll clean you off.”
So I am twenty now! No wonder her breasts were so big and she had a full bush between her legs. She might be twenty, but she didn’t feel like it. Then, she felt her legs being moved, fearing that he would spread her too far, but it was useless to fight, unable to pull her legs from the deep troughs or the tight straps that secured them. The chair didn’t spread her legs wider, but instead, it closed them, but then, it moved them up toward her head. She had no choice but to allow her knees to bend, otherwise she was sure that they would break. Her legs were brought up, and then, it changed directions once again. Now, they began to spread again, but they pushed back until she felt her ass pulling off the seat of the chair. It was as though her body was bent in two. She couldn’t stop as the cheeks of her buttocks parted. She tried to clench them tight, but she couldn’t do much as she was spread so wide. “No, not there!” She felt the cold shaving cream rubbed between her cheeks.
“Relax, Mia. You have little, tiny, fine hairs on your ass. I want you clean.” She had no choice. He began to run the razor along the edge of her crack, using his hands to pull her buttocks wider apart. Her muscles fought him for a second, but he won out with his strength. “Hold still,” he warned her as he ran the sharp razor over the raised bud of her anus.
He pried her buttocks apart like a ripe fruit, but the worst was when she felt the razor run over her anus. She couldn’t stop the muscles from tightening from the unnatural touch. She shivered in fear that she would be cut, but he was careful in spite of the spasms in her tiny hole. He finally finished.
Michael picked up the bottle of lotion, a special concoction that he invented. It would make her skin feel cool but also tight. It was very slick, thanks to its molecular structure and wouldn’t wear off like the old conventional lubricants of the past.
“AAAWWWW!” It felt cold as he poured something between her legs. She could feel it run down between the lips of her pussy, but it didn’t stop there. The way she was bent in half, some of it ran between her cheeks and over her anus. Then, she felt his hand. It surprised her that it was gentle as it moved over her pussy. It felt strange, her skin so smooth now. It almost felt natural. She felt his fingers rub along the edge of her pussy lips and the tingle she felt returned, but now, it was more intense. More fingers joined in, and she felt her lips pinched but gently at first. Then, they tightened and they slid up and down. She felt her lips pulled out, but it didn’t hurt. It felt good. Too good.
He did a good job shaving her, the skin smooth and slick. She had full pussy lips as his fingers gripped them, hard to do when she was so slick, but he tightened enough to grab them. He pulled her lips out as he ran his fingers from the bottom of her slit all the way to the top and back down. He felt more slick juices, but it wasn’t what he put on her. This was her arousal. He suspected that she never had an orgasm, but he would soon cure her of that.
She felt lightheaded as his fingers touched her more. They began to explore her pussy, something that she’d never done before. She felt one of the petals of her lips pulled back, but this time, another finger slid along the inside and touched her where no finger had ever gone before. She felt strange shivers run through her body, and the more he touched her, the more she grew flushed and her body trembled with unexplained feelings. “What are you doing to me?” She was sure that she was beat red, her skin felt so hot.
His fingers explored the smooth flesh of her inner lips and found them wet. He could feel her body respond in spite of not knowing what was happening to her. He pushed his finger all the way down to her pussy, and he felt the tight hole fight back the intrusion of his finger, but he was relentless until the slightest bit of his finger entered her and he felt her elastic hymen stop him. He wouldn’t bust her with his finger. She’d learn that a cock would do that.
“No, not there,” she felt violated by his fingers as he touched her in such a place. His finger retreated but then slid back up her slit, and this time, she cried out when he t
ouched her in a place that she never felt before. “What are you doing?” She panicked as his finger touched her in a place that sent shivers of lust into her body that she never felt before.
“That’s your pleasure button, your clit. It is the center of all your pleasure. Let me show you.” Michael was eager to make her cum, but he would do it with his mouth.
She lost sight of him for a second when he bent over, but then, she felt what could only be a wet tongue as it licked up her spread thighs, one side to the other until it reached her crotch. His fingers peeled back her pussy lips again, but it was the wet tongue that explored her inner lips, not a finger. She could feel his hot breath blow on her pussy, but it was the tongue that brought her such pleasure.
Michael liked the lemon taste of the oil he used on her as he licked her pussy. He pulled her lips back wide, expecting her to cry out but she didn’t. He ran his tongue over her tight hole as if it was his cock, but she didn’t complain as she did with his finger. She enjoyed the unexpected pleasure she got. He licked up and down her slit, but he stayed away from her clit, at least for now. He wanted her aroused, but he knew that if he licked and sucked her there, she’d explode. When he lightly bit her pussy lips, she cried out softly, but it was more pleasure than pain.
Even bound as she was, she couldn’t stop her hips from moving. She never felt anything like this before and didn’t want it to end. His mouth and tongue was everywhere, his fingers opened her up, and she welcomed the probing tongue in places that had never been explored. He touched and told her of her clit, but he refused to touch her there with his tongue. Why doesn’t he lick me there? She wanted to feel the excitement build higher in her body. Her nipples pounded with blood and were so sensitive that the air that blew on them made them ache. The tongue ran all the way down her slit but didn’t stop there. It slid back farther until she felt the shameful touch of his tongue between her cheeks. He wouldn’t, not there!
