At some point during Laaruu’s devoted attentiveness, Kimi lost track of where hurt left off and bliss began. When Laaruu shoved three thick fingers in her, he found her sopping wet. Her eyes welled with tears to be discovered in such a state.
“Hush. Is this not how I told you it would be? You are already eager for my punishments as well as my rewards. Learn to accept that.”
He pushed her off his lap, making her lie on the bench with her legs splayed open so he could access her. He continued to fuck her with his fingers, slamming in deep so that she ached with the force of the taking.
“I’m delighted with your acceptance of my command over you. It’s not your cunt anymore, is it? It’s mine. Say it.”
What choice did she have? “It’s not my cunt. It’s yours.”
“That’s right. It belongs to me, to delight or to discipline. Let’s prove that, shall we? I’m going to spank my cunt. I’ll spank my cunt with a firm hand, and you’ll keep your legs open for it.”
The clit stimulator increased its rapturous vibrations an instant before his palm landed the first blow. Yet again, it became impossible to understand what was pleasure and what was pain as Laaruu slapped her pussy again and again. No, not her pussy. His. Somehow, Kimi knew that difference must become ingrained in her conscience, at least until she located Raven and the kidnapped women. Until she escaped to her Earth with them.
The goal was a life raft, and she clung to it with all her might. She’d do as Laaruu wished—she’d get clean and strong. She’d find Kimi Furio again, bring that corpse to life. Then she’d redeem herself by saving the others and escaping Laaruu.
For now, she was simply the woman attached to Laaruu’s sexual property. He spanked hard, as he had promised he would. She sobbed, humiliation burning bright. Not so much at her surrender or that he stared at her sex with such intensity, as if the rest of her didn’t exist. Her mortification was due to the sensual enjoyment she found in what he did to her. Damn it, why did being his toy leave her so hot, so wet for him?
She had no answers. Despite Laaruu’s cruelty, arousal mounted higher and higher, until she clenched with desire at his every strike. Her legs splayed as wide as she could force them, offering the stinging, spasming flesh to its owner.
Laaruu stopped, his chest heaving as he gasped. His gaze met Kimi’s. “If you only knew what you do to me when you give yourself so completely.”
She didn’t speak, because she had no idea if she were required to. With a groan, Laaruu opened his pants and drew out his livid cock. He climbed up on the bench, crouching over her face. When the flared head, fevered with excitement, pushed against her lips, she opened to him.
Laaruu pumped his hips over her, feeding her his length, fucking her mouth with leisurely satisfaction. He took his time, allowing Kimi to draw all the breath she required before he slid deep, his groin meeting her lips. The occasional sweet-saltiness of desire spread over her tongue, and she swallowed it with his shaft. She lay pliant beneath his thrusting hips, offering whatever hole he wished to fuck. Again, his use was more arousing than she thought it should have been. Ignoring her objections, her—his—pussy clenched, in rhythm with Laaruu’s thrusts down her throat. Meanwhile, the clit stimulator hummed along, providing the growing excitement her own touch would have, had she been able to touch the sensitive flesh.
Laaruu’s small spurts of passion were frequent when he withdrew from his languorous use of her mouth. “So sweet,” he sighed, pressing a gentle kiss to her swollen lips before moving into position to fuck her—his—cunt.
He was not gentle. He thrust into her, spearing her with tremendous force so that Kimi cried out. Laaruu pounded against her, making her take a cock she was positive he’d increased the girth of with his shifting abilities. Had she not been so wet, the pain would have been horrific. As it was, she couldn’t help but struggle to escape. Her gyrations excited Laaruu more, and he hammered into her with greater strength.
The clit stimulator ramped up its efforts as Laaruu’s cunt tried to push its master out. Kimi could no more resist the violent orgasm that exploded than she could buck the Paatiin off. The surges of ferocious passion ebbed for only a few pulses before another climax tore through her. Her screams mingled with Laaruu’s exhortations.
“Yes! Come for me! Again! Again!”
Her existence was pure turmoil, constant surges of mind-obliterating delight mixed with agony that fed rather than diminished the rapturous orgasms that pummeled her, one after another. She had no escape from the storm until Laaruu froze, his face a rictus of exaltation. His sex throbbed, emptying inside her with jolt after jolt until his cream trickled from the pussy he’d claimed.
He covered her, his chest heaving against hers. He muttered, and the clit stimulator went quiet.
As their sexes twitched in concert, the spasms easing, Kimi realized her grief had dissipated. She couldn’t have said she was happy, or even content, about her situation, but her world no longer felt as if it had ended.
I’m still here. I have a mission, one all the sacrifice I’m making will be worth.
Laaruu roused. Propping himself on his elbows, he kissed her with the tenderness that had gone missing moments before. Because it felt right somehow, Kimi returned the kiss, her arms draping around his neck.
He smiled, as much a bastard as ever, but a damned handsome and exciting bastard. “Are you feeling better?”
“Yes. Thank you.” She offered gratitude because he would like that. Besides, the sex had been dirty as fuck, but it had cleansed her of the bullshit emotions that would do her no good. It was nice that Laaruu was good for something.
When Laaruu sat up, Kimi climbed gingerly to her feet and opened the bin where he’d put her clothes.
“Close that. There is no need for you to dress. Paatiin slaves remain naked.” Meanwhile, he was putting his clothes on.
She stared at him in disbelief. “I can’t roam naked in front of everyone!”
“You’re a slave. Unless the environment demands otherwise, you are not to wear clothes. It is not acceptable for slaves to be covered.”
“I did not sign up for this shit.” All the good feelings she’d discovered evaporated fast.
“No, but you’ll behave as if you did. Because you will. In the end, you’ll delight in belonging to me.”
Kimi couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Was she really expected to wander everywhere naked? It was unthinkable. She reached into the bin and grabbed her blouse.
The next second, she was rolling on the floor, clutching at the clit stimulator as it blasted pain where earlier there had been pleasure. “Fuck!” she screamed.
“Already? What an appetite you have.” Laaruu laughed at his own joke and ordered the stimulator off again. He watched and waited for her to stop writhing. “I admit, the outfit you brought is cute on you, so I may let you wear them for me privately, as a reward.”
Kimi hissed as the last of the torment ebbed. After a few more minutes, she was able to sit up. She glared. He gazed at her, his expression mild. Pleasant. As if he’d never done a sadistic thing in his stupid, alien life.
“You’d let me wear clothes when I’m out of everyone else’s sight? But I’m to parade in the nude when in public. That is so fucking backwards, Laaruu.”
“To you. In decent society, slaves are available for their masters at all times.”
She couldn’t believe his crazy ideas of decent society. Then again, decent society wouldn’t include sex slaves, even the voluntary kind. Right?
Kimi couldn’t imagine trotting through stores and restaurants or anywhere without a stitch on. More than that, she wanted to pull on her clothes to show Laaruu she couldn’t be bullied into a humiliating situation.
Unfortunately, she could be bullied. Even if Laaruu hadn’t proven he could easily overcome her, she was on a spaceship she didn’t know how to fly in an alternate universe she didn’t know how to leave with a torture device on her clit she couldn’t take off. Her bes
t friend and a lot of innocent victims were out there, counting on her to find and rescue them.
I should have worked harder to crash my bike while I could.
Pouting like a child but unable to stop, Kimi slammed the bin closed. She sat on the end of the bench, as far from Laaruu as she could.
He arched one eyebrow at her. “You may come over here and lie across my legs.”
“Great. Now you’re spanking me for not preferring to embarrass myself?” She seethed but got to her feet.
“No, I meant as you were when we began to have fun. Facing up.” He eyed her with bewilderment. “Why is being naked before others such a big deal to you? You have nothing to be embarrassed about. You are beautiful, and many of my friends and associates are going to be jealous that you belong to me.”
The idiot. It was on the tip of Kimi’s tongue to ask if he walked down the street with his dick hanging out for all to see if being nude in public was so great. However, she had no energy to put up with another clit blast—whether it was painful or pleasurable.
She went to him and sat on his lap again. He cradled her between his legs, wrapping his arms around her. She tried not to notice how sweet the gesture was on the surface. Too much bullshit lay beneath the external charm.
Hugging her as if he were her boyfriend and not her merciless owner, Laaruu relaxed. “I thought you might like to hear about the upgrades you’ll be receiving.”
“Upgrades?” If he thought she was having her breasts enlarged, she had news for him. Even the clit device wouldn’t change her mind on that. She might be small up top, but Kimi was all about body acceptance.
“A computer interface will be installed in your brain. There’ll be a port accessible to it at the base of your skull…here.” He stroked her neck to demonstrate.
“Wait. Huh? A computer in my brain?” Suddenly, breast implants didn’t sound so outrageous.
“The interface will allow us to load information directly to your memory. You’ll have instant comprehension of Paatiin laws, of some of the fighting techniques you’ll need if threatened by an enemy, as well as any advanced sexual techniques I prefer.”
As he spoke, he stroked her breasts with an absent touch. As if he had every right to do so.
He did, if everything he said was true. He had the right to her tits, her pussy, and her brain.
“You kidnapped my body. Now you’ll stick a computer in my brain so you can control that too. Why don’t you assholes from Paatuun build yourselves sex robots? What kind of sick rush do you get from this shit?” She raged when she wanted to cry.
Laaruu stared at her as if she’d begun speaking an unknown language. “Are you insane? I have no intention of changing your brain. I desire the Kimi Furio Daagiis told me about. The woman who will return after we purge the alcohol from your system.”
“But a computer interface—”
“Would be no different than if you went to your laptop or tablet and did a search of available files. Except it’s a lot faster. Instantaneous, in some cases.”
Kimi blinked at him. Started to calm. “You won’t reprogram me?”
“When you’re perfect? When, despite all the crap you’ve slung my direction, you make me feel—” He stopped. Anger darted across his features, as if she’d nearly tricked him into saying something.
Kimi was in no hurry to hear about his feelings. Not when her own were so chaotic. What mattered was that he wouldn’t screw with her gray matter. He wouldn’t take her identity from her and replace it with something else.
“Okay. You’re not turning me into some Stepford wife. Or a sex robot. I get to be me.”
“As crazy as you are, yes.” He woofed out a huge breath.
He no longer stroked her. He cradled her, but he could have been holding an armload of branches, albeit stiffly, as if said branches hid a snake within. The atmosphere had gone tense.
Kimi sought for a route out of the charged mood. Something safe. “I’m curious about the stuff you say I’ll be able to call up at a moment’s notice. What about this Hanos character you’re so worried about?”
Laaruu grabbed at her question eagerly. “All information about Drek Hanos will also be loaded, along with what he is capable of. He’s also the reason I’m giving you extra defensive capabilities.”
“Bad mo-fo, huh?”
“If he’s alive, he’s among the worst. You won’t find a more reprehensible creature in existence. Or more dangerous. That’s why it’s feared he somehow cheated certain death. Without a corpse, only a fool would count him as dead.”
Kimi found her nastiest smile and twisted it onto her mouth. “I could use a new hobby. Figuring out how to kill a dead man sounds fun.”
Maybe her dangerous air was returning. Or maybe Laaruu was simply a big horndog with a libido that wouldn’t quit. At any rate, he returned her smile and began playing with her—his—pussy.
It should have been impossible for Kimi to grow hot and wet again. She’d come so fucking hard multiple times mere minutes ago. Yet even without the clit stimulator in play, he had her writhing on his lap in quick order.
Then the bastard did the craziest thing yet. His fingers fused together. They and his hand elongated, reforming into a penis. He had cock at the end of his wrist, and he fucked Kimi with it. He switched the stimulator on and thrust his cock-hand into her, watching her with undisguised delight until she came again.
As she gasped in the aftermath, he regained his fingers and licked the juices from them as he spoke. “Until you receive your interface, I’ll be delighted to continue sexual instruction on our trip to Paatuun. It may be an inefficient manner to train you, but it’ll while away the days. As well as afford me great pleasure.”
“I’m sure.” She trembled, wondering how much enjoyment she could handle from this creature.
“On your knees. You’re aware of what I expect.” He dismissed her quaking and weakness, pushing at her to get off his lap and onto the floor.
Kimi supposed it was only fair after he’d given her an orgasm. She sure as hell didn’t want punishment after the bliss she’d enjoyed. She slid to the floor and knelt between his legs.
Laaruu sighed, leaned his head against the wall and closed his eyes with a smile as his slave worked to satisfy her master. He made her swallow every drop.
Chapter Eight
Once she’d gotten over the worst jolt of comprehending she had indeed left Earth, with no certainty she’d escape Laaruu and return, Kimi tried to find solace in the novelty of interstellar travel. However, with no evil empire to battle, with no new alien creatures to meet, without even a space cantina filled with the flotsam of the galaxy to visit, neither the unrelenting star-pocked view nor the mundane gray interior of the vessel provided any entertainment value whatsoever.
Lots of galaxy. No sign of adventure.
That wasn’t entirely true. Laaruu’s sexual appetite was never ending, and he had quite a few adventurous inclinations where that was concerned. Kimi was sore from head to toe from his training. She was constantly wet for him, which irritated her beyond measure. After a week and a half of punishment and fucking, she remained in a nonstop state of arousal. No sooner would she succumb to orgasm, when Laaruu would begin teasing her into aching need once again.
The asshole was extraordinary where sex was concerned. True to his intentions, he was twisting her in ways that made her womanhood throb when he punished her. Even when the punishments weren’t deserved. Hell, especially when the punishments weren’t deserved. She performed as he desired, gave him everything he wanted without complaint or reluctance, and he’d take out a strap or a paddle and tell her to bend over. Or he’d clamp her breasts so that she squealed. Or she had to hold her legs open for an open-handed pussy spanking.
Laaruu always paused midway through discipline to determine if she were wet, to stroke her to check for arousal. And she was. Every fucking time. More so when he resumed the unnecessary chastisement.
Fucking. Sleeping. Eati
ng. Exercising to get into shape. Occasional discussions of Hanos and the threat he presented to the galaxy. Attempts by Kimi to discover where Raven might be, and the growing realization that Laaruu had no interest in reuniting her with her friend soon. All he would speak of was his dedication to protecting his master, the esteemed Saazeer. Then more fucking. Or sucking. Or surrendering to the frequent and increasingly exciting reprimands.
Kimi hated Laaruu. Especially when he wouldn’t discuss Raven or the abducted Alt-Earth women. But there were moments when, try as she might, it was hard to hate him. When he held her in his arms, kissing her with fervor or gentleness, whispering how happy she made him, it was difficult to find loathing. When his body joined with hers, when he did all the things he knew she enjoyed best with conscientious attention, she felt warmth instead of abhorrence. When his strap or flogger fell again and again over her ass, curling about it in a lover’s embrace as it lit stripes of fire across her flesh, an unwanted devotion grew. His praise when she surrendered to her master’s will made her glow. When her heart leapt at his smile, hatred never seemed so far away.
Days had passed when alarms sounded shortly after a bout of rough sex. Laaruu eased his cock out of Kimi’s twitching pussy and checked the indicators. He brought up the outside feed, replacing the gray walls with the vastness of space. His expression was alight with anticipation.
“We’re nearly there. Look, my darling. That’s Paatuun in the distance. Let me magnify it for you so you can appreciate it better.”
Kimi sat up, ignoring her seed-sticky inner thighs to view their destination. Her recent orgasm receded from her consciousness as she acknowledged what was to come next.
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