Bound: A Sci-Fi Alien Romance, page 3
“I haven’t spoken with her in a couple of weeks, but I see no reason why she would have left.” Gazing off into the distance, Merrik said, “Commsys, page Provost Nadis Korla, urgency level moderate.”
“One moment, Commander Lilika,” the communications computer responded.
“Can I comm you later, Merrik?” a female voice sounded a short time later. “My new trainee is in the middle of an exercise she has never attempted before.”
“This will just take a second. Who is mentoring Flora, the female they just recovered from Earth?”
The unseen female chuckled. “That would be me.”
“Flora’s cousin is with me and the lack of communication has her half-convinced that Flora is being tortured. I know an actual visit is forbidden at this point, but can you please activate video long enough for Cara to see that her cousin is alive and well?”
“Only for you, Merrik. Only for you.” A holographic scene flickered to life in front of Merrik. The room depicted appeared to be a small lounge or spacious office. Flora knelt in the middle of the floor on a padded mat. Her eyes were closed, features peaceful as she made a repetitive series of motions with her hands. “See, no bruises or dried blood. But I really need to supervise her progress. I will speak with you later.”
The comm ended and Merrik looked at Cara. “Feel better now? Obviously, Flora is unharmed and doing well. Also, my aunt is highly sought-after. It is an honor to be mentored by her.”
“Thank you,” she said earnestly. “That meant more than you know.”
Merrik inclined his head, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Would you care for a drink before we start the assessment?”
She desperately needed to calm down, so she nodded. “That would be great.” Merrik walked off across the room and her gaze naturally gravitated back to Tov. “And thank you for making the initial suggestion.”
“It was nothing. Now, you have us at a disadvantage, Cara.” Despite the sensual purr in his voice, Tov’s gaze never left her face. “You were given detailed information about us, but we know very little about you.”
“He’s right,” Skolat joined in. “Tell us about Earth.”
Merrik returned with a stemmed glass filled with a pale pink liquid. Their fingertips brushed as she took the glass from him and sensations tingled up her arm. Team three was her favorite. She’d known that before she met them. Unfortunately, she was not the one making the choice.
Discouraged by the thought, she lifted her glass and took a tentative sip. The taste was unfamiliar, yet light and effervescent. She took another drink and smiled. “It’s nice. What is it?”
“The best vineyards in this star system are found on Pyron,” Ephrod told her. “That brand is one of many I stock in my private wine cellar.”
If her father made her marry this jerk, she would smother him in his sleep.
“You, me, and millions of others,” Tov dismissed the boast with a wave of his hand. “Pyronese wines are one of the most popular in our galaxy. It is like a human bragging that they buy beer.”
“I asked her about Earth, not liquor,” Skolat reminded impatiently. “Tell us about your world.”
“Earth is divided into countries, and each country has its own personality.”
“Tov said you are likely from America. Is that true?” Skolat asked.
“It is.” She looked at Tov, unsure if she should be impressed or insulted. “Why was that your assumption?”
“Fugitives must blend with local populations while still having access to accurate information and some way of supporting themselves. Those goals seemed easiest to achieve in America. Likely somewhere relatively remote.”
She shook her head, amazed by the accuracy of his deductions. “I live in Alaska. It’s very much as you described it.”
“That would be more impressive if you were not the only one who has actually been to Earth.” Ephrod tried to mimic Tov’s dismissive tone, but failed.
“That’s not true,” Tov smirked, his pale blue eyes gleaming. “Merrik has been to Earth too.”
Intrigued, she looked from Tov to Merrik and back. “When did you last visit Earth? How many times have you been there?”
“We have been six, no, seven times,” Merrik told her. “And the last trip was about two years ago.”
“Have you ever been to Alaska?”
Tov shook his head. “I have heard it’s quite beautiful.”
“People travel from all over the planet to enjoy the scenery and wildlife.” The conversation was making her homesick. She had almost accepted that her chances of ever seeing Earth again were extremely remote, but that could change if her mate owned a fleet of starships. Team three was likely her parents’ least favorite. Would it be possible to change their minds?
“You do not have simulators that can accurately reproduce the environment?” Skolat asked. “Why is it necessary to travel there?”
Ephrod made an impatient sound and rolled his eyes. “I told you, Earth is still extremely primitive. They cannot even leave their planet.”
“We have been to our moon and sent unmanned vehicles to other planets,” Cara corrected.
“Do not argue with me, girl,” he snapped.
Cara hated being called girl, especially in that condescending tone. “It was a clarification, not an argument.”
He strode toward her, anger blazing in his dark eyes.
Suddenly, Tov was there blocking the chancellor’s path. “I was not finished speaking with her.”
“She is being disrespectful,” Ephrod persisted. “I tolerate insolence from no one.”
“As soon as she is yours, you can discipline her whenever and however you choose. But she is not yours yet.”
The chancellor’s chin lifted arrogantly. “I am close friends with her parents. This is a formality, nothing more.”
She’d been afraid of that. Instinctively, she moved closer to Tov.
Ignoring Ephrod’s hostile stare, Tov asked, “Did you have a vocation? How did you fill your time?”
“I worked in a gift shop. It wasn’t glamorous, but it helped Grandma pay the bills.”
“This is a waste of time. None of this information matters. Are you a virgin?” Ephrod asked, the hopeful catch in his tone unmistakable.
“Are you?” she countered, no longer interested in playing nice with him. “My sex life is none of your business.” Ephrod might well be the rudest person she’d ever met.
“If the others wish to socialize with you, they can do so after the assessment. Take off the dress. I want to see what your parents are offering.”
Her eyes widened and she sucked in a ragged breath. “That better be Altorian humor. I am not amused.”
He just smirked and ran his gaze boldly from the crown of her head to her toes. “I do not repeat orders.”
What the hell was wrong with him? She looked at Tov and then Skolat, but neither made a move to assist her. “Is he serious?” Her pleading gaze landed on Merrik next, though she wasn’t sure why.
“It is customary,” he told her, and even his eyes were starting to smolder. “We have the right to examine you.”
“Examine me how?” she cried. “What exactly does that mean?”
“Attendants,” the chancellor called out. “We require assistance.”
Apparently summoned by the phrase, Supervisor Winlos pushed the door open. She moved into the room followed by two uniformed males.
“I suspected you would be difficult,” Winlos said, her disapproval obvious.
Not waiting to see what they were going to assist with, Cara sprinted for the door. One of the males caught her around the waist and Cara went wild.
CHAPTER 2
“How would you like her, Chancellor Laeth?” Winlos asked casually.
“Naked, secured, and fully denuded, if she is not so already.”
Denuded? Cara wasn’t sure what that meant and she had no intention of finding out.
She fought with all her strength, screaming, twisting, and kicking. Fear gave her a burst of strength, but the attendants simply held her and waited for her to tire herself out.
“Let go of me! I didn’t agree to this. Please, call my parents. This can’t be what they had in mind.”
“That is enough,” Winlos snapped. “Your potential mates have every right to examine you. This assessment is the primary reason you are here.”
The attendants soon had her totally naked despite her best efforts to stop them. One of the males held her in place while the other rolled a padded bench to the middle of the room. Her parents had brought her here knowing this would happen. It was so perverse, so wrong, she felt tears gathering behind her lashes. Shame washed over her in churning waves. Her potential mates just stood there staring, even Merrik and Tov. She desperately wanted to cover herself, but the attendant held her firmly. The bench was positioned, the surface raised to waist height, and then the attendants started to lift her onto it.
“Wait,” the chancellor ordered. “I want to assess her before you strap her down.”
Alarmed by the order, Cara tugged against the attendants’ restraining hands. If all they were going to do was look at her, why did she need to be strapped down?
“Of course, sir,” Supervisor Winlos said.
One of the attendants grasped the back of Cara’s neck and bent her over the table. Her arms were stretched out to the side and they moved her legs apart. Her hair was gathered and moved off her back, partially obscuring her vision. She heard feet shuffling and sensed someone, or several people, behind her. Her heart thudded and her breath came in angry pants. They were judging her body, assessing her value, her worth. The realization made her struggle all over again, but the attendants simply tightened their grasp, holding her firmly in place.
“Her skin is so pale.” Skolat’s voice was hushed and husky. “Is she ill?”
Tov chuckled. “Judging from her muscle tone and the lushness of her curves, she is perfectly healthy.” His warm hand ran down her spine and squeezed one ‘lush’ ass cheek. At least she presumed Tov was touching her. He repeated the caress, squeezing the other side. She squirmed, restless and agitated. This wouldn’t be so humiliating if the others weren’t here watching.
“One of the fun things about skin this light is how quickly it pinkens,” Tov told them. “May I demonstrate?”
The question didn’t make sense. May he demonstrate what?
“I will allow it,” Supervisor Winlos decided.
Tov smacked Cara’s ass twice, one stinging swat on each side. She gasped and whipped her head around glaring, but Tov stood just out of her line of vision.
“A harder spanking will result in lovely pink handprints.”
“Continue the demonstration,” Skolat urged. “Redden her entire ass. I want to see if it makes her wet.”
“I will spank her,” Ephrod insisted, shoving Tov aside.
“I gave Commander Nee permission for the demonstration,” Supervisor Winlos reminded. “He will proceed.”
“Why am I being spanked?” Cara objected. “I haven’t done anything wrong.”
“Misbehavior is the most common reason for discipline,” Winlos told her. “But sometimes it is used to reinforce the males’ dominance. You will submit whenever your mates feel discipline is needed. That is part of being a conduit.”
“That’s utter bullshit! None of these jerks are my mates,” she argued. “I shouldn’t have to submit to anything!”
“Proceed, Commander Nee. Clearly, this female needs discipline.”
Tov swatted her bottom several times as if getting her nerves used to the sensations, then the smacks became more intentional. Each slap was a hard, stinging impact that rocked her against the table. Then heat spread over her cheeks and sank into her muscles.
She balled up her fists and clenched her teeth. Anger gave way to humiliation and finally resentment. She was a toy, a plaything they could position and abuse. Only she didn’t really feel abused. Her bottom ached, the impact stung, but a strange sort of longing unfurled within the pain. This felt familiar, as if they were fulfilling a need she hadn’t realized she possessed.
“Look at that.” Skolat brushed his fingertips over one burning cheek, intensifying the sting.
She hissed, then moaned as she imagined his fingers easing between her thighs. He’d part her folds and push into her needy core.
“The color was shocking at first, but I really like it.” Idrix mirrored Skolat’s touches, adding to her discomfort as well as her restlessness.
As if hearing her thoughts, Skolat eased his hand between her thighs and lightly stroked her folds. “Nice and wet. May I finger her pussy?”
“I am sorry, sir,” Supervisor Winlos responded. “The parameters her parents outlined were very specific. Nothing goes inside.”
“Damn.” He removed his hand and stepped back. Idrix followed his teammate’s lead.
Someone grabbed both her ass cheeks and pulled them apart.
Cara cried out in shock as much as pain and tugged against the attendants’ hold. Her bottom was tender from the spanking, but what the hell was he doing? “There’s nothing back there that needs to be examined!” That had to be Ephrod. He was the only one twisted enough to want to look at her asshole.
Still holding her open, Ephrod confirmed her conclusion. “She will need to be stretched before she can take my cock. Her pucker looks virginal. Have you ever taken a cock up your ass, girl?”
“Get your hands off me!” she ground out between clenched teeth. Her dislike of the male had just turned to loathing.
Ephrod let go of one side of her bottom and circled her tightly puckered hole. “Answer me, bitch, or I’ll find out for myself.” His finger pressed against her opening.
“You cannot enter her, sir. You know the rules.”
Winlos’ warning was music to Cara’s ears. They were free to look, even touch within reason, but they could not penetrate her body in any way. Emboldened by the knowledge, she rolled her hips from side to side, dislodging his offensive hands.
Ephrod leaned over her and rubbed his erection against her tender butt cheeks. “Next time we meet, I’ll fuck all three of your holes one right after the other. Then I’ll sit back and sip Pyronese wine while I watch Boslit do exactly the same thing. You will learn your place once you are bound to us, girl.”
“Get off me,” she cried. “I’d rather die than bond with you!”
“Luckily, it’s not up to you.” He pushed off the bench and punished her still sensitive ass with a flurry of hard spanks. Before the supervisor could berate him, Ephrod ordered, “Strap her down tight and get all that disgusting hair off. She looks like an animal.”
Desperation welled within her as Ephrod’s prediction echoed through her mind. Even knowing her efforts were futile, she couldn’t stop struggling. She would not be left at the mercy of someone like Ephrod! She bucked and twisted, shouting every profane phrase she knew as they lifted her to the padded bench. She cried out as they positioned her on her back, arms stretched over her head. Her bottom throbbed, which accented the empty ache in her pussy. She refused to give it a name, but her body definitely wanted something.
Arm supports swung out from under the table and they strapped her down in three places. Her waist was anchored with a wide strap but they left her legs free. Thrilled by the oversight, she kicked and twisted, but as before, it did no good. Supervisor Winlos gathered supplies from a compartment under the bench. Cara wasn’t sure what she was doing, but it likely had something to do with removing ‘all that disgusting hair.’ Cara had been shaving her legs since puberty and wasn’t afraid of wax, so she wasn’t overly concerned about the activity. She just wished it could have been done in private.
“This will sting, mistress, but the pain fades quickly,” Winlos explained, then covered her underarms with a dense blue lather. It tingled, then warmed. The intensity continued to build as Winlos moved down Cara’s body. Her mound was covered in foam before she realized that was Winlos’ next target. And finally, with the assistance of her companions, Supervisor Winlos coated Cara’s legs from mid-thigh down.
“What is that shit?” Cara arched and twisted, kicking out uselessly. The attendants just stepped back and let her struggle. “It’s burning me.”
“Breathe through the heat,” Winlos advised. “It will pass.”
She was right. The heat gradually faded, but Cara’s pussy tingled and ached. She finally admitted what she was feeling. She needed to come, needed it badly.
The chancellor moved closer, his gaze narrowed and filled with lust. “Nortiff foam has a variety of uses.” His mouth twisted into a cruel smile and he swiped her underarm with his fingers, gathering some of the foam. “Many use it for discipline or to remind mouthy sluts of their place.” He smeared it over her nipples then watched her face as it went to work.
She gasped, then cried out as searing pain tore through her nipples. It hurt like hell, but her clit twitched and tingled, dragging her even closer to the elusive explosion that she needed so badly.
“Severe discipline is not allowed.” Winlos quickly wiped off the foam, but the discomfort lingered. “This is an official warning, Chancellor Laeth. Follow the rules of conduct or you will be disqualified.”
“I was just demonstrating another use for the foam,” he defended haughtily. “She is not accustomed to our ways. Tov did the same thing and you did not chastise him.”
“Commander Nee was given permission. You were not.”
Cara moaned in misery. Now her nipples throbbed almost as much as her behind. And her clit twitched and tingled, accenting the emptiness between her legs. God almighty, what she wouldn’t give for a vibrator and a few minutes of privacy.
Tov and Merrik stood nearby, both looking tense and turned on. If the other four hadn’t been here, Cara would have been tempted to let them scratch her itch. Her imagination was more than happy to provide a detailed image of the scene. She was still strapped down to the table, but Merrik stood between her thighs fucking her fast and hard with her legs draped over his arms. Her pussy tightened and she could almost feel his long, thick cock sliding in and out of her helpless body. A soft moan escaped her throat and heat washed over her flesh. Why had she imagined herself still in restraints? It didn’t make any sense.
