Theirs to Tame, page 8
She tried to gather her thoughts, to refocus on escape. He scissored his fingers, stretching the stubborn ring of muscles. It felt odd, uncomfortable at first then exciting in a dark, unfamiliar way. Fucking nanites. This was not her. It would never be her. She would not allow herself to enjoy these twisted pleasures.
He repositioned and spread his fingers again and again. Her restlessness grew, demanding that she move her hips and take him deeper. Her pussy warmed and softened, and he wasn’t even touching her there. Desire unfurled despite her protestations. She wanted this, wanted his long, hard Kobar cock driving into her rebel ass. She muffled a groan against the bed, not wanting him to realize what this was doing to her.
“Oh, my naughty little rebel likes that,” he mocked. “Well, you will love what comes next.” His fingers slipped out and she felt his cock press against her now slick opening. “You can release your cheeks.”
She immediately did and clutched the bedding instead.
“Push back against me, Vixen. Try to relax.”
If he wanted to hurt her, why prepare her and instruct her as if he gave a damn? She took a deep breath and did her best to follow his advice. He advanced slowly, spreading her tightest opening, making her body surrender to his will. Pressure became sting and she sucked in a breath. That burned almost as much as the baktah.
“Take a deep breath, in and out. You are still really tense.”
His tone softened, becoming sensual rather than intimidating. She inhaled deeply, then relaxed every muscle that she controlled. He pushed again and stinging heat washed over her already stimulated nerve endings. Her core began to throb in time with her bottom. His wide tip slipped deeper and she gasped as her muscles contracted around his shaft. The thickest part was inside her now, but there was so much yet to go.
He steadied her hips and drove inward, filling her completely with his long, hard cock. “How does it feel to have your enemy fuck your tight rebel ass?”
“Naughty, Sir. So very naughty.” This was not a real punishment, she realized as the discomfort began to ease. Her actual discipline had been harsh and intense. Everything he had done since was careful, controlled yet passionate. He obviously expected her to submit, but his banter was almost playful.
“No, sweet rebel. The naughty part comes when I make you scream in pleasure.” His fingers tightened on her hips as he drew nearly out.
She braced her knees, ready for what came next. He thrust hard, driving his entire length back inside her. She cried out. The forceful motion reawakened the burn but the sensation faded as quickly as it had flared. Her body adjusted to the invasion with humiliating ease. Soon he slid in and out of her ass as if her body had been genetically engineered for his pleasure.
Distressed by the betrayal, she clutched the bedspread and tried to ignore the sensations swirling through her abdomen. Inescapable fullness combined with the rhythmic slide, stimulating nerve endings she didn’t realize she possessed. Her inner muscles rippled as an orgasm gathered. She fought it back with frantic determination. She would not find pleasure in this demeaning act. She refused to surrender.
Rytez fucked her harder, grasping the front of her thighs to keep her body from sliding forward. “What’s the matter, Vixen?”
The mockery in his tone helped cool her rising ardor. “Nothing, Sir. Please finish.”
“But you haven’t screamed for me yet.” He pushed all the way in then pulled her up, pressing her back against his chest.
She gasped. His cock felt even bigger like this, the penetration more intrusive.
He squeezed her breasts then lightly pinched her nipples. “Offer me pleasure or I will give you only pain.” His fingers tightened cruelly.
Pain stabbed into her chest and Tori cried out, trying to twist away from his pinching fingers.
He crossed her chest with one arm and moved his other hand between her thighs. His fingers covered her clit and rubbed in a slow, circular motion. “Scream in pleasure, or you’ll scream in pain.”
She didn’t want to come for him, wanted to retain some element of control.
He stopped rubbing and slapped her pussy. “Bad girls get pain!” He spanked her even harder. “The choice will not be yours much longer.”
“I’m trying,” she cried. “Please, Sir, I want pleasure.”
Urging her forward, he positioned her on her hands and knees. He still had access to her breasts and pussy, but he could also move. He pulled out slowly and thrust in fast, making her breasts quiver and sway. He squeezed them, plucking on her nipples, the sensation stopping just short of pain.
She rocked slightly, participating for the first time. She desperately tried to convince herself that she was giving in to her own needs, not his. Locking her elbows and bracing her knees, she rocked a little faster.
“That’s right, naughty rebel. Fuck my Kobar cock.” He covered her clit with two fingers and her rocking motion created the friction she needed so badly.
She tossed her hair back, rocking faster, taking him deep with each thrust. In a shocking moment of clarity, she realized that he wasn’t moving anymore. She was fucking him, eagerly shoving her ass onto his long, hard cock.
“Come, Vixen. Let me hear you scream.”
It was an order and she was horrified when her body obeyed. A sharp, sudden climax pulsed through her pussy, tightening her ass around his cock. She cried out in helpless torment, ravaged by pleasure and shame. Tingling sensations coursed up into her torso and down the inside of her legs. She hated this, hated them, but fuck almighty it felt good!
He grasped her hips and began fucking her again. His long, hard strokes filled her back passage completely, demonstrating his dominance and the completeness of his control.
She whimpered, demoralized by her failure. How could she be so weak, so undisciplined? Even now, after her shameful defeat, her body obeyed the worst of her captors. Tingling energy gathered in her pussy again, electrifying her senses. Her head spun and her clit tingled, ready to detonate another humiliating orgasm.
As if hearing her frustrated grumbling, he ordered, “Again.” He rubbed her clit roughly, while his long, thick cock ravaged her ass. “Come right now.”
Tension curled through her lower body, tightening the muscles of both passages. She arched her back and gritted her teeth, utterly lost in the shameful pleasure. Her clit twitched wildly and her core clenched around empty air. She threw back her head and screamed as a staggering orgasm tore through her. Pulse after pulse kept her floating on the blurred edge of reality. She was vaguely aware of his big body shuddering against her back and warm spurts as he released his seed.
He just stood there for a long time, stroking her back, breasts, and belly. “Did I harm you?”
His voice was so low she barely heard him. She shook her head then crawled forward, separating their bodies.
Without another word, Rytez righted his uniform and left.
She curled up on her side, legs drawn toward her chest, face covered by her hair.
“Are you sure you are all right?” Xoktal persisted, moving closer to the bed.
She could see him well enough through her hair, but wasn’t ready for him to see her. “He didn’t harm me.” No, he just controlled her in the most shameful way imaginable. He didn’t just dominate her. He forced her to enjoy the degradation. She desperately needed to cry and refused to do it in front of them. “I need a shower. Please, Master, may I clean up.”
Xoktal looked at Cassik. “You already enjoyed her mouth. Are you willing to wait for your turn? She clearly needs a break.”
Cassik looked at her for a moment then returned his gaze to Xoktal. “Are you going back to work?”
“Likely,” he grumbled. “There are still three teams out. I really should be on the command deck.”
“Then I would like to take her to my cabin. She can shower there. After we share a meal and she has time to calm down, I will enjoy her more fully.”
Xoktal hesitated, clearly debating the options. “If I find time to sleep I will use your cabin. Stay here and enjoy her at your leisure. I will see you both in the morning.”
Cassik took her into the adjoining bathroom a few minutes later and showed her how to activate the shower. She thanked him without making eye contact then hurried into the translucent enclosure. He didn’t linger and she was sobbing openly by the time the water inundated her trembling body.
Emotions welled inside her, building pressure like a geyser. She’d concealed her reactions all day, concerned about how her distress would affect others. She didn’t want Sam or Fanaris to know that she was terrified. And it was even worse once her captivity began. She was Vixen, proud, feisty embodiment of the resistance. So she fought like hell to appear strong and unafraid. Unfortunately, anger was only effective for so long.
Shame, defeat, and hopelessness drove the breath from her lungs. Her knees gave out so she sat down and drew her legs up to her chest. She felt battered and used, emotionally shattered. Knowing that being captured by the Kobar was a real possibility, Tori had tried to prepare herself. She’d known they would punish her for defying them and they’d more than lived up to her expectation. Pain was simply something to be endured and she felt like she’d done well with even the harsh discipline. But sex was something else entirely.
She’d been so sure she could resist their skills. All she had to do was distance her mind and emotions from what they were doing to her body. The concept had been naive and childish. Sex had always affected her emotionally and this had been the most intense sexual experience of her life. Humiliation passed quickly as she grew accustomed to the loss of modesty, yet the second wave of shame had been much worse. As her body responded to their ruthless passion her humiliation returned tenfold. How could she find pleasure in the arms of her enemy, and not once but over and over? Even now, just thinking about being ‘enjoyed’ by them made her body ache with need for her Kobar captors.
A harsh sob shuddered through her and she covered her face with her hands. She’d been so sure she could remain strong, that they wouldn’t be able to use her as an example for—she cried out as large, warm hands closed around her upper arms. She pressed back into the corner of the enclosure, arms raised defensively.
“Easy,” Cassik said softly. “I am not going to hurt you.” He slowly drew her to her feet.
She automatically placed her hands on his chest and her eyes widened. He was shirtless. In fact he was naked, she discovered as her gaze swept down his body. “You said I could rest for a while.”
“I am not here to fuck you. It’s going to take more than water to get you clean.” He stuck his hand under a dispenser inset in the wall and smeared the gel across her wet hair. “Scrub.”
She raised her arms and quickly worked the gel into a rich, fresh-smelling lather. He could be lying about his intentions, but she really did want to rid herself of Xoktal and Rytez.
While she was busy washing her hair, Cassik washed her body. She didn’t bother objecting. He’d already seen everything she had to offer and he’d touched her intimately. Besides, his hands felt wonderful as they massaged the tight muscles in her shoulders and arms.
He turned her away from him and said, “Hands on the wall.”
She reluctantly complied, closing her eyes against the stinging lather still saturating her hair. His hands glided down her arms then paused to work her shoulders before thoroughly washing her back. His touch was sure, nearly impersonal so she didn’t object when he reached around and washed her breasts and belly.
“Open your legs.” His firm tone allowed no room for negotiation.
Swallowing past the tightness in her throat, she moved her legs apart. Why bother washing if he was just going to get her dirty again? His hand pushed between her thighs, thoroughly washing her pussy. His touch was gentle and he avoided direct contact with her clit but it was still an inescapable reminder of her new reality. She no longer had rights or power of any kind. Her captors owned her. They could, and obviously would, do anything they wanted with her.
And apparently Cassik had decided he’d waited long enough for his turn. His fingers continued to explore her folds as he said, “Your sexual experience has been minimal. Am I correct?”
“Define minimal.” She held perfectly still, not wanting his touch to arouse her. But the cleansing gel made everything slick and she was in desperate need of anything resembling tenderness.
“Less than six lovers, never more than one at a time.”
“I qualified until today.” The admission brought fresh tears to her eyes. As soon as Cassik finished with her, the number of her sex partners would have doubled. He moved his hands to her hips and she closed her eyes, waiting for the demanding thrust of his cock into her tender pussy. Instead, he took down the sprayer and rinsed away the suds. She gasped and squirmed. The spray aroused her more than his teasing fingers, but he lingered no longer than it took to rinse her clean.
Confused by his actions, she refused to acknowledge the other emotions twisting through her. She was not disappointed. The ache deep inside was tension and dread, not hunger. No longer sure what he wanted, she just stood there and waited for his next move. He rinsed the lather from her hair then returned the sprayer to its bracket and dispensed more gel.
His hands slid over her ass cheeks then onto the backs of her thighs. “The redness is gone completely. Is there still any tenderness?”
“In a few places, but it’s mild.”
He pushed his slick fingers between her cheeks, washing her thoroughly before settling over her puckered opening. “And here?”
“I ache and it’s a little uncomfortable to sit down.”
“You need more jarsin cream.” He held her open and retrieved the sprayer.
“Is that what he used right before he…” She couldn’t make herself say the words. He rinsed her bottom then washed his hands before drawing her into his arms. The spray covered them both as she reluctantly accepted his embrace. She thought he’d decided to ignore her question until he spoke again.
“Rytez used jarsin cream to lubricate his cock because he knew it would ease the sting. If he had actually wanted to hurt you, it could have been much worse. Rytez is very good at his job. He knows how to deliver hours of pain without causing lasting harm.”
That must be a handy skill for the ship’s interrogator and disciplinarian. God, she hated the Kobar. “He had just finished disciplining me. It wasn’t hard to recognize the difference.”
Cassik pushed her back and looked into her eyes. “Would you rather he actually hurt you? Did you enjoy your discipline more?”
“Of course not.” She tried to twist away, but he refused to release her. “It’s just upsetting to know that he needs to pretend that he’s abusing me to get off.”
Her assertion appeared to shock him. “It is his right to do anything he wants with you. The game was for your benefit. Rytez can be incredibly cruel. I was shocked at how gentle he was with you.”
Now she was shocked. “Why would he pretend to be cruel? It makes no sense.”
His mouth opened then closed and he released her with a heavy sigh.
She started to leave, but she was more interested in his explanation than putting some distance between them. “Will you please tell me what you meant?”
“If I explained I would be sharing information that is not mine to give. Suffice it to say that Rytez believed that submitting would be easier for you within the context of punishment. He did not want you to feel guilty for responding to him.”
And it had worked while he was fucking her. It was only after the pleasure subsided that shame and guilt came crashing in. “Thank you for the info,” she muttered then brushed past him and reached for the towel she’d set out for herself.
He joined her, eating up the limited space in the bathroom. “Hand me a towel.”
She opened the compartment under the sink and retrieved a towel from the stack where she’d gotten hers. Without so much as glancing over her shoulder, she handed the towel to Cassik. They dried off in silence and she wrestled her emotions a bit farther from the surface.
Tonight might be her best chance for escape so she had to think objectively. If she played nice with Cassik, he might be foolish enough to fall asleep without restraining her. Then she’d find something she could use as a weapon and go set Fanaris free. He was being held in detention. All the Kobar ships were similar in design. The command deck and officer quarters were always on the uppermost deck. Cargo holds and detention were on the lowest. She wasn’t sure how many decks were in between but she’d just keep going down until she found him.
Cassik placed his hands on her shoulders and she gasped. “You are contemplating misbehavior. I can sense it.”
Fuck. She’d been so overwhelmed by everything that had happened that she’d forgotten he was empathic. “Can you blame me?” She triggered the door and rushed out into the bedroom as she wrapped the damp towel around her body. It barely covered her ass, but it was better than nothing.
He opened the door to the outer room and said, “Come.”
She shivered, her traitorous clit tingling at the all too familiar word. He’d said something about sharing a meal with her. Her gut was so twisted in knots she wasn’t sure she could eat, but she welcomed any excuse to delay more humiliation.
He walked across the living room and entered one of the doors on the other side. Unsure if he wanted her to follow, she moved close enough to see inside. It was a bedroom, but smaller than the one they’d just left. The bunk was long and narrow, obviously designed for one Kobar body. He emerged a moment later in clean black pants and a gray pull-on shirt. He held out a shirt identical to the one he wore. Thrilled for anything resembling clothing, she pulled on the shirt then dropped the towel. On him the shirt was snug. On her it was baggy and fell to mid-thigh.
