Her Alien Commander (22 page)

She stared at him, her eyes wide, anxious, yet needy too. Her pretty pink folds were already glistening, her cunt quivering as she anticipated a caress that didn’t come. Phahlen curled his lip, enjoying her confusion.

“When you escaped the last time, the punishment was forty strokes with the paddle. You will recall the occasion well, I imagine.”

Caria didn’t answer, but neither did he miss the slight hitch of her breath. Maybe she still thought a beating was possible, despite the doctor’s advice. He continued.

“I only actually gave you twenty-five. Did you know that?”

Now she did reply with a quick shake of her head. “I… I thought—”

“You had had enough. Twenty-five was sufficient then, but of course the penalty increases for subsequent offences. I think thirty would be appropriate now. Do you agree?”

Again she shook her head. No matter, the question had been rhetorical.

“Of course, thirty strokes with a paddle is out of the question. You heard Morele. So I want thirty orgasms from you instead.”

“Thirty? Sir?”

“You heard. Thirty orgasms. You are going to remain here, exactly as you are, until you manage to achieve that for me. So, it is up to you how long it takes. You might achieve your target in a few hours, or it may take days. I suspect days, but you may surprise me.”

“How…? I don’t understand.”

He got to his feet and moved around the bed until he stood at the foot. He perused her leaking slit, the plump, pink lips, the delightful sight of her clit peeking from under its hood.

“The first one or two will be easy, and fast. I can see already how aroused you are, my sweet little human slut. Just a little stroke here, or a flick there. Or perhaps if I squeeze just like this…” He leaned over her to perform the actions he described, running his hand through her moist folds, then sweeping the tip of his finger over her clit, smearing her juices everywhere he touched. He took her quivering nub between his fingers and applied pressure, gentle at first, then firming as she strained against the straps holding her still.

“You like that? And this?” He brought his other hand into play and inserted two fingers into her slick passage.

Caria moaned.

“Come for me, little slut,” he murmured.

She obeyed, her body convulsing as he thrust his digits in and out of her tight channel. Phahlen continued to stroke her as the spasms subsided and after a few seconds she was still once more. He watched her features shift as he angled his hand to press on the spot inside, her eyes flying open in disbelief as he sought and found that special place that could drive her wild. It didn’t fail him, and within moments she was trembling through her second orgasm in as many minutes.

When the shivers ebbed again and she lay still and quiet once more, Phahlen withdrew his talented fingers.

“Look at me, Caria.”

She opened her eyes again, the soft blue shimmering in her pale face. Phahlen couldn’t help smiling at her. She was so beautiful, eyes dark with passion, her hair tousled and falling in riotous waves about her shoulders. He could still discern her fear, though it was less now. Perhaps she felt safer, more sure of herself. This was, after all, fairly familiar territory for her. That was about to change.

“That was two. So far so good. I am afraid I must leave you soon as I have other duties to attend to, but while I am away I expect you to produce as many more orgasms as you are able. Please feel free to utilise the toys I have left at your disposal, and of course your own imagination. But first, I promised you the butt plug…”

He picked up the item from the mattress, and the tube of lubricant. He quickly smeared the gel over the plug, then applied a decent quantity to her tight anus.

“Open for me, girl. It will be easier for you if you do. You know how much this sort of play arouses you; a full and stretched arse will help you in your task.”

She whimpered a little as he eased the plug into her arse, but it went in easily enough. He seated the toy firmly, then twisted it within her. Caria squealed, though not, he thought, in pain.

“It is big, bigger than any I’ve used with you before, but you will manage. As well as the obvious function, this toy has a sensor which measures pressure. Each orgasm you manage to squeeze out will register with the plug, and I can check your progress, whether I am present or not. It will save you having to try to keep count, and I am sure you will appreciate that.”

“Sir, I don’t think I can…”

“You can, Caria, and you will. The alternative is to remain exactly where you are for some considerable time to come. I will make sure that you are fed and hydrated, naturally, and I will release you periodically in order for you to use the bathroom, though there may be occasions when you need to relieve yourself here. I shall leave a receptacle close to hand for that purpose. Undignified, I do realise, but that can’t be helped so I suggest you put aside your reluctance and get on with it. Use your fingers, these toys, whatever, but make yourself come. And come, and come. Even when you think you never want to climax again, and Caria, you will reach that point quite soon, you will continue. I will pop back when I can, to watch your efforts. I may learn something of value. And of course if I am here I may be moved to assist you in your efforts. My tongue, my lips, you will appreciate all of those in the hours to come. Maybe a clit clip, but we shall see. I do not want to make this too easy for you, obviously.”

He paused to assess her response. Caria just gazed at him, her features stricken. Phahlen was moved to offer some words of comfort.

“Do not worry, girl, this
will
end. Eventually. You will look back on this experience and it will not appear quite so awful in retrospect, or so I am reliably informed. But it will serve as a deterrent should you be considering further foolhardiness which might endanger you or our child. So, before I leave, do you have any questions?”

“How… how long will you be gone for?”

“Not too long. You should have time for at least two or three decent orgasms, if you apply yourself to your task. Is that it? Any more questions before I leave?”

Caria shook her head, her despair evident. “No, sir. Just, please, don‘t be too long. I hate being alone.”

“I shall remember that, girl.” He rose, offered her a slight bow, and strode from the room.

Chapter Thirteen

Caria stared at the door as though by doing so she might conjure Phahlen back into the room. She counted the par-secs, hoping against hope that he was merely loitering outside for the purpose of gaining her attention. If so the ploy had worked admirably and now she just wished he would enter the chamber again. She reached fifty. The door remained closed. A hundred, two hundred, and still she lay there, alone, her thighs spread wide as she waited in the silent room.

At three hundred she stopped counting. He had gone, that much was clear. But he would be back, he had promised her that. For now she was on her own and she had a task to perform. Not an onerous task on the face of it, quite the reverse in fact. The problem was the scale of what he demanded from her. Thirty orgasms.

Thirty. Fucking. Orgasms.

Shit
.

Caria groped beside her right hip and found the vibrator. She held it before her face and peered at it, trying a few experimental taps on the control sensor at the end. The gadget sprang to life in her hand, sending pulsing waves through her fingers. She grasped it tighter, noting that the powerful sensations now travelled partway up her arm. Yes, she allowed, this might not be such a difficult task after all.

She pressed the end of the device to her chest, between her breasts. Slowly, deliberately, she eased it to the left, tracing the curve of her breast until she reached her swollen nipple. There, she paused, then circled the hard bud once, twice. On the third circuit she slipped the toy that final fraction to press it against the side of her tender nipple. She shrieked, pulled it away, shocked by the intensity of feeling her act had evoked. Not merely the physical sensation, though that was potent enough, but the emotional impact too. She felt wicked, decadent, self-indulgent. And so aroused she could almost taste it. A quaint Earth word sprang to her mind. She felt wanton.

Phahlen had done this to her. For her. He had peeled away the layers and found this hunger buried deep within her. Her inner slut was surfacing. Once out, Caria feared the horny little she-devil would never be shoved back in her box.

Caria retraced her progress with the vibrator, but this time she knew what to expect, and she relished the tingle as she pressed the vibrator against first her right nipple, then her left. She craned her neck, tucking her chin onto her chest to enable her to watch what was happening. Might a squirt of lube be helpful? She thought it probably would be so she groped around with her left hand until she located the tube. Soon her nipples were slick and glistening, and she used the vibrator to tease them to exquisite heights of tingling need. She rubbed, massaged, pressed, and tormented until her lower abdomen clenched with pleasure. She pressed harder, pinching and squeezing her left bud whilst she used the toy to caress the right.

Her climax, when it crested then rolled gently through her, was sweet and unassuming, less all-consuming than those evoked by Phahlen’s clever, demanding fingers. But she was pleased with her efforts, not least because she had been uncertain she could even achieve this by stimulating her nipples alone. Perhaps those thirty climaxes wouldn’t be such a tall order after all.

Buoyed up somewhat, she reached down to apply the still buzzing vibrator to her pussy, first the outer lips, then the inner. She used her free hand to spread her entrance and placed the toy there at her opening, in readiness. Phahlen would have just pushed it inside her, he had done so on many occasions and she knew she loved that sensation. This was different though, this was—naughty. Immoral, perhaps. That old-fashioned Earth word just wouldn’t go away. Caria decided she rather liked it, and she pressed the dildo inside her cunt.

Her inner walls contracted around it, responding instantly to the sensuous, pulsing waves. She threw back her head and sighed, then gasped as another climax started to curl deep within. In moments it was there, her senses soaring as her pussy convulsed helplessly. This was stronger, more powerful than before, but passed quickly.

Caria lay still, breathing heavily, surprised at the ease with which she could bring herself to orgasm. Her confidence grew, her sense of self, and ownership of her body and its responses. Phahlen might have ordered this, forced the act upon her and restrained her until she completed it, but the execution of the task was all her own work. And she still had a long way to go.

She lay still, the vibrator now lifeless by her side, and she contemplated her next move. Caria became consciously aware of the butt plug so helpfully inserted by Phahlen. It stretched her, filled her, causing all other sensations to be amplified. Curious, she reached down, between her legs, but still had to lift her hips to be able to reach the protruding portion of the plug. She could have pulled it out, but had no desire to do that. Neither did she wish to face Phahlen’s discipline if she disobeyed him. Whilst he hadn’t actually instructed her not to take it out, he had put it there and his wishes in the matter were implied.

She wanted to obey him.

That realisation stunned her. Where had this submission come from? She resented him, did she not? She hated him as the embodiment of the injustice she felt subject to, yet obedience felt right. She was at ease with it, comfortable in her skin. She twisted the plug inside her, enjoying the pressure it exerted on her inner walls. She pulled it back then thrust it forward, fucking herself with it as she knew Phahlen would if he were present. She was doing his will, and that certainty seemed glorious to her. His approval was everything… the rare flash of his smile, the knowledge that he would appreciate her efforts to please him.

Her other hand reached for her clit. She rubbed the swollen nubbin as she rotated the butt plug, swirling it within her arse as her body responded to the direct stimulation, to the insistent demands of her busy fingers. Another orgasm hovered, dancing just out of reach but she persevered, eventually cresting that elusive hill and slithering down the other side.

Now she was tired. And sated. She wanted, needed no more. Perhaps if Phahlen were here it would be different, she would welcome his cock deep in her pussy, bumping up against her cervix as he fucked her hard, the familiar demanding presence as he filled and stretched her. But he wasn’t here. She was alone, and had a task to perform, regardless of how tired she was.

She reached for the vibrator and jammed it against her clit again.

* * *

Caria was sore. Not only that, she was exhausted. She had failed to keep an accurate count but was sure she had squeezed out at least a dozen orgasms. Her clit throbbed, but not in a pleasant way. The inner walls of her cunt were inflamed, her nipples burned. Her entire body protested against any further stimulation. To add to her misery, she needed to use the bathroom. Caria glared at the flat pan-like bowl Phahlen had left within reach, determined not to subject herself to that additional humiliation if she could help it.

He had been gone for hours. He must return soon, and when he did he would release her and allow her to use the facilities. For now, she might manage to endure her predicament if she were to sleep. She could continue when she awoke. Probably.

But if not, she was content to just doze. She lowered her eyelids and allowed her mind to drift.

* * *

Warmth on her face, her bare breasts, her naked legs. Caria shifted, rolled to her side, stretched. Now the heat permeated her hip, her shoulder, her exposed arm. It was a pleasant, radiant warmth, blanketing her, the soft caress of a summer sun.

She rolled onto her back and lifted her arm to shield her eyes from the bright light that she knew would assault her the moment she opened them. She cracked her eyelids apart, grimacing against the harsh illumination but managing to peer under her arm at the scene below. The city sprawled, spread out in the valley. It was London, the city where she was born, where she grew up, where her parents still lived. She picked out landmarks… both ancient and new… the Tower, over fifteen hundred years old;
its grey stone walls a constant reminder of a civilisation where safety was dependent upon a decent barricade. She could see the grandiose clock soaring above what had been the seat of government in Britain before the States of Europe Alliance was forged, later to give way to the Global Jurisdiction that now ruled all of her home world and made barricades redundant.