Chapter 6
CHAPTER 6
T essara
My mind reeled at Sala’s words. Part of me wanted to pull away, afraid of the consequences and unsure of my own desires. But another part of me had already lost itself in the sensation and longed for more—much more.
My cheeks burned. Sala seemed so intent on giving me this lesson… as if she meant to give me no choice but to receive pleasure, just as my Vionian masters had given me no choice but to receive pain. The very idea sent shivers down my spine, a confusing mix of fear and anticipation swirling within me.
Before I could fully process what was happening, Sala gently pushed me back onto the couch. The soft fabric cradled my body as I sank into its softness. Sala moved with fluid grace, positioning herself between my legs. Her black hair cascaded over her shoulders, tickling my thighs as she leaned forward.
With gentle but firm hands, Sala took hold of my knees. She spread them apart, pushing them back toward my chest. She opened me completely, rendered me available in a way I had never been before, in front of another woman. Again it reminded me of the way my dead masters had treated me, but there was something different about this kind of helplessness—it didn’t feel threatening or humiliating. Instead, there was a tenderness in Sala’s touch that made me feel… cherished.
As Sala’s gaze traveled over my body, her blue eyes widened. “Oh, Tessara,” she breathed, her voice a mixture of sympathy and anger and—to my embarrassment—evident arousal. “Look what they’ve done to you…”
I felt a fresh wave of shame wash over me as I realized she had seen the marks left by Jorg’s brutal punishments. The welts and bruises that covered my bottom and thighs were all too obvious a testament to the cruelty I had endured.
But then, to my utter astonishment, Sala began to kiss the marks. Her lips felt impossibly soft as they brushed against each welt, each bruise. It was as if she was trying to kiss away the pain, to erase the memory of every cruel blow with her gentle touch.
“The next time you’re punished,” Sala murmured between kisses, “I promise it will be by a more skillful hand. You’ll never be disciplined like this again, sweet Tessara. I promise you that.”
Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes, overwhelmed by the tenderness of her actions. No one had ever treated my battered body with such care, such reverence. It was almost too much to bear. The strange idea that a woman like Sala could talk of punishment as she did—as something that could be done skillfully, perhaps even with care—confused me, but in a way that made me feel desperate to understand.
As Sala’s lips traveled higher, kissing a path along my inner thighs, I felt the warmth begin to build deep within me. My breath came in short, shaky gasps, my body trembling with a need I could barely comprehend.
“Sala,” I whispered, my voice thick with emotion. “I… I don’t know if I can…”
She looked up at me then, her eyes filled with understanding and compassion, but also with an authority that made my tummy flip. “Shh,” she soothed, her breath warm against my sensitive skin. “Let yourself feel, Tessara. Be a good girl for me and let me show you how beautiful submissive pleasure can be.”
With those words, Sala lowered her head once more. The first touch of her tongue against my cunny sent a jolt of electricity through my entire body. I gasped, my back arching involuntarily as sensations I had scarcely even imagined flooded my nervous system.
Sala’s tongue danced over my sensitive inner lips, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me. Her skilled ministrations were unlike anything I had experienced before. Where the touch of my Vionian masters had been rough and uncaring, Sala’s was gentle yet insistent, coaxing responses from my body I didn’t know were possible.
As she continued her tender assault on my senses, Sala’s hands caressed my thighs, her fingers tracing patterns on my skin. Occasionally, her touch would drift lower, brushing against the sensitive flesh of my bottom. Each time it did, I couldn’t help but tense slightly, memories of past punishments flashing through my mind.
Sala paused in her attentions, looking up at me with concern, mingled with obvious need, in her eyes. “Tessara,” she said softly, her breath warm against my cunny, “what happened to your bottom, sweet one? If you tell the story, it will make it easier to come to peace with it.”
I felt my cheeks burn with shame, but something in Sala’s gaze compelled me to answer. Taking a shaky breath, I began to recount the story of my final punishment aboard the Conqueror of Bresla .
“It was just before the battle started,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “Lieutenant Jorg… he was angry. Stressed about the patrol, I think. He punished me for speaking out of turn on the bridge.”
Sala listened intently, her hand gently stroking my thigh in a comforting gesture. I swallowed hard, forcing myself to continue.
“He dragged me to the punishment bench. Strapped me down so tightly I could barely breathe. Then he… he used the Imperial whip.”
I saw Sala’s eyes widen in horror, but I couldn’t stop now that I’d started. The words poured out of me in a torrent.
“It felt like my skin was on fire. Every lash… it was like being struck by lightning. I screamed until my throat was raw, but he wouldn’t stop. He just kept going, muttering about teaching me a lesson I’d never forget.”
Tears were streaming down my face now, but I barely noticed. I was lost in the memory, reliving every agonizing moment.
“When he finally stopped, I thought it was over. But then… then he…”
I faltered, unable to say the words. Sala’s hand squeezed mine gently, encouraging me to continue.
“He was going to use my anus,” I whispered, the words barely audible. “Said he needed to make sure the lesson stuck. Sala, I thought he was going to tear me apart.”
As I finished speaking, I noticed a change in Sala’s expression. There was sympathy there, yes, and anger at what had been done to me. But there was something else too—a flush to her cheeks, a darkening of her blue eyes.
To my utter mortification, Sala’s lips traveled lower, planting a tender kiss on my anus. I gasped, my body tensing at the unexpected sensation. But Sala’s touch remained gentle, almost reverent, as she placed feather-light kisses around the sensitive area.
“Shh,” she soothed, her breath warm against my most intimate places. “Let me take away the pain, sweet Tessara. Let me show you how this part of you can bring pleasure, not just suffering.”
Before I could protest, Sala’s attention returned to my cunny. Her tongue lapped gently at my sensitive folds, teasing and exploring with a skill that left me breathless. I felt her fingers join her mouth, probing gently at my entrance. The touch was so different from what I was used to—tender, careful, as if she was mapping every inch of me with the utmost care.
“Oh,” I gasped, my hips lifting involuntarily to meet her touch. “Sala, I…”
She looked up at me, her eyes dark with desire but still filled with warmth. “It’s alright,” she murmured. “Let yourself feel, Tessara. You’re safe here.”
As Sala continued her attentions, alternating between long, languid licks and gentle probing with her fingers, she began to speak. Her voice was low and melodic, weaving a story that seemed to wrap around me like a cocoon.
“It was nearly five years ago now,” she began, her words punctuated by soft kisses to my inner thighs. “I was a concubine in the Magisterian guesthouse, orbiting high above the planet. We were well treated, of course, but life was… predictable. Comfortable, but lacking in true passion.”
Sala’s fingers curled inside me, finding a spot that made me see the galaxy’s stars behind my eyelids. I moaned, my hands fisting in the plush fabric of the couch.
“Then they arrived,” Sala continued, her voice taking on a dreamy quality. “Alpha, Beta, and Gamma. We’d never seen anything like them before. Their blue skin seemed to shine in the starlight, and their eyes… oh, Tessara, their eyes held galaxies.”
She paused, her tongue flicking over my clit in a way that made my whole body shudder. “They came to us not as conquerors, but as explorers. Beings of pure energy who had taken on human form to better understand us. And oh, how they wanted to understand.”
Sala’s free hand trailed up my body, cupping my breast and teasing the nipple to a hard peak. “Alpha was drawn to me immediately,” she said, a note of pride in her voice. “He said my black hair reminded him of the vastness of space. But it wasn’t just physical attraction—he wanted to know everything about me. My hopes, my fears, my deepest desires.”
Sala’s fingers moved with increasing urgency inside me as she continued her tale, her voice growing husky with remembered passion. “The first time Alpha took my anus,” she murmured, her breath hot against my cunny, “I was terrified. He was so massive, so powerful. I didn’t think I could possibly let him in.”
Her tongue flicked over my clit, sending jolts of pleasure through my body. I moaned, my hips rising to meet her touch.
“He prepared me so carefully,” Sala continued. “His fingers were gentle but insistent, stretching me slowly. He used a kind of Magisterian oil that tingles and warms, making me more sensitive than I’d ever been before.”
I felt a familiar tension building deep within me, a coiling heat that threatened to consume me. Sala must have sensed it too, because her movements became more focused, more intense.
“When he finally entered me,” she said, her words punctuated by long, languid licks, “the pain was… exquisite. It burned and stretched me beyond anything I’d ever felt. I thought I might split in two.”
My breath came in short, sharp gasps. I was so close, teetering on the edge of something monumental.
“But then,” Sala whispered, her blue eyes locking with mine, “he began to move. And oh, Tessara, the pleasure… it was indescribable. Like being filled with something cosmic. Every nerve in my body sang with it.”
With those words, she curled her fingers inside me, hitting that spot again, the one that made me see the stars she spoke of. Her mouth sealed over my clit, sucking gently, and I was lost.
The orgasm crashed over me like a tidal wave, pleasure radiating from my core to the very tips of my fingers and toes. I cried out, my back arching off the couch as my body convulsed with ecstasy.
Sala didn’t let up, her tongue and fingers working me through wave after wave of bliss. Just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, that I might shatter from the intensity of it all, she gentled her touch, easing me down from the heights.
As the aftershocks rippled through me, Sala moved up my body. Her skin was flushed, her black hair tousled, and her blue eyes dark with desire. Before I could catch my breath, she pressed her lips to mine in a searing kiss.
I tried to turn my face away, very shy about tasting myself on her lips. But Sala was insistent, her hand cupping my cheek and holding me in place. Her tongue teased at the seam of my lips, and despite myself, I opened to her.
The taste was musky and strange, but not unpleasant. As Sala deepened the kiss, I found myself responding, my tongue tentatively meeting hers. She moaned into my mouth, the sound sending a fresh wave of arousal through me.
Sala broke the kiss, her breath coming in short pants. She gazed down at me. “Oh, Tessara,” she murmured, her voice husky. “You taste divine. But now…” She trailed off, a mischievous smile playing at her lips.
“Now what?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
Sala’s smile widened. “Now, sweet one, it’s your turn.”