Her Alien Guardian (Galactic Discipline)

Chapter 21

CHAPTER 21

T essara

I let out a broken sob, my hand falling away from my aching cunny as I realized the futility of my efforts. No matter how I touched myself now, there would be no release, no satisfaction. The governor had rendered me utterly dependent on Gamma’s will for my pleasure.

“As you can see,” Dr. Ashcroft said, his voice seeming to come from far away, “with her governor installed, Miss Tessara must look to you to permit her to satisfy her sexual needs.”

I lay there, panting and frustrated, as Dr. Ashcroft continued his clinical explanation of the governor’s functions. My cheeks burned with shame as I listened to him discuss my most intimate responses as if I were merely an object to be controlled and studied.

“Now, Mr. Gamma,” the doctor said, gesturing to the holographic display hovering above Gamma’s handheld, “I’m sure you’ve noticed the numerical scale along the side of the interface, and you’re clearly experienced at employing the device. I’ll just go over it for Miss Tessara’s benefit, so she understands how you’ll impose your preferences on her body. As you know, it ranges from zero to ten, allowing for precise control of Miss Tessara’s arousal and orgasmic capacity.”

I felt my face grow even hotter as Dr. Ashcroft delved into the specifics of how Gamma could manipulate my pleasure. The casual way he spoke of my intimate anatomy made me want to sink into the bed and disappear.

“When the governor is set to five or below,” Dr. Ashcroft explained, his tone matter-of-fact, “it will prevent Miss Tessara from reaching climax, no matter how aroused she becomes or how vigorously she’s stimulated.”

My eyes widened. The idea that Gamma could keep me perpetually on the edge of release, desperate and needy but unable to find satisfaction, sent mingled fear and excitement coursing through me.

“At six,” the doctor continued, “she will be able to achieve orgasm, but only with significant effort. If she attempts to masturbate to completion at this level, she’s likely to rub her vulva raw before she manages to climax.”

I squirmed uncomfortably, acutely aware of the slickness between my thighs and the lingering ache of arousal in my core. The clinical description of my potential frustration made me clench involuntarily, my body reacting to the mere suggestion of such exquisite torment.

“Ten,” Dr. Ashcroft said, tapping the top of the scale on the holographic display, “represents Miss Tessara’s full, natural level of arousal and sensitivity. At this setting, especially just after you’ve turned her governor down for even a small period of time, she will be highly responsive to even the lightest touch.” He turned to me. “Miss Tessara, please put your hands at your sides. In a moment, you will want to continue masturbating. Remember that you may not do so without permission.”

When I had obeyed, my eyes wide, the doctor nodded to Gamma.

“Go ahead, Mr. Gamma.”

I watched my huge, handsome new master adjust the controls. Suddenly, every nerve ending in my body seemed to come alive. The soft sheets beneath me felt like silk against my hypersensitive skin. The cool air of the room brushing against my hardened nipples made me gasp. Even the imaginary weight of Gamma’s gaze on my naked form sent shivers of pleasure rippling through me.

“As you can see,” Dr. Ashcroft observed, noting my reaction, “Miss Tessara is extremely responsive. This level of sensitivity can be quite overwhelming if maintained for extended periods. Just consider that without a governor, a sensually inclined woman like Miss Tessara feels this sort of arousal all the time.”

I writhed on the bed, overcome by returned sensation. Every movement, every breath, seemed to stoke the fire building within me. I could feel my pulse throbbing in my clit, my cunny clenching rhythmically around nothing. It was maddening, this heightened state of arousal, and I could hardly believe it only represented what I had felt normally until only a few minutes ago.

I couldn’t help myself. As Dr. Ashcroft continued his clinical explanation of the governor’s functions, my hand crept back between my thighs of its own accord. My fingers found my terribly sensitive private lips, still swollen and sensitive from Gamma’s earlier attentions. I bit my lip hard, trying to stifle the moan that threatened to escape as I began to stroke myself.

I tried to make the room around me fade away as I focused on the exquisite sensations radiating from my cunny. Every movement of my body compounded the pleasure and the need. Each subtle shift of a limb sent a new pulse of pleasure through my body.

I let my eyes drift closed, losing myself in the rhythm of my own fingers. The wet sounds of my arousal seemed impossibly loud to my ears, and I prayed that the men wouldn’t notice. My hips began to move of their own accord, rising to meet each stroke of my fingers.

As I worked myself toward what I hoped would be a mind-shattering climax, I became aware of the subtle scents filling the air around me. The musky aroma of Gamma’s alien skin lingered, mingling with the clean, clinical smell of the doctor’s sterile instruments. Beneath it all was the unmistakable scent of sex—my own arousal and the lingering traces of Gamma’s release inside me.

The combination of sensory inputs intoxicated me. I felt my inner walls begin to flutter, the telltale tightening in my lower belly signaling my approaching orgasm. My movements became more frantic, my breathing ragged as I chased my release.

Just as I teetered on the edge of bliss, Dr. Ashcroft’s voice cut through my haze of arousal. “As you can see, Mr. Gamma, your new concubine Tessara is extremely responsive.”

My eyes flew open in shock and mortification. Both men were looking directly at me, their gazes intense as they took in my flushed skin and the obvious movement of my hand between my thighs. I froze, caught in the act of pleasuring myself without permission.

Dr. Ashcroft continued as if nothing were amiss, his tone remaining clinically detached. “Given her high level of sensitivity and obvious proclivity for sexual stimulation, I would recommend keeping her governor set to level five most of the time. This will help teach her her place and reinforce her dependence on you for sexual gratification.”

I let out a whimper, unable to stifle the sound as the two men discussed my fate so casually. My hand stilled between my thighs, but I couldn’t bring myself to withdraw it completely. The ache of unfulfilled desire pulsed through me, making it hard to focus on anything else.

Dr. Ashcroft’s lips thinned into a disapproving line as he regarded me. “Additionally, Mr. Gamma,” he said, his tone sharp, “I would recommend that you discipline Miss Tessara immediately for this transgression. As I believe I’ve made clear, attempting to pleasure herself without permission is a serious offense for a Prosperian woman.”

My breath caught in my throat as I waited for Gamma’s response. Would he punish me again, so soon after our intimate encounter?

“I recommend you turn her governor to zero as an immediate punitive measure,” Dr. Ashcroft continued, his clinical gaze sweeping over my trembling form. “This will effectively shut down all pleasurable sensations in her erogenous zones, leaving her in a state of sensory deprivation that Prosperian women learn to associate with their duty of submission.”

I felt my eyes widen in horror at the thought. To be cut off entirely from physical pleasure seemed a fate worse than any beating.

The doctor wasn’t finished, however. “Following that, I would suggest a thorough spanking to reinforce the lesson. Perhaps even an introduction to the cane, if you feel it necessary. Prosperian women learn quickly that unauthorized self-stimulation leads to swift and severe consequences.”

I couldn’t suppress a shudder at his words. The memory of Gamma’s large hand coming down on my bare bottom was still fresh in my mind, the lingering sting a reminder of his strength and authority. The thought of experiencing that again, combined with the threat of the cane, made me tremble.

To my surprise, Gamma shook his head. “I appreciate your advice, Doctor,” he said, his deep voice rumbling through the room, “but I believe such harsh measures are unnecessary at this time.”

Dr. Ashcroft’s eyebrows rose in surprise. “Mr. Gamma, I must stress the importance of consistent discipline in training a new concubine, especially one from… Miss Tessara’s background.”

But Gamma remained firm. “Tessara is new to Prosperia and its customs,” he explained, his alien blue eyes meeting mine with an unexpected gentleness. “She has already endured much today. I believe a more gradual approach to her training will yield better results in the long term.”

I felt a rush of gratitude toward Gamma, even as confusion swirled within me. Why was he being so lenient? After everything I’d experienced aboard the Conqueror of Bresla , I had expected my new master to be just as cruel and demanding as the Vionian officers had been.

Dr. Ashcroft’s lips pursed in clear disapproval, but he nodded. “As you wish, Mr. Gamma. She belongs to you, of course. However, I must insist on at least some measure of control. The rule followed by most Prosperian husbands, keeping their wives set to level five, would be appropriate for Miss Tessara. As I said earlier, that setting allows for arousal but prevents climax, reinforcing a woman’s dependence on her husband or master.”

Gamma considered this for a moment, his eyes studying me intently. I held my breath, acutely aware of my nakedness as I awaited his decision. The soft ambient lighting of the room seemed to heighten the subtle glow of his skin, reminding me once again of his origins beyond the stars.

Finally, Gamma nodded. “Very well,” he agreed, his deep voice sending shivers down my spine. “Level five it is, for now.”

With a few deft movements of his large blue fingers across the holographic display, Gamma adjusted my governor. The change was subtle but immediate. The overwhelming arousal that had been consuming me moments ago receded, leaving behind a pleasant warmth and a low, persistent thrum of desire. It wasn’t uncomfortable, exactly, but I could sense that any attempt to find release on my own would be futile.

Dr. Ashcroft nodded approvingly. “Excellent. Now, Mr. Gamma, regarding Miss Tessara’s status—will you be seeking Prosperian female citizenship for her?”

Gamma’s gaze met mine, and I felt a flutter in my chest at the intensity I saw there. “Yes,” he said firmly. “Tessara deserves the protection and benefits that come with citizenship.”

The doctor made a note on his handheld device, the soft glow of its screen casting strange shadows across his face. “Very well. I will recommend citizenship, but with a proviso.” He looked at me directly, his gaze stern. “Should Miss Tessara prove rebellious or unable to adapt to Prosperian customs, she must be consigned to a pleasure house.”

My breath caught in my throat at his words. I had heard often of pleasure houses during my time on the Conqueror of Bresla —places where women were used constantly for the gratification of men, with no hope of a life beyond serving as a receptacle for male desire. Indeed the Vionians had told me I would be sent to one once they had tired of me. The thought of such a fate here on Prosperia sent a chill through me, despite the lingering warmth of arousal in my cunny.

Dr. Ashcroft continued, his tone matter-of-fact. “Pleasure houses serve an important function in our society, providing unmarried gentlemen a place to relieve their everyday stress with the pleasures of intimate feminine company. It’s a perfectly respectable institution, but I’m sure Miss Tessara would prefer to avoid such a fate.”

I nodded vigorously, unable to find my voice.

“To avoid the pleasure house,” Dr. Ashcroft explained, “you might consider sending Miss Tessara to a finishing school for unmarried young women, Mr. Gamma. She would learn proper wifely submission there, which would serve her well whether she should end up as your concubine, your wife, or even as a pleasure girl. Dr. Porter’s Academy for Young Ladies comes highly recommended, if you should decide on that course for her. Their curriculum covers everything from etiquette and household management to the finer points of pleasing a husband in the bedchamber. They also have extensive experience with… rehabilitating women from less civilized worlds.”

I felt my cheeks burn at his words, shame and indignation warring within me. But beneath it all was a flicker of curiosity. What would it be like to learn such things in a formal setting, rather than through brutal trial and error as I had aboard the Conqueror of Bresla ?

“Thank you, Doctor,” Gamma said, rising to his feet. “I’ll take your recommendations under advisement.”

Dr. Ashcroft gathered his instruments, packing them carefully into his black leather bag. As he prepared to leave, he turned to me one last time.

“Remember, Miss Tessara,” he said, his tone stern, “your future on Prosperia depends entirely on your ability to submit gracefully to your new master’s will. I suggest you take your education very seriously.”

With that, Gamma escorted the doctor out, leaving me alone in the bedroom. I curled up on the massive bed, pulling the sheets around my naked body like a cocoon. My mind raced with everything that had happened, everything I had learned about my new life on this alien world.

I couldn’t feel the governor at all, but the very knowledge of its presence down there seemed to create a kind of soft hum within me, a constant reminder of my new status. I thought I could somehow feel the low-level arousal it allowed, just enough to keep me aware of my body’s needs without permitting any actual satisfaction. I shifted restlessly, trying to ignore the persistent ache between my thighs.

When Gamma returned, I couldn’t help but tense up. Part of me—the part that still remembered the cruelties I had endured at Vionian hands—expected him to simply take what he wanted, or more of it, I supposed, all of it even, when we were alone. But instead, he sat on the edge of the bed, studying me with an intensity that made my breath catch.

“Tessara,” he said softly, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from my face. “I know this must all be overwhelming for you.”

I nodded, unable to find my voice. Gamma’s touch was gentle, almost reverent, so different from the rough handling I had grown accustomed to.

“I want you to understand something,” he continued, his deep voice rumbling through me. “My origin as a breakout entity of the Collective allows me to enjoy both being human and having a vastly expanded consciousness. As Alpha discovered when he fell in love with Sala, one facet of our minds is that love is forever.”