Chapter 22
CHAPTER 22
G amma
I watched Tessara’s eyes go wide at the revelation.
“But…” she said, her forehead furrowing as she tried to puzzle it out. “I mean…” Her mouth twisted to the side so adorably that I had to take her in my arms and kiss her hard, long and deep. Just before our lips parted, I saw how wide her eyes had gone, and I could feel my lips curving into an irrepressible smile even as with them I worked her sweet little mouth, her shy, delicate tongue—the part of her where Tessara had so obediently received me while on her knees, pleasuring my demanding cock so greatly.
Eventually I broke the kiss and pulled back slightly, keeping her naked body in my embrace. She had received my human seed and I had sated the intensity of my need in her adorable pussy, but the mere feeling of her soft, bare skin in my grasp began to stir my manhood again, inside the trousers I had buttoned up only a few minutes ago.
My control over my human body far exceeded that of a naturally born man. I could make my penis become erect, for example, whenever I liked—even in the absence of sexual stimulation. I could also, with slightly more difficulty, cause my penis to become flaccid even when my arousal had reached a fever pitch. I greatly preferred to leave my manhood to its own devices, however, so as to experience the endless marvels this bodily existence had for an ageless being. In this case, my sexual need for this sweet, naughty girl went beyond anything I had ever felt in this human form.
“But what?” I asked softly.
“But you…” Tessara started, her cheeks going a lovely shade of pink that made me kiss her again, though more briefly, so that she could continue. “But you use me the… the way they did… my masters… the Vionians.”
Her brow had creased even more deeply, and her cheeks had gone a deep red. She searched my eyes for something, and I realized she must feel very anxious about offending me. I had made my face neutral, so as to let Tessara speak as much as possible without influence, but now I saw she needed reassurance, and I smiled with all the affection that had built in my heart. I had guessed what she needed to say, but I also knew she must find the words herself.
“I mean… not that way, really… because you’re… you’re so much, well, I guess… nicer ? But still… also, I guess…” Tessara bit her lip. I could feel how her heart rate had sped up. I didn’t need to look at the readout from the governor (which could tell me so very much about Tessara’s bodily condition) to know that it had gone above one hundred eighty beats per standard minute. “Also… that way.”
The depth of her blush would have told me I hadn’t made a mistake about this sweet young woman, even if I didn’t know it already. The heightened instincts of this fabricated human body told me Tessara had become thoroughly re-aroused just from thinking about the comparison—how in some important ways I had indeed treated her the same way as the cruel Vionian crew Alpha had told me about.
The time had come to help her find further words, I sensed.
“And is that a bad thing, sweet Tessara?” I asked softly.
Tessara
A little sob escaped my chest. Gamma had asked the question I had wanted him to ask—but had also, desperately, wanted him not to ask. I felt his hands on my back, warming and soothing me in the way I already felt only he knew how to do. I looked into his incredible, deep, ocean blue eyes and saw what I could only call understanding . I felt he simply knew —everything, if that were even possible. So, if I lied to him, it wouldn’t even matter, because he would just know the truth anyway. And the answer I was going to give, was it even a lie, really?
“Yes?” I whispered. “I mean, no… because… because…”
“Because you belong to me,” Gamma said, his words slow and deep. “And just like your Vionian masters, I have the right to use the things that belong to me any way I want.”
I swallowed so hard it hurt. My heart pounded in my chest. I felt my hands grip the delicate fabric of his shirt harder, clinging to the taut, powerful muscles of his back, as if to keep myself from putting them desperately between my legs to soothe the wave of arousal that had swept through me.
Then I felt a tiny, painless tingle between my thighs, right on the intimate spot where the doctor had installed the awful governor. The physical response of my cunny to it all—Gamma’s words and the feel of his muscles under his shirt—the clench and the wetness I should have felt… didn’t happen. My eyes went wide, and my lips parted. My breath, though, remained calm even though by rights it should have grown ragged with the need I knew, mentally, my body wanted to feel for my new master’s huge cock in my cunny.
I swallowed again, and I nodded, unable to speak. Yes, you have that right. The right to do anything you please to me. Please… please… use that right.
Gamma smiled back gently. “Your governor just activated, didn’t it?”
I nodded again, feeling a new flush of heat rush to my cheeks. He knew, yes, definitely: he knew the effect he had on me—more precisely, and more shamefully, he knew the effect his treating me as his property had. I needed to distract him from that, somehow, make him forget that he had that power over me, because that would lead to the pleasure house. Gamma would use me and cast me aside, the same way the Vionians would have. I tried to replay the moments since he had returned from showing the doctor out in my mind, looking for some way to get back to the part about love being forever.
“Do you see why I had it installed, sweet girl?”
I blinked at him. My lips opened again, as if to speak, but my racing thoughts had great difficulty catching up. Then I did understand, and I saw how it led back to the part about eternal love. I felt my eyes go wide.
“Because…” I said. “Because you want to have a… a…” I fumbled for a word that might describe it. “A connection with me.” No, that wasn’t it, but it had something to do with it.
Gamma’s face had gone back to that quiet, impassive, listening expression that seemed to invite me to tell him everything, as I searched and spoke, but now he smiled again.
“A very special kind of connection,” he said. “To see how our love will grow.”
This time the effect of the governor was much more intense. I heard a beep come from the direction in which I knew Gamma’s handheld lay, and the idea that my cunny’s need was being sensed and moderated by my master—who… who loved me?—brought a blush that seemed to encompass my whole upper body.
“So… the pleasure house?” I whispered. “You… you wouldn’t…”
Gamma shook his head, smiling. “Only if you asked me to.”
That made my jaw go slack.
“The doctor neglected to tell you,” Gamma said, “that the women in Prosperian pleasure houses are there because the authorities know it’s a good place for them to experience the submission they need. Those who don’t need submission don’t become Prosperian citizens; they emigrate to other worlds.”
I blinked at him, and a brand new blush came into my cheeks as I let myself imagine just for a moment what a Prosperian pleasure house might really be like, and what submitting not to cruel officers but to bachelor gentlemen might involve. But we had again drifted away from the part I truly needed to hear more about. I realized it was my fault, but then I understood that Gamma had patiently let me go where I needed to go, talking out my fears until a space had opened for the hope beyond them.
“But… you… you… love …” I had gotten the word out, anyway, even though everything around it seemed so incoherent.
The smile that suffused Gamma’s face seemed to make his blue skin glow.
“I do,” he said. “I love you, Tessara. It’s a thing that my special nature makes clear, and makes rather quick, though you natural humans also experience a version of it called love at first sight . The only question now is how it will grow. Would you also like to see how our connection will grow?”
Again my lips parted, this time without any hope of a coherent thought emerging. I nodded, though.
“Would you like me to turn up the pleasure in your sweet little cunt?” he asked, his voice so deep in his chest that it sounded like a growl.
I felt my body respond, I felt the tingle, and I heard the mortifying beep from my master’s handheld.
“Yes, sir,” I sobbed.
The smile on Gamma’s face turned hungry, wolfish even.
“Should you earn that pleasure, like a good girl?”
“Oh…” I said. Another beep from the handheld, another deep blush. My voice fell to an embarrassed, indistinct mumble. “Yes, sir.”
“On your knees,” my master told me. “You’re too sore to have my cock between your legs, and we need to train your anus properly before you have me there, so you’re going to worship my cock and swallow my seed.”
I felt my head shaking of its own accord. The beeps from Gamma’s handheld had become almost continuous, the tingle and the curbing of my body’s desires urgent, somehow making me want to be Gamma’s even more. I realized it had begun to make more sense, all of it—the governor, and the connection it forged.
Trembling slightly, I slid from the bed and sank to my knees before Gamma. The deep pile of the carpet cushioned my bare skin as I looked up at him, feeling very small. His towering form seemed even more imposing from this position, his broad shoulders blocking out the soft ambient light of the room.
I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dry as I contemplated the task before me. With the Vionian officers, there had been no tenderness, no consideration—they had simply grabbed my hair and shoved themselves into my mouth, using me roughly for their own pleasure. But Gamma… Gamma was different. The way he looked at me, with a mixture of hunger and affection, made my heart race.
“Sir,” I whispered, my voice barely audible even in the quiet room. “I… I’m not sure how to begin. The Vionians, they always just…” I trailed off, unable to finish the sentence as shame and remembered pain washed over me.
Gamma’s large hand cupped my cheek, his touch impossibly gentle for one so powerful. “Sweet Tessara,” he murmured, his deep voice rumbling through me, “you must learn to follow your submissive instincts. Your body knows what to do, even if your mind is uncertain.”
I nodded, trying to quell the nervous flutter in my stomach. My eyes drifted to the obvious bulge in Gamma’s trousers, and I felt both apprehension and desire. The governor between my legs tingled softly, a constant reminder of my new status and the control Gamma held over my pleasure.
“I’ve decided,” Gamma continued, his thumb tracing my lower lip in a way that made me shiver, “that I’m going to send you to finishing school, as the doctor recommended. It will help with this process, teaching you how to embrace your submissive nature fully.”
My eyes widened at his words. “Really, sir?” I asked, a tremor in my voice. The idea seemed both terrifying and oddly exciting. What would they teach me there? How to be a proper Prosperian woman, obedient and pleasing to my master?
“Yes,” Gamma confirmed, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. “You’ll learn everything you need to know to serve me well, and to thrive in your new life here on Prosperia.”
As he spoke, I felt the governor activate again, responding to my helpless arousal at the thought of being trained to please him. The tingling sensation intensified, sending waves of frustrated desire through my body. I whimpered softly, my hands clenching into fists at my sides as I fought the urge to touch myself.
Confused and embarrassed by my body’s response, but trusting even more that Gamma knew how to help me, I leaned forward and pressed a hesitant kiss to the front of his trousers. The heat of his massive cock radiated through the fabric.
I felt Gamma’s body shift as he reached for the handheld, and then I felt him raise the level of the governor. I kept my hands clenched into fists as I tried desperately to keep myself from masturbating, which I suddenly felt I must do, could scarcely help doing.
I kissed the rigid shaft over and over through the woolen fabric, only realizing secondhand, as if overhearing someone else, that I had begun to murmur, “Please… please…”