Chapter 10
CHAPTER 10
G amma
It took me about an hour to get from Europa to Prosperia. As an individuated gathering of the Collective, going from the galactic rim to its core shouldn’t have seemed anything remarkable: the Collective traveled from galaxy to galaxy effortlessly, after all, and in what for a human represented less than the blink of an eye.
Something hard-wired into the human anatomy in which I existed, however, produced in me a sense of wonder every time I jumped with my ship’s gravitium drive. Perhaps the evolution of the species, the ever-weaving dance of DNA’s marvelous double helix, had simply encoded a sense of old Earth’s night sky at the greatest depths of the human genome. I shared that genome despite having had it tweaked for such things as blue skin and great size in every aspect of my body.
When the stars changed, I felt it, deliciously, in the pit of my stomach: a sensation I ranked second only to fucking a beautiful woman whom I had just disciplined for something or other, making her sob with pleasure after the agony of her punishment before I came myself, feeling that my massive hardness had gone as deep into her eager body as her genetic coding lay.
So the mere change, otherwise imperceptible to a human body that lacked the Collective’s innate relationship to spacetime, from the stars of Europa to those of Prosperia, put a grin on my face. I wore that expression all the way down the space elevator that took me from the orbital station where I had docked to the main hub of Prosperia City.
Nor did my smile fade as I walked the short distance to the Magisterian Embassy where I presented my credentials as an ambassador of the Collective. Prosperia’s culture, that aesthetically pleasing adaptation of Magisteria’s naked—often literally—dominance to a Victorian nostalgia for one of the most elegant eras of old Earth, never failed to move me.
Women in long dresses, accompanying nattily dressed men, sauntered the streets of the embassy district with its upscale shops, peering into the windows to admire the latest fashions. The sight of a well-ordered urban existence pleased me on its own, to be sure—but, even better, I also knew that beneath those lovely gowns the wives of Prosperia wore precisely the undergarments specified by their husbands, and that inside that surely lacy lingerie each of them had her governor to keep her sexual arousal just as her lord and master chose.
I tried to keep my mind off my uncharacteristic impatience for Alpha and Sala’s arrival with thoughts of my first (and, until today, last) visit to this remarkable world, two years before. I remembered how, fascinated by the local culture, I had wasted no time in experiencing it for myself. Once a servant had shown me to my suite I had summoned one of the embassy’s Prosperian concubines, a lovely redhead who had introduced herself, shyly, as Mary.
“Do you have a governor, Mary?” I had asked as she smiled tentatively up at me.
“Of course, sir,” she had answered, her eyes going wide at the thought of any Prosperian woman who had come of age lacking the ingenious device. “You may access it on your handheld, I believe.”
Once I had had her servant’s dress and her pantalettes off, I had turned the arousal in her sweet, bare cunt down to five to keep her off the boil as I tasted her, still fully clothed myself. I had made her hold her knees back to her little breasts and watch as my tongue explored the secrets of her body until she sobbed with frustration.
“Stay like that,” I had told her sternly, when I had lifted my head and risen to my feet. I had fetched the handheld and raised the level of her governor one notch, and then I had begun to undress.
My grin only widened as I had watched my little bed girl take in the enormity of my penis. Her eyes had gone wide, and then she had given a little cry, because she had known I had just also seen her pretty cunt clench hard at her first sight of the massive blue erection she would soon have to take inside her.
I had savored the sight of Mary’s trembling form, her pale thighs spread wide, exposing the glistening pink of her aroused cunt. I had thought I could even see her tiny governor device glint in the soft light like a reminder of the exquisite control I had held over her pleasure.
“Such a lovely little thing,” I had murmured, my voice deep and resonant in the quiet room. “Tell me, Mary, have you ever been with someone like me before?”
She had shaken her head, her red curls bouncing with the movement. “N-no, sir,” she had whispered, her eyes fixed on my massive blue cock. “I’ve never… I mean, you’re so…”
I had chuckled, the sound rumbling from my chest. “Don’t worry, sweet one. We’ll take it nice and slow.”
I had approached the bed, my cock swaying heavily with each step. Mary’s breath had hitched as I loomed over her, my human-yet-alien form dwarfing her petite frame. I had run a hand along her thigh, marveling at the softness of her skin.
With deliberate movements, I had positioned myself between her legs, the head of my cock just barely brushing against her wet folds. Mary had whimpered, her hips twitching involuntarily.
“Please,” she had breathed, her voice barely audible. “I need…”
I had smiled, reaching for the handheld. “I know exactly what you need, little one.”
With a few taps, I had increased the threshold of her governor. The effect had been immediate—Mary’s back had arched off the bed, a strangled moan escaping her lips as the released arousal caused by her body’s reaction to my dominance coursed through her frame.
“Oh! Oh, sir, it’s so… so much,” she had gasped, her fingers clutching at the sheets.
I had leaned down, capturing one of her pert nipples in my mouth as I slowly, inexorably began to push inside her. The tight heat of her cunt had enveloped me, her inner walls stretching to accommodate my girth.
Mary had cried out, a mix of pleasure and discomfort evident in her voice. I had paused, allowing her time to adjust, and adjusted her governor once more. The added stimulation had seemed to ease her discomfort, turning her cries into moans of pure bliss.
Inch by inch, I had sunk deeper into her welcoming body. The sight of my blue cock disappearing into her pink folds had mesmerized me, a stark and erotic contrast. When I had seated myself fully within her, I had taken a moment to savor the sensation.
“Good girl,” I had murmured, nuzzling her neck. “You’re taking the cock so well.”
I had begun to move, setting a slow, steady rhythm. Each thrust had sent waves of pleasure through both of us, amplified for Mary by the new level of her governor and the difference from the duller pleasure I had permitted when I tasted her.
I had reached out to the handheld, lying beside the girl’s shoulder, and turned her threshold up again, this time all the way to eight.
Mary had screamed, and started to come. Her tight sheath had gripped my huge manhood like a velvet vise, and I had let out a groan of pleasure as I fucked her harder and harder. I had brought her to three orgasms, raising the governor by one after each of them so the next would give Mary even more pleasure. At last I had come inside her sweet little cunt as she sobbed out one last climax.
“Thank you, sir,” Mary had whispered as I gathered her into my arms. “They… they said I wouldn’t ever forget it, when they sent me to your suite. They were right.”
Mary had captivated me, to be sure. As I took my turn around the lovely plazas of Prosperia’s capital, I remembered thinking, as I had left the planet, that the woman to whom I gave my heart could well be the sort of girl who embraced life with a governor between her thighs, and the connection the ingenious technology could forge between us. The thought that the liberated Vionian concubine Alpha was escorting might join Prosperian society, and find a new life here, slowed my stride to a reflective pace as I walked back to the embassy, turning over possibilities in my mind.
Tessara
I felt my breath catch in my throat as I watched Lieutenant Mero bind Sala to the whipping block that Alpha’s command chair had become. Part of me screamed at me to look away, to run, to hide from this public display of dominance and submission. Yet I found myself drawn forward as if pulled by an invisible force.
My feet carried me to Alpha’s side before I could even process the decision to move. The heat radiating from his massive blue form seemed to envelop me, and I was acutely aware of how small and weak I felt next to him.
As I took my place, I couldn’t tear my eyes away from Sala’s lovely form. Her bottom, pale and perfect, was raised invitingly, quivering slightly with each breath she took. The curve of her spine was a work of art, and I found myself tracing it with my gaze, from the nape of her neck down to where it disappeared at the beginning of the valley between her slightly spread bottom cheeks.
To my shame and confusion, I felt a surge of arousal course through me. My cunny clenched involuntarily, a familiar warmth building deep within my core. I shifted uncomfortably, trying to ignore the slickness gathering between my thighs.
Alpha raised the naval cat, its multiple tails swaying ominously. Sala’s breath hitched audibly, her body tensing in anticipation. The entire bridge seemed to hold its breath, waiting for the first stroke to fall.
As my gaze traveled even lower, I felt my breath catch in my throat. From this angle, I could see Sala’s bare cunny peeking out from between her spread thighs. To my shock and embarrassment, I noticed how the pink, private furrow glistened visibly with need, its delicate folds flushed and swollen with arousal.
The first stroke fell with a sharp crack that seemed to echo through the bridge. Sala’s body jerked, a strangled cry escaping her lips. Five angry red lines bloomed across her pale skin, and I winced in sympathy. But as Alpha raised the whip again, I noticed something that made my eyes widen in disbelief—Sala was pushing her bottom up, as if eager for more.
Stroke after stroke landed, each one punctuated by Sala’s cries and moans. The sounds she made were unlike anything I’d heard before—not just pain, but a complex mixture of agony and ecstasy that made my head spin. Her backside began to squirm provocatively, hips rolling in a way that seemed designed to entice and arouse.
As the punishment continued, I found myself mesmerized by the dance of pain and pleasure playing out before me. Sala’s cries grew louder, more urgent, and I realized with a jolt of shock that she was nearing climax from the whipping alone.
To my horror, I felt an answering surge of arousal course through my own body. My cunny spasmed again, the familiar warmth building below my belly. I shifted uncomfortably, acutely aware of the wetness between my own thighs.
I wanted to look away, to run and hide from this public display that affected me so strongly. But I couldn’t tear my eyes from the sight of Sala’s reddened, squirming bottom and the glimpses of her needy cunny. My hands twitched at my sides, and I was struck by an almost overwhelming urge to touch myself, to seek relief from the aching need building within me.
Shame washed over me in waves as I realized how aroused I had become from watching Sala’s punishment. What was wrong with me, that I could find pleasure in such a thing? I bit my lip hard, trying to focus on the pain rather than the throbbing between my legs.
But even as I struggled with my conflicting emotions, I couldn’t deny the truth of what I witnessed. Sala clearly found intense pleasure in her punishment, and the sight of it had awakened something primal and hungry within me as well.
As Alpha continued to whip his beautiful wife, I felt the urge to touch myself growing stronger with each passing moment. My cunny ached to be filled. I squeezed my thighs together, trying to create some friction, but it only served to heighten my arousal. My nipples had hardened into tight peaks, and I longed to pinch and tease them.
The sounds of the naval cat striking Sala’s tender flesh, punctuated by her cries of pain and pleasure, filled my ears. The scent of her arousal wafted through the air, mingling with the crisp, clean smell of the bridge. My mouth watered, and I found myself wondering what it would be like to taste her again, to lap at her dripping cunny while Alpha continued to punish her.
Horrified by my own thoughts, I clasped my hands behind my back, gripping my wrists tightly. The position thrust my breasts forward, making me even more aware of how exposed I was. I could feel the eyes of the crew upon me, and a fresh wave of shame and arousal washed over me.
Alpha’s arm rose and fell in a steady rhythm, each stroke of the whip leaving vibrant red lines across Sala’s pale skin. Her bottom and thighs had become a canvas of crimson, crisscrossed with welts that seemed to glow in the soft light of the bridge. Sala’s cries had grown louder, more urgent, and I could see her hips rolling in a desperate search for friction.
Just when I thought I couldn’t bear another moment, Alpha lowered the whip. “Enough,” he said, his deep voice resonating through the room. “You’ve taken your punishment well, my love.”