Chapter 20
CHAPTER 20
T essara
The idea of it, of being made to take Gamma’s cock in my anus, made me buck under him, my hips rising in desperate search of more stimulation. I could feel an orgasm only a hair’s breadth away.
I sobbed in desperate need as Gamma slowly withdrew his massive length from my aching cunny. The sudden emptiness left me feeling bereft, my inner walls clenching around nothing.
“On your knees,” Gamma commanded, his deep voice full of an authority that made my tummy flip.
Trembling, I rolled over and pushed myself up onto all fours. I felt my brow furrow as I became intensely aware of my arousal trickling down my inner thighs, evidence of my shameful, irresistible need for my master’s huge, rigid penis.
“Face down,” came Gamma’s next order.
I lowered my upper body, pressing my burning cheek against the soft sheets. The position exposed me mortifyingly, my reddened bottom raised high in the air. I squeezed my eyes shut, overwhelmed by a heady mixture of humiliation and desperate anticipation.
Behind me, I heard Gamma’s breathing quicken. His large hands grasped my hips, fingers digging into my flesh as he positioned himself. I whimpered as I felt the blunt head of his cock nudge against my entrance once more.
With one powerful thrust, Gamma buried himself fully inside me. I cried out, my slick sheath stretching to accommodate his immense girth all over again. The new angle allowed him to penetrate even deeper than before, hitting spots inside me that made stars explode behind my eyelids.
As Gamma began a steady, pounding rhythm, I felt something probe at my other entrance. His thumb, slick with my own juices, circled my puckered opening before pressing insistently against it.
“No,” I gasped, trying to squirm away. “Please, not there…” I had received my Vionian masters there, when they wished truly to degrade me. At first it felt wrong for my affectionate new lord to demand that of me.
But Gamma’s grip on my hip tightened, holding me in place as his thumb breached the tight ring of muscle. The burn of the intrusion made me sob, a confused tangle of pain and pleasure coursing through my body.
“Relax,” Dr. Ashcroft’s clinical voice cut through my haze of sensation. “Focus on the pleasure, Miss Tessara. Your anus will learn to welcome your master’s touch.”
As if spurred on by the doctor’s words, Gamma increased his pace. His cock pounded into my cunny relentlessly while his thumb worked deeper into my bottom. The dual penetration was overwhelming, pushing me to the very edge of what I could bear.
And then, with a particularly deep thrust that ground against that spot deep inside me while his thumb pressed firmly into my anus, something inside me seemed to shatter.
The orgasm crashed over me like a tidal wave, more intense than anything I had ever experienced. I screamed, my body convulsing as waves of pleasure radiated outward from my core. My inner walls clamped down on Gamma’s thick shaft, pulsing rhythmically as my climax went on and on.
Just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, a second orgasm slammed into me. My body trembled uncontrollably as waves of pleasure crashed over me again and again. Each thrust of Gamma’s massive cock seemed to trigger another climax, leaving me gasping and incoherent. I lost all sense of time and place, aware only of the exquisite sensations rushing through my body.
“That’s it, take my cock,” Gamma growled, his voice husky with arousal. “Such a good little slut, coming over and over on my manhood.”
His crude words only intensified my pleasure. I knew somewhere, distantly, that Gamma knew it too. His imitation of the kind of thing the crew of the Conqueror of Bresla had said as they fucked me, I understood, was for my pleasure as well as his own. I moaned wantonly, pushing back against him to take him even deeper.
“Her cunt feels delightful, Doctor,” Gamma panted. “So tight and hot. The way she squeezes me when she comes… it’s divine.”
“Excellent,” Dr. Ashcroft replied. “Her responsiveness bodes well for her future as a concubine or, again, even as a wife.”
Gamma’s thrusts became more erratic, his breathing harsh. With a final, powerful drive, he buried himself completely inside me. I felt his cock pulse as he erupted, flooding my insides with his hot seed. The sensation triggered yet another orgasm, my inner walls milking him greedily.
As the last tremors subsided, Gamma gently withdrew.
“If you would return Miss Tessara to the posture in which I examined her…” the doctor began, but Gamma had anticipated the request. My master had already flipped me onto my back. He grasped my thighs, spreading me open once more for the doctor’s inspection. I whimpered softly at the renewed exposure, the terrible openness and visibility of my well-fucked cunny.
Dr. Ashcroft leaned in close, his clinical gaze focused on my most intimate areas. “Fine, fine,” he murmured. “Her tissues show excellent elasticity and lubrication. Now, let’s proceed with the governor.”
He held up a small metal probe, close to my face. I frowned as I saw a small metal object at its tip, gleaming in the soft light. It resembled a delicate, mechanical insect, its legs ending in sharp points. I stared at it with a mixture of fascination and dread.
“This will regulate your sexual response,” the doctor explained. “With Mr. Gamma’s help you will quickly learn to associate pleasure with obedience.”
Dr. Ashcroft’s clinical gaze softened slightly as he held the gleaming metal probe before my wide eyes. “Now, Tessara,” he said, his tone gentle yet firm, “this will sting for just a moment, but I assure you the discomfort will pass quickly.”
I felt my heart racing, a cold sweat breaking out across my skin despite the lingering heat of my encounter with Gamma. The tiny mechanical device at the end of the probe seemed to pulse with an otherworldly life of its own, its delicate legs twitching ever so slightly as if eager to latch onto me.
“Take a deep breath,” the doctor instructed, positioning himself between my spread thighs. “Try to relax.”
I inhaled shakily, my eyes darting to Gamma’s face. His expression was impassive, but I thought I detected a flicker of concern in his alien blue eyes. That small show of empathy was oddly comforting, anchoring me as I braced myself for what was to come.
With practiced precision, Dr. Ashcroft lowered the probe. I felt the cool metal brush against my clitoris, and then?—
A sharp, burning pain exploded through me. I cried out, my back arching off the bed as the governor’s legs pierced my tender skin. It felt as if a thousand tiny needles were burrowing into me, setting every nerve ending aflame.
And then, as suddenly as it had begun, the pain vanished.
I blinked, panting heavily as I tried to process the abrupt transition. Where moments ago there had been searing agony, now I felt… nothing. No pain, no discomfort, not even the lingering ache I would have expected. It was as if the governor had simply melded with my body, becoming a seamless part of me.
“There now,” Dr. Ashcroft said, setting aside the probe. “That wasn’t so bad, was it?”
I shook my head mutely, still marveling at the lack of sensation. Cautiously, I clenched my internal muscles, half-expecting a jolt of pain. But there was nothing—just the usual feeling of my well-used cunny, still slick with the mingled fluids of my arousal and Gamma’s release.
The doctor’s next question caught me off guard. “Tell me, Tessara,” he said, his tone conversational as if he weren’t currently studying my most intimate areas, “do you masturbate regularly?”
Heat flooded my cheeks at his blunt inquiry. I felt my face crumple into a mortified frown as I shook my head vigorously, unable to meet his eyes or Gamma’s.
“No need for embarrassment,” Dr. Ashcroft assured me, though his words did little to quell my shame. “It’s a perfectly natural activity, especially for a young woman with your… experiences. But I suppose your time aboard the Vionian ship likely didn’t allow for much privacy or self-exploration.”
I nodded mutely, still unable to meet his gaze. The truth was I had rarely felt the urge to touch myself during my time as a Vionian concubine. The constant use and abuse of my body had left me numb, disconnected from my own desires.
“Well,” the doctor continued, “that will change now. Regular masturbation, under Mr. Gamma’s supervision and control of course, will be an important part of your training and integration into life as a Prosperian woman. Mr. Gamma will of course punish you if you touch yourself without permission, but most Prosperian husbands allow their wives to masturbate in front of them, when the wife has behaved herself, and asks respectfully.”
His words sent a confusing mix of emotions coursing through me. The idea of touching myself while Gamma watched made my face glow with embarrassment, but it also provoked an unexpected thrill of excitement.
Dr. Ashcroft’s clinical gaze grew more serious. “Now, Miss Tessara, I want to reiterate that you must only ever touch yourself with Mr. Gamma’s express permission. The governor will help reinforce this, but it’s very important that you understand the rules.” He paused, ensuring I was following his words. “However, if Mr. Gamma allows it, I would like you to masturbate now. It will help you become familiar with how the governor operates.”
I felt my cheeks burn even hotter, if that were possible. The idea of touching myself in front of these two men seemed terribly shameful. Yet beneath that shame, I felt a flicker of curiosity and an undeniable pulse of arousal.
Gamma’s deep voice cut through my swirling thoughts. “Tessara,” he said, his tone gentle but firm, “touch yourself. Show us how you pleasure your cunny.”
My breath hitched at his command. Despite my embarrassment, I felt compelled to obey. Slowly, hesitantly, I slid my hand down my body. My fingers trembled as they brushed against the bareness between my thighs, still slick from my earlier encounters.
As I parted my folds, I was struck by how sensitive I felt. Every touch seemed magnified, sending shivers of pleasure radiating outward. I whimpered softly, surprised by the intensity of the sensation.
“That’s it,” Dr. Ashcroft encouraged. “Explore yourself. A young woman like you is surely still needy, even after dominant coitus from a large penis—indeed, rather, because of it.”
Emboldened by his words and Gamma’s steady gaze, I began to move my fingers more purposefully. I circled my clit, gasping at the jolt of pleasure that shot through me. It was unlike anything I had experienced before—sharper, more focused, as if the governor was channeling all my sensation to that one point.
I dipped lower, sliding two fingers into my still-slick channel. The feeling of fullness, combined with the lingering ache from Gamma’s massive cock, made me moan softly. I began to pump my fingers in and out, my hips rising to meet each thrust.
“Very good,” Dr. Ashcroft murmured. “Now, focus on your clitoris. Rub it in circles, varying the pressure.”
Blushing furiously but unable to disobey, I followed his instructions. As my fingertips brushed over my clit, I felt a sudden surge of pleasure so intense it made me cry out. My back arched off the bed, my thighs trembling as waves of ecstasy washed over me.
As I writhed on the bed, lost in the throes of pleasure, I dimly registered Dr. Ashcroft’s voice. “Good responsiveness,” he said, his clinical tone at odds with the intimacy of the moment. “Mr. Gamma, I’ll transfer control of the governor to your handheld device.”
Through half-lidded eyes, I watched as the doctor manipulated his own handheld. With a few deft taps, Dr. Ashcroft interfaced the device with Gamma’s handheld, which Gamma had retrieved from his jacket.
A holographic display sprang to life above Gamma’s screen, an intricate web of pulsing lines and glowing nodes that seemed to represent my nervous system. At its center, a bright point of light throbbed in time with the pleasure radiating from my core. I stared, mesmerized by the visual representation of my own arousal.
“As you can see,” Dr. Ashcroft explained, “the governor allows for precise control over Miss Tessara’s sexual responses.”
“I know, Doctor,” Gamma replied. “I’ve had some experience with the technology.”
“Ah, good,” the doctor replied. “So you know that you can modulate the intensity, frequency, and even the specific areas of stimulation.” His finger traced a complex pattern on the holographic display, causing the web of light to shift and dance. “Most Prosperian women are kept at a relatively low setting when their husbands or masters are not enjoying them. Go ahead and help Miss Tessara get accustomed to the feeling.”
Gamma nodded, his alien blue eyes studying the intricate display with intense focus. His eyes moved to my face, and I felt heat color my cheeks. “Like this?” he asked, making a subtle adjustment with his large blue finger.
The change was instantaneous and overwhelming. The pleasure that had been building to a crescendo suddenly diminished, leaving behind a tingling sensation that pulsed through my cunny. It was as if someone had turned down the volume on my arousal, leaving me teetering on the edge of release but unable to fall over.
I let out a sob, my hips bucking desperately against my own hand as I sought the peak that now seemed frustratingly out of reach. “Please,” I whimpered, hardly knowing what I was begging for.
“Exactly, Mr. Gamma,” Dr. Ashcroft praised. “Her body is beginning to get used to the sensation. Try reducing the stimulation further.”
Gamma made another adjustment, his fingers dancing across the holographic interface with surprising delicacy given their size. This time, I felt the pleasure recede entirely, leaving behind an emptiness that made me want to weep. The tingling sensation in my cunny faded to nothing, as if someone had flipped a switch and turned off my ability to feel pleasure altogether.