Image – Cherie Deville
I shivered and pulled the enormous bear rug more tightly around me. The air was colder on the observation deck and I didn’t have anything on underneath. They’d taken my clothes away from me when they captured us and the rug was all I could find. It left my legs bare and I felt tiny slips of cool air lick at my thighs and sex and slither up to my belly and breasts.
I had goosebumps on my arms and I felt a little panicky. But it wasn’t just the cold. It was what was out there. Or rather what wasn’t out there. It was enormous. Infinite. Through the glass dome the stars seemed to have the vertiginous quality of being both close and distant at the same time. They looked like tiny ice crystals smashed and scattered at random on a sheet of utter blackness. A cold dark void. Monstrous in its infinity. I’d never seen the likes of it before and it shocked me deep down. There was no life I could see there. None. Everything seemed frozen and still and dead. I couldn’t begin to comprehend it. How could what was beyond the sky be so vast and yet so empty?
And how was it that we were here now? On this enormous strange craft. We’d been sheltering in the caves by the sea after the thunders came and the skies turned orange but the invaders had found us there. They’d turned us out of the caves, stripped us, rounded up the young and the healthy and brought us here, leaving those left behind to die in the poisoned air.
There were so many questions running through my head that, for a moment, I felt quite dizzy. My legs felt like jelly and I started to sweat even though I was shivering. I could feel my heart pounding under my breast. This was not what I had expected at all. It was all just nothing. A big black nothing and I felt like it was sucking me out there. Out through the thin flimsy glass. Into the void. My stomach tightened and I knew I had to get away. I quickly turned to the exit and my only thought was to get back below to the safety of the captain’s quarters. If he knew I was here he’d punish me for sure but I didn’t care. I’d had to come. I’d needed to see it for myself.
I should have asked his permission though. Perhaps he would have prepared me better.
I deserved to be punished for this. Punishment. Sometimes it was necessary for the likes of me. More often than not I enjoyed it and will admit to provoking my elders and betters on occasion to get it. They say I love being the center of attention. We should beat it out of her they say. But that’s usually just what I’m looking for.
Spanking. Whips. Floggers. Being tied up. The thought of it – the promise of it – completely distracted me for a moment and I felt my sex quiver at the prospect of feeling the lash on my bare buttocks. A hard whipping. By the captain’s hands. Yes. The hot leather straps curling hungrily around my naked breasts, biting at my ass, making me cry out both in pain and pleasure. The expectation of it cleared my head and I hastened towards the door.
Some people had entered after me and were now gazing up through the glass dome into the blackness above, lost in the wonder of it I should imagine. One of them glanced over and saw me and whispered something to the others. They all turned to look at me. There was an officer with them. She would know who – or what – I was and was bound to summon me for questioning but I ran anyway. I was still feeling too panicky and afraid to explain myself and I just wanted to get away off the deck and back to the warmth and safety of the captain’s quarters below. I think I heard a voice call after me but I didn’t stop, even though I should have.
I knew I was in trouble but as I say, in spite of it, or maybe because of it, my mind – and my sex – insisted on wandering into sexual fantasy. The captain would be sure to find out. He’d be mad and want me whipped. The officer who saw me would probably volunteer to flog me and maybe they’d make a public spectacle of it.
Or something even worse. No, that worried me for a moment. I hadn’t been here for a long and still had no idea what the limits were. They’d told us that, as far as were concerned, blind, unquestioning and above all silent obedience was the law. And I knew there were nasty punishments here. Serious ones. We were their slaves now. It was only because I belonged to the captain that I was granted any kind of freedom at all.
Yes, I needed to get back. Confess. I’d lie at the captain’s feet and play dumb. Silly girl. His naughty pet. I couldn’t help myself, sir. Yes, sir. I accept my punishment gladly. Whip me until I beg, sir. Oh whip me please, I’m so sorry.
I’d bend over and he’d take the flogger to my ass. With my legs spread wide the leather would bite and gnaw at my ass and it would sting my pussy and I would have to plead him for forgiveness, the tears welling up in me as I struggled at the restraints and screamed and writhed helplessly under the burning corroding lashes, craving only release from the justly earned torment.
I had seen what was out there and I shouldn’t have and it had scared me. Scared the living daylights out of me. Yes. I needed to be punished. Brought to my senses. To feel the stinging whip upon my naked breasts. Yes, that was real. The whip. What I’d seen out there that was…
I need life. Not death. Make me burn. Make me live.
Image – Alex / PainGate.com
So anyway I imagine by now you’ve realized that I enjoy sex enormously, especially with lots of rough play to spice it up. I mean I really love it. It makes me feel so alive. When we were all in the caves I think I fucked all of the pretty boys there and most of the girls, and even some of the older men who always loved spanking me. I have no prejudices you see. I’m quite indiscriminate. I don’t care what sex you are as long as you are sexy.
It was much hotter below decks. I tore off the bear rug and threw it over my shoulder, running naked like a mad animal down the long corridor to the captain’s quarters. When I found the door I took a few deep breaths. Then, when I’d got my wind back and had calmed down a little, I knocked on the door and waited.
I smiled. There was his voice, deep, calm, reassuring. I opened the door as quietly as I could so as not to disturb. He was still writing at his desk just as I’d left him. He was shirtless. His taut, fit, muscular torso glistened invitingly in the dim light and I went over and laid the rug down at his feet. I knelt on it and waited in silence. He didn’t look at me. He seemed to be copying something from a large old book which was resting on a stand at the side of the desk. He was using an old-fashioned pen, not typing or using a machine as he usually did. I hadn’t seen him do that before and I watched entranced as his long graceful fingers carefully guided the nib over the paper.
His voice was distracted, distant. He flicked a page over and didn’t bother to turn to look at me.
“Where have you been?”
I paused. Best to get it out and be completely honest with him.
“Forgive me, sir. I have sinned. The sin of curiosity.”
He continued writing and I think maybe I saw a hint of a smile at the corner of his mouth. But then he stopped and stared intently at the page in front of him for a few moments, as if I were of only of minor importance. A pesky child to be tolerated.
Finally, he said, “Curiosity? That’s a dangerous thing. It killed a cat, I believe. A pretty little kitten like you would stand no chance against it. But you still haven’t answered my question.”
I needed to tread carefully. There was no way I should have been there and what I’d seen had shocked me and I had a million questions to ask right now.
He must have sensed something. He turned to look at me. His deep brown eyes seemed to bore into me. There was an intensity about him that I found quite disconcerting sometimes. He could be joking one minute and cursing the next. He was unpredictable, quick to anger and I never knew if he was going to laugh with me or shout at me. He was like a big bear. Warm and cuddly and adorable but then suddenly he’d turn on you and all hell would break loose. In the few weeks I’d been here I’d learned to admire him, even love him, I certainly loved the sex with him but I feared his sudden anger above everything. As did the crew who served under him.
He was the kind of person that when he got angry furniture got broken.
Anyway I decided to plunge in. Maybe he wouldn’t be too bothered. He seemed busy with his papers and I’m sure that was more important than whatever I’d been up to.
“I went up to the observation deck, sir, I’m sorry sir, I know I shouldn’t have but I couldn’t help it”.
I gasped it out all in one go and waited.
He stared at me blankly for a few moments.
“What? You went where? What do you mean you couldn’t help it?”
He glared at me, “Are you some kind of pathetic weakling?”
His face had hardened and his voice was rising in anger. Damn. That had been a stupid excuse.
“No sir. I mean… My curiosity got the better of me.” I gulped, “I…. I just wanted to see what… I mean…”
I was jabbering. Squirming at his feet. Tying myself in knots. Words failed me so I thought visible surrender was probably the best option. I lowered my head and still kneeling, slowly leant forward and touched the floor with my arms straight out in front of me, my nipples brushing softly against the thick rug and my fingers almost touching his feet. It was a position he’d taught me. I needed to be humble he said. And show it. The truth was that with my ass raised up like this I felt wonderfully naked and vulnerable and extremely fuckable. The position gave me an exciting quiver of sexual pleasure. Forgive me. Or even better, punish me. Then fuck me. In the ass if you please.
“I know I should be punished for it, sir,” I offered meekly.
All of sudden and quite unexpectedly he yanked me up by my hair and made me look directly into his reddening face. He was furious now.
This was not a game. And he wanted me to know it.
“I decide who gets punished.”
“Yes, sir,” I gasped, “I’m sorry sir.”
In a sudden flash of fury he leaned forward and yanked my head back with his left hand and slapped me on the face with the other. I cried out in shock and then he did it again. He just looked at me a moment, almost quizzically, to see how I’d react, and then he just slapped me again. And then again.
I started to feel a little dazed from the blows but what hurt the most was his pulling my head back by my hair. It felt like he was tearing it out. I screamed and he threw me violently onto my back, right on the bear rug, probably pulling out some of my hair in the process.
I whimpered and sniffled and managed to wipe my eyes. I looked up hoping he’d jump on me and fuck me hard there and then. But he was standing up. Right over me. His hands on his waist. The ferocious look on his face scared me. I’d never seen him like this before. What had I done? I’d been silly, yes, but I’d meant no harm. It’s not as if I’d been in any danger or hurt anyone.
But when I looked into his eyes I realized something. It came to me in a flash. I saw all his barely contained fury and I saw the fire and I saw his passion and I saw everything that I had not seen on the observation deck and realized that everything I wanted and needed was right here in front of me. I looked down and saw the bulge in his pants and right at that moment I wanted him to fuck me so bad. Fuck me hard. Violently. I wanted him to slap me again and to whip me, punish me for being so stupid and then take out his thick hard cock and ram it up into me until I begged, screamed, howled for a mercy that only he could grant me. He would fill me up. Raise me and strike out all the silly badness in me.
“Please, sir, I beg you. I meant no harm.”
I think I was in tears. Part of me meant it. The other part desperately needed to be fucked.
“Do you know how lucky you are? Lucky to be alive even?”
“You saved me sir. I know it. And I am thankful.”
I glanced up at his cock again. It was hard. So he was enjoying this too then. Maybe not as angry as he was making out? Good. How much of this was a game and how much of his fury had been real? Did it matter? I didn’t care. Fuck me in anger. His cock was the realest thing in the entire universe right now and angry or not I wanted it inside me. And he looked fit to burst. God how big he was. I yearned to reach out and take it between my fingers and…
Just then there was a knock at the door.
A moment’s silence.
Both of us just stared at each other. Neither moving.
Then he spoke.
The door opened and an officer entered. It was the woman I’d seen on the observation deck.
He made no attempt to hide his erection. He didn’t even move. At that moment I adored him so much. I had no doubts. He was shameless. Real. No hypocrisy or dissimulation. He was the captain and he would do what he damned well liked.
And at that moment I wanted nothing more than him doing what he damned well liked with my bare naked ass. Who was this idiot woman? Why couldn’t she have waited? What the hell was so fucking urgent?
“Sir, I thought you should know. Your slave was on the observation deck. Unsupervised.”
“Yes. I know.”
He sighed and went over to the writing desk. He slowly poured himself a glass of water and took a sip.
“Is that wise, sir?”
“No, of course it isn’t,” he snapped sharply.
“She neither had, nor sought, my permission.”
“I was not the only one who saw her, sir. An example will need to be made of her.”
“I’m quite aware of that, Officer.”
For a moment he didn’t move or say anything. He stared down at me, blankly. The fury had completely passed and so had the bulge in his pants.
“Very well. Enough games. She seems incorrigible. As well as insatiable,” he said adjusting his pants.
“And anyway I don’t have time for any distractions at the moment. She needs to be disciplined and now’s the time to do it.”
He took a piece of paper from the desk and quickly scrawled something on it. He signed it with a flourish and said, “Take her down to the engineers. Give this note to the chief.”
“Very good sir. I’m sure it’s for the best.” She sounded pleased with herself. As if she’d been proved right about something. Miss prim and proper with her top tunic button done up just right. “It’s what needed and they are very thorough at…”
“Tonight only. She is to be returned to me undamaged at noon. She is to be taught a lesson, no more. I make a temporary gift of her to the engineers for that purpose only. They have their methods and are welcome to use her and test her as they wish but I want her back in one piece. Understand? Make no mistake, officer, if there is any sign of permanent damage or trauma I will hold you and the Chief Engineer personally responsible. I’ll have his balls skewered and roasted on a fire and you hung up by the tits for a week.”
She jumped to attention, “Yes sir, absolutely sir.”
I was pissed but I wanted to laugh at her. She sounded like she had something stuck up her ass. Hung up by her tits. Ha! I’d love to see that. In fact I’d love to see her out of that uniform. You can only ever judge people when they’re naked I always think.
I looked her up and down. Her hair was tied back in a bun under her black cap. She was tall, slim, good looking in the conventional sense, older than me, around 25 I would guess. There was something aristocratic and feline in her bearing. Rich kid probably. She had calculating eyes and spoke as if she were assessing all the probabilities.
She was the haughty mama cat to my playful little kitty. I wasn’t sure what would happen if were left alone together. A cat-fight? Or something else entirely?
And by golly it looked like we were going to find out pretty soon.
“You are personally responsible for her safe passage down there. And I grant you temporary co-ownership of her until tomorrow. She is to be taken down immediately. That is all. You are dismissed.”
And without even a look at me he turned his back on us and returned to his papers at the writing desk.
What? So no more fucking today?
I was really pissed and stared sulkily at the bear rug.
He was getting rid of me for the night. But what harm had I done?
And who the hell were the engineers?
To be continued