Corbin's Captive (2 page)

Yani felt her sex swell with tingling sensations watching the glistening length of the Azurian's cock pull all the way out and then slam back into the woman's punished anal orifice, jarring the whimpering Aquarian forward.

The other male pumped her mouth, gagging her each time he pressed forward. Azurian men were tall, purple-skinned, behemoths with pointed, black-tipped ears. Their bald heads sported intricate tattooed designs that held some significance, although Yani did not know what.

With their thickly muscled bodies and ruggedly attractive faces, Azurian males were actually very appealing. However, they had a reputation of being brutal lovers.

The way these two rammed their massive cocks into the whimpering woman did little to dispel that fact.

The female however, appeared to be quite euphoric despite the rough handling. Yani observed the trio with morbid fascination, absently twirling a dark lock of her long hair.

The trio bucked and groaned while the culmination of their tryst overtook them.

Her own breathing became shallower and wetness moistened the swelling lips of her pussy. As much as she thought the public sex to be indecent, Yani did not deny it turned her on.

"Princess Yani?"

She turned sharply, bringing a hand to her ample chest as her breathing calmed down. Her face turned multiple shades of red, realizing that the Royal Azurian Transporter had seen her ogling the sexual ménage behind them.

She quickly regained her composure, "Yes, ah, are you here to bring me to the royal manor?"

A bit thinner and shorter than most Azurian males, the porter bowed low. His tattooed head nearly reached her knees. "I am at your service. Prince Gor has requested your presence for the evening collation."

He stood upright again and proceeded to pick up her baggage. A small, red, oval-shaped, transport capsule sat parked next to the terminal entrance.

Yani took a deep breath to calm her frazzled nerves. Well at least I don't have to carry my own bags.

* * * *

Exhilaration sizzled through Corbin's body. His mood changed the moment he left Yor. It always did. For at least a short while, he could pretend to be free of all responsibility, or at the very least, ignore it.

Tingling vibrations hummed through the lengths of his dreads. He could almost taste the sting of Mistress Kye's favorite flogger. It had been a little over three years ago that he discovered the Sh'kra culture.

Sh'kra women ruled the males. Their exotic sexual practices are what drew Corbin to Mistress Kye. His excursions since then always began with a visit to the Mistress.

Planet Azuri became home to many different species. Hundreds of years before the Galactic Governing Council had made Azuri, a then uninhabited planet, claimable for any and all alien races that wished to expand borders beyond their home worlds. It resulted in a hodgepodge of alien species, all with their own customs, languages and form of government.

The royal family, who call themselves Azurians, because they settled the first colony on Azuri, oversaw the various mini-governments, keeping peace between the different alien species.

Corbin had seen a few battles between the races. Although the Azurians quickly squashed any uprisings, the tension between certain species was volatile.

The Sh'kra kept to themselves, preferring a solitary life in settlements beneath the main cities. They were nocturnal. Therefore, the darkness suited them just fine. Azuri had seventy-two hour days and only twenty-two hours of night.

He stopped at the entrance of the Sh'kra receiving post, where two women stood guard. Over six feet tall, they nearly reached eye level with Corbin. However, at seven-foot he still managed to dwarf them. He didn't miss the coy interest in one of the women's eyes.

Like all the females of her species, she possessed four arms, two larger and very normal looking ones, and two smaller limbs beneath them. A shear shift barely covered her lithe muscled body.

Corbin enjoyed a delicious view of her full, round, breasts and the hairless slit between her thighs. Her legs were shaped more like the powerful limbs of the
Orcle
bird on Yor, appeared well suited for sprinting and high jumping. Despite the few unusual physical differences, the Sh'kra females were breathtakingly beautiful.

Braiding his dreads behind him in respect, he bowed low before them.

The one ogling Corbin stepped forward, "Welcome back, Dreg Corbin. Do you hunger for Kye's attentions so soon?"

He realized the question was rhetorical when she quickly averted her attention to the plasma blaster and identification card clipped to the belt of his form-fitting body-garment.

The woman chuckled, "Mistress Kye as left quite an impression on this pet." Her companion laughed.

Heat rushed to Corbin's cheeks. As much as he wanted to dispute the fact, he could not. Mistress Kye's attentions, he found out, released those fragile emotions that he had buried beneath layers of torment.

He waited quietly while the two women entered his identification pass into their computer. Respect went a long way with the Sh'kra. Males did not speak, unless directly spoken to by their mistresses.

Without asking Corbin, she reached for the gun and placed it in a temporary holding safe. After sealing the safe and pushing it back into the wall, she stepped aside.

"Enjoy your time here in Sh'kra City, pet."

She nearly purred the last word. Corbin had become accustomed to the beta treatment by Sh'kra females. It was not in his nature to bow down to anyone, however, he understood the Sh'kra culture: Women ruled in their society. The memory of his introduction to Sh'kra ways still sent delicious shivers through his body.

The wall in front of them slid apart, revealing the golden and emerald magnificence of the City. Even in the dim artificial lighting, it sparkled. His eyes adjust quickly to the drastically reduced brightness. Dregs had excellent night vision, making them effective nocturnal hunters, and in ancient times, lethal predators.

Pathways made of diamond shaped, polished, mica, in every color, intertwined through the city. Beautiful dome, triangular and oval shaped homes, all made of sparkling stone crystal, lined the streets. The colors ranged from blue and silver to gold and white.

No other transportation, other than a few carriages that were pulled by Sh’kra males on foot, were used for traveling. Mostly, women and their leashed men walked to their destinations. He entered and made his way to Mistress Kye's apartments, remembering to keep his head bowed as he passed several women on the way. He could not help, however, peeking from the corner of his eye at a Sh'kra Mistress and her male, playing on a neatly trimmed patch of red and green lawn.

The woman rode the male, as she held onto a pair of reins connected to a bridle around his head. In one of her hands, she held a two-foot long, five-lash, energy whip. Every now and then, she would lean back and flick it sharply against his bare ass, forcing him to buck.

The motion allowed her to rub and grind her pussy against the smooth skin of the man's back. Corbin could see the male's cock stretch further out from between his thighs. The male was nearing his peak of arousal.

It was the way of the Sh'kra. While the women were intensely sexual, males could only become aroused through masochistic domination by the females. The strangeness was not lost on Corbin, although he did not try to make sense of it.

The arrangement between Sh'kra sexes was an equal balance of master and subservient. Both seemed perfectly content in their rolls. In fact, the Sh'kra species had one of the most peaceful and harmonious societies he had ever witnessed.

Mistress Kye's apartments came into view. The gorgeous, circular shaped, golden building, betrayed the actual size of The Mistress's home. Once inside it sectioned off into luxurious rooms, each with an elevator that descended to lower levels of various playrooms, all themed differently.

Corbin waited at the front door. He stood still; head bowed, knowing that the sensors hidden around the habitat had already acknowledged his presence.

The door slid up, revealing a very naked Sh'kra male. His left pectoral muscle displayed Mistress Kye's insignia, a hollow circle with six silver studs, permanently pierced into his flesh, in a triangular pattern. Corbin recognized Ren immediately, Mistress Kye's favorite pet, the term all Sh'kra males called themselves.

Ren's handsome face smiled at Corbin. His solid black, slanted, eyes crinkled in the corners. Sh'kra Males were a bit shorter than the women. In addition, their bodies were sleekly muscled, and they only had two arms.

Like the women of his species, he had a slit between his thighs. While the females' slit hid a slick cunt and a tiny, funnel-shaped, clit, the male’s slit concealed a long, pink, tube-shaped, cock that receded into his body until he became aroused.

However, the main difference between Sh'kra sexes was the hair. Men had a long braid that grew from a round bony crest on the top of their heads. The women possessed a full head of cottony soft, straight hair.

All Sh'kra had black hair, which contrasted beautifully against their ethereally white skin tones. Corbin had to admit that physically, the Sh'kra were a magnificent species.

He stepped aside, motioning Corbin to enter. Without a word, Ren led Corbin to the lounge. He bowed low, but did not say a word, although his bright smile indicated how happy he was to see Corbin.

Ren would only speak when permitted by Mistress Kye, so Corbin simply bowed back and nodded once. It wasn't long before he felt a familiar presence behind him.

"Well, well... what a pleasant surprise!" Mistress Kye's smooth sultry voice held sweet promise.

She traveled her midnight eyes down, then back up, his body.

Corbin glanced up at her.

With a smile, she nodded once, letting him know that his unannounced visit pleased her.

"Ren! Prepare the Crimson Chamber, I wish to show my favorite Dreg pet our new toy."

Corbin's stomach clenched as he watched Ren wordlessly bow and hurry to do Kye's bidding. The pre-tingles of arousal began to warm his groin.

CHAPTER THREE

Dinner with the Azurians was a revelation. Yani stared at the ravishment of the Alturian roast beast with absolute revulsion. Now, on Zen, dinner with her parents and siblings was always a casual affair, however everyone still practiced good manners.

Of course, anytime her family sat to eat together usually involved some kind of propaganda her parents had purposely orchestrated, to show Zen citizens how "normal" the royal truly was.

Usually these shows were holo-videoed and distributed throughout the planet during special holidays or whenever her father was entertaining a dignitary from some other world. Still, even though she usually ate in her own rooms, she still used eating utensils.

The Azurians proved to be as barbaric as they looked. Gor barely acknowledge her, except to cast lascivious glances at her, as he licked the red, gooey, sauces from his fingers. It made Yani gag when he wiggled his long, pointy, tongue between his fore and middle finger suggestively.

He threw his head back and laughed at the blatant embarrassment shading her cheeks. Worse, the man continued to speak with a mouth full of food, spitting chunks of chewed roast into everyone else’s plates.

Yani could only stare in revulsion at the disgusting display. She tugged at the jeweled betrothal collar she had received as a gift from her future husband. The damn thing itched.

Their husbands claimed Azurian females as property. The collar, as beautiful as it was, signified ownership.
Gift my ass
, thought Yani. The minute she returned to Zen, the cursed thing was coming off and she would "accidentally" loose it. At least the thought gave her some comfort.

"Princess, you've barely touched your
ta'gnona
."

Yani turned towards Prince Gor. His handsome, purple, face barely hid his merriment with her reaction to his families' carnivorous display at the dinner table. Holy Ver, she wanted to toss the ta'gnona soup in his face.

"I'm not very hungry, the trip upset my stomach." Not to mention I was waiting for a spoon. Jeesh, do they eat everything with their hands?

Gor was the egotistical, self-centered, ill-mannered, org she'd thought he'd be and more. Despite his appealing visage, which included six feet, ten inches, of solid brawny muscle, the man had about as much class as a Zenian Shit-Beetle, aptly named for its appetite of humanoid waste?

His lips split into a surprisingly brilliant smile of straight, white, teeth. "Well perhaps what you need is something much heartier, here..." He reached over, grabbed the side of the roast with his hand, tore a big chunk of meat and plopped it in her bowl of soup, splashing most of it on the table and her lap.

Gasping, she pushed her chair back.

She stared in disbelief at the oozing mess on her dress, until anger sparked in her gut. Yani turned to face him again and gave him the most indignant, most furious, look she could muster.

The bastard simply stared her down and smirked. Asshole, he meant to do this to her!

Yani needed to get the hell out of there. She stood abruptly and looked towards King Krull and his wife, Queen Roe.

"I'm not feeling well. I'm sorry your Majesties, but I need some time ... to rest."

As regally as her tutors on Zen had taught her, Princess Yani bowed graciously, and then left the dining hall. On her way down the corridor, she heard the loud guffaws of the Azuri royal family echoing behind her.

Arghhhhhh!

She needed a drink!

* * * *

As implied, different shades of light and dark scarlet pillows, throws and chaises decorated the Crimson Chamber. The glossy white walls gave the decor a stark contrast. A single light hung from the ceiling, casting a dizzying kaleidoscope of pink and red shadows.

After stripping Corbin naked and clasping a studded silver collar on him, Ren led him on a leash to the room. He now stood, feet apart and arms bent at the elbow, with his hands laced behind his neck.