Corbin's Captive (3 page)

Ren used a leather strip to tie back his dreads. He had securely tightened the strap around the humming, finger-thin appendages, from mid-length, down to the dilating ends just above Corbin's ass.

Corbin would be helpless to use his dreads.

Dreg Warriors used their dreads as much for pleasure, as lethal weaponry. Corbin surmised that Ren bound them for the latter reason. Mistress Kye must be planning something extreme if she went to these lengths to ensure their safety. The thought had his cock twitching and growing hard. His body nearly convulsed with the need to reach down and pump his sex to its full state of arousal.

A few tugs on the leash told Corbin that Ren needed for him to follow.

He led him to a panel on the wall that he hadn't noticed before.

Ren laid his hand against the rectangular pad and pushed it in. About a second later, the wall slid into the ceiling.

Corbin lifted his head to see what the wall had concealed. Suddenly, the biting sting of a lash cracked across his back from his right shoulder to his left hip. He flinched and immediately dropped his face to the floor.

Mistress Kye appeared to his left. She wore nothing more than a jeweled belly chain, and gold loop-rings pierced through her taut nipples and the top of her genital slit. She smiled seductively.

She walked a slow circle around him, using one of her four hands to stroke the handle of her whip as if it were a male organ.

"Eyes down, body straight and flexed, feet apart. Good sweet, see you do remember, don't you?"

She leaned in and blew warm breath on his neck.

Corbin savored the tremor that traveled the length of his body. He heard Ren moving something out of the hidden compartment and gliding it across the red and white marbled tile floor. He apparently went about setting the thing up behind them.

Mistress Kye flicked a five-foot long laser whip, the one with a smooth phallus shaped handle, in front of Corbin's face. He dared not look up. Not because he feared being beat, but because this was part of the game, and he knew Mistress Kye would punish him by abating the session, forcing him to stand alone and naked, desperately waiting for her intimate touch, after bringing him to painful, un-sated, hyper- arousal.

As it was, the long wait for Ren to finish preparing whatever contraption awaited him, had his muscles tight with anxious anticipation. He took deep, even, breaths, to ease the horrible need to pounce, fuck, or kill, as was his nature.

All the while, Mistress Kye continued to blow calming, warm, breath on his neck and cheeks. Her commanding, yet soothing, voice whispering in his ear was a sharp contrast from the constant snap of her whip.

Corbin closed his eyes and let the Sh'kra Mistress take control of him. His muscles twitched. Tension slowly left his body. Another tug on his leash and he knew Ren was ready for him.

Mistress Kye wrapped the end of the leash around one elegant hand and led Corbin to the contraption Ren prepared for him. He raised his head slightly to get a view of the new toy his Mistress had purchased for her many Pets, including him.

Before him, hovering about a foot off the floor was a large rectangular frame. The sides appeared adjustable. Ren modified it to a height that would hold Corbin's seven-foot frame.

Beneath it, the same width of the frame, sat a long, three-inch thick grid, which emitted a magnetic field, holding the device in place. The frame itself did not have much girth. Corbin estimated that it had to be about nine feet tall and maybe three feet wide.

Attached to the four corners, metal shackles waited for him. It didn't take long for Mistress Kye to clamp him into position. With his arms stretched out to the sides, above his head, his wrists shackled to the frame, and his legs spread, shackled at the ankles, Corbin looked ready to be sacrifice. The magnetic field held him in place.

Mistress Kye licked her full lips. "You are beautiful to look at, Dreg Corbin."

Her eyes feasted on his body. Corbin knew he had been blessed with exceptional good looks. It made it easy for him to get plenty of sex. His skin, a light blue with beige undertones, was flawless. Dreg skin tones varied in color from light blue to blue green.

However, Corbin's skin had the subtle touch of light, pale peach, as was common among Zenians. He inherited the anomaly from his mother, along with his piercing blue eyes.

His mother's beautiful face flashed in his mind and his gut clenched with the thought of her premature death. Mistress Kye smacked his ass hard, both stunning and breaking him from his thoughts.

Thank the ancients for his Mistress's acute senses. She always knew when his demons began to torment him in her presence.

She ran her hand along the taught muscles of his abdomen, down to where his cock started to rise and thicken. Corbin groaned low. Ren returned with two more floggers. He handed them to Mistress Kye.

She held two laser whips in her lower hands and one black-braided, six-lash flog in her left upper hand. Three arms stretched out, and with synchronized grace, snapped the whips through the air. The display for Corbin let him know the Sh'kra woman meant to be merciless with his discipline. His cock throbbed. The arousal swelled in his stomach.

She walked out of his peripheral vision to stand at his back. Purposely, Mistress Kye flicked her wrists, snapping the whips several times. She stood only inches from Corbin, so that the gust of air caused by the lashes and crack of the laser thong had him groaning with expectancy.

His dreads hummed within their binds. He couldn't budge them, which both frustrated and aroused him. The feeling of helplessness, of being under the controlled assault of a beautiful woman, made Corbin’s muscles tense with needy anticipation.

His body trembled. His cock hardened more and rose to its full ten inches. She slapped his turgid length playfully back and forth, before stepping behind him onto the small platform that extend from the bottom of the rack.

Mistress Kye brushed her full breasts against his back. With her free hand, she reached around and grabbed the heavy ball sack between his legs.

She squeezed to the point of pain. Her breath tickled the rim of his right ear. "My pet ... your cock is so hard."

She grasped his phallus firmly as she stroked her hand up. Letting go of his hardness, she slapped it again a few more times, making Corbin groan harder. "Would you like for Ren to suck it while I give you punishment for being a very bad boy? You have been bad, have you not my sweet?"

Corbin tilted his head towards the whisper. "Yes, have Ren suck me, oh!"

Immediately, six, three foot long Sh'kra leather braded thongs, snapped against his thigh. The sting made him wince. Mistress Kye always hit hard and precise.

"Remember who is master here Pet Corbin!" Even as she admonished him, Kye used the soft, smooth, furred, knob of the whip's handle to gently rub the marks left on Corbin's thigh.

"Now answer your Mistress as you should."

Corbin shivered. His breathing hitched. "Yes Mistress, I w-wish for Ren to suck my cock, whilst you punish me."

She moved to his front, seductively swaying the three whipping toys before Corbin, teasing him with their promise.

"And why should I allow such pleasure, hmm?"

Corbin looked at Kye's gorgeous face through his long lashes. Arousal tightened in his balls, sending pre-climactic pulsing up his cock. Low growling groans rose from his chest.

"Because you wish it, my Mistress."

Her face lit up. Corbin filled with pride, knowing he had pleased her with his answer. She stepped aside and Ren stepped forward. The Sh'kra male looked down at Corbin's ridged cock.

He licked his lips and moaned softly through slow breaths. Corbin noticed Ren's slit start to part. The pink tip of his slender cock poked out between the folds.

He fell to his knees, bringing his face to a perfect level with Corbin's impressive dick.

Corbin closed his eyes and waited for Ren's soft lips to wrap around his erection.

First, a few quick flicks of Ren's tongue tickled the underside of the thick, mushroomed, head. It sent numbing tingles up, then down, the shaft, settling in his balls, making them pulse and tighten against the base of his cock.

Mistress Kye petted Ren on the head and walked to Corbin's back again. Slowly, Ren's mouth closed around the bulbous head of his penis. Corbin jerked his pelvis forward, demanding without words for Ren to take his lengthy maleness in deeper.

He heard feminine chuckles behind him. Then the sharp sting of a laser whip cracked across his mid back, followed by the six-thong flogger. Searing pain seeped deep into his flesh, making him hiss.

At the same time, Ren sucked Corbin's unyielding dick, taking him deep until he could feel the Pet's throat muscles contract tightly around the head.

Mistress Kye bent in and licked Corbin's left ear. "More sweet... ."

Corbin clenched his teeth and nodded. When nothing happened, he realized what the Mistress required of him.

"Yes, thank you my Mistress, may I have another?" His voice was low and raspy.

Mistress Kye reached around with one of her arms, and Corbin felt the smooth surface of the phallus-shaped handle pressing against his perineum. She twisted the top of the handle left to right. A light buzzing emanated from the tip and it started to vibrate against that sensitive area.

Corbin groaned and bucked his hips. Tiny quivering jolts throbbed up his rigid cock. He let out a long, tortured, groan.

Immediately the sting of another whip hit its mark. Corbin arched forward, gasping for breath. Ren began a stead rhythm on his dick, taking it all the way to the back of his throat, then sucking his way up the shaft.

The pressure it caused had Corbin's body shaking for release. Something he knew Mistress Kye wouldn't allow, until she commanded it.

As Ren's mouth fucked his dick, Kye whipped and flogged him. The two of them moved as if choreographed. The throbbing pain caused by the constant onslaught of Kye's whips, and the agonizing pleasure inflicted by Ren on his cock had Corbin groaning like a wounded animal.

He thrashed against his bounds, fighting for the culmination of this intense ecstasy, yet at the same time trying to stave off the pounding of pre-orgasmic spasms threatening to topple him over the precipice.

He heard Mistress Kye breathing harshly behind him, her own arousal peaking. He became drunk on the scent of their combined sexual musk.

Ren sucked on him like a ravished whore. His strokes became stronger, deeper, and faster, with each passing moment. As he devoured Corbin, Mistress Kye unleashed with a series of quick, perfectly executed, flays, cascading up, then down, his back. Her rhythmic clouting matched Ren's torturous mouth. Soon, pain and pleasure mingled.

Corbin moaned loudly, tears filled the backs of his eyes. Every nerve on his body was on fire. His muscles rippled under the onslaught. The world he once knew fell away into the blessed black void of delirium.

He could not get enough breath into his lungs. The searing heat in his back traveled down the length of his body and straight up his pulsing cock.

He wanted to cry out, but the intense euphoria enveloping him wouldn't allow it.

Still Mistress Kye thrashed, Ren sucked.

His eyes rolled back into his head.

He barely felt the cold, metal, ring Mistress Kye wrapped around the base of his cock.

Now he could not come, unless she allowed it. Merciful Ancients he wanted her to allow it. His balls swelled. They throbbed with pleasure-pain. His ragged voice raised several octaves and he cried through spastic breaths.

Mistress Kye's smiling face appeared before him. When had she stopped flogging him? Her hand stroked up and down his shaft, making him arch into her touch.

The throbbing in his back and cock seemed to create a volley of sensation that traveled down his entire body. It centered on the one appendage that had grown harder, thicker and longer than Corbin had ever known. The bright red head felt ready to burst.

For the first time in his life, Corbin whimpered like a baby. He begged Mistress Kye with his eyes for her to let him release.

She slowly shook her head, watching tears flow down Corbin's cheeks.

Sharp, rolling, pulses rode the length of his penis, the girth expanding to the point that Mistress Kye's long thin fingers could barely hold it in her grip... .

Ancients, he would surely die before his seed erupted from him! Something, no, someone, stood behind him. They slathered a slippery substance on his puckered anal entrance. Corbin snapped his head up.

Mistress Kye swiped the tip of her tongue across his slightly parted mouth.

He stared at her in tormented shock.

She lifted a finger to her lips, "Shhh ... sweet. Ren has grown quite aroused watching your discipline. He needs his lusts sated as well."

Sweet heavens! He knew what she meant. Already Ren's hands had grabbed the firm globes of his ass, spreading them wide. Cool air hit his exposed anus. He tensed.

Mistress Kye's free upper arms gently massaged his tight shoulder muscles. The anxiety slowly receded as she manipulated his flesh with her expert ministrations. Her hands ran over his entire torso, up his arms and down again. As she relaxed his body, her lower hands grasped his cock and pumped up and down with, deliberate, slow, squeezing, strokes.

"Ren it has been a while, I'm sure, for Pet Corbin to be taken this way. However, I believe he is more than willing for you to spear his tight ass with your long wet cock."

She locked eyes with Corbin. "Are you not, my Pet?" The look on her face indicated that despite his answer, her word was law.

Corbin broke into a sweat. His whole body trembled. It
had
been a while since any male had fucked him up the ass. Yet, the prospect of it happening at the peak of his arousal, when his body had been primed to the point of exploding into oblivion, canceled any apprehension.

"P-please my Mistress, let Ren fuck me."

"Fuck you where, Pet Corbin?"

"My ass ... ass Mistress. I wish for him to pump his long, wet, cock up m-my ass until he is sated."