Teasing Tilly (6 page)

She hoped she would.

Mindful of the audience, she struggled to catch her breath without making a sound and to mentally close her mind to what he was doing.

It was a waste of effort.  Her clit, despite the days that had been spent tormenting her by stimulating it, almost seemed more sensitive than ever before.  She suffered the exquisite torture of pleasure in silence as long as she could, but that wasn’t long.  Within a handful of minutes she reached a summit she couldn’t surpass.

She was so beleaguered in point of fact that moments of sheer torture passed before she realized he wasn’t going to allow her to come.  She felt like weeping, wanted to escape the torture of his mouth when she knew he wouldn’t allow fulfillment, but there was no escape.  She could do nothing but endure until he decided he
was
satisfied.

That seemed to take forever.  She reached the breaking point before he was satisfied—or perhaps that was what he’d been waiting for, for her to reach the point where she could no longer contain the moans of pleasure, the groans of despair because she couldn’t find release.  She was close to blacking out, however, when he finally took one last near painful drag at her clit and released it.

She could feel her pounding pulse in every part of her body when he put her away from him.

He got up a little unsteadily, breathing heavily.  “Come.”

Apparently he didn’t mean that literally.

Tilly had cause to be glad she had the suit manipulating her as if she was a puppet because she was as weak as a ragdoll from his attentions, too weak to get up without help.

Her head spun when she gained her feet and she was too dazed to know where she was or what he expected of her.

He caught one arm and led her from the room and down the corridor.

Hopefulness rose in her breast that he was taking her back to her cell where she could at least hide from the other women, but he marched her past it, and past the room where they’d been processed.

The door they finally reached at the opposite end opened into what appeared to be the control room of the ship. 

The commander was sitting in an elevated chair.  The other aliens she’d seen—that she was pretty sure had been inside of her several times—were seated at various consoles.

The commander’s eyes narrowed. 
“She failed to cooperate?”

“Defied me. 
I had to punish her,
but I did not fill her with come.”

Tilly sent a startled glance of disbelief at the man before she could help herself, but one look at his face was sufficient to warn her that she would deeply regret it if she called him out on the lie.  She transferred her gaze to the deck at her feet. 

“Come.”

It was the commander’s voice.  She recognized it instantly.

Reluctance flickered through her.  The skunk had lied—most likely to cover his ass because he hadn’t immediately discharged his orders—or maybe it was part of their ‘game’?

Despite their broken English and the fact that they seemed to relish their ‘job’, she wasn’t in any doubt that she was being taught what she could expect once she was sold as a slave.

The sex was only part of the ‘training’.  Submission and obedience was the true objective.

And now she was going to pay.

Again.

Despite the slight hesitation, however, she knew to seem reluctant was to invite worse.  She moved to stand by his chair.

He lifted her onto his lap with her back to his chest.  Cupping her breasts, he pulled her back to settle against his chest.  “Still rebel?” he murmured near her ear.

His heated breath sent goose-bumps scurrying over her flesh. “I’m … sorry, Master,” Tilly managed to get out in a suffocated voice.

He squeezed her breasts and then released them.  Directing her to drape one leg over each arm of his chair, he opened his trousers and then lifted her and settled her where the mouth of her sex was resting on his thickest cock.

She felt his fingers delving her and then he began to spread something warm and wet over her entire cleft, tracing the outer edges of the mouth of her sex—pulling at the flesh to test its elasticity—and then pushing his fingers inside of her one at the time until she was convinced by the strain that he’d pushed all five inside of her.  Thankfully, he seemed satisfied.  He moved from there to her rectum and repeated the process until she thought she would begin to beg him to stop if he didn’t cease.

He did.  Lifting her once more, he aligned his thickest cock with the mouth of her sex and drove her down onto it, impaling her in one swift, thrust as deeply as he could go.  It knocked the breath out of her.  Before she could regain it, he plunged into her again.

Setting a pounding rhythm that threatened to buckle her spine, he thrust into her until she felt the jerk of his cock.  He uttered a choked groan and then thrust faster until he’d pumped all of his seed into her.

Weak from the heat he’d stirred inside of her and left burning and the inability to catch a decent breath of air, Tilly struggled to gather herself. 

Instead of lifting her off his member and setting her on her feet, however, he pushed her down as deeply onto his shaft as he could, lifted first one leg and then the other and twisted her around to face him.

In the process, Tilly made an unwelcome discovery.

She’d actually figured that the others were watching, but there was a look of anticipation on each face that told her that she would make the rounds before she was allowed to go.

However, she had miles to go, she discovered, before the next.

Shuddering in the aftermath of his multiple climaxes, he finally lifted her off of his lap and set her on her feet by his chair.

His second lifted his hand.  “Come.”

The commander caught her arm before she could respond.  “I
believe you have had your turn already,”
he murmured.  Turning Tilly toward another man, he gave her a slight push.  If not for the suit, she was pretty sure she would have just fallen on her face.

She
hated
the stupid nano-suit!

Chapter Eight

It might have been the commander’s decision to hand her off to the officer below his second, but Tilly knew with absolute certainty and terror that she was going to be the one to pay for it.  She wasn’t fooled by the fact that he didn’t argue with his captain.  She’d caught a glimpse of anger in his eyes before the commander had redirected her.

The ‘chosen’ one looked uneasy if it came to that, but he didn’t argue with the commander either.  After glancing around and discovering he had the choice of the floor or chair, he opted for the chair.  Lifting Tilly, she settled her with her legs over the arms of his chair as the commander had, except facing him.

By the time he was done, Tilly was past caring that she hadn’t been allowed to come herself.  In fact, her experience with the commander had taught her that it was far worse when she
was
allowed if she was forced to climax over and over—which seemed to be their interpretation of the flip side of the coin.  None—or so many hard climaxes that she felt like she was going to have a meltdown. 

Her feet carried her to the next man.

The last one relieved himself so quickly she felt cheated.  She had to suppose he’d gotten so worked up from watching the others that he could barely contain himself, but it still angered her that he only pumped into her enough to drive the ‘itch’ to the highest level of torment and then spilled his seed and set her aside.

She forgot all about that, however, when she discovered the second was going to take her back to her cell.

She knew she was in for it as soon as she flicked a glance at his face.

He sent her to bathe as soon as they entered the room—another bad sign—especially when she discovered the water was mostly focused on her genitals, the suit spreading the mouth of her sex so that the water jetted inside of her to wash away the seed of the others.

He indicated that she was to lie down on the bunk when she returned to the room and of course there was no choice.  The suit carried her there and arranged her to his satisfaction.

Her heart was hammering with a mixture of dread and anticipation, however, when she was positioned as she had been the first time for him—except this time the bunk itself elevated her and when her feet were hooked on the edge of the bunk and her hips lifted, he had only to drop to his knees for complete access.

It was worse even than she’d anticipated.  Already burning alive from all of the stimulation she’d gotten without even a tiny release, he sucked and pulled at her flesh until she reached a new high.  And he kept her there until she blacked out.

She roused when his hands abruptly disappeared from her and managed to catch a glance of the man struggling with the commander, saw the commander slam his fist into the man’s face, and then passed beyond caring. 

* * * *

“Well!  The princess awakes!”

Tilly stopped dead in her tracks at the snide comment, just inside the lounge where the women gathered to eat and chase their boredom.  It wasn’t just because of the venom that laced the woman’s words, however, although she
was
baffled as to why the woman would feel any animosity toward her—especially if there was nothing more to it than the fact that she’d slept a little longer than usual.  It was the suggestion that she’d slept a long time, though, that captured Tilly’s attention.

She’d felt great when she woke up.  She’d woken feeling better than she could recall in a very long time—certainly since she’d arrived on the alien ship—had even felt a stirring of hope, she supposed, because she
did
feel good!  It hadn’t taken long to recall the incidents that had led up to the best night’s sleep she’d had since she was taken because her body was humming with unexpended lust as soon as she was awake enough to pin down what the uncomfortable ache was.  But she knew
why
she felt that way—because they’d screwed her half to death and she hadn’t been allowed a release of her own—and it had been a lot worse plenty of times.

Actually, she thought the very worst time she’d had was when the commander had made her climax over and over until she was the next thing to comatose.

She’d wondered why she wasn’t also sore, really sore, because she could remember the sexual positions had been strenuous to say the least.  The nanos might force her to assume any position the men commanded, but it was
her
muscles that moved and stretched and supported the various positions.  And she was generally sore when she’d had sex with one and nearly crippled when she had sex for hours.

So it was baffling that she hadn’t really been sore and
that
along with the woman’s comment seemed to suggest she’d had a prolonged period of rest.

Which she supposed would be enough to make the woman resent her, particularly if they thought
her
rest meant more work for them!

She had no other reason to think it was longer than usual, though.

She abruptly recalled that the ‘second’ had been pulled away from her right after he decided to have a third go at her because he didn’t feel like he’d punished her enough.  The commander had punched him in the face!  She’d seen the two men stagger out of her cell, locked in battle and then she’d passed out.

Maybe that was it?  The commander had decided she was a trouble maker because he’d had to discipline his second in command?

Resentment stirred inside of her, but she struggled to set it aside.  There was no point, at all, in dwelling on the injustice of it!  It wasn’t as if it was the sort of thing women
never
experienced!  Women had been blamed since the beginning of time for the fact that men had very little self-control.  Anytime
they
exhibited a lack, it was the woman who was blamed for enticing him.

Besides, they were merely the slavers who’d captured her.  They were taking her to sell her off.  She didn’t think the commander would take it lightly if she was damaged simply because she was merchandise he expected to make money on. 

And she thought the fact that she’d been allowed out must mean he had no intention of punishing her more for the incident.

“I wasn’t allowed out,” she said tightly.  “If you have a problem with that, just come on, and I’ll bitch slap the snot out of you.”

The woman apparently decided to remain anonymous.  It was amazing how brave people could be when they thought they had the upper hand—especially if they could be anonymous!  And how cowardly they were the minute you challenged them.

A couple of the women closest to her chuckled and Tilly turned to give them a cold look, tempted to head back to her own cell.

But then again, that might make the stupid bitch think she was afraid of her and then she’d be even harder to live with.

One of the women held up a hand in surrender.  “Hey!  I’m on your side.”  She shrugged.  “Marcia’s a bitch, I know, but mostly she’s just scared.”

Tilly studied the one who’d spoken.  “You think I’m not?”