Unwilling Companion (Closed)

[LordUsagi]

"Now you want me," he straightened up, but let the tip of his manhood press against her. "Before you bemoaned the fact that I would spoil you.'

He manuevered his hips so the head of his cock stroked the lips of her womanhood just as his finger had done earlier.

"Now you beg like a maiden on her wedding night."

He let the head press in, parting her lips slightly.

"Tell me my dear, how old are you?"

He gripped her hips tight and sunk the head almost fully into her.

"Tell me of your sexual experiences, so I can judge whether to treat you as a lady or a whore."

He withdrew his cock and stepped away. Picking up a light switch with a small leather tip he have it a few practice swipes through the air.

 

[plightofsabine]

Donia groaned miserably as she remained spread out over the bench. She had felt the torturous taste of desire and it was no less fierce now, flowing freely through her blood. It was as before, tormented to the point of breaking. She had allowed herself to feel, and with it, to feel her body’s response. Of all things, she knew one thing well. Pleasure was almost a bane of her existence. There was no running, nor any way to work out her frustration.

Donia drew in a breath and released it slowly, feeling the hot embarrassment rise in her cheeks. She wasn’t altogether sure if it was from feeling so vulnerable or if it was the caress of his hardening cock against her. Perhaps both. Yes, she in a point of weakness begged for more. But as he stood over her, judging her, it occurred to her he was probably laughing silently at her predicament. Why did he even care to ask for details? He was a complicated man. Her mind went backwards and mulled over things yet again.

The young woman came to two conclusions. The first being he had already begun to punish her. He was going to punish her for all his suffering in order to ease the frustration he experienced. This wasn’t far from courses of action in her past. With a sword in her hand, she could be an angry, frustrated woman. She had taken up arms to protect others where she couldn’t protect herself. It was all his good sense to disarm her.

Second, despite his actions, he himself had some shred of compassion and wanted better for himself, making her punishment difficult. If that meant easing her into his activities, then so be it. It could ease his conscience. He had said before that he needed a companion. Maybe he wanted that companion to find some affection and devotion for him. Of course, this was only her best guess. Anyone else would have ignored any protestations, silent or voiced. As far as the men she knew of, the women were the fairer sex, therefore subject to a man’s will.

So which was it going to be? Black, white… Or gray?

“I am 25…” she answered quietly when he asked her age.

That was a long time to remain inexperienced in certain areas. In fact, it was considered very odd. In her world, being 25 and unmarried was a feat, or rather; a misfortune if a woman was without some valuable skill.

Declan felt her flinch when he pushed the head of his cock into her. That flinch stood at the beginning of a flood of sensations Donia couldn’t keep at bay. Those same sensations ran through her like a tide. She didn’t want to think. Every time she did think it made things worse for her. Donia moaned under her breath, and the shaking that had gripped her earlier had returned.

He wanted her history. How could she possibly explain it? She took in a breath again and released it.

“I have been restrained…my skin has been a canvas…my mouth has been used,” she paused as she lost control of her voice.

“I have been denied and forced to find my own way to release, but I was left intact for the purpose of having some value when another match was found. I had managed to repel all the possible matches the family had found. They were never about love or respect. It was always about money, or position… anything but the relationship.”

She dropped her head. “Is that what you wanted to know?”

 

[LordUsagi]

He had felt her body repond when he had tested her with just the head of his cock.It had taken all his will to stop himself from devouring her innocence then and there.

"Twenty-five is a long time to hold out," he brought the crop down on her backside, not hard, nor soft, but enough to cause a slght flinch. Almost immidiately after he bent down and kssed the slightly red mark, his tongue pressing aganst the warm flesh.

"Now I understand why you had begged me to cure you of your terrible affliction,' he said as he straightened again.

Slowly he drew the leather flap of the crop over her skn, over the curve of her buttocks, sown the outside of her thgh and up the inside till it came to rest on her womanhood.

"I am sure you are aware how wet and pounting your pussy is," he teased her with the crop. "I am sure I would slp inside quite easily at first, but by the end I will be fucking you so hard you would be begging me to stop.'

he drew the tip of the crop back and forth over her outer lips, "your discomfort and tears would no doubt be a turn on for me, just as it did when you were choking on my cock earlier."

He drew the crop away, "but that would be disrespectful and breaking my promse to leave you unspoiled till your wedding night." Again he brought the crop down on her exposed backside, "although it seems as if none of your potential suitors would deserve you." Again his lps kssed the mark he had just made. "They would all be doing it for power and influence, and maybe the chance to fuck you every night, when they are not with their mistresses whom they truly love."

He had straightened agan and was placing the crop down on the table, "where as I would not fuck you every night." He picked up a knife (that had not been there when she frst entered) "because on some nights I will be with the other ladies you have chosen for me."

He moved behind her agan, his hand reaching down between her legs to place the edge of the blade against the dress. "But unlike them, I will respect your skills with a blade, and be proud that you have learned some of the operations on my vessel." He slowly drew the knife up her back slicing the dress away, and being careful that only the flat back of the knife touched her skin.

"I know I may have done as those men and used your mouth for my pleasure," he cut the final straps away at the top. "But you looked so beautiful with me inside you," he placed the knife down, "and your skills...wow..." he drew the flaps of the material off her body, "they are almost as incredible as what I see now."

"So tell me my dear," he leaned down and rand his lips up her spine from where her cheeks joned to the nape of her neck, "is there room for one more suitor?"

 

[plightofsabine]

Donia had figured initially he would just seek to mark her, to see where her pain threshold would be. She had thought wrong. It wasn’t enough that he had made her tell him all the dirty secrets she always kept close to her, but in doing so, his response left her aching terribly.

His tease over her skin left her trembling. Every inch he stroked, the more she writhed. Her panting began. His strikes to her flesh were more for sound than pain, but they still stung when they landed. Donia’s flinching was followed up with a tensing of her body and shock when his lips brushed over the stricken flesh. For the first time, ever, she was able to associate pleasure, though small it was, with the pain one sought to put her under. These strikes though, were like his words. They were filled with a bittersweet tang. Donia groaned again as her vulnerability intensified.

The young woman liked to think she could be strong and perhaps, under the normal conditions she was. These circumstances she was under were far from ordinary. He knew very well he was teasing and arousing her. He knew also, just as she did, that each time he touched her it brought a new sensation and a deep ache. What he didn’t realize was the depth of how each word struck her. Donia tried very hard to shut herself off from him; from the hurtful reality of the situation in which she found herself.

Declan suggested she was incapable of finding love no matter what path she was led to back in her world. So was it better to be abandoned in a loveless marriage, fucked like a whore, knowing the man she married would run to his preferred bedmate or was it better to find an arrangement of convenience. It wasn’t really even that, considered it had been chosen for her. But now, she would “choose” women for him and she wasn’t sure just how much she liked that idea. Both would find a moment where each would want to be rid of her. Donia shuddered deeply. She could shake off the sensations of pain or pleasure eventually, but she couldn’t help the ache that was building in her chest.

The dress was the last physical barrier between her and his view. When he slid his knife blade up her back, she shivered feeling its cool steel against her. It was another level of excitement she had not experienced before and it coaxed a series of moans from her. Donia quivered, and when his request reached her ears, she had to fight through the heavy layer of lust and pleasure to speak.

“Just you,” she managed, dropping her head.

 

[LordUsagi]

She would not have seen his smile, but would have felt him shift so his cock rubbed against her rounded are.

"Excellent," he breathed heavily into her ear, "you will make a good consort, for you truly are exquisite." His lips traccked down from her ear to the juncture of her shoulder and neck. "I would be lying if I said loved you, though I have grown fond of you while I observed you back on your planet."

He positioned his body so she could feel the tip of his cock brush against her nether lips. "Perhaps in time I will grow to love you, for I certainly respect some of your actions, how you defend those who need protection for example." He kissed her neck, "it would be a marriage of minds rather," he straightend, brushing his hands down her sides until they rested on her hips.

"It will be a marriage when you accept me into your bed, willingly," he slowly shifted his hips so his full length rubbed up and down the furrow of her womanhood, "whatever my desires may be." His gyrations stopped allowing the tip of his cock to slip between her wet folds.

"Now you have a choice to make my dear, an important one as your master needs release," he gripped her hips tighter, "and so perhaps do you."

"You can turn your head and look at me, so I can see your eyes as I fuck you, knowing you have chosen rather to be slave to my desires."

"Or you could offer your virgin arse, I am assuming it is virgin, knowing that it may be a little uncomfortable for you and that I would see it as you being more committed to the future marriage than you think I will." He grinned, "because you will have shown commitment to my needs but not tried to earn my respect."

"Or you can shift your legs and release yourself from your binding,turning to take me in your mouth. But then I would be using you as all those men before and you would never get the chance to have me love and respect you and I will find comfort in the arms of the women you chose for me."

"Perhaps you would rather just lie there and have me mark your body with these implements here and with my own seed as I revel in your beauty. But then I will think you do not respect your own needs and you will only ever find release with the women you chose for me while I watch."

"Lastly you can show yourself to be a strong woman and release yourself from those bonds and force me to pleasure your needs, rather than my own, knowing that it might remind me of the woman whom I served for years."

He stepped back, "the choice is yours, there is no wrong answer as I thought long and hard while I observed your actions back before I freed you from your unexceptional life."

 

[plightofsabine]

Donia squirmed a bit as she remained across the bench. His persistent teasing was keeping her fully aware of him, and when his lips trailed down her neck, a shiver followed. Her head nearly started to spin as her mind quickly made short work of the options given to her.

First and foremost, she wasn’t the woman he constantly spoke of. She wasn’t going to impose her will on him, regardless of what he guessed her skills might be.

Second, she didn’t actively seek relationships with other women; it wasn’t her preference. Whatever option he left her with them would be out. It occurred to her that perhaps Declan was right in a sense. She had ignored her desires to sacrifice for the Family.

Her decision came down to respect. What did he care about her earning his respect? Again, her mind wandered to exactly how she arrived in this peculiar situation. Perhaps he did have some small desire to connect emotionally. Her only option was to accept that maybe at some point, he would need more.
Donia didn’t move from her current position. She could have; all it would have taken was a shift of her feet. She knew that, or at least she was aware of it. The ache she felt eased when her emotions came back into check. There was no right answer, which was correct. She had options. There were just different levels of what was better for her and of course, for him. When she had silently made her choice, she turned her head and looked back at him.

She wanted more.

The words were muddled in her head and she struggled with what to say to him. Somehow she figured he’d know. Up to this point, he still had an uncanny way of addressing her thoughts even before she knew what those thoughts were.

Did she really want him? Yes. Was she willingly giving in? Yes.

“Master Declan, please…” she managed with a groan.

 

[LordUsagi]

Her words made him smle, it was the second time she had practcally begged him to take her. He looked back into her eyes, and thought about how much he wished to take her. He had chosen her wisely for his own needs, in part it was her resemblance to his former mistress, but it went beyond that. He had spent a lot of time watching her, ensurng she was the right choice. he would never have kidnapped a women with a family, whisking her away from her children, or even a loving husband. So he had observered her for quite a few days, making sure she did not have a lfe he wished not to disturb. She had interactions with men, usually friendlier than her last encounter in the ally, though nothing that seemed to deeply emotional. Though he had been honest when he said he never spied upon her in her more private moments, that was why he was surprised when she had admitted to being a virgin, though she was obvously not without experiences.

He did not choose her because she hinted at being young and innocent, nore for her likeness to the woman he loved to hate, but rather for her own beauty. Her face was exquisite wth captivating eyes that he was now boring into, and full lips that he had experienced in many ways.

"Do not dare turn away from me," he breathed as he stepped closer.

Her body too was a marvel to behold, sculpted no doubt by her dedication to swordplay. He loved the fullness of her breasts and the curve of her waist, and while he had watched her he imagined how with a touch of makeup and the right clothes, she would be irresistable to anyone. Now those breasts lay squashed up against the table, and hips bent over and accentuating her treasures.

Again he let the tip of his cock slip between her folds, "I wonder if you are a virgn in reality or just in attitude." He withdrew his aching head, and replaced it with his deft fingers. "I mean," his hand rubbed over her womanhood, the middle finger teasing her clit, "I know you have never taken a man inside you, but have your own eager hands or actions not perhaps broken your madenhood."

He coated his fingers in her juices before withdrawing his hand and entombing his cock in her juices.

"Because my dear I am starting to think of you as more than a pussy to be fucked," again his hand reached between her legs and lathered itself with her natural lubrication.

"Maybe I would prefer to make our wedding night specal, to take you for the first time then, not bent over all excited by the thought of becoming a real woman. Maybe your spirit and determination appeal to me as much as your big tits and shaved virgnity. Because when I watched that woman gracefully dance with a sword in her hand, or show grit and attitude in the face of adversity, I was as hard then as I am now, knowing you will allow me o do anything wish. So I wait for the day you don a dress that you know will excite me and ask me to take you as my bride to share this adventure."

He reached down with his hand, "but for now I think I have earned something," his fingers began to coat her anus with her own vaginal fluid, "for all the wonders I have exposed you to."

 

[plightofsabine]

My God.

He was human after all.

Her dark green eyes seemed to darken still, the closer Declan moved to her. As his gaze bore into those depths of green, she nearly stopped breathing. When she came to realize what she was doing, she forced herself to breathe again.

Family. She had always been a part of one. Seems it was much easier to tolerate when she was younger, but now, she could be convinced there was better out there for her. She had known it, and all he was doing was pointing it all out to her again. She quietly wet her lips as he continued to question what she was.

Her mind drifted to a memory.

She laid there in the grass, looking up at the sky, watching as the billowy clouds passed overhead. It was warm that day. Not so warm to be uncomfortable, but warm enough to enjoy the rays of the sun. The long, heavy, green dress weighed her down when she walked, but when she lay here in the grass, its weight diminished significantly. Her breasts rose and fell with her breathing, covered only so much as the squared off, plunging neckline would allow, which, in the grand scheme of things barely covered her nipples. The gown clung to every curve and smoothed out her waistline only to drape over her ample hips. One wouldn’t notice it overly much as she laid there trying to figure out every cloud. At least, none that really mattered. Steffano De Palma, however, always noticed such things.

He laid on his side, propped up on his right elbow watching Donia. He picked at the errant blades of grass as she pointed out different shapes. Steffano was as much at home in his leather vest, leather breeches and high knee boots as she was simply laying there. His sword lay there between them; a safe divider as far as Donia was concerned. He ran his hand through his long, dark brown hair, his matching brown eyes studied her. She looked over at him then.

“What?” she asked.

“Nothing,” he responded.

“You’re staring,” she pressed.

“You’re beautiful.”

“And you are getting married. Why do we go through this daily?” she asked, annoyed.

“Because I’m not dead and can still appreciate you?” he answered, trying to placate her.

Donia started to rise from her spot in the grass. “We’ve known each other since we could walk. Doesn’t that make you feel odd?”

“No, it just means I’m probably the only one who knows just about everything about you,” he answered, amused, pulling her into his lap. She pushed and pounded on his chest with her fists starting to protest, “Steffano!”

His hands slipped and she, feeling the give in his grip, managed to escape his arms. Donia, in her slippers and encumbered with the volume of the gown she wore, then gathered her skirts and ran across the field. She could feel the breeze in her face when the wind whipped, grabbing locks of her dark hair and she laughed as he scrambled to get to his feet, grabbing his sword he left on the ground, cursing and laughing as she put distance between them.

The sound of her laughter brought Donia back into the present.

In a sense, Declan’s sense of logic reminded her of someone she used to know. They were clearly two different people, but it was that adventurous spirit she could see in him…that deep desire that burned brightly within him that attracted her. She wondered what he would do when faced with adversity. Would he fight?

She did not turn away from him. But her form started to tremble. From his vantage point, he could see the tremble begin at the base of her neck and travel downwards, ending in her muscular thighs. The look upon her face was of sheer helplessness. She had begged pitifully and earnestly and Declan found a new twist to intensify the heat swelling within her.

She squirmed when she felt the heat of his flesh probe her intimate folds and a moan escaped her when his fingers found their way to the bud of her anus.
She was hardly virginal in thought. Donia had her experiences. They just weren’t what she had wished them to be. Having tormented her with the sensations of his massive cock pressed against her, he could have figured it out for himself. She was partly intact. No doubt, the riding and the exploration of fingers did have something to do with that, but she wasn’t completely ignorant by any means. Donias face flushed with heat.

The slickness of his fingers proved how this whole experience was affecting her. The longer he stood behind her, the more slick she became. The longer his fingers played with the entrance of her anus, the more she felt her thighs tense. Donia began her soft panting all over again. She didn’t care which way he chose to have her – she simply wanted him. What was he going to do? Was he going to tease her still? Again and again through the day she responded to him, and each time his tormenting increased. She felt as if she would snap for all the tension her body was experiencing. It was coming to the point she would soon become incoherent.

She managed to force her voice to engage, though how she did it, only the gods knew.

“I am partially intact, Master,” she answered, giving in to his burning curiosity. “See for yourself, I am held and open for you to do so. I have had my fingers… and others’ explore,” she added. People like the eager Steffano, who had purposely sat close and across from her, tugging her close and sliding their fingers under her dress and between her stockinged thighs to test the heat of her feminine flesh, were the ultimate reason she resorted to wearing breeches and brandishing a sword regularly…Donia shivered again.

“Master, please…please don’t stop” she began again, squirming as his fingers continued their work.

 

[LordUsagi]

"Yes, you are bound and open for me to explore," his fingers finished their work. "And explore you I shall, your throat will become used to choking on my cock and your body will at times feel the marking of my seed."

He stepped behind her, again allowing his head to rub against her nether lips.

"This will not be the last time you will be bound before your master. Not the last time you will feel the pain of these instruments nor the humiliating splatter of my seed upon your body."

He bent down and kissed her lips, "perhaps even while others watch on." He smiled down at her, " but you chose to serve me and I have offered you enough opportunity to say no."

"But your virginity can wait till our wedding night, when your beauty may even get me to confess my true feelings for you." He placed his one hand on her back holding her down while his other reached down to this the tip of his cock to her anus. "But tonight with you so eager and ready, I will claim another prize"

Slowly he began to slide his cock into her, forcing the head past the initial restriction, his strong hand holding her down as the other wrapped around her waist to settle on her clit.

"Computer record this, I am sure Donia has never experienced such a fulfilling moment."

 

[plightofsabine]

He sincerely wanted to establish a connection between them. That was hopeful. Her hostility had ebbed away slowly, replaced with an insatiable need. She wasn’t sure how he had managed that, though her actions clearly had everything to do with why she was here, now, begging for his attention.
Donia was held. Pinned down. There was nowhere to escape to. She was completely at his mercy, and when his hand pressed down firmly on her back she trembled.

The moment he pressed his impressive member against her anus her body tensed. He was ultimately larger than anything she had experienced. Her muscles protested, though slow he was, and, when her pink lips parted, she inhaled sharply.

The initial pain spread through her like the fire in her belly and she started to pant, causing her body to flex and tighten further around him. It was only when his fingers found the apex of her thighs that he managed to counter the tension that had washed over her. Donia groaned deeply, and those beautiful green eyes of hers closed for a moment, to catch her breath; her facial expressions contorted with the effort to keep her emotions in check.

His command to the computer did not register with Donia. All her attention was focused on what she felt in that moment. Her flesh ached and throbbed around him and as much as she hated to admit it, her body continued to grow aroused. What she couldn’t determine was whether she was excited because of what he was doing or if it was because of who he was. She simply didn’t care right then. All she knew was her need for him.

When her green eyes opened again, her panting slowed. “Deeper, Master… pleaseee,” she begged.

 

[LordUsagi]

The eagerness in her eyes as she watched him brought a smile to his face, but he paused unsure of how much she could take. He had already felt her tighten when he first invaded her rear entrance and only his teasing fingers had eased the pressure they both felt. He also began to wonder if she would continue to call him master, even after their ceremonial marriage, had she resigned herself to the fact that she was just a toy to him. He wanted to bend her, but not break her, he had expected more fight when his cock had shown it was going to take her arse. But he had teased her so much already, perhaps she did not want to fight anymore. He would have to let her know, when she called him master her desires meant nothing. Still she looked so beautiful and expectant staring back at him, and it felt good to be inside her. He knew it was Donia who was encasing him, but still a part of him felt he was getting his revenge on that woman he had left behind on his home planet.

"You will not make demands of your master," though he did push deeper into her. His fingers continued to work her clit as he began a slow rhythm. "You will not orgasm until you have someone's head between those thighs."

Although he had good control of his body he decided not to hold back, he would let himself give in to moment and not punish her too long.

 

[plightofsabine]

She growled out under her breath and her body tensed around him. He could feel her resistance in response to his statement, despite his agile, invasive fingers on her clit. Donia cursed silently. She had allowed her desire to get the better of her and increase his leverage on her. Do not make demands? She wasn’t demanding anything. She was restrained and bent over a bench with her ass up in the air, displayed for whatever he wished. That in itself was a feat, where Donia was concerned. Perhaps she should have tried to take his head from his body. But then, her blood wouldn’t be racing the way it was in this moment. And as much as she hated it, she enjoyed it.

Declan was a frustrating man and she wondered now if he’d been taking lessons from the Family. She could see them in her mind, taunting and laughing at her, knowing her fate and taken her straight out their hands to someone who would continue their work. The images faded as quickly as they appeared, overtaken by the desire that now flowed rampantly through her veins. The pain of his continued entry into her persisted and as he worked each inch into her, and her protesting ass slowly opened up around him. He felt massive.

Her clit throbbed to the point she ached and each time he rubbed his fingers further against her clit, she felt the tell tale tingling that quickly spread through her body; that certain tingling that he now demanded she ignore. Her wrists jerked against their restraints. It was a constant battle to fight what her body was telling her, but she had tasted the possibilities and they were as seductive as a siren’s call.

Donia couldn’t ignore his deliberate, slow rhythm. He could have been vicious and there was still plenty opportunity to change his mind. She grit her teeth as he allowed her to feel as much of him as he allowed. Her sensitive flesh responded between the work of his fingers and his cock. The results trickled down her skin. She then squirmed, feeling a new wave of sensations spread from her backside and up her spine.

She promised herself silently it wouldn't be so easy the next time...

 

[LordUsagi]

Her tensing body and soft utterance was not lost on him, he knew he had struck a cord and perhaps annoyed her more than he intended. But that was good, this had already not turned out as he first planned and he needed to re-establish his control. His original plan had been to first kidnap beautiful women from the planets he visited, their role was simply to entertain his needs. He had first stumbled upon her, a woman who had looked like the one he both loved and loathed. He had watched her too long and began to admire her before he had put his plan into motion. Now he had given her too many concessions and he could not go back on them. It would be unfair to deny her the freedom he had already promised, but at least he could remind her he was the master of her desire.

Slowly he withdrew his member from her tight passage that had been gripping it. Remaining buried in her would bring him to release and not allow him to convey his message.

"You may think me cruel to deny you your pleasure, but think of it as punishment for not thanking your master.”

His hand remained between her legs and two fingers stroked her outer lips.

“For not thanking him for allowing you to suck his cock and gifting you with his seed, for not ravishing your virginity and all the countless concessions he has given you.”

He bent down to whisper in her ear, “remember I was willing to pleasure you with my mouth but you pushed me away. So from now on although you have been given freedom to roam the ship, you will remember that your foremost duty it to please me with your appearance and actions. Perhaps then you can earn the release you so desire.”

His fingers continued to work her clit, "relax a little." He kissed her shoulder. "I want our first time to be special, in the future we can use artificial lubricants, but today let it just be the desire of our own bodies."

Again he pushed his cock into her anal passage, "imagine that I am someone you love, an old boyfriend." His cock was now deeper than it had been before. "Someone you would have preferred was your first."

With his one hand keeping her immobile and his other deftly stimulating her wet folds, he took up a steady rhythm with his pelvis, thrusting deeper into her than before. His eyes bore into her own as his cocky smirk was overcome with grunts of pleasure.

 

[plightofsabine]

Her tensing body and soft utterance was not lost on him, he knew he had struck a cord and perhaps annoyed her more than he intended. But that was good, this had already not turned out as he first planned and he needed to re-establish his control. His original plan had been to first kidnap beautiful women from the planets he visited, their role was simply to entertain his needs. He had first stumbled upon her, a woman who had looked like the one he both loved and loathed. He had watched her too long and began to admire her before he had put his plan into motion. Now he had given her too many concessions and he could not go back on them. It would be unfair to deny her the freedom he had already promised, but at least he could remind her he was the master of her desire.

Slowly he withdrew his member from her tight passage that had been gripping it. Remaining buried in her would bring him to release and not allow him to convey his message.

The sudden absence of him from within her was not lost on her, and the sensations which were gripping her started to ease. This gave her a moment to catch her breath and to clear her mind.

"You may think me cruel to deny you your pleasure, but think of it as punishment for not thanking your master.”

“Punishment?” she thought. “Gods! What did she ever do to him?!” Then it occurred to her he was exerting his control over her. She felt her body respond to him, even as her mind protested.

His hand remained between her legs and two fingers stroked her outer lips.

A soft groan escaped her pretty, pink lips. Oh no, not his fingers. Gods, why did he have to leave his fingers right there? She couldn’t help it. His fingers felt too good and she really only wanted him to continue on.

“For not thanking him for allowing you to suck his cock and gifting you with his seed, for not ravishing your virginity and all the countless concessions he has given you.”

He bent down to whisper in her ear, “remember I was willing to pleasure you with my mouth but you pushed me away. So from now on although you have been given freedom to roam the ship, you will remember that your foremost duty it to please me with your appearance and actions. Perhaps then you can earn the release you so desire.”

Oh yes, it wasn't but a while ago he had been fully between her aroused, feminine flesh, teasing her with his tongue. She had pushed him away then, to keep him from raping her of her orgasm. He felt her shudder then. A sensation that traveled the length of her body, spurred by the heat of his breath in her ear. “Please, Master,” she begged hoarsely, her voice strained with the amount of tension that was building uncomfortably in her body.

His fingers continued to work her clit, "relax a little." He kissed her shoulder. "I want our first time to be special, in the future we can use artificial lubricants, but today let it just be the desire of our own bodies."

The scent of her arousal began to fill her senses, and no doubt, his. She had little control over her primal responses. That was the part she both loved and hated. The scent lingered. It was unlike any other scent. It was the basis of the human condition. It was her body’s acceptance of him over her. Readying her for him. Except, he would once again take her ass, claiming her as the prize he had plucked from her world.

Again he pushed his cock into her anal passage, "imagine that I am someone you love, an old boyfriend." His cock was now deeper than it had been before. "Someone you would have preferred was your first."

With his one hand keeping her immobile and his other deftly stimulating her wet folds, he took up a steady rhythm with his pelvis, thrusting deeper into her than before. His eyes bore into her own as his cocky smirk was overcome with grunts of pleasure.

Donia couldn’t think of anyone else with his gaze holding hers. There was no imagination, no game of denial. He was clearly and fully thrusting into her protesting ass. The throbbing pain of her ass gradually subsided, leaving a dull, persistent throb. He had stretched her ass to the point of tolerance and her ass gripped him like a vice. She grit her teeth as her eyes threatened to roll back into her head in pleasure. He was pushing her hard. Pushing her to the point she wanted to abandon her will and just let go. She couldn’t. If she did, he’d make it that much more difficult. With the little give over the bench, she squirmed. Her groans soon filled the air. She felt the inferno in her belly consuming her and she panted hard to grasp hold of her will. Her face contorted between pleasure and pain and it was clear she was struggling. The sensations of his cock were seductive. She could feel his heavily veined member fill her over and over. His fingers, working the jewel of her pleasure center, worked tirelessly, teasing her, leaving his fingers sticky and wet. It was a maddening predicament.

It was a lesson in discipline, and though she would resist, she would eventually, lose.

 

[LordUsagi]

The sensation of it all was steering him quickly to the point of no return. The tightness of her body as it gripped his thrusting cock, the strained look on her face as ravaged her arse for what he hoped was her first time. But neither of these compared to the joy he took from knowing that his former lover would never have consented to such an act, yet here he was imagining he was fucking a younger more attractive version of her. It was too much for him and he pulled his hand from the junction of her legs to rather grab her hip firmly as he increased the intensity of his pounding.

He gritted his teeth between groans as he was drawn quickly to his end.
"Eve....Evelyn... Argh...fuck," he grunted out his ex lovers name, only vaguely aware it might sting Donia to hear he was thinking of another.

It did not matter Evelyn was the one he imagined was driving him towards orgasm. She was compliant, obedient and he was enjoying it. There was a final groan as waves of pleasure overtook him and his seed was released inside her. He rode the final spasms before slumping down over her.

"You are....incredible..." He gasped against her back.

 

[plightofsabine]

Donia's body was pleasantly pliant under his pounding paces. The harder he pushed her, the more stubborn she became. There were several moments she would have gladly given in, but that wouldn't have made any difference. Her eyes were on him. His, however, were lost in the lingering desires for his ex lover. When he cried the woman's name, the sound of it cut into Donia just as a dagger would have slit into her skin. Her name was etched into young Donia's essence already eating at her like a slow spreading disease. No, he probably didn't give a coin's thought to what he had just done. But Donia, unfortunately, felt the blow most deeply.

Donia stayed silent as long as she could manage as he lay slumped over her. His panting, expended body was heavy on her and he could feel the shaking brought on by a deep anger that slowly started to consume her. She could barely contain it. Donia shifted her feet and released the bindings that kept her at his mercy. She then knew he had no mercy, no shred of humanity.

She growled out deeply... "Yes, Master, it appears I am, or rather, it is my twin's good fortune."

 

[LordUsagi]

At first her words did not quite register with him, then it dawned on him that his vague thoughts may have expressed themselves more openly. He had been thinking of Evelyn, imagining he was finally in control of her, yet he had still been aware it was Donia he had been fucking. But evidently his imagination had overcome his consciousness.

He kept his weight on her, realising she was free of the bonds and not wanting her to slip away.

"I am sorry Donia, that was my first time with a woman in such a manner. She would have never let me take her such, in fact it would be more likely that I would have been the one tied down as she rode me with an...implement."

He felt that perhaps he had already spoken too much, but he needed to apologise for his unkind slip. "It is a poor excuse but I did get carried away," he looked her in the eye, "but make no mistake that earlier I was well aware of the sent of your body. It is the same sent I tasted on my lips earlier and the scent I would want to wake up to in the morning."

He straightened, but kept a firm hand on her back to hold her in position.

"Should you wish I will leave you until we return to your home world, but I hope you still wish to become my consort, my wife..."

He released her, but although his erection had subsided, kept his hips pressed against her backside.

"Now we do have a meeting with the queen group of people on the world we are orbiting, I would hope you will join me Donia. The male population has been devastated in a war and they are a very matriarchal society."

Suddenly aware that he was still pressed up against her, he placed his hands on her hips, "I hope your first time was not too uncomfortable."

 

[plightofsabine]

Donia looked away. She could still feel the pounding he had just given her and her ass throbbed hard. Though he was now absent from her, she was uniquely aware of Declan. The young woman was still trying to bring her breathing under control when he began to explain away the fact his ex-lover’s name fell from his lips.

So then she had to wonder just how “special” he had made this moment. So special, there was a deep ache in the pit of her stomach. She didn’t know what else to say. Donia didn’t know what would actually come out of her mouth in this moment. She chose silence. After all, just moments ago, she didn’t really care how he took her. She just wanted him. Badly. That he uttered another’s name shouldn’t have bothered her with the depth it did. She couldn’t explain it.

Donia didn’t move, though she clearly had the opportunity to. She felt Declan’s weight remain upon her as he leaned against her and his hand braced against her back. He could feel her shake. Thankfully, he couldn’t also feel the sense of security she had found as his weight remained pressed against her. She didn’t want to have to deal with him throwing that in her face too. How was she supposed to feel? The anger and hurt washed through her like wave after wave in the sea. It filled her and she felt as if she was being sucked in by the emotional vortex. Donia struggled within herself to contain the very fiber that defined her.

She didn’t know how she would feel about his first possession of her when she looked back on it. Maybe she would file it with all the other less than satisfying experiences she was forced to endure over time. He had taken another piece from her she had hoped to keep and Donia felt so conflicted now. She hated him and yet she didn’t. The plain fact was she needed him. Still. She bit back her bitter replies and took in another breath before she dared open her mouth.

“It doesn’t matter, Master. I am fine. It is clear the past is hard to leave behind, just as much as it is hard to write the future. I will stay." Short and to the point. That is what was best right now.

 

[LordUsagi]

"That is good, I am glad you are still on board with our arrangement," his hands slipped around her body to seek out her sensitive womanhood. "I am sure life with me will have more pleasures than disappointments," his fingers began to tease her again, "for us both."

"We can both benefit from this mutual agreement, though we both no it is still more in my favor and you prefer it that way." His fingers were not too gentle as they rubbed over her soaked lips and clit. "You already showed your willingness to suck cock with great gusto, the best I have ever had, though that might be because I enjoyed your struggle so much." His teasing eased up a little as his fingers concentrated on her sensitive bud, "was I that much bigger than other men you have been with. I am large...but surely someone like you...and your arse...that was incredible." He began to slip his middle finger between her folds as his hand rubbed up and down her womanhood. "Maybe it was because it was my first time, or maybe I could sense your desire as well."

His hand ceased its gentle ministrations, "you truly are beautiful and I think I may be enjoying your company a lot more than I expected," he muttered softly before sucking the curve of her neck.

His erection was no longer rock hard but still almost functional, so he pressed it against her as his voice brushed against her ear.

"I am inclined to tease you till my erection returns and then take you again. Or perhaps just a kiss," his lips teased her neck, "but I fear you would not want to taste the bitter lips that uttered the name of another." His fingers continued their teasing, "even if it was to bring you to orgasm. Maybe you would like to have your master on his knees, bowing to your demands."

He stepped back, "but we do not have time, we need to freshen up and prepare for our meeting. Especially you who has the role of pleasing both your master and the queen we are visiting."

He smacked her backside cheek firm enough to sting slightly. "Your body is a sight to behold, I can not wait to see it in its full glory." He grinned, "dress appropriately enough to please your master, or inappropriately enough and you may be rewarded with that release you so desire."

Before he turned to leave and shower he spoke up one final time, "you now have access to my room as well, I hope you do not use it to kill me."

 

[plightofsabine]

"That is good, I am glad you are still on board with our arrangement," his hands slipped around her body to seek out her sensitive womanhood. "I am sure life with me will have more pleasures than disappointments," his fingers began to tease her again, "for us both."

Donia grit her teeth as he began his tease again and struggled with staying still. Why she struggled so much was beyond her. She had been the toy. She had been teased to the point she ached. There were days she would have given anything to feel the release; to scream out in pure pleasure, to feel her body shudder and give in. She felt it most urgently now, as he began it all again.

"We can both benefit from this mutual agreement, though we both no it is still more in my favor and you prefer it that way." His fingers were not too gentle as they rubbed over her soaked lips and clit. "You already showed your willingness to suck cock with great gusto, the best I have ever had, though that might be because I enjoyed your struggle so much." His teasing eased up a little as his fingers concentrated on her sensitive bud, "was I that much bigger than other men you have been with. I am large...but surely someone like you...and your arse...that was incredible." He began to slip his middle finger between her folds as his hand rubbed up and down her womanhood. "Maybe it was because it was my first time, or maybe I could sense your desire as well."

A groan slipped from her lips and she closed her eyes. Why did he do this to her? Why did he like tormenting her? Her clit was throbbing now, the hard little nub pulsed with life and she knew if he didn’t stop soon, it wouldn’t matter what she tried to do. He would force her to cum, taking it from her, despite his command to her not to. She took in a breath and forced herself to breathe, her hands still gripping the bench and her knuckles white with tension. Even as his voice reached her ears she wasn’t quite there. But on the edges of her consciousness, she still felt the bite of his words. “Someone like you…” What did he mean, exactly? Her limited experience? Her peculiar experiences? What? What did he mean?

Donia bit back a second groan, but she started to squirm against the stroking of his fingertips. It was a wonton move, but the longer he kept his fingers engaged, the more intense her desire became. She was just properly fucked in the ass and still, she wanted more of him. She hated admitting that, even silently. But her mind and body rarely married up.

She opened her eyes once again. “I would be a fool not to want you…” she groaned out. Did she really say that? That’s the last thing she needed to say.

His hand ceased its gentle ministrations, "you truly are beautiful and I think I may be enjoying your company a lot more than I expected," he muttered softly before sucking the curve of her neck.

His erection was no longer rock hard but still almost functional, so he pressed it against her as his voice brushed against her ear.

"I am inclined to tease you till my erection returns and then take you again. Or perhaps just a kiss," his lips teased her neck, "but I fear you would not want to taste the bitter lips that uttered the name of another." His fingers continued their teasing, "even if it was to bring you to orgasm. Maybe you would like to have your master on his knees, bowing to your demands."

He stepped back, "but we do not have time, we need to freshen up and prepare for our meeting. Especially you who has the role of pleasing both your master and the queen we are visiting."

He smacked her backside cheek firm enough to sting slightly. "Your body is a sight to behold, I can not wait to see it in its full glory." He grinned, "dress appropriately enough to please your master, or inappropriately enough and you may be rewarded with that release you so desire."

The sting to her ass reminded Donia she wasn’t an easy person to understand. Hell, no one was ever really easy to understand. Maybe she was thinking about this in the wrong manner. Maybe she needed to just try to relax. It was difficult to do, as she was.

Before he turned to leave and shower he spoke up one final time, "you now have access to my room as well, I hope you do not use it to kill me."

It was just that quick and he was gone. Just like that. She was still bent over the bench, albeit unrestrained, but he took his leave for the next priority on his list leaving her to her own devices. She had to wonder what he meant by pleasing him and also the Queen. That was a little worrisome. Was she expected to become a plaything for every influential contact he was going to make? Donia dropped the thought for a while. She needed to calm her mind and get ready as he asked. She slowly rose from the bench. It would take her a few minutes to get dressed and head back to her quarters.

Using the computer panel, she managed to find the route back to her quarters. This time, she didn’t need to get diverted anywhere new. She had plenty of time to do the exploring, but for now, she needed to think about what she was going to wear for her visit.

Freshly showered, she stood in front of the computer panel, she flipped through several choices. She stopped at one and looked at it for a while. Then she thought a little while. Donia finally made her choice and watched as the results materialized.

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When the dress appeared, Donia looked it over. Satisfied, she slipped into the thin, giving fabric. If he didn’t like this, she didn’t know what else to do. It was already tight, but it also hid very little as far as she was concerned. It gave him access to whatever he wished, so that would most certainly be a bonus. She fixed her hair, touched up her face, added a bit of a sweeter scent to her more intimate flesh and finally put her heels back on, and headed back out the door. She approached a computer panel.

“Show me Declan” she instructed. The computer returned an answer.

“Requested person does not exist on this vessel,” the computer responded.
Donia looked at it puzzled. Then a thought hit her.

“Show me Master,” she instructed again. This time a blip came up on the screen in the middle of a room on the ship schematic. Donia studied it. He was in his quarters.

“Tell me how to get to Master’s quarters,” Donia instructed.

The computer hummed and eventually showed a new map. She watched as directional lights lit up in the corridor. Donia followed the indicators easily enough, and when she finally came upon the quarters she needed, Donia knocked upon the door, without thinking. The door slid open and she stepped in tentatively. She didn’t want to startle Declan.

“Master,” she called out, waiting for him to make his appearance.

 

[LordUsagi]

When Declan heard her call out to him he had to smile. She had found his room which meant she had searched via the computer to ascertain his location. That had also meant she had accepted in all things he was her master, even while on her own. He was eager to see what clothing she had deemed would be appealing to him, so he did not even dress but instead exited the shower and entered the room she was in with meaningful strides.

His first reaction was a meaningful gasp followed by a purposefully loud "beautiful." He took a few moments to further admire her side profile, especially appreciating how the dress hugged the curve of her body and strained to contain her assets.

He further alerted her to his presence by entering the room, "what do you think of my new look." He indicated his now hairless genital area as he approached her. "Our hostess is from a people that have very little hair aside from their scalps so they do not look favorably upon pubic hair."

"Speaking of which," he gently placed his hand on her stomach, admiring the silky feel of the dress, "excellent choice, this will have the desired affect." He slowly circled her, his hand running up to cup her breast, "I can see you are not wearing any underwear, that is good." He was now facing her, "your body must always be ready for others to enjoy."

He slipped down to his knees, his hands slowly rolling her hemline up. "So tell me my dear, how does your time with me compare to your other lovers?"

He sniffed deeply when her mound was exposed. "I see someone was hoping to be devoured. But as hungry as I am," he pulled her dress back down over her thighs, "I think we should leave your pleasure for now." He quickly stood.

"While you are dressing me you can tell your master truthfully of your experiences of him compared to others." He smiled knowing it would make her feel uncomfortable, "I do believe you are a virgin as you claim, but surely you are not that innocent. And I hope you can play the role of the experienced woman," he indicated to the clothing he was to wear. "The collar and leash is for me to wear as tonight you are the mistress, and I am but the servant. Well at least while we are with the queen, after that normality will be restored."

 

[plightofsabine]

When Declan heard her call out to him he had to smile. She had found his room which meant she had searched via the computer to ascertain his location. That had also meant she had accepted in all things he was her master, even while on her own. He was eager to see what clothing she had deemed would be appealing to him, so he did not even dress but instead exited the shower and entered the room she was in with meaningful strides.

His first reaction was a meaningful gasp followed by a purposefully loud "beautiful." He took a few moments to further admire her side profile, especially appreciating how the dress hugged the curve of her body and strained to contain her assets.

He further alerted her to his presence by entering the room, "what do you think of my new look." He indicated his now hairless genital area as he approached her. "Our hostess is from a people that have very little hair aside from their scalps so they do not look favorably upon pubic hair."

Donia’s eyes grew wide with surprise when she saw him enter the room completely nude and she quickly diverted her gaze as was proper. It might seem silly to him, being more worldly, but she still had those traditional tendencies that would crop up again and again. Whether or not they would make any difference, only time would tell. Would she be able to do all that he wished of her? She could only try.

Donia stuttered just a bit and smiled.

“Y..you look perfectly acceptable, Master. I’m sure anyone would be delighted to look upon you,” she added.

"Speaking of which," he gently placed his hand on her stomach, admiring the silky feel of the dress, "excellent choice, this will have the desired affect." He slowly circled her, his hand running up to cup her breast, "I can see you are not wearing any underwear, that is good." He was now facing her, "your body must always be ready for others to enjoy."

Donia closed her eyes as he circled her, his hand roaming her freely. She could feel the heat of his hand through the thin fabric of the dress she had chosen and the response of her flesh beneath it. The young woman released a long, slow breath. She opened her eyes again when he came to face her again. Just how many “others” he was talking about?! She shuddered to think of it. Instead, she forced herself not to think about it any more.

He slipped down to his knees, his hands slowly rolling her hemline up. "So tell me my dear, how does your time with me compare to your other lovers?"

She watched Declan as he slipped to his knees in front of her. She tilted her head at first before she found his hands on her skirt. As the hemline rose up she shivered a bit, the fingers of her left hand trailed over his ear.

“Master, one cannot consider the tools of my discipline as lovers. They were faceless, unfeeling tools whose only purpose was to fulfill my training. That is all. You are, for all intensive purposes, the only true “lover” I could claim. As for how you would compare, there is no comparison. There are none like you,” she answered, almost thoughtfully.

He sniffed deeply when her mound was exposed. "I see someone was hoping to be devoured. But as hungry as I am," he pulled her dress back down over her thighs, "I think we should leave your pleasure for now." He quickly stood.

Donia was almost glad he had withdrawn but at the same time, she felt the surge of excitement in her blood. Why did she always find herself so conflicted? She released another breath and caught her second wind before he spoke again.

"While you are dressing me you can tell your master truthfully of your experiences of him compared to others." He smiled knowing it would make her feel uncomfortable, "I do believe you are a virgin as you claim, but surely you are not that innocent. And I hope you can play the role of the experienced woman," he indicated to the clothing he was to wear. "The collar and leash is for me to wear as tonight you are the mistress, and I am but the servant. Well at least while we are with the queen, after that normality will be restored."

The young woman slowly dressed the man that had taken on the position of Master over her. Each time she turned or reached, she felt herself brush against him. She thought for a moment about what he had to say. She finally had to respond.

“I have been in the company of both the chained and those who held the leash. I am sure you will have no complaints as to my behavior, Master. If you have doubts, then perhaps you should explain to me exactly what you expect to see as we visit with the Queen?”

After all, she had never been introduced to those outside of her own society. A little more information could be helpful.

 

[LordUsagi]

Declan had remained silent as she dressed him, he had noted her reaction and some of her comments but decided to just appreciate the beauty before him. It was that appreciation of beauty and the constant brushing up against him that resulted in the massive erection that bulged against the leather trousers she had dressed him in.

"Do you see the affect you have on my body, I have never wanted a woman more than I want you now." He smiled, "though I do find your decorum most intriguing, you turned away embarrassed when I first entered." He drew her towards him, "yet you looked with such hunger upon that same cock while you devoured it in your mouth," his lips teased her neck. "And you displayed yourself so readily for my use," his hands grasped her arse cheeks as a reminder, "I hope your first time was as enjoyable as mine."

He stepped away but kept his hands on her hips as he looked down into her eyes, "but how can I not acknowledge you calling me your only lover," he grinned, "I have been so cruel to you and all you have done is shown me loyalty."

He surprised her with a kiss on the lips, maintaining it just long enough to tease with his tongue.

"So my dear," he stepped back, "in order to show my appreciation, I will try to refrain from taking advantage of you." Picking up the leash and collar he fastened it around his neck, "so just as I will not fuck your pussy until we are married." He handed her the end of the leash with a sly grin, "your beautiful mouth and tight backside are off limits unless you give me permission." His smile broadened, "but know that choosing to deny me would be a disappointment, but if you say yes then I use you whenever I feel the need."

His sinister smile became a little more genuine, "I do find you intriguing and my feelings for you are shifting towards a fondness I did not anticipate. I am interested to see how you handle this next situation."

"As for your question about what we expect to find, I am a little unsure myself. Although I have some information I am not sure what to expect. All I can tell you is that we are there to get some supplies, fresh food for example, as the ship can manufacture such items but fresh always tastes better. I am also there to acquire some hand maidens for you, which will also serve as playthings for me, especially now that I have given you permission to deny me your body."

He took her hand, "let us enjoy some familiarity until you have to play the master," and led her to the door.

"We will be...umm magically ...transported to the surface," he did not know how to explain teleportation, "where you will assume the role of master. As for the queen, I do suspect she will find you more appealing than me, but then who knows. She is queen of a society where the male population has been devastated by disease. Our trade goods are a means to rebuild their society. Also the women you will choose, are not slaves, they have volunteered for the benefit of their people."

 

[plightofsabine]

Declan had remained silent as she dressed him, he had noted her reaction and some of her comments but decided to just appreciate the beauty before him. It was that appreciation of beauty and the constant brushing up against him that resulted in the massive erection that bulged against the leather trousers she had dressed him in.

Another unexpected consequence to his outfit was the strong scent of leather that managed to find her nose. The scent was almost distracting. Donia couldn’t deny she found some pleasure in it; she shivered a bit. It was not only his body that responded to her touching him, but also hers when she dressed him. Donia drew her tongue slowly across her lips and she took in a breath before releasing it slowly. He was exquisite; at least in her mind he was. She wondered if there were others that would compare to him. Up until this point, she had not known any.

"Do you see the affect you have on my body, I have never wanted a woman more than I want you now." He smiled, "though I do find your decorum most intriguing, you turned away embarrassed when I first entered." He drew her towards him, "yet you looked with such hunger upon that same cock while you devoured it in your mouth," his lips teased her neck. "And you displayed yourself so readily for my use," his hands grasped her arse cheeks as a reminder, "I hope your first time was as enjoyable as mine."

Donia quelled another rising moan when his lips found her tender neck. There was something about the way his lip grazed down her skin that caused her to tremble. She felt the deep tingling the started from the base of her ear and found its way to her spine. Perhaps it was all the subtlety that aroused her so. The constant, subtle tease was so different from having fingers and hands shoved mercilessly into her body, to force her to the extremes. Her momentary consideration was lost when his hands grasped her backside. Donia rose up on her toes and gasped out in surprise, forcing her to brace against his chest with her hands.

“I cannot discard the fact you were kind enough to take things slow. For that, I feel the need to thank you, Master.” Donia did enjoy the encounter, all the way up until he uttered the name of the mistress that had etched her existence upon him. Then, despite they had just met, she found herself touched with a bit of jealousy. Jealously that was quite unavoidable since she resembled the woman so closely. Really it shouldn’t have mattered, but it still left the question as to whether he was really seeing Donia, or his ex-mistress.

“You felt very good buried in my body, Master. It was an erotic, lingering ache I found fulfilling and I only wished we had more time to explore where we could go from there. My hope now is that you find the desire to do just that.” Yes, she had really expressed her desire openly. She had admitted to finding pleasure with him. This whole trip down to the new world came quickly on the heels of his acquisition of her and made her feel a bit off balanced. But perhaps, this would help smooth a few things over in the process.

He stepped away but kept his hands on her hips as he looked down into her eyes, "but how can I not acknowledge you calling me your only lover," he grinned, "I have been so cruel to you and all you have done is shown me loyalty."

He surprised her with a kiss on the lips, maintaining it just long enough to tease with his tongue.

He felt her respond, but only just briefly. Her lips were warm and sweet to the tongue, which overall, was an oddity in this situation. He could feel her soft breath and the way she stirred against him and it made his teasing torment all the more difficult for him.

"So my dear," he stepped back, "in order to show my appreciation, I will try to refrain from taking advantage of you." Picking up the leash and collar he fastened it around his neck, "so just as I will not fuck your pussy until we are married." He handed her the end of the leash with a sly grin, "your beautiful mouth and tight backside are off limits unless you give me permission." His smile broadened, "but know that choosing to deny me would be a disappointment, but if you say yes then I use you whenever I feel the need."

His sinister smile became a little more genuine, "I do find you intriguing and my feelings for you are shifting towards a fondness I did not anticipate. I am interested to see how you handle this next situation."

Master,” she began, watching as he fastened the leash and collar around his own neck, taking the leash as offered, gently gripping it in her hand. Then another idea floated into her head and she pulled on the leash, putting tension on it and the collar fastened around his muscular neck. She pulled it a lil harder and felt him step closer to her. Donia pulled a little more and felt him move to her and she kissed him firmly on the lips, purring in deep satisfaction. “I wouldn’t deny you anything, if you truly wanted it,” she murmured against his lips before kissing him a second time. It had been an impulsive move, but one she found certain pleasure with before releasing the tension on the leash.

"As for your question about what we expect to find, I am a little unsure myself. Although I have some information I am not sure what to expect. All I can tell you is that we are there to get some supplies, fresh food for example, as the ship can manufacture such items but fresh always tastes better. I am also there to acquire some hand maidens for you, which will also serve as playthings for me, especially now that I have given you permission to deny me your body."

He took her hand, "let us enjoy some familiarity until you have to play the master," and led her to the door.

Her hand was warm and soft, though there was a sense of firmness in it as well, no doubt from the sword training. Her fingertips tickled his palm a little as they played in his grip. She wasn’t looking to break the contact; it was just a way of being playful. There had been enough strife and turmoil for a day. It was time to just get on with things.

"We will be...umm magically ...transported to the surface," he did not know how to explain a teleported, "where you will assume the role of master. As for the queen, I do suspect she will find you more appealing than me, but then who knows. She is queen of a society where the male population has been devastated by disease. Our trade goods are a means to rebuild their society. Also the women you will choose, are not slaves, they have volunteered for the benefit of their people."

Disease? Did this mean the male population was still infected? What if it was still running rampant?

The idea of the Queen having any interest in Donia was fleeting. Besides, it wasn’t that she wasn’t familiar with such things. Donia just kept her distance with it. She could play, if it was really called for. Donia was hoping this trip wouldn’t be quite so… oh it didn’t really matter… it was obvious Declan wanted variety. It was also obvious he would find it necessary and a part of her existence for as long as she remained with him. Handmaidens…just another term for members of the harem he was anxious to build.

“Master, does it not concern you that this disease may still affect the population? What happens if you run into a carrier of the disease and it spreads? You could grow ill also. As for the women I am supposed to choose, just how many are you expecting?” She was about to ask just what he intended to do with all these women, but the answer would surely be one she didn’t want to hear. So she simply didn’t ask.

 

[LordUsagi]

Her sudden bout of dominance surprised him, but he did not comment, instead he savored the feel of her body against his. She would do well no matter what the situation.

He led her into a room and up onto a metallic platform.

"I forget that your world is only scratching the surface of science, a disease when it runs short of a host can no longer breed. This world though also primitive had the foresight to try and eradicate the disease. After the initial devastation they realized that if you isolated the carriers the disease would die with its final hosts. There are no carriers left, that is why there are so few men. Besides I also have the potential vaccine for the disease, should there be any dormant carriers. However men are still kept isolated so we will most likely not see any during our brief visit."

She had seemed genuinely concerned with his welfare, so he smiled down at her.
"I am touched that you have concern for my health, but even more overjoyed that you have given yourself fully over to me."

He pulled her close, his body pressing firmly against hers as he held her in his arms.

"How many women is up to you. You are only to pick women you think are worthy of your master and that you wish to choose. You will inform them of what their duties are and if you find none worthy to perform that then select none."

He stepped away, "now it is time for us to go." He dropped to his knees and rested his head against her hip. "You would never guess how eager I am to taste some pussy now."

He smiled at the thought he left her with as their bodies faded from existence on the ship and reformed on the surface surrounded by an assortment of women all dressed in pure white robes.

I beautiful woman with long flowing red hair stepped forward, "greetings. We have already received your medication and the male life seed, so," her arms swept wide, "all in this room are for your inspection and consideration."