“I want you bare. You can guess the reasons.”
Several more little scrapes, and she was fully exposed. A warm cloth wiped away the soap.
“Does she look well? Or does she need a rest?” Tok asked.
Cool fingertips opened her flower. She clenched her teeth to keep from cursing at Roll.
“There’s very little irritation. Surprising given how tight and innocent virgins are.”
“She’s not like them.”
Her cheeks flamed. “What am I like?” she demanded, determined to be included in the conversation and to draw their attention from her naked flower.
Tok straightened, his gaze sweeping over her body before resting on her face. She felt strong rough fingers push into her.
“You’re juicy and ripe down here. Like fruit that drips juice on my chin and hands when I bite into it.”
His fingers reached all the way to the opening of her womb and pressed against it, making her belly cramp and her pussy ache for more than fingers. Her nipples betrayed her by beading into hard nubs. His thumb stroked her clit in deliberate swirls that made her hips undulate.
“Mmm. I love how she moves,” Roll said. “And that body.” He moved around the table and adjusted it so her head was tipped back. He took out his cock and rubbed it across her lips. “Open that pretty mouth.”
When her lips parted, his cock surged forward, sliding over her tongue and deep into her mouth.
He groaned. “We’ve taught you well. Mmm.”
His pleasure in using her mouth struck a deep chord. She caressed him with her tongue as she sucked.
He moaned. “So good. I’m going to fuck that pretty throat now. Let’s see what a good handmaiden you are for your crew.” His hand gripped her throat as he pushed forward. It was frightening, but also exciting to be controlled so fully. Her body hummed with anxious energy.
Tok moved forward, pushing his cock into her. He held her thighs, anchoring her in her bindings and then began to use her roughly.
She struggled against breathlessness and a feeling of being too full. The room whirled, the brightness dimming and she was caught in an orgasm so powerful it ripped through her.
Roll pulled out just in time for her to breathe again. She sputtered and gasped as she spasmed around Tok’s invading cock. Jets of warm seed from Roll landed onto her neck and chest, adding to their filthy decoration of her body.
Tok’s thrusts were unrelenting until he filled her pussy. He held the table, his head bowed as he caught his breath. Sweat dripped onto her belly, and she had the surreal feeling of being only a vessel for their pleasure and very much their property.
“Clean her up and take care of her,” Tok murmured as he pulled out. “Let the last part of the exam wait. She’s earned a rest.”
By the time Roll unhooked the straps and helped her sit up, Tok had gone. It bothered her, but she couldn’t say precisely why. When Rollow attempted to embrace her, she pulled away.
“I’m all right,” she said, stretching her trembling legs. “I’d like to wash.”
“Come,” he said, taking her arm gently and helping her from the table. “You can have some time alone.”
The soft kindness almost undid her. She was able to stay strong until she was alone with the jets pulsing soothing water over her skin. The woodsy fragrance of the cleansing gel was what she’d smelled faintly on the skin of the men. A flood of sensations threatened to overtake her... the feel of the brush painting her breast, the cock gliding over her tongue, the grip of Tok’s hands on her thighs, his cock surging inside her. She shuddered. The memories were so vivid it was hard to imagine them ever fading.
When she’d gathered her mind back to herself, she cleansed herself fully. Every time she rubbed between her shaved lower lips, she imagined a little more seed seeping from her. She might have been imagining it, but it felt like their essence was still pooled there in her hidden core.
She used the air jets to dry, but when she stepped from the enclosure the cool air nipped at her skin and the hair on her arms and nape rose. She found a rich blue square of fabric and when she lifted it, she realized it was a tiny skirt. She slid it on and it clung to her hips and barely skimmed past the edge of her bottom. It must have been meant for a very slim girl. Giss could’ve worn it without it gripping her curves so fully.
A small tremor rattled her. Gissandre. She hadn’t seen Larsinc since waking. Was he on board or had he gone in search of her little sister as he’d threatened? If not, she should try to engage and distract him. The longer she had to make amends the better. Perhaps she could absorb the brunt of his anger.
She glanced at the shelf where the skirt had been and noticed a pair of gold ear ornaments. She picked them up and tried to open the embellished rings. After a moment she realized they weren’t meant for the shell of her ears. The opening was too small and the screw mechanism only tightened it. With a little frisson of embarrassment, she realized where they were meant to be worn. She looked down at her nipples and shook her head.
She returned the ornaments to the shelf. She must be allowed a covering for her chest. Certainly her dignity demanded it. As she moved toward the passageway though she paused. She thought of Wexler being taken into slavery. There were slave owners on Orius. Her family was against it, but they’d never engaged in rebellions that tried to free slaves. Did her lack of action make her complicit? Perhaps so. And had she and her sister decided that Giss’s life was more valuable than Larsinc’s? By their actions, they certainly had.
So maybe relinquishing a bit of her dignity wasn’t beyond what she should do. And anyway, they would likely force her to display herself in a way that suited them. She affixed a golden ring around her right nipple and screwed it tight enough to pinch slightly so that it wouldn’t fall off from its weight. She placed the other ornament on the left and secured it, her eyes drifting down to the painted marks on her breast and side. They hadn’t faded despite her scrubbing. What did they mean? She’d seen the marks placed on slaves, but these were more artistic and purposeful. And why were they necessary? As another reminder to her that for this period of time she was their property?
