Giss laughed. “You seem so sweet, but you’re quite the instigator. Did the ship send you as a plant? To be sure we continued experimenting, so we’d eventually come back for another very expensive visit?”
“No, but I can speak competently on some things. I was assessed and trained at Endricane’s submissive assessment center. And then the Calexes bought me.”
“Bought you?” Giss hissed.
Larsinc caught her arm and turned her to face him. “As interesting as the conversation is…how about you have it later?”
“All right.”
“Take off your shift.”
Giss blinked. “Right now?”
“Yes, right now.” His firm tone made her press her thighs together at the tingles in her pussy.
She removed the shift, and he led her to the padded, adjustable bench. He lifted her onto its surface, her breasts squashed beneath her, her arms and legs on hinged struts. As he strapped down each limb, her breath became choppy.
He strode to the beautiful cabinet and extracted a rectangular paddle, a collar and leash, a phallic gag, and a bulbous ribbed plug with a handle.
“That’s a lot of things,” Giss said nervously.
“You won’t need your mouth. Because my cock’s got one destination tonight, all night. Open,” he said, tracing her lips with his thumb.
She opened her mouth and let him slide the large cock-shaped plug in. It reached almost to the back of her throat, and she had to work to keep from letting her breath get panicky.
“What if she needs to let me know something?” Linc asked Melsint.
“Very good, sir. I was hoping you would ask without me hinting,” Mels said, hopping off the couch and going to a drawer of the cabinet. “We have squeakers, but I like either the little bell or the metal ball that makes a bell chime. Some kittens have one of those on their collars. The commander doesn’t like it on collars, too noisy when I’m prancing around.” She came over and pressed the bell into Giss’s hand. “Now, if you really need a rest or if something is too tight or hurts just too much, you ring. Not because we’re sore though, right? Not because the pain is uncomfortable. That we can breathe through,” she said with an encouraging nod and a pat on Giss’s cheek. Mels flicked the bell to make it ring, to illustrate the sound. “All set.” Then she returned to a drawer and brought a little vial of something, which she handed to Linc. “For the plug. It’s a good size, so nice and slippery is best.” She winked and started back to the couch. Then she stopped and turned, looking thoughtfully at Giss’s upturned ass. “Could I say something else?” she asked Larsinc.
“Yes.”
“The handle on that plug is a little long. Might get in the way of the paddle if you planned to put it in right away. Also, it is pretty big if it’s the first one she’ll have inside her there, other than those really little ones that were on the tails on the pleasure ship.”
Linc looked it over. “She’s taken my cock.”
Melsint’s eyes dropped momentarily to the front of his skin pants. “She’s good then.”
“I want it in when I paddle her. Is there one this size with a different handle?”
“Yes, a few,” she said. “That one with the long handle is, um, more for punishing a naughty girl. How do you like this one for going in and staying in for a bit?” she asked, holding one up.
Giss turned her head and groaned a protest. The new plug looked even wider than the last one.
“Good,” Linc said and poured some oil onto the plug. He swirled the tip around her ring and then began to push slowly and firmly against it. “Relax, kitty,” he murmured.
She whimpered as the plug stretched her wider and wider. She struggled to stay still, right up until she froze, unable to breathe at the sharp burning pain when it was seated firmly in place. She dropped her head, panting, her eyes stinging. Eventually the pain eased to a deep throb, but tears still crested her lashes. Her stomach knotted and clenched with both humiliation and longing. She wanted Linc to take her now, to stretch her pussy around his thick cock and make her his completely.
His knuckles stroked her back firmly, soothing her as she adjusted to the heavy intrusion. His fingers moved to her pussy, dipping into the seam. “So wet,” he said appreciatively. He teased her clit and she couldn’t keep her hips still, even though with every little pulse her punctured ring throbbed more, and the thick rubber bulb scraped against the sensitive walls of her rectum. She swallowed against the thick cock in her mouth, feeling so full and so trapped.
He adjusted the table, raising it and then lowering her head and knees, making her ass the highest part of her. She shook her head, feeling overwhelmed by the position. He tapped the paddle against her, several times, lightly at first, then with more force. Being gagged, restrained, and spanked took her back to that first night when he’d broken into her school. He’d spanked her so harshly, and deep down she’d relished his obsession with her and his control over her body.
Her heart banged steadily against her ribs.
“What’s happening here?” a low, rich baritone asked.
Gissandre froze, shame and arousal overwhelming her.
“Hello, sir,” Melsint said, hurrying past the bench.
