The white ceiling above her transformed before the next round of pulses began. As she lay there, the ceiling began to transmit images: pornographic, soundless images, of women on their hands and knees with enormous, chiseled, alien men, their phalluses sawing in and out of the women’s bodies.
The images only made her crave release more, and her pussy ached horribly when the next quick pulses were delivered.
The space between each pulsing torture increased. This has to be because, near the end of the long session, she was so close to coming that she felt sure that if anything so much as touched her she would get her release.
But she did not: she was left to try to squirm, to sob and beg into her gag, for almost an hour, as the images played above her on the ceiling. And she didn’t take her eyes off them, as much as she wanted to.
* * *
When Anasi collectedher and led her to her room, her limbs were still shaking. Her pussy still ached deeply with desire, and each step made the plug in her bottom roll around, teasing her more, but failing to deliver the crucial stimulation she required.
She had stopped thinking of a plan to escape, and was now thinking of one thing and one thing only: how good it would feel to lie down on her bed and slide her fingers against her clit to finally relieve herself of the aching desire.
He stopped at her door, and allowed her inside, motioning that she should occupy the room.
“Your meal will be served to you in your room. If you are obedient in your training, you will earn rewards, such as entertainment, and use of the exercise room and swimming pool. But you must first comply with today’s test.”
“That wasn’t the test?” Lana asked hastily. Her legs were trembling from what she had just endured, and she could barely see straight. Her thoughts were almost entirely focused on getting alone.
But...
Anasi smiled at her from the hallway. “You are not to give in to the temptation of relief,” Anasi reminded her. “You must learn that you will get relief at your trainer’s, and later at your mate’s, choosing.”
“Wait, I—”
She lunged toward the door just as it closed. The glowing blue light of the window that looked into the seemingly endless blackness of space lit up slowly to a warm glow.
“But!” she exclaimed in frustration.
How long was she to remain here? How long was she supposed to lie here, craving relief? And if someone came for her, whenever they did—would they come to relieve her or would they simply put her through more training?
She let out a sigh of exasperation, almost despair, and tears welled up in her eyes. She sat on the bed. Between her legs, her pussy throbbed. When she sat, the jeweled plug pushed upward inside of her, stimulating a new place, creating a new ache.
She didn’t necessarily set out to disobey. In fact, she barely gave it any thought. The dull ache in her bottom combined with the ache in her pussy, and she shifted on the bed to become more comfortable. As she did, she shifted the plug and discovered, as she was doing so, that it rolled the plug inside of her in a different direction, stimulating her.
She did this repeatedly, causing the plug to shift by moving her hips in a circular motion, the plug catching on the material of the bed, while the part inside traveled in a clockwise direction, pressing delicately on the insides of her body. Back, pushing against the outside of her cavity and sending a swell of aching to her spine. To the side, radiating through her hips, and then toward the root of her clit, igniting her inner heat through her body at the same it contrasted the emptiness inside of her pussy, the craving she felt.
But it was not enough to make these circles, to shiver at each different direction the plug touched her; she would only be brought closer to climax and never reach it. No, she knew exactly where she needed to touch herself, and she knew that her relief was within her fingertips, literally. It would only take a moment...
Before she had arrived in her room, before Anasi had told her of the obedience she must show, it had crossed her mind briefly that there must be some way of them knowing what she was doing in her room. But all thoughts of discovery flew out of her mind as the longing inside of her grew, and within minutes she found herself slipping her fingers between her legs and into the wet slick of her pussy.
When she found her clit with her exploring fingers, she struck the face of it where so many pulses had been relentlessly delivered, and she jumped at her first, too hard touch. But quickly she found the precise pressure to apply, the exact stroke that began to send her body rising again—this time, to finally achieve the sweet relief she was practically dying for now.
As she neared her climax, she reclined in the bed, with her legs open, having forgotten entirely where she was. All she knew was that she could not again come this close and not succeed at getting relief. She stroked herself madly, her ears filling with the sound of rushing water and her abdomen curling wildly. She closed her eyes, and the images she had seen rose up behind the curtain of her eyelids. She pictured herself in those images, being bent over by a man with enormous arms and chiseled torso, his manhood deep inside of her—
She came violently, and a sound escaped her mouth, even though she had planned on remaining quiet. Her fingers sloshed in her pussy, and her whole body shook and seized up with the first, terrifyingly pleasurable climax of her life.
She lost herself so completely that she did not realize that the plug inside of her was slowly being squeezed from inside, until it was too late and it was slipping out of her and onto the bed.
The realization of what she had done cut through the receding waves of pleasure, and she grabbed for the plug. It was all too clear to her now, as she fought to replace it, and her mind allowed other thoughts besides of her own relief to penetrate her consciousness: of course they would know what she had done, one way or another.
She had really screwed up.
She had been disobedient.
And now, she would be disciplined.
Her bottom grew warm with the memory of the commander’s paddling and spankings, and she had just a moment to think about the sharp bite of punishment against her skin, to think of the pain and the pleasure, and to begin to wonder which one she felt more, when the door hissed, and a silhouette that could be none other than his filled the lighted corridor.
