Fear pooled inside her chest at the same time; they were too big. She would be split in half by a Galleon.
The commander had come to stand on the other side of the pole. Lana took a perverse pleasure in seeing that he was stimulated by this exercise. Even more base was her own arousal at the idea, which she refused to admit. Still... the phallus in front of her lips was thick, long, and blunt, the shaft bumpy and almost vulgar. How would she...?
She looked up at the commander when her wrists pulled her arms to her back and secured her hands together at her tailbone. He returned her gaze, and reached out a hand, placing it at the back of her head. His fingers curled at the base of her neck, electrifying her.
“Galleon males are extremely long-lasting and mate for hours,” the commander growled. “You will need to pleasure your mate orally if you do not wish to be unable to walk the next day. Open your mouth.”
He pressed her forward, toward the phallic object, and Lana looked down at it once more.
“Look up at your mate,” the commander insisted. “At all times, you must signal that you are submissive and obedient. It is his claim as your mate and your duty as his slave.”
Lana’s mouth was watering, and when she opened it, she could feel the saliva roll inside of her lips. She met the commander’s eyes and humiliation burned through her like a fire.
Her pussy throbbed as she stretched her jaw wide for the enormous cock. The commander pushed her forward, cradling her head, leaning closer to the pole himself. “Take all of it inside your mouth,” he commanded, as her eyes began to water and her stomach spasmed with a gag. Her mouth was full, and her jaw was already aching. The water in her eyes leaked out of the corners and the commander smiled. “Even more,” he urged.
She breathed heavily, flaring her nostrils, and attempted to back away from the phallus, but the commander held her head firmly in place. “Relax your jaw, and open more, and use your tongue to stimulate the underside of his cock, where it is more sensitive.”
Lana’s eyes dropped to the cock being fed to her and started to shake her head. She couldn’t... it was too much.
The commander pulled her away from the phallus, and stared down at her as she breathed heavily, snapping her eyes back up to attention. Saliva clung from her lips to the tip of the phallus, and the arch of it slowly fell to the floor as she awaited the commander’s wrath.
“Youmust,” he said, tightening his grip in her hair, “never break eye contact with your mate as you pleasure him. Now do it again, and take it all the way to the base, deep into your throat. Do not break eye contact with me, or you will be disciplined. We do not have time for games.”
Lana opened her mouth and leaned toward the phallus.
“What do we say?” the commander growled.
“Yes, sir,” Lana mewled breathlessly. “Thank you, sir.”
He pushed on the back of her head, and the thick rubbery phallus went into her throat. She fought to stare at his burning, cruel eyes, but they so humiliated her that she struggled not to look away. Her stomach rolled again as the phallus passed her throat, but she stretched and relaxed, and felt the length of it slowly fill her mouth and throat until she had to tip herself upward to take it all.
The commander smiled cruelly. “Good,” he said. “Keep going.”
She tried, and her eyes welled up with the effort. The commander tapped the back of her head three times, not quite a slap, but a less-than-gentle push, each time sending the phallus a little further down her throat. She made a noise, but it was quickly snuffed by the cock.
The commander read something from his wrist. “That’s good,” he said. “The computer model enjoys your whimpering. Make sounds and swallow to please his cock. And,” he added, tapping her on the forehead, “do not close your eyes or look away. You are to submit completely.”
Lana obeyed. At first, she did it only to further her cause: to make the commander believe she was obedient, to avoid punishment... to broker trust... at least that was what she was telling herself.
But as usual, the humiliating stare of the commander, the fullness of her mouth and throat as she played the submissive female, and the promise of discipline had contrived to make her thighs slick and wet, as her pussy trembled with excitement.
She was almost there, almost to the base of the large phallus, but she couldn’t go any further. The commander pushed her, and she dropped her eyes and shook her head quickly. He released her, and she stared at the floor in shame. “I can’t,” she squeaked. She looked up at him, his disappointment burning through her chest. “I can’t get any more in.”
The commander’s lips curled. “You will,” he growled. “Or you will be disciplined severely.”
Lana looked imploringly at him, and her abdomen quivered with desire.
The commander seemed very impatient to make sure she was properly trained. It occurred to her that he must need her to be submissive and trained before he turned her over to the Galleon prince.
So it was only half a betrayal to herself, really, when she looked at him defiantly, and she had to hide a strange smile that threatened to develop on her lips. “I can’t do it,” she told him resolutely.
And she was thrilled when a flicker of lust flared in the commander’s eyes.
“Then you will be disciplined, Atrix. And I am sure you will find, afterward, that in fact you can.”
The commander’s words sent a shiver along her spine, which she tried to ignore, retreating within herself and silently vowing to remember her inner resistance, as the pole was swallowed by the floor and the magnetic pull on her wrists was released.
Golan commanded her to stand, and she did so obediently, not wanting to stoke his ire any further. She turned at his command and saw that a table had materialized behind her.
