Anger welled inside of her, just as the commander’s hand rubbed her burning skin, igniting the soreness anew. She braced for a spanking, but the next sensation was on her clitoris.
Oh, Viph—she thought. Not more torment to endure.
She resisted as long as she could. The commander had placed another pleasure-inducing vibrating machine against her clit, and the pleasure was so intense she wanted desperately to squirm away from it. She was rising up, up, to scary heights of pleasure. She neither wanted release nor wanted for him to stop her torment... her mouth fell open and her eyes watered as she clawed helplessly at the table, willing herself to endure it. Her legs began to shake uncontrollably, and her abdomen spasmed.
As she came, harder than she had never before experienced, she yelled and her feet gave way. The commander laced gentle pressure on her jeweled plug, keeping it inside of her as her whole body squeezed and spasmed in much-needed, overly intense pleasure that sent her sliding nearly to the floor.
The commander patted her on the bottom, but she barely felt it over the waves of relief that shook her still. “Good girl. Now come along.”
Chapter Eight
Lana fell into a sleep, a mixture of contentment taking over her body and troubled thoughts clouding her mind. Her mind had been a useless pool of mush after she had been returned to her room, still shaking and racked by tremors of pleasure from her ‘reward.’
But now her thoughts were clearing.
She had very little time remaining in the training program, if Commander Golan was to be believed, which meant that if she was still resolved to escape before she was exchanged with the Galleons, she had only a few system days to make her getaway.
She was disappointed in herself and unable to come up with a rational explanation for why she had not done more to secure her escape. Each day that she spent in training, learning to be submissive, her body reacted to her training with desire, and the words of Commander Golan and Anasi began to infiltrate her thoughts and feel less like something she wanted to reject, and more like something she could listen to and believe in. There were dark moments, when she took the ever-enlarging anal plugs inside her body and they rubbed against her flesh, making her wet, when she could hear and feel herself thinking, maybe she should just give in. Maybe thiswasreally what she wanted.
“You will have a mate who will protect you and treat you like a queen, and all you must do to have this is to give in to the desires you so clearly have. Your body is willing, and once you recognize that your nature, as an Atrix, is to be submissive and to mate with the finest male specimens of the humanoid races, you will be as happy as you have ever been,” Anasi would tell her softly, as he prepared her for training.
Anasi himself, she had realized after a time, was a eunuch, which was why he was entrusted to her care and appeared to be both man and boy. He was fully brainwashed, accepting of his fate, and even seemed to enjoy it.
Moments of her own weakening will became longer and longer, dark hours during training when she would give herself over to submission, and allow herself to dream of a real alien man, large and imposing, vital and strong, claiming her as his own.
It was only when she was alone, in her room, away from those influences, that she would try to recoup her strength and her will. She reminded herself that they were brainwashing her, that she was playing a game to get them to relax on their security, and that what she wanted, more than anything, was to escape.
But the desire to escape felt like it was eroding. She had to fight to keep it at the forefront of her mind.
She twisted and turned at night, when she awoke, which happened almost every night. She lay in the dim light, looking out at the endless stars, and tried to think of her plans, of the plan of the ship, of the doors and the airlocks, of the places she believed held escape pods.
But the plans were tiring, and also felt impossible to implement. She didn’t know where they were in the galaxy, let alone in relation to a planet. She didn’t even know if she could pilot an escape pod, even supposing she could contrive to reach one. And in her quest to feign submission so that she could surreptitiously look for clues to weaknesses in security, or an escape route, her body betrayed her again and again, taking her mind off her plans and igniting her with desires she did not want to admit to having: to please her mate, to be filled again and again with the pulsing, hot member of a virile male, to lie submissively for him, submitting her body to his every desire...
Lana sat up in her bed and pushed her hair from her face. She was damp with sweat, and it did not come from fear. She was pulsing between her legs, a sweet agony that only increased when she thought of how she could not relieve it.
She lay back down, aware that she was being monitored at all times. There seemed to be no escape for her. She had no choice. The commander had repeated this sentence so often that she could hear him in her head:you have no choice, you have no choice...
