Teasing Tilly (3 page)

Chapter Three

Shock gripped Tilly for a while.  She had no idea how long, but she was stiff from standing by the time discomfort overcame her shock sufficiently to arouse her mind to function again.  She still felt oddly devoid of emotion as she stared around the small room.  Darkness fluttered at the back of her mind, images produced by a fertile imagination that she didn’t want to look at.

“… Train now.”

What had he meant by that?

She didn’t really want to know.  She didn’t want to face it—at all—but since she had no choice about that, she rather thought when it came would be soon enough.

She still couldn’t resist moving to the odd looking device that was center stage in the room.  It was some sort of rack with pulleys and chains and manacles attached.

Fear crept over her bare flesh with icy fingers that raised gooseflesh everywhere.

Her stomach cramped.

Her kegels fluttered.

She tried to ignore her spasming kegels.  It was nothing more than a reaction to the allover stimulus of being stark naked and denuded of any and all body hair.  The movement of the air was enough to make her feel as if her skin was being stroked by invisible fingers. 

There was a small door at the back of the room, she discovered.  It opened when she reached it, revealing a space age bathroom that looked more like a torture chamber than the room she’d left. 

The toilet, fortunately, wasn’t hard to figure out.  She made use of it and examined the cubicle she assumed must be a shower of some kind.  She was almost ready to give up when it closed around her.  For a space of frantic heartbeats, fear took over, but then she was bathed in some sort of particles and light.  When it stopped, every inch of her skin seemed to be covered in a fine powder and then heated air blasted around her and when it stopped her skin was free of the powder.

The room felt warmer when she emerged, but she wasn’t sure if it was or if the hot air had simply warmed the fear from her bones and flesh.

She went back into the bedroom and paced for a while, trying not to think about the manacles and chains that were everywhere—including on the bed itself. 

She’d been trying to avoid the announcement their captor had made—that they were toys, to be sold, and in training. 

It was just too much to take in so quickly!

She’d gone searching for Emily and ended up in an alien spacecraft on her way to a slave market to be sold as a … sex toy.

As unavoidable as the truth was when she was surrounded by the evidence of it, she still couldn’t accept it.

Time passed.  She didn’t become any less aware of her state of nakedness.  It almost seemed like she became
more
aware of it.

She supposed, if she’d been in the habit of wandering around naked, it wouldn’t have been so … uncomfortable.  But she wasn’t.  She was in the habit of drying off and getting dressed as soon as she finished bathing.  She dressed for bed and slept in night clothing and then changed to day clothing when she got up.  She was naked or partially naked for a few minutes a day.  She found sitting around naked very distressing, felt more vulnerable even than she had before, but the bed was bare of any kind of covering.  There hadn’t even been a towel to use after the bath—no surprise she supposed since it didn’t use water—but a huge disappointment.

Hours passed.  She had a sense of time passing even though she had no external clock to watch.  After a while, she sat on the edge of the bunk because she was tired of standing and pacing.  A while after that, she slipped across the narrow bunk and braced her back against the wall to relieve the stress of holding herself upright.

More time passed and then a sliding sound jerked her to alertness.  Instead of the door opening, however, she saw a drawer had slid into the room.  She stared at it suspiciously for a little while, but then the smell of food finally wafted to her and her stomach growled. 

She was tempted to ignore it—just on the principle that she was a captive and didn’t want to take anything from the skunks.

But what good would it do her to try to starve herself?  She’d just be weak—er—and easier prey for them.

She got up and went to the drawer, lifting the lid to examine the contents.  As she’d guessed, there was a tray inside and food and what looked like water.

It might be drugged, but was she really against the idea of being drugged senseless while they … did things to her?

She decided she rather liked that idea a lot more than being fully conscious.

Unfortunately, none of it appeared to be drugged.  The food was actually surprisingly good.

When she’d finished, she put the tray back and went back to sit on the bunk since there didn’t seem to be anything else to do.  She fell asleep some time after that, but slept fitfully, too aware of her state of nakedness to climb completely beneath the blanket of oblivion.

Judging by her internal clock and the meals she received, Tilly decided three days had passed before she was faced with her first lesson.

The fear she thought had dulled with boredom at the passing of time instantly leapt to the very pinnacle of her being when the door abruptly slid open and she saw the commander filling the door.  He stepped inside.  The door slid closed behind him. 

Tilly bounded off the bed and charged toward the bathroom.

The door didn’t open to her dismay.

She flattened herself against it and turned to face the commander.

He hadn’t moved from the door.  His expression was hard, unyielding.

“First lesson.  You belong to me.  When I appear, you prostrate yourself and await my command to do my bidding.”

Tilly blinked at him.  The words had sounded stiff and rehearsed—almost as if he’d memorized them—and thickly accented, but it sounded like English and yet it was completely incomprehensible.

Because she was too terrified for her brain to translate the sounds into words.

He pointed to the floor in front of him.  “There.”

Tilly glanced from his face to his finger to the floor and then looked at his face again.

“Now!” he growled.

Still, Tilly hesitated, wondering if she could race past him, get the door open and escape ….

To where?

He tensed, as if he meant to come after her and Tilly bolted from the corner, trying to slip past him.  He slung out one arm and captured her with ease.  She tried to break free of his grip but realized fairly quickly that that was useless.

He zapped her with the knock-out thingy.  She supposed, later, that the purpose was to make the ‘merchandise’ manageable without damaging it. 

When she came to, she was completely disoriented for several moments.  Then she realized that she was strapped into the torture device and staring at the floor inches from her face, not the ceiling. 

She could see his boots—behind her.

She could see her ankles manacled to each side of the contraption.

Her legs were spread so wide her hip joints felt as if they were going to separate.

The first stinging assault to her buttocks sent painful ripples up her spine.  After that, the pain only registered in her abused buttocks, however.

Ten whacks.  “Who do you belong to?”

Her mind was empty of everything but pain and outrage.

Ten more whacks.

“Who is your master?”

“I don’t know your f’ing name!” Tilly screamed at him.

He gave her only five licks that time.  “Master,” he growled.

Tears were streaming down her cheeks by that time.  “Master.  I belong to you, Master.”

She jerked when she felt his hand again, but he only glided it soothingly over her burning behind.  In a moment, she heard sounds that suggested he was adjusting his clothing, but she was still caught completely off guard when she felt something hard and rounded press against the lips of her sex.

And the bud of her rectum.

And the nub of her clit.

She’d
completely
forgotten he wasn’t human.

She gritted her teeth, struggling not to scream at his burning entry, but his member—
members—
seemed to be huge like he was.

The thing that had been merely rubbing against her clit seemed to open like a flower and then attach itself like a sucker.

It
did
suck!

Pleasure shot through her in spite of the countering pain as he spread the mouth of her sex till it was burning with the strain of being stretched to the point of overshadowing the burning she felt as he penetrated her rectum.

The flesh yielded to his determined thrusts after a few moments and he drove so deeply she could feel his belly against her buttocks.

“I can give you pleasure or pain.  I can give you pleasure
and
pain. I am your master.  Say it!”

Tilly thought she would choke on the words, but she said it.

He was silent for a long moment, still, as if thinking.  “You defied me today.  No pleasure.”

She wasn’t certain what he meant—not at first.

She didn’t actually feel any pleasure—not at first—only a lessening of discomfort and tingles that threatened to become pleasure from the thing pulling on her clit.  As he set a pounding rhythm, however, he generated heat.

Friction, she thought, from the rubbing of the thick log of flesh against the straining walls of her sex. 

Burning from the thick member scouring her rectum.

The heat built to a completely recognizable conflagration, however—raw desire that began to thrum through her, that took her breath so that she was straining, struggling to reach the pinnacle.  She’d lost all concept of anything but the pursuit of pleasure.

And then he came, uttering a hoarse, deep growl of pleasure.

And then he withdrew, left her dangling head down, every part of her body sparking and sizzling and throbbing with disappointment and rapidly vanishing pleasure.

She didn’t realize he’d left the room until she felt a cool breath of air whisper across her burning butt.

Chapter Four

The painful throbbing had eased by the time the skunk came back and blood was pounding in Tilly’s temples from her position rather than the ‘other’ places. 

“Had thought—you like that place, you like dis—and dis not be necessary,” he commented, touching the frame of the thing she was chained to so that it brought her upright.

Tilly stared at him blankly, trying to digest what he’d said.

It wasn’t that he didn’t speak English amazingly well—particularly since he was clearly not from Earth at all.  It was just that the strange sentence structure together with the thick accent completely threw her and her mind had to reinterpret the sounds to find the words that actually fit.

And beyond that, she was having a lot of trouble following the conversation on account of the fact that it didn’t actually sound germane to her situation—at least not at first.

Finally, she realized he knew that place was a BDSM club that she’d emerged from just before they took her—and what the BDSM scene was all about.

Because they had something going with that skunk of a bartender to find … product for their enterprise!

“I wasn’t there because I’m ‘in’ to BDSM,” she said finally.  “I was looking for my sister, Emily.  She went missing ….”

He lifted a hand to silence her.  “No interest—not you, not circumstances.”

Tilly’s jaw dropped in stunned disbelief.  Fortunately, she was so stunned and outraged it deprived her of words.  She didn’t get the chance to say anything he would make her regret.

“You slave now, for sex.  Whoever buy, buy to f-ck or odder tings dat master like do womans.  You understand?”

It took an effort to nod, but that, she quickly discovered, wasn’t good enough.

Anger hardened his features.  “Correct response—to anyting I ask—‘yes, master’.”

Tilly struggled with the war between her intellect and her temper.  “Yes, Master.”

Something flickered in his eyes.  “Fast learn.  Smart.  Brave.  Hope smart and brave not get slave killed in ugly way.”

Coldness washed over Tilly, fear tightening suffocatingly around her chest.

He held her gaze for a long moment and then touched the frame of the torture device again.  This time it seemed to disintegrate into nearly microscopic flakes that crawled up her arms and legs and over her belly.  Tilly stared down at the things moving over her in absolute horror, unable to strike at them and brush them away even though the manacles themselves had disappeared—because she couldn’t move—at all.

The things reassembled, became a form-fitting suit that covered her from her ankles to her throat. 

Well, mostly covered her. 

They’d missed an important area around her genitals.

“Trainer.  Nano-suit make sure you not provoke anyone to do you catastrophic harm.”

Tilly stared at him uncomprehendingly, but instead of explaining further, he turned as one of the other giant aliens entered the room and spoke to the man in their language.