Taking Tilly (6 page)

She was far more inclined to scream
for mercy after that second climax than she had after days and days
of deprivation.

But she didn’t get the chance to beg
for anything.

As before, he continued to tease her
all the way through the climax, forcing her body to convulse on and
on until she blacked out.

And when she came to, it was to the
discovery that he was already teasing her toward yet another
climax.

This time, when she was on the brink,
he rose up, pressed the head of his largest cock against the mouth
of her sex and drove into her forcefully. She came, shuddering and
shaking—unable to escape the nearly unbearable pleasure as he
continued to thrust into her fiercely.

She thought, when she passed out that
time, that she was unconscious longer because her body was
completely cool when she awoke, uncomfortably cool.

But he wasn’t done.

No matter how hard she tried to
resist, between his practiced touch and the technology of the
nano-suit, her body wasn’t hers to command. It belonged in his
hands and he used her mercilessly, for hours, ignoring the pleas
she made when she finally reached the point of begging. He allowed
her just enough time to recover and began all over
again.

By the time he was satisfied, she was
shaking all over. Her body felt as if it had short-circuited every
single nerve ending and her mind had melted down.

She was so grateful when he finally
left her to sleep she felt like weeping from pure
relief.

Chapter Seven

Tilly’s first indication that she’d
weathered her punishment was the realization when she woke that
she’d slept deeply for a very long time. She was sore when she
woke, but then that was to be expected given her activities before
she’d fallen asleep.

Her second was the discovery that she
was alone.

The third that the nano-suit merely
covered her nakedness, inactive otherwise rather than in constant
motions designed specifically to keep her aroused and
miserable.

Not quite daring to believe the ordeal
was over, she got up hesitantly, and then headed into the bathroom.
Instead of a tray awaiting her when she came out she saw the outer
door was open.

It was amazing how scary that was when
she’d wanted desperately to escape the room for days if not weeks.
It took her a little while to gather the nerve even to approach the
opening, but then she heard, faintly, feminine voices and it
occurred to her that the other women had also been allowed out of
their cells.

She followed the sound out of her room
and down the corridor in the opposite direction than the one that
had brought her there to start with. She found herself in a large
room that looked like it was a combination of a dining room and
lounge. The other women, she saw, were gathered around a low eating
surface, sitting on pillows.

A place had been left for
her.

Feeling a true appetite for perhaps
the first time since she’d been taken, Tilly approached the table
and settled on a pillow.

The other women didn’t look especially
welcoming. For a few moments, they pretended she wasn’t there and
continued the conversation they’d been in the middle of when she’d
arrived. Finally, one of the women looked directly at her. “Would
you care to share your story?”

Tilly lifted her head and stared at
the woman blankly. “My story?”

“
Yes,” said another.
“We’ve been … entertaining ourselves, I guess, by sharing our
stories about how we got here.”

Tilly glanced from one face to the
next and finally shrugged. “My little sister went missing. The last
place anyone knew of that she’d gone—believed she’d gone to—was the
BDSM club. I went there looking for her.”

They looked more confused than
enlightened. “Was that the name of the place?”

“
Where was it at? What
city, I mean?”

That was the first Tilly realized that
they’d been kidnapped from various locations, that none of them,
except her, had been picked up at the club.

Relaxing once everyone began to fill
her in, Tilly was actually beginning to enjoy herself when the
women facing the door abruptly fell silent. Feeling her belly
instantly knot with dread, Tilly turned to see what had caught
their attention and discovered the alien she thought of as ‘second’
striding directly toward her.

Actually, she wasn’t completely
convinced she was his target—was hopeful she was wrong—until he
stopped directly beside her. “Come.”

She just barely managed to stop
herself from asking ‘where?’

She wasn’t certain if the
suit made her surge instantly to her feet or if she’d been
conditioned to respond instantly to their commands, but she
did
shoot to her
feet.

He seemed to hesitate and then nodded
toward a mound of pillows a short distance from the table.
“There.”

Tilly’s throat closed. Embarrassment
swept through her as the certainty settled over her that he was
going to fuck her right there in front of everyone.

She moved stiffly to the pillows and
crouched down.

He’d followed her. He pushed her onto
her back and mentally commanded the nano-suit to position her—head
and shoulders on the pillows, her lower body lifted up and
supported by her legs. Her legs were splayed wide and the nanos
drew the fleshy outer lips of her sex back to offer him unimpeded
access.

His assault startled her, caught her
so completely off-guard she didn’t even have time to mentally brace
herself. He dropped to his knees, caught her buttocks and lifted
her sex to his mouth so that she was hanging head down, her legs
draped over his shoulders.

His mouth was hot and hungry as he
covered her sex and began to suck and gnaw at it with a fierceness
that punched all of the air out of Tilly’s lungs. In the first
seconds, she wasn’t certain if his assault was more pleasurable or
more hurtful, but she was in no doubt for more than a handful of
seconds. Heat scoured her. Her belly tied itself into knots.
Endorphins filled her mind so rapidly that she felt drunk, so dizzy
she thought she might pass out.

She hoped she would.

Mindful of the audience, she struggled
to catch her breath without making a sound and to mentally close
her mind to what he was doing.

It was a waste of effort. Her clit,
despite the days that had been spent tormenting her by stimulating
it, almost seemed more sensitive than ever before. She suffered the
exquisite torture of pleasure in silence as long as she could, but
that wasn’t long. Within a handful of minutes she reached a summit
she couldn’t surpass.

She was so beleaguered in
point of fact that moments of sheer torture passed before she
realized he wasn’t going to allow her to come. She felt like
weeping, wanted to escape the torture of his mouth when she knew he
wouldn’t allow fulfillment, but there was no escape. She could do
nothing but endure until he decided he
was
satisfied.

That seemed to take forever. She
reached the breaking point before he was satisfied—or perhaps that
was what he’d been waiting for, for her to reach the point where
she could no longer contain the moans of pleasure, the groans of
despair because she couldn’t find release. She was close to
blacking out, however, when he finally took one last near painful
drag at her clit and released it.

She could feel her pounding pulse in
every part of her body when he put her away from him.

He got up a little unsteadily,
breathing heavily. “Come.”

Apparently he didn’t mean that
literally.

Tilly had cause to be glad she had the
suit manipulating her as if she was a puppet because she was as
weak as a ragdoll from his attentions, too weak to get up without
help.

Her head spun when she gained her feet
and she was too dazed to know where she was or what he expected of
her.

He caught one arm and led her from the
room and down the corridor.

Hopefulness rose in her breast that he
was taking her back to her cell where she could at least hide from
the other women, but he marched her past it, and past the room
where they’d been processed.

The door they finally reached at the
opposite end opened into what appeared to be the control room of
the ship.

The commander was sitting in an
elevated chair. The other aliens she’d seen—that she was pretty
sure had been inside of her several times—were seated at various
consoles.

The commander’s eyes
narrowed.
“She failed to
cooperate?”

“
Defied me.
I had to punish her,
but
I did not fill her with come.”

Tilly sent a startled glance of
disbelief at the man before she could help herself, but one look at
his face was sufficient to warn her that she would deeply regret it
if she called him out on the lie. She transferred her gaze to the
deck at her feet.

“
Come.”

It was the commander’s voice. She
recognized it instantly.

Reluctance flickered through her. The
bastard had lied—most likely to cover his ass because he hadn’t
immediately discharged his orders—and now she was going to
pay.

Again.

Despite the slight hesitation,
however, she knew to seem reluctant was to invite worse. She moved
to stand by his chair.

He lifted her onto his lap with her
back to his chest. Cupping her breasts, he pulled her back to
settle against his chest. “Still rebel?” he murmured near her
ear.

His heated breath sent goose-bumps
scurrying over her flesh. “I’m … sorry, Master,” Tilly managed to
get out in a suffocated voice.

He squeezed her breasts and then
released them. Directing her to drape one leg over each arm of his
chair, he opened his trousers and then lifted her and settled her
where the mouth of her sex was resting on his thickest
cock.

Despite the fact that the position of
her legs and the nanos had stretched her so wide the skin felt taut
almost to the point of tearing, she was so dry from fear her flesh
refused to engulf his. She gritted her teeth to keep from crying
out as he pushed her down, trying to force her over his
cock.

Thankfully, after a few moments, he
stopped, placed a hand on the back of her neck and pushed her
forward until she thought she would slide off his lap and land on
her face on the floor.

She felt his fingers delving her and
then he began to spread something warm and wet over her entire
cleft, tracing the outer edges of the mouth of her sex—pulling at
the flesh to test its elasticity—and then pushing his fingers
inside of her one at the time until she was convinced by the strain
that he’d pushed all five inside of her. Thankfully, he seemed
satisfied. He moved from there to her rectum and repeated the
process until she thought she would begin to beg him to stop if he
didn’t cease.

He did. Lifting her once more, he
aligned his thickest cock with the mouth of her sex and drove her
down onto it, impaling her in one swift, painful thrust as deeply
as he could go. It knocked the breath out of her. Before she could
regain it, he lifted her and slammed deep into her
again.

She managed to suck in a breath as he
lifted her once more, but he drove into her again immediately and
pushed it out again. Setting a pounding rhythm that threatened to
buckle her spine and rip her in half, he thrust into her frenziedly
until she felt the jerk of his cock. He uttered a choked groan and
then thrust faster until he’d pumped all of his seed into
her.

Weak from the heat he’d stirred inside
of her and left burning and the inability to catch a decent breath
of air, Tilly struggled to gather herself.

Instead of lifting her off his cock
and setting her on her feet, however, he pushed her down as deeply
onto his shaft as he could, lifted first one leg and then other and
twisted her around to face him.

In the process, Tilly made an
unwelcome discovery.

She’d actually figured that the others
were watching, but there was a look of anticipation on each face
that told her that she would make the rounds before she was allowed
to go.

However, she had miles to go, she
discovered, before the next.

When she was facing the commander, she
felt a shift in the nano-suit and discovered the suit had lifted
her breasts in offering, uncovering the tips. She looked up at the
commander and swallowed with an effort at the look of intent on his
face.

The suit lifted her up. He aligned his
posterior cock with her rectum and guided the anterior cock to her
clit, attaching it.

Then he clamped down on one of her
nipples and the suit drove her downward, impaling her on the
massive twin cocks. Agony warred with the pleasure that had still
been pounding through her.

There was no respite. The suit drove
her up and down his thick, twin shafts until she was nearly
mindless with the pain and pleasure that was pelting her, each
seeking dominance, until she could scarcely tell the difference
between them. The only way that she knew she was nearing the end of
her torment was that the thrusts came faster and harder as he
neared his crisis and then merely stopped when he’d pumped
everything he had into her.