Sierra Lives

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Lord V ended his video conference with the two other Aphelion Order Intermediaries confirming what he already suspected about the Valcor Syndicate's hand in the uprising of the slave mining colonies on Ingentia's second moon. It was only during these short recesses in his official meeting schedule that he felt he got any actual work done or made progress in his plans. Still, a quick break to check on his new charge wouldn't be remiss.

Lord V couldn't help but smirk perversely at what he saw on the bath house monitor. Elanna was certainly playing her part well. Indeed, his new little slave seemed to be purring under Elanna's ministrations. As his human slave dipped her head back into the water to rinse her hair, her breasts rose up enticingly above the water, sudsy little bubbles dribbled down plump curves. He recalled slapping those curves to watch them jiggle.

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"Are there any towels?" Sierra asked a little breathlessly trying not to look too directly at Elanna's beautiful form. Elanna gave her a confused expression, Sierra continued, "to dry us off?"

Elanna nodded. "The drying chamber," Elanna said pointing to the corner.

Sierra perceived the section of wall and floor which had different tiling to the rest of the bath. There were no towels and no privacy. Sierra returned her gaze to Elanna and then looked up at the cameras narrowing her eyes.

Elanna simply waded over to the side and walked up the bathing pools steps revealing her dripping, exquisite, naked body. She trotted over to the red-tiled corner she had indicated; her white skin glistening on her ass cheeks and calves as she moved. There was a rushing air sound and within minutes Elanna stepped out of the corner with flowing dried hair and not a drop of water on her perfect form.

Sierra sighed, and then tried to move quickly with hands covering what she could from the bath to the drying station. She had scooped up her flimsy scraps of fabric "clothes," but even held in front of her, they provided scant protection. The drying was miraculous, a few puffs of warm air and Sierra felt completely warm and dry.

"Ah, two little clean slaves," a new male voice commented. Sierra saw an Ingentian man leaning against the doorway between the bath house and the bedchamber. In his hand he held a smooth wand of some sort of plastic or synthetic. He wore a stiff, gray uniform and though similarly muscular, he was a little less tall and stockier than the black robed man. His jaw was broader and his hair had a warmer, blond cast to it, but he retained the pointed ears and had similar emotionless gray eyes. Sierra observed fleetingly that all of these pale aliens seemed to exude the same cold, exotic beauty.

Sierra froze clutching her scant garments in front of her, but Elanna smoothly walked over to the man and in one fluid motion knelt naked before him, her back straight, her eyes downcast, graceful hands resting on her thighs. The man patted Elanna's head.

The man raised his eyes to Sierra expectantly and pointed to another spot on the floor in front of him. "Come slave," he said. When Sierra didn't move, but instead stood fast and knit her brows in a scowl, the man quirked an eyebrow, "Come slave and kneel . . . last chance."

Sierra knew she should pick her battles and learn as much as she could to find a way to escape in one piece, but it was one thing to comply with things you wanted to do anyway like eat and bathe, it was another thing entirely to kneel on command from some stranger.

The man's expression was unruffled as he strode towards Sierra. Sierra backed away until the cold tile met her shoulders.

"Stop," Sierra said holding out her hands. "I am not a slave. My name is Sierra. This is not right."

The man's tight lips quirked up on one side, but he continued to advance. When he was standing directly in front of her, she glared up at the imposing, masculine figure.

"I know you are new, little slave. That is why they sent me. You will learn the proper behavior for a slave to a house such as ours. You will learn quickly or you will learn painfully. Though you have little power here, that choice is yours."

~

Though Jarok slept well, it wasn't long after he awoke that he found himself pacing back and forth while running a hand through his hair in frustration. He could not get the human girl or her predicament out of his head. Just hours before he had been wrapped in the bliss of a fantastic blow job +Shevu! Those Shivean girls knew how to suck cock+ and yet his stupid brain would not free itself entirely of worrying about the pretty human in the Ingentian's clutches.

"Fuck me," he muttered and plunked himself down in front of the data comm. "Find, Lord V Ingentian bastard" he growled to the computer. The computer responded calmly, "does query mean 'Lord V. Titus Arcanos Veer, Protectorate of Ingentos sector, Agent of the Aphelion Order . . .' "yes, yes, fine" Jarok interrupted irritated. "Accessing" chirped the computer.

"Lord V. On route to Versipedes Conference in Janos sector nine, Belta Vekhian. Estimated arrival 22 hours, 11 minutes, 23 seconds" the computer reported.

Jarok pulled in a long breath and blew it out. He wasn't sure what his exact plan was or what in Shevu's dark, icey hell he was thinking, but he did know he was going to Janos sector to find her. The rest he would just have to figure out on the way.

~

Elanna heard the human slave cry out, but her serene face never faltered or looked towards the scuffle. It was difficult not to smile. She had to give V credit. Elanna's new playmate was indeed appealing—long, shiny, light brown hair like Ingentian sugar syrup, dark gray-green eyes that shifted like the lunar seas, golden soft skin and mouth-watering curves.

Elanna was aware out of the corner of her eye that Istak was dragging the new slave by the hair while the little slave's legs scuffed the tile floor. The sweet thing was giving a valiant effort, but Elanna knew from experience that Istak's strength was like stone wall.

"Come Elanna," Istak grunted while gripping the struggling little human, "I would have you observe."

Istak drug the human kicking and screaming back into the bedroom before unceremoniously throwing the girl over his lap as he sat on a low, plush bench. He began to stroke her pert ass soothingly. The human bucked at his touch and tried to squirm off him, but he held her down easily. Elanna had risen and stood demurely looking through pale, long lashes just inside the bedroom entrance from the bath house.

Istak ran the tip of his pain wand along the new slave's spine and the girl screamed. Elanna knew what it felt like -- an excruciating, sharp, electric, shock-burn beneath the skin that throbbed even after the wand had passed. It was always exciting to watch it used on someone else. The new girl was trying to hold back sobs. Elanna wasn't too impressed by this, however, she mused, the human was apparently completely new to the idea of being a slave and so perhaps some of her over-reaction was due to shock.

As the pretty human's shuddering subsided, Istak ran his hands along the human female's body caressing her thighs and ass once again. Elanna saw lust in the normally stoic trainer's face. He looked up and he and Elanna locked eyes. Elanna cocked her head and raised an eyebrow of warning. Istak sighed and nodded returning to the task at hand.

"Human slave, I am going to strike you ten times. You are going to count each strike and thank me for teaching you. You may not know it now, but learning compliance from me is in your best interest. If you refuse to count or thank me, that strike will not count towards the ten."

Elanna watched with anticipation as Istak raised his cupped palm above the honey-skinned slave. "SMACK!" the masculine hand came down hard in a blur making the adorable ass cheek jiggle and blush. The human squeaked then wailed, "Ouch! Stop it! Stop this!" Unbeknownst to the spanking victim, Istak shook his head and smiled above her.

"Tsk, tsk," he clucked he tongue, "ten more strikes to go, I guess." The human girl struggled trying to free herself and only exceeded in wiggling her plump ass and grinding against Istak. Elanna could see Istak stifle a groan. No doubt he was beginning to sprout an erection, Elanna thought. The human was just too delectable. Even in the bath, the human smelled of spiced sex and arousal. Elanna felt her own breathing get a little heavy and husky as she watched.

"SMACK!" the trainer's hand came down on the opposing ass cheek. The little slave beneath him shuddered and after sniffling, croaked out, "One."

"One and?" Istak prompted.

Elanna could hear tears in the new slave's voice as it whimpered, "One. Thank you."

~

"Good girl," the man's voice praised above her. Sierra's face was hot with humiliation. She could feel the man's erection poking into her abdomen as she draped across him. Worse, with every hard, stinging slap she felt herself growing wet and aroused as the man alternatively fondled and cooed praises between strokes. What the hell was wrong with her? She was being beaten for crying out loud. It was all too much. She shook softly as she clenched her legs together and stifled a moaned.

"Five. Thank you" she gasped.

"SLAP!" OUCH! Sierra winced. "Six. Thank you," she groaned. Her ass burned. The hot slaps were layering over each other now increasing the intensity of each new strike. I hate this. I hate this. I will get through this, she told herself silently.

"SMACK!" EIEEEE! That was closer to her pussy than her ass cheek! She thought furiously. She puffed out her cheeks trying to breathe and then thankfully at the last minute remembered, "Eight! Thank you."

The man's sensuous touches now trailed down the crack between her plump ass cheeks making Sierra seethe with fury. She tried squeezing her thighs together to both deny him further access and to keep moisture from leaking out of her aroused, swollen slit.

"SMACK!" Gah! She shuddered, wetness continuing to pool between her legs. "No, no, no" Sierra thought to herself. She heard the man taking in ragged breaths but whether they originated in arousal or exertion she couldn't say. Sierra half sobbed-half coughed, "nine. Thank you."

Sierra felt the man shift in his seat beneath her and then he trailed fingers of both his hands to either side of her ass and gently pulled apart her ass cheeks. Sierra heard his intake of breath as he gazed at her tight, puckered little asshole.

"That will be quite enough Corporal," Lord V's imperious voice cut in. The hands on Sierra's bottom stiffened and then slid up to rest on her lower back.

"My Lord Protectorate," the other Ingentian man replied clearing his throat. "Your new slave was learning some manners. She does not respond to commands yet, but I feel our first session has helped to impress upon her . . ." Istak's voice dropped off seeing the cool expression on Lord V's face.

"Your session does seem to have left an impression" Lord V intoned dryly.

Sierra wasn't sure whether it was safe to feel relieved that her spanking seemed to be coming to an end, but she couldn't help but feel a bit smug as the man beneath her deflated.

Her victory was short lived, however, as Lord V stated mildly, "That will be enough, Istak, I will take it from here." Though even-toned, there was no mistaking the command in the taller man's voice. 'Out of the frying pan into the fire,' Sierra wearily thought to herself.

~

Normally, Lord V enjoyed watching Istak work, but as the monitor in his office blipped on during his late afternoon recess, something seemed 'off.' There was tension in the way Elanna was standing while watching the human girl disciplined. And, though there was nothing unusual or alarming about Istak administering shocks and spankings, the trainer seemed . . . what? Something wasn't right. With terse commands he cancelled his remaining appointments over the comm.

When Lord V stepped with his customary stealth into the bedroom to observe firsthand, he saw the heat in Elanna's eyes as she watched his new little slave receive her punishment. He smiled and logged this for future consideration. Elanna was always quick, and it didn't take long for her to notice Lord V's presence. They shared a glance, and with the slightest tilt of his head, he dismissed her. Elanna bowed silently and smoothly exited the room without disturbing Istak's instruction of the new slave.

Meanwhile, the trainer was practically drooling over the human's ass. Lord V had never seen Istak break form from the appropriately dispassionate character of slave trainer. This would not do.

The Corporal would be dealt with further, but after Istak had extricated himself, the human slave was left lying on her side on the rich carpet. She braced herself with her arms trying to avoid putting any weight on her undoubtedly sore bottom. She was adorably flushed faced and rosy-assed. It did seem some of the fight had left her.

Lord V walked over to the little slave and peered down at the top her head. He took the charged-down pain wand and used the tip of it to tilt up her chin. Though the wand was off, as the slave recognized the device the trainer had used on her, her eyes grew wide staring down her nose at the thing.

"Eyes on me, slave," Lord V commanded softly. He was pleased to see that her eyes snapped up to his with only one micro-glance down at the device before coming back up to meet his eyes. The slave's lips trembled.

"What are we going to do with you little slut?" he chided lightly. "You seem to be having a disastrous effect on all of your babysitters." Lord V's face took on a seemingly inquisitive, benign and patient expression. The girl knit her brows, but did not break eye contact.

"Permission to speak, master," the girl croaked. Surely, Istak had not had time to teach the girl this proper form, Lord V thought, the little scamp must be improvising.

Lord V stood passive-faced looking into the green, pleading depths of the human's eyes. "Permission granted, just this once," Lord V assented in a condescending tone.

"Sir, I will do anything you want, if I can just get a few answers. I just. I just want a little information as to my situation and future," the girl pleaded earnestly.

"Ah," Lord V smiled down benevolently then responded evenly, "First, little slave, it is always 'Master,' not 'Sir.' Second, you are in no position to bargain as you will do whatever I want. There are a million ways to ensure your compliance, and I am happy to guide you through any that apply."

The girl's face paled.

"However, I see no reason to deny your request today, but first, let's make ourselves a bit more comfortable." In truth, Lord V was confident he would learn much more about his new possession from what she asked him, than she would learn from his careful answers.

Lord V twitched the wand away from the girl's chin and took a few steps pointing the wand towards the bed. "Come slave," he commanded. The girl hesitated before starting to shift her position. Lord V was lightening fast. He seemed to appear instantly bent down in front of the girl as he slapped her face hard in reprimand, then hissed in a taunting tone, "not fast enough."

The slave reached her hand up to cover her throbbing cheek and Lord V took this opportunity to grab the slave's arm and hoist her up, forcefully guiding her towards the bed, then giving her a quick swat on her sore ass as he propelled her forward. The human slave yelped and pouted, but continued padding towards the luxurious bed and turned to face Lord V, apprehension written on her face as he reached her.

~

Sierra wasn't sure what to do. Was she to sit on the bed with her throbbing ass? This alien man seemed to have a strange power over her. She caught herself obeying his soft, insistent commands before she was even aware of what she was doing. His command to 'come' had simply taken a moment to register. She was so tired and wrung out. Her eyes watered and her cheek and ass stung from his slaps, but the possibility of learning some answers had her attempting to take calming breaths as she stood next to the bed, her eyes downcast before him.

The man sighed down at her and began tracing her collarbone with one of his hands. His fingers traced over the still angry, pink bite he'd inflicted on her neck that morning. Sierra flinched.

Sierra was also feeling distinctly aware of her nakedness as she stood before him. Her flimsy pieces of fabric had been torn from her hands and cast on the bath house floor by the other man as she had fought and tried to get away.

"I notice, you've lost your pretty clothes, slave." Sierra winced. It was like he was reading her mind. "No matter, if you wish to display yourself nude to me, I've no complaints," the pale man smiled indulgently. His hand traveled over to her soft shoulder pressuring her to sit on the bed.

Sierra grimaced as her weight pressed her ass against the silky sheets, her eyes fluttered up to the pale man before looking down again. The alien above her had been coolly observing her with a pursed smile. Sierra felt the bed dip as he sat smoothly down next to her. He drew her to him so that her torso was in his lap facing away from him, one of his arms wrapped around her waist, causing her head to rest on his robed chest as she lounged on her side.

It was actually quite a comfortable, almost cuddling position, but Sierra's tense body could not relax being held by the creature who had raped her and who was capable of such casual violence. Her breathing quickened. Sierra felt the man begin to stroke her hair with his free hand.

"Well, Slave?" he prodded. "This is unusually gracious on my part. Ask your questions. I cannot say how long my indulgence will last."

Sierra took a deep breath and craned her neck up, hazarding a look up at the pale, angular, handsome face gazing down at her, "Where am I? I mean, I know I'm on your 'space ship,'" the man smiled slightly, genuinely amused. Sierra gulped and looked away. "But where in space are we? Where is Earth? Are there other humans?"

"We are traveling to the Janos sector little slave, as I have business there. Your planet of origin would be several weeks travel on a fast ship from our current course." He paused, and added in a light explanatory tone, "finding passage that direction would be expensive and highly unlikely." Sierra stiffened. The man chuckled and then the hand which had been running soothingly through her hair began to stroke down her arm and continued trailing over the curve of her hip. Sierra lay tense in his arms, his touches soliciting goosebumps in their wake.

The pale man continued both his feather-light exploration of her curves and his reply, "there are still other humans, but I think you would find that they would be unlikely to do much to help a little slave such as yourself. They are still a nasty, selfish, hypocritical race."

"Why, do you want me then?" Sierra asked sullenly. The man's fingers pressed harder into her hip.

"Careful of your tone, slave" the man responded. "I do not explain myself. You are simply mine. And, as I grow weary of our little chat, I will answer your next, unasked question and then we will be done with this game."

"You will never again be free. I may tire of your . . . charms, eventually, but your days as a free agent and your life as you knew it can never be reclaimed. Please me, and it won't all be misery. Defy me and," he paused, "I will enjoy that also, but it's difficult to say at this point whether you will or not. It makes no difference to me."

"Now, little slave," his tone became at once more severe as he straightened, lifting Sierra up and setting her back gently into a sitting position on the bed. "As your previous trainer is indisposed, it seems I will need to continue your education myself."