Alana's Arousing Adventures

Chapter Four

Dismissed abruptly from my mistress' presence with instructions to report to Callis, I dressed in my thin and skimpy slave outfit then wandered through the large house, admiring the pictures that hung on the stuccoed walls but also wondering about the gaps in their serried ranks. I could see where other portraits had hung as the plaster was slightly discoloured. Had Breanna been forced to sell some of her family pictures? If so, how could she afford to buy me for such an exorbitant sum of money? Or had she wanted me so desperately that she had been prepared to give up some of her other worldly possessions?

"You are meant to be seeing Callis!" snapped a thin Class Three Sentient as I rounded a corner and came upon her suddenly, nearly making her drop the tray she was carrying.

"I don't know where he is," I stammered out, feeling nervous even though I outranked and out-valued the other girl easily. She would have cost just a few hundred credits and would now spend most of her time in the house labouring away while I... I stopped feeling so smug. What was my future? To lie on my back for men to use? To lick Breanna's pussy every day until she came? I blushed at the thought then forced myself to ask politely where I could find Callis.

"End of this corridor. Last room on the right," the woman stated coldly before she edged past me and continued on her way.

Nervously, I walked along the tiled floor, admiring the mosaic pattern. I hesitated outside his door, plucking up the courage to knock as I feared what awaited me. Callis was Breanna's servant but a highly placed one, perhaps more of an adviser, and he clearly had a lot of power in the household. It would not be a wise move to annoy or defy him and, as he was a Class Six, he outranked me anyway. I tapped on the wooden door and waited, entering when his voice boomed out from within.

"Breanna told me to come and see you," I mumbled as I walked towards the desk he sat behind.

"That's Mistress Breanna to you, girl," he stated coldly, dark brown eyes staring at me thoughtfully. "I suggest that you remember your position in this household and address her properly or she will have you punished despite your beauty and expensive price!"

"Yes, okay," I hissed back, feeling my face flush with anger at being spoken to so scathingly.

"That really isn't good enough, Alana. Your attitude needs improving rapidly or the mistress will be selling you on to Senator Troy and cutting her losses! Now bend over and grip your ankles tightly, Sentient Class Five Alana!"

I had no choice. His words of command compelled me to obey him instantly and so I bent over and held onto my thin ankles, blood flowing into my face swiftly through both the position I was in and the embarrassment as he got up out of his chair and came and stood right behind me. I knew that he could probably see almost everything through the thin covering of my gown as my buttocks pushed against the material, stretching it slightly. His hands rested on my shivering bottom cheeks and stroked them lightly then drew up the hem of my garment and folded it over my back, allowing it to drape down and shade my scarlet face.

"Such pale skin, Alana, but not for long as I am now going to spank you for your poor attitude. I suggest that you learn from this and sharpen your ideas up in future as next time I will use something much harder and more painful than my hand!"

I could not stop my body shaking as I waited for him to begin. Every thought in my head screamed at me to run away but I was bound by his command to grip my ankles and so there was nothing that I could do as his powerful hands roamed across my bare flesh, prodding and poking the skin then smoothing over the soft surface for a few seconds before he started to spank me. I gritted my teeth as the sudden pain shot into my senses. I had never been spanked before and I was surprised at the intensity of the stinging sensation. It was all I could do to stop myself squealing as his hard palm whipped back and forth across my cheeks swiftly and a sudden infusion of heat spread up through my body and into my mind. Tears filled my eyes; some through the pain but most through the sheer embarrassment of being bent over and exposed for a man to use as he wished. I tried to ignore the thoughts flickering through my mind about what he would do afterwards but images of his thick cock sliding into my virgin pussy loomed large and I shivered despite the intense heat that his hand was creating in my arse cheeks.

As he continued to warm up my bare bottom cheeks, the vibrations travelled down and seemed to centre in my pussy, exciting me strangely. I could feel the tiny bud between my folds start to pulse into life and my insides moistened, dribbling little trails of slippery juice out onto the pinkness of my labia. My slight hisses and squeaks turned to softer moans but then I squealed in outrage as his hand slipped between my thighs and cupped my pussy lips for a few moments before he resumed spanking me.

"Damp already, Alana? That promises a lot of amusement for Mistress Breanna when she begins to play with you!"

"Don't touch me!" I spat out vituperatively but Callis just laughed before he added, "That little outburst will earn you an extra couple of minutes spanking, Alana. Breanna has placed me in charge of your training until she wants you so anything I do has her approval."

Anything had a worrying ring to it and I bit back another retort, trying to keep my mouth shut so that I would not get myself in any deeper trouble. Instead I concentrated on trying to ride out the sweet stinging of the pain that suffused my senses, surfing along the crest of each smack then groaning out in agony and desire as the sensation ebbed for a moment before the next spank struck my smooth skin. Desire? Yes, I had to admit it to myself though it made me groan in frustration to do so. Deep down, my mind and body desired the sweet, sharp sting and the heat that followed along with the excitement of the vibrations seething through my flesh. The pain and the fear heightened every sense and I could not prevent my pussy betraying my arousal as more and more slippery love essence seeped out and stained the pinkness.

Callis' large hand slipped between my thighs again and cupped my wetness and I groaned in embarrassment and desire, unable to prevent myself moving back against his palm as his other hand continued to spank me hard and fast. I was ashamed of myself for being so aroused and yet there was nothing I could do seemingly to prevent it. I could sense him smiling as his hand teased and tantalised my soft folds and I felt the pure joy of an orgasm rising through my veins, bubbling just under the surface of my skin and I started to pant out my desire. I forced my quim back, pressing it harder against his calloused hand but then he snatched it away and chuckled scathingly, informing me that he would decide when or if I received any pleasure.

"Perhaps if you perform your next task well enough then I might allow you to come, girl," he sneered as he stopped spanking my burning bottom cheeks then ordered me to kneel down in front of him.

I faced him trembling from head to toe with fear as well as desire. My clit ached abominably, yearning for the relief of an orgasm while my arse cheeks felt as if they had been scorched by standing far too close to a fire. He chuckled at my tear-stained visage, easing his thumbs down my cheeks to wipe away the crystal spheres that betrayed my pain before he smoothed my auburn curls back behind my ears almost gently.

"Time for this mouth to understand what exactly it was put on this planet for, girl. And that's not for answering back and being disrespectful to your betters...which would be all of us Class Sixes as well as full humans. You're a high level sentient now and that's what you are going to stay thanks to that little chip in your brain so get used to it! Now be silent unless I tell you to speak!"

I thought I had got used to being a sentient. After four years of being treated as a servant in the training home I had been placed in after my father's death and my surgery yet somehow, despite the almost constant mental abuse from the staff, who were mainly sentients themselves, I had kept a spark of defiance deep down. Unable to resist their orders, I had always managed to carry them out as desultorily and ineptly as possible, knowing that I was a high level sentient and too valuable for them to punish in any permanent way. Others had disappeared abruptly, explained as failures by the staff and I often wondered if they had been terminated. Put down like dogs due to their lives being deemed worthless by the powers that be.

His hands stripping off his clothes made my eyes widen and I nervously licked my lips, fear cascading through me as my mind screamed at me to run. His words of command held me in thrall though and there was nothing that I could do as he revealed his monstrous cock to my awed and horrified gaze. The knob was swollen and bulged like an enormous plum while the shaft stretched nearly the length of my forearm. My body shook with terror as the glistening head jutted out further and teased my cheek with its velvety smoothness.

"Now those pretty red lips and that long pink tongue are going to be trained to give pleasure to a man. It's a shame that you have not already been trained but I suppose that the home you were in did not know what your future was going to be...or if you had one at all as the daughter of a traitor."

I wanted to defend my father but I had been commanded to stay silent and I could not break that order despite the burning desire to do so. Anger flared within me and I dropped my eyes, unwilling to let him see how much his words upset me. That knowledge would give him even more power over me. I had to set my face like flint and ignore all such references to my father.

"The man was a fool...a brave one but still a fool to think that he could take on that snake Troy and come out on top. Now, Alana, open those pretty lips and let me experience how an ex-senator's daughter's hot and wet mouth feels around my cock!"

I could not deny him his desire and so I parted my lips, tears veiling my dark green eyes as his prick bobbed ever closer, teasing me as it slithered over my wet cheeks. I could smell the raw and arousing maleness of his body and then I tasted his hard flesh as it slipped into me, stretching my mouth wider and wider and filling it up completely. I tried not to panic as the massive tip of his prick pressed against the opening to my throat, breathing in through my nostrils and inhaling his strong masculine scent. He held my hair tightly in one hand to prevent me inching away then pushed deeper and I gagged around his knob as it pressed into my throat. Choking and spluttering for a few seconds around his cock before he withdrew it from my mouth totally and looked down at me scathingly.

"You're going to have to do a lot better than that, girl, if you want to keep your high status sentient grade. You may be pretty but any of the household servants could do a better job on my cock than that. Get working that tongue around the head and make me excited, Alana, or I'll be using something on your backside that will be a lot more painful than my hand!"

Trying to stop coughing, I flicked my tongue out and ran it round the velvety-smooth glans, surprised at the texture and the slight saltiness too. I licked away daintily like a cat with cream, teasing the end and watching it pulse gently with life until he told me to take him back in my mouth. I parted my lips reluctantly, fearing the massive member sliding back down my throat and choking me again but this time he let me suck on the end and take it at my own pace as he stood there impassively. Only his cock reacted to my blandishments, jerking occasionally as my tongue found a particularly sensitive spot. The rest of him stayed still as I worked my tongue and lips around his hard flesh for what seemed like an eternity until he gave me more instructions.

My face flamed with embarrassment as I licked further down his shaft then onto the dangling sac beneath. I could feel his balls react to the tip of my tongue and then I was sucking them in, one by one, tears leaking from my eyes as dribbles of arousal bubbled out of his slit. It was so shaming to perform such an act and yet my clit throbbed with passion as I sucked on his shaven scrotal sac until I was ordered to kneel up once more and stick my tongue out as far as I could.

"Do not move your tongue until I tell you, girl, or I will give you a dozen strokes of the cane!" Callis announced, cupping my chin in one powerful hand and forcing me to look up at him.

I felt ridiculous kneeling there with my pink tongue stuck out in front of me. I could see the tip hovering just under my nose and then his giant knob rested on my pink wetness and his fingers started to rub his long shaft gently. He folded his hand round his length and my tongue together, encompassing both in his palm as he began to rub harder and faster. I gurgled unintelligibly as pain shot through my tongue as it felt like it was being torn out of my mouth. He ignored my mumblings and I felt the head of his cock jerk and throb suddenly and then a steady stream of sperm shot out over my tongue and into my mouth. His strong hand wrapped in my red curls prevented me moving away despite my innate revulsion. Spunk jetted into my mouth, splashed over my lips and then settled on my tongue as he released it from his grasp. Somehow I obeyed his command to keep my tongue stuck out as more and more sticky semen slithered down onto it, creating a milky lake on the pink surface. I was amazed at the amount that poured out of his cock and horrified too as it pooled on my tongue then dribbled down over the edge.

Callis squeezed out the final few drops then released my hair from his grasp and stood back a couple of paces, brown eyes amused at the sight of me. Reaching out slowly, he dipped his finger in the sticky mess then scooped up some on the tip and painted a trail up my cheek. He did the same to the other side then dabbed a spot of spunk on my nose then more on my forehead. Was he marking me as his? I shivered and shook as his hands strayed down and slipped my gown off my shoulders, baring my breasts to his gaze. White softness tipped with raspberry bud nipples that were already swollen with need and want. They reacted as he spread more of his essence over them, hardening into painful peaks that sent pangs of passion shooting down into my groin as his fingers caressed them. I could feel the excitement build again in my clitoris as each touch teased me closer to pleasure until I groaned in sudden agony as he started to whip his hand back and forth across the sensitive softness. A dozen or so slaps and then he added more sticky spunk before he began to smack my aching breasts again. The pool of sperm on my tongue diminished gradually as he kept on stopping and rubbing in his cream to my steadily-reddening flesh before he spanked it once more. Heat suffused my smooth white breasts and my nipples ached with pain and desire until I felt as if they were going to burst along with the dam that held my orgasm back.

Callis stopped just as I thought that I was going to achieve nirvana and come. He chuckled evilly as his hands moved away and then I was swallowing down what remained of his sperm, trying hard not to show my distaste as he stood and stared down at me callously.

"Another order for you, Sentient Class Five...you are not allowed to play with yourself and come. Do you understand?"

"Yes," I mumbled through the sticky substance that still coated the back of my throat. My heart sank and I nearly let out a sob of dismay as I was dismissed with that stricture emblazoned in my mind and I knew that it was going to be a long and sleepless night for me without any chance of obtaining release from the aching want and need in my clit.