This ongoing sci-fi series will contain non-consensual elements.
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I woke with a start, and it took me a few moments to get my bearings. Thankfully, I was in my room, but I couldn't remember getting here. My limbs still ached, and I felt very drowsy.
I lay there for a while thinking about all that had happened. It was a lot to process.
My night with Orton was a far better memory than my experience with the worms.
Was this going to be my life now. Performing like a puppet in mock battles. It wasn't a relishing thought.
I had been very lucky not to have suffered a serious injury.
The party beforehand, seemed like a distant memory. All those guests had been watching me. I'm sure most of them enjoyed the entertainment.
My mind wandered back further, and I thought about Talia, and Dex. How were they coping. Worse, better? Perhaps they had gotten lucky and escaped.
As the door to my room opened, thoughts of failure vanished. It was Lilly.
She had a look of concern on her face.
"How are you feeling?" she asked, sitting next to me on the bed.
"Very drowsy," I said.
She gave me a big hug, and told me that I had been asleep for almost two days. That was a bit of a shock, but the way my arms and legs ached, I didn't doubt her.
"The doctor says, you are okay though."
She went to fetch me some water and fruit. As I ate, we chatted.
The first thing she told me about was the party, and about how much a success it had been. All the guests thoroughly enjoyed it, it appeared.
She told me that I did very well, and Orton was very proud of me.
"He's really taken a shine to you," she said. "It's all he had been able to talk about."
Lilly was sweet, and I knew that was supposed to cheer me up, but it didn't. I feigned happiness.
I asked her more about my time in the arena.
She said at first she was worried, but that I was very brave, and fought well.
"I should never have doubted you," she said.
She went on to tell me what happened after I passed out.
"There was a bit of a panic."
Apparently the servants had a hard time subduing the worms. One of them was hit in the face hard, and got badly injured. I had no sympathy.
"Were they destroyed?" I asked.
"No, Orton has put them aboard his yacht to keep them secure."
She assured me that we wouldn't see them again. He had been a little shocked at their voracity too.
I asked her about my encounter with Orton in the bathroom. She told me that it wasn't set-up.
"He was going to tell you to get ready for your 'mission.' I was worried that you would need your energy for later."
I thanked her for her quick thinking.
We chatted a bit more, and she told me a few funny stories from the party.
"You need your rest," she said, and kissed me on the forehead.
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It was a few days before I was back to my old self. Lilly and I got back into our old routine. Laying by the pool during the day, and sharing a bed in the evening. I was getting too comfortable living a luxurious lifestyle.
There was a slight change, though. Orton was summoning me, mostly in the early evenings.
It was something I was getting used to, and even finding the odd pleasurable moment for myself.
My collar would beep, usually at the same time. It gave me enough chance to change into my uniform.
I never saw the inside of his bedroom again. Our encounters always took place inside of his office.
We would have a little roleplay. Always with him in his Admiral's uniform. There would be an excuse, like a report needed my signature or something equally mundane.
After a bit of back and forth, I would usually end up on my knees sucking his cock. Sometimes I would pretend to protest, and sometimes I would be eager. He seemed to enjoy both sides to me.
There was a couple of occasions when he gave me an elaborate reason why I needed punishment. I would be bent over his desk and caned. The pain was something that I got used too. After being disciplined like that, he would always fuck me.
One time he had me over his knee and gave me a spanking. It didn't seem as fun for him though.
On the evenings he didn't call, Lilly would always go to him and spend the night.
This was the way I liked it. I didn't speak to her much about what he did, and she likewise. It was an unspoken rule we had.
I had always wondered why he had not wanted me and Lilly at the same time. I had asked her about it once, and she said, that he just wasn't into it. I guessed he had exorcised that particular fantasy long ago.
One evening there was the familiar beep from my collar. I had just finished eating and I hurried back to my room. I wasn't sure where Lilly was, as we usually ate together.
I squeezed into my uniform, it was getting ever tighter. My fitness routine was almost nonexistent these days. I tied my hair up as he liked it and put on some dark red lipstick. Then just the faintest of eye shadow, and finally a spritz of musky perfume.
As I went to his office, my high-heeled boots clicked loudly on the tiles as I walked.
Before I entered, I pulled the hem of the tiny skirt I was wearing down slightly. It always rode up when I hurried.
Orton was standing in front of his desk. He was wearing his Admiral's uniform, and he had the cane in his hand. I knew instantly what I would be doing tonight.
"You've been very naughty, Captain," he said, smugly.
I nodded, shyly. "Sorry, Admiral."
He stepped away from the desk, letting me assume my position. As I walked towards the desk, his eyes looked me up and down lustfully.
I placed both hands wide apart on the dark polished wood. My legs were equally spread apart.
"You need to be more eager in your duties, Captain," he said, as he massaged, and squeezed the muscle at the back of my thigh.
"Yes, Admiral."
His fingers pulled the hem of my skirt up. It was so tight it took a second, but my ass popped out, and he let out a satisfying sigh.
I expected the cane, but it didn't come. Instead, I felt his fingers stroking my pussy. The pressure from his touch making me squirm on the desk.
He tossed the cane down.
"Beg for it," he whispered.
His fingers increased their exploration.
"Ohh, please Admiral. I want you." I said, trying to sound convincing.
Then there was a hard slap against my rear.
"Again," he commanded.
I felt my hips rocking against his touch. My pussy was getting wet.
"Please fuck me, Sir."
There was one more slap, then he spun me around and sat me on the desk. There was a big grin on his face. I felt the cold wood on the bare skin of my ass.
"You want me to fuck you, don't you, Captain?"
I nodded eagerly.
"Then what are you waiting for," he said, as he unbuttoned my little tunic.
