It took a week for Zyander to put everything together before they could leave. Porluxa was not interested in having another
prine
, and although Marcus seemed happy that Jed was going to be rescued, he didn't seem particularly interested in sharing Porluxa. Instead, Zyander got permission to add the Terran male to his personal guard; once they reached Galactica 5, they would just have to get Jed to agree. Which would be Chryssa's job. Although if he didn't agree to come, then he was an idiot, she thought to herself.
The necessary papers had to be put through, permitting Zyander another Terran within his household, the flight pattern logged, the ship refueled and loaded with food, etc. etc. Too many things that Chryssa knew were necessary and yet tried her patience.
When she got too cranky, because of her impatience, Zyander solved her sour mood by the simple expedient of distraction. One time he spanked her, another time he inserted some pulsing, throbbing toys into her pussy and ass and left them in her until she was begging him for orgasm, and another time he simply took her out to show her his world. Chryssa particularly liked the forest around his lands, as it reminded her strongly of Terra. There were friendly little furry creatures, about the size of Terran rabbits, that were curious about everything and would come to watch them walk, peeking at them from under the leaves and behind branches.
To her relief, there was definitely nothing more between Porluxa and Zyander than a kind of intimate friendship, but only intimate in that they'd had relations together and children together. They never talked about their relations - although Zyander still seemed to like seeing Porluxa touch Chryssa - but when they talked about their children, it was obvious they were fond of each other. To Chryssa's amusement, much as Zyander liked to fuck her in front of everyone, he would get incredibly territorial and possessive if she actually TALKED to any of his men - and especially if she talked to Marcus. Not that she had any real interest in Marcus, she just wanted to hear about her brother, but it seemed that Porluxa was curious how different sex was between humans as opposed to Lickens and humans.
Zyander was a lot less curious, although sometimes she caught him watching her and Marcus almost thoughtfully before he would come over and practically pee on her to stake his claim.
Well, not pee, more like cum in and on her. If she ever really wanted sex to distract her, and Zyander was teasing her by not indulging, all she had to do was talk to Marcus and BOOM... vibrating cock in one of her holes within five minutes. Guaranteed.
Porluxa and Marcus didn't have sex all over the place, but Porluxa certainly liked to watch. Sometimes she would pull on Chryssa's nipples or fondle her breasts while Zyander fucked her from behind... and something about that always made Chryssa cum harder than ever. Maybe because there was something taboo and more than a little dirty about being touched by Zyander's child-bearer while he fucked her. Maybe because she knew it turned Zyander on to see a little girl on girl action. Porluxa never seemed to expect Chryssa to reciprocate, which was fine with her... and she had never minded being the center of everyone's sexual attention.
Finally, the ship was ready, and Chryssa found that she was actually a little sad to say goodbye to Porluxa and Marcus. She'd gotten used to having them around; in fact, she realized, she actually considered Porluxa a friend. Marcus too, for all that she couldn't talk to him alone for five minutes without being pulled away for a good fucking. In some ways, she felt like she'd become closer to either of them than any of the women at House Exotica. She guessed it was kind of hard to NOT feel close to someone when they were constantly seeing you naked and fucked.
It would be about a month before she saw them again; even with the speed of space travel, it would take a while to get to Galactica 5 and back. They couldn't really get there fast enough for her, as she worried what might be happening to Jed in the meantime, but she was actually looking forward to coming back too. She wanted to show her brother around. Although, she'd need to have a little talk with Zyander about public displays of sexual gratification in front of her brother. There were some things he just did NOT need to see.
Then again, Zyander's personal guard wasn't around all the time when they were at the manor. Jed would just have to be assigned to the portion of the guard that patrolled outside of the main house.
******
She was going to kill him.
They'd arrived at Galactica 5 and Zyander had sent a message to the planet, inquiring about Jed, with the information he'd gotten from Marcus. They'd gotten confirmation that he hadn't been killed in the ring, but so far hadn't heard back about Zyander's offer to buy him. It had been driving Chryssa nuts, making her temperamental as she paced the ship, and Zyander had decided to find a better way to pass the time.
Wrists cuffed and chained to the headboard, legs spread, also cuffed, and chained spread wide apart, Chryssa was caught somewhere between extreme arousal and murdering someone. Preferably Zyander. The damned Licked had got it into his head that he wanted to tease her today. Which, normally was a lot of fun, but she'd been chained up in this position for close to an hour now, and he hadn't let her cum once. If it wasn't for the Bindu cuffs, she would have torn her wrists or ankles by now with all of her tugging.
In fact, the asshole had gagged her when he'd got tired of listening to her begging, alternating with increasingly violent threats.
"Your body is mine to enjoy and I'm going to enjoy it the way I want to," he'd said, as he'd stuffed the gag in her mouth. "So be quiet and let me enjoy myself."
Enjoying himself, as far as Chryssa could tell, meant torturing her. Granted, she was usually impatient to get to the good stuff, and she'd been able to tell that on occasion he'd wanted to take longer with the foreplay, but this was way, way too long.
He'd started by straddling her stomach and playing with her breasts. Fondling. Squeezing. Pinching and tugging her nipples, rolling the swollen buds between her fingers and making her writhe with erotic need until she thought her pussy might actually catch on fire. That glorious cock of his was rock hard, occasionally bouncing off of his stomach, and yet he made no move to put it in her. Chryssa couldn't understand why. She was dying for him to fuck her, and he knew it.
The pathetic, needy noises she was making through the gag begged him to fuck her. But, instead, when he finally moved between her legs, he was on his stomach, with his fingers spreading apart her labia as he studied her soaking wet pussy. One finger slid up the center of her wet folds and circled around her clit, making her moan and hump the air, desperate for enough stimulation to get her off.
His tongue was next, licking up and down her folds, teasing her, making her scream with need from behind the gag, but not giving her the satisfaction her body craved. Instead, he lapped at her juices, enjoying his slow feast and her increasingly desperate muffled whimpers. Chryssa hated him. She loved him. She wanted to kill him. She wanted him to fuck her. Or at least let her cum.
A chiming sound, indicating an incoming call, rang through the room and Chryssa screamed her frustration behind the gag as Zyander lifted his head from her pussy. If he stopped now...
"Call accepted." The wicked smile he gave her as he accepted the call made her pussy clench. Such an exhibitionist streak. Even worse, knowing that he was accepting a call, which could be from ANYONE, who was now going to see her naked body, chained and vulnerable, while Zyander played with her, just got her even hotter and wetter.
She turned to look at the screen across the room, curious to see who would be calling. Whoever it was would have a very good view of her body, including her swollen, needy pussy. Sitting up casually, Zyander's fingers pressed against her hole and easily slid in, making her moan and lift her hips as her eyelashes fluttered. The penetration felt phenomenal.
