Bound, Spanked and Loved: Fourteen Kinky Valentine's Day Stories (89 page)

Mercifully, the doctor moved quickly.

“Vitals are good. The human heartrates are so high, even at rest. Amazing.”

She winced as two bursts of heat bloomed at her left elbow.

“Just a blood sample now,” the doctor said. “Try to relax.”

“We took one on the transport too. Ran a screen on it and it came back clean.” Lukanos’ gaze coursed down her exposed body. “Do you think she needs another?”

“The transport med kits are basic, but they’re usually enough. Mainly, I want to be sure she hasn’t come down with something since you brought her home. Best to be careful.”

The doctor opened a cabinet, then returned to her side, gazing down at her, stroking his chin. “Where would you like it?”

“Somewhere unobtrusive is fine.” Lukanos flashed her a quick smile.

“How about under the breast? Hers are plenty large enough. Shouldn’t be visible unless you lift it up.”

“Perfect.”

Alisse squirmed against the straps, getting absolutely nowhere. “Wait! What—?”

“It’s an ID marker,” Lukanos sat on a stool next to the table and took her hand, giving it a squeeze. “It doesn’t hurt that much. It’s for your safety and my peace of mind. You can be found anywhere on the planet—and likely even out to low orbit, once you have this marker. It’s not bad, just a little sting then it’s over with.” He nodded at the doctor.

She looked away as the doctor grasped her breast, easing it up until the skin in the crease below was taut. Her cheeks flamed as he handled her, murmuring something unintelligible. Then a rising burning sensation erupted across her skin, and she yelped.

“It’s okay, girl,” Lukanos said softly. “Almost done.”

“That should do it. I’ll have my assistant transmit the ID activation over to the Registrar for you. Then we’ll run a diagnostic once you get her home. Make sure its signal return is accurate.”

The doctor returned the marker gun to the cabinet, then pulled on a pair of thin mauve hued gloves. “I assume you’ve been using her?”

Her blush flared anew, and she closed her eyes.

“Yes—just once, so far.”

“Smart. Best not to rush it. It’s a tight fit in the best case. Ease her into it at first, and her body will adjust. Mind if I check her though?”

“Please do.”

Oh God!

The release of straps across her spread legs surprised her, and instinctively she brought her legs up, her heels digging into the padding to try to push against her bindings.

“Enough,” Lukanos barked, smacking her thigh sharply, searing heat sinking into her flesh from the slap.

“That’s okay, it’s normal,” the doctor said, wrapping an arm around both of her flailing legs. “Just relax, now. Only want to have a look at you. Not going to hurt.”

Still, though she knew it was stupid, she resisted. It wasn’t that she thought she could actually stop them, it was that she wanted them—and Lukanos especially—to know that she wasn’t some beaten dog. She wasn’t going to just let herself be handled like...

A toy? That’s what you are.

“I warned you,” Lukanos growled, taking hold of her face, his strong fingers squeezing her cheeks until her jaw was forced open. A thick bit smelling strongly of leather was pressed between her teeth, and she bit down on it hard. Strapped around the back of her neck, the bit pulling down tighter against her tongue, reducing her words to mere gargles, the straps already starting to gall the corners of her mouth. “You’ll wear this until I think you’re ready to do as you’re told.”

She barked back at him, the sound a pitiful mewl that made both men chuckle.

The doctor hoisted her legs up until they were extended straight overhead, a strap cinched tight about her ankles, and Alisse’s cheeks burned as she realized how fully the position exposed her to their gazes.

“Nice growth of hair there, thick and healthy.” Something poked at her sex. “The labia are in good shape.” Her pussy was splayed so wide that she yelped against her gag.

“She’s...very tight,” Lukanos said. “Almost wasn’t able to penetrate her fully, but she managed it.”

The doctor probed deep into her sex, prodding her here and there, pressing against the top of her vaginal canal, making her jerk in her bonds.

“Responsive, I see.”

“Oh yes, she lubricates readily too. Even after I spanked her the first time, she was quite wet.”

“Hot blooded, human females are,” the doctor said casually, with a quick tweak of her clit, letting her know he’d noticed how prominent it was. It had long been a source of shame for her, even though Phillip had said he loved it.

“Only some minor redness in the vaginal tissues, Lieutenant. Well stretched, but no apparent tearing. She should adapt, with time, as long as you go slow with her. Once she’s accommodated, you should be able to use her without restriction—though I daresay, it’s never going to be all that easy for
her
.”

Both men chuckled again.

Something brushed against her anus, and she tightened her buttocks. The doctor’s voice was gentle. “Just a quick look now.”

Cold gel was spread upon her opening, then a finger pressed against the entrance. The pressure backed off then resumed, both men speaking to each other now in their native tongue. She tried to relax, pushing against the pressure, knowing it would be less painful if she cooperated.

Then it pushed past the sphincter, and slid in slowly. She panted against her gag, willing her bottom to loosen against the thick finger. It twirled and prodded for a moment, then it withdrew, and she blew out a relieved breath.

“You did very well, girl,” Lukanos said, stroking her burning cheek.

A hand stroked the back of one of her thighs. “She’s in good shape. If you decide to use her anus, she will definitely need trainers. Do you have any?”

“I’ve got a set I procured from Terra that should work well.”

“Good. The ones we have here are often difficult for the humans to manage, so Terran versions should work better, I think.”

Her legs were lowered then, her thighs quickly strapped down to the table once more.

The doctor’s huge hands closed around her breasts, and he manipulated them, lifting, squeezing, and kneading each one in turn far longer and more thoroughly than any breast exam she’d ever experienced. His hard fingers pinched and pulled upon her nipples until they stood up obscenely, each tweak of his merciless digits making her whine behind her gag.

“Good heavy breasts, tissues are dense and smooth. Nipples are in fine condition. Long and thick, and should accommodate rings well if you decide to pierce her.”

Lukanos grinned at her. “I’ll think about it.”

Her blood ran cold at the idea, but she knew she’d have to submit to it if her owner so chose.

You’re in so far over your fucking head here.

“If you decide to whip her breasts, stay away from the heavy implements. Light and stingy is best, though your hand will do in a pinch too, if you’re careful.”

She yelled behind her gag. They wouldn’t really do that to her, would they?

Who are you kidding? You cunt is wet just thinking about it.

Finally, it was over, the straps released and Alisse back on her feet. Clothing never felt so blissful as when her robe was restored to her. However, the gag remained in place, the corners of her lips beginning to ache.

The men did what she perceived as their version of a handshake, each holding up a hand, pressing their palms together for a moment. A slow motion high five was what immediately came to mind.

She looked up at Lukanos, trying to ask him to take off the gag, but he gave her a cool look. “Not until we address your little rebellion today. We’ll take care of that on the way home, I think.”

Chapter Seven

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S
etting his personal transport on auto pilot as soon as he lifted off from the rooftop pad of the doctor’s office, Lukanos climbed back into the rear passenger compartment, where he’d left the still gagged Alisse. She looked small, almost lost, sitting on the huge seat, her legs tightly together, her hands clenched between her thighs in an unconscious gesture of self-protection.

She knew what was coming just as much as he did.

“You know the one thing I expect of you is obedience, don’t you? Just nod, if you understand.”

Plaintive sounds came from the gagged mouth, but he merely shook his head.

“Answer the question, girl. If I have to ask it again, it’s going to make things worse.”

She nodded, her pretty face paling.

“And did you obey in the doctor’s office?”

More sounds from the gag, and he sighed, taking her face in his hand, silencing her as he stared into her eyes.

“Did you?”

She shook her head slowly, her eyes scanning his face frantically.

“No, you didn’t. So you’re going to be punished.” He sat down on the seat next to her, and turned his head toward her, patting his thigh. “I think a nice, hard spanking is appropriate.”

His cock was unfurling as he spoke, the prospect of having her sweet, round bottom exposed to his gaze once more filling him with giddy anticipation.

With one last pitiful look from her pretty, welling eyes, she turned to him, ready to lay over his thighs. He stopped her with a hand on her shoulder.

“First, I think we’re done with this.” He grasped the open neckline of the robe and tore it down, the sound of ripping fabric loud in the confines of the air transport. She yelped, her eyes going wide, her small hands wrapped around his forearm reflexively. He paused, noting the heaving of her now naked breasts, and the way the pink nipples had already stood up proudly.

Staring at her, he waited, knowing this was an important moment, a turning point of sorts, which determined whether or not she was ready to truly submit to being his. Her frantic eyes fixed upon him, her lips moving silently over the gag. Then her hands fell away, and she looked down, a furious blush flooding up her throat, staining her cheeks scarlet.

He beamed at her, the sense of victory sweet indeed. “You’re a good girl, really. Just need a reminder, I think.”

With two more breast-bouncing rips of fabric, he’d torn the tattered remnants of the gown from her body, leaving his slave girl, blessedly,
properly
, naked. She stared up at him, her breath coming fast, her eyes bright, liquid. He saw fright—and something else entirely—in their clear depths, and it filled him with a possessive, primitive lust.

With an unexpected meekness, she draped herself over him, her body trembling like the leaves of a
dinhal
tree. His cock was an aching hardness between his thighs now, and he took great pleasure in rubbing the bulge against her hip as he situated her properly for her punishment.

Later on, she’d be helping him take care of that problem too.

Her bottom was an absolute thing of beauty, and he took his time staring at it, caressing, and squeezing the heavy, broad buttocks one at a time. He spanned her waist with both hands, framing the dramatic curve of the round backside below. Her pale, clear skin, with its adorable birthmark, called to him to do his worst, to show her the consequences for disobedience. He would enjoy doing so more than he cared to admit.

He laid a big palm upon her, his hand covering more than half her bottom.

“Do you deserve to be punished for disobeying me? For resisting the doctor?”

The shake of her head made him smile, but he tried to keep his mirth from his voice.

“You agreed to obey me, did you not? When you agreed to stay?”

For a moment, she was still, then she nodded, reluctantly.

“So you do agree then that you disobeyed me? Tell the truth.”

Hiding her face against the fall of her hair, she nodded slowly.

“Good.” He rubbed slow circles over her soft, trembling buttocks. “Then I’ll ask again. Since you disobeyed me, do you deserve your spanking?”

He loved this part, making her participate in her own discipline, forcing her to admit that she’d done something wrong—and was going to accept the consequences. He’d never let her get off with just a skipping. She would know now that the pain she was about to experience was as a result of her misbehavior. Admitting it was sometimes harder than the punishment itself.

She’d be one contrite girl, before he got done with her spanking.

Finally, she nodded, and she dropped her head, as if ashamed to even be seen.

He was a very lucky man indeed.

The first blow was hard, the smack sharp and loud, the flesh immediately flushing pink. She stiffened, then relaxed once more, though she made no sound.

Landing two more hard smacks, one per cheek, she began to cry out, her skin coloring a deeper shade of pink with each blow. The fourth spank made her cry out, a leg lifting up. He slapped her thigh, gently.

“Keep your legs down, girl. Push your bottom out for me.”

His cock throbbed painfully as she obeyed, the round buttocks even more prominent now, the gap between them yawning wider, an inviting darkness within.

Then the spanking began in earnest, as he clasped her waist firmly, his cock grinding against her as he slapped those soft, vulnerable white buttocks over and over and over again. Within the first thirty smacks, she began crying out, her struggles growing more and more frantic. When the crowns of her broad bottomcheeks were a suitable shade of scarlet, he alternated targets, pulling up each cheek in turn, and whistling in spank after spank upon that soft, sensitive flesh at the crease of her buttocks. Soon, muffled shrieks accompanied each stroke, her hands wrapping frantically about his lower leg as he treated any remaining spots of alabaster flesh to a flurry of hard slaps, the deep red color now evenly distributed across her now very warm backside.

He paused then, allowing his fingers to roam between the swollen, punished buttocks, her mewling changing pitch as his fingers found the nuclear hot furnace at her core. Moisture coated her soft engorged labia, her perineum slick with it. He roamed a fingertip around the whorl of her anus, rubbing her essence into that delicate skin. Rather than clench tight though, she seemed to push back against him, inviting further exploration. He tapped the tiny opening with his fingertip, chuckling.