Chosen by the Governor (12 page)

“So wet,” he remarked. “So desirable.” The heel of his hand massaged her mound as he pushed another finger inside her.

Freya tilted her head back and stretched her arms above, hunting for something to grip.

“Yes, Freya,” Marco murmured. “Desire it. Make this your pleasure.” He nodded to Lalita, who drew two looped straps around Freya’s wrists. She didn’t tighten them, but allowed Freya to pull on them as Marco continued to excite her clitoris.

“The lubricant,” Marco ordered. While he continued to masturbate her pussy, Lalita squirted oil onto the fingers of his other hand.

The cold gel slid along the furrow between her buttocks as he sought out her puckered hole. He ringed it with the lubricant and gently probed her anus. She moaned and closed her eyes.

So close to a climax, she bit on her lower lip and stifled a cry of delight. It was in the midst of this that Marco inserted the nozzle of the tubing and pushed it deep inside her. The penetration had no negative impact on her arousal; instead, it heightened the sensation.

He thrust three fingers in her pussy and agitated it with increasing vigor. “Fill her,” he commanded.

The swelling took time to notice. She twisted her head from side to side. “I want to come,” she gasped.

“Wait,” Marco insisted. “You’ll come when you can take no more.”

He didn’t mean his frantic fingers; he meant the liquid dripping into her bottom hole. The bloating gradually became apparent and she clung onto the straps. It seemed irrelevant, the discomfort of the enema compared to the need to come.

“You’re doing so well, my sweet,” he said softly, bending over her.

She opened her eyes. The others had stood back and disappeared out of her peripheral vision. She saw only Marco as he leaned over to kiss her nipples in turn. He circled her clitoris with his thumb. “I can’t get enough of this little thing you possess. I want to control its every desire. Tell me, Freya, my little Earthling, what does it need?”

She panted as he reached below. She clenched her cheeks as hard as she could, given the angle of her legs. “Please, I want to come.”

“You can. When I think you’re thoroughly clean.”

“I am, I am, sir,” she declared.

His eyes sparkled and his lips twitched into a small grin. “I decide, don’t I?”

“Yes, sir,” she agreed swiftly.

“This is your submission to me. You will let go of everything you have burdened yourself with. Your homesickness, your sadness and despair and I will make you mine.”

Tears pricked at her eyes. He spoken of all the things she dare not think about. “Please, I beg you, let me come.”

“Very well. I’m going to count down from three and you’ll come when I’ve finished.” He eased back and shifted his fingers deeper inside her molten pussy while his thumb worked its way under the hood of her clitoris and tapped it gently.

“Three,” he whispered.

“I can’t hold it.” She lifted her hips off the recliner and pushed down onto his hand.

“Two.”

“Now, please say now.” She thrashed her head from side to side.

“One.” He stilled his hand. “Come for me.”

The orgasm ripped out from deep within her, washing away more than the enema ever could. She thought she might faint with the contractions, which squeezed his fingers, crushing them in pulsating waves. The fullness in her bottom had created an amazing effect on her orgasm. She wanted to feel it again, perhaps not in the same way, but she was damn sure he’d use her ass for his pleasure soon.

“Thank you,” she cried.

He withdrew his hand and carefully drew out the nozzle. “Now, you can get up and finish off.”

Her eyes sprang open as she spied the audience who’d watched her lose herself in the middle of an enema treatment. “Marco, I can’t… oh, please don’t…” She felt the faintness rise again, but for a different reason.

“You can have your privacy. This I understand. Humans are most particular about this, I know. Lalita, there is no need to have her observed. Ever. She will always have this privacy, understood?”

“Naturally, if that is your wish.” She snapped her fingers at the maids. “Leave.”

Freya eased herself off the seat as the door swung shut behind them. She was alone for now at least.

When she left the bathroom a little while later, feeling quite comfortable, she expected to find Marco waiting for her; instead, there was only Lalita.

“The governor, sadly, has been called away on urgent business. He requests that I show you around the Volta.” She opened a drawer. “Here are your undergarments.”

Freya crept over and peered inside. Countless panties, except most of them seemed to be no more than scraps of materials. Some had sequins sewn in, others tassels, but most were no more than thongs. Lalita picked a skimpy golden pair and held t out. “Put this on, Freya.”

She then opened the doors of the wardrobe and selected the tiniest dress Freya had ever seen. When she drew it over her head, the white satin came to just below her bottom. The sides were open from hem to armpit. Lalita selected a thin golden cord and tied it around Freya’s waist.

“There. You’re quite beautiful. For an alien,” she remarked.

The Volta was far larger than Freya anticipated. Most of the girls slept in small dormitories. Only she, as the governor’s personal jenjin, had her own rooms. There was a gymnasium, where girls ran on treadmills with only the addition of a bra to aid their comfort. They swam naked in a swimming pool, where their bronzed bodies glistening under the sunlight, which streaked in through the windows.

The other jenjins seemed curious about her arrival, they pointed and whispered amongst themselves, until Lalita glared at them and escorted Freya to quiet spot surrounded by greenery.

“This is the meditation room. You’ll spend time here every day. Mindfulness is a good for mental health. Focus on nothing but here and now, don’t worry about your future or your past.”

A few women sat cross-legged on the floor, their eyes shut and their hands resting on their knees. At least in this room, they were permitted more clothing, noted Freya.

What sounded like harp music drifted out from somewhere. Lalita opened a door and Freya gasped.

“This is the main pleasure salon,” she said softly, so not to disturb the occupants.

In one corner was a loveseat, similar to the one in her bathroom. The woman lying on it was bound in place while a man thrust repeatedly between her legs. Two other men stood waiting in the shadows for their turn.

“Three men…” Her eyes popped open.

“That is their pleasure, and hers too, I might add. She does love to be shared.” Lalita tapped Freya’s arm. “Whereas the young soldier here is being treated to the company of three jenjins. I gather he was very heroic on a recent mission and has been granted a special reward.”

The man, whose chest was covered in dark tattoos, lay sprawled on a couch while three naked jenjin bathed him with their kisses.

Freya’s face was growing hotter. Her cheeks must be flushed. She hadn’t expected to see such open displays of sex, especially the lack of humiliation at her intrusion. If they weren’t ashamed, why was she embarrassed on their behalf?

They left the room, and as they walked through the open areas, Freya felt a tingle between her thighs and the familiar dampness that came with it. Another pleasure room and this one had the trappings of kinkier things—bondage tables and other furniture. The room was unoccupied.

“This way.” Down a corridor to the back of the building, they moved away from the open areas into a dimmer places. “Here is where you will receive instruction.” She opened a door and the interior resembled a classroom with tables and chairs. Lining the walls were numerous pictures of sex positions. “You’ll be taught all of these and tested on them.”

Lalita opened a cupboard and removed a wafer-thin tablet. There were no books in the room. She held out the tablet. “These are the rules and rituals you must adopt and learn. There are two hundred and sixty specific protocols to follow. How you dress, speak, wash, and so on. You will be examined regularly, so you best pay attention to what you read.”

Freya swiped the view screen and a list of protocols flashed up—orgasm control, diet, exercise—everything was controlled. She swallowed hard. Was all this necessary? Would Marco mind if she skipped out on a few things?

“You cannot leave the Volta without permission. That is our strictest rule. No jenjin may approach a man for sex; he alone can initiate. As for yourself, you must only touch yourself when commanded by me, or the governor. I shall discuss with him how you will masturbate in his absence. You need to maintain your readiness at all times.”

Freya opened her mouth to blurt out a lewd retort, but her throbbing bottom was a reminder of what would happen if she did. She snapped her mouth shut.

“Yes?” Lalita raised her eyebrows.

“Nothing. I just wondered where I eat.” She swiped the screen and blocked out the list.

“There is a dining room near here. I’ll show you.”

The hubbub of voices raised in laughter and chatter greeted Freya. At last, some semblance of normality. Seated around the table, and dressed in reasonably decent garb, were a dozen or so jenjin tucking into wholesome-looking food. Freya sniffed. She smelt something unusual.

“Fish!” How was that possible on a desert planet?

“It’s imported from another colony,” Lalita explained. “An ocean penal colony, which floats on an artificial lagoon. They provide us with some nourishment. We have fruit too and sweets. Do Earthlings like sweet things?”

Freya smacked her lips. “Oh, yes.”

“I’ve yet to meet anyone who doesn’t.”

The last room was down a long corridor and behind a thick wall. Cast in darkness, Lalita switched on the light. Freya froze. Before her were benches of different shapes and sizes, but their purpose was obvious—spanking benches.

“Yes,” Lalita confirmed. “This is the punishment suite. Spanking is the preference.” She pointed at the wall where implement after implement hung ready for use: everything that could make an impact on a bare ass. “But that isn’t the only measure I like to use.”

She opened a cabinet and inside upon a shelf were rows of bottles. “The anus is ideal for discipline. These ointments elicit different sensations—stinging, burning, or iciness. In combination with a large butt plug, they temper any young woman’s disagreeable behavior.”

Freya’s feet had glued themselves to the floor. This was not on her acceptable list. Lalita touching her asshole, spanking her—it was never going to happen. Once Marco got back, she’d reminded him it was her choice and if necessary, she’d change her mind again. She spun on her toes, ready to march out.

Something buzzed and Lalita examined the disk on the back of her hand. “He’s on his way back. We’ll conduct the rest of the tour later. You must be in place ready for him.” She hurried past Freya, touching her arm. “Come. Don’t fret about this room. Pleasure awaits you. Think upon that.”

Freya followed the swirling white dress of Lalita. Pleasure, yes. She welcomed it, but later, they would have to talk about that room.

* * *

Interruptions were a feature of Marco’s life. Sometimes they came too frequently. When he’d received the call he’d been waiting for Freya to emerge from the bathroom. Abandoning her was hard, but necessary. One of the captains had discovered a dead body out by the fields and although Marco wasn’t needed at the scene, he had to put together the investigating team and dispatch a medic to perform some rudimentary forensics. It seemed his predecessor cared little for rivalries between factions and would often leave murders unsolved. Marco thought differently and intended to bring the culprit to justice.

Once he was finished, he hailed Lalita via her comms link and informed her he was returning, and that he wanted Freya ready for him. By the time he jogged up the Volta’s steps, he’d a potent erection and strong vision of her naked body.

Lalita greeted him outside the door of his private rooms. “She’s in position. Nervous, for some reason. She’s not typical of the women we have in here, is she? She’s feisty, yet ashamed of her sexuality. Potentially challenging. You do appreciate you might have to punish her before she settles down.”

“It’s an unfortunate necessity,” he agreed. “However, not all discipline is a direct result of misbehaving. I believe it keeps the mind focused.”

Lalita smiled. “Oh, I agree, sir. You must do what you see fit to ensure our new jenjin is correctly trained.”

Marco couldn’t wait any longer; he pushed the door open and strode into the bedroom.

Freya was kneeling on the floor with her nose touching the carpet pile, her arms outstretched before her—the fingers appropriately interlaced—and her bottom raised. To complete the position of surrender, she’d parted her legs and exposed her shaved folds. It probably had taken some encouragement from Lalita to have Freya assume the formal pose. He completed the protocol by circling her three times.

He paused to stand behind her and enjoy the sight of her pussy and ass on display. Her legs were wobbling as he contemplated her. She might appear to be reticent, but her swollen sex with its apparent wetness revealed the extent of her arousal. He slipped out of his jacket and tossed it to one side. He was about to plunge into her, when he decided on a different course of action.

“You will undress me,” he commanded.

“I will undress you, sir,” she intoned from beneath him. She’d been told the other important protocol, to repeat his commands.

She slid backwards and rocked onto her heels, then rose to her feet. Turning, she kept her eyes lowered. Marco was impressed; she learned fast. She undid the fastenings of his shirt before freeing his cock from his pants. As she peeled back the lapels of his shirt, she uncovered the ink marking his chest and gasped. The black swirls of characters were boldly arranged in a pattern. She traced her finger along the outline, mouthing a word. “Marco.”

He smiled. “Yes. My name.”

With her help, he slipped out of the sleeves and turned to show her his back. From his broad shoulders down had been decorated with ink.