Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 87050 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 435(@200wpm)___ 348(@250wpm)___ 290(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87050 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 435(@200wpm)___ 348(@250wpm)___ 290(@300wpm)
“Thank you, sir,” Mary had whispered as I gathered her into my arms. “They… they said I wouldn’t ever forget it, when they sent me to your suite. They were right.”
Mary had captivated me, to be sure. As I took my turn around the lovely plazas of Prosperia’s capital, I remembered thinking, as I had left the planet, that the woman to whom I gave my heart could well be the sort of girl who embraced life with a governor between her thighs, and the connection the ingenious technology could forge between us. The thought that the liberated Vionian concubine Alpha was escorting might join Prosperian society, and find a new life here, slowed my stride to a reflective pace as I walked back to the embassy, turning over possibilities in my mind.
Tessara
I felt my breath catch in my throat as I watched Lieutenant Mero bind Sala to the whipping block that Alpha’s command chair had become. Part of me screamed at me to look away, to run, to hide from this public display of dominance and submission. Yet I found myself drawn forward as if pulled by an invisible force.
My feet carried me to Alpha’s side before I could even process the decision to move. The heat radiating from his massive blue form seemed to envelop me, and I was acutely aware of how small and weak I felt next to him.
As I took my place, I couldn’t tear my eyes away from Sala’s lovely form. Her bottom, pale and perfect, was raised invitingly, quivering slightly with each breath she took. The curve of her spine was a work of art, and I found myself tracing it with my gaze, from the nape of her neck down to where it disappeared at the beginning of the valley between her slightly spread bottom cheeks.
To my shame and confusion, I felt a surge of arousal course through me. My cunny clenched involuntarily, a familiar warmth building deep within my core. I shifted uncomfortably, trying to ignore the slickness gathering between my thighs.
Alpha raised the naval cat, its multiple tails swaying ominously. Sala’s breath hitched audibly, her body tensing in anticipation. The entire bridge seemed to hold its breath, waiting for the first stroke to fall.
As my gaze traveled even lower, I felt my breath catch in my throat. From this angle, I could see Sala’s bare cunny peeking out from between her spread thighs. To my shock and embarrassment, I noticed how the pink, private furrow glistened visibly with need, its delicate folds flushed and swollen with arousal.
The first stroke fell with a sharp crack that seemed to echo through the bridge. Sala’s body jerked, a strangled cry escaping her lips. Five angry red lines bloomed across her pale skin, and I winced in sympathy. But as Alpha raised the whip again, I noticed something that made my eyes widen in disbelief—Sala was pushing her bottom up, as if eager for more.
Stroke after stroke landed, each one punctuated by Sala’s cries and moans. The sounds she made were unlike anything I’d heard before—not just pain, but a complex mixture of agony and ecstasy that made my head spin. Her backside began to squirm provocatively, hips rolling in a way that seemed designed to entice and arouse.
As the punishment continued, I found myself mesmerized by the dance of pain and pleasure playing out before me. Sala’s cries grew louder, more urgent, and I realized with a jolt of shock that she was nearing climax from the whipping alone.
To my horror, I felt an answering surge of arousal course through my own body. My cunny spasmed again, the familiar warmth building below my belly. I shifted uncomfortably, acutely aware of the wetness between my own thighs.
I wanted to look away, to run and hide from this public display that affected me so strongly. But I couldn’t tear my eyes from the sight of Sala’s reddened, squirming bottom and the glimpses of her needy cunny. My hands twitched at my sides, and I was struck by an almost overwhelming urge to touch myself, to seek relief from the aching need building within me.
Shame washed over me in waves as I realized how aroused I had become from watching Sala’s punishment. What was wrong with me, that I could find pleasure in such a thing? I bit my lip hard, trying to focus on the pain rather than the throbbing between my legs.
But even as I struggled with my conflicting emotions, I couldn’t deny the truth of what I witnessed. Sala clearly found intense pleasure in her punishment, and the sight of it had awakened something primal and hungry within me as well.
As Alpha continued to whip his beautiful wife, I felt the urge to touch myself growing stronger with each passing moment. My cunny ached to be filled. I squeezed my thighs together, trying to create some friction, but it only served to heighten my arousal. My nipples had hardened into tight peaks, and I longed to pinch and tease them.