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The three hours separating our meeting Vriska and Mako and the Black Talon's departure were not filled with much more than idle chatter, at least on the part of Mako and Kory. The two were quite content to give each other the details of what they had endured and how they had been saved, with my Kory being distinctly smug as she went on to describe what I had done for Vette as well. Though she at least showed the sense to keep my rescue of the Shan daughter -whose name I probably should have asked for, but alas- to herself. Sanctioned by the Inquisition or not, it was still a significant risk that there could be a dangerous misunderstanding, and somehow I doubted that the Inquisition wanted that knowledge spread around regardless.
Vriska and I, however, had chatter that was somewhat less idle than that of our companions. On the surface, of course, it was very much the same. Dicussing various events on our 'starting worlds', for an example, which is how I had found out where Kaliyo was. As it turns out, Vriska hadn't been all that willing -as the in-game Agent was required to be- to put up with someone trying to blackmail her with the threat of mission-failure and sabotage. As soon as she had been preparing to go off world, the beautiful Chiss woman had put a blaster bolt through Kaliyo's skull and left her in a ditch, considering her a liability at best and a rather more bluntly a threat to herself and the Empire's interests.
Which might end up getting her in a bit of trouble with Keeper, but I honestly rather doubted it. Not that I could assure her of that fact, as she had danced with admirable grace around the entire thing, and frankly hadn't even directly admitted to being an Agent of Intelligence yet. I mean, I knew that she was, she knew that I knew, and I knew that she knew that I knew, which was why our chatter was 'somewhat less idle'.
Not that I stood a chance in hell in out-doing a Chiss Agent in a verbal sparring match either. The Chiss did that as a matter of cultural inclination and training, and when you add in the training that an imminently-appointed Cipher would receive on top of that? Frankly, it was everything I could do to keep her from prying out all of my secrets without me even noticing it. And I was pretty sure that all of my attempted deflections were ending up answering questions that she hadn't asked aloud.
Which only made her more attractive, frankly, even if it really probably shouldn't.
Not that she wasn't already breathtaking, of course. Beautiful smooth blue skin stretched over agile, compact muscle, large and full breasts -that she'd made a point of teasingly bouncing in my direction when she caught me admiring them, my attempts at subtlety woefully insufficient to avoid her notice-, a truly spectacular ass, and long, silken strands of hair as black as my Nicky's was.
Which of course immediately had me picturing the two of them in bed together, red and blue skin contrasting, and my pants had thereafter been rather tight, almost uncomfortably so. Which she was one-hundred percent aware of and enjoying, the bloody minx. Poor Kory was going to be run ragged once we were aboard the Talon, that was now a guarantee, which she was aware of and looking forward too. Which meant her entirely unsubtle anticipation was blatantly obvious to their two companions, which only 'worsened' Vriska's behavior.
"I would be cautious with that one, blood of my blood." Kallig remarked from beside me, popping into existence to my eyes alone, as we made our way down to the appropriate airlock. He seemed more amused than anything, though I was quite sure there was a glint of primal approval and appreciation as we both watched Vriska's hips sway their way through the corridor. "Such beauty is deadly among most races, and for an Agent of Intelligence such as she? That beauty is a weapon that she know full-well how to wield to it's fullest. And you would not be the first young Sith to climb between a magnificent pair of thighs, only to die there."
"I know, grandfather. Even just from what she told me, she's a stone-cold killer when she wants to be or needs to be, and she is better trained in interrogation and word-play than I could ever dream of being without some pretty liberal use of the Force." I acknowledged, knowing that he was entirely correct. I had very little doubt that Vriska had killed many targets, or would, by sleeping with them. Extracted information much the same way too, I imagined, which was rather more arousing than the first option. Hmm, watching her sexually torture someone for interrogation sounded far more appealing than at first glance. Then I sighed, internally of course, and voiced my most honest thought. "Hell of a way to go though."
He laughed, a rolling chuckle that was as amused as it was surprised, and he bobbed his head in something very like agreement, though there was an edge of chastisement and caution to his tone as he advised me to be very careful who I brought into my bed. My concubine, he said, were loyal to me above all, but Vriska -and most people I would be meeting, now- had other masters they served first and foremost. The most important thing I had to remember, he pressed, was that people would start whoring themselves out to me now. Not for a simple purpose, as Kory had, but in an effort to control me, manipulate me, investigate me. Pretty faces -and, he added after a moment of consideration, desperate, helpless, vulnerable ones- would be put in my path for purposes that could well endanger our mutual goal of success and the revitalization of House Kallig.
"Sound advice, to be sure." I murmured back to him when he finally fell silent, though my eyes remained fixed on the sway of black-clad blue hips ahead of us. "Though I suspect you're not entirely immune to the appeal yourself, grandfather."
His answering chuckle was dry as the dust of his bones. "I may be dead, blood of my blood, but I am not blind. Nor was I a monk in life, as my wives and concubines and servants can well attest. Simply... experienced enough to know when desire might lead to a blade between the ribs."
Well, that was certainly fair enough. I forced myself to look away from Vriska's deliberately hypnotic gait and focus on the corridor ahead. The Black Talon's docking tube was visible now, and I could see uniformed crew members waiting at attention. Time to put on the mask of a proper Sith Apprentice again, delight of delights. Well, at least it was Brukkara, that was nice. She was cute and soft, she'd reminded me a bit of Kory in game. Hardly a great beauty, but she might be fun to play with.
"W-welcome aboard the Black Talon, m-my lord." she stuttered, bowing deeply as I stopped in front of her, ignoring my companions of the time being. Not knowing that Vriska was intelligence, and not wanting to risk angering a Sith regardless, she was prioritizing acknowledging me.
"Oh, I'm so very pleased to be here, Ensign…" I purred, making a point of leaning forward to inspect the nameplate on her right breast, enjoying the pulse of embarrassment and aroused confusion that pulsed through her. Both of which grew as I let me tongue caress her name. "Brukkara. Lovely, lovely. I trust you'll be my escort for the ride?"
"A-ah, uhm, if my Lord wishes me to be, of course I'm at her service. The Empire lives to serve the Sith." she eeped out, blushing rosily, and I grinned at her rakishly. Which only made things worse for the poor girl, but really, that's what she got for being so damn cute. It was too much damn fun for me to do anything else! Besides, with Malora gone, Kory had been getting the brunt of my attention. She'd probably appreciate someone to share the burden with, especially after Vriska got me all worked up.
"I'm ever so glad to hear it. I look forward to enjoying every bit of service I can demand of you." I 'assured' her, enjoying immensely the way it intensified her blush and made her chew lightly on her bottom lip, before gesturing to my mostly-amused companions. "Might I introduce your other passengers? My Companions, Kory and Yashia. Sev'risk'alaio, and her companion Mako."
She nodded to them all, murmuring a greeting, before looking back to me, eyes not quite meeting mine. In fact, they seemed to be locked somewhere on the vicinity of my chest, much to my delight. Oh, it was innocent, no doubt, born of fear-tinged respect rather than lust, but I was still going to enjoy it. "My Lord, my captain invites you all to join him for dinner tonight. It is not often that we have passengers, rather than simply cargo, and as we're a low-priority transport, our transit time to Dromuund Kaas will not be a fast one."
"Hmm? Well, that sounds appealing." I remarked, surprised. The Fleet and Dromuund Kaas were not far away from each other, but Brukkara's explanation neatly explained why there had been time for the hijacking -literally or metaphorically, depending on player choice- of the Black Talon to take place before they could arrive at the capital. Glancing at the other three women, I continued. "Kory and I will be attending, of course. What about you two?"
Vriska tilted her head slightly, those glowing red eyes narrowing in contemplation as her lips curved into a small smile, and I had to wonder what she was thinking. "I'd be delighted to join you and the captain for dinner, of course." she said smoothly, her Chiss cadence and prim accent adding a delicious, refined lilt to her words. "It's not often I get to enjoy the hospitality of an Imperial vessel."
Which sounded like bullshit to me, she was Imperial. Then again, she was an Agent, so it very well could be that she was only rarely aboard Imperial ships as opposed to tramp freighters and neutral transports. Hmm, I'd have to asked sometime in the future. Perhaps after a passionate round of fucking to loosen her tongue. That sounded pleasant.
Mako gave a grin and a thumbs up, irrepressible and pleased. "I'll definitely be there! Free food is something you never say no too, and I can guarantee it's better than anything that we ate on Hutta!"
"Excellent!" I exclaimed, turning back to Brukkara with a wide grin that made her fidget adorably. "Then we shall all be attending. What time should we make ourselves available, Ensign?"
"Four hours by the shipboard clock, my Lord." she responded promptly, her eyes wandering between my tits and my chin, and I hummed softly, nodding.
"Very well. Escort us to our rooms, then, Ensign, and we'll take things from there." I decreed, clapping my hands in satisfaction, and she bowed in obedience before turning to lead us aboard the ship. Hmm, her butt was as cute as the rest of her, and it filled out the pants of her uniform quite nicely.
"I'm never going to get tired of that, you know?" Kory whispered to me as she caught me appreciating our escort's posterior. Her voice carried that familiar mixture of amusement and arousal that I'd come to associate with her observations of my wandering eye.
"What? Appreciating the finer things that the Empire has to offer?" I replied with a smirk, keeping my voice equally low, though it was less from any sense of shame and more because I found it fun.
"Watching people squirm when they realize they're being mentally undressed by my mistress, actually." she clarified, a hint of mischief in her tone, her presence in the Force sparking with lust as much as it was humor. "Poor thing probably doesn't know whether to be terrified or flattered."
"The correct answer is both, obviously. She'll find that out soon enough" I murmured back, watching as Brukkara's shoulders tensed slightly. Her Force presence flickered with awareness. She knew we were discussing her, could probably even guessed the subject and the general gist of things, for all that she couldn't hear the exact words. That only made it more fun, of course. The delicious uncertainty, the way she kept stealing glances over her shoulder, the slight stumble in her step when she caught me looking - it was all wonderfully entertaining, even for a 'good' Sith such as I was trying to be. Besides, I could sense that she was as aroused as she was uncertain, so it certainly wasn't as if she had no interest.
Behind me, I could sense Vriska's amusement rippling through the Force, her appreciation for the game I was playing with the poor ensign adding another layer to the already complex web of attraction and manipulation spinning between us. Sith culture really did seem to attract and encourage those that enjoyed power dynamics and the sharper edges of attraction and interaction, and on both sides of the equation at that.
"Your quarters, my Lord. I'm afraid there's only the one bed, though it is of course the largest and most comfortable aboard ship outside of the Captain's cabin itself." Brukkara announced as we stopped before a particular door, bowing again as she gestured to it before glancing at Vriska and Mako. "The other passengers will be housed in the adjacent rooms, and may select whichever rooms they see fit. We're expecting no other passengers of any kind."
I nodded to Brukkara, letting my lips curl into a smile that was all predator. "Perfect, Ensign. I'm sure Kory, Yashia, and I will be quite... comfortable." The way her eyes widened slightly at the implication sent a pleasant thrill through me. "You've been most helpful. What time does your shift end?"
"Ah, uhm," she stuttered adorably, looking entirely caught off guard by the question, and the faint blush that had been staining her cheeks since the moment we met darkened. She bowed again. "I am not technically on duty at the moment, my Lord, but my orders are to return to the Captain immediately and report, before returning to escort you to dinner."
"Hmm, very well then. I look forward to our next encounter, Ensign. Carry on." I waved permissively, keying the door as she accepted the temporary dismissal for what it was and turned her attention onto Vriska and Mako. "Yashia, Kory, come."
Both follow promptly, of course, and I turned my attention to Yashia for the first time since she had managed to catch up to us on the Fleet. She'd been quite happy staying out of the limelight up until now, and I could sense her anxiety. Doubtlessly she was wondering what exactly I intended to do to her, even if she was perfectly aware that I intended to fuck her, repeatedly. I hadn't exactly been subtle about that particular element of things. Still, some reassurance would be appropriate.
"Relax, Yashia. I'm not like most other Sith, I would hope you've realized by now." I said gently, gesturing to Kory as I continued. "After what I did for Kory and for Vette, I would think I've provided enough evidence of my relatively good nature. Now, and I order that you be honest with me: do you have any objections to me taking you to bed, with Kory alongside?"
"None, My Lord. All I ask is that you treat me kindly." she responded immediately and honestly, garnering a smile from me that sent her sunburnt cheeks pinkening.
"Oh, I'll treat you very kindly, Yashia. Even when I'm making things interesting with a bit of pain, I promise you that the pleasure will be far more intense." I promised her, watching her throat bob as she swallowed, before glancing at Kory and arching an eyebrow. My pet took the silent instruction to heart immediately, stepping forward.
"C'mon, Yashia. I'll show you how Mistress likes us to do things, alright?" she said, voice a bit teasing, though the instructions that followed had a bit of seriousness to them. "First thing's first, she generally prefers for her lovers to strip themselves, or each other if there are more than one of us present, before stripping her. I'll explain why in a moment. Exceptions are rare, and she'll always make it pretty obvious when one applies."
I couldn't help but smile as Kory began her impromptu orientation for our newest bedmate. She'd grown remarkably adept at understanding my preferences, and seeing her pass that knowledge along stirred something possessive in me. And pride. A lot of pride, and honestly it was kind of adorable seeing her take…well, not take charge, but something similar enough.
"Second," Kory continued, her fingers already working at the clasps of her own clothing, tilting her head in my direction. "she likes to watch. So make it a show when you can. You and I can practice later, on the capital, while she's doing Sith stuff."
Yashia nodded, her nervousness giving way to determination as she began to unfasten her own garments. Her movements were hesitant at first, lacking Kory's practiced grace, but there was an earnestness to them that was endearing in its own way.
"The reason she likes us to undress first, besides the eye candy and building the anticipation," Kory explained, shrugging off her top to reveal the soft curves beneath, using one of my favorite phrases like it was natural. Which it was, at this point. "is because she enjoys the power imbalance. She wants us vulnerable while she remains clothed. It reinforces her place above us. As much as she might care for us, as fiercely as she would protect us, she is our Mistress. She owns us, and she likes to look at us."
I felt a warm flutter of satisfaction at how perfectly Kory understood me, at how easily she articulated the way things were, would be. The way she explained our dynamic with such casual confidence, as if it were the most natural thing in the galaxy, only reinforced just how thoroughly she'd embraced her role. And, for that matter, how happy she was there.
Yashia's eyes flicked to me as she finally wriggled free of her undersuit, revealing sun-bronzed skin and modest curves that made my mouth water slightly. The fear in her expression was fading, replaced by something that looked remarkably like anticipation.
"Very good, girls." I purred, settling back on my heels to watch as both women continued their impromptu strip show. "Though I should mention, Yashia, that while Kory is quite correct about the power dynamics, this will never be a relationship purely about dominance for its own sake. I take care of what's mine."
"She really does, Yashia." Kory agreed, stepping out of her leggings with a practiced shimmy. "She'll push your limits, put you past them and make them wider, but she'll never break you. And when she's done with you, you'll feel more cared for than you ever have in your life."
I watched with approval -and quickly growing arousal- as Kory guided Yashia through those final moments of disrobing, my newest pet's nervousness gradually giving way to something more eager. The way her skin flushed under my gaze was delightful, spreading from her cheeks down to her chest.
"Next, she likes to perform an inspection. Pretty similar to what you had in the army, probably, except, you know, sexy. And naked." Kory continued, giving Yashia an appreciative glance before taking a couple of steps to the side, keeping up a running a narration as she assumed the proper position. "Feet shoulder width apart. Back straight, head up, eyes ahead. Good, make sure to keep them open, no matter what. Arms up and spread, now, and lace your fingers together behind your head. Care to guess why she likes us to take this pose?"
Yashia's breathing quickened as she mirrored Kory's pose, her eyes darting between my companion and myself. "It... it makes us completely exposed?" she ventured, her voice barely above a whisper.
"That's part of it, yeah." Kory confirmed with an encouraging smile, looking as pleased as I felt at Yashia's quick understanding. "But there's more to it than that. Think about what this position does to your body."
I remained silent, content to let Kory continue her instruction while I drank in the sight of both women displayed before me. The pose did indeed serve multiple purposes, including but not limited to the way it thrust their breasts forward, created an elegant arch to their spines, and left them utterly vulnerable to my gaze and touch.
"It makes everything... prominent," Yashia realized, a deeper flush spreading across her skin as understanding dawned. "And we can't move to cover ourselves or pull away without breaking position. And if we try, it will be immediately obvious to her and to each other. And…and this way she can…well, you called it an inspection, so I guess this is like standing at attention?"
"Exactly right." Kory beamed at her, clearly pleased with how quickly Yashia was picking up on the intricacies, and pleased with herself for doing such a good job at instructing her. "And it shows trust too, doesn't it? We're putting ourselves completely at her mercy, showing that we believe she won't hurt us. Well, not in any way we won't enjoy."
I advanced from where I had been standing and began to circle them slowly, drinking in every detail of their positioning. Yashia's muscles trembled slightly with the effort of maintaining the pose, using them in an entirely different way than the army would have required, while Kory held hers with practiced ease.
"Beautiful, simply gorgeous. You'll be breathtaking when we take the stress Korriban put in you off." I murmured, reaching out to trail a finger along Yashia's collarbone, stroking along smooth skin. She shivered at the contact but held her position, used to that portion of things if nothing else. "You're learning quickly, sweetheart."
"Thank you, my Lord." Yashia breathed, keeping her eyes forward as instructed, though I could feel her desire to look at me directly, to search my face for expression and find comfort and confirmation there.
"I am always your Lord, but only ever call me that in public. In private, it is Mistress. In time, when we're closer, 'Ves' will be appropriate in casual moments." I corrected her gently, well aware that she had no knowledge of that previously, which had her mumbling an apoplogy. One that I waved away to continue with a purr. "Now comes my favorite part: the detailed inspection."
I stopped behind Yashia, close enough that she could feel my breath on her neck. I traced my fingers lightly down her spine, watching goosebumps rise in their wake. "Exquisite muscle tone. The military served you well in that regard. Slender, in spite of it. Good. Unnatural, prominent musculature is grotesque, not to mention it is rarely healthy."
Kory's lips curled into a knowing smile as she maintained her perfect pose. "This is when she decides what she wants to do with us, often enough." she explained to Yashia, though she didn't look at her fellow slave. "Sometimes she just wants to look. Sometimes touch. Sometimes... well, you'll see. Plus, it's something she does to give us a bit of loving. Spends a bit of time talking about all the things she likes about our bodies before she uses them."
"Exactly right, pet." I confirmed, stepping around to Yashia's front. "Beauty should be appreciated in all its forms. And you two are quite beautiful indeed."
I reached out, cupping one of Yashia's breasts in my palm, watching her breath catch as I brushed my thumb over her nipple, which pebbled from aroused to diamond-hard almost instantly as a result. "Responsive, very responsive." I noted with approval. "And these are a lovely handful. Not too large, not too small. Perfect for your frame and your athleticism."
Her eyes fluttered but remained opened and fixed ahead as she'd instructed, and I rewarded her discipline with a gentle squeeze that drew a soft gasp from her lips, enjoying the way the soft flesh shifted underneath my fingers.
"The inspection is as much for me as it is for you," I explained, ghosting my hand along her side to trace the curve of her waist. "I learn your body, discover what makes you react, what makes you tremble. What makes you gasp softly and cry out loudly." My fingers danced lower, following the line of her hip, first along the swell of one fine, fit globe of her ass, then back towards her pussy. "And it let's you learn how I touch you, as well. Besides, it teaches you patience. The ability to endure pleasure without breaking position, the capacity to hold yourself still while every nerve ending screams for movement. The hardest thing to master, outside of enjoying submission and vulnerability, but all of these things are so intertwined that mastering one leads to mastering the others."
As my fingers trailed dangerously close to Yashia's center, I paused, letting anticipation build. Her thighs trembled almost imperceptibly, her muscles clenching with the desire to shift her hips so that my touch hit where she wanted it most, but she maintained her pose and her poise perfectly. I could feel her desperate hunger pulsing through the Force, a hot, needy thing that matched my own growing arousal.
"Good girl," I murmured in genuine praise, proud and more than a little surprise. It was fairly obvious to me that she didn't have much experience, and considerably less where her own pleasure was remotely relevant. "Patience is its own reward."
My fingers finished their journey and slid between Yashia's thighs, finding her already slick with arousal. Her breath hitched audibly as I explored her folds with deliberate slowness, savoring the way her muscles tensed with the effort to maintain her position.
"Very wet," I hummed in appreciation. "Very, very wet, and you feel tight. We'll both enjoy this a lot, I can tell. I do so enjoy an honest body. Excellent."
I withdrew my hand, bringing my glistening fingers to my lips and tasting her essence with deliberate slowness, making sure both women could see. The flavor was different from Kory's—a bit earthier, with a hint of something almost spicy.
"Delicious, simply delicious." I pronounced, enjoying the way Yashia's blush deepened at the compliment. She murmured a thank you without prompting from Kory or myself, once again proving herself a natural, a diamond in the rough, and I paused before reaching down again, tugging lightly on the bush between her legs, enjoying her moaning gasp. It wasn't wild, by any means, but… "Keep this trimmed, pet. Either entirely bare, or something light and thin above your clit, like Kory does. I'm occasionally in the mood to eat a girl out, and far more often enjoy having my girls eat each other out. There is nothing sexy about getting a bit of cunt-hair in your teeth."
"Yes, Mistress, of course." Yashia breathed, her voice catching slightly as my fingers pinched the clit in question before withdrawing again. "I'll take care of it the moment you are done with me."
"Good girl. There are a few other things, but they're down to Korriban being a terrible planet for beautiful women." I stepped back to admire my handiwork and my tapestries: both women still perfectly positioned, both painfully aroused with throbbing nipples, breasts that bounced slightly in time with their heavier breathing, and slick need running down their thighs. Yashia, for my added pleasure, had a thin gleaming sheen of sweat from the effort of keeping herself motionless. "Now then, we'll delve more into this, what you can expect from a situation like this, in the future. For now, we have a bit over three hours, which is barely enough time for us to really enjoy ourselves. Standby. Yashia, watch Kory."
The two girls, one mirroring the other a heartbeat slow, brought their arms down, instead folding them behind themselves midway up there backs, keeping their breasts out-thrust but giving them something of a break.
"Good girls. Now, Prepare."
Yashia moved with Kory this time, picking up things quicker, though in fairness it probably helped that my body position shifted enough that they would have relatively access to my clothing. Both stepped forward, hands starting to work on stripping me, and Kory resumed her quiet instruction.
"Good, Yashia. Now, in the future, she might add 'Worship'. If she does, that means she wants us to strip her, but she wants us to kiss, lick, suck, or even gently bite her skin as we uncover it. The same thing applies to each other, when she has us strip one another. But never perform oral or focus on a specific spot for more than three seconds."
"It's meant to tease," Kory continued after a moment of silence, her fingers working deftly at the clasps of my robes, tongue briefly poking through her lips in concentration. "both her and us. Building anticipation without satisfaction. And it's about service. If we started performing oral unprompted, we're doing it because of our own desires, not because it's what she wants from us. And she likes it, prefers it, when we take our time. Unless she tells us to be quick or to hurry, of course."
Yashia nodded with a murmur of understanding, her movements becoming more confident as she followed Kory's example, carefully folding back the layers of my outer robes. Her touch was reverent, almost hesitant, but I could sense her growing boldness through the Force. When her fingers accidentally brushed against my skin through the gap in my clothing, she flinched backwards briefly, before steeling herself and leaning back in.
"Exactly right," I murmured, enjoying the dual attention as and the verbal byplay as they kept working. "And Yashia, don't be afraid to touch. Worship has specific rules, but that doesn't meant that you're not allowed to touch me at all the rest of the time. Use your best judgement, I'll correct you if it's required."
"Yes, Mistress." she confirmed promptly, her touch growing more confident again, more sure and more deft. Her fingers began tracing along my skin as it became more and more exposed, and I could sense how she felt a thrill of pleasure and pride every time I made a soft sound of approval at her efforts.
Then I was finally naked, standing proud in more than one way, and they were stepping back into their Prepared positions without so much as a word. This time, though, Yashia failed in only one aspect: keeping her eyes ahead, because she couldn't tear them away from my body. And it wasn't just my very large, very eager cock that was currently throbbing in her general direction, though that certainly caught her eye more than once. No, one had the majority of her attention was my scars, the faintly-glowing rifts in my skin, and I could sense her growing horror and confusion. Well, I wasn't going to let that ruin the mood.
"Yashia!" I barked, eyes narrowing as I allowed a bit of my presence to roil in her direction, a thunder cloud in the distance that even the Force-blind could easily sense, and she flinched, chin coming up and eyes locking on a point somewhere above my head.
"Forgive me, Mistress. I didn't mean to stare." she whispered, voice trembling slightly, eyes slightly damp, and despite herself they flickered back down to those engraven cruelties before moving away again.
"I understand why you did, and in the future we will discuss them. But for now, you need to be punished for your loss of control. Otherwise, we won't be able to move forward." I said, firmly but not unkindly, rather wishing I had a paddle or flogger to make use of, but the Imperial Fleet wasn't exactly big on dedicating space to fetish tools. I cast my eye on our surroundings, thinking furiously. I would have to improvise, but even then, I just didn't know what I could…
My eyes fell on the en-suite bathroom, and I grinned, sensing the spike of arousal, anticipation, and fear that was the result of the expression.
"Kory, go into the bathroom. Find the longest, largest towel that they have. I want you to soak it in water as thoroughly as you can, then wring it out before bringing it back to me. Yashia, maintain your position." I ordered, remembering all too well those bygone days of childhood with siblings or fellow campers.
Kory nodded and hurried to comply, while Yashia remained frozen in position, though I could see the questions flickering in her eyes. She had no idea what was coming, but the uncertainty was delicious. The sound of running water filled the silence as Kory worked in the bathroom.
"You're wondering what I have planned, aren't you?" I observed rhetoricaly, folding my hands behind my back and inspecting her again, this time rather less sensually and rather more militantly. "Good. Anticipation sharpens every sensation. Makes even the simplest touch feel electric. In fact…Kory, bring out another, smaller towel. Dry. Make sure it's at least two feet long, preferably relatively narrow."
I had to wonder if I would be the first one to do this, I mused to myself as Kory finally emerged, carrying the two towels apart from one another, fluid of differing types trailing behind her as she walked. I took the largest first, and addressed Yashia as I set about making a staple of my youth: a rat-tail towel-whip.
"Let me explain something to you about discipline, sexual discipline, pet." My tone was conversational as I carefully rolled the fabric in on itself. "Pain can be a teacher, a reminder, or a reward, depending entirely upon the context and the person receiving it. For you, right now, it is going to be all three."
I wrapped the thick end of the towel around my right hand, letting the length dangle like the whip it was now emulating, and drank in the way her eyes widened and her lips parted as she recognized the crude imitation for it was.
"Kory, nadu. Show her."
My tone was conversational, the word nonsense to anyone else, but Kory was well trained, and obeyed instantly. She stepped in front of Yashia, faced her, and knelt down on the floor with her knees spread wide, her ass resting on her heels, displaying her pussy. Her back was arched slightly, thrusting her breasts outward, her hands flat on her thighs with her palms facing upwards, her eyes slightly downcast. Not at the floor, directly, but most certainly not looking up either.
"Yashia, nadu."
It took a moment for the former sentry to quite manage the position, and it was painfully obvious that she would need a fair bit of practice before she would be able to do it for very long without picking up a pulled muscle or some cramps, but for the time being the discomfort would serve my purposes and improve the experience without lasting long enough to pose any risks.
"Good girls." I praised, getting a thrill of pleasure from both of them, even as Yashia's anxious anticipation spiked higher. A flick of my hand and a twitch in the Force had the second towel flying over to me, and I was quick to place it between Yashia's legs, her arousal starting to stain it almost instantly. "Kory, you will instruct."
"Yes, Mistress." my redhead acknowledged immediately, as I started to make my way around behind Yashia, twisting my whip to keep it tight. "Yashia, eyes on me."
Two pairs of eyes, each aroused and one wondering, met. I waited for a moment, letting the anticipation build…and began.
The towel cracked against Yashia's right flank, catching what of her ass cheek that could be reached in this position along with her hip and lower back, with a satisfying snap, drawing a startled yelp from her as she jolted forward, her eyes widening at the sharp sting.
"Count," Kory instructed gently, maintaining her position perfectly, eyes bright. "And thank Mistress after each one."
"One! Thank you, Mistress," Yashia gasped, her voice trembling slightly as she struggled to maintain her position.
I smiled, admiring the pink mark blooming on her skin. The wet towel made an excellent improvised implement, just like I had hoped that it would. Stinging enough to make an impression without causing any real damage. I adjusted my aim and struck again, this time catching the left side with equal force.
"Two! Thank you, Mistress," she managed, her breath coming faster now, the muscles in her thighs quivering with the effort of holding her steady, and Kory spoke again.
"Focus on me, Yashia." she said, the words verging towards command, providing the newer girl with something to stabilize herself around. "The first few always surprise you. After that, you'll start to anticipate them, which is its own kind of torture. Pleasurable torture, but it's torture all the same."
I let my makeshift whip sing through the air again, landing with a sharp snap against Yashia's upper back, drawing another gasp from her lips. She trembled again, a fresh gush of fluid leaking from between her legs, and I breathed deep the heady scent of desperate feminine arousal.
"The key is breathing, okay." Kory continued, her voice a soothing counterpoint to the rhythmic strikes I was delivering. "Exhale when the blow lands. It helps your body absorb the impact. Make yourself part of the rhythm, the flow of the punishment."
I paused for a moment, letting the silence stretch as I watched the interplay between my two pets, they way that they were building into one another, stabalizing and feeding off of one another in equal measure. Yashia's breathing was ragged but she was following Kory's guidance, and the way she was staring into my redhead's eyes with desperate gratitude was absolutely delicious. The pink welts across her skin were blooming beautifully, and the towel beneath her was growing steadily more soaked.
"Four! Thank you, Mistress." she breathed as the next strike landed across both ass cheeks, her voice gaining strength rather than losing it.
"That's it," Kory encouraged, her own arousal spiking as she watched her fellow slave's discipline, enjoying it just as much as she had enjoyed watching me do similar things with Malora. "You're doing so well. She's proud of you, I can tell. The pain is teaching you focus, isn't it?"
Another crack of the towel, this one catching the sensitive junction where thigh met ass, and Yashia's response came immediately, her voice stronger now despite the obvious strain.
"Five! Thank you, Mistress!"
I could see the transformation beginning in her, the way her body was starting to process the pain differently, converting it into something else entirely. Her pupils were dilated, her breathing deep and rhythmic, and the scent of her arousal was growing stronger with each strike. She was going to be one hell of a masochist when I finished training her. I think she was naturally more masochistc that Kory was, which was saying something, though she was still surpassed by Kela. Which wasn't a fair comparison, since Kela had been raised essentially from the cradle to be a submissive, masochistic toy for Nicky.
"Very good, girls." I murmured, letting the praise wash over both of them. "Kory, you're doing such a good job helping her, and Yashia…you're learning to embrace what your body is telling you, aren't you, pet?"
"Yes, Mistress!" Yashia gasped, her eyes never leaving Kory's face. "It... it burns, but it feels..."
"Right." Kory finished for her, understanding perfectly, smiling as if Yashia had just had a revelation. Which, given my Kory's mindset, was entirely possible. "Like something you didn't know you needed."
The sixth strike caught her across both shoulder blades, and this time her count came out stronger, more controlled, followed by a throaty moan that held more pleasure than pain.
"Better." I murmured approvingly, pausing to let my hand trail over the pink welts rising on her skin. She shivered at the gentle contact, the contrast between the sharp sting and soft caress making her whimper. "You keep getting better. Good girl, you're being a good girl for me, Yashia."
"Thank you, Mistress, thank you." she breathed, leaning into my touch despite the pain it caused, her body betraying her growing need for more. The conflict in her, between what she'd expected and thought was right, and what her body was telling her felt right, was dissolving with each strike, each gentle caress.
I moved my position slightly, letting the towel unfurl to its full length before delivering the seventh blow across the curve of her lower back. The sound it made was sharper this time, and her response was immediate.
"Seven! Thank you, Mistress!" Her voice had taken on a dreamy quality now, her eyes half-lidded as she stared at Kory. She was diving into subspace, which was a good sign, so long as she didn't go too deep. This was our first session, after all, and we were on something of a time crunch. And I'd be damned if she got in too deep to come back out before I had to leave for dinner, because I loathed the idea of leaving her like that.
"You're doing so well," I praised, trailing my fingers down her spine to the curve of her ass, dipping between those firm cheeks to brush over her tight rosebud, prodding gently and enjoying the sound she made at the feeling. "I think we'll do ten...no, eleven, in total for your first punishment. That seems like a good number, doesn't it?"
"Yes, Mistress, please let me have another." Her hips were rocking slightly despite her best efforts to maintain her position. Her control was slipping, but I found I didn't mind. She was learning, adapting, and most importantly, enjoying herself. Besides, asking for another strike was something that deserved a bit of a reward.
The next strike snaked around her to snap across her upper thighs, and her count came with a moan that was almost entirely pleasure now.
"Eight! Thank you, Mistress! Please, let me have another!"
I circled around, letting the towel drag across Yashia's sensitized skin as I moved. There it was, the magnificent haze of submission and masochism, clouding her eyes like the drug that they were, her pupils blown wide and her breathing fast and heavy. The ninth strike landed across her breasts, making them bounce as she cried out, her voice breaking with pleasure.
"Nine! Thank you, Mistress! Another, please, another!"
The desperation in her voice sent a thrill through me. She was falling into it beautifully, her mind surrendering to the sensations. I delivered the ninth blow to her left breast, matching the mark on the right, and her count came through clenched teeth, tears streaming down her face even as her thighs trembled with arousal. Pain and pleausre were all she could feel, all she could think about, right now.
"Look at how wet she is," I remarked to Kory, flicking a finger at the glistening trails on Yashia's inner thighs that had nothing to do with sweat, the cloth between her legs nearly soaked. "Some women are made for this, aren't they, pet?"
"Yes, Mistress." Kory agreed, her own arousal evident in her flushed cheeks and hardened nipples. "Just like I was. Just like she is."
"Mmh. Two more, pet, just two more and then I'll let you cum, do you understand?" I turned my attention back to the focus of our efforts, and Yashia's head bobbed spasmodically as she burbled a desperate, eager confirmation.
I raised the towel high, savoring the anticipation that crackled through the Force like electricity. The second to last blow came down across both her shoulders with a resounding crack, and Yashia's voice broke as she screamed out her count.
"Ten! Thank you, Mistress! Please, please give me the last one!"
Her entire body was trembling now, balanced on the knife's edge between pain and ecstasy. The marks across her skin formed a beautiful pattern of pink and red welts, each one a testament to her growing submission. I could feel her desperation through the Force, her need so intense it was almost tangible.
"Such a good girl, just one more." I murmured, positioning myself for the final blow. "This last one is going to be special. Kory, tell her what's coming."
"The last strike is always the hardest, and the most wonderful. It's the one that makes you fall apart, the one that makes you remember and understand who you are, who she is, and who owns what." Kory explained, her voice husky with arousal as she watched Yashia's trembling form. "Just let go when it hits. Don't try to hold back."
I drew my arm back, letting the towel coil through the air with deliberate slowness. Yashia's entire body was taut with anticipation, every muscle straining as she waited for that final, promised blow. When it came, it was carefully targeted and even more carefully powered, snapping against the lips of her pussy and slapping her clit.
Yashia exploded.
"Eleven! Thank you, Mistress!" she screamed the words, and then she was sobbing, her orgasm crashing through her like an avalanche, relentless and merciless, the soreness that would have flooded her labia and clit from the hit wiped away by the all-encompassing rush of what was likely the most powerful orgasm she'd ever had. She slumped forward, able only to hold half a pose, and Kory's arms came out to cradle her gently in a hug, my redheaded lover whispering sweet, comforting things to her fellow pet, and I felt a great swell of pride in both of them. Yashia most especially, new to everything as she was.
"You were so good for me, Yashia. You're such a good girl, you obeyed me and took your punishment and you did so well." I intoned firmly, kneeling down behind her and pressing my chest against her back, rubbing her stomach while Kory stroked her hair.
Yashia melted into our combined embrace, her breathing gradually slowing as the aftershocks of her climax faded. Her skin was flushed and damp with perspiration, the welts I'd given her already beginning to fade from angry red to a softer pink. Through the Force, I could sense the profound shift in her mental state, the way that she was quite literally coming back to herself as she slowly drifted in and out of subspace.
"How do you feel, baby girl?" I asked softly, my lips brushing against the shell of her ear in a gentle kiss as I continued to rub soothing circles on her stomach.
"I... I don't know, Mistress." she whispered, her voice hoarse from crying out, rough from use and emotion alike, but I could hear something like wonderment in her tone. "Different. Like something inside me just... broke open. But in a good way?"
Kory smiled warmly, using her thumbs to gently wipe away the tears still clinging to Yashia's cheeks. "That's exactly how it should feel. Like you found something you didn't know was missing, but you want to keep now that you have it."
"Precisely." I murmured, pressing another gentle kiss to her neck. "Pain can be a doorway to pleasure you never imagined possible. But it requires trust, submission, and the willingness to let go of preconceptions." My hand moved lower, fingers ghosting over her still-sensitive folds. "And you, my dear, took to it like you were born for it."
She shivered at my touch, a soft whimper escaping her lips as she shifted between Kory and I. "Will... will it always be like that, Mistress?"
"Not always so intense," I assured her, though my fingers continued their teasing exploration. "But yes, when you surrender yourself to me completely, when you trust me to take you past your limits, it will always be enjoyable."
"Yes, Mistress. Are you…are you going to fuck me now?" she asked, hesitantly enough to make my instinctual reaction feel all the more appropriate and proper when I spoke.
"Not right now, pet. Your pussy is probably a little to sore and sensitive for me to use it right now, so instead you're going to cuddle with Kory while I fuck her. After dinner, if you're feeling better, maybe I'll take you then, but I can wait until you're steady again." I said firmly, sensing the spike of mingled relief and disappointment that told me I had made the right choice, thought I didn't entirely take mercy on her. Instead, I plucked the cloth from between her thighs and lifted it up to press the soaked fabric over her mouth and nose. "And make sure you spend the entire time with this over your face, pet. I want you to get used to smelling and tasting yourself. You'll be experiencing it often."
She eeped and blushed, but her very expression of embarrassment only had in inhaling her scent and taste, and there was a low, throaty moan. Grinning, I gently patted her very sore ass, even as Kory pecked her on the lips and backed away to rise smoothly and fall back onto the bed. Guiding Yashia up to join her, I looked down at the two lovely young women -neither a heart-stopping beauty, compared to others, but beautiful indeed- and felt the hot pulse of desire, of satisfaction. Then Kory was spreading her legs, and all sense of accomplishment was discarded in pursuit of an entirely different, though related, kind of satisfaction.
As I slid into Kory's familiar, welcoming heat, I had to wonder how Vriska and Mako were faring…
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