Maybe it was some biological response to bonding with a new captor, but I did form an attachment to him.
And the things he did to my body… I’ve never experienced pleasure that way before. But he seemed to regret what we did.
Abbi clears her throat. “Are you all right?”
I stick up my chin. “I’m fine.” And I will be. I just have to power through. How many humans would kill to be in my place? It’s stupid to whine about things that are wonderful. I’ll see Enya again very soon, and things will be… fine. “Tell me more about Zandia.”
Chapter 6
Zina
“I have to punish you now.” The great blind navigator holds me between his knees, tugging the bodice of my dress down to expose my breasts. He leans forward and suckles the nipple as he pinches and twists the other one. “You’ve been a naughty human and I’m your master. It will be my duty to keep you in line.
“H-how will you do that, Master?”
“With my whip and my tongue.” He snaps a whip in front of my face, but I’m not afraid, I’m excited. “Now take off your clothes, little human. It’s time for your punishment.”
I hurriedly tug off my beautiful Zandian dress and stand naked before my new master.
“Hands against the wall.”
I hurry to obey, pressing my hands to the wall and pushing my ass out for his punishment.
He whips me, the sting of his strap stirring me into a frenzy, until I’m panting and begging for more.
Then he picks me up and lays me on his desk and spreads my legs…
I lie face down on my cot and work my fingers between my legs until I moan into the soft pillow and come. My hips buck over my hand as the release comes accompanied by hot panting and a groan.
Ridiculous.
I can’t believe I’m fantasizing about that male.
It’s a sign of how spacious my life is here on Zandia that I even have the privacy, time and sexual drive to masturbate. In all my years on Ocretia, I rarely pleasured myself or even thought about it. Now it’s a morning ritual.
And always to thoughts of him.
Still flushed with my release, I climb out of bed. My room is simple and austere, but still one hundred times better than the conditions I lived in on Ocretia. I have my own room! I’ve been fed the most delicious foods! And I haven’t had to work—yet. So far, I’ve just been allowed to acclimate and shadow others in various occupations. And then they say I may choose where I want to work.
Life would be perfect if only I could see Enya. In real life, I mean. I did get to see her on a brief holo call, after I started raising a fuss about needing to know she was safe.
She was.
She didn’t say much, though. Just confirmed that she was with her biological mother and everything was fine.
I should be able to move on and start a new life. I don’t know why I feel so damn lost, though.
Tarek
I stand in my washtube with my dick in my hand, jerking it like I want to pull it off.
All I can think about is Zina, the delicate human whom I got to hold and pleasure on the ship. Never in a thousand star-trips did I imagine I’d find myself taking charge of a human female.
Being the one to administer her punishment. To teach her our ways.
Females avoid me. I’m grotesque to them with my sightless eyes and my enormous size. I’m gruff and grouchy, probably frightening.
Yet this one clung to me from the beginning. For some unknown reason, she chose me as the Zandian she trusts. And that makes me want to fill that role for her.