The Unwilling

She watched from beneath lowered lashes as he struggled against his bonds. His muscles trembled oh-so-slightly as fatigue began to set in.

His lean body, clothed only in a tattered strip of leather barely large enough to conceal his manhood, was held fast to the bed frame by chains. He lay upon the finest silk but seemed truly oblivious of the fact. Her green eyes, ever appraising of him, missed nothing.

Not his taut leg muscles as they bunched and flexed, nor the flat abdomen which rose and fell steadily and especially not his flaccid member as it peaked from under the leather thong each time he gave an especially vigorous kick. Of his sand-colored hair, his brown eyes and his golden tan, she noted them as positive attributes but not special or noteworthy.

Her job was to evaluate. Him. Every aspect of him. Physical, psychological, fantastical, it mattered not as long as it was weighed and tallied either as a negative or a positive. So far she deemed his responses as average, but she was not looking for average, indeed, she needed something much more, what word was she looking for? Ah, yes, much more sustaining.

Her specific job was to fill special needs. Any and all needs as they arose. Today, she needed something better than average to fill her quota for the day. This specimen would need to have something in reserve, something held back to bring him up to par for the order, otherwise she would have to begin again with another sample.

He struggled a bit harder and twisted slightly to his right, his balls slapped his thigh with soft little thuds as he rocked back and forth. She approached him, then removed the leather thong completely by way of her sharp blade exposing his physical package to her interested view.

"What are your skills, if any, human?"

His only answer was a defiant gleam in his brown eyes and a low grunt as she touched his shaft with her open palm.

"You have promise, here, to please, if you comprehend my meaning?" Her fingers closed around his length, feeling the stirrings of blood under her ministrations. "You will be of a good size, once aroused, to pleasure many if you would submit to training, human. Will you?"

A dull red flush arose in his cheeks as she massaged his manhood. He closed his eyes to shut off the intense perusal of her cool, green stare. He spit at her.

"Good! You have passion and anger! I can work with that!" She disrobed in front of him, deliberately and provocatively manipulating her breasts to his eye level. Her rosy nipples were taut and puckered from her quick little pinches. "Would you like to taste these?"

Her hands held up her rounded breasts and juggled them in his direction, their weight seemed massive compared to the small size of the hands which held them. He gulped once again, his eyes trained on her reddish-hued skin while his phallus grew another inch as it jumped to even greater attention. Little beads of sweat formed on his brow and his breath almost imperceptibly quickened.

"Yes, good. See me play, like so? Would you like to see more?" The little wisp of a robe she had slid from her shoulders slowly down to the floor. Her thatch of woman's hair was pale red, just as her hair was on her head and her skin was on her body. One hand continued playing with her breasts as the other reached between her legs.

He turned his head from her, trying to deny the need which he could not hide from her damnable green eyes. He felt his rock-hard rod saluting her, pulsating in a wanton dance which he could not assuage on his own. Of their own accord, his eyes strayed to her glorious mound of pubic hair. Bushy and untamed, he'd bet all he owned that she had never felt a razor upon those sweet nether lips which he gazed upon. He knew not what manner of creature she was but his body recognized her as female.

She sashayed in front of him, exposing her inner lips to him in a tantalizing dance. A little glimpse here, a peak there. She had him, at least physically anyway. She strutted around the bed proudly, tossing her long locks of thigh-length hair to and fro, playing peek-a-boo as one would with an infant. A breast shown now and covered later. She continued her parade around him, baring her rounded ass to him, then swaying her hips forward in a rough, jutting manner the next moment while her fingers titillated her pleasure spot.

All the while his groans grew louder until at last he capitulated to her. "I am yours, creature! End this torment. Show me what you would have me do only end this torture, I beg you!"

His body heaved a long, shuddering sigh as she padded near to him, allowing her leg to brush against his rough arm hairs and her woman's scent to enter his lungs. She backed away from him then opened a small door through which entered another woman, this one a creamy pale blue color.

Her hair was the shade of a summer sky, palest blue with hints of silvery-white mixed in and her orange eyes were almost feral, like those of a cat. She strutted into the room and the two creatures looked like they'd been dunked in Easter egg dye to the man secured onto the bed.

"He is willing to learn now and shows some promise when properly motivated. He is average in body, lustful in mind and an above average physical specimen. He is strong-minded but is ruled by his rod which will make him easily trainable. You may proceed."

The blue female approached the bed, her hand trailed down his cheeks, neck, chest and then stopped to gently massage his nipple.

"You will tell me when you cease to feel pleasure and when you begin to feel pain, understand?" He nodded then yelled aloud when she bent over him and bit viciously the same nipple she had been teasing. "You will respond verbally and in no other manner!"

"Aaghh! Yes! Yes, I understand!"

She resumed her physical perusal with her fingertips, poking and prodding, tugging and nipping, stroking and pinching until she knew what made him yell in pain or writhe in heated passion. When she was done, the other came back and together they mounted the bed.

"God forgive me!" he growled as Red lowered her lips to his straining rod. Blue began to nip at his ear, then moved to his neck and shoulders. She caressed his chest then began to rub herself against his arm, her rounded globes puckering from the coarse arm hair.

She straddled him then, exposing her woman's flesh to his mouth while his arms flailed against their restraints. Darker shades of blue deepened into into deep shadows where she forced him to look.

At the same time, Red hovered over his hips, preparing to impale herself upon his shaft. When he at last began to soothe the Blue with his tongue, Red slid down his full length, absorbing his erection fully into her womb.

He panted as he laved the heated lips in rhythm to his rider for she ran a fast pace. Her tight sheath pummeled his stick as her whim called for. He strained against his shackles as Red's pace quickened of a sudden then was nearly undone when she cried out in her release.

He used his tongue as a carver would whittle a branch down to a work of art, separating her lips, then sucking first gently then grazing his teeth over her erect nub. Each tongue stroke brought Blue closer to release and when she finally came, he lapped up her spicy woman's juices with zeal.

At last, both women satisfied they turned their attentions to his still-stiff man-root. The blue one left the room the way she had entered while Red began once again to straddle his hips, but this time she faced away from him and sat upon him as one would a chair. Tight as her sheath had been before, he found her nearly doubly so.

She rubbed his thighs which were spread-eagled beneath her and juggled his ballocks until she felt him straining for his release. Then she slowed her tempo, dragging his urges out into long-winded groans and yelps. She bounced upon him in small little hops, then would sink him clear to the womb once again in torturous languor.

One such time, while fully sheathed, she raised her leg and swung round to face him once again, the spinning friction almost his undoing. He gritted his teeth as her breasts rose and fell, bouncing perkily in front of his face. She leaned forward then as her hips continued their nether workings and let him suckle first one then the other.

His hands rattled in their chains as he strove to free himself from the constraints, but alas his bonds continued to hold. She rotated her hips forward and back as her body rode his spear up and down and once again he came to the brink. This time, she sped up her rhythm, frantically pounding his erection with her tight core as the heat built up and up. His stamina, worn to nothing, at last reached the point of no return.

His voice, gravelly from it's abuse, at last yelled his release as her body climaxed with him. Her spasms convulsed tightly around his fully-enveloped cock and the silk sheets beneath him caressed his overly sensitive skin. When at last she released his shank from her body, it had been reduced completely back to it's flaccid length, purged of all willingness to work any further.

At a soft click, he looked up to find a young, yellow-colored girl approaching him. "I will finish your training, human." Her soft voice and pouty lips had him gawking at her lithe body. Warm buttery-yellow from head to foot, her grey eyes entranced him as did her blonde-looking tresses. She had the body of an athlete.

Red departed, pausing only to pick up her discarded wrap from the floor. He turned his attention back to the new-comer who slowly bent over his now spent rod. Those luscious lips tenderly mounted an assault upon his tenderized skin, hyper sensitive from his recent release and he could not help but squirm under her seemingly innocent and naive ministrations.

Though she appeared only about 15 Earth years, she was actually almost five times that age. This was her last assignment before the departure, to break the human's spirit into one of submissive pleasure for the mistress and to determine his absolute compatibility for that role.

So far, he was proving acceptable, all that remained was his willingness to accept her upon his tool and a reluctance to cause her harm. She saw that the clamps around his wrists and ankles had been released but the human as yet had not discovered his freedom.

She bobbed her head up and down over his scrotum, sucking his sack and phallus into her mouth easily while in its deflated form. Her small fingers found their way into his anus and she applied firm pressure there at that hole while he groaned in the throes of intense pleasure.

Her finger slid in without too much resistance and she began pumping him from behind, coordinating her sucking and pumping to his rising response. His hands of their own accord, held strands of silky blond hair in his palms and when he fully realized his free state, he simply lay back and let the girl continue to cradle his sex organs in her willing mouth.

As his staff began to show signs of life, she inserted two fingers into his anal opening and by the time he was once again of a length and rigidity to service her, she had three fingers plundering his tight hole.

"Bring me to completion, human, but do not disappoint me, I am the last test."

He swiftly sat up in the bed, taking her frail form in his hands and lay her underneath him. He rolled her over, then began his own ministrations on her backside, first with tongue and fingers, then with his fully-erect root. He thought to enter her slowly, but her quivering legs and trembling hips gave way her true desires and he savagely thrust into her from behind.

Her scream of pain became one of pleasure as he worked his length in and out of her backside. Swift, sure strokes quickly raised her passion. His hands caressed her small, firm breasts while his ball sack slapped against her vaginal lips. Each thrust, aggressive and buried to the hilt, brought tiny gasps of pleasure from her lips.

When her release rolled through her, he massaged her vulva with his nimble fingers, prolonging her orgasm for many minutes. Then, when the last shudder rode from her hips, he withdrew his cock from her ass and rolled her onto her back to stare up at him. He stood beside the bed and dragged her slight body to the edge, standing between her thighs. He grasped her slender hips and before she came fully aware, impaled himself into her painfully-tight walls.

Another wave of pleasure washed through her body as he pounded into her in fury. All his pent-up anger from his time in the restraints came through him and into her in the form of his furiously pounding dick as he ravaged her tight hole. He was as an animal, lifting her one moment to fully sheath his lance into her well-lubricated sluice box and then using the bed to lay over her and thrust forcefully into her cervix.

All the while his hands roamed her body and her little moues of excited passion burst from her lips. His eyes rolled back in his head and at long last, with a great yell and a final, monumentous shove into her, his pent-up release came at last as her grey eyes rolled up in submission of her own climax.

From behind the two-way glass, the audience applauded as both participants fell into a stuporous sleep.

"He will do well for the first hours of my nights, but what else do you have that will satisfy my needs?"

Both Red and Blue bowed to their Empress before answering.

"Oh, mistress! The one in the cage will make this one seem tame and as docile as well, a human!"

The small craft hovered over the ocean waves, then at the Empress' almost imperceptible nod, shot up into the atmosphere.




-The End-