Kinky Space Vixen (3 page)

Rhonda hated having to wait in the wings whilst The Emperor
received the dignitaries but as the head of the Emporial harem she
was considered part of the household staff and was therefore not
permitted to be seen in the company of the generals and civil
servants. She hated even more that despite being possibly the most
power woman in the empire, possibly the most
powerful
 
person
 
in the empire after The Emperor himself, she was required by
her lowly birth to keep herself in the shadows of power whilst all
the wives of the ambassadors and civil servants and dignitaries
enjoyed themselves in the limelight. "Protocol fucking sucks," she
mumbled to herself, sitting by herself in an alcove on the veranda
of the great hall as the twelve minute standing ovation below her
finally died down. The presentation seemed to have gone on forever.
Rhonda was horny and her pussy was wet as she had been all day as
she thought about what would be happening to her that
evening.

"Rhonda!" exclaimed The Emperor, as he burst through the
double doors and on to the veranda, his arms - and his cock -
outstretched.
"My Liege!" exclaimed Rhonda, leaping out from the
alcove and running towards him before performing a running jump and
attaching her legs around The Emperor's waist. "My liege I can feel
your cock hard against my leg and if you hold me a few seconds
longer you shall certainly feel the wetness of my pussy juice as it
seeps through your tunic. I
 
implore
 
you to take me right now, here on the floor of the
veranda!"
"I could never say no to you Rhonda, you know
that!" Exclaimed The Emperor as he guided her to the ground and
started ripping off his breastplate. Rhonda was twenty-five years
old with fair hair reaching to her shoulders and almost as tall as
The Emperor himself, who stood at six foot - although a lot of this
went on her legs, which, along with her ass, had grown strong and
firm through years of horse-riding. Her breasts were large and
rounded, although not too large, -in proportion to the rest of her
body.

As soon as he was naked The Emperor reached out to the broach
on Rhonda's tunic and pushed it aside then reached down and removed
the pure white gown that covered her modesty. He set upon her like
a wild animal, kissing all the way down her neck to her breasts and
sucking slowly and earnestly on each nipple in turn as he teased at
her pussy with his fingers. Rhonda felt his rock hard cock move
slowly up her leg until it was time for his fingers to make room
and he slid his cock in and all the way up into her pussy and
started pounding away between her legs. She moaned loudly as his
cock drove hard into her body, going and higher and higher until it
seemed to be fucking her very soul and still there was no let up.
"Mercy!" she moaned in ecstasy. "Mercy! Mercy! Mercy!" The
Emperor's hands explored her breasts and squeezed her nipples hard
then came down to stroke her waist then down to her calves and
inside to touch her thighs, pressing his nose to her nose, his lips
to her lips. "Turn around," he said eventually, "turn around so I
can fuck you from behind." He pulled out and Rhonda rolled over on
to her front then got on to her hands and knees, mewing in
anticipation as she waited for his cock to re-enter her. The
Emperor stroked her spine then bent down and playfully bit her left
ass cheek as his right hand gently spanked her. Then he placed
himself between her willing legs and drove his cock into her pussy
again, spanking her harder and harder as he fucked her, his balls
slapping against her ass. Rhonda was screaming now and she didn't
care who could hear it, her fists clenched into the lush carpet.
Her hair streamed and fell around the front of her face, her knees
reddened and burned from the friction against the floor as the
Emperor pushed in and out, and her breasts bounced freely around
her chest. Finally an electrical charge which seemed to have the
force of a lightning bolt resonated from her pussy all the way up
to her spine and spread out to all parts of her body. Rhonda came
with a cry so high pitched it would not have been heard by most
humans, whose vocal range is limited to a lower number of decibels.
At the same time she felt a warm and seemingly never ending stream
of spunk shoot into her as The Emperor also climaxed.
Afterwards they lay together starring up at the ceiling of the
great hall. "I got myself a new whore today," said The Emperor
eventually, "I'd like you to break her in for me, show her around
the place, that sort of thing."
"You have so many whores, Excellency," replied
Rhonda, snuggling up to his chest and kissing his neck. "Why would
you need another?"
"There is something special about this one,”
replied the Emperor wistfully. “I can feel it. You will feel it too
when you see her."
Rhonda was silent for a while. She hated having to
share the Emperor with the other whores in the harem, hated the
other whores because of it, and was a harsh mistress to all of them
as a result. She desperately wanted to marry the Emperor and make
him her very own but convention would not allow it. Convention,
symbolism, routine, tradition, they all conspired against a girl
like Rhonda and meant she could never achieve what she believed to
be her full potential. 'I shall treat this new girl, this
Wandoriaor whatever the bitches name might be, like shit under my
sandal, I shall grind the little slave into the ground,' she
thought to herself. Just then the great Bell of the Supreme temple
sounded above, meaning it was time for the feast. The Emperor
disentangled himself from her arms and redressed in
preparation.
"Remember what I said now my darling Rhonda," said
the Emperor, as he leant down to kiss her tenderly on the lips.
"Show this new girl around and do it fast, for I want her bouncing
upon my cock before the week is out."
"Yes my Liege," replied Rhonda, and she smiled
lovingly at the Emperor as he walked away. 'I am the only one he
tries to make cum when he fucks me,' she thought to herself in
satisfaction, 'I am the only one allowed to speak to him as an
equal and to fuck him like an equal as well, even though I know
that I shall always be his whore, never his equal but at least I
can be his lover as well and the other sluts in the harem can never
be that.' And with that Rhonda picked herself up off the floor,
redressed herself and prepared to go downstairs into the chambers
of the harem.

The docking
date was drawing ever closer but there was still plenty of time and
little to do. Back on the freight ship Joe’s blood was up and he
had revenge on his mind. Aevie laughed and screamed girlishly as
she was chased around the length of the ship, dodging this way and
that as Joe made playful grabs to seize her. Eventually she managed
to slip past him and rush into the bathroom, which she proceeded to
slam shut and lock from the inside. “There!” Exclaimed her muffled
voice from the other side of the door. “I’m home now which means
you have to quit it and leave me alone.”
“Come along, Aevie,” said Joe, knocking smartly on the door.
“You’re going to have to come out and take what’s coming to you
sooner or later.”
“Never!” Cried Aevie defiantly. “I shall stay here until the
docking day if I have to but you shall never take, Joe!
Never!”
Joe laughed and walked away but remained within rushing distance of
the door.

Five minutes
later the inevitable happened. “Joe!” Called Aevie, knocking
lightly on the door. “Oh Joe!”
“What is it, Aevie?” Asked Joe, coming to stand by the other
side.
“I should like to negotiate a surrender,” declared Aevie
stoically.
“Would you indeed?” And what if I told you your surrender would
have to be unconditional?”
“Then I’d have to accept of course wouldn’t I?”
Joe smiled. “Open the door,” he ordered her. “Open the door and
stay back. No sudden moves. Raise your hands above your
head.”
The door unlocked and unopened. Aevie stood there before him with
her hands on her head, obediently following his instructions to the
letter. Joe looked her up and down. “How do I know you’re not
concealing something in those clothes of yours?”
“Oh Joe,” scolded Aevie. “You know I’m doing no such thing.”
“I know nothing of the sort,” replied Joe priggishly. “I’m going to
need you to strip. All the way down to your panties.”

Aevie did as
she was told; slowly and with no sudden movements, removing her bra
last of all. She stood almost naked with her breasts bare, nipples
erect, hands by her sides.
“Turn around,” ordered Joe.
Aevie obeyed, again with careful precision. When she faced Joe once
more she could see the bulge in his trousers caused by his erect
cock. Joe reached into his pocket and produced a length of scarf.
He walked a few steps into the room. “Turn your back and put your
wrists together,” he ordered.
He tied her wrists tightly so that the fabric slightly cut into her
skin. Aevie knew there was no chance of getting free by herself and
that she was now his prisoner. The very thought of it made her
soaking wet. Joe now led her into the bedroom and sat down on the
wicker chair. “Kneel before me,” he ordered, unable to suppress a
smile. Aevie tossed the hair from her face and knelt as best she
could, although she found it had to keep her balance with her hands
tied behind her back.
“The court martial begins. The defendant’s name is one Aevie
Gleamingstar.”
“Guilty,” replied Aevie meekly. “This is how I want to plead. And
with no recommendation for mercy.”
“Very well,” said Joe sternly. “The sentence is a long, hard
spanking, followed by the whip. Do you have anything to say?”
Aevie shook her head. “No sir,” she said meekly.
“The sentence is to be carried out immediately.”
Joe helped Aevie to her feet and walked her over to the bed. He sat
down and guided Aevie over his lap so that her ass was raised
before him. “Do you have anything to say before your punishment
commences?” He asked her.
“Only that this is making me really wet and that I hope you spank
me until I cry,” laughed Aevie.

Joe brushed his
fingers along her ass for a moment, playing with her, making her
wait for him, fingers glancing over the outside of her wet pussy
which seemed to tingle at his touch before at last raising his hand
high and bringing it down with full force against her submitted
ass. Aevie’s body lurched forwards with the force of the blow and
she gasped in surprise. Joe watched as a deep red mark the shape of
his hand spread out across her cheeks then gave her another blow,
and another after that. Aevie cried out and laughed as he brought
his hand down again and again, each stroke harder than the first.
She knew she had been a bad girl and deserved everything she got.
Soon Joe was in his rhythm. His hand rose and fell automatically
and the pleasing slap of his discipline echoed throughout the
chamber. Aevie kicked out and strained vainly against her bonds.
She loved that she was tied up and unable to struggle. It meant she
didn’t have to worry about staying in position and could get on
with enjoying her spanking properly. Every now and again Joe would
stop spanking her and rest for a while before beginning the
punishment anew. The times of rest allowed her ass to swell and
become more tender which meant that the next session always hurt so
much more.

Joe’s hands
were getting tired and he was worried he could not give it hard
enough. Also his hand was starting to skin. He stopped spanking
her, deciding her ass was red enough. “Is it time for my whipping
now?” Asked Aevie hopefully.
“I’m afraid so,” replied Joe as he brushed his fingers against her
clit, causing Aevie to sigh pleasurably at his touch.
Joe helped Aevie to lie with her hips over two pillows which he had
placed midway down the bed. Aevie tossed her hair to one side and
rested her head on another pillow Joe had considerately provided
for her comfort, spread her legs and tightened her ass so she would
feel the full force of what was to come. Joe tapped the whip
lightly against the top of her legs then raised it up high and
brought it down with a resounding crack in the centre of her
cheeks. Aevie’s eyes bulged and she cried out as the whip crashed
into her already swollen ass. Joe gave her the strokes really hard
and slow. Aevie cried out each time, shook her head from side to
side and strained at the ties around her wrist. The strokes at the
tops of her legs hurt the most and she knew she was not going to be
sitting down comfortably for a long time after this. She felt tears
come to her eyes and she let forth with a choking sob. Joe gave her
three more very hard strokes at the top of her legs, then stopped
and put the whip down. He came to sit beside her and turned her
head to face him. “Are you alright Aevie?” He asked her with
concern.
Aevie nodded. She was smiling through her tears, which were not so
numerous anyway. “Just enough to make me cry,” she said happily.
“You really do know how to push all my buttons Joe.”

Joe untied her
wrists and turned her over. Aevie rose up the bed and automatically
spread her hands. Joe took another scarf from the cupboard and tied
her wrists to either side of the bed before stripping off his own
clothes to reveal his yearning cock. He moved on top of Aevie and
gently scratched her breasts and chest, causing faint red marks
with his nails. Aevie moaned delightedly and squirmed her hips,
rubbing her sore and spanked ass luxuriously against the soft bed
sheets. Her pussy felt like it was about to explode and yet still
Joe was not inside her. She looked down at the silhouette of his
erect cock rising and falling agonisingly close to her hips.
“Please Joe,” she begged piteously. “I know I’ve been bad but
surely not this bad? Take me, Joe! Take me now!”
Joe laughed and made her wait for a little longer, kissing her neck
and face before finally parting her legs and penetrating her
deeply. He thrust himself slowly in and out of her, filling her to
the maximum possible extent. Aevie knew he must be wanting to speed
up but as a lover Joe was selfless. His number one priority
whenever they made love, whether he was dominant or submissive, was
to make her climax. As her cries became louder he thrust still
harder inside her, his cock unrelenting as her excitement streamed
down her legs. At last he buried his head into her neck and she
cried out, juices gushing out of her like a burst pipe as she
climaxed to the sensation of Joe ejaculating hard inside her.