Kinky Space Vixen (8 page)

The curtain was
flung back and Rhonda appeared before Aevie with a face like
thunder. “Get up,” she ordered sharply. “Get up before I call in
the guards and have you dragged up.”
Aevie got up slowly and pulled the robe tightly around her, defiant
eyes not leaving Rhonda for a second. She walked out into the
communal area. “I hear you’ve been talking,” said Rhonda
maliciously. “Stirring up rebellion, trying to convince some of the
girls that they aren’t really slaves at all, that they don’t have
to do what they’re told.”
“Do you have no shame?” Asked Aevie. “Does the sisterhood mean
nothing to you? Will you not show any solidarity with your own
gender? What if somebody forced you into something you didn’t want
to do?”
“I do things I don’t want to do all the time.”
“But with your body?” Persisted Aevie. “With a man for whom you
have no feelings? Who treats your body like it’s his own property
and…”
“Your body is his property,” snapped Rhonda. “And don’t you ever
damned well forget it.”

All the other
girls enslaved in the harem were summoned to the communal area and
made to stand in a circle around Aevie, who stood defiantly facing
Rhonda. Aevie glared at Yasimia resentfully as the girl came out.
Yasimia just shrugged. “Take off your clothes,” ordered Rhonda.
“From what I’ve heard you’ve had no problem doing that so far. Go
on, slut. Strip to your naked ass.”
Aevie reached up and removed her dress in a single movement,
stepping out of it and standing naked for all the room to see.
Rhonda went to a cupboard by the side of the communal area and
brought out a strange contraption on wheels. It was made up of a
kneeling stool with a bar going across it and another positioned
long-ways to form a T shape. “You know what this is?” Asked
Rhonda.
“I have a pretty good idea,” replied Aevie sullenly. “It is a
spanking bench is it not?”
“Very perceptive my little slave,” smirked Rhonda. “Now lie over it
and raise your bottom tight.”
“Please!” protested Suza. “Rhonda! Show mercy! It wasn’t
even…”
“Hush!” Said Aevie urgently, looking towards her lover with
appealing eyes. “I need you to help me stay strong, sweetie. It’s
okay. I’m not afraid.” She walked over unhesitatingly to the bench
and bared her ass over it, taking a firm hold of the handles on
either side, for she knew Rhonda would not show mercy. Rhonda
walked over to Aevie and tapped the cane a couple of times against
her ass then raised the instruments and was halfway to bringing it
down when she stopped herself and snatched it away. “No!” She
exclaimed decisively. “On second thought I have a slight pain in my
wrists. I’m not confident I can give it hard enough like the bitch
deserves.” She looked up towards Suza and beckoned her over with
her finger. “You,” she said maliciously. “She’s your slut. You cane
her.”
“M… me?” Stammered Suza, her eyes wide with horror.
“Cane her,” ordered Rhonda again, holding the instrument out
towards Suza.
“I can’t do it,” replied Suza, her voice shaking.
“Do you even know how bad things are going to be for you both if
you don’t do as I say?” Screamed Rhonda. “I am giving you a direct
order!”
“Wait,” said Aevie. She got up from her submitted position and
walked over to Suza, placing both hands on her shoulders. “Listen
to me sweetie,” she said in a low voice. “You need to do as Rhonda
says. I am going to enjoy every last second of this, and after it’s
all over and I’ve stopped crying I’m going to take you into my
cubicle and fuck you so hard our ears are going to be ringing for a
week.”
“I… I…”
“Come on, Suza,” urged Aevie. “Cane me. Cane me really fucking
hard.”

Aevie took the
cane from Rhonda and handed it to Suza then went to bend back over
the spanking bench. Suza closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
She knew she was trapped. She swung the cane down hard but pulled
back at the last minute, delivering a light sting to Aevie’s
cheeks. Aevie cried out theatrically but she knew the action would
not fool such an experienced mistress as Rhonda.
“What the fuck was that?” Snapped Rhonda harshly. “Why such a
stroke would not even scratch the wings of a butterfly.”
“I… I am doing the best I can mistress,” protested Suza.
“Give me that fucking cane,” snapped Rhonda, snatching the
instrument away from Suza. “I’m going to give this bitch three
strokes to show you how it’s done and if you don’t give it to her
hard after that I’m going to have you both staked out in the desert
for the jackals to devour you.” Rhonda leaned back, raised the cane
over her head and brought it crashing down with all her might. The
blow was like nothing Aevie had ever felt before, a jarring
lightning bolt that caused stars to appear in her eyes and her
heart to burst against her chest. The pain was almost overwhelming.
She let forth with a horrified scream, kicked out her legs and
started clawing at the pillow with her fingernails. Meanwhile
Suza’s eyes widened with horror at the hideous red welt that spread
out across her friend’s cheeks. Rhonda stepped back a few paces,
raised the cane again then gave her another stroke almost from a
run up. Aevie howled in anguish, her eyes flooding with tears,
arching up her back and desperately resisting the urge to rub. The
final stroke Rhonda gave her, though not as hard, was delivered
across the tops of her legs and so probably hurt the most. Aevie’s
muscles tensed, she sobbed uncontrollably and now topped off the
bench completely to lay in a crumpled heap on the floor. “Pick
yourself up,” ordered Rhonda harshly. “And get back in position.”
She turned and thrust the cane back into Suza’s hands. “Here,” she
said dangerously. “Now remember, give it good and hard. And there
must be extras too, for the bitch moved out of position several
times.”
“I’m sorry Aevie,” whispered Suza. “I just can’t take any chances.
I’m doing this for us.”
“I know you are,” whispered Aevie, trying to compose herself. “Now
give it to me hard, sweetie. No mercy, no matter how much I
scream.” Suza raised the cane and brought it down with all her
might upon Aevie’s already swollen cheeks. She did not have the
strength or malice of Rhonda but the sting of the cane against her
already tender welts caused Aevie to cry out loud.
“Much better,” said Rhonda with guarded approval. “Now make her
scream.”
Suza caned Aevie again and again after that causing her friend to
cry out. Tears were flowing down Aevie’s face as she was punished
and she tore at her hair from her hands as she fought the urge to
rise up. The caning seemed to last forever but as she sobbed Aevie
felt relief at how hard she was being punished, for Suza’s
obedience made it less like that she herself would be reprimanded
in a similar manner. Suza speeded up the stroked, still giving it
to Aeive with her full force but far more frantically now. Aevie
was crying out and screaming so hard she scarcely had time to
breath, choked and sobbed as her ass was relentlessly punished.

“Enough,” said
Rhonda at last. She reached forward and snatched the cane away from
Suza, running her hand up and down it to relish the heat caused by
the friction. “You’re an evil little bitch,” she told Suza
approvingly. “Hurting your friend so hard. Why I doubt the welts
will have healed by this time next year. See how they purple and
rise. I daresay you have done her some lasting damage.”
“I’m sorry Aevie,” cried Suza, falling to her knees and sobbing
with almost as much vehemence as Aevie. “Please forgive me!”
“Of course I forgive you,” wept Aevie, half falling off the bench
and kneeling down to hold her friend tightly in her arms. Rhonda
called for the assembled crowd to disperse then strutted off
herself. Suza helped Aevie back into her cubicle.
“Only your strokes made me wet,” whispered Aevie. “And only because
it was you doing it.”
“It was still the worst thing I have ever done,” sniffed
Suza.
“No,” said Aevie with determination. “I feel closer to you now than
I ever have. It was the three from Rhonda that really did for me.”
Aevie lay down on the bed and rolled on her side, trying to make
herself as comfortable as possible.
“I still feel bad,” said Suza, coming to lie beside her.
“None of this was your fault,” whispered Aevie, beckoning her
forwards. “There isn’t anything to forgive. If anything I should be
the one begging your forgiveness for getting you into all this
trouble. You have to put it past you. What with a bitch like Rhonda
in charge of us these injustices are bound to happen, at least
until we can get rid of her.” Aevie now moved on top of Suza,
kissing her face and lips and neck. Suza groaned softly, spread her
legs to pull Aevie even closer to her and started caressing Aevie’s
ass with her hands, surprised by how hot it still was. She gently
turned her over. Aevie lay on her back with her legs up so as
little of her ass as possible was resting on the bed. Suza kissed
her over and over, hands reaching down lower until at last she
began to slide down Aevie’s body to make up for the wrong she had
done her. Aevie moaned softly and writhed on the bed as Suza licked
her, lovingly and with great precision, worshipping her clit as her
tongue moved in and out. “Oh Suza!” Cried Aevie as she closed her
eyes and prepared to spurt. “You can spank me as much as you like
if you’re going to lick me like this afterwards!” And with that she
closed her legs around her friend and squirted upon her face with a
great cry of passion mixed with relief, relishing the way her sore
ass rubbed against the mattress and contrasted with the pleasure of
Suza’s tongue as she came.

Joe flickered
in and out of consciousness. At one point he thought he could feel
himself being dragged along in the midst of the sandstorm. A little
later he had the sensation of weightlessness and the wind through
his hair as he travelled at great distance.

He opened his
eyes, winced and promptly closed them again. After repeating the
action several times he finally blinked himself awake and stared as
best he could at his new surroundings. He appeared to be in a cave
of some sort. Jagged pieces of rock jutted out from the walls.
There was an array of equipment, some if it quite advanced but all
of it clearly scavenged. He raised his head with great effort, for
his brain was pulsating against his skull as though attempting to
escape and for the first time glimpsed his saviour. Her skin was
dark brown and her eyes, though keen and searching, were somehow
welcoming at the same time. Her hair was long and seemingly
unkempt. She wore two rough piece of cloth around her hips to cover
her modesty and another cloth around her chest which nonetheless
provided ample cleavage to her considerable breasts. Joe guessed
she must be in her early twenties. She was possessed of an athletic
build and smooth strong legs made for running, a face that was
strikingly attractive as opposed to conventionally beautiful.
“My name is Dragontooth,” she said clearly.
“You… you speak our language,” said Joe in amazement.
“There is much I have learned over the years,” she replied. “I am
part of the Sumweizi tribe that were native to this planet when the
earth settlers first came here all those millennia ago. Human, yes,
but not one of you.”
Joe sat up, looked her up and down and was ashamed of how the sight
of her in her skimpy outfit was making his cock hard. “How long
have I been out for?” He asked her.
“Only a few hours,” replied the girl. “A solid sleep is what you
needed. In the meantime I have given you some cream for the sand
burns. It looked as though had been lashed with a whip when you
came in.
Joe smiled awkwardly. “Thanks,” he told her.
“You were unfortunate to have crashed here,” said Dragontooth. “It
is lucky I found you.”
“What were you doing out in the sandstorm yourself?” Asked
Joe.
“I saw the ship crash. I was going out to strip it down for
parts.”
“Don’t do that,” said Joe quickly. “I’m going to need it to get
away from this accursed place.”
“This may not be much,” said Dragontooth, sounding slightly
offended. “But it is still home. It is all I have after my people
were forced from their lands.”
“I’m sorry,” said Joe remorsefully. “That was insensitive of me.
It’s just – well I’m looking for my girlfriend you see Dragontooth.
She’s been enslaved by the Emperor in the palace.”
“If the Emperor has her you can forget about ever seeing her
again,” said Dragontooth with a weary shake of her head. She noted
Joe’s crestfallen expression. “Now it is my turn to apologise,” she
said gently. “I did not mean to offend you. Look, just get your
strength up and I will see how I can help you.”
“Thanks,” replied Joe. He looked around the cave but saw no sign of
another living human. “Are there any others?” He asked her.
“A few but not many,” replied Dragontooth sadly. “The sandstorms
have been getting more frequent of late and this, coupled with the
increased imperial colonisation has had the effect of driving us
from our villages. Some of still eke out a living, scavenging as
best we can but it is a lonely, isolated existence that leaves
little room for companionship. In truth you are the first living
human I have set eyes upon for many months.”
Joe nodded. His head was still ringing. Dragontooth noticed his
discomfort. “Rest,” she ordered him. “Go back to sleep. We will
talk later when you have your strength back.”

The Emperor was
pacing impatient about his imperial chamber, feeling restless. He
had sent for Yasimia but as he waited he wandered over to his pit
and opened the great trapdoor below. At the sight of him his pack
of ravenous wild dogs began to bray furiously. They had not been
fed human meat for a long time. The Emperor decided that would soon
have to change. He smiled as imagined a contest between Wandoria
and the new girl, Aevie, about who could fuck him the best with the
loser facing the pit. Footsteps from behind caused him to turn.
“Well hello Excellency,” said Yasimia dreamily. “I am so glad you
sent for me. What might I do for you today?”
“You know exactly what I want, you filthy bitch,” sneered the
Emperor.
Yasimia smiled wickedly. She stripped off her tunic to reveal her
tight naked body beneath. The Emperor’s cock was raging as he
stripped of his own clothes and motioned towards the bed. He bent
Yasimia over the bed and immediately began spanking her hard with
his hand. Yasimia cried out gleefully as she was punished and she
was wet at the thought of what she knew was coming next. She
glanced around at his mammoth cock erect behind her and thought
about how it was going to feel inside her ass. She groaned softly
in anticipation. Finally the Emperor stopped spanking her, seized a
hold of her hair and pushed her face down on the bed. Yasimia felt
his cock rising up her cheeks. He pushed the tip in gently then
gave a long and sudden thrust with his hips. Yasimia gasped in
astonishment and gripped a hold of the sheets as he forced his way
all the way up as far as his cock would go. He started fucking her
ass hard and gracelessly, smashing his cock in and out of her.
Yasimia closed her eyes and screamed. The Emperor’s hand rose and
fell, spanking her hard with alternate blows until her cheeks were
red and tender.
“It is an honour, Excellency, to have you fucking me in the ass
like this!” Groaned Yasimia as the Emperor pounded her from
behind.
The Emperor seized a hold of her hair and pulled her up so she was
kneeling. He hooked his hands around her throat, half throttling
her as he put his mouth close up to her ear. “Your submission
please me, whore,” he said maliciously. “I have decided to reward
you.” He reached across with his other hand and inserted three
fingers into Yasimia’s wet pussy and his pounding became more
urgent.
“That’s right Excellency!” Cried Yasimia. “Fuck me hard! Destroy
me! Oh hell that feels so good!”
He felt her spurt on his fingers and she screamed in ecstasy. What
a truly filthy bitch I am, thought Yasimia gleefully as she felt
the Emperor unload his full wad inside her ass.