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Chapter X – Riley
Nysia felt
in a daze as she tried to focus on assisting Mistress through their morning
routine. She was too distracted,
however, from the thoughts and hopes that had haunted her all night, and from
the first seemed struggling to catch up.
For the first time in weeks Jillian was up first, and that didn’t sit
well. A swift, sharp kick to Nysia’s
stomach brought her fully awake, and she stumbled to the head gasping for
air. At least, she thought, it had been
a bare foot this time; as usual, Mistress slept nude.
Morning
ablutions went quickly, fortunately, and when Nysia was sent for morning coffee
she ran, as she almost never did, and hardly noticed the leers and stares as
her urgency attracted attention to her nudity and her breasts moved about
embarrassingly.
Once back and kneeling beside the shower she was lost in
thought and when Jillian emerged, wet and shaved but for the usual black patch
on her mons, the younger girl absentmindedly toweled her dry for over ten
minutes before a hard slap brought tears to her brown eyes and her focus back
to her duties.
After
the blow she was able to focus much more clearly; when Mistress grabbed a handful
of her hair and forced the brunette’s mouth between her slim legs Nysia
maneuvered her tongue and fingers immediately, pressing hard at Mistress’ clit
and sliding one finger deep in her moistness and another into her from the
rear. Within a minute the major was
bucking and groaning with an orgasm, writhing around her slave’s tongue.
They both
hurried through the rest, pressed for time after the delay, and her feeble
attempts at hair brushing and half-hearted assistance in dressing only earned a
dark scowl and a vague promise she’d be whipped later. Normally such a thing would have left Nysia
struggling over whether she longed to be punished or dreaded it, but today she
was too excited to care.
She was
going to see Riley.
Over a
week had passed since the night of the celebration. On that night, too, she had been in a daze,
but for a very different reason: she’d almost forgotten who she was and
surrendered, accepting her place on the ship as inalterable. It was a dangerous way to think; she was
losing herself, she now realized, and the only way to prevent that was to fight
back. Fortunately, just in time, Lisa
had provided the means. Still acting the
puppy as the night concluded, she had licked Nysia’s hand in friendly farewell;
it had been adorable, and Nysia had wished only that she could keep her puppy
friend. But Lisa dropped a small,
slightly moist piece of folded paper into her hand just before she was dragged
away on her leash, and everything had changed.
“Riley here/crew. 7
days: room u took breakfast,
As the
door whispered closed behind Mistress, Nysia flew into motion. She bathed, of course; she didn’t want to
smell of the Major’s fluids when she met Riley!
And she dressed. She’d had to
think about that very hard: oddly, she might attract more attention in clothing
than naked, at least to anyone who might recognize her, but meeting Riley
naked…like a slave…was unbearable. And
if we’re going to escape just now, I really ought to be ready for it: being
whisked away home in the buff just can’t end well at all!
An image
flashed to her mind, though: tied down on the stage where she’d last been free,
at home, as everyone succumbed to lust for her naked body and forced themselves upon her.
Friends, neighbors – enemies…even her father and sister would ravish her
time and again…. Nysia shuddered with a
wave of lustful ecstasy that was as close as she could come to an orgasm with
the damned chastity device and then resolutely pushed the vision aside. That is not who I am; I am a proper girl,
from a proper family! But proper sounds
so very…dull…no matter! I liked it
before just fine…I’ll like it again.
“Riley here/crew.” So
he must have enlisted when the call went out; no doubt he hadn’t seen how
horribly they’d treated her – or maybe he had, and was coming along to protect
her! “Room u took breakfast.” She blushed.
The room she’d forced Nysia to swallow a cock, had ravished her
friend. And tasted her
first dick. At least, once I’m
away from this damn ship I can stop being so terribly happy about being
miserable.
The
final word was the one Nysia couldn’t stop thinking about, however. “Escape.” How? And how soon? Since
coming here, she realized, she’d hardly thought at all about getting away; it
just seemed too impossible surrounded by marines and sailors in the depths of
space. But with the opportunity suddenly
thrust upon her, it was all she could think of.
I’m surprised Mistress hasn’t read my thoughts by now, I’m so damned
fixated!
Her hair
completed and uniform buttoned up smartly, Nysia opened the door with a deep,
steadying breath and strode towards the meeting room. For a moment, she was surprised how easy this
was. She wasn’t normally chained up
during the day – only at night, and while her implants would force her through
a brutal workout that wouldn’t be for another couple hours.
She’d
never been forced to stay in Mistress’ quarters, she realized. At first it had been simple embarrassment that
kept her in: the last thing she’d wanted was to parade around naked, and asking questions and exploring seemed fairly
likely to end in rape. Pinned flat
against a pulsing engine, feeling the vibrations throughout her body as a
stranger held her arms and thrust deeply into her wetness – she shook her head
and clenched her jaw. I am not like
that!
Now, of
course, it was true fear that kept her obedient. She’d barely imagined disobeying Mistress
since the night she burned alive in a puddle of her own urine. Even now, weeks later, she felt a surge of
panic whenever she even saw that remote.
The image of Mistress on her bed, thrusting her fingers deep into
herself as she experimented with pain haunted her dreams. But Riley, her love come to rescue her from
this wantonness, was worth even that risk.
At last,
the room: a plain door, just like every other one on the ship, slightly worn
and spray-painted with a black “305”. It
opened for her expectantly, and she stepped inside.
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