Ashara's Games

His thoughts were throbbing in time with his body. His hot skin pulled tight like leather. His arms and legs spread out and held by uncaring metal. Lying on his back, the hard frame pressing into his spine, James tried to think. To focus on anything except the stiffness between his legs. The yearning.

His world had resolved to that feeling. That aching emptiness that clenched and throbbed with every touch against his burning skin. His chest rose and fell; the cool kiss of the air like the play of a blade.

He'd lost track of how long he'd been here now. Hours, maybe? Surely, it couldn't be days. His thoughts were muddled and mixed. They chased each other about his skull in chaotic rhapsody.

His cock was hard. It was harder than it had ever been in his life. Stiff and erect thanks to the augmentations provided by his new masters; a bead of pre-cum drippled from his eager tip and ran down the shuddering length of his shaft. His body clenched. His knees shook.

But there was no release. Not yet. His tormentor drew back, watching him with sympathy as he gave a ragged moan.

"I'm sorry," she whispered. "This is always hard for males…"

He had nothing to say. His throat was dry and his tongue didn't work. The woman was an alien - an Elvidian - though if she'd ever introduced herself by name, he'd missed it. She was purple-skinned, with close-cut hair and a pixie face he'd have called cute in other circumstances. Her three-fingered hands were wet with his arousal.

She bore a collar, and like him, was naked otherwise. Her legs were long and supple, and she wore the natural grace of a dancer.

"I have my orders," she said. "I can't disobey. I-I can't."

James groaned. His body shifted, his grinding desperately against the empty air. Mindlessly seeking any stimulation at all. But there was nothing and over long, cold moments, the heat in his body subsided and he was left spent and gasping. Lying with his back pinned to the cold, metal bench.

He felt like his brain was melting out of his ears.

She gave him time to recover - as much time as she could - then moved back in with a **** grace. James' breath hitched; her fingers closed around his shuddering cock. The first pumps were agonising. Slow enough to build the tingling anticipation. His spine arched and he pressed against his restraints. She was skilled, bringing him quickly to the edge again until he was a whimpering mess. His thoughts ran like molasses while his body screamed and his nerves flared. His eyes slammed shut, but that didn't stop the feeling, the tension, the grinding of his hips as he pressed himself eagerly into her palm.

He felt shame. It wasn't that he was trying to do this, it was just that he couldn't not. The Empire had rewired his body. Enhanced his senses. Even the smallest touch against his stiff cock was magnified and she'd been touching it all day.

He wanted to beg her to keep going. To let him finish. Please, just one! Just to let him finish once!

He knew she wouldn't. Knew she couldn't. That was against her orders. She was a **** like him, and like him, she could only do as instructed. Letting him cum wasn't in the cards.

She'd pulled away again. His cock throbbed. How much more could he endure? He was going to burst! He felt so stiff and tight and hard. His shaft twitched in tune with his thoughts and his hands curled as he battled aside waves of need.

Humans were prized by the ruling cast of the Empire. Their cum was a delicacy and they were a hardy species who took well to modification. In another world, it would have ended with them as soldiers; augmented warriors fused with technology and sent out to fight and die.

But the Xelluloid Empire had no need for those. It wasn't interested in spending the time and money to augment so many humans just to lose them in battle.

They were farmed instead.

Humans were rugged. Their metabolism could be adjusted. Some subtle augmentations, a few hidden implants, a little genetic rewiring and suddenly, for as long as James was in good health, he could be hard and cum again and again. As many times as his owners wanted.

He didn't even know if he could get fully soft anymore. He had two modes: hard or - as now - achingly hard.

Just as the Elvidian moved forward to begin the cycle again, there came the whoosh of an opening door and she spun on the spot.

"Mistress I wasn't expecting you back just yet!" She fell into a sort of curtsy, presenting her body to her imperious owner even as her fingers played against the hard metal of her collar. "I kept him just as you ordered."

"So I see," Ashara said. She regarded the scene before her with a distant sort of approval. James groaned. His cock shuddered. Another bead of pre-cum oozed from his crown.

Behind Ashara, there came Maya. She was leashed by her nipples and clit. **** to crawl on her hands and knees. Her pretty face was cast down at the deck, and her hair shadowed her flushing features. He hated to see her like that. She'd always been like a little sister to him and this was all kinds of wrong.

Especially with how wet and messy her pussy was.

Human females didn't have the same pull with Ashara's people. Their cum wasn't prized, but their beauty and grace was. Where males were to be farmed, females were prizes to be used, fucked; humiliated and sold. He'd watched Maya cum dozens of times now. He'd seen her **** to play with herself, to masturbate for the whole crew. He'd watched her spasm, her body coiling and twisting as she fought against the shame and humiliation to beg - beg - Ashara to have mercy.

"The battle was short," Ashara said. "There was no resistance, of course. Nothing unexpected."

There was something wrong with her voice. James had managed to endure so long in her care by learning to read her subtle, unspoken tones. Even as she said that, a small voice in his head spoke: She's lying.

His eyes flickered to Maya again. She didn't look up, but something about her body language… She was trembling. Her chest rose and fell. Her hair was messy and it looked like she'd been used hard. Or punished. Maya was often punished.

"The battle was short," Ashara said again. "Maya, now you get to watch me have fun with your partner. If you'd behaved a little better, maybe I would let you join in."

Maya groaned. James felt so keenly aware of her eyes settling on his erect cock. He tried not to think about the last time Ashara'd made them play together. He tried not to think about how good it had felt when Maya took him into her mouth, or how her lips had closed around him. How she'd been so tight and yet so warm…

"Oh, he's excited," Ashara laughed. "That's good. I knew I'd want something fun to come back to. It was a short battle, but quite fierce. Your species is full of surprises."

She stalked across the bare metal floor. James' muscles tightened. He tried to pull away, but his bonds wouldn't allow it. Ashara caressed the throbbing tip of his crown as his eyes fluttered closed.

Fuck, Maya is watching!

"To think a species still using fusion - fusion! - could have given us so much trouble."

His body tried to fight, but his cock responded. The metal lurched under Ashara's weight as she settled down beside him. Her fingers - long, delicate, feminine - caressed his aching shaft. They drew out his pleasure and left his nerves screaming for more.

From her corner, Maya groaned. Her nipples were hard and she was shivering in time with the soft buzzing of the barebells in her clit and nipples. Being **** to get off to the sight of Ashara having fun with him.

He knew it was wrong, but also couldn't draw his eyes away. Maya had always been a good-looking woman. A soldier, yes, with plenty of muscle, but not much bulk. She was slender and toned, with small breasts and a compact body. Not what you'd call a fashion model, but she'd do well as a runner or a cyclist. She was lean, with soft curves and pale, smooth skin. When she was **** to sit like this, it was almost too much to bear. Her legs were open, her labia splayed. Her clit peaked from its hood, and her face was stained red.

Another spasm of pleasure raced through James, Ashara's hands drawing his pleasure to a peak. His back tensed, and he arched off the metal bed as he envisioned Maya's pussy clenching. Closing tightly about empty air. And then imagined it closing around his cock instead.

No, no, he wasn't supposed to think like that! It was the ship! The ship and the damned training! Being made to get off next to each other. Being used together, even being **** to fuck. It was all about making them see each other in a sexual light. Even now, that was happening as Maya felt the tingling waves of pleasure pouring through her body.

"Are you still fighting?" Ashara tilted her head. "Silly boy. You should know exactly what you're here for by now."

There was still something in her voice. Was she distracting herself? But any attempt to figure out more was drowned as he felt her lips latch around his shaft. She was warm and wet and tight. Her tongue lapped at his crown, teasing and drawing out his pre-cum. She drank it with every sign of eagerness and enjoyment. One hand pulled back her hair, keeping it out of her face so her eyes could lock with his.

It should not, James thought, have been possible for a woman to be sucking his cock and yet be so completely in charge of the situation. But Ashara wore it like a cloak. She pumped her head back and forth. The motion set off fireworks that ran through his spine. His cock pulsed and jerked at her smallest motions, and the devilish grin in her eyes made him groan in helpless arousal.

He tried to fight. He tried so hard that his nails cut into his palm. His body tensed; his every muscle grew tight and his eyes slammed closed.

Deny it, fight it, she can't make you cum! She can't!

But Ashara knew what she was doing. She lapped at him, the soft touch of her tongue moved him to shiver but it was nothing to the feeling of her firm lips as they closed about him and James' crown was engulfed by the warm, wetness of her mouth.

His nerves were already firing. His body was already screaming. He'd been modified; given one purpose only: to cum and cum and cum for his owner and all day, he'd been kept on the very verge. Now, at last, someone was pushing through that.

James bucked violently. He twisted against his restraints and pushed up with his legs. The first peak of pleasure made him groan and arch and writhe. More followed. Slicing, stabbing, cutting through his resistance. His panicked moans grew ever more persistent and Ashara's motions, her tongue and her probing fingers, grew ever more sure. A haze of heat filled his body and his thoughts were slow and sluggish, overwhelmed by all that boiled through him.

No, no, Maya, fuck, Maya, look away!

But she couldn't. She wasn't allowed. All she could do was sit and stare as their alien capture sucked his cock and reduced him to a writhing, grinding mess. The same pleasure buzzed through her. Filled her nerves. Made her quiver and quicken her breathing. The implants and her piercings turned her body against her just as they did with him.

The sound of her breathing was quick, ragged. She was taking gulping, shallow breaths, her chest dancing, and her face was crimson.

A spike of heat twisted through James' body and he groaned as Ashara ran her tongue up and down his length. In a single moment, his whole body tensed and then-

He came.

His head spun crazily. His body jerked. Ashara sucked eagerly, drawing it right out of him drop by drop. The sensation extended his orgasm, and there was just so much of it! He'd been edged for so many hours, kept right on the brink so that she would be able to enjoy him just like this. James endured it as best he could; the feeling of her lips on his engorged cock, the pull of her mouth, the gentle twist of her tongue. At last, he slumped back into the bed panting and Ashara leaned back. She rubbed her mouth with the back of one fist, gazing down at him with satisfaction.

"At least one of you knows how to please your betters," she said. "But I don't think my less obedient **** has quite learned her lesson yet."

Her probing fingers circled his tip. He was still hard! He'd cum his brains out for her already, and he was still hard! It was the augmentation. The work that had been done on him. He'd been turned into the perfect toy for her; the perfect tool to play with and to give her exactly what she wanted.

James thrashed in his bonds, his over-sensitive cock screamed as she drew one finger along the underside. Maya trembled in silent horror. Her face was pale now. She was mouthing words, but no sound came out.

Ashara discarded her robe with an elegant grace. She was naked under it and James' eyes fastened to her. He knew it was bad to compare, but part of him couldn't help counterpointing her with Maya. They were so different. Maya's body was compact. Aesthetic, yes, but also functional. She was trim, and toned. You would never call her unfeminine, but her looks came second to her ability to operate as a soldier. Ashara, though? She was aggressively showy. Her hips curved, her waist was slender, her blue skin was supple and soft, and her figure drew the eye upwards to the curve of her breasts and then downwards to the raised mound of her pussy.

She bathed in attention the way a sponge drew in water, and soon James found her straddling his body. Her skin was warm to the touch and as she mounted him, she reached down to rub her pussy with two fingers. She gave a long, pleasurable moan, and if he hadn't already been hard and erect, that sound alone would have been enough to do it for him.

When she was ready, Ashara edged herself upwards, holding her body just above his straining cock. With two fingers she held herself open and James was enveloped by her tightness as she lowered herself against him.

He whimpered. He rolled his hips. His body bucked but his cock was eager; pulsing waves of pleasure thundered through him. Ashara rose, her legs splayed to either side and the motion set his spine aflame.

Maya watched from the corner. Still not able to tear her gaze away. The cuffs held her tight, but her pussy was a mess; dripping with want and denied arousal. Meanwhile, the Elvidian was rubbing herself too. Her eyes were wide, and as she bit her lower lip, her three-fingered hands moved in quick circles between her legs.

Ashara either didn't notice or more likely, simply enjoyed putting on a show for her lessers. She was breathing faster, grinding into him. Driven by instinct, he thrust. One of her hands gripped his thigh, her fingers splayed against his flesh. The other closed about his throat. Her hair was wild and her body shimmied with motion.

She was so graceful, even now. Her form was lithe, and the feeling of her pussy pressing against his cock, her inner walls constricting, it drove him mad. It felt amazing. His nerves were screaming, lighting up one by one. His body was hot and tight. His cock was aching. Pleasure rose, building with every thrust of his hips. And over it all, Ashara's fingers locked about his throat, contrasting with the cold grip of the collar. She didn't need to say it in words. She didn't need to press her point. This was his role now. This was his purpose.

His eyes squeezed shut and he wanted to scream. It felt so good. It felt so good. Every inch, every nerve, every fibre of his being lost to the swelling, growing climax! No wonder she could break slaves! He just wanted to feel like this forever! A babbling, broken toy for her to use.

But he didn't surrender to it. Even then. Even when his body felt better than it ever had. Even as he felt his mind creaking under the strain of his enhanced senses, James held on. He thought of Maya. He thought of what she would think if she saw him break like this. He thought of his pride, and more than anything else, he hung onto who he was!

And as he bucked and writhed in the throes of an oncoming climax, he realised that Ashara was looking down at him with a measuring tint to her eyes. Just waiting for his will to finally shatter.

James came hard. Harder than he ever had in his life up to this point. And that was saying a lot considering how many times he'd been made to climax since being captured by the Empire. His senses screamed. They burned red hot and throbbed through his body. Ashara's pussy clamped down, his cum pumped into her, and gave a soft, low moan that danced across his skin and fired his senses.

"Come on," her whisper was hoarse and needy and her body pressed into his. His cock throbbed and twitched inside her, growing hard again as she started to grind. "I know you're not done. You've got so much more to give."

Her hand pressed against the side of his face. A gentle, familiar gesture.

"We've got all day to enjoy ourselves. By the time we're done, little Maya will know the dangers of angering me. I bet she thought I was just going to punish her directly. But this? This is far more fun."

She glanced back at Maya - trembling, shaking, her pussy soaking and her thighs dappled with arousal.

"Maybe eventually we'll take pity on her and let her join in. Maybe."