2. Meeting

The contact sector was the chosen place for the two species, Articans and humans to conduct their diplomatic talks.

The Articans turned out to be aloof people and a smooth meeting in mass between the two was not deemed possible.

The humans built a home for their people, a place called contact station or often by its full name C.S Terra. Many offers were sent to the Articans for a place to house their people. The secretive specie seemed more interested in staying in their own ships. Most humans that had laid their eyes on one of the Artican vessels. Had a greater understanding as for their reasoning's. They were simply huge.

The Artican fleet was far more massive per ship and more numerous. It was also common knowledge they had superior technology to the humans. Some scientists stood in the belief that the Artican Species was far older than humanity. And had achieved sentience much earlier. Something that others would disagree with. Often the prove they claimed. The fact that the Articans encountered so far seemed temperamental. Almost predatory and savage in a way. Despite their technological superiority they seemed almost a feral society. In defiance of their sophisticated mannerisms and presentation. It was a most odd combination yet one that people understood where they to meet one. The gender roles seemed backwards to what humans were used to and not a single human had ever seen a male Artican.

Facing off against each other were two fleets. On one side the Terran confederacy and on the other the Artican Empire. A Truce existed between the two races. Something even approaching friendship. Yet the cultural difficulties seemed to be hard to overcome.

Overseeing the Artican side of negotiation. Was Breena T'gon the Councilor Regent of the Artican contact fleet. She as many of the high ranking females had her own vessel. Which was more of a pleasure cruiser rather than a warship. She would never bow down to the indignity of having to share the same space with lowly humans. Not when they allowed males to roam about like equals! Ridiculous!

She often wondered how negotiations could ever be made with such backwards people. She wondered why they did not prey on the damn things, that's how it would end anyway. Hell that was the way it always ended!

She smirked to herself, patience had never been her strong suit. Long had she pondered releasing her position to some lower female. Perhaps it was time, she had only been doing this for seven years now, a very short time indeed. Little did the humans know that she was no diplomat at all, in fact none of them were! After exploring the human history. They deemed it necessary to conceal the real facets of Artican society from the primitive apes. One way to do so was to put up this facade, making it easier to study them. Fascinated by these creatures in the beginning and still was. Her patience was at an end and her real purpose beckoned again. In the thousand or so years she had been alive. She never remembered any period where she held a pseudo job for such a long time. Articans after all did not coexist, they were predator and everyone else was prey!

Breena yawned and stretched her body out on the comfortable lounger. A scantily clad young female fed her fruits each time she opened her mouth. Yes working was getting tired. I will see about this male before I take my leave. Perhaps the human will give me the excuse I have been waiting for. The reason to finally quit this tedious diplomatic pretense. Get back to what she was good at, what she really enjoyed doing!

“I need to get ready for the evening. Send for the sisters' girl!"

She relaxed underneath the gazeebo on top of the grassy hill. Inside one of her luxurious artificial outdoor areas. One of her more favored places onboard her personal cruiser. The place had about everything a woman might want.

How can this male hold such a place in my heart? It's not as if I know the creature at all. He was also attractive. Never had she seen a human male that stirred interest. It was most unusual. She was not alone in this sentiment either. Both sisters were curious about him. Then again they most often shared everything they had. Not only were they her subordinates but friends as well. Most probably I have transmitted this interest towards them. She pondered. Funny how they influenced each other like this all the time. Only yesterday her ebon guardian Neela. Was disgusted by the male creatures of the species. She probably still was. He was different somehow. He might be imprinted on me but the same pheromones will affect them to some extent too! No it cannot be. He is human god damn it. Yet who even cares if he is human. He is a damn male! A male! Males and females did not bond. Never had she heard of a male bond mate. Males were not even popular slaves. They did not have the same character as females. The same strength or will to fight. What fun was there in prey that did not struggle. Did not fight.

Although it would be interesting to see how a human would cope. They are weak yes. They do not have the same muscle density we do. Descended from pathetic omnivores. Weak muscles she thought, but then again he would be completely at her mercy when the collar is in place anyway. This would be different but who was to say it could not be interesting!

She shook her head and focused her eyes. I am being silly she thought. I don't even know if he is bonded to me. Hmm. He does not have to be.

“He is your bond mate Ma'am. The life giver confirms it" A voice came as Neela and Miila walked up the hill towards her.

Miila continued.

“He isn't bonded to us Ma'am but we can also feel it. The attraction from him is strong. Yet he is submissive. Most unusual."

Neela snorted.

“Offcourse he is submissive he's a male!"

Miila regarded her sister.

“Yes but that is not their way. In addition the most unusual thing here is the fact he is a bonded match to an Artican. The bonded couples we are used to are female and thus neither party will be submissive. The stronger one always has to break the weaker one."

Breena cut into the conversation.

“Well we do not know this creature very well. I do agree he seems very submissive than again I feel it is more his age, he is a child. This intrigues me I must confess. Whatever happens girls. We will have fun tonight!"

She smiled as she gazed out the transparent dome at the twinkling stars, tonight he would be hers!

Not far away on the C.S Terra station Terry was getting his last briefing before leaving to meet with Breena T'gon. He was given a comprehensive guide to all things Artican. At least the minuscule amount that humans actually did know about them.

It surprised him to find out how limited their knowledge was. It all boiled down to not offending them, something he felt confident he had already learned. Not feeling nervous yet but somehow he knew that would change as soon as he saw her. Something about that woman made him quiver and yet he longed to see her again. At the same time attracted to her and utterly terrified. Despite her being intimidating the other two were equally as much. Especially the dark one with the piercing green eyes.

“Well are there any questions before we head off?"

Sara asked him and continued as he shook his head.

“The Artican shuttle should be here by now."

He walked through the sliding door towards the waiting transport. Behind him Sara and two navy men also embarked. The shuttle, completely empty and not even a pilot visible, was flown by a smart AI. There wasn't much talking on the way there. The soldiers seemed confident and that small observation made Terry relax. Undecided whether he was disappointed they came along or if he was relieved. Probably a little bit of both.

“Remember Terry there is nothing to worry about. We will be there with you the whole time and even if we get separated we won't be far off." Sara gave his shoulder a reassuring squeeze. His face broadcasting the stress he was feeling.

Ship after ship flitted by. The human vessels of all shapes and sizes but after a while the last one disappeared. Welcomed by the broad ocean of nothing, stars as far as the eyes could see. This empty space not lasting for long as the first Artican ship loomed into view. The stories did not do them justice for they were simply gargantuan. Huge looming dreadnoughts of metallic grandeur, dozens of them at least. It made the human fleet seem pathetic in comparison.

They approached a smaller Artican ship and it became clear this was the destination. This was no warship for they could see bio domes and open recreational areas, it was a pleasure barge.

Soon they saw nothing but the looming side of the ship as they approached a hangar bay. The shuttle crossed the force field separating the interior from the coldness of space. Coming to a gentle stop on the hangar floor. The door came open almost silently. All they could see at first were two silhouettes as their eyes adjusted to the light.

Neela and Miila were standing there waiting for them. The dark coated Artican scowled at them and said.

“Follow me!" Her voice sounded almost repulsed as she turned around and walked off.

“What the hell is her problem." One of the navy men muttered. He quieted down when Sara gave him a reproaching look.

They followed her out the hangar door towards the interior of the ship. Miila coming behind them, a light shadow following their every step. They were led through a few hallways. Around a bend or two until eventually they came to a door. Entering through the automatic doorway. Were they encountered one of the most wondrous site any of them had ever seen.

Around them were plants of all kinds. Trees and bushes, flowers and vines. Even some flying creatures that reminded them of earth avians. Some sort of mix between a lizard and a bird. Above them they could see the starlit heavens only separated from them by a glass dome. Through this bio dome a small creek snaked its way. The gentle sound of water completing this paradise. In the center of this garden surrounded by the running water was a small hill where on top stood a small gazeebo. Breena relaxed underneath on a comfortable chaise lounge. She smiled a large smile as they approached her sharp fangs glistening in the natural light.

Terry almost sighed when he saw her. She was lovely. Wearing a blue silky dress made out of a fabric that revealed quite the amount of flesh. It was split up both thighs, the split riding high enough to leave little to the imagination. Long shapely legs were crossed upon the chaise lounge.

“Welcome Sara. So nice to see you again!" She ignored Terry and the two Soldiers.

“Please come and sit here with me my friend." She beckoned to a second chaise lounge, between them was a lower sitting foot rest.

“Your males can stand there in the corner with the sisters." Her eyes fell on Terry and for a moment he could see the same hunger there from before.

“Bring the boy with you!" She added.

Sara lay down in the lounge, returning Breena's smile.

“Good to see you as well Councilor." She said and tilted her head.

“Can Terry please join us?" She added, asking for her permission so he could sit down.

“Yes sit down boy!" Breena said with a dismissive wave of her hand.

Terry did as he was told, sitting down on the small foot rest. He tried his best not to stare at her but every moment she spent in his line of vision was one that made him more nervous. Strangely, at the same time it was quite pleasant looking at her. In his mind she was the loveliest woman he had ever seen. His emotions towards her confused him. Every moment that passed while he was with her seemed like seconds.

She saw him staring at her and returned a mischievous smirk before turning towards Sara.

“Now my friend it saddens me to tell you that I am leaving!" She remarked as she laid back on the lounge.

“I have an old profession that beckons and frankly, diplomatic work now bores me! There is only one thing left for me to do before I can leave this dreadful place"

Sara seemed somewhat surprised at this.

“That is sad to hear Councilor. You will be missed. What is it that you need before you leave?"

The artican smiled at the sentiment, yet this smile was terrifying. The horrible promise in the sharp fangs.

“I will miss you to. As for what I need. Well I am sorry it has to end this way!" Sara gasped as the Artican leapt to her feet. Shooting over Terry at alarming speed and landing on top of her.

He had never before in his short life seen terror like this. Breena ripped the woman's throat out. Blood gushed everywhere covering the councilor and large parts of it landed on him. He couldn't breathe as he fell of the foot rest. Backing up in desperation. Until his back was firm against the chaise lounge Breena had been laying on mere seconds before. His eyes were wide open in panic as he watched the feral creature ripping into the woman's larynx.

Sara shivered in the articans arms and shortly stopped moving. She slid from Breenas arms and the blue piercing eyes turned on him. the lower part of her silver face was completely covered in blood.

He called over to the soldiers. The small spark of hope extinguished when he saw the other two Articans. Both standing over mangled remains. They too covered in crimson. His head jerked back too Breena as she started approaching him. He franticly kicked his legs trying to get away. His back pushing against the lounge until he could get no further. Wedged in between it, and the foot rest. It never crossed his panicked mind to simply stand up.

She was almost upon him.

“Please, don't get any closer. Please…" He begged, utterly terrified."

She did not come his way after all but stopped at the other end of the chaise lounge.

“Come here boy!" She said in a firm voice, beckoning at him with a finger.

He did not move at all. His limbs where frozen and all he could do was wait to die.

“I said come here boy!" She repeated in a much firmer tone, practically growling at him. The sound of her voice left no doubt as to what might happen if he did not comply.

Shaking and sobbing with fright Terry got to his feet and moved towards her, keeping his distance.

“Closer Male!" She screamed at him this time.

He was startled at the venom in her voice and almost found himself crying. He liked Sara and she… She murdered her!

He moved a little closer.

Her blue eyes never appeared more piercing than they did at that moment.

He could not hold it in anymore and felt tears falling from the corner of his eyes. He lost his courage to approach. Backing away from her thinking of escape when he bumped up against Neela who was standing behind him.

Breena was now in his face. He could smell the blood on her as the silver hand gripped his neck. She pulled him towards her, catching him in a deadly embrace. He felt her hot breath against his neck. Felt the warm blood on her face.

“Please I don't want to die. Please don't kill me!" He sobbed to her.

“Please, I thought you liked me…" He started crying. Closing his eyes and moving his head away. Waiting for the killing blow. The claws at his neck were firm against his skin, holding him fast. He felt a hand on his cheek, stroking him and a gentle voice spoke into his ear.

“Shush my pet it's ok. I do like you!" She licked at his cheek and he could feel her lean back to look at him again.

“Now open your eyes." She added in an almost motherly voice.

Through his tears he saw a metallic object in her hands. He felt Neela behind him moving closer and grasping the back of his arms. Wedged between the two women he knew there was no hope of escape. Even if he could there was always the third one standing right there, ready to pounce.

It was a metallic band she was holding, silver metal with no visible breaks or divisions. Despite this, somehow it did open and he realized it was a collar.

“Do you know what this is?" She asked him.

He shook his head.

“This is my collar. This insignia here marks who ever wears this as my property." She continued.

He could see ascribed lettering on the front, in a language he could not understand.

“Do you understand boy?" He was bewildered at what he was hearing.

“What do you mean your property?" He gasped. “Me?" He said in a weak voice.

“Oh yes you!" She purred at this. She was enjoying his misery.

He could not believe he had been so wrong. Before he might have thought her bad tempered and stern. Now he realized she was sadistic, a monster. He felt anger rising in him now. Angry at how she had slaughtered Sara. Killed two men for no real reason!

“I am a human being! You can't do this to me!" He said with gritted teeth.

She chuckled at his angry words and he felt the claws dig into his neck.

He felt tears of pain as she pulled him against her with strength that seemed super human. He felt her hot breath in his face, her mouth inches away, sharp teeth that only moments ago severed meat and bone.

“You are whatever I want you to be! Now either I put this collar around your neck and claim you as my possession or you die? So which will it be boy?"

She sensually breathed the word boy as the final warning, playing with every word on her tongue. She enjoyed calling him that.

He realized she loved humiliating him. He shivered as he saw the promise in her eyes. He tethered between anger and fear, forcing himself to submissively advert his gaze. Relaxing his body, signaling his surrender. It was either that or she would tear his neck out as well. He had no choice and no reason to doubt her threats.

She placed the metallic band around his neck and closed it with an audible click. It felt cold against his skin and as he felt it close he felt the greatest sense of despair he had ever felt in his life. The finality of it rocked the fabric of his being.

She cooed to him as she closed the metal around his neck.

“There now my pet. I know that you might be confused by our ways but I will teach you! We will teach you!"

She beckoned towards Neela and Miila as she let go of him and backed away. She looked him up and down, as if she was examining a new toy. It sent shivers down his spine.

“Now boy, this defiance cannot be tolerated. Your behavior is not fitting of a slave in my keep."

He did not answer.

You murdered Sara and two men and talk to me about behavior. He dared not voice his thought.

He felt Neela let go of him and for the first time he relaxed, convinced they would not kill him just yet.

Breena continued.

“Before we wash up and change from these dirty clothes."

She scowled as she examined her dress, acting like this was some minor inconvenience. She looked up and gave him a stern look.

“We must teach you some basic ground rules. Now, get on your knees!"

When he did not comply fast enough he felt Neela behind him kick at the back of his knees forcing him down. He looked up at her with hateful eyes.

“Whenever you are in my company this is the proper place for you. On your knees looking up at those that are your better. From this day onward. You will address all females as Mistress and you will avert your eyes unless told otherwise. Your eyes belong on the ground! Do you understand slave?"

She crossed her arms and the smile on her face was brighter than any he had seen before. It was not the same smile as before though. This one was predatory, possessive. Not joyful nor friendly in any way.

His anger rose in him again. “I am not a slave! People will notice when we don't return. You won't get away with this!"

He spat back.

She brimmed when she listened to him and her eyes darted towards the sisters standing behind him.

“Oh my, I am going to enjoy this so much." She licked her lips as her eyelids narrowed.

He couldn't breathe as the band around his neck narrowed by its own accord. He started to panic as he rolled around on the floor trying to get the accursed thing of him.

“Crawl here boy and kiss my feet! Beg my forgiveness and I will allow you to breathe."

She playfully remarked, her enjoyment evident.

He desperately did as she said, crawling towards her.

She backed off a little bit every time he was close, tormenting him with sweet release. Then when he was afraid he would black out he finally got a hold of one of her feet. He kissed at it and almost cried when he could breathe again. He gasped for air and lay there at her feet, too exhausted to move. When he retained some of his energy back he tilted his head to the side. He noticed movement of to the side in the night sky.

It was the shuttle they had come in on, it was leaving.

He felt her foot come down on his head holding him in place. Then he heard the venomous voice.

“Watch the shuttle boy. Watch!"

He saw it flying towards the human fleet becoming smaller with every passing moment. Finally, when he thought it had disappeared from view he saw the explosion. The surrounding stars were overwhelmed by a crimson petal of fire. His heart sank. He felt his tears collect on the ground as her boot pushed his face against it, forcing him to watch it all enfold. He understood what she was doing. Now they would think he was dead. No one would know he was there.

“Your DNA will be found onboard and after an inquiry it will be deemed an accident. Face it human. There is no escape for you. You are mine now! If you behave and do as you are told you might yet live! Now do you finally understand boy?"

He grimaced in pain as the boot pressed his head into the grass.

“Yes I understand." He sobbed against the pain.

“Yes what!" She spat at him.

He cried out as she pushed down harder. He did not know what she wanted and he begged her to stop, the pressure on his head was excruciating.

“Please stop I don't know what you want. Please…" He wailed.

“What am I to you male!" She replied.

He remembered now and desperately replied.

“Yes Mistress. I understand. Please…"

She seemed happy for now and he felt the pressure alleviate but the boot remained.

“Now you lay there for a moment slave and you appreciate being under my heel! You take in this moment and you remember it! This is what the rest of your life is going to be. You are nobody. You are nothing! Your only purpose in life is to please me!"

The agony inside was growing as the truth of his situation started to set in.

“You are fortunate boy to have me. Not all females would have bothered to guide you as I will. So you thank your Mistress for what she is doing for you!"

He sobbed and gave in not wanting her to hurt him again, utterly subdued by now.

“Yes Mistress thank you Mistress!" He sobbed back.

“That's a good boy!" She replied as one would to a dog.

“Now this collar you wear is as you will discover, completely under my control. With only a thought I can take your breath away. It can give you pains in ways you cannot even imagine."

He screamed as loud as he ever had in his life. Horrendous agony shot throughout him. His head and whole body struggled and shook against her boot yet she held him down easily. Afterwards he could only lay there and remember to breathe, that was all he could manage.

“Oh my what a lovely scream my pet." She sounded turned on by his agony. “A sample of what it can do. Also remember this if you ever think of escaping. If you try, believe me you will be sorry." Her cruel voice left no doubt as to the validity of her remark. “You will lay there with the pain and when I find you. That will be the moment you realize there is even worse agony out there!" Her words dripped in promise and he did not doubt her at all. All hope was leaving him inch by inch.

He felt her foot leaving his head and shortly after she said in a firm voice.

“Get up."

He got to his feet and stared at her utterly defeated.

She slapped him hard against the face.

He felt the burning sensation in his cheek. He fought the tears and looked at her.

She slapped him again.

“Eyes to the ground slave. You can look at me when I am speaking to you and as a matter of fact I expect you to look me in the eyes when I do. In between that, your eyes remain on the ground where they belong."

He nodded, resigned to his fate.

She slapped him again even harder.

He gasped in surprise and swallowed down the tears again.

“Remember the appellation! You don't just nod at me boy! You answer properly and you thank me!"

She growled at him.

“Yes Mistress. Thank you Mistress"

He replied keeping his eyes to the ground.

“Good. You behave and you do as you are told and you will be treated fairly."

She spun and slapped him even harder than before.

He felt blood leaking from his nose and tasted metal in his mouth his lip split.

He started crying and felt close to hyperventilating from panic. He couldn't take anymore.

“Please stop hurting me Mistress. Please…" He begged her. Her whole demeanor turned more gentle as she stroked his burning cheek.

“Do you know why I did that?"

She asked him.

“No I don't know."

He genuinely did not.

“You didn't do anything wrong that last time pet. I did it because I could! Because I wanted to. You see I want you to learn that your nothing. You have no control. Your nothing but an object for my amusement, for my pleasure. You exist because I will it! So keep me happy if you want to go without pain!"

She traced her fingers against his cheek, the look on her face kind and almost motherly.

“See I can give you pain and I can give you pleasure!"

Her touch did feel good and a part of him already believed he could gain some comfort from her. The part of his mind that existed for survival took over and he started sobbing. It hurt so much, he was in so much pain, both in body and mind and he could not take anymore. He needed someone to help him and she was the only one. Collapsing to his knees he embraced her midsection and pressed his face against her. He clung to her begging her for mercy, for comfort. Tears rolled down his cheeks.

“Please Mistress don't hurt me anymore I will be good. Please I want to go home. I want my family. Please…"

She embraced him back and stroked his hair as she cooed to him. “Shush my pet, we are now your family and your home is here with us!"

That wasn't what he wanted to hear but at least she was not hurting him anymore and her embrace did feel comforting.

Breena chuckled as she kept stroking his head. Off to the side Neela looked horrified as she watched. She noticed the expression on her face. “He is my bond mate. Although I don't think he is completely broken yet."

Terry was completely oblivious to all their talks. All he wanted was the safe haven of her embrace. He was not in a sane state of mind Seeking her for protection despite the fact she was the one who hurt him.

“Well enough of this for now." Breena kissed the top of his head. “We will continue your training later boy. For now, let's all retreat to the springs and clean up." He shivered in fright when she talked about continued training. She chuckled. “You will be trained pet, you have much to learn, behave and do as you are told and it will go much easier for you!" She smiled and forced him to look up at her. Fingers running through his hair and pulling him up from the safety of her stomach.

“Now let me show you boy, the pleasures I talked about, but remember you must behave!"

He much preferred this side of her. He allowed her to guide him up.

She accepted a brown leather leash, handed to her by Miila. On the end there was a simple piece of metal the same as the one in his collar. She pushed it against the front of his neck, against the metal band where somehow the two fused together. He examined the leash and found no borders between the two it was almost as if the two metals were now one. The beautiful Artican tugged on the leash and lead him away like a simple dog. He resigned himself to this and followed the three females to the other side of the dome. On the opposite side of the hill, hidden from view was a pool of natural springs. This was artificially made but it looked like the real thing. Hot water running down gently sloping rocks, collecting in a large pool.

Two more Artican females waited for them. These as himself were slaves. They hardly had any clothes on, dressed in mere loin cloths and were wearing the same metal collars as he was. The two slaves stared at him in wonderment as they approached. He was not something they were used to seeing. Despite him being a slave as well, they looked at him with the same demeaning eyes as the other three. He was even lower than other slaves due to the fact he was male. Strange that he would elicit more response than the fact that they were all covered in blood. Terry found some of his old resolve and decided. Even if there was no hope of escape and no option other than obedience. He would at least do what he originally so desired. He would put all of his self into learning about their society. If they planned to take his old life and all his dreams from him. He would at least keep that part for himself, locked away somewhere, where they, could not get at it!

The two slave women were both topless their breasts naked to the eye. Their figures, every way as perfect as the Artican females he had seen so far. This prompted a question in his mind. He wondered if this was the way with all of them. Was there a social convention that dictated this? Was it inherent to their genes. Another question he would learn the answer to. In league with all he thought before, this simple question gave him some hope and meaning back. He would learn about them.

Their nakedness, as well as it puzzled him, also stirred the old fear. He felt himself blushing and averting his eyes. Part of him afraid they would notice his eyes upon them. His greatest fear was the fact he didn't know what to do, how to behave. Much to his horror the two slaves started removing the clothes from the other three women. Leaving behind nothing to hide their nakedness. He tried without success not to look but everywhere he did there were now naked Artican women.

His eyes found his Mistress and he had to bring all his will to bear to keep his jaw of the floor. She was stunning, even smeared in blood as she was. Complete perfection of the female form. The entirety of her body was exactly the same as a human woman. Apart from the healthy silver coat covering her from top to bottom and the long bushy tail behind her. He noted the discoloration running throughout her form. Her stomach and the inside of her feet were somewhat lighter than the rest of her. Sculpting the already impeccable shape of her body. There wasn't an inch of fat anywhere except the areas where it belonged. Her breasts were the ideal size for her body and their shape conformed to the contours of her chest. Her pink nipples where hard from the cool air. She turned and he marveled at her lovely behind, and there connected, her two impossibly long legs. His eyes traced up her back and all the way around to the chiseled and flat stomach down to the lips between her legs. He could see the pinkness down there.

He realized with horror that she noticed him staring at her. The blush on his face threatened to kill him off sheer embarrassment. She stared back at him and ever so slowly ran her tongue between her lips. He recognized the lust in her eyes and realized it was directed at him. She enjoyed him examining her. This made him blush even harder! She grinned with that old hungry look in her eyes and looked down her nose at him.

“Remove your clothes pet!" She spoke in a low voice. He could hear the desire behind those words.

He hesitated. “I…"

She narrowed her eyes at him and he sensed the commitment behind her will.

He averted his eyes in shame as he started unbuttoning his shirt. He went through each one but hesitated again as he sensed that all eyes in the room where now on him. As he looked between all the women he felt like a mouse surrounded by cats. He hurried when he sensed them getting impatient. Soon his shirt was off and they could see his naked chest. The look in their eyes was appreciative and they seemed quite curious.

“Good boy." His Mistress purred to him. “Now the pants!"

He swallowed his pride as he felt the humiliation course through him. Feeling like nothing more than a piece of meat for their amusement. He removed his pants until he was standing in nothing but his underwear.

The Artican woman whom he now called Mistress could not have been enjoying this more. The look on her face was one of pure unadulterated desire. She laughed at his embarrassment. “Everything boy. I want to see you!" She taunted him.

He swallowed the lump in his throat and removed the undergarment. Covering his nakedness with his hands, which only made her laugh even more. She was relishing this. Playing with his insecurities, enjoying his innocence. Something she planned to take away from him.

She walked up to him. Naked herself, only inches away. The smile on her face was one of seduction and desire. She gazed into his eyes and down at his hands. She turned her blue piercing gaze back up and said. “Now remove your hands. I want to see that cock!" She purred with excitement.

He hesitated when he felt her hands on him but submitted to the gentle pressure as she moved his hands apart. Away from his groin.

She stared down at his exposed member that was already erect and she liked what she saw. She stared at it for a good while, her tongue running over her lips.

“We can use this girls!" She called out, teasing him.

He blushed the deepest he had so far and tried to ignore the prying eyes of all the females there. Miila even went out of her way to tug at it. Breena slapped at her hand. “Hey I will let you play with him later, right now though he is mine!" She smirked at the snow colored Artican and gripped him herself. Even this dainty touch was enough to send pleasure rushing through him.

She pulled him by his cock into the hot spring before flitting away from him towards the far end of the pool. The crimson trail follwing her through the water sent shivers up his spine. He followed behind the three women as they ventured further into the water. Washing their bodies of the bloody deed. Behind them the two slaves walked around the pool where they waited at a tropical bar. That was exactly where the three women headed and found places against the end of the spring. Where they sat and relaxed in the warm water. Of to the side he noticed what seemed like a small closed of alcove where the water was only two or three inches deep. When he came closer Breena caught the end of his tether as it floted around in the water and pulled him in closer.

“Come here and sit with us pet. Would you like something to drink?" She released the leash from his collar and tossed it to one of the slaves. How she disconnected that lead he has no idea.

“Yes please Mistress. Thank you so much." He replied. He was thirsty.

“Give us some wine!" She called to the slave girls.

He accepted a wine glass from one of the slaves as she passed it to him. “Thank you. Uhm…" He hesitated, not sure how to address them. He looked to Breena.

She saw his confusion and answered. “You are a male. All females are above you, even slaves. You must address them accordingly as Mistress. You must obey them as all females as long as it does not contradict what I command!"

He should have known but turned his gaze down. “Yes Mistress."

He looked back towards the slave who handed him the drink. Averting his eyes as he was taught. “Thank you Mistress." She nodded and moved back towards the bar where she waited with her tray.

“Oh and girl, bring me what I asked for earlier!" Breena pushed herself closer to him as the other woman passed her a small white pill. She rested the arm holding her wineglass behind his back. Pushing the pill against his mouth with the other.

“Swallow this boy."

He did as he was told but asked her what it was.

“This will keep you hard long enough so we can all use your cock tonight!"

She had a hungry look in her eyes and he saw what she had planned later. Despite the fact that he had no saying in the matter he found it exciting.

The time passed as they lounged there in the warm water. There wasn't much conversation as everyone was content laying back and relaxing. He used the time to study them, trying to be subtle about it. Not very successfully for they were busy doing the same thing. Despite this he sneaked a look here and there. Noting the distinct differences in the three females. Miila seemed a little more petite than the other two. All he could see right then was her face but even going by that he could see how she was smaller. Neela on the other hand was very similar in stature to Breena. With a face that seemed somewhat more chiseled and all the angles seemed harsher. His Mistress finally had a face that seemed almost fairy like with blue eyes that seemed to glow in the dim light.

The first thing he felt was her presence as she leaned over him. He could perceive her scent even there in the water. Something that reminded him of roses and cinnamon.

Her hand stroked all over his body, fingers exploring the contours of his muscles. He felt her massaging hand moving over his chest. Then ever so slowly she started moving downwards. By the time she reached between his legs he was already hard and had been so for a good long while. She moved closer against him and he felt her other hand move to the back of his head. Her fingers grasping a handful of hair and pulling his head back. Exposing the neck to her exploring tongue. She stroked his member with teasing hints of pleasure but never committing. She fondled his balls as she found his eager mouth and forced her tongue against his.

Miila purred right into his ear. He opened his eyes and she and Neela where right there, having moved to get a better view of the two of them. “So Breena Ma'am. Want to take him to the alcove?"

The tone of her voice spoke of pleasures.

Breena grinned at the two of them and gave his cock another squeeze causing him to squirm. “Oh yes let us use him." She said and he sensed in her eyes as she gazed at him the message that this was his purpose, an object to be used.

They led him to the alcove that in a way reminded him of a cozy little cave. They gained access through steps. leading them into the room where the water was merely two or three inches deep. There wasn't much lighting inside the natural looking enclosure. Yet the light from outside danced reflectively all along the chamber. Providing more than enough illumination.

Around the whole of the circular chamber. numerous manacles and chains hung from the walls. Some set straight into the stone and others hanging from chains.

“Now lie down pet and keep your head to the wall!" She told him as she gave his cock another stroking with her hand.

He placed his back against the wall between a set of manacles. Eyeing them before lowering himself to the ground. He grew nervous again. Fearful that the presence of the restraints might indicate more torture. The look on his Mistress calmed his nerves somewhat, she seemed in mood for other things than pain.

She maneuvered him toward a set of manacles that hung from a chain. Almost reaching the floor, stopping mere inches above it. He felt the cold metal against his skin as she fastened first one hand and then the other. One might think that being detained would have caused him fear. Heightening the now forgotten panic he felt only moments before. The truth, he was more aroused than ever before. The hardness between his legs was practically painful.

Breena sat on his upper legs, her shapely thighs on either side of his hips. The mound of her sex pressed against his throbbing erection. She looked down her nose at him as her fingers traced along the sensitive skin of his cock. She plucked at it, as if picking flowers from her garden.

“Well now boy. We are all going to take turns fucking you but sadly there is only room for one of us at a time. Don't think that lets you of the hook though. You have to please all of us. I will fuck you first but you must pleasure Neela with your tongue while poor Miila waits for her turn!"

She tugged on his cock as if to make a point.

“When I have finished with you, Miila will take her turn fucking you. Then Neela when she undoubtedly wants another turn after you eating her out! Or however it goes male you will pleasure us all! Do you understand?"

He was so turned on by this point all he could do was nod, then adding “Yes Mistress."

She moved up his body and then reached down between her legs. He felt her fingers gripping him and then ever so slowly he felt her insides enveloping his cock. It was almost as if he was surrounded by a living breathing ocean of pleasure. He felt her wetness as she came down on him, sitting down, her weight upon him and his cock nestled deep inside her. The look of ecstasy on her lovely face was exquisite as she started moving against him. Grinding her groin down against him. Moving up and down, her opening enveloping him again and again.

He closed his eyes and almost came right away from the over bearing torrent of pleasure. He was distracted when he felt a shadow above him and saw Neela standing above him. She spread the folds of her pussy with two fingers, the pink flower a contrast to her black coat. With her other hand she showed him her clitoris with a single finger rubbing against it.

“You concentrate your tongue here boy! You are expected to lick everywhere else as well but mainly in the beginning. I like that! Also at the start you can vary the rhythm but later on when I get close you do it with the same rhythm. When you find the one that pleases me you keep doing that. Am I clear human?"

He moaned his answer back to her. “Yes Mistress. Thank you for teaching me Mistress."

She didn't delay and sat on his face, her sculpted thighs on either side of his head. Thankfully though she did not put her full weight on him.

He had never done such a thing before but got to work as well as he could manage. He tried a small lick at first, running his tongue against the clitoris. Finding that he quite liked the taste of her. He experimented with other areas of her pussy. Licking up and down the whole length and even tried pressing his tongue inside. He made sure to keep his attention to the little button. Much to his growing pleasure he felt her start to grind against him.

Breena was enjoying herself on top of him, bracing against Neela. She stroked and fondled her breasts. The other woman moaned against her and ground her pelvis into the slaves' head. His cock moved inside her but as the sounds of his moans grew louder. She pressed her claws against his neck, bracing herself as she started to fuck him even harder. She spoke to him through barely contained moans. “Whenever you feel yourself coming boy you will let me know and you will ask my permission! This cock belongs to me now!"

The sound of her voice saying those words were enough to send him tethering to the edge. He almost screamed in desperation his response to her. “Please Mistress I'm almost there!"

She sighed in ecstasy when she heard his reply. Slowing down and yet not stopping.

“You can come pet. Come into your Mistress. Give me your cum boy!"

He could barely contain his gratification when she gave him permission. Realizing that her slow pace was no less satisfying or fulfilling. There was nothing that could stop the coming climax now. Every movement of her hips was felt, every detail of her pussy felt. Slowly ever so slowly she ground against him and then it happened.

He felt himself explode inside her. Every feeling now a thousand times stronger. Every sensation her insides brought upon him were like torture. Like some sort of benign suffering, as if pleasure could be so strong as to over load all senses. He squirmed against her as he felt her clamp down on him. Her pussy throbbing with a life of its own. She was doing this on purpose, squeezing him with muscles he didn't know women had. He forgot all about licking the pussy. He shivered and shook as she clamped her thighs down on him, urging him to continue. When all this became too much he begged Breena to stop but she kept on moving against him. Gleefully chuckling at his desperate pleads. Finally, she relented and he could at last breathe again. This had been the best orgasm he had ever felt. He could do nothing but lay there. Gasping and struggling for breath between Neelas thighs. His cock throbbing inside Breena.

“Good boy." She purred.

He felt her get off and sighed into the pussy he was licking at as a warm mouth engulfed him. She greedily lapped up the rest of his cum. He felt a second mouth there and a second tongue as the white Artican tasted him. He moaned and sighed as his sensitive cock was licked and sucked by the two women.

“Can I try him now." He heard Miila ask. Breena gave her consent and much to his surprise he was ready for another round. He felt the other woman straddle his hips. Moaning as he felt himself slide inside of her. She rode him, keeping her weight further back, her hands on his feet as she bounced up and down. He felt a tongue down there as well. Realizing that breena was licking at them. The sounds she made were ones of wanton desire.

“That's it pet. I want you to cum again for me. I want to taste more of it." Her hot breath fell on his cock as her servant rode him. Miila moaned aloud and Breenas tongue franticly licked at her.

Feeling that tongue down there and the throbbing of the other woman's sex was almost too much for him. He tried to focus on the pussy he was supposed to be licking. Especially now as the black furred creature on his face was moaning and grinding at him. His attentions were working. Thinking of her words to him before he tried keeping up the same tempo, licking again and again at her clitoris. It was getting harder and harder to breathe as she ground harder and harder into his face. Her claws digging into his scalp as she gripped his hair and pulled him even closer. He was soaked by her juices. He tried to keep it up and breathe at the same time, delirious from lack of oxygen. Neela screamed a feral sound, a mixture between a howl and a moan. She pushed herself fully on top of him as the orgasmic shock rushed throughout her body. Gripping his hair pulling him even harder against her.

Terry felt himself lingering in a state between consciousness and pure pleasure. His oxygen starved brain erupted yet again in a massive orgasm. He managed to plead for permission to cum again. Almost in tears when finally, his Mistress gave him leave. His cock jumped and throbbed inside of the white coated artican. Yet was wrenched out and right into the waiting warm and hungry maw of his Mistress. She licked and gobbled up his cum. Whispering encouragements in between the greedy gulps.

Their cries were joined by the fourth voice. Miila rubbing at her clit, her orgasm rudely interrupted by her greedy Mentor. Feeling her throbbing thighs against his legs. The tremors translating to his skin as she came on top of him.

All was silent for a bit as he struggled to get the sorely needed air into his lungs. Neela sat down next to his head as she too collected herself. He felt Miila slumped over his knees and his Mistress explored his limp cock. He realized they were not done with him by a long shot!

“How did he perform Neela?" His Mistress asked the female that had come from his oral administrations. Judging by the hunger in her eyes he could see clearly what she wanted.

“We need to teach him Ma'am but it will do for now!" He grimaced to himself as he realized that he was somewhat offended by that statement. First time he had ever done such a thing and well it had worked didn't it?

“Good. Let's give him a little more practice then!" She purred as she climbed onto his chest, staring down at him. His face now between her thighs. His hands still fastened to the wall. It occurred to him how easy it would be for her, to sit down and put her full weight on him. That way he would not be able to breathe at all. He was completely at her mercy. For some reason this turned him on even more so than before, if that was possible.

She picked up on his conflicting emotions. The predatory look of satisfaction flashed in her eyes. She moved up until his head was enclosed between her thighs. He was rendered completely immobile.

“This is your purpose in life. This is where you belong. Between my thighs and under my power. Your whole being set to my pleasure and nothing else. And if you can't do that. Than to any female who wants you! Understand?"

She closed her thighs encircling him even tighter. He smelled her excitement and growing arousal.

He was enjoying this now. A part of him forgot all about what transpired before. He surrendered himself to this burning desire to please her. To be with her, to belong to her.

“Yes Mistress. Please Mistress allow me to please you? Please I beg you! I want to taste you Mistress and pleasure you with my tongue."

She beamed with pleasure as she sensed the genuine want in his pleading voice. She reached out and affectionately stroked his hair.

“Yes my pet. You can!"

She moved up and gave him access to her soaked pussy and he licked and lapped at her folds. His tongue explored her all over, in between the inner and outer lips and inside her to taste the nectar within.

Her pussy was as beautiful as the other before her and even more so. He took his time exploring it and used all he had learned before. He teased her like this before moving onto the spot which he would give all of his attention.

He moaned as a second female straddled his feet. This time it was backwards, her back towards Breena who sat on his face. This female felt different from the other two and he knew it was the fierce black one. She was rougher with her attentions. She literally slammed her behind down with every stroke. This handling had him close to climax almost instantly. He struggled to please the female straddling his face. Somehow he managed to hold it back but he was on borrowed time.

Trying to concentrate on the task at hand he fought with the conflicting emotions inside. With seemingly every stroke of his tongue he wanted more of that woman. He loved the scent of her. He loved the very feeling and texture of every part of her. Thinking about her made him dizzy and gazing at her hurt him somewhere deep inside. Almost as if some kind of loneliness gripped him and yet there he was with her. His tongue against her clit.

Neela moaned her ecstasy as she came on top of him. Her movements coming to a stop as she slammed herself down on him one final time. Feeling her go limp his orgasm started to fade down but the urge was still there as he licked out his mistress.

Breena moaned at his attentions but managed to collect herself. She lifted herself out of reach.

“Leave us!" She commanded with a brisk voice.

He watched the other two leave the alcove. The two slaves. He now realized had been watching this whole time. Followed them out of sight and then he was alone. Alone with his Mistress. Alone with the woman who had taken his freedom and murdered people in cold blood before his very eyes. Not just murdered. But mutilated in a feral non-human way!

She moved further down on his body. Her bottom pushing up against his still erect cock, her face above his own, so close. The ultramarine eyes studied him and he saw a longing in there. Not a mere sexual longing nor the predatory possessiveness from before. Was it love? Whatever it was he saw a great curiousness within, a wonder or amazement.

He felt a connection with her, something between the two of them. Not explained by any knowledge he possessed. He felt the words leave his mouth without the thought behind them. Something told him he could tell her anything, ask her anything. Like he could trust her.

“Why did you kill those people?" He whispered to her. A genuine question asked with all of his innocence and wonder. Again that night he felt tears in his eyes. Despite all the pleasures he had just lived through. “They didn't do anything to you. Now they're gone for no reason!" He sobbed in a soft voice.

She fixed him with a stern look. The cold flame in her eyes boring into him. Her voice was cold and unfeeling towards the people he mentioned. Yet her tone towards him was kind and nurturing. He felt the mentor side of her.

“Oh you, stupid boy. Poor little pathetic creature, you don't understand anything do you!"

He felt her hand at his cheek. She stroked at his skin as she explained. Occasionally stopping, a sharp claw pushing against him as if to make a point. She did not cut him.

“These people had to die for us to be together! A small price to pay for nature to have its course. I always get what I want! In this case it's not even that simple it's also about what you want. Not that you realize yet what you want!"

She was a lunatic, a stark raving, sadistic murderer. No he refused to believe that. But he had witnessed it himself. He saw her bite a chunk out of that woman's neck. She had hurt him and tortured him into doing her bidding all the while covered in Sara's blood. Is this some kind off a cultural difference? That couldn't explain this away. What could than explain this feeling he had towards her. Something told him it was not logical that something out of his control was doing this to him. Every time he looked at her something in his throat constricted. Something in his belly fluttered around and his heart was lifted yet tormented at the same time. He could have sworn he was in love with her! No that didn't make any sense. He had only known her a short while. She was a murderer.

“I…" He started.

“I…" He couldn't finish the sentence. It got caught in his throat.

“Shush my pet I feel it too!" She whispered back to him and for the first time he recognized in her eyes the same emotions.

He felt her hand grasping him again. His cock still at the same erection as before. She gazed deep into his eyes and leaned in for the most tender kiss he had felt. At the same time he felt her hand guide him inside of her.

“Don't worry slave I will explain!" She moved against him, cooing those words to him as her tongue left his mouth.

He realized how ingrained her supremacy was. Even then in her affection towards him she saw him as a lesser being, it was natural to her. The way things were supposed to be. Just as he saw equality as a sure thing. What could she possibly explain?

“In Artican Society as you have noticed we don't have much use for males. They are weaker and not all that intelligent. It is simply a fact. Same as with you humans all though to an even greater extent. We give the few that are around comfortable lives and use them for breeding when needed."

“We are not stupid. We…" He blurted out, without thinking.

He felt none of the malice from before but the tone of her voice held the very same promise none the less.

“Shush boy. You have been forgetting who I am to you quite a few times. I will let it slide for now since you are new to this. Now do you understand? Slave!" She purred the last word as she hungrily licked at his neck. She stopped the sensual movements of her hips, the source of the building pleasure she caused him. She was making a point.

“Yes Mistress. Please forgive me Mistress." He half moaned back in frustration as she stopped moving against him.

“Good boy! Now. You must understand that we are very different from you. A fact that we have chosen to keep from your pitiful species! When you were busy drawing dirty imagery inside some prehistoric cave. We were already busy traveling the stars. You humans are barbaric and backwards, a people not worthy of our time but alas my people are curious. You have not even conquered old age and live a measly hundred years."

He gasped. He was the only human that knew this much. In mere seconds he became the leading expert on Articans. Wait this meant.

“Mistress how old are you?"

She laughed.

“I am over a thousand years old. Believe me when I call you a child!"

Could it be? That they had mastered immortality? It wasn't so unbelievable. According to all the news story it was often spoken about as a thing of reality although it remained out of reach.

“You are tiny and weak and equality between the genders rules in your culture. This thing never existed in our society. The rapacious devour and the weak are eaten. We used to be hunters a long time ago but over the years that evolved into what we have today. The strong hold and support the weak. The weak belong to us who are strong. We provide for them the means of life and they serve us in return. Even though we don't really hunt anymore. That is how it evolved over the millennia's, today we play with our pray rather than devour it."

“Then why Mistress…" He started but gasped as she clamped down on his cock hard. He could feel her around him like a vice. Her control over her pelvic muscles was incredible.

“I am getting to that pet!" She moved against him slowly and her tempo seemed to vary according to his arousal. Whenever he felt himself getting close. He sighed in frustration as she slowed down. Always enough to stretch out his climax. It was near torture by this point.

“We don't have this thing you humans call marriage. Neither do we date or have girlfriends or boyfriends. What we have is bond mates. I don't understand the science behind it but we do no choose our mates. It is a process where pheromones are released to attract a partner. Usually women only ever find one mate. As I said before I am no scientist so I do not understand perfectly how it works. This feeling you have is this process of bonding between us. Females die sometimes when they cannot be together thus I had to have you! Bond mates also are rare. Very rare. And in all cases it is two females. Two Artican females. This has never happened before to my knowledge. You are not the same species as me nor are you female!"

She looked deep in thought for a moment but then she collected herself and continued.

“When two Artican females find each other this way. One will take care of the other. The stronger will break and subjugate the weaker one. So to make a long story short. In the terms you humans use. You are now my bitch."

She laughed a little, happy with her little joke.

All he could do was lay there with an incredulous look on his face.

“Really?" He teased her. Calling her out on something he thought was the worst joke he had heard the entire week.

Even though Articans seemed far removed from humans sometimes. Some things, seemingly carried over and she caught the taunt as it was. Grinning down at him she scolded him.

“Getting feisty are we?" She shot back and squeezed him hard to make a point, eliciting a tortured sob from him.

She stopped moving when she felt his climax approaching again. Then when he had finally cooled of a little bit she kept on with the pleasurable torture. This time she did not even move against him. He felt her insides clench and tighten against him, gently and deftly. Almost as if he was being caressed by a hand. She leaned down and he felt her breath hot against his ear, desperate.

“I enjoy killing! I love the crunch of bones between my jaws. The ripping of flesh and the gushing of blood." She moaned into his ear.

“However, I do not wantonly kill! I did not relish killing these people. It had to be done. I liked Sara. She was my friend. But I had to do it. For us!"

He moaned as she tortured him with the promise of release. Her words caused conflicting emotions within him. Everything she said didn't really make sense. Even the last part about how she didn't want to do it. She was still a monster but at least there was some sort of a moral compass in there. He didn't really care anymore. The only thing he wanted was that climax!

“Yes Mistress I think I understand."

“Please Mistress I am so close. Have been for so long. Please can I cum?"

Terry almost cried out in frustration as her enveloping pleasure was taken from him.

“No pet. You have to work for it!"

She straddled his face again, pushing her clit against his mouth.

“Now make me cum boy and only then shall we consider allowing you to do the same!"

He franticly got to work. Desperate to finish her off so he could finally achieve his much needed release. He moaned in frustration as she stroked him with her expert hand. Keeping up his excitement.

She admonished him after a short while of this. His rush apparent as she scolded him for doing a bad job. It took all of his last remaining focus to calm down enough to do as she asked. He licked at her, running his tongue against her folds. Focusing his attentions against her clitoris. It was torturous business by then, his excitement so great and the release so close. She was insanely good at this. Keeping him at the brink. Bringing him so close he feared he would fall over and yet she would always stop just before.

He got a small break as she arched her back and pushed herself against him. Moaning a hungry loud sound as she came all over his face. Her juices running down his chin. Her well sculpted body shook and throbbed with every bolt of pleasure. The orgasm ran through her like wildfire and she purred encouragements to him. Telling him what a good boy he was as she came against his frantic tongue.

She moved down again. Sitting on his groin as the two of them caught their breaths. His cock nestled between her thighs. Sensing a playful maliciousness in her he could sense his orgasm would not come easy. She smirked at him and stroked his cock. Just not firmly enough to do a proper job of it.

“Now boy. What ever should we do now?" She teased him.

He smiled painfully back at her. Not quite sure if he liked this game. He was dying at this point. All he wanted was to come. He had been tethering on the edge for what felt like forever. He had gotten a small respite as she was busy with her own climax. Now with a mere few strokes of her hands he was there all over again. This time it was even worse.

“Oh good please! Please Mistress. I want to cum." He begged her.

“What cum? Like this. Cum on your stomach?" She feigned bewilderment. Grinning at him.

“But where should I put my cock?" She made a point of reminding him who he belonged to. She enjoyed playing with him.

“Please Mistress. Put it inside you."

The grin on her face turned more sinister in its playfulness.

“Beg me!"

He wanted to shout at her in frustration but tried to sound sincere.

Please Mistress. Please I beg you. Let me inside you. Put it in. Please!"

Her eyes shone with pleasure as he begged like she asked. She slowly sat down on him again. He felt every inch of her very moist pussy slide over the sensitive skin of his cock. Engulfing him all the way down to the hilt. She sat like that for a while, back straight and buttocks firm against him. Her bushy tail drifted behind her. She glowed as she stared down at him, her hands pressed against his chest for balance.

“Now is this what you wanted boy?"

She shifted her weight this way and that, every movement absolute torture! She continued to taunt him. Leaning a bit to one side and clenching her muscles. Gripping him on the inside but never enough for him to actually come. She stared down at him with hungry and teasing eyes. She shifted her weight backwards and with her hands now free. She started playing with her breasts.

He almost exploded as she touched herself. Pushing them against each other. Squishing them together, running her fingers against pink erect nipples. Pulling and exploring them with adept fingers. She brought one up to her mouth. Her tongue snaked out, wet and glistening, and licked at the nipple. Slowly and sensually as she gazed into his eyes.

“You like this?" She teased him.

“Oh god yes Mistress. Please Mistress can I come. Please I can't take it anymore! Please! Oh please!"

He almost had tears in his eyes. Pleading with her. He felt as if he was going insane with pure desire!

She smiled down at him and was getting turned on again herself. He felt the Artican increasing her tempo as she started grinding down on him. She was pushing her clitoris hard against him now yet kept a slow but firm pace. This was enough and he felt himself, again approaching climax.

He was almost there, he felt the orgasm around the corner. She had been holding him at the edge for so long. He had nothing left.

“Mistress I can't hold it anymore I'm almost there!" He pleaded with her.

She leaned down and lay on top of him, her face next to his and he could hear her whispering in his ear. He felt her tongue run against his ear and the breath sudden against his cheek.

“Now, now, boy we need to get your stamina up. I will let you of this time but we need to work on this."

She moaned.

“Now come boy. Put your seed into me pet."

She bit into his ear. Hard.

That was all he needed. He almost tore his own ear of as he thrashed against her in the throes of an even more powerful orgasm than ever before. He felt dimly through a haze of immense pleasure. His cock throbbing inside her tight hole as he emptied every drop he had. He jumped in hyper sensitivity as she continued to clamp down on him with her pelvic muscles. Tears in his eyes as she licked and nibbled at his ear, whispering encouragements to him.

She slid down off to the side and he felt her cuddle against him, a finger running through the hairs on his chest. Her hand was under his head and she pushed herself against him. He heard her voice in his ear.

“That's a good boy." She purred to him.

They both relaxed in the aftermath. Despite the adrenaline induced ecstasy of the evening he felt the old dread creeping. Her sharp claw played against his pectorals. If she hurt him that much in an evening, what could she do in a whole day! Yet the same could be said of the pleasures. He closed his eyes and surrendered to conflicting dreams.

Story by Blodberry

Thank you so much for reading my story I do hope you enjoyed it. Please keep in mind that even though I mostly write these stories for myself I do love sharing them with you! I put a lot of work into writing this and making an audio book from it. So if you could give me a comment that really helps to keep me motivated! I really do love hearing everything you guys have to say. Private messages are also welcome if you feel funny about making public comments.

Blodberry.