Tabitha opened her mouth to protest again and was shocked to feel his big, warm hand traveling down her abdomen to her spread cunt. The silvery Drusinian cords were still holding the lips of her pussy open so he had no trouble at all cupping her mound and thrusting two long, thick fingers inside her just as he had at the auction. Only this time he was doing it with a purpose—to hold her in place.
Tabitha was seething. This was intolerable! She was up on her tiptoes, her arms stretched helplessly above her head and her legs spread wide with his fingers lodged firmly in her cunt as he prepared to beat her.
Before she could think of what to say or do to make him stop, there was another flat slap as the belt landed on her naked ass again and a stinging pain radiated through her offended flesh.
Son of a bitch! Tabitha writhed in anger but only succeeded in pressing his fingers deeper into her pussy. His calloused palm rubbed hard against her sensitive clit, already enflamed by the encircling cords. To her shame and rage, Tabitha felt herself beginning to heat up in a way that had nothing to do with the light of the twin suns of Ortha Six beating down on her head. How dare he do this to her. How dare he beat her and finger-fuck her at the same time, and in public! Captain’s privilege or no captain’s privilege, this was taking things too far!
Smack! Smack! Smack! Tabitha moaned in mingled anger, pain and pleasure as the beating continued. Despite the pain in her ass, or maybe because of it, she could feel her cunt juicing around his invading fingers, making it easier for them to slide inside her. Soon he was pressing against the end of her channel and rubbing her clit with every stroke of his belt, driving Tabitha closer and closer to an unwanted orgasm.
“Damn you, stop it!” she screamed, fighting him harder. “Stop it before I…”
“Before you what?” He wasn’t even out of breath but he did pause between strokes to hear what she had to say.
“Before I…before I come.” She tried to speak with dignity but it was difficult when she could feel her face heating with embarrassment.
He looked down at her, obviously surprised. “You’re about to come? From being whipped?”
“No, not from being whipped,” Tabitha hissed, even though in the back of her mind she thought that having her aloof captain punish her might have something to do with her arousal. Still, she couldn’t tell Keer that—she had to have some other excuse for her body’s sudden betrayal. “It’s…it’s these damn Drusinian love knots,” she explained, nodding down at the cords that crisscrossed her body. “Not to mention the way you’re…touching me.”
“You do seem to be extremely wet.” Captain Keer pulled his fingers out of her cunt and thrust them back in experimentally, making her groan in pleasure. God, much more of that and she was going to come all over his hand whether she wanted to or not!
“Please!” Tabitha tugged uselessly against her manacles, trying not to rub her open cunt against his hard palm in the process. Suddenly all the anger and defiance she had been feeling leaked away, leaving only shame to take their place. “Please, Captain,” she begged in a low voice, looking up into his stern face. “Please don’t make me come in front of all these people. I can’t bear it.” To her horror she could feel hot tears pressing against her eyelids, and try as she might, she couldn’t hold them back.
A flash of what might have been compassion passed through his eyes and he raised the hand holding his belt to her face. Tabitha flinched but he only brushed gently at the tears that were sliding down her cheeks.
“Very well. I’m going to let you down. If you behave like a proper slave I won’t subject you to any more punishment—here anyway.” He frowned, his thick eyebrows drawing low, letting her know that her ordeal wasn’t over yet. But Tabitha was so grateful not to have to endure any more public humiliation that she readily agreed.
“All right, I promise,” she whispered.
Keer nodded and slowly withdrew his fingers. As before he sucked them into his mouth and licked them clean, his gaze never leaving Tabitha’s as he did so. Despite her lingering anger at him and the throbbing in her backside, she couldn’t help catching her breath at the erotic sight.
“You…you don’t have to do that, you know,” she murmured. “I’m sure not all slave owners enjoy the taste of their slaves quite so publicly, so you can stop putting on an act.”
“Who says I’m acting?” He frowned at her again and reached up to unfasten the manacles. “You know, Sergeant Bryce, it occurs to me that if I would have done this or something similar to it a long time ago we might not be in this predicament,” he continued in a low voice.