Clive Bedford - Mistress of torment

"You are highly honored," said Gulda.

"Honored? What the hell do you mean, honored?"

"You are to become the father of a new race of beings," she said, seriously. "From you we are going to breed a new race of Andromedans who will be better suited to survive on this planet."

Gerry stood stupidly, not understanding.

"You're going to breed… from me?"

"Yes. You are going to be our first human donor. From you, over the next ten solar years or so, we shall breed hundreds of thousands, maybe millions of half-human, half-Andromedan people. You will be the donor – and the woman will draw the semen from you!"

Gerry stood silent for a minute or so, trying to gather his wits. To be faced with this, after about ten days in solitary confinement was hard to handle.

"You can't do this to us!" he shouted at last.

"I can. I shall. It is my will," said Gulda, grandly. And suddenly Gerry knew that she could, and would. But he made one more effort. If he had to grovel, for Sonia's sake more than his own, then he would grovel. If he had to humiliate himself, he would do it, for the woman he loved.

"Please," he begged, his voice shaking and broken. "Please don't do this to us… We love one another."

"Love? I've heard of it from Earth people. It means nothing to me." Contemptuously Gulda turned to Sonia. "What are your feelings in the matter?" she asked.

When Sonia spoke, it was like listening to the third-hand reproduction of a very bad tap recording. Every word was deliberate and slow.

"I have no feelings," she said. "I do what I am told to do." Her eyes were dull, lack-luster.

"Do you love this man?"

"He means nothing to me."

"You see? There is no love between you – whatever that may mean!"

"You lie! You have taken away her senses, controlled her mind. That's not the real Sonia speaking!"

"She looks real enough to me!" Gulda's lips were twisted with sarcasm. "Enough of this nonsense. I have had you both brought here so that I may see whether she is competent and whether you are as capable as I seem to remember from another occasion!" Deliberately Gulda crossed one knee over the other, and Gerry saw, with a kind of horror, the high spike heels of her shiny black boots, swinging up and down hypnotically before his eyes.

"I see you remember," said Gulda softly.

"Do you love them, Gerry?"

"No!" he cried. "No!" There was a note of despair in his voice as he looked at Sonia.

"Don't bother with that one," said Gulda. "She thinks no thoughts that are not fed to her. You can forget her – until it is time for her to do her job. Come, kneel down here. You know you want to."

Despite himself, hating himself for it, ashamed to act in that way in front of the woman he loved, Gerry had to obey. Something stronger than his own will forced him to fall heavily on his knees on the padded floor, and to lean slightly forward to plant a kiss on the toe of the glistening boot.

Gulda sat back, a triumphant smile on her face. It was easy to manipulate these creatures, who were so much at the disposal of their senses. She did not think further to consider how much she too was enmeshed. Lack of self-criticism apparently is not a monopoly of human beings!

She moved her foot slightly, and Gerry's lips followed until at last he could move no more because he was in danger of falling forward. Gulda sat forward and unstrapped his hands.

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"Hold my foot," she said, "stroke it." For one mad moment Gerry thought that with a swift movement he could upset Gulda on to the floor, cast her down, capture her – but he realized as quickly that this would be fruitless. He could not hope to keep her subjugated, with maybe a thousand other Andromedans to help her. And in the struggle it was almost certain that Sonia would be killed – and what was the use of that? For the moment, he could abandon himself to this crazy obsession – and he wanted to, with an intensity the greater because for so many years he had kept it repressed, pressed harshly down in his unconscious. It had taken Gulda with her superior ability to understand him, to uncover his desire and to enslave him by it.

Groaning in an access of abasement and self-hatred, Gerry took the glossy boot in both hands and began to smother it with kisses. Inside the plastic sheath, his penis was hard and throbbing. Sonia, the poor, lost girl, the charming companion, the dear companion, was forgotten in her misery.

Tentatively he put out his tongue and began to lick the surface of the shoe, and as he did so, Gulda turned it contemptuously so that the sole was presented to him. He licked that too, and kissed it; and as he did so, slowly, inexorably the heel moved up toward his mouth. At last, he took the sharp spike into his mouth and began to suck it. Unable to stand the pressure any longer, he moved one hand to the sheath covering his penis, but as he touched it, Gulda moved her heel sharply so that it grazed the inside of his mouth, and he could taste blood on his tongue.

"You shall not do that!" she hissed. "Hold my boot!" Dumbly, like an ox led to the slaughter, Gerry obeyed his mistress, although the desire that mounted in him was almost insupportable.

At last Gulda withdrew her foot, taking the heel from his mouth.

"Lie down on your back," she said, "with your head toward me!" He obeyed, and once more as the point of the heel hovered over his lips, he opened his mouth and took it in. Once more it was withdrawn and again pressed in, each time a little more than before.

Gulda spoke sharply to Sonia. "Fasten his hands!" And, like a machine, Sonia came forward and knelt to her task. Gerry hardly noticed her as she took each hand and strapped it tight to the collar, until at last he was helpless again. AU he was conscious of was that sharp, long heel pressing ever deeper into his mouth, sliding up and down against his tongue.

"Carry out your instructions!" ordered Gulda.

Sonia got up from her knees and walked stiffly across the room. She came back and knelt beside Gerry again. Taking his sheathed penis in her hand, she plugged a narrow-bore plastic tube into the end of the sheath, fitting it into the tube that ran along inside the penis. To the end of the tube was attached a small plastic bottle.

Then she put one hand between his thighs and grasped his balls. With the other hand she held his penis, and began to masturbate him, gently and delicately at first, adding to the sensation he was already experiencing. Gerry was hardly aware of her; only of the sensation she was bringing him.

At that moment she was not the girl he loved; nothing more than an instrument of pleasure, an extension of Gulda's personality. He began to writhe as he lay, and opened his mouth wider to breathe more easily. Gulda slowly got to her feet, balancing on the left foot with the right poised over Gerry's mouth, and the heel deep inside. She pressed down hard, so that he gagged, but, could not move. She stood like that, pinning him to the floor with the spike of her heel, and with the sole pressing down on his nose, restricting his breathing.

Another sharp command, and Sonia obediently speeded up the movements of her hands and then, as she brought Gerry to orgasm and he ejaculated, the silence of the room was broken by a weird, high-pitched scream from Gulda. She withdrew her heel from Gerry's mouth and stood firm on the floor, leaning forward over him to hold on to the arms of her chair, her body stiff. Then, slowly she relaxed and began to breathe normally as she regained control of her senses.

"So much thought and effort!" she thought. "And all for that one instant of time. It's not worth it! Why was I born like this? Why can't I be like the others, free of this terrible need?"

She sat down again, her breast heaving, but slowly bringing her mind into line with reality. Gerry lay supine, panting, unwilling to move. In him, too there was a strong feeling of self-hatred and disgust. Once more he had let this creature triumph over him. Worse still, as she did so he had totally forgotten Sonia.