Tymber Dalton - Spider Bight

Mauri looked confused. “I do not know what that is, but she will receive physical pleasure during the servicing.” Mauri’s face looked even more grim. “It also means she will service ferals the way males do. She will not be allowed, during the time of her sentence, to service the males in the way females normally use them. She must rut like a male. And her debasement will be recorded for all to see as a lesson for all honor-titled women to never repeat her mistakes.”

The two males finally got Rawin down on the bench and bound her arms and legs to it. She couldn’t escape. They seemed to need a moment to recover their energy. Then one of them walked over to a shelf on the wall Emi hadn’t noticed before. He picked up something that looked like a remote control and pointed it at Rawin.

Her body arched off the bench as far as her restraints would allow. Despite not being able to hear what was going on, Emi could imagine the arched feet and clawing fingers meant an orgasm had hit her.

Then they grabbed something else from the shelf. When the second man grabbed a fistful of Rawin’s hair and pulled her head back, the male she’d scratched jammed the item into her mouth and buckled a strap around the back of her head. From the large ring in the gag that held Rawin’s mouth open, Emi easily surmised its purpose.

The collared male who’d been scratched made a gesture at Rawin. Emi suspected it was the Moran equivalent of flipping a bird. Then he grabbed his cock, stroked it a few times to make it hard, and fed it into her mouth through the ring in the gag. Rawin continued rolling through her orgasm as the male grabbed her head and started fucking her mouth. He soon finished, laughing and stepping aside for the other male to take his turn.

When both males finished using her, the one who’d been scratched opened the door and motioned someone in. A handler had a feral male on a pole attached to the feral’s collar.

Rawin turned her head to look. She appeared to be sobbing at the appearance of the feral male, shaking her head.

The feral male didn’t look too sure about the situation either and had to be coaxed over by his handler. Then his male handler slapped her on the ass, apparently to show the feral it was okay.

One of the other male handlers picked up the remote control again and made an adjustment to the settings on Rawin’s harness.

When the feral male began fucking her in the ass, Rawin’s body appeared eager to fuck herself back onto his enormous cock, regardless of her personal feelings on the matter.

“She will service twenty to thirty ferals a day as part of her punishment,” Mauri quietly said. “In addition to the trainers and any public service use they find for her. And her body will enjoy it. Her body will be retrained to only receive pleasure when servicing males for their pleasure. Even after her sentence is over, she will never again be able to feel pleasure unless she is servicing a male.” The older woman shook her head. “She would have been next in line to take over and now look at her. Nothing more than a rutting whore for males and ferals.”

The first feral finished and was led away. Another feral was brought in. As if no longer in control of her own body, Rawin’s hips started frantically humping at the air when she spotted the next feral male.

Emi turned away. “I’ve seen enough. Can we go?”

“Do you wish to see the other two receive their initial punishments? It is your right under our laws.”

“Not really. I get it. I’ll pass. I just want to get back to our ship and lie down.”

Mauri nodded. “Of course, Doctor Hypatia.”

The Moran leader led the way out of the stables. Behind her, she heard Caph whisper to Ford, “These people are fucking messed up in the head. They call that punishment? People pay good money at the Tardarius brothels to be treated like—”

“Caph!” Aaron quietly scolded. “They do things differently than we do. Shut. Up.”

He fell silent.

Emi had plenty of time to kill. Aaron ordered her confined to quarters to rest for a few days. She used part of the time to catch up on her reading and vid watching, including the ancient film The Wizard of Oz .

Her eyes teared up as she realized the significance of the costumes.

Ford’s sense of irony apparently knew no bounds. When he appeared a few hours later to check on her following his watch, she crooked a finger at him, calling him over to the bed. When he bent down, she kissed him.

A playful smile quirked his lips. “What’s that for, babe?”

“A brain and courage, huh?”

His smile saddened. He reached out and stroked her chin. “And a heart. Don’t forget that. Because of you, he found it again.”

“Just trying to pound me on the head with that metaphor, huh?”

“Well, you know me. Mr. Obvious.” He laced his fingers through hers and brought her hand up to his mouth to brush his lips across her knuckles. “You’re the heart for all of us. And the brains and courage. Look how you kicked Rawin’s ass. Hell, look how you kicked Eckhart’s ass and figured out what was wrong with the Aroykin settlers.”

She didn’t want to think about that and quickly changed the topic. “Where are we heading now?” She knew the jump drive had been engaged shortly after departing the Moran orbiting station. The creepy-crawly sensation in her body had finally decreased to manageable levels after the first day. Maybe she was finally getting used to it.

“Back to our original orders. Exploration. You’ll be happy to hear the K-2 will be tagging along as well. They’re having us tag-team the explores.”

“Close enough for real-time com links?”

He smiled. “Yes, you and Donna can have gab fests again.”

Sophie’s training with her men was going well. Emi had exchanged e-mails with her and Donna, but their distance from Earth meant live com links were impossible. She’d missed chatting with her friends in real time. It would be good to have that outside contact with someone besides her men. “The K-2 guys are good guys.”

His brow furrowed. “I never said they weren’t, babe. What brought that on?”

She carefully shrugged, mindful of her ribs. “I feel bad for hating them when stuff never actually even happened.” She’d never mentioned Rob’s private conversation with her at the party to her men.

“Ah, Rob and his guys are tough. I’m sure even if they knew, they wouldn’t hold it against you. Don’t beat yourself up.” He snickered. “Sorry, babe.”

She dropped his hand. “Watch it, or you’ll end up with a colonoscopy.”

“Promises, promises, Doctor.”

Three days later, with the exception of twinges in her still-tender ribs, Emi’s injuries had mostly healed. Aaron, Caph, and Ford relented and let her once again roam the ship and return to duty. She was working on reports at her desk in sick bay when she looked at Bucky. He stayed with her all the time now, and she’d put him on the desk beside her computer terminal.

Something still bugged her about the fight.

This is stupid. She saved her reports and closed out the files. Then she accessed their personal server in the main computer, wading through thousands of pictures and vids taken throughout the men’s years together.

Then she found one labeled First_Halloween and dated twenty years earlier.

With a trembling finger, she reached out and hit play .

She’d never watched vids of Kelsey before. Not that she didn’t want to get to know the woman as well as she could, but usually when she thought of it, the men were nearby and she wanted to watch them alone.