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Copyright 2012 Emma Paul

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Corbin sat on the crumbled foundation of his communal hut. The sky dimmed to a crimson shade indicating the sun began to set. He had been sitting here, as he always did, for longer than usual. Two years after the Trellian's attack on the East Commune, piles of ash and debris still littered the grounds.

Reconstruction continued at a slow pace. The attack came by surprise during the annual Harvest Celebration. He should have been there. The nagging guilt burned in his gut. Instead, he spent that night gluttonously feeding his ... damn! He
have been there.

He looked around knowing the attempt to rebuild the two hundred huts and dwellings was futile. Nothing would grow for at least another decade from the badly charred ground.

Across from the devastated Commune, a cemetery served as a memorial for all the families that lost loved ones. Most of the graves were actually empty, only containing a personal item belonging to the victim. It looked eerily serene in the midst of all the green, blue and red vegetation of the Yor jungle. A reminder of how he had failed so miserably.

They had recovered very few remains. A single tear rolled down his cheek. One of his dreads came around and wiped it from his face. He pulled out the shell necklace his mother always wore. She had given it to him on her deathbed as a token of her never-ending love.

He was only thirteen when she died. Part of him had died with her that night. He looked up at the evening sky, wishing again for the blessed Ancients to wake him from this nightmare.

Hopelessness and guilt plagued him. It had been his fault. It didn't matter that Kaden and the other Chiefs had said otherwise. Corbin knew the horrible truth. He failed miserably to protect his commune and its inhabitants.
And for what? His own selfish needs?
Teagan, his father, had it right; he was a disgrace.

His beloved mother had been the only person that made his childhood bearable. A flicker of hate flared in his chest, remembering how his father had driven her out of their home. The memories poured back. His father’s ever-ominous presence always tormenting him, even now at the age of thirty-two.

He clamped the surging emotions down, unwilling to taint his mother's memory with self-pity.

He lifted the
wine bottle to his lips and took a long swig. The tangy metallic taste burned a path down his throat. This was his last bottle. He had gone through a case of twenty-four bottles in a little over three days.

It did little to appease his cravings for the
-powder. He used his last batch of the drug this morning. Shame gripped him.

Look what you have become...

He had stopped justifying his addiction long ago. At the same time, he needed something, someone to blame for his steady demise.

As much as he wished he could stop himself, Corbin knew he would be taking another trip to Planet Azuri
before the night was over. Azuri offered much more than just Ra wine. The pleasure planet gave Corbin a reason not to care...

Not to care about the responsibilities weighing heavy on his shoulders, the self-deprivation he has lived with all his life and the nothingness he felt deep in his soul. The attack two years ago on the East Commune only delved him deeper into his own private hell.

Corbin took one last swallow, tipping the bottle until he held it upside down over his mouth. He shook it until the very last drop fell on his tongue. Tossing the empty bottle into a heap of trash, he got up and made his way to the shuttle holds near the barracks.


His muscles tensed. He stopped in front of the hold, and turned slightly towards Kaden. Fuck. He was the last person Corbin needed right now.

He rolled the tension from his shoulders and braided his dreads to acknowledge Kaden's higher rank. "Yes, Dar Kaden."

"Why did you not participate in the Mating Hunt this afternoon? Your brother, Joran, has captured himself a pretty Nubian."

Damn, not the hunt again...

Held every spring just before the Harvest Celebration, the Mating Hunt gave every non-mated warrior a chance at finding a compatible Breeder to bear the next generation of Dreg warriors. Breeders were a blessed necessity for Yor and his people.

The Mantra, an insect-humanoid species, under the direct supervision of the Galactic Governing Counsel, transported several dozen new Breeders each year to Yor during the harvest season.

Many Dregs felt the Counsel's laws too stringent, concerning the number of Breeders delivered to Yor each year. Especially since the Mating Hunt was now made open to other galactic species looking to acquire their own Breeders.

Corbin had once been a staunch supporter of that view. These days, the thought of another Breeder in his life burned like throwing salt in an open cut.

Ever since his former Breeder's condemnation just over two years ago, Kaden tried to encourage him to participate in the annual tradition. He captured Kiana in a mating hunt five years ago, after using his status to force her participation.

The relationship was doomed from the start. Kiana resented him and defiled their mating by blatantly fucking other Dreg warriors. The shame of her betrayal, and the fact she aborted all the pregnancies he had fathered, wounded him to the core of his being. The image of her face, full of disgust for him, still haunts his thoughts.

"I'm not ready for such a commitment. How is Carina? Her belly swells every day."

Kaden smiled at the mention of his Breeder. Carina was pregnant with their second child. "She is much relieved that Samuel keeps my mother busy during this pregnancy."

Corbin chuckled. Alura, Kaden's mother, all but drove Carina insane with her constant "help" up until their son Samuel was born.

Kaden's expression turned serious once again. "Corbin I'm worried about you. It has been months since you have participated in any communal gatherings. If there is anything you need–"

Corbin cut him off, "No Kaden. I don't need anything. Just some time alone."

He laid his hand on Kaden's shoulder and forced a smile. Kaden nodded, although his expression remained skeptical. Corbin sensed that the Dreg leader wanted to argue his point, however to Kaden's credit he let it be.

"Well you know where I am, if you change your mind."

He clapped Corbin on the shoulder and walked towards the Pavilion where everyone was gathering to welcome the new Breeders.

Corbin watched him walk away before turning around and entering the shuttle hold. The small, bullet shaped, one-man cruiser sat alone at the far end of the huge domed hangar. Most of the shuttles were stored in underground holdings.

Ever since the near war with the Grub two years ago, the Dregs kept all the shuttles operational and regularly maintained. The Grub had kidnapped Carina, with the help of his former breeder Kiana, to use as a living host to their king’s larvae. That fact made it easier for Corbin to keep his shuttle accessible, without having to answer annoying inquiries from Kaden or the other Dreg leaders.

He waived his hand over the signature pad on the podium next to his vessel. Immediately a computerized voice acknowledged Corbin and unlocked the force field encompassing the vehicle. With the field down, Corbin entered a code on the keypad and the dome above split open to allow lift off.

He climbed into the pilot's chair and set his coordinates on the three-dimensional star map that appeared before him the moment he sat down and locked his harness. A tremor seized his hand when he grabbed hold of the control stick.

His gut clenched. He groaned feeling the familiar pangs of anticipation stir to life within him.


Planet Azuri looked like a debauchery of sexual depravity. Princess Yani could not believe she came to this horrid planet to wed a man whom by all accounts was the most perverse of his species. It was not that she opposed sex. On the contrary, Yani loved sex.

Her people were very sexually liberal. However, even on Zen, her home planet, certain laws prohibited some public displays. Most Zenians preferred their privacy when it came to sexual relations.

She realized her sour mood had more to do with the lack of consideration for her safety by the Azurian royal family. Prince Gor, her soon to be husband, did not even have the decency to meet her shuttle transport when it landed.

As a result, she had to wait like everyone else for a transit bus on route to Krull City, named after the Azurian Emperor, and where the royal family resided.

She had insisted on taking the trip alone, and dismissed her entourage before getting off the royal Zenian convoy ship. Now she wished they had stuck around until her transport came. Of course, she had expected to meet an Azurian greeting party at the terminal.

She looked around and grimaced at the brightly colored display of sex-for-fee advertisements constantly floating above her head on three-dimensional holo-boards.

The terminal itself was a collage of rails, standings, Grills and vehicles, to suit the physical specifications of all the different alien species that resided on Azuri. It seemed to Yani that the only commonality was the overly sexually explicit imagery that assailed anyone the minute they walked out into the streets.

Sex, it seemed, was the cohesive glue that held this society together. Azuri, Yani had been told before she traveled here, did not have a very stable socialized integration system. Azuri’s royal family had a hard time reining in the mini mêlées, which happened several times a month. Another reason a Zen princess shouldn’t be left alone on a public commuting station without some form of protection. She scowled, very un-lady like, and cursed under her breath.

Yani did not often use her status to get preferential treatment, but she was a princess for the love of
It was even more reason for her to be extremely indignant with the Azurian royal family, especially Prince Gor.

She gritted her teeth just thinking about her pending nuptials. Her marriage to the Prince of Azuri was simply a political move to expand Zen's trade interests.

She was the eighth daughter of twelve princesses and princes, born to King Anton and Queen Mari of Zen.
I won't be missed that much
... she thought wryly. In fact, when news of the plans to have a Zen princess represent their planet in an "arrangement" with Azuri had been made public, her brothers and sisters actually made bets on which daughter would be sacrificed.

She thought it was funny at the time, until her name was pulled from the proverbial bag. If being a princess didn't suck before, it sucked now.

A tortured groan stole Yani from her thoughts. She looked over her shoulder to see the threesome that had been going at it since she set foot on the transit stop.

The grilled floor beneath her feet vibrated to the strokes and undulations of the two Azurian males and an Aquarian female. The woman must belong to one of the males, since a lovely red-jeweled collar adorned her slender neck. It didn’t surprise Yani that these barbarians would share their females with others. The male at her rear had his large, triple ridged, cock between the lovely green-skinned woman's ass cheeks, driving in with gusto.

Yani felt her sex swell with tingling sensations watching the glistening length of the Azurian's cock pull all the way out and then slam back into the woman's punished anal orifice, jarring the whimpering Aquarian forward.

The other male pumped her mouth, gagging her each time he pressed forward. Azurian men were tall, purple-skinned, behemoths with pointed, black-tipped ears. Their bald heads sported intricate tattooed designs that held some significance, although Yani did not know what.

With their thickly muscled bodies and ruggedly attractive faces, Azurian males were actually very appealing. However, they had a reputation of being brutal lovers.

The way these two rammed their massive cocks into the whimpering woman did little to dispel that fact.

The female however, appeared to be quite euphoric despite the rough handling. Yani observed the trio with morbid fascination, absently twirling a dark lock of her long hair.

The trio bucked and groaned while the culmination of their tryst overtook them.

Her own breathing became shallower and wetness moistened the swelling lips of her pussy. As much as she thought the public sex to be indecent, Yani did not deny it turned her on.

"Princess Yani?"

She turned sharply, bringing a hand to her ample chest as her breathing calmed down. Her face turned multiple shades of red, realizing that the Royal Azurian Transporter had seen her ogling the sexual ménage behind them.

She quickly regained her composure, "Yes, ah, are you here to bring me to the royal manor?"

A bit thinner and shorter than most Azurian males, the porter bowed low. His tattooed head nearly reached her knees. "I am at your service. Prince Gor has requested your presence for the evening collation."

He stood upright again and proceeded to pick up her baggage. A small, red, oval-shaped, transport capsule sat parked next to the terminal entrance.

Yani took a deep breath to calm her frazzled nerves. Well at least I don't have to carry my own bags.

* * * *

Exhilaration sizzled through Corbin's body. His mood changed the moment he left Yor. It always did. For at least a short while, he could pretend to be free of all responsibility, or at the very least, ignore it.

Tingling vibrations hummed through the lengths of his dreads. He could almost taste the sting of Mistress Kye's favorite flogger. It had been a little over three years ago that he discovered the Sh'kra culture.

Sh'kra women ruled the males. Their exotic sexual practices are what drew Corbin to Mistress Kye. His excursions since then always began with a visit to the Mistress.

Planet Azuri became home to many different species. Hundreds of years before the Galactic Governing Council had made Azuri, a then uninhabited planet, claimable for any and all alien races that wished to expand borders beyond their home worlds. It resulted in a hodgepodge of alien species, all with their own customs, languages and form of government.

The royal family, who call themselves Azurians, because they settled the first colony on Azuri, oversaw the various mini-governments, keeping peace between the different alien species.

Corbin had seen a few battles between the races. Although the Azurians quickly squashed any uprisings, the tension between certain species was volatile.

The Sh'kra kept to themselves, preferring a solitary life in settlements beneath the main cities. They were nocturnal. Therefore, the darkness suited them just fine. Azuri had seventy-two hour days and only twenty-two hours of night.

He stopped at the entrance of the Sh'kra receiving post, where two women stood guard. Over six feet tall, they nearly reached eye level with Corbin. However, at seven-foot he still managed to dwarf them. He didn't miss the coy interest in one of the women's eyes.

Like all the females of her species, she possessed four arms, two larger and very normal looking ones, and two smaller limbs beneath them. A shear shift barely covered her lithe muscled body.

Corbin enjoyed a delicious view of her full, round, breasts and the hairless slit between her thighs. Her legs were shaped more like the powerful limbs of the
bird on Yor, appeared well suited for sprinting and high jumping. Despite the few unusual physical differences, the Sh'kra females were breathtakingly beautiful.

Braiding his dreads behind him in respect, he bowed low before them.

The one ogling Corbin stepped forward, "Welcome back, Dreg Corbin. Do you hunger for Kye's attentions so soon?"

He realized the question was rhetorical when she quickly averted her attention to the plasma blaster and identification card clipped to the belt of his form-fitting body-garment.

The woman chuckled, "Mistress Kye as left quite an impression on this pet." Her companion laughed.

Heat rushed to Corbin's cheeks. As much as he wanted to dispute the fact, he could not. Mistress Kye's attentions, he found out, released those fragile emotions that he had buried beneath layers of torment.

He waited quietly while the two women entered his identification pass into their computer. Respect went a long way with the Sh'kra. Males did not speak, unless directly spoken to by their mistresses.

Without asking Corbin, she reached for the gun and placed it in a temporary holding safe. After sealing the safe and pushing it back into the wall, she stepped aside.

"Enjoy your time here in Sh'kra City, pet."

She nearly purred the last word. Corbin had become accustomed to the beta treatment by Sh'kra females. It was not in his nature to bow down to anyone, however, he understood the Sh'kra culture: Women ruled in their society. The memory of his introduction to Sh'kra ways still sent delicious shivers through his body.

The wall in front of them slid apart, revealing the golden and emerald magnificence of the City. Even in the dim artificial lighting, it sparkled. His eyes adjust quickly to the drastically reduced brightness. Dregs had excellent night vision, making them effective nocturnal hunters, and in ancient times, lethal predators.

Pathways made of diamond shaped, polished, mica, in every color, intertwined through the city. Beautiful dome, triangular and oval shaped homes, all made of sparkling stone crystal, lined the streets. The colors ranged from blue and silver to gold and white.

No other transportation, other than a few carriages that were pulled by Sh’kra males on foot, were used for traveling. Mostly, women and their leashed men walked to their destinations. He entered and made his way to Mistress Kye's apartments, remembering to keep his head bowed as he passed several women on the way. He could not help, however, peeking from the corner of his eye at a Sh'kra Mistress and her male, playing on a neatly trimmed patch of red and green lawn.

The woman rode the male, as she held onto a pair of reins connected to a bridle around his head. In one of her hands, she held a two-foot long, five-lash, energy whip. Every now and then, she would lean back and flick it sharply against his bare ass, forcing him to buck.

The motion allowed her to rub and grind her pussy against the smooth skin of the man's back. Corbin could see the male's cock stretch further out from between his thighs. The male was nearing his peak of arousal.

It was the way of the Sh'kra. While the women were intensely sexual, males could only become aroused through masochistic domination by the females. The strangeness was not lost on Corbin, although he did not try to make sense of it.

The arrangement between Sh'kra sexes was an equal balance of master and subservient. Both seemed perfectly content in their rolls. In fact, the Sh'kra species had one of the most peaceful and harmonious societies he had ever witnessed.

Mistress Kye's apartments came into view. The gorgeous, circular shaped, golden building, betrayed the actual size of The Mistress's home. Once inside it sectioned off into luxurious rooms, each with an elevator that descended to lower levels of various playrooms, all themed differently.

Corbin waited at the front door. He stood still; head bowed, knowing that the sensors hidden around the habitat had already acknowledged his presence.

The door slid up, revealing a very naked Sh'kra male. His left pectoral muscle displayed Mistress Kye's insignia, a hollow circle with six silver studs, permanently pierced into his flesh, in a triangular pattern. Corbin recognized Ren immediately, Mistress Kye's favorite pet, the term all Sh'kra males called themselves.

Ren's handsome face smiled at Corbin. His solid black, slanted, eyes crinkled in the corners. Sh'kra Males were a bit shorter than the women. In addition, their bodies were sleekly muscled, and they only had two arms.

Like the women of his species, he had a slit between his thighs. While the females' slit hid a slick cunt and a tiny, funnel-shaped, clit, the male’s slit concealed a long, pink, tube-shaped, cock that receded into his body until he became aroused.

However, the main difference between Sh'kra sexes was the hair. Men had a long braid that grew from a round bony crest on the top of their heads. The women possessed a full head of cottony soft, straight hair.

All Sh'kra had black hair, which contrasted beautifully against their ethereally white skin tones. Corbin had to admit that physically, the Sh'kra were a magnificent species.

He stepped aside, motioning Corbin to enter. Without a word, Ren led Corbin to the lounge. He bowed low, but did not say a word, although his bright smile indicated how happy he was to see Corbin.

Ren would only speak when permitted by Mistress Kye, so Corbin simply bowed back and nodded once. It wasn't long before he felt a familiar presence behind him.

"Well, well... what a pleasant surprise!" Mistress Kye's smooth sultry voice held sweet promise.

She traveled her midnight eyes down, then back up, his body.

Corbin glanced up at her.

With a smile, she nodded once, letting him know that his unannounced visit pleased her.

"Ren! Prepare the Crimson Chamber, I wish to show my favorite Dreg pet our new toy."

Corbin's stomach clenched as he watched Ren wordlessly bow and hurry to do Kye's bidding. The pre-tingles of arousal began to warm his groin.


Dinner with the Azurians was a revelation. Yani stared at the ravishment of the Alturian roast beast with absolute revulsion. Now, on Zen, dinner with her parents and siblings was always a casual affair, however everyone still practiced good manners.

Of course, anytime her family sat to eat together usually involved some kind of propaganda her parents had purposely orchestrated, to show Zen citizens how "normal" the royal truly was.

Usually these shows were holo-videoed and distributed throughout the planet during special holidays or whenever her father was entertaining a dignitary from some other world. Still, even though she usually ate in her own rooms, she still used eating utensils.

The Azurians proved to be as barbaric as they looked. Gor barely acknowledge her, except to cast lascivious glances at her, as he licked the red, gooey, sauces from his fingers. It made Yani gag when he wiggled his long, pointy, tongue between his fore and middle finger suggestively.

He threw his head back and laughed at the blatant embarrassment shading her cheeks. Worse, the man continued to speak with a mouth full of food, spitting chunks of chewed roast into everyone else’s plates.

Yani could only stare in revulsion at the disgusting display. She tugged at the jeweled betrothal collar she had received as a gift from her future husband. The damn thing itched.

Their husbands claimed Azurian females as property. The collar, as beautiful as it was, signified ownership.
Gift my ass
, thought Yani. The minute she returned to Zen, the cursed thing was coming off and she would "accidentally" loose it. At least the thought gave her some comfort.

"Princess, you've barely touched your

Yani turned towards Prince Gor. His handsome, purple, face barely hid his merriment with her reaction to his families' carnivorous display at the dinner table. Holy Ver, she wanted to toss the ta'gnona soup in his face.

"I'm not very hungry, the trip upset my stomach." Not to mention I was waiting for a spoon. Jeesh, do they eat everything with their hands?

Gor was the egotistical, self-centered, ill-mannered, org she'd thought he'd be and more. Despite his appealing visage, which included six feet, ten inches, of solid brawny muscle, the man had about as much class as a Zenian Shit-Beetle, aptly named for its appetite of humanoid waste?

His lips split into a surprisingly brilliant smile of straight, white, teeth. "Well perhaps what you need is something much heartier, here..." He reached over, grabbed the side of the roast with his hand, tore a big chunk of meat and plopped it in her bowl of soup, splashing most of it on the table and her lap.

Gasping, she pushed her chair back.

She stared in disbelief at the oozing mess on her dress, until anger sparked in her gut. Yani turned to face him again and gave him the most indignant, most furious, look she could muster.

The bastard simply stared her down and smirked. Asshole, he meant to do this to her!

Yani needed to get the hell out of there. She stood abruptly and looked towards King Krull and his wife, Queen Roe.

"I'm not feeling well. I'm sorry your Majesties, but I need some time ... to rest."

As regally as her tutors on Zen had taught her, Princess Yani bowed graciously, and then left the dining hall. On her way down the corridor, she heard the loud guffaws of the Azuri royal family echoing behind her.


She needed a drink!

* * * *

As implied, different shades of light and dark scarlet pillows, throws and chaises decorated the Crimson Chamber. The glossy white walls gave the decor a stark contrast. A single light hung from the ceiling, casting a dizzying kaleidoscope of pink and red shadows.

After stripping Corbin naked and clasping a studded silver collar on him, Ren led him on a leash to the room. He now stood, feet apart and arms bent at the elbow, with his hands laced behind his neck.

Ren used a leather strip to tie back his dreads. He had securely tightened the strap around the humming, finger-thin appendages, from mid-length, down to the dilating ends just above Corbin's ass.

Corbin would be helpless to use his dreads.

Dreg Warriors used their dreads as much for pleasure, as lethal weaponry. Corbin surmised that Ren bound them for the latter reason. Mistress Kye must be planning something extreme if she went to these lengths to ensure their safety. The thought had his cock twitching and growing hard. His body nearly convulsed with the need to reach down and pump his sex to its full state of arousal.

A few tugs on the leash told Corbin that Ren needed for him to follow.

He led him to a panel on the wall that he hadn't noticed before.

Ren laid his hand against the rectangular pad and pushed it in. About a second later, the wall slid into the ceiling.

Corbin lifted his head to see what the wall had concealed. Suddenly, the biting sting of a lash cracked across his back from his right shoulder to his left hip. He flinched and immediately dropped his face to the floor.

Mistress Kye appeared to his left. She wore nothing more than a jeweled belly chain, and gold loop-rings pierced through her taut nipples and the top of her genital slit. She smiled seductively.

She walked a slow circle around him, using one of her four hands to stroke the handle of her whip as if it were a male organ.

"Eyes down, body straight and flexed, feet apart. Good sweet, see you do remember, don't you?"

She leaned in and blew warm breath on his neck.

Corbin savored the tremor that traveled the length of his body. He heard Ren moving something out of the hidden compartment and gliding it across the red and white marbled tile floor. He apparently went about setting the thing up behind them.

Mistress Kye flicked a five-foot long laser whip, the one with a smooth phallus shaped handle, in front of Corbin's face. He dared not look up. Not because he feared being beat, but because this was part of the game, and he knew Mistress Kye would punish him by abating the session, forcing him to stand alone and naked, desperately waiting for her intimate touch, after bringing him to painful, un-sated, hyper- arousal.

As it was, the long wait for Ren to finish preparing whatever contraption awaited him, had his muscles tight with anxious anticipation. He took deep, even, breaths, to ease the horrible need to pounce, fuck, or kill, as was his nature.

All the while, Mistress Kye continued to blow calming, warm, breath on his neck and cheeks. Her commanding, yet soothing, voice whispering in his ear was a sharp contrast from the constant snap of her whip.

Corbin closed his eyes and let the Sh'kra Mistress take control of him. His muscles twitched. Tension slowly left his body. Another tug on his leash and he knew Ren was ready for him.

Mistress Kye wrapped the end of the leash around one elegant hand and led Corbin to the contraption Ren prepared for him. He raised his head slightly to get a view of the new toy his Mistress had purchased for her many Pets, including him.

Before him, hovering about a foot off the floor was a large rectangular frame. The sides appeared adjustable. Ren modified it to a height that would hold Corbin's seven-foot frame.

Beneath it, the same width of the frame, sat a long, three-inch thick grid, which emitted a magnetic field, holding the device in place. The frame itself did not have much girth. Corbin estimated that it had to be about nine feet tall and maybe three feet wide.

Attached to the four corners, metal shackles waited for him. It didn't take long for Mistress Kye to clamp him into position. With his arms stretched out to the sides, above his head, his wrists shackled to the frame, and his legs spread, shackled at the ankles, Corbin looked ready to be sacrifice. The magnetic field held him in place.

Mistress Kye licked her full lips. "You are beautiful to look at, Dreg Corbin."

Her eyes feasted on his body. Corbin knew he had been blessed with exceptional good looks. It made it easy for him to get plenty of sex. His skin, a light blue with beige undertones, was flawless. Dreg skin tones varied in color from light blue to blue green.

However, Corbin's skin had the subtle touch of light, pale peach, as was common among Zenians. He inherited the anomaly from his mother, along with his piercing blue eyes.

His mother's beautiful face flashed in his mind and his gut clenched with the thought of her premature death. Mistress Kye smacked his ass hard, both stunning and breaking him from his thoughts.

Thank the ancients for his Mistress's acute senses. She always knew when his demons began to torment him in her presence.

She ran her hand along the taught muscles of his abdomen, down to where his cock started to rise and thicken. Corbin groaned low. Ren returned with two more floggers. He handed them to Mistress Kye.

She held two laser whips in her lower hands and one black-braided, six-lash flog in her left upper hand. Three arms stretched out, and with synchronized grace, snapped the whips through the air. The display for Corbin let him know the Sh'kra woman meant to be merciless with his discipline. His cock throbbed. The arousal swelled in his stomach.

She walked out of his peripheral vision to stand at his back. Purposely, Mistress Kye flicked her wrists, snapping the whips several times. She stood only inches from Corbin, so that the gust of air caused by the lashes and crack of the laser thong had him groaning with expectancy.

His dreads hummed within their binds. He couldn't budge them, which both frustrated and aroused him. The feeling of helplessness, of being under the controlled assault of a beautiful woman, made Corbin’s muscles tense with needy anticipation.

His body trembled. His cock hardened more and rose to its full ten inches. She slapped his turgid length playfully back and forth, before stepping behind him onto the small platform that extend from the bottom of the rack.

Mistress Kye brushed her full breasts against his back. With her free hand, she reached around and grabbed the heavy ball sack between his legs.

She squeezed to the point of pain. Her breath tickled the rim of his right ear. "My pet ... your cock is so hard."

She grasped his phallus firmly as she stroked her hand up. Letting go of his hardness, she slapped it again a few more times, making Corbin groan harder. "Would you like for Ren to suck it while I give you punishment for being a very bad boy? You have been bad, have you not my sweet?"

Corbin tilted his head towards the whisper. "Yes, have Ren suck me, oh!"

Immediately, six, three foot long Sh'kra leather braded thongs, snapped against his thigh. The sting made him wince. Mistress Kye always hit hard and precise.

"Remember who is master here Pet Corbin!" Even as she admonished him, Kye used the soft, smooth, furred, knob of the whip's handle to gently rub the marks left on Corbin's thigh.

"Now answer your Mistress as you should."

Corbin shivered. His breathing hitched. "Yes Mistress, I w-wish for Ren to suck my cock, whilst you punish me."

She moved to his front, seductively swaying the three whipping toys before Corbin, teasing him with their promise.

"And why should I allow such pleasure, hmm?"

Corbin looked at Kye's gorgeous face through his long lashes. Arousal tightened in his balls, sending pre-climactic pulsing up his cock. Low growling groans rose from his chest.

"Because you wish it, my Mistress."

Her face lit up. Corbin filled with pride, knowing he had pleased her with his answer. She stepped aside and Ren stepped forward. The Sh'kra male looked down at Corbin's ridged cock.

He licked his lips and moaned softly through slow breaths. Corbin noticed Ren's slit start to part. The pink tip of his slender cock poked out between the folds.

He fell to his knees, bringing his face to a perfect level with Corbin's impressive dick.

Corbin closed his eyes and waited for Ren's soft lips to wrap around his erection.

First, a few quick flicks of Ren's tongue tickled the underside of the thick, mushroomed, head. It sent numbing tingles up, then down, the shaft, settling in his balls, making them pulse and tighten against the base of his cock.

Mistress Kye petted Ren on the head and walked to Corbin's back again. Slowly, Ren's mouth closed around the bulbous head of his penis. Corbin jerked his pelvis forward, demanding without words for Ren to take his lengthy maleness in deeper.

He heard feminine chuckles behind him. Then the sharp sting of a laser whip cracked across his mid back, followed by the six-thong flogger. Searing pain seeped deep into his flesh, making him hiss.

At the same time, Ren sucked Corbin's unyielding dick, taking him deep until he could feel the Pet's throat muscles contract tightly around the head.

Mistress Kye bent in and licked Corbin's left ear. "More sweet... ."

Corbin clenched his teeth and nodded. When nothing happened, he realized what the Mistress required of him.

"Yes, thank you my Mistress, may I have another?" His voice was low and raspy.

Mistress Kye reached around with one of her arms, and Corbin felt the smooth surface of the phallus-shaped handle pressing against his perineum. She twisted the top of the handle left to right. A light buzzing emanated from the tip and it started to vibrate against that sensitive area.

Corbin groaned and bucked his hips. Tiny quivering jolts throbbed up his rigid cock. He let out a long, tortured, groan.

Immediately the sting of another whip hit its mark. Corbin arched forward, gasping for breath. Ren began a stead rhythm on his dick, taking it all the way to the back of his throat, then sucking his way up the shaft.

The pressure it caused had Corbin's body shaking for release. Something he knew Mistress Kye wouldn't allow, until she commanded it.

As Ren's mouth fucked his dick, Kye whipped and flogged him. The two of them moved as if choreographed. The throbbing pain caused by the constant onslaught of Kye's whips, and the agonizing pleasure inflicted by Ren on his cock had Corbin groaning like a wounded animal.

He thrashed against his bounds, fighting for the culmination of this intense ecstasy, yet at the same time trying to stave off the pounding of pre-orgasmic spasms threatening to topple him over the precipice.

He heard Mistress Kye breathing harshly behind him, her own arousal peaking. He became drunk on the scent of their combined sexual musk.

Ren sucked on him like a ravished whore. His strokes became stronger, deeper, and faster, with each passing moment. As he devoured Corbin, Mistress Kye unleashed with a series of quick, perfectly executed, flays, cascading up, then down, his back. Her rhythmic clouting matched Ren's torturous mouth. Soon, pain and pleasure mingled.

Corbin moaned loudly, tears filled the backs of his eyes. Every nerve on his body was on fire. His muscles rippled under the onslaught. The world he once knew fell away into the blessed black void of delirium.

He could not get enough breath into his lungs. The searing heat in his back traveled down the length of his body and straight up his pulsing cock.

He wanted to cry out, but the intense euphoria enveloping him wouldn't allow it.

Still Mistress Kye thrashed, Ren sucked.

His eyes rolled back into his head.

He barely felt the cold, metal, ring Mistress Kye wrapped around the base of his cock.

Now he could not come, unless she allowed it. Merciful Ancients he wanted her to allow it. His balls swelled. They throbbed with pleasure-pain. His ragged voice raised several octaves and he cried through spastic breaths.

Mistress Kye's smiling face appeared before him. When had she stopped flogging him? Her hand stroked up and down his shaft, making him arch into her touch.

The throbbing in his back and cock seemed to create a volley of sensation that traveled down his entire body. It centered on the one appendage that had grown harder, thicker and longer than Corbin had ever known. The bright red head felt ready to burst.

For the first time in his life, Corbin whimpered like a baby. He begged Mistress Kye with his eyes for her to let him release.

She slowly shook her head, watching tears flow down Corbin's cheeks.

Sharp, rolling, pulses rode the length of his penis, the girth expanding to the point that Mistress Kye's long thin fingers could barely hold it in her grip... .

Ancients, he would surely die before his seed erupted from him! Something, no, someone, stood behind him. They slathered a slippery substance on his puckered anal entrance. Corbin snapped his head up.

Mistress Kye swiped the tip of her tongue across his slightly parted mouth.

He stared at her in tormented shock.

She lifted a finger to her lips, "Shhh ... sweet. Ren has grown quite aroused watching your discipline. He needs his lusts sated as well."

Sweet heavens! He knew what she meant. Already Ren's hands had grabbed the firm globes of his ass, spreading them wide. Cool air hit his exposed anus. He tensed.

Mistress Kye's free upper arms gently massaged his tight shoulder muscles. The anxiety slowly receded as she manipulated his flesh with her expert ministrations. Her hands ran over his entire torso, up his arms and down again. As she relaxed his body, her lower hands grasped his cock and pumped up and down with, deliberate, slow, squeezing, strokes.

"Ren it has been a while, I'm sure, for Pet Corbin to be taken this way. However, I believe he is more than willing for you to spear his tight ass with your long wet cock."

She locked eyes with Corbin. "Are you not, my Pet?" The look on her face indicated that despite his answer, her word was law.

Corbin broke into a sweat. His whole body trembled. It
been a while since any male had fucked him up the ass. Yet, the prospect of it happening at the peak of his arousal, when his body had been primed to the point of exploding into oblivion, canceled any apprehension.

"P-please my Mistress, let Ren fuck me."

"Fuck you where, Pet Corbin?"

"My ass ... ass Mistress. I wish for him to pump his long, wet, cock up m-my ass until he is sated."