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Mira the Captive Ch. 01

By: Kokeen



Chapter 1: The Ship

Mira woke up confused and blind and tingling with desire. Her eyes were wide open but she saw only black. She was lying on her back, on a so-soft blanket, downy velour. She couldn't move. Her wrists and ankles were tied away from her body, so that she lay splayed and naked, legs and arms opened wide. She became aware of a stiff feather caressing her skin, starting at her arms, moving to her neck, circling her breasts, lingering on her lower belly, teasing her inner thighs, her cunt . . . The practical questions gathered in her mind, but dispersed when the feather stroked her slit. Where was she? How did she get here? She wanted to know who had abducted her, and why. She wanted to know if she was truly, permanently blind. But more than anything, she wanted to touch her pussy, and she couldn't.

The feather continued its excruciating course, and when it reached the soles of her feet, it started over. Again, and again, and again, the feather travelled over her body, lightly caressing her skin. She could hear quick, coarse breathing above her, and every now and then a few muttered words in a language she didn't recognize. Finally, the teasing ended, footsteps moved away from her, and she was left in absolute silence.

"Don't speak, girly; they'll punish you for that," said a sardonic voice. "They'll punish me too, but I don't care. So I'll just fill you in, ok? Don't talk. You're on the Tir 7 Trade Ship. You are now the property of Daro and Silerna. You will be transported to the planet Tir and auctioned off to the highest bidder---No, I said, don't speak," said the voice harshly, as Mira made a noise and began to respond. "It's hard to get used to, but the rule is: A Captive must never speak unless spoken to---ok? After a few days of eating Tiran food, you'll start to speak and understand their language. And then they'll teach you the rules and you'll understand what's happening to you." She laughed, a husky giggle. "And then, you'll panic! I'm Loraine."

Mira opened her mouth to introduce herself, but closed it again as brisk footsteps approached the room. The footsteps passed Mira and ended at the other side of the room, and a female voice spoke roughly. Mira heard a slap against bare skin, a quick gasp, more rough words, and then several loud slaps, slow and deliberate. And then Loraine's voice pleading in a strange language. And then Loraine's helpless sobs.

Sometimes large, cold hands untied her wrists and ankles, and she was lead, still naked, to a chair, where they fed her moist morsels unlike anything she'd ever eaten in her life. She chewed slowly, letting the fruity food linger on her tongue as she tried to recognize it. Once, while eating, she let the fingers of her unoccupied hand slip down to her wet pussy and begin to press and stroke her hungry little bean. Immediately, a cruel arm yanked her upward, and she felt a harsh slap on her bottom. And then another. She cried, startled. Foreign words, disdainful, remonstrated her, then pushed her back down. She felt the chair dampen beneath her.

She opened her eyes. She had no idea how many days had passed. She detected the faintest outline of shadows moving within the blackness, and she wondered if her vision was beginning to return. Mira lay on her stomach this time, her cheek and breasts and belly and thighs pressing against the downy blanket. Above her head, her wrists were bound together with scratchy rope that burned her skin when she tried to move. A hand stroked her back. The fingers were warm, soft as water, with an insistent touch. 

"These Captives get lovelier every year," said a voice like a sweet, seductive cello. "Look at this one---such thick, black, silky hair." The hand lovingly touched her head. "Breasts like ripe bandy fruit . . ." The fingers stroked the plump edges of Mira's breasts where they bulged out from under her body. "Buttocks round and ready for fucking . . ." Two hands caressed Mira's ass. Mira moaned. She felt warm oil on her back, and the roomed filled with an intoxicating scent, like almonds, mangoes, and cum. The sweet voice laughed, and touched the wet spot between Mira's legs. "Good girl. See how she moistens. We'll fetch a good price for this one, Daro."

"Indeed," said the rough voice that Mira recognized from earlier scoldings. "She even creamed when I spanked her. This one is a prize."

"And in the Tir atmosphere, she'll become unspeakably lovely."

"Hmmm," grunted Daro, the rough one. "Silerna . . . The Captives are more beautiful than ever, yes, but many of them are disobedient and spoiled. Like you Loraine . . . Yes, whore, just try to speak. Give me an excuse to spank you, naughty girl. Hmm. I have a mind to give you to my husband as a gift. He loves the naughty ones."

Silerna laughed, the most beautiful music Mira had ever heard. "Alright," she said, and Mira knew she was speaking to her. "I know you understand us today. You will push up on your knees." Mira hesitated, and, too late, felt a hard stinging spank on her ass. 

"You will do as you're told," grunted Daro. "And you will say 'Yes, Mistress.'"

"Yes, Mistress," gasped Mira, tears smarting her eyes. She pulled herself up onto her knees, her face still pressed into the bedcover and her bottom in the air, and the soft hands of Silerna touched her once again. They massaged warm oil into her back, her thighs, her buttocks. One finger gently circled her asshole, and then slowly penetrated. Mira felt a bolt of pleasure and desire, and she rocked on her knees, hoping to catch the soft hand against her clit. 

The two Tiran women laughed. "You will have satisfaction after you are sold, little Captive," murmured Silerna. "Your master will satisfy you."

The next time that Mira opened her eyes, her vision had returned. She saw colors, shapes and a whole world both strange and familiar. She was in a round room, with walls made of interwoven fibers that looked like bamboo, brocade, and burgundy flower petals. The floor glowed with deep, soft colors, some of which Mira had never seen before on earth. Her bed was thick and purple, as sumptuous to look at as it was to lie on. Mira was lying on her back once again, her wrists and ankles chained to what she now knew were dark, carved-wooden bedposts. In this position, she was able to turn her head and see most of the room. Several yards away, on another purple bed, lay a girl with messy, dirty-blond hair. The girl's eyes were closed and she snored softly. Her arms were bound behind her back with thick, red rope, and she slept with her knees curled under her belly and her face turned to one side, the cheeks streaked with the trails of dried tears. Her skin was white and freckled, except the plump, painfully bright-red bottom which rested on her heels. "That must be Loraine," thought Mira. "She was spanked again." Her eyes were drawn to a simple chair made of dark oak which stood in the center of the room. 

Mira heard multiple footsteps, a heavy tread and a light tread, and two women entered the room. Mira watched, barely blinking, momentarily breathless. These were magnificent, beautiful, unearthly women. They both stood at least a foot taller than any Earth woman Mira had ever known, and their garments swayed against their bodies, shimmering and half-transparent. Both women had skin the color of ripe plantains, but with glowing violet lines spiraling up their arms and legs, which were visible when their garments shifted. Their hair, too, was violet, and long and thick, and moved a little in the air as though it were alive. Their eyes were wider than human eyes, twice as wide, Mira thought. One woman had the warmest, most inviting purple eyes she had ever seen, and Mira could barely keep from staring into them. The purple-eyed woman returned Mira's gaze and musingly stroked the air with her exceptionally long, soft fingers; Mira realized the fingers each contained an extra joint. 

The second woman had cold, blue, almost European eyes, wide, extra-large hands, and a cruel look about her mouth. "The eye tincture has worn off, I see," she said briskly, and Mira knew by her coarse voice that this one was Daro.

"Hello, sweet Captive," said the other, smiling at her. Beautiful Silerna. "Are you ready for your bath?" She leaned over to untie Mira's bonds, and Mira saw, peeking from behind her gossamer skirts, a long, thin furless tail, which curved upward and undulated. "Stand, girl," she commanded. 

"Yes, Mistress," said Mira, immediately rolling her feet to the floor and standing. Her head reached Silerna's rib cage. She could smell Silerna's body heat; she wondered what Silerna's breasts looked like; she wondered whether Tiran women even had breasts. Daro, with an impatient grunt, turned and walked toward Loraine's bed, a feather in her hand. Daro, too, had a tail, but it swung low, merging with her skirts. She reached out and trailed her feather along Loraine's pale back, onto her red, raw bottom, between her legs. Loraine moaned in her sleep and shifted her ass. 

Just watching made Mira's thighs slippery and sent agonizing desire through her body. She turned away, and followed Silerna out the door, and into a dark red corridor lined with large, bioluminescent flowers attached to a tangle of thick, black vines. At the end of the hallway, they pushed through a half-transparent screen, and entered the bathing room. The whole room swam with turquoise water, and the walls seemed to pulsate. Oddly, the water did not spill out the door when they walked in---Mira and Silerna simply entered the pool, and continued to breathe, submerged. Mira once again smelled the intoxicating scent, not like any earthly substance, but a little like almonds, mangoes and cum married into a single perfume. 

In the turquoise pool, Silerna tended to Mira, rubbing her skin with soft, multi-jointed fingers, until Mira felt that each pore had never been so clean. She lifted Mira's arms, one at a time, and gently stroked, sloughing off the black hair underneath. She took Mira's right foot in her hands, and softly scrubbed away the hard calluses on the bottom until the skin was like rose petals; then she released the foot into the water and moved on to the second foot. Silerna gave special, sweet attention to Mira's cunt, running her fingers along Mira's mons, and then down between the delicate folds, leaving her skin silk-soft and hairless. Her exquisite fingers then lightly rubbed the tender bits deep in the creases of Mira's pussy, over and over, making Mira keen and sway, but the Tiran woman withdrew her hand before Mira could climax.

Mira the Captive Ch. 02



Chapter 2: The Dining Chamber

"And now you will dine with the other whores," said Silerna, as they left the bathing room. The air in the corridor was warm and slightly breezy, making the large blue flowers that lined the wall sway on their dark vines. "By this time, all of you Captives can see properly, and all of you understand our language, and now you will learn about our ways." Silerna turned to face Mira and gently fastened a collar around her neck, attached to a black rope that felt cool when it brushed Mira's arm. Mira realized it was a thick vine, identical to the ones on the wall. Silerna held the vine-leash and led Mira back down the corridor, to where a tall Tiran man stood, staring ahead with an impassive expression. "Guard, here is our last Captive. You will bring her to the dining chamber. You will punish her if she misbehaves." She handed Mira's leash to the guard.

"Yes, madam." The guard spoke without changing expression.

"Little slut, you will speak respectfully to your guard and address him as 'Master,'" said Silerna, running a hand over Mira's head. "You will do as he commands."

Mira wanted to scream, 'Don't leave me!' But she held her tongue and said quietly, "Yes, Mistress."

The guard turned and led Mira down a long, spiral ramp. His brown-yellow body was painted with a smooth black fabric that clung to him so closely Mira could see the bulges of his back muscles shift as he walked. Like the two Tiran women, he stood a full foot taller than Mira. When Mira and the guard reached the bottom of the spiral, the ramp opened out into a large, round room, with a raised platform in the center, surrounded by small, plush red armchairs. In each armchair sat an Earth woman; there were about 75 of them. Their smooth nakedness, in all of the skin tones known on Mira's beloved planet, stood out against the dense, dark nap of the armchairs.

The guard led Mira to an empty chair near the heart of the circle. "You will sit," he told her, and she moved toward the seat, but felt a yanking at her neck as the guard pulled her back. "You will bend over the chair," he told her impassively. Mira bent over, holding onto the back of the chair, and felt the guard's huge hand sear her bottom with a painful slap. She gasped. "You will respond when I give you an order. You will say 'Yes, Master,'" he instructed, in his strange, low voice. He spanked her again, and again. 

"Yes, Master," croaked Mira. He commanded her to rise, and to take her seat, and she responded correctly this time. The plush chair felt soothing against her sore buttocks. She settled in, and turned her body to watch as the guard wrapped the vine-leash around the back of the seat. She felt a tension in her collar as the leash pulled itself tight, tethering her to the chair, forcing her to face forward again. A moment later, the guard handed Mira a bowl of square-cut purple fruit simmering in a stew of a non-earthly color. "Eat your bandy fruit," he commanded, handing her the bowl.

"Yes, Master." As the pain settled into her skin, she felt the familiar heat sneak into her crotch. Maybe they would command her to open her pussy for this Tiran man. She snuck a quick glance at him, at the black bulge between his legs that appeared larger since he had punished her. When he turned his head toward her, Mira quickly bent over her bowl. She ate the fruit with her fingers, sucking the juice and letting it slip slowly down her throat, closing her eyes to savor the flavor. Too soon, the bowl was empty. The guard took the bowl and handed her a tall glass full of clear liquid, commanding her to drink. "Yes, Master," she said, eagerly reaching for the glass. She lifted the glass to her mouth and took a full gulp, and gagged, almost spitting it out. It was salty and desperately bitter, the bitterest liquid she had ever tasted. Quickly, she swallowed; she did not want to leave this flavor in her mouth any longer than necessary. She looked up at the guard to see if he had noticed her gagging. He was indeed watching her, a faint smile of amusement in his violet eyes.

"You will drink all of your bandy wine, little slut," the guard said. She took another sip, her eyes on his, and swallowed obediently. "Good girl," he said, and she felt a pang in her pussy. The guard looked even more amused, as he watched her squirm in her seat. He leaned close. "If you ask me to fuck you, I will be required to beat you again, so do not ask, little slut," he murmured. "Unless you enjoy being beaten."

Did she enjoy being beaten? As the wine travelled through to her belly and spread throughout her limbs, deep into her organs, Mira felt pleasure, pain and desire swirl together; she no longer knew where one stopped and the other started. She forced her eyes away from the guard and tried to focus on finishing her wine. She held her breath as she sipped, but the bitterness still came through. Forcing her throat to stay open, Mira tipped the glass and drank the rest of her wine in one long gulp. She instantly felt the full affects of the wine: she was high, strangely lazy, and acutely horny.

The guard took her empty glass. At his command, Mira placed her arms down on the arms of the chair, and instantly a metal clamp rose up on each side to pin her down. The guard walked away, and the room darkened, except for the raised round platform at the center. Onto the platform stepped Daro, cold and statuesque, low tail twitching impatiently. "Hello, Captives. You are now the property of Daro and Silerna. We are the most exclusive traders on the planet Tir. We trade in a small quantity of Captives, picking only the most beautiful, and selling them by auction to the most prominent families on the planet. We are the only traders to properly train their Captives in obedience and Tir culture. As a favor, our esteemed customers have provided us with training documents from their private collections. For the rest of the trip, you will watch these documents after each meal. You will watch them carefully, and I will question you afterward to make sure you were paying attention." 

Daro rubbed the air with her palm, as though cleaning a window, and suddenly a man appeared, standing in a room lined with delicately patterned carpets. He was huge, like all Tirans, and had the familiar brown-yellow skin, but with white-blond hair. The man and the room appeared solid, but as Daro walked off of the stage, through the man's torso, Mira realized the whole image was a moving hologram. She watched lazily, the wine making her limbs sink into the chair. "Ah, come in, brother," said the man. He had a pleasant smile. A nearly identical Tiran walked in through the door. He settled himself on large cushions in the corner of the hologram room. "Where is the Captive?"

"Whore, come" said the first man, simply, and a beautiful, tiny Earth woman, with expressive dark eyes and olive skin, emerged from behind a screen. She was naked, except for a thin, glowing tattoo that encircled her upper arm. "My brother is tired from his trip. You will suck his cock."

"Yes, Master." Her voice was high and sweet, and full of unmistakable adoration. She walked to the brother, knelt before him, and gently pulled his cock from out of the folds in his clothing. As she licked and tugged and sucked, Mira could feel the whole room hold its breath. Mira knew that every seat in the room was wet with the juice of female longing.

The first brother approached the girl's swaying backside, cock in hand, and knelt behind her. He slowly teased her pussy with the tip of his cock, and she groaned, and sucked harder. "You will cum for your master," he said, and pushed his cock into her pussy, his long tail undulating in the air, its violet spirals glowing brighter the deeper he thrust. The girl's body shuddered, and she moaned louder, her mouth still holding tight to the brother's cock. The Tiran fucked slowly at first, holding the Earth girl's hips between his large hands. Then he moved one hand to the girl's breast and stroked a series of muffled cries out of her. He fucked faster then, thrusting hard, until the girl moaned in ecstasy, her mouth still full of cock. The two brothers climaxed together with a high cry, much the way Earth men cried when they came, thought Mira. Mira's hands strained against the clamps, and she crossed her legs in an attempt to press her thighs against her pussy, but it was no use. Up on the stage, the Earth girl gently removed the brother's cock from her mouth and rested her cheek on his pubic bone. The hologram Tiran men said "Good girl," in breathless unison, and stroked her black hair.

The room went bright again, and the hologram vanished. Daro walked onto the platform. "What does a Captive do? Answer, Katarina."

"A Captive does what her master tells her," came a shy voice from the center of the room.

"Correct. Does a Captive fuck anyone other than her master? Answer, Magda."

"Uh . . . A Captive has to fuck whoever her master tells her to fuck?" said another Earth voice.

"Correct. Is a Captive allowed to cum? Answer, Loraine."

"When she's got a hot master like that one, you bet she'll cum," answered Loraine. The room erupted in relieved laughter.

"You will be spanked for your disrespectful attitude. A Captive cums only when her master commands it. She is not allowed to touch herself, or anyone else, unless her master commands it. That is all for today. Guards, take these whores back to their rooms."



Mira the Captive Ch. 03



Chapter 3: angNaveena

Every day after that was the same. Mira would wake up to what felt like hours of feathering, followed by stroking. She was then led to the bathing room and "purified," as Silerna called it, and then given to a guard. The guard led her to the dining chamber and fed her stewed bandy fruit, of which she never tired, followed by the dreadful bandy wine, which she learned to love because it made her limbs feel so languid and delicious. Then, with the other Captives, she watched a document, featuring a different Tiran man each day. Some of the Tiran men were beautiful, and some were repulsive; some were cruel, and some were kind. The Earth women watched one man lead a line of 40 Captives to his courtyard at sunrise for what turned out to be a daily ritual spanking, performed by his wife, who sat in a chair at the center and received the whores one at a time. "To prevent misbehavior," Daro said, when no one could explain this ritual correctly. "It's an ancient Tiran practice, and many of the best families like to uphold the tradition."

One day, Daro stood on the stage and told the women, with a tone of disgust, "I am showing you today's document because Silerna insisted. It's her brother, angNaveena, and I'm sure he has nothing to teach you." She rubbed the air and a man appeared, sitting on a narrow couch made of round cushions, in a heavily carpeted room. The man wore a richly colored coat and pants, but his cock, half-hard, lay outside of his clothing. His large violet eyes were exactly like Silerna's, but he had straight red hair pulled back in a ponytail. A silver dragonfly the size of a small bird sat on his shoulder, slowly beating its wings. The room was lit with warm, flickering candles on every surface.

A naked Earth girl, blond and plump, stood in the doorway, staring at the man.

"Come here, inSorrel," he said quietly, and his cock twitched as he looked at his whore.

"Yes, Master." The girl walked over to where he sat.

"Let me look at you, pretty slut," said angNaveena gently. "Turn around so I can see your ass. Ahhhh, you are beautiful." The girl turned slowly. When she came back facing angNaveena, she stared into his eyes with unadulterated lust. He stared back, his cock rising hard and straight. "Sit on my lap, slut," he ordered, and she opened her legs and straddled him, the clean little pads of her feet turned back behind her. AngNaveena stroked her face with the back of his hand and then placed his hand on the back of her neck and pulled her head toward him, kissing her gently on the mouth. His other hand cupped a breast, then pinched a nipple. InSorrel gasped and nuzzled her Master's face with her cheek. "You will put my cock inside you, bitch," he said gently, caressing her side.

"I will do whatever you command, Master," she whispered, and she took hold of his cock with her hand, lifting her ass, and fit it inside her, raising her head and closing her eyes as she descended again, the plantain-colored cock disappearing into the smooth, creamy folds of her flesh. AngNaveena nestled a hand between his body and her cunt, and she ground against it, moaning helplessly. 

"You will cum for your Master, pretty little bitch," he said.

"Yes, Master," inSorrel whispered, and she rocked and moaned, rocked and moaned, until she cried out, a cry so loud it made the dining chamber vibrate. AngNaveena's cry, a minute later, was much gentler. After he came, he wrapped his arms around his Captive and she rested her head on his chest, her sweaty blond hair sticking to her face.

The room brightened again, the hologram disappeared, and 75 Earth women exhaled. "Well," announced Daro, returning to the platform, "I have no questions. There is nothing to learn from this, except how to be spoiled and pampered. You will return to your rooms."

That night Mira dreamed of angNaveena. He told her to turn, and to turn again. "Now come to me and suck my tongue," he said, but as she got closer to him, his face became Silerna's. She reached out and held Silerna's face, and kissed her violet lips.

The next day, Daro stood on the stage, her mouth pursed in exasperation. "We land in two days. Yesterday was a waste. We have no more documents, so I will talk about your duty to your Mistress. You will honor and obey your Mistress, because she is an extension of your Master. If she tells you to lick the floor clean, you will obey. If she tells you to fuck a house guest, you will obey. If she wants to beat you for her own enjoyment, you will submit. You are to serve both Master and Mistress."

Mira's head ached. She had slept a broken sleep, and the wine made her thoughts tumble. Images of angNaveena and Silerna swam in her head. Soft lips, hard cocks, violet pussy folds like the petals of a delicate, exotic flower. She longed to serve angNaveena, to be owned by such a tender Master. And she longed also to prove her devotion to her darling Mistress Silerna.

"What is a Captive's duty to her Mistress. Answer, Chitra."

"A Captive must serve her Mistress."

"Correct. And how does a Captive serve her Mistress? Answer, Mira."

Mira blinked, startled out of her reverie. "Well . . . A Captive serves her Mistress by licking her sweet pussy," she said, in a clear voice. She thought of her beloved Silerna.

Daro became absolutely still, staring at Mira in disbelief. Her pupils constricted and her tail flicked angrily. "I have never been so offended in my life," she finally sputtered. "Guard, you will take her to her room."

All heads turned and watched as the guard unbound Mira's arms, unwound her leash and led her out of the dining chamber. She stumbled after the guard, following him up the spiral ramp, down the hallway and into her room, feeling utterly bewildered and vulnerable. The guard tied her leash to the corner of the bed and told her to lay face-down on the floor and not move. Mira lay down obediently, the floor cold on her forehead and stomach. She felt the guard standing beside her, observing her, and she waited quietly for her punishment with eyes closed, a sense of terror growing in the pit of her stomach. Finally, she heard the sharp footsteps of Daro. 

"Guard," commanded Daro, "You will bring the Captive to me." The guard unfastened Mira's leash from the bed, tugged her up into a standing position, and lead her to Daro, who was seated in the oak chair in the center of the room. Daro's eyes were still blue-white with fury. "Whore," said Daro, "You have greatly offended not only me, but all Tiran women, with your foolish comment. You will bend over my knee and receive your punishment."

"Yes, Mistress," said Mira, trembling. She lay down over Daro's lap. Daro placed one hand on her back and pressed her down. There was a pause, and then Mira felt a hard, stinging slap. Another pause. And then another slap, and another, bringing shocking pain to Mira's buttocks. Mira struggled to get away, but Daro held her down with an iron grip. Daro had a lot of strength for spanking, and she was not holding back. Her slaps were slow, forceful, methodical and ceaseless. Mira wept squeakily, no longer struggling. Every time she believed that Daro was finished, she suddenly felt another slap. She could feel her bottom swelling with pain. She could feel the heat of reddened skin rising from her ass. She wondered what she had done wrong, why she was being punished so severely. Finally, Daro stopped.

"Guard," she said, a little breathlessly, "You will put a new cover on the bed. You will find it on the shelf by the door."

"Yes, madam," said the guard. 

Daro's fingers pried between Mira's legs. "Naughty, naughty girl, you're soaking wet. You enjoy this, don't you?"

"No, I don't!" gasped Mira, realizing her mistake a second later.

"Insolent slut," barked Daro triumphantly, and began to spank her again. "You will be respectful."

"Yes, Mistress," wept Mira. When Daro stopped again, and asked whether Mira enjoyed her spanking, Mira only answered, "Yes, Mistress."

"Then you will thank me for it," spat Daro.

"Thank you, Mistress," wept Mira.

The guard led Mira to her bed and commanded her to lie down, face-up, and fastened her ankles and wrists to the bedposts. The new bedcover underneath her was made of a prickly, woven fabric that tortured her raw skin. Daro and the guard left the room, and Mira lay on her bed for hours and hours, feeling the heat and pain, which so easily shifted to hot desire. Finally, exhausted and confused, she fell asleep.

Mira slept deeply, and woke to the sound of voices in the hallway.

"Daro, please," Silerna said, "The girl didn't know. She has shown us that she's devoted and attached, and those are good qualities in a Captive."

"Hmph," said Daro. "But she has a disrespectful tongue."

"Be that as it may, Daro, we're landing in 24 hours. I need to prepare the whore for auction. We have our profits to think about."

Silence. "Very well," said Daro, finally. "You may soothe her and prepare her for auction."

Silerna sailed into the room, smiling lovingly at Mira. She unbound her wrists and ankles and lifted her off the bed and onto the floor. Mira observed mutely as Silerna removed the scratchy brown bedcover and replaced it with the downy purple one. Silerna then sat on edge of the bed, her hands idly smoothing the cover, watching Mira with her large, violet eyes.

"Now, girl, you will climb onto the bed and lie on your stomach," said Silerna gently. "And I will rub your bottom with bandy salve. It is miraculous stuff, little whore. In an hour, your pain and marks will be gone."

"Yes, Mistress," said Mira, in a choked voice, and she kissed Silerna's hand as she climbed up, and then spread herself out on the welcoming blanket. The soft velour felt sweet against her breasts. She smelled the heady perfume of bandy oil, and almost cried from pleasure when Silerna's warm fingers touched her buttocks.

"And now, little slut, I'm going to explain a few things about the Tiran, and you will listen quietly."

"Yes, my Mistress," whispered Mira.

"We are an ancient people, little one. Quite literally ancient---We generally live until the age of 700 or even 800 Earth years. And so will you. Our bandy fruit makes Tiran and Earth people young and strong and vital. It tightens skin and smoothes wrinkles and heightens the senses. It strengthens the bones and prevents disease. You have nothing like it on Earth. Our gentle atmosphere also helps to keep us young---all of us, Tiran and Earthling, but Earth women, in particular, grow unspeakably radiant. Our men find you Earth Captives irresistible, and will pay high prices for you."

Mira wondered how old her lovely Mistress was, and, as though reading her mind, Silerna continued. "I myself am only 200 years old, but I am no longer considered young. I am what we call a 'mature' Tiran woman." She sighed. "Let me try to explain, little whore. You see, we are a sexually vital people, when we are young---We reach adulthood quickly, and then marry and spend the next 150 years fucking at every possible moment. Over that time, each family produces 3 children. But when the last child has finished suckling, the change sets in. The cunt of the Tiran woman slowly contracts and disappears, and her folds and lips and clitoris stretch tight until they are completely smooth. A Tiran woman loses her sexual parts, but she also loses her feelings and desire. Sweet girl," she said, smoothing more salve into Mira's skin, "your beloved mistress has no pussy to lick. And Daro has no pussy to lick. You did not know, but to speak of such things to a mature woman is the worse offense possible."

Mira's heart ached for her Mistress. She wanted to be spanked again when she realized what a cruel, thoughtless thing she had said. She bit her lip and tried not to cry. Silerna's sweet touch made guilt and love swell inside her.

Silerna's hands began to massage the salve into Mira's back, which had multiple scratches from the brown bedcover. "The men undergo a change as well, but it is a different sort of change. Their libidos increase tenfold, and they require multiple Captives just to keep from going mad. Those of lower income frequent the fuckhouses, where they find Earth Captives that have been shipped by our competitors. The better families, however, purchase Captives from Daro and me, and build large households around them. The Mistresses of these households tolerate the earthlings because they have to. . . Although our mature Tiran women no longer have sexual desire, they still experience a sort of frustration and resentment. Some soothe their frustration by spanking their husbands' Captives. Others find solace in stroking and loving their husbands' Captives." Silerna's fingers worked their way up to Mira's arms, gently massaging the salve into her skin. "You can tell by the hands what kind of Mistress you have. Wide hands, like Daro's, indicate a desire to punish. And long hands, like mine, a desire to caress."

It was too much information, and Mira knew she would think about it for days to come, trying to make sense of it. Silerna rested her hand on Mira's back. "And now, little whore, you have my permission to speak."

Mira finally let loose the tears that she had been holding back since discovering that her Mistress had no pussy. "I am so sorry, Mistress," she sobbed. "I spoke thoughtlessly. I did not mean to offend you. Please forgive me."

Silerna kissed her cheek and wiped the tears with her long hand. "I was not offended, but Daro was deeply offended. She will be happy if she never sets eyes on you again . . . Is that all you have to say, pretty one?"

Mira gulped, trying to calm her pounding heart. "Please don't sell me, Mistress. Please. Please take me home with you."

Silerna laughed and laughed, throwing her head back so that the lively purple hair writhed in every direction. Finally, catching her breath, she said, "No, little one, you are way too valuable. I can't afford not to sell you." Mira felt tears rise again to her eyes. "Little whore, don't cry about this. If you came home with me, you'd be the property of my husband, angSilerna, and you would not be happy. He is a kind man, and fucks well, but he owns 104 Captives, and they vie for his attention. My home is a web of cunt juice and frustration. You really, really would not be happy."

Silerna kissed Mira again on the cheek. "Rest and heal. Tomorrow we land, and go to auction, and you will meet your new Master."



Mira the Captive Ch. 04



Chapter 4: The Auction

Mira sat bound to her armchair in the dining chamber, watching Tiran guards lead Earth women away. Her nerve-endings buzzed. Today, after bathing her, Silerna had rubbed bandy oil over every inch of Mira's body, leaving her shiny and smooth, with the arousing scent of the oil rising, heated, from her skin. The guard had given Mira two glasses of bandy wine, so that her pussy ached intensely and her mind could no longer form words, but was focused on a single desire: To feel a cock inside her. She watched guards and Earth women rise and leave, rise and leave, until only a handful of Captives remained---glowing, naked bodies in a sea of empty chairs. Finally, a guard approached her chair, snapped open her cuffs and unwound her leash. "You will follow me."

"Yes, Master," she murmured, and she followed him dazedly up to the center of the stage, stepping into the circumference of a small, metal circle. 

"Hold onto me," the guard instructed, and Mira wrapped her arms around him, feeling his hard torso against her chest, and the iron contours of his penis pressing into her belly. Instantly, the circle plunged downward, like an elevator with broken cables. On Earth, Mira would have been terrified, but the strangeness and the wine and the guard's stability all served to flood her body with pleasure, rather than stress, as the circle plummeted. 

And then, suddenly, it was still. The guard unwrapped Mira from around his chest, and took firm hold of her wrists, forcing her arms behind her back and deftly roping them together. He stepped off the circle, tugging her leash, and she followed him, awkwardly off-balance with her arms bound. The bottoms of her toes met a groundcover thick with fallen flower petals, unbearably soft beneath her tender, scrubbed feet. The air was warm and humid, and clearly nighttime, but it was the bluest, brightest night Mira had ever seen. They stepped silently through an outdoor corridor lined with trees that rose high overhead. The trees grew in clumps of multiple trunks, like banyans, interwoven with thick vines, with the now-familiar oversized blue trumpet-flowers dangling downward, glowing and nodding. Up above, the sky was night-blue with swaths of sparkling stars. Mira walked and walked, her eyes trained on the muscular back of the guard in front of her, until the path opened up into a clearing.

Two round silver moons hung high among the stars. In the extra-bright moonlight, Mira saw that she was in a small, stone amphitheatre, open to the sky, with rows of empty seats rising up along one half of the structure and a stage in the center. In the other half of the structure stood the Captives, arranged on a series of round pedestals, spaced about a foot apart. The women's arms were bound behind their backs, and their leashes were spiraled tightly around metal rods that were anchored into the center of the pedestals. As the guard led Mira toward an empty rod, she recognized Katarina, Chitra, Magda, and other Captives from the ship. They stood still on their platforms like statues, all facing the center of the theatre, their skin glowing garishly in the strange light. Mira scanned the faces in search of Loraine, but didn't see her. 

The guard positioned Mira with his strong hands, and then twisted her leash around the rod, firmly tethering her to her platform. Then he left and she stood alone in the silent, open air, watching the two moons of Tir slowly angle toward the horizon and the sky turn purplish orange. As the world changed color, Mira's guard returned, bringing another vessel of bandy wine and tipping it into her mouth, and she swallowed, tasting its bitter saltiness and feeling the heaviness of overdue orgasms weighing down her clitoris with each sip.

Daylight slowly poured into the jungle amphitheatre. Mira heard the faint sound of male voices. Soon, Tiran men trickled in, and began to stroll among the Captives, touching them and pinching them. Mira saw one approach her, the spirals on his body glowing in the early morning light. She closed her eyes, feeling the fluids slick on her thighs. She felt a hand on her ass, heard a grunt of approval. Two hands fondled her breasts and she felt hot breath on her neck. "Good little girl, harden those nipples for me." Mira moaned and shifted. She kept her eyes closed, ashamed to confront the men. The parade of hands continued, soft strokes and pinches on every part of her body.

Then there was a lull, the early birds apparently finished with their rounds. Mira opened her eyes again. Half the seats in the amphitheatre now contained Tiran men, all tall and dressed in lush brocades, some of them taking notes on small, thick squares of paper. Mira's eyes were drawn to one man with wiry blue hair; he sat back in his seat with a large, stiff cock rising at an angle from his clothing. A pale Captive knelt beside him, her leash attached to his arm. The man motioned impatiently with his hand, and the girl bent in toward his crotch, wrapping her hand around his penis and licking it. Mira could see thin, red lines crisscrossing the girl's bottom. The Captive sucked hard, with total concentration, but the blue-haired man appeared unmoved by the blowjob, looking out at the world nonchalantly as the girl sucked and pulled at his cock. 

Mira couldn't tear her eyes away. She almost jumped when she heard a voice in her ear: "Your mouth would suit my cock nicely." She turned her head, and saw the man she had been fantasizing about for two days: tender angNaveena. Mira quickly looked at the ground, flushing. She was certain angNaveena could see her thoughts, that he knew how much she wanted him to touch her, to penetrate her. 

Another voice, a jovial one, said, "AngNaveena, this is the one. If you bid on one whore, it has to be this one. She is breathtaking." 

Mira felt a finger under her chin, tilting her face upward. She squeezed her eyes shut. "Look at me, you naughty girl," said angNaveena gently. Mira opened her eyes and looked into his purple ones, her heart pounding so hard she was sure he could see it thumping beneath the fat of her breast. "Yes angKov, you may be right . . ." AngNaveena withdrew his finger and looked at her thoughtfully. She stared back, obediently, her skin hot with embarrassment and arousal. AngNaveena's mouth was soft, almost feminine, upturned in a gentle smile. His eyes were darker than Silerna's, his deep-violet pupils almost touching the edges. As he studied Mira, the dragonfly on his shoulder slowly shifted its wings, glinting in the early-morning sun like woven silver. Then angNaveena gave a little nod, and the two men moved on. AngNaveena stopped now and then to lightly touch or inspect a Captive. His companion was less restrained---He was tall, even for a Tiran, and bald, and smiled continuously, and he reached out and ran a hand along the curve-line of every Captive he passed, all the while talking to angNaveena and laughing. Mira watched the two men until they reached the other side of the amphitheatre and settled into their seats.

Now the stone seats were two-thirds full of Tiran men, mostly in pairs, conversing in a low, male hum. As the sky brightened, Mira noticed another tone, a pretty, soft vibration that looped and bounced inside the walls of the amphitheatre. She finally traced the sound to the stage, where Silerna stood, arms held wide with her hands opened toward the sky. Silerna's eyes were closed, her chin lifted upward, her tail ever so slowly swishing the air. While Silerna intoned, the men grew quieter, until finally her cello-like voice was the only sound audible. Silerna lowered her arms, opened her eyes, and smiled broadly at her audience. "Welcome to the biannual Tir 7 Captive Auction. We have a new batch of beauties, fresh from the planet Earth. Men, you will not be disappointed." She laughed, and the men, eyes trained on Silerna, laughed too. "I see a few new faces . . . Please keep in mind that the whores do not officially belong to you until you've paid Daro and performed the ceremony. And now, let's begin." Silerna turned to her left and twirled her elegant hand at one of the guards, who stood stoically next to the stage, holding the Captive Katarina by a leash. The guard nodded back at Silerna, and led Katarina carefully up the stone steps to center-stage. As they walked, Katarina studiously looked at her bare feet, hunks of smooth, blond hair falling over her cheeks to hide her face. 

Once he had positioned Katarina to the left of Silerna, the guard stood motionless behind the two women, holding the leash. Silerna beamed at her audience, and then turned to Katarina and scooped up a hank of her hair. "Our first item today is Captive 19 . . . Have you ever seen hair like this? It has already grown 6 inches, just on the journey to Tir . . . Nineteen is shy and obedient as well as luscious . . . Katarina, you will look at the men."

"Yes, Mistress." Katarina raised her head, stage-terror plaguing the corners of her eyes.

"The bidding starts at 3,000 shards. " The blue-haired man nonchalantly raised an index finger. "And, we have a bid from angTurken. Anyone, 3,100?" Another man gave a nod. AngTurken then bid 3,200, simultaneously raising his finger and tugging the leash of his little Captive, who bent forward and once again wrapped her mouth around his cock. Mira watched, through her bandy-wine induced languor, trying to make sense of the process, enjoying the music of Silerna's voice and the sensual swirl of her hands, and then drawn back to angTurken and his Captive. Her eyes took in angNaveena as well, who sat two seats away from angTurken. AngNaveena's head was cocked toward his bald friend, who gestured and chatted throughout the auction. The auction for the first Captive finished quickly, with angTurken winning Katarina for 6,000 shards. A guard promptly presented another Captive, and the next round of bidding began.

And so it continued. The day grew brighter, and Silerna's voice resonated in the quiet of the stone amphitheatre, praising the beauty, sensuality, dexterity and obedience of Mira's Captive companions. AngTurken, the blue-haired man, bid on several Captives, and won at least five of them. He seemed to have an endless need for felatio; his girl knelt beside him like a pet waiting to be fed, and every few bids, he pulled her leash and her head and hand resumed their place between his legs. While the girl serviced him, angTurken continued bidding, his face barely changing expression.

All around Mira, the pedestals emptied as the auction proceeded. Guards walked among the remaining Captives, pouring wine into their mouths and here and there un-tethering a Captive to lead her toward the stage. And then, suddenly, a guard was loosening Mira's leash and pulling her off her pedestal. She followed, feeling faint, conscious of her thighs rubbing wetly together and her ass shifting as she walked. Strange, staccato birds cried in the jungle beyond the theatre. Her legs felt weak; she could barely raise her knees to climb the stone steps up to the stage. When she reached the center of the stage, Silerna looked lovingly down into her eyes and moved her arm to Mira's back, placing her fingers lightly on Mira's bound wrists. Then she folded Mira's right hand into her own long, exquisitely soft one. Silerna turned back to the audience, looking around meaningfully at the Tiran men.

"Number 47. . . This one is special. . . Not only is she an exceptional beauty---ripe, smooth, silky to the touch---but she has a highly developed depravity and a sense of devotion rarely found in new Captives. Men, the bidding starts at 11,000 shards." A little groan of exasperation came from the crowd. "And . . . do I see 11,000 from angTurken?"

Mira felt her blood turn cold. She could not, she would not have this inattentive man for a Master. She was meant for angNaveena. She felt despair rise in her chest. Then, as though to reassure her, Silerna's tail lifted upward and began to stroke Mira's spine with its pointed tip, and Mira felt herself relax again. 

"Do I hear 11,100? Thank you, angNaveena, it's about time you put in a bid." Mira's heart jumped; she saw angNaveena gesture with two fingers. He and his friend were suddenly watching the stage intently. AngTurken casually raised the bid, and angNaveena outbid him again. AngTurken rolled his eyes and lifted his hand; angNaveena smiled, and gestured with his fingers again. Again and again, Silerna requested bids, and the two men leapfrogged one another with higher and higher amounts, until the bidding reached 17,000 shards. AngTurken threw angNaveena an irritated look, and pulled his dick out of his pants for the little Captive to suck again. 

"And do I hear 17,100? Okay, angTurken bids 17,100. . . AngTurken---you will have at least five whores to name this afternoon, so don't forget to save some spunk for the naming ceremony." The audience burst out laughing, and angTurken's face screwed up into a sour smirk. He and angNaveena continued outbidding each other, while the Captive worked ever more noisily on angTurken's cock, the smacking sucking sounds resonating around the amphitheatre whenever Silerna's voice grew quiet. 

"Do I hear 26,000? Thank you; angNaveena bids 26,000. . . How about 26,100?" A shaft of brilliant sunlight filtered through a gap in the stonework, directly hitting the dragonfly on angNaveena's shoulder. The creature suddenly fluttered upward, spastically circling, and flapped down the row of seats and into angTurken's eyes. Startled, the blue-haired man waved his hands in front of his face, his body jerking from side to side, throwing the little Captive off of her position. As she fell to the ground, Silerna blissfully announced, "All right then, we have no more bids---angNaveena has placed the winning bid for Captive 47, at the extraordinary price of 26,000 shards. Congratulations to angNaveena, the new Master of Captive 47."



Mira the Captive Ch. 05



Chapter 5: Property of Her Master

Mira's guard held her elbow and led her down the stone steps, off the stage, past the seated audience and through a pitch-dark stone corridor. They emerged outside, in the semi-open area surrounding the arena. The clumped jungle trees grew in patches and in between them, in small clearings, stood tall, round tents, pointing high and hung with shimmery, half-transparent draping fabric. Stepping slowly and deliberately, the guard and Mira wove between tents and trees, and finally stopped at a coral-colored tent. The guard reached out and slid his hand between two drapes, and the fabric rolled aside, revealing an empty, sunny room, filled with rosy light, with a thick floor of flower petals. They walked into the center of the tent and stood still for what felt like an hour. The warm light caressed Mira's skin, the soft ground teased her soles, and Mira's belly fluttered with joy and anticipation--- but also with distrust. What if it was all a mistake? What if angTurken strode into the tent, claimed her as his own, and took her home to beat her and coldly feed her his cum? She would defy the famed Tiran longevity, and will herself to die.

And then the cloth door rolled open, and angNaveena walked in, and Mira felt herself smile, and blush, and smile again. Daro and angKov followed close behind. AngKov smiled broadly upon seeing Mira. "Little whore, I hope angNaveena will loan you to me, so I can see what your pretty face looks like when you're cumming." Mira looked away. She was not ready to contemplate being loaned out.

AngNaveena reached into his vest, and pulled out a small lumpy bag. "Here you go, greedy Daro," he said, handing her the bag.

"Well then," Daro grunted, "She's all yours. Good riddance. You may find that she is a handful."

"I hope so," laughed angNaveena. "I want every excuse to spank her."

Daro rolled her blue eyes. "I see that you have brought your own witness, so my work here is done. Guard, come." She turned abruptly and headed toward the door. The guard quickly handed Mira's leash to angKov and followed Daro out of the tent. The cloth door rolled closed, and Mira and the two men stood quietly for a moment, angKov holding the leash loosely and staring down at Mira with good-natured admiration.

AngNaveena turned to Mira. "Now that we've gotten rid of that loathsome trader, let us perform our naming ceremony, and make a proper Captive of you. . . .AngKov, would you be so kind as to unfasten her arms and remove that confounded leash?" AngKov moved close to Mira and unbound the leash at her neck; then he untied Mira's arm restraints and stroked her arms, one at a time, with his strong hands, bringing back the circulation and softening the red indentations left by the rope. "There, pretty slut, now you'll be able to caress your Master---and his friends, I hope." AngKov stepped back and opened a large brown sack that was slung over his shoulder, stowing the restraints and leash inside.

When angKov was still again, angNaveena gave him a little nod, and then stepped in front of Mira and stood looking down into her face, not taking his eyes off of her. AngNaveena reached down between the folds of his trousers and pulled out his cock, which Mira had only seen before in hologram form. It was very close to Mira's face, now, pointing right toward her, held in angNaveena's right hand, looking thicker than she remembered. It was already stiff and fat and surprisingly close to cumming, with purple veins bulging at the surface, and glowing, violet lines spiraling up the length of it, which culminated in a deep-purple head. AngNaveena wrapped his fist tightly around his cock, his thumb moving back and forth across the rise of its head. While he tugged at himself, he stared into Mira's face so intently that it took her breath away. His long tail pointed straight up and stirred the air like a hypnotized cobra. AngNaveena's hand tightened on his penis and his strokes lengthened and quickened, each rapid stroke ending with a twist of his palm as it enclosed and slid over his throbbing head. The thin, tight, luminescent skin of the shaft shifted and compacted with each movement, so that the whole tent was filled with vibrating light that emanated from the spirals. The glistening head of his cock grew brighter and brighter purple as his hand moved faster and faster, until he gave a little groan and before Mira could react, the cum flew out of it and onto her breasts in a hot little wad.

Breathing hard, angNaveena tucked his penis, still slightly stiff, back into his clothing. With the flat of his soft fingers, he touched the cum on Mira's chest, rubbing it into her skin. Then he moved his sticky hand to her right arm, near the shoulder, and she felt a sudden painful burning sensation.

"Ah! No!" Mira flinched, and tears rolled down her cheeks.

"Little whore, you are not allowed to say 'No'," murmured angNaveena, smoothing the spot gently with his fingertips. "You sly thing, you are already creating excuses for me to punish you . . .but it will have to wait."

Mira wanted to correct him, to tell him No, he had burned her, and it hurt, but she swallowed her words. He was her Master now; there was no point arguing.

"Now, look down at your mark, little one," said angNaveena. Mira looked at her arm, and saw a glowing purple tattoo in the shape of a tree with wide-spread branches, its long roots forming two spirals that encircled her upper arm like delicate bracelets.

AngNaveena stood up very straight, looked down into Mira's eyes, and said, "Your name is now inMira angNaveena, which means 'Mira the Captive, property of angNaveena.' From this time forward, you are my property, and are required to honor and obey me as your Master. Now inMira, repeat after me: I am inMira angNaveena . . ."

It took Mira a moment to realize he wanted her to speak, but when she finally opened her mouth, her voice came out raspy, clogged with the recent painful treatment and a slight sense of betrayal. "I am inMira angNaveena . . ."

"From this time forth, I am the property of angNaveena, and will honor and obey him as my Master."

Mira repeated the words. 

"Master angKov is my honored witness," finished angNaveena, and Mira repeated his words.

Then angKov, who had been eagerly watching the ceremony, stepped in front of Mira and took the wrist of her branded arm in his hand, lifting it over her head. He swiftly pressed his thumb into the tender skin near her armpit, and once again she felt the burn, and she flinched. AngKov pulled Mira's arm toward his mouth and softly kissed the burned spot. "With this imprint I mark my presence as witness to the naming of inMira angNaveena," he said gently, and kissed the spot again.

"Oh, really, angKov, I haven't even fucked her yet, and you're already showing her tenderness. I don't even know why we're friends." AngNaveena smiled at his friend, but his face was tense.

"We're friends because you need me," chuckled angKov, stepping away from Mira. "The girl is weeping, she is in pain, and all you can think about is protocol. If you can't soothe her, then I must. And speaking of fucking . . .you had better fuck her soon; she is desperately in need."

Mira felt her whole body flush with appreciation of the kindness of angKov, but also with acute self-consciousness. She felt a strong urge to run out of the tent and hide in the jungle. Was it that obvious how much she needed to be fucked?

AngNaveena sighed, his expression softening. "As always, angKov, you are a better man than I. Naveena's friends convinced me that I was too lenient with my Captives, but in truth, her friends are a flock of wide-handed, retrograde harpies. I do not need to listen to them----I need to listen to my heart, and my heart says to kiss this sweet little whore." He stroked Mira's cheek, and then gently kissed her mouth. His lips were smooth as water. Mira's cunt felt hot between her thighs. "You're a good girl," murmured angNaveena, pulling away from her. "And now, let's leave, angKov. I want to get home soon---I do not trust my wife."

AngKov nodded and the two men walked toward the door. "Follow us, inMira," said angNaveena, glancing back at her.

"Yes, Master," answered Mira, amazed that they trusted her to follow them without a leash or restraints. They rolled back the fabric door of the tent and walked out into the jungle. Mira walked closely behind the two men, through the sea of tents, around the jungle trees, and out to a pebbly road. Along the side of the road were dozens of brightly colored, wide-wheeled carts. The two men crossed the road and headed toward a deep-red cart, but Mira hesitated. Her bare feet were so tender, and the pebbles looked sharp.

"InMira, you must follow!" AngNaveena stood at the cart and looked back at Mira.

"Yes, Master." Mira tiptoed along the road, the rocks digging into her soft toes. The two men watched, until finally angNaveena threw up his hands.

"Oh, by the two moons, how long will this take?" He quickly crossed the road, picked Mira up in his arms like a small child, and carried her to the cart. "It's all right, girl, I will not punish you," he said, setting her down carefully in the front seat. "Your feet must stay soft. That way, you will always please your Master, and you will never run away." He seated himself next to her, and the cart began to move, although Mira saw no animal hauling it and heard no engine sounds.

AngKov settled into the backseat, and they rolled forward, swaying and rattling. AngNaveena seemed to steer the vehicle with a long stick, but he did it casually, with the tips of his fingers---The cart almost drove itself. They rode through the dark, dense jungle in silence, bumping vigorously on the narrow seats. After a short time, the cart emerged into an open, rose-colored field, laced with a snaking turquoise waterway. As they rode, Mira observed the world around her, drinking in its beauty. The cart mounted a long bridge, crossing over the sinuous river into an orchard of wide-branched silver trees, much like the tree depicted in Mira's tattoo. After a few minutes, they crossed another turquoise river, and entered another orchard exactly like the first. And then another river, another bridge, another orchard. For hours, they mounted bridges and traversed orchards, with only the clatter of the cart for noise. The cart shook and jolted, and the beauty of Tir washed over Mira. She heard snoring amidst the cart's rattling, and turned around to see angKov slumped forward, asleep. Mira felt herself grow sleepy, too. She relaxed into the vibrations, letting the colors of the landscape bathe her soul, feeling every little bump and jump of the rocky road under her skin. Under her skin . . . Mira's cunt tingled, and she realized that the bumpy ride was shaking her toward orgasm. She snuck a glance at her Master, who was looking straight ahead, casually holding the stick and smiling. Mira shifted her position, spreading her legs a little further apart and bending forward, pressing down on her toes and lifting her heels, so that the cart's vibrations moved more easily into her pussy. She knew it was forbidden, but she didn't care. Mira tried to keep her face impassive as the warm waves shuddered through her body. She would close her eyes and pretend to be asleep; no one would ever know.

Suddenly, the cart stopped. Mira opened her eyes, frustration seizing her crotch. The cart was parked in a small clearing next to a thick orchard. "InMira, you will step out of the cart," said angNaveena levelly.

"Yes, Master." She lowered herself from the cart and followed angNaveena into the trees. He was holding a small bucket. His legs, so much longer than Mira's, carried him long distances with every stride. Mira walked fast, trying to keep up. They walked deep into the orchard. When Mira paused to look back, the cart and the road were no longer visible. All around her, the trees were thick and oddly spaced, and a light music brushed the branches, like the pretty clunking of multiple wooden wind chimes. Warm sunlight sifted through the silver leaves. 

Mira hurried again to catch up with angNaveena, but as soon as she reached him, he stopped and sat down on the ground between two trees. "Kneel here, inMira."

Mira knelt beside him. AngNaveena pulled a large bowl of fragrant bandy fruit out of his silver bucket, along with a flagon of wine. With a hard little hunger pang, Mira realized she hadn't eaten since her last meal on the ship. Her Master handed her the bandy fruit, one square at a time, and she tried not to eat it too fast, tried not to let the delicious juices dribble down her face. AngNaveena poured her an enormous cup of bandy wine, and in her starved state, even that tasted good, and she guzzled it and then took another cup. And then, as soon as the second cup was empty, the heat in her pussy returned, but twice as demanding as before. Please, please fuck me she thought. She held her hands together and prayed to her Master, hoping he could somehow read her mind. 

"InMira, lie down," said angNaveena quietly. He was staring at her with his wide purple eyes. The dragonfly on his shoulder rose into the air, circling over both their heads. Mira's heart beat hard and fast. She curled over to lay face-up on the soft leaves, her legs bent at the knees, and she watched AngNaveena lay down beside her on his side. With his long fingers, he touched her cheek, and then her ear, and then traced a line down her neck, and between her breasts, and down past her navel, to her lower belly. Mira whimpered.

"InMira," said her Master softly. "That was very naughty, back in the cart. You will be spanked for it----eventually. But that's not what we're going to do now." He leaned down and took her nipple in his mouth, and Mira felt a tear of relief trickle out of her eyes, down into her ear. "I'm supposed to wait till we get home before I fuck you, but you need it too badly. So, little bitch, I am going to fuck you here." He moved his lips to her other breast and sucked hard, making both nipples pucker into tight little points. As he sucked, his palm stroked the soft skin of her belly and she felt his hard prick push against her leg. Then his lips moved to her neck, and his kisses sent goose bumps through every inch of her skin. He nuzzled her ear and murmured,

"InMira, I think you want me to put my cock in you and fuck you hard. Am I right?"

"Yes, Master," she whispered.

"Then say it, little one. I command you to say it." His eyes were glinting.

"Master, I want you to fuck me hard." Her voice shook.

"And I want you to beg me, little slut," he said slyly, caressing her inner thighs with the tip of his middle finger.

"Please," she gasped, the tears now rolling down her cheeks. "Please Master, please fuck me hard."

"Well then, inMira, since you are begging me, I will fuck you hard, and I want you to cum as hard as you can. Pretty slut, open your legs for me."

Mira opened her legs, and angNaveena rubbed her belly again with his palm, and nibbled her neck, and then slid his hand down to her pussy. "By the two moons," he said in amazement, "My sister has prepared you a little too well; you are as wet as the Surdan River." He took hold of her legs, one in each hand, and pushed her knees further apart, his long thumbs pressing against the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. Mira groaned, and angNaveena rolled himself on top of her, holding himself up with his arms. He shifted his hands so that they pinned Mira's wrists against the ground near her head. Carefully, he slid his cock into her. Mira felt a hot wave of pleasure, her Master's cock expanding the edges of her pussy, an orgasm mounting right away and radiating through her body. She arched her back to meet angNaveena's torso with her own, gripping his penis with her cunt, white light flooding her head and desire bursting through her skin, held in a shuddering climax for an eternity. She heard a moaning scream, like a wild bird, as if from far away, and realized it was her own voice crying in ecstasy. AngNaveena thrust harder into her now, and she felt the burgeoning of another, slower orgasm, mounting on the heels of the first, carrying with it a flood of adoration for her Master. She looked helplessly into his face. His large eyes, unfocussed, with lids half-lowered, looked right into her own eyes, sending electric jolts through her lower body. Beads of sweat formed on his dark-yellow skin.

"InMira," he quietly crooned. "Beautiful, beautiful whore."

"Master, I am yours." As she moaned these words, Mira felt the orgasm crest.

"You are mine, inMira; you are my property; you belong to me." Mira pulled her legs in and wrapped them tightly around her Master, locking her feet at his back, drawing him toward her. AngNaveena began to thrust in and out of her, faster and faster. She held back, letting the orgasm climb to higher and higher intensity as her Master shoved harder and harder into her. And then angNaveena rammed hard and held rigid, crying, and Mira throbbed and climaxed with him---They came together, their torsos clinging, slippery with sweat, and he stayed hard inside her while she continued throbbing. And then, when she finally grew still, he carefully pulled out of her, and rolled back beside her, and they lay, breathing heavily, their wet skin just barely touching.

A sudden, happy voice intruded on Mira's sated senses. "Naveena will be angry, but you did the right thing, my friend." Mira looked up, languidly, and saw angKov standing over them. His bald head shone in the sunlight. "You two were very noisy; you woke me up."

"AngKov," said angNaveena calmly, taking Mira's hand in his own as he spoke, "I will not tell Naveena about this little picnic with inMira, and neither will you. We will go home, and I will take inMira to my chambers, and Naveena will sit in her chair and watch us fuck, and we will all pretend it is inMira's first time with me. I assure you, she will cum again. She is entirely sensual."

"My lips are sealed, my friend, I will never tell." AngKov laughed heartily. "Now let's get back in that cart, finish this accursed journey, and face your wife."



Mira the Captive Ch. 06



Chapter 6: The House of angNaveena

Someone was shrieking. Mira heard from it afar, a desperate, muffled sound that penetrated her dreams and pulled her out of a profound sleep. She lay curled in the back of the wagon, jostled and disoriented. Her head rested on a lap, and a hand gently smoothed her hair, over and over. "There's always a disaster when angNaveena goes away," said a voice close to her, and she realized she had been sleeping on the lap of angKov.

Mira sat up and rubbed her eyes. She saw angNaveena's red ponytail swinging against the seat in front of her, and felt her blood grow warm at the memory of his body poised over her own, calling her his beautiful whore, fucking her with his thick cock. Her cunt felt heavy and swollen; she wanted to climb into the front seat and mount her Master right then and there. . . . But that wasn't proper Captive behavior. A Captive had to wait.

The cart was wending its way up a small drive, through an orchard of wide-branched, silver trees. Up ahead, at the end of the drive, stood a coral-colored, castle-like structure. Its smooth stone-block walls and towers shone like fire in the setting sun. As they moved closer to it, the shrieking grew louder. Mira looked at angKov, questioningly. 

"Ah, the pretty slut is awake and full of questions," he said, leaning down and kissing her forehead. "AngNaveena, my friend, I wonder what mischief your wife has been up to this time."

"I don't know," said angNaveena grimly, "But I don't like the sound of it."

They drew closer to the bright building. Now Mira could make out an open arch in the center of the front wall, revealing a jumble of silver, green, pink and purple. Suddenly, a small purple figure flew out of the archway, running straight toward the cart. She had long, shiny black hair that fell almost to her ankles, and wore a silky white smock that wrapped around her breasts and hips, leaving most of her radiant, violet skin uncovered. As she came closer, Mira realized that she was short for a Tiran, barely taller than an Earth woman. Her stubby tail beat the air frantically and she sobbed. When she finally reached the cart, she panted hard, while her lips kept trying to form words.

"InSorrel . . . Naveena . . . ."

"Eesha, get in the cart," angNaveena interrupted her, and she ran to the other side and climbed in next to him, still crying and gasping. AngNaveena pushed his stick straight forward and the wagon sped up; Mira held on to angKov as they rattled furiously down the drive. 

"Eesha, is my wife hurting inSorrel?" To this question, Eesha let out a loud wail. 

They raced forward, toward the castle, until it loomed over them. AngNaveena pushed the stick in a tight loop and the cart stopped abruptly. He and Eesha jumped to the ground. "AngKov, you are in charge of my new Captive while I take care of this disaster," he called, as he and Eesha ran through the archway.

"As always," sighed angKov. "Come, inMira." He lifted her out of the cart, setting her down gently. The archway opened in front of them invitingly, its curved sides framing a view of flowers and trees and plants of every color. AngKov took Mira's hand and they walked through, into a large, triangular courtyard. 

Now that the noise of wheels on pebbles had stopped, Mira heard not just one voice crying, but several. She let her ears adjust and observed her new home, looking all around while her thumb absent-mindedly rubbed one of angKov's knuckles. There were three towers, seven stories high, with open, arched windows dancing around the circumference of each floor. Loose curtains hung in the windows, blowing gently in the warm breeze. Like the final flourish in an illuminated manuscript, delicate ramps spiraled around each of the towers, leveling off at each of the seven floors in front of dark, carved wooden doors. Three tall walls connected the three towers. Creeping up and around the walls and towers were thick, black vines, hung with gold flowers the size of serving bowls---except for the tower to Mira's left, where the vines abruptly stopped. Even in dwindling daylight, the courtyard itself was a careful jumble of color and texture: Mira saw masses of multi-colored plants; the ground felt velvety-soft, due to a thick layer of hand-sized, napped silver and orange leaves; and two high, blue-green trees cast long, leafy shadows over red stone benches, padded ground, flowers, towers, walls and people.

Mira took in the familiar, alien, strangely medieval beauty, but she soon focused on a scene on the other side of the courtyard. There, under one of the trees, stood a round table that appeared to be the centerpiece of angNaveena's domestic drama. A pale, naked Captive was bent over the table, her ass in the air, and next to her stood a Tiran woman with long, curly white hair and a pronounced curly tail to match. Even from far away, Mira could see that the Tiran woman stood very straight and wore elegant drapery---brocaded, richly colored, shimmering. The woman held a long stick, which she caressed with one hand as she spoke with angNaveena. Several equally well-dressed Tiran women sat in chairs around the table, sipping from large goblets, watching the scene. AngNaveena gestured emphatically to the curly-haired woman, and she smiled equably at him, her mouth barely moving. A few paces behind angNaveena stood a swath of naked Captives---One Earth girl with creamy brown skin, messy black hair and a tiny waist clung to another large-hipped, heavy breasted Captive, wailing brokenheartedly; beside them, a third, paler Captive, slight and birdlike, buried her face in Eesha's shoulder and sobbed while Eesha stroked her red braided hair. Eesha's violet skin and bright-white shift glowed softly in the approaching dusk.

Mira felt angKov squeeze her hand. "InMira, I will tell you a secret . . . My sweet wife detests Naveena. She will never forgive me if I arrive home without a full report of this little drama. So I'm afraid we will need to stand a little closer so that we can hear what is being said. Come, whore." They walked across the courtyard. Mira listened carefully, unable to separate words and language from the crying of the Captives, until angKov led her to a spot a few feet from angNaveena, and, finally, the dialogue emerged from the din. AngNaveena's low voice sparred gently with the pleasant reasoning of his wife.

"Naveena," he was saying, "inSorrel has always been a good girl. I find it hard to believe she did anything to deserve a beating."

"Yes," laughed Naveena, "Of course, our beloved inSorrel has always behaved in the past. But today she committed an offense which all here will admit earned her a proper beating."

"Well then, dearest wife," said angNaveena in a frighteningly calm tone, "Tell me. Tell me exactly what my inSorrel did."

"Ah, husband," she sighed. "The Surdan Ladies League arrived for afternoon bandy cordial, and as I led them to the table, it became clear that our little whore was . . . displaying herself on one of the nearby benches." She gestured toward a bench, a few feet away from the table.

"Displaying herself? Explain, wife."

"Yes, well . . . She sat with her legs wide open and was fingering her . . . her. . . ."

"Her pussy?"

"AngNaveena! Yes, if you insist, her pussy. Right there, shamelessly, in direct disobedience of your orders, in front of the finest group of ladies on the island. So of course, I put her over my knee and spanked her, and then took down the bandy rod and began to beat her. But I have only given her 12 strokes, and she deserves more, so if you please, I would like to continue until I have finished."

AngNaveena stood silently, his head tilted, studying his wife, as she stroked her rod with increasing impatience. Mira could now see that the rod was thin and flat, like a narrow, silver yardstick. InSorrel, still bent over the table, was quiet, but Mira could tell from her shaking back that she was crying. She had a wide band of bruised-red skin across her fleshy bottom and a few thin welts on her upper thighs.

Finally, angNaveena said, "InSorrel, stand up."

InSorrel slowly pulled herself into a standing position, and faced her Master, a look of acute distress on her round face. Her plump breasts were smushed from lying flattened across the table. 

AngNaveena stared at her sternly. "InSorrel, is this true? Did you display yourself in front of the ladies?"

"Yes, Master." InSorrel's dark-blue eyes looked pleadingly into his face. AngNaveena gazed back down at her, puzzled. For a long moment, all onlookers---including the crying Captives---were silent, waiting for angNaveena's response.

"InSorrel," he said at last, the words emerging slowly from his mouth, "Did the Mistress . . . command you to sit on the bench and play with yourself?"

"Yes, Master." InSorrel began to sob.

"Naveena . . . . " AngNaveena still spoke quietly, but his skin darkened, and his stance grew rigid. The purple spirals on his arms glowed through his shirt sleeves.

Naveena laughed. "Well really, husband, I don't need any excuse to beat your whores. It is my right as Mistress of this house to beat them simply for my own pleasure." The Tiran women seated around the table tightened their mouths and nodded their elaborately coiffed heads.

"And it is my right as Master of this house to forbid it. Naveena, you are no longer permitted to use the bandy rod. Hand it over, please."

Naveena, for the first time, looked flustered. "This is unheard-of, husband." She clutched the rod with both hands.

"Naveena, you will give me the rod, and if I find you have used it, I will redden your backside with it. Do you understand?"

Naveena drew herself up, taller than her husband, and handed him the rod. AngNaveena took the rod without saying a word. As Mira watched him, her breath grew shallow ---The sight of her Master holding the rod in his two fists sent a bolt of fear and arousal through her inner thighs.

AngNaveena turned around and looked at his weeping Captives. "InAsha, you will take inSorrel to her tree house and care for her. Use all the bandy oil you need, and give her every pleasure that she requests."

The dark-haired Captive who had been keening loudly since their arrival turned her puffy, tear-stained face toward angNaveena, and then threw herself at his feet, kissing his boots. "Thank you, Master, thank you, Master."

AngNaveena turned back to his wife. "Naveena, you will act as personal maidservant to inSorrel and inAsha until they emerge from the forest. You will carry their food and drink to the tree house and bring them anything they need or desire, for as many days as it takes."

Naveena's eyes flew wide open, and she drew in her breath. "You shame me in front of my friends, husband. My mother will speak to you about this." She was trembling. Her friends, on cue, turned toward each other and began to speak quietly and shake their heads.

"InHabibi, you will wait for me in my chambers," he said, in a softer tone, ignoring his wife and addressing the heavy-breasted Captive who had been comforting inAsha.

"Yes, Master," inHabibi purred, a little smile sneaking into her face. It occurred to Mira that her Master fucked all his Captives with the passion and desire that he had shown her. A little arrow of jealousy jabbed her heart.

"InElise, you will take Master angKov to your chambers and serve his needs for as long as he wishes." 

The Captive with the long, red braids who had been crying on Eesha's shoulder croaked, "Yes, Master" and her pale face brightened. She gave angKov a quick grin, and he grinned back. 

As AngKov began to walk away, the spear of jealousy in Mira's chest twisted in a little deeper. She had grown fond of angKov, felt him to be her first true Tiran friend. She also felt a strong current of sexual attraction between the two of them. On Earth, she would ask angKov out for coffee, invite him home, take him to bed. Here on Tir, she was not allowed to make that choice. For the first time since her capture, Mira thought about her home planet with longing. . . . And then, she rejected that thought. In a lifetime on planet Earth, she had never once come close to feeling the desire that she had felt when angNaveena ran his finger lightly down her torso. She had never had an orgasm like the two she had experienced with angNaveena in the orchard. Compared to her experience as a Captive on Tir, her Earth life, so far away now, seemed pallid and bland. 

As though sensing Mira's returning loyalty, AngKov turned back to face her and crouched down, opening his arms like an affectionate uncle. "Come, inMira, give me a hug; I shall miss you!" Mira felt a flash of joy and ran into angKov's arms, and he hugged her tight. "Little whore," he whispered in her ear, "Do not tell anyone that you fucked the Master already. Do not, especially, say anything to Eesha---She is sweet, but she talks too much."

"Thank you, Master angKov," Mira murmured.

"I can't wait to fuck you, inMira," he whispered.

"Nor I you," she whispered boldly, and angKov drew back, eyes wide with astonishment. Then he laughed.

"You naughty girl!" He stood up again, turned, and strode over to inElise, then scooped her up in his arms and slung her over his shoulder, making her giggle and shriek. In the now-dark courtyard, Mira turned and watched angKov carry inElise away, until they were a small, laughing shadow wriggling up the ramp of the vine-less tower. Then Mira saw her Master walking toward the same tower, alongside inHabibi, disappearing into the shadows without saying a word to Mira. Two bright moons rose over the castle, casting blue light on a pair of Tirans who moved slowly along the edges of the courtyard, lighting torches in recesses in the stonework. Soon, warm balls of firelight dotted all three walls. In the moonlight and the flickering firelight, Mira watched Naveena's friends, and Naveena, and inAsha ---arm-in-arm with inSorrel ---trickle away.

Eesha touched her arm. "Come, inMira, you must be tired and hungry. I will take you to your chambers." They turned and walked silently toward the vine-less tower. Their steps were quiet on the velvety leaves. Eesha led Mira onto the ramp and they ascended the tower, spiraling upward past four oak doors and then stopping in front of the fifth. 

"Here you go, inMira; the fifth-floor chamber is yours." Eesha pushed open the door and entered first, going straight to a small table near the back of the round room. She placed her purple, glowing hands lightly over a little silver bowl, holding them slightly apart as though gathering air between her palms, and a fire sprang up.

"InMira, come in. Eat your supper---It is still hot." She gestured toward the end of the table. Mira sat down before a plate which held a thick slice of crumbly cake, and a bowl full of undulating, dark-green grass. Eesha sat in the chair beside her.

"Don't just stare at it---The Surdan River grows the best riverweed on the planet. To not eat it would be criminal."

Mira grasped one of the swaying grasses and shoved it into her mouth. It tasted sweet, like honey and roses. She reached in and grabbed a fistful, closing her eyes and eagerly chewing.

"And do not ignore your bandy cake, either." Mira pressed a small chunk of cake onto her tongue---moist, heavenly, crumbly bandy. The joy of Tiran food sent heat into her face. She ate greedily, stuffing her food-filled fingers into her mouth.

Eesha sighed. "Not to speak badly of your new Mistress, but Naveena has really gone too far this time. Beating inSorrel! She is angNaveena's favorite of course; he built a tree house for her, deep in the forest, with a garden and a bathing pool. He built it with his bare hands. But it's not just angNaveena who loves her; we all adore her as well---Captives, servants---everyone except Naveena."

The cake stuck in Mira's throat, and she coughed it out, and pushed her plate away. Her Master already had a favorite, and Mira was just an extra cunt. 

"Ah, jealousy," mused Eesha. "InMira, you will need to learn to share. It is the only way you can be happy here. Now, drink some bandy wine, and I'll give you a stroke-down."

Mira obediently took a sip of bandy wine, and followed Eesha to the bed and lay on her stomach. The Tiran woman lightly stroked Mira's back, and Mira felt a thousand thoughts and feelings unwind.

"This is strange," murmured Eesha. "You do not feel like a new Captive. Your vibrations feel . . . well . . . satisfied."

Mira felt herself stiffen again. Eesha giggled.

"I think you have been a naughty girl, inMira. Come, you can tell me about it. AngNaveena's Captives always talk to me."

Mira silently thanked angKov for his warning. She so longed to speak, to spill out her love and desire for her Master, her deep, mind-blowing delight at how he had fucked her in the orchard, her frustration at being ignored now that she was in his house---But angKov had warned her not to speak, and she trusted him. She remained silent.

"Let it out, inMira." Mira didn't speak. Eesha chuckled. "Stubborn girl. Well, then, I hope you know to be careful, inMira . . . AngNaveena always knows when his whores have felt an orgasmic shift. Leebu---his dragonfly---tells him everything. Leebu is a Sensitive, and he is your Master's oldest friend. If you touch yourself, or cum, or interact sexually without your Master's permission, Leebu will know. If you pretend to cum, Leebu will sense your deception. If you are disobedient in any way, Leebu will know, and he will whisper in your Master's ear, and your Master will punish you." 

Mira let this new information sink in while Eesha stroked down the length of her back, her arms, her legs, the bottoms of her feet. Mira felt herself relax again, and she began to dream of dragonflies, dozens of them, perching lightly on her clitoris and then flying to her lover's ear.

"Ah, tired thing, you can sleep like this, on your stomach, but I will need to tie your arms to the bedpost." Eesha gently pulled Mira's right wrist and fastened a cold, thick cord around it. "Your Master has ordered it. Tomorrow is your first fuck . . . " Mira detected a note of irony in Eesha's voice. Eesha paused, as if giving Mira one more chance to confess. When Mira didn't respond, Eesha resumed, "If you play with yourself, even by accident, in your sleep, it will take the edge off your desire. Now, of course, the Master must make you cum with the first fuck; that is the protocol. If you don't cum, his wife is required to spank you. And we wouldn't want that, would we, inMira?"

"No, Mistress," said Mira sleepily, offering up her left arm for binding.



Mira the Captive Ch. 07



Chapter 7: The First Fuck

"AngNaveena chose well." Eesha ran a silken cloth over Mira's skin. They were standing at the edge of the bathing chamber, a round room that took up the bottom floor of one of the towers in the House of angNaveena. Mira's skin, now dry, was still warm from the pool, her pores open, her thousand-and-one erogenous areas---so adeptly caressed by Eesha---receptive and ready. The room steamed with the scent of bandy oil.

"You are certainly the loveliest Captive I have ever seen." Eesha stroked the air surrounding Mira's body, and Mira felt her emotions kneaded and smoothed flat. "AngNaveena's clients will approve. "

"Clients?" Mira had not been invited to speak, but the question popped out before she had a chance to stop it.

"Naughty, naughty," laughed Eesha. "But you may speak. Your Master's bandy plantation has grown five-fold since he reached the age of maturity. His new groves now yield some of the best bandy wine on Tir, and the old groves are unusually prolific. Your Master has an instinctive genius for bandy agriculture . . . And he has caught the attention of the Bandy Traders' Collective, but several potential clients lost interest when they realized he did not have enough whores to satisfy them during their visits. He will need to purchase at least three more Captives before the bandy industry will take him seriously."

Mira felt a familiar sour feeling in the pit of her stomach. Her Master had not chosen her out of love, or even out of lust, but because he needed a new whore, another fuckable body to offer his clients. Disappointment stewed inside her.

"Oh dear," murmured Eesha. "I was to prepare you for the first fuck, and now you are all jagged and resistant." Her eyes darkened. "AngNaveena will not be pleased. Here, inMira, let me at least soften your edges. Open your legs." Mira obediently shifted to a wider stance, and Eesha knelt down in front of her and ran her fingertips deftly up and down Mira's inner thighs, leaving a new feeling in her gut: dull anxiety overlaid with a buzz of pleasure.

"There," said Eesha, standing up. "That will have to do. If we had more time, I would suck your nipples, but the Master and Mistress are waiting. We need to go." She stood on the tips of her toes, reaching for the stone shelf that stood next to the bathing pool, and pulled down a purple collar and leash tooled with gold spirals. She gently wrapped the collar around Mira's neck, looking anxiously into her eyes. "Please do not resist, inMira. It is your duty and your destiny to cum when your Master commands it." Mira could not answer, even when given permission to speak. She felt colonized by feelings of resistance, and felt doomed to disobedience.

Eesha led Mira out of the bathing chamber, and across the courtyard to the bedroom tower. Mira followed, feeling the collar tug against her neck. They stepped onto the external staircase and climbed in slow spirals until they reached the top. Mira's heart felt toxic with apprehension and distrust. She felt a strong urge to turn, to run down the staircase on her tenderized feet, and flee into the Tiran wilderness. 

Eesha knocked twice. "Yes, we're waiting," came Naveena's voice from inside. Eesha pushed open the door with the flat of her violet hand, and they entered. The room was much like Mira's, with a large bed and a small table. A jug and a large flask stood on the table. High on one side of the wall hung a coat, a sack, a bandy rod, and what looked like a pair of smaller vine-leashes with loops at the end of each. Underneath these few hanging items, on a chair facing the room, sat Naveena, dressed in folds of gold and black, her white curls piled elaborately on her head. She pressed her hands together and looked intently at Mira. "Well, girl, you are now a member of my household, and my husband's whore. He will fuck you today, and we will find out how obedient you are. Eesha, give inMira a glass of bandy wine." Eesha dropped her end of the leash and hurried to the table; she poured a cup of wine and handed it to Mira. Mira held the flask. It felt cold in the palm of her hand. "Whore, you will drink." Mira hesitated. AngNaveena did not love her. Why should she obey his wife?

Naveena snorted. "AngNaveena, you have brought home another Captive like inAva. A bad bandy-fruit. You will need to train her severely in order to avoid another disaster." Mira wondered vaguely which Captive inAva was.

"No, wife, this one is a prize." AngNaveena smiled at Mira from the edge of the bed on which he was seated, his large Tiran eyes carefree, confident of her obedience. "Drink it, inMira." Reluctantly, Mira tipped the cup into her mouth and swallowed the bitter brew. "See, wife; inMira is a good girl." Mira felt the magic words enter her belly along with the wine, spreading hot desire. Her resistance began to unravel.

"Now, girl, I will name the position," said Naveena coldly, but angNaveena shook his head.

"Not yet, wife. InMira and I have unfinished business. She was naughty in the cart yesterday, but I did not have time to punish her. Before we proceed, I will need to spank her."

Naveena raised her eyebrows, and smiled. "Naughty in what way, husband?"

"She sat in an inappropriate position in the cart."

Naveena pursed her lips suspiciously. "I'm glad to hear that you are finally disciplining your whores, angNaveena," she finally said.

"Come here, inMira," smiled angNaveena, patting his lap. Mira felt a flash of joy. Her Master was going to spank her. She walked to him and waited for his orders.

"Over my knee, inMira," said angNaveena pleasantly. Mira kneeled down over her Master's bent legs, posing her ass in the air. AngNaveena slipped his foot through the loop at the end of Mira's leash and held it to the floor. She felt a light slap on her skin. "Naughty girl. Five slaps and then I will fuck you." Mira felt another barely discernable slap. "That's two." Was he joking? This was no punishment. This was more of a tickle than a spanking. She felt the bile rise again into her throat, and angry tears form in her chest. AngNaveena didn't even love her enough to punish her properly.

"Three. Four. Five. There you are, little slut. Now tell me, who does this pussy belong to?" Mira felt his hand slip between her legs. She didn't answer.

"InMira, you will answer me."

"Myself," Mira muttered.

"What?" She felt his hand freeze in disbelief, and heard Eesha gasp and Naveena chuckle. "I didn't hear you girl. Who does this pussy belong to?" He stroked her cunt more insistently this time, and his voice sounded anxious. Good, thought Mira. 

"This is my pussy," she said loudly, her head still hanging over her Master's lap. "This pussy belongs to me."

Now came a hard, stinging blow, and Mira gasped involuntarily. "My wife is right. You are a naughty, naughty girl, and will need extra training." AngNaveena's voice was tense. He spanked again, even harder. Mira cried, knowing she deserved it, had even asked for it. AngNaveena spanked her right cheek, then her left, then her right and then her left, again and again on the same two spots, until they burned. Mira tried to reach back and rub her ass between spanks, but her Master pushed her arm roughly to the floor. "Be still and take your punishment." He kept spanking, and Mira felt the bruising sink in past the skin. She twisted on angNaveena's lap and wailed, and the spanks hit harder and faster. "I said, be still, and stop your crying," he commanded angrily. Against her stomach, she felt his cock twitch and tighten, and a triumphant feeling arose amidst the pain.

Finally, angNaveena stopped. "InMira, who owns this pussy?" The punishing fingers pried between her legs. Mira opened her legs wider and crooned, "You, Master. It's your pussy. You own it." AngNaveena's fingers slid up and down along her slit.

"Yes, little whore. I see that I do." He laughed. "And I see what you need. We will be more careful to take care of that, in the future. Now thank me for your punishment."

"Thank you, Master," sobbed Mira, more out of relief than distress. 

"Now, stand up, and let my wife direct you. She will choose the position, as is the custom."

Mira stood up, the blood rushing to her feet. She curved her arms behind her back and cupped her cool hands over the spanked cheeks. Naveena looked at her with glittering eyes, but addressed angNaveena. Her face was flushed. "That was an excellent show, husband, but I'm afraid you have managed to insert foreplay into this ceremony. This is not customary. So, to make up for the unexpected arousal, I will have the little whore assume the service position for her first fuck."

"Wife," protested angNaveena, "we discussed this last time. The service position is not an option. It is so difficult for them to cum."

"Foreplay is not an option either," smiled Naveena nastily. "Shall we postpone her first fuck until another day?"

The room was silent. Over by the table, Mira saw Eesha's worried face.

"No," angNaveena finally said, grimly. "I want to fuck her now. I can't wait."

Naveena addressed Mira. "Whore, get on the bed on your hands and knees, facing the wall." Mira turned, walked to the bed, and did as she was told. She waited on her hands and knees while Eesha fastened her leash to a loop in the headboard. Like all Tiran vine-leashes, it wrapped itself tightly as soon as it touched the loop. There was no hope of escape. Then Eesha walked to where Naveena sat, and reached up the wall above her with a little jump, trying to grab the two small looped leashes that hung there. Her arms were shaking.

"Oh, by the two moons," snapped Naveena. "Out of all the healers on Tir, we had to hire this dwarf as our Captive tender." 

Eesha looked knowingly at Naveena. "You were a lot nicer as a child, Naveena. Now, get off that chair, please, so that I can stand on it." Naveena, strangely, obeyed, just long enough for Eesha to stand on the chair and pull down the two leashes. Then Naveena assumed her place once again, while Eesha carried the leashes to the bed. One by one, she wrapped them around Mira's wrists, and fastened the other ends to small loops in the headboard. She snuck in a little stroke of sympathy on Mira's cheek.

"Little inMira, you will have to stay in this position. You are not allowed to touch yourself, or rock or shift your body. The Master will fuck you from behind. His hands must remain on the bed; he is not allowed to touch you. You must cum for your Master. If you do not, it will be judged as extremely deviant. Naveena has a small Earth-made hairbrush that she uses in these circumstances."

Mira's heart sank. No matter how aroused she was, she knew that she couldn't cum in this position without rubbing her clitoris. And though she relished punishment meted out by her Master, she dreaded the frustrated cruelty of her Mistress. "This is what it means to serve both Master and Mistress," she thought despairingly. "It will be a torturous arousal, I won't cum, and then I'll be beaten by a woman I despise."

Still holding herself in position, Mira felt angNaveena's body heat behind her, surrounding her like a cage with his legs and his arms on either side of her. She felt his stiff cock slide slowly along her slit, looking for entry, wanting her as much as she wanted him. She felt his hot breath in her ear as he bent down to whisper, "Next time, naughty inMira, I will touch you the way I would like to. But this time, you must submit to my wife's demands. Open your legs wider, whore." Mira opened her legs, not sure if she was breaking the rules, but drunk with love and obedience for her Master. The hard cock slipped easily into her pussy, pushing in deep. Mira started to rock, but then remembered her instructions, and, breathing hard, held herself still. AngNaveena withdrew his cock and Mira whimpered, lonely for it already. He shoved it back in, violently this time, ramming her cervix, and she exhaled a rough cry, as though the breath had been shoved out of her. Now angNaveena nailed her, over and over, and her frustration mounted: she gripped at the cock as it penetrated her, but she could not rock, she could not touch herself. As Mira concentrated on not moving her body, she noticed a new sensation, a rigid tip running along her labia, searching for her clitoris. As it circled and pressed into her sweet spot, she realized what the strange object was: angNaveena's tail. She moaned raggedly, as the half-stiff appendage expertly drew wave after wave of pleasure from her, and at the same time, her Master's cock claimed her in no uncertain terms, drawing out and ramming in harder and deeper than any human cock ever could. Mira moaned louder with each stroke, her clitoris pulsating hard against her Master's tail, until he gasped "Cum, whore," and she climaxed, holding his cock tight inside her pussy and crying like a Siamese cat as the pleasure split her open. A half-second later, he cried too, cumming inside her with long-held, determined strokes, so that even downhill from an orgasm, she still spasmed hard on her Master's cock. 

Several sweaty minutes later, Mira's heartbeat finally slowed, and her Master's cock slid limply out of her, the tail pulling away. Mira wanted to flatten herself on the bed, even though she was tethered to the headboard. Through the haze of her satisfaction, she heard Naveena's piercing voice.

"You cheated, angNaveena. You touched her."

"With my tail, wife. There is no rule about not using tails."

"That is because our revered ancestors did not possess freakishly agile tails, such as yours, but the fact remains that you were not supposed to touch her."

"The fact remains that she came quite nicely during her first fuck. You cannot re-do the ceremony, because it would no longer be the first."

"The fact remains that you cheated me out of my pleasure. I want to spank her."

AngNaveena sighed. "Alright, then, Naveena. The next time she needs to be spanked, I will let you do it. Is that good enough for you?"

Naveena grunted. "Very well. No matter how small the infraction, I will beat her so hard that she begs for mercy."

Mira no longer cared. Her soul glowed. Her Master was the sun, the two moons, the giver of pleasure. Whatever he commanded, she would do.