Princess Rei - 03

"I planned on waiting until you could whimper and squirm beneath me, but how can I resist claiming your body for the first time while we leave your world for the last time?"

What?

But, I'm not in season!

The head of his penis comes to rest against my privates. Pure adrenaline rushes through me. Utter horror. Mindless terror. The world blurs as tears fill my eyes.

He smiles.

Hands tighten, gripping my waist. With slowly building pressure, he presses my privates against his penis. Horrified, I can't close my eyes. Discomfort becomes pain as the head of his penis begins to squeeze inside, filling me to bursting, stretching me to my limits.

No! No! NO! Stop! Can't fit! Can't. STOP! Please... stop.

He doesn't stop.

I can't move. Can't beg. No matter how desperately I scream and plead within my own mind, he doesn't hear a whisper. My thoughts skitter, bouncing around like water on a cast-iron skillet.

He doesn't stop.

My eyes are the only outward sign of my agony. In this strange place where everything floats, my tears don't drip. They just pool in my eyes, sticking to my blinking eyelashes.

He stops.

Within the prison of my mind, I sob with relief.

"God," he says, "your cunt is wonderfully tight. My own little slice of heaven."

He starts to pull out. Just as my hopes rise, just as I start to believe this nightmare was over, he jerks on my waist with a grunt, slamming back into me. The sudden thrust forces his penis even deeper than it was.

"Don't. Worry," he says, separating every word with a grunting jerk. "I'll. Work. Myself. All. The. Way. In."

He pulls himself nearly all the way out, and says, “You’ll experience every inch of my…”

He slams us together with a colossal thrust. Between my legs, something tears. Spikes of agony erupt, and my vision goes white.

"... cock."

His next few strokes come easier, but the head of his penis passing over the tear is pure torture.

"That's better," says Captain Perry, releasing my waist with one hand. Lost in agony, I barely notice when his fingers poke and prod between my legs.

"Apparently," he chuckles, "blood makes a passable lubricant. Good to know."

When will this nightmare be over? My tutors didn't talk about procreation, but mother explained what to expect. When I went into heat, my husband would scent it. Our coupling would be brief. He would go in and out a few times, she had said, then deposit his seed in my womb. If it didn't take, we would try again the next year when I was back in season.

Captain Perry leans down and kisses my eyelids, slurping my tears up as though they were a special treat. To him, perhaps they were.

One of the consoles beeps, and he pauses, one hand stroking between my legs as the other works the screen beside me.

Suddenly, a new voice speaks. "Capacitors charging. Hyperdrive engaged. Two minutes until jump." At its words, the lights dim and a new high-pitched whine spins up. As it's pitch rises, everything begins to drift down. Falling slowly as the deck becomes down once again.

Rough hands spin me around, twisting me on his penis. I end up face down, pinned against the console, one of his hands press down on the small of his back while the other grips a handful of my hair. He pulls my hair, and I find myself staring out the porthole once again.

My world.

"We're leaving this planet, never to return. That was your world. Not anymore," says Captain Perry. "Now, you're my slut. My fucktoy. The rest of your life will be spent here, on my ship, fucking me," growling with the effort, he drives himself all the way into me. Burying himself to the hilt.

A white-hot lance of burning agony pierces my soul, and I lose track of the world. Nothing exists. Except for pain. Pulsing with each thrust. His penis, a burning spike of pure agony, hammers into me.

A pounding rhythm.

What's he saying?

I focus on his words. Anything except the pain. It’s just words. They don't hurt, not like this.

"My cock is your world. Nothing else matters."

Cock? Is that what he calls his penis? Either way, I can't help but agree. His torturous cock, and the agony it causes, are all that matter. What could possibly matter more?

The tempo increases, and I lose his track of his voice. Lose his words. Lose everything in a fresh wave of agony. Desperately, I reach for an anchor. Anything at all.

He’s still talking when I find his voice. "This is what it feels like when I'm happy and enjoying myself. Please me, and I'll grant you a modicum of pleasure. Anger me, and you'll find out how much worse things can become."

I can't imagine anything worse. Nothing could be worse. Could it? Before his cock, I couldn't have imagined such pain. If this is just his cock, just fucking, as he calls it...

What could he do if he tried? What could he do with his machines?

Mind reeling, fleeing from this new horror, I lose track of his voice. Become lost in the bright white ocean of pain. Desperately, I grope for contact, my mind searching for anything amidst this agony.

My vision returns, and I find myself gazing into eternity. The endless void, pricked by countless lights. The porthole. Flopping my head to the side, I bring the world I once lived upon back into view.

Somewhere on that globe that seems close enough to touch, is an infinitesimal spec. Father's house, where I had been safe and secure such a short time ago.

Muscles trembling and twitching erratically, I reach for safety. My old world. My old home. But, my fingers slam against the transparent surface covering his porthole.

Captain Perry roars, thrusts becoming erratic.

The ship thrums, and my old world, along with the stars, vanishes.

I spasm around his cock, now my world, as he hammers home one last time. Liquid heat fills me, soothing after such agony, and I begin to sob.

His arms snake around me, picking me up, pulling my nude body tight against his sweat-soaked clothes.

Down the corridor, around the corner, he carries me. Holding me. Supporting me. My world.

Gently, he sets me down on a hard surface. A table?

I cling to him, while he strokes my hair, petting me as though I'm his pet. Is that what I am? No. His slut. His fucktoy.

Whatever they are.

That's all I am.

"Full bioscan, Alice. Inject her with nanobots. If she's compatible, implant a regeneration module."

Alice?

Licking my lips, I try to form words. “W-who?”

“Alice is my AI. She’s the ship.”

His ship is alive? She can speak? How?

Bewildered, I shake my head, trying to think. My thoughts are fragmented. Broken. His soothing hands stroke down my back and over the curve of my butt. Petting me. Caressing me. Exploring me. I should protest, but snuggling into him is easier.

Safer.

Closing my eyes, I hold on tight and surrender to exhaustion. A blanket of peaceful sleep covers my aching body, as my mind shuts down, pulling me into the darkness, carrying me into the void.