Chosen by the High Judge (Under Alien Law Book 2) Page 3

  What an insulting remark—it made her sound weak. She humped his lap in protest and drummed her toes on the floor. Her panties joined her pants around her ankles. Now her legs were completely bare.

  “You will learn to keep still or these spankings will last longer,” Galen said.

  “My ass is fucking on fire, you brute!” she shouted in her mother tongue. She didn’t care if he was a judge or some great warrior, or even whether he understood what she said. Each blow added to the heat and pain. It couldn’t go on much longer—he’d stop soon, wouldn’t he? She was starting to feel the tears drip down her nose and cheeks.

  “This is just the start of your ordeal, little human. You need to respect me. By the time I’ve finished with you in two moons, you’ll be begging me to spank you, just so you can feel my firm hand on your soft flesh.”

  Bloody arrogant alien!

  He was going to be very disappointed if he thought she was going to leap across his lap for this degrading display of submission. What the fuck was she thinking when he told her about the ordeal?

  She switched back to speaking his language. “This isn’t fair. I don’t want—”

  “Your wants are not relevant. You may ask, but you cannot demand.” He wasn’t slowing down as he spoke and the continuous stream of slaps was weakening her resolve.

  With a sudden hiccough, she started to cry in earnest. “Please, please, sir. I’ll be good. I will.”

  It hadn’t taken much. Just a few minutes of spanking and she’d cracked apart. What would he think of her? Some pathetic Earthling who weakened the moment she was tested? If this was day one of the Ordeal of Astra, in two moons’ time, she’d be a mess, a blubbering wreck who he couldn’t possibly want to fuck.

  She stopped writhing and her body froze as she processed that last wild thought—she actually wanted to be fucked by him. Why was that idea lodged in her mind? She was hating the spanking but loving something else about him. She couldn’t quite put her finger on what that was.

  Galen slowed, then paused, rubbing each ass cheek in turn.

  “Good girl. Now ten more hard smacks and you’ll take them without me pinning you down.” He removed his leg and released her restrained arm at the same time.

  Zara pushed her palms flat on the floor, ready to spring to her feet. Dare she defy him or should she obey?

  * * *

  Galen raised his hand and waited. Would she stay in position or disobey him?

  Her calf muscles seemed to flex, her toes and hands pressed down onto the hard floor as if in readiness to take flight.

  A pity if she did, he thought. He would have liked to make progress quickly. Things had started positively with her acquiescence and yet, she’d thrashed about on his lap in response to a mere hand spanking. What would happen if he applied a strap or rod?

  Her decision to accept his new sentence had taken less persuasion than he had expected. What he had imagined was the human tendency to be argumentative or excessively inquisitive, as if asking a multitude of questions was going to force a change of decision. Human women were certainly less submissive than Vendu ones and he’d read much about their equality with regard to sexual preferences. Whatever a woman might do outside of the bedroom, inside it, she should submit. Anyone from the warrior classes would expect nothing less.

  So, she hadn’t refused or required him to make the decision for her. He was entitled to override her choice and impose his own. In fact, he didn’t have to give her one at all. He could resentence her without her cooperation. Lawful spanking didn’t require her consent and neither did some of the other punishments he had in mind.

  Discipline might be his entitlement, but sex wasn’t so straightforward. Technically, by accepting the Ordeal of Astra, she’d given him consent for sex whenever he desired it, regardless of her mood or readiness. It was the law. Nevertheless, it would seem, and given his generous reaction, he couldn’t make her comply. Because of her virginity, he realized she needed to be handled carefully. Force was not an option.

  Virginity as a gift was a quaint notion in Vendu society. In their world the first time was less about the occasion and more about necessity. A man or woman of age would want to resolve their inexperience as quickly as possible. A man might fuck many women before being ready to mate, then after offspring had arrived, they would part company and move onto another partner. Life partners were rare.

  He’d reassured Zara and she’d accepted his authority. At least, she might have done in her head, but her body would take training, understandably. She was a novice. He would delight in teaching her. Once her mind and body were aligned better, he would take her virginity. He was looking forward to it and he had an idea how to help achieve that goal.

  She hadn’t moved. She remained across his lap with her head hung over and her hair flowing onto the floor.

  He applied the last ten smacks with a slow rhythm. She stayed anchored to the floor, absorbing each slap with little movement and only a tiny whimper.

  “That was much better. Kneel next to the chair.” He helped her slide off his lap and she gingerly lowered herself onto her knees.

  She wiped her nose with the back of her hand and sniffed.

  “After you have been spanked, you must say thank you. It is our way.” There were many Vendu ways of doing things and she was going to learn all of them.

  Her sweet breasts rose and fell. He couldn’t wait to uncover them and ink them with tattoos. Her back, too. Temporary ones that would provide a helpful indicator of her emotional state and prevent her from lying to him. While he worked, she would be inked with the special fluid. His cock grew harder and bulged in his pants. He’d kept it under control, but now, having watched her ass turn red hot and her skin flush with pulsating blood, the need to have her was irrefutable.

  She clasped her hands together on her lap, probably to steady them. His request had irked her—she wasn’t looking grateful. “Thank you, sir.”

  The words weren’t quite spoken through gritted teeth, but neither were they freely given. He would have to work on her respect, too.

  The energy she’d unleashed during the spanking was strong and affected him. He had to touch her. Impulsively, he bundled the hair at the back of her head into his fist, drew her up onto her knees, and lowered his mouth on hers.

  A hard kiss. Long, too. She hadn’t the capacity of his lungs and started to gasp for breath as he savored her taste, her moist lips and tongue.

  His cock burst upward and strained to be released. He couldn’t remember the last time it had ached so hard. With his empty hand, he fumbled with the fastening and exposed the smooth head. He let go of her hair and disengaged his mouth from her lush lips. She inhaled deeply and he noted her eyes were half open. When she caught sight of his erection poking out of his pants, they widened.

  The temptation was strong to grab her, drag her mouth onto his cock, and demand she sucked him dry. His palms itched to do it. However, the look on her face was one not of horror or disgust, but amazement.

  “It’s so… big,” she said.

  He ringed the shaft with his hand and gave it a tug. By now his cock was nearly fully erect and it possessed the potential to grow bigger. However, she was not quite ready. The wonder in her face reminded him she was a novice.

  “You must have seen—”

  “Oh, yes, and…” She ducked her head down as she blushed. Kneeling next to him, with her pants around her ankles and her neck flushed pink, she looked sweet and innocent. “And touched it. Just some guy I knew…” She was speaking so quietly he could barely hear her.

  He tipped her face up. “Would you like to touch it?”

  The blush deepened with a crimson flare across both cheeks. “I… I…”

  “Kiss it.” He hardened his voice. He could hold off fucking her for now, but she needed to learn that his needs took precedence.

  “Kiss it?” she repeated. “Like cock-sucking kiss or a peck?”

  He laughed. Perhaps not as innocent
as he’d assumed. “Have you sucked a cock?”

  “A little… not very well.” She tried to hide her face again, but he wouldn’t let her; his finger remained rigid under her chin.

  “Then I shall teach you. Kneel between my legs.”

  Unlike the spanking, where she had balked and struggled, she obeyed immediately, shuffling around on her knees. He straightened in his seat and adjusted the angle of his cock.

  “Start with your hands. Stroke it up and down.”

  Her fingers crept forward, the tips trembling.

  “It won’t bite, Zara,” he added.

  She stroked as if he was a slender vine and delicate. It tickled in a pleasant way and his cock twitched.

  “Firmer,” he commanded. “Use your whole hand.”

  She coiled her hand around the base of his erection and slowly drew it upward. Up and over the glans, then down again. Each pass of her hand drew the blood flow to the tip and he leaked pre-cum. Her confidence grew, as did the tightness of her grasp.

  Galen groaned and tipped his head back. If she carried on like this, he would have to come.

  “Stop,” he growled. “Rise up and lower your mouth onto it.”

  She pressed her hands onto his thighs for support and sank her mouth over the head of his cock. No tickling this time. She was struggling to accommodate the head, never mind any part of his engorged shaft. She would need training.

  “Lick it.”

  She altered the angle of her mouth and stuck out her tongue. Just as she had done with her hands, she massaged his member with her tongue.

  “Faster,” he said, resisting the temptation to grab her hair and force her down onto his balls.

  She opened her mouth wide and once again took him. Her cheeks drew in as she sucked, then she spluttered as he filled her. Over and over, she bobbed her head up and down, never sinking beyond her limits, which were restricted to little further than the back of her mouth.

  The energy released coursed through his blood. It almost pained his cock to feel it rush along its length, filling it to bursting. The load spurted into her mouth and hit the back of her throat.

  She choked, but didn’t pull back. Instead, she swallowed most of it and the rest of the liquid trickled down her chin.

  “Good girl,” he said softly.

  The wondrous sensation of bliss passed while she remained on her knees, licking her lips with a small smile.

  He tidied himself and brought her a fresh glass of water.

  “Thank you, sir.” She drank most of it in one go.

  “Make yourself presentable,” he told her.

  She seemed to have forgotten she was disheveled. She hastily pulled up her panties and pants.

  “I’m right in thinking that was the first time you’ve swallowed cum?” He couldn’t resist arranging her hair by combing it through with his fingers.

  She blinked. “Yes,” she squeaked.

  He circled her. She wasn’t shaking now. The bloom in her face was one of confidence, not shame. “You did well. However, you will have to learn to take the full length of my cock to serve me correctly. But, I think you’re a fast learner, aren’t you, Zara Webb?”

  “I hope so.”

  “You will go to my residence now. Bisma will give you ointment for your ass. Use it.”

  She nodded and clutched her bottom, as if to remember the pain she must be feeling.

  “Will I see you again today, sir?” she asked.

  “I can assure you, you will. I think, my human, you will need a little reward for doing what I asked.”

  The smile on her face broadened. If she had any fears, she was hiding them well. The spanking had worked. She was beginning to appreciate how the Ordeal of Astra was going to work. Humans called it the carrot and the stick. Galen liked the analogy. He would give her plenty of the stick—she needed discipline. As for the carrot, he would have to see.

  He turned his back so she couldn’t see his smile, and he called for the guard.

  Chapter Four

  Ayers Rock was nearly concealed by the tropical forest, which the Vendu had cultivated around it shortly after they took control of the continent. The lush greenery extended across the vast expanse of what once had been desert. Zara was jealous of how easily the Vendu transformed the land into fertile terrain. The rest of Earth desperately needed the technology in the Sahara and Gobi deserts.

  Her studies would have to be put on hold. Thank goodness it was the summer recess. She might get away with being absent from the campus for a few weeks, but no longer. And then there was her other project, the secret one. Those summer weeks were precious for achieving her goal.

  What was being prepared for her instead of her assignments? Had she made a poor decision when she opted for this so-called ordeal? If the repercussions of Galen’s firm hand on her tender ass were an indicator, then yes, she had chosen badly. On the other hand, she’d survived sucking his cock. More than survived it, she nearly enjoyed it. She shouldn’t have, though. It was wrong, so wrong to like sex in that way: she’d been submissive, bowed at his feet and claimed by a passionate kiss that swept her breath away. She felt ashamed. Moreover, the spanking in his office bothered her the most; she had succumbed to the thrill of an alien’s display of intoxicating dominance.

  She squirmed on her seat. The transit shuttle was taking its time navigating the guard and her to the judge’s home on the outskirts of the city. The seat was hard. Her ass was throbbing still and she was sure she could dissect every handprint he’d laid on her bottom. She must be badly marked or at least bruised. He’d made no comment on the state of her behind when he dismissed her. She’d clutched both hot globes briefly before her wrists were dragged to her front and cuffed.

  That heat was the aftereffect of one spanking.

  One!

  He’d promised more. Lots more. Would they all be that painful and humiliating or would she become desensitized? Tempered, he’d called it. But, although it didn’t matter how much it hurt, she feared the humiliation would potentially cripple her. She wiped a tear away. This was supposed to be the easier option.

  The shuttle was slowing. The view out of the little window had altered. The trees had thinned out to reveal a typical, if somewhat larger version of a Vendu house. One story high with slanted roofs that both deflected the heat and absorbed the sun’s boundless energy. The fence surrounding the compound was topped off with spiky barbs. She assumed they were a status symbol because she couldn’t imagine any Vendu breaking the law to climb over them.

  With her wrists still shackled together, the guard led her into the house where a woman met them.

  “Remove those things!” she barked at the guard.

  He hurried to comply.

  The tall woman had a formidable presence. She had to be Bisma. She wasn’t young, perhaps fifty or so years. Her cheeks had a slightly gaunt appearance and her hair was wound into a gray-flecked bun. Regardless of her age, she was extraordinarily attractive. She scanned Zara with her dark eyes as the guard stepped away.

  “Off with you. She’s not going to do me any harm, are you, Zara?”

  Zara shook her head. “No… miss.”

  The guard left.

  Bisma’s face immediately softened. She’d made her show of power on the doorstep of her master’s house. However, it wasn’t necessary to continue it. Zara relaxed a fraction.

  “You must be hungry,” Bisma said, clucking her tongue. “I’ll feed you.”

  She’d not eaten much in the last few days. However, she was also nauseous and unsure if her loss of appetite would let her eat. She nodded, though. Best behave and avoid making matters worse.

  “Come, come.” Bisma led Zara to the back of the sprawling house to an airy kitchen.

  The Vendu didn’t care much about food. They had no concept of elaborate dishes with mixed ingredients. They preferred simple fare and the idea of eating out in a restaurant bemused them. What purpose did it serve? A frequent question made by her fellow studen
ts at the university. She’d tried to explain how it was not about food, but socializing. The Vendu approach to socializing was also very basic. They either sparred in the combat arena or fucked. She wondered how the Vendu students who had been sent to New Phoenix were coping with life in a human city.

  Bisma offered her a platter of sliced meats, a sort of cheese made from a dairy substitute, and fruit. The best bit was the fruit, which included juicy kiwis and sweet pieces of watermelon. She drank another glass of water and wiped her lips. It had been easier to eat than she thought, although with Bisma watching her, Zara felt like an exhibit in a zoo.

  “Good,” she purred. “You have more color in your cheeks.”

  “Thank you. Miss.” What should she call Bisma?

  The nurse—although Zara thought she was more like a matron or schoolmistress than a nurse—escorted Zara to another part of the house.

  “Your room.” Bisma flung open a door.

  It wasn’t a prison cell, but only just. The contents were sparse: bed, chair, and desk, and a small closet for her clothes. She didn’t have any clothes.

  “I’ve nothing to wear.”

  “You won’t be wearing much, Zara.”

  Zara shivered. It wasn’t cold in the room. Bisma had reminded her that she was expected to be naked for the judge. But what about when he was at work?

  “All the time?” she queried, walking into the adjoining shower room. That too was basic.

  “I suppose not. You’ll need something to wear when he’s at work,” Bisma agreed.

  She returned to stand by the closet. “I’ve clothes back at my apartment. I could do with my notes to help with my studies. I don’t want to get behind.” Zara’s request was genuine; she would like to keep up with her studies.

  Bisma pursed her lips. “That’s not for me to decide. You’ll have to ask the judge for permission to access your possessions.”

  “I will,” Zara said with determination. She wasn’t going to be a walkover. Time was ticking back at home in New Phoenix and she couldn’t afford to let things slip for too long. She had to show some assertiveness or it would be too late. She dearly hoped that the judge had connections and that he wielded some influence in other areas of the Vendu imperial government. He came from Halos, the Vendu home planet and that had to be a useful connection.