INTERLUDE
ONE
A.D.
2362—Fifteen Years Ago
Within days of being taken by raiders from my home—the vision of its
ruins and the knowledge that everyone I’d ever loved had been put to death
still graven in my thoughts—I had my first sexual experience. In a way, it was
the worst form of cruelty, because it was done in an attempt to subdue me...
and it was one that, despite myself and my later shame, I took pleasure in as
it occurred.
They placed me in restraints. They were not uncomfortable, by any
means, but I was unable to move my arms past a certain point. My legs were
bound similarly... but they were splayed open.
I suddenly realized at least part of their intent. My captors obviously
planned a lesson for me, and I knew that there would be nothing I could do to
resist.
After a few moments, those who'd bound me left, and another man, a
fellow Orion, entered the room. He didn't speak, or make any sort of gesture to
me at all. Instead, he simply sat down between my legs, reached out with a
purposeful hand and unceremoniously began to caress my sex.
For a few moments, I was disgusted... ..but only for a few.
His fingers were gentle and dexterous, and he did little more than
stroke me for the first long while; after a time (sufficient to allay the most
immediate part of my fear, and inspire the flow of my juices; I understood this
only later, after having gained more experience) he'd noted the change in my
state of mind and body, and begun concentrating most of his touch on my center
of pleasure.
My discomfort, at least the part that was physical, gradually
disappeared. The vague tingle I'd felt when he'd started grew over the long
minutes of his restrained ministrations into a sensation that I couldn't
identify (since I'd never before experienced it)... but that I certainly, on
one level, wanted to have continue.
“Do you like that?” he suddenly asked.
“No,” I
whispered defiantly.
At least so far as my body’s reactions were concerned, that was, of
course, a lie.
And it was clear he didn't believe me, for, to my frustration, and relief, he smiled patronizingly, continued
what he'd been doing... and the feeling became suddenly more intense.
I closed my eyes, in part to escape his knowing gaze… but also, I can
admit now, to focus on what he was doing to me. I felt a pressure building
within... and the need for its release grew with every moment. I began to pant,
and heard him chuckle as he continued without let.
Even the tremor of that mocking laughter in his fingers had been
wonderful.
Then, he changed the rhythm: His finger snaked along the length of my
folds, even as his thumb covered that one place, and he rubbed it demandingly.
He knew exactly what he was doing.
It's very difficult to describe how it is to feel simultaneously
aroused and humiliated. I don't recommend it.
It got worse, too.
To my mingled relief and dismay, he stopped. For a moment, I had hopes
that nothing more would occur.
I know: Foolish, wishful girl.
When I opened my eyes, still breathless, he'd risen to his knees before
me, like a penitent. Of course, he did plan on visiting a temple...
...or, rather, invading one.
He'd been chosen carefully; I can look back now and say his erection
was more than adequate, if not actually what I'd describe as large. But when
you've never seen one before, and realize its objective, you're frightened…
…and very impressed.
I was obviously ready for him. He toyed with me for a time, though,
rubbing the head of his penis upon my aperture—beginning entry, and then
withdrawing. My first movements were attempts to avoid him... but as the long
moments dragged on, they gradually became ever more determined efforts to
impale myself.
“Say 'Please,'“ he instructed.
Though practically gasping in my need, I refused, whipping my head
around to indicate, “No.”
Perhaps that sounds pathetic, but I'm still proud I managed it. I was
only ten, after all—which is not quite so
obscenely horrific as it initially seems, since we Orions mature to adulthood
more rapidly, but afterward age more slowly, than you humans. I was the
biological equivalent of a 15- or 16-year-old Terran female—a girl with a
woman's body, in the clutches of men who thought me neither... but instead
believed me an animal to be trained.
Then, again, those moments of strength availed me little.
Eventually, he gave up his coaxing... and, with a single forceful
thrust, stole my maidenhood.
Though I was in no way emotionally
ready for what was being done to me, I don't need to tell any woman how that
first moment feels, if you've been properly, pleasantly prepared, as I had
been—at least physically, that is. In a way, it does seem like you've been
living only part of your life, and now, suddenly, the rest of it has been given
to you. I felt myself widening to encompass his shaft, and I panted, jutting my
hips towards him, and taking him over the next few seconds to the hilt.
Obviously he'd been told to torment as much as give pleasure, for he first
withdrew, and then, noting my agitation, began to work his way in and out of me
with slow, deliberate strokes.
I lost track of time.
With the benefit of a thousand experiences and more, I can think back
now to say, “It was good, but wasn't unbelievable...” For one so young, and completely inexperienced, though, the
sensations were indescribable—the most pleasure I'd ever felt in my short life.
I felt something deep within me quicken to glorious life—something that made me
welcome my assailant with a mindless eagerness.
Intellectually, I understood that this was my first orgasm... but the
analysis was transitory. I just knew it felt so good I hoped it would never
stop. The muscles in my legs flexed, and I moved my hips in what I later
imagined my parents would have thought a most
unladylike fashion.
Somewhere along the line, after I'd begun, despite myself, encouraging
him with urgent whispers to continue, the restraints were remotely released.
I could have fought, just then. I could have done anything other than
what I did—which was clutch at him with my hands, and wrap my legs around his
waist.
In those moments, I hated him... and, still, wanted him to do what he
was doing forever.
Eventually, I felt him grow momentarily larger, more rigid; then,
with a triumphant grunt, he flooded me with his fluid... and as he drove
brutally into me during his lust for final satisfaction, the combination of
added intensity was enough to bring me to a second summit,
as well.
When the sensation finally subsided, I sagged back, spread-eagled, and
heedless of how it looked; the expression I wore must have been rather comic,
because he laughed at me. Strangely enough, in response, I crossed my arms over
my breasts—rather a belated attempt at modesty, considering what he'd just done
to me.
He arose, gave me a final lewd, contemptuous smirk, and left.
Gradually, I recovered my senses more completely. I knew that someone would return soon, and I could feel myself
both dreading that time… and hoping for it.
It was a few moments after that I started to cry.
Even then I knew that's not the way it should have been for me. I'd
never hurt anyone. I'd always tried to be a good girl, and do
what my mother and father told me. Now they were dead, and I had been ruined,
and made to like it, by my father’s greatest enemy.
My captors had taken from me something they had no right to claim... but I was a spoil of war,
and my subjection had become a symbol of House Vaerth's destruction. Every time
my master had me f–... excuse me, there's no other word that resonates so well
in your language... every time he had me fucked, or did it himself, he was
striking another blow against an already defeated foe—a foe whose last scion
was helpless before him.
Men can be
petty, even in their power.