The Coming Doomsday 14

Blackfire stretched out her long legs to either side of Aayla, letting her robe slip aside to show all their beautiful length.

Aayla’s fingers shook as she moved them up over Blackfire’s svelte thighs to unhook her garters and pull the stockings down her legs.

“You’re shaking,” Blackfire noted with relish. “What’s the matter? Are you so excited you can’t keep still?”

“I don’t know,” Aayla said, refusing to engage.

“Oh, you don’t?” Blackfire pressed. “You don’t think perhaps that touching me excites you?”

“Perhaps…” Aayla conceded, not wanting to piss Blackfire off.

“You’ll have to be more certain than that,” Blackfire said, leaning over to grasp Aayla’s hair and pull her up into her lap.

Aayla didn’t struggle. She made herself completely neutral, allowing Komand’r to pull her across her legs without assisting in any way. She went limp while Blackfire kissed her, stiffening when the hard slash of a mouth opened to let a tongue out to snake past her lips. The hand in her hair tightened, forced her to arc, and she allowed the tongue into her mouth in a ruthless kiss.

“You’re a hottie, Komand’r. Any reason you need a slave girl to get laid?” Kon demanded.

Phaidor and Phondari slid in front of him as if about to pounce.

Komand’r glanced at Kon and laughed. “Because I want to, Superboy, obviously. The same reason you’re standing there and watching me kiss her. It pleases you. Don’t you wish you had enough powers so that girls like this catered to your slightest whim?”

“They’re called abs,” Kon retorted, but he couldn’t look away from the spectacle despite his protest.

He didn’t want to see Blackfire’s hands and lips all over Aayla, but if they were there, he wanted to watch. Aayla lay unmoving, a chemical reaction that didn’t want to happen, permitting all Komand’r was doing but it was only her body responding.

Komand’r unzipped her dress and lowered it until Aayla’s full, blue breasts—the nipples a darker shade of azure—burst into view. She cupped them in her hands and held them against her face. One sapphire nipple touched her lips; she took it in her mouth and subjected it to her teeth and tongue, filling Aayla up with sensations she didn’t want to express. The blue woman’s lekku twitched aggressively while her lips pressed tightly together. Komand’r sent one hand under Aayla’s white dress, touching and teasing.

Suddenly she stood, pulling Aayla’s toned body tight to hers. “You’d like to see more, wouldn’t you, Kon?” she teased. “You’d watch me and her until I was done with her, just like you are now.”

Kon’s hands bunched into fists. He glared an anger at her that included himself, furious that he’d managed to get himself into this situation where both he and an innocent woman were helpless.

“You don’t want to know what I’d like to do,” he told her.

Komand’r laughed riotously. “You want to see it, but I’m not going to let you. Not this time. This time, she’s all mine. You’ll just have to imagine whether Aayla ends up enjoying herself or not. Put your clothes on and report to the bridge. If it’s a slow shift, you can imagine what you’ll do to Aayla when it’s your turn—if you earn it.”

***

With Kon gone, Komand’r took a long, ugly black whip from the wall. She moved toward where Aayla waited on the bed. Smiling down at her, she held up the whip’s many thongs for her to see.

“You do know that you deserve this, yes?” Blackfire cooed to her.

“Y-yes,” Aayla said, thinking that her only recourse now was to humor Komand’r and so reduce her own punishment. Her defiance could wait until she had the chance to really use it.

“You’ve been willful with me, yes? Not fully grateful for the liberties I grant you.”

“Y-yes,” Aayla said, unsure, very unsure—not knowing if there was any way to avoid the full brunt of Blackfire’s sadism.

“I’m glad that at least I don’t have to punish you for lying as well,” Komand’r told her soon-to-be victim. “Lie on your tummy. And move your lekku off to the sides—I promise to avoid them if you keep being a good girl and accept your punishment.”

Aayla obligingly turned onto her stomach and brushed her lekku off her back, exposing the sloping curves that led down from her shoulder muscles. Komand’r took Aayla’s hands and secured them to one of the bedposts with a set of manacles that was waiting there—all of Blackfire’s bedposts were so equipped.

Now Aayla was helpless, on her belly with her hands tied together. She could not even look at Komand’r as she was tormented. Aayla felt a sense of unease, not from the impending torment, but from the lack of Blackfire’s face. It would be somewhat comforting to at least be able to see the play of emotion in Blackfire’s expression, telling her what her persecutor was thinking.

But that was far from the only discomfort Komand’r had in store for her. Blackfire pulled Aayla’s thighs apart and fastened them to opposing bedposts with the same kind of manacles that had bound Aayla’s wrists. Next, Komand’r took off her own panties—moistened heavily by the lust she’d experienced as her wet dream came to life. She stuffed them into Aayla’s mouth.

“Don’t you dare spit those out,” Komand’r warned her, petting Aayla’s sensual cheekbones. “We wouldn’t want your screams to annoy me too much, now would we?”

Aayla knew then that she was really in for it—that Kon’s presence had spiced up Blackfire’s arousal to the point that now, she was feverishly excited, and eager to spend all that tension with Aayla. The Twi’lek’s body would be well-used indeed by the time Komand’r was done.

Aayla’s punishment began with a light whipping across her shoulders. Thankfully, her sensitive lekku were far from where the whip landed. The lashes were more like caresses with how skillfully Komand’r applied them.

Methodically, Blackfire moved down Aayla’s back. She left her ass alone, pert and lovely, a thing of blue beauty like an ocean wave frozen as it crested. Komand’r whipped her legs instead, going up the backs of them, cris-crossing, until she was treating each thigh. Aayla felt a tremendous sense of anticipation as her thighs jerked under the cruelly merciful impacts. It hurt, but where was the real pain, the real thing? Being teased was both dread and expectation…

Then the whip struck Aayla’s ass wickedly. The Twi’lek flinched, a muffled scream going through her gag.

A red mark was left across the two delicious heaps of flesh. Komand’r was pleased with the aesthetic quality of the welt. She struck Aayla’s quivering ass again.

Aayla jolted. The whip burned on her vulnerable ass almost like it would on her lekku—beyond the pain, her anticipation spiked. What would it be like if Komand’r did assault her head-tails? How could a certified sadist like Blackfire resist the impulse? But Komand’r would save the worst of it for last. She’d keep the suspense going for as long as she deemed necessary, sharpening the eventual pain to a razor’s edge!

Komand’r lashed her a third time. A fourth time. A fifth!

Now Aayla sensed a jerkiness to Blackfire’s whipping. There was less method in her onslaught and more passion. Whipping Aayla was exciting Komand’r now.

Weirdly, Aayla liked that. It made her feel irresistible—like she’d tricked Komand’r into desiring her instead of punishing her. Her surrender, her giving in, had succeeded in compromising the proud bitch’s rage.

The lashes felt like they weighted a hundred pounds when they dug into the flesh of her buttocks many more times. The pain wasn’t so bad now… her rounded flesh had become more numb than tender. Komand’r struck her thighs again, attacking the tender areas where her rolling cheeks melted into the taut muscle of her thighs.

Aayla was set alight by the action. She needed to come. She knew Blackfire did too. Everything Komand’r did, every sound she was making, spoke of her need.

“I’ll give you a taste of being a good girl now,” Komand’r husked, breathlessly speaking through a hard-bitten lip. “Only a taste of the rewards you’d be getting if you obeyed me without question… my sweet bitch…”

Komand’r untied one of Aayla’s feet. Then she sat on the corner of the bed, half-off the mattress, her weight settled against the bedpost. She took Aayla’s delicate little foot and held it against her wet sex. Then she rolled her hips, fucking the insensate flesh in a way that madly tantalized the Jedi. If only she could feel this with her fingers… with her tongue… She knew a sample of the slippery warmth Komand’r could give to her, but as Blackfire had said, only a sample.

Haplessly, Aayla moved against the bed as if pushed and pulled by Blackfire’s sensual friction. She rubbed herself against the bedspread. It wasn’t much arousal to feel Blackfire’s pussy with her foot and it wasn’t much sex to friction her cunt on silk sheets, but it was enough to make her come.

At the end, Aayla thought she did it more to please Komand’r than anything else. The mad bitch wouldn’t let any of her victims get clear of her without a submissive orgasm. She would not allow them to leave her less satisfied than they would be with her sister, Starfire, the most giving of lovers.