The Orville: Her Only Commander

Naked save for a strap-on, Kelly loomed over Alara, statuesque and leanly muscled. It was ironic that Alara, who was so petite in comparison, was many times stronger. Her body was soft and svelte, almost too willowy for the full breasts that dominated her chest. And yet, she was so strong that there was no point in a lover of hers holding back.

So strong that for her to be dominated sexually, a little tech had to come into play.

The deuterium spheres held Alara’s hands and feet in a spread-eagle position, as if she were mounted on an X-shaped cross. They hovered in place, tuned to the ship’s gravity field so that if Alara tried to use her strength to break free, she might as well have been trying to bench-press the Orville itself. 

“I haven’t been tied up since I was on Xelaya,” Alara said, pulling at the spheres holding her limbs. They didn’t move an inch, not a millimeter. 

“Because you might break free. I get it,” Kelly assured her. “Well, not really. You’re such a whore, I can’t imagine you wanting to get away.”

Alara’s breath came a little faster. A lot of people were too intimidated by her strength to treat her like the dirty whore she liked to be in the bedroom. Kelly didn’t have that problem. She hadn’t been intimidated by anything in her life. “Sometimes I can’t help myself, Commander. I want to be fucked so bad—I just want more and more—but I know sometimes my mistress likes to play with me first. I’m meant for her pleasure; mine doesn’t matter.”

Kelly reached down to Alara’s bare cunt, already warm and swollen with desire, and felt the juices brimming out of it. All of her groin was sopping wet, turned on by being stripped naked and bound and seeing Kelly with the huge strap-on at her waist like an extension of her Amazonian physique.

“Interesting that you call me Commander,” Kelly said. “Is that how you think of me when we’re in uniform? Some dominatrix that tells you what to do? Do you get off on following my orders, cunt?”

“I—I don’t—ghhh!” Alara gasped, involuntarily pulling at the unmoving spheres as Kelly pushed a finger inside of her. “You turn me on so much…”

“That’s a good quality for a whore,” Kelly said. “It must make you good at your job. I bet I didn’t need all these gadgets. I’d just have to look at you like the kinky little sex toy you are and you’d get nice and wet for me to fuck, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes, Commander—hh!—I’d do whatever you want me to do!”

“Would you? Or would you be a bad girl who gets a bad punishment?”

Alara’s eyes lit up with excitement. “Yes! Please! Punish me, Commander! Punish your dirty little slut! I should’ve come to you months ago! I should’ve been eating your pussy the day you came onboard the ship!”

She tried to squeeze her legs together and relieve some of the lust she felt, but she couldn’t. Her firm thighs tensed and stayed corded with strength, but she didn’t move her legs at all. Kelly slid her finger in and out of Alara’s cunt, but no matter how hot she became, Alara could barely even wiggle her ass.

“You’re driving me crazy!” Alara strained at the spheres that held her stationary. “Nhhh! I can’t move at all and your finger is making my pussy go wild!”

“God, I should punish you for being such a whore, but you’d like the pain even more! You’re such a dirty little bitch that the only thing I can punish you with is not touching you at all!”

Alara shook her head wildly. “Please don’t do that, Commander! Please keep touching me! Fuck me, whip me, do whatever you want to do, just don’t stop!”

“Whatever I want?” Kelly asked teasingly, taking her finger away from Alara’s pink sex—to her mewling discontentment—and sliding it between Alara’s legs until it was poking at her tight asshole. She worked her fingertip into Alara’s anus slowly, pushing it in to the first knuckle as Alara sighed in satisfaction that Kelly was still using her.

“Keep going!” Alara cooed lovingly, trembling as she felt that single segment of a single digit twitch inside her ass. It was not nearly enough to satiate her, but it was still so much more than she had gotten in ages. “Stick your finger all the way in my ass! Stick all your fingers in my ass! You can fuck me there however you want!”

Kelly took her hand away again, smiling down at Alara. “I know I can do whatever I want to you. You’re a whore, remember? Whores don’t say no. Whores open up and they take what they’re given. And I have something sweet to give you, little whore…”

Alara watched breathlessly as Kelly walked to the nightstand. When Kelly turned back to her, she carried a riding crop that she bent between her two hands.

“Oh God!” Alara whimpered, her pussy clenching so hard on nothing that it stung a little. “Whip me! Whip me! Whip me for not being your submissive slut every minute of every day! Whip me for every second I have to put on a uniform and pretend you’re not better than me in every way, pretend I’m not a worthless slut who exists only to eat your pussy and take your strap-on cock!”

Kelly chuckled as she walked back to Alara, her huge strap-on leading the way. “You really know how to beg, Alara. Being a bottom bitch suits you. I do think I’ll punish you. You’ve ignored your true calling as my fuck slut for far too long.”

Kelly lightly flicked the riding crop over Alara’s bare breasts, making the firm flesh jiggle rhythmically.

“Ohhh!” Alara tensed and quaked, but the spheres wouldn’t let her move.

Kelly snapped the crop at one of her fat nipples. Alara moaned as pain flooded through her sensitive breast. The nipple stiffened and her breasts heaved. She squirmed with the small amount of slack the spheres gave her, then moaned again when Kelly flicked her other nipple. It hardened instantly with the intense sensation that filled it.

“Oh Gooood! Fuck!” Alara struggled against the spheres holding her, shivering uncontrollably with her inability to move. She moaned brokenly as Kelly kept bringing down the crop on her bare flesh, until her hips were jerking back and forth, trying to fuck the warm sensations that flooded her empty loins. “You’re making me so hot! It hurts so good! Nnt! Keep hitting my nipples! I love the way they throb so, so fucking hard! Mmmmmm!”

Taking her time, Kelly flicked Alara’s breasts a little more, just to watch them jiggle. Then she looked down to Alara’s smooth belly, its soft tautness belying the strength underneath. She gave Alara several sharp strikes on the gentle curve of her pelvis, then slashed at the soft flesh of her thighs, marking the creamy skin with angry red welts.

Alara panted raggedly. “Harder! Harder! Ghhh! Make it really hurt! I’ve been such a bad girl! Such a bad girl—should’ve gotten down on my knees, kissed your boots the first time I saw you…”

Pushing on the spheres on Alara’s hands from the outside, Kelly made them go back, which leaned Alara back to better expose the smooth, supple flesh between her legs. She whipped Alara’s inner thighs, first one leg, then the other, filling Alara with so much sweet pain that she ended up straining with every muscle in her body.

Alara tossed her head from side to side, jerking her hips up, but unable to get rid of the all-consuming warmth in her pussy or do anything to satisfy it. Sobbing and gasping, she pulled at the spheres helplessly, but they refused to release her. And Kelly kept the crop cracking at her bare thighs, going higher and higher, which only made Alara more sharply excited.

Lost in the thrill that coursed through her body, Alara cried out: “Whip me harder! Make my thighs hurt like hell! Unh! Oh fuck! Yes, Commander, you know just how bad I’ve been! Ohhhh! You know exactly what a whore I am!”

She writhed frantically, pushing her wetly brimming pussy out at her mistress while Kelly savaged her thighs harder and harder. The shivering lips of her womanhood were parted, the glossy pink flesh inside exposed, all of her cunt dripping wet. With every whistle of the riding crop through the air, Alara strained in place, flexing against nothing, a trickle of her arousal running down into the valley between her buttocks.

“You’re going to get me off!” the Xelayan gasped, pulling at her restraints with all of her considerable, useless might. “Fuh—fuck! I’m going to come! Harder, harder, please, I need it so bad!”

The stings of the riding crop floated up her bare thighs until Kelly was laying the tip right on the edges of her splayed slit. Alara shook convulsively, thrusting her throbbing pussy out at Kelly like an offering from a worshipper to her god. Kelly brought the crop down on the inflamed lips of her labia, heating Alara to a passion she couldn’t contain.

“FFFFUUUUU--!” Alara wailed, her writhing escape attempts now throwing beads of perspiration from her sweat-soaked body. “I can’t take it! Shit, shit! It’s too damn good! Whip me, whip the hell out of me! I’m your bitch, punish your bitch! Ohhhh! I’m so fucking wet!”

Alara clamped her eyes shut and shook mindlessly in her ecstatic acceptance of the riding crop. Every inch of her pained, rapturous body ached for relief. She was ready to explode, overloaded with pleasure, sobbing with pain, the sensations crowding each other out, making her feel far too much for even her superstrong body.

The heat in her sex came to a fever pitch, her juices molten as they trickled down her legs. Then, with perfect timing, Kelly cracked the riding crop directly onto her quivering pussy.

Alara twisted her body frantically, the pain at its zenith, the pleasure making it irresistible. “Yes! Whip my cunt! Whip my dirty little cunt! Commander…!”

Kelly kicked the spheres at Alara’s feet out to either side so that her legs were wide open, nearly perpendicular to her groin. And with Alara completely exposed, she brought the riding crop down on her tingling clit. Alara felt her climax crash into her, its satisfaction rushing through her body, hitting her hard. She jerked her hips up, her thighs shaking with the strain of the position they were in. The cords stood out in her neck and her lithe body tensed up completely.

“I’m coming!” Alara cried, her eyes rolling back in her head. “Oh fuck! Oh God! Too much! I’m going to pass out!”

“So fucking pass out, cunt!” Kelly snarled as she flailed with the riding crop on Alara’s orgasmic pussy, hitting her pubis with one fierce throw of her wrist after another. She whipped Alara’s swollen lips and burgeoning clit for the entire time that she was climaxing, stopping only when Alara hung loosely from her bonds with a long moan of satisfaction.

Hungrily gulping down air, Alara didn’t open her until she felt Kelly’s weight pressing down at her, pushing her spheres horizontal. She smiled weakly up at Kelly as her Commander filled her bleary view—then she felt Kelly’s strap-on pierce into her tautly sensitive pussy.

“Hhhh!” Alara purred in pained contentment, feeling her exhausted folds tightening on the thick dildo. “Just what I wanted—a nice hard cock to punish my poor little pussy even more! Hrrr! Shit, I’m so tender. How hard are you going to fuck me, Commander? How much do you think I can take?”

“You’ll take as much as I fucking give you, you little slut. And you’ll not only fucking like it, you’re goddamn thank me for dirtying my nice strap-on with your nasty cunt! Get it, cunt?” 

“Yes, Commander. Thank you for letting me be your bitch.” Alara’s mouth dropped open as she felt the pain, the pleasure, the intensity of Kelly stretching her open with ten inches worth of unbreakable cock. “Oh God… thank you so much…”