Blue Planet (sci fi, D/s, wife) Chapter Four, part 3

Having passed through the large archway Debbie found herself in a rather
plain, bare alcove standing at the foot of a large, wide staircase the rose
and spiraled up out of sight to the upper floors of the structure.	  
"Shall I have my servant show you the way" Sandistra was saying as she
slipped her arm free and turned to Debbie.	 "That’s all right" Debbie
said, feeling herself growing slightly calmer "I think I can find my own
way."	     Sandistra nodded.	     "Very well, my dear. It’s straight ahead
on the third level. You can’t miss it. And do enjoy yourself. After all, that
is what you are paying for."	 Once again the blue woman gave a deep,
chortling laugh that sent a disgusted shiver through Debbie who merely tossed
her a tight smile, turned and began mounting the stairs. Although she could
not see, she was sure the blue woman’s gaze remained fixed on her until she
turned along the spiral of the stairs and disappeared from sight.

	Robert stood in the narrow hallway and quickly realized that it
seemed more like a long cage of some sort, no more than three feet wide and
running only about fifteen feet to the blank wall at its other end. He turned
and noticed that the door through which he had entered was now gone, leaving
not even a crack or crease to indicate it had ever existed. He was just
beginning to feel a wave of claustrophobia flood over him when there was a
dull hissing noise at the other end of the narrow space and he saw a light
appear as a door in the far end of the right wall opened. He stood for a long
moment, waiting to see what would happen and when nothing did he stepped
cautiously down the hall towards offered escape. Peering around the edge of
the open frame he saw a white room which seemed to contain only a waist high,
lightly padded table. Leaning in he looked around and saw that there was,
tucked into the corner of the room, a long counter on which sat a variety of
equipment which appeared medical in nature. He was about to slip back to the
other end of the narrow hallway when another door opened at the other end of
the room and another orange skinned woman, this one with a fluff of cotton
candy like greenish hair and wearing a long, white coat of some sort stepped
through holding what looked like a thick clipboard. She moved purposefully to
the long counter, casting only a momentary glance at him as she stepped
across the room around the far side of the table, set down the clipboard and
touched it as if entering data of some kind. Robert watched her, unsure of
what was expected of him or what, more importantly, would be safe for him to
do. After a few seconds of tapping on the clipboard face the woman threw a
look at him over her shoulder, her brows furrowed in annoyance. "Well?" she
said, "what are you doing out there? Come in." She turned back to the
clipboard, dismissing Robert from her mind. He stood a few moments, sighed
and stepped into the room hesitantly. As soon as he had clearned the opening
there was a hiss and the door slid shut behind him. He whirled and saw that
he was now standing before a solid, unbroken wall. The woman finished tapping
on the clipboard and turned to the room. She seemed startled to find him
still standing close to where the door had been moments before. "What is
wrong with you" she said, her annoyance growing. "I don’t have time to bother
with this nonsense." Robert opened his mouth to reply, to tell her he didn’t
know what she was talking about but realized that would probably only cause
her to become even more annoyed so he simply closed his lips and glanced
around. The woman sighed wearily and stepped over to the table, patting it
with the fingers of both hands patronizingly. "Over here" she said with
piqued exaggeration. Robert’s eyes flicked around the space and realized
there was no where for him to retreat to, so he stepped cautiously toward the
table. When he reached it he stopped and carefully reached out a hand to
touch its surface. The woman seemed to roll her eyes at this. "Why do I get
all the stupid ones" she hissed then fixed him with a firm look, speaking
slowly as if to a disobedient child. "Remove your garments and get up on the
table." She stood glaring at him. For a moment Robert was about to tell this
unpleasant creature where she could go, but managed to bite back the words.
He knew that besides getting himself in trouble he might also put Debbie in
jeopardy and he would never do that. Finally he sighed and reached to the tie
on the side of his tunic, just above his waist. Seeing that he was finally
getting on with it the orange woman sighed with relief and turned back to the
counter and the clipboard. Robert removed the tunic and undid the bow in the
drawstring of the loose trousers, allowing them to fall to the floor, leaving
him standing in the tightly wrapped loin cloth. He bent to pick up the pants
and folded it carefully, placing it on the already folded tunic. Scooping
them up he turned, looking around for a place to set them. "Over there" he
heard the woman say, turning and looking to where he nodded. There was a low,
short self set into the far wall, almost invisible in the indirect glow of
the lighting. Robert moved over and gently placed the garments in the little
recess, then turned and took a step toward the table. "Stop" the woman said,
sharply. Robert jerked to a halt, confused. "What are you doing" she said,
her voice rising slightly. "Get undressed!"	Robert quickly realized that
she meant for him to also remove the loin cloth. He hesitated, suddenly
feeling very vulnerable. Never in his life had he been completely naked in
the presence of an adult woman. Not even Debbie. He didn’t know what to do,
how to perhaps talk himself out of having to comply with this instruction.
But once again he thought of Debbie, how she was depending on him, wherever
she was right now, not to expose them and their deception. He gritted his
teeth and slowly reached for the knot that tied the cord holding the
diaper-like garment to him. As it came free he felt a deep blush rising in
his neck and cheeks, turned quickly to drop the small bundle of cloth on the
other garments on the shelf and moved swiftly to the table, turning and
hopping up on its edge, his hands automatically moving to his crotch as a
half-hearted, awkward protection. The woman stepped up to the opposite side
of the table. "Lie down" she said, her tone bored. Robert hesitated, looked
over his shoulder and saw the growing annoyance in her eyes. At last,
resigned, he leaned back and over and felt his body straighten, his head
finally coming to rest on the soft padding of the table. He looked straight
up at the blank, white ceiling, willing himself to remain calm and not to
consider that he was now, for the first time in his life, naked in the
presence of a woman. He felt her take his hand and raise it up over his head,
lowering it to the upper corner of the table and slipping it through
something that was suddenly pulled tight against his wrist. A wave of
apprehension shot through him and he was about to yelp out in protest until
he realized that this must be some standard procedure, that if he objected,
he would put himself and Debbie in danger. Instead he pulled his lips tight
and focused hard on the ceiling as the woman walked around the head of the
table, took his other arm, raised it to the upper corner on its side and
secured it. Then she moved to the foot of the table and he felt his leg
lifted, the foot slipped through some sort of loop and securely fastened,
followed quickly by the other. Before he could bring himself to realize that
he was now, for all practical purposes, helplessly bound to the table, the
woman stepped to the counter, scooped up some object and walked with studied
efficiency to the head of the table, her hands reaching out over his face.
"Open" she said, sounding like a dentist. Robert hesitated a moment, thought
of protecting Debbie and opened his mouth. An instant before it was slipped
between his teeth Robert saw in her hands what appeared to be some sort of
bit, like the bridle for a horse, its center composed of a large sphere, but
then it was between his lips, in his mouth, his head being lifted and straps
being secured around the back of it. Oh my God, Robert thought with a blast
of realization as the woman lowered his head back onto the padding of the
table, I’m bound and gagged! In a way his mind told him it was probably some
completely normal requirement of whatever was about to happen, that because
he was seen as the "property" of Debbie, surely nothing harmful would occur
to him, and he struggled to remain calm. But another part of his mind was
sending huge warning shouts through him and fighting to stir up panic. He
turned his head to watch the woman move over to the long counter and begin
placing some objects from it onto a tray. He knew instinctively that whatever
they were, they would be used to examine him in some medical procedure. When
the door through which he had entered slid open suddenly, he jerked his head
around and saw the orange skinned woman from the counter outside striding
into the room. Her long gown shimmered and floated behind her and in spite of
himself he noticed that it hugged the alluring, rounded curves of her form.
The woman at the counter looked up at her. "It’s all right" the orange
skinned woman entering the room said airily to the other "I’ll do this one."
The one in the tunic seemed to hesitate for a moment, but it was clear from
her reaction that the other was somehow her superior. After a seconds
hesitation she nodded, turned and moved toward the wall through which she had
entered, which slid open to allow her to exit then closed behind her with a
quiet hiss. The woman from the lounge stood, watching her go, then turned to
look at Robert, bound to the table, a sly smile playing out over her lips.
Without a word she moved back to where she had entered and Robert noticed a
small rectangular panel set in the wall. The woman raised a finger and
pressed a spot on the panel which lit up under the pressure. A moment later
he heard a dull click from inside the wall. Again she turned her gaze to him
and the smile was now wide and Cheshire like. She glided across the room to
where the other woman had left, Roberts head turning to follow her and she
repeated the finger press on a small panel located there. Robert suddenly
knew that she was locking the doors. Having accomplished this she moved
slowly toward the table, stopping beside it, gazing down at Roberts naked,
bound body, running her eyes over it. "Well" she said quietly, her tone
denoting that she was impressed "you are a nice one, aren’t you." Robert
dropped his head back against the table and forced himself to stare upwards
at the dim, white glow of the ceiling, struggling to remain calm, straining
to try and ignore her. Then he felt her warm, soft, open hand touch his
stomach and he squeezed his eyes shut, grunting tensely against the pleasant,
tingling sensation. The hand began to move, slowly, lightly, over his skin,
drifting upwards across the middle of his chest, sending ripples of pleasant
tickles through him. "Mmmm" he heard her say, "you must be worth quite a bit.
So soft… so firm… and so wild, aren’t you, my little pet." Robert opened his
eyes and glared at her, trying with his hard gaze to convey a sense of anger
and deep disdain. But the woman merely looked at his face and giggled. "Tell
me, little pet" she said, coolly, "have you had any proper training at all?
Or does your Jem like you to be headstrong and challenging." Robert could
feel his breath tighten and shallow as his mind struggled to ignore the warm,
soft hand that now drifted up over his chest, the finger and thumb gliding
closed around his already tight nipple and giving it a light squeeze. "And
how good are you at pleasuring your Jem" the orange woman cooed at him as the
fingertips began to slowly knead the now aching bud of his nipple. Robert
moaned, feeling his resolve slipping away under the barrage of pleasant
sensations that radiated from the unwanted caress of this creature. He closed
his eyes and tried to focus on an image of Debbie, but that only stirred him
further and he could feel the tingling throb in his cock as it began to
pulse, then thicken and start to rise. The woman must have noticed this as
well. He heard her chuckle with amusement. "Well, well" she said quietly "I
see you are obedient in some things, aren’t you." Suddenly the fingers
holding his nipple squeezed tightly, sending an even stronger shock racing
through him and again he moaned into the ball shaped gag between his lips.
"Ooooh" the woman said with a hiss of delight "you seem to like that, little
pet. How nice.	Let’s see what else you like, shall we?" She released his
throbbing nipple and turned, moving toward the counter, her wide hips swaying
almost defiantly with each smooth step. Robert opened his eyes and turned to
look at her, but her body blocked his clear view of what she was doing as she
carefully selected and placed a number of objects on the tray the other woman
had been preparing. At last she picked up the loaded tray, turned and moved
back toward the table. When she arrived she turned sideways and bumped the
side of the table with her hip. There was a quiet hiss and a shelf slid out
from the side of the table on which she set the tray before turning to him
with a smile. "Now, where shall we begin" she said quietly, allowing her eyes
to roam over his naked flesh. Robert could see that they paused at his now
fully erect and lightly quivering cock and he blushed, averting his own gaze
from her, lowering his head and fixing on the ceiling once more with a quiet
grunt that would, had he not been gagged, been a muttered curse. "Mmmmmmm"
the woman said, the tip of her pink tongue slipping between her lips, moist
and smooth, wetting them slightly. "I’ve never had a Jex before" she said
quietly, her voice almost a dreamy whisper. "I wonder…" Robert raised his
head and fixed on her, seeing that her gaze was focused on his cock. The
distant look in her eyes made him shiver with apprehension. He saw her slowly
raise a hand, saw it move over his body and slowly down toward his cock which
seemed to flutter. Rippling waves of tingling need were coursing through him,
despite himself, and when her long, soft, warm fingers wrapped around his
cock he moaned, deeply, at the shot of sensation that rolled through him. His
head rolled back against the table and he whimpered, wordlessly begging her
not to continue this prickling, exciting torment. And then he felt her hand
slowly beginning to stroke him, the circling fingers slipping down the shaft
to the bulbous head, then back to where the mat of soft hair nestled. Robert
could feel the waves of pleasure flood up through his stomach, tightening his
ass and making the hair on his chest stand on end. He dug in with his heels
as if to buck, to try and throw off this unwanted caress but then another
flutter of pleasure flowed and his muscles went limp. He could hear her own
breathing begin to shorten, tighten, growing hard. Rolling his head he looked
at her and saw that she was staring at his heavily veined, twitching cock in
her fingers with a kind of dreamy fascination. Suddenly her eyes flicked to
catch his and the expression on her face was flushed, needy, almost like that
of an animal. Abruptly she released his cock, the shock of this abandonment
almost painful to him, and quickly reached for some objects on the tray.
Robert struggled to calm himself, letting the glow of pleasure fade from him
as he tried to focus on what she was doing. She worked quickly, with skilled
hands, grasping a thin, cylindrical object of gleaming metal that appeared
almost a foot in length and plugging some sort of wire into one end of it.
Then she pried the flexible lid off a small jar, dipped the other end of the
device into it, pulling it free a moment later coated with some glistening,
thickly moist substance. She bent over the table, moving the object out of
his sight between his legs and then he felt it, cold and hard against his
ass. He cried out into the gag against this unnatural invasion, struggling to
push his hips down and away but the woman turned the object, lowered it
quickly and pressed. Robert sucked in a deep gasp as he felt his ass
stretching under the penetration of the cold, metal thing. A sensation of
being spread apart from inside filled his lower body as, with a single,
steady pressure, the woman pressed more and more of it deep into his bowels.
There was no pain, only the shocking sensation as millions of untouched nerve
endings deep inside his body were, for the very first time, stroked by this
strange object, combined with the feeling of being violated, ravaged and
possessed. The entire length of the thing at last slipped into him, his tight
ring of muscles closing over the end of it, the thin wire feeling odd as it
dangled from him. His body had gone rigid at the moment of penetration and
now he forced it to relax, letting it sag back against the table. Next he
felt something on the root of his cock and raised his head to look once more.
The woman was standing between his spread legs now, working quickly with
something that he could not see beyond his own fully engorged, throbbing
cock. But he could feel small points up and down his cock where a series of
some small things were being attached to it, and when he felt something
dangling down, brushing against his thighs, he realized they were wires. The
woman tossed him a hard, almost maniacal glance for a brief moment before
focusing on her work once again, and then, suddenly, she straightened,
looking down to survey her handiwork. Apparently satisfied, she directed her
gaze up to his eyes once more. "I want to couple with you, little pet" she
said, her voice husky with lust. "But then she might be able to tell that I
did. That might bring down your price. I’ll just have to settle for something
else." She reached up to the neck of her gown, slipped a finger inside it and
flicked some sort of clasp. Her hands grasped the neck of the garment and
pulled it down. It fell away revealing her naked body beneath. Robert was
stunned. She was firm, shapely and smooth with rounded breasts, the dark
maroon nipples of them already tight and jutting. Her chest was heaving with
excitement and Robert could smell a faint, sweet odor that he realized was
her arousal. Wordlessly she began to move around the end of the table, a
starving animal stalking prey, her eyes glued to his. As she stepped around
the bottom corner, her fingers lightly touched his calve, sending a shiver of
pleasant sensation through him that was heightened as she moved up the side
of the table and her fingertips trailed lightly up his leg. Robert could see
that her sex was smooth, hairless, the slit of it seemingly swollen where it
joined her legs. With each step the sweet odor grew stronger. He was
transfixed by this first sight of a truly naked woman and could feel his cock
swell even more, the tiny places of attachment tugging at the sensitive skin.
The woman walked slowly along the table, allowing her fingers to trail up,
lightly, over his thigh, teasingly over his cock, up his stomach and to his
nipples.