5 – Role Model

Thrain led us through the shifting maze of tents and half-built shelters. These people lived ready to vanish at a moment’s notice. Every step reminded me how exposed I was with my bare breasts swaying, thighs still slick, and no walls or Federation rank to hide behind.

I made the mistake of trying to exit the mess hall before Jaxon. Thrain’s backhand cracked across my face. “Know your place, bitch,” he hissed. I bowed my head, blinking back fury instead of tears, and fell into step behind Jaxon like a trained pet while he offered the old warrior only a conflicted glance. I knew intellectually Jaxon couldn’t break cover, but the sting on my cheek and the slow trickle of his cum down my inner thigh made the fury feel personal. He’d let another man strike what was now supposedly his property, and the helplessness of the situation settled like stones in my stomach.

We were taken to a round, pointed tent, an upside-down cone essentially. It looked very much like something Stone Age primitives on Earth might have used to wander the plains before even the invention of gunpowder. Thrain pulled a thick rawhide flap back and gestured for Jaxon to enter.

The men entered first, then I followed. I’d learned with that last smack that I needed to follow like some sort of pet. It was a little humiliating having to fall behind them, but all the other women in camp did the same.

Inside was just about… rustic… as I’d imagined. The tent felt too open for a naked woman. The dirt floor chilled my bare feet, and the absence of a central pole left me nowhere to hide. I stood exposed under the high peak, the space large enough for two men to lie end-to-end while I felt smaller than I ever had in my life.

There was nothing for me to do, so I kept Jaxon between Thrain and me. I wasn’t about to get within smacking range again. When Thrain finished explaining that they would be packing up camp in the morning, he looked at me with what at best might be described as a disapproving glare. “Your slave… She may require training.”

Jaxon glanced at me, and I dropped my eyes demurely, hoping the sarcasm in the gesture wasn't lost. He replied, “What makes you say that?”

“Listen, lad, she’s a pretty enough cunt… High tits, wide hips to sink into, and lips soft enough to pleasure an entire tribe. But even a half-wit knows her real jobs: kneel when idle, keep your furs ready, your cup full, your cock clean. This one’s still half-wild. Out here, she’ll shame you unless you send her to the obedience yard in Trafalkar.

Thrain’s gaze moved over my bare breasts and the slick trail on my thigh with open contempt. I knew he was already imagining me over his knee, ass red and on display while the whole camp watched. No one had ever spoken about me like meat before. My mouth opened to spit venom, but Jaxon’s backhand cracked across my face before the words could escape.

“Don’t just stand there gawking, kneel slave.”

I dropped to my knees, stunned hurt blooming behind my eyes as fresh tears threatened. My junior partner had just backhanded me in front of another while his cum still leaked down my thigh. The collar suddenly felt tighter around my throat.

Thrain stepped up to me, and I kept my head down, not even daring to glance up. Which was infuriating and humbling at once. Of all the backwater worlds that Drayce could have fled to, why did it have to be one so gross? And Thrain kept going while my partner just stood there listening, “Mark me, boy, if she shames you on the road tomorrow, the whole clan will laugh. Then you might have even bigger problems. We arrive in Trafalkar in two days’ time. Send her to an obedience yard before she costs you any respect. I’ll send Kessa to you so you can see how a real slave behaves, and maybe she can prevent your wild girl from damaging what little reputation you have.”

With that, he left, not even giving Jaxon an opportunity to decline. Not that he showed any inclination to do so when I looked up. Seeing him staring down at me made everything a jumble. I could feel my jaw tighten as I exhaled, trying not to spill any of the turmoil inside out. That wouldn’t help our mission. But damn it, I was still leaking his cum as he looked down at me.

I spoke while still on my knees, “Having a spy with us will complicate things.”

Jaxon nodded and paced, forcing himself not to look at me. “I know… I couldn’t think of a way to decline, though…”

“No. You did the right thing. We need to stay in their good graces long enough to get intel on the target.” I said almost half believing it. I was advising Jaxon to get chummy with the people who had just insisted he use me like some piece of meat.

“I know… I’ll handle her when she gets here… Just keep playing your role.”

“It is just a role,” I said, probing to see what Jaxon’s mental state was. Which was ludicrous given my own inner tumult. “I am your commanding officer. You have to keep that in mind at all times.” I swallowed hard, and the next thought was, “Especially since all of this is being recorded.”

He glanced at me, his eyes unconsciously sliding down my naked body. “Fuck… I know…”

“I need to know you’ll follow orders when I give them,” I explained. Saying it while kneeling naked and leaking his cum, forced to look up at my former subordinate, made the words feel ridiculous. I didn’t feel like a commander at all. I felt like a leashed pet trying to give orders.

He nodded and resumed pacing. “Understood, ma’am.”

“There’s something else…” Heat flooded my cheeks. “The wine… It forced a physiological response that… I shouldn’t have felt. If I start acting like I want any of this, you have to remember it’s some sort of drug talking, not me.” My voice cracked on the last word, the shame of admitting my body had already betrayed me burning hotter than the collar at my throat.

He knelt down, looking into my eyes… And I wanted to melt into him… But I was his commander, and we were not in an environment that would accept any sort of failure. I needed him to know that there was no way my Resistance-to-Interrogation training could be completely effective against chemical agents. He would need to keep in mind that I might already be compromised. And it certainly explained my body's reaction to his touch when it was forced on me… Not of his volition, of course, but it was still unwanted.

Jaxon took my hands and turned them gently, inspecting my wrists as if they mattered. The tenderness twisted something painful in my chest. I wanted to lean into him, yet I yanked my hands back, forcing a commanding look on my face even while kneeling naked before my subordinate.

He recoiled like a smacked puppy. Unable to even look at me, he moved away, leaving me there in the dirt looking up after him. I whispered, “We have roles to play… It’s already getting… confusing.”

At that moment, Kassa slipped through the tent flap, and anything else I wanted to say died on my lips. She knelt immediately and announced herself, “Master Jack’s-son, my owner has sent me to assist in your domestic duties and help…” She shot me a sidelong glance and blushed, “Help act as a role model for your slave.”

Rage flared hot and immediate. This girl was less than half my age, and she’d been sent to be my role model? I needed to discuss risk vectors with Jaxon, to diplomatically find a way to end this charade of slavery, but I wasn’t able to say any of that in front of her, while his cum continued its slow, humiliating trail down my inner thigh. Her graceful kneel only made it worse.

“If it please you, master, how should I aid you this eve?”

Before Jaxon could answer, she moved to him on all fours, her mouth going right to his crotch, licking and sucking at him through the fabric of his jumpsuit. His hands reached down into her red hair, pulling her back as he looked at me in panic, “Hey! I didn’t ask for this! What are you doing?”

Kessa sat back on her heel and bowed her head, “Forgive me, Sir. I saw that you spilled seed on your clothing and did my duty to clean it up and collect it all.” She lifted her head, blinking up at him, “It’s a sin to allow a master’s seed to spoil. Please, allow me to clean you…”

I nodded from behind Kessa. We needed to fit in, and if I had to be put on public display and humiliated for all, then he could certainly weather this girl making him slightly uncomfortable. He reluctantly moved his hands away, and she leaned into him, licking at the mess we had left on the front of his jumpsuit. She performed her task with an enthusiasm bordering on devotion, her tongue licking wide swathes, then sucking the area with her lips to clean off his spilled fluids. I watched in detached horror, already cataloging the posture she used, the devotion in her tongue, and the cold realization that soon I would be expected to perform in exactly the same way… Or worse

Without warning, she hooked her finger into his Federated flight-suit, pulling it open at the crotch so she could clean his skin and cock. Jaxon groaned as she sucked him into her eager lips.

Something ugly and possessive twisted in my belly as I watched her tongue clean our mixed fluids from the front of his charcoal flight suit. He wasn’t mine. We were partners, in the working sense. Yet the sight of this younger woman eagerly cleaning the cock that had just been inside me in front of fifty men made my jaw clench with a jealousy I had no right to feel.

She gripped the base of his cock with a small hand, allowing him to pop audibly out of her mouth, turning to look at me, then gesturing with a head nod that I should join her. I wanted to strangle her, but kept my emotions in check. When I didn’t come forward, she looked up at Jaxon and said, “Sir… Forgive me if I speak out of turn. But my master bade me to help ensure your slave performs her duties adequately. She is the one who ought be cleaning you, or helping as I show her how to do so…”

Anger melted away into shock. She wanted me to suck on the cock that had just fucked me? With another woman? It was too much. Sexual mores within the Federation were very traditional; such a thing, even being suggested on Sol, would cause a scandal. Deviance had flourished in some cultures before the unification, the pendulum swinging back and forth between decadent and traditional cultures. Right now, tradition reigned supreme, and things like public displays of affection, even including holding hands, were looked down on. Oral sex in front of others was unmentionable.

Kessa paused long enough to ask, “Don’t you wish to please your master?”

I was trapped in a catch-22. Jaxon was my junior in a professional relationship; it was unseemly at best to even consider putting his cock in my mouth. On the other hand, watching her please him caused a tension at the back of my neck that I couldn’t quite explain. And on top of all that, there were the implants recording everything. I had nothing but bad choices, and a recording to capture it all forever.

She looked at me as I struggled with an answer, hating her for putting me in this position. Her eyes drifted downward, and her face went sour. In a voice that could only be called abject horror, she said, “You didn’t clean your Master’s seed?”

It was the last thing I thought anyone would ever ask me, so I stared at her, stunned.

Before I could react, she lunged. Her small hands shoved my shoulders, making me topple backward onto the furs. She yanked my knees up and apart. Kessa’s tongue flattened against my neat black triangle, dragging slowly upward until she sealed her lips around my clit and sucked. The wine still sang in my blood. My body betrayed me with slick, eager pulses while Jaxon’s eyes stayed locked on mine over her shoulder. I quivered, a mortified moan slipping free despite every rational command my mind issued.

I doubled up and grabbed her by the hair, pulling her off me. Wrenching her free, I demanded, “What the fuck?”

“He is dripping out of you… His seed is wasted…” She then attempted to spread my knees again. I tried to pry her off by the hair, but she turned and called to Jaxon, “Sir! Your slave must be trained.”

“Selene, lay back and allow her to clean you,” Jaxon said. There was no humor in his voice. His face was stoic. He was committed to the role and reminded me that I needed to as well. We were already tits deep.

I stared in horror at him. He was right, but he also wasn’t the one getting fucked every time I turned around. The tough exterior I wore as a uniform for my job crumbled, I could feel the sting of tears forming, and it made rage burn hot behind my eyes. I couldn’t say why, though. I’d known the risks; it was one thing in the abstract, but when lips met flesh, I could feel all my emotions erupting, no matter how much I wanted to force them back into their box.

Kessa knew exactly what she was doing. Her tongue moved with practiced shame, slow and deliberate, across my folds. Every flattened stroke over my clit sent unwelcome heat spiraling through me. I hated the moan that escaped, hated how my hips twitched despite every order my mind screamed to remain still. This was nothing like the fast, awkward claiming Jaxon had taken from me. Her mouth was softer, more knowing, and that knowledge shamed me more than anything.”

She broke her suction on me, leaving me cold and aching as she lifted her head to ask, “Do you not wish to touch your slave?”

Jaxon blinked and looked at me. He looked at me like the filthy harlot I was. Not only had he fucked me, but I was now being fucked by a woman. I could feel the pins and needles in my skin as he looked at me. I must have been blushing as bright as a warning light. I closed my eyes and clutched at the furs, silently willing Kessa to finish and be done with this.

Heat and a meaty fist engulfed one breast. I gasped, opening my eyes to see Jaxon’s face close to mine. His fingers captured a nipple and squeezed gently, flaring lightning through my body and eliciting another moan from me. Kessa returned between my thighs, locking her mouth in a tight seal around the top of my slit and sucking me out into her mouth. Her evil tongue did things I’d never felt before, making me squirm as Jaxon felt me up. It struck me that we’d just fucked moments ago, but it had been so fast and awkward that he’d barely touched me. I had to close my eyes and fight off the tightening pressure in my belly. I was dangerously close to climax, and I didn’t want to shame myself with yet another, this time under a woman’s lips.

Kessa stopped torturing me just as I thought I was going to be pushed over. The sudden cold ruined what had been rapidly approaching, and I was grateful to her for that mercy. Until she spoke.

“Sir,” she begged, “Please give me the honor that you gave her. Fill me with your seed.”

My eyes snapped open, and I had to fight myself from clawing her eyes out. I shook my head. Why would I be angry? It made no sense. I just wanted to get this over with, and if that meant him relieving himself in her to get to the finish line, then I should be happy. But I wasn’t. My emotions were all over the place. Before I could protest, before I could tell him that I didn’t want him fucking another woman, her lips were on me again.

Jaxon moved behind her. When our eyes met, his face softened for a moment, but he still lined up and pushed into her. I shook my head frantically, the collar shifting against my throat, but the words never came. Each thrust drove her face harder against me, her tongue pressing relentlessly. The vibrations traveled through me in waves I couldn’t stop, and the shame of feeling them while watching my junior partner take another woman made my stomach twist.

He continued looking at me, not her, as his body took over. Slow firm thrusts filling her completely as she squealed. Her mouth had my mind tied in knots. It was doing things a cock couldn’t, that no man had ever done. I didn’t want to enjoy what she was doing to me, but the pressure was building again. It got worse when he began slamming his hips forward harder.

With Kessa buried between my legs, Jaxon and I stared at each other while he drove into her. The more he looked at me, the more her tongue pushed me higher against every ounce of my will. I hated the sounds leaking from my throat, hated that my body was chasing the same rhythm as hers. When the wave crashed over me anyway, a broken, humiliating cry tore out while my mind screamed that none of this was me.

His fingers gripped her hips tightly, her flesh squeezing through the digits. I rocked with the force of their coupling. My squeals mixed with hers as he grunted and stared at me. He looked at me with such longing that I couldn’t look away. I imagined his cock slamming into me rather than her tongue. It was maddening and frustrating, but her suction was relentless.

“Fuck!” Jaxon grunted. His body tensed with a final plunge into the redhead, but his eyes remained locked on mine. There was a sudden flurry of thrusting from him as he howled, wet, syrupy sounds filling the tent as he flooded her.

Kessa lifted her mouth only long enough to gasp as her own body quaked, then sealed it back against me. When she screamed her release, the vibrations tore through me. Pinned under Jaxon’s unrelenting stare, with her fingers curling deep inside me, I shattered again. There was a humiliating, broken sound ripped out of me while my mind recoiled in horror at what my body was doing once again.

I drifted for a long moment, then came to, clutching the furs with my fists as my legs quivered out of control. It took a moment to remember how to breathe, and then sound returned. I could feel Jaxon hammering into Kessa, shoving the poor thing's body into mine, making the pressure in my belly return with an even brighter fire than before.

“No…” I begged. Kessa ignored me, the suction causing intolerable pain, as I plunged once again into the light.

When I returned, I was covered in a sleeping fur, with Jaxon lying beside me. One of my arms had been thrown over his chest. I lay there frozen, unsure what to say. Kessa hummed to herself on the other side of the tent, then returned to the furs. She slid under them on the other side of Jaxon and whispered, “There, now we’re all cleaned. Not a single drop of your precious essence wasted.” She showed him her open mouth and placed a folded cloth on the edge of the furs.

Jaxon gave one nod, then returned to staring up at the peak of the tent, far up in the darkness. He was rigid and stiff, not relaxed at all.

When Kessa’s soft snoring finally filled the tent, I opened my mouth to remind him I was still his commanding officer. To reinforce that every moan was now a permanent record up in the Division satellite. The words died before they formed. I lay rigid against his side, the collar warm against my throat, with one arm draped over his chest as if I belonged there. Meanwhile, another woman’s elbow brushed mine across his body as she slumbered in post coital bliss.

Sleep refused to come for either of us.