Chapter 1

Mia’s Virgin Pleasures

A week passed before Michael took Ethan, Logan, Ryan and Caden outside to fix the damaged craft. It tilted to one side from when the strut broke when they landed. It couldn’t be fixed. The only way to right the craft was to take off the other strut, gently lower both sides to the ground and hope that they wouldn’t damage the shell.

Michael was surprised that Caden was so knowledgeable about everything. He’d spent a lot of time on the computer, and it was as if he devoured every manual that was there and retained it with photographic memory. Michael thought he’d be the troublesome one and too submissive, but the others were in awe of his intellect. Michael’s assessment was that Ryan would be the most assertive, but Caden played Ryan expertly. He continually flattered Ryan and maneuvered him into believing that Ryan was in charge, yet it was the opposite way.

It was Caden’s idea to cut the strut with the torch, starting at the bottom and working the way up so it would lower it only inches at a time. It would take longer, but there was less danger of catastrophic failure. They began the slow and arduous task. The sun was about to set when the ship was finally brought to the ground successfully.

Now that the ship was secure on the ground, Michael could go back to pleasuring himself with the women. Mia, Hailey and Bella hadn’t been fucked yet, and he intended to avail himself of them starting today. Hailey would be easy, Bella difficult so he decided on Mia. She was the first he woke up and introduced to his cock. She was a bit reluctant to take it in her mouth, but reluctance always made Michael’s cock harder and more determined.

He searched the ship until he found Logan. He’d be a good choice. He had the longest cock among the others, although that list didn’t include Michael. Logan thought highly of himself and his cock, but that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. He found him in one of the storage rooms.

“Would you like to join me, Logan?”

“Are we going to explore Odin?”

“No, another celestial body... Mia.”

Mia was one of the hottest women, although all of them were hot. “I’d be honored.”

“Mia’s still a virgin in every hole except for her mouth. And she is good with her mouth, although she doesn’t enjoy it. She thinks she’s hiding that from me, but I can see it in her eyes. I have one of the open storage bays all set up for her. I thought we’d give her something different to remember this day.”

Ursula had shown him some of the more perverted aspects of sex. Logan expected that Michael would be more perverted, after all, he was a man and they were superior. “I can’t wait. I can learn so much from you.”

Mia was caught by them. She knew her day was coming, but that didn’t make it any easier. She’d tried to make herself invisible, but it wasn’t her day. Michael and Logan were next to her before she saw them. The minute they saw her, their cocks grew more erect. It was too bad she didn’t feel the same way. “Can I help you with something, Michael?”

“Yes you can, Mia. Come with us.”

She knew better than to try to resist. She walked to the other side of the ship as the two of them flanked her on both sides. They came to one of the cargo bays. The inside was already lit up, waiting for her. The minute she walked in she knew she was in more trouble than she expected. There were all kinds of strange furniture, but she knew enough from what the other women had told her that it was all made for bondage. Michael loved to tie a woman up and take her while she was helpless.

“It’s all for you, Mia. Step over here, and we can get started.” It was always nice that he never had to strip any of them first. Naked, they were already vulnerable. Just some simple bondage and they were defenseless. In Mia’s case, it would be more than simple.

The stark white room had a large pole that took up the center of the room. Mia tried to cast her eyes away from the other things.

There were no longer ropes and chains. Modern technology was more adaptive, and Michael would have a chance to try them on Mia first. He pushed her back against the pole while Logan made sure that she didn’t try to move. Michael grabbed her wrists and pulled them behind the pole. The device was waiting for her. It was a small white box, not more than six inches by six inches. Hanging out of it were two shiny white straps. They were almost translucent. He pinned her slender wrists with one hand while his other hand wrapped the straps around them, encircling each wrist before binding the two wrists together to make sure they were pinned together. He pressed the red button on the side of the box, and he immediately let go of her wrists as the straps did their job.

Mia panicked when she felt something around her wrists. It felt as though the straps were alive. Michael released her arms, but then, the straps tightened until she felt tingling in her fingertips from the trapped blood. She tried to pull her wrists apart, but the minute she did, the straps came alive again and tightened more. After a few struggles, she learned that the straps rebuffed her attempts at escape by tightening more painfully. Her wrists were trapped behind her back and to the pole with no hope of escape. She bit her lip to silence any protest, fearing a reprisal if she did.

Logan was impressed how easy that was to tie her up. Her naked body was pressed against the pole with no place to go. Logan’s cock felt so hard that it would explode if he didn’t get some pleasure soon. Logan would love to use her mouth and show her how big his cock was. He’d make her swallow every inch of it. He watched as Michael got another white box, but this one was different. He moved it high up on the pole. He pressed and it attached itself to the pole. This one had one strap that came out of it, but it was thick, over two inches thick.

“No, not my neck,” but it was too late to protest. Michael had already pushed the strap around her neck and drew it behind the pole. She feared that the inanimate box would choke her to death.

This one was a bit different than the last one. It had a button that Michael would press and tighten the strap. He’d be the judge of how tight or loose it would be. First, he wanted her down a bit lower so she couldn’t stand up completely straight. The box that secured her wrists moved with ease along the pole as if it was on a track. He moved it down about four inches and then did the same with the top box. “Put your feet in front of you,” he ordered her. She had no choice. Her legs were in front of her about three feet. He began to tighten the strap around her neck. He did it slowly and methodically, not for her safety but to torture her with the unknown.

Logan was pleased at how it made her pose her body. As the strap tightened around her neck, the only way she could stop from choking to death was push her hips forward away from the pole. When Michael finished, her body, especially her pussy, was pushed out as if she offered it up to Michael. Logan wondered what she offered it up for.

“Comfortable, Mia?” Michael didn’t wait for an answer. It would be too difficult with the strap around her neck. He took out the first device. He hadn’t used it yet, but he was told that it would produce the same effect as a whip. Mia would tell him quickly. It was a foot-long object, slim but had grips for fingers to hold it tightly. He had a dozen of them, and all of them would produce different effects. They were manufactured by UltraHaptics. It deployed ultrasonic transducers to produce a variety of different sensations on the skin. In layman terms, it used sound waves to simulate touch. In these cases, it would simulate what a whip or riding crop would do when it struck flesh.

Mia was scared when she saw it in his hand. She didn’t know what it was, but she didn’t like the pose she was thrust into. Both men’s cocks jerked and shuddered in pleasure at what would happen.

It took Michael only a minute to figure out how it worked, but Mia understood instantly. He swung the device just as he would a whip. He saw a flash of light and then heard Mia cry out. A red mark showed on her belly.

“OOOOWW!” NOOOOOO!” It burned her flesh where it hit her. Some of the women had mentioned that they were whipped, although none would mention any more than that. They looked as though they were ashamed of it. Could they have enjoyed it? Mia couldn’t think of anything enjoyable about it. “OOOOWWW!” She cried out as Michael swung his arm, and this time, she saw the brief glimpse of light flying through the air as if it was invisible, but what struck her flesh wasn’t invisible. It thudded on her sensitive skin with such authority. It was lower down on her belly, and she feared where he was going with it.

Michael and Logan watched as she kicked up one leg to try to prevent the device from striking her between her legs. Michael played with her, striking her hip or her buttock when she pushed hard to one side, but then, he would catch her low down on her belly when she thought she was successful in escaping. He had her dancing on the floor, and their eyes were on her pussy as she flaunted her naked body.

“Put your legs down, Mia, or I’ll keep this up all day.”

Her flesh burned where the device had touched her. She breathed heavily, growing exhausted by her frenzied movement, and it didn’t do any good. He continued hitting her, and he barely used any strength to do it. She quit pushing one leg out, keeping them both on the ground, but she kept her thighs tightly together. Michael began to lash lower on her abdomen, and she cried out louder as it moved closer to her virgin mound. He moved to the sides of her slit, without touching her there, but she felt it hit the fleshy part of her lips with painful regularity. She struggled not to kick out her legs again. “Pleease, no more.”

“Stick your tits out instead, Mia.”

She didn’t know which would be worse, but she was about to find out. She pushed her breasts out, choking as the strap dug in tight when she did it. The first blow made her cry out as she struggled to comply with his demands. At least he never attacked her nipples, but he made her firm breasts bounce shamefully. Finally, he stopped.

Michael went next to her and pressed up against her until his cock bounced on her soft flesh. “Such a lovely body, Mia.” He began to caress her as he rubbed his cock on her body. He started with her breasts, teasing her nipples until they sprang to unexpected hardness. Gentle pinching and twisting made them into hard rocks of pleasure. His hand slid over her belly and between her legs. He didn’t fail to notice that she spread her legs wider when his fingers ran over her pussy. She might be a virgin, but she knew what gave her pleasure. His fingers found her slit and opened her up until he found the soft, wet inner flesh. He explored her intimately as her hips began to rock slowly.

She could feel his hot cock pulsate on her flesh, but it was his hands that took possession of her. As much as she hated that he’d whipped her, his hands were soft and he expertly fondled her. He’d whipped her breasts but left her nipples alone until now. His fingers sought them out, as she was ashamed that they grew aroused so easily. Not even when he pinched too hard could dull the ache that shot to the depths of her breasts. He deserted her breasts, and his demanding hand slid down over her belly. She knew where it was going. She’d lose her virginity, but she intended to try to enjoy it. She unclenched her thighs when his hand rolled over her mound. She fought the urge to push her pussy harder into his hand. His fingers plucked at her pussy skillfully arousing an urge inside her that she never felt before. She pushed her hips up slightly so he wouldn’t notice as his fingers touched her pussy lips and peeled them back. She bit her lip to contain the moan of pleasure as his finger rode on her wetness. Then, he stopped just as abruptly.

Logan pushed the small seat out behind her and attached it to the pole. It wasn’t a wide seat, not more than three inches across. “Sit down, Mia,” he ordered her. His cock bulged bigger when she obeyed him immediately. So, that is what it feels like to be the Master.

Michael was ready with the centerpiece. It pushed into the bottom of the pole and extended out in front of her. At the end was a white bar that was three feet wide and a white strap was attached to the ends. “Sit up straight, Mia.” When she obeyed, he slipped the strap around one ankle, and it tightened immediately. He had to spread her other leg wider, and he got a groan out of her when he finally wrapped the strap around her other ankle. The straps did their work and secured her tightly.

Her legs were spread wide now, and she couldn’t close them. The bar between her legs spread them three feet wide, and her toes could barely touch the ground. Her body was drawn up tight against the pole, and the seat ached as it parted her cheeks. The cold seat pushed against her anus.

Michael picked up the device once again. “Now, I can work on your pussy. It’s nice and wet for me.” He swung the device and started just above her slit, but he moved down deliberately and slowly. She began to dance and cry out, but she couldn’t close her legs to the assault on her pussy.

She felt the device slap at her pussy lips with such ferocity. Her body shook each time it hit, starting at the top and working its way down. None of her pussy lips were immune. When he finished with one side, he moved to the other side, working his way back up. It didn’t hurt as much as when he hit the rest of her body. She didn’t know if he did that, or she just didn’t feel it as much. Yet, she didn’t understand that. Her pussy was soft, sensitive flesh. It should be caressed, not abused. Yet, the way her pussy lips moved each time she was struck, she felt a tremor of something that she shouldn’t. It was as if she sought out any touch, soft or harsh, to arouse her. When he stopped, she was sure that she was wetter.

Michael was ready with a new device. It was glowing pink, but it would go from pink to brilliant red depending on the severity. It was a couple of inches long, but it had two fingerlike projections that went off in front of it. Mia didn’t see them, but they were lined with sharp projections to ensure a tight grip. He pulled one of her pussy lips open wide to the side and then put the two projections on either side of it. He pushed them together gently until they wouldn’t slip off. He gathered up the other one, identical in shape and form. He pulled her other lip wide and secured the projections around it. Now that they were secured, he pulled the two cords that pushed out the ends and slipped them around the rings in the bar that kept her legs spread. The cords were loose.

She felt something grip her pussy lips after his fingers had yanked them wide. She felt a slight pressure but nothing uncomfortable except for the weight of them, but whatever the objects were, they felt light.

Michael tapped the two devices to activate them. The cords began to pull up inside the projections to tighten, and they began to clamp hard to secure the flesh between them. As her pussy lips were pulled, the color of the devices went from pink to red.

“OOOWW!” It felt like her pussy lips were put in a vise, but then, they were yanked down and stretched. “No, stop, no more,” she cried, but the devices bit into her pussy lips with such cruelty, and they continued to ache more as they were stretched toward the floor. Finally, it stopped moving, but nothing could stop the ache that she felt. It was as if he tried to yank her pussy lips off.

“Would you like to make her cum, Logan?”

“Yes.” He couldn’t wait. He’d made Ursula cum, so Mia would be no problem. He knelt down next to her. His cock throbbed when he saw the way her pussy was clamped and stretched. With her lips stretched, his fingers found her parted slit with ease. When he stroked it, he found if surprisingly wet, soaked in fact. Did women get enjoyment from being bound and abused? He certainly did from seeing them bound and abused.

He rubbed his wet fingers on her face and lips. “You’re soaked, Mia. A river. Can you cum for me?” He knelt back down and began to stroke her slit, but he knew that he couldn’t enter her and take her virginity yet, but her clit was her pleasure button. His fingers sought it out, and it wasn’t difficult to find. It stood out hard and throbbing, and his finger teased back and forth over it until he saw her hips begin to move. Each time they did, her pussy lips stretched more, but that didn’t stop her.

She didn’t know if Logan knew how to make a woman cum, but she found out quickly when his finger ran over her clit and fondled it until it popped out of hiding and sought out more of his touch. She couldn’t stop her hips from moving as she rode the finger. As she moved, the devices bit and stretched her pussy lips with painful regularity, but she felt something different now. It hurt good although she didn’t understand how or why. She’d ride those feelings to her final pleasure.