A Worldly Cage by Adera Orfanelli
erotic SF BDSM romance novella
approximately 20,000 words
Release Date: 11/29/2012
Sebastian offered Ninali the world, and she did the only thing she could–she ran. A bought woman has no place in the highest circles of Earth nobility. When she ends up in a cage brothel on a back-system space station, Ninali figures it’s for the best. Until Sebastian purchases her debts and brings her back to his space yacht. Now, she must submit not just to Sebastian, whom she has always loved, but she must also submit to her hopes and desires.
Sebastian would follow the woman he loved to the end of the universe. Luckily, he found her on a forgotten space station. Now, he has to show her that there’s a place for her in his world, and if she accepts his love, she’ll never be in a cage again.
One pussy looks just like another, or at least that’s what Brezzler thinks. Ninali sighed as the light in her booth blinked on indicating she had a customer. She relaxed her legs, letting them fall against the restraints holding them. Lifting her hips, she ensured she was aligned with the access port. The view screen on the top of the box remained turned off; she didn’t care to see her customers.
The whoosh of the panel obscuring her clit and labia sounded, and Ninali didn’t even notice. She stared at a dent in the ceiling of her metal box, once again wondering how it had gotten there. Her hands were clamped down to the padded floor of the box. Ninali figured no one else could have pounded in frustration, though maybe when her shift was over the unknown woman had done such a thing. Ninali wondered why the unknown person would even bother. She’d long resigned herself to her fate. At least it beat the emotional tangle her last Captain and Master had left behind.
A gentle touch on her labia startled her. She waited, breath held, for another touch. It’d been so long. The touch came, a caress of the complete length of her sex. Ninali shuddered. Only one man had touched her like that. No, it couldn’t be.
The stroke came again, this time finding the swelling bud of her clit. Moisture flooded her pussy, though the nanobots in her system were timed with the box to ensure she was already ready for clients. Those same bots kept her from disease, something she figured was necessary with this crowd. Breezler kept his establishment on the seedier floors of the space station.
She held her breath, steadying her will to keep the memories at bay. Her finger moved toward the button that would turn on the screen above her. Some of the women said they liked to watch, wanted to see the kinds of men who would come to the fuck booths down on this level. Sometimes they got a little oral, but that was mostly from husbands practicing before going home to their wives. These touches though, they were different. Almost reverent as if the man, and she guessed it was a man, standing at the end of the booth knew her.
Oh heavens no. She had to know. A flick of her finger and the screen, grainy and humming, came to life. A face, too familiar and not supposed to be in this sector of space, appeared. Her Captain.
She swallowed hard and turned the monitor off. No use reliving the past. Maybe he did this with everyone. Her heart tightened at the thought. She refused to believe that he touched any other woman like this. And oh how he was touching her. She’d tried to ignore the gentle caresses, the finger circling her clit, but now, the touches intensified. The flat pad of his thumb worked the hood of her clit, riding it, driving her to buck against her restraints.
A moan fluttered against her closed lips; she refused to move it past the seam of her mouth. No professional moaned in these boxes. A woman quickly learned not to give the guys any more than their pussy. Their pleasure, they kept for themselves. Her Captain was playing her body like a musician, and as a finger slid into her pussy, she bit back a cry.
A second digit joined the first. She expected his rough command to ride his fingers. None came. Silence, her body devoid of all senses except the fingers in her pussy and the thumb across her clit. She rode it, her hips moving as much as they could within the bounds. Normally she ignored it, turning her pleasure over to the bots in her system and the unknown person on the other side of her cell. Now, knowing it was her Captain, she gave him her pleasure, surrendering to his ministrations.
Her body crested. As her own arousal mounted, the nanobots eased back, letting her body take over. No. Maybe if they’d stayed strong, the tiny tingle along her limbs telling her they were no longer in control of her body’s responses, she could just claim it was all chemicals. She couldn’t now, and maybe if she weren’t about to come she’d care. Instead, she drew a shuddering breath, felt her body approach the crest.
The fingers in her cunt grew more insistent. She bit her lip to keep from crying out; no woman cried out in the cages. And then she was coming, her muscles tightening, milking the fingers inside her. Her nipples drew hard and pointed, aching for a touch. The fingers pulled back, her body still twitching and shuddering from her orgasm, and then the chute slid closed.
A whimper escaped her lips. Don’t go. Her mental cry didn’t keep her Captain from leaving, or so she thought. She really didn’t know. Her eyes squeezed closed, and she fought to keep tears from leaking free. In the months since she’d fled her Captain, fled the demands he’d placed on her, she’d never regretted anything. Until now.