Her Alien Commander by Ashe Barker Read Free Book Online Page B

to touch her, but her body thought differently. Her submissive nature was plain enough. It was there, dripping between her thighs, and he could work with it.
    “Thank you, Caria. You may close your legs now if you wish to. You’ve done as I asked, and now it’s time to make you more comfortable.”
    He pulled apart the knot securing her wrists and rubbed her arms as she stretched and rolled her shoulders. Then he reached under her shoulders to help her stand up. He positioned her in front of him, between his legs. Her bedraggled clothing hung from her body, tattered and ruined. Her features were also ravaged, her cheeks tearstained and her eyes red-rimmed. Her expressive mouth quivered as she stood before him, still, trembling, her face a confused mixture of fear and relief.
    “Your first spanking, Caria?” He knew the answer already.
    She nodded, then seemed to remember his instructions earlier. “I’m sorry. I mean, yes. Yes, sir.”
    His cock had stiffened at the first sight of her naked buttocks, but leapt to rigid attention now at her use of the polite honorific. She would be perfect, quite ideal for his needs.
    “I thought so. And now you feel scared, small, humiliated? Am I right?”
    She closed her eyes, and seemed to sway on her feet. Phahlen had seen enough. He reached for her and pulled her to him, then cradled her in his lap as she wept.
     
    * * *
     
    Caria watched him warily from her perch on the sofa. Phahlen was aware of the intensity of her gaze as he perused the various reports coming in from different stations on his ship. The harvesting of thermal output had been successfully completed and the craft was under way again, headed first for Galeian space to offload their unwelcome passengers. Phahlen couldn’t get rid of them fast enough and he checked the Empyrean ’s propulsion reserves yet again to see if they could safely eke even a small amount more power from their energy cells in order to reach their destination more quickly. Sadly not, they were at optimum levels, a sure sign that Baren was at the helm.
    A light flashed on his hand-held console. Phahlen tapped a key and called out a greeting.
    “Doctor, come in.” He stood to greet the Vahlean medic who bustled into his quarters, all efficiency and surety of purpose.
    “Commander. I understand you have a human female you wish me to… ah, yes, I see.” The doctor eyed Caria with undisguised concern. “She looks somewhat subdued, sir.”
    In Phahlen’s experience a decent spanking would usually achieve such an end. He had every confidence that Caria would brighten soon enough. “I require you to conduct the usual tests and clear her for reproductive purposes. She is also undernourished and likely to be affected by a prolonged deficiency in natural daylight.”
    “She is pale, certainly. I can prescribe the necessary supplements to redress any imbalances.” The doctor approached to stand before Caria. He appraised the girl critically for several moments, then crouched before her. “My name is Morele. I am a physician and I am here to make sure that you are healthy. I need to start by examining you so I will require you to stand, and to remove your gown, please.”
    Caria looked not at the doctor but straight at Phahlen, her gaze startled and imploring. He had produced her current garment, a loose-fitting kimono-style wrap to replace the tattered suit she had chosen for herself. A replacement all-in-one suit identical to the one he ruined awaited her for after this examination was concluded. Phahlen gestured to her with his fingers that she should stand up and do as the doctor asked.
    Caria got to her feet, reluctance crackling from her. She stood, stiff, her narrow shoulders back and her chin raised. She stared at a point somewhere to the left of Phahlen and made no move to unfasten the belt holding her wrap closed.
    The doctor frowned, and Phahlen stepped forward. He undid the belt and slipped the soft garment from her shoulders.