Teasing Tilly by Kaitlyn O'Connor Read Free Book Online Page B

the coin.  None—or so many hard climaxes that she felt like she was going to have a meltdown. 
    Her feet carried her to the next man.
    The last one relieved himself so quickly she felt cheated.  She had to suppose he’d gotten so worked up from watching the others that he could barely contain himself, but it still angered her that he only pumped into her enough to drive the ‘itch’ to the highest level of torment and then spilled his seed and set her aside.
    She forgot all about that, however, when she discovered the second was going to take her back to her cell.
    She knew she was in for it as soon as she flicked a glance at his face.
    He sent her to bathe as soon as they entered the room—another bad sign—especially when she discovered the water was mostly focused on her genitals, the suit spreading the mouth of her sex so that the water jetted inside of her to wash away the seed of the others.
    He indicated that she was to lie down on the bunk when she returned to the room and of course there was no choice.  The suit carried her there and arranged her to his satisfaction.
    Her heart was hammering with a mixture of dread and anticipation, however, when she was positioned as she had been the first time for him—except this time the bunk itself elevated her and when her feet were hooked on the edge of the bunk and her hips lifted, he had only to drop to his knees for complete access.
    It was worse even than she’d anticipated.  Already burning alive from all of the stimulation she’d gotten without even a tiny release, he sucked and pulled at her flesh until she reached a new high.  And he kept her there until she blacked out.
    She roused when his hands abruptly disappeared from her and managed to catch a glance of the man struggling with the commander, saw the commander slam his fist into the man’s face, and then passed beyond caring. 
    * * * *
    “Well!  The princess awakes!”
    Tilly stopped dead in her tracks at the snide comment, just inside the lounge where the women gathered to eat and chase their boredom.  It wasn’t just because of the venom that laced the woman’s words, however, although she was baffled as to why the woman would feel any animosity toward her—especially if there was nothing more to it than the fact that she’d slept a little longer than usual.  It was the suggestion that she’d slept a long time, though, that captured Tilly’s attention.
    She’d felt great when she woke up.  She’d woken feeling better than she could recall in a very long time—certainly since she’d arrived on the alien ship—had even felt a stirring of hope, she supposed, because she did feel good!  It hadn’t taken long to recall the incidents that had led up to the best night’s sleep she’d had since she was taken because her body was humming with unexpended lust as soon as she was awake enough to pin down what the uncomfortable ache was.  But she knew why she felt that way—because they’d screwed her half to death and she hadn’t been allowed a release of her own—and it had been a lot worse plenty of times.
    Actually, she thought the very worst time she’d had was when the commander had made her climax over and over until she was the next thing to comatose.
    She’d wondered why she wasn’t also sore, really sore, because she could remember the sexual positions had been strenuous to say the least.  The nanos might force her to assume any position the men commanded, but it was her muscles that moved and stretched and supported the various positions.  And she was generally sore when she’d had sex with one and nearly crippled when she had sex for hours.
    So it was baffling that she hadn’t really been sore and that along with the woman’s comment seemed to suggest she’d had a prolonged period of rest.
    Which she supposed would be enough to make the woman resent her, particularly if they thought her rest meant more work for them!
    She had no other reason to think it was