Captain Emrah Jackson Ch. 05

This time my own hands moved. I squeezed my own breasts, tugging at my nipples. My body was on fire. Her mouth was on my neck, sucking my skin into her mouth, her teeth pulling tenderly.

I threw my head back in absolute pleasure.

Out of the corner of my eye I caught some movement. It was high up on a balcony. There was a figure. It was Orton. He was watching us.

I didn't care. I closed my eyes, and concentrated on Lilly.

Her touch was amazing and loving. My clit was alive with sensation.

"I'm coming." I moaned.

She was silent as the feelings of immense pleasure washed over me. My breathing quickened and I orgasmed in her arms.

Her hands moved elsewhere, taking advantage of my tender state. I sighed as she explored the rest of my body.

I felt a little selfish, but I was in that sort of mood. She didn't seem to care. It was only my pleasure that she was concerned with.

I was in paradise.

As I lay limply in her arms, I remembered that we weren't alone.

"Orton is watching us." I whispered to her, as I closed my legs, feeling a bit more self-conscious than before.

"You belong to him now." She said, sweetly into my ear. Her hand gently spread my legs again. "Let him enjoy you."

With that she started to stroke the inside of my thighs. The familiar feeling was returning.

I was powerless to stop her.

**********

Days had passed, most of my time was spent with Lilly. She told me more about her life story, and how she had been born into slavery.

From her earliest age, she had known she was going to be sold as a pleasure slave. It was the only life she knew, and the only dream she ever had, was making her owner happy. Her education mostly revolved around etiquette, and how to behave in polite company. They taught her how to engage in conversations with the wealthy and powerful, what topics were off limits and especially how to compliment those with influence. Beauty regimes were drummed into her, with hair and make-up being very important. There were also lessons on lovemaking. She told me her skills in this area were broad and extensive. I declined her offer of teaching me how to please men better.

In turn, I told her about my training with the UEN. All the early mornings, long hours doing exams, stressful training exercises. The things I had to put myself through to get where I was seemed a lot more of a struggle than the things she told me. Lilly couldn't get her head around why I would have chosen that life. She couldn't really grasp that sort of sense of achievement I felt at the end.

As I told her about my rise through the ranks, she was even more shocked. All that I had been through, and I was in the exact situation as her.

One thing she was very surprised to find out about, was me not having a family. The UEN had been my family, I told her. Somethings I kept from her though, like the death of my crew. It still felt too raw to talk about.

Sometimes Orton would summon her, and I would be left to my own devices. I spent my time exploring more. After a while I had pretty much memorized the layout of my new home. Still, no opportunity for escape presented itself. I never saw the crew from the yacht again, and wondered if it was because I had tried talking to them.

I saw Orton occasionally. Mostly he kept to his own wing of the building. When I did, he was wearing the fake UEN admirals uniform, which I thought was strange.

Lilly spent her nights in my bed. We made love and listened to the noises from the forest. It came alive at night and could be quite distracting at times. I envied the freedom that the creatures had.

I asked her why Orton hadn't wanted to see me again, and she told me there was something special planned. It sounded ominous, but she assured me it was going to be fun.

Then one day she came bounding into my room holding a silvery dress. She told me excitedly that it was finally happening.

"It's a party. A big one." She squealed.

She looked so happy. It was hard not to share in her joy.

Her dress made her look very glamorous. It was made of a silvery material which caught the light wonderfully. It was low cut, and exposed the whole of her back.

"What should, I wear?" I asked.

She giggled, and told me it was on its way.

There wasn't a long wait. A servant brought a box to my room.

I was somewhat shocked and a little disappointed as I opened it. It was my uniform.

Lilly seemed to register my confusion.

"Look closer."

I took it out and saw that it was drastically different. It had been altered.

"Try it on." Lilly encouraged.

Not wanting to kill her mood I did as I was asked.

The tunic was a lot smaller. The arms had mostly been cut off, there was only enough fabric to cover my shoulders. The collar was gone, and it now showed off my chest and cleavage.

My stomach was exposed too. Only three brass buttons remained, and it was a struggle to fasten them.

Lilly suggested taking off my bra first, which I did. It was a bit easier, but not by much. It pushed my breasts together, giving me a deeper cleavage. The once thick material had somehow been changed too. Now the shape of my breasts were clearly defined.

As a practical piece of clothing it looked ridiculous. Lilly told me it looked sexy.

It felt strange having my stomach and back exposed like this. I kept wanting to pull it down.

"Now the rest." Lilly said.

My trousers weren't trousers anymore. The fabric had been fashioned into a short skirt. As I held it up, I wasn't sure how I was going to fit into it. It looked so small.

"Try taking your panties off." Lilly suggested. I rolled my eyes at her, which made her giggle.

With my underwear still on, I wriggled into it. Once it was over my thighs it fitted quite nicely.

It was very tight around my rear. As I twisted to get a look at it from the back, in the mirror, I saw that it was barely covering my cheeks. I didn't fancy bending over whilst wearing it.

"It really shows off your tanned legs." She said, sweetly.

That was true. I had picked up a bit of color since being here.

It was still very tight though, and didn't give me much flexibility. Who ever had altered it had one clear objective in mind, and that was to enhance my body and show it off.

Lilly told me again, that I looked very stylish and sexy. I thought, that I looked like a whore.

I looked in the box for my boots, but instead of my flat soled leather boots, there were a pair of high-heeled boots that looked new.

My legs slipped into them easily. They were made of a much softer leather, and fitted perfectly around my calves.

"They certainly guessed my measurements correctly." I said.

Lilly told me that they would have been taken when I was processed at the slave auction.

I looked again at the boots, the heel was high, more than I was ever used to.

"I'm not sure how I will walk." I grumbled.

"We will practice." She said, happily.

I looked at myself in the mirror. The extra height I had, looked good, and the heels made my chest stick out more.

We practiced walking for a while. It wasn't hard to get the hang of it. Lilly was very patient. I wasn't sure I could run in them though.

Afterwards, Lilly did my hair. She insisted that I wore it down, and curled the ends and added more volume to it. It didn't look too bad in the mirror.

She lamented that she didn't have time to add some color to it.

To my dismay she said she wanted to do my make up too. I wasn't keen, but she badgered me until I relented.

She gave my eyes a very smokey look, and painted my lips with a dark red. Next, my nails were covered with an equally vibrant color. She took care of her own appearance at the same time

As we were finishing we heard a loud noise passing above us.

It was a ship.

We went out onto the balcony to get a better look. It was one I didn't recognise, and was landing at the docks.

"It's the guests." Lilly said.

She told me they were going to be some dignitaries and business partners of Orton. I suddenly felt very anxious. It wasn't like I hand't been to social engagements before, but this all felt alien to me.

We watched a few more ships landing. Then our collars made a sound.

"It's time to go." Lilly said, happily.

**********

The sun was setting as we made our way to the party, we passed an area was hidden by big canvass screens. Lilly told me that was a surprise for later.

She looked fabulous in her dress. It hung loosely against her body. Only revealing what lay underneath as she moved her body. We had to go slow, as I was still getting used to my heels. She had no problem at all with hers.

There were already some people in the great hall as we made our entrance. It had been transformed. Tables now filled the room, they were laid with white tablecloths, and had food and fancy decorations on top. On the walls there were large banners. To my surprise they had the UEN logo on them. It made me strangely nostalgic, but worried at the same time.

"There's Orton." Lilly said, and took me over.

As we walked over, a waiter handed us both a glass of wine.

There he was, resplendent in his fake Admirals uniform. I noticed that it hadn't been altered like mine. Although there was a slight difference though, he was wearing medals now. They weren't ones I recognized. His thinning black hair was slicked down even tighter to his head tonight.

Other people stood in a loose circle around him. They looked just as wealthy as him. No one else was wearing uniforms, it was evening dresses for the women and smart suits for the men. I felt out of place.

As we neared, he gathered the people to get a better look at me.

"May I present, Captain Emrah Jackson." He said, proudly to his guests.

They giggled, one of them even sarcastically clapped. I blushed slightly.

"A fine officer, Admiral." An older woman exclaimed. I could see she was trying to keep a straight face. Orton was oblivious.

Lilly left my side and took his arm. He gave her a little peck on the cheek, and told her that she looked beautiful.

"Good evening, Admiral." I said, awkwardly. Again there were a few hidden laughs.

It was ridiculous in a way, but everyone seemed to be going along with this fantasy.

Orton started to tell them about how much of a credit I was to the UEN. We all played along.

The older woman gave me a few sympathetic looks.

More guests were arriving, and Orton seemed to become distracted by them.

"Let me borrow the Captain." The older lady said, breaking the awkwardness.

Orton nodded.

She seemed sweet as she took my arm and guided me away.

"I'm sure this all seem silly." She said softly, taking me over to a display on a table.

It was a scale model of a UEN battle cruiser. It looked intricately designed. I was familiar with the ship, but it wasn't something I had served on.

I asked her if all this was normal, and she told me that Orton liked to show off his new things. "Most people humor him," she said.

We made idle chit chat, and then she saw someone she told me she must speak too. She advised me to just stand here, and answer any questions people had.

I did just that.

She had been very sweet, and I wished I could have spent more time with her.

Most people just ignored me, a few smiled. I overheard a couple saying how ridiculous they thought Orton looked in his pretend uniform.

One man came over, he seemed drawn to the model ship. I told him it was a battle cruiser as he approached the table.

"Is it true the UEN name all their ships?" He asked, politely.

"Everything up from a corvette, It's an old tradition, I know." I replied.

He nodded and smiled. I told him that on earth they used to name every sea going vessel individually, and that's why we continued the tradition. Barely any other ships in the galaxy had names, most people just used registration numbers.

"Does this one have a name?"

I was going to make something up, but I told him it was just a generic model.

He asked me to point out all the different parts of it, which I did gladly. He told me he liked the practicality of it, but it could have looked nicer.

We chatted for a while, and then he made his excuses and moved on.

Lilly came by at one point, and told me I was doing great. She hadn't left Orton's side since we got here. She apologized for abandoning me, but I understood why she had to.

Another man came by, as Lilly left. He was less interested in the model and more interested in my cleavage. He was a little tipsy, and his arm casually slipped around my waist.

I remembered the crew man from the other day who told me they weren't allowed to touch me, and realized that the rules must be different for the guests.

"Shall I tell you about the model." I said, trying to disentangle myself. He held me firm, but in a friendly way.

"My ship is a lot nicer." He said, interrupting me. His eyes took a long look down my top.

"How so?" I asked, feeling a bit uncomfortable. I wished my tunic had been a little less revealing, as I felt his warm and sweaty hand on my exposed skin.

"Well for one." He said, and pulled me a little closer. "I have an all female crew."

I told him that sounded interesting.

He nodded and made a point of looking me up and down.

"You'd make a good addition. Maybe, I will make Orton an offer to buy you." He laughed. "You'd fit in, they are all collared."

He leaned in close, his breath was warm against my ear as he whispered.

"Orton worries you might be too spirited, but I don't think so." His hand moved down onto my skirt. "Girls who are drawn to wearing a uniform, naturally want to serve."

As he left, he patted my bum. I then saw him going over to chat to one of the female waitresses. She looked equally distressed.

I stood on my own, and looked around, as I did I started to notice the people who were wearing collars. It tended to be the younger prettier people. Even the old woman from earlier was chatting with a very handsome young man who I think was wearing one under his shirt.

The party went on. There was music now, from a live band. Not as many people seemed interested in me anymore, so I went off to find a drink.

As I neared the bar, a young girl approached. She gave me a dismissive look.

"What a silly uniform." She said, abruptly.

I would have agreed readily, but instead I just shrugged.

I got the impression that she was rich and spoilt. She certainly wasn't wearing a collar.

"I can't believe they make you wear that." She continued.

"It's standard." I said, simply. I wasn't going to go into how it had been altered.

She snorted.

"My Father hates the UEN." She said.

I just nodded.

"They think they should own the universe, always sticking their nose into other peoples business."

I wanted to tell her how much good they did, but I kept my peace.

She looked me up and down again, told me that this party was stupid and left.

Again, I had to agree.

I didn't bother with the bar. I went to the bathroom to clear my head.

Thankfully it was empty. I checked my makeup in the mirror. I didn't want to let Lilly down after she had done such a good job.

The door went behind me, I didn't turn.

Then I saw his reflection in the mirror. It was Orton.

"You look wonderful tonight, Captain." He said, approaching me.

I turned around. I didn't really want to deal with him at the moment.

"Admiral, this is the ladies." I said, with a little fake shock.

"I know." He said, with a wide grin as he came closer.

I stepped to the side, but he was quick and backed me against the wall.

"I couldn't stop thinking about you." His hands pinned my hips to the cold tiles.

My hands instinctively went to his chest, his bulging belly pressed against my flat tummy. I took a deep breath as I recognized the look in his eyes.

"Admiral, we can't. You are my superior." I said, hoping that the roleplay would save me.

"I don't care." He said, looming forward trying to kiss me. His pudgey hands held me firmly, trapping me. I turned my head quickly and he kissed my cheek. I got a whiff of alcohol.

My hands tried to push him away as gently as I could, but he was too insistent. I couldn't just bring my knee up between his legs. I had to play the game.

"You know you want it." He said, and licked my ear.

His hands were struggling to pull up my skirt, and I could feel his erection pressing into my thigh.

This wasn't going to be like last time. In a real situation I would have made a bit more of an effort to get away. All I could do was avoid his kisses and try to wriggle out of his hold.

As my skirt rose, his tongue slipped into my ear. It made me shiver. My body was already responding to him.

His teeth tugged at my ear lobe, as his thumbs hooked into the elastic of my underwear.

"Admiral, stop." I said, weakly. My voice was wavering, as I felt the anticipation growing.

He wasn't going to. He was too far gone, and I was going to be taken one way or another.

My panties were being lowered, and he tried to kiss me again. I turned my head the other way out of his reach. Then he tried again, missing my lips by inches.

He growled.

His hands moved away from my crotch and took hold of my head, holding it in place. I tried to turn away but he held me firmly.

There was another growl and he kissed me. His lips pressed awkwardly to mine. I took hold of his wrists, and tried to break the hold. This just made his kisses harder and sloppier. His tongue was trying to find its way into my mouth.

Without warning, he let go of my head, and grabbed my wrists. He held my arms over my head, making me feel very helpless.

He was breathing heavily. I could see the frustration and lust on his face. I waited for another onslaught, but it never came.

"On, your knees." He said, firmly.

It seemed our roleplay was coming to an end, and for a few seconds there was silence.

He nodded at me. He knew what I was thinking.

His body eased off mine and he released my hands. He placed a hand on my shoulder easing me downwards.

The tiles were very cold and harsh on my bare knees. He loomed over me, his hands now unbuckling his belt.

I thought about making one last effort, but it was always going to be doomed to fail.

As I waited for his cock. The door to the bathroom went again.

"What's going on?" It was Lilly.

Orton looked stunned.

"Who is this woman?" She shouted.

She came at us in a flurry. Orton was silent and looked shocked.

She grabbed my arm jerking me to my feet.

"Get out." She cried.

Suddenly Orton had composed himself.

"Darling, I'm sorry. She made me." He said, pathetically.

Lilly pushed at my back, towards the door. She gave me a little wink as I stumbled towards the door.

As I left, I could hear Lilly giving him an earful behind me.

Once I was out in the hall, I straightened my outfit. There was a servant waiting by the door, and I wondered if he was guarding it. We shared a knowing smile.

I went back to the party more flustered than before. Either it had all been a set up or Lilly had been thinking on her feet. There was no way it was real. A slave would have never shown that sort of jealousy.

On my way back to my table, one of the servants stopped me.

"This way." He said. I nodded and followed.

He told me there was some entertainment planned, and I needed to be somewhere. Things were getting stranger, I thought as I followed.

I asked him what the entertainment was.

"You are." He said.