Founders Ch. 28

28: Thursday, July 16, 1100 hours CST: Colette Reactivated

Zach walked away from the shower towards a storage area. He called Colette, "Are you busy?"

"Nothing is more important to me than serving my husband by serving you," Colette said desperately.

Zach had neglected her. He felt awful. He wanted to ask her how he could make it up to her, but he stopped himself. The rules made it clear that she didn't want to be appeased. She wanted to be used. She wanted to be used a lot. Well, he could do that. "Where are you?"

"In my quarters."

Zach considered. From her quarters at B2, it would take her at least a minute to run along the rim to his location at Storage B5.

"Meet me in Storage B5 in one minute or I'll know you're dawdling." Colette sprinted into the storage area one minute and fifty-three seconds later wearing only a bra and a handbag. Her piercing green eyes blazed at Zach. Anger? Excitement? He had forgotten how exciting she looked nude. Her tall, lithe, angular body was topped with generous breasts still trapped in a bra. Her nude pubis showed a nice crack and a hint of lip. "You're fifty-three seconds late," he said.

"I followed your instructions," Colette argued. "Its not a part of the rules for me to prove your travel estimates correct."

"Sassy, aren't you today? But accurate, so I won't fault you for being late," said Zach. "But... you wouldn't run through the ship naked for no reason, and you're not wet from the shower. So what rules were you breaking?"

Colette opened her purse and handed Zach a rolled up leather belt. She turned away from him. She spread her legs a bit more than shoulder length apart. She bent forward and touched the palms of her hands to the floor in front of her. She was a lean woman. He saw her anus and the tight line of her cunt between her legs. "I've been wearing my flight suit and panties since I got off duty." She had been despondent, losing care for the rules without him to care about them.

"That seems to me two rules broken, first the panties, then the flight suit. That's 20 lashes." He unrolled the belt and folded it in half to strike her with it. He stood to the side where he saw her face. He hit her across the buns experimentally, not hard enough to do any damage, but it made a loud crack. She looked disappointed. Rats.

He wound up and hit her ruthlessly hard, at least five times harder than before, and right across the cunt. It was still technically her backside in this position. An angry red stripe appeared, focused on her cunt. She gasped, and there was a smoldering look in her eye. That would hurt for a good solid day. Another 18 lashes in a row like that one would make her backside, and especially her vulva, bleed. They might cause her permanent injury. A tear fell from one of her eyes and splashed on the floor.

The second lash had thrilled and terrified Colette. Good. That's what Zach had been going for, not permanent injury. He rolled up the belt and handed it to her. She looked at him in surprise. She remained in the position. "I respectfully remind you that the punishment 'should be vigorous enough to take a week to completely heal'." She was still thirsting for punishment.

"The rule doesn't specify over what period of time the lashes are to be given," Zach explained. "Give me the belt." Colette shuddered and gave the belt to him, holding her position. He whipped her viciously across the pussy again. That ought to be enough for her. It was all he could stomach.

Zach ordered Colette, "Squat with your back up against that pillar." When she had scrambled into the difficult position, he ordered, "Spread your legs and show me your cunt." She obediently spread her legs for him. He adjusted the height of her head against the pillar. He used the belt to strap her head tightly to the small metal pillar. There was no hole in the belt there, but he was carrying a scalpel in a small case in his pocket. He used it to carve a new hole in the right place. He would have to remember to replace this scalpel.

Zach removed Colette's bra, revealing her beautiful tits with their brown nipples puckered up in the brisk storeroom. He ordered, "Don't wear a bra until we're Earthside. Once we leave Earth, never wear a bra again. If I ever find you wearing a bra under these circumstances, I will whip you across your front meat longer and harder than I just did your rear meat." He was a bit proud of this new rule, which was within his prerogative to make.

Zach cut one of the straps off her bra with his scalpel. He used it to tie Colette's hands painfully around the pole behind her. He stretched and reclasped the rest of her bra around her midriff, her arms, and the pole to bind her arms further.

He pulled down his scrubs and revealed his limp cock. He considered his interaction with Colette a success so far. He believed she was finally getting the kind of attention she craved. The belt whipping part had made him feel uneasy. He tried to put it out of his mind as he fed her his limp cock. He moved it around for her tongue and lips to tease to hardness. She looked up at him with her flashing emerald eyes knowingly when the taste hit her. She knew he had just dipped it in another woman's quim. She didn't know it had been Berte.

With Colette's expert mouth opening to Zach, he was rock hard within a few minutes. From there, he hugged the pillar and forcefully face fucked her. The pleasurable feeling of her throat was exciting him. Hearing her emotion in the gagging sounds she made was adding to his excitement. He choked her immobilized throat over and over with his cock. Ten minutes later, he felt himself getting close. He held back his orgasm momentarily. He stayed buried in her throat while she suffocated. After a minute, her knees shook and she pitched forward. The belt and bra strapping her to the pillar kept her upright. Her eyelids fluttered as she hovered on the verge of unconsciousness. He pulled out of her mouth, and she shook in distress as she explosively sucked in air. He quickly knelt on one knee and ejaculated two gooey shots of cum right between her cunt lips. They joined her own rivulet of grool there. He took care not to touch her vulva.

Zach stood up and took a deep breath. He cut the bra strap binding Colette's wrists with his blunted scalpel. He walked away, leaving her in the little storage alcove. She would have to escape from her bra and belt as best she could and clean up on her own.

On his way along the rim, he called Aanya. "Sorry," she answered.

"No worries. Would you like to meet up sometime?"

"Aren't we meeting at noon?"

"Did Michaela invite you?"

"If you don't want me to..."

"That's not what I said. I'm just trying to understand what you want."

"I want to meet you at noon with Michaela who invited me."

"Is it always the two of you now?"

"I'm sorry." Holy crispy crackers.

"Again, I'm just trying to understand what you want."

"I want what you want." Ugh.

"I'd like to see you alone again sometimes, too. Just you and me."

"I understand. I won't be there, then."

"When can I see you?" But the line was dead. Should he call back? He needed to discuss this with Michaela when he saw her at noon.

(To be continued)