Planet of the Babes Pt. 01

John considered playing along further with the two beautiful women but deep down inside, he wasn't really convinced they were being honest about the implanted device and therefore couldn't force him to accept anything now that he was free.

And his instincts told him this was his best opportunity to get free and run off. He couldn't deny that the Liquid Lust they kept applying made him hornier than ever but at the moment, he was thinking fairly clear and knew he might regret not getting away if he allowed this opportunity to pass by.

With a smirk, he defiantly said, "I choose pain, Larissa."

Larissa smiled in return, secretly hoping he'd choose this option but even more pleased that he deliberately left off her title, essentially challenging him. She needed to get his resistance to them out so she could crush it and they could move forward from there.

"I notice your much bolder now that you're not restrained. Perhaps you even think you can just push your way past us and walk out."

Moving toward the door, he replied, "The thought had occurred to me...Larissa."

He was surprised the ladies didn't react as he backed away. Not wanting to see things become violent, he warned, "It's been fun ladies but I'm leaving. Please don't try to stop me. I have no desire to hurt either of you but I will if need be. Give me my clothes. Now."

John had barely finished his sentence before he felt a sharp blow to his nuts. The pain was incredible and caused his knees to buckle. He simply couldn't accept that they were the source of his agony since the two women were more than five feet away and hadn't moved one bit.

Falling to the floor and grasping himself, he felt a second, stronger blow to his jewels much more like the force of a violent kick. Seeing stars, he groaned and gasped for breath as the third blow landed.

No longer in doubt over who controlled the situation, he screamed in pain and yelled, "Please, no more, Mistress. I'm sorry."

As John lie of the floor curled in a ball and cradling his balls, Larissa casually strolled his way. Feeling his strong emotions, it was clearly a mix of shock and anger but no real regret or feelings of humility. Baiting him, she decided to get closer, hoping he'd try something stupid.

"Are you sure you're sorry for your bad behavior, John? Or just sorry that I'm capable of inflicting pain on you?"

When Larissa got within reach, he realized the pain stopped as suddenly as it came on so he grabbed her ankle in a vain effort to subdue her.

The moment he touched her, he regretted it. He felt a series of rapid blows, as though he were being kicked squarely in the balls. Cupping himself in defense did nothing to diminish the intensity of the assault and he was forced to accept that there was indeed some type of implant within him that was causing the pain. He lost count of the blows and couldn't even draw breath to scream. The urge to vomit was strong but he managed to hold it off.

When the blows finally stopped, he noticed once again that the pain ceased immediately. Sucking in a breath, he tried very hard to fight back the overwhelming need to cry, brought on by a terrible sensation of helplessness he hadn't experienced since he was a child. Fully appreciating the control they held over him, he vowed to never attempt escape again.

Larissa couldn't help but feel a certain measure of satisfaction as she broke John. She liked him as much as any other man she'd met but the drama unfolding now was a very familiar scene when processing new guys and she had become extremely good at it. She had long ago admitted to herself that deep down, she enjoyed stripping away a man's pride in this way.

The key, she believed, was to tune into their feelings as she triggered the implant over and over until they were on the verge of sobbing. Only then, would they do anything to make it stop. The memory of that experience, she knew, would last a lifetime and he'd never forget her face as long as he lived.

On the verge of tears, he sputtered, "Please, Mistress Larissa, I'm begging you. No more."

"Are you sure it's completely out of your system? I can do this all day if that's what it takes for you to learn."

He tried to compose his response, still afraid and unable to get back up. "I was wrong to challenge you, Mistress. Please forgive me. I swear I won't do anything that stupid again."

Now towering over his broken body, she looked down and spoke in a calm but firm voice. "Look up at me. What you've felt is an impulse sent to your brain. No actual injury has occurred. You're going to endure one more agonizing shot and I hope the lesson sticks with you forever. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Good. Lie on your back. Place your hands behind your head. Good. Stay in this position and maintain eye contact for your final blow. If you move your hands or curl up again, you'll get additional shots. Understand?"

Trembling with shock and fear, he stammered, "Yes, Mistress. I'll obey."

Larissa stood above him for several seconds, hands on hips, looking into his eyes and enjoying the terror she'd created. Without moving a muscle or doing anything to give away when the pain was coming, she mentally triggered the implant again.

John cried out loudly but did not move. Larissa couldn't help but feel disappointed. John managed to accept the pain without curling up. It was something she hadn't seen before with other men and didn't even believe possible until now. She was looking forward to him moving so she'd have a reason to give him additional shots but his self control robbed her of that moment.

It was then that she realized how much she enjoyed breaking a new man. To hear his cries and his pleas for mercy. To see him sob and to force his compliance. She had forced John's compliance as well but it just wasn't the same and left her feeling unfulfilled.

Stepping off to one side, she waited a few seconds for him to recover then offered her hand to help him up. As he reached out, she yanked him to his feet with ease as though he were a small child. The implant was more than enough to intimidate him but seeing how easily she lifted him up had him making a mental note to never challenge the strength of these women in the future.

Tay'rel watched the scene between them with mixed emotions. She admired the cool and collect way Larissa dominated a new guy, and she understood that doing so probably prevented future incidents, but having witnessed similar treatment to the new men coming in, she often thought it was more than really needed. Like using an axe when a scalpel would do.

Tay'rel hadn't been working at the Center long but she decided shortly after arriving that if she ever had to process new men in Larissa's assignment, she would find erotic ways to seduce them into wanting to follow her instructions rather than forcing compliance in such brutal way.

In a very authoritative voice, Larissa said, "Sit on the bench, John."

Doing so, he was now afraid to look her in the eye again. Moving in close, she invaded his space and lifted his chin up to look at her. It was clear to him that she did not consider him to be a threat and wanted to keep him humbled.

"John, I'm not angry with you. In fact, I'd have been surprised if you didn't challenge me or try something more drastic. I hope you fully appreciate the situation you're in. We have no desire to hurt you. But we demand your complete obedience at all times. Do we have that?"

The memory of the testicular pain still fresh in his mind, he quickly answered, "Yes, Mistress."

Despite his apparent surrender, Larissa could still sense John's defiance. Her instincts however, told her that his obstinance might be more about his personality rather than the current situation. That he might simply be a particularly stubborn Human who probably didn't like the idea of being subservient to anyone.

Stepping back a few paces, she asked again. "Prove to me you really mean it. Drop to your knees, crawl over here and bow at my feet. I want to hear you convince me you understand your place among us."

John did as he was told without hesitation. "Mistress Larissa, I understand my place among your people and I promise to obey."

"Who do those testicles belong to, John?"

"They belong to you, Mistress."

"Good, now that we have that unpleasant business behind us, Miss Tay'rel is going to escort you around and give you a tour. She will answer some of your questions, help you understand our rules and explain your daily duties as well. If you are a good boy, you'll get to see your new owner, Lexi, afterward."

Hearing Lexi's name lifted his spirits greatly. He had forgotten about her since awakening but now he hoped seeing her might bring him some calm.

"A final warning, John. The first pain I hit you with was level three out of ten. The following shots were level five out of ten which is roughly the equivalent of being punched in the balls. It does not matter how sensitive or pain tolerant a man is because the implant learns your nervous sytem and compensates accordingly. Higher pain levels are guaranteed to produce tears, even sobbing. Please don't ever give us a reason to hurt you again."

Sitting up, he was reluctant to attempt standing and wasn't even sure it was wise to look up at her. Instead, he stared at the floor and answered, "Yes, Mistress Larissa."

Larissa left the room as Tay'rel approached and took over. "John, please stand up. Look at me. The large thick ring around your scrotum is partly for aesthetics but it's also a means of control. The small ring on the side of the scrotum ring is for a leash. Whenever you are led around, it will be in this manner with your hands behind your back. Pay attention to whoever holds your leash or you'll be yanked, painfully. If you do or say something inappropriate, I might even step on the leash and drop you suddenly to your knees. Understand?"

"Yes, Miss Tay'rel."

Standing in front of him, Tay'rel casually removed her lab coat and shifted her weight to one side as she placed her hand on her hip. Staring at her longingly as she smiled at him devilishly, he could see she was deliberately allowing him to take a good look at her naked body in her 'come fuck me' pose.

Despite the scary episode he just went through, the sight of the gorgeous, tight-bodied, little redhead had him practically drooling.

"I sense you're enjoying the view, John. I can feel the anxiety of what just happened washing away. I much prefer you in a state of arousal. Do you feel aroused staring at my naked body?"

"Yes, Miss Tay'rel. Very much so. You have an incredible body."

Approaching him and attaching the leash, she replied, "Well, thank you. Now, do I need to trigger your implant too or do you accept that any of us can hurt you with merely a thought?"

"Please don't trigger it, Miss Tay'rel. I've learned my lesson and I won't do anything stupid."

"Good, but I hope that doesn't mean you're completely house broken. Some of us actually like a little resistance in a man because it gives us an opportunity to put them in check. You'll find with me, however, that I prefer actual pain over the simulated pain the implant generates. A man should feel a little soreness hours or even days after learning a hard lesson."

John couldn't help but feel stimulated as he listened to the tiny, firecracker woman boasting about her ability to hurt a guy. He certainly didn't doubt it but the thought was far more pleasing than frightening. Not sure how to respond, he said nothing.

A mischievous smile forming in the corners of her mouth, she stepped in close enough that his stiff prick tickled her flat belly. Looking up, she seductively asked, "Would you like me to show you?"

Unsure if it was the Liquid Lust or simply Tay'rel's sensuality, John found the closeness of her incredibly intoxicating and he could hardly believe his own mouth as he said, "Yes, Miss Tay'rel. Please."

Ever so gently, she moved his hands behind his back and as the rings on his wrist straps clinked, he instinctively knew he'd just been restrained again. Trying to pull his hands apart confirmed that he was bound tight and at her mercy. Without warning, she stepped on his leash, yanking violently at his nutsack and driving him to his knees as he yelled out in pain.

Unwilling to beg for lenience, he grunted and took it as best he could. Choking up on the leash and stepping down again, she easily found the pressure point that kept him in agony without becoming so unbearable that he screamed.

Tay'rel relished his cries of pain as she took him to his knees. She felt genuine chemistry with him from the moment she met him but it was easy to sense in him that he felt the same with her. Until she started this assignment in the lab on Earth, her exposure to men was like most other women; She'd fuck one at a Pleasure House but always left knowing there would be someone different with each new visit.

This assignment, however, created a unique opportunity for her to see the same guys day after day until they were transferred back to Ly'ra. While that provided a better playground for her to enjoy herself, it also meant she was limited to being with freshly abducted men. Men who were frightened and confused and even potentially dangerous.

John was different and she could see that immediately. He overcame his initial shock very rapidly and found the ability to 'get into the spirit of things' quite easily. When she engaged him in any capacity, she could feel him craving her attention, whatever it might be. Even with her causing him pain, she could sense enjoyment from him rather than the typical resentment or anger she sensed in other men.

Having him on his knees, she keyed in on the amount of pain he was feeling and balanced it with the exhilaration he was also experiencing. Unlike Larissa, she prided herself on being able to give pain and keep them hungering for more.

With other men, striking a balance between pain and exhilaration was challenging and she tended to error in giving too much pain, which earned her a tough reputation among the men, but John was different. Reading his feelings was easier and he was physically and mentally tougher than most so the combination made finding balance almost natural to her. Something she could immediately appreciate with him.

"Did you enjoy the taste of my pussy, Va'Vosta?"

Unsure what Va'Vosta meant, he answered that he did.

"I could tell, dirty boy. You're going to get another taste. If you don't suck my fingers properly, I'm going to keep hurting you until you pass out."

Touching herself, she held her fingers high enough that he could barely reach them. Repeating the move several times, she moved her fingers slightly higher with each repetition forcing him to elongate his torso and stretch his own ballsack each time.

Hearing him groan and grunt and whimper as he struggled to obey made her heart flutter with contentment. He could have easily 'bitched out' like other men she'd abused but John was tough enough to deal with it. It might have been out of stubbornness, she knew, but her senses told her he was loving the harsh treatment and wanted to earn her approval.

"Good boy. Did that hurt?"

Unwilling to completely bend to her will, he simply answered, "Yes, Miss"

"Good. But the taste of my juices makes the pain worthwhile, doesn't it?"

"Yes, Miss, it does. I can't get enough."

"I can tell, Va'Vosta. I can feel your lust for me and it's magnificent. Now, are you going to be a submissive, little bitch for me from now on?"

John could sense that she was highly aroused by this and that only served to heighten his arousal too. He enjoyed the sexual tension between them and while he normally wasn't interested in playing the role of submissive, the idea of being submissive to her wasn't such an unpleasant prospect. She said she appreciated resistance so he decided to answer accordingly.

"No, Miss Tay'rel, but I'd be happy to turn you into my little, redheaded Fuck Doll."

Now accepting that she and Larissa could view the strongest, most emotional images he pictured, John deliberately conjured a thought of Tay'rel on her back, legs spread wide, with him cramming his meat deep inside her as she cried out in shock. He let the scene play in his mind while he fantasized fucking her harshly, before her tender pussy could adjust to accommodate his girth.

Tay'rel smiled warmly and leaned into her step just a little more. He whimpered again but managed to hold the image.

"You are a bold one, aren't you, Va'Vosta? But, you do have a wild imagination. I've never met a man as strong willed as you. You're making me very wet!"

Stepping off his leash, she bent down slightly, put her face close to his and said, "I'm glad you're not one to roll over so easily. I like the idea of breaking you every time as if it were the first. I think we're going to have great fun together."

Leaving him restrained and kneeling, she kissed him passionately and ran her fingers lightly across his body, causing him to shiver. As she finished, she reached down and gently stroked his rod, bringing a moan to his lips.

"You are a very sensual guy. I like that. I was going to save it for later but I think I'll fuck your face now. Let's get you on your back."

Helping him to the floor with ease, John could tell that like Larissa, Tay'rel obviously had great strength. He had hoped she'd release the bond holding his hands behind his back but he supposed his earlier misbehavior created that lack of trust. As she straddled his face, he decided it couldn't hurt to ask nicely.

"Miss Tay'rel, may I please have the use of my hands? I want to touch you and please you. I swear I won't try anything."

Looking down at him, she seemed to study him and he assumed she was searching his feelings for indications of what he was genuinely thinking. He accepted now that she could pick up on the images he fantasized about so he deliberately conjured a thought of pleasing her as she rode his face. A fresh smile crossed her face and his hands popped free.

As she sank down into his warm mouth, he brought his hands up behind her and felt her body for the first time. Her skin was even softer than he expected and he marveled at the feel of it as his hands roamed everywhere.

"Oh, my! That's nice, Va'Vosta!" Running her fingers through his hair, she gently swished her hips in and out as he looked up into her eyes. "Fuck! I was right about you. You really are a pleaser at heart! Purse your lips a little more. There, that's perfect on my clitorus. Don't move a muscle. Now stick your tongue out more. Right there! Hold that for a while. Mmmm, yeah! I like that!"

The moment John stroked her body, Tay'rel knew she had full control over him. It was obvious he desired her strongly. Any of her peers could sense that in him, but feeling his fingers gently caressing his skin showed he truly wanted her to enjoy herself. That he wanted to please.

She knew then she could treat him roughly and not only would he enjoy it, he would crave it. He would come back again and again. He would probably even misbehave now and then just to feel her corrections. Unlike the other men she had played with at the Center, she owned this one. At least until he was transferred to Ly'ra.

"From now on, John, when I fuck your face, I want your lips and tongue just like this."

John found the scene highly erotic and he truly wanted to satisfy her. Hoping to add to the moment, he imagined her cumming magnificently in this position. Holding the thought, he savored her flavor and couldn't help but remark to himself that she had a fantastically sweet aroma to her.

Within a minute, John could see her warm smile transform into a look of intense concentration. Wanting her to have a great climax, he focused harder on the thought of her riding his face as he grabbed her ass cheeks and squeezed.