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Tales from the Blade Ship	By : CosmicStorms Category: A through F > Animorphs Views: 4250 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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(Eek?!)
The visser's hips slam heavily up against your's as he pulls back on the rope tied tightly around your delicate throat. A snort billows hotly against the back of your head as your head was forced back so that your main eyes would meet his.

(What's wrong my dear? I heard you moaning the whole time a few nights ago but now all I'm hearing is... this!) Esplin's hips slam into you again, driving his shaft further in. You could feel the cock rings he put on his shaft practically yanking your insides around with him. Your eyestalks were watering a bit as your main eyes opened wide.

You let out a feeble telepathic wave of pain.
Now you were expecting him to be rough but you were also expecting him to ease you into it. You were hoping the behavior from two nights ago was going to stick but it would seem you were sorely mistaken. Today was the first day he's had a chance to mount you and he was using it to his full advantage.
(Why not moan my pet? Doesn't it really feel good?) Esplin cruelly yanks half of himself out, letting the second-to-last ring grind into your clitoris. Another shocked cry escapes your mind, your hands clenching uselessly at the wall before you.
(Moan.) He pushed, thrusting in the warm metal ring back into you. You could barely release a mental wave of emotion in response. This was not enough for him it would seem.

Pulling hard back on the rope, he begins to thrust into you harder. Your hips slap together in a barely audible sound while his front legs tightly grip your front. You gasp for air for a moment but got the idea to tip your head back further to meet his demands. Your pussy burned as the rings rubbed quickly inside of you, yanking and pulling your insides as they did.

(E-E-Esplin!) You managed to choke out. Esplin responds by wrapping an arm around your chest, squeezing you close to his own. Your front legs shake as you feel his knot slam against your spread lips, only stopped from going in by the final large ring in front of it.

(Tch, neither of us are going to be getting off if you don't put some effort into it. If I'm not satisfied you certainly will not be. Now thrust against me!) He crudely snapped punctuating 'me' with a hard thrust. You feel the head of his engorged shaft slam against your cervix, causing a tremor to run through you. You weakly try to match his thrusts but with already how weak your legs are you found yourself out of tempo with him.
You pathetically shake as he pulls his full length out, each ring stretching your labia wide as they slip out. Once the last inch was slipped out of you, your back legs give out and you fall onto your haunches with a small thunk. You suck in a breath through your nose as you gaze nervously upon the warlord.

(We'll have to continue this later. I've dawdled enough for today.) He puffs while you examine his dripping cock with a weary eye. You could tell he was close to cumming by how large his knot had gotten.

(Take off the bands.) Esplin growled, walking over you while pushing your upper body down with a hoof. You lower down willingly until his lower body was over your upper one. Breathing in the heavy scent of his musky dick and your own fluids, you slowly slide the rings open and allow them to drop to the floor.
As you gather them wearily up into your arms, you watch him with a stalk as he steps back from you before turning away to the console at the right wall of his room. He switches it on and the screen lights up a brilliant green, alien symbols scrolling up and down the screen.

Once you had stored away the rings in the back you slowly return to his side. You weren't surprised to see him following your movements with a single stalk while he stayed focused upon the screen. As you come to stand beside him, sides brushing together, you lean into him. This makes him suddenly swing towards you and you're thrown off balance.

You stumble to the right before glancing up at him with a surprised expression. You thought he would be alright with you doing that, especially how he acted after your rigorous first night with him. He was always touching you as well! Your ears, tail, sides, cheeks, anywhere he seemed to know would make you shiver.

(You failed in your task in getting me to 'cum', don't give me that look.) He snickered, stomping a back hoof. (Now go lay down, I have work to do.)
Lowering your ears against your neck, you slowly shuffle to the bed at the back of the room. There was no way you were going to miss that longing look in his eyes as his stalks follow your movement. As if to tease him a bit, you lift your tail off to the side a bit as you lower yourself down, upper body first.

You smile as his whole body stiffens slightly and that longing look turns to a sharp, interested stare. You wiggled your haunches a bit, revealing your still wet feminine bits to him. You hear him stomp a back hoof in reply to this.

(Either lay down properly or keep standing.) He snips, clearly irritated by your meager attempts at exciting him again. Downcast, you plop your haunches down before settling into the nest of fur-like blankets. The visser turns all four of his eyes back to the screen with the slight twitch of his long tail, clearly no longer wanting to pay attention to you.

You sigh, knowing this was going to be a long few hours.
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(Now then behave while I'm gone.) Esplin lightly pets your cheek with the palm of his hand. You blink up at him before slowly dipping your stalks in reply to this. The visser then turns to the Hork Bajir standing quietly, if not stiffly, near by.

(As for you, if I return to find any wounds upon her there better be a good reason why she has them.) Esplin's voice was stern as he spoke. Tail flicking in thinly veiled warning. The hork-controller stiffened visibly but managed a nod. With a pleased snort, Esplin strode past you and onto the elevator that was awaiting him at the end of the hall. Suddenly it dropped down, leaving the both of you alone.
After a moment of silence, you found yourself looking at the controller who stared back with an equally apprehensive look. “You not tell me what to do.” He huffs in very, very rough english. You almost flinched at his accent and grating voice.

(Uh, yeah... okay then.) You reply quickly. (But can I just... ya know... look around?)
“Hrumph.” Was his reply, which you got the feeling he was allowing it. Gazing at him strangely, you slowly walk around him while keeping your stalks on the large reptilian being. The creature tracks your movements carefully with his own two eyes, hand lightly gripping at the gun at his side.
Getting the idea, you move on quickly just glad that you finally had a chance to check out the ship yourself. And check it out you did.
As you travel down the lit hallways of the ship you were greeted with the sight of many doors. Of course you did not miss the controllers wandering around you, some even avoiding you completely. You even saw a human turn the corner, take one look at you, then go back around the corner while sipping on some coffee.

You were surprised by the relaxed nature of the ship. It seemed really tense when you first came on but now everyone seemed like they were just casually going around. Perhaps the lack of the Visser's presence was putting them at ease. According to what Esplin had told you, he left for Earth and probably wouldn't be back for a few hours.
You already know yourself that his presence tended to make you on edge as well. The five days you've spent here was more than enough to get a feel of his personality. He seemed to hop from emotion to emotion faster than you can comprehend. In a sense, you're always walking on egg shells.
(Well,whatdowehavehere?) You stop almost instantly at the sudden rush of words within your head. You take a few moments to think over what was said before your view was filled with the face of an odd, andalite-like creature. With a snort of shock, you skitter back before quickly examining the creature before you.
It's slim, lithe body and long but study legs told you it was probably a runner. It only had a pair of ocean blue eyes on it's bicycle-shaped head and six large slits down it's face. It's hands held at least six fingers each, at least you say because it looked like it was missing a few on one. It's fur was a dusky pinkish-blue color with rivets of baby-blue running down it's side. Behind it was a long, whip-like tail that lacked the andalite's famous tail blade.
(Staringisrude,yes?) The creature's head cocked amazingly fast to the side making you blink quickly in surprise.
It's eyes curled into what you assume to be a smile. (Nevermetagaratron?)
You slowly dip your stalks in response. The garatron takes a step forward, ignoring the slight glare the hork bajir behind you was giving it. It reaches out for a moment but seems to think better of it as it draws it's hand back.

(ToobadtheVisseriswastingsuchabeautifulhostbodyononeofhissillyexperiments.) The garatron snaps it's whip like tail in the air for a moment before slowly stepping past you. You gaze at it's face for a moment before your gaze slowly travels down it's body as it walks away. You catch sight of something just poking out of a sheath that seemed to be hidden between it's legs. Feeling your face burn slightly at this discovery, you were quick to move on.

The rest of your wandering around the ship was spent mostly away from other yeerks now. Once you grew tired of exploring, you return to the visser's room. The hork-bajir didn't follow you in once you entered the reasonably large room. Instead he stood off to the side, watching you carefully with it's pale red eyes as you enter.
The door shuts with a gentle hiss of air before you finally relax.

(Ugh!) You flick your tail up, trying to get a good look at your back side. The session earlier with the Visser left you incredibly aroused. That's probably why you were staring at that garatron's junk anyway, you felt you were kind of hoping it would be male. But one of the Visser's rules clearly stated that you would only fuck him. Who knew what'll happen if he found out.

You turn your attention to the bed, hoping to at least sleep it off. You stop for a moment, realizing that something was curled up in it while staring steadily up at you with it's calm, blue eyes.
It was the garatron.
(Itlookslikemyhostwascorrect.) The creature was on it's hooves before you could even blink. It takes a few steps forward, eyes glittering with malice and lust.

(Doyouwishtobebredthen?) He asks, swinging his haunches around wantonly until you caught sight of what was hanging between those spindly legs. A long thin shaft with what looked to be a rather canine-like penis head. There was certainly no knot or any kind of texture to be found which made you frown for a moment.

(Nothinglikeamaleandalite'sIassume?) He looked slightly offended by your frown but that didn't seem to put much of a damper on his pride. He takes another step to you making you freeze for a moment. (Whydon'tIshowyouhowmuchbetteragaratroncanbe?)
You take a quick step back, shaking one of your stalks in reply. There was no way that was going to fly, even if the Visser was off the ship right now. How did this thing get in here anyway? Wasn't the door locked with some kind of pass-code?
That didn't seem to be the answer the creature wanted. You noticed it's long whip-like tail lifting up high in the air. You were quick to realize what it was about to do but much to your horror, that wasn't quick enough apparently.
There was a sharp crack as his tail whips forward faster than the blink of an eye. It takes a few moments for the pain to come but you come to realize he had whipped your front, right leg.
Dancing away, you paw the hurt leg on the ground feeling the burning, stinging pain. You gingerly examine it with a hand, noticing that the fur had quite literally been whipped off leaving a small, deep blue bald spot on your leg. Fear began to slowly creep into your brain as you come to realize that this creature was far more dangerous than it looked.
You nervously back away more, your sheathed tail lowered firmly to the ground in an attempt to seem less of a threat. The creature visibly relaxed, going as far as to sit on it's haunches.
(Ah,sotheVisserhasbeentraininghispetalready?) The creature was shaking some of your fur off of it's tail nonchalantly. You were half tempted to tell him that the Visser had warned against injuring you but you were starting to get the idea he probably didn't care. It also looked like the visser probably wouldn't be able to catch him either to punish him anyway.

(WellImayhavetoaskhimforaccesstoyoulaterthen. Iwashopingyouwouldjumpatthechancetomatewithsomeone. Iftherumorsweretrueofcourse.) He snidely snorts at you, crossing his arms over his chest.

Rumors? Jeez, as if you hadn't thought of that. Of course people would start making rumors, especially since you were an 'holier than thou' andalite. You could already guess what those rumors might be about.
Wait a second, ask Esplin for access? Maybe you should ask about that.
But he was already starting to walk back to the door, his erection slowly sliding back into it's sheath. You puff out through your nose before pointedly asking how he got in. This makes him stop for a moment, tipping his head off to the side.

( MeandtheVisserarecloseenoughtotrusteachother. Hestilldoesn'ttrustmecompletelybutatleasthetrustsmeenoughtobeinhisroom.) The creature switches open the door making the hork-bajir on the other side jump. He disappears out the door as the guard stares after him with a glare. The door slams closed and you're left staring at it, confused and with a slight headache. Did he really have to talk that fast?
You pace around for a moment, trying to release some of that nervous energy you had gotten. You still felt aroused as well but not enough to make you think twice about his offer. After all, the Visser's ire was a good deterrent for that.
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(I'm back.) You jump slightly as the door swishes open behind you. You pull a stalk around in shock, realizing that the Visser had come back... early too. You turn towards him, waiting for him to approach you first.

You watch as he carefully unhooks his dracon beam from his waist before dropping it off at his table. He folds his arms behind his back giving you an imposing look as he does, examining you up and down. You blink a few times at his now frowning face before glancing around to make sure you weren't doing anything wrong.

(You smell more aroused than you were before.) His tone was accusatory his nostrils flaring while he glances over your body with a stalk.
You scuffed a hoof against the floor, wondering how good his sense of smell really was. Yeah you certainly were even more horny than before but you hoped that he wouldn't ask why. Well... there wasn't much hoping considering how massive his ego seemed to be. The possibility of being turned on by another guy probably didn't even cross his mind.

(I believe I did leave you without release... Perhaps you wish for me to mount you again?) He asks smugly, crossing his arms over his chest as he leans back on his hind legs. You shuffle your back hooves in thought of being mounted again but quickly cringe as you remembered earlier.

(Turn around.) He orders simply, making a circle motion with his finger. You blink up at him before shuffling around until your backside is facing him. You keep a stalk on him as he steps close to your body, placing a firm hand upon you ass once he was close enough.

(Tch, you really are soaking back here.) He pushes your tail off to the side. You shiver as cool air brushes against your moistened labia. You tip your head back as he slips his thumb inside. It slides down to your hidden clitoris before his two index fingers slid under the bottom your out stretched labia. You stomp a back hoof in shock as he squeezes down firmly.

(Ah-ah?!) You back legs trembled as a tidal wave of pleasure washes over your body. But just as you thought he would start frigging you, he pulls his fingers away leaving you even more aroused than you were before.
How irritating!

(You have not pleased me yet. If I hadn't gotten off, then you certainly will not be. Poor Alloran has been complaining all day about his arousal though, so maybe we'll trying again soon.) A cruel glint appears in the Visser's eyes. He seemed to really like the idea of having Alloran like that. But why would you be surprised? He was a serious sadist.
(Now then.) He strides past you to console where he settles down in front of it while you stare in a dazed shock. (Leave me be, I have other things to do than entertain you.)
You bristle slightly, staring at his back. Okay so what were you supposed to do now? He seemed to not really be interested in fucking you or at least right now-
Oh what's that?

You turn a stalk around his body, staring down in between his legs. You feel a moment of triumph as you realized that he was far more aroused than he was showing. Despite his calm demeanor, he was pretty turned on.
Slowly walking up behind him, keeping one eye on his stalks and the other on his face, you reach out to grab his rear. Now if he was going to strike you for touching him without permission remained to be seen. But just as you reach out, you notice a blue blur out of the corner of your eye.
Flinching, you expected to be hit pretty hard. But instead his tail curls behind your upper body before pulling you close, almost smashing your face firmly into his hip.
(Lovely pet, I do hope you were not about to just grab me were you?) Both of his stalks were focused on you, smiling sweetly. You cringe into his tail, nose and face burning slightly with shame. (You certainly weren't stepping lightly.)
Of course! He probably heard you!
(F-Forgive me, I just want to be... close to you.) You quickly say, hoping to save yourself and your hide.
(Do not come up behind me.) He warns lightly, pressing you closer into his hip. You were quickly becoming dizzy from his musk. Why doesn't he sterilize his scent anymore? That would make things a whole lot easier! (But I will allow you to accompany me.)
With that his tail slips away off of your shoulders and you breathe out a sigh of relief. You then step around him warily, watching his face carefully. He looked towards you for a moment but just returns his attention back to his screen.

Tenderly, you press yourself against his side while leaning your upper body against his arm. You are surprised to be awarded with him curling his tail around your lower body. His arm moves around your shoulder before slowly running his fingers through your fur.

(Hmph, whatever they're washing you with is awful. Your fur is getting rougher every day.) He observes distantly, digging his fingers in. He runs them up to your mane where he starts scratching you.
Oddly, it feels really good.
(Your frillvur as well is rough. I'm going to need to speak with those damn human-lovers again. This is unacceptable!) Despite how irritated he sounded, you were practically melting into his scratches. Is this how dogs feel?
You lean into his scratches, eyes fluttering closed.

You feel his breath at the top of your head making you open a stalk. He was resting the side of his head on your's while looking at what he was working on. Curious of why he's always at his computer, you ask what he was doing.

(Many things.) He was rubbing his cheek against you, sending tingles down your spine. (Checking on scientific projects, making sure major ships under my control are well maintained, checking for intruders within this system, host numbers, host losses... reports to the Council when they decide to pay attention to me.)
You quickly began to realize that he was probably a very busy, stressed man. That's probably why he was so ticked all of the time. There were a lot of things weighing on his shoulders.
You couldn't help but release a wave of worry to him. He snorts before mumbling, (I don't need you worrying over that. It's my duties after all.)
You press your body comfortingly into his, eyes narrowing into a smile. He doesn't snap at you to back off but instead his fingers slide down your arm until he intertwine his fingers with your own. An odd shiver was sent up your spine but it wasn't an unpleasant one. You feel something odd buzzing in your mind, almost as if two people were in contact with you.
The weary, aroused one must be Alloran's while the focused, calm one must be Esplin's. Though as you open your own mind more to them in curiosity, you notice Alloran's becoming more aware of your presence. Though Alloran seemed to at first feel a spark of anger towards you but then that just dropped down to pity.
Pity for what?
Oh yeah, right. You were a slave.
Your confusion probably was read by the host because he sent back a wave of confusion. Okay now this was getting a little bit too freaky. How does hand holding make you do this?
Curious, you send a tiny wave of affection towards the both of them. Alloran seemed startled, even flinching back for a moment. But he seemed relieved as well, like he was expecting you to hate him. But why would you hate him?
Esplin on the other hand, was focused upon you completely now. His mind... made you tingle a lot. Like it wasn't supposed to be there touching you. It was actually starting to burn a bit too. You almost pulled your hand away reflexively but his grip tightens around you.
This was getting weirder and weirder by the moment. How far does Andalite telepathy go?

The yeerk itself was curious now, trying to nudge farther but there was a hard barrier between you two. But he persisted. Alloran was quickly becoming anxious, almost willing you to pull away. You try to but something sharp presses against the back of your head. It was Esplin warning you not to move.
The yeerk was becoming more and more irritated as he continued to nudge. What was he trying to do?
Your brain tingled more and more the longer this went on.

(That is enough, get off.) The visser had stiffened after a few moments more of poking and prodding. He yanks his hand away before pushing you off with the flat of his tail blade. The connect was severed right then and there. (Go to bed or do something else. Quit bothering me.)

ou managed to catch yourself before you fell on your side, much to your relief. You quickly check yourself over to make sure he hadn't cut you.
Once you were sure you were fine you turn a stalk on his bed. That seemed like the only option right now. Slightly stung by his actions but unwilling to argue, you drag yourself off to his bed while wondering why he did that to you.
Why did you feel so... violated?
Was that the andalite talking or you?
As you lay down you keep an eye on him, making note of his stiff posture. And slowly lashing tail. You knew that if you said or asked anything he would probably snap at you. But you had so many questions and so much to say.
Maybe, just maybe you could ask him later.
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