Title: Ari and Arja Keywords: F/F oral ds F/g toys sad ds ScFi Arja held up the clothing that Ari had laid out for her and furrowed her brow. "Where's the rest of it?" she asked. The human woman stood nude in the flight deck of the small craft. The pale skin of Arja's face was marked with tattoos around her eyes and lips; long black hair with a single streak of red emanated from the top of her head and fell to one side, revealing the shaved sides of her head. "That's it." Ari called back from below deck. The not-quite human woman popped her head up through the floor hatch and grinned at Arja. "Well that and a collar." Ari's skin was hidden under a light coat of gray fur - a color uncharacteristic of her race. Straight white hair fell in sheets from her head. Arja closed her eyes and grit her teeth. "Is there any particular reason why you suddenly want to humiliate me?" "You said it yourself not a day ago - you're no longer a prisoner, you're a slave. I might as well treat you like one. ...At least for this trip." Ari said. She pulled herself up through the floor hatch. She was not much more dressed than Arja was to be; she wore very small thong bottoms, and a top that covered her arms and shoulders, but offered a great view of the underside of her bosom. "What is so important about this person we're visiting?" Arja asked as she wrapped herself in the sheer skirt that left nothing to the imagination. Ari sat leaned back into the pilot's seat with a little sigh. "It's complicated. She controls..." "Not that." Arja interrupted. She knelt down next to Ari - an indignity that she had already come to terms with. "This is personal." Ari reached down and stroked her fingernails through Arja's hair. The woman closed her eyes; though she did not appreciate being kept as a prisoner or slave, Ari's treatment of her was at least somewhat pleasant. "She's special to me." Ari said with a little sigh. "This much is obvious." "Will it satisfy you to say we have had an on-and-off-again relationship for about as long as I can remember?" Ari said. Arja furrowed her brow. "You're not more than three years older than me. How old were you when you started your relationship?" "Uh, it was the first year after my recruitment... so... eleven? No, I was twelve." Ari answered. "And how old was she?" "Probably thirty." Ari said with a shrug. "So she raped you." Arja said as she looked up at Ari. "Pretty much, yeah." Ari nodded. She stroked down Arja's bare back with her nails. "Do you want to know the details?" "Do I have a choice?" Arja asked. A sense of dread radiated from her body and tinted her voice. "No, not really." Ari dug her nails into Arja's skin and pulled up slowly along the woman's spine, leaving a trail of thin red lines. "It was my first solo assignment; I was to retrieve an artifact and deliver it to the fleet to be taken to the capital." "The empire sent you out on solo assignments when you were twelve?" Arja asked in disbelief. "The emperor sent me out, yeah. You don't think you could handle yourself if you were put out with six years of training?" Ari asked the kneeling woman. "I probably could." Arja admitted. "So anyway, I brought the artifact back to the fleet, and I reported to her. She took the item into her custody... then she ordered me to strip." "She ordered you? How could she order you?" Arja asked. "I'm in the military, Arja. I have been since the emperor found me. The others might be in the clergy, but I'm a commander in the fleet." Ari sighed softly. "Do you want the details or not?" "I don't, but your telling me anyways." Arja snarked. "So she ordered me to strip. I was really scared at that point, but she was my superior, which she reminded me of, and I obeyed." Ari turned her chair to face Arja. The woman grumbled to herself, and leaned in to rest her head on Ari's thigh as Ari continued. "I stood there, naked, trembling... I could escape if I needed to, but she could say something to the emperor, and I would be punished. Or at least that's what I thought." "She walked up to me, grabbed the back of my neck, and pushed me down against her desk. She held me there, pinned against the hard surface, while she jammed her fingers into me." Ari said while she pointed at her lap. Arja hesitated; she wanted to be sure she had to do what Ari indicated but got no sign that Ari would change her mind. She reached up and pulled the front of Ari's bottoms down and exposed the top of her mound. The fur on Ari's pussy was fine, soft, and very short. Arja leaned in and pressed her tongue against the top of Ari's slit. Ari let out a small moan, and rested her hand on the back of Arja's head. "Her fingers were the first thing that ever entered me; she broke me open. It hurt so much, and she didn't care." Ari rolled her hips slowly, her movements guided Arja's tongue down her slit. "She forced me to cum, which was really hard. She had to finger fuck me for at least thirty minutes." Ari held her breath as a shutter shot down her spine. "In retrospect, she might have been edging me. She made me suck my own wet and blood off her fingers, and she let me rest for a little while in her bed." "A few hours later, she woke me up, and forced me to my hands and knees. I don't know what she shoved into me, but it was round with a hard edge. She rammed it into my pussy and fucked me with it." Ari said while Arja pressed two fingers into Ari's pussy. Arja's pleasuring of Ari paused only long enough for Arja to pull a hair from her teeth. Ari closed her legs around Arja's head, and hooked her ankles behind the young woman's back. "She didn't let me look back, but I could feel her press against me. She was fully clothed as far as I could tell; she was just getting off to violating me." Ari said as Arja's fingers thrust quickly inside her pussy. "I fell in love with her." Arja looked up from Ari's cunt. "That's fucked up, even for us." Ari gripped Arja by the hair and pulled her back down. Her hips rocked as she worked towards an orgasm. "She forced me, and she's not one of us. God, I love that woman." Arja wrapped her lips around the top of Ari's slit and sucked hard against the flesh there. She flicked her tongue against Ari's popped clit as her fingers strummed against Ari's front wall. Ari pushed down on her legs, which pushed her pussy against Arja's face. Ari moaned loudly as she let loose a small torrent of juices against the human slave's chin. Ari uncrossed her legs and let the human woman up. Arja quickly leaned back and wiped the wet from her face. Ari sighed contentedly. "You're her slave." Arja said. "Submissive is more accurate." Ari mused. "You are, for now, my property; you are my slave." "Do you expect her to do the same thing this time?" "Maybe. Maybe she will do it to you." Ari said with a grin. "Maybe we won't even have sex. I want you ready for her whims even more than you are ready for mine." "As you wish, my master."