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."