Page 63 of Her Alien Guardian

To my left, Mr. Blackwood guided Elara with a firm hand on the small of her back. I caught a glimpse of her tearstained face, flushed with a mixture of pain, shame, and desperate arousal. Her freckles stood out starkly against her reddened skin, and I noticed how she bit her lower lip, clearly struggling to control her need.

The carpet was soft, but each step sent little shockwaves of pain through my welted bottom, making me gasp. I could feel Gamma’s steadying presence both physically and mentally, his thoughts a soothing balm to my frayed nerves.

As we approached one of the oversized armchairs, I felt a fresh wave of embarrassment wash over me. The chair seemed to loom before us, a throne of impending pleasure and shame. Its rich burgundy leather gleamed in the afternoon light.

Gamma settled into the chair, the upholstered wood creaking softly under his weight. Then, with gentle but firm hands, he guided me onto his lap. I let out a small cry as my punished bottom made contact with the rough fabric of his trousers. The pain was sharp and immediate, making my eyes water anew.

“Shh, it’s alright,” Gamma soothed, his large hand rubbing circles on my back. “Let yourself feel it all, Tessara. The pain, the pleasure, the shame—it’s all part of your lesson.”

I nodded, sniffling softly as I tried to adjust to the competing sensations. The heat from my welted flesh seemed to seep into Gamma’s lap, and I could feel the hard bulge of his arousal pressing against my thigh. The renewed realization that mypunishment had excited him sent a helplessly tangled mixture of pride and mortification through me.

Around us, I could hear the other girls being settled onto their guardians’ laps. Lydia’s sharp intake of breath was followed by a low moan as Mr. Thornton positioned her. Elara whimpered softly as Mr. Blackwood pulled her close, murmuring words of comfort that I couldn’t quite make out.

Gamma’s hand returned to my aching cunny, his fingers sliding easily through my wetness. I gasped, my hips jerking involuntarily at his touch. The constant tingle of my governor intensified, and I realized he must have turned it up slightly.

“That’s it, sweet one,” Gamma murmured, his breath hot against my ear. “Let yourself feel it all.”

Across the room, I heard Lydia’s sharp cry of pleasure, followed by Mr. Thornton’s deep chuckle. “There’s a good girl,” he said, his voice thick with arousal. “Your little cunny is so wet for me, isn’t it?”

Elara’s soft whimpers joined the symphony of need filling the room. “Oh! Oh, Mr. Blackwood, please…” she gasped, her voice trailing off into a moan.

I felt my face flame with embarrassment as I realized how lewd we must look—three naked, freshly punished girls writhing on their guardians’ laps. Yet I couldn’t bring myself to care, too lost in the sensations Gamma was drawing from my body.

His skilled fingers found my most sensitive spots with unerring accuracy, circling and stroking in a maddening rhythm. I could feel my arousal building, only to be curbed each time by my governor. The constant ebb and flow of pleasure was exquisite torture.

“Gamma,” I whimpered, grinding shamelessly against his hand. “Please… I need…”

“Shh,” he soothed, his free hand caressing my back. “I know what you need, sweet girl. But you must earn it.”

CHAPTER 35

Tessara

I felt another subtle shift in my governor’s intensity, and I cried out as a fresh wave of pleasure washed over me. Gamma’s fingers moved faster, more insistently, and I could feel myself climbing higher and higher toward release.

Beside us, Lydia’s moans had grown louder, more desperate. “Mr. Thornton!” she cried. “Oh, god, please… please let me come!”

“Not yet, you naughty girl,” Mr. Thornton growled. “You haven’t earned it yet.”

Elara’s usually quiet voice rose in a keening wail. “Please, sir! I’ll be so good, I promise. Just please… oh!”

Gamma’s fingers moved relentlessly between my thighs, drawing gasps and moans from my lips that I no longer tried to stifle. I rocked against him shamelessly, chasing the release that seemed just out of reach.

“That’s it,” Gamma encouraged, his voice low and husky. “Show everyone how much you need this.”

“I suggest level eight,” I heard Mr. Thornton say, “but let’s not allow them to come for a while yet.”

“Fine idea, Thornton,” said Mr. Blackwood.

I heard Lydia and Elara gasp and sob as their guardians adjusted their governors. I looked up into Gamma’s serious yet kind face, thinking my words to him rather than saying them, and marveling as I felt him understand, and watched him smile.

Me too?

I had lost track of where my guardian, the human-alien I loved, had put the little device that seemed at that moment to control not just my cunny but my destiny. I felt his left hand move against my side, and I realized he held it there, and then I felt the need and the pleasure between my legs build in an instant so intensely that I cried out, my hips bucking hard in desperate search of friction from Gamma’s enormous, skillful hand.

“Gentlemen,” Dr. Porter’s voice cut through the fog of pleasure, “I believe it would help all the girls for us to take this lesson a step further. Miss Tessara, as you know, is not a virgin, and she has already shared her knowledge of carnal matters with the other girls.”

My eyes flew open, my cheeks burning with shame as I remembered the whispered conversations in the dormitory. How foolish I had been, thinking our indiscretions would go unnoticed.

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