Brandi Whyne Chapter Two

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  Brandi Whyne book 2

  Copyright ã 2006 Celine Chatillon

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  Brandi Whyne…

  And Her Incredibly Erotic Adventures with

  Robin Manhood and His Totally Sexed-Out Space Pirates

  By Celine Chatillon

  I want to dedicate this series to all the fantastic eXtasy Books authors, editors and publishers I met at the 2005 Romantic Times Convention in St. Louis. You really put some wild and creative ideas in my head… Man, did you ever!

  Chapter Two:

  Lashed at the Mast!

  (Editor’s note: If you want to know the how and why Robin rescued Brandi and how she boarded his space vessel, the Pulsating Purple Parsnip, why it has such a strange name and shape, and how the Goddess of Fun, Fertility and Family Planning chose Robin to become her one and only soul mate, read Brandi Whyne and Her Incredibly Erotic Adventures: Chapter One—Captured by Space Pirates! Royalties go to help stray deaf space pets find good homes. That is, homes without show tune singing space pirates. Thank you.)

  When last we saw our hapless heroine…

  Scarlet Willie leered, an evil glint sparkling in his eyes at my predicament. “Ms. Whyne here declined a direct order, Captain.”

  Robin Manhood approached the com console and took in the situation with a swift turn of his head. With hands behind his back, like a ship’s captain of days long ago, he calmly spoke. “She refused to obey a direct order?”

  Willie nodded, a broad, pearly smile cutting his round face in two.

  I stomped my foot down hard. “No, that’s not true. Willie tempted me, but he did not order me to suck his cock.”

  “I find that hard to believe.” Robin spun on his heels, crossed to his chair and sat down. “We have penalties for crewmembers who don’t follow orders from their commanding officers, Ms. Whyne.”

  “But I did not disobey a direct command, sir!”

  “It’s your word against his, but we do have a witness.” He turned his chair to face John Thomas. “Did Brandi disobey Willie’s orders, John Thomas?”

  “Brandi is our friend,” the giant said slowly, “but she wasn’t acting friendly toward Willie just now.”

  “I see.” Robin stood and nodded toward the tall pole standing before the ship’s main viewing screen. “Then she will have to be disciplined.”

  “Yeah! Yeah!” John Thomas shouted, clapping. “Can I get Zelda?”

  “Engage the autopilot, John Thomas, and then you can get Zelda.” Robin smiled at his navigator’s enthusiasm.

  I watched in fascination as Robin retrieved a long, deep purple-colored velvet rope from a small locker beside his chair. He motioned for me to stand beside him. “Come here, Crewmen Whyne.”

  The devil himself entered me at that moment. I decided then and there I wasn’t going to cooperate with whatever depraved activity they had in mind. “What if I say no?”

  Robin waggled an eyebrow and grinned. “Hmm… Actually, it might go better for you if you did.”

  Our story begins…

  How did I get into this mess? I berated myself, glaring at Robin Manhood, my captain and lover, chosen by the goddess herself to be my soul mate. This, of course, was not my first time in this particular situation. I seem to find myself wallowing in such trouble with drooling packs of randy men staring at me all the time. In fact, Robin had rescued me from one potential gang rape scenario not so long ago.

  I owed my allegiance, my life and my all to Robin Manhood. But being tied to a stake for such a minor infraction? I think not. I stayed my ground.

  “Now, Brandi…” He made a playful “come here” gesture with his finger. “You agreed to follow our ship’s rules when you came aboard. Now, accept your punishment like a big girl. I promise, you’ll enjoy it.”

  “Enjoy it?” I rolled my eyes as I spat out the words. “Why would anyone in their right mind enjoy being tied up to pole? It’s completely insane.”

  “She’s right on that point,” Willie, my tormenting shipmate, agreed. He stroked his blond chin hairs, instead of the semi-flaccid cock that dangled below his crimson tunic before turning to face his dark-eyed captain. “Then again, we’re not exactly a completely sane lot aboard the Parsnip, are we?”

  Robin chuckled low in his throat. “Not by a long shot.” He wrapped the velvet cord about his wrist and grinned like the devil at me. “I wonder what’s keeping Zelda? My appointment with her wasn’t until two.”

  “Bigguns had her booked all this morning,” said Willie. “I checked. Damn cyclops can’t get enough discipline. He served beside you on that evil, lisping, frilly collared Bak Azzward’s crew as well, didn’t he?”

  “Aye,” said Robin. “But I think Bigguns’ attraction to Zelda is due mostly to the makeup of his species. He told me once why the cyclops’ race enjoyed the whip so much. Something about his planet being so dang cold they have to beat themselves silly to get through their thick hides and stimulate their erogenous zones. That’s why the cyclops are our best customers—they wear out vibrators as easily as humans chew gum.”

  Willie whistled. “Amazing. ‘Tis a strange and diverse universe, isn’t it?”

  At that minute the bridge doors swooshed open, revealing an eager-faced John Thomas followed by approximately a half dozen crewmates. Some I knew quite well, others were only passing acquaintances at this point.

  In waltzed Tryor Fuq, the pickpocket ex-cleric with a penchant for borrowing things (such as my dirty laundry) and never quite giving them back. Dr. Kwak, ship’s physician, an all around sick and twisted individual, followed closely behind him. Kwak was, of course, dressed in my former barmaid’s outfit. Bigguns the ship’s weapons officer, a hunchbacked cyclops, followed Kwak.. The others were still somewhat of a mystery to me, although most had propositioned me at least once during our short voyage from Proxima Centauri Five.

  Zelda presented the biggest mystery of all. That is, I assumed the tall, well-proportioned female with short, spiky, electric blue-streaked white hair standing at the elevator’s doorway with hands on hips was our ship’s disciplinarian. My eyes widened at the sight of her violet-blue leather corset tied tight across her midsection. How in the goddess’s good name did she keep those large, round, milky-colored breasts from popping out of her top? Matching silky thong, garter belt and fishnet hose—along with electric blue stiletto heels and elbow-length violet gloves—completed her tantalizing outfit.

  “You called?”

  Her deep, husky voice sent shivers up my spine and dampened my lacy drawers. She smacked a short, violet-colored suede leather crop across her palm and focused her iron gaze on me. I knew at that moment that Zelda meant business.

  “Someone in need of discipline?” she asked calmly.


  “Ms. Whyne refused a direct order from a superior officer.” Robin’s matter of fact tone annoyed me. He sounded like he was discussing a minor mechanical problem with the ship’s engineers. “Since Brandi is new to our crew, we thought it only fit and proper that she learn how we maintain discipline from our expert on board.”

  Zelda arched one electric-blue eyebrow and sashayed toward me, swinging her hips in rhythm with the crack of her whip. She stopped in front of me and thrust her creamy tits in my face. I gasped, almost wetting my pants. What was it about this woman that made me feel so… so damn hot?

  I slowly licked my lips. I wish now I had followed Willie’s orders and given his cock a good sucking. He’d be in excellent shape to help scratch some of my inner itches just about now.

  “To the mast!” Zelda ordered. She indicated with a nod where everyone on the bridge should stand and act. Bigguns and Tryor swooped down on me before I knew what was happening. The two ne’er-do-wells dragged me to the pole and held me still until Robin approached with the soft velvet twine.

  My captain disrobed me of the green poet’s shirt I wore as a short tunic and tossed it aside. I thrust out my breasts and arched my back in defiance, striking a comely pose for the crew in my matching white lace bra and panty set.

  Oddly enough, the ropes Robin used couldn’t have prevented my escape in the least, for he tied them very loosely about my wrists. Then he tied them even more loosely above my head to the mast. He pivoted me so my backside now faced the heavily breathing crew.

  Robin winked at me, muttering under his breath, “Follow along with Zelda and I promise you’ll enjoy your punishment.”

  “What if I don’t wish to be tamed?” I replied tartly. “What then?”

  A throaty chuckle burst from his lips. He slipped a hand into my panties and felt the wetness growing there. “You’ll want to be tamed. Believe me—you’ll want to.”

  “Captain.” Zelda came close to my right side and presented her violet whip to him. “You have the honor.”

  I cringed. The whip was small but I could tell it packed a punch. I began wriggling my hands free of their bindings. Robin placed a comforting hand on my shoulder to still my anxious movement.

  “No need. I prefer the ‘hands on’ approach.” He waggled an eyebrow at me and turned to face the crew. “I think everyone here today agrees. What say you?”

  “Aye, aye!” the cheers rang out.

  “I can’t wait to get my hands on that luscious ass,” I heard Kwak muttering. From the corner of my eye I spied him hiking up my ruffled skirt. The sicko really seemed to get off on wearing women’s clothing, obvious by his erection proudly poking out from beneath his petticoats. Correction—my petticoats.

  Before I realized it what was about to occur, Robin ripped my lacy white panties off and applied pressure with a determined spank across my exposed butt cheeks. Whack! I jumped at the rough surprise, but held fast to the mast as he repeated the process several times. Whack! Whack! Now was not the time to show weakness.

  “Naughty girl.” Scarlet-faced Willie had sauntered over to my side and began rubbing his sticky staff against my left buttock’s burning flesh. The slow, sensual touch of his cock against my stinging bottom made my pussy muscles clench. I threw back my head and moaned.

  “You like that, eh?” Willie muttered, spreading his juices across my other butt cheek. “You want me to keep doing it?”

  “She likes it too much,” Zelda interrupted, stepping closer. She held her full breasts close to my flushed face. “Don’t you?”

  “I… I…” I swallowed hard. Her pebbled nipples poking through the satin material of her corset demanded a good suckling, and I wanted to be the one to give it to her. I’d never felt that way about a woman before. The feeling both frightened and excited me.

  Zelda grinned and lifted a finger to my chin, allowing it to trail down the long column of my throat to my breasts where she twirled it around my aching areolas. My head tilted to the side as I let loose with a sigh.

  “Don’t worry, precious.” Zelda’s eyes, dark and mysterious, possessed a mischievous twinkling in their depths that promised more—much more. “I’ll make sure you’re taken care of properly.”

  She wiggled her tongue at me then nodded to Robin. Whack! Once again he gave my ass a good spank. Willie followed suit with his intimate rubbing and again I moaned with pleasure. The insides of my thighs grew damper and damper. I would have given anything at that moment to have Willie or Robin—or even the wacky Dr. Kwak—give me a good, hard shag.

  “Do you promise to follow all direct orders from a superior officer from now on?” Robin’s deep voice tickled my ear, as soft and silky as the cords that bound me to the mast. “If you refuse to follow orders, we’ll have to escalate this… this discipline.”

  “Hmmm,” I moaned. “How long do I have to refuse to obey before I receive a good hard fucking?”

  He laughed. “Zelda’s barely keeping them at bay as it is.”

  I turned my head and spied a most enticing scene. Sure, I’d witness Beula and Sal and the other girls entertaining men and others in the back room of the Black Whole before I left my home world, but I’d never witnessed such a spontaneous orgy before.

  Kwak was enjoying himself at the expense of my slip, sliding its silky material up and down his swelling erection. Oh, well. It would wash out easily enough.

  Tryor Fuq sat boldly in Robin’s chair, bouncing one of the mess officers on his fat cock, a roundish-humanoid brunette with a greenish-tinged scaly skin named Madarda. The chef was part human and part Gorgonian, or so I’d been told.

  Madarda’s human part seemed to take pleasure in the bump and grind well enough. But it was her four-foot long, lizard-like tongue that seemed to be enjoying what it was doing the most. Wrapping her long, forked tongue about Bigguns’ thick shaft, she pumped the cyclops’ organ in an iron grip until his cries of rapture reverberated throughout the ship.

  “Wish I could be on the receiving end of that torture device!” Willie laughed and slapped his leg. “Maddy is definitely fluent in her mother tongue.”

  Robin grinned wickedly at me. “I’d say our weapon’s officer is about to shoot off his cannon. Watch closely.”

  Bigguns gave a loud cry indicating his climax was near. His whole body spasmed at once and then it began. His orgasmic explosion—or rather explosions—practically knocked the entire bridge contingent off their feet. Luckily, most of the bridge including the autopilot console is waterproofed. I learned that day that Cyclops produced much more semen than human males—several gallons more.

  One thing struck me even odd, or I should say even odder than watching an alien enjoying oral sex, was the fact that John Thomas was nowhere to be seen. Perhaps the giant preferred more private settings in order to pleasure himself?

  Zelda sauntered about the bridge applying “discipline” here and there to the couples, trios or solos needed. Willie pouted as she pulled him away from the firm grip of one of our engineers, an androgynous being named Murk. I’d been informed that on the Ombodie home world hand jobs were considered a polite form of salutation, on the same level as the human handshake. Murt, Murk’s identical twin, immediately offered its assistance and cock for Murk’s mutual manual pleasure.

  “You were the officer Brandi disobeyed,” Zelda informed him. “She must receive further punishment from you.”

  Willie’s eyes instantly lit up. He eagerly rubbed his hands together. “Goody.”

  Meanwhile Robin’s spanking had turned into a good fingering. My clit throbbed from his able attentions and my womanly juices flowed all the more. He’d unhooked my bra and freed my tingling tits, which I slowly rubbed against the cool metal of the mast.

  Who would have thought it possible? Here I stood before a good portion of the crew in nothing but my thigh-high boots, unashamed. I had never felt more alive and turned on than at that moment.

  And at last I’d get to enjoy some cock... Sure, it wasn’t Robin’s, but th
e way I felt at the moment I could care less. Robin didn’t seem to mind that his first officer and best friend was about to stick it to me, either.

  Could this be what Robin had meant when he said he’d “cut me loose”? Aboard the Pulsating Purple Parsnip I was free to experiment and explore my sexuality without fear my true love would later reject me?

  Zelda grabbed my chin and turned me to face her. I blinked and tried my best to steady myself on my feet. “Will you obey your superior officers from this point onward, or do you need more disciplining?”

  I giggled. “Oh, definitely more disciplining. Please?”

  A smile tugged at the corner of her violet-painted lips. “Very well. Ms. Whyne, since you were ordered to suck the First Officer’s cock, you may now proceed.”

  “Huh?” That wasn’t what I thought she’d say. I felt seriously confused. “How can I? I’m tied to this stupid pole. I need to be free to move about a bit and use my hands for balance.”

  “No, you don’t.” Robin left my side. I heard him rummaging about in the chest beside his chair. “Sorry for the interruption, Tryor, Madarda… Ah, here it is.”

  I twisted about but still couldn’t make out what it was that he’d recovered. “What is it?” I demanded. My heated imagination played tricks on me. I could have sworn I heard a small electronic motor revving up.

  “You’ll see. Catch, Will!”

  A whizzing sound went past my ear and stopped as Willie grasped the short antigravity hoverboard. He winked and gave me a kiss on the cheek—my facial cheek as opposed to my sticky butt cheek.

  “Thanks, Captain. That’ll do nicely.”

  “Turn around to face your superiors,” Zelda ordered. Her authoritative, yet sensuous, tone shot tingles of desire through every nerve in my body. Something thrilling was about to happen I sensed. If I fought against it I wouldn’t receive my full portion of pleasure. So I did as I was told.