Pag called into the cockpit. “Our girl needs to learn her lesson, and we need to start getting her bottom ready for our wedding night. Kar, there’s a belt in the top right storage locker, and a box of plugs.” He turned to Jalinda, who still lay in her acceleration couch. “Once I unstrap you, you’ll go to the head and pee, with the door open so we can see. Then you’ll bend over the toilet and Kar will put the belt around your waist, and the trainer in your rump.”Jalinda had thought that the humiliations she had suffered at the hands of the Vionians had made her feel as much shame as it was possible to feel. In fact, she had been able to yield herself to the soldiers in their mess hall when they had tied her over the bench because she had thought of herself as already debased, having offered her modesty so completely to the Trestrimarian brothers and then having run away from them in betrayal, having heard that her planet no longer existed in any meaningful way.When the fat sergeant had told her to open her mouth, and the one by her rear end, where they had spread her knees to either side of the bench in a cruel mockery of the way Hed and Kar had held her open at the betrothal, began to play with her bottom and her poor, punished quim that still burned from her cunt-spanking, she had opened her mouth.
