Wicked
Wanderer
Chapter Seven
by Sharon Green
Copyright 2003 by ABCD Webmasters, and Sharon Green
Back into his cabin. When Chayara thought those words she felt a tingle inside her, another sure sign that she was a slut. She should have hated the idea of moving back in with Rego, just as she should have hated what he'd so recently done to her. But she hadn't hated the sex with him, she'd loved it, and that told the whole story. While growing up she'd been told more than once that nice girls didn't spend their time thinking about men and sex, only sluts did. Back then she hadn't known she was a slut, of course, especially when she'd found no interest in any of the boys and then men around her. But she'd found Rego incredibly attractive almost from the beginning, which had certainly helped to bring out the sluttiness in her. At first it was surprising that her uncle Leron hadn't seen it on her, but her uncle didn't really know her that well. Her parents and brothers and sister did know her, though, and they were certain to understand just what she'd become as soon as they saw her. Which meant that as soon as her father was free she would have to disappear, to keep the truth from hurting the people she loved. "But at least I'll be trained by then," she murmured, pushing away the urge to start crying again. "The training will help me to get experience, and once I'm experienced I should at least be adequate as a slut. I'd like to think I'll be superior, but I know now that I'm not superior at everything…" And that was a truth that had been a really hard blow. Chayara had always been smart and capable, always able to do easily what others had to struggle to even begin to accomplish. That ability had fooled her into thinking she would be superior at everything in life, but now - "Come in," she said to the ringing at her door, and that door opened to show that Rego had returned. "Okay, we can get you moved in now," Rego said, just standing in the doorway. "I've put together everything I'll need, and we'll start your training right after dinner. We'll spend the time until then getting to know each other a little better." "Will the training be more effective if we know each other better?" Chayara asked as she picked up her pack and stood. "Is that why we're waiting to get started?" "Knowing you better will help the training, but that's not why I want to spend time with you," Rego said, stepping back to let Chayara walk out of the cabin. "I happen to be interested in you as a person, and I'd like to find out more about the person you are. Don't you care anything about what kind of person I am?" Chayara was about to deny any curiosity, but then she realized she would be lying if she said that. "Well, I guess I do want to know a little about you," she grudged, looking up at him where he walked beside her. "Did you always want to be a pirate, or was that a choice that came later in life?" "Being a pirate wasn't a choice, it was a necessity," Rego answered, his faint smile showing a touch of bitterness. "I grew up expecting to do all kinds of wonderful things in life, the way I breezed through school work making me certain I wasn't wrong. But the way I breezed through school work also made some people jealous, and one day three other boys decided to 'teach me a lesson in humility.' They put on masks and then attacked me, expecting to beat me to pulp and then run away." "But it didn't happen like that," Chayara said, knowing that for a fact as she continued to watch his face. "What did happen?" "What happened was that I did the pulping," he answered, his expression now carefully neutral. "There may have been three of them, but none of them had the first idea about how to fight. No one had taught me to fight either and I didn't understand at the time why I was able to do such a better job at it, but that didn't seem to matter. I beat up all three of them and pulled their masks off, and then the police came. I explained that I'd been attacked and the police believed me because there were witnesses - but I was arrested with the three anyway." "Because fighting of any and all kind is against the law," Chayara said with a sigh. "Didn't the judge accept your apology when you went to trial?" "I didn't apologize, I asked a question," Rego said, his gaze off in the distance the way it had been for a couple of minutes. "I asked how it could possibly be against the law to defend myself. I wasn't the one who had started the fight, after all, so how could it be wrong to keep myself from getting hurt? The judge went into a long lecture about how all violence was wrong, and if I'd been raised properly I would have run away from the attackers instead of trying to defend myself. "He also gave my parents a long list of what they had to do to punish me for breaking the law, and my parents were so embarrassed they refused to talk to me or even look at me. When we got home they stripped my room of everything including the furniture and replaced it all with a lumpy cot. I wasn't to be allowed anything in the room but my school books, and my parents' attitude made it clear that even they weren't happy about my not having gotten beaten up. If I'd ended up in the hospital or dead I would have had everyone's sympathy, but being perfectly all right just wasn't acceptable." By now Chayara was sorry she'd asked the question, but changing the subject wasn't an option. "I spent one sleepless night on that cot, hearing again and again what my father had said before he walked out of the room and closed the door," Rego continued. "My father told me he doubted he would ever be proud of me again, but he still expected me to work on the apology I was expected to give the judge the next time I was called into court. The apology would do nothing to stop the punishment, mind, but I would still be required to show remorse for the terrible thing I'd done. "Two hours before dawn I packed one change of clothes and some toiletries and left the house, stopping only to withdraw the money I'd been saving for college. I'd always found jobs to do that paid me rather well, so I had a tidy sum saved. Neither my parents nor the court had frozen the account because running away from home was unthinkable to them. I did some stowing away of my own until I reached a station far enough away from home that I could pay for passage to Moradan station without anyone being on the lookout for me. That was where I met your uncle, and he adopted me just about on the spot. I spent four years learning and working on board various ships, and then I was given the Hawk to command. I've had the Hawk almost two years, and that brings us to now." "It certainly does," Chayara said with a sigh, stopping with him outside his cabin but no longer looking directly at him. "I was attacked once too, but I'd been taught how to handle the matter to keep from being arrested. I pretended to be hysterical and let the hysteria make me 'strike out blindly,' but I knew exactly what I was doing even though reaching my attacker looked like nothing but luck. When the police came I was huddled against a wall with my arms over my head, and the first touch to my arm sent me back into 'hysterics.' That told everyone I wasn't responsible for what I'd done, which was break up the fool who'd tried to attack me. But girls can get away with things like that when men can't, I think. You probably wouldn't have done the same even if you'd known." "No, you're right, I wouldn't have done the same," he answered, and a glance showed that he was actually smiling. "Let's get your things put away in my cabin, and then we can talk some more." Chayara followed him into the cabin, then put her possessions into the empty drawer he showed her. Since that took no more than about a minute, they next went to the ship's dining room - mess hall, it was called - and sat at a table and talked over cups of coffee. There were only a couple of other people in the room, none of them close by, so their privacy wasn't interrupted. By the time they got hungry enough to eat, Chayara had learned a bit more about Rego and had shared a couple of her own experiences. The man seemed to be yearning for what most people considered a normal life, a life where he was a productive member of society and wasn't constantly running away from the law. As soon as he settled into that life he would certainly find her presence embarrassing, which meant it was a lucky thing she had no intentions of staying with him. Sluts weren't a welcome presence in normal lives, a fact she didn't need to be told. But he was going to make an effort to train her, a decision that confused her at first. Then it came to her that Rego was feeling gratitude to her uncle and to her for helping to bring down the old government. He'd been able to see that she was floundering on her own, and that was probably why he'd agreed to help. He was a very attractive man, both physically and on the inside, and the slutty part of Chayara made her very aware of him where he sat next to her. But that was as far as she meant to allow herself to go with the man. She'd never be able to share his dream of a normal life, so there was no sense in wishing she could. Finishing the food she'd been served became something of a chore for Chayara, but she gritted her mental teeth and did her best. The effort seemed to be enough, though, because Rego made no comment about the small amount of leftovers on her plate. He joined her in having one last cup of coffee, and then it was time for them to go back to his cabin. "Okay, it's after dinner and now we can start your training," Rego said after closing his cabin door behind the two of them. "Thinking about how you acted the last time you came to my cabin made me understand more clearly that you don't know the little things a slut is expected to do. I borrowed the Dreamer and another dream cartridge for you to start with, and this time I want you to pay close attention to what the girl does and how she does it. That includes the way she moves her body, what she does with her hands, and even what expressions she shows. Do you think you can do that?" "I'll try my best," Chayara answered, silently sneering at herself for being disappointed that Rego wasn't going to take her to bed right away. The disappointment showed just how big a slut she really was, as if she'd needed any more proof… "Good," Rego said with a smile, and then he gestured to his bed. "If you'll lie down on my bunk I'll get the Dreamer." Chayara went to the bed and lay down as she'd been asked to do, and a moment later Rego was there with the Dreamer. He fitted it to her head as he'd done the last time, and then - * Nikki Egan smiled to herself as she strolled toward Mr. Harden's office. A week ago she'd made the mistake of letting herself be sent to Mr. Harden in the middle of the day, a mistake she'd more than paid for when he'd sent her back to her classes. The strapping he'd given her had turned her entire bottom very tender and aching, and the old hag of a teacher who had sent her to be punished had made her stand in a corner while every girl in the room snickered or laughed outright. But there had only been a few minutes left to that class, and Nikki hadn't known how lucky she'd been to be put in a corner until her next teacher made her sit at her usual desk. She'd almost howled when the hard wooden seat came in contact with her tender bottom, and she'd instantly jumped to her feet again. "No, Ms. Egan, you won't be permitted to spend your time in this class standing up," Ms. Lansing, her teacher, had said while the other girls laughed at Nikki again. "Your behavior in my class has never been so perfect - or even ordinarily acceptable - that you deserve consideration now. If you don't take your seat as the other girls have done, I'll have to send you back to Mr. Harden for another session of discipline. After which, of course, you'll be sent back here where you'll have to sit down anyway. Do you really want that?" Nikki wouldn't have minded having more sex with Mr. Harden, but the thought of his using that strap on her again after the first session was one she couldn't bear. So she'd had to force herself to sit down, and even sitting as gingerly as possible hadn't helped. It was all she'd been able to do to keep herself from making small sounds to show how much it hurt to sit on that wooden seat, but somehow she'd managed. And she'd forced herself not to think about the incredible sex she'd had with Mr. Harden to keep herself from squirming. Squirming made sitting hurt even more… But that had been a week ago, and this time she'd been careful not to do anything to get herself sent to Mr. Harden until the school day was almost over. She'd spent most of the week dreaming about the best sex she'd ever had, and now she was ready to have the same again. Without needing to worry about going back to class afterwards… No one else waited on the bench outside Mr. Harden's office, so Nikki sat down with her impatience hopefully well concealed. If anyone came by she didn't want them to know that she couldn't wait to be called into Mr. Harden's office, or those prigs would probably find a different way to punish her. That was another reason she'd waited a week, talking herself into understanding that waiting a short while was better than having nothing to look forward to. As long as they all thought it really was punishment she was being given, no one would look for something else to do. Just before the wait became totally unbearable, the door to the office opened and Mr. Harden stepped out. He looked somewhat surprised to see Nikki, and then he shook his head. "I was hoping you'd learned your lesson last week, Nikki, but it looks like you didn't," Mr. Harden said as she stood up. "Most girls try to avoid a second session with me, but some are harder to reach than others. Let's see what we can do to make you uninterested in a third session." "I have a better idea," Nikki murmured as she walked past him into the office, touching him intimately again as she passed. "Why don't we see what we can do to make you unbend a little. You were wonderful last week, at the end there, at least, so let's forget about the first part and go directly to the second." Nikki had been walking in a way that's usually described as an open invitation, keeping her arms back so Mr. Harden would have no trouble seeing her body under the uniform. She also smiled while he closed the door, then went back to him and pressed her body against his. "Put your arms around me, Mr. Harden," she murmured as she leaned up in an effort to reach his lips. With her body right against his she could tell that he was already interested, and she wanted to run her hands through that long, dark red hair. "Since I don't have to go back to class, we can spend as much time together as we please." "I can see that you are being a little more careful than you were last week," Mr. Harden answered, looking down at her with those gorgeous gray eyes but not putting his arms around her and not letting her kiss him. "Or at least you think you're being more careful. Let's see if we can't teach you something about the best laid plans." Nikki didn't like that response, and she liked it even less when he pulled her arms off him where she held him around the waist and began to drag her along with him. "Why can't you be reasonable and just let us enjoy each other?" she demanded as he took her toward one of the office's closed doors. "What have you got against having fun?" "I haven't got anything against having fun," the man said as he opened the door and pulled her through the doorway. "I just prefer to have fun my way rather than someone else's. You'll let me know if you enjoy the time as much as I do, won't you?" Rather than answer, Nikki looked around at where she'd been taken. The room was a fairly large bathroom, and there was another door in the wall opposite the one they'd come through. Mr. Harden stopped to lock the door they'd come through and then put the key, which had been in the lock, into his pocket. He obviously wanted privacy, which immediately made Nikki feel better. It looked like he wasn't going to be stuffy after all. "Would you like me to take my clothes off now, or would you rather take them off?" Nikki asked in as sultry a voice as she could manage as she watched Mr. Harden walk to the sink. "Some men just want the clothes gone, and others want to do the undressing themselves. And then, of course, there are those who don't care whether you're dressed or not. I had the feeling you might be one of that kind." "Actually, I'm a different kind altogether," Mr. Harden said as he messed around at the sink while running the water. "A combination man, you might say, so don't do anything at all with your clothes. When I'm ready I'll take care of the necessary." "Why are you getting ready at the sink instead of finding us a bed to use?" Nikki asked, finally wondering what he could be doing. "I really don't understand how a man as gorgeous as you can be so strange. Any other man in your place would be all over me by now - " Nikki's words broke off when Mr. Harden turned away from the sink, letting her see what he'd been messing with. She gaped at what could only be a smaller version of standard enema paraphernalia, and then she broke and ran for the door. She pulled frantically at the doorknob three or four times before she remembered that the door had been locked, and by then it was too late to try the other door. Mr. Harden had followed her and now took her by the arm again. "Don't worry, Nikki, I intend to be all over you, just not in the way you expected," Mr. Harden said as he dragged her back toward the sink. "During the school day I don't have time to use this particular procedure, but as you pointed out the school day is now over. That means I can take as much time with you as I like." Nikki yelled and struggled as hard as she could, but that didn't keep her from being dragged to the commode where it stood next to the sink. Mr. Harden sat down on the closed commode seat and pulled her across his lap, and the next thing she knew her skirt was pulled up and her panties were being pulled down. Knowing she would be visiting Mr. Harden she'd put on her prettiest black satin panties, but he pulled them down to her knees as if they were nothing but plain white cotton. "I don't know if you've ever had an enema before, but if you have you'll find this time different," Mr. Harden said, ignoring her yelling and struggles. "You were sent to me to be punished, not to be cleaned out, so we'll emphasize the first of that rather than the second." Nikki had no idea what he was talking about, but before she could ask a screech was forced out of her when the end of the apparatus was inserted between her nether cheeks. An instant later there was warm water being forced into her bottom, and that made her screech even louder. If someone came in to see what was being done to her she would have been horribly embarrassed, but she still would have used the opportunity to escape. Only no one came or even knocked on the door, and then that thing was withdrawn from her bottom - only to be replaced with something else! "No, now, the cork isn't going to be coming out of you yet," Mr. Harden said when she fought to reach the thing he'd put in her bottom and take it out again. "Just how quickly the cork is removed depends on you, meaning, of course, on your behavior. You'll be allowed to stand up again in another minute or two, but first you need to be given another part of your punishment." Nikki was too frantic over the way she was already beginning to feel the presence of the warm water inside her - not to mention the cork in her bottom - to know what the man was talking about. But a moment later she didn't have to wonder any longer. Something hit her bottom hard enough to make her howl and jump, and Mr. Harden chuckled. "This wooden ruler is more thin and flexible than thick, but it usually does the job," he said as another hard stroke reached Nikki's seat. "You won't be getting the whole spanking right now, just part of it, and you'll find out why in a little while." All Nikki could do was howl every time the ruler struck her bottom, but after the seventh or eighth stroke the spanking stopped. Nikki's seat hurt, of course, but not nearly as badly as it had the first time Mr. Harden had spanked her, and a moment later he'd pulled her panties back up and her skirt back down and then put her on her feet. "No, you won't be touching yourself in any way, so stop trying to pull away from me," Mr. Harden said as he stood, keeping her from freeing her wrists from his hands. "We'll be going on to the next phase of your punishment, but if you don't stop behaving badly you'll get more of a taste of the ruler before we do move on. Do you want more of a spanking right now? Whatever else you get now will be an addition to what's waiting for you, not just an advance payment." "No, I don't want more now," Nikki forced herself to say as she also forced herself to stop fighting. "But you don't understand how terrible I feel! That water, and that cork, not to mention how my bottom aches! Please, Mr. Harden, please let me - " "No, Nikki, no matter what it is you want to do, you won't be doing it," Mr. Harden interrupted before Nikki could finish begging. "The cork will stay in you until you ask properly to have it removed, and until then there's a place for you to wait. Right this way." He took her arm and headed for the second door out of the bathroom, and Nikki made small squeaking noises from being made to walk. She felt absolutely horrible, but it was perfectly clear that the miserable man wasn't yet through with her. The second door led into a large bedroom, obviously what was his bedroom. A double bed stood against the wall to the left with a small desk straight ahead, but that was all Nikki had a chance to see. She was taken to the right by the hand on her arm, where a wooden stool stood in front of the wall. "This is where you'll spend your waiting time," Mr. Harden said, gesturing to the stool. "You're to look nowhere but the wall straight ahead of you, and you're not to speak until you're ready to say what I want to hear." The stool looked terrible enough, but Mr. Harden quickly made the situation even worse. He reached around to pull up Nikki's skirt again, yanked down her panties, then lifted her onto the stool after making sure her skirt was out of the way. She would be sitting on her bare bottom on the stool, and there weren't even any rungs she could put her feet against to help ease the position! Nikki was too busy gasping and mewling to say anything at all, not to mention ask questions. Sitting on the hard stool didn't hurt as much as sitting at her desk had the week before, but the wooden seat against her bottom made her remember every stroke of that hard ruler. And sitting like that made sure the cork between her nether cheeks would have no chance to come out… "I'm sure you're wondering what I'll be waiting to hear, so I'll tell you," Mr. Harden said as Nikki fought not to squirm where she sat. "You were a very naughty girl today, so I'll be waiting to hear you admit that and ask me to give you a really hard spanking in punishment. The cork won't come out of you until you've had that spanking, or at least it had better not. If the cork does come out you'll find more and hotter water being put into you after your wrists are tied, and then you'll be made to wait a length of time I decide is proper after you're given a larger taste of the ruler. I'm a very patient man, so you really don't want to wait anything like that long." Nikki was totally appalled, shock keeping her quiet so long that Mr. Harden moved away from her. She could hear him walking to that desk and sitting down behind it, but she didn't dare turn to see him do it. She was supposed to ask to be spanked because she'd been naughty? Just as if she were a small child instead of a grown woman? She couldn't do that, she just couldn't, and not only because she didn't want to be spanked again. The humiliation would be killing awful… But it didn't take very long before the true state of affairs forced itself through to Nikki's attention. The water put into Nikki was doing its work, and slowly but surely the need to relieve herself increased. The squirming she'd managed to stop started again, and this time she couldn't make it stop. She needed to use the bathroom very badly, and there was nothing on the plain, blank wall in front of her to distract her from the need. She had to go, but before she could she'd have to - Trying to tough it out proved to be another bad idea. The longer Nikki waited the worse she felt, but how could she ask to be spanked? Her bottom still hurt from the few strokes she'd already been given, but - "Please, Mr. Harden, I was very naughty today," Nikki suddenly found herself saying desperately. "I've earned a good spanking, and I'd like you to give it to me now." "And I certainly will, Nikki, as soon as I finish what I'm doing," Mr. Harden answered, words that widened Nikki's eyes. "Just be patient and I'll be right with you." Nikki couldn't believe that she'd have to wait even longer, but the point was quickly proven. Her squirming had increased to the point where the stool began to squeak in protest before Mr. Harden appeared beside her, and then she was lifted down from the stool. It was then she noticed that Mr. Harden had brought a chair with him, and a moment later he was seated in the chair with Nikki draped over his lap again. "Being a naughty girl isn't the fun some people think it is," Mr. Harden said as he raised Nikki's skirt again. "It's actually no fun at all for the girl, a truth some girls take a while to learn. If you don't get the message this time, I'll have to get really creative when you're sent to my office again." Nikki found it impossible to make herself ask what he meant by "really creative," and then all extraneous thoughts were gone with the first stroke of that ruler. The stroke hurt more this time because Nikki's bottom was starting out tender, but howling and yowling and screaming and kicking did nothing to stop the spanking. Each stroke reached her seat as hard as or harder than the last, again and again and again until the tears ran down Nikki's face in a stream. She also had no choice about the kicking even though she would have preferred to stay absolutely still, the water inside her making the preference more of a need. But she couldn't hold still, and that increased the need to the point of near insanity. At first Nikki didn't know it when the spanking was over. Her bottom hurt so much she thought she would never stop crying, and then she was suddenly back on her feet. Her panties were still down and just above her knees, but she was made to walk like that all the way to the bathroom with a big hand on her arm making it happen. Walking was horrible for more than one reason, and then her arm was let go. "I'll leave you to relieve yourself in privacy," Mr. Harden said above her sobbing. "You still have a small lecture coming, so when you're through come back into the next room." Nikki was already in the midst of opening the commode seat and raising her skirt so she could crouch over the device before removing that cork. Once she did remove the cork everything came out of her in a stream, bringing relief that was exquisite in spite of her not being able to sit down on the seat. An unmeasured time passed like that before Nikki was able to think about anything else, and then there was only one thing for her to think about. Mr. Harden wanted her to come back into his bedroom, supposedly for a lecture. But was lecturing her all he meant to do? Her body was now desperate for a different kind of relief, but she didn't know if she would get it. She would have to go back into that room not knowing, and that was the worst punishment yet. Would he give her the sex she needed? Would he…? * When Tor saw that the dream was over, he gently removed the Dreamer from Chayara's head while she lay with her eyes closed. He'd found out too late that he'd used the wrong dream the first time, but this time he'd hopefully done better. He needed to show the girl that there was every reason not to be a slut, and then she might actually listen to reason. He didn't really want to do to her the kind of things that had been done in the dream, but he couldn't refuse to give her whatever kind of help she required to come back to reality. Simply making love to her would be his first choice, but he couldn't do that if she kept taking the lovemaking in the wrong way. So his only question now was, what would be her reaction when she came out of the dream? Would she be ready to hear the truth, or would she still need some convincing…?
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