Never Submit! The Swarii Brides, Book One (22 page)

Chapter Ten

Graham opened the suitcase as he watched her slowly bend over the tub, her toes barely touching the ground. She gave a loud sob or two, frightened and miserable.

“Please, just forgive me!” she cried when she heard him run the water, not able to fathom what he was planning, but knowing in her bones she was going to hate it.

“I forgive you,” he said simply. “I’m just disciplining you, sweetheart.”

“
Please
stop it!” she begged, wondering how he could even think she needed more punishment. Her bottom had to be as red as a tomato by now—it couldn’t get any more spanked, could it?

“This is for your own good,” he replied just as he put a little bit of lube on his finger. He walked over with the prepared enema and then reached between her round, squirming bottom cheeks and rubbed the lube onto her puckered little anus.

Her whole body went rigid, and her face quickly became just as red as her bottom. This was
not
okay. Her vagina he could do with what he wanted, but her bottom was still
hers
. “No,
no
!” she said, suddenly trying to stand up.

“Eleanor!” he barked, pushing her back down with his elbow.

She made a miserable whining and squeaking sound, and then another when his lubed finger delved into her small, tight anus. “Please,
please
…” she begged. But it did no good. His finger retracted and in its place came the lubricated nozzle of the enema bag.

The beginning part of the nozzle was smaller than his finger. But as he pressed it farther in, she realized it was stretching her anus wider and wider. The ring of her anus began to burn and sear with the stretching. “Noo!” she groaned past her clenched teeth.

“You’re okay,” Graham cooed at her as he watched her body try to clench and repel the object from her. He wouldn’t let it. “Relax like a good girl.” Her body showed no sign of relaxing—she continued to stubbornly clench down on the nozzle. He gave her a quick, stern slap across one bottom cheek. “Relax,” he ordered.

She sobbed, but slowly relaxed, letting the nozzle get deeper and deeper inside of her. Finally, she felt something warm with a soapy sort of burn fill her bowels. She gasped and tried to stand up and get away again, but Graham held her where she was.

“Please, please let me up. Make it stop,” she pleaded, becoming quite concerned that she was going to have an accident—she certainly felt a sense of urgency. She wondered if she had ever been so fully exposed, so humiliated. Not even Jazeel had ever done
this
to her. It was said that Peyton would give a punishment enema every now and then at the palace, but she had never seen one.  She had barely believed the rumors at the time, but she now understood why the punishment had been mentioned with such trepidation.

“I know it doesn’t feel very good, Baby. But as my mother used to say, ‘A good cleansing never hurt anyone.’”

Eleanor took that moment to hate Graham’s dead mother. Obviously she had never actually had a cleansing. No one could say that it didn’t hurt. The cramping alone was miserable, let alone the pain due to the stretching of her anus.

It seemed she was bent over forever, even after the entire contents of the enema bag had flowed into her. It took so long that she wondered if it was poetic justice for how sick she had made Fie—he’d been sick for hours and hours, and although she didn’t actually have the nozzle in for anywhere near that long, it certainly seemed like it.

Finally, she felt him slowly pull out the nozzle, and there was the numbing sensation of her anus being relieved of pressure. The cramping seemed even worse as she tried to hold the soapy liquid inside of her. “You can go relieve yourself now,” he said.

She stood up and walked to the toilet, but then looked up at him like she was very surprised, and very confused, to see him still standing there. “Can I have… a moment?” she begged, her teeth still gritted.

“No. This is a punishment enema—you don’t get the luxury of privacy here, just do your business so we can finish up.”

She swallowed and whined like a little unhappy Chihuahua, but eventually gave up and gently lowered herself onto the toilet seat. She didn’t look at him—not even his feet—as the soapy fluid in her bowels left her body.

She put her head in her hands. It was the most embarrassing moment of her life.

Ellie couldn’t imagine a way that the moment could get any worse. But then, after he made her stand up and then cleaned some lingering soapy fluid from her anus, he bent her back over the tub. At this point, her knees were shaking. She couldn’t believe that the punishment wasn’t over. “Please, I’m sorry. I’ll never do anything remotely stupid for the rest of my LIFE. I swear! I’ll do anything you like, anything you want, anything,
anything
!”

“Relax. This is just a test Fie suggested,” he explained, but he didn’t seem very sympathetic to her sobbing. “This goes fast.”

Before she could ask about ‘what tests’, she felt something very metallic, very smooth, and very cold rubbed against her clitoris. Ellie cried out when she felt it, embarrassed by how swollen her clit was, how tender she felt. Her flesh nearly throbbed. But then the smooth phallus-like object pressed into her.  Once it was deep in her vagina, she felt it begin to expand. Her toe scraped against the floor, but Graham pushed her forward and held her in place by putting one of his large hands around her thigh.

She felt the cold object continue growing larger, even as it remained deep inside her, and she groaned nervously. But suddenly, the machine beeped. Slowly, it returned to normal size, and Graham pulled it out. He hummed and she heard him squiggle something on his electronic tablet. Then she heard him put that down and she felt him rummaging around for something else.

Then she felt his warm fingers pressing into her bottom again, re-lubing the entrance. “Please, no… I’ll be good, I’ll be good, I’ll be good...” she said quietly, when she realized what he was doing. She was being tested for elasticity—there was a machine trying to decide how much she could be stretched during a sexual session. At first the device was about equal in size to the enema nozzle, but it grew rapidly to the size of the anal plug with which Jazeel had punished her. Again, there was a beeping sound, and the pressure subsided.

She took a deep breath, hoping that was all over, but then a more plastic, smooth, room-temperature object pressed against her bottom’s entrance. It was lubed, but she still clenched her bottom tightly when it tried to penetrate.

Graham sighed. “Ellie, the sooner this is done, the sooner it’ll be over,” he reasoned, feeling the resistance from her clenched anus. 

“You’re not putting a plug in me!” she sobbed defiantly.

“You need to be stretched to accommodate my girth, Ellie,” he replied wearily.

She gasped. “I don’t
want
to accommodate your girth! Ohh!” she squeaked miserably as he continued to push it into her. It was obviously cone-shaped; it was slender near the tip, but the further he pushed it in, the more the tender ring of her anus stretched. “Eeeep!” came her shrill squeak, and her hand went back to stop him.

He caught her hand, and began to pull out the plug gently. He did that again—pushed it all the way in, and pulled it all the way out.

She cried at how ashamed she was—she never wanted Graham to see this much of her, all her worst parts. The parts she’d learned to keep under cover since childhood. Now she was writhing against an anal plug slightly larger than the one she’d felt last week, the one that had made her so miserable. Her pussy continued to throb sorely. She brought her head up, suddenly feeling her muscles all lock.

She screamed again, but this one was shallower, more guttural. She was having an orgasm. Her body was shaking in violent jerks, but Graham held down her waist and continued pressing the plug in and out of her. Her scream turned into a groan that turned into a moan, which turned into breathy pants.

Finally, she was silent again, a victim of his continued movements until finally, he pulled out the plug.  That caused his wife to give a heavy, relieved sigh, but then she continued sobbing as she curled her toes pathetically against the cold floor.

Her legs were shaking and she just wanted to sink into the floor and die. She recognized the inane cliché of what had happened… She was taken on board a mothership and probed by a giant alien. His large hands pulled her onto her feet, and walked her back into the bedroom and over to the corner, where he tugged the bottom of her skirt into the top hem and then took her hands and placed them onto the top of her head.

“Don’t move,” he instructed, and then he walked back into the bathroom.

She leaned into her corner and sniffled, listening to the sounds of Graham cleaning off his instruments, and then at the sound of him scribbling up a report, probably sending the results right over to Fie, who no doubt had been smiling earlier simply because he knew what awaited her when they got to the ship.

Eventually, she heard the door of the bathroom open. She pressed herself further into the corner as she felt Graham’s eyes on the back of her neck. “Do you understand what you need to do from now on?” he asked flatly. She didn’t answer—he only heard a sniffle. “Eleanor? What do good girls
do
?”

It sounded utterly pedantic, and she didn’t respond. He put his hand on her arm and slowly turned her around to face him. He put a thick finger under her chin and lifted her gaze up to him. “They obey, don’t they?”

She was angry, and it was obvious what about. She was humiliated, and hurt. It was the expression of someone who suddenly realized that they weren’t married to prince charming; they were married to someone who would punish disobedience thoroughly.

“They obey,” she finally said, her voice quiet and raspy, as if her throat was sore.
Just crawl up into the fetal position,
that annoying, new submissive side was saying.
Apologize again
.
Promise to be a good girl. You want to be a good girl, anyway. You don’t want him angry with you.
She nearly shook her head in response. No, no. She wasn’t too sorry. She was just sloppy with her execution, she decided. She’d never be so sloppy again. “I can’t believe you punished me so much,” she rattled quietly, her body trying to shrink out of his hold.

“It’s because I love you so damn much, woman!” he said, letting go of her body quickly and crossing the room with exasperation. “It’s not because I’m sadistic. Trust me, I’d rather just hump the living need of day out of you. That’s what I
feel
like doing,” he divulged. He then leaned forward threateningly, raising his eyebrows. “But I can’t. Unless you want to be
stretched
some more? Because as soon as ‘bad girl’ sex is available, don’t think I won’t use it.”

Her cheeks flushed again. She couldn’t imagine his cock fitting up her bottom. She couldn’t imagine anything bigger at all going up there. If you’d asked her earlier, she would have said that she didn’t think the latest plug could go up there, either. She stared at the ground, angry but not wanting to be punished further—she felt sore all over, inside and out, already.

“Our relationship isn’t
normal
, is it?” she grumbled. “No way would an actual Swarii woman be okay with anything you just did to me.”

“Of course she would. She’d probably have seen it coming a little better than I guess you did,” he admitted.  “Because this is pretty common… Pop suggested I just keep the plug in for a few hours, but it’s your first anal punishment, and since Jazeel did something similar, I—”

“
Jack
suggested that?” she interrupted, horrified. “Why is he
evil
? I thought he liked me!” 

“He loves you, Ellie. You can tell,” Graham assured, stepping close to her to put his hands on her arms and to rub them soothingly. “When he and my mother had the union, she was quite a handful, supposedly. He just wants to spread the wealth of his wisdom… Like he always does…” He grinned, as if he had just made an inside joke that she was going to soon understand.

Ellie felt the edges of her mouth going up—for some reason, even with her ass throbbing inside and out, the obvious fact that Graham thought of his father as his biggest rival amused her.  She didn’t want Graham to see her smile, however, so she pressed her face into his chest.

He pressed her tighter to him. “Are you giving me affection, or are you cold?” he finally asked after letting her hug him in silence for a while. “Either one’s fine. I was just hoping that since I have to dress you in something warmer, you’ll let me give that skirt you’re wearing a nice farewell.”

Ah, sexual references. She had wondered, deep down, how long Graham could go after shoving things up her vagina and anus before he restarted the sexual festivities. The strange thing was, she wanted it, too. Through the burning and soreness, she was still somehow aroused. Maybe it was his smell that kept her from being angry with him for too long—he smelt so good…

“As long as you don’t share the details with your
father
,” she replied simply, craning her neck to look up at him. “Or ask for his
advice
afterward.”

“I couldn’t agree more,” he purred, plucking up her skirt with his fingers. Little did she know, but as he hiked up her skirt the mirror on the dresser was giving him an excellent view of her naked, bright-red bottom. “I plan to explore you enough that people will be lining up to ask
me
advice on how one thoroughly makes love to one’s wife.”

“So, you plan to be a professional in this?” she purred, her cheeks suddenly blushing with lust instead of embarrassment.

“Well, I need to study first,” he smirked, and pulled her over to the chair he had sat on during her spanking earlier. “Come sit on my lap, you naughty girl. We have research to do.”

* * *

Ellie was exhausted.  She was mentally tired from learning the Swarii language, but she was finally getting quite fluent in it after three months. It was the middle of the afternoon but, even though she mocked the theory that she needed an afternoon nap, there she was, hitting the sofa in the officers’ lounge like it was a featherbed.