Sylina Tesch screamed in helpless pleasure as the lash wrapped around her torso, the frayed end expertly kissing her nipple. How long had her Setti captors been at this? Hours? Days? It had all become a blur of pleasure and pain and endless aching desire. She’d lost track of the orgasms she’d been denied and the ways they’d tormented her. If the interdimensional portal hadn’t depleted her energy, the bastards never would have gotten her into restraints. As it was, she could only bide her time, waiting for her levels to replenish and her control to stabilize.

“If you don’t tell me what he wants to know, I’ve been ordered to kill you -- slowly.” This one was by far the best. Was he number four or five? She honestly couldn’t remember. His elongated neck and dramatically tapered torso hinted at Setti blood. A geometric pattern started on his hairless scalp and expanded across his broad chest. His slim hips and long legs made her wonder what other species had contributed to his genealogy.

“I’ve told you everything there is to tell.” Every time she recovered enough to attempt a compulsion, he overloaded her senses and she hovered near unconsciousness again. If he would just let her come!

With a masterful flick of his wrist, Number Five sent his lash in the opposite direction, tweaking her other nipple. She gasped and her breasts quivered. The snap had been much lighter this time. Gods, he was good with a whip. He’d push the intensity right to the razor’s edge of pain, where no pleasure existed, then he’d ease back and let her burn. Her buttocks tingled and her mound stung from recent kisses, and still she longed for more.

“Where is Garret?” he asked, his tone almost casual.

The cables attached to her leather manacles spread her arms and legs wide, dragging her to her toes and keeping her off balance. Sweat rolled down her trembling body, mixing with rivulets of blood and the pearly essence of her treacherous arousal. Her pussy ached as it had never ached before. The slightest hint of penetration would send her rocketing, which was why he wouldn’t touch her dripping cunt.

“Garret is dead,” she panted. “I told you that hours ago. I used the portal in his hideout to escape during the attack. I’d watched him activate it once before, but didn’t realize where it would take me.”

Five looped the whip around her neck and pinched both her nipples as he leered into her eyes. “Then why would you step through?”

“Because they would have killed me. The risk of death is better then the certainty of it. Wouldn’t you agree?”

A slow, menacing smile parted his lips, revealing a double row of pointed teeth. “You’ve got some spirit left. I’m glad. The Midox just gave me permission to fuck you and there is nothing more repulsive than a terrified female.” He took the whip from around her neck, dragging the entire length against her skin in an extended caress. “Your scent has been driving me crazy since we began.”

He still wore his pants. As long as he kept his cock -- and any other Setti appendage -- away from her, she was in no danger of addiction. A good, hard orgasm would give her the control she needed to make her move.

His gaze narrowed as his fingers played through her sodden folds. She moaned, far beyond pride or embarrassment. He’d taken her to the edge over and over, then left her desperate for release.

“You are so fucking wet. I think you like being my prisoner.” Pushing the handle of his whip between her legs, he rotated the smooth leather grip until the entire length was coated with cream. “Where shall I put this?” He moved one arm behind her and slid the whip across her opening. Back and forth, back and forth, he rubbed the handle against her, without thrusting into her.

“Oh gods, just let me come.” She gritted out the words between clenched teeth.

Circling her core with the rounded tip of the handle, he smirked. “Shall I fuck you and then infuse you or shall we play a little more?” Her eyes widened as he relocated the grip, guiding the slick, knob into place against her other hole.

“Please, don’t.” She saw the ruthlessness in his eyes and knew it was useless.

“But you want to come, don’t you?” Capturing her clit between his thumb and forefinger, he pressed, increasing the pressure as he drove the handle up her ass. She cried out and twisted her hips. Her frantic motion only tugged against his brutal grasp, increasing the pressure on her delicate flesh.

“Come!” he snapped. “It’s the only chance you’ll get.”