Three Square Meals Ch. 051

"Additionally, there are a number of behaviour modifications in their DNA, which are patterned in a similar fashion to those I found in Jade's genetic makeup. This is more wild speculation, but I suspect that they are predisposed to be drawn to Progenitors, finding them very attractive, and making them more obedient and compliant for domination," the tawny haired brunette had said animatedly.

John had then smiled and said, "Irillith certainly doesn't strike me as obedient and compliant."

Rachel laughed and shrugged as she said, "Well it's just a working theory. It's possible that by inheriting this 'Eldritch Bloodline', Irillith has been made immune to the standard behaviour modification."

Irillith fumbled blindly for the buttons on her armoured vambrace, desperate to turn it off, and not wanting to hear any more. She sat on the bed in shock, feeling sick to her stomach, as she tried to absorb everything the Terran woman had so clinically laid out about her people. The Maliri were designed to serve. They were made to be a slave race... breeding stock for the Progenitors to use on a whim. The cold, brutal nature of it all rang with a simple truth, and Irillith shied away from that awful realisation lest she go mad.

She huddled herself in a ball, and thought frantically about how she could get away from the Mael'nerak. Suddenly and with dreadful clarity, her conflicted feelings towards him made terrifying sense. She knew in her heart that she was not immune to the behaviour modification built into her DNA, which the Terran woman had so cheerfully described. By merely being in his presence, she knew she was being betrayed by her own body, drawn towards him like some kind of hapless moth to an insidious flame.

Irillith knew without a doubt that she would never last three weeks on this ship before falling under his thrall. Even now she was fighting an inner struggle with herself, trying to resist activating the archived footage of him taking his women. She knew she would watch transfixed, wishing it were her screaming with ecstasy while he ravaged her. This left her only one option, and even thinking about that was alarmingly difficult.

Her train of thought was suddenly interrupted, as the comm device to her room chimed softly. She got up and walked over to it in a daze, and she reached out to press the softly glowing orange button, which was blinking intermittently.

"Yes, what is it?" she asked, feeling numb.

"Come up to the Briefing Room. We need to talk," John ordered her sternly, and she flinched when she heard his voice.

Staggering over to the bed, she sat down clumsily, her mind in a whirl as she stared blankly into the distance. Irillith wracked her brain for options, trying to think of any excuse to avoid being in his presence for a moment longer, but she came up with nothing. She reached instinctively for her armoured vambrace, but paused and decided to leave it hooked up to the hacking portal. That way the AI could trawl the video archives for more images of John fucking his wom-. She shook her head, and corrected herself quickly. Of course, she was just sending the AI to find more footage of them talking.

Irillith rose unsteadily to her feet, and walked out of her quarters, heading reluctantly towards the grav-tube. She ascended in the blue glow, and walked with heavy steps across the Bridge, until she stopped outside the Briefing Room. Taking a deep breath to steady her nerves, she tried to get a grip on herself. Straightening her shoulders, she set her features in a confident expression; a comfortable mask to control her fear that she'd worn many times before. She pressed the button next to the door, and strolled inside imperiously.

John, and all the girls were waiting in the briefing room, their faces looking sombre and serious. As they were normally so jovial, it was all the more shocking to see them appearing so dour.

"Thank you for joining us, Irillith, please sit down," John said, gesturing to an empty chair.

Something about this whole setup felt like they were judging her, and she could feel her anger flare as she saw the disapproving looks from these girls that were so beneath her. The anger felt good, and it helped her clear her mind, keeping her focused.

Refusing his offer, she snapped, "I'm fine, I'll stand. So, what are you wasting my time with now?"

John rose from his chair and walked around the table towards her, studying her face intently as he said, "We know what you've been up to."

John nodded towards Dana, and the redhead pressed a button on a remote, which brought up log-file entries. Irillith's heart leapt to her throat when she saw they listed her most recent access to the video camera archives. She stared at them wide-eyed, astonished that she could have been so clumsy to leave any kind of trace. Was she really that distracted that she could have been so sloppy?

Irillith felt a sudden surge of relief at not having to hide any more, and she threw her head back, laughing contemptuously. She looked up at him and snarled, "So what? Your security was so pitiful, it practically begged me to cut through it!"

John's eyes narrowed as he said, "I don't care about that, but I warned you before not to take out your anger on the girls."

Irillith sneered at him and challenged him derisively, "What are you going to do? You can't do anything to me, you spineless worm! You need me for this deal with my mother!"

He shook his head in disbelief and said heatedly, "You are by far the most malignant bitch I've ever met!"

Irillith's violet eyes flashed with rage, and her hand whipped out and slapped him across the face. The ringing slap echoed around the sudden deathly silence of the room, broken a second later by a feral snarl. The Terran girls were about to launch themselves at Irillith, murderous expressions on their faces. At his sharp look, the girls held themselves in check, and he turned back to glare at Irillith, his face filled with a cold fury.

He reached out and grabbed her arm, shocking her with his steely grip. "Take your fucking hands off me!" she said furiously, trying to twist free.

With his other hand, John reached into his pocket, and produced a small black device that she instantly recognised as a Maliri holo-projector. He pressed a button, and then placed it on the table as he sat down in the vacant chair in front of her. The image of her mother, Edraele Valaden suddenly appeared above the cylindrical device, and seemed to be staring at Irillith with amused eyes.

Irillith was so stunned to see the holo image of her mother, she didn't resist as John dragged her towards him, but she was abruptly snapped out of her daze, when he pulled her across his knee. She tried to struggle free, but he had gathered her arms behind her back, and held her down across his knees, pinning her in place with his irresistible strength. She was totally defenceless like this, and she couldn't ever remember feeling so utterly helpless.

"Let me go you fucking Neanderthal!" she screamed in fury, tinged with more than a little fear.

The image of her mother began to speak, and Edraele said somewhat smugly, "I, Matriarch Edraele Valaden am transferring my authority over Irillith to you, John Blake. You may -discipline- my daughter as though she were part of your own crew."

Irillith gaped at the smiling image of her mother, and she blurted out, "She set this up! This was all her doing, she planned it all along!"

She gasped in shock when John suddenly yanked down her trousers, exposing her pert blue bottom to the air. A second later she felt a stinging smack on her rump as he brought his hand down, and spanked her firmly on her right buttock. Her body trembled with the impact, and her eyes were wide with disbelief, as she felt the tingling of the nerve endings in her asscheek.

John pulled back his hand, and brought it down on the other cheek a moment later, and she shrieked with the indignity of it, as she looked up at the grim faces of the girls standing around her. Finally, her eyes settled on the face of her mother, Edraele Valaden, the image of her gloating smile frozen when the message ended. Irillith's eyes narrowed with hate, and as John's hand came down a third time, she swore with every last fibre of her being that she would have her revenge on Matriarch Valaden.

Lifting his hand back to spank Irillith's glowing rump a fourth time, John hesitated a moment, as he looked at her back. She was pinned firmly in place, but her top had ridden up as she had wriggled around, trying to free herself. Instead of tanning her bottom again, he grabbed the edge of her top and peeled it back, revealing more of her light blue skin. Her back was a latticework of tiny, almost imperceptible scars, the hundreds of overlapping marks telling a tale of decades of abuse. He was suddenly sharply reminded of the Maliri woman he'd seen writhing in agony, as she was flogged with a neural whip back on Valaden. The sound of that woman's excruciating screams had chilled him to the bone.

The fingertips of his right hand traced gently over that intricate patchwork of scars, which marred her otherwise smooth azure skin, and all his anger dissipated as quickly as it had arrived. Heaving a sigh, he pulled up her trousers and released her, letting her struggle free from his grip.

Irillith got to her feet in a flash, her eyes glowering with fury at being manhandled in such a way. Her temper flared, and she was about to lash out at John again, but something in his expression halted her in her tracks. He looked at her sadly, and she abruptly realised what it was. John felt sorry for her, and that look of pity was like a lance through her heart. Her eyes filled up, and she sobbed dejectedly, then ran from the room with tears streaming down her face.

Rachel's expression softened, and she glanced over at the door, before saying hesitantly, "Should I go and check on her? Make sure she's alright?"

John stood up and shook his head as he said, "She'll be okay. I was much gentler with her than I have been with you girls in the past. She isn't enhanced the way you are."

Jade walked around to Rachel and said quietly, "Irillith was crying because she was humiliated and ashamed, not because she was in physical pain. Besides, you saw all those scars on her back. Compared to the agony she must have endured getting those, a brief spanking would have been nothing."

John glanced over at Dana and said quietly, "We're going to have to contain her for the rest of the trip. Can you come up with something?"

Dana met his gaze, and nodded solemnly.

***

John and Alyssa entered the Engineering Bay an hour later. Dana waved to them as they walked into the room, and when he spotted the device in her hand, he raised an eyebrow curiously.

"Are you sure you aren't getting some kind of revenge?" he asked the redhead warily as they strolled over to join her.

Dana shook her head, and replied, "Irillith hacked the video footage in her room, and set up fake images. She's a much better programmer than I am, so I have no idea if she has a backup plan, which kicks in when I shut down her fake feeds. We can't trust the cameras to keep an eye on her, and this device is the only way to stop her roaming around the ship. I've set up a force field in the corridor by the grav-tube, and that will prevent this device from passing."

She handed the metallic object over to him, and John frowned as he studied it, and said, "What if she won't wear it?"

Dana produced a set of handcuffs which she jangled merrily, and she grinned at him wickedly as she said, "I made these as a backup plan." She then held out her hands, crossed at the wrist, and smiled at him mischievously as she asked, "Want to give them a try?"

John chuckled and replied regretfully, "Some other time maybe, but we better go and restrain our guest. I don't want to leave Jade stuck keeping an eye on her for too long."

The redhead pouted, then leaned in to give him a kiss, and said airily, "Give Irillith my kindest regards."

John and Alyssa left Dana to her work, and strolled down the corridor to the grav-tube, then ascended the three levels to Deck Four. The door to Irillith's quarters was left open, and Jade was standing outside, darting looks into the room.

When John walked up to her, he asked, "Any problems?"

The Nymph shook her head and said softly, "She had already stopped crying when I arrived down here, but she's just been lying on her bed since then."

He nodded, and strolled into her room. Irillith's violet eyes flickered to the door when he walked inside, and she flushed, sitting upright on the bed. John walked over towards her, and she glanced away from him, refusing to meet his gaze.

"Irillith, you'll be confined to quarters for the rest of the trip," John told her quietly. "With this device, you'll be able to move freely throughout this deck, but I'm restricting your access to the rest of the ship."

She pointedly looked away to her left, not looking at him, or acknowledging anything he had said. John frowned, and said in a sterner voice, "Irillith, look at me."

The Maliri woman did so grudgingly, and he saw her eyes flare when she saw the device in his hand. She blustered angrily, "There's no way you're putting that on me!"

John lifted the thin metallic collar in his hand, and replied, "We lost the brig on the Invictus when Deck Eight was removed in the Cargo Bay refit. Until we set up a new one, it's either the collar, or I seal you in an airlock for the rest of the journey."

Irillith darted a worried glance Alyssa's way, then reluctantly said, "Alright, I agree."

He paused before stepping forward to fit the collar in place, and said, "We're going to need to confiscate your gear as well. You'll just hack your way into our systems again if we leave it with you."

The Maliri woman started to rise, her expression furious, and he quickly cut her off before she could object, saying placatingly, "I promise we won't tamper with any of it. I know how angry you are about us 'acquiring' Maliri technology already, so I swear we won't try to reverse engineer any of your gear."

Irillith glared at him, studying the sincere expression on his face. She heard nothing but honesty in his words and the inflection of his voice, but she surprised herself when she sat down again slowly, and nodded her agreement hesitantly. Jade walked into the room, and carefully picked up the armoured vambrace that was connected to the hacking portal. Irillith flinched when the Nymph touched the incredibly precious hacking deck, but she bit back her desire to snatch the device out of the green-skinned girl's hands.

"You can take that case, it's got all my gear in it," Irillith said in a subdued voice, as she pointed towards one of her floating cases. She then glanced at the second case, and added, "The other one just contains clothing."

Jade nodded, and walked over to the levitating luggage, then pushed the first case out of the room, whilst carefully carrying the vambrace and hacking portal under her arm. Alyssa walked over to the second case, and stared at Irillith pointedly as she asked, "Mind if I have a look?"

Irillith rolled her eyes, then got up and pressed a cleverly concealed button on the side of the case, which made it swing open silently. Neatly folded inside were many of the well-tailored long dresses that the Maliri favoured, as well as several pairs of close fitting trousers and tops, along with a few pairs of shoes. Alyssa methodically searched through the garments, then glanced at John, nodding with satisfaction that there was nothing untoward hidden inside.

Irillith had sat back down on the edge of her bed as she watched Alyssa's inspection, and her eyes darted to John when he stepped towards her, holding the thin metal collar in his hand. She glanced at it fearfully for a moment, before sitting up straight and staring up at him, raising her chin defiantly.

She sneered with contempt as she said, "Fine, collar me then. Hurry up and get it over with."

She tilted her head back slightly, exposing her long, graceful neck, and her violet eyes locked with his, staring at him with a fierce intensity. He brought the collar up to her throat, and his hands brushed lightly against her as he fitted it into place, locking it with a soft click. Her skin felt deliciously smooth and soft against the back of his fingers, and Irillith drew in her breath sharply at his accidental touch. He was entranced by the sight of her full lips parting slightly, and her pupils flared with arousal as she gazed up at him intently. He found he was holding his breath with anticipation, as he stared back into those entrancing violet eyes that drew him in so alluringly.

John quickly turned, breaking eye contact with her, and strode purposefully from the room. He had decided to put as much distance between them as possible, before he did something he really regretted. Alyssa had been carefully watching this whole silent exchange between them, and she let him pass without comment, then followed after him as he breezed past her out into the corridor. His breathing was laboured as he struggled to regain control over himself, his heart pounding in his chest as he stood outside Irillith's room. Alyssa slipped her hand through his, and she squeezed his fingers gently, before leading him away from temptation.

John was entirely wrapped up in his thoughts as he followed along after her, so he was surprised when he suddenly realised he was on Deck Two, and that she was leading him into their bedroom. Alyssa guided him over to the bed, then she sat down in front of him, and freed her hand from his to reach for his trousers.

"What are you doing?" he asked her, startled.

Alyssa unzipped his trousers with precise, well practiced movements of her slender fingers, and she pulled out his hard cock, which throbbed angrily in her grasp. He groaned as she parted her lips, and slowly enveloped his throbbing head with her hot little mouth.

*Close your eyes, and pretend that you're down there, pushing your cock between those full lips of hers,* she urged him.

John was shocked, and he stared down at her as she sucked eagerly on him, swirling her tongue over his head. He shuddered for a moment before he thought back to her, *I appreciate the gesture, but you don't have to do that.*

Alyssa pulled his cock out of her mouth, and kissed the end as she stared at him. She then mirrored Irillith's actions, tilting her head back defiantly, exposing her throat, and staring intently into his eyes. *I know,* she replied, her voice confident as it echoed in his mind. She then added enthusiastically, *But I really want to! The thought of stealing the huge meal that you both want to put in her belly is very exciting. Now, close your eyes, and imagine you're about to make Irillith carry a heavy load of your sperm in her stomach.*

John could hear the eager sincerity in her thoughts, and he closed his eyes as she had asked. He heard her shift on the bed slightly, and then his cock was brushed by her lips as she leaned forward to take him. He imagined it was that haughty blue-skinned temptress he was taming, and he brushed his hands through her soft hair, pulling Alyssa down his shaft until he was buried to the balls in her throat. She purred excitedly as she listened to his lust-fuelled thoughts, and she let out an appreciative moan as he began to thrust into her mouth.

***

They lay there in bed together afterwards, with Alyssa gently caressing her cum bloated belly, as she sighed with delight. The wonderful feeling of being stuffed to the brim with John's sperm was made even better, because she had seen just how desperately Irillith had wanted this massive load, and now it was rounding out her own stomach instead.