Dirty Little Secrets

The Prisoner



Murbella tugged at the dark curls covering the face of the lover she had between her thighs, pulling his face tighter to her pussy. She moaned vehemently as he attacked her clit with his tongue, flicking at the small nub with a quickness to be envied by every woman that ever wanted to be pleased orally.



Her hips bucked up and down as she let her inhibitions take control. She liked this almost more than sitting on his face, although it was easier for him to finger her asshole at the same time the other way. She loved anal pleasures the most, and today she would definately make her lover penetrate her ass hard. She had a rough time this last few days, and yearned for a good release more than anything.



Being conquered sexually seemed to calm her more than anything lately, and the role reversal worked the best for her. While her body still had many childbearing years left, she was beginning to feel the human instint to procreate more than ever. Being Bene Gesserit she could control any urge she had, but because she had grown up as an Honered Matre it was tough sometimes. With no real combat engagements in the last half-decade, the fighter in her was not as satisfied with the training grounds as some of the other women were.



The guilt of these little acts didn't really bother her, but sometimes she felt better if her secret lover treated her dirty.



"Call me a whore," she demanded.

"Fucking Whore," he replied.

"You can do better than that."

"You worthless slut," he continued. "You're nothing more than a little fuck machine, here to please me."



Without warning, he reached up and slapped her hard across the stomach. Murbella cried out in ecstasy, begging for another. He obliged, then put his hands to the backs of her thighs, raising her ass off the bed. She felt the wet warmth of his tongue push into her anus, sending a shockwave across her being.



Several minutes later, she was ready for more than a tongue. "Enought teasing," she commanded. "Fuck your Mother Commander!"



She pulled the man by his hair up to her face, kissing him deeply as he guided the tip of his cock to her asshole. She revelled in the taste of herself on his tongue as he penetrated her deeply. She never chose to loosen the muscles in her ass for him, preferring to feel the forced entry each time.



"You are a dirty fuck, aren't you?" he asked.



Throwing her head back, she moaned in agreement.



He pushed her right leg down to the sheets as he raised her left leg over his right shoulder, allowing him to pump deeper into her. As she commanded him to fuck her harder, she reachd one hand down to her clit and began slapping it. Her next orgasm was now upon her, and she looked straight into her lover's familiar eyes.



"Call me dirty," she begged.

"Dirty fucking whore," he replied. "Who's the commander now, you fucking bitch?" He reached out with his left hand and slapped her across the breasts, exciting her large red nipples to the brink of explosion. "You better clean my cock after I cum in your dirty ass, you worthless bitch."



"Anything," she replied, using the Voice. "Just cum inside me already."



Instantly, he dumped hot loads in her ass after she ordered him to. He pulled his cock from her ass and straddled her chest, pinning her shoulders down with his knees. "Go ahead whore," he said, putting the tip of his cock on her lips. "Clean it."



As she sucked him clean, she crammed a finger up his ass. He lifted his chin to the ceiling as she milked his prostate for another orgasm, forcing him to come in her mouth. Once he was clean, she slid from underneath him with a feline grace. As she walked to the other side of the room, he called her by name.



"Murbella."



She flew back across the room before he had finished turning around, and slammed him into the wall.



"Never call me by my name," she growled. "Remember who you are. As soon as we get done fucking, the role reversal ends. Do you understand?"



"Yes Mother Commander," he whispered. "I'm sorry. It won't happen again."



She turned back to her all black singlesuit, and dressed herself as she asked him if he wanted a small ration of spice or credit put toward earning a small soostone. Of course he would choose the spice, as always. He was a captured face dancer. What could he possibly gain from owning a soostone if she never intended to let him leave the desert alive?



"You should really work on your impression of Duncan Idaho," she said. "He had a slightly larger cock." With that said, Murbella turned and left the room. She walked through the corridor to the cave entrance, and made her way to the 'thopter.



Later that evening, after she had a shower and some spice coffee, Janess came to the Mother Commander's office. "How was your weekly interrogation with the prisoner, Mother Commander?"



"The same," she replied. "He wouldn't speak to me of anything they have planned."

"He'll break eventually," Janess told her. "Slow torture like this, only seeing anybody once a week? Knowing he would die in the desert if he tried to escape? He'll break."



"Or die trying not to." That was the only thing that really bothered Murbella. He may try to escape, or die trying to avoid further interrogation. It took years for the Sisterhood to capture a Face Dancer, and then months after that for the Mother Commander to decide to imprint him, knowing he would never try to escape after that. That was when she decided to take him to the desert for the first time. Fortunately for her, no one knew that she had enslaved him, and that no one ever questioned why she must personally see to his "interrogations".



She often wondered if Duncan found a way to soothe their separation. This was the only time she felt any guilt from her actions with the Face Dancer.



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