“Please, no,” she whispered, but it was too late, he had slapped her bottom even harder than the first series of slaps, and the sting turned to heat, rippled across her flesh, and then... very peculiarly, turned into a pulsing hot wave of...
Pure arousal.
She jerked involuntarily as the wave reached her pussy, and her clit spasmed as though someone had actually flicked it. She gasped.
Another hard spanking, and the same thing happened, but the soreness of her skin was becoming too much to bear, even for the eventual pleasurable payoff. She tensed up as a gust of wind preceded the contact of his hand, and her eyes grew wet as the punishment was rained down on her.
“Stop!” she protested. “Okay, please, stop! I’ll be good, I’ll be—ow!”
He was rhythmically spanking her now, and she was awaiting each slap with tense muscles. She sobbed, unsure if he would continue spanking her until nighttime. She knew her skin was turning bright red, and that the guards outside the door were listening to her punishment, the slaps, the gasps and sobs, her humiliating pleas. The mewl as the wave of pleasure confusingly rolled through her just before the next slap on her skin.
She gave up and fell limp over the warrior’s knee.
His hand came to rest on her buttocks, and the heat of his skin made the sting flare almost as though he had spanked her again for good measure. She forced herself not to squirm away as he rubbed her casually. She stared through wet eyes at the ground, at the muscles of his calf, glowing red beneath his markings.
“You will be obedient,” he growled.
“I will be obedient,” she whispered, sniffling.
His fingers were lingering near the space between her legs, where surely he could see the stickiness that had coated the insides of her thighs.
“You will be utterly submissive,” he growled.
“I will be... utterly submissive,” she choked.
“And favor no one warrior,” he said.
From the heat of his hand on her welted skin, a pulse of heat followed by the erotic throb that seemed to come from his touch radiated and shook Lana’s insides nearly to orgasm. She breathed heavily, and her vision swam in front of her: the warrior’s red markings pulsed. “I will favor—” she panted and was unable to finish for a second as her abdomen spasmed. It was a struggle not to push herself back to his fingers, which lingered ever so close to her swollen, wet sex. Just one touch, and she would be over the edge...
“No one warrior,” she managed to say.
She was dropped to her knees almost immediately, and crumpled to her heels, panting, trying to overcome the extreme pleasure the spanking had given to her, even as it had humiliated her and burned still on her bottom.
Zain was returning to his throne, which he sat in for several moments before summoning his guards. “Take her to the ceremonial house,” he ordered gruffly.
She was lifted to her feet by the two guards. She turned her head briefly to look at Zain, who was staring at the wall, glowing red racing through his markings. His breath was unsteady, his stare severe, his thoughts on something, Lana decided, of greater import than her.
Chapter Eleven
The guards followed Lana, hands on her elbows, steering her along the footpaths that crisscrossed the encampment. Lana struggled to order her thoughts; as she had at the training facility, her first stop on this wild adventure, she had a nagging idea that she should be scoping out the sights around her with the goal of finding a means to escape. But inside her, she could feel a growing sense of futility. This was a planet whose location she didn’t even know. She was here with rebels of the Imperial Realm, which meant the location was almost certainly as remote as she could imagine.
Not that knowing where she was would help her much, anyway. She couldn’t pilot one of these ships, let alone be assured that she would have the supplies of food and water aboard to get her anywhere.
And where would she go? Home? Surely she would be captured long before she reached her home planet. If not by the very rebels she had escaped from, then by the Imperial Realm itself.
She found herself nurturing these hopeless thoughts, all the while her body was pulsing with excitement, fear, and perhaps, though she didn’t want to admit it, desire.
She was escorted through a labyrinth of small shelters and doorways built into the caves, all of the constructions made of the same colors of the rocks and the strange red vegetation that predominated the area they were in. It was a strikingly beautiful place, she thought. It seemed well established, as though the rebels had been here for a long time.
A footpath leading to an ornately designed archway in the rock veered off to the right, and they took it. The path itself was also elaborately decorated, and small torches with a ceremonial appearance lined the walkway.
It was a long walk, accompanied by the sound of a beating drum that grew louder as she approached. When they reached the arched doorway, the guards released her elbows and gently prodded her forward. Lana’s heart was in her mouth as she stepped into the dim interior. She squinted as her eyes adjusted to the light.
The room was large, cavernous, and in the center of it was a bed like her own, but larger on which red fabric not unlike the fabric of the gown she was wearing was draped. Surrounding the bed were at least ten aliens of ebony skin, painted by the bright red markings that Lana was beginning to recognize designated masculinity in its extreme.
Her stomach dropped to the floor as they stared back at her. Flashes of bright red crawled across some of their markings. Their amber eyes were hungry with lust.
She froze in the doorway for a moment, and turned with uncertainty toward the guards who had escorted her here. Surely they did not mean for her to be... left here with all of these warriors? Her bottom throbbed. The guards had blocked the door and had their backs to her. Where was the king-like figure who had just spanked her?
And why would she even care about such a thing?
Almost as if his presence could transcend space, however, Lana shivered as a breeze seemed to whisper in her ear:
You will be obedient. You will be submissive. You will favor no one warrior.
Her pussy throbbed, and her body, always a betrayer of her most intimate thoughts, the one she would prefer to keep submerged deep inside of herself, tingled with pleasure. Electrified shivers ran the length of her spine as the men moved closer to her.
There was nothing she could do, she reasoned. No way out.
The thought was almost a relief to her as she turned herself over to her fate, if that’s what this was. She took a step, gingerly, in the direction of her captors, who quickly encircled her.
Lana’s senses were on high; she could smell the scent of their flesh, each one slightly different than the other. Musky, very much like the sweat of pure human males, a hint of sweetness, a clean plant or flower, a whiff of wet dirt. It was intoxicating, though she didn’t want it to be.
The warmth of their bodies, so near to her, closing in upon her, radiated over her skin almost as if they were physically touching her already.
The red of their markings changed colors with more regularity now, flaring to a hot, bright crimson that did not wane as it had moments earlier. The color pulsed in some of them, and in others it seemed to have peaked at a certain shade of red. The amber of their eyes had been swallowed by the black of what she assumed were their pupils, but the appearance of their stare no longer terrified her. It transformed their faces to reflect hunger, desire, and, strangely enough, conveyed a sentiment of protectiveness that she could feel in her bones.
One of them approached her, and she involuntarily stepped away from him; the size of his masculine body, the coiled strength in his muscles, made her heart leap abruptly to her throat. Her back came into contact with the hot, dry flesh of another, who come to stand behind her. He did not restrain her physically, but the bulky heat of his chiseled chest was solid and unyielding: she was not going anywhere.
He lifted a hand to touch her at h
er neck, where she could feel her pulse throbbing in her artery. She shivered pleasurably when he touched her, and his expression remained stern but his red markings glowed perceptibly, inflamed by what she could only imagine was desire. She pressed herself against the man behind her, and the heat of his body rippled through her in waves as the warrior touching her drew his finger along the hems of the costume she was wearing, from the center of her neck, between her breasts, to her navel, and then to her mound. His fingertips were hot through the fabric, and her body responded by tensing, then softening.
The alien behind her slid his hands to her shoulders, making the fine hair on her neck stand at attention, before he suddenly pulled on the gown and she heard it shred neatly, tearing open to expose her body to all. Her nipples were erect in the cool air that was rapidly heating as the warrior before her moved closer, his hands now untying or unfastening the costume that covered his loins. She stared at him, her mouth trembling as he loomed above her, his body just fractions of an inch away from her. She heard the material fall to the floor with a loud plunk, and his manhood sprang toward her thighs, hard and solid. And large.
She dropped her eyes to look at it; it was identical in size and shape to the phallus she had trained on, which caused her a moment of confusion before the pieces of the puzzle of this planet came together for her—this was a Galleon rebel base. These were the very Galleons she had trained to please and accommodate. This fate, then, was possibly better than her destiny to be paired to a prince...
But she had no time for such complicated thoughts, especially because the energy to think was draining away from her mind and into her body’s reactions. The gown was sliding from her skin with the assistance of the warrior behind her, over her hips, falling to the floor with a light swish.
A shiver gripped her momentarily, but the heat from between the alien’s legs absorbed the cold air and she was almost immediately so warm that she could feel sweat gathering on her neck.
She felt the alien’s aroused cock against her thigh, a bead of pearly white pre-cum smeared across her leg, and then her eyes fluttered closed as warm, dry lips brushed her shoulder, followed by a sharp, painfully pleasant bite.
“Ow,” she whispered, but the sensation of the bite transformed in waves, turning from pain to intense pleasure, running over her shoulder and down her body as though someone had spilled an arousing liquid over her torso. When the waves of pleasure reached her abdomen, she felt much as she had when she was stimulated by the vibrating machine by her trainer: her pussy throbbed with arousal and she could feel her juices snaking down her thighs.
She was pulled backward and down, onto the bed, by the alien behind her, who cradled her between his legs, his hands running along the length of her arms, the liquid arousal he was causing sinking her into such a state of craving and pleasure that she had to close her eyes in order not to be overwhelmed.
Her legs, she could sense, were being parted, but the moment the realization reached her foggy mind, her fingers were engulfed in a hot, wet envelope of flesh, her wrists circled by warm hands. Her eyes flew open, and she caught a glimpse of another warrior holding her right wrists firmly with his strong, wiry hands, his mouth closed around her finger.
But between her legs, the warrior who had approached her first had gripped her thighs and his tongue was moving lightly over her outer labia, lapping up her pussy juices, sending another wave of pleasure through her from below.
The sensation of his tongue, snaking along her labia, then inward, teasing, fluttering against her wet flesh, made her arch her back, overcome with pleasure. She was going to come, already... she closed her eyes and braced to be teased to excruciating, painful heights before having to suffer with no relief as she had been treated so many times in training.
But the pleasure did not stop; like the bite on her shoulder, the touch of the alien’s tongue was delivering throbbing waves of arousal to her very center, waves so powerfully erotic that she was spinning up to heights of pleasure she had never before experienced.
Heights so great, she became suddenly afraid of the orgasm that would follow. She pulled on her wrist with a jerk, to place her hand on the alien’s head and stop him; it was too intense, she couldn’t bear it. She could hear herself now, mewling and howling, making noises that barely sounded human.
But the alien who held her wrist caught it and pulled her arm toward his cock, placing her fingers around his throbbing member but not releasing her from his grip. It pulsed in her hand, ready, enormous, thick and... virile.
She had no time to consider it, though, because as the first alien lapped at her pussy and ran his tongue rapidly over the face of her swollen clit, she was seized by an orgasm so shockingly powerful that she stopped breathing for a moment and her whole body went rigid. She strained against her captors’ grips, but they held her firmly in place, as the alien between her legs continued to caress her spasming clit with his tongue.
The crash of this orgasm was so intense she began to see stars, and she howled as the relentless man between her legs continued to pleasure her. She screamed something that might have been words, but they held her in place until she started to level out and was shaking uncontrollably in their arms.
He continued, until she felt the ache building inside of her again, and she lifted her head to stare at him with her mouth open, her thighs quivering in his hands. He looked up at her, meeting her eyes with his dark black orbs, and her chest felt as though she had swallowed a hot coal.
“No, I can’t,” she whispered. She couldn’t take any more. The pleasure was so intense she felt she might implode, or explode, or simply turn to a pool of mush.
The alien seemed to smile with his eyes, and he continued to lick her clit, as her body strained against the hands that held her: one warrior behind her, his cock pulsing at the center of her back, pleasure rippling outward from the touch of his skin; one to her left and one to her right, their hands like steel around her wrists.
Just as she had begun to cry from the intensity of his licking, the alien rose up between her legs. She quivered in their arms, and her eyes opened to see his cock, even larger than it had appeared before, pointed toward her, pulsing.
He said something in his language, his tone serious and ceremonial, before he placed the head of his cock to her pussy.
She started to shake her head, and the man behind her caught it gently between his hands. He leaned over her, whispering something in his language, and pressed his lips to her forehead. The kiss sank over her like his bite, but the effect was as calming as it was erotic; she relaxed as it spread over her.
When he entered her, there was a burst of pain, but she was so calm it seemed to reach her more as a message from another planet. Her pussy stretched and filled, his cock sliding into her and pushing against the confines of her body until his chest met hers, and his weight eased down on her, solid and hot.
Her legs went limp. She gasped, and fingers from one of them, she did not know which, ran through her hair. “Be still, Atrix,” a voice growled in her ear.
Her body would not be still, though, as much as she might have wanted to be. Inside of her, her desire to climax was building again, and her hips were moving as though she had no control over them.
The warrior inside of her lifted his head and roared; the sound was terrifying and feral, so for a moment Lana froze. The warrior behind her caught her head by her jaw and pulled her hair back so that she was forced to look at the face above her. His eyes were black and his red markings ember-bright. “Don’t move,” the one holding her commanded, his lips brushing over her neck and sending another absurdly pleasurable sensation down it.
Lana fought to keep herself still, even as a desire to move and push herself over the edge ravaged her body. The ache between her legs was most painful, her appetite increasing as it might have for air if she were underwater, and the alien inside of her was moving so excruciatingly slowly she felt she would never come.
“Stop!” the al
ien above her growled as she squirmed, only a little, to relieve some of her building ache. Lana bit her lip, and tears welled in her eyes; she clawed at the hands that held hers, and the alien behind her gripped her shoulders painfully, but there was no stopping herself... she only had to squeeze and moved a little...
Lana heard herself yelling loudly as she boiled over, her pussy overflowing and spasming around the cock of her first warrior. The warrior said something in his own language, and his red markings glowed even more brightly.
Lana’s eyes rolled to the back of her head, and her body went limp. She could feel the warrior pumping in and out of her, hear his cursing, and then feel the wet heat of his cum as he exploded inside of her with a violent thrust. But her mind was so consumed by the wild orgasm that racked her body, it was almost as if she were somewhere else, only watching herself. She tried to curl herself up as the orgasm drained away and left her tender to the touch on every inch of her skin, but there were so many hands on her now that she couldn’t move.
She was vaguely aware of being turned over, lifted with her legs pulled apart, and pushed onto the waiting cock of the warrior who had been holding her for the other. His cock touched places inside of her that made her shudder violently as she was lowered to straddle him. But then she was pushed forward, and down to his hot, hard chest of muscle, where she could feel his beating heart against her cheek when she turned her head.
Nearly exhausted, she feebly tried to wriggle on top of him, but too many hands held her as she was. She wanted desperately to tell them that she couldn’t take any more; the pleasure was too great, it was almost excruciating, and she heard a wail building in her chest, felt her legs shaking uncontrollably.
Hands moved over the back of her body, some of them pushing her legs wider, the small of her back down... fingers played lightly with the rim of her ass, which was still pleasantly sore from her anal plug.
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