by Sara Fields
I would have flipped them off if I could have.
The room was silent as his claws tore through the cloth. His movements were slow and deliberate, making me very aware of the fact that he was shredding my shirt in half. By the time he made it down to the bottom hem, I was breathing hard with nervous anxiety. No one had ever seen me naked before and I wasn’t sure if I was ready for anyone to. To be honest, I didn’t know if I even had a choice right now. In a last-ditch attempt to stop what he was doing, I tried to grip the ruined fabric and pull it back together with my fingers, but he harshly swatted my hands away.
“Put your hands at your sides. Do that again and I’ll punish those pretty little palms just as hard as I plan to punish the rest of you,” he warned. I obeyed and let my arms fall away, letting go of my ruined shirt in the process.
“You’re a beast,” I whispered, feeling my anger, fear, and arousal combining into one confusing mixture of them all. My upper lip rolled and the men watching laughed at me.
“I know. And you’re about to find out what that means, little girl,” he threatened.
I was helpless as he shredded my shirt into nothing but a pile of haphazard threads. He destroyed my pants next with his claws, their serrated edges making quick work of the sturdy khaki fabric. I whimpered as they fell to the floor, feeling the chill of the room pass over the naked skin of my legs. I stood before him in my boots, panties, and bra, on display for everyone to see as he bared me. I screamed. I insulted him. I tried to kick him, and I almost stumbled in the process. Mercilessly, he wrenched me backwards by my hair back up to a standing position again, balanced precariously on my toes. With a cry of pain, I stood still. Agony radiated across the back of my scalp. It hurt but something strange happened next. He tugged harder and my eyes rolled back in my head. My eyelashes fluttered and a moan escaped my lips.
I realized that I was wet. That even though it hurt when he pulled my hair like that, it also turned me on. There was some sort of sick and twisted part of me that liked that kind of pain, that derived pleasure from being put on display like this. That liked being hurt like this.
Something was very wrong with me and I didn’t want to figure out what that was.
He reached for my bra next and I whimpered. With a single claw, he severed the connection between the two cups, and it fell open, revealing my very hard and very sensitive pinkened nipples to everyone watching. I could hardly breathe as he slipped the straps from my shoulders and the simple piece of cotton lingerie fell to the floor. I shivered, feeling my breasts bounce just a little now that they were no longer supported.
I had only my panties and my boots on now. Almost entirely naked.
He gently dragged his claws between my breasts, and I cried out, sure that the sharpened edges were leaving a trail of pink lines across my skin. The cruel bite of those pointed tips dug into my flesh, sharp reminders that he could end me with a single harsh twist of his fingers should he decide that I wasn’t worth keeping alive. He could tear me apart without breaking a sweat. He could really hurt me if he wanted to.
He could kill me and not even blink.
I’d seen him murder the enforcers. I’d seen him rip them apart limb by limb. I should be more afraid of him but right now all I could think of was what he was going to do to me next.
He drew his hand downward until he edged along the hem of my panties, a simple pair of black cotton underwear. He didn’t stop there. His claws drew along the top of my mound until his palm pressed against my pussy and his fingers caressed my folds over top of the fabric. I stopped breathing entirely, feeling the beat of my heart quicken with nervous anxiety.
“I don’t even have to take these panties off to know how wet you are for me, little human,” he murmured, and a shiver raced down my spine. My clit pulsed against the warmth of his hand and I couldn’t bring myself to answer him. A flush of heat came over my cheeks and I knew I was blushing at his discovery. I turned my head away, too embarrassed to look at anyone else in that moment.
I wanted to beg him to leave my panties on, to not bare me before all of the Aberrants and his entire crew. I couldn’t though. I had to remain strong. I had to be brave.
I wouldn’t let Vane scare them. I wouldn’t let them see that he was scaring me.
I pressed my lips together firmly and closed my eyes, imagining that I was locking my fear away with a lock and key. I lifted my chin in defiance and opened my eyes once more, staring boldly back at his men who were watching me with sordid interest.
“Do whatever you want with me. I don’t care. I’m never going to belong to a monster like you,” I snarled boldly.
Vane chuckled, clearly amused by my ability to defy him.
There was no gentleness in what he did next. He gripped my panties in his fingers and tore them roughly from my body. The tearing fabric pinched the sensitive folds of my pussy and I cried out with pain. My thighs reflexively tightened together as I dealt with the ache between my legs and my upper body pitched forward. I lost my footing and his arm wound around my waist, saving me from falling straight to the floor. In less than a second, I was naked, wearing nothing but a simple pair of black boots.
He pulled me up straight, supporting me as I found my footing back on the tips of my toes.
I trembled, trying to hide just how aroused I was. Right now, I was the only one who knew how wet I was. How much liquid heat was gathered between my legs. Dripping down my thighs. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the ones staring back at me. They stared at my bared breasts, my swollen pussy, and the gentle curves of my body. I wanted to hide myself from their probing gazes with my hands, but I didn’t dare with Vane watching over me right now.
He relaxed his hold on my hair and allowed my heels to touch the floor. He didn’t give me much time to get comfortable though because he quickly kicked my legs apart, spreading my feet wide in the process. His free hand descended between my thighs, cupping my naked pussy in his palm. My breath stole out of my throat.
His fingers explored the wetness between my thighs, his rough skin sliding along the rampant arousal that slickened my tender folds. He moved one finger slowly, up and down as he discovered my shameful secret for himself.
“Such a wet little girl,” he murmured, his voice just low enough for me to hear, and I whimpered.
“So very wet for me,” he said, much louder this time, exposing me before everyone this time. I could feel myself blush even harder. I felt so ashamed of myself. I felt so aroused. I didn’t know what to do.
He slapped my pussy. Hard.
I cried out in shock at the unexpected admonishment. My pussy burned from the sting of his palm, but my clit also throbbed to life. I could feel myself growing even wetter and there was nothing I could do to stop it. My body was betraying me in the most shameful way right now and I didn’t know how to make it stop.
He gripped my hair more harshly and roughly tossed me over a nearby crate. The surface was a cool steel and I shivered as I pressed against it. The crate was large, and my feet couldn’t touch the floor, leaving me feeling small and entirely vulnerable. He released my hair at last and I sighed with relief, even as my scalp pulsed with the residual ache from his harsh touch. His hand pushed against my lower back, effectively holding me in place.
I was face down, bent over a crate with my ass up in the air. I placed my palms down on either side of me and tried to push myself up, but Vane held me right where I was. He was far stronger than I was and no matter what I tried, I couldn’t escape from his grasp.
“What are you doing?” I squealed anxiously.
His free hand settled on my bared bottom and I stilled.
“I’m going to punish you, little girl, and it’s going to hurt,” he said firmly.
His palm patted my right cheek softly and I slowly realized what was about to happen. He was going to spank me. I’d never been punished like this before in my life and I was suddenly very nervous to be. I also found myself growing angry.
He ha
d no right. He couldn’t take what he wanted and not pay a price.
“Don’t you dare, you fucking monster,” I spat through my teeth.
“Again with the open defiance,” he muttered. “I’m going to enjoy teaching you what happens to bad little girls with sassy little mouths. When I’m finally through with you, you’re going to promise me that you’ll never even consider being sassy with me again.”
His open hand cracked hard against my ass and I tensed hard as the sound echoed throughout the room. He did it again and the pain hit me all at once. With a soft cry, I tried to launch myself off of the crate, to escape the cruel bite of his hand, but it was useless. He was too strong, and I was too weak. With just his hand on my lower back, he kept me secured in place. I wasn’t going to be able to get away.
That’s when the spanking really began, and I truly began to understand just how little control I had right now and how much power he had over me.
My nipples pressed into the metal surface beneath me, hard and sensitive as I was spanked for the very first time. His palm lit into my bared backside, ensuring to punish the entirety of my ass and the backs of my thighs. Those were the worst and I found myself crying out each time he slapped them just as harshly as he smacked my ass.
He spanked me hard and I struggled to take it. He had said he was going to teach me a lesson and there was no doubt in my mind now that he had meant it. It hurt far more than I expected it to. Every time he thrashed my naked backside, I could feel the painful ache deep down into my core. Even worse, I knew that I was wetter and with my legs splayed open like this, I couldn’t hide it. I knew he’d be able to see it. All of it.
My entire ass burned hot from his ruthless palm and still he didn’t let up. I cried out from the terrible pain, thoroughly ashamed that everyone in the room was seeing this. I whimpered, thankful for the curtain of hair that veiled my face. I couldn’t hide the rest of me, but I could at least conceal the open shame that was written all over my face.
He punished the backs of my thighs particularly hard and I could feel myself beginning to lose control. I’d tried so hard to remain strong, to show the other Aberrants that we couldn’t be broken, that we’d be stronger together. Vane had taken that away from me. He’d stripped me of my clothing and now he was giving me the most brutal punishment of my life, all while on display for his men and for everyone else.
I was naked. In front of everyone. Getting spanked for the very first time.
And the worst part of it all was that it turned me on. It made me wet.
Vane stopped spanking me for a moment before sinking his fingers into the sopping wet folds of my pussy. He was gentle in his movements but that didn’t stop a very deep sense of embarrassment washing over me. I had known he could see how swollen my pussy was and that he could see my wetness gathered there. It made it that much more shameful when he explored me there himself, with his fingers.
I moaned softly with shame, feeling more vulnerable than I ever had before.
“Your little pussy gets very wet when you’re properly taken in hand, little human,” he observed, and I pressed my forehead into the crate beneath me. I couldn’t help myself as my hips arched into his touch. I made myself not think about the fact that I was rubbing myself against the roughened skin of his fingertips. I ignored how aroused he was making me by exposing my dirty little secret to everyone around me. Or at least I tried to.
But I couldn’t hide. Not from him.
His fingertips explored the wet folds of my pussy before they settled over top of my clit. He circled the sensitive little bud once and then twice before my breath hitched in my throat. A feeling of electricity jolted me straight to my core and I whined quietly, the sound almost inaudible. I’d never been touched there before. It wasn’t allowed.
Back on Earth, the government forbid any form of sexual relationship before you were placed in your rightful sector at the age of twenty-one. If you were caught breaking the law and engaging in any questionable activities, they would make an extreme example of you. Self-pleasure was also strictly prohibited. I’d touched myself once, but I had been too nervous to get myself off. I hadn’t wanted to get caught. Now though, it didn’t look like I had a choice.
Vane was going to touch my pussy all he wanted, and I couldn’t stop him.
To be honest, I wasn’t sure I wanted to.
He teased my little clit with his fingertips, and I could feel unreleased desire building up deep in the very center of my core. I felt my pussy tighten with need and I whimpered as I grappled with the foreign feelings racing through my body. The rough surface of his flesh on mine was intoxicating and I pressed back against him. He lightly pinched my clit and I moaned hotly with desire.
“Bad little girls don’t get to come until they’ve begged for forgiveness,” he taunted, still playing with my clit as he spoke. I trembled, feeling the wetness begin to drip onto my inner thighs. I had felt cold before, but my body had grown warm, like I was burning from the inside out. I felt like a dormant volcano, ready to burst at any given moment. I didn’t know how to handle it.
Vane had made me like this. Even though I hadn’t wanted it.
Not at first. Now I wanted more. So much more.
His fingers slid away from my pussy and I whined quietly with disappointment. I lifted my hips, encouraging him to return to my tender little clit, but he didn’t.
He started spanking me again instead.
Fuck. His hand hurt so much. I felt so much more sensitive than before. My entire focus was on the place between my legs and just how much my poor backside was suffering under his punishing blows. Everything hurt. Everything felt like pain, like pleasure, and I struggled to figure out which was which.
He demanded my submission and I couldn’t give it to him.
I fought back because it was my duty. I fought back because everyone was watching. The Aberrants were still locked in their cages, witnessing every terrible moment of Vane’s punishment. I refused to let him break me, especially not in front of them.
He spanked my ass hard and I squeezed my eyes shut. I could feel my fury beginning to grow. I allowed it to brew deep inside me and I took it and molded it into something more tangible. When it was fully ready, I released it with as much intensity as I could.
“Is that everything you’ve got, you sick fuck? You spank your women into submission and they just give into whatever you want? Fuck off. You don’t own me. You never will,” I yelled, making sure my voice was loud enough for everyone around me to hear.
The following silence was terrible. It almost echoed. Vane paused, running his claws over the punished flesh of my backside, likely admiring the red hue he’d forced onto my skin.
“I can see I’m going to have to deal with you far more harshly than I intended, isn’t that right, little human,” he said quietly. His voice was low. Dangerous. Seductive.
“Do your fucking worst,” I dared him.
I didn’t know what I was asking for. I shouldn’t have pushed him, but I did because I had to.
In a terrifying feat of strength, he flipped me over onto my back and the breath rushed out of my lungs in shock. I tried to kick him in the balls, but he moved far too quickly for my foot to meet its target. In seconds, he’d tied one of the ropes that held down the crate around one ankle. He tied the other one immediately after, ensuring he secured my other foot so that my legs were spread obscenely wide.
“Try to bring your thighs together. Try to block me from that wet little pussy,” he demanded, and I did. I tried so damn hard to bring my legs together, but he’d spread them so wide that I couldn’t. His knots were too tight and there wasn’t any way for me to break free. My pussy was very naked, very wet, and entirely too vulnerable right now. He stood over me and pressed his fingers between my thighs once more, exploring the rampant arousal gathered there. I whimpered and my hips twitched upward toward his touch.
I began to grow nervous. Would he hurt me? Would he fuck me here in front of every
one watching? Did I want him to?
For several long moments, he just teased my bared pussy. He slid his fingers up and down my moist flesh, taunting me with pleasure and soon I forgot my anger. Soon, the only thing that mattered was the throbbing clit between my legs, the unreleased pleasure building deep in my core and his fingers. Fuck. His fingers felt so good. I wasn’t prepared for that.
“Please,” I begged, unsure exactly what I was asking for. I wanted him to continue to touch me. I wanted to see if he could make me come. I wanted to experience my very first orgasm.
I was so ashamed of the thoughts running through my mind. I was incredibly thankful for the fact that no one else knew what I was thinking either.
“What do you want, little human?” Vane pressed as his palm moved over top of my pussy. He rubbed that broad surface on top of my clit, and I shuddered with unexpected desire. That had felt far better than I had expected, and I wanted him to do it again.
“I want to come,” I whispered, trying in vain to keep my voice low enough so that no one could hear me.
“Bad little girls with sassy little mouths don’t get to come until they’ve been given permission,” he replied, his tone dark and rather matter of fact.
His palm stilled on my pussy, cupping it gently for a moment and I reveled in the comforting feeling of that claiming touch. Then his palm left my skin and came crashing back down with a harshness that I couldn’t have prepared for even if I had known it was coming.
His hand cracked against the sensitive, tender flesh of my pussy and at once, I cried out in sudden terrible pain. Agony spread across my skin and I tried to fight the bonds that held me captive. Immediately, I tried to cover myself with my own hands, but his fingers captured my wrists and forced them over top of my head. I tried to push back against him, but he was too powerful. His strength far outmatched mine.
He spanked my pussy again. I keened as pain spread across my folds. The sound of his palm meeting my slit was embarrassingly wet and I squeezed my eyes shut in shame. His palm was ruthless as he slapped my pussy, again and again as I tried to escape the cruel pain. The ropes held tight as I tried to close my legs. I started to panic as he punished me and something strange happened. I felt myself beginning to give in.
