by Sara Fields
I screamed. I cried but he never stopped. He spanked my little pussy until I was sure that it was bright red and then he spanked it some more. I thought he’d done his worst when he’d forced me on my belly over the crate and spanked me, but I’d been wrong. So terribly wrong and now my pussy was paying the price.
He paused for a moment and released my wrists.
“Keep those hands where they are or else, I’ll spank this naughty little pussy with my belt next. Understand?” he demanded, and I nodded desperately.
He slapped harder in between my legs.
“Yes, sir,” I replied. I didn’t know what made me answer that way, but I didn’t focus on it. He smiled softly before spanking my pussy hard several times in a row as I cried out from the terrible sting.
He did something worse after that.
Using his hand, he spread my folds wide. With a single finger, he pulled back the hood from my clit and I stilled with terror. I knew what he was doing. He was exposing me completely. He intended to punish it directly instead of just punishing my pussy for my disobedience.
“Don’t!” I cried out. Desperately, I tried to maneuver myself off the crate, but the bonds held tight. Spread before him like this, I was exposed. Vulnerable. Powerless.
He didn’t listen. What I said didn’t matter. He’d decided I needed to be punished in the way he deemed necessary and nothing I said would change his mind.
“I’m going to spank this naughty little clit until there are tears streaking your pretty little cheeks. This naughty little pussy is going to learn what it means to disobey its master and when you finally break and beg for mercy, we’ll deal with that sassy little mouth,” he countered, and I quivered under his dark stare. I whimpered quietly, trying to cope with the throbbing ache between my legs. Fuck. It hurt.
“Yes, sir,” I answered. I tried to prepare myself for what he’d warned me of, but there was no way I could have readied myself to have my clit spanked by this beast of a man.
The first strike felt like agony. The next like my clit had burst into flames. I rocked back and forth, but with him spreading me like this, there was no escape. He spanked my clit again and again until I felt myself lose everything. Pain like nothing I’d ever experienced before washed over me. In its wake, I could feel myself growing wetter and wetter, despite how much it hurt. I cried. I screamed. I moaned.
My hips rocked from side to side, but his aim was always terrible and true.
He didn’t stop. He spanked my clit over and over until I could feel myself giving in. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to stop the tears from falling, but it was no use. One tear fell. Another followed. And another until I lost all semblance of control.
I began to cry. He only spanked my clit harder.
I begged and pleaded for him to stop. I promised obedience. I vowed to never be sassy with him again. I swore I would be the perfect little human for him if only he would stop.
He didn’t. He only punished me more ruthlessly than before.
I sobbed. I struggled to take every last slap against my sensitive folds as tears dripped down my cheeks. His palm scalded my flesh, over and over until I broke into pieces right in front of him. In front of everyone. I screamed. I moaned with the pain, but it never ended.
It only got worse.
“Would you like the chance to make it up to me, little girl?” Vane pressed, punctuating his words with harsh spanks that slapped against my clit with brutal intensity. He stopped my punishment for a long few moments and I tried to catch my breath. My scalded pussy throbbed, and I tried to cope with the merciless punishment I had just endured. His fingers caressed my sopping wet folds, almost like he was soothing the pain he’d put there himself. His touch felt good, but it also hurt.
I continued to cry. I’d never been dealt with this harshly before and I was having trouble stopping the tears. My ass burned. My pussy hurt even worse.
I suddenly felt very sorry for myself. I wanted the punishment to stop, so I did the unthinkable. I submitted because I wasn’t sure just how much more I could take. Maybe if I showed him that I could be obedient and meek, maybe he’d show me mercy. My clit throbbed and I sniffed, trying to pull back the tears.
It made no difference. They kept falling down my cheeks in wet streaks. Vane took a single hand and cupped my cheek, before wiping away a single tear with his thumb. He didn’t say anything. He was waiting for me to speak.
“Please, let me make it up to you. I’m so sorry,” I whimpered.
I no longer cared what the others heard. The only thing on my mind now was self-preservation. I didn’t think my pussy could take any more of his ruthless palm and I really didn’t want to earn more of it. He’d threatened me with his belt and I definitely didn’t want to feel the bite of leather across my ass or even worse, on my very well punished pussy.
My clit throbbed. My entire body pulsed with yearning. Even though my naked flesh ached from his discipline, there was also a very overwhelming need to experience pleasure. It grew stronger with every passing second. I wanted to come now more than I had ever experienced in my life. I wanted to know what it was like. He moved to release my ankles, freeing me from my bonds and I sighed with what felt like hopeful relief. He made quick work of the ropes and I rolled over on my side, pressing my palms in between my thighs.
It felt hot. So very hot.
I cried softly, unable to close my legs because of the terrible ache his palm had branded into my tender flesh.
He didn’t offer me mercy after all of that. Instead, he demanded more.
“On your knees, little girl. You’re going to make it up to me with your pretty little mouth. You’re going to take every last inch of me in order to do it,” he demanded, and I licked my lips anxiously. With my pussy burning and freshly punished, I didn’t hesitate. I moved to kneel before him, and he kicked the fabric of my ruined clothes beneath my knees. His thoughtfulness wasn’t lost on me.
Once I was settled, I looked up at him and he stared down at me. His gaze was dark. Powerful. Sadistic. I had hoped that showing him that he’d subdued me with the spanking of my bared backside and the place between my legs would have ended my punishment. I was about to find out that it was far from over though. It was only just beginning.
I was about to find out how Vane punished bad girls with sassy mouths.
Chapter Three
Nina
He settled his hands on the clasp of his thick brown leather belt. Time seemed to stop as he undid it, sliding the well-worn leather through the metal clasp. I licked my lips, feeling more uncertain than I ever had before.
I’d never seen a man’s cock before. Not in person. Sure, I was taught general anatomy in school. I knew what a penis looked like from my lessons, but they’d all been drawings. Never the real thing. I swallowed nervously and fidgeted before him. Still on my knees. Still very much at a disadvantage.
I didn’t pull away though. I knew better by now. My pussy and scalded backside still burned enough to remind me what happened when I fought back against him.
Vane unbuttoned his fly next and before I was ready for it, he freed his cock from the confines of his pants. I found myself staring at it in curiosity.
It was so much longer and thicker than I’d imagined. His shaft was lined with a great number of small rounded protrusions and my pussy clenched when I thought about taking him inside me, about what those little things would feel like deep in my virgin entrance. The head of his cock was ridged, and I nervously stared up at it. At the base of his cock were several finger-length projections. They moved from side to side and I could feel my clit pulsing as I imagined them caressing the place between my legs, the place where I needed it most right now.
There was a small slit at the tip, and I watched as a tiny drop of liquid seeped from it. My mouth opened slightly, and I found myself wanting to taste him. Once I realized what I was doing, I slammed my lips shut. I didn’t want this. I couldn’t.
But I did.
I brought my arms nervously up against my chest and he made a disapproving sound.
“Put your hands behind your back,” he directed. I obeyed, too nervous to do anything different. This was far more than I had bargained for when I’d decided to fight back against him. I hadn’t known what he was capable of and I had the sudden feeling he was capable of so much more. He had ways to break girls like me and he wasn’t afraid to do it.
He reached down and gripped my chin, angling my face up to stare into his eyes.
“What is your name?” he asked. He gazed down at me expectantly and I tentatively opened my mouth to answer him.
“Nina,” I answered quietly.
“Nina, you’ve shown us all very clearly that you have a sassy little mouth that needs to be punished. As a result of that, you have lost the privilege of talking to me freely. Instead, you’re going to take my cock in your mouth. You’re going to vigorously suck every inch of me and when you think you’ve taken enough, you’re going to take some more. I’m going to punish that mouth until you convince me that you have learned your lesson about being sassy to the man who owns you,” he said sternly, and I found myself shivering with nervousness. I swallowed heavily and looked back down at his cock before looking up into those cruel golden eyes.
Worst of all, I could feel how very wet his words had made me. I could feel my own liquid heat dripping down the folds of my pussy onto my inner thighs.
I felt so ashamed. I felt so aroused.
“Please,” I begged. “Don’t do this. Not in front of everyone.”
He didn’t listen. Instead, he just forced his massive cock between my lips. I moved my hands and tried to push them back against his thighs because I wasn’t done talking. I wanted to try to convince him to grant me mercy. I wanted to promise him that I wasn’t going to push him anymore and that I’d do exactly what he wanted me to do. That he didn’t have to do this. Not in front of his men and all the Aberrants watching.
“Put your hands back where I told you to put them. If you would like to speak, you’re going to do it with my cock still in your mouth. Once you’ve convinced me that you’ve really learned your lesson, I might just allow you the pleasure of orgasm,” he said gruffly.
I choked and sputtered around his thick length. I didn’t listen and put my hands back like he’d instructed. Instead, I just continued to push back against him. His hands reached down and clamped around my nipples before he pinched them hard. He wrenched his fingers back and forth, punishing my breasts with his harsh touch. I cried out and he shoved his cock further down my throat. He didn’t let go of my nipples and I started to panic.
Intense pain radiated across my chest and I did the only thing I could think of to make it stop. I removed my hands from his thighs and put them back behind me. He twisted my nipples cruelly once more before he released them, and I whimpered around the hard length of his shaft.
“Don’t test me, little human. You won’t like what happens when you do,” he warned, and I shuddered with anxious fear.
His cock stretched my mouth wide. I tried to open wider, but it hurt my jaw, so I pressed my lips around his length in order to relieve the aching feeling. Without meaning to, I ran my tongue along his shaft, feeling those little bumpy protrusions. They were firm, yet soft at the same time, and my pussy clenched as I imagined him forcing it inside me instead.
I pulled back just a little and explored the roughly ridged edge around the head of his cock next. It seemed to have a similar texture to the scales along his chest. Tentatively, I poked my tongue out of my mouth and licked the small drop of liquid that had appeared at the very tip of his cock.
Fuck. That tasted good.
It tasted like freshly picked apples dipped in chocolate. The initial taste was very sweet and then it transformed to a mildly salty flavor. It was delicious. I wanted more of it. I licked him again and he sighed quietly as his hand snaked around the back of my head.
He had allowed my gentle explorations initially, but that time was over. His fist tightened in my hair and his hips slammed forward, forcing his thick cock deep into my mouth before I was ready. I gagged around him, trying to figure out how to breathe with it pressing against the back of my throat. He pistoned back and forth, pushing his cock deeper into my mouth with every thrust. After several long moments, I began to feel lightheaded, but I managed to draw in a breath as he pulled back. I learned very quickly to time each intake of air with his movements. Once I could breathe rather normally, I felt myself beginning to calm and I worked harder to satisfy him with my mouth.
“I won’t stop fucking this pretty little throat until you make it up to me. You will enthusiastically suck my cock and show me exactly how much you’ve learned your lesson, little human,” he warned, and I moaned softly around his length.
I’d never sucked cock before. This was all new to me. Somewhere deep inside of me though, I wanted to please him. There was this overwhelming need to worship his cock and I curled my lips around his shaft. With my tongue, I swirled around his length and I started to enjoy myself. His use of my throat was rough, and I knew once this was over, it would ache for some time. He had made it very clear that this would end when I proved to him that he’d taught me that sassiness had a price and that he was perfectly willing to demonstrate that to me.
He’d bared me completely. He’d spanked my ass ruthlessly and he’d punished my naked pussy until I was sobbing.
I suckled around him, bobbing my head back and forth as he thrust his cock deeper into my mouth. I whined and cried around him, trying to show him that I understood. That I wouldn’t even think of sassing him again.
But it wasn’t enough.
“I want to hear the sound of your voice as you tell me that you’ve learned your lesson. I want to hear you speak with my cock deep in your sassy little mouth,” he demanded.
He wanted more. He wanted to hear me beg.
I didn’t want to speak with him still in my mouth. I shivered, imagining just how shameful the sound of my voice would be with his cock gagging me. My cheeks blushed hotly, and I couldn’t hide behind the long locks of my hair this time. He could see just how much the thought embarrassed me. He could also see how hard my nipples were when he used me like this. I couldn’t conceal any of it.
He knew. He knew that there was a part of me that enjoyed this.
I hated it. I liked it. I wanted more of it.
I refused to speak. I couldn’t do it.
His fingers wound around my nipples once again. He held them there in warning and I breathed hard, my chest lifting and dropping as I waited for what he would do to me. His fingers twisted hard and I screamed, still shamefully gagged with his thick cock.
“I want to hear you, little human. You were quick to speak before. Does the thought of talking with my cock still in your mouth shame you? Does it make you wet?” he asked, and I trembled hard.
I saw him sniff the air. I cried out at the implication of that action.
He roughly pinched and twisted my nipples again.
He smirked down at me, his eyes dark and knowing.
“Being made to suck my cock has made you so much wetter than before. I can smell every last drop as it drips down onto your thighs, Nina,” he murmured.
My nipples burned with agony and I knew I couldn’t take much more.
“Please,” I begged, finally speaking with his cock in my mouth. It sounded just as shameful as I imagined it would. My voice was muffled, the sound hard to understand at first as my tongue pressed against the textured surface of his length.
He didn’t let go of my nipples and I started to become more desperate.
“Please. I’ve learned my lesson,” I implored him, feeling my face redden as I spoke around his thick girth.
He finally released my nipples and I thanked him profusely. My voice vibrated around him as my tongue bounced off his shaft. I felt so ashamed being made to beg like this. I couldn’t bring myself to look back at anyone else. To see Mari watch me be
used like this. For Vane’s men to enjoy the entire thing as Vane taught me that I was no longer in charge. That he was my new master.
Liquid heat gathered between my thighs. My nipples hardened into tight little pebbles and my clit pulsed hard with need, over and over again until I was sure I was going to lose my mind. He made no movements to remove his cock from my throat and as the ache grew stronger, I became more desperate.
Would he make me suck his cock forever? How long would he make me do this?
I sucked his cock more vigorously. It was rigid and hard, and I did my very best to take him as deeply as I could. I swirled my tongue around him and blushed as the wet sucking sounds echoed around me. I pressed my thighs together, trying to keep my arousal from dripping any further down my legs. I wouldn’t be able to bear it if it made a puddle on the floor and he saw it. My skin was slick with my wetness and I was left to think about what that meant.
I liked it when he claimed me like this, but I was ready for it to stop. I didn’t know what he wanted and wasn’t sure what he was looking for, so I did the only thing I could think of.
I began to speak with his cock in my mouth once more.
I begged for him to grant me mercy. I told him time and time again that I had learned my lesson. I vowed to never be sassy with him again. I said every single word with his thick cock gagging my mouth, each one as shameful as the last. I pleaded with him that I was sorry. I promised him that he wouldn’t need to punish me like this ever again for my defiance.
I quivered with shame, knowing that begging him like this was making me wetter and even more aroused than before. Every inch of my body was trembling with sensation, never before released pleasure that was bottled up inside me demanding to be set free. I craved for things I’d never wanted before. Things that would have been considered very wrong back on Earth.
