Moisture oozed from her pussy in anticipation. Rachel frowned. There was that weird response to fear again. She wondered if it was pain she liked, if she was some sort of masochist.
Or was it simply being made helpless that she couldn’t escape? Which got her stomach tied in eager knots?
Whichever, a dark part of her looked forward to the punishment her Nobek was just as eager to dish out. His snug pants were even snugger at the crotch as his cocks strained the fabric.
Sletran stalked back to the bed, holding out the paddle in such a way that she could get a long, good look at it. It was twice the length of the big hand that held it, not counting the handle, and there were raised bumps along the edges. It was at least an inch thick.
The honey seeping from her womanhood became a gush. Oh yeah, she had some strange urges, all right. And Sletran looked all too ready to satisfy them judging from that fanged smile he wore.
First, he massaged the mounds he was getting ready to punish. The feel of his talented fingers massaging her rear made Rachel moan in spite of herself. His hand was hot and soothing. When his fingers brushed her slit, she jerked despite Erybet’s firm hold on her ankles.
Sletran’s hand moved farther down, searching. He slid through her wetness.
“Look at this,” he invited the other two, drawing his hand away.
Rachel’s cheeks burned a little with embarrassment even though him showing the other two just how aroused she was made her lower parts warm even more. On display, about to be spanked and fucked, she was going molten.
Erybet chuckled, the sound dangerous. “We’ll have to come up with other ways to punish her when she actually misbehaves. This is turning into a reward.”
“I’ll work on that.” The threat in the Nobek’s tone made Rachel shiver. “Ray-Ray, what do you say if the pain becomes too much?”
“Sholt.”
“That goes for emotional overload too,” Conyod said. She looked up to take in his steady gaze. “Sometimes painful play brings up issues of past hurts. A situation like this might remind you of the torture you suffered.”
She gave him a gentle smile completely at odds with her body’s excitement. This was nothing like the prison on Earth. Not one bit.
He grinned. “She’s ready, my Nobek.”
Sletran didn’t say a word. There was a meaty smack from behind Rachel. An instant later heat suffused the center of both buttocks. She caught her breath. The next moment, sharp twinges of pain joined in. Her teeth clamped together and she uttered a high squeal.
It fucking hurt! And yet the heat from the strike stampeded through her, making her pussy ache with greedy ecstasy.
I am so damned screwy in the head. What the hell—
Her thought was cut off cleanly with another strike from the paddle, this one slightly below the first. Rachel yelped loudly on that one. She writhed helplessly in the grips of the other two men as burning, agonizing elation tore through her.
Sletran kept paddling, making her hotter and wetter despite, or perhaps because of, the growing pain. Every stinging slap from the thick implement heightened the delicious torment until she thought she might actually be able to climax from both the spanking and the men mastering her.
It ended far too soon for such a realization. Sletran leaned back and eyed her critically.
Despite her throbbing ass, Rachel moaned a protest and tried to thrust her hips up for more.
“Greedy, greedy girl. Don’t you worry. We’re just getting started.”
His hand swept over her throbbing backside, bringing the ache back to the fore. Rachel’s groan felt as if it came all the way from her toes. It was a sound that was equal parts hurt and hunger.
Sletran’s gentle tone was completely at odds with the spanking he’d given her. “Do you remember the manacles you saw the first time you were in this room? Where they are located on the wall?”
Rachel’s pussy tightened. “Eryi.”
“You will go there. Now.”
Conyod and Erybet released her. She got to her hands and knees and crawled towards the edge of the bed.
Smack!
Rachel yipped at the flash of burning pain on her ass and gave the paddle-wielding Sletran wide eyes. What the hell did he do that for?
A slow, evil grin spread over his face. “Move faster.”
She narrowed her eyes at him. Dominating bastard.
His arm was a blur her eyes couldn’t begin to follow as he landed another strike on her defenseless bottom. Rachel launched herself off the bed and bolted towards the curtained wall.
Sletran was right on her heels, paddling her all the way with peppering blows, ushering her along like a herd dog with a wandering sheep.
Herd dog, hell! He’s a fucking wolf!
As soon as she reached the wall, the spanking stopped. Sletran swept the drape aside to reveal the metal cuffs and chains. “I should warn you that you’ve only had the smallest taste of my discipline, though I do enjoy your disobedience. Feel free to challenge me all you like so we can discover just how much you can take,” he said.
Rachel narrowed her eyes at him. Great. Just great. She was a masochist and he was a sadist. They were a perfect pair.
“Give me your wrists.”
She eyed the manacles. Was she really going to willingly make herself utterly helpless for these men, all three of whom were now looming over her like great gods of lust? A violent spasm clenched her pussy tight.
I guess I am then.
She offered the demanded body parts with a raised eyebrow to show Sletran she was being generous by not fighting. One side of his mouth lifted in amusement.
“Thank you, Ray-Ray. You are most accommodating.”
The cuffs closed over her wrists. Rachel’s arms were stretched high over her head, and she faced the wall. There was enough chain for her to turn around to face the room instead, but she thought she’d wait to see what her Nobek wanted. I can be easy to get along with, she thought.
He looked her up and down. “She needs to stand higher. Where is the half-moon cushion?”
“Other side of the sleeping mat. I’ll get it,” Conyod said.
The Imdiko returned with an emerald green cushion that was a half-sphere. Laying it on its flat side, he put it on the floor just behind Rachel.
“Step up, my little warrior,” Sletran said, helping her stand on top of the rounded piece.
While he held her steady, Erybet and Conyod pushed it up against the wall beneath her. It wasn’t as soft as it looked. The cushion had just enough give for her feet to sink a little ways into it, keeping her from sliding off the slope. It had obviously been made for other uses, uses she could all too easily imagine. Her boys certainly had good taste in toys.
Sletran stepped behind her, his feet still on the floor. His hands seized her hips, pulling them slightly back. His groin rubbed against her sore buttocks. “Just the right height,” he groaned. Erybet adjusted the chains to her manacles, tightening them to keep her arms taut against their pull.
Today just keeps getting better, Rachel decided.
She expected Sletran to pull his pants down and have at her … and heaven knew, she was ready for that … but he surprised her by dropping to his knees on the floor instead. “Spread,” he rumbled, gently pushing her legs apart.
She did, and though her feet still had plenty of traction, Erybet and Conyod were right there on either side, making sure she wouldn’t slip. Meanwhile, the new position had her pussy spread wide open, and Sletran was looking up at it from only a few inches away. There was that uncomfortable sensation of being much too exposed, but Rachel determinedly shoved it down.
The men obviously liked what they saw. They’d clanned her, hadn’t they? And clanning was for life.
Sletran fingers traced the lips of her sex. She was soaked already, and the light touch brought more honey from her trembling flesh. Rachel felt him lean close, heard him inhale deeply of her scent. A growl rumbled from his throat. Two fingers slid in
ward to firmly stroke the indentation between outer and inner pussy lips. Rachel gasped and rocked her hips to encourage more of the delicious fondling.
Conyod tilted his head to gaze at her half-lidded eyes. “That’s it, my Matara. Give yourself over to him.”
His warm hand caressed her lower belly, stirring up more sensations. Erybet’s long, graceful fingers plucked carefully at her nipples, making them stiff in reaction. Bolts of delight zinged down to her clit, which Sletran’s teasing touch kept coming close to without quite making contact. She threw her head back and groaned.
“That’s right,” Erybet murmured in her ear. The soft breath against that tiny cup sent gooseflesh erupting all over her skin. “You are ours. You belong to us. You need do nothing but surrender.”
The fingers playing with her pussy settled against the entrance to her. Two pressed in. At the same time, Conyod’s hand dipped lower to brush her clit. Erybet’s tongue flicked into her ear, which was a surprisingly erotic sensation. Rachel cried out, her entire body stiffening in reaction. Desire stampeded through her body, making every touch that much more electrifying.
Erybet grasped her chin, turning her face towards his. His mouth brushed hers, and she parted her lips for him. His tongue invaded, stroking hers. He tasted of masculine musk and passion, and Rachel’s tongue twined around his.
Sletran’s fingers buried deep into her pussy, probing, searching. Rachel shouted into Erybet’s mouth when the Nobek found that supremely sensitive spot. Her legs gave out, but the three men were ready to support her as molten heat suffused her body. She jerked her hips, driving the nerve cluster against Sletran’s fingertips over and over. Fierce need made her work with almost frenzied speed. Her mind crumbled into bits, all thoughts consumed by the ravenous hunger in her womb. All she knew was desperate desire and the drive for release.
“Enough,” a deep voice said, and except for the supporting arms that held her, the touches disappeared.
Rachel’s shriek filled the room. Her body was one primal ache and she was being denied fulfillment.
“Easy, my eager warrior.” The voice in her ear was half-violent, half-amused. She twisted her head around to see Sletran looking down at her over her shoulder. Erybet and Conyod had stepped back, giving him sole possession of her, though they watched with avid gazes.
Rachel swallowed. They were going to watch Sletran fuck her without participating themselves. Being on display for such an act was scary and exciting.
Sletran pulled her close so that her spine met his hard chest and abdomen. He was naked.
She really had gone bye-bye for him to have disrobed without her noticing. Thick, heated lengths pressed against her butt crack.
Enough of Rachel’s scattered brain re-assembled itself for her to make a plea. “Krewet?”
She rubbed her still-smarting ass against his groin, smearing the wetness of his lubrication into her crevice.
“Oh, absolutely,” he answered.
His hand adjusted his cocks, putting the tip of his larger one against her pussy. The smaller, secondary cock appeared, its beginning jutting just at the front of her mound. Right up against her clit. Rachel’s breath caught.
“Feel something you want, my Matara?”
She jerked a nod, staring into his dark eyes. The pupils had enlarged so that they appeared almost wholly black, with only slivers of the blue-purple irises showing.
“Then I will give it to you.”
She was so wet that when Sletran pressed up, he slid halfway in before he could stop himself. Rachel’s head rocked back to fall on his shoulder, her insides clenching with near climax at the abrupt entry. She shuddered.
“My sweet, eager Matara,” the Nobek groaned. He shook almost as hard as she, making Rachel wonder if he’d been close to coming too. He held still as they both fought to recover.
His hands cupped her breasts. Rachel was nowhere near flatchested, but those huge paws swallowed her mounds whole. Damn, Sletran was a big man all over the place.
When his breath had steadied, he whispered, “Let’s continue this.”
His renewed invasion was slower, carefully entering her, filling her to bursting. Rachel’s every exhale ended in a sob as not only did the thick cock rub the hot spot inside her sheath, but the smaller cock moved against her clit as he drove steadily inside her. Her head slowly shook from side to side as he took her. Her insides were roiling, desperate to spill over. Tiny spasms shook her, small bursts of pleasure that did more to feed the swelling ecstasy than relieve it.
Sletran pressed in until he was embedded completely. He paused.
“Bring your legs together, tight.”
His hands slid from her breasts to her hips, steadying her as she obeyed. The new position trapped his second cock between her thighs. It nestled up against her clit and mound, a hot, wet brand searing her sensitive skin. It jutted, darkly purple, curving upwards. She panted in reaction.
The Nobek’s hands traveled up Rachel’s body, moving up her ribcage, over her upper arms, all the way up to her hands. He made her close her fists over the chains holding her stretched up.
“Hang on to these and fuck me.”
Her breath caught. She clutched the cool metal links hard. Using them to help support her weight, Rachel rocked her hips upward. Sletran’s cock slid outward, dragging delightfully against the sweet spot. At the same time, his second cock rubbed against her clit.
“Aaaaaaah,” Rachel breathed in a protracted sigh. She pressed back, drawing him back in and massaging her clit, which had emerged from its hood. The pleasure was profound, almost painful in its acuteness. The tip of him met her cervix, sending slivers of elation through her belly. She wanted more. She wanted it harder.
She rocked up, then back with more strength. A thunderclap of bliss poured through her.
Oh yeah. That was exactly right. That was what she needed.
“Yesss,” Sletran hissed in her ear. “Make yourself come fucking me. Make yourself come hard, my Matara.”
His mouth covered the muscle in the side of her neck. Rachel felt the sting of his fangs poised to bite into her flesh. She stretched her head to one side, surrendering to his bite. His teeth plunged in, and she warbled a high pitched cry at the exquisite pain.
The tiny punctures numbed in an instant. As Sletran pumped intoxicant into her veins, Rachel rocked her hips, moving faster and harder. Erotic euphoria filled her senses from the Nobek’s bite. Gorgeous sensation billowed through her body. She was getting close.
“So beautiful watching her with him.” Rachel heard Erybet’s voice from nearby.
She’d forgotten he and Conyod were right there, seeing her give herself to their clanmate.
Looking at her while she fucked him. Being on display was every bit a thrill as being spanked, and Rachel felt her insides clenching as she closed in on the inevitable end. She jerked hard against Sletran, orgasm just a breath away.
Sletran released the bite and licked over the tiny wounds. His hands closed over her breasts and he squeezed. His breath was a hurricane in her ear. “Come, my beauty. Come now.”
Rachel’s pussy seized. White-hot climax exploded. Her insides heaved in tidal waves. An instant later Sletran cried out, his body stiffening behind her. Then he bucked, ramming his cock in and out twice before shoving harder. She felt the iron bar of him pulse hugely. He was coming, pumping her full of his seed. Her pussy flexed, drawing every drop of precious liquid from him. She sagged in the manacles, the last of energy drained from her body.
At last the big Kalquorian slumped behind her. His arms circled her body, and he kissed the back of her neck. “My mate,” he whispered.
Rachel closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling of his warmth against her back. All was right in her world.
“I’d better fetch some stim tabs.” Conyod sounded a little breathless himself. “Otherwise, you and I will have to take care of each other, my Dramok.”
“As much as that never fails to please me, I would prefer
my Matara this first night of our clanship.”
Conyod chuckled as he left the room in a hurry. Rachel didn’t even raise her head as her wrists were unshackled. She floated in contentment from the combined effects of liquor, Kalquorian intoxicant, and sensational climax. Her whole body hummed with quiet pleasure.
“Open your mouth and let this dissolve on your tongue.”
Rachel didn’t bother to open her eyes to see what Conyod was giving her. Her lips parted and a small, flat strip was placed on her tongue. She’d never taken a stim tab before, so she had no idea what to expect.
There was a hint of tart sweetness, like an exotic fruit. It disappeared fairly quickly. Rachel was barely aware that she was no longer vertical. Not quite horizontal, either, though she felt a firm but giving surface beneath her back. More like her butt was draped over a hill with her head below it. Warm hands spread her legs apart. Fingers opened her pussy, stroked it gently. Curls of delight wove through her loins. Nice. So very nice…
Rachel’s heart began to beat faster. Energy suddenly coursed through her body, as if she’d been plugged into a socket. The sluggish pleasure brightened, and she was abruptly fully aroused once more. Her eyes flew open.
“Welcome back, my angel,” Erybet said. He knelt naked on top of the half-circle cushion, right between her wide open legs.
“Retig,” she mumbled. Wow, stim tabs were a lot more potent than coffee. She felt like she could run a marathon right now. Or spend the entire night fucking the gorgeous creature looking down on her, his cocks sticking straight out from his body.
Yes, fucking sounded like the better of the two options. But what the hell was Erybet wearing on his cocks?
Two joined rings were pushed up all the way to the bases of his penises. They were made of some flexible material that was colored dark brown and covered in small nubs. At the top, right above Erybet’s primary cock, was a square of more of the material with an indentation, like a little pocket.
From her experiences with Marcus, Rachel knew holding the base of the penis tight could inhibit ejaculation. So Erybet wearing the rings there made sense if he wanted to prolong their joining. But that top part of the thing … she couldn’t make sense of it.
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