by Renee Bond
Suddenly I was back up off the floor. Ellon reached around me and seized my legs just below my ass - Jensi’s plug sent a twinge of naughty sensation up my spine - and lifted me up as if I weighed less than nothing.
I couldn’t even remember the last time I’d been physically held off the floor before. Probably not since I’d been a very, very small child. Ellon’s rippling arms and jacked shoulders made me feel even smaller.
“Put your arms around me.”
Again, he spoke gently, but again, it wasn’t a request.
I moved my arms over his shoulders - and felt for the first time just how sore they were! They felt like they were in the process of slowly falling off. Thankfully, they didn’t. They wrapped themselves around Ellon’s massive, neck - my god, even his neck was as hard as granite.
“Now kiss me.”
Part of me hesitated. I felt a little less overwhelmed now that I wasn’t tied up anymore. A very relative statement, of course. But, if I wanted, I could resist. I could move my face away from his. At least, for a few moments.
Then the rest of me vetoed my hesitancy, obeying Ellon readily. I almost felt betrayed by my own body.
I truly felt absolutely compelled to obey this man.
I wanted to make him feel as good as he was making me feel.
I wanted him to keep making me feel good.
I wanted us both to make each other feel good.
Our lips met.
He was a really, really good kisser. Firm. Gentle. Active, but not weird. His tongue pushed between my lips. Mine pushed right back. Our jaws worked back and forth, expressing our need for one another.
I felt my hips moving under me, guided by two of the strongest hands I’d ever felt.
I knew what was coming. Knew what Ellon was maneuvering me towards.
Deep down, I felt even more grateful.
My legs were already spread for him, my knees on either side of the wall of muscle that was his torso.
I spread them even wider.
I wanted to give him all of me. Just for taking off those damn nipple clamps, just for showing me that he genuinely cared about my wellbeing, I wanted to give him everything. I wanted him to take everything.
He obliged.
His massive cock - the biggest yet, even bigger than Travan’s - pushed into my pussy slowly. So slowly.
I could tell he was going slowly for me. So it would hurt less.
I remembered how he’d been waiting for this moment for his entire life. And that, as one of my owner’s, he was in no way obligated to go slowly, to give my already sore pussy time to stretch even wider. That was just for me. He didn’t want to hurt me. He wanted it to feel good for me.
I wish I could say it felt great.
In a way, it did.
But mostly, it hurt. Honestly, for a few moments after the head of his cock first breached me, I thought he was going to tear something. As he pushed deeper and deeper into me, inch by agonizing inch, I thought he was really going to injure me in some way.
Then, mercifully, he pulled back.
“This may take a few tries,” he whispered good-naturedly into my ear.
Damn it.
Once again, I felt ashamed. Not because I’d been kidnapped. Not because I’d been made helpless, and had that helplessness shoved in my face over and over. Not because I couldn’t stop an entire group of men for taking me against my will. Not even because I was unable to keep myself from liking every painful, violating thing that happened to me.
No. Now I was ashamed because I was failing Ellon.
He had fought his whole life for this. For me. Now, in what should be the greatest moment of his life… he was having to slow down. To hold back.
It was idiotic. I wasn’t responsible for any of this! I hadn’t asked to be abducted, to be awarded as a human prize, to be mated with like some brainless animal.
But that’s how I felt.
I spread my legs wider. Fuck, but it hurt.
But I forced myself to do it.
“Harder,” I whispered. My voice was low, drenched with sex. Even this most intimate of pain was, against all odds, turning me on. It was like my pussy just didn’t care about how much pain it was in. It had a massive, powerful cock inside of it, and it wanted to take full advantage.
“No,” he said sternly. “I’ll go as quickly or as slowly as I please, little slut.”
A wave of relief washed over me. I’d been torn between the pain of his immense cock, and feeling like I wasn’t doing good enough for the first of my men to show me real kindness. But in a heartbeat, he’d taken that indecision away from me. I didn’t have to think about the speed he was going to fuck me at.
That was up to him, not me.
More grateful to Ellon than ever, I felt myself relax.
And, as I did so, the pain in my pussy began to ebb.
I was warming up to him.
Each gentle stroke from his inhuman cock reached a little deeper inside me. Stretched me out just a little wider.
Each passing moment felt a little better. And better.
And better.
Oh. Oh fuck.
I moaned and shuddered at once. All I could think about was my pussy. All my mind would focus on was the deep, otherworldly sensation of Ellon’s glorious rhythm.
I felt myself rising towards orgasm. I felt like I had wings. Like I was soaring through clouds lit by a golden sunset, even though I was stuck firmly in Ellon’s iron embrace. Even that embrace, even knowing that I had no choice but to be with Ellon, to be fucked hard and deep by Ellon, began to feel like freedom itself.
He was moaning softly.
My hips began to jerk uncontrollably. They and I were in total agreement about how amazing Ellon’s monster cock felt sliding back and forth inside of me.
“Good girl,” Ellon whispered. My eyes rolled backward as I inhaled deeply. “Good little slut.”
I was so happy. I was pleasing him. He was pleased with me. He said I was good!
I was walking the razor's edge, just a hair before falling into the bottomless chasm of my orgasm.
Ellon chuckled.
And he slowed down!
“I’m not going to make it that easy, you naughty little whore,” he whispered teasingly. It was as if he was making a joke… but we also both knew it was no joke.
I didn’t know what to say. Should I beg? What would he want me to beg for? Should I say anything? Would he punish me if I didn't?
“Not one word out of you,” Ellon said, and I almost died. “You just spread those beautiful legs of yours and give me that glorious pussy. I want to hear how much you like me fucking you silly.”
I was all too happy to obey.
I don’t know how long Ellon fucked me. A month. An eon. Every time my hips couldn’t help themselves and started pumping all on their own, Ellon would slow down again, using his giant’s hands to effortlessly force me to slow down.
Then, finally, at long last, I could tell that he was finally losing control of himself.
I moaned louder. Gasped deeper.
He did too.
Then he started fucking me hard.
Immediately, it felt as though I was drowning in a tsunami of pleasure.
Every muscle in my body contracted at once as I came so hard I couldn’t breathe.
Ellon cried out. I screamed, shrill and song-like. I’m absolutely positive every last person on the ship heard us coming together.
Ellon’s cock didn’t stop. Neither did my orgasm.
Darkness stole the world.
Chapter 17
Rachel
I was floating.
Quite literally.
I realized, after a long, misty moment, that I’d passed out from my orgasm.
The first thing I thought was that I wanted to do it again.
Travan, Jensi and Ellon all sat upside down in their chairs, satisfied grins on their faces and hints of drowsiness in their eyes. They looked like wolves that had just gor
ged on a fantastic kill.
Wait… upside down.
They were upside down.
What?
No. Shit. I was upside down!
Somehow, there was no gravity around me. I floated in place… with my head towards the floor and my feet up in the air!
“There’s something I’ve always wanted to try,” Daxen’s voice said from behind me.
My head whipped around.
To find itself eye-level with Daxen’s naked manhood.
He spun me around to face him. Suspended in midair, I was helpless to resist.
His hands found my breasts.
I gasped. My adrenaline and hormone-soaked body reacted immediately. My pussy was still wet from Ellon - from everything - but I could already feel it giving in, anticipating even more pleasure.
How could I say no to that?
Daxen squeezed. Gently. Firmly. Exploring my bosom. I loved it. I was beyond thinking about it. I was only capable of feeling. And what I was feeling was fan-fucking-tastic.
Daxen’s cock was staring at me.
It wasn’t as girthy as Ellon’s. But it was the longest one yet. I began to wonder how it would feel inside my aching cunt. Then I wondered how I could possibly want more after everything I’d been through.
I decided I didn’t care.
I’d been abducted. Humiliated. Stipped bare, used, abused. Didn’t I deserve a little something after all that? Wasn’t I fucking entitled to actually enjoy this?
Yes. I damn well was.
So I decided that I would. Completely. Without reservation. I would give in to the pleasure. Accept it. Relish it. I would soak it in like a sponge, no matter where it came from.
My mind drifted back to Daxen’s cock.
It was still staring at me. Mere inches from my face. Easily over a foot long, and hard as iron. It curved gently downwards at the end. I decided that was kind of cute.
“Can you guess what you’re going to do next, you filthy fucking slut?” Daxen asked.
There was a throaty edge in his voice. He liked it dirty.
Well apparently, so did I.
Who would have thunk?
I opened my mouth. Stuck out my tongue.
It was filthy. I was about to suck off my abductor, my captor - and the thought of it was making my hips squirm uncontrollably.
But just before I put Daxen’s cock in my mouth, it pulled back.
“Beg for it, slut.”
I looked up at him.
He grinned wickedly.
Then he took his cock in his hand and smacked me in the face with it!
I let out a gasp of pure surprise. It didn’t even hurt. But holy shit, was it ever humiliating. Waves of embarrassment rolled over me like a riptide, pulling me out ever deeper into a depthless pool of desire.
Smack.
Smack.
My mind was frozen. I started breathing heavily. My tongue found its way out of my mouth. The next smack brought Daxen’s cock head right onto it.
“I think you like being humiliated, you fucking whore,” Daxen said. “That’s why you’re going to beg for it. Hell, I’ll even be nice and turn this back on for you. We all know how much you love this little toy.”
What was he talking abou-
Like a bucket of cold water, the little vibrator that Travan had used to torment me slithered back into place. It was already on. Vibrating away.
Driving me fucking crazy.
The sensation was much worse than before. This time, I’d already come several times. My pussy was raw.
And that fucker Daxen cranked up the vibrations.
He had no interest in teasing me, it seemed.
“This doesn’t stop until I get off,” Daxen said, still grinning. “I wonder if you’re one of those naughty little sluts that can’t stop from getting off if the vibrations are intense enough?”
I didn’t know if I was. But I was sure that we were about to find out.
In no time at all I was moaning and gasping. Without thinking, I reached down - I mean, up - to touch the vibe.
Mistake.
Daxen pinched my nipples hard. I squealed in pain and pleasure.
“Put your hands behind your back,” he said, still squeezing hard enough to bring tears to my eyes.
I obeyed. The squeezing turned into a firm twisting. The pain dulled into pure pleasure.
Without warning, I came.
“Oh! Oh! Oh! Ohhhh!”
I couldn’t stop it! I mean, I didn’t want to. But I instinctively fought back against the unexpected sensation. Completely in vain. My hips, floating freely, jerked back and forth. It was all I could do to remember to keep my hands behind my back!
The vibe didn’t let up for one single second. Over-sensation turned my squeals of pleasure into squeals of… Hell, I don’t even know what.
“Better start begging slut,” said Daxen. “I can do this all night. Can you?”
My legs were starting to kick back and forth. Didn’t matter. Zero-gee is a bitch. Daxen held me easily in place, just by pinching my nipples harder. Oddly, the pain in my nipples helped balance out the massive overstimulation in my clit. The balance was heavenly.
I started to moan again.
“I think this is going to backfire on you Dax,” said Jensi loudly. The men laughed.
“I think she’s going to do exactly what I want,” countered Daxen. “Isn’t that right slut?”
Without consulting me, my head nodded vigorously.
“Yes!” I yelped. The sensation was overpowering! Maddening! But, slowly, it was bringing me back to orgasm.
More slowly this time.
But also much more powerfully.
I couldn’t stop it. I loved it. I was helpless. I was in heaven. I wanted it to stop. I wanted it to never, ever stop.
“Please-” I started.
But I couldn’t say it.
Begging to be fucked was one thing.
Begging to suck someone’s cock is quite another.
Being fucked was at least an act of mutual pleasure.
But how could I beg to debase myself solely for another’s pleasure? It was a whole other level of humiliation. Try as I might, the words just wouldn’t escape my lips.
Distantly, through the torrents of pleasure ripping me apart, I heard the men laughing again.
Shit. What was going to happen to me if Daxen didn’t get off? I could barely take… however long it had been, of this!
I’d never sucked a cock before. Being the lead singer and guitarist of a popular band, I’d never had to. And I’d never had even a passing interest in it.
Fuck me. What if I couldn’t do it? What if I broke, gave in… and couldn’t get the job done?
I was on the brink of orgasm. But having come three times already, it was harder in coming this time. So I hovered there on the edge of orgasm, my pussy screaming-
Oh. I was actually kinda screaming too. In between gasping desperately for air.
Daxen’s hands ran up and down my torso. Touching me everywhere. Exploring my inner thighs. Squeezing my ass - reminding me that Jensi’s ass-plug was still firmly in place. Ringing my waist. Cupping my breasts. It was electric. Wherever he touched, the pleasure followed.
His hands found my neck.
My face.
His thumb forced its way between my lips. I could barely think, let alone try to resist. It played along my tongue, stroking, going deeper.
In. Out. In. Out-
I came. It was actually a little painful. My hips jerked as if spasming. My legs kicked. My hands had a death grip on each other behind my back. My pussy clenched over and over, causing my ass to clench painfully on the plug that was still inside it. And as I squealed, high-pitched, out of control, Daxen’s thumb found the back of my throat. Violating me. Pushing my orgasm higher. Further. Deeper. Harder.
“How long before it’s my cock making you make those irresistible sounds?” Daxen asked.
As my orgasm finally faded, I knew I was
about to break.
The vibrations felt like they were twisting my pussy up into knots. It hurt. Good hurt. Bad hurt. Way-too-much-hurt.
I didn’t care anymore. I couldn’t take any more of this!
“Please!” I shouted. “Please let me suck your cock!”
“Oh?” said Daxen, clearly pleased with himself. “And why do you want to suck my cock?”
That fucking bastard.
Humiliation as intense as the vibrations penetrating my dancing cunt speared through my chest.
But it was obvious what he wanted me to say.
“I want your cum in my mouth,” I said.
“Say please.”
No choice.
“Please… please cum in my mouth!” I said, gasping. As I said it, a long, low moan of pain-pleasure ripped out of my throat.
“Since you asked so nicely,” said Daxen, “I think I will!”
More laughter.
But the embarrassment was actually fucking helping. It made me feel dirty, and that made me feel horny. The feeling that I was a complete slut who’d do anything to get off… was actually getting me off. My crotch roared back to life, sucking in the vibrations.
And I started rising towards yet another orgasm.
I was confused… but that humiliation would turn me on was no more surprising than the fact that pain apparently turned me on.
So I decided to just enjoy it.
Then there was a very big, very long cock in my mouth.
It tasted… neutral. Not bad, like I’d been imagining. In fact, I got used to the sensation pretty quickly.
I tried sucking. It wasn’t easy. Daxen’s cock was many, many times bigger than anything I’d ever sucked on before.
My nipples screamed - Daxen was pinching them!
I yelped. The sound was distinctly muffled.
“Watch your teeth,” he said.
I tried to wrap my lips tighter around his solid shaft. My spit was making it easier to slide my mouth along its length.
Then it hit me.
I... kinda liked it.
No. I really liked it.
Despite the torture, Daxen had given me a lot of pleasure. A lot more of the latter than the former, in fact. And honestly, I’d enjoyed every moment of all of it.
Now I had a way to repay him. To show him my gratitude.
I sucked.
“Slow down,” said Daxen, wrapping his hands around my head, showing me how fast to go. “That’s it.”
