Mate-Prize

by Renee Bond

  It was hard for me to see, but I managed to catch enough glimpses to realize that each one of them was holding something. Something long. Something thin, which looked like it was made of a light plastic.

  Four angry men. Four canes. One very sore, very exposed naked ass.

  They gathered into a circle around me. Travon, in front of me, spoke.

  “What you did today was very wrong,” he said, in a tone I’d not heard from him before. A tone of pure danger.

  “You offended and injured members of an allied faction,” said Jensi, “possibly jeopardizing diplomatic relations.”

  “You put our whole squad in danger,” said Daxen.

  “Worst of all,” said Ellon, “Worse by far… you put yourself in danger.”

  “You have no idea,” said Travon, “what we went through to earn you. The risks we took. The number of enemy lives we took. We won't allow you to throw all that away by getting yourself killed. We won't allow you to degrade our service by so much as injuring yourself. You will learn your place. You will learn not only to not disobey, but to anticipate our wishes and obey them without being told to. And you will be punished for having displeased us so severely.”

  “I-” I began.

  Travon cut me off.

  “Silence!” He thundered. “You will speak only if you are told to do so.”

  Just then, I felt something thin and hard touch my naked, exposed ass.

  “You will never put yourself in danger,” said Jensi. “Say it.”

  Emotions warred within me.

  Trussed up. Naked. Being scolded like a child - no, like a dog. My heart tried to block it out, to resist emotionally, since I very clearly couldn’t resist physically.

  But… it was a half-hearted resistance.

  As fucked up as it was to think about it this way… these men were doing this because they cared for me. Because they wanted me to be safe. The fact that the worst thing I did was put myself in danger was evidence of that. I couldn’t help but feel... kinda touched, by that.

  I kinda hated that I felt that way.

  But I couldn’t help it.

  “I… will never put myself in danger,” I said softly.

  Thwack!

  Jensi canned me. Hard.

  I yelped, as much from surprise as pain. The sensation was pure sting, burning a line across my ass cheeks, seeping under my skin, lingering like a long insect bite.

  As I got over the shock of it… I found myself drawing a deep, full breath.

  The pain went straight to my stomach, where it buried deep into me. Tugging at my inner being. Pulling at my pelvis. Attacking my sex. It shouldn’t have been such a surprise after the first time my men had fucked me. But it was. Being turned on almost against my will was still completely foreign to me.

  “Again.” This time Daxen had spoken.

  “I will not put myself in danger,” I said, and managed to sound a bit more confident this time.

  Thwack!

  Daxen’s blow was softer, but not by much. His strike, however, neatly intersected the line Jensi had left across my rear. Where the two lines touched, my ass screamed.

  Wait, no. That was me.

  I could feel tears of pain forming in my eyes.

  “Again.” Ellon, this time.

  “I-I will not p-put myself in danger.” Damn it, but I was fucking quivering, anticipating the next strike.

  Thwack!

  Ellon’s strike was the hardest yet, far harder than Jensi’s. Which surprised me - I’d come to think of Ellon as the caring, gentle one.

  As fresh waves of pain burrowed into my core, my hips, my crotch, forcing an embarrassing wetness out of my pussy, it occurred to me that Ellon had hit me the hardest precisely because he was the caring one. His caring about me made him care even more deeply about making sure that I never came to harm… that I never put myself in harm’s way ever again.

  At that thought, something inside me broke down.

  All of a sudden, I was glad that I was being punished. I wanted to be punished. Wanted to obey. Wanted to be the good little woman they all wanted me to be. I still don’t know if I can explain it. Maybe I was just getting too horny. Maybe nobody had ever demonstrated how much they cared about me in such a visceral way before.

  Maybe the pain was just making me loopy.

  Whatever it was, I could feel myself changing. Becoming submissive. Becoming clay, putty that yearned to be molded into whatever my men, my mates, wanted me to be.

  Yearned, for my hulking, seemingly all-powerful alien warriors to fuck me brainless.

  “I will not put myself in danger,” I said, anticipating the next command.

  A huge, frightfully strong hand cupped my chin, pulling my head up.

  I found myself staring into Travan’s massive, stern eyes. They were a deeper shade of blue than I remembered.

  “You will speak only if you are told to do so.”

  Out of habit, I almost responded. Thankfully, I managed to restrain myself.

  Again and again, I was commanded to speak, always the same thing. Again and again, the canes fell across my naked, quivering flesh. Most of the strokes fell across my ass. But occasionally, they fell on my thighs, my arms, or my back. After a time, I almost started to feel thankful whenever a cane fell onto a new spot - because it meant that it wasn’t falling on a spot that already had a stinging red welt on it. It always hurt, but being caned in a place that was already raw, already painful… it multiplied the pain almost past my ability to endure it.

  Yet, endure it I did.

  For I had no choice whatsoever about whether or not to do so.

  Occasionally, the pain threatened to overwhelm consciousness. Whenever I started to sag on my feet, I felt strong hands holding me by the shoulders, keeping my full weight from wrenching and injuring my securely bound arms.

  Eventually, it was all I could to concentrate on my breathing.

  My whole body hurt. Felt like a tangled mass of stinging webs of pain.

  And through it all, I couldn’t get enough.

  There was a point where the pain just… stop being pain. Sure, it still hurt, but once my endorphins really kicked in, even that pain felt good. And the reaction each new strike brought to my pussy, to my stomach and my chest, to my adrenaline-soaked mind, was pure intoxication. By that point, my pussy was absolutely throbbing. Rebelling. It was like my vagina was separated from the rest of my body. Every strike brought new waves of longing, a new explosion of aching need, a new fresh desire to submit. But, it went deeper than that. The longing, the terrible, inexorable need, felt like it was invading my very soul.

  I needed to be fucked.

  I needed to obey.

  I needed them.

  Finally, the beating stopped.

  Faintly, I realized that there were trails of tears running down my face. But I wasn’t crying. I was gasping for breath, desire clouding every inch if my mind. I felt like a dog in heat.

  It felt damn good.

  I wanted the punishment. I wanted the pain. I wanted to be theirs. The pain meant that I belonged to them. That they could do whatever they wanted to me. Could have me however they wanted. I felt an intense need to please them, a sensation I’d never come close to feeling.

  A feeling I knew, down to my bones, that I wanted to feel every minute for the rest of my life.

  It made me feel safe. Loved. Desired. Valued.

  And it was just so freaking hot!

  Travan’s eyes materialized in front of mine.

  “We’re going to fuck you now,” he said calmly. Not gently though. Calmly, but somehow forcefully. “We could make it pleasurable for you. We could force it to be pleasurable for you. But we won't. You don’t deserve pleasure. So we’re going to take our pleasure from you. And we’re going to make it hurt. Because that’s what you deserve, and because that will give us even more pleasure.”

  As he spoke, a pair of strong hands gripped my ass.

  I jumped - or, tried to. I w
as still tied painfully, hands high in the air, forcing my ass high in the air.

  Suddenly, without warning, I felt the tip of what had to be a cock against my asshole.

  Fuck. They were really going to fuck me in the ass!

  The pressure was gentle at first. Wet too - there must have been some sort of lube, but I couldn’t see. That was unnerving. Exhilarating. I was so helpless, so powerless, so at the mercy of my captors, that I couldn’t even see who was about to violate me. I gasped, at both the thought and the sensation of the cock against my asshole. It felt… something. Tingly? I don’t know how to describe-

  Then the pressure grew, and grew.

  Without realizing it, without being able to help it, I clenched.

  A heavy hand smacked my raw, tender ass. The fire of the pain spread across my skin, igniting an even fiercer desire in my loins, a promise of pleasure I still didn’t know how to understand.

  “Don’t you dare resist,” said Jensi’s voice.

  I forced myself to relax. There was no point in struggling. My ass was getting fucked. Whether I wanted it to happen or not.

  It didn’t take long for Jensi’s cock to force its way up my rear. I squealed, a sound that degenerated into a series of gasping noises.

  Fuck but it hurt! It felt unnatural. Awful.

  Awesome.

  Just knowing that one of my mate’s cocks was finally inside me, after having been turned on so hard for so long now, threatened to force an orgasm out of me.

  It didn’t take long for the pain to subside. Then to turn into a deliciously dirty pleasure. Mercifully, Jensi stroked slowly at first, letting my ass get used to his length, his girth.

  Then the stroking sped up.

  The pain was intense. But so was the pleasure. Both sensations, in equal measure, exploded from my ass, down my legs, gripping my knees, making them shake. My breathing grew ragged.

  “I told you she would like it,” said Jensi, his tone somehow equal parts sneering and admiring.

  “Never doubted it,” said Elon. The harshness had gone from his voice too. Were they less angry with me? Was I pleasing them? The thought made me feel warm inside. Made the fucking all the more enjoyable.

  “I’d be shocked if this slut hadn’t liked it,” said Daxen.

  “Did you know, whore,” said Jensi, his tone lightening even more, “that I tried to make a bet that you would love having my cock in your ass - but that nobody would take it?”

  Holy crap, this was so fucking humiliating! Beaten, punished, put in my place… and then, not only fucked in the ass, but taunted while it was happening!

  It was so… so filthy.

  It felt like I had been waiting my whole life to experience it.

  It was freeing. Utterly liberating. As the pain of taking at least a food of Jensi’s huge cock deep in my asshole faded further, it was replaced by a slippery, thoroughly taboo pleasure deeper than I could have imagined. Knowing in my bones that I couldn’t do a damn thing but take it, I realized something: “loved” wasn’t a strong enough word to describe how much I liked this. I didn’t just love being bound, beaten, ass-fucked and humiliated.

  I felt fulfilled by it.

  Once again my breathing grew labored, degenerating into a series of clawing gasps. My eyes all but rolled back into my head.

  “Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! OH!”

  And just like that, I started to orgasm.

  I could hear snickers and satisfied chuckles coming from all around me. I didn’t care. No, that’s not true - I even liked that. It meant that they were enjoying me. That I was satisfying them. It made me come all the harder.

  Jensi’s big hand slapped my ass, grabbing and squeezing so, so firmly. My ass shook under his grip, convulsing with the strength of my orgasm. When it was over, as I was struggling to regain my breath, I noticed a certain… warmth, inside me.

  I realized that Jensi had come in me, just as I’d been coming.

  He slid out of me slowly. Gave my rump one last slap. Which, of course, sent another wave of pain-pleasure throughout my body. Igniting my sex drive all over again.

  “This was supposed to be part of your punishment,” said Travon. Even his voice sounded more bemused than hard. “But I guess we don’t have to keep pretending that’s what it is anymore.”

  Blessedly, my arms began lowering! Slowly. Tantalizingly slowly. And holy shit did it hurt! Being held in a painful position for so long, my arms had actually grown numb. And now, as the blood rushed back into them, it felt like they were being pricked by thousands of needles all at once. I cried out, just a little. But eventually, as strong hands stood me up straighter, as my wrists settled near the small of my back, they did feel a lot better.

  “Want to bet I can make her come harder than you?” Travan asked Jensi.

  “Oh, you’re on!” said Jensi. “A thousand credits says that either it takes you longer, or she’s not as loud.”

  “I’ll take louder,” said Travon, a deep hunger creeping into his voice. Just as I felt the tip of his massive, throbbing cock against my wet, hungry ass.

  “But first,” Travan said, gripping my hair in one hand, flexing my head slowly back and forth in his iron grip, making sure I knew just who was in charge, “our horny little fuck puppet is going to promise to be on her best behavior from now on.” He gave my red-striped ass a spank. “Now.”

  “I will!” I promised earnestly. “I’ll always do exactly what you WANT!”

  I hadn’t meant for that last part to come out so loud. But just as I said it, Travon rammed his huge dick up my ass with a force that took me completely by surprise. Jensi had really loosened me up back there - which was a pleasant surprise. Who knew asses could do that? Nevertheless, the speed and force Travon used brought with it fresh waves of delicious pain, of overwhelming pleasure. I couldn’t help it. I moaned, long and loud, savoring the feeling of my ass cheeks quivering against Travan’s rock hard pelvis.

  Travan was slower, more deliberate than Jensi. As he worked his long, fat penis back and forth inside me, the both of us delighting in every inch, every nerve ending, ever incredible moment, Ellon and Daxen came around to stand in front of me. Soon they were each fondling one of my breasts. Squeezing. Pinching my nipples, softly, then unmercifully hard.

  I could barely process all the sensations at once. I shut my eyes, barely able to breathe, awash in a sea of pain and pleasure, helpless before the magnitude of the sex being forced onto me, into me.

  “That’s cheating!” protested Jensi. “I made the nymph scream all on my own. Bet’s off!”

  The others just laughed.

  “This is more fun anyways,” said Daxen, a deep husk in his voice. “Breasts like these shouldn’t go too long without a good fondle.”

  I felt a wetness on my right nipple. Through the shuddering haze, the near-mindless bliss, I managed to open my eyes. Ellon had my nipple in his mouth. His tongue swirled around my nipple, forcing my incessant moaning and gasping to an even higher pitch. Then his teeth bit painfully down, turning my moan to a scream of pain!

  Fuck, but that hurt!

  But like always, the pain hit me hard, reverberating deep into my core, turning me on ever harder. How had I gone my whole life without knowing how fucking amazing it felt to be sexually beaten and tortured while being fucked?

  A voice whispered in my ear. Travon’s

  “Time for you to come for me, you filthy little slut.”

  Travan’s cock was picking up speed. Ramming my asshole harder. His pelvis clapped against my firm, round ass, louder, louder. It felt like I was being mounted by some mythical beast, by a power that was beyond my comprehension. The force of it pressed me against my bonds - at least until Travan’s massive hands gripped my upper thighs like vices, refusing to let me move an inch.

  Travan’s voice whispered again.

  “When you feel me come inside you,” he said, “that’s when you’re going to orgasm. Know why?”

  He paused. Not knowing what to say, gas
ping too hard to speak even if I did, I didn’t even try to respond.

  “Because I fucking said so.”

  Unfortunately, I couldn’t wait that long. As soon as I heard those words, felt the power behind them, knew that I would obey him with every fiber of my being… I started to come.

  Thankfully, so did he.

  We climaxed together. He didn’t make any noise, other than a few shallow grunts. I, on the other hand, screamed my fucking head off. I didn’t try to stop it - far from it. I embellished the sound, making it louder, relishing in the joy of being forced to brutal, life-altering orgasm.

  And after it was over… I wanted more. So much more.

  Good thing, too. Cause Ellon and Daxen wasted no time.

  The devices holding my wrists and ankles didn’t budge for me, but they moved easily for Ellon and Daxen. Daxen gripped my ankles and raised them forwards, while Ellon rotated my upper body backward. I soon found myself off the floor, hovering a few feet off the deck, the wrist bindings supporting my weight right at the small of my back, and the ankle bindings helping by supporting the weight of my legs.

  It was actually more comfortable than it sounds.

  Then Daxen pried my ankles apart, forcing me to spread my legs wide.

  It finally clicked what they were doing.

  I was floating, legs now spread, right at waist height.

  In perfect position to be fucked.

  “No reason for one of us to wait with a slut like this,” said Daxen.

  “You read my mind,” replied Ellon.

  Everyone chuckled sadistically.

  Everyone but me.

  I was already feeling the anticipation growing. The knowledge that I couldn’t stop whatever was coming was oppressive. But the fact that I wouldn’t want to even if I could… that was like being submerged in a pool of liquid pleasure, unable to get out, but oh-so-happy to be there.

  All of a sudden, Daxen’s hand crashed down on my exposed pussy!

  I yelped - then gasped at the intense wave of pleasure the pain that spewed forth.

  Again.

  And again.

  And again.

  Slap after slap, from a man who could definitely lift me over his head with one hand, all directed at my most sensitive and private of parts.