by Renee Bond
I couldn’t help it. The sensation was so intense, I started to come!
“Oh! Oh! OH!”
My yelps came in time with his slaps now. I thought I was going to get to come again - but quickly realized that the pain of each successive slap interrupted the rhythm of my building orgasm, even though the pain of each slap quickly morphed into fresh waves of desire. I was being held in the beginning stages of an orgasm, but I couldn’t actually come!
It was infuriating. Beyond frustrating.
I’d never been so turned on.
Even though I loved it, my pussy was starting to wilt under the relentless assault. My yelps grew more and more pained as my vag and clit grew more red and sore with each successive blow.
It wasn’t long before I couldn’t take it anymore.
“Please! Mercy! Please stop!”
“What’s that, slut?” asked Daxen, his tone equal parts playful and mocking. “I couldn’t hear you over the sound of your cute little gasps.”
“It hurts too much!”
“Don’t stop,” said Ellon.
Daxen grinned.
“You’re the boss,” he said happily.
Slap!
The pain was so intense now! It was worse than the caning. Thank the stars it was turning me on so much!
I looked up at Ellon. In between the blows, my eyes managed to find his.
They were calm. Impassive.
“You remember this the next time you think you can put your hands on my gun,” he said.
Slap!
“I’m sorry!” I shrieked, growing increasingly desperate. Fuck, I couldn’t take much more! My crotch, my whole pelvic region, was hungry for more - but I wasn’t sure how much more pain my sensation-addled brain could take!
Slap!
“You should be,” replied Ellon. “Guns are dangerous. Just holding one makes you a target for everyone else who has a gun. To say nothing of what might happen if it had actually fired.
Slap!
“It will never happen again,” said Ellon, his eyes growing firm. “Or this will feel like a message.”
Slap!
Tears sprang from my eyes, even as a long, stuttering moan ripped from my lungs. My body didn’t know what it wanted. Different parts of me struggled against other parts of me. Fear against desire. Pain against pleasure.
And I was caught squarely in the middle.
Slap!
This time, Daxen’s had stayed on my pussy. Cupping it. Gently rubbing my clit. Exploring my sex.
My yelping stopped.
My moaning didn’t.
“So, little slut of ours,” said Ellon, grinning, “how are you going to make it up to me?” As he spoke, he inched forward menacingly. “How are you going to repay me for stealing my gun?” The precise height of my face made it more than clear what he was hinting at.
Fuck it, I thought.
Despite all the pleasure and desire, there was still a small part of me that insisted I didn’t want this. That being tied up and sexually tortured was supposed to be a terrible, scarring experience. That I’m supposed to be strong. Be in control.
That part of me was finding it harder and harder to keep my attention.
Fuck it.
By that point, it was impossible to deny what I wanted. I loved the powerlessness. I loved the pain. I even loved the humiliation. Why bother to fucking deny it? Why bother to fight it, on any level? Because of the conditioning of a society I didn’t belong to anymore, and never will again?
Why not just… enjoy it? Embrace the pain. The pleasure. The filthy, animal lust these men could bring out of me seemingly at a whim was a drug. And I was fully, totally, irreversibly hooked.
Fuck it.
Ellon’s cock found my face. My ready, waiting and eager tongue found the head of his dick. I licked slowly at first, savoring how hard it was. Knowing what pleasure it could bring me, and wanting to do my best to show it that kind of pleasure in return. Wanting, needing, it to be inside me, however I could get it.
Then it was inside me, slowly easing its way into my mouth.
It was so big, I had to strain to keep my mouth open wide enough, knowing he wouldn’t like the feeling of my teeth. Knowing how easily he could punish me if he felt something he didn’t like.
In and out. Gently. Lovingly.
Ellon sighed.
“Told you it was great,” said Daxen as he continued to rub my pussy, working first one, then two of his big, strong fingers up inside me. It must have been easy. I’d never been so wet.
Daxen’s finger found my g-spot. For a group of men who I’d deflowered (if you could call it that) less than three days ago, they sure knew exactly what they were doing when they fucked me! Gently, he rubbed two fingers up against my most sensitive of areas. At the same time, Ellon’s glorious cock forced itself deeper into my mouth. Exploring.
It was his first blowjob ever. And I was determined to make it a good one.
Being bound as I was, I couldn’t exactly move around. It was all I could do to tilt my head back, the forward again, seeking some sort of friction.
Ellon, amused by my struggles, chuckled. Jensi and Travon, still watching, joined in.
“Is my cock too big for your little whore mouth?” Ellon asked. “What a shame. I’ll just have to help you then!”
His hand took hold of my hair, removing even my limited ability to move my head. But, thankfully, I didn’t have to.
Because Ellon started fucking my face.
It didn’t hurt. Not exactly. I mean, my jaw was already starting to get sore, being forced open as wide as it was. Mostly, it was just… invasive. The giant head of his giant dick rocking back and forth, starting at my lips and pressing up against the back of my throat, over and over and over, forcing itself down as far as it could go… it was the filthiest fucking thing I could think of.
I reveled in it.
There’s a certain freedom in being powerless. You don’t have to worry about what to do. Don’t even have to think about it. I didn’t have to think about how I should feel about being used, abused, fucked like a complete whore.
Because it wouldn’t matter.
As a result, I was free to just... enjoy it.
I was a sex object, in the most literal sense of those words. Not only did that make me inherently desirable, in a way I’d never experienced before. It meant that enjoying sex - wholly, lustfully, without a scrap of inhibition, no matter how deliciously dirty it was - was not only permissible, but expected.
I still struggle to explain the logic of exactly why that turned me on so much.
You’ve just got to experience it for yourself, I guess.
“This is no good,” said Ellon. “I need a bigger hole. You think this dirty, cock-sucking nymph has any other holes on her?”
“Let’s trade,” said Daxen. “I’ve even got her tight little pussy all warmed up for you.”
The two men switched places. Before I knew it, I found Daxen’s cock in my mouth.
It was still difficult to wrap my lips around it. But, while it was longer than Ellon’s, it wasn’t as thick. That made it easier to actually attempt a sucking motion.
“That’s right,” Daxen said, his voice full of satisfaction as he worked his member in and out of my mouth, spreading filthy wetness all over my lips and cheeks. “Work that little slut mouth of yours. We all know you like it - and you know what I’ll do if you don’t keep me happy.”
I didn’t know exactly. But it was easy to imagine.
Thankfully, based on his facial expression, I was doing a pretty good job.
Until Ellon rammed his insanely massive dick up my vagina, forcing a surprised, muffled scream out of me.
Everybody laughed at I squirmed and fought for breath, impaled on both sides by more than two feet of throbbing sex. It was very easily the most cock I’d ever had inside me at once.
Which, oddly, was a satisfying thought.
Then Ellon’s huge dick started stroking. A
nd my head became incapable of holding thought in it.
There was pain, like the first time. But the pain of taking such a big cock so quickly was drowned out, overshadowed in every way, buy the pleasure that threatened to rip my pelvis apart.
Ellon didn’t hold back! He fucked me so rough that my body was actually moving back and forth on top of the wrist restraints. The motion of it jammed my face against Daxen’s cock, forcing it even deeper down my throat.
The world started getting hazy. Between gasping in ecstasy and the massive cock blocking my primary airway, I was having a gloriously hard time breathing. My breasts were bouncing up and down, propelled to hard jiggling by the force of Ellon’s fucking. Daxen was laughing, drinking in the spectacle. Travan and Jensi were cheering Ellon on.
The first orgasm took me so suddenly that I barely had time to recognize it before I was deep in its throes, my body overwhelmed by pleasure to the point of wriggling and writhing against my restraints. Which, of course, didn’t budge a millimeter, forcing me to lie still and take my pounding like the sex object I was.
Then it was over.
Well, my first orgasm, anyway.
Nothing else stopped. Daxen was still fucking my mouth, working his cock deeper and deeper down my throat. It’s surprising how malleable the human body is when motivated by blinding, all-consuming lust. Mercifully, Ellon’s cock slowed down long enough for me to catch my breath before picking its jackhammer rhythm right back up, my pussy extra raw from having just come.
“You think this little slut will ever get enough?” asked Ellon.
“Who cares?” replied Daxen. “She’s here for our pleasure. So she’ll get fucked - and like it - for exactly as long as we say!”
Daxen’s hands converged on my breasts. Squeezing. Kneading. Using them for his pleasure - and mine.
I realized I was practically screaming. The sensation was just so intense! I genuinely couldn’t tell if I liked it or not.
Until I started to come again.
The pleasure, the raw force of my orgasm, felt like the eruption of a volcano. As if from a great distance, I was vaguely aware that Ellon was pounding faster and faster, his breathing speeding up.
And that Daxen’s was too.
The three of us all came at once. My orgasm, rocking me like some epocal natural disaster, threatened to rattle me unconscious. The thing that brought me back, just a little, was feeling the warm seed of two hulking alien warriors as they came inside me simultaneously, filling me with their sex. Almost instinctively, I swallowed, wanting the precious liquid inside me.
“Well done lads!” exclaimed Jensi.
“Couldn’t have done it better myself,” added Travon.
“Time for a smoke. We can clean up later.”
And with that, they... left.
Daxen went into the living quarters’ shower. The rest of the men put on pants and walked off, talking amongst themselves in well-satisfied tones.
Leaving me exactly where I was.
Chapter 32
Rachel
Naked.
Dazed.
Legs spread almost as wide as they would go. Covered in wetness, both mine and theirs. Still bound. Still unable to move a damn inch.
At first, I was thankful for the opportunity to catch my breath. It felt like I hadn’t taken a full breath in days!
Then, as the fact that they had simply walked off sunk in, it dawned on me just how humiliating my position was. They'd punished me, abused me, used me, fucked me within an inch of m life… and then abandoned me like I was nothing more than a piece of meat. Shit, at least meat spoils if you don’t put it in the fridge! I was just a thing.
Something to be “cleaned up later.”
Them leaving me like that was undoubtedly calculated to reinforce how powerful they were. How powerless I was.
It worked.
I wiggled against my bonds a few times. No luck. Thankfully, after a few minutes, they started lowering me to the ground.
As if they too were done with me.
Then I just… lay there. There was nothing to be done. If my men decided that my sexual humiliation would continue, then it would continue. I would stay here, fucked, degraded, beneath their very notice, until they decided they wanted me somewhere else.
I started wondering how long that might take.
But then, even after the thorough fucking I’d just endured, this new humiliation started to seep into me. Started to rekindle the very same flame that all their punishment and had fired up. I was their sex toy... and, for whatever reason, a reason which I didn’t even care about understanding anymore… I fucking loved it.
I thought about calling out.
But they knew exactly where I was. If my men wanted me here, then that’s where I wanted to be.
I realized that I really did want to please them. To obey them. It was as if they had placed me under some mystical, sexual spell.
But, it went deeper than that, too.
I felt connected to them. I felt… shit, like they owned me. Not just physically, but emotionally as well. I felt awed by their power. By their sheer sexual prowess. I hadn’t been off Earth long, but I’d already seen enough to know that it was a very big, very mean galaxy. Yet somehow, I just knew that my men would keep me safe.
Safe, and satisfied.
Daxen didn’t speak to me when he got out of the shower. Only gave me a glance and a gentle chuckle. I could feel his eyes run up and down the length of my body, slowing over my full hips and breasts. I must have been quite a sight, still covered in red marks from the caning.
Then he left too.
I lost track of time. Let my mind just shut down for a while. It felt good not to think. It felt good to know that I was exactly where my men, my captors, my owners - my mates - wanted me to be.
Naked. Vulnerable.
And already starting to get horny once again.
After an indeterminable length of time, they all returned and started getting ready to sleep. Benches were converted into slim bunks. Trousers were exchanged for night-shorts. Still bound, I had plenty of time to just look around, enjoying the view. Surrounded by four powerful, gorgeous alien soldiers, as proud as they were powerful, any one of whom could bring me to screaming climax, again and again, without breaking a sweat.
I started to feel like I was home.
Jensi issued a verbal command, and my bonds switched off. They were still around my wrists and ankles, but I was finally able to move around freely.
He then surprised me by lifting me bodily off the floor - as easily as I might pick up a small, sleeping house cat. Cradling me gently in his arms, he took me to the shower.
In which I joined him.
He set me down on trembling legs and wordlessly held up a sphere of something very similar to soap.
At the same time, we smiled at each other.
Let me tell you, if you’ve never had the experience, washing a body like Jensi’s is an absolute privilege. I took my sweet time, letting my soapy, slippery hands explore every muscle, every line, every hard edge of his impressive frame.
He was no less diligent in returning the favor.
When we returned to the sleeping area, Daxen waved me over to him. I soon realized why - the quarters had four bunks, to be distributed among five bodies.
Which, of course, made me the designated bunkmate.
He was very specific about how he wanted me to lay down with him: him on his back, me laying face down on his stomach, my legs spread to either side of him. In no uncertain terms, he made it clear that this was the position I would be sleeping in.
I didn’t mind one bit.
I wrapped my arms around his insanely hard torso. Honestly, it would have been more comfortable if he had been in slightly worse shape!
The lights went out. The five of us, all satisfied, all exhausted - one of use more than the others - began breathing evenly.
Daxen’s hands wandered over my body, amusing themselves by feelin
g this, squeezing that. I smiled to myself, thinking that he was like a boy with a new favorite toy, one he liked so much he didn’t want to stop playing with it long enough to even sleep.
“I’ve got to ask you, little woman,” he whispered. “What did you think you were accomplishing today in that cafe? Do you think you made that woman’s life better? I hate to tell you, but none of the Everlasting soldiers are going to forget her. Or that she was the beginning of an incident that embarrassed two of their officers and a lot of their grunts. Not her fault, but since they can’t get back at us for it - we’re too well protected - they’ll probably go after her. Didn’t you think about what would happen once the fight was over, once we all left?”
I… hadn’t.
“I didn’t think,” I whispered back. “I just saw something that was wrong, and I wanted to make it right. I imagined if I was that woman, how I would have wanted someone to help me.”
“That’s understandable.” This time it was Travan’s voice which spoke - he’d apparently been listening. Not surprising. The living quarters were hardly what you’d consider spacious. “Lots of rookies think like that,” Travon continued. “Fourteen, fresh out of training, full of action holo-vid glory-dreams and ready to kick some serious ass. But they never stop to think about what happens once you win the battle. Once you conquer a planet, you’ve got to occupy it. And the people you’ve just conquered don’t just forget about it. Shit, they never forget it. If you’re going to employ violence - whether it’s against a planet, or just one person - you’ve got to know that you can see it through to the end. Not just the end of the fight, but the end of the conflict. Which is usually a lot further into the future than most people think.”
“Knew there was a reason you’re the squad leader,” Ellon teased.
Travon snorted.
“Yeah, I’m wise as fuck. And I can kick your ass all day long.”
“There has to be something I could have done to actually help,” I said. I too recognized that Travan was right… but it felt too much like just giving up. “Plus, even if that woman does run into trouble later, at least she’ll be alive later. Which she might well not have been, if I’d let that asshole kill her today. Isn’t being alive to face hardship tomorrow better than being dead today?”
