by Renee Bond
That made me feel… something. Glad that Doyle wouldn’t be around to screw with us ever again. But also unease, at the fact that I’d actually killed a man. On accident, of course. And in defense of myself and my mate. Yet, I knew I would need time to come to terms with the fact that I was now a killer.
“How long have I been out?” I asked.
“About a day,” said Ellon. “If you’re wondering about your bruises, we took you over to Gemini base and handed you over to the medical drones there for a few hours. They sedated you and applied healing nanites. Travan got some treatment. If you feel anything that isn’t right, let us know, but we were told that you’ve already made a full recovery.”
“Yeah, I feel great,” I said.
Jensi snorted.
“Good. Then I, for one, say it’s time we fixed that.”
I didn’t quite know what to make of that.
“We’re glad to have you back,” said Travan, visibly forcing himself to adopt a stern expression. “But what you did was very, very serious. You left the ship - in defiance of a direct order. You put yourself in mortal danger. Everything worked out in the end, but there were a million ways that your little escape could have ended in a war between Triumphant and Everlasting. Or with you in the hands of someone other than us.”
“It’s time for your punishment,” said Jensi. “Long past time.”
“You belong to us,” said Daxen. “We’re not here for you. You are here for us.”
“To serve us,” said Ellon, “to obey us. To please us.”
“We understand that there were special circumstances,” said Travan, “such as you thinking your sister was in danger. But that is no excuse. You should have come to us. You should have asked us for help. And you damn well knew that we’d forbidden you from leaving the ship. The fact is that you know next to nothing about the galaxy. You’re not here to think. You are here to pleasure us, and to bear our children. You are here, on this ship, to get fucked. Under no circumstances are you to do anything else, ever, without our explicit orders. We don’t call you our little slut to embarrass you, or because it gets our rocks off. Well, not only for that. Mainly it’s because that’s what you are. You’re our squad whore. Our breeder. It’s time for you to forget that you even have a brain! Back on Earth, maybe you did. Out here? You don’t. All you have out here that anyone cares about is your tight little pussy, that sweet ass of yours, and your nice rack. It’s time you accepted your role in our squad. That is what you are going to think about as we punish you for running off! Is that understood?”
“Yes,” I whispered. Embarrassed down to the core of my being.
“Yes what?” Travan hissed.
“Yes sir,” I mumbled, managing to sound a bit louder.
“I didn’t hear you.”
“Yes sir!” I said, as loudly as I could manage.
I was so… fuck, I don’t even know how to describe it.
I was deeply ashamed - but not at the thought of being the squad whore. Not at the thought that I was only good for fucking and nothing else. I was ashamed that I’d ever thought differently. I realized that every single word Travan had said was right. I was nothing but a slut, now. Back on Earth I’d been the master of my own destiny. But now I was completely dependent on my mates, for every aspect of survival. I wasn’t a self-actualized, strong, independent woman anymore. I was just some nice tits and ass.
And… fuck it, I was ok with that.
More than ok. Travan’s words stirred something deep inside me.
All this time I’d thought that I’d had it bad, getting kidnapped from Earth and forced to put out for four of the biggest, strongest men I’d ever encountered.
But actually, I was lucky.
My body had already proven to me how much I liked getting forcefully fucked, abused, degraded, humiliated, and used. I should have listened to it. I should have listened to my mates. I should have embraced my new life of sexual submission and servitude.
But I hadn’t. And I’d almost fucked it up. Permanently.
I’d caused my mates a lot of grief. Almost got them in deep trouble with their own chain of command, and with enemy soldiers.
But even though it had meant great risk to them, both to their careers and to their persons… they’d still come through for me.
I’d been stupid. Ungrateful. Arrogant. Blind.
And my four beautiful, amazing, hot, powerful alien soldier mates had put everything on the line for me anyway.
I was beyond ashamed of me. I was beyond grateful for them.
Travan’s huge hand closed around my neck. Not too hard, but not gently either. I relished the physical contact.
I was quickly, easily pulled up off of the bunk.
Pulled into the middle of the room.
Soon I found myself standing in between my four mates. My wandering eyes detected hefty bulges in more than one pair of pants.
I took a deep breath. Closed my eyes.
Became intensely aware of my rising sex. My moistening crotch.
The familiar feeling of my wrist and ankle restraints returned. They felt… right. Like they belonged on me. I felt grateful to be wearing them again.
Slowly, the devices spread my legs.
“Arch your back, you fucking little slut.” Jensi’s voice was hot. Heavy.
“Yes sir,” I replied softly. Timidly. It was easier to say it now. In fact, it felt natural. It felt like I was just responding to my name. Like I was stating the obvious. I didn’t have to force it - in fact, it all but slipped out without me having to even think about saying it.
The devices around my wrists remained inactive. But they weren’t exactly needed. I stood in the middle of the living quarters, about two feet away from Travan. Who was holding both of my hands in place with just one of his. Firmly, pressing my wrists against his chest. Even with my arms out high in front of me, with my hands about level with my face, they pressed on the underside of Travan’s massive pectoral muscles.
It felt like I was bracing myself against a solid, incredibly muscular wall.
Ellon was on my left. Daxen was on my right. That just left-
Smack!
I gasped as Jensi spanked me with his bare hand, landing a solid blow against my left buttock. I could feel my ass jiggle with the force of the blow, sending ripples of sensation throughout my body.
I thought back to the pain Doyle had visited upon me.
This couldn’t have been more different.
Smack!
I gasped again, louder, deeper. This pain wasn’t awful. This pain was beautiful. This was pain I deserved. Pain I relished. Pain that awakened within me a desire deeper, more animal, more passionate, than anything else ever could.
Smack!
I gasped once again - but it turned into a moan of pleasure before I was ever halfway through.
“That’s the sound I like,” growled Jensi. I wasn’t clear if he meant the loud clap of his bare hand against my bare bottom, or the half-gasp, half-moan it elicited.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
Jensi’s hand began switching between my butt cheeks, leaving no inch in my soft flesh unscathed.
Throughout it, I moaned.
I was loving it.
I was grateful for it.
Smack!
I’d been bad. I’d been wrong. I’d been stupid.
Smack!
I’d forgotten my place.
Smack!
I needed to be put back in my place.
Smack!
I needed to feel this pain.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
My ass was blazing. Every inch of it, from my upper thighs to my lower back, was a web of delicious sensation. My whole body was awash in desire.
In pleasure.
Jensi paused. Traced a finger lazily across the inside of my thigh, high up near my pussy.
Only then did I realized that I was so wet, I was almost dripping.
“Our little slut indeed,” Jensi murm
ured. His voice sounded far less angry that it had before.
Smack!
With one last spank, Jensi stood aside.
Daxen took his place.
All the while, Travan held my hands firmly to his chest.
I found myself writhing against my ankle bonds. I was so horny! I was so… so happy!
Smack!
Daxen started on me, just as Jensi had.
First one cheek. Then the other.
His strokes were softer. His hands lingered on my ass, in the crack of my ass, on my thighs, for brief moments longer than Jensi’s had. Abruptly, the strokes shifted from a downward to an upward direction, landing mainly just under the full cup of my ass cheeks, driving them upwards with each stroke.
It hurt. A lot.
The number of strokes was adding up. With each successive spank, my ass was getting redder. More tender. More raw.
More sensitive to the next spank.
The pain was adding up too. It was overwhelming me.
I squeezed my eyes shut.
Reminded myself that I had earned this.
That I deserved it.
That, deep down, I craved it.
Just like that, the pain turned almost completely to pleasure.
Each of Daxen’s spanks felt wonderful. Each one more intense, more affirming, more sexual, more pleasurable than the one before it. Before long the pain was all I could think about. The pleasure was all I could feel. I felt like I was floating.
I felt so lucky that I could fuck up so badly, then have this kind of amazing experience to make up for it.
Well. To start making up for it. I was going to be very, very disappointed if all this spanking wasn’t followed up by something a bit more penetrative in nature.
With a deep sigh, Daxen spanked my raw red ass one last time.
“I really could do this all night,” he said.
“Ok,” said Ellon happily. That got a few chuckles.
I was breathing heavily. It felt like I was hearing things from a great distance away. My legs felt wobbly. My core was beginning to tremble.
Smack!
Ellon’s first spank was the hardest one yet. Of course it would be. He was the biggest. The strongest. And he was punishing me in order to help me learn my place. And that was even more important to him that the pleasure of getting to spank me senseless.
I cried out - which of course turned into a ragged moan. It felt like I was drowning in pain. Floating in pleasure. Becoming helplessly lost in the desire that this punishment was inspiring in me.
Smack!
Ellon didn’t switch back and forth between my ass cheeks like Jensi and Daxen did. His hand was so big he didn’t have to choose one or the other. He just spanked my whole ass with each stroke.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
I was gasping for breath. Moaning in between every stroke. Nothing had ever felt so good. So liberating.
So right.
Smack!
I screamed. In pain, and in pleasure.
My ass, my pelvis, my thighs, my stomach, my whole body wriggled in between every stroke, desperate for more contact. For more friction. For more pain, and the desire and pleasure that pain always turned into.
Smack!
I screamed again. I arched my back as tightly as it would go, dug my fingers into Travan’s god-like chest, pushed against it. Made my butt as tempting and vulnerable a target as I could.
Smack!
Scream.
Smack!
Scream. Gasp.
Smack!
Scream Gasp. Moan.
Smack!
“Yes,” I whispered.
Smack!
“Yes!”
Was that really me? Was I speaking, telling my mates how much I loved their punishment? How much I loved being their slut? How much I loved them?
Smack!
“YES!”
I could barely breathe, I was moaning and screaming so hard.
Smack!
“Oh!”
Smack!
“OH!”
I couldn’t believe it.
But it was true - I was starting to come!
The overwhelming sensation, the depthless pleasure, was rocking back and forth within me, shaking me like an earthquake, washing my very identity away like I was caught in a tsunami.
My body couldn’t wait. Would not wait.
Smack!
Each spank reverberated around my body, ecstasy, bringing me closer to orgasm.
I wanted to come.
But I also didn’t.
Smack!
This was supposed to be punishment! This was supposed to be reminding me of my place! I wasn’t supposed to be enjoying this so much. Was I letting my mates down? Was I failing my proud, rugged, sex-god owners yet again?
Smack!
“OH!!!”
I was on the brink. One more and I would come!
But Ellon was done.
My ankle restraints went slack. Slowly, tenderly, I shuffled my legs back under me.
Holy shit did my ass hurt! Every inch, every pore, stung, from the surface to deep within my glutes. But it was a good sting. A beautiful sting.
Ellon’s fingers brushed lightly against my crimson red ass, playing across the skin lightly. Sending tendrils of sensation curling into my hips. My pussy.
Fanning the flame of my desire ever hotter.
Travan held me up, so that I was standing straight, my back no longer arched. I leaned forward, relishing his massive chest, stronger than I could imagine or comprehend. His hands held my head to his chest, stroking my hair. Squeezing the back of my neck, massaging all the tension in my head away, leaving me feeling almost weightless. I buried my face in him, suddenly not wanting him to see me tearing up.
“What have you learned?” asked Travan. His hands were gentle, but his voice was firm.
“That’s I’m nothing but a whore,” I said. “I’m here to be fucked. I’m here to give pleasure, to all of you. I’m here to obey in all things. I will only obey, from now on.”
“Damn right,” he whispered.
He took my head in his hands. Forced me to look up.
Kissed me.
His lips, so soft, so loving, lingered on mine for somewhere between a few seconds and a few forevers. I never wanted them to leave me. I felt new tears welling behind my eyes.
But they did leave. And strong hands spun my body, slowly, so that I was facing Daxen.
Daxen’s hands replaced Travan’s, tilting my face up once again. I felt like putty. Like very soft clay. Like I had no will of my own, and would only respond to what my mates wanted of me.
“What are you never going to do again?” Daxen asked, his eyes pressing down upon mine.
“Anything I’m not expressly ordered to do,” I said. “I’ll only ever obey orders, and nothing else.”
“Correct.” Daxen’s tone wasn’t congratulatory, or mocking, or anything like that. It was as if he was acknowledging a simple, plain truth.
Then he kissed me.
Once again I felt complete. Once again I wished I could live in that moment forever.
Then I was rotated yet again, and found myself looking up into Ellon’s face.
“What are you going to do at all times?” Ellon asked. His eyes had an almost fatherly look to them. They made me want to answer as best I could. To please him as best I could - in any and every way imaginable.
“I will always think about what my mates want from me, and what you all want me to do,” I said without hesitating. “And I’ll do only that. I will only ever do what is pleasing or pleasurable for you all.”
“Good,” said Ellon with a knowing smile. I could see that he believed me. That meant the world to me.
He kissed me hungrily. I kissed him back the same way.
It was at that point that I realized just how desperate I was becoming. Just how badly I wanted my mates to fuck me.
Oh, what I would have given to have had their cocks fuc
king my pussy, giving me every ounce of the pleasure that their spanking had promised! How I longed to take each one of them inside me. To mate with them, in truth. To give them the most intimate parts of me. To please them. To give them all the pleasure my body had to offer - and, if they saw fit, to be pleasured by them in return.
Once again, I was rotated, and found myself staring up at Jensi.
“Last question, little slut,” he said. “What’s going to happen to you if you disappoint us in any way?”
I didn’t hesitate.
“I’m going to be punished,” I said. “And I will deserve everything that happens to me.”
“And don’t you forget it,” Jensi said with a wicked grin.
His lips came down to mine. I puckered, anticipating his kiss - but he moved away at the last second. Teasing me. Then his tongue darted out to lick my lips. He was like a lion playing with its food. Finally, he did kiss me, so hard that his jaw moved mine along with its motions.
He even bit me, lightly, as he pulled away.
I was surrounded by dominant, powerful, sexy men.
And they all wanted me.
And I wanted them all right back.
I was really, truly home. They were my home.
The four of them moved in as one. Eight hands moved over my body - hips, thighs, ass, stomach, breasts, back, neck. Rubbing. Squeezing. Pinching. Fondling. It was like being submerged in their desire. Each gorgeous alien soldier took what he wanted from me - and I loved every last moment of it.
The action started slowly.
But it soon grew almost frenetic.
Two giant hands wrapped themselves around the back of my knees - Ellon on my left, and Daxen on my right. They lifted me into the air as if my weight was a mere afterthought. Once again I marveled at their physical strength. I don’t think I’ll ever really get used to that. They had so much power over me.
And I wanted them to use it!
Ellon and Daxen held me up, each one pulling one of my legs in away from my body. The result was that I was virtually doing the splits, hanging in mid-air, their hands supported me high up near my hips and also under my knees.
My crotch couldn’t have been more exposed.
“Time for you to fulfill your role on this ship,” said Travan emphatically.
