Michaela

by Tracy St. John

  Michaela began crying for real. She didn’t want to pay the price for her disobedience. “Come on, guys. I’m sorry, okay? I goofed up and it won’t happen again,” she pleaded.

  Govi returned with his hands full. He gave something to Korkla, but his gaze riveted on her. “It would be nice if that were true. Unfortunately, you’ve got a lot of bad notions in your head. You’ll have to be trained so that you equate despising yourself with unpleasant outcomes. It’s become clear that extreme measures have to be taken to force those bad thoughts out.”

  “Extreme measures?” She tried to look at the things Govi and Korkla held, but her vision was too blurred by tears. Raxstad rose to his full height, dwarfing her yet again, making her feel small and defenseless. She yanked again at the manacles in the vain hope she could get free.

  Govi’s tone was gentle and reasonable. “All right, my Matara. What set off this latest episode of self-hatred?”

  “Nothing! It was just a passing phase. A momentary lapse.”

  Raxstad said, “Lie number one. You get two swats on the ass with this for each falsehood.” He held the paddle up to put emphasis on the trouble she was in.

  Korkla added, “Plus fibbing earns a little additional discomfort besides.”

  The Dramok plucked at Michaela’s nipples to make them harden and stand out. She gasped at his touch. Despite her growing fear, heat trickled from his fingertips to her cock and clit. Both tingled in reaction.

  Korkla placed a tweezer-like clamp on one nipple. He tightened it until Michaela hissed with the sharp pain that quickly drained away the momentary arousal. Fresh tears sprang to her eyes. Then the Dramok clamped her other nipple and she moaned. Shards of white-hot misery shot through her breast before settling down to a throbbing ache.

  Govi smiled in sympathy, but he didn’t try to make Korkla stop. Instead he said, “You’ve been quiet much of the day, my Matara. Silence is not acceptable when something is bothering you this badly. This is your second chance to answer my question. Why are you upset?”

  Michaela didn’t want to say Feyom’s name. She didn’t want to remind her men of the other woman’s perfection. She knew she couldn’t compare to the Kalquorian Matara’s beauty.

  Instead she summoned more tears, crying more piteously to make them feel bad or at least to soften their displeasure with her. Getting herself to cry more wasn’t that hard, not when her tits hurt so much and Raxstad held that brutal paddle.

  “I’m just tired, that’s all. It put me in a bad mood and I started thinking stuff I shouldn’t.” Michaela poured all the sincerity she could into her words.

  Raxstad made a disgusted sound. “For someone who had to hide what she was all her life, you can’t lie worth shit. You’re up to four swats.”

  “And a little more punishment from me,” Korkla said. Anger had returned to his tone.

  He attached teardrop-shaped pieces of silver to the clips on Michaela’s nipples. The added weight brought fresh agony to her flesh. Her cry rang out, echoing in the large room.

  “And now you’ve earned punishment from me as well,” Govi said when her wails diminished enough for him to be heard.

  He held up a small dildo to show her. The Imdiko squirted a tube of lubricant over it, greasing the piece up. Michaela didn’t know why he would think such a thing would be punishment until Govi moved behind her and pushed it into her ass.

  It wasn’t as big as any of the men’s cocks, but it was big enough to send an ache into Michaela’s back passage. She yelled at Govi.

  “You bastard! You didn’t prepare me for penetration!”

  It was Korkla who answered. “You were warned not cooperating would lead to discomfort. Stop being so damned stubborn.”

  Govi came around to stand in front of her once more. As gentle as the man usually was, his jaw had set. In a no-nonsense tone, he asked, “What upset you, Michaela?”

  She stared at the one thing the Imdiko still held. It was all metal and appeared similar to the vibrating dildos the men had used on her before ... usually for pleasure’s sake. Whatever this thing was, Michaela knew it wouldn’t make her feel good. It had a bend in its length. There was also a flat piece at the base of it. From there, it curved upward to end in a ring.

  Michaela did not want Govi to use it on her. She was certain of that.

  “Feyom.”

  The three men standing before her exchanged confused glances at the name she blurted.

  When Govi and Raxstad shrugged at him, Korkla stared down at Michaela, his brow knitted with bewilderment. “Feyom?”

  Govi seemed every bit as mystified. “Michaela, our relationship with that woman was a long time ago and brief. Why would that bother you?”

  Is he kidding? Michaela couldn’t believe they would be so clueless. They were pretending to be at a loss. Did they think she was stupid?

  In a heartbeat, she went from frightened to furious. Her tone dripping with sarcasm, she snarled, “Why would it bother me that you’ve had a real woman? One not completely fucked up and weird? Gee, I can’t imagine why I’d be bothered to be compared to someone as perfect and beautiful as Feyom.”

  Korkla’s anger matched Michaela’s. “No one is comparing you to her. There is no comparison. She’s a bitch that likes to play men against each other for her own amusement.”

  Govi’s face went red as he battled his own inner turmoil. “And as for her being a ‘real’ woman ... damn it, Michaela. She is not what we want. We got what we want – you.”

  Surprisingly, Raxstad seemed the least upset. His countenance was downright peaceful as he said, “You are the one who is perfect.”

  Michaela thought she had been irate before. At the Nobek’s meaningless assertion, delivered with callous casualness, she discovered a new level of outrage. Her temper blew.

  “Stop saying that!” she shrieked, all good sense fleeing before the livid storm that exploded in her head. “I’m not perfect! I’m not even supposed to be alive! They would have killed me back on Earth if they’d found out what I was. An abomination! A freak! I don’t care if you forbid me to say it for the rest of my life, but the truth of it is I’m not anything but a freak. Freak! Freak! Fucking messed up, monstrous freak!”

  Michaela ran out of breath. She inhaled sharply, ready to continue her rant. The momentary lull gave her the chance to get a good look at her clanmates’ faces. What she saw there killed the frenzied words that had been boiling up her throat.

  Korkla’s face had gone as dark as a storm cloud. His purple eyes were wide, bulging from his face as he stared at her. His plump lips had thinned as he pressed them together hard in his fury. There was even the distant sound of thunder ... then Michaela traced that noise to Raxstad.

  He growled low in his throat. Raxstad’s expression was no better than Korkla’s. If rage had possessed a face, it would have been his. The Nobek stood very still, almost as if he was afraid to move. A tremor ran down his frame.

  Michaela looked to Govi, desperate for the Imdiko’s gentle regard. He didn’t look as livid as the other two ... in fact, his expression was frozen. Seeing those gorgeous features schooled carefully into blankness frightened Michaela more than the naked anger on the other two’s faces. It was as if Govi feared giving evidence of his feelings. The gorgeous face of her Imdiko betrayed nothing, and so told her she’d gotten herself into more trouble than she could handle.

  The anger on Korkla’s expression faded, settling into resolve. He drew an extraordinarily deep breath before speaking. Michaela had expected him to yell at her, but he did not.

  She thought yelling might have been preferable to the deadly tone her Dramok used. “Very well, my Matara. For your lying and refusal to obey my orders on treating yourself with the respect you deserve, you will receive ten strikes of Raxstad’s paddle, along with the rest of the punishment I have determined you will have.” He nodded to Govi.

  Tears welled anew in Michaela’s eyes as the Imdiko lubed the metal horror he held. With a snap, he op
ened the ring part of the gadget before slipping the dildo portion into her pussy.

  “Oh please don’t, I’m sorry,” she wailed as Korkla’s hand closed around her prick.

  “Quiet,” he said. “You have said more than enough already.”

  Govi fully inserted his scary-looking device. The flat base part covered Michaela’s clit. Meanwhile, Korkla pumped her cock with sure, steady strokes. Terror at what the men planned to do to her didn’t keep Michaela from responding to the warm strength of the Dramok’s hand on her. Excitement poured into her groin, making her hard in his grip. She gasped as desire mounted.

  Govi snapped the ring back together, shutting it tight around the base of her prick. The pressure there twisted the pleasure in an instant. Need pulsed in Michaela’s scrotum, and her cock felt too full. The bliss that Korkla’s play had built teetered on the edge of torment.

  When Michaela looked up at him, the Dramok gave her a tight smile. “I had this made especially for you.”

  He continued to stroke her while the other two watched. As Michaela had feared, the constriction on her masculine sex turned from delight to torment. The thrilling pulse of pleasure had grown to aching demand. Her youthful libido, always eager for lustful pursuits, strained against the confines. Her balls drew up against her body, wanting to expel the building force. However, the ring choked off the stream that fought to escape. Korkla kept pumping her in his fist, but there was no relief to be had.

  A low hum announced itself from deep within her body. Michaela raised streaming eyes to see Govi hold up a remote. The contraption vibrated, its curve nestled right up against the place inside her sheath that felt best. However, it was not enough stimulation to make her pussy come. She needed her clit rubbed for that, and it had been rendered powerless by the metal covering it. The vibrations against her hotspot also made her cock more demanding of release than ever. Pain overtook pleasure, torturing her with need.

  Michaela’s cries grew louder as her body fought for climax and was denied. She was aware of the men watching her closely, monitoring her every reaction.

  With little hope but unable to keep quiet, she begged, “Korkla, please. It hurts.”

  He did not waver. “Not as much as it’s going to, my Matara. You saw to that. Raxstad, has your anger cooled enough?”

  “Yes, my Dramok. I am only interested in correcting her, not doing damage.”

  Michaela had forgotten the paddling the Nobek owed her. She cried out as he took his position, the long-handled stretch of wood in his hand.

  Before Raxstad’s first swing, Korkla diverted Michaela by kneeling before her and taking her cock in his mouth. She shrieked as wet warmth surrounded her flesh, making need more brutal than before. The sensation of the Dramok’s raspy tongue twining about her avid dick drove all thought from her skull. She fought to come. Agony drove deep into her loins when she was denied yet again.

  A mighty cracking sound rang in Michaela’s ears. An instant later, her ass blazed to hellish life. Raxstad’s paddle had found its mark.

  Had Michaela been able to speak in those next few seconds, she would not have been capable of telling which was worse: the hell of denied orgasm for both cunt and cock, the white-hot agony of being paddled, or the humiliation of the chastisement.

  The full discipline lasted less than half a minute, but each second seemed to stretch into eternity. When the spanking ended, the vibrations stopped. Korkla withdrew his mouth from her prick. Michaela sobbed from equal parts shame and hurt.

  “I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” she cried. She hung limp from the manacles.

  Her Dramok searched her face before shaking his head. “You are sorry for now until the next time. I fear this will never end.” He sighed and turned to their Imdiko. “Govi?”

  The beautiful man considered before answering. “She does need something to make her think harder about how she views herself. Let’s keep working on the matter. Maybe she’ll go for a longer period of time without calling herself names.”

  The vibrations in Michaela’s pussy started again, though slower. It was enough to bring her back to that horrendous brink of orgasm without taking her over. Raxstad slowly, carefully fucked her ass with the smaller dildo, bringing a deep need to her there as well. Meanwhile, Govi and Korkla mouthed her constricted cock. Their tongues played over her livid flesh, rasping gently over the aching length. Govi’s palm rubbed gently against her scrotum, making it draw up tighter than ever to her body.

  They delighted and then denied her. Michaela’s sexes were one fierce, demanding ache, brutalizing her more than Raxstad’s paddling had. She hung there with no choice but to allow the torture. She screamed apologies, pleading with them to let her come. They ignored her.

  Michaela’s cock felt as if it was tied into knots. She’d never known such misery, not when her prick was being kissed and licked and sucked with such delightful care. She was swollen as never before, making the ring at the base of her member constrict until she shrieked with pain. Her pussy throbbed as well. The soft vibrations within her channel hummed against her hotspot, teasing without any hope of delivery. The dildo moving in her ass pressed the pussy vibrator harder against that special place within her womanhood, sending hellish darts to feed the growing agony.

  Michaela sobbed. They would never stop, she thought. The men would continue to play with her until her cock exploded or she went insane. Her attempts to twist away from her tormentors’ ministrations were too weak to be of any use. All her pleas fell upon deaf ears.

  At last she stopped trying to escape. She stopped begging for mercy. She simply hung in her chains, her body shuddering as the men antagonized it. Her resistance crumbled and she waited to be delivered or destroyed.

  Only then did Govi rise to stand over her, his sweet face kind again. “All right, one last thing. I think after this, she’ll be less quick to say such vile words.”

  At his statement, Korkla also left off mouthing Michaela’s cock. The vibrator went still, and Raxstad removed the dildo from her ass. He moved around to stand shoulder to shoulder with Govi.

  The Imdiko’s tone couldn’t have been gentler, as if he hadn’t made Michaela’s existance a living hell for the past few minutes. “Tell us ten good things about yourself, Michaela.”

  Her mind swirled in a chaos of confusion. She was still in pain from denied orgasm, a gut-wrenching agony that showed no sign of abating even though they were no longer stimulating her. She could barely think, much less put together a coherent sentence.

  “Answer your Imdiko, girl,” Raxstad said. “Or would you like more discipline?”

  The threat of being made to endure more cleared the fog from Michaela’s head as effectively as a slap in the face. She gazed at the remorseless face through her curtain of sweaty curls. Michaela gulped and fought for an answer.

  “I’m – I’m a good dancer,” she managed, her voice thin and whispery.

  “A very good dancer,” Raxstad agreed.

  “Indeed you are.” Korkla’s approving voice made something within Michaela’s breast warm despite the pain she continued to feel.

  “What else?” Govi prodded.

  Michaela thought of a second thing quickly. “I’m a good friend to Jessica.”

  “She would wholeheartedly agree with that.” The Imdiko’s smile made her heart beat faster. He was happy with her, and that made the warm feeling in her chest expand.

  Korkla’s tone filled with encouragement. “That’s two, my love. Keep going.”

  Michaela sought for another answer, one that they would like. It was hard when she felt like she’d already run out of the things that mattered. She couldn’t claim to be pretty, not after seeing Feyom. She couldn’t claim to be all that smart either. She wasn’t stupid but she thought her intelligence was only average. She certainly couldn’t say she had a wonderful body.

  The faces looking down at her were stiffening again. She had to say she was good at something. She couldn’t endure more of the punishment t
hat should end in pleasure but wouldn’t. It was coming too. She could see it in the way Raxstad’s brows drew together, in how Korkla’s lips thinned, in the clenching of Govi’s jaw.

  In desperation, Michaela blurted, “I can out-swear Raxstad.”

  There was an instant of surprise from all three faces before the men erupted in laughter. Relief filled Michaela, and she tried to laugh too. The sound she made was more of a sob. She still hurt magnificently from the continuing need to climax.

  Guffawing, Raxstad said, “I’ll accept that one. You are a master when it comes to profanity, my beauty.”

  “I’m – I’m – uh–” Michaela struggled for something else. Damn it, didn’t they know how difficult this was? There was so little she could offer!

  The little bit she’d managed to eat at dinner twisted sourly in her cramping belly. That gave Michaela something else to claim. “I’m a good cook.”

  Korkla said, “We look forward to discovering that.”

  “I give good blowjobs.”

  That made the three men howl with renewed laughter. “No argument from me!” Govi agreed, his bright purple eyes twinkling. “You’re halfway there, my love.”

  Only halfway, and Michaela had battled with all her wits to get the first five. Her loins throbbed with brutality. Tears threatened, the need to cry overwhelming Michaela.

  She moaned, “Shit. Fuck. I can’t think of anymore. Please, let it stop. I’ll be good.”

  Korkla shook his head, his implacable clan leader attitude resuming its place on his face. “There are many, many things I can think of that are wonderful about Matara Michaela of Clan Korkla. All you have to list are five more.”

  Michaela wanted to curse him then, to use her immense foul vocabulary as a weapon to make him concede. On the heels of that impulse, however, came a sense of guilt. Michaela knew from experience that words could do more damage than physical chastisement. She could commit more injury with ugly insults than the clan had with the torment she continued to endure.