I would never do that to him, to any of them. No matter how they punish me, it’s something I can get through because I know they would never do anything spiteful to me. They are everything, more than I deserve.
Suddenly, Michaela had the final five things she needed to make amends. In rapid succession, she ran four of them off: “I’m loyal. I’m a survivor. I’ve had moments when I was brave. Sometimes I make my clan happy.”
Her balls and cock and cunt continued to pulse with agony. Michaela managed a smile for her clanmates anyway as she spoke the final words that made her not such an awful excuse of a person. “And when I love, it’s with all my heart. Like how I love you three.”
Raxstad beamed at her, all his anger erased. Korkla also smiled, transforming his too-sharp featured face into breathtaking beauty. Govi blinked very fast, his eyes brightening more than ever.
Korkla stroked Michaela’s hair and bent to kiss her lips. Against her mouth he said, “Those are very good things, Michaela. And they are all true, so you must do all in your power to believe them.”
“I know the last one is for true.”
Korkla said, “And returned. You are the heart and soul of this clan, my love. Please don’t doubt it ever again.”
He looked to Govi. “Are you satisfied?”
The Imdiko nodded. “I am. She’s been well chastised, and I think she’ll think twice before saying those awful things again.”
Korkla turned his attention to Raxstad. “And you, my Nobek? You are our disciplinarian, after all.”
The wonderful brute stared down a Michaela. Raxstad seemed torn. “Damn it, I want to believe she’ll behave herself from now on. The trouble is, she’s the most stubborn thing in the universe.”
Michaela’s heart dropped. She didn’t want any more punishment.
Govi’s tone was conciliatory. “It’s difficult to remove such ingrained thoughts, my Nobek.”
“I know. I agree she’s had enough for now,” Raxstad admitted. His brows beetled together. “My Matara, know that the next time you utter the least ugly thing about yourself, I will discipline you to the point that this will seem like a fun-filled romp. I won’t hear it.”
Michaela swallowed. It was the pain underlying the threat in his voice that made her determined to obey his wishes. “I will not say them then, my Nobek. I swear it to you. If I screw up, you can beat me flatter than a pancake.”
He quirked a smile at that, softening his coarse features. “All right. I’m not sure what a pancake is, but I’m willing to believe it’s something really flat.”
“Let’s take her down and show her the more pleasant side of this room,” Korkla suggested.
Govi was quick to agree, but Raxstad held up a hand to make them pause. “This one time. We always turn to pleasure after punishing Michaela, and I’m concerned she’ll start taking that the wrong way. After today, any time she is reprimanded there will be no reward afterwards.”
His look was one of stern love. “Do you understand what I’m saying here, Michaela?”
She nodded. “I do.”
“Do you agree that it is a necessary step?”
Michaela swallowed. Raxstad needs this, she thought to herself. He needs me to tell him I understand he’s doing it out of love and concern for me.
“I agree, my Nobek. Misbehavior deserves punishment alone.”
“All right.” He reached over her head and made the manacles spring open, freeing her wrists.
Michaela’s arms tumbled to her sides, feeling weak after having them up for so long. Govi set about rubbing them, getting the circulation flowing faster again. “Poor sweetheart,” he murmured as Korkla took the spreader bar from between her feet.
Raxstad took the first nipple clip off her. Michaela hissed as blood returned to her flesh, bringing new and electric pain. “Easy,” the Nobek murmured, kissing the hurt away.
“Oh wait, please,” Michaela whimpered as he reached for the other clamp.
“It will be over soon,” he said reassuringly, but that didn’t take away the flush of torment when her nipple was freed. Raxstad kissed that one too.
Meanwhile, Korkla removed the vibrator/cockring contraption holding her sexual bits prisoner. Michaela’s cock bobbed heavily, still aching for release. Her clit seemed to strain too, as if to entreat any contact in order to realize fulfillment. Instead, Korkla eased the dildo out of her backside, not touching anything else.
Michaela was no longer on the brink of orgasm, but she still hurt with need. If Raxstad could dream up a punishment that surpassed this one, she really must concentrate on not saying the foul names that leapt into her skull when she felt the worst about herself.
“This way, precious,” Govi coaxed her, leading her to one of the tables in the room.
Michaela eyed the tall table, which stood as high as Raxstad’s waist. It was the one that made her think of an Earther doctor’s office. It even had stirrups, along with many, many restraining straps, and a light hanging overhead. When Korkla ordered it on, the light shined with almost blinding brilliance on the cushioned surface.
“Up you go,” Raxstad said, his grin as bright in his dark face. He picked Michaela up in his arms and deposited her on the table.
“Lie back,” Korkla encouraged her as she blinked under the light’s glare. He moved it so that it shined directly where her groin would end up if she put her feet in the stirrups.
She did so, biting back a whimper as her sore, spanked ass rested on the table. She couldn’t resist asking, “What are we doing?”
Korkla grinned. “If we told you that, it would ruin the fun.”
Everyone was much more at ease now that the unpleasantness of discipline was done. The men all had anticipatory smiles on their faces. Michaela’s sexes heated under that regard, a mixture of excitement and nervousness filling her parts with demand.
“Is it just your fun, or am I going to have some too?” she worried as they adjusted her on the table to their satisfaction. Her butt was slightly over the edge of the table. After Govi had moved the metal stirrups just so, he set her feet in them.
“You will enjoy it. Eventually,” the Imdiko told her.
Shit, they’re going to keep teasing me a while longer before they let me come, Michaela thought. Still, she offered no resistance as Govi strapped her feet into their prisons and the other two fastened more bands about her body. Michaela’s arms were bound at her sides, leaving her helpless. Her legs were wide open once more and lifted up so some of the pressure was taken off her smarting ass. Her swollen cock lay on her stomach, with her pussy and ass open for use.
One strap crossed above her breasts, just at her shoulders. Another stretched beneath her breasts, lying across her ribcage. Still another anchored her to the table at the tops of her hips. Unable to keep herself from trying, Michaela strained at her bonds. She would not be escaping.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Raxstad asked, his eyes narrowed.
“Nowhere,” she said.
“Damned right you’re not.”
Govi went to the shelves again. After a moment, the other two followed him. They conversed in low tones so Michaela couldn’t hear. She whimpered to think what they might be planning to do to her now.
“Punishment is over, right? Right?” she called.
Three grinning faces turned to look over their shoulders. His tone full of evil, Korkla said, “The kind none of us likes is over. Now we get to deal out the type that we enjoy.”
“Oh shit,” Michaela moaned. She already hurt from denied orgasm. She knew there was a thin line between discipline for wrongdoing and discipline for fun.
The men sauntered back to the table, keeping whatever they’d taken from the shelves hidden from her sight. They ranged around her, Korkla and Govi on one side, Raxstad on the other.
It was Govi who started. He showed her a strap with what looked like the bit from a horse’s bridle in the middle. Except this bit was thick enough to impede speech and had a
soft covering. Michaela had seen such a thing in Raxstad’s vids, which he liked to watch with her sitting naked in his lap. While they watched the sex on the screen, the Nobek would pump a couple of thick fingers in her pussy while masturbating her cock until she came.
“Open your mouth,” Govi said, touching the bit to her lips. Michaela did so, obedient to his wishes even as her nervousness climbed a notch.
It’s going to be hard to tell them to stop if things get too far.
Her clanmates had never gone to any length that made Michaela wish them to stop. Still, the three men had always been adamant that she let them know if she couldn’t take what they did to her. Sholt, the Kalquorian word for stop, was the signal they had agreed on. Once Govi had the bit in her mouth and the strap snug around her head, she tried to say that word, just to see if she could.
“Shhouw.”
Korkla put something hard and round in her hand. It felt metallic. “If you get into any trouble, shake that. Try it now.”
Michaela closed her fist around the ball object and shook her hand. A jingling sound, similar to Christmas bells, jangled.
“Good.” Raxstad held up a pumping sleeve for her to see. “I have a toy for you, little love.”
Michaela whimpered. It was something else she hadn’t experienced yet, only seen in Raxstad’s vids. Sleeves were often used on the men in the shows.
At first glance, the sleeve looked like a thick stubby tube. The opening was as wide as Korkla’s wrist. Michaela knew it wouldn’t remain that size for long.
Smiling at her, Raxstad slid it over her still erect cock. “Adjust size,” he said, and the inner part of the tube inflated, closing around her length. Michaela groaned as it held her in a firm but soft grip. She shuddered, knowing what was going to happen.
“Three degrees warmer than skin temperature.”
Now the pump heated, sending lovely tendrils of warmth into the eager flesh. It was enough to make Michaela writhe in her bonds. The ache in her loins bloomed anew. Damn, she wanted to come and relieve that awful pressure so badly.
“Slow pump.”
The inner sleeve moved, rubbing her up and down. It was not as exciting as Raxstad’s meaty paw on her, especially not at the lazy speed at which it worked her cock. It was still enough to bring a groan from Michaela’s throat.
The men watched her get her prick pumped for a few seconds, their eyes dark as they gazed at her shuddering body. Govi stroked her breasts, playing with Michaela’s nipples to make them hard nubs.
“Beautiful,” Raxstad growled, his fingers combing through her curls.
“Oh yes,” Korkla said. He pulled his shirt off, followed quickly by his shorts. His cocks bobbed, slick and ready.
He moved to the end of the table to stand between Michaela’s feet locked in their stirrups. She thought he would enter her right away. Instead, the Dramok held up what he had taken from the shelves.
At first glance, Michaela thought it was merely a double cock ring, something all the men had worn before when they wanted to last longer with her. It certainly looked like all the others; a figure eight bit of plastic-like material designed to fit snugly at the bases of the Kalquorians’ twin endowments. The surface of it was nubby like the ones she was used to as well, meant to enhance her pleasure as she was fucked.
The openings were somewhat wider than the usual cockrings, however. Wide enough that Michaela supposed this particular one would not inhibit ejaculation. Gleaming with wetness, Korkla was able to slide the double cockring onto his pricks with ease. They were just snug enough to not slide back off.
The piece was also thicker than usual and had an extra bit that Michaela was not used to seeing on her clanmates’ typical rings. That part, a nubby square of extra material, sat at the top of the primary cock ring. From its positioning, Michaela was sure it would rub against her clit.
If she hadn’t known her men so well, she would have thought that was all to it ... a double cockring with nubs to help get her off. But with Clan Korkla, things were never that simple. There was more to the toy than met the eye, she was sure.
Michaela was not to find out right away what form of sensual torment the cockring would provide, however. The men had yet another surprise for her.
As she lay helpless and trembling from the delicious sensations coming from the cock pump, Korkla said, “Vid image, overhead view and screen.”
An area between Michaela and the ceiling shimmered. She looked up at what seemed to be a mirror image of her body, strapped to the table and surrounded by the men.
She gaped. The eyes of her doppelganger widened and her mouth formed an ‘O’ around the bit between her teeth. Her hair, a black curled mass, spread beneath her head on the table. The straps tying her down over and under her breasts accentuated the mounds, making them seem larger than usual. Govi’s long-fingered hands teased her nipples as she watched, the brown of his skin matching her own. On the opposite side of the table, Raxstad fingered a whorl of her curls with one hand while his other rubbed over her belly.
Between her upraised thighs, Michaela could see the head of her prick contained within the pumping sleeve. It had gone purplish with excitement, and wetness glistened at its opening. Her pussy was open, the dusky lips swollen and spread beneath Korkla’s waiting cocks. Her ass was striped from Raxstad’s discipline.
Seeing herself like this, her body bound and posed to service her men, made more lust tumble through Michaela’s overwrought body. Yet she also saw how she was made, how she was so different from others. She didn’t want to look at herself. Her jaw clenched, making her bite into the rubbery bit. She closed her eyes.
A disembodied electronic voice spoke. “View only or record this image?”
Korkla’s cocks jerked as he said, “Record. Oh yes, let’s make a vid of our lovely Michaela being fucked by her clan.”
He took his pricks in hand, positioning the tapered tips against Michaela’s open pussy and ass. She ground her teeth hard against the bit in her mouth as she felt the thicker stave slip into her pussy. A moment later, the lower cock forged into her rear entrance.
Raxstad stopped rubbing her belly. He opened the crotch of his shorts and took his cocks out. His other hand tangled in Michaela’s hair, grasping a handful to hold her head pinned to the table.
“Open your eyes,” he said. “Open them and watch. You’re going to see everything we do to you. Look or I’ll punish you again.”
Michaela whimpered, but she opened her eyes. The way Raxstad held her down, she had no choice but to watch the vid overhead. She concentrated on looking at the men.
“Good girl.” Raxstad stroked his primary cock, masturbating himself over her breasts. He grunted low in his throat.
Govi continued to play with her tits with one hand, but he also released himself. He pleasured his larger cock as Raxstad did, but moved to the head of the table as he did so. The tip of his dick aimed towards Michaela’s mouth. He alternated between watching her face and what his clanmates did. Michaela could hear his gasping breath.
Korkla reached his end, his cocks embedded deep within her sex and ass. Michaela moaned at the fullness. The back cock rubbed against something electric deep inside her tighter channel. The front cock also had found the place at the front of her womanly sheath, the part that felt like molten lava when rubbed. She groaned and strained against those sensations and the sweet stroking of the cock pump. Her prick spat pre-cum.
“That’s right,” Korkla muttered. “Our pretty little girl-boy loves to be fucked. She likes it when we spray our cum all over her amazing body. Don’t you, Michaela? Don’t you love it?”
He ground against her, his groin moving in circles against her. The nubs of his cockring abraded her soft flesh delightfully, sharpening the ravening need that suffused her belly. With her teeth clenched around the bit, Michaela issued a thin, high-pitched scream.
“I think she wants more,” Raxstad said between grunts. “Fuck her, my Dramok. Fuck her while she watches.
”
“Do you see it yet, my Matara?” Govi asked as he pulled hard on himself, his cock only a couple of inches away from her face. “Do you see how beautiful you are? Do you see why we want you so much?”
No, she didn’t see it. Michaela simply couldn’t understand why her misshapen form aroused them so greatly. But the men were beautiful to look upon, and seeing Korkla thrusting in and out of her ass and pussy was delicious. Michaela wanted to watch when Raxstad and Govi came too, when their juices spurted on her breasts and face. She needed them to come for her. She concentrated on seeing just the men and the part of her the Dramok fucked.
Korkla’s strokes were long and deep, hitting something deep inside Michaela that resounded like a bell. When his groin met hers, the nubby cockring rubbed her clit and all about her pussy and anus.
Her scrotum had drawn up tight, and a great weight had announced itself at the base of her cock. It roiled there, rising from a simmer, readying to erupt. There was still pain from long-denied orgasm, but knowing she would climax soon helped soothe the discomfort. Knowing they would all climax made the hurt enjoyable.
Korkla’s head fell back and he moaned at the image floating over their heads. “Ring on,” he said and ground in tight against Michaela again.
A profound shuddering overtook Michaela where the cockring touched her. Powerful vibrations quaked all over her ass, sex, and clit. Orgasm moved swiftly, thundering through her like an earthquake.
Michaela screamed around the bit gag as blistering heat shoved from her balls into her prick. It drove a fiery trail up through straining flesh, spewing up and out beyond the pumping sleeve that held her flesh. The knot at the base of her cock released in shuddering bursts, relieving the tension at long last.
Meanwhile, her pussy flexed hard. The pleasure of her masculine flesh transmitted to the feminine. It joined in with the hard pressure moving against the hotspot in her sheath, the jarring excitement of Korkla’s cock tip colliding with her cervix, and the wicked thrills running from the vibrating ring to her clit. She was moments from coming.
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