“No,” Michaela said. She tried to shift, to relieve some of that awful weight. She couldn’t move and her poor penis was stuck with the heaviness of the cage.
Finally, the men put a harness on her, one that strapped around her upper thighs and waist and held the butt plug in place. A plastic attachment lay over her clit. Michaela got a very bad feeling about the arrangement.
“All right, my Matara,” Raxstad said as he stepped back. “You know the wrong you’ve done. You did not think to call Korkla when you knew Jessica was going to do something ill-advised.”
Tears welled in Michaela’s eyes at his words. She had fucked up, and Clan Clajak might pay dearly for it. Jessica would suffer worst of all.
Raxstad continued to speak. “You failed to trust your own clan in the matter. Now you must make amends for your lack of faith.”
Stupid. I am so stupid. Tears ran from Michaela’s eyes. I’ll do anything to make it up to them.
“We love you, Michaela,” Korkla said quietly. “And I have no doubt you love us. Now you must learn to trust wholeheartedly as well.”
Despite being in agreement with her wish for discipline, Govi looked ready to weep. “The sooner you start, my Nobek, the sooner this is done.”
“Yes. Here we go.”
Raxstad touched a button on the waiting dildo. It pressed into Michaela, entering her fully. At the same time, he muttered, “Stimulator, activate, random setting.”
The attachment over Michaela’s clit hummed to life. She sucked in a deep breath as pleasure erupted. The mechanical dildo moved in and out of her pussy, increasing the delicious thrills coursing through her. With the anal plug, she was wondrously full as well, and the dildo provided gentle friction to her interior hotspot.
She moaned. The sweet roil of excitement filled her loins and spilled into her cock. It grew plump, pressing against the enfolding metal of the rings. They constricted her maleness, refusing to allow it full erection. The curved metal would not bend and it was cold and heavy. Some of the pleasure abated.
Raxstad ordered the dildo and clit stimulation to stop. He told Michaela, “Now that you’ve had a taste, I will tell you what will happen. You will spend the next hour in this chair, being fucked by the machine. The clit stimulator will be set on random. It will provide pleasure without climax, which we all know you don’t enjoy. After the hour is up, you will continue to wear the clit stimulator, the anal plug, and the cock cage for the rest of this evening. You will service our needs as we command with no pleasure in return. If you behave, everything will be removed before bed.”
Korkla asked, “Do you understand your punishment, Michaela?”
She didn’t hesitate. “Yes, my Dramok.”
Govi was next. “Is this acceptable to you?”
All at once, Michaela’s greatest fear seized her. It had been at the back of her mind since the council meeting, a terror that she had fought ever since. She did not want to voice it for fear of making it come true. However, it spilled out before she could stop herself. “I’ll do anything to fix things between us. Just don’t send me away. Don’t make me not your Matara.”
Korkla’s eyes widened. “Do you really think we’d do such a thing? Never, Michaela. You’re ours forever.”
Govi looked horrified. “That can’t happen anyway, my love. Clanning is for life.”
She was confused. “But you said what happened at the council meeting could take Jessica away from Clajak’s clan. If clanning is a lifetime commitment, how can it be possible she loses that bond?”
Korkla sighed. “Only very special circumstances can break a clanship, my Matara. The issue with Jessica is one such circumstance. In matters of the Empire’s leadership, clan ties can be severed.”
Some of Michaela’s terror abated. She would not lose her lovers. They could not set her aside because she’d fucked up.
Govi hurried to console her further of that fact. “Even if we could de-clan you, it would still not be an option. We love you. Nothing you’ve done can change that.”
Raxstad stroked thick fingers through her hair. “You cannot be set aside.” He gave her one of his evil grins. “That also means you cannot set us aside. You are stuck.”
Michaela felt a rush of love so pure for the three of them that her heart might have floated right out of her body. Her being sang with joy.
Nothing and no one can tear us apart. This is my happily-ever-after, just like in the story books.
Korkla sighed, not sounding nearly as glad as Michaela felt. “All right, my Matara. Your punishment begins now.”
In her relief over not being de-clanned, Michaela had managed to forget the chastisement she still faced. She was reminded of it quickly when Raxstad activated the dildo and clit pad.
Once more, her body roused to the vibrations and friction against her most sensitive female parts. It transmitted straight to her cock, which swelled until the cage gripping it grew uncomfortable. Her groans of mingled desire and torment soon filled the room. She writhed in her bonds, trying to simultaneously make the dildo fuck her faster so she might come and to dislodge the male chastity device. She wasn’t trying to disobey her clan. Michaela couldn’t help but struggle against merged pleasure and discomfort.
She quickly discovered the full realization of the horrid fix she was in. The stimulation of pussy and clit wouldn’t be denied no matter how constricting the cock cage became. Excitement pulsed through her sexes even as her maleness ached. Michaela wanted more friction so she could come. She wanted the friction to stop so her prick could be granted relief.
From far away, she heard Govi’s voice. “I’ve always hated having my libido used against me like this. Imagine how much worse it must be for someone her age with the more intense hormonal influence.”
“Which is why we agreed this would be a potent punishment,” Raxstad said. “She’s not likely to forget it.”
Michaela didn’t try to make sense of what they said. She couldn’t think straight with the agony of arousal filling her belly to bursting. The clit stimulator tickled gossamer threads of passion through that tiny nub. She thought she could feel her pussy lips trembling. Despite the weighted ache of her dick and the slowness of the fake cock plumbing her cunt, Michaela thought she might achieve orgasm after all. She strained against the straps holding her down, reaching for fulfillment. It was just there, drifting down, almost within her grasp...
The dildo went still. The clit stimulator also ceased to hum. The moment passed, leaving her hurting with frustration.
She shrieked a curse and thumped her head backwards against the chair’s headrest.
“Easy, my love,” Korkla soothed, cupping her skull to make her stop. “Take a deep breath. That’s my girl.”
Michaela looked into the Dramok’s blue-purple eyes, trying to absorb his strength. The idea she might call on them to stop flitted through her mind. She firmly dismissed the urge. She had messed up and made Korkla think she didn’t trust him. She would not give in to her body’s urges.
That he and the others remained at her side while she gave herself over to discipline helped her recover her courage. They didn’t have to stay with her while she endured penance. They could have easily walked out of the room, leaving her to suffer alone. Instead, they surrounded her. Korkla held her face framed in his palms. Govi held her hands. Raxstad rubbed her shins.
Her clan was there for her. They were watching over her, keeping her safe.
The dildo and clit pad came to life again. Once more, Michaela plunged into unhappy arousal. She did her best to concentrate on the loving touches of the men and not the awful desire flooding her guts.
The torment heightened with every passing second. One moment, Michaela ached to climax. The next, excitement gave way to near-pain as her cock strained against the tight, heavy rings surrounding it. And yet lust continued to build until she neared climax once more. And again, just as she thought she might find desperate release, everything shut down, leaving her quaking and
desperate.
Within ten minutes, Michaela wept freely with the need to orgasm and to be released from the cock cage. After fifteen, the agony was excruciating. Everything below the waist throbbed. Just as she neared climax from her female parts, the clit stimulator and dildo would stop. She had no escape, no way to make the torment end. All she could do was endure and try to keep her mind on her men. In the moments when she could think straight she felt sheltered by their love. Michaela appreciated how they did not abandon her to her punishment. They were constantly there, murmuring encouragement and praise as she endured.
The hour crawled by. During the last quarter of it, Michaela was exhausted, unable to struggle any longer. She lay there, suffering horrendously as the mechanical prick fucked her, as the stimulation shivered against her clit, as her cock pressed desperately against its prison, as desire climbed to realization only to be denied at the last moment. It went on and on, with no relief in sight. Her only saving grace was seeing the men surrounding her, their expressions telling her they suffered right along with her. Knowing her torment was theirs too made the punishment even worse, however.
At last Raxstad said, “Time is up for this part of the discipline.” He shut off the dildo.
The other two men exhaled in relief. Michaela did not join them. Her body still raged for release, and she knew it was not forthcoming. She felt horribly empty when the mechanical cock left her body.
Raxstad began to clean it as Korkla and Govi removed the straps. Michaela lay limp on the chair, knowing there was so much more of the night to go before she could hope to be done with her penance. She did not complain, however.
“Govi, order our dinner,” Korkla said. “We’ll see to her care and the next phase.”
The Imdiko nodded and left the room. Meanwhile, Raxstad had finished cleaning the fake cock and went to the cooler. He brought back a protein drink and a bottle of water as Korkla wrapped Michaela in a warm blanket.
“How are you doing, my Matara?” the Dramok asked. “Are you willing to continue after you’ve had some recovery time?”
“Yes, my Dramok,” Michaela said. Raxstad put the protein pouch to her lips. She sucked down the chocolate-tasting substance greedily. Her body was a tumbling mass of unfulfilled desire and throbbing, but her arms and legs were as weak as an infant’s. She trembled all over.
“We’ll resume after you’ve gotten some strength back,” Korkla said. He gave her a smile. “You’re doing very well, my love. I’m proud of you for facing this with so much bravery.”
Raxstad also had an encouraging smile for Michaela. “You’re as beautiful as the first morning of spring and as tough as a Nobek. No one is as perfect as my Matara.”
She managed to return the smiles. All she wanted was for this day to be over. However, this moment with the men taking care of her made even the heavy cage holding her dick and the still attached and randomly running clit stimulator seem endurable.
“When we’re done, I’ll be forgiven?” she asked after drinking half the bottle of water Raxstad tipped to her lips.
“You’re already forgiven, little one,” Raxstad assured her. “We told you that. This is what you asked for, to put your account in balance.”
“You’re talking about karma,” she told the Nobek.
“I am? I’m not familiar with the term.”
“Jessica’s Buddhist belief talks a lot about it. For every act of evil a person commits, they will receive that evil in turn. The same goes for good deeds.” Michaela smiled wearily and shifted in the chair, trying to find some way of being comfortable. The mix of arousal and frustration only seemed to increase with motion. Michaela made herself be still. “Karma is a natural force that brings everything in the spiritual world back into balance.”
Raxstad nodded. “This is what I believe as well, though what you’ve done is not evil. Not even close. Your actions were simply not thought out, which has led to serious consequences.” He considered for a moment. “I’d like to be an instrument of this karma, especially when it comes to my work. Every act, kind or cruel, must be repaid. Justice must prevail.”
Michaela looked to Korkla. “Is that what you believe too?”
Korkla considered a few seconds before answering. “I agree that good should be rewarded and evil punished. However, I do not know that it always happens that way. Sometimes it seems that wrongdoers are never brought to judgment and good people suffer more than they should.” He chuckled. “I focus on being as good a Dramok for my clan as I can be, along with helping Clajak in my capacity as his assistant and friend. I don’t feel qualified to do more than that.”
“What do you believe, Michaela?” Govi said.
She hadn’t heard him return to the room. Seeing the beautiful Imdiko walking across the floor to join them made her cock fill uncomfortably against its cage. She stifled a groan and distracted herself from the dull irritation by considering the question.
After turning it over in her head for several moments, Michaela told them, “It depends on my mood. If I’m angry about what someone’s done to me, I feel like the official religion’s rule of, ‘an eye for an eye’. But sometimes when I see how it hurts people to hold grudges, I think of another passage from our bible that says, ‘turn the other cheek’.”
Raxstad’s brows drew together. “Earth’s belief structure says do both? But they are in opposition to each other.”
“No wonder Earthers are so confused,” Korkla grinned.
Michaela grinned back. “It is confusing. People pick and choose what works for them.”
“I’ll stick to this idea of karma,” Raxstad said. “It’s easy. I like my understanding of such matters to be black and white, thank you.”
“Simple beliefs for a simple man,” Govi laughed. “That’s what I love about you, my Nobek. I don’t have to work hard to figure you out.”
Michaela teased, “I must be the difficult one to make up for the easy-to-understand clanmate. What about you, Govi? Where do you fall into this mix?”
He shrugged. “I suppose I’m as uncomplicated as Raxstad, in my own way. I just want everyone to be nice to each other. I think we should all work on that. The rest will fix itself.”
“Beautiful simplicity,” Michaela sighed. “If only it happened that way. But then wouldn’t you be out of a job? What would you do if you didn’t have all those traumas to fix?”
“I could be a singer,” Govi said with an earnest expression on his face.
The other three laughed at the joke. Govi had a terrible singing voice, but it didn’t keep him from belting out songs when he was performing some menial task.
Korkla took the empty bottle from Michaela and tossed it towards the wall. The recycling intake slid open just in time to catch it, then shut once more, leaving the wall seamless. When his gaze returned to her, it was somber once more.
“Do you feel adequately recovered, my Matara?” he asked.
Michaela felt dread take up residence once more in her belly. The clit stimulator chose that moment to shiver back to life. Her pussy clenched, wanting a cock to fill it. Meanwhile, her dick fought the heavy cage surrounding it.
“What do I have to do now?” she asked.
The Dramok stepped up to the chair she still lay upon, reclining it lower so that her face was on level with his crotch. He opened the fly seam of his pants. “While we wait for dinner to arrive, you may pleasure me with your mouth. Do not touch yourself. You are not allowed climax.”
Michaela grimaced as she gripped his penises in her fists. It wasn’t that she minded servicing Korkla. She had to turn onto her side to do so, and that shifted her imprisoned cock. The metal cage was heavier this way, making her maleness more uncomfortable than before. Yet the stimulator continued to excite her clit, making for a confusing swirl of sensation. Michaela ached to pull both items off so she could masturbate herself to release.
She had to put up with the trials her clan had set for her, however. She would fix things between her and th
em.
Michaela started by mouthing Korkla’s smaller cock while she stroked the primary one with her hand. She did so enthusiastically, as if she could somehow hope to transmit his pleasure and climax to herself.
She wondered at the softness of her Dramok’s skin though it pulled taut over the rigidity of passion. It made her think of luxurious 1000-thread count sheets. Soon Korkla was slick as well, his natural lubrication exuding from his pores. Michaela inhaled the sharp tang of cinnamon-like spice. The flavor danced upon her tongue as she licked and kissed the thick length.
She continued to pump the larger cock, holding it up and out of the way while she greedily sucked the other deep into her mouth. Korkla’s pulse thudded hard against her tongue. Passion speared her loins as he plucked at her teats, making them hard with excitement. Darts of sensation fired from her chest to her already avid crotch.
The scent, taste, and feel of Korkla in her mouth and hands made Michaela’s arousal even worse. His hands played with her breasts as she fellated him, increasing the need. Knowing there would be no outlet for the pressure that continued to build, she moaned a sad sound even as she worked to please her Dramok. The stimulator continued to cycle on and off as she sucked her clanmate, bringing orgasm close without allowing it to happen.
It’s not about me. It’s about letting my clan know I do trust them. It’s about reassuring them that I believe they will always do the right thing on my behalf.
Michaela kept telling herself that with each denied climax. Even so, tears of frustration escaped the corners of her eyes. Her stomach hurt from not coming.
“Now the primary one, my love,” Korkla whispered, his voice strained. “Suck me until I spill.”
A drop of seed wept from his larger cock. Michaela licked it off before swallowing all of his cock. It made her gag and Korkla groan.
“By the ancestors,” the Dramok sighed. “I love it when my prick disappears into your pretty little mouth.”
Through her growing misery, Michaela felt a mote a joy to hear she made him happy. She bobbed her head back and forth, fellating Korkla with enthusiasm.
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