“Well,” she seemed taken aback by this and struggled to find wording. “Well, you could have told him ‘no’. You throw your weight around everywhere else.”
Braun and Nole gave her very severe looks that asked her if she was joking before Braun said, “It would be very impolitic to take our uncle’s planet, Kayla.”
She blinked at them a few times. “Oh. Well, I didn’t know he was your uncle! I thought he was just... you know...” She continued to look from brother to brother. “Can’t we just let this one go?”
“Boots. Pants. Now,” Nole ordered, snapping his fingers at her pants.
“Can’t we talk about this?” she was now asking.
Nole, for once, was incredulous. “We talked about it before you left!” He wasn’t waiting to let her think of other things she might argue about. Instead, he spun her around, yanked down her pants until they folded over her boots, half carried, half dragged her to the bed, bent her over it, and pulled down her panties. He turned to Braun, taking off his belt, and asked, “How many?”
“None for you. You’re still upset,” Braun replied, putting his hand out to accept the belt. “I’ll do it.”
“How are you not upset?” Nole demanded. “You’re the one—”
“That knew she was going to be late,” Braun finished for his brother, then snapped his fingers for the belt. Hesitantly, Nole put it into his palm and then stood back, but it was obvious that standing back and merely watching was the last thing he’d wanted to do. “She knew she was going to get spanked when she returned, too,” Braun added, glancing at the bare bottom that was already squirming nervously over the bed. “Isn’t that right, Kayla?”
“I was less late than before!” she reminded him, that being her entire argument.
“Yes, but before we didn’t make you promise anything before you left. How many strokes should I give you with this belt, do you think?”
“None!” she quickly said, and he shook his head, looked down to make sure the belt was folded over properly, and then swung it at its pale target. “Ouch! Fuck!” she hissed between her teeth. “Fine. Ten.”
“I think you’d be getting off easy with twenty,” Braun told her. “And I’d take them nicely if you don’t want the rest of your bottom punished as well.”
“The rest of my—?” Swish-swack. Another pink line began to show against the pale skin. “Shit! This is fucking ridiculous! It’s only been three hours! Stop being ridiculous!” Swack!
Despite the fact that she’d never taken the belt before, to his knowledge, and normally by now a hand spanking would have brought her to tears, she seemed more cantankerous than usual and continued swearing, fussing, and arguing until halfway through. She finally started to cry around the fifteenth stroke, after she had begun to plead for them to ‘forgive her and move on!’
They watched as her toes squirmed into the floor and she held the blankets on the bed between fingers red from exertion. She didn’t reach back, but she only barely stopped herself from covering her quickly reddening bottom a number of times.
Nole didn’t start speaking until the end of it all. “I don’t think twenty is going to cut it,” Nole said with a snort, although he was visibly less tense than he had been. He walked into the bathroom as she panted and put her hands behind her to rub her bottom.
“I am done! You said twenty!” she snapped angrily, rubbing her eyes on her forearm.
“You didn’t exactly seem repentant,” Nole argued, walking back into the room with a small bottle of oil in his hands. “And I want to make sure that when you make a promise, you’re going to keep it, and not act like a brat for us holding you to it.” Without further ado, he put oil on his fingers and lubed her puckered bottom hole, which was on display between her red, blotchy cheeks.
She gasped and stood up. “Nole!” she snapped.
“Bend back over if you want me to stretch you out first. I promise you that that’s what you want me to do,” Nole warned. “Push back against me.” He pushed his index finger slowly into her small opening.
Braun stood, watching, fascinated and not just a little aroused. He had had anal sex with plenty of girls before, but he had never been the first, and he had certainly never seen anything done with a virgin bottom. It brought his memories back to the night when they had taken her virginity, when her eyes had widened into round circles as Nole had explored that area, just like he was now. Only now, his thrusts were much harder.
Braun walked closer until he was next to Kayla as well. He petted her soft hair with his large hand and watched her expression. It was an expression he was unfamiliar with—something between agony and ecstasy—and she was beginning to moan and pant. “Good girl,” Braun said.
Suddenly her mouth widened as if she was going to make a sharp sound. “It’s just two fingers,” Nole told her. “Push back.” Nole’s eyes were dilated and nearly black, obviously crazed with lust.
“I’m taking her there first,” Braun stated, reminding Nole of their original agreement.
“Alright,” Nole said, apparently expecting the announcement. Just as she began pushing back against his fingers, he finally stopped and begin stripping down. He tugged her boots and pants the rest of the way off and then got on the bed, sliding in front of Kayla and putting his hand on his hard cock, offering it to her. “You know what to do,” Nole told her firmly, as if she still had it in mind to be argumentative.
Although Braun recalled Kayla’s first experience being shy and tentative, that’s not how she acted now. She seemed to enjoy opening her mouth and devouring their cocks on a daily basis, if Braun was any judge about it. She was the most enthusiastic woman he had ever known in this regard, and today was no different despite her earlier protests.
Nole looked like he was floating on a cloud, and Braun guessed that his own expression didn’t seem quite so relaxed as he lined his hard cock up against the puckered rosebud of Kayla’s anus and began to push.
She whimpered around Nole’s cock and tried to crawl forward on the bed, but Braun held her in place with a firm hand on her hips. Her little hole warred against his entry with tightness he had never experienced before. He found himself holding in his own breath as he pushed forward.
Maintaining his hold on her, he not only pressed her further onto his cock, but also stroked her as she groaned. “You’re doing great, baby,” he told her, smoothing his hand across her hot, red bottom. He was beginning to wonder if she would be able to take his full length, but eventually he found himself buried deep into her and stayed there for a long moment in her warmth.
“You know what happens to bad girls?” Nole scolded her. “They get their bottoms fucked, hard.” Braun was surprised when Kayla moaned at those words. Was that what she wanted to hear?
It didn’t matter, the way she reacted told him all that he needed to know. Now, it was time to give her the thorough punishment fucking she deserved.
He pounded his length into her, thrusting deep and hard, causing her body to bounce and gyrate against him. She unwrapped her mouth from Nole’s cock to moan loud enough that he wouldn’t have been surprised if their uncle was able to hear her in the dinner hall.
“You like that, don’t you?” Braun found himself asking her over her moaning.
“God!” she squealed. “I’m going to cum... I’m—!”
“Slow down, then. I want to try something,” Nole instructed.
Braun only understood what Nole’s plans were when he laid down and pulled Kayla over him. Braun pulled himself out of her for a moment, ready to reposition, but surprised that they were going this fast. Even Kayla seemed confused and whimpered when she was left empty and was guided over Nole’s body and positioned with her soaking wet pussy over Nole’s cock. His length disappeared inside of her, and for a few seconds she rode him, trying desperately to get back to the brink of orgasm.
That’s when Braun positioned himself behind her, pushed her down, and held her steady as he shoved his cock back into her bottom.
Both men groaned loudly; it was impossible not to, at least at Braun’s end. He imagined Nole was feeling the tightness around his cock as both of her holes were filled. Kayla held her breath as she took them both inside her. “Oh, God! Oh, God! I can’t take it!” she moaned, but she didn’t sound like she was in much pain. The sensation, it seemed, was extremely overwhelming.
“Shh, you can do it,” Nole coaxed. “Take your time, my naughty little bride.”
She was still for a long moment before she braved moving, and when she did, the feeling around Braun’s cock was so intense he thought he was going to spend inside her any moment. It took all his mental focus to hold back his climax until she came, but the more she moved to bring upon her orgasm, and the more he and his brother made small thrusts of their own, compounding the sensation, and the more he wondered if holding back even another few seconds was possible.
“Yes!” Nole bellowed as his head fell back, and then Kayla’s body tensed and contracted. She called out their names as her head tilted towards the ceiling, and then Braun realized he couldn’t take another moment and allowed himself to release inside of her. It was one of the hardest orgasms of his life, and it seemed to last forever as they all coiled against each other in ecstasy.
They then froze in place, panting with exhaustion, until Braun pulled himself out of her and fell to his side on the bed, pulling Kayla to lie between them.
Overwhelmed by exhaustion, for a long time they said nothing. Braun wondered if he’d fallen asleep when he was woken by Nole speaking as he pulled Kayla closer against his body. “I have never thought I could spend that hard. There is no way I haven’t seeded the hell out of you.”
She groaned but then chuckled quietly. “You’re impossible, Nole. This breeding obsession of yours is off the rails.”
“Give him a break,” Braun found himself saying into Kayla’s hair as he reached over her body to caress her breasts. “We just want to make sure you’re only late concerning one thing.”
She lifted her head and turned to look at Braun, then blinked. “Did you just tell a joke?”
He grinned so that his face hurt. He couldn’t remember feeling this happy and fulfilled ever before in his life. He even shrugged and said, “More truth than joke, I hope.”
She shook her head and relaxed again. “I married the biggest perverts in the galaxy. And if you’re going to do stuff like that when I’m naughty, I’m going to have to disobey you often.”
“Go ahead and make our day,” Nole said with a laugh. “We still have quite a few tricks up our sleeves, you know.”
“Keep them a surprise,” Kayla said sleepily. “This was a very interesting marriage to be forced into.”
“And you,” Braun said, rolling his finger into one of her long, white tresses, “are going to be one very fun adventure, my queen.”
The End
About Korey Mae Johnson
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Becoming a Private Pet by Ivy Barrett
Chapter One
Drawn from the darkness by the acrid smell of antiseptic, Katherine Deacon wrinkled her nose, then moaned. Her mind was muddled, her body ached, and her head throbbed as if she’d been on a weekend bender. What was wrong with her? Where was she? Why did she feel so wretched? The answers floated away before she could fully grasp them, so she focused on the information her senses provided, processing the clues one at a time. She lay on her back, arms out to the side, legs slightly spread. Her movements were hampered by restraints anchored to her wrists and ankles.
The discovery sent fear surging through her system, but she tried not to panic. Hospitals restrained people to keep them from hurting themselves, but she couldn’t remember being injured. She couldn’t remember much of anything.
She tried to open her eyes, but that only intensified the pounding in her head. Her last clear memory was driving home from work. She’d been stuck in bumper-to-bumper traffic, which wasn’t at all unusual for a Friday night in Sacramento. But she couldn’t remember arriving at home or being in an accident.
A deep voice said something in a language she didn’t understand, so she tried again to open her eyes. Light stabbed into her brain as soon as her lashes parted, forcing her to squeeze them shut again.
Someone touched her chin, shifting her head to the side, then something cool pressed against her skull just behind her ear. A sharp sting made her cry out and jerk away from the unseen hands. Heat spread out like veins of fire, up the side of her head then down her spine.
“Can you understand me now?”
The voice was the same one she’d heard a moment before. “Yes. Where am I? How did I get here?”
“Just lie still for a moment. Dr. Laemor is going to give you an injection that should counteract the side effects of the sedative.”
Doctor. Then she was in a hospital. She allowed herself to relax just a little. She felt something cold rub her upper arm, likely an alcohol pad, sterilizing her skin for the promised injection. But who had sedated her in the first place? The injection was much less painful than whatever had stabbed behind her ear and the effect was almost immediate. Her thinking cleared and the persistent pounding gradually faded to a bearable throb. She still felt weak and listless, but any improvement was welcome.
Emboldened by the change, she slowly opened her eyes.
A man stood beside her bed, staring down at her with expressionless features. He had short black hair and his eyes were the strangest shade of green. Vivid didn’t describe the intensity. They were so bright, they glowed. Neon, she decided. He had neon green eyes.
Shaking away the distraction, she tried to focus on her surroundings. “Where am I and who are you?”
The room wasn’t large or remarkable. White walls, tiled floor, sparsely furnished. The bed on which she lay, a compact desk, and two chairs were the only furniture. It was a hospital room, similar to others she’d seen.
“I am Lord Trolyn Estifal. You were brought in by one of my talent scouts.”
“‘Talent scouts’?” The bizarre term drew her attention back to the man at her side. “What the hell does that mean?”
Rather than answer her question, Trolyn motioned toward the other side of the bed. She turned her head and gasped as she saw the man standing there. His eyes were the same neon green, but that’s where the resemblance ended. This person had wavy orange hair and golden skin. His eyes were overly large and strangely shaped. Distinct ridges of flesh ran from his temples to some point on his chest or even lower. His shirt blocked her view, so she couldn’t be sure. The makeup was so convincing he didn’t look human.
Still slightly numbed by the drugs, she looked from the first man to the second and back. “Is this a movie set? Why is he all made up?”
“His appearance is natural,” Trolyn told her with a deadpan expression. “You are no longer on Earth.”
“Right.” She smiled and relaxed against the bed. “And you’re not wearing contacts either. I’m in outer space.”
“You’re at my training facility, but your aptitudes must be determined before training begins. Training is in-depth and expensive, so only those with high aptitudes are approved for the program.”
This had to have been set up by someone who knew how much she liked science fiction. But what was the purpose and how far would they take the gag? “What sort of aptitudes are you looking for? I’m not sure I’m interested in being trained.”
“The ch
oice is not yours, Miss Deacon. You are now the property of Exotic Pets, Inc.”
“All right. Hold it right there. I don’t find that amusing at all. I’m no one’s property, much less someone’s pet.” She spit out the last word to illustrate her distaste.
Trolyn was unaffected by her outburst. He motioned to the orange-haired doctor as if she hadn’t spoken. “You may begin.”
The doctor touched her face, his fingers surprisingly gentle. “It’s best if you just relax and let it happen. The more you resist, the more the program intensifies.”
What in God’s name was he talking about?
She started to ask when a bright sensation sparked in her right nipple. She gasped and twisted, trying to escape the bizarre stimulation. The sensation was echoed in her left breast, and then both nipples tingled.
“Stop it! What’s going on? This is so fucking twisted. Let me go right now!”
Both men ignored her protests and her obvious distress. Trolyn drew the sheet covering her down to her waist and watched the physical manifestations of her arousal. She hadn’t even realized she was naked until the room’s cool air wafted across her skin. “She hardened very quickly. Simulate suction.”
Nothing was touching her. She could see her breasts clearly and there was nothing there. So why the fuck did it feel like two hungry mouths were now sucking her with slow, deep pulls? She gritted her teeth and tossed her head back and forth, humiliated and terrified.
“Scan her,” Trolyn ordered. “It’s obvious she’s fighting the simulator. What’s going on inside?”
Some sort of holographic image arched over her body. The bright colors and scrolling symbols distracted her from the persistent suction, yet added to the surreal strangeness of the event.
His appearance is natural. Trolyn’s claim echoed through her floundering mind. You are no longer on Earth.
If this was a dream, she wanted to wake up. Now! But a practical joke seemed less and less likely. She looked at the doctor more closely this time, stubbornly ignoring the nonexistent mouths. Not even the best Hollywood makeup artist could create an illusion this seamless. Which led her once again to Trolyn’s ridiculous claim. She was no longer on Earth.
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