by Sara Fields
I teased her again with my tongue and her sounds became more panicked.
“Please, please,” she begged.
“Please what, Kira?”
She screamed with her lust.
“Please. Please allow me to come, Master,” she pleaded, as she tensed from the exertion of holding herself back.
Good girl. She panted with want, her finger gripping her nipples, her chest rising and falling with her rampant passion.
I grinned.
I surged forward, my tongue and lips suckling her clit without mercy. She came once, twice, and then a third time in my mouth. I was ruthless, forcing her to come again and again, her screams of ecstasy echoing off the walls. Her eyes rolled, her nipples tightened harder than I’d ever seen them, and her hips bucked as her cunt squirted against my chin.
By the time I allowed her a breath and a moment to relax, she was a quivering mess of satisfied human female. I was pleased.
“Now thank me, Kira,” I said firmly.
Her eyes met mine, feisty still, but her lips curled with pleasure. Her gaze dropped, and I knew I had won.
“Thank you, Master,” she whispered, the hoarseness of her voice revealing her exhaustion. Using a soft cloth, I wiped the remnants of her pleasure from her pussy and thighs, feeling her tremble beneath my touch. Her response made me want to fuck her again.
By the time I was finished, she was fast asleep on the bed. I covered her with a blanket and watched her for a moment to ensure she was no longer awake.
Ten minutes later, when I was confident in the steady rise and fall of her chest, I left the room and saw Aedan waiting in the front room.
I nodded to him and he smirked.
“She’s sleeping now, but you should be there when she wakes,” I said.
He rose and rolled his shoulders. He cracked his knuckles and smirked.
“You sure she’s ready for it?”
“Yes,” I replied.
“Good,” he said, an evil grin emerging at the corner of his lips.
Chapter Nine
Aedan
The sounds that Kira had made when Zaavyr had taken her mouth had me hard as iron. I knew the role I had to play, knew I had to be the bad cop, the one that she was afraid of, but that didn’t make it any easier.
I wanted to take her in my arms, protect her from all the bad that had taken place in her life and make it all go away.
I had a job to do though. I was Vakarran and she was human. Humans were weak, and she would do well to remember that. Our species was infinitely stronger in both mind and body, but I’d never seen anything like Kira’s strength of mind. Even though she was human, I respected her.
But that didn’t mean she could get away with it.
In our world, humans were slaves. She was our breeder, a womb to grow and deliver our offspring. That meant she had to be trained and broken to our will.
They all broke. Eventually.
Between me and my comrades, she didn’t stand a chance.
I walked into the bedroom and saw her sleeping on the bed. I entered silently and sat down on my bed, across the room from her. I’d wait.
She’d need her rest for what I was about to do to her.
She rolled, and I saw the purple gem of the plug stuffed in her ass peek out and sparkle at me. I grinned. I was looking forward to stealing the virginity of that naughty little hole.
She slept for a good hour before she stirred.
She squeaked as she yawned, her hands dipping between her legs when she touched herself. I watched, but she didn’t see me as her eyes stayed closed.
With a soft whimper, she drew her hands away and slowly blinked, staring up at the ceiling. I saw her body jolt slightly and I knew what she was thinking before she reacted.
Zaavyr had left her out of the cage and left the room. She thought she was alone.
She bolted up into a seated position before I cleared my throat. She stilled, and her head tore toward me, her gaze shocked at my presence.
I saw it then. Fear.
Ever since that night when my hand had clamped around her throat, she had been afraid. And now she was alone in the room with me.
And neither Coltan nor the other men were there to save her.
Her breasts rose and fell as her breath caught in her throat.
Her arms wound around her chest in a protective gesture.
“Aedan,” she breathed.
“Hello, Kira,” I began. I rose to my feet and she cowered back, just a hair, for only a moment. Then as if remembering herself, she lifted her chin in defiance and her gaze hardened. She was preparing for whatever I was about to do to her.
Good. It would be easier on her if she would.
“It’s my turn to take part in your training,” I said as I sat down beside her. She shrank back from me, not only anxious but wary.
“Coltan helped prepare you for me,” I continued, and she stilled.
“What do you mean?” she asked breathlessly.
“I’m going to fuck that pretty virgin asshole of yours. And before I’m through, you’re going to beg me for it,” I answered, and she trembled visibly. Gently, I reached for her, cupping her chin and she remained still. Beautiful. Courageous. Strong.
She was preparing herself for me. I could see her spirit flashing in her eyes as the seconds ticked by. Kira was brave.
A lifetime of hiding and fighting had turned her into a warrior. I respected that, but that didn’t change what I had to do.
I was going to enjoy cracking that tough-as-nails shell of hers. I knew it wouldn’t do to hurt her. I’d have to embrace the darkness and burrow underneath her skin, deep into her soul.
I’d become the beast I needed to be.
I was silent as I stood up from the bed, taking her upper arm in my fingers, pulling her up with me. She rose reluctantly, wary of my touch yet undaunted by it.
I knew what she expected. To be slapped or beaten. No. I wouldn’t do that. She deserved to be treated better than a common slave. Kira was a prize, worthy of the time and effort it took to conquer her completely.
I moved her away from the bed, so that I had room to circle around her body. Her head turned to watch me as I planned my next move.
My eyes flicked up to a series of O-ring hooks that descended from the ceiling. I grinned as a plan formulated into my head.
Kira was going to be my centerpiece.
I snapped my fingers and the O-rings responded to my command and came down slowly, to a level where I could reach them. Then, I retrieved a few bundles of black rope from an armoire off to the side of our bedroom.
I noticed then that Kira faltered just a little, but I didn’t pause for a second. She watched me gather my tools and I saw her tremble as realization dawned over her.
I was going to hang her from the ceiling. She was going to be my showpiece, but that wasn’t all. Once she was in the air, I was going show her she had no way to deny me what I really wanted.
Her tight little asshole gripping my cock.
I placed her arms behind her back, having her grip her wrists on either side with her hands. I needed to ensure that once she was in the air she would be comfortable, because she was going to be there a while. I wound rope around her torso and threaded one end through the nearest ring.
I then had her lie on her back, where I forced her knees open and spread her legs wide. I bent them so that her calves pressed against the backs of her thighs and wound the rope around her so that she couldn’t straighten her legs.
Once I had her in the position I wanted, I took a few more bundles of rope and wound them around the O-rings. I fed them through a few strategic places in my ties and finally, when I was ready, hoisted her up by gripping all the ropes at once.
She whimpered at first as soon as she took to the air, but I had tied her in such a manner that her weight was spread across all of the ropes, and that she would be comfortable for a good long while.
Her body was a masterpiece. She hung i
n a seated position, her breasts jutting out and her knees spread, her heels touching her ass, giving me the most delectable view of her soaking wet cunt. I hadn’t hoisted her overly high, just to my hip level and I grinned in anticipation of what was to come next.
The ropes had a certain sense of unsteadiness, but I had known that from the start. I saw her struggle and test the bonds, but as soon as she did, it threw her off balance. It would make fighting what I had planned especially difficult.
Her eyes shot daggers toward me once she realized this.
“Kira. You like this, don’t you,” I questioned, watching as a drop of her arousal rolled down her thigh.
“No,” she answered, too quickly, her face all too red.
I chuckled, not glorifying her lie with a response. Instead, I retrieved an implement from my dresser. A crop, with an oversized leather piece at its end.
Without a word, I approached her and flicked it down, the leather slapping the folds of her pussy with a resounding crack.
“Lie to me again, and I’ll punish this pussy until I see tears trickle down those cheeks of yours,” I warned, and she whimpered, her eyes blinking as the shock of what I had done took over her senses.
Her legs jerked, trying to close, but the ropes held her open, keeping her cunt on display for any punishment I deemed necessary. I could see her needy clit emerge from its hood as her cunt clenched with want.
I smacked her pussy once more with my crop.
She cried out and her head flew back, the only part of her that had relatively free range of motion. Her entire body shuddered, her hips bucking slightly toward me. Reaching forward, I touched her, and she started.
“Look at this naughty cunt. Sopping wet. I think you like when I punish you,” I pressed, and her cheeks flamed red. She nervously shook her head.
Closer now, I slapped her pussy with my palm, the wet sound echoing around us.
Moaning with her shame, she tried to hide her face, but there was no escaping me.
“Such a dirty wicked human, look at how wet you are. You want me to fuck you,” I whispered into her ear. “I bet as soon as I touch your tight little asshole, you’re going to want to come.”
I could feel the heat of her flesh against my palm. I traced my thumb up and over her clit and she trembled for me.
“I won’t,” she protested, but weakly.
“You will.”
I left her hanging then and grabbed a strip of black cloth. Winding it around her head, I took away her sense of sight. Now, I’d have to read her body closely, and listen to the sounds emerging from her soft pink lips.
She gasped, her breath quickening.
I leaned in and kissed her, claiming her, right there and then. She molded her mouth to meet mine and I dragged my teeth across the edge of her lower lip. She moaned softly, and my dick jumped with excitement.
I reached underneath her and touched the purple gem of the plug inserted inside her body. She pulled away, her sigh telling me she was anxious, but also incredibly aroused.
“I’m not going to take you here today, Kira,” I explained, as I took my forefinger and pressed it into her slick and hungry pussy.
She whimpered in protest, her hips humping my hand.
Already, she was close to orgasm. I shook my head and pulled away. Moving behind her, I gripped the plug and slowly pulled it out, stretching her once again and preparing her for punishment. She yelped and whined, but I didn’t stop.
Nor did she beg me to.
When I’d completely removed the plug, her tightness clenched. Placing it on a nearby table, I took a bottle of lubricant and spread it liberally over her asshole. Her cheeks clenched with defiance, but I ignored it.
My thumb slipped inside her with surprising ease.
She was ready.
I left my digit where it was, reaching around and pinching her clit between my other fingers. She groaned, low and heavy with need.
Oh, she was turned on alright.
I brought her to the edge, one time after another, as I worked my thumb in and out of her ass. She moaned low in her throat and I knew then that she was close, almost there, almost ready to take me.
I freed my cock from the confines of my slacks and slathered it with lube. I then took my thumb from her asshole, which elicited a disappointed whimper from her, and I took the head of my cock and just held it there, just touching her tight rim.
I could feel her stiffen with nervousness.
Since it was her very first time, I kept my cock its usual size, which was rather sizable especially when compared to a human one. I’d enlarge it once I was inside, using it to truly punish her and teach her who was in charge once and for all.
“Admit it, Kira. You want me to fuck your ass, don’t you,” I growled, and her hips rocked toward my hand, begging me to touch her, to fill her. I knew her nipples were hard, and her skin was flushed. Her fingers gripped her wrists, her knuckles white with the effort to hold back her release. To deny what she really wanted.
“It’s so humiliating. It must be wrong,” she whispered breathlessly.
“Naughty human. That isn’t the answer to my question, is it. Avoid it again, and I’ll bring my comrades in to watch me take this virgin hole of yours for the very first time,” I scolded, and she trembled in my arms.
I pushed the head of my cock against her tightness a bit harder and she whimpered. Teasing her, edging her, torturing her with my touch.
By the time she was finally ready, she was shaking with need, her orgasm fractions of a second away if I continued playing with her flesh.
“You like it when I punish you. When I take what’s mine,” I pressed.
“Yes,” she pleaded, mindless with her desire for more.
“Do you want it, Kira?”
“I want it,” she whispered, her tone full of humiliation and shame, but obvious desire. Leaning back, she pressed her cheek against mine and I could feel her heat.
Wanting. Begging me to claim her.
I surged forward, my cock stretching her virgin asshole for the very first time. I pinched her clit hard and I felt her shatter completely in my arms. She cried out with pain, pleasure, and lust, her eyes rolling as I took her.
I wasn’t gentle or kind, it wasn’t in my nature. I liked it rough and by the way her body reacted, so did she. I took her asshole with my dick until my balls pounded against the curves of her backside, and still, she begged for more.
Writhing in my arms, she came once and then twice, and I reveled in the feeling of her tight channel gripping my shaft. Filling her felt like a drug, one I could easily find myself using again and again.
I decided to up the ante.
I relaxed my blood flow, allowing my cock to grow bigger, my girth stretching her, my length taking more and more of her depths. Her whimpers sounded slightly panicked for a moment before she allowed herself to relax.
“Take it, Kira. You know you need it,” I said, and she cried out with lust.
“Oh, God. Please. Yes,” she screamed.
I fucked her ass even harder, rougher and her hips bucked, as I rolled her clit between my thumb and forefinger. She tensed, her muscles trembling and screamed her release so loud it echoed.
Her sounds desperate, I allowed myself to enjoy every last second, holding back until she came several times.
Fuck, she felt so good. So tight.
When her signs of exhaustion began to show, I permitted myself to fully enjoy her body. My own thighs trembled with pleasure and I roared as I came inside her depths. I felt her orgasm one last time and I could tell it broke her apart into a million pieces.
Gently, I pulled out from her and cleaned myself with a nearby rag. I took a soft towel and glided it along her cunt, wiping away the remnants of the handful of orgasms she’d had hanging in my rope.
My own personal human toy. My centerpiece.
This time, I was kind and wiped my cum from her skin as it dripped from her asshole. She hung limply in the rope, exha
usted but utterly satisfied.
I left her there for a moment and found the rest of my mates waiting in the sitting room nearby.
“She’s ready now,” I said softly and the three of them grinned with anticipation.
The four of us walked back into the bedroom and she lifted her head, her face flushed and her eyes glazed with residual pleasure. She wouldn’t meet our eyes, embarrassed by her reaction to my mastery of her body.
Her shame was complete.
Chapter Ten
Kira
All four of them stared at me. Seductive. Powerful. Exceedingly masculine. Much more than I had ever imagined. I hung there, like a human chandelier, as they observed me, took in the state of my throbbing pussy, my freshly fucked ass and there was nothing I could do to hide the utter betrayal of my body.
Aedan had been right. I’d wanted it all.
I should be humiliated, ashamed of how I reacted to my virgin asshole being claimed for the very first time, but my body hummed from the aftershocks of pleasure still cascading up and down my skin. I wanted to hate it. But I’d liked it. In fact, I had loved it.
And every single one of them knew that.
And I knew that they knew it too.
Without knowing why, I felt a tear escape out of the corner of my eye. Once one fell, another followed in its wake until an ocean flowed down my cheeks. All four Vakarrans sprang into action then, their large bodies a blur of movement and concern. Knives appeared as they cut me down in moments, the rope releasing me as it sprang away from my skin. Kneeling down on the floor, they surrounded me, held me in their arms, and rocked me back and forth.
I knew not who touched me where, but I didn’t care.
It was all over, wasn’t it? Everything I had worked for in my life, keeping my humans safe from the Vakarrans, protecting my family, fighting for our freedom. All for nothing.
With all four of them watching my every waking step, I was never going to get out of here, was I? I’d always been strong, swallowed my emotions for the good of the others, but being shared between these men was doing something to my insides, thawing my reluctant heart in the process.
