His scent surrounded me, that marvelous spicy cinnamon scent of the aroused Kalquorian male, as well as the clean musk of his skin. I breathed it deep into my lungs, wanting to absorb everything about him. His aroma made me clench. He was too amazing.
“A little faster,” he said. His tone was lazy, offhand, but again the thread of command could not be missed. I was more than happy to obey. Riding him quicker, with a more power, brought my libido to an eager simmer.
He continued to lie still beneath me, but for him stroking the sides of my clit, which left me cross-eyed with arousal. He watched our joining, his sexes relinquished and re-absorbed by me. His easy smile began to show tension, his jaw tightening. I was getting to him at last. He was beginning to suffer as much as me.
“More.” When the order came, it was voiced in a breathless tone.
Passion roiled. Had Aslada brushed over the tip of my clit, I would have detonated. As his features clenched with effort and tendons began to stand out, he kept the play careful, not letting me come.
“Fast. Hard, little girl,” he finally muttered between clenched teeth. “Fuck me.”
He didn’t have to say it twice. I took him with all I had, my breasts bouncing violently with the effort. I was boiling, so close to climax. I could feel orgasm’s claws skimming over me, not quite able to dig in. I was desperate for it, begging Aslada to help me come in a voice that got louder and more frantic with each plunge I took.
He groaned at long last. His thumb swiped over my engorged clit, and I froze in mid-thrust. Then I was flying, pistoning over him as at last orgasm burst the barriers, overflowing in a constant expulsion of sensation. During the tide of rapture, Aslada bellowed. His hips came up off the floor, bearing my weight upward as he let go.
We rocked and moaned together as pleasure had its way with us. I collapsed over him, quivering with the relief of release. His cocks continued to jerk in the aftermath while he stroked my back and ass and kissed me into sense.
When my breath had slowed and I sighed happy sounds, he gently pushed me off. I felt empty with him gone. My glad noises became pouty ones, and he laughed. “You have two other men to enjoy,” he reminded me.
Oh yeah. Happy sounds recommenced as a grinning and gloriously naked Jaon crawled forward. Then cut off with a startled yip as he moved me faster than I could think. All at once I was flat on my back on the pillowy comforter.
The big Nobek wasn’t finished with putting me in the position he wanted. A veined hand reached beneath the log behind my head, the same Aslada had leaned against as we’d loved. The log rolled slightly, showing the metal anchor attached to it, and the chain attached to the anchor. At the end of the chain, a manacle. Quicker than quick, my wrist was circled by the cuff, and the other arm followed suit. I was shackled to the log.
Humming a tune too merry to go with the dangerous expression he wore, Jaon grabbed my ankles and pulled me down the comforter until my arms stretched over my head. Then he manacled my ankles to the other log, imprisoning me so that my legs were spread wide apart. That done, he knelt and leered at my vulnerable body.
I struggled against the bonds, the Nobek’s calculating stare making me nervous. I felt safe with him, but when a man as ferocious-looking as Jaon has you at his mercy and stares as if he’d as soon eat as ravish you, it gets the heart racing. I couldn’t help but squirm under that feral regard.
“Why so anxious?” he asked, his voice low and knowing. “What could a girl in your position fear from me? Or is it more excitement than fear?”
He cupped my pussy, massaging the tender flesh insistently. I drew a loud breath, and my hips jerked in response. With an evil laugh, he rubbed the folds and clit. Warm arousal cascaded through me, awakening to his touch. It was almost too much sensation after sex with Aslada, but I had no way of denying Jaon anything.
“Where is it?” he asked softly, concentrating his efforts on my clit. It was swelling again, eager to show off to him. “Come out, come out, little bit.” His singsong should have been ridiculous from such a fearsome creature, but Jaon made it sound deliciously threatening.
He trapped the nub between his thumbs, much as Aslada had done. With the slightest of pressure, he pushed the hood back, exposing the most tender part of me.
When he bent low over my sex, his lips parted, I had to resist. I jerked in the shackles, my breathless cries of, “No, no, don’t, please, I can’t,” tumbling all over each other. There was no help for me.
First his breath, hot and exquisite, wafted against my clit. My hair rose at the profound sensation. Then the tip of his tongue descended towards the bared nub. Stretched. Touched with the slightest of pressure.
Searing pleasure knifed through me, turning my surroundings bright white for an instant. I’d never been so close to coming without actually doing so. My shriek echoed, reminding me we were in a closed room rather than the hilltop that the vids fooled my eyes with.
I stared into the Nobek’s primitive face. He looked damned pleased with himself. “What an eager pussy you have,” he said. “So willing to welcome my cock. I do not dare disappoint it.”
He crawled over me, his carved body eclipsing the pretend sky over us. I quaked to be shadowed by him, this colossus of muscle and will. He would have me. If the thought had occurred to stop him, I’d have no chance of doing so.
Jaon positioned himself between my legs, finding me open for his use. He speared my cunt and ass, gliding in with ease. I contracted around the invaders, seeking to pull them in deeper, devouring him as if starved.
“That’s right,” he groaned, his eyes closing as he enjoyed my reaction. “You enjoy being restrained for me. Cuffed so that your body is open. I can lick that pussy all day long if I want to. I can spank it, and you can’t stop me. I can fuck it over and over, making you come until your throat is raw from screaming my name.”
Everything he said made me more aware than ever of my wonderful helplessness, of him filling me, of his weight on top of me. Had I ever felt a man more than at that instant? I couldn’t remember.
His gaze was on me again, pinning me as surely as the cuffs on my wrists and ankles. “You’re the slickest satin around me. Pulling on me, but so very gently. You beg me to fuck you without saying a word.”
He massaged my breasts with a rough hand, pausing to pinch so I writhed beneath him. “That’s it, sweet girl. Mine to play with. Mine to enjoy. All this is mine, not yours. Your tits, your pussy, your clit, your tight ass. Mine.”
He reached between us to tease my clit, making my heart thunder. I squirmed, wanting desperately to climax. Little surges convulsed me around his shafts, begging him for mercy. I feared it too, thinking I must shatter into pieces too small to be fit together again.
“Wait,” I whimpered. “I can’t.”
“You will,” he growled, animal lust sparking in his eyes.
He began thrusting. One moment hard and fast, demanding my surrender until I was on the point of dissolving. Then slower, taking me from that breathless second that came just before the final fall into exaltation. He shifted in minute but targeted ways, pushing against that inner bit that melted me, grinding against my throbbing clit. He mauled my breasts all the while, caressing and swatting and pinching. I was a maelstrom of sensations, unable to catalog any single exciting feeling. It all ran together in a hailstorm of maddening rapture.
He left off my breasts, giving sanity a temporary reprieve. Not for long. He reached between us. His fingers found my clit, dancing over it.
The blast detonated from that point, making me strain against the shackles that held me. My screams pealed, in perfect rhythm with the explosions rocketing through me. My womanhood pulled on Jaon’s primary, demanding he join me in the cataclysm.
After a few more strokes, he did. His bellow joined my cries, the sound that of mingled victory and surrender. We throbbed in tandem until we orgasmed as a single being. We strained together, our bodies refusing to ease until the last pulse of passion had passed.
Then we crumpled, though Jaon did manage to keep most of his weight on his arms so as not to crush me beneath him.
Whew. What a ride.
I was as sad for Jaon moving away as I had been for Aslada. I felt so empty. Happily, I had another ready and willing playmate. Fortunately for my well-being, the doctor was in.
Meyso surprised me by uncuffing me. He helped me sit up and tipped a water pouch into my mouth. I drank greedily. I’d had a heck of a workout.
He rubbed my ankles and wrists. “Are you all right?” he asked, ever the conscientious physician.
“Oh, I’m fantastic,” I purred, grinning at Aslada and Jaon who lounged nearby. They laughed and punched each other on the shoulders. Well, they deserved to be proud of themselves.
“I guess I have a lot to live up to then,” Meyso chuckled. “Let me know when you’re ready for more.”
He was dressed, the meanie. I do enjoy looking over that granite block body. At least his trousers were tented, giving me a nice reminder of what he had in store for me. I gulped the last of my water and stroked his crotch. “Ready, big man.”
His look went from sweet Imdiko doctor to a menace worthy of any Nobek. His eyes glittered with dark promise. “Good. All fours, precious pet.”
Sir, yes sir. I put myself in position in a hurry.
He shoved at the log I’d been manacled to, rolling it up so that it was behind my feet. “Spread wide. I’m putting the cuffs on you,” he said.
I had no problem with that. Restraints and I are good friends. I got a sense of comfort when the manacles closed over my ankles once more. Somehow being secured makes me secure. Isn’t that weird?
Meyso fussed with a strap lying near the comforter I crouched on. I noticed a few other items too, and my mouth went dry. He must have collected them when he retrieved the water for me.
He chuckled at the look on my face as he rolled up the end of the comforter closest to my head, forming a kind of pillow. “Put your head down. I want your arms together and between your legs.”
I did as I was told, my pulse starting to race again. My cheek settled in the billowy thickness of the fabric. That part was comfortable, though from what I’d seen, comfort would be in short supply soon.
Meyso looped my wrists together, drawing my arms straight between my legs. “Too tight? Circulation okay?” he asked, wiggling a finger between my skin and the soft tether.
“I’m okay,” I said in a weak voice. For the moment until he really started on me. Though even the thought of that made my sex warm. My wide open, exposed cunt. Good night, he had me on full, wanton display.
I was balanced on knees, shoulders, and head, and hogtied. The Imdiko confirmed that. “I’ve secured the other end of the strap to the log behind you. Now you’re my toy, with that cute ass in the air where I can enjoy it.” He sounded pleased with himself. “Now this.”
From his pile of goodies, he plucked a gag with a ball to bite into. I trembled but accepted it without him having to tell me to open my mouth. Things were getting intense.
“Yell twice if you need to stop for any reason,” he told me. I noticed Meyso’s breathing had quickened. He was as excited as I was, though probably not as nervous. I jerked a nod to show him I understood.
“Good girl.” He stroked my hair, back, and rear. Down to my sex, to spread the wetness he found there all over my trembling womanhood. Sliding it over my clit. Oh, sweet prophets. I was so powerless in this position, and I’d seen the other stuff he was planning to use on me.
Meyso tilted so we could look into each other’s eyes. His knowing smile filled me with equal parts thrill and dread. “So frightened and yet so eager. I can see it on your face, how you want what I’m about to give you while apprehensive at the same instant. It makes me drunk for you to give me such power. I will not fail you, lovely Shalia.”
He straightened and took another item from the pile. A long strip of midnight blue fabric. He carefully cradled my head to slip the material beneath, and tied it over my eyes, cutting off my sight. He was already in complete control of me, yet I was more vulnerable than ever.
He wasn’t done with asserting absolute rule.
“I’m putting ear plugs in next,” his cultured voice said. “Remember what to do if it becomes too much. Two loud shouts, and it stops.”
With that, a soft plug was inserted into one ear and then the other. I plunged into silent darkness, cut off from all but Meyso’s touch and my own heartbeat.
His hands stroking over me became the center of my world. There was nothing else. As the seconds – minutes? – passed, I clung to that bit that kept me anchored.
Then he was gone. His hands lifted from me, leaving me alone in the soundless void, where I couldn’t move, couldn’t hear, couldn’t see. I lay there, all alone.
Seconds crawled like hours. As they crept past ever so slowly, my nerves began to strain. Where was Meyso? Had he and the others left the room, with me tied and cuffed helpless to a log?
I thought about giving those screams that were supposed to free me from the emptiness. As time stopped and refused to move, to bring me to the moment when Meyso would touch me again, the need to escape grew stronger. It pressed inexorably against my psyche until only two thoughts kept me from calling out: the need to not disappoint Meyso and the fear that my cries would go unanswered. I wasn’t sure which terror was the worst.
When a warm hand caressed my butt cheek, I jerked with a muffled yelp. Not only did it startle me, but after all that lack, the gentle stroke was as powerful as a lightning strike. Relief flooded through me. Meyso was there. I hadn’t failed him.
My rear was gripped by smooth but strong hands that massaged the globes hard. I was reminded of my open stance, that my ass and pussy were exposed and defenseless. The mixture of fear and anticipation returned.
Fingers rubbed up and down my slit, smearing the telltale wetness that spoke of how much the kinky side of me enjoyed my situation. When one plunged into my cunt, I yelped again, biting into the gag between my teeth. The finger used me fast and hard, and my feet did their best to kick the comforter. The cuffs held them still however, underscoring yet again how helpless I was.
Then Meyso was gone again. When moments passed without it returning, tears stung my eyes. I did not want to be left alone.
Fortunately – well, depending on one’s view of what was yet to come – the abandonment didn’t last more than perhaps ten seconds. Once more, my buttocks were stroked, and I relaxed into the joy of contact.
It took only an instant to realize it wasn’t a hand patting me. This object was stiff, though there was some sense of give. I remembered the flat black handle poking out among the pile Meyso had gathered to use on me, the wider, thick rectangle of leather with holes it attached to. The Imdiko had his paddle out, ready to use on me.
I tensed. A hand rubbed my shoulder, offering some measure of comfort even as he reminded me of what was to come by continuing to stroke my rear with the paddle. I made myself soften, knowing that stiffened muscles would make the spanking hurt worse. He patted my shoulder, rewarding me for being good.
With a final squeeze, he was gone. I forced myself to breathe steady, my respiration all I could control in my situation. I concentrated on remaining lax.
With my senses cut off, I had no warning before the first swat splashed across my rear. A bright wash of pain pinpointed all my attention on my suddenly stinging ass. Heat flushed across the cheeks and pulsed into my flesh.
I whimpered against my gag and tried to return my attention to breathing. Another snap against my butt thwarted the attempt. Oh my gosh, with all my senses cut off, all I could think about was the whack of the paddle on my poor vulnerable backside.
Then a soft, questing sensation moved against my sex, stealing some of my focus from the throbbing. Some object – not a finger or cock – moved through my folds. It was slippery, lubed and ready. I guessed a dildo.
I guessed correctly. It settled itself against my entrance. Wit
h easy pressure, it slid inside, tucking within me. In and out it slipped, fucking me gently. I trembled in my bonds, in my dark and silent world.
It pushed deep inside, and a harder presence settled against my clit. I had no chance to try to figure out what was going on when the vibrations started, quivering my channel and clit. I sank into pleasure as the dildo shuddered in and against me.
I’d all but forgotten the warm ache of my spanked butt when the paddle renewed the hurt. It worked the mounds of flesh until it felt as if they glowed all over. Meyso didn’t miss an inch, spanking me thoroughly while the vibrator pulsated.
I could only lie there and take it, a maelstrom of sensation churning so that I couldn’t separate bliss from torment. Cut off from my senses, each stroke was profound, as was every tremble from the dildo. Arousal built slowly but surely, fed by hurt, excitement, and the void of most of my senses.
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