by Calista Skye
I try to scramble away from him, but he grabs my ankle and pulls me back.
"You are ready for this," he states and holds the tip of his cock out to me. "Every adult female of the standard configuration has room for it. It will just stretch you a little. This is punishment, not pleasure."
Of course, his cock is a monster, too. Long and thick and alien. It has ridges and spirals and round little protrusions along the shaft. I've seen adult toys with some of these features. But never one with all of them.
He spreads my legs. "Ordinary discipline doesn't work on you. Then we must progress to this."
His eyes sparkle more than ever.
I squirm a little, more to appease myself than to get away. I don't actually want to get away.
He places the head of his alien cock right at my entrance, sliding it up and down my slit to lubricate it with my juices. Judging from the squelching sound, there's a lot of juice there.
Then he pushes, and my cunt does the only thing it wants, and draws him in as my outer lips wrap around his heat.
He keeps his cock just past my entrance, and the anticipation is building in me. Any moment now he will thrust and penetrate me.
He fixes me with his sensational eyes, spellbinding me. "My people are masters of disciplining young women. This is how we do it when a willful and obstinate female doesn't respond to a simple spanking. Then she's spread open and fucked, as many times as necessary. Some of them misbehave on purpose, of course. Much like you. And now you'll feel the consequences."
My breathing is fast and shallow. I'm scared. Scared that being impaled on his massive cock might hurt. Scared that he'll split me open. Scared that I can't get away.
Scared that I just might like it.
What I really should do is fight him, of course. I should hiss and spit and claw and bite. I should kick and punch. But my body betrays me. It reacts with passivity and expectation. It responds to this dominant male who is about to take what he wants. It responds with wetness and swelling and heat and arousal.
It wants this.
I still have an ounce of defiance in me. I place both my feet on his chest, ready to push him away. But I don't actually push.
"It'll tear me open," I whimper.
"No," he says. "It will fit you perfectly. And yet you will find it a punishment that’s difficult to handle."
Still he stays there, with only the head of his alien cock halfway inside me, piercing me with his eyes instead of his rock-hard rod.
My pussy clenches by itself, trying to pull it in, confused that it's not being penetrated. I can feel the tightness at my entrance loosening around the throbbing cock.
Still he stays there. What is he waiting for?
His face has a small, alien smirk on it.
And in a flash I get it.
I have to open myself for him.
I have to participate in this. I have to actively take part in my own punishment fucking. That's what he's waiting for.
And he knows I'll comply. I am betrayed by my body and by my own lust. I don't have the self-control to deny myself this.
I take a deep breath and meet his piercing gaze. Then I take my feet off his chest, spread my thighs as much as I can and pull them back, grabbing my feet with my hands, opening me completely to my disciplinarian.
A satisfied little smile plays on his lips. Then he thrusts.
With unstoppable slowness, he impales my sex on his sensational manhood. It slides in easily, only leaving a slight burning sensation where my female flesh has to stretch to make way for the alien invader. My body has to conform, to adjust. Because that cock will not adjust to anything. It's a taker, not a giver. So my sex has to give. I have never had anything nearly this big inside me before.
He calmly pushes into me. It's a display of power and control and dominance that leaves me breathless. The sex I've had before was not like this. At all.
The strange features along his shaft do unusual things to my insides. They stretch and soothe and massage the tunnel, sending confused and cautiously optimistic signals to my stomach and my spine. This just might get really good.
Wasn't this supposed to be punishment? Isn't it meant to be discipline?
His eyes sparkle at me as he bottoms out, and my eyes fly open. His face is just unspeakably beautiful. And now his cock is filling me totally, stretching me a little and spreading its heat through my nether regions.
He stays there. He's not in a hurry. He's going to fuck me so thoroughly, he wants to make sure my sex adjusts to him. He wants to make sure I feel his dominance in every part of me. He said his cock would fit me perfectly. Right now, I see what he means.
He pulls out, still going slowly. The alien ridges and bulbs feel weird, but in a good way, in a this-is-new-but-I-think-it-just-might-be-better way.
He pulls out so far that I open my mouth to protest, but then I realize that he can't pull all the way out. The head of his cock is now too big to slide out. It can't get past the opening. It must have swelled.
He pushes into me again, faster now. It slides easily once more, but now my tunnel is ready for him, and the burning sensation is gone. Or maybe it's still there, but it gets completely overwhelmed by the pleasant sensations. As in, insanely, crazily good. Those features on his cock — they have to move? Rotate, slide, pulsate? Because my pussy is sending me all kinds of party invitations. Something really good is going on down there. Usually getting fucked feels better around the opening, but now it's like dormant nerve endings deep inside me are being woken up and are frantically telling me that something wonderful is happening, all the way to my center.
I'm not supposed to enjoy this. It's meant as punishment, and it's given to me by an alien invader, a total stranger, an overbearing asshole with some weird ideas about females. But I can feel something big building up. He's forcing my pussy to love it. And where my cunt goes, I pretty much have to follow.
Life on Mars is hard as fuck. The cold, the dust, the lack of comforts. This is the most pleasure I've had since I came here. Can't I just enjoy it?
He stops all the way inside me. I meet his hard gaze. Why is he stopping?
Then I gasp as his cock changes and becomes hard and prickly, as if it has turned into an iron rod with hard bristles. The newly awakened nerve endings are now giving me pain. Not too much, but enough. I cry out in alarm.
"That is punishment," he says. "You can choose how to be fucked. I can fuck you like that, and you won't enjoy it. Or I can fuck you like this, and it will be slightly less bad." His cock goes back to the way it was, nice and soothing, and immediately the pain is gone and my pussy is happy again.
"Like that," I moan. "Not the hard one."
"Then apologize."
I have no choice. Now, having felt the good way he can fuck me, I can't handle that pain. Damn, he’s good.
"I'm sorry."
He frowns. "Is that what counts as an apology among your people?"
"Yes," I whimper.
"But not among mine. You have to do better."
His cock turns hard and bristly again.
"I'm very sorry for swearing at you," I say quickly. "Please forgive me."
"Will you do it again?"
"No, no. I won't."
"We'll see," he grunts, and his cock goes nice and smooth again. "You're a difficult case. You're only getting wetter from this discipline session, you shameless female."
He fucks me again, and the return of the pleasure makes me whimper. The squelching noises are really loud now, as my tight hole is stretched like a rubber band around this huge invasion of alien force.
His cock is doing the same to my sex that he is doing to the rest of me — punishing, rewarding, dominating. Possessing.
9
- Brox -
Her whimpers increase in pitch. Surely she's not about to climax?
I'm puzzled. I'm fucking her pretty hard. This is supposed to be discipline, after all. And yet she appears to enjoy it a great deal. I've known fe
males who would be in tears by now, begging for the punishment to end. Females of my own species, even, much larger and more robust than this little slip of a girl.
When did she last birth a litter of her pups? For that matter, when did she last mate?
The thought of any other cock than mine inside her makes me furious. Nobody else will have this. Nobody. She is only mine.
Mine!
The fury makes my balls boil with the need to release inside her, to take ownership of her.
But I wonder what is happening. My cock slides in and out, held inside by the knot that appears and that is supposed to prevent the female from escaping her mating. I'm not holding back. She's getting punished. And still, from her noises, I would think that she's only a second away from orgasm.
"Yeeahhhhhh!" She bucks and jerks and screams, arching her back and laying her head back, exposing her white throat to me in a way that the primal predator in me recognizes with an internal growl. She’s lifting herself to receive this, a primal urge to be sprayed full of manly juices.
The increased wetness in her slit is unnecessary confirmation.
She's coming.
During punishment! Is this another brand of her insolence? Is she doing this to mock me?
I can't hold back. With a roar of fury and victory, I fuck her with hard, punishing strokes until the heat fills my pelvic region, and with a mighty roar I release a hard stream of my noble seed.
But I'm surprised at the speed and strength of my climax, and some of it is sprayed deep inside her before I can pull out and direct the spray onto her stomach and face.
It's a lot. It's been a while for me. This crucial competition has kept me away from my homeworld for a long time, away from the pleasure dens and the women who all fight to be in my harem. After I establish one. Still, the amount of juice surprises me.
Althea is still writhing and twisting, and now her front is covered with my hot, fertile juices like some kind of pastry, topped with a white glazing. Her sex is dripping with her own juices as well as mine. The smell of sex and mixed juices is heady and musky. It makes my head spin, and my cock is still only fractionally softer than during the fucking.
In this moment of post-release clarity, I marvel that her tiny body was able to accommodate my rod. Not easily, but still. And she didn’t even scream when I had it turn to full punishment mode. I’ve known females of my own kind who would have whimpered more than she did. She’s tough. And remarkably well suited for my cock.
In a flash, I see myself keeping her. As a pure pleasure female. Chained and kept out of the way, except for when I want to use her.
I’m aware that I’m having those thoughts about a female not of my own kind. That has never happened before. She has an unbelievable effect on my lust.
10
- Althea -
He fucks me hard and fast. And his cock finds all the little spots in my sex, every little cell that is capable of giving me pleasure. It turns out that there are a lot of them in me, from my opening and all the way inside me. They’re all being woken up and slapped around, then tickled and soothed just right while having gold dust sprinkled on them. And every little point of pleasure just can’t wait to report its endless joy to my clit.
I have no choice in this. He’s forcing the climax from me. And when I open my eyes to look at that blue alien face over me, because I want his hard eyes to fuck my soul too, I know that he’s enjoying this as much as I am.
That’s all it takes to bring me over the edge. Liquid heat explodes in me, and I lose control. I buck and scream and whimper as the insane tingles shoot up my spine and out to my skin, turning every part of me to hot mush. My noises are primal wails and animal-like gasps, and I can hear them resonating from the walls of this flying saucer.
Then he comes inside me. I swear the force from the spray hitting my cervix pushes me an inch across the floor. For a moment, we’re roaring together in the most primitive stone-age moment I’d ever had. Then I continue coming while he takes his cock out and sprays me down with his juice.
It makes me want to taunt him. You’re done, but I’m still going. Nyah nyah.
No, it makes me want to thank him. He did this for me. He made me feel what actual sex can be.
I draw breath to say ‘thank you’. Then I change my mind. I’m not thanking this guy. Not yet.
My limbs tremble, and I’m reduced to whimpering as the aftershocks roll through me.
Then I’m just lying there, as relaxed and as high as if I’d been doing weed.
“What the hell is in your sperm?”
The knot at the end of his cock finally goes limp and he pulls out of me, slowly. My pussy misses him already.
He pierces me with those hard, twinkling eyes while he gets up. “Stay here.”
So of course I try to get up. This guy is too bossy for his own good.
But my knees won’t carry me, so I lie back and pretend like I was going to change my position.
11
- Brox -
She barely closes her legs, and my eyes are drawn to her pussy again. It’s swollen and dark red, and it drips with our shared fluids. The dark hair around the slit is almost unbearably erotic. As if trying to hide the charms, but not trying very hard. A constant tease. Her species must be quite extraordinarily active when it comes to reproduction. Which male could resist this?
My cock twitches again and starts stiffening once more. For a moment I consider going with the flow and taking her once more.
“You done with your procreation?” Bleep comes zipping, shining a neutral blue. “I’m just guessing based on the sounds. For all I know, you’re still in the middle of it.”
I pull my pants on again. “What is it?”
“Oh, a few things have happened since you started breeding this thing.”
“I’m not breeding her. Different species. This will never result in offspring.”
Bleep zooms around Althea, and the newly fucked female swats at her as she would at an insect.
“Good for her. I mean, her pussy looks big now. But trying to squeeze one of your whelps through there… ouch. I’m just guessing, of course.”
I reach up and press my palms onto the ceiling, then stretch my whole body so the metal creaks. “What has happened?”
Bleep comes to a rest on a console. “First, the Glup have been in touch. They want the Trophy.”
I stare at the little drone for three seconds. Then I laugh, making the whole ship vibrate and causing Althea to press her hands to her ears.
“I’m sure they do,” I chuckle. “I’m sure they really want it. But it’s a little too late. We won.”
“We did,” Bleep agrees. “And yet, when I look at the Trophy marker, it’s still registering as a ‘Pending’.”
I walk over to Althea in two long strides, and she yelps and tries to crawl away. I take hold of the marker around her neck and examine it. It was red, but now it’s back to flashing in orange.
“Zohiq!” I yell with feeling, but cursing rarely helps. “They’re cheating! I’ll kill that referee!”
“That’s not what they tell me,” Bleep says after a brief pause to communicate soundlessly with someone else in her mysterious way. “Yeah, they definitely agree that we won. And the referee has logged an official Win for us. I’ve checked with the records. We really won. And still, they want the Trophy.”
I frown. “What good would that do them?”
She’s communicating again. “They can’t win this Match. The Pending on the marker just means the marker has been reset for the next Match of the Competition.”
“Perhaps the next Trophy will also be a human female,” I speculate. “And they want to see a real one. Get experience with one. Take her apart to see how she works and how they can easier find the next one.”
“Nobody knows what the Trophy will be for the next Match,” Bleep reminds me. “It’s never been the same thing twice in a row. Or just twice.”
I gaze at Althea, still lyin
g on the floor in the most enticing bundle of flesh I have seen. Her behind is still a most fetching shade of pink after her spanking. What’s going on here?
She peers back at me, waking up from her sex-induced, trance-like state. “What?”
“Why do the Glup want you?”
She sits up. “What wants me?”
“The Glup want you.”
“The what?”
I scratch my chin. She can have little value to the Glup as a pleasure slave. They don’t use those. A breeder, then? They don’t breed.
“Do they want to sell her on? Is that it?” I suggest.
“It is possible,” Bleep replies. “But how much does the average pleasure girl go for these days? A million? Nothing to get them interested. They won’t move an antenna for less than a billion. And even then, contacting us during a Competition run would be pretty weird.”
Althea gets to her feet and finally covers herself with her hands. “You two are talking about me, I can tell. Hey, I haven’t been able to shave for months. Water is pretty scarce up here, you know. And nobody’s getting any action here on Mars, anyway.”
I ponder her naked form. So round, so small, so delicate. So perfect. Even the fur on her head has a charm that’s growing on me. There’s a decadent luxuriousness to her that I don’t think I’ve ever come across before.
Mine!
The primitive part of me has a very clear opinion of her. But my rational being has to be in charge. I can’t have my mind muddled by the urge to ravish her. Again and again and again…
“They think having her will give them an advantage in the nest leg of the Competition,” I conclude. “Nothing else matters to them.”
“Only a huge amount of money would matter to them,” Bleep agrees. “And the first prize in this Competition is hard to beat when it comes to that.”
“What’s going on?” Althea demands. “What are you talking about?”
“Should we sell her to them?” I ask in my own language.
“We do need funds,” Bleep says. “We’ve been burning through our budget faster than I’d expected. We’d only release her, anyway. Might as well get rid of her and get paid for it.”
