by Loki Renard
“You’re poison,” she hisses. “You’re star trash. They didn’t want you. We don’t want you either.”
I have no zap, but I have the righteous anger that comes with being bullied. I am tired of this. I have struggled against so much to be here, to find love with Zion. I have tried to fit in. I have put my pride aside and toiled in the dirt. But it’s not enough, because I’ve taken something from Tyna that was never hers to have.
“I told you to leave me alone.”
“I will never leave you alone,” she growls. “You can bow down, girl, or...
“Or you can go fuck yourself. Because Zion’s not going to fuck you.”
There is a gasp from the women who are now watching this exchange with interest. I don’t know how many of them are on Tyna’s side. I don’t know how many of them truly agree with her. All I know is that none of them dare disagree.
“Get hold of her,” Tyna says. “I’m going to have my fun with this little bitch before the boys get back.”
The huntresses put their carcass down and advance on me. There are far too many of them to fight, and I know I am about to suffer. Badly.
There’s one thing I can do. Wipe the smug smirk off Tyna’s face. Before the women grab me, I swing for her. I don’t expect to make contact, but I do, and hard enough that her head yields to my palm. I know she will make me pay for this, but it is worth it just for that small moment of triumph.
She throws herself at me, and unlike me, she does not use her open hand to attack. She starts beating me ferociously and it is all I can do to throw my hands up to my face to try to protect myself from her powerful rage.
“Stop! Enough!”
I hear not just Zion’s roar, but the sound of several men shouting at the top of their lungs. The patrol is back, and they are not happy. Tyna only has a minute to hurt me, but she makes the most of it and by the time she is pulled off me, I am sore and bruised and I taste blood.
Zion pulls me up and off to the side while Tyna struggles between several males.
He checks me over. “A few scratches,” he decides. “Not too bad for your first, and last fight,” he says. I can sense a certain tone of amusement, but not in a way he thinks is truly funny. There is something indulgent to it, as if I just got into a scrap on the playground at school.
“She shot me down,” I growl. “This is her fault. She never leaves me alone.”
“I heard you hit her first. Is that true?”
“Yeah.”
“Then you will be punished as she is. We do not tolerate aggression within the tribe and especially not between huntresses.”
Me? Punished? After what she did? I can’t believe it.
“I’m not a huntress! And...”
“No, but you’re as vicious as one.”
“She came up to me! She ganged up on me! I didn’t have a choice!”
Zion cocks his head and looks at me with that indulgent dubious look. “Oh, so you ran away and tried to find me.”
“Well, no, but...”
“So you were surrounded and there was no way out...”
“Uhm, no...”
“So she started a fight, and you joined in.”
“Well...”
“I know Tyna has made your life difficult. But I told you to stay away from her. That means staying away. Not hit her in the face when she tries to start something with you.”
“So she just gets to...”
“She doesn’t get to do anything. She is going to be punished. Seriously. As are you.”
“But...”
Zion gives me that steely blue gaze. “Tell me, Tselia. Did it feel good to hit her?”
“It felt so good,” I admit. There is little left to lie about now. I know what kind of trouble I am in. Deep.
“That’s why you’re going to be punished. I don’t want you getting a taste for fighting.”
“I’m not going to get a taste for it!”
“Owwwieee!” Someone else’s cry interrupts me. I turn around to see that Tyna is already being punished. Right out in the open. In the very center of the village, Tyna is being punished. There are two men taking care of her, one with a mane of red hair, the other with a shaved head. I expected to see her being lectured or perhaps whipped, but that is not the way of this village. They are pushing their cocks in and out of her, one in her mouth, the other in her pussy.
“Oh, my...” I take a breath as the one in her pussy pulls out and lands a hard slap on her rump. Seeing the bright red palm bloom on her bottom is deeply satisfying to me. “Oh, she deserves that.”
I watch, engrossed, as the two warriors make a meal of Tyna. They fuck her with punishing aggression, making her cry out. It might be pleasure. It might be pain. Whatever it is, it looks effective. If someone had done this to her in the first place, I might never have had to deal with her.
“We warned you, Tyna. You are not the village chief. You are a female. A huntress. You do not decide who lives and who dies. You do not decide who is a member of this village and who isn’t. You serve the village. You do not control it.”
A stern lecture is being given by a third male who seems to be overseeing the entire affair. I have not paid much attention to the other men in the village, but they are all impressive specimens.
I turn to Zion in confusion. “Why hasn’t this been done before? To her?”
“Tyna is an excellent huntress. She has never turned on anyone in the tribe before. She has never deserved punishment like this before. You’ve had quite an effect on her.”
“So I broke her? It’s my fault?”
“It’s not your fault. Not what she did. But what you did very much is.”
I can’t tear my eyes away from the scene in front of me. It is the first time I have seen Tyna looking in any way... well... feminine. She is vulnerable. She is beautiful. I wonder if that is how I look when Zion takes me. Does my entire body flush with pleasure as my toes curl? Does my head fall back as I make the most elegant arcs and shapes, shuddering beneath his lust?
“That is going to be you,” Zion says. “Once they’re done with her, I will take you to the center and I will deal with you as you deserve to be dealt with, my scrappy little star girl.”
“You’re not really angry at me, don’t do this!”
“I’m not angry,” he agrees. “But you have to fit in, my little star girl. And fighting with Tyna isn’t the way to do that.”
This is so unfair. She started all of it. I did nothing. I’ve tried to avoid her. I’ve tried to do as I’m told, but I’m not being welcomed here and I probably never will be.
“Don’t pout,” he says. “I warned you.”
“You brought me here. This is your fault.”
“My fault? How?”
I should take more care to notice the darkness in his tone, but I’m too busy trying to argue my way out of this.
“It just is!”
He shakes his head. “I was going to wait, but if this is your attitude, we can begin now.”
“What? No!”
“You caused as much trouble as she did. You will be fuck punished as well.”
“No!”
My refusal to be punished does not have any effect. Zion plucks me from the ground and carries me to the center of the ring. Tyna is a few feet away, but she is not interested in me, and soon I am no longer interested in her. It is my bottom over a large log, my skin about to turn red with a leather strap brought by one of the men. It is long and embossed and seems to have a ritual place, for all eyes go wide when they see it.
“Please...”
Zion shakes his head. There is no mercy in his eyes. “You were warned. You disobeyed.”
With that the first lash falls, a loud crack heralding a blazing pain. The leather lash bites across the very center of my cheeks, sending pure sensation shooting through my body. This isn’t fair. But it is happening anyway. I am being punished with Tyna just feet away from me—at least she is getting sex. I am getting nothing but t
he leather Zion wields, his big muscular arm bringing it down across my cheeks, which are swiftly bared thanks to the failure of my skirt. The damn thing falls off all the time.
“Owww! Zion! Please!”
“Take your punishment, star girl. Next time there is conflict, you will stay clear of it.”
“Zionnn!” I squeal his name as the lash lands again. It feels like liquid fire across my hindquarters. I hate these rules. I hate all rules, but especially the ones that mean I have to submit and run and... this is Tyna’s fault. That bitch exploding in what sounds like orgasm nearby is getting away with all this.
“Apologize,” he instructs me.
“For what? For someone else hating me!”
“You’re arguing,” he growls, bringing the lash down again.
Damn right I am arguing. I will argue to the end of time if it means disagreeing with this punishment.
“This is not just about you,” he rumbles. “This is about the unity of the tribe. We cannot have women fighting in our absence. We cannot have discord and disharmony. We must act as one.”
“She was acting as one. One fucking... ow!”
The lash lands again. He is not going to listen to me. He is not going to take my side. He promised he would, but when it comes down to it, Zion is about the others, not me. I feel my eyes filling with tears. If he cared, he would take my side. He would protect me from these barbaric customs. He would make Tyna stay away. He would...
I feel his hand on my bottom, his voice in my ear. “This is how you become one with us,” he says, rubbing my rear. “This pain will pass, but the bonds formed remain forever.”
“Zion, please,” I whimper. “No more leather. It hurts.”
“What comes next will hurt more. Remember it.”
“No!”
He is back to being the savage I always knew he was. There is some small voice in the very back of my head reminding me that he’s right. I could have backed down from Tyna, but I never have. Why should I? Maybe Zion owns me, but none of the others do. I am still of the stars. I am still above these people...
The lash lands just as I think that thought.
Maybe I am not above them. Not anymore. Maybe I am just one of them. Maybe my refusal to fit into the social structures here is what has led us to this point. Maybe Tyna isn’t wrong. Maybe she reacted to more than just the fact that Zion and I were a couple. Maybe she didn’t like my arrogance and my attitude. Maybe...
The leather makes another blazing visit across my bottom. Zion is not showing me any mercy. My toes kick and curl, the most humiliating wails escape my mouth.
“Harder!” One of the warriors calls for greater punishment. I don’t know if he means for me or for Tyna. There is a collective laugh from the males. I feel the aggressive male desire all around me. They are glad we made this mistake. They are enjoying this display of our feminine vulnerability, punished by ruthless males.
Just when I think it can’t get any more embarrassing, Zion drops the leather and spreads my legs. I am wet. Dripping. His cock thrusts inside me, spreading me wide, taking me with pounding, punishing strokes.
The tribe watches as we are both fucked, our bottoms whipped and then spread for the male cocks who own us. When I dare look up even for a moment, I see that the warriors are looking on with carnal satisfaction while most of the women have fled, beside Tyna’s huntresses. They stay nearby, looking on with a more solemn solidarity.
Zion’s cock fills me and I look over at Tyna. They are doing worse things to her now. Her mouth is filled deep, I watch her face contort as a thick rod spears inside her ass, and a moment later it is my mouth dropping open as Zion slides out of my pussy and instead begins to push his dick inside my tightest hole.
I start to beg for him not to do it, but I know the begging will do nothing. The thick head of his cock finds my bottom, presses at the tight ring of muscle, then pulls away. I think he is showing mercy, but he is simply taking a moment to prepare me. His hands spread my spanked cheeks and his tongue bathes my bottom. It is as if I am an animal; he is cleaning me, teasing me. He is performing filthy animal acts on me. And I am responding. My dripping pussy clenches against nothing at all as his tongue probes my bottom, followed by a finger that makes entrance to that place never designed to take a cock.
“Not there! Not there!”
My gasped pleas do nothing at all. When he decides I am going to be fucked, I am fucked, but my bottom is tight, and the massive thickness of his cock is not an easy fit. It stings and it stretches and it makes me moan and gasp. His big hands are wrapped about my waist, pressing me down into position. There’s no way out of this.
I scream as I am publicly taken, my bottom hole stretched for all to see. The tribe chants in time with the thrusts as both Tyna and I pay for our sins. We are both being fucked in the most shameful way, our naked bodies presented to the tribe, our atonement coming in the form of a sexual submission that does not come naturally to either of us and yet that we must give.
Zion uses the lubrication from my pussy and an additional source of some white substance brought on a large leaf to rub along the shaft of his cock, easing the passage of the oh-so-thick rod into my ass.
“We are nothing if our women will not live in peace,” Zion declares, seating his cock deep in my ass. “Females can never be permitted to fight, not even those from the stars. It makes us weaker. It brings shame. It will never be tolerated, no matter who the combatants are. Whether you come from the stars, or lead the huntresses, if you give into petty fighting, you will be punished just like this.”
He thrusts inside my ass and my wail punctuates his point. The women of the village are listening. The men too. The object of this is shame. We are being shamed for what we did. I never want to endure a punishment like this again. If Tyna comes near me I am heading in the other direction as fast as possible.
“Are you learning your lesson, star girl?” Zion bends down and asks me the question personally, his voice warm in my ear, his cock still hard in my ass.
“Yes, I am sorry. I promise I’ll never fight again. I swear. I promise...” I babble my apologies, ready to say anything to have him forgive me. I want to be gathered into his arms. I want to be told that it is okay. I want this punishment to be over, never to be repeated.
Hearing my words and my penitent tone, Zion presses me down over the tree and he fucks my bottom with swift strokes. He is going to come inside me. I am going to leak his seed from my anus. And worse, his other hand is down and around between my legs. His fingers find my slippery clit and rub it as he fucks me, his cock plunging in and out of my tight little hole, making me grind with something like pleasure.
I don’t know if it feels good. I know it is punishment. I know I have been bad. I know my ass is being fucked long and hard because I was a naughty girl, and I know that he is rubbing my clit so I can come at the same time he does. It’s a small mercy, and I am grateful for it.
His roar as he spends himself inside my bottom is matched with my squeal of climax. He holds himself deep and he shoots that seed all the way inside me until there is nothing more to be spent. I whimper as he slowly pulls free of my ass and draws me up into his arms, cradling me while his cum drips from my most intimate place.
“Have you learned your lesson?”
“Please, Zion,” I whimper, turning my face away from the crowd and toward his chest. “I won’t ever...”
My words are cut off by Tyna’s cries. She is not as easy a subject. The first two males have been tagged out and two more have taken their place. Her pussy is swollen and glazed with cum, but there is still a rebellious look in her eye, as if she welcomes this treatment.
“What happens if she doesn’t learn hers?”
“Oh, she will...”
Fwomp!
Chapter Fifteen
Tselia
The world stops midsentence. A bright light floods the village and everything is still. It is as if all the people have become a tableau. I see Ty
na struggling between her two men. She is impaled on one cock, her back arched, her lips open in pleasure. She is completely, utterly lost in ecstasy. Something tells me that after tonight, she will not be thinking of Zion again.
Zion’s arms are like stone, but I can slip up and out of them. I do so as I look up. I don’t need to, but I do out of sheer animal habit.
There is a large disc floating above our heads. It glows with light calibrated to make sentient beings freeze. I am not susceptible to it, but the villagers all are. My stomach sinks and then twists. I feel nausea and I feel horror, because I know what this is. I know who this is.
It’s happening.
The Patron is here.
I could run, but I know it is already far too late. This is how it all ends. This is how I always knew it would end. I have had two hundred and forty-two days of animal pleasure on this planet, but it is over now.
His soldiers come down the gangway first, stomping down to surround me. Then he comes striding down the platform, his body clad in celestial silver robes. I’m almost impressed. The Patron doesn’t make journeys like this anymore. I must have truly angered him for him to make an appearance.
I look into my father’s face, see his gray eyes, his gray hair, his expression hard with disappointment and anger and I want to sink into the ground forever.
“Tselia! Put some clothes on!” He tuts and slips the robe off his shoulders to drape it around my muddy half-clad body. “Do you know what you have done?”
“Ruined everything?” That’s always the answer to that particular question from him.
“Well, besides that,” the Patron sighs. “You’ve discovered the last remnants of original humanity. And you’ve contaminated them. I asked one thing of you. I asked you to inform me if you found anything. But of course, you didn’t.”
“I was going to, but...”
“I don’t want to hear it, Tselia. The council will hear it at your trial.”
“Patron, please...”
His face is utterly impassive. “I don’t want to hear whatever inventive excuse you have for this grand disobedience. These people are to be studied from afar, not interfered with. You don’t belong here.”
