“Hold her still,” Flencik said, reaching between her legs. Rajhir wrapped his arms around her thighs, halting her struggles long enough for the Imdiko to turn the device off.
Amelia sagged against the wall, gasping and shuddering. Rajhir released her legs and patted her buttocks with affection. “The straps held, but I am not certain you should use that at full strength too often.”
Flencik laughed as he removed the device from her still-spasming sex. “No higher than medium setting. At least we know she cannot thrash it loose.”
“You bastards,” Amelia whispered. She felt weak as a newborn.
“Poor little Matara,” Rajhir said, kissing her flushed cheek. “Was it too much?”
She turned away from him, resting her forehead against the wall. She should hate them. She wanted to hate them. Why wasn’t that possible?
Rajhir’s fingertips brushed the still trembling lips of her Amelia’s sex. Sensitive from Flencik’s demonic vibrator, her hips jerked as her breath caught. Damn it … would she never be able to curb her responses to the Kalquorians?
“Are you ready to eat like a good girl?” the Dramok asked. His fingers brushed her again, a clear warning he would subject her to more carnal activity should she refuse.
Tears prickled her eyes, but Amelia stiffened her resolve. “I will not.”
“Then we will begin again.” Rajhir gripped her hips and pressed up against her backside, his penises going to orifices as if drawn by magnets. Amelia braced herself for the delicious pain of his larger organ invading her tightest entrance. She was already moist in anticipation.
Rajhir was just pressing himself into her when the door to the outside swung open, admitting Breft. He strode into the room, hefting a large gray box in his arms.
“You may wish to wait on her punishment until you see this.” The Nobek’s dark eyes sparkled with mischief as he grinned at them all.
Rajhir moved back, and Amelia allowed herself to relax a little. God only knew what Breft was up to, but she welcomed the momentary reprieve. It couldn’t be any worse than Flencik’s device, she reasoned.
“I have looked for new ways to enjoy our Matara, and this appeals to me.” The Nobek lifted the top of the box and waved the other two men over to view the contents.
Amelia peered over her shoulder to see what new horror awaited her, but her view was blocked by the Kalquorians clustered around Breft’s acquisition. The Nobek murmured something, and the other two burst into uproarious laughter.
Not good, Amelia thought. Her stomach executed a slow flip. She pulled against the cuffs holding her to the wall, knowing the futility of the attempt but helpless not to try anyway.
“It too easy goes together,” Flencik commented behind her.
“It is sturdy,” Breft reassured. “It will take her weight and ours, along with strenuous activity.”
That earned another round of raucous laughter, and Amelia jerked against her restraints again. Panic made her heart flutter.
“How did your toy perform?” Breft asked. “Did she respond?”
Rajhir and Flencik snickered. Rajhir said something in Kalquorian, to which Breft laughed harder than ever.
“You should make more and sell them to the Plasians,” he managed after the hilarity subsided. “They will make a god of you, Flencik.”
“I will take it into consideration. Is this right?”
“You will strain your back at that level. Adjust the height. Now it looks good.” Breft’s voice raised in a singsong. “A-meee-lia? Look what I brought you.”
She cringed at the teasing tone. Slowly she looked over her shoulder towards the grinning clan and the contraption they’d assembled.
At first glance, it looked like a tall table with a padded top. It reached just below groin level on Breft. There was a cushioned hole at one end of its three-foot length, much like the head rest on the massage table Amelia had taken therapy on after her accident. It was too short for a massage table however. Her legs would hang down, and her ass would be in the air.
Her gaze traveled down the metal legs of the table. When she saw the soft restraints attached, she finally understood what she was looking at.
Amelia turned her face back to the wall, afraid her expression would give her away. Her breath quickened, her sex tightened, and moisture seeped down her thighs.
Misinterpreting her hiding her face for dread, Rajhir reminded her, “We do not have to do this. You are in control, Amelia. Agree to eat and the torment ends.”
Amelia licked her lips but refused to answer. She knew her voice would betray her, would tell them how much she wanted them to strap her to the table, to do all the things they delighted in doing to her. Her body trembled in eager anticipation of the coming punishment.
“Very well,” Rajhir said.
She heard the excitement in voice, the expectant joy that he would be able to lay her on the table, tie her down, and enjoy her body to their mutual pleasure.
She resisted them only because pride demanded it. If the Kalquorians noticed her struggles seemed half-hearted, she hoped they attributed it to the weakness of hunger. They easily secured her to the table.
It was much more comfortable than being manacled to the wall. Amelia’s face rested in the cushioned opening. The cloth cuffs gently held her wrists and ankles to the cool metal legs. The end of the soft tabletop ended just above her groin, leaving her sex open and easily accessible to her lovers.
They wasted no time in taking advantage of her vulnerability. Mouths, tongues and teeth attacked her buttocks and thighs. She jerked in response to the erotic sensations of being kissed, licked, and nipped all around her secret flesh. When a set of teeth sank into one buttock hard enough to leave marks, she groaned with heightened desire. The mixture of bondage and pain had the effect on her it always did: it made her want more.
Another bite on the opposite buttock elicited a second soft moan from Amelia’s throat. She lifted her hips as far as the restraints allowed, inviting further attention.
“You are having too much fun, little girl,” Breft chuckled. “Whatever would your government say?”
“Naughty Amelia likes naughty pleasures,” Flencik said, flicking his tongue over her anus.
Amelia’s cheeks burned. Tears dropped from her eyes to the floor below. Why did her body insist on responding to such filthy acts? Even as shame washed over her, her legs strained against the restraints in an effort to open herself more to Flencik’s wickedly teasing tongue.
More biting mixed pain with Flencik’s pleasuring. A tongue ran up her inner thigh, stopping just short of her moist sex. It disappeared to reappear on the opposite thigh to trace an identical path. She writhed, aching for them to touch her secret flesh. Instead they teased her for what felt like forever.
Fingers tugged gently at her pubic hair, giving her erotic sensation so very close to where she wanted it. A tongue traced the crease between thigh and pubis. Rough hands massaged her buttocks, stopping occasionally to pinch. One thick finger penetrated her rectum, moving in and out of her like a small penis, filling her delightfully.
Amelia endured the delicious torment with whimpers and moans, wriggling as much as her bonds allowed. At long last a tongue touched her vaginal orifice, delicately tracing her trembling core. Hot, needful pleasure tumbled through her belly at the tentative pressure. She groaned and lifted her hips for more.
The man offering his tongue obliged her invitation, but instead of relieving her need, it only intensified the growing ache. The tip of his tongue continued its barely-there touch, inflaming her desire.
Meanwhile the biter had moved to her inner thighs, and the finger invading her nether orifice quickened its pace. Amelia’s breath came in sobs, but she no longer cried in shame. She cried because they made her feel so good, and she knew only gratitude to be the recipient of their attentions.
Face it, you’re glad they’re holding you captive. It gives you an excuse to keep having sex with them. In many ways, being i
mprisoned has freed you.
It wasn’t just the sex, even the not-so-depraved acts that didn’t trigger shame. It was the affection in Rajhir’s voice and the warmth in his eyes when he spoke to her. It was Flencik’s gentle smiles and concern for her well-being. It was Breft’s admission he’d give his life for her. It was so many things, big and small. They were adding up, and Amelia found herself wanting to give in to the aliens’ demands.
The tongue teasing her sex suddenly forced its way in, catching her by surprise. She cried out at the marvelous invasion, bucking against the face of the man behind her. He chuckled against her sensitive flesh, sending sweet vibrations to melt her. The tongue whipped in and out, pausing to flick her straining pleasure bud before each plunge into her wet warmth. Her pussy clenched.
A second finger pressed its way into the cleft of her buttocks, widening her tightest aperture to take two thick digits. The pressure was heady delight.
The fingers, tongue, and teeth were setting Amelia on fire. Her moans came continuously. Her hands clutched at the table legs while the men worked her eager flesh. She began chanting a breathless plea of “Please … please … please … please…”
“Do you want us to fuck you?” Breft’s voice was hot in her ear.
“Yes.” She was too far gone to care about the profanity.
“Say it.”
“Fuck me.”
“Make me believe it.”
“Fuck me!” she screamed.
The tongue and fingers disappeared. They were immediately replaced with the turgid sexes of an enthusiastic Kalquorian. Amelia knew the clan by feel alone now, and she moaned as Rajhir moved slowly, sweetly inside her. The dual penetration filled her to perfection.
He rocked his hips against her, taking his time to love her with thoroughness. He shifted until he found the sweet spot inside her, making her cry out as bliss grew heavy in her belly. As Rajhir moved within her welcoming warmth, his fingertips traced her shoulder blades, her ribs, her spine, the roundness of her buttocks. The tenderness of his touch brought a lump to Amelia’s throat. She felt genuine affection in the contact.
As if reading her mind, Rajhir murmured, “You are everything to us, Amelia. Absolute perfection. Know beyond a doubt that we would not cause you pain for all the riches of the galaxy if we could help it. We love you.”
That undid her completely. Amelia sobbed at the bald, unexpected admission. She didn’t want to believe, yet the truth of Rajhir’s simple declaration made something inside her shatter. All the pain of her mother’s judgments and society’s disapproval fell upon her with their full weight. Her own people, even her mother, would revile her for her desires; they would see her condemned in both this life and the next for her sins. The aliens not only accepted her, but actually loved her as she was. It was a dream come true. But her dream was other Earther females’ nightmare. It was Amelia’s blundering that had enslaved almost 2000 other women to clans who might not care about them as much as Rajhir’s adored her.
I have to remember that. No matter how much I want this, no matter how I feel about this clan, I must deny myself.
The thought made Amelia cry harder. To have to reject her heart’s desire seemed the cruelest blow she could imagine. Death may well have been kinder.
The clan let her cry without speaking. Rajhir continued to make tender love to her throughout. He was liquid silk, slipping through her with practiced ease. How could their joining be wrong when they fit so perfectly?
As he moved against the bundle of nerves within her that felt best, Amelia’s tears gradually receded. The continuous pressure rubbing that sensitive spot overrode the ache in her heart. The weaker her sobs, the stronger his lovemaking became. God, he felt so good. She swallowed the last of her weeping, desperate for the brief comfort of physical release.
Amelia gasped for breath as Rajhir’s thrusts grew in power, intensifying the sensations warming her womb. His hands closed over her shoulders, pulling her as close to his driving sex as her bonds allowed.
All thought ceased for Amelia; all she knew was the agonizing pleasure building in her belly. She urged Rajhir on with inarticulate cries, encouraging him to work her body faster and harder. He pounded her insides, his grunts of effort making her wetter, hotter, hungrier for more. She felt her climax beginning, that wonderful raw sensation consuming her nether regions, growing fierce and savage like a primitive animal. It expanded until it devoured every cell of her being, and she disintegrated in its violent bliss.
Amelia heard Rajhir’s roar of completion and added her voice to the savage cries. He pulsed within her as if he might explode, and her sex spasmed anew, sucking at him in an attempt to consume him entirely.
As soon as Rajhir quieted, Breft took his place. The Nobek bent to cover her body with his warmth as he too began his lovemaking with tender care. She felt the planes of his chest against her shoulders, the tightness of his abdominals in the small of her back and buttocks. His breath was hot in her ear. His movements within her sex and anus were languorous, but Amelia was still roused from Rajhir’s vigorous lovemaking. The juxtaposition of Breft’s careful movements made her tremble with desire even as she wondered at the fierce man’s capacity for gentleness. She fought the growing heat of need.
“Close,” Amelia warned her lover, feeling the impending orgasm moving nearer.
“Go ahead, my sweet. Let it happen.” The encouraging rumble of his voice tickled her ear.
Permission granted, Amelia succumbed. The climax rolled through her, making her tight around Breft’s slowly moving penises. He sighed as she shuddered beneath him, growing thicker in response to her passion. He kept the same quiet pace however, allowing her to prolong her gratification.
After the orgasm spent itself and before the next one could claim her, Breft slipped out. He paused to cleanse himself with a pre-soaked cloth. Then he shifted to place his larger organ into her sex, letting the smaller one stroke her clitoris as he resumed slow lovemaking. Amelia groaned to feel him fill her womanhood so well. She clutched at him with inner muscles to make him groan in return.
Breft began to tease her with gentle cruelty, quickening his pace until she again gasped with imminent completion. Before she tipped over into ecstasy, he slowed to deny her satisfaction. On the slow strokes, he pulled back until he left her body but for the tip of his penis. He paused, letting the sensation of near-exodus torment Amelia until she strained against her bonds to take him back in. Slowly, so very slowly, he crept back inside her, letting her feel the sensation of her body yielding to his penetration. Her sheath closed in to absorb the length of him as if she would make him a part of herself.
When the Nobek buried himself within her and his groin met hers, the walls of her vaginal walls grasped to keep him in place. He growled with the effort of extracting himself from her clinging sleeve.
After a few minutes of this delightful play, Breft increased the speed of his lovemaking. His hips swung back and forth like a pendulum, moving easily in their combined wetness. He rocked in and out, increasing his momentum until his body met Amelia’s with sharp slaps. His strokes shortened as he kept himself deep within her, battering her womb, making her cry out as she climbed toward the pinnacle of pleasure. Then, the moment just before sensation could completely claim her, he stopped. He held her still, refusing her glorious dissolution even as he groaned from his own denial. He kept Amelia like this until her breathing quieted enough to reassure him she would not come too easily.
When Breft moved again, it was to grind slow circles within her, creating effervescent bursts of heat that traveled all the way up her spine. Then he withdrew gradually to start all over again to her agonized delight.
When at last neither could take any further torment, Breft found a quick rhythm that drove them steadily toward shared satisfaction. He shifted every few moments to apply pressure to a different point of Amelia’s sheath. She shuddered to feel him exploring her so thoroughly with his sex. Soon starlight exploded, sending
tingling heat through every pore of her body. Her moans from climax seemed to emanate from her very womb.
Breft spent himself with a long, drawn-out groan. He lay over her for a few moments, his chest heaving against her back. She loved the feel of his weight crushing her to the tabletop. It made her feel safe, as if the Nobek might shield her from every evil in existence.
Amelia hadn’t regained her strength when Breft lifted himself from her body. She blinked when she saw Flencik peering up at her from beneath the table.
“Hello,” he murmured. He freed her wrists from the restraints and disappeared.
Amelia blinked in confusion. She felt the tug of the ankle cuffs being removed too. Was Flencik letting her up without taking his own pleasure?
Arms bigger round than her thighs slid under her body to scoop her up and turn her over. Too weak from lovemaking to resist, she allowed Flencik to bind her to the table legs again, but now she lay face up. He loomed over her with a wicked grin.
“Let us see the strength Breft’s table truly is,” the Imdiko said.
He climbed up to straddle her torso, his knees on either side of her ribcage. The table creaked under his massive weight but held without further complaint.
Flencik’s front penis was swollen and flushed with color before Amelia’s eyes. He gripped the table corner with one hand and caressed her cheek with the other. Then he gently pinched her nose shut between his thumb and forefinger.
Amelia opened her mouth for air. “What the—”
He quickly cut off her words by pressing his larger sex to her lips. When she obediently parted them to allow him entrance, he released her nose.
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