by Corin Cain
Oh, fuck! This is so humiliating… And it’s exactly what I deserve.
I know I deserve to be punished. I just never dreamt it would happen, and not like this. My cheeks redden with embarrassment and angst, and then I hear the sound of the switch rushing through the air.
Stryker brings it down hard on my ass.
Sudden, stinging pain fills me and I howl out loud. Stryker snarls something in his language and switches me again. Though I know I deserve it, I kick and fight to escape. He’s way too strong, though. With a single hand, he can pin me down, over his lap, and keep me there as easily as I would hold a doll. I press my thighs down harder against Stryker. I might be utterly exposed, rended by the scalding pain of that switch, yet despite it all I’m more desperate to hide my secret scars than anything else.
I pant in agony, expecting another blow of the switch – part of me wanting the pain and degradation that I deserve. My cheeks are bright red, knowing Stryker and Haleon can see my pussy glistening with utter need for them…
…but then Stryker throws the switch far away, and rubs my aching bottom. I shudder, still feeling guilt that I put his triad in mortal danger. For a moment his touch sooths me – and I’m ashamed to be comforted when I’ve caused so much pain. But be careful what you wish for – because a moment later, Stryker brings his hand up from my bottom and then slaps it back down across the fleshy part of my ass.
The crack of flesh on flesh fills the echoing cave, and my gasp of pain and disbelief soon follows.
The punishment is over. This isn’t about teaching me a lesson anymore. Stryker just wanted to feel my bottom. He spanks me again, and his cock surges as he brings his hand down on me like I’m an unruly child. He’s enjoying disciplining me. I feel my guilt melting away as he spanks me again and again, the pain and embarrassment overwhelming my mind as I wriggle and try to escape his grasp – yet secretly aching for him to bring his hand down hard again.
Crack!
Once more, that massive palm slaps against my ass, pain blossoming. Then Stryker’s enormous finger – bigger even than Joshua’s humble little cock – grazes my sopping wetness, sending frissons of shocking pleasure sparking through me.
Stryker teases my pussy, grazing his fingers against the folds of my sex, his thumb just barely coming into contact with my clit and making me moan in absolute need. His cock surges beneath me, and he mutters something in his alien language, his voice a low, animal growl. I feel Haleon behind me, and I crane my neck to look at him.
He’s towering over me – staring at my naked pussy like he’s never seen one before; licking his lips eagerly.
Stryker tests me again, rubbing his thumb against my clit and I moan out in sheer pleasure. For aliens that have never seen a woman before, they’ve sure learned quickly how to touch one effectively.
My bottom emanates warmth and pain, but it’s nothing compared to the electric pleasure of Stryker’s fingers. Stryker takes his finger, wet with my juices, and grazes it against my asshole. I jump, gasping, and he presses me down even tighter against his leg, exploring my most private place with his thick finger.
All I can do is shudder and wriggle, my cheeks turning a brighter red as I realize that his finger, pressed inexorably against my asshole, is turning me on even more than I was already.
I’ve never let anyone do anything like that to me in my life – but the delicious tickling, teasing sensation is making me moan and gasp in tantalizing pleasure. Stryker’s cock surges under my bare stomach, and it throbs beneath me as he plays with my body.
Stryker runs his other hand up and down my back. The punishment is over, and I look up, craning my head to see what emotion is now burning in his eyes.
Those deep, forest-green orbs have no hatred or anger in them anymore. It’s as though the moment the punishment is over, all is forgiven.
I try to stand, but Stryker presses me down harder against his leg.
The punishment might be over, but he wants me, badly.
I don’t struggle nearly hard enough to get away. Feeling him press me down against his lap makes me feel so tiny, so protected, so utterly his.
I’m breathing too fast now, letting go of the last vestiges of self-control as Stryker rubs my body, sending tremors of need throughout every nerve ending I have.
Then I feel Haleon’s hands on my ass, too – spreading my cheeks. I gasp as his wet, massive tongue touches my sopping cunt. His short mohawk grazes my cheeks as he dives between my thighs with wild abandon; possessing no technique, but a natural passion and innate skill.
He licks me as though he’s been starving for weeks and the taste of my arousal is the only thing that can satisfy him.
“Holy fuck,” I moan out, electric pleasure shooting through me as Haleon’s too-big tongue laps eagerly at my wetness. Stryker takes his hand from my back, no longer pressing me down. He doesn’t need to. I’m not trying to escape any longer.
I simply moan and whimper, unable to handle the sensation of being eaten out from behind, all while Stryker’s massive cock is pressing upward against my stomach. Stryker’s dick is driving me mad. I can remember clearly every vein, every throbbing inch of the huge thing. I can visualize it even while I can’t see it – my head flooding with the image of that thing pressed against me. I ache to see it for real once again.
I need it. I wriggle, moving myself away from Haleon’s insistent tongue. I push myself off Stryker’s lap, biting my lip – suddenly shy as I stand in front of the two highly-aroused men.
Before they can see anything of my thighs, which are barely covered by my skirt, I drop to all fours. I’m eager to hide the self-inflicted scars that crisscross my thighs – but in dropping to my knees, I’ve inadvertently offered myself up to these two men in an utterly submissive position.
I was already so small compared to them. Now, on my knees, I have to look right up at the two looming men. Haleon stands, his mouth wet from my juices, and every muscle in his body is taut with desire. His huge dick is straining against the fabric of his loincloth. I motion to Stryker’s loincloth, wishing there was a less embarrassing way of asking him to take it off.
Stryker looks at me with pure lust, mixed with a tinge of amusement. He motions to his loincloth as well.
I get the message:
If I want to see his enormous, beautiful cock again, I’ll have to get it out myself.
I crawl towards Stryker, knowing Haleon is staring at my wiggling ass as I do so. I kneel in front of Stryker and reach forward with trembling hands, to tug at the top of his tight loincloth. I can see every inch of his beautiful cock pressing against the fabric, and I can remember every vein that I can’t immediately see for myself.
Stryker helps me, tugging down his loincloth, and I gasp as his huge, powerful dick jumps out, pressing towards me as though it has a mind of its own, and aches for me independent of Stryker’s obvious desire.
His huge cock is rock-fucking-hard, jumping with every heartbeat and dripping copious amounts of pre-cum. A long, pearly string stretches from the tip of his dick, trailing down to the ground, and the sinful thought of lapping it up with my eager tongue fills my mind.
I can’t help it.
Something inside me snaps.
I lean forward, unable to resist, and I kiss the huge head of Stryker’s swollen cock.
He tastes good. His salty, slightly bitter pre-cum somehow tastes right, and I reach out with my tongue, lapping at the long string of cum that drools from his massive member.
I open my lips as wide as they go, straining to get the huge head of Stryker’s cock past my lips. He groans in need as I take him into my mouth, and the sounds of his pleasure fill me with a strange sense of pride. I’ve never thought of myself as overly-submissive, but being in the presence of these enormous, powerful men is changing everything I ever thought I wanted.
Stryker’s pre-cum is slick and highly lubricated, allowing his cock to slide deeper and deeper into my mouth. Haleon stands behind me, and gently
This time, it’s not Haleon’s tongue that finds my cunt. His huge cock throbs as he presses against my slit. I gasp around Stryker’s cock, my mouth opening wider in shock and desperate need.
Stryker takes advantage – gripping my hair at the base and forcing me to take more of his dick deep down into my mouth. I choke, but then adjust to the sensation of his powerful dick stretching open my throat; so slick with cum that I couldn’t stop it even if I’d wanted to…
And I don’t.
Haleon’s cock presses relentlessly against my slit, and I moan out around Stryker’s dick as Haleon uses his fingers to spread my pussy lips wide. My eyes roll back as he presses past my resistance, forcing his too-big dick slickly inside me.
Haleon’s cock is so wet with his alien, highly-lubricated pre-cum – glistening wetness that I figure was designed to let them seed and breed tiny human women like me. His slick wetness enables Haleon to press his dick further and further inside of me, deeper and deeper, stretching me out as I try desperately to handle his huge shaft of throbbing flesh.
Oh, my God! It has to be fully inside me now! There’s no more space for it to go!
I think that thought again and again with each lavish inch that presses inside of me, slowly but surely filling me as though Haleon has an iron-rod between his legs. I’ve never felt such slutty, overwhelming pleasure before – losing all control as I fully succumb to these two virile men.
Stryker snarls, gripping my hair hard until my eyes well with tears. He forces me take his dick deeper and deeper into my throat; but I eagerly struggle to handle the invasion of his straining shaft, trying desperately to breathe through my nose as I swallow more and more of it.
Longs strands of spittle and pre-cum drip from my mouth, but I can do nothing about that. If I lift up a hand to wipe the drooling wetness from my chin, I might not even be able to support my own weight.
Stryker pulls my head back off his cock, and I gasp desperately for air. Through watering eyes, I look up at the towering alien and see the beastly, lustful expression in his face. The veins of Stryker’s powerful chest are popping, filled with venomous blood, and his eyes are a luminous, bright green that stare right into me as he claims my mouth deeper and deeper.
Stryker’s expression is one of pure, utter dominance and ownership.
Haleon starts to thrust in and out of me slowly, from behind. Comparatively speaking, he’s gentle – letting me grow accustomed to his huge girth and length, and I shudder as I realize he hasn’t even fully embedded himself inside me yet.
I look down in shame at the way I’m being used – but as my head sinks forward, Stryker reaches out to pull my hair up; forcing me to look him in the eyes. He cradles my face with one enormous hand, while gently stroking my chin with the other.
“Aubrey,” Stryker murmurs, his voice deep and rumbling. I want to melt with the sound of my name on his lips. It sounds so fucking perfect – like I’ve been waiting to hear his low rumble since the day I was born.
“Stryker,” I moan out, and before he can force my mouth deeper onto his straining cock, I open wide and eagerly swallow his shaft instead. I struggle to deep-throat him, the slick lubrication pressing his dick farther and farther down my throat, and Stryker’s eyes widen as if he’s… impressed?
As I struggle to tackle Stryker’s swollen shaft, Haleon grabs my ass cheeks – squeezing the burning globes of my buttocks hard enough to leave handprints on my skin. He spreads my cheeks for his own pleasure - forcing his dick so deeply inside me I think I’m going to black out. He stretches me to the limit, fucking me balls deep with each huge, powerful thrust.
Every time Haleon sinks inside of me, it makes my whole body shudder. Each thrust forces my mouth further and further onto Stryker’s cock – until somehow his huge balls are pressed right up against my chin. I struggle to pleasure the leader of the triad – spit and cum drooling down my chin as I ache for those two huge, heavy balls to release their load in my mouth.
“Gara nolo Aubrey,” growls Stryker, and although I have no idea what the words mean, I doubt I would have understood them even if he’d been speaking English. My mind is so warped and overwhelmed with these sinful sensations – the sheer pleasure of being used building inside me into an unstoppable torrent of lust. Pleasure is building and building between my thighs; like a river filled with ice melt pressing against a dam.
Cracks appear in the metaphorical barrier, as overwhelming sensations mount and grow in response to Haleon ravaging me with his massive dick; fucking me like he owns me.
Stryker groans, and his cock suddenly spurts in my mouth; flooding my tongue with his salty, somehow delicious seed. He shoots stream after stream down my throat, and I eagerly swallow – until the towering alien finally pulls back and his still-spurting cock springs from my mouth. With a deep, guttural grown, Stryker covers my face with the final spurts of his cum; even as Haleon continues to pound me into a puddle of submission.
I gasp and moan as the endless stream of cum lands on my face and lips, and I open my mouth, screaming in pleasure as my pussy convulses in the throes of the most powerful orgasm I’ve ever felt.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I yell, cursing like a sailor as my vision goes black and I see stars from the intense pleasure. My pussy milks Haleon’s cock, and when it finally stiffens it seems even harder than it did when it sunk inside me; if that’s even possible! Haleon is so fucking hard as he grabs my hips and impales me deeply; balls deep in my greedy little cunt.
“Aubrey,” Haleon growls, and his cock suddenly spurts inside me; rivers of cum filling me up. Haleon keeps his cock deep inside me, spurting load after load as he groans and growls like a wild beast.
My hands give out from the pleasure. I start to fall, but Stryker grabs me by hooking his huge hands under my armpits – holding me aloft as Haleon milks every last drop of cum out of his cock deep inside me.
I’m completely fucking covered in Stryker’s cum, with it dripping down my face, even as Haleon fills me to the brim from behind.
Finally drained, Haleon reluctantly pulls his dick from me; and I blush a deeper shade of red as I feel his cum running in scalding rivulets down my inner thighs.
Stryker pulls me up, his hands hooked under my armpits, lifting me easily to my feet…
…it should be sexy – but instead, my heart goes cold.
I reach down, trying to hide my thighs with my hands. My body is still trembling from orgasm, and my mind still fogged with pleasure, but suddenly I’m filled with shame. I can’t let him see these disgusting scars.
But Stryker sets me down and pushes my hands away from my thighs, batting them aside as if they’re made from paper. My most shameful secret is exposed. The ugly, disgusting scars are plainly visible.
I try to cover them, but Stryker holds my hands at the wrists, preventing me from hiding my shame. Tears well up in my eyes, and I just want to disappear into myself...
…but then Haleon steps up behind me, and begins gently stroking my hair, still slick with sweat. It’s as if he can sense my fear, and he wants to sooth me. His huge fingers running through my hair are strangely calming. Stryker, meanwhile, lets go of my hands, and I instantly drop them to my thighs, covering my scars as best as I can.
Stryker points at his own wound, fresh and covered by the mushroom paste. Then he points to another scar on his belly. I didn’t even notice it until now, as it was covered in intricate tribal tattoos.
He reaches out, gently taking my left hand and pressing it up against his scar. I feel the length of the cut, tracing his chiseled abs. Then, he pulls my hand up, touching it against another scar on his shoulder.
Haleon stops running his hand through my hair, and instead moves to my right. He sits down, cross-legged, and takes my right hand in his, uncovering my scars completely. My cheeks burn – but he’s not looking at my old, long-healed injuries. Instead, he strokes the fingers of my hand against the brutal white line of ancient scar tissue across his own chest.
Then the two aliens reach out as one and place their other hands on my thighs. Their huge palms are burning hot, and hide the scars better than my human hands ever could…
…and yet, somehow, I know they aren’t trying to hide my shame – but accept it.
I’ve never felt so close to anyone before. I sit there, reeling with emotion, as the three of us gently hold our hands on each other’s ancient wounds, as if they’re stories written in our skin.
My shame and fear starts to recede – for perhaps the first time in my whole life.
“Scars… To them, they are a mark of honor,” I whisper to myself, my voice shaky and scared.
If my mind is playing tricks on me, and I’m truly insane, I’m glad at least that the madness brought me to a place in which I don’t have to feel ashamed of the marks on my legs any more. It’s going to take a long time to ever feel secure in my body image; but for once I can actually see a light at the end of the tunnel.
Stryker gets up off the chair, kneeling next to me. He places a gentle kiss on my thigh, somehow not caring that his battle-brother’s seed is still dripping from my pussy just inches away. Then he kisses me deeply on the lips, obviously uncaring that his cum is still covering my face.
Haleon moves behind me, rubbing my shoulders and massaging me deeply. The stress starts to disappear from my body. Then he stands and lifts me up easily, as if I weigh nothing, and suddenly I find myself in the air, being swung around effortlessly, like a toy. He runs with me, laughing in a deep booming voice that shocks and surprises me. Haleon leaps, and my heart catches for a second…
…and then we land with a huge splash in the pool of water in the center of the cavern; which I instantly discover is surprisingly deep.
I don’t understand it. I’ve always hated the idea of a man seeing my scars. It took me a year to even let Joshua have sex with me with the lights on, and I did it only for his pleasure, feeling disgusting the entire time.
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