Mate-Prize

by Renee Bond

  “Beg me to fuck you.”

  I opened my eyes - shit, when I had I closed them? Travan’s face was just an inch from mine. His breath was hot and moist on my neck. His lips were curled into a cruel smile.

  My first instinct was to give him exactly what he wanted. Hell, I had no idea what I even wanted anymore.

  Then I came back to myself. Enough to realize that, despite everything, I still didn’t want to humiliate myself like that. I would never beg for that!

  Even though... deep, deep down… I wanted it.

  “Fuck you,” I said, my voice deep and husky and verging on cracking.

  All the hands dropped away from my body.

  Oh fuck.

  What had I just done?

  Had I just made the biggest mistake of my life?

  But Travan didn’t seem angry.

  In fact, his grin widened.

  “You know,” he said, “I was hoping you’d say that.”

  Smack!

  Jensi spanked me one last time, the hardest yet, as he backed away. Daxen and Ellon backed away too. The fire on my ass burned hotter than ever.

  Leaving my treasonous pussy wetter than ever.

  But… was that it? One spank? I’d thought I was in for a lot more punishment than that.

  “You seem to think you’re something more than our naughty little fuck-slut,” Travan said thoughtfully. My eyes fell to the floor - and noticed the huge bulge in the crotch of his pants! That bulge literally took my breath away. These alien men were physically humongous - and, apparently, quite proportionate! I wasn’t a virgin, but I was still a fairly petite woman, and I too was proportional. I knew my limits - and the sheer size of the bulge Travan was sporting scared me more than just about anything I’d been through so far!

  “But you’re not,” Travan finished. “You are here - you exist - for us to fuck. However we want. Whenever we want. And you are going to love it. It’s time you learned that. Daxen, you have that little device we talked about?”

  “Coming right up,” said Daxen excitedly.

  Daxen handed Traven something that looked like a handful of blue jelly - only, it was solid, firm. Malleable, but definitely a solid object.

  What the hell was that thing?

  Travan held the thing up two inches from my face.

  “This, my naughty little slut,” said Travan, “is what will break you forever. After this, you will never be the same. You will become ours. Permanently.”

  With that, he dropped the strange blue device down and held it against my pussy!

  And the thing... sucked.

  Not hard. It was a tingly, light sensation. I looked down, and realized that the thing had somehow affixed itself to my clit! It was moving, too. Spreading out. I gasped and clenched my legs together, but it was no use. A thin tendril slithered between my legs. Found my opening.

  Entered me.

  A wild anger flared up - but flashed out just as fast, as I felt how cold the thing was inside me! I could feel it snaking up, up - then, just as suddenly, it stopped. I looked down again. The thing had flattened itself against my pussy, covering my entire clit, even the part underneath the skin of my pelvis.

  Sadistic chuckling came from all around me.

  Travan grinned. Hard, mean and wide.

  “Begin.”

  The thing on my pussy started to vibrate! Slowly. Lightly.

  At first.

  After a moment, it began slowly picking up momentum. Vibrating harder. Sending vibrations into my pussy and clit from seemingly every single angle imaginable.

  I gasped loudly as pure, unadulterated pleasure gripped my hips. I wiggled my pelvis back and forth. The thing was stuck in place. I wiggled again-

  “Oohhhhh!”

  Seemingly against my will I moaned from the pleasure, feeling it build inside me, reaching out to tug at my senses.

  Driving me inexorably towards orgasm.

  I’m quite sensitive to vibrations. I had a vibrator back on Earth, but had to be careful not to use it too much, because it was afraid it would ruin men for me.

  This thing on my pussy was light years more advanced than my little bullet vibe.

  Very quickly, the vibrations grew far, far more intense than anything I’d ever felt before. I moaned. I gasped, all but struggling to breathe through the waves of pure pleasure.

  It only took minutes before I was ready to come. Hell, I wasn’t even mad anymore. Wasn’t ashamed either. There was no room in my mind for anything but the delicious vibrations.

  It took me right to the edge. I was going to come, like a filthy, degenerate slut, right in front of my alien captors.

  “Ahh!”

  Right before I came, the vibrations stopped, and were replaced by pure pain. My pussy contracted, shaking, trying to escape, as my body involuntarily jerked against the sudden intense pain shooting into my crotch.

  “Electricity on the genitals,” said Travan, “will ruin even the biggest slut’s orgasm.”

  The rest of the men laughed.

  As I looked around me, still breathing hard from nearly coming, I realized that the men were lounging around me in their huge, deeply cushioned chairs. Daxen and Ellon had clear glasses filled with some amber liquid. Jensi was smoking from a small electronic device. As I watched, he blew a huge plume of smoke straight at me. It wafted around me, drifting up into my face. The smoke smelled strangely sweet, and at the same time nutty. Breathing it in, just that little bit, gave me a sensation of deep relaxation.

  Fuck me, but Jensi must have the tolerance of a damn elephant!

  I should have been humiliated. I started to feel humiliated. These men were treating me like some slutty form of entertainment! I wasn’t a woman, I was a whore, for them to amuse themselves with and use as they pleased!

  But that thought didn’t get far.

  Because the vibrations started up again.

  Just like the first time, they built up slowly. But holy crap, did they build up. It wasn’t long before I was gasping and writhing against my bonds again, helpless before the bolts of pleasure coursing through my veins like electricity.

  I knew what was coming. I knew I wasn’t going to orgasm. Knew that the closer I got to coming, the closer I got to that painful shock.

  I tried to fight the pleasure.

  It didn’t matter.

  I could feel myself building toward orgasm in less than a minute. I could have got off completely in less than two.

  But once again, right on the edge of coming, the wonderful vibrations were replaced by a blast of pure agony, directed straight into my pussy from both the outside and the inside!

  “Ahhh!”

  Damn it, I’d really wanted not to cry out. I didn’t want to give these bastards that satisfaction.

  I’d failed.

  Even in that, I was completely powerless.

  The men laughed at me, drinking in my torment.

  “I’d say… twelve,” said Travan. “She’ll almost come twelve times before she breaks and begs for my cock.

  “Nine,” said Jensi.

  “I’ve got a hundred creds on thirteen,” said Daxen.

  “You’re on,” said Ellon.

  Those fucking bastards! I wasn’t just their fucking piece of meat, that they could toy with and torture for their entertainment!

  The vibrations begged to differ, springing to life once again.

  I gasped once again.

  The men laughed once again.

  My pussy was getting sensitive. All the vibrations and shocks were getting to it already.

  And… something else was happening.

  There was a dull ache behind my pussy, in the middle of my pelvis. A craving that was growing steadily more insistent.

  I railed against my bonds as I realized that I’d never, ever been this horny in my entire fucking life!

  Words can’t describe how frustrating it was. Being brought right to the edge of orgasm - then being denied in a most humiliating and painful way. />
  The cycle of pleasure, denial and pain repeated for a third time.

  Then a fourth.

  And a fifth.

  I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think!

  Six times.

  Seven times.

  I couldn’t move.

  I couldn’t stand it!

  The deep ache in my pussy had spread to my whole body. It felt like every muscle I had was being slowly wound tighter, and tighter, and tighter!

  Dammit, I needed to fucking come!

  Eight times.

  How much longer could they do this to me? How much more torture could these cruel men subject me to? How much longer before I broke, just exactly like they said I would?

  Nine times.

  How much longer before I became the submissive, obedient little fuck-slut they were so intent on turning me into?

  Ten times.

  As my orgasm melted away before my eyes, turning suddenly into that penetrating electric pain, I screamed. I filled my lungs and screamed my frustration as loud and as long as I could.

  Part of me wanted to cry.

  But I didn’t.

  I couldn’t.

  Because there was a much, much stronger part of me that was loving this.

  Dammit, even this torture was, somehow, against all odds, an incredible turn on.

  The little alien sex-torture-toy started vibrating once again.

  My body was feverish with desire. My very bones quaked with the hope that I could finally achieve orgasm. My pelvis shivered, over and over, unable to stop. Yet, unable to attain the friction it so desperately craved. I couldn’t moan through my continuous gasping. I wasn’t even in control of my lungs! My neck writhed back and forth. My back arched, desperately seeking some, any, relief from the madding pleasure.

  I was almost there. I could feel it! I was about to come!

  Then, of course, the vibration turned to electric shock.

  Again.

  “AAAHHHHH!!” I screamed.

  “This is so much more entertaining than the holo-vids!” said Daxen.

  “I could watch this all night long,” said Jensi with a devilish grin. All four men were still lounging. Completely at ease. Still drinking whatever it was. It sure looked like alcohol of some kind.

  Yet again, the vibrator started humming.

  Yet again, my pussy got even wetter. I’d never before felt the sensation of my own wetness running down the inside of my thighs.

  I gasped. I could do nothing else.

  “We could, you know,” said Travan thoughtfully. “We’ve got a few months of leave that starts tomorrow. We haven’t got anywhere to be. There’s really no reason we can’t tease this little slut with a hundred or so ruined orgasms! Hell, why not? It will only make fucking her all the sweeter!”

  Oh fuck.

  “No!” cried out.

  I hadn’t meant to. My mouth was moving without my permission.

  “You can’t! Please!”

  The four men stopped laughing. All of them turned to me, their eyes hungrier than ever.

  “Please… what?” asked Travan, his tone infuriatingly patronizing.

  But I couldn’t answer. I was gasping too hard. I was lost inside myself, my pussy soaking up the vibrations like a starving dog eating a hot meal. I couldn’t think of a single actual word to respond with.

  Until the vibrations screeched to a halt once again, replaced by yet another painful electric jolt.

  “I think that’s twelve,” said Ellon. “Does anyone know what the record is?”

  “Before begging to be fucked?” said Daxen. “I think I read it was thirty-six.”

  “Think you’ll last another twenty-four rounds, slut?” Travan asked. “Cause I don’t. I think you’re already at your breaking point. I think you’re going to beg for my cock any second now.”

  Travan knew exactly what he was doing. He was taunting me, and in doing so, making it even harder and more painful for me to actually do what he wanted me to do. If I begged for climax now, I’d only be proving him right. He was twisting my mind into a ball, using my own emotions to torture me even more.

  And it was working.

  I managed to open my eyes. Managed to glare at him.

  Then the vibrations smashed into my pussy again.

  In sheer frustration, I jerked against my restraints.

  But my muscles soon melted into jelly as my brain melted out of my ears.

  I gasped. Deeply.

  I cried out in pain just before reaching orgasm.

  This was intolerable!

  And then, all of a sudden… I just didn’t fucking care anymore.

  I didn’t care about the humiliation of all four of my captors using my most intimate of feelings and body parts for their entertainment. I didn’t care that Travan was making this as hard as he could. I even stopped caring that I’d been abducted. That I’d probably never seen Earth again. I didn’t care that it wasn’t fair. That I shouldn’t be here. That I didn’t deserve this.

  The only thing I cared about, the only thing I wanted, the only thought in my head… was getting off.

  I was an animal in heat.

  “Please fuck me!” I cried, as confidently as I could. My voice cracked as I said it, thanks to the vibrations.

  Then I was moaning and gasping all over again. My eyes squeezing shut. Hoping against hope that I would finally get the release that every single molecule of my body craved.

  The vibe took me to the crescendo of my orgasm.

  But this time, instead of the electric shock… the vibrator turned off.

  Confusion blossomed within me. Then I opened my eyes.

  Travan was standing right in front of me.

  Shirtless.

  And… my god.

  The man was a statue. A work of art. A monster from some sexually frustrated painter’s daydreams.

  To say that the man was muscular would have been a profound understatement.

  Travan was muscle.

  Pectoral muscles the size of basketballs. Eight heavy-duty washboard abs. Obliques with their own zip codes. Shoulders you could hang a hammock from. Biceps that deserved their own last names.

  You get the idea. But, honestly, you really don’t.

  You simply can’t know what this man was like until you see it in person. Champion bodybuilders would hang their heads after taking one look at this man. And I’m pretty sure none of them are seven and a half feet tall, like Travan was.

  My breath caught in my throat.

  My pussy did a double-take.

  The man was power.

  I already knew he was strong. But seeing that body, the part of me that is still basically a hairless chimp wanted to fucking worship Travan. Wanted him to make decisions for me. Wanted him to bring me freshly killed animals, so I could cook them just right for him. Wanted him to lead the sons of my tribe into battle.

  The men were laughing at me again.

  Shit. I’d been staring at Travan’s god-like, hyper-evolved, probably-genetically-engineered space-warrior’s torso. My mouth agape. My eyes half-closed, half-glazed.

  From the sound of the laughter, I’d been doing so for quite a while now.

  Travan’s giant hand took me by the scruff of my neck - or, the closest thing to it, where my hair met the back of my skill. Gripped me tight. Wove my hair through his fingers expertly, then stretched his hand around my skill, simultaneously holding and cradling my head. He pulled back, raising my face.

  I let out a little gasp. My pussy let out another stab of quaking desire.

  Travan moved his head in close to mine. Stuck his nose into my hair.

  Inhaled deeply.

  His body pressed lightly against mine. His chest touched my nipples. The massive bulge in his pants pressed up against my throbbing clit.

  It was pure magic, and I was instantly under his spell.

  “Please fuck me… what?” Travan asked.

  Fuck.

  I silently asked myself if I was
really, actually going to say it. My pussy quickly informed me that yes, I most absolutely fucking was.

  “Please fuck me… sir,” I whispered.

  The thumb of his free hand traced across my lips, more gently than I ever would have thought a man like that could be. My mouth dropped open, practically begging.

  Slowly, his lips moved towards mine.

  Found mine.

  Kissed mine.

  Tenderly. Almost lovingly.

  This… this was not what I had been expecting. I’d been expecting rough, hateful fucking. I’d been expecting them to continue making a sport out of me, hurting me in every way they could, tormenting me even as they took their pleasure.

  But Travan really kissed me. Firmly. Insistently.

  Passionately.

  I lost myself in him. In his lips. In his body, which leaned further into mine, until our whole bodies were touching each other. His free hand found the small of my back, pressing me even more tightly to him.

  Then my hips started going rogue again, trying to grind against Travan's thigh.

  “How could I say no to a face like that?” he whispered in my ear.

  All of a sudden, the other men were all around me. Daxen and Jensi on either side of me. Ellon behind.

  Travan undid his pants, letting them fall to the floor, then pulled down a pair of oddly voluminous undergarments. Daxen did something to the restraints around my ankles.

  Suddenly, my legs were no longer free.

  Travan, naked, had reached around to grip the backs of my knees in each of his giant hands, then scooped my legs upwards. Without one iota of apparent effort. As if he were simply bending over and straightening up, with only his own body. He held my legs wide apart, smiling hungrily.

  Then, finally, I noticed his cock.

  It was... proportional.

  Frighteningly proportional.

  It was everything you’d expect from a man of his musculature.

  Long. Girthy.

  Iron-hard.

  The sight of it awoke an even deeper level of hunger within me. I couldn’t look away.

  I didn’t want to look away.

  The strange vibrator slithered off of me and dropped to the floor.

  It was immediately replaced by the single biggest penis I’d ever seen in my life - and I’d enjoyed the occasional porno.

  But you know what?

  I wasn’t scared.