by Sara Fields
The bullet drove me up a wall, quickly forcing me to approach orgasm like a bullet shot from a gun. My skin felt electrified, my body feverish with want and I moaned softly under my breath. My fingers tightened into fists as I arched within the hold of the robot, my own hips rocking back and forth as the bullet took me higher and higher.
I groaned with pleasure, having never been forced to the peak of orgasm so quickly before. It was incredible, and I shook under its power. I was ready to come.
And then it stopped.
I screamed with agony. My entire body shuddered, my pussy throbbing with need, my core cramping painfully as I struggled to cope with the sudden loss of sensation.
Over and over, it did this.
I tried to breathe, I tried to survive, but the little devilish thing seemed tuned to my body, able to read when I was merely seconds away from orgasm and then it would stop.
Every.
Fucking.
Time.
My nerves blazed with a fire like I’d never known. My body shook with effort to maintain my dignity, but the longer the little bullet tortured me, the more I began to fall apart. I wanted to come. I needed to come and the demon device wasn’t letting me. My screams of frustration began to echo off the walls of the bedroom. My heart pounded loud, my blood rushing throughout my body like a tidal wave and I could hardly breathe enough air to fill my lungs.
Again, I cried out as the vibrations tortured me, bringing me once again to the precipice of my release, but never letting me let go completely. The device would suddenly lose power every time I was merely a second or two away, leaving my clit feeling hollow and lonely. I cried out with anger, only to have the bullet start up again.
My eyes rolled back in my head and my entire body started to quake, reacting violently to the vibrations between my thighs. Even though I was expecting it, when it powered down once again I yelled out with fury, shaking with the passion that was bursting at the seams within me.
My cunt throbbed, my core screaming for more, but I knew this device would never give me what I want. It was meant to torment me.
For what felt like hours, it tortured me. All four of my captors watched with insane interest. Talor, Biran, and Dex surrounded me, their fingers exploring my flesh, gliding over my belly and my breasts, flicking the nipple clamps time and time again.
I was soaked with arousal, so much so that it had begun to drip down my inner thighs. I should have been mortified with shame, but I couldn’t focus on that. All I could think about was how turned on I was, how much I wanted to orgasm, and how much I wanted the bullet not to stop. I needed it not to stop.
“Please,” I begged.
“Please what, Mya,” Talor answered.
“I need,” I began, before I clamped my mouth shut. The bullet had begun again, and my body prepared for the roller coaster that would ultimately follow. I screamed, I struggled, I tried to grind against it harder and when my efforts ultimately failed, I cried out with my frustration. My breath caught in my throat.
Tears clouded my vision and I struggled not to cry.
“Please. Do what you want to me,” I begged. “But please. Please let me come.”
“Will you obey us?” Talor questioned.
I knew I wouldn’t. I was fairly certain he knew I wouldn’t, but I couldn’t handle being on the cusp of orgasm all night. I needed release.
I would have reached for him if I could.
“Have you ever had a man before, Mya?” Talor asked thoughtfully, his eyes searching mine. There was a certain gentleness there that took me off guard for a moment. Out of my mind with passionate desire as I was, I could have sworn I saw a flash of concern in his eyes as he stared at me.
I shook my head, desperate as the bullet started up again.
My hips rolled, fucking the little bullet despite my efforts not to. I cried out and a single tear escaped and rolled down my cheek. Talor leaned forward, using his finger to wipe it away and I moaned forlornly before him.
I felt weak. Punished.
“Promise me that you’ll at least try to obey me,” he said softly, trailing kisses down my neck, gentle, sweet, and wet. Promising so much more if only I would submit to him. Submit to all four of them.
Would it be so wrong? To allow myself to enjoy my time here despite the fact I’d been abducted by the enemy to my people, to my species? Did it even matter?
I shuddered, struggling against the riptide of pleasure that was demanding my body to acquiesce, to give in, to submit completely.
Deep down, I felt it building. I tried to fight it, but it was too much and once again the bullet brought me to the precipice of a cliff of passion, but it wouldn’t let me achieve release.
I let all my anger fall away. Everything I’d ever remembered about Vakarrans, I threw away in that moment. I gave in to the beat of my heart and let myself feel it all. I’d allow myself freedom, just for a little while.
“Yes. I’ll submit,” I cried out when the torture device ultimately stopped once again.
Talor grinned, his thumb brushing over my lip and I sighed at his gentleness. He leaned toward me, capturing my lips with his and my heart nearly burst in my chest. He devoured me, claimed me in that kiss like nothing that I’d ever could have imagined, and I reveled in it.
His tongue probed between my lips and I surrendered to it completely. He took me in ways I had never imagined, without taking my virginity just yet. My head whirled with the implications of it.
His touch was like a drug and I wanted more of it.
I felt my heartbeat hammer in my chest, each beat like a lightning strike, a symphony of passion ready to burst at any moment and only Talor could master it. Every nerve in my body felt electrified, ready to fire at any moment.
My chest rose and fell with effort to hold back my orgasm. At any moment, if he would just touch me, I’d shatter into pieces before them all.
“Are you ready, Mya?” he murmured, and I moaned in response.
I wanted him to take me. I didn’t want him to. I didn’t know. I didn’t really care. All I knew is that I needed release and I would do anything to get it. Even let him fuck me.
“Just let me come,” I begged, my voice shaky and pleading.
Talor unbuttoned his pants slowly, taking his time while he watched me for signs of God knows what. I shook as my eyes drifted down his sculpted chest, toward the waistband of his slacks and I bit my lip.
Slowly, he pushed his pants down from his waist, revealing his cock to my view.
It was larger than I’d imagined. Long. Wide. Girthy and I shuddered with the implications of it. It was rock hard, ready to fuck me into oblivion, that much was clear.
What surprised me was that I wanted it. I wanted him to fuck me. To take my virginity by force, but, most disturbingly, I didn’t want him to be gentle about it.
I wanted it to be rough. I wanted it to be hard. I wanted it to hurt.
I rolled my hips toward him, barely aware of my body’s response to him. Robo leaned me backward, rolling forward so that my pussy was lined up with his cock, presenting me to be fucked as he wished. One hand gripped my right hip, before he lined up the head of his shaft to my entrance and I squirmed nervously.
“Beg for it, my naughty little human,” he growled, dipping his cock into me shallowly, teasingly and I whined for more.
Oh, God. I felt like I was going to burst into flames at any moment.
My hips rocked back and forth, trying to force his dick deeper in me; my nipples hardened despite the clamps and I whined at the twinge of pain. His cock slid up and down my wet flesh and I made a decision then.
I’d take him. I’d submit this once, not for them. Never for them.
But for me. I deserved my pleasure. I deserved every moment of bliss these men were going to give me. I was going to beg. For myself.
I was going to come and enjoy every last moment.
I’d earned it.
“Fuck me,” I pleaded, my skin tingling wi
th anticipation.
He surged forward in one swift firm motion, breaking through the barrier of my virginity in a single blow. My body shook with pain and tears threatened to fall, but he stilled, allowing me to process the hurt at my own speed.
I shut my eyes, my fingers tightening into fists as I struggled, but slowly, as I found my breath again, the pain began to ebb away.
“It should only hurt like that the very first time,” Talor said softly, and despite my hatred of his alien race, I felt myself melt for him a little. He cared for my pain. He searched my face, waiting for a sign from me that I was ready to continue.
Finally, the sting faded away completely, and I was left feeling tingly with need.
I bobbed my hips up and down and he smirked. My pussy clenched around his length, its size spreading me wider than I’d ever imagined.
His eyes darkened and then I gasped as his cock grew even larger inside of me.
I whimpered at his size, his dick stretching me more than I had been prepared for and then he began to move. He was so big I thought I’d be speared in two.
It hurt, but I liked it. Residual pain from my virgin barrier came and went, intensifying the experience that much more.
He slammed into me again and again, the wet sound of his balls smacking my freshly spanked ass echoing throughout the room. I moaned, my body heating even further and then the little bullet between my legs roared to life.
My eyes rolled back in my head and I saw nothing but starry white flashes of ecstasy. My arms and legs burned with it and my pussy throbbed, clenching and milking his cock for all it was worth. My thighs quivered, struggling against my bonds, wanting to wrap around his waist so that he could fuck me deeper.
As though he could sense my need, his dick grew longer inside me, pounding me and fucking me as deep as I could take it. I shivered, I moaned. I cried out with my desire.
Fuck.
The vibrations that tortured my clit for so long continued, escalating with each passing second, forcing my body higher and higher into the clouds. The intensity increased slowly, tormenting me, making me shudder with need.
Talor’s cock took me deep, slamming into me with dominating force and I reacted violently to it, pleasure cascading through me like a riptide.
I threw my head back and moaned low and the bullet increased in strength once again.
I couldn’t hold back anymore. I was going to come, and I was going to come hard.
My limbs quivered.
My back arched.
“Have you been punished enough, Mya? Should I let you come? Maybe I should whip that disrespectful little ass of yours with my belt before I grant you release. Maybe I should make you suck my cock first. What do you think, my dirty little slut?” Talor whispered in my ear and I cried out with desire at his words.
“You wouldn’t dare whip me,” I responded breathlessly.
“Oh, I would. I wouldn’t hesitate for a second,” he replied, his smirk telling me that he was telling the truth. My ass checks clenched in response as I envisioned him forcing me down on my belly as he whipped my bare backside.
My clit pulsed at the thought.
“I need to come,” I begged.
“You want my belt, don’t you,” he observed out loud.
I didn’t answer because my body responded to his threat. Turned me on even more so than before. He fucked me harder and I whined.
“You like it when it hurts, Mya. I can tell,” Talor said, grunting as the girth of his cock widened, stretching me, hurting me with every last inch.
“Please,” I pleaded.
He gripped my hips roughly, his fingers digging into my skin and I knew I would wear his mark for some time, but I didn’t care. It made me feel wanted in a way I never have before.
The bullet paused, and I whimpered before it started again.
Dex moved toward my head and reached over my chest, gripping the nipple clamps before looking to Talor for direction.
The bullet ramped up again. Higher and higher, driving me crazy with need.
Talor fucked me harder than ever, stretching me roughly so that it hurt, but I didn’t care, I was fucking enjoying myself.
“Now,” he commanded and Dex ripped the clamps off my nipples.
My world exploded into a bright, shattering light and I threw my head back. My orgasm tore through me, my legs shaking, my muscles tensing hard and I screamed with pleasure.
Pain. Pleasure. Polar opposites, but at that moment I couldn’t tell one from another. My nipples burned as Dex toyed with them, sore in all the right ways. My clit pulsed, my pussy clenched, and I came harder than I had ever come in my life.
Talor pumped into me, grunting softly as my cunt tightened around his cock. I could feel every last ridge sliding into my channel and it was glorious.
The power of my orgasm was all-consuming. Burning. White hot in the brutality of its strength. It was so intense that my legs began to shake, and I could feel a second release coming in its wake. Talor groaned low and his grip tightened on my hips, and he took me deeper than ever.
His seed shot into my channel, pelting my insides with hot, passionate spurts.
I came again.
Burning pleasure blazed through my veins. Ecstasy like I’d never known washed over my limbs, my fingers and toes tingly with it. My core throbbed and my heart pounded in my chest.
Powerful. Consuming. Passionate.
I licked my lips, my eyes focusing on the man before me. He studied my face as he pulled out of me. I could feel his cum sliding out of my pussy, dripping down my thigh. Marking me as his.
I moaned, my throat raw.
Talor wiped off his cock with a cloth, before tucking himself away. I was almost sad to see it go. Dex’s hands grazed my shoulders.
His touch reminded me there where three more men waiting to take me.
Already sore, I wondered if I could. I wondered if they’d even give me a choice.
Unlikely.
The bullet buzzed lightly between my legs, endlessly teasing me, keeping my pleasure moments away from completion. I squirmed a little, delighting in the dirty feeling of enjoying cum dripping down my body.
Dex snapped his fingers and Robo moved me, requiring me to bend my legs as it brought my knees to my chest. I shivered as it forced me into position, obscenely presenting my pussy to him. My knees were spread so wide, I could feel the chilly air waft between my ass cheeks and I blushed in embarrassment.
Dex stood behind my head and he slid his hand up my shoulder and around my throat, tightening just enough to make me hyper aware of his presence. Gently, he squeezed, before letting go and walking around me, taking Talor’s place between my legs.
Staring at my freshly fucked cunt, he just sat there and smirked and I couldn’t help it as I clenched in response to his scrutiny.
“Such a filthy human. Dirty little slut,” he mused.
I mewled in shame and desire.
“Do you want me to fuck you too? Slide my cock into your pussy where another man’s cum has already marked you?” he asked.
I sighed with nervous anticipation.
“You want all of us to paint your body with our seed, don’t you?” Dex questioned further and I shivered at the implications of it.
It all felt so filthy, dirty, and wrong, but I was too aroused to convince myself I shouldn’t want it. My body was humming with pleasure and when Dex was promising more of it, how could I say no?
He touched the back of my thigh, drifting upward till he was grazing over the cleft of my ass. He gently removed the bullet with his other hand and passed it to Talor, before he turned back to me, his jaw set in a firm line.
“I’d even bet you’d like it if we fucked you here,” he said, while he lightly tapped over top of my asshole.
My eyes grew wide with embarrassment. He wouldn’t really take me there, would he? He couldn’t. It was far too filthy a thought. So why then was my pussy throbbing even harder at his mention of it?
“No. Please, don’t,” I begged.
“Don’t you lie to me, woman,” he scolded, as he took my pussy in his left hand. He gripped it hard, his palm plying my clit, his fingers teasing at my entrance.
“No,” I whined.
He slapped my pussy. Hard.
I shrieked out of shock, the sting radiating across my slick folds, but then something unexpected happened. The pain quickly molded into something more pleasurable, making my clit throb even harder against his palm.
He watched me closely.
And spanked my pussy again.
This time, I didn’t make a sound other than a quiet gasp. I knew what to expect this time and I relished the sting as it spread across my sensitive skin.
I welcomed it even.
He slapped my pussy a few more times before returning his attentions to my asshole.
I squirmed and the way Dex’s hand flittered back over my pussy made me pause. He gathered the wetness between my legs on his fingers and spread it over my bottom hole, gradually pushing harder and harder against my tight rim.
I struggled to stay still and whined as his finger breached into my back channel, the feeling foreign and slightly painful, yet strangely hypnotizing.
He pushed deeper, and I shut my eyes, focusing on the sensation of his touch in the last place I’d ever have expected it.
“Bad girls get fucked here,” he whispered, and I shivered with arousal.
It sounded so wrong, like I should be ashamed of myself for even thinking about what it would feel like. If it would turn me on, if I could come from such a filthy act.
I swallowed anxiously, envisioning his cock stuffed deep in my ass as he fingered me there and my body heated to a feverish level. I chewed my bottom lip as I tried to force back the moan that was brewing at the tip of my tongue. My clit throbbed and my pussy pulsed, wanting more, needing more.
I should be ashamed for enjoying this.
But I couldn’t bring myself to be. Instead, that moan I had been holding back finally escaped me, making me keenly aware of how much I was truly enjoying myself.
Even then, I realized my hips were beginning to move back and forth in tune with his movements, his finger working in and out of my asshole slowly, deliberately.