by Sara Fields
“You’re not allowed to come till I say, and if you don’t, I’ll have to punish you,” Roan whispered in my ear and I couldn’t help but moan in response. Xandaar grinned as though he heard everything.
“If she disobeys, will we all have a chance to spank that ass of hers?” Zac said excitedly, and I stilled.
“She’ll go over my knee first,” Roan countered, an evil grin plastered on his face.
“If I come, you’ll punish me?” I asked quietly and Roan chuckled.
Xandaar leaned down, his tongue snaking forward to glide across my greedy bud and I shuddered with ecstasy. I didn’t know how long I’d be able to hold back. I was already extremely sensitive from Roan’s attentions, having already come twice, and now Zac, Xandaar, and Taraik were all looking at me like they were next.
Fucked by four aliens in a single day. I should be ashamed to even think about wanting that.
Xandaar’s tongue began to move more insistently, circling my clit faster and more intensely than before. His lips suckled on it, and I keened loudly, unable to hide just how much I was enjoying his attentions. He licked, sucked and his fingers played around my entrance. My core throbbed with need. Even though I had come twice already, I wanted to come again.
“Please,” I begged, my pleasure slicing through my core like a hot knife through butter.
He pinched my thigh and I yelped, my thighs shaking with need.
His mouth sucked my clit hard and my hips arched toward him. My legs trembled, trying to close even though they were bound wide open. I felt dirty and yet still, oddly sexy as he teased me with his tongue.
“I can’t,” I whispered, moaning softly under my breath, my need edging higher and higher, quickly getting away from me despite my want to control it.
“Remember, naughty little humans get their asses spanked, then fucked,” Roan whispered in my ear and in that moment, my body reacted with a violence like I could have never have expected.
His warning made me hotter and despite my efforts not to, I could feel my release take over me. I screamed, I moaned, and I shook beneath Xandaar and when my orgasm finally calmed, he removed his mouth and replaced it with his cock.
He fucked me just as hard as Roan did, his dick owning my already well-used and well-fucked channel for his own delight. My body still trembled with orgasm, and his touch played me like a violin, forcing more pleasure to rise within me, despite all my efforts to resist.
“Oh, God, please, Xandaar,” I begged, and his tempo increased, the wet sounds of our fucking echoing around us. My eyes lifted, focusing on the three other Vakarrans watching and there was little I could do to fight the rising tide within me.
He spurred forward, curling his hips upward at the last second so that his massive girth rubbed up against my g-spot and I knew once again that I was going to come.
I could feel his thighs tremble against the back of mine and he grunted once, then twice before he pulled out. His hot cum spurted up onto my torso, painting my belly and breasts with his mark. It was then I noticed that it was the color of lavender. Odd.
“The data suggests that she is extremely responsive to clitoral stimulation,” Xandaar purred and I blushed at his words. The four aliens looked down at me in delight.
“Fucking perfect,” Taraik whispered and my skin tingled with delight.
Zac grinned and when Xandaar moved away, he took his place next.
“Fancy meeting you here,” he said jokingly, and I couldn’t help but giggle a little at his words. He looked down at me with a certain happiness and it felt contagious. His goofy demeanor helped put me at ease and focus on the pulsing pleasure in my limbs.
He undid his pants and his lean, lanky cock jutted in my direction. His hands curled around my bent knees, sliding down to drift across the rampant wetness leaking from my core. Seeing it covered with Xandaar’s and Roan’s cum, he didn’t seem disgusted or turned off; instead, it seemed to fascinate him.
“Look at your skin glow. Your human flesh likes our seed, it seems,” Zac observed, his grin lopsided and his gaze curious. Using his fingers, he spread it across my skin, making me tingle with excitement. I almost forgot I was bound to the chair then, laid open for him to fuck. Something about that was comforting. I didn’t have to choose. He could just take me because he wanted to.
I just had to feel. That was my only role. I was there for them to use.
Somewhere, deep inside me, that pleased me. Although I would never admit it.
His cock slid easily into my pussy and I moaned, not expecting the sudden intrusion. Even though his demeanor was easy-going, the way he fucked was dominating. His cock grew large within me, stretching me, claiming my pleasure as his once more. Like the others, only he moved impossibly fast, forcing my already tender pussy to come once, then again, until at last, he painted my breasts with his cum too.
He leaned in, kissing me softly on the lips before meeting my eyes.
“A smile looks beautiful on you. I’ll make sure we put one on you more often,” he said with a wink. His demeanor was friendly, and it set me at ease. I grinned wider and he beamed, before moving away and allowing Taraik to take his place.
At first, he didn’t say anything, instead taking my nipples and pinching them, squeezing them until they were tender.
“What are you doing?” I asked, breathless from the effort of holding back my sounds of pleasure, of pain, I wasn’t really sure anymore.
“Preparing you,” he murmured. “You like pain, and I aim to let you experience as much as you need so that your nightmares stay away for a long, long time, little dove.”
He stuffed his hand in his pocket and took out a silver chain, connected by two silver claws on each end. Slowly, he reached his hand forward, holding one claw open toward my nipple. Almost as if my body was betraying me, the rosy bud hardened for him and I tried to get away, but held fast by my bounds as I was, the resistance was useless. The cuffs were metal, although they were lined with soft fabric, and they didn’t allow enough give for me to free a single one of my limbs.
I watched almost in horror as the silver claw descended over my breast, capturing my nipple in its sharp talons. I screeched as the sting descended over me, an intense ache that somehow shot straight to my clit, making my pussy clench in response.
He moved to clamp the other bud and I struggled, but the claw inevitably closed down over my other breast and my eyes rolled back in my head, a low moan escaping my throat at the tender pain that raced through me.
“You need this, baby. You need to be punished,” he rumbled, and I nodded, knowing he was right.
He took the chain in his fingers and pulled it forward, taking my breasts with it. I arched my back as much as I could, but the pain still pierced me for a split second before it quickly molded into something more pleasurable.
“Taraik,” I begged, my knees wavering as I tried to close my legs, knowing that his treatment was making me wetter than ever and that he could probably see every inch of it.
His fingers swirled in the wet cum on my belly, before he lifted his hand and placed it at my lips.
“Open.”
I obeyed, his finger smearing the cum from three alien men onto my tongue. Immediately, the flavors of berries washed over my tongue and I gasped unexpectedly. Strawberries, blackberries, raspberries, and blueberries, melded together in a delicious mixture that let me breathless for more. The act felt dirty and filthy, but I didn’t care. I wanted more of it. I almost begged him for it. Almost.
He pulled his hand away and I moaned in disappointment. He chuckled.
His fingers explored my body, his exploration slow and steady and incredibly thorough. He kissed, touched, and teased every inch of my skin, swirling alien cum into my flesh in the process. He worked his way up my inner thighs, taking the time to play with my clit using the tip of his tongue. Boldly, he met my eyes while he was doing it and I shuddered with shame.
He drew back, placing his palm directly over my pussy.
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“Such a dirty little cunt. Fucked by three men and still you want more,” he said softly, and I trembled with embarrassment, feeling my cheeks grow red hot with it.
He slapped my folds, harder than Roan had done and I keened with surprise. Pain ricocheted through me, quickly turning to pleasure in a matter of seconds.
“Please don’t,” I begged, but he ignored me, slapping my pussy a handful more times until I was sure it was cherry red, but what surprised me was the fact that it made me hotter. Something about the way he was causing me pain turned me on.
“I’m going to wear this pussy out,” he murmured, and I moaned softly. God, I hoped he would already. My hips jerked toward him, wanting to be filled to the brim with his alien cock. I wanted to be fucked and I wanted it to be hard. I wanted it to hurt.
“Please, punish me,” I begged.
He took my chin in his fingers, leaving me breathless.
“Bad girls like you, little dove, get punished, good and fucking hard,” he whispered, and my entire body ached for him.
Quickly, he freed his massive purple alien cock and pumped it into me, not asking to fuck me, instead just taking me as he desired. Once he was inside me, his cock grew larger and wider, stretching me each moment he was inside of me. It was gradual, but it never allowed my body to get used to his size, which made it all the rougher. He made his cock largest of all and I adored him for it even as I cried out from the pain of it.
He didn’t show me mercy. In fact, he fucked me the hardest of the four, and despite the soreness in my aching pussy, I wanted it. I needed it.
His hard cock massaged my channel, forcing one reluctant orgasm after the next until I was nearly delirious from pleasure. Driven wild with passion, I lost count of how many times I came. My skin buzzed with electricity, my core throbbed painfully, and with every stroke of his cock, my clit pulsed with ecstasy. My throat was raw from my screams and tears leaked from the sides of my eyes, but I didn’t care. I took every last inch of him and loved it all.
I felt my peak take a hold of me and at the exact same time, he ripped the clamps off my nipples and I screamed with pleasure and pain. Ecstasy and hurt. It was glorious in its entirety and my orgasm went on and on, my legs shaking and my core quaking from the intensity of it. I didn’t know when it started or when it stopped. I knew nothing but pleasure.
By the time I felt his hot cum coat the insides of my pussy, I was trembling from the force of it all. Aftershocks quaked my body and I could hardly stay still, my fingers and legs shaking with the power of the ecstasy they had given me.
Completely overwhelmed with it all, I realized that they had done what they set out to do. In that moment, I was free.
Gone was the terror of what had happened to me. Gone were the feelings of black icy numbness that I used to hide within. Instead, the only thing left was the incredible feeling of passion racing through my veins, holding me utterly and completely in its grasp. My breath drew in and out of my lungs and my entire body tingled. I was thoroughly consumed by it and it was glorious.
My eyes fluttered open and closed and four pairs of arms worked to free me from the chair. In no time at all, I was surrounded in a blanket and whisked out of the medical tent. I closed my eyes and opened them sometime later, realizing I was tucked back into the bed in their tent. I noticed haphazardly that the sheets had been cleaned in my absence.
Maybe being the captive of four Vakarrans wouldn’t be so bad after all.
My eyes slid closed once again and I knew no more.
Chapter Five
Taraik
I watched her sleep for a good few hours after that. Watched the angelic expression on her face, untarnished by her scars from the past. After we’d taken her for the first time, her eyes had been clear, free from the pain of whatever memories were destroying her from within.
Xandaar went off to prepare his supplement mixture for her and Zac sat beside me, watching her too. Roan checked in with our superior officers, deciding that for now, he wasn’t going to report her existence just yet. We wanted more time with her and I was afraid if the higher-ups learned of her true identity, they’d try to make a public example of her and I wasn’t sure she was mentally prepared for something like that just yet. We had a lot more work to do in order to make her whole again.
I’d always had a mental aptitude for sensing and reading people’s emotions. It was an ability that few Vakarrans were blessed with, and I believed it was passed down through my bloodline. My father had it, as well as my grandfather and I hadn’t really found a good use for it until now. I could read Danika better than anyone, even amongst the four of us. I knew she’d had some terrible experiences and blamed herself for them. Those human men had broken her, and I just wanted to put her back together, make her whole again. I wanted to understand her and make those dark feelings disappear forever, but she had to let us inside. And in order to do that, I had to understand what had broken her in the first place.
Pleasure was one way into her head. Pain was another. She seemed to enjoy both, which was an interesting combination, because I did too. I like it when a woman squirmed beneath me, when she begged me to take her hard, like I really wanted to. I liked to see my mark on a woman’s body, be it on her breasts, her ass, or her pussy, but what I liked most was getting into their heads and I wanted into Danika’s. I wanted to know what made her tick, what made her such a little fighter, and what tore her apart and shattered her to pieces. I wanted to put her back together and make her mine, once and for all.
For that, she’d have to learn to trust us.
For hours I watched her sleep, contemplating my next move. As she lay naked in my bed, her shiny brunette hair sweeping out in a wave behind her, I admired her pale skin, finally unmarred from what those monsters had done. No more bruises, just beautiful porcelain skin. She was a little skinny, but under our care, she’d gain some weight and have a healthy glow once again.
I sent Zac off in search of food for her, and when he finally returned, he had a massive plate of bread, cheese, and fruit, plus a bottle of wine. Even I licked my lips at seeing what he brought. The smell of food must have jostled her awake, because I saw her stretch and yawn in my peripheral vision.
I got up and went to check on her, bringing along a comb from the nightstand. I sat beside her and took her long locks in my hands. She flinched at first, before blinking and looking back at me with fear until she realized it was me. I took her shoulders and gently turned her back toward me, combing the tangles from her hair. I brushed it until it shone, and she was sighing with pleasure, before I kissed the top of her head and lifted her from the bed.
“Come now, let’s get some food in your system,” I said.
I sat down beside the table and deposited her on my knee. She turned back toward me and studied me. I could read her apparent suspicion in her body language then, knew inherently something was different in her once again. I knew then that she was going to begin rebelling, pushing boundaries until she realized how far she could push us. Subconsciously, she wanted to experience a true punishment, to see how bad it could get for her. I was instantly on high alert, knowing she wasn’t ready for something like that yet. I knew we’d have to start slow. A simple move of discipline. My palm twitched in anticipation.
“Why are you being so nice to me. You’re Vakarran. Isn’t it your job to make me your sex toy or something? Beat me into submission if I don’t call you Master?” she scoffed, and I couldn’t hide my smirk at her admirable attempt at goading me into action.
“Why, do you want us to?” Zac joked, his voice light and the smile on his lips giving away his always apparent sense of humor.
“I don’t care for unnecessary brutality,” Xandaar responded.
“Why do you think we would hurt you?” Roan asked, raising his one eyebrow with curiosity.
She was quiet for a long time, trying to pick her words carefully. She was hiding something, I knew that much. My little dove had plenty of secrets in
that head of hers and I intended to learn them all.
“Well, that’s what the rumors always said. That the Vakarrans were conquerors and they’d kill anyone in their path to get it,” she whispered softly, her lower lip pouting just the slightest bit as she stared at the plate of food. Her stomach growled audibly, and I reached for a piece of cheese myself, bringing it toward her. She went to take it from my fingers, but I gently smacked her fingers away. Instead, I brought it to her lips, forcing her to take it from me and establishing my dominance over her in that moment.
She was so hungry, she didn’t really fight me and let her hands fall to her sides. I fed her, bit by bit as Roan told her a little about our species and our history. How that during an invasion, things were different than an occupation. How it didn’t do us any good to damage our human women, because then we wouldn’t have them to carry our young.
“Not every Vakarran feels like us though, Danika, so it’s important you stay here with us and you listen to what we say,” I said, and she stiffened in my arms.
“I don’t listen to anyone,” she argued, and I chuckled. Oh, yeah. Definitely pushing the boundaries. Roan’s eyes flickered with excitement for a second.
“Don’t fight us, Danika, it will only end badly for you,” I warned. She shivered, entirely naked in my arms and I couldn’t help but notice how her nipples hardened at my threat. Interesting… I’d have to explore that even more.
I took one hand and rubbed it up and down her left thigh, while continuing to feed her with my right.
“Roan, we’re going to have to report her eventually. We can’t keep her hiding in this tent forever. Someone will find her, or she’s going to disobey us and end up being discovered. She’s a Stryke and with that, Commander Nix will want to personally see to her training or maybe he’ll even want to see her punished himself,” I said, using my link. Roan stiffened, and I knew he feared such a prospect as well.
“We’re going to have to train her ourselves. Teach her to obey us in all things, no matter what,” he answered.