by Sara Fields
“Yes. I need to be punished, sir,” I murmured.
And I needed it all. I needed to feel all four of my Vakarrans’ hands on me. I needed to feel the harshness of their touch, needed to feel their cocks deep in between my legs. I needed to be reminded of their power over me. I needed to know I was safe again. With them. Forever.
I wanted it all.
I stared at my hands, unsure, but Taraik took them within his grasp.
“It’s time you felt our belts, little dove. Come now. Climb up on the bed and lift your dress for us,” he commanded.
I obeyed. In that moment, he knew what I needed more than I did, and I trusted him in that. Slowly, he helped me climb over a small mound of pillows, meant to lift my hips up for punishment.
Slowly, I reached down and lifted the hem of my dress, creeping the fabric higher and higher until at last, my ass was bare to my captors.
Instead of immediate punishment, the four of them touched my skin gently, squeezing and pinching at my flesh, enough to make my core begin to throb with desire, rather than fear. My pussy pulsed, anticipating the events that were about to occur.
“Spread your legs, little dove,” Taraik demanded and I did as he asked, knowing that the four of them would see just how wet I was becoming, just how much of my arousal was beginning to drip down my thigh.
“I…” I attempted to explain, but Roan quickly shushed me.
“Spread your cheeks and lift your hips. Give us a better look at that pretty wet cunt,” Roan demanded. I moaned in response.
“Please,” I begged.
“Now,” Roan said firmly. I knew better than to disobey then.
With a cry, I reached back and gripped the cheeks of my ass, spreading myself for my men so they could see the entirety of my pussy and the shameful pucker of my asshole. Not a single inch of my body was safe from their perusal, and now that was more than blatantly clear. I whimpered as they stared, knowing that they could see just how turned on I was.
Instead of saying a single word, the four of them dragged their fingers along my wetness. I cried out in shame, knowing that they’d discovered my humiliating reaction.
“You want the belt, I think,” Roan said, and I shook my head in denial.
“Liar,” Taraik replied and I knew he could sense it. He was right. No matter how hard I tried to deny it, I’d been curious for a good long while to experience what a real punishment at their hands would be like and now that it had come to fruition, I was insanely nervous to receive it.
Then, I heard the sound of someone shuffling through the drawer by the bed and I stiffened, still holding the cheeks of my ass wide apart because I hadn’t been told to stop.
“Xandaar, why don’t you put the plug in her ass, before we punish her,” Roan suggested, and I shuddered at the implication of his words.
In no time at all, a slippery cool liquid was spread over my asshole and one of them pressed a thick finger into my tight rim, spreading the lubricant in and around my channel. I moaned with mortification, but none of them paid me any mind. I wasn’t in control anymore. They were.
I knew I’d earned this, but still, I was incredibly nervous about not knowing what was to come. I imagined the lash of their belts would hurt, but my pussy only throbbed in anticipation. There was something about being hurt by my Vakarrans that turned me on. There was no doubt about that.
Time and time again, when I’d been forced over their knees, my ass bared and punished, inevitably, my pussy moistened, and I begged to fuck them afterward, no matter if my discipline made me cry or moan in arousal.
I was a fucking mess. I didn’t understand my reactions at all.
My body betrayed my mind at every turn.
Suddenly, a cool, blunt object pressed at the entrance to my back channel, wet and lubricated in order to take my ass without objection.
The hard point pushed into my tight pucker and I tried to fight it, but Xandaar’s strength pushing into me was relentless. The point was narrow, but then the plug gradually widened, stretching my ass larger and larger until I was sure I would tear in two, and yet still, it continued. Wider and wider it spread me, diving deeper into my depths than I’d even thought possible.
I cried, I struggled, but my Vakarrans held me in place. My fingers moved, desperate to release my hold on my backside.
“Don’t you dare release those naughty cheeks of yours,” Roan commanded, and I cried out with embarrassment. He leaned in and kissed my cheek. “I can see how much wetter your cunt is, now that we’ve begun to lay claim to that pretty asshole.”
I moaned with shame.
“You want to be punished, don’t you, little dove,” Taraik whispered.
“Yes,” I answered, my pussy clenching, desperate for more.
“Open for me,” Xandaar demanded. “Take this entire plug deep in your ass and let us know that you’re ready for us to whip this tight little ass for your insolence.”
His words nearly made me shudder with pleasure.
I struggled to spread my cheeks wider, to push back against the plug assaulting my backside and finally, at last, I felt the plug pop into place inside me.
“Release,” Zac said, and I obeyed, increasingly aware of the fact that the base of the plug spread my cheeks just as much as if I was pulling them open myself.
“Now, up on your knees. I want you to go around and unbuckle each of our belts, fold them in half, and place them in our hands. After you do this, I want you ask us to punish your naughty ass as we see fit,” Roan commanded.
My breath whooshed out of my lungs. I didn’t obey at first, and Roan’s palm smacked my right cheek and I cried out, the sting sharp and the message clear. Submit, or your punishment will be far worse.
So, I obeyed. As much as I was reluctant to obey, somewhere deep down inside, I wanted to do so. My body wanted to submit, but my mind was fighting against it.
Slowly, I rose to my knees and began with Roan, slowly sliding his belt through the clasp and free from the confines of his combat pants. The gentle whooshing sound echoed in my ears and when I placed it in his hands, my stomach thumped nervously. Next, I moved on to Taraik, then Xandaar, and then Zac. Each time, my pussy clenched as leather slid against leather. Roan snapped his belt and I shivered, my legs trembling with anticipation and desire.
Once I had handed all four of them their implements, I laid back down over the pillows and arched my back, presenting my ass for them. They gently touched my skin and I jumped. Taraik leaned and pressed a kiss to my cheek.
“This is to remind you how much we adore you, little dove. The four of us love you and we’re never going to let you go, no matter what. You’re our woman now. Got it?” Taraik whispered.
“Yes, sir,” I responded, my ass clenching nervously.
Roan, Xandaar, and Zac murmured their agreement. My heart felt warm, my defenses falling to them, opening up to receive their love.
I pressed my hands forward and lifted my hips. Roan took his belt and laid it across my cheeks and I breathed in a sharp lungful of air. It was cool, lying on my skin. With time, the leather warmed to my body heat.
“Ready, Danika?” Roan asked, his voice calm with a hint of concern.
I nodded.
The leather left my ass and I heard it swish through the air. The sound of it smacking against my skin echoed loudly and I let out all my air in a single gasp. It took several seconds, but when the fiery burn finally hit me, I didn’t breathe for a good long moment.
When I finally did, the pain soared through my system, quickly intertwining into something much more pleasurable, shooting straight to my clit and forcing it to throb with desire. I moaned low in my throat and another lash of the belt whipped across my ass.
The four of them alternated, each one laying a stripe across my punished cheeks. The belt hurt, but it was done in a way that was clearly having an extremely strong arousing effect over me. And I’m sure they knew it. I’m sure they could see the wetness dripping down my thighs. M
y efforts to keep my legs closed seemed futile. Each time the leather whipped against my skin, my thighs inevitably drifted apart, giving them a very clear view of my pussy.
While it was incredibly shameful and dirty to imagine them staring at my naked flesh, it also turned me on. I honestly couldn’t wait for one of them to take me from behind, to fuck me hard like they always did.
Four belt strikes. One after the other, creeping down my ass to the tops of my thighs. The ones on my legs smarted more than the others, but then they would pause and massage my punished flesh. Their touch was like wild fire, sending blazing tingles up and down my skin, turning me on more with each passing second.
If this continued, I was afraid I might internally combust.
Soon, my hips were lifting up and down in anticipation of the lash. My legs were drifting further and further apart, and I could feel my nipples hardening against the comforter beneath me. My blood was rushing through my veins, pumped full of desire and the need for more. I was so hot.
The plug in my ass felt filthy, raunchy even. Good girls didn’t get things put in their ass, but I didn’t care. In fact, I think it made my pleasure peak even higher.
Finally, when I thought I couldn’t take any more, I heard the belts drop to the floor and four pairs of hands descended onto my skin. Fingers wove in and out of my wet folds, kneading my flesh, circling my clit, teasing me with the promise for more.
I moaned when Xandaar gripped the plug and pumped in and out of my asshole, forcing my focus entirely on my captors and what they were doing to my body. They pinched and prodded me, forcing me high up on my hands and knees so that they could play with not only my pussy, but also my breasts. They squeezed my nipples hard and I cried out, only to be rewarded with sharp stingy slaps to the underside of my breasts.
“Look at this soaking wet cunt. Our little dove likes to be punished,” Taraik observed and I shivered with my shame.
His palm pressed up against my wet folds and I squeaked nervously.
“Such a naughty pussy deserves to be punished too, don’t you think?” he added, and I moaned with arousal.
His palm left my flesh and came back down, sharply spanking my soaked mound. The pain was exquisite and at once, my clit throbbed sharply in response.
“More,” I pleaded and Taraik chuckled behind me.
“Lift your hips, little dove. Show me every inch of that cunt, so I can make sure it receives the dose of punishment it deserves.”
I shuddered with desire and obeyed. I spread my legs wide, arched my back, and presented my wet folds to him. My pussy clenched, clearly eager to experience pain and pleasure mixed as one as soon as possible.
His palm cupped my mound, and the pads of his fingers brushed against my clit. I breathed a shaky breath, wondering if I’d be given permission to orgasm soon.
“Ten,” Taraik said.
I simply moaned.
Nine more to go.
His touch left mine, slapping back down on sensitive flesh. My skin blazed at first, but it quickly morphed into ecstasy. I couldn’t wait for him to spank my pussy again.
He slapped my folds in a quick succession then, and I was left breathless with want.
“Hand me a belt. She’ll take the last five with leather,” Taraik demanded and I moaned with arousal. The thought of leather striking against my clit left me incredibly nervous, but impossibly turned on.
I stilled, waiting.
In no time at all, the familiar feeling of leather tapped against my pussy. My ass still on fire and with my folds about to experience the same burn, I started to feel anxious. Could I take it? Would he make me beg for mercy? Would this be a true punishment?
“Do you trust me, little dove?” Taraik asked.
I did. I knew he wouldn’t truly hurt me.
“Say it,” he commanded.
“I trust you, sir,” I replied, my voice shaky with want.
“Good girl. If you behave, I might just let you come,” he said, and I trembled.
The belt left my skin and with just enough force to make my skin burn, it slapped against it. The effect on my body was instantaneous and my passion throbbed all the harder. I was so turned on that it wasn’t painful and mostly just arousing.
“Each one is going to get harder, love,” he explained, and I bit my lip.
The second and third hurt a little bit more, but not overwhelmingly so.
“Fuck,” I whispered, quickly becoming overwhelmed by my desire for more.
My pussy throbbed, still awaiting the fourth and fifth slaps with the belt and seemingly still seconds away from orgasm.
Taraik’s fingers dipped into my entrance, sliding easily through the wetness slipping down my thighs.
“Do you like it when I spank your naughty cunt?” he asked, and I moaned with embarrassment. “Be honest, or else I won’t let you come.”
“Yes, sir. I like it when you punish me there,” I responded with a whine, knowing that I couldn’t lie about it. I needed to come, and I was beginning to get desperate. I would do anything if he would allow me release.
“Two more,” he said and at once, the belt smacked my wet flesh, the moist sound echoing throughout the room and I gasped at the force of it. Much harder than the previous ones, the sting was sharper, and the burn lasted much longer, before it spread outward, heating my body and stoking my arousal.
“You want to come?” he asked.
“Please,” I begged.
He tapped the belt on my clit.
“You may come with this last stroke of the belt,” he commanded, and my pussy clenched with excitement. There was little I could do to contain my excitement. I’d been given permission to come and I wasn’t going to waste it. I lifted my hips as high as I could.
Tap. Tap. Tap. The belt teased my clit. He rubbed it up and down my flesh, torturing me with every passing second.
“Ready?” he asked.
“Yes,” I pleaded.
The belt slapped my pussy, hard and forceful but I was too far gone to experience any pain whatsoever. White-hot pleasure sliced through me, ecstasy so strong that I had a hard time keeping myself up on all fours. My Vakarrans reached for me, supporting me while their fingers explored my body and I shook with my release.
My pussy clenched around empty air and my ass cheeks pressed together, reminding me of the punishment plug still deep in my channel. I felt so naughty and so properly punished and thinking of the belt hitting my ass only fueled my orgasm higher and higher.
I felt like I had stepped into the light. My passionate desire raced through my veins, causing my muscles to tremble and my moans to race from my lips. My hips rocked back and forth; I needed to be fucked, and fucked hard.
I didn’t have to wait long. Roan picked me up by the waist, flipped me around as though I was as light as a feather. He’d undone his combat pants and his cock was there, hard and pulsing just for me. I licked my lips, suddenly ravenous to have him inside me.
His kiss demanded my attention, his tongue slinking between my lips to curl with my own and I opened for him. My legs wound around his waist, and I rocked my hips against his, showing him just how eager I was to have him fuck me.
He chuckled at my forwardness, but he didn’t scold me. Instead, he rocked his hips with mine, rubbing his cock up and down my very wet and very punished folds.
I shivered at its heat. His member lengthened and widened in girth and I wanted to ride it. I was eager for every long inch to press inside my entrance, to take me as he desired.
He lifted me up and Taraik pulled at the plug in my ass, dragging it out slowly so I experienced the burning, stretching sensation all over again. I whined at the feeling, but he never relented, his dominance over my body complete.
When the plug finally slipped out of my ass, it was replaced by the head of his cock. Roan’s pressed at the entrance to my pussy and at once, both men began to enter me at the same time. I squirmed, nervous that I might split in two, but I didn’t. My body slowly opened
, allowing two massive alien cocks inside me at once, one in my pussy, the other in my ass.
They both owned my body then, consuming me completely with their lengths and I couldn’t stop the moan from leaving my throat. Nothing about their total possession of my body was gentle. They pressed steadily into me, moving inside me without allowing my body to get used to their size. Roan’s teeth grazed against my shoulder, feral and powerful in its touch. Taraik’s fingers gripped around my hipbones, forceful and tight, leaving no question in my mind that he was going to take my ass and take it hard.
I felt their cocks throb inside my holes, felt them widen and stretch me farther than I ever thought possible.
Then they really began to fuck me. Hard and fast, just like I loved. It hurt. It was rough, but I didn’t care. My pussy clenched with passion and my body heated feverishly, only again on the precipice of orgasm, seconds away from a powerful release that was likely to drive my head into the clouds. My muscles tensed, anticipating my pleasure and I cried at out the power of it.
In and out. Two cocks at once. It was filthy and wrong, but so right. I loved every second of it. I wanted more. I never wanted it to stop.
My body sang. Every single inch of it. My nipples peaked and my clit throbbed.
Roan’s hips slammed into mine, the pressure too much for my needy bud to handle.
I screamed with pleasure as my release washed over me. A tidal wave of ecstasy, too strong for me to fight, cascaded over my body and I shivered at its intensity. I moaned. I cried with it, but I took it all. Every last inch of their cocks inside my body owned me completely, lightning rods of pleasure that controlled my desire.
I loved it all.
I came once, then twice before I felt their shafts pulse inside me. Both Roan’s and Taraik’s thighs shook slightly before their hot seed thrust up inside me, bathing my channels with their essence. It was hot and sticky and made every square inch of my body tingle with pleasure. Its power was strong enough to send me into the throes of a third orgasm before they let me down.