Capturing Carmen

by K. A Knight

  She is ours and for their actions they will die.

  27

  Carmen

  A potent mix of excitement and unease has been growing in my belly since yesterday. Vrid had warned me that other Klans could challenge my Klan for ownership of me, but now that it’s happening, I don’t know how to feel. Part of me is so fucking aroused it’s not even funny. The image of my Klan fighting to protect me, to keep me, makes my pussy clench with need. But I need to calm her down, the Klan has much more important things to do today than fuck me.

  As they go through a pre-battle warm up downstairs, posing in various fighting stances like fucked up alien yoga, I sneak back up to the snarflyn and lie down on the bed. Ryx’s robe, which I’ve come accustomed to wearing, now splays open, exposing my tits to the cool air. My nipples peak and I bring my hands up to play with them, unable to help myself with the need pouring through me.

  I close my eyes, tugging my nipples, as images of my Klan tearing apart the one that tried to steal me yesterday play through my mind. The bloodshed, the possessiveness makes my cunt begin to ache, so I abandon one of my nipples, sneaking my hand under my robe to touch myself. I bend my knees up and my legs fall to the sides, my slit already wet with my cream. I swirl my finger around in my arousal and begin to circle my clit, which is already swollen and throbbing.

  I tease myself, barely grazing my nub, wanting to prolong how good this feels, and my breathing picks up as I fight to hold myself back. A wanton moan escapes my lips when I directly touch my clit. Not a moment later, I hear the loud footsteps of my Klan mates lumber into the suite.

  “Care to watch?” I tease, continuing to play with my pussy as their ragged breathing fills the air.

  “Mine,” they growl in tandem. A second later, something thin yet hard, like a rope, wraps around my wrists and ankles.

  “What the fuck?” I open my eyes and find the tails of all four of my mates securing my limbs. I try to wiggle from their grasps, but they are just too strong.

  “No one touches what’s ours, little one, not even you,” Kronk growls, his horns and eyes black as he stares down at me.

  “If it’s pleasure you seek, ask one of your mates,” Ryx orders. “You know we are all at your beck and call, especially Kronk over there.”

  Kronk levels Ryx with a glare.

  “What?” Ryx replies innocently, his hands up in the air.

  “If you’re not gonna finish me off, then will you please let me go?” I hiss, aggravated that they’ve denied me my orgasm.

  I was so fucking close.

  “I don’t know,” Ryx muses, swirling his finger around my nipple, but not touching it. “You were a bad girl, playing with something that doesn’t belong to you. What do you think, Vrid?”

  “Well, it would be a shame to let all that cream leaking from her cunt go to waste and I am hungry.” I groan as Vrid mimics Ryx, circling my nipple with the lightest of touches, making me arch off the bed, chasing his touch. “Do you think she has earned her right to come, Kronk?”

  Kronk growls in response and my pussy clenches on nothing, needing to be full. “Just look at how needy her cunt is. Your little wet hole is pulsing. If I just had something that would fit in there…”

  “You can’t”—grunt—“be fucking serious!” I shout between groans as I attempt to free myself.

  “I’m afraid we are, little mate.” Kronk tightens his grip on my ankle with his tail, pulling my leg even wider. “It seems another punishment is in order. But first…a taste.”

  I feel all their tails pulling my limbs firmly, just on this side of pain, which only makes it that much hotter, ensuring I can’t move as Kronk dips his face between my legs.

  “Yes,” I moan when his hot breath fans my pussy. “Oh, God, yes.” I hold my head up and catch Kronk’s dark eyes as he extends his tongue and licks up my slit.

  “Mmm,” he groans, before standing back up. “How is it possible that she can taste this good? Xal have you had a taste?”

  Xal merely growls, the vibrations from his deep tones tingling my sensitive clit.

  “More.” My voice comes out raspy, needy, but I don’t fucking care. If I don’t come, I think I might combust, bursting into flames right on this fucking bed.

  Xal bends down and sniffs my core. “Mine,” he grunts, before wrapping his lips around my clit and sucking hard.

  “Ahh! Yes!” My hips buck into his face, then he pulls away. A whimper escapes my lips, the sensations overwhelming. Ryx and Vrid tease my breasts, squeezing them, but never touching my nipples which is what I fucking need.

  “My turn.” Ryx grins and allows Xal to take over holding my wrist, then he squats between my legs. “Just look at this perfect, pink pussy. My mate is leaking arousal all over the bed, that will not do, it’s much too delicious to waste.” Ryx’s dark eyes gleam as he inserts a finger inside me. I groan and toss my head back in ecstasy. “Does that feel good, little mate? Do you like it when I fuck you with my fingers?”

  “I like it when you fuck me with anything,” I reply honestly, as he works his fingers in and out of me ever so slowly. “Tails, fingers—ahh—tongues, cocks—Oh fuck yes. I’ll take anything.”

  “I thought you’d say that.” I cry out when he swipes up my slit with his textured tongue, then swirls it around my clit.

  “Oh, God, yes!” My orgasm grows hot and deep in my belly, but before it can mature, Ryx steps away. “Ryx! What the fuck?”

  “Vrid, come take a look at her cunt, I want a clinician’s opinion on what is happening here,” Ryx says. Vrid smirks and gives my wrist to Kronk’s open hand. Vrid rubs his hands together and licks his plump lips as he saunters to the end of the bed.

  “What can I help you with, Ryx?”

  “Well, you see her pussy right here?” Ryx flicks my clit and I gasp at the contact.

  “This?” Vrid mimics Ryx, gliding his finger over my nub.

  “Please, I’m sorry. Just let me come!” The words tumble from my mouth in my desperation.

  “Mm-hmm.” Ryx cups his chin in thought. “Do you have anything that can stimulate her there?”

  “I need to do one test to make sure I have the right devices.” Vrid uses his thumbs to spread my lips then begins to fuck me with his tongue.

  “Holy fuck.” I’m so turned on, my thighs are shaking with my impending orgasm. Having his tongue inside my pussy puts me on the fucking edge, but just like the rest of them, he stops before I can come.

  Angry tears well in my eyes. “Okay, I get what you’re trying to prove here,” I cry out.

  “I don’t think you do, little one.” Kronk grips my chin and tilts my head to ensure I’m looking at him, only him. “Your orgasms are ours to give, a gift from your mates. Should you need a release, ask. Between the four of us, one of us will likely be available, and since you took the pleasure away from us, we will make you suffer.”

  “But the fight—” I start but Kronk cuts me off.

  “Yes, you will suffer there too.” He glances down at Ryx and Vrid, giving them a curt nod.

  “What are you doing?” I question, when they dig through a dresser of sorts in the corner of the room. I crane my neck, trying to glimpse what they are pulling from it.

  “Teaching our little mate another lesson.” Ryx holds up two small metal things in his hands I haven’t seen before. Vrid follows him, hiding his find from my view.

  “Wait.” I struggle against them. “No. Please. I’m sorry I won’t do it again.”

  “Bet your tight little ass you won’t,” Kronk agrees, his eyes landing on the items in Ryx’s grip. “Do it.”

  My eyes fix on Ryx as he walks back to my side, relieving Kronk of wrist duty by slithering his tail around me. “Do you know what these are, little mate?” Ryx holds up what looks like two metal squares.

  “Umm, they’re shapes, Ryx. If you don’t know what they are, maybe you should go back to school.”

  Ryx tsks me. “You should watch that tongue of yours, little m
ate.” He holds them closer to my face, the fine details becoming clearer. They are squares, but on one side there are tiny knobs, like what you’d find on a watch to move the dial. “These are clamps for your aching nipples.” I gasp when he grips my breast hard and plucks my bud. “They slip over them like this.” He settles the square around me, the cold metal making me hiss. “Then they tighten on you by turning these little metal knobs.” He turns them and the sides of the square close in on my nipple, squeezing it painfully. “Yes, it hurts, doesn’t it?” Ryx smiles, his fangs showing. “Fuck, it looks so sexy on you. Let’s add the other one.”

  I groan. Can I handle another? I’d be lying to myself if I said the lack of control isn’t making me wetter than I’ve ever been before. But two clamps?

  “No, Ryx,” I argue, shaking my head. “One is enough. I-I’ll behave, I fucking swear it. I’ll pinky swear, swear my soul to Satan, you name it.”

  He chuckles but ignores me, attaching the other clamp to my vacant nipple. I flinch when he tightens it to the point of pain. “You know they can also make you feel good,” he informs me.

  I raise an eyebrow at him, a frown on my face. “Somehow I doubt that.”

  “It’s true.” Ryx grazes his fingers along the underside of my breasts, a gentle caress that has my body erupting in goosebumps. “Goosebumps!” he exclaims excitedly. “So you like it when I touch you here?” He traces the tender skin again, making me squirm.

  “Maybe under other circumstances I might,” I snap.

  “So fucking sexy,” Ryx murmurs, admiring his work. “Don’t you think so, Kronk?”

  “It’s enough to drive me insane,” Kronk agrees, his eyes dark and feral. “Vrid, show her what else they can do.”

  My eyes shift from Kronk to Vrid, who drops his item out of my eyesight. He reaches up to his black sash and depresses a metal button near his shoulder.

  “Oh!” I cry out in surprise when one of the clamps begins to vibrate, sending waves of pleasure and pain through my nipple.

  “Ryx, you next,” Kronk instructs. Ryx nods and hits a button on his sash, and the other clamp springs to life, silently buzzing against my tender skin.

  My orgasm grows again just from the clamps and my clit tingles, desperate for their touch. “Please stop them,” I beg, as my breathing becomes more ragged. I moan as the intensity increases and a gush of arousal leaks from inside me. Abruptly, they turn off, once again only causing me pain.

  “Vrid, add the final device.” Kronk has a mischievous look on his face, one that I usually only see on Ryx.

  “No more, big boy. Aren’t these enough?”

  “You misbehaved, little one, we can’t allow that at the fight today.”

  The fight. In this tangle of hands and tails, I’d forgotten all about it.

  “Yeah. Umm. Don’t we need to get going to that?” I ask, raising my head off the bed, hoping that whatever torment they have planned next might take too long.

  Kronk glances out the window. “The okkren isn’t here yet. There is still time.”

  “Fuck,” I groan, flopping back down.

  “Vrid, continue.”

  I don’t even look as Vrid picks up whatever he dropped on the floor. That is, until I feel something poking my pussy and my ass at the same time.

  “What the fuck?” I gripe, as whatever that thing is slides inside me. I look down in horror to see Vrid securing what looks like panties around my hips, made from the same material as my outfit for the Vultana.

  “Want to see what my button does, little mate?” Kronk inquires with a smug grin.

  “Not really,” I deadpan.

  He flashes me a smile and hits his.

  “Oh, fuck,” I groan, as the piece in my cunt starts vibrating and rotating at the same time.

  “Xal, add yours,” Kronk commands. Xal’s eyes darken as he hits his and the one in my ass springs to life, vibrating like the one in my pussy.

  “Take it off,” I demand, done with this shit.

  “Nope,” Ryx chimes in. “And that’s not all. When we all hit ours at the same time, something magical happens.”

  “I hope it calls a patronus to scare you off,” I mumble.

  Ryx looks at me in confusion, then continues, “Watch. Or should I say...feel.”

  Vrid and Ryx hit their buttons, and not only do my nipple clamps spring back to life, but something new does as well. Another vibrator. On my fucking clit.

  “Oh, God!” I cry out as the sensations overwhelm me. My pussy clenches, my nipples tingle, and my clit aches as the vibrator stimulates my ass.

  “Enough,” Kronk demands, and all the devices stop. My chest heaves, my body already on edge. “You will wear these under your clothing today, little one. During the fight, any one of us might turn any of them on. You may orgasm if you wish, but it will be in the stands where everyone else can see you, and know it’s your Klan giving you your pleasure.”

  “Evil. Fucking. Bastard,” I seethe.

  A whooshing noise sounds outside. Ryx leans to look out the window and announces, “The okkren is here. Let’s get our little mate ready to go.” They finally release me and I sit up. Immediately, I try to remove the nipple clamps, but as my fingers get near a zap of electricity shoots out and stings not only my fingers, but my nipples as well.

  “Ouch! What the fuck was that for?”

  “Do you really believe we are naive enough to think you wouldn’t try to remove these from yourself, Carmen?” Vrid inquires. “Surely you must know we are smarter than that.”

  “How long have you been planning on using this medieval shit on me?”

  “I had them made the moment we heard about your...ability to escape your Harvest House,” Vrid responds. “But when you escaped from our home as well, I put a rush on it.”

  “Great,” I mutter sarcastically.

  “The panties are also tamper resistant. I would encourage you not to find out what happens if you attempt to remove those.” Vrid’s eyes flash as he pulls a white ensemble from the closet. “Come on. Up you go.” Vrid tugs me off the bed and begins to dress me like I’m a child. The dildos—as I’m gonna call them—in my ass and pussy are very uncomfortable when I’m standing.

  “Arms up,” Vrid instructs, before sliding a white top down over my tits. The sleeves hang off my shoulders, more for decoration than anything else. The bottom hem hits the middle of my ribcage, and the bodice is cut low, putting my cleavage on display as well as my Klan Marix tattoo. Thanks to several injections of the healing serum in Vrid’s tail, the tattoo is already healed.

  “It’s fucking see through,” I complain, looking down at myself. The clamps around my nipples are clearly visible through the flimsy material.

  “Yep. Dual purpose,” Kronk tells me. “Not only will the sight of you wearing our devices give us motivation to fight harder than we’ve ever fought before, but it will also let those around you know who you belong to.”

  Vrid bends down and has me step into a type of skirt. I would have loved to wear this back on Earth, but here it doesn’t feel the same. I reach behind me and feel that it barely covers my ass.

  My bare ass.

  The panties of divine torture sit on me like a thong, keeping my cheeks bare.

  “Why even give me clothes if you’re just gonna make me wear shit like this?” I complain.

  “Don’t tempt us, little one,” Kronk warns with lust in his eyes. “I’d be happy to parade my hot little mate naked all through Lorenthis. But just know that would encourage many more battles with you as the prize for the winners.”

  Vrid digs through the closet and pulls out a pair of boots with three-inch heels. “Put these on too, little mate.”

  I huff and tug on the boots, groaning when I try to stand in them, which is almost impossible. I yank at my outfit as Kronk grips my arm and leads me from the room. I waddle beside him, finding it difficult to walk with this dildo shoved up my ass and heels the size of trees on my feet.

  Ryx and Vrid laugh b
ehind me at my expense. I turn back and give them my meanest scowl to which they only laugh harder.

  “You’re so cute when you waddle, Carmen,” Vrid tells me with a chuckle.

  “And you’re even cuter when you do it while you pout,” Ryx adds.

  “You can both go suck a dick,” I growl, carefully making my way down the stairs, trying not to jostle the clamps or dildos of death. Just as I hit the bottom, one of the clamps turns on. I look behind me to see Ryx holding his finger on his button.

  “Say you’re sorry,” he prompts. “You just told your mate to suck a dick.”

  I stifle a laugh. Hell, I thought it was pretty damn funny. “No.”

  “No? Well then, we will just leave you here to suffer for a few hours. Maybe check on you after the battle—”

  “Okay! Okay.” I don’t want to, but lying here and not watching the battle is out of the question. “Sorry,” I mutter.

  “Good girl,” he praises, and it shuts off.

  Kronk pushes open the front door and guides me out. The door to the okkren opens as we approach. Kronk puts his large hands on my hips and lifts me up into the flying vehicle, then clambers in after me. Xal pulls me into his lap after he climbs in and the door shuts behind him.

  Soon, the okkren is off and a wave of anxiety floods me. I might be mad at them for punishing me in such a dirty way, but I still want to be with them. The thought of some other Klan fighting them to take me as their own makes my stomach churn.

  Unease settles deep inside me and I’m not talking about the dildo of doom in my ass. Something is going to happen, and it’s coming soon. I just hope I’m ready for it.

  The flight to the arena is quick, and we soon land in front of a structure that looks like the old colosseum in Rome before the Yarek invaded Earth and destroyed almost all our ancient buildings. Rising from the grass, the white stone pillars seem to meet with the suns hovering above. Grand archways surround what Kronk referred to as ‘the pit.’ Xal jumps out of the okkren first and helps me down, then puts my hand in his.