Theirs to Share

by Jaye Peaches

  “The Hunger comes. I await it. I give thanks for it.”

  Kriss ceased gorging on her and joined the rousing cry. “I give thanks!”

  “Jago, brother, she needs to breathe, remember?” Kriss slapped Jago’s arm.

  “Fuck, yes. Air.” Jago withdrew the length of his shaft, leaving the tip of his cock resting on her tongue.

  Shayla gasped for more air. She’d seen stars and heard a thrumming in her ears—how close had she been to passing out? Jago cupped her face in his hands, comforting her with his warm palms.

  “Don’t let me forget. If you can’t breathe, tap my arm. I won’t pin you down.” He rubbed the length of his shaft. “I can go deep or—”

  “Do what you want,” she said without thinking. “I feel so alive when you’re above me.” Through the blur of her vision, she’d admired every muscle of his abdomen, watched the purple lines of his vein pulsate, and focused on what looked like small patterns of scarification on his pectorals. Marks of what, honor? Why hadn’t she noticed them before?

  Kriss parted her legs wider. With her head angled backwards, she could only see his upper body. His mouth was closed, the tongue retracted. He raised her pelvis higher, opening her to him.

  Her first double fuck. A real one involving men and not machines. She never wanted to be fucked by a machine again. The idea was suddenly repulsive. Men, and only men, would ever claim her from now on. She loved their physiques, the firm tone of their muscles and the heat of their flesh. They breathed on her, moaned as they moved, and cried out when pleased. There was nothing to compare to the real pleasure of sex.

  Jago thrust his cock back inside her mouth and in the same instant, Kriss plundered her gaping hole with his cock while holding the backs of her knees in his firm grasp.

  After several minutes of relentless motion, the back and forth of hips and gyrating pelvises, she realized they weren’t going to stop. This was a test of her endurance. She had witnessed what nestors could do to a droid, and Kriss and Jago had to find her limits before the Hunger began. Then, they would decide if she was capable. The anxiety returned, preventing her achieving a climax. What if she failed this test? What if she tired before they did? They hadn’t reached their maximum stamina yet, and she was already starting to struggle.

  She coughed, her lungs never quite replenishing between Jago’s pauses. He had a momentum that she could not match. Kriss’s thrusts were equally daunting and incredibly fast. She’d not expected these athletic men to have such pace.

  Relax, relax, she urged herself. Just let the muscles go, hang the jaw, soften the throat, don’t push back. Alfraya’s lessons echoed in her mind. She stared at the energetic expression of Kriss as his head bobbed up and down in time with his actions and then above her, to the astounding pose of Jago dipping in and out of her mouth while his arms stretched out to his sides, his fists clenched. He was riding her with a balance that was impressive.

  That’s it—submit and yield. Offer the body and sacrifice the pain to the great Hezara and their warriors. Alfraya had said this over and over during Shayla’s practical sessions. Now, unlike then, she was having to fight off fears, discomfort, and a small amount of humiliation. Perhaps she was a thing, just a living breathing one.

  Don’t, Shayla. Don’t succumb to those that warned you not to do it, those voices of dissent. Be proud you were chosen and considered gifted.

  She gulped air and licked Jago’s cock. He tasted of something sweet and savory, his textured skin was hot and surprisingly earthy. The slit at the apex of his cock emitted a tiny amount of liquid. Honey and cinnamon, or maybe salty. A bit of everything. It lubricated her throat and he slid deeper.

  “She’s got to come,” Kriss growled. “I’ve got to feel it. I want it.”

  “Patience,” said Jago. “She needs to endure more before we let her finish. She has to understand.” He paused to moan. Shayla had halted his words with a powerful suck, using it to further her own needs; her pussy was so close now to exploding and her clitoris throbbed, anticipating a mighty climax. “See, she’s teasing me. However, she has to obey our bodies, not hers.”

  Kriss dragged her legs over until her toes touched her shoulders. “I’ll take her ass then.”

  “No,” Jago said sharply. He disengaged from her mouth. “Not yet. See, she’s gone rigid.”

  She had. Just the thought of his cock in her unprepared ass had tensed her muscles and ruined her impending orgasm. He’d never gain entry without hurting her.

  “You have to pace yourself, or she will be spent too quickly. On the day of the Hunger, we have to build slowly. Slowly, Kriss.” Jago playfully slapped Kriss’s red face.

  Kriss muttered to himself and lowered her legs. She lay spread-eagled, on the cusp of an orgasm, but unable to unleash it without their help. Their words had brought confusion, as had what she’d witnessed with the other four nestors. She doubted her abilities more than ever, yet at the same time, she was desperate for the Hunger to begin. What was wrong with her?

  Jago stroked her cheek and she nuzzled her nose into his expansive palm. “We shouldn’t deny her. She’s worthy.”

  “Thank you,” she murmured, licking her dry lips.

  “Show us how you do it.”

  Her eyes widened. “Me?”

  “Yes.”

  “Oh, yeah,” Kriss said. “Let’s see.”

  “I can’t... I don’t think...” She’d not anticipated they would want her to masturbate.

  “Droids can’t. Well, they can, but it’s so artificial watching them rub knowing there is no sensory stimulus. Just a program that reaches a fixed number of parameters—”

  “Oh, shut it, Kriss. You’re killing it.”

  “I’m just saying. It’s boring.”

  “That gives me an idea.” Jago sprang to his feet. “Mood stimulants.”

  Shayla rubbed her aching muscles and wriggled her jaw. “What’s that?” She really didn’t want any drugs.

  “I think you call it music.”

  Jago approached the oracle. “I’ll just—”

  Shayla sat bolt upright. “You don’t have to—”

  “I think we can find something similar to Earth’s music.” He touched the oracle and the metal glowed.

  Jago’s expression hardened. He glanced over to her and she shriveled. His eyes had turned into pinpricks, his nostrils flared.

  “She’s accessed the oracle,” he told Kriss. “While we were out.”

  Kriss folded his arms across his chest. His flamboyant cock with its purple veins dipped slightly. Not a good sign. In a matter of seconds the two men had gone from sex gods into warriors with mighty arms and large hands. Hands that spanked.

  “Tell me,” Jago demanded.

  “I... I...” she stuttered. “I was curious.” Hardly a lie.

  “You touched it without permission.”

  “I didn’t think it would recognize me. I assumed it wouldn’t respond. So when it did, and it heard my thoughts, it started... talking to me.” So far, she’d not really lied, but neither was it the truth.

  Jago closed his eyes and flattened his palms to the metal. “She asked about us. Where we work.”

  “You never said... it was in my mind because you went out and I thought that was where you were.” She pressed her hands together, pleading for their sympathy.

  Jago let go of the globe. He puffed out his lips. “It sounds reasonable,” he addressed Kriss, not her.

  “But she touched it. Touching is the offense. This is the second time she has touched without permission.”

  Jago shrugged. “Humans are tactile creatures. They say they like to feel things, make things, like pictures and structures using their hands. Perhaps she has no ability to control it.”

  Kriss rose and reached for his pants. “I think she should learn to control it. I want to teach her.”

  The two men eyed her, and the weight of their gaze forced her to examine the floor. She remained small and lower to the ground, keepin
g her head bowed.

  Jago sighed. “You’re right. She’ll not survive if she doesn’t learn our ways. Her ass will be punished.”

  “Might I suggest that she masturbates to orgasm as she is punished, like last time, but by her own hand. This will condition her to expect pain while she seeks her own pleasure. It will curb her impulsive behavior.”

  Kriss was the master of designing the perfect punishment. Her nipples stiffened and her ridiculously needy pussy clenched at the idea. If they could read her thoughts now, they might discover it wasn’t going to curb her behavior at all. It was probably only going to make it worse.

  She gaped, eyes wide as full moons. The suddenness of the mood change nearly undid her confidence. She scrambled up onto her knees.

  “I’m sorry,” she said.

  “I know,” Jago said. “I can see it in your eyes. But we can’t let you believe there aren’t consequences. What if this was back on your world? Do you let people off when they say sorry?”

  She shook her head. “But they lessen the punishment.” She lowered her head, hoping the suggestion might help her.

  Kriss snorted. “Weak humans.”

  Jago growled softly in the back of his throat. “I think she has a point, Kriss. We should learn from their ways too.”

  “How do you wish to proceed?” Kriss asked.

  “Shayla, lie on your back.”

  She hesitated. She’d expected to go over Kriss’s knee again, or bend over something. Jago patted the crown of her head.

  “Now, please.” He had added a sharper edge to his tone.

  She moved, lying on her back among the soft cushions. Perhaps no spanking this time. What a relief...

  “Legs up and over.” Jago tapped one of her thighs.

  “You mean...” She gulped. Bottom up, knees by her shoulders and legs slightly parted—a vulnerable pose. Embarrassing, too.

  She sniffed, hoping it might weaken their resolve. No chance. Kriss took up position on one side, holding a leg, and Jago the other limb. With one hand free to spank, the other pinning her legs apart, they had every advantage they needed.

  “Touch yourself,” Kriss commanded.

  She froze. There was excitement down there, between her thighs, tucked away, but to acknowledge it was hard. She wanted the spanking over, the pain dealt with and the humiliation forgotten. Instead, she was supposed to dig down and find an orgasm in the midst of this ridiculous situation.

  An angry Shayla would have folded her arms across her chest and glared. But she wasn’t angry, she wasn’t afraid either. She was... in awe. Great gods, she was aroused by the spectacle of two hunks of masculinity, knelt on either side of her, fingers ringing her ankles and their eyes on the rapid rise and fall of her breasts. Their cocks had risen, longer than ever, it seemed. The swollen smooth helmets proudly upright by their navels.

  She closed her eyes, licked her dry lips, and slowly lowered one of her arms, allowing her fingertips to trail down her cleavage, across the plateau of her stomach and over the bare mound of her pubis. She slotted two fingers between her wet folds and inhaled, bracing herself.

  Simultaneously, two hands walloped an ass cheek. The sting was immediate, the burn intensified in its wake. She screwed her face in an attempt not to cry out.

  She exhaled. She opened her eyes. Both men were staring intently at the hand between her legs, waiting for her to move it. Jago pursed his lips.

  “Maybe we should just spank her until—”

  Shayla started to circle her clit with the tip of her forefinger, spiraling it closer to the core.

  “It’s growing, look,” Kriss said.

  “Why didn’t they give droids clitorises like that,” Jago said. “It’s beautiful.”

  “Yes.” Kriss sighed. “Let’s give her three more, then see if it comes.”

  It? She wasn’t a bloody it. She stopped moving her hand.

  Jago smiled. “I think he meant your clitoris, Shayla. It’s up to you. Keep going while we spank you. It’s what we want.”

  And that was what she was supposed to be there for—their wants, their needs. She was protecting Earth from a terrible foe by doing this, a concept drummed into her time and time again back home.

  She gritted her teeth and rubbed harder. The next spank, two parallel smacks, scorched her bottom. Yet, there was something yearning inside of her; she wasn’t fighting it. She arched her back and relaxed her legs, allowing the nestors to take the weight of her heavy limbs. As they spanked, she focused her mind on the epicenter of the tiny spark of pleasure while around it, the pain blazed.

  “Yes, yes,” she panted, agitating the nub with frisky fingers. Her other hand grabbed the corner of a cushion and she crushed it into her fist.

  The double spanking had its impact. She cried out with the last pair, blinked away the tears. Her stinging ass was wretchedly painful. The energy unleashed took her by surprise. She writhed and tossed her head from side to side. The muscles of her busy hand ached. She wanted more than anything else than to come and scream the place down when she did.

  Jago suddenly plunged his finger into her pussy and Kriss slid one of his between the furrow of her ass. There was nothing to stop him and she wasn’t going to even try to dissuade him. He pressed against her puckered hole and she let him in with a squeal.

  They fucked her with their fingers, adding two, then three, ensuring she was full and stretched, while all the time she completed her task. The orgasm obliterated the pain in her ass, the humiliation of the pose and best of all, it was actually a really good one.

  She forgot to breathe and nearly passed out.

  As the contractions pulsated, she screamed, just as she’d hoped. The pain of coming was exquisite; she couldn’t bear to touch her poor clit as it throbbed with wave upon wave of mini-climaxes.

  Jago stilled his thrusting hand, so did Kriss. Collectively they moaned, enjoying the sensation of her coming on their fingers.

  “Feel it?” Kriss sighed. “That is so amazing.”

  Jago leaned over her. “Breathe, Shayla.”

  She gasped, jolting back into the room from wherever she drifted off to.

  Slowly, they eased away from her, lowered her legs, and waited for her to come to her senses.

  The pain in her backside worsened. She’d not really paid it heed, but now as her clit quietened, she was all too aware of the fire burning across her flesh. She rolled onto her side and rubbed each cheek. “Ow, ow!”

  Jago laughed. As the chuckles died away, he spoke again with a calmness. “A fine show of resilience. Very impressive. I like this woman very much, brother.”

  A wave of goosebumps traveled along Shayla’s spine. The feeling was mutual. How could that be after they had humiliated her so effectively?

  Kriss raked his fingers through her hair. “Do you want more punishment, girl?”

  “More?” Her lower lip trembled.

  “Kriss?” Jago said warily.

  “I think she needs this... this discipline. I think she thrives upon it.” Kriss lowered his lips onto hers and kissed her mouth with a hardness that numbed. “Don’t you?”

  “Yes,” she whispered. “I do.”

  “Good, because that was just a warmup.”

  Chapter Five

  Jago couldn’t read her. The nuances of a woman’s face were tricky to interpret. Kriss showed his emotions with a clarity Jago liked. Shayla wasn’t so easy. Given the slightness of her pout, or frown, she wasn’t that upset by the threat of more punishment. She seemed sturdy—no tears, although a little fidgety, as if energized in some way. What else could he see behind her bright eyes? A wariness, which he expected, and what? Why were her nipples sticking out so much? What did she want from them? More pain or more pleasure? Maybe both.

  Humans were an odd species and considered primitive by many other galactic wanderers who had come across them in their travels. For eons, no marauders had even bothered to plunder their planet. Earth had so few resources left and no technology
to trade; they couldn’t even reach the outer quadrants of their star system. However, they had people, plenty of people. Women, especially.

  Hezara had kidnapped a few on secret missions. They proved to be unsuitable for training—quite hysterical and unwieldy—so they were sent back. Hezara for a long time watched Earth from afar, waiting for their world to catch up a little with the rest of the galaxy’s more advanced planetary systems. Then, they’d struck, wiped out their outer defenses and captured their leaders, threatening them with the unleashed power of the Violence if they did not bend to the will of Hezara.

  The strategy worked. Earth’s women now came willingly, just like little Shayla. But, not enough of them. One woman for a thousand men; the quota for the planet. Each one awarded to the highest-ranking officials and those deemed gallant. The ratio was miserly. However, Odesta was one planet of many occupied by Hezara and the rationing was essential. Some of Jago’s fellow warriors favored total conquest and abduction of all females. Jago knew why. If they took all the women, how would those conquered planets breed new ones; the supply would dry up. Kriss diligently obeyed orders, and never questioned the reason why the ratio was kept so low. Why not find more women from other planets? Jago had asked the oracle and the oracle had no knowledge to give him, which was unusual. The oracle rarely failed to answer a question.

  Regardless of Shayla’s ambiguous demeanor, she had to learn how to cope. The Hunger necessitated vitality and ardor, which meant no distractions, no touching things she shouldn’t. Only they mattered, her nestors, and not her own neediness. That was the big advantage of droids; they had no feelings or wants. Jago anticipated emotions were going to be a big hindrance to the Hunger. He wasn’t sure what impact they might have on their relationship with the girl if they didn’t keep them under control.

  Kriss wanted more and Shayla needed testing, her endurance pushed. “Very well,” Jago said, “we’ll zap her upright.”

  Shayla’s mouth dropped open. “What do you mean?”

  He pointed to the ceiling. “One arm only, keep the other one free. Legs apart and you can work her ass with the zapper.”