Shayla sobbed. Kriss had lost count—probably thirty or so? He glanced at Jago, who was focused on something else. From his lower position, he had a good view of her sex.
“She’s puffed up and glistening like dew,” Jago whispered. “Keep spanking, not too hard now, just enough to keep her hot.”
He wasn’t referring to the soaring temperature of her ass. Kriss smiled. “Sure.”
Adjusting the height of his arm, he patted her rump lightly, but so fast, she was left breathless. She hung her head and whimpered.
Kriss glanced at Jago, who was sliding his hand up her inner thigh. “She crying?” Kriss asked.
“Shayla? You’re going to stay put, yes?”
“Yes, sir,” she replied with a surprisingly controlled voice. “I’m sorry I touched myself.”
An apology? Sweet. Droids never apologized.
“So, you’re going to come now, okay?” Jago said. His fingertips reached between her legs.
“Yes, sir,” she gasped.
“Carry on, Kriss, Nice and steady, like you’re fucking her.” Jago referred to the rhythm of the spanks.
Kriss got the message. He alternated between each cheek while Jago thrust his fingers in and out of her drenched fuck hole. She quivered all over, from head to toe. With his left hand, he twirled a lock of hair into his fist and carefully raised her so he could see her face.
“Tears,” he commented for Jago’s benefit, “but, her eyes are crystal clear. Keep going. She’s panting.”
“I want to come,” she murmured.
“I’m going to give you a few hard smacks as you do. This is a punishment, Shayla.”
“Sir,” she groaned, resigned to her fate with a flushed face and slightly parted lips.
Jago was working hard to bring her to completion. He had three fingers plunged into her pussy.
“Now, now,” he demanded.
Kriss smacked her ass extra hard. She screamed and in the same moment, her body started to shake. Her leg muscles spasmed and her toes curled. He slapped her bottom again, meeting each visible contraction with a punishing spank.
“Oh, please,” she pleaded. For what? Mercy or more?
He let go of her hair and her head flopped forward.
“I can feel it,” Jago said, beaming from ear to ear. “She’s fucking my fingers with her come.”
The ripples continued along with her moaning. Her whole body slumped heavily against him. Now he felt her weight, her presence. Jago’s fingers slipped out and he shook his hand.
“She’s so wet, I could have put my hand in her,” he remarked.
Shayla breathed a sigh. Kriss stroked his palm in circles around each scorching buttock. The heat spread and eased at the same time. Under her, his cock was massive, almost as big as on the day of the Hunger. Ironically, he felt pain in it, as if her punishment was his too.
Jago helped her up, holding her under each armpit until her legs stopped shaking. Her eyes were closed. The tears dried up. Kriss stared at her nipples, which were engorged and dark, as tempting as the fruit he’d tasted on Ressna Two, the home of the most delicious plums. She rested the back of her head on Jago’s shoulder.
“The next time we will use the zapper,” Jago warned her.
She opened her eyes; the pupils were dark and reactive. “I guess I’d better behave.” There was a mischievous glint to them.
Chapter Four
Shayla stirred and pushed aside the cushion she’d inadvertently been hugging to her chest. The nest was surprisingly comfortable and the cushions themselves had some ability to respond to her body temperature. At no point in the night had she been too hot or cold. As for her companions, they’d not slept next to her. She had mixed feelings about that—was it a good or bad sign?