I had only my panties and my boots on now. Almost entirely naked.
He gently dragged his claws between my breasts, and I cried out, sure that the sharpened edges were leaving a trail of pink lines across my skin. The cruel bite of those pointed tips dug into my flesh, sharp reminders that he could end me with a single harsh twist of his fingers should he decide that I wasn’t worth keeping alive. He could tear me apart without breaking a sweat. He could really hurt me if he wanted to.
He could kill me and not even blink.
I’d seen him murder the enforcers. I’d seen him rip them apart limb by limb. I should be more afraid of him but right now all I could think of was what he was going to do to me next.
He drew his hand downward until he edged along the hem of my panties, a simple pair of black cotton underwear. He didn’t stop there. His claws drew along the top of my mound until his palm pressed against my pussy and his fingers caressed my folds over top of the fabric. I stopped breathing entirely, feeling the beat of my heart quicken with nervous anxiety.
“I don’t even have to take these panties off to know how wet you are for me, little human,” he murmured, and a shiver raced down my spine. My clit pulsed against the warmth of his hand and I couldn’t bring myself to answer him. A flush of heat came over my cheeks and I knew I was blushing at his discovery. I turned my head away, too embarrassed to look at anyone else in that moment.
I wanted to beg him to leave my panties on, to not bare me before all of the Aberrants and his entire crew. I couldn’t though. I had to remain strong. I had to be brave.
I wouldn’t let Vane scare them. I wouldn’t let them see that he was scaring me.
I pressed my lips together firmly and closed my eyes, imagining that I was locking my fear away with a lock and key. I lifted my chin in defiance and opened my eyes once more, staring boldly back at his men who were watching me with sordid interest.
“Do whatever you want with me. I don’t care. I’m never going to belong to a monster like you,” I snarled boldly.
Vane chuckled, clearly amused by my ability to defy him.
There was no gentleness in what he did next. He gripped my panties in his fingers and tore them roughly from my body. The tearing fabric pinched the sensitive folds of my pussy and I cried out with pain. My thighs reflexively tightened together as I dealt with the ache between my legs and my upper body pitched forward. I lost my footing and his arm wound around my waist, saving me from falling straight to the floor. In less than a second, I was naked, wearing nothing but a simple pair of black boots.
He pulled me up straight, supporting me as I found my footing back on the tips of my toes.
I trembled, trying to hide just how aroused I was. Right now, I was the only one who knew how wet I was. How much liquid heat was gathered between my legs. Dripping down my thighs. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the ones staring back at me. They stared at my bared breasts, my swollen pussy, and the gentle curves of my body. I wanted to hide myself from their probing gazes with my hands, but I didn’t dare with Vane watching over me right now.
He relaxed his hold on my hair and allowed my heels to touch the floor. He didn’t give me much time to get comfortable though because he quickly kicked my legs apart, spreading my feet wide in the process. His free hand descended between my thighs, cupping my naked pussy in his palm. My breath stole out of my throat.
His fingers explored the wetness between my thighs, his rough skin sliding along the rampant arousal that slickened my tender folds. He moved one finger slowly, up and down as he discovered my shameful secret for himself.
“Such a wet little girl,” he murmured, his voice just low enough for me to hear, and I whimpered.
“So very wet for me,” he said, much louder this time, exposing me before everyone this time. I could feel myself blush even harder. I felt so ashamed of myself. I felt so aroused. I didn’t know what to do.
He slapped my pussy. Hard.
I cried out in shock at the unexpected admonishment. My pussy burned from the sting of his palm, but my clit also throbbed to life. I could feel myself growing even wetter and there was nothing I could do to stop it. My body was betraying me in the most shameful way right now and I didn’t know how to make it stop.
He gripped my hair more harshly and roughly tossed me over a nearby crate. The surface was a cool steel and I shivered as I pressed against it. The crate was large, and my feet couldn’t touch the floor, leaving me feeling small and entirely vulnerable. He released my hair at last and I sighed with relief, even as my scalp pulsed with the residual ache from his harsh touch. His hand pushed against my lower back, effectively holding me in place.
I was face down, bent over a crate with my ass up in the air. I placed my palms down on either side of me and tried to push myself up, but Vane held me right where I was. He was far stronger than I was and no matter what I tried, I couldn’t escape from his grasp.
“What are you doing?” I squealed anxiously.
His free hand settled on my bared bottom and I stilled.
“I’m going to punish you, little girl, and it’s going to hurt,” he said firmly.
His palm patted my right cheek softly and I slowly realized what was about to happen. He was going to spank me. I’d never been punished like this before in my life and I was suddenly very nervous to be. I also found myself growing angry.
He ha
d no right. He couldn’t take what he wanted and not pay a price.
“Don’t you dare, you fucking monster,” I spat through my teeth.
“Again with the open defiance,” he muttered. “I’m going to enjoy teaching you what happens to bad little girls with sassy little mouths. When I’m finally through with you, you’re going to promise me that you’ll never even consider being sassy with me again.”