“She’s soaked. I can see how wet she is from here,” Zane said, and I tried to squeeze my thighs together, which only succeeded in making him laugh. I wanted to cry.
Tavik’s palm cracked hard against my ass, this time targeting the lower curve of my cheeks where my thighs began. If I had thought it hurt before, it was much worse now. He smacked me harder and faster there, until I thought I couldn’t take another second. Tears prickled against the corners of my eyes and my toes scrunched in the dirt beneath me.
Still, he didn’t stop, and I began to feel exceedingly sorry for myself.
“If you would have just listened, rather than attack us, Kaela, you wouldn’t be getting your little ass punished. I had planned to be merciful with you, but you pushed me too far. I won’t have my charge attacking me or my men,” Tavik scolded and my thighs trembled.
He renewed lighting into my ass with vigor and my already scorched flesh stung with fresh fire. My hips rocked back and forth as he spanked me and the wetness between my legs had seeped down to my thighs. I could feel his hard length pressing up into my belly and for some reason, my core throbbed with excitement, even as he punished me.
“Bad girl,” Caleb added, and my pussy tightened, hard.
I choked back a sob; Tavik began to slow and I caught my breath. The pain began to mold into something different. Something more pleasurable. Reluctant desire started to simmer deep inside me, causing my core to throb and my nipples to tighten into hard little peaks at the thought of being over this brute’s knee, getting my ass punished by his hard, heavy palm. Then, Tavik stopped spanking me and diverted his attention to my pussy, dragging his fingers up and down my wet folds.
“Don’t,” I begged. I couldn’t take it. I was humiliated.
“You protest, but your body tells me you like this,” Tavik said boldly and my hips bucked beneath his touch, proving him right.
“No. I don’t like it,” I pleaded, not willing to admit that he was right even though I knew he was.
“You do, little human,” Zane added, his voice strangely hypnotizing. I felt him kneel by my side and gasped as his fingers slid against my skin, his touch teasingly light. It left me breathless. Slowly, he worked his way up until he began to massage my scalp. The movements of his fingertips were seductive, enough to lure me into a trance. I sighed happily and then Tavik’s touch slid up and down my pussy once more. A quiet moan escaped my throat.
I was trapped, forced over an alien’s knee and spanked, and now they were doing things to my body I couldn’t have ever imagined. I’d never experienced such desire before. My thighs were trembling, and my skin felt electrified and I didn’t know what to do. Even my sore and aching backside no longer hurt, not really anyway. In fact, the pain had seemingly transformed into desire, amplifying the already soaring feelings that were cascading throughout my body. I felt so hot. I wanted more and that terrified me.
These men were Vakarran. They were the enemy.
I felt Tavik’s leg lift off the back of mine, the loosening of his arm around my waist, and the four of them lifted me so that I was sitting on his lap. I whimpered as they spread my legs wide. My back pressed into Tavik’s chest. I moaned with shame as three aliens stared down at my wet throbbing pussy and somehow, I grew hotter than before. Tavik’s arms slid under mine, holding me firmly to his warm body.
Zane
knelt between my legs, catching my eyes as his fingers explored my exposed flesh. His fingers twirled around my clit, teasing me gently as he stared me down, forcing me to experience every single moment of my shame to the fullest. He knew I was wet and aroused and he wanted me to know that he was aware of all of it. That he could see it. That he could smell it. I shivered at the thought.
His thumb brushed over my needy bud, again and again until I felt like I was going to lose control. Then, almost torturously so, he stopped and laid the palm of his hand over my mound, watching me the whole time, compounding my shame and I bit my lip.
I moaned quietly, and he smirked before lifting his hand back up off my flesh and cracking it back down on top of my pussy. I gasped, not expecting the harsh sting at first, but then, it quickly molded into pleasure. My clit throbbed all the harder.
I threw my head back as feelings of arousal burned through my veins, my skin on fire with desire and the want for release. I shouldn’t want this, but I was having a hard time convincing myself at that moment of that. Instead, my body heated feverishly, and my core pulsed with passionate desire. My thighs trembled, and it was then I realized that no one was holding them open for them.
I was doing that on my own.
For a moment, I contemplated shutting them. My legs closed just a hair and then, as Zane smacked my pussy again, I opened them further than before.
Was it so wrong to derive pleasure from a situation I couldn’t escape? There were four men, four strong aliens bent on holding me captive. I’d fought and used all of my strength to try to escape them and still they caught me. I was their captive now. Maybe I’d find an opportunity to get away from them eventually.
The only thing that mattered at that moment was my need to come. That feeling was so strong that it left me breathless and gasping, needy and desperate. Zane’s touch teased my stinging folds, glancing over my clit every now and then. I squirmed beneath him and he chuckled.
“Do you like not having control, little human?” Tavik asked, whispering in my ear and I didn’t answer. My body had betrayed me to them. Something about being taken forcibly and pleasured like this was intoxicating. I’d never admit it to them, out loud though. Never.
I was too strong for that.
But internally, I couldn’t deny it. Something was happening to me, something stronger than I’d ever experienced before. I wasn’t naïve to pleasure. I’d experienced orgasms by my own hand, in the privacy of the caves or deep in the woods, all on my own. But I’d never had a man touch me like this before and the feelings of desire were that much stronger because of it.
I sighed, my flesh on fire.
“Do you want to come, little human?” Zane asked, and I didn’t answer. He continued to tease me, slow and torturous. I didn’t know how much more I could take. I was beginning to feel delirious from the onslaught of desire. I bit my lower lip, trying to stifle the multitude of moans threatening to release from my throat.
“You don’t know it yet, but you’re mine. Ours. I knew the moment I first laid eyes on you, Kaela,” Tavik whispered. Caleb and Zane grinned, grunting their agreement. Valdus looked on coldly, but when I met his eyes, he seemed to soften, just a little.
Caleb reached for me, using his palms to caress my breasts softly and I pressed into him.