Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 61982 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61982 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
“Anal punishment is especially effective because human females tend to find it embarrassing. It’s very exposing to have a hole not intended to be mated used in that manner.”
He’s speaking clinically, and that’s making the whole thing somehow feel worse. Or maybe better? But better in the way I know I am not supposed to enjoy things, in that twisted, slightly dark way where wrong things feel so fucking right.
There’s so much more happening than just the alien musing on punishment and the probe in my ass, too. There’s all the other little suckling nubs doing their diabolical work in stimulating me in pulses and waves. They suckle on and around my clit, even as the machine works a probe into my ass. The thick silicone spreads my tight ring without any trouble at all, simply sliding into me.
I hear myself moan and gasp. There is nothing I can do to escape all this stimulation. All I can do is take what I am being given. Is this what sex is? Being helplessly restrained? Being filled and punished and caressed and cared for? Having every experience a human body can have almost all at once?
I bet it’s not. I bet if I were to lie with a man, it would be a fraction of all of this. I bet I would be bored silly. I might be in the process of being ruined for human men. I don’t know that I mind that thought.
“How does it feel to finally be punished a fraction of the way you deserve?” Arkon growls the question, sending further pulses of excitement through me. The answer is, it feels so fucking hot and so fucking satisfying, like something is happening to me that should have happened a long time ago only nobody had the skill, knowledge, or desire to do it. There’s some distant wise part of myself that knows I deserve this, just like he says. And that I want it, too.
I can explain precisely none of this to Arkon. The machine is speeding up in my ass, and I can’t talk. Instead, I squeal like an animal as my pussy is vibrated in a kind of secondary, catching strays sort of way.
“There you go,” Arkon says in encouraging tones. “What a good girl, taking an ass fucking for her little sins. If you weren’t bound up, I’d have you reach back and spread your cheeks for me.”
I feel a shudder of the wrong kind of desire running through me. This is why I’ve never let any mere man have my body. I knew how it would be. Bland, maybe rough, but not in an interesting way. I knew my body would take the brunt of his desire and my mind would be left untouched. But Arkon is not like that.
He stands with me, caresses me, calmly describes what is happening to me as the thick silicone cock fucks my ass with slow, firm strokes. It feels very strange to have anything inside me, but it feels even more intense to have my most sensitive areas repeatedly stimulated by this machine.
“We really should get to the initial calibration sequence,” he says. “But first I really want to see some sign of atonement from you.”
“This is the wrong way to do that,” I moan.
* * *
Arkon
She is so vulnerable. I could easily make this painful, and perhaps I should. She clearly lacks discipline of any kind. But there is something about her bravery in this moment, not to mention the beauty of her enjoyment that makes me hesitate to punish her severely. This is no doubt how she got to be as bad as she is, but my fondness for her, and her acceptance of this predicament have to count for something.
I could lash her soundly in this moment, but I choose instead to spank her while she is still on the machine. The way her cheeks jiggle beneath my palms is so delicious I find myself alternating between all four hands so I can feel it in all four extremities. This human is an absolute feast for the senses. Both my cocks are incredibly erect. The need to mate is becoming almost entirely overwhelming due to the intensity of the pheromones pouring from her.
“What are you doing?”
I hear Drak’s voice cut in over the intercom. I forget that is there, from time to time. Drak is the only one to use it and most of the time he has the sense not to. There are cameras in all areas of our facility, but again, most of our people have the sense not to look at mine. Drak, it seems, is on an absolute tear today.
I stop spanking her, and instead turn to the intercom. She has stiffened, and I know all her responses have diminished because of his blather. The rudeness of it is going to have to be dealt with.