Chapter 11
Avery
I’m standing by the door, still holding the keycard that wouldn’t open it.
Erik has woken his brothers. They’re discussing something. My punishment, I’m sure, based on how they keep glancing over at me while they talk in hushed whispers. Whatever they come up with, I’m sure I won’t like it. The spanking I got from Ivar hurt, even if it did arouse me.
“Alright, mate. Come to us,” Ivar says, turning to face me.
I look down at the floor as I approach, trembling because I do feel some guilt over trying to escape.
I’m not sure if it’s the connection or the strange ache that tries to twist me into a knot when I deny what I feel.
Despite that, I’m still wet and aroused, because I’m sure they will do more than just punish me.
“Remove your clothes,” Ivar instructs.
I pull off my t-shirt first. I didn’t put my bra back on, so my chest is bare. Ivar remains in front of me. Erik and Sigurd step to the side, encircling me so that I wouldn’t be able to run, even if I had a keycard that worked.
“I’ll take that,” Erik says, removing the keycard from my hand.
“You’re in a lot of trouble, little girl.” Sigurd’s tone is ominous.
“I’m sorry,” I offer as I unfasten my jeans and slide them down.
“Sorry you got caught, I’m sure,” Ivar says. “Since you violated the trust Erik put in you, we’re going to work on building that trust. Furthering the bond between us, so that you will not deny what you already know. That you’re our mate.”
“You’re going to get all three of us at the same time,” Sigurd announces as I push my panties down, kicking them off.
“But you’re going to be red and sore when you do,” Erik adds, grabbing my arm.
Erik holds my arm tight and before I realize what is going to happen, he starts spanking me. I suffer through the first few slaps, then start dancing on my toes. They’re not quite as hard as the ones Ivar gave me, but they’re faster, and my butt stings each time he spanks it.
“Ow, ow,” I whine, twisting away from his hand.
As soon as I twist away from Erik, he lets go of my arm, and Ivar grabs it. He spins me around roughly and picks up right where Erik left off, his hand landing across my cheeks with enough force to make me squeal.
“Ah! I’m sorry! I won’t do it again!” I cry out.
“How can we trust you to keep your word when you tried to escape after telling me you wouldn’t?” Erik asks, Ivar’s hand still making me dance on my toes as the slaps ring out.
“I messed up! I know I did!” I cry louder.
I finally manage to turn my hips away from Ivar and he lets go of my arm. I take a moment to breathe and reach to rub my stinging ass, but I don’t get the chance. A large hand snatches me up, my toes dangling off the floor. The hardest slap of all lands across my ass and I let out a wail.
“That’s too hard!” I cry, tears running down my face.
“You got fucked like a warrior,” Sigurd snarls, peppering my ass with hard slaps. “So, you’ll get punished like one too.”
Sigurd’s meaty, callused smacks hurt a lot more than the ones I got from Erik and Ivar.
His grip is also tighter, and with my toes barely grazing the floor, I can’t do anything to stop them.
Every time I twist my hips or kick my legs, he just turns me so he has a better angle and starts spanking me again.
“Stop, stop, please,” I sob.
“You’ve been a bad girl. A bad mate,” Sigurd growls, finally releasing me.
For a brief moment, I think my punishment is over. But it isn’t. Erik grabs me, spins me around, and starts spanking me again. The slaps aren’t as hard as Sigurd’s, but they still hurt. I push myself up on my toes, sink to my heels, and they still rain down.
“I didn’t mean to be a bad mate! I just got scared!” I wail.
“We don’t want you to fear us,” Ivar says, taking me from his brother and turning me around. I don’t fight it, even though I know he’s going to spank me again. “We want to build a life with you. A future. But we can’t do that if we can’t trust you.”
My ass is already red and burning. It was already a little sore from the spanking I got from Ivar.
Now it’s on fire, but it’s not the only thing that feels like it’s engulfed in flames.
I’m so wet I’m dripping again. Turned on.
Aroused. It’s as much from the rough handling as it is from the discipline.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, you can trust me,” I sob as Ivar releases me.
“I should take a strap to your ass,” Sigurd snaps as he turns my ass toward him. “But I believe you, even if I shouldn’t.”
Sigurd slaps my ass one time, but he lets go of my arm as he does, and it propels me toward the bed. I catch myself with my hands, but Erik and Ivar both grab me. They pull me onto the bed and climb on. Sigurd’s hand finds me again, this time tangling in my hair and pulling my head toward him.
“Ivar’s going to fuck your sweet honey while you suck Erik dry,” Sigurd tells me. “As for me? I’m going to fuck your ass.”
“Oh, god, wait,” I whimper. “You’re so big. It’ll hurt!”
“It’s not going to hurt me at all,” Sigurd chuckles, the mattress dipping under his weight as he climbs on.
I’m crying. My ass hurts. Despite that, I’m still wet and aroused. My body seems to react to their discipline, just like it reacts to them. Now I’m just putty in their hands. Unable to resist them, because my body craves more, even if that means I get all three of them at the same time.
Ivar lies on his back. Erik guides me to straddle him, facing the foot of the bed. He bends me forward until my chin is against the footboard, then he walks around it, keeping a hand on my head. He loosens his pants, they hit the floor, and he strokes his cock as it hardens in his hand.
“Open your mouth, mate,” Erik instructs.
I’m not sure how I’m going to fit him in my mouth.
I was always timid about this, even when I had a boyfriend who I was almost tempted to do it for.
Now I don’t have a choice. Erik won’t take no for an answer, especially after I betrayed his trust. This is part of my penance as much as the spanking was.
So, I open my mouth. Erik steps closer, rubbing the ridged head of his cock against my tongue before pushing it into my mouth.
It stretches my lips until I open my mouth wide enough for him.
The ridges feel strange on my tongue, but he seems to enjoy it, because he starts groaning when I rub my tongue against the bottom of his shaft.
“No reason to run from us, Avery,” Erik breathes out. “You belong to us, and you always have. We just had to find you.”
I whimper around the cock in my mouth, then I feel Ivar rubbing himself against my folds.
I tense up when he splits them and pushes into me.
My body hasn’t forgotten him, even if I tried to flee.
My pussy welcomes him, and I continue groaning on Erik until Ivar is balls deep.
Ivar thrusts a few times, then he starts gathering my trickling arousal, rubbing it on my bottom hole.
“Mmph,” I moan around Erik, realizing exactly what Ivar is lubricating me for. Or whom, to be specific.
“You don’t have to get her too slick,” Sigurd growls. “She deserves to feel it after she tried to run away.”
“She’ll feel it, no matter how much honey I spread,” Ivar says, forcing more arousal out of me with a few quick thrusts that makes me take more of Erik’s length in my mouth.
Ivar keeps a gentle rhythm that sends tingles of pleasure through me.
Erik continues to work his length into my mouth, every gasp or groan allowing him to push the head deeper.
Once Ivar has my bottom coated with my arousal, he pushes a finger in and it makes me whimper as I’m stretched, my body resisting the strange new invasion.
I get seesawed. One cock in my mouth. One in my pussy.
A finger pumping into my asshole, getting it ready for the biggest of the three brothers.
My ass still burns from the spanking, but I’m beginning to feel more pleasure than pain.
Or I do, until a second finger goes into my ass and I squeal, allowing Erik to shove his dick down my throat. Then all I can do is choke.
“I’d be a lot gentler with you if this wasn’t punishment,” Erik says, holding me on his cock while I struggle. “So, instead, you’ll just have to get used to it. Learn to suck while I’m buried in your throat.”
I struggle desperately, my lips trembling, my tongue flailing in my mouth as I try to breathe with a hard dick blocking my airway. That’s a difficult thing to learn when Ivar is steadily pumping into me, both with his fingers and his cock.
Finally, I’m able to get a breath. More of a gulp around Erik’s cock before I start breathing through my nose, moving my lips on his shaft, the sensation becoming familiar, rather than foreign. But just when I get used to that, Ivar slides his fingers out of me.
“She’s ready for you, brother,” Ivar says, and I feel the bed shift as Sigurd moves into position.
He balances on a foot and a knee, staying elevated above Ivar as he grabs my ass, squeezing my cheeks enough for me to cry out because of how sore it still is.
He doesn’t seem to care. He keeps my ass spread with his hands, prodding my bottom hole with his dick.
I try to prepare myself mentally, but nothing prepares me for the pain that comes when he pushes past the tight ring of resistance.
“Ah!” I mumble, my voice muffled by Erik’s cock.
“You already know I won’t be gentle, whether this is punishment or not,” Sigurd says, pushing more of his length into my resistant body.
I’m lubricated just enough to allow him to slide in, but not enough for it to feel good. I never imagined letting anyone do this back on Earth. It always seemed degrading and shameful, but I can’t deny the arousal growing quickly in my core.
Tears stream down my face as his massive, ridged cock opens me up, sinking deeper into my unwilling passage. I clench on it, which makes me clench on Ivar too, feeling both sets of ridges rubbing against my walls. One delightfully, one painfully.