Chapter Nine #2
“Because your dicks are small and you have to beat your women,” I spit angrily.
From nearby, Zallan chuckles and mutters something that sounds like “spirited.”
“That’s an extra ten, my dear,” Ryson evenly responds.
The spanking goes on and on. It hurts, my ass tender as he slaps me again and again. Eventually, I stopped fighting, laying limp over his lap, like I had been trained to be mastered in such a manner since I had been able to understand such things.
“That’s a good girl,” Zallan growls, and I feel his hand start to stroke my back. “You’re doing so well.”
Ryson says something I can’t hear. But the reminder of them watching sparks shame through me.
When the next hit lands, I start to cry.
To sob. The spanking hurts, but it’s more than that.
It’s everything. It’s leaving Earth. It’s having a microdrill put a computer chip behind my ear.
It’s leaving Sasha and my pet fish Jerry.
It’s being turned ass up and spanked and my body not hating the pain and shame I’m feeling.
After several more swats, the spanking stops, Ryson’s hand kneading my sore bottom gently. “Omega, why were you punished?” His voice is soft, kind even, but resistance flutters deep inside me.
I’m not about to get any more though. “I spoke rudely in public. And cussed you out.”
“Good girl,” he purrs as he quickly rearranges me, cuddling me in his arms and gently pressing my face to his chest. It feels good to be comforted like this, my traitorous mind thinks as his strong arms hold me close.
Nara wipes my tear-stained face with a soft towel.
He leans in and kisses me sweetly. “You did a good job, taking your licks. We needed that emotional dam to break, sweetheart. You must adjust to your position here. You need to learn that the rules are for your safety and well-being.” He smiles kindly at me, as if I should be thankful they spanked me until I cried.
My eyes must narrow for he lets out a soft chuckle.
“Now, let’s check on you, hm?” He says, as one of his hands wraps around my ankle.
My body must tense because Ryson makes a rumbling sound deep in his chest.
“Easy, my dear, you must let him check you, no need to be shy.” Ryson’s hand slowly slides down my belly, stopping just about my mound. “This hair is so cute. Our females do not have this. What do you call it?”
“Uh... a bush.”
I blink and Nara tugs my leg out, spreading my thighs. I yelp and drop my knees in reactively.
Nara lets out a huff. “I am your charax, I have studied human anatomy. I’m checking on you and you will allow it. Further, if any of us want to inspect your cunt at any time, you are to spread yourself for us. Do you understand?” He arches a navy blue eyebrow at me in a stern manner.
Slowly, I start to nod, my mouth firmly closed. Shocked into silence, I guess.
Ryson’s hand slips between my open legs and I feel my face heat even more as Wells and Zallan both position themselves so they can watch.
Ryson makes a pleased sound as he fingers drop to play along my embarrassingly wet pussy. “She’s lubricated herself in preparation for us to mount her,” he says to them. “Good girl,” he praises and I hide my face in his chest.
“She’s wet, as humans say. Aroused by being mastered by her alphas.” Nara nearly growls.
“It’s a good sign,” Ryson confers. “Zatura herself chose her for us; she will respond to us appropriately,” he says in a manner that almost seems like he's saying it to himself.
He slides a thick finger inside me and I bite off a moan.
“She’s hot and wet,” he near-whispers. “And so fucking tight.”
“Let me,” Nara’s voice, but I can’t bring myself to look at them. The finger is withdrawn and a different hand cups my cunt. He traces down, fingers exploring my labia before pulling them apart. Wells and Zallan make sounds in their throats and I’m reminded they are watching this humiliating show.
But then Nara slides a finger inside me and my body arches, needing to feel something inside me.
“Fuck, so tight.” He groans and I feel him lean forward and kiss my knee. “She’ll need some time with the trainers in order to be able to take us.”
My head turns, eyes landing on him. “The trainers? You’re giving me to someone else?”
Snarls from all of them.
“Oh no, little one,” Zallan says in a low voice, “No one touches you but us. And that pretty pink little cunt? That’s ours now. You don’t touch it. If you’re in need, you come to one of us to bring you to orgasm. Do you understand? You do not give yourself release.”
I nod quickly.
Why is that hot as fuck? That possessive guy thing, maybe?
Nara slides his finger in and out a few times and I whimper.
Zallan comes closer, eyes on mine. “She likes that.”
Nara’s finger pauses, searching almost.
“I’m looking for her internal pleasure center,” Nara mutters as he fingers me gently but firmly. Suddenly, I groan, knees dropping outward.
“Sounds like you found it,” Zallan rumbles.
Nara continues, “Human females have it on the front wall, not the back wall, like our females. Easy to adapt to, but she likely will not finish from anal sex alone.”
“What is that?” Wells scoots in closer, gesturing between my legs.
“This is an external pleasure center,” Nara answers, letting go of my ankle and placing that hand to spread over my lower belly. “It’s called a clit.”
They make impressed noises and it takes everything in me not to giggle at the absolute absurdity of my life.
“I have read that it is extremely sensitive,” he says calmly as he drags his thumb down over my clit. I jolt in Ryson’s arms and he rumbles again.
Ryson whispers, “Good girl, that’s an obedient little omega.”
I let out a sound that they must be able to tell is frustrated because they chuckle. Nara’s finger is inside me, curled and rocking, and his other hand presses my belly as his thumb strokes over my clit.
“Go ahead,” Ryson says, kissing my neck. “You may have release.”
“Come on sweetheart,” Nara adds, “Let us watch you have your pleasure after your punishment.”
His hands are magic, or that spanking did more for me than I thought, or maybe it’s the scent of them, but soon my hips are rocking and I have my face pressed to Ryson’s chest.
“Fuck,” Wells says and a distant part of me finds it amusing they have a word that translates as that. “She’s going to finish in your hands, Nara.”
“Humans call it “coming,” and their females are quite loud when it happens. I cannot wait to hear our lovely little omega sing for us.”
The manner in which they order me around and talk about me should be demeaning but I’m so damn turned on. I decide that I am going to think about it later.
“Please,” I gasp, body tensing.
Zallan growls loudly, roughly, and I turn my face out of Ryson’s chest to figure out why. I see that Wells is on his belly, his mouth around Zallan’s deep blue cock.
“Fuck!” I cry out as that sight tips me over the edge. I moan as stars explode behind my eyelids as my hips continue to work me on Nara’s hands.
Ryson rumbles, “That’s it, my dear. What a good job you’re doing, omega.”
As my body goes lax, I open my eyes. Wells is indeed sucking Zallan’s cock and I don’t know why, but I am surprised. I guess I didn’t realize they had sex with each other. It’s hot as fuck.
My eyes catch movement so I look to Nara. He’s licking his fingers clean while his other hand cups the bulge over his trousers. Fuck.
Ryson quietly says, “Little one, you’ve driven us all wild. One of us will see to you again shortly, but will you be alright if I snuggle you into some pillows while we take care of each other?”