Chapter 1 #7
His cock slid in and out of my ass, filling me over and over again until I was quivering with need beneath him.
His hips slapped into mine again and again, forcing his thick length deeper into my bottom hole with every sharp, brutal thrust. I moaned, pressing down on my clit, sliding over and around my needy bud as he did so.
Then something changed. The tip of his cock began to rotate inside me once more, petting my inner walls with his heat, and I shuddered with arousal.
His shaft expanded even further, and it stretched me wider.
I cried out from the sudden flash of burning pain, but then the shaft of his cock began to vibrate, igniting my sore bottom hole with a deep-seated, powerful sense of pleasure.
I hurtled closer and closer to orgasm much faster this time. My body was overwhelmed with desire, every inch of me awash with intense sensations far greater than I had ever known. I didn’t know how long I could hold back my release, but there was an intense need within me to obey his command.
It gave me pleasure to do so.
My fingers danced over my clit, teasing and taunting me close to orgasm, and then edging back when it became too much. Again and again, I teased my needy bud, making myself even more desperate for orgasm than I thought humanly possible.
I begged for him to let me come, but he didn’t respond. Instead, he just used my bottom hole even harder than before, fucking me hard enough to jostle my breasts free from the cups of my bra. Every thrust forced the air out of my lungs and I moaned, the sound pathetic and sorrowful.
The shaft of his cock vibrated against my tight hole. The head of it rotated inside me, driving me perilously close to orgasm. I just needed to hear the words come out of his mouth.
I pleaded for mercy. I told him that I was sorry. I promised obedience and still he didn’t grant me release. Instead, he pulled my hair tighter, forcing me to meet the eyes of those watching.
“You will come so that they can see your shame. They will witness every moment of your orgasm as I use your tight little hole for my pleasure. You’ll scream loud enough so that they can hear and when I come in your tight little hole, you’ll come for a second time, all while they are watching.
Every. Last. Moment,” he demanded, and I cried out with desire.
I wanted to hate him for what he was doing. Instead, I just wanted him to fuck me harder.
“Understand?” he asked roughly, jerking my head just a little in warning.
“Yes, sir, I understand.”
I gazed out upon the crowd and my inner walls fluttered with excitement.
Slowly, my fingers explored my pussy, circling, pinching and caressing my clit.
The more I touched myself, the faster my arousal rose to the surface, quickly building and careening toward orgasm.
His cock filled my ass, the feeling so filthy and wrong, but I didn’t care.
I wanted it and I wanted more. I needed to come being used like this.
I couldn’t control my arousal anymore.
He did.
“Come,” he demanded. And I did.
I obeyed. Every nerve in my body rushed to do as he asked. My heart quickened and my breath drew in and out of my lungs in desperate little pants. My thighs shook. My inner walls fluttered, and my nipples tightened with pleasure.
I shattered into a million pieces. Like a piece of glass thrown against the wall, I broke into pieces.
My pleasure was uncontrollable, exquisite, and intoxicating all at the same time, and I screamed with it.
I moaned. I sighed and I pleaded for more while I came, feeling his fingers tighten harshly in my hair.
He used me even harder then, harder than I ever thought possible.
Every inch of my body felt sore and achy and bursting with pleasure.
His hips slammed into mine, over and over as they slapped against the stinging welts from his belt.
My bottom hole stung from how hard he took me, and I knew I’d feel such a rough lesson for days to come.
I met the eyes of several people in the crowd, moaning with my shame as I orgasmed before them. I was so embarrassed, but my pussy reacted in kind, clenching and tightening as I came. I felt punished, used, and incredibly sorry for myself but at the same time I also felt satisfied.
“Don’t you dare take those fingers off that little clit of yours. You’ll keep coming until I tell you to stop, no matter how sore that little pussy gets,” he said firmly, and my thighs quivered.
I didn’t dare disobey him. I didn’t want to.
I orgasmed again then, my body heating with desire and never letting go. I struggled to stand, but he held me up, taking me and giving me everything in that single moment.
And I didn’t even know his name. He didn’t know mine.
But it didn’t matter.
He knew how to play my body, knew it better than I knew myself. He’d taken me and forced me to yield before him and I wanted more. Needed every last inch. I opened for him then, pushing back into his thrusts, taking him deeper into my ass than ever before.
I toyed with myself, edging myself closer and closer to orgasm. Soft tremors of pleasure quaked through my body and then I felt his grip on my body tighten. He’d snaked his arm around my waist, using it to force me to take him harder. His fingers caressed my hip and then gripped me tightly.
He groaned, the sound low and seductive, and I couldn’t help myself as I came once more. His hot seed spurted deep inside my ass, coating my insides with its searing heat, and I shuddered around him. Every muscle in my body tightened. My body spasmed with desire, every nerve electrified.
White-hot pleasure sliced through me, taking me captive and holding me tight as one orgasm bled into the next.
My clit exploded with sensation, every second longer than the last. Even when I wanted to stop, I didn’t, and my orgasms continued, one after the other taking hold of me and breaking me in pieces.
He came hard, his seed marking me as his. It tingled inside me, forcing me into one final orgasm that ravaged me completely.
I screamed until my voice was hoarse. All I could think about was pleasure.
All I could do was feel and take what he gave me until I could take no more, and still, he made me take more.
I shattered. I broke and I fell apart into a million jagged edges, but even as he did so, he held my body against his, a small comfort amongst so much intensity.
It was so powerful that I started to cry. Tears raced down my cheeks, mixing with his still dripping seed. He held me closer, releasing my hair and wrapping his arms around me instead.
“Good girl. You took your punishment well,” he whispered, and my heart faltered for a moment before jarring to life once again.
I didn’t say a word, but he didn’t ask me to.
He held me for a while longer, letting my tears dry and my breathing return to normal. My heartbeat was erratic and took much longer to get back to its usual pace. My body remained hot for some time. Slowly, my strength came back, and I was able to focus on standing on my own two feet.
The alien stranger took a step back then, but never let me go. Instead, he kept a hand around my upper arm just in case my legs gave out beneath me, but they didn’t.
I lifted my head, feeling my drying tears and his seed still dripping down my cheeks.
He met my eyes, his own sparkling with intensity. For a long moment, he studied me, gauging my expression and my mood, but I didn’t have it in me to fight him then. He’d won this round, but I’d find another way to fight back. It just wasn’t the right time. Not now.
He removed a knife from a holster on his waist and knelt before me.
He took it and sliced through my panties, tearing them into pieces before me.
Next, he carved through my pants with wild abandon, ensuring that he destroyed them completely.
Now I was completely naked from the waist down except for my boots.
I could feel his cum dripping from my bottom, onto my pussy, and then down my thighs. I swallowed my shame but couldn’t hide the blush from my face.
He pocketed the knife then and gripped the V-neck collar of my shirt.
He tore it with sheer strength. Lastly, he grasped my bra and shredded the soft cotton and lace to pieces in a matter of seconds.
He threw the fabric to the ground and I watched with sadness as the only clothes I had were quickly trodden underfoot of everyone walking through the market.
I didn’t have anything else to wear. Everything I owned had been on my old ship, long gone once the Intergalactic Coalition impounded it based on some shoddy rumors and hearsay.
He’d taken care to destroy every piece of clothing on my body beyond repair. I couldn’t even hope to cover myself with the shredded remains. I cried out, trying to hide my nakedness, but he slapped my hands away.
“You will wear nothing but what I give you, little human,” he declared, and I bit my lip. I should be furious, but something about his threat was arousing too.
He reached into his pocket and took out what looked to be small clips. He held out his hand and I realized each of them was attached to a light but sturdy-looking chain. In the center was a large O ring. I studied the object, seeing that there were three clips and three chains.
“Hands by your sides,” he commanded.
Hesitantly, I did as he asked, unsure of what he was going to do and not wanting to earn his ire.
I was too sore to take any more of his brand of punishment.
I shifted from one foot to the other, breathing in a heated breath as my body tensed, reminding me of how sore my bottom was. Both inside and out.
He reached for me and his fingers drifted over my nipples, teasing and pinching them, and soon each one was hard for him. I breathlessly watched, enjoying the feel of his rugged touch on my skin. I closed my eyes, lulled into a relaxed state until I felt something clamp hard over my right nipple.