Chapter 2 #12
“This is for whatever I say it is for,” he says, activating another module on the machine. “You may not have had your pussy fucked as yet, but you will have your bottom taken today, my dear. Let that be a lesson to you the next time you think about stealing.”
I want to protest, but the constant stimulation from all those little suckers is making me think that any penetration might be good. I need something, or I am almost certain I am going to go mad. I am having the filthiest, most desperate and uncontrollable thoughts.
He makes an adjustment somewhere behind me.
I know this because all of the stimulation increases.
He adds more suckers too, over my ass and down my cheeks and in every intimate crevice and curve you can imagine until it almost feels as though I am being caressed in every sexual part of my body at once.
“Remember to breathe and relax as much as you can,” he says, speaking quite calmly.
Easy for him. He is not the one trapped and bound and about to be…
oh, my god. I can feel it. The soft head of a silicone dildo sliding between my cheeks as an inexorable invader.
There’s no getting away from it. He’s positioned it so it meets the tight bud of my ass at just the right angle.
It starts to press in a little, then withdraws, then presses in again a little.
It’s spreading the lube, I realize, getting me ready to be taken…
“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.
“I’m going to turn the surveillance off if you don’t leave us alone,” I say.
“We are going to get absolutely no useable data whatsoever if you keep fondling her,” Drak scowls. “The machine needs to interface with her itself. Your constant interference is going to introduce so many outliers in the data it won’t mean anything.”
“Very well. I’ll run a standard program,” I agree.
He’s not wrong. All the data thus far is going to be completely tainted.
Absolute trash for the purposes of our work.
It’s my fault for being distracted and trying to do double duty with one set of tools.
I can punish her later. I can fuck her later.
I might punish-fuck her later too, once I’ve ensured her virginity has been properly…
“What is going on in there?” Drak cuts in again, bluntly impatient.
There really are almost no sentient beings in the universe who would dare speak to me the way he does, but that is because he is very nearly as rich as I am, and arguably his family has even more powerful connections. Still, he needs to watch his tone.
I flick the switches on the surveillance system and lock the door. He won’t be able to talk to me again, and he won’t be able to see or hear in. He will get a live feed of the data though, so he will know if I keep using the human as my own personal toy.
* * *
Evie
“Alright,” Arkon says after the other alien is finished waspishly snapping at him. “Let’s get a little more serious about this, shall we?”
I was already being entirely serious. There is a probe in my ass that is starting to feel like it belongs there. I always thought anal would be painful, but apparently when you’re so turned on you can’t form words, it’s not actually so bad.
That withdraws almost all the way to the tip, and I find myself whining for its return. Every bit of instinct I’ve ever denied is demanding to be satisfied now.
A heavy rapping at the door breaks our attention again. Arkon goes to open it. He only does so partway, hiding me from whoever is behind.
“What?” He asks the question bluntly.
“You have to let her reset to baseline,” he says. “She’s at an elevated level. A calibration now won’t work. Honestly, Arkon. Do you want me to do this? There’s some chance I’ll be able to without being distracted by the creature.”
“No,” Arkon says flatly. “She’s mine.”
He shuts the door and locks it again.
“He’s right,” he says, turning everything off and letting the probe slide from the tight ring of muscle in my rear. “You do need to reset.”
He starts to wipe me down with a cool cloth that must be infused with something that makes me tingle.
He cleans down my inner thighs and carefully dabs away the mess I’ve made from my pussy.
He takes a fresh one and swabs it up over my bottom too, leaving me refreshed, if not entirely reset.
That’s not how this works. I am still aroused.
Arkon waits a few minutes, but leaving me in this bound position, bent over, ready to be played with or penetrated at any moment is doing nothing to bring my excitement down.
If anything, I am being kept in a state of extended anticipation that is making me want him, his touch, and his filthy little sucker probes all the more.
About five minutes later, the voice at the door is back. This time he doesn’t knock.
“If she’s still aroused, you should make her climax,” the voice comes through the door. “I can…”
Arkon swings the door open fast. “Drak, if I hear one more word out of you today, they will be finding parts of you in the next nebula for millennia, do you understand?”
“Fine,” Drak says, clearly unconcerned by the threat. “Just get it done. You do know how to make a female orgasm, right? The human female is a relatively simple system, but I never quite know with you.”