Chapter 5 #4
He does something and I find myself in what is clearly a training simulation. I am hovering above an endless grassy plain with soft undulations here and there. Gold rings are likewise hovering in front of me.
“Fly through the rings,” he says. “The levels will get more difficult as you go, and if you’re very successful, you’ll collect rewards.”
“Oh, yeah? Like what kind of rewards?”
I am wondering if the game has power-ups, like if I will be able to fly faster, or shoot things maybe, or go underwater. Maybe I can already go underwater, I haven’t checked that.
“Start and you’ll see,” he says.
I do start. The game is a little harder than I expected it to be because some of the rings actually move when I try to go through them. Some of them are in motion before I get there. Some disappear and then reappear behind me, which is when I learn that I can do backflips.
“You’re doing very well,” Arkon praises me. “Let’s see about rewarding this performance, shall we?”
I feel his hands on me, and then I feel him part my legs. I expect to feel a sucker attached, but instead I feel something long, hot, and very hard ride up against my slit.
I stiffen. It’s his cock. The world inside the glasses is still moving before my eyes. But I know that in the physical realm I occupy, a massively hot alien is lightly stroking his cock along my bare slit.
He’s going to fuck me while I am locked in these stocks, my legs spread and strapped into place.
Inside the game world, the next level is beginning. I am supposed to navigate through a series of gates while collecting rings along the way. I miss one, and there is a red buzzer sound, followed by a soft jolt delivered by the collar wrapped around my neck.
“Lose three of those rings, and you’re getting punish fucked,” he murmurs in my ear.
That phrase feels way fucking hotter than it should.
“You wouldn’t do that for a game?”
“Of course I would,” he growls, his voice floating to me disembodied in space. “I’d fuck you for nothing. The chance to do it as training won’t be missed.”
I wonder if I should resist, and then I feel the pleasure he is evoking and my own animal anticipation, and I know that I was not one to be laid down in a bed by a man and have him rut away inside me.
I knew I was saving myself for something, and it was this.
As oceans of stars twist about my head, I feel Arkon casting his physical spell on me.
I would let this alien do whatever he wanted to me, because I know he’d make it one of the most intensely satisfying experiences of my life.
I miss a ring and I feel his cock start to slide into my pussy. The big cock, the one that makes me stretch so lewdly wide I can barely take it.
It is almost impossible to concentrate on the game now. I try my best, I really do, because the word punish along with the word fuck implies I might not like everything that happens to me as a result.
I miss another ring almost immediately. I feel the collar buzz, and I feel his cock thrust harder, deeper. Fuck. The way it feels to be held in a machine and used by my boss is too hot to describe. A mixture of shame, arousal, intense satisfaction, the desire for more are all milling about in me.
“Keep trying,” he says. “This is still a work day. You are on the clock no matter how tightly your human pussy is stretched around my breeding rod.”
And that is when I lose complete control of myself, the machine, and everything else. I don’t even make it two minutes into the training. I have missed three rings almost all in a row. The ones I did get were more accidents than anything.
“Naughty girl,” he growls. “That’s three rings.”
He grips me tight and thrusts inside me hard enough to make me yowl. I can hear the sounds of his pleasure, and I can feel his enjoyment of this discipline that is not discipline, and punishment that is not punishment. He is doing this for fun.
The universe spins around me as Arkon uses me. There is so much feedback happening that I don’t have full control over because Arkon is outside the machine. Every time he thrusts, it thinks I want to go faster. I am zipping through nebulae and feeling my body contract around his cock.
He takes mercy on me by allowing all the sensations to keep coursing through me—the collar buzzing, his cock thrusting, the suckers attached to their intimate positions—driving me even more completely, madly, divinely out of control.
I come so hard it feels as though all creation is climaxing with me, contorting against my bonds, trying to writhe both away from and into the sensations that relentlessly stimulate me so the orgasm doesn’t peak right away, but instead just keeps rolling through me again and again.
Until Arkon decides to unleash his seed inside me and then I am filled and dripping and orgasmically exhausted.
“That wasn’t fair,” I mumble when he unstraps me from the machine and turns me around to cradle me up against his body.
“I know,” he says, dropping a kiss on my head. “And I’m going to do it again.”