Which, perhaps, she thought a moment after drinking it all—perhaps, she might have given that some thought.
Oh well. She settled into her chair to endure whatever might come.
* * *
The effects of the wine and the “bullet of pleasure” did not take very long to take effect. Mina at first tried to control herself, attempting not to squirm and trying to hold conversation as the bullet vibrated inside of her. But when the effects of the wine collided with the bullet, the effect was overwhelming: a wild arousal crept through her, spreading like the heat of a spanking, pouring throughout her body. Her pussy ached with yearning more than she had ever experienced in her life. The throb seemed stronger, almost painful, with each passing moment. She had never, never, wanted to have sex so much as in those moments.
In the meantime, the stimulation in her ass brought her frustratingly close to an orgasm, but one that she could never achieve. As the pressure mounted, she began to squirm because she could not help doing so. She hoped that if she wiggled the right way, she could bring herself to climax—and Mozok detected this within moments. He ordered her to spread her legs and then locked her shoes against the chair.
Mina made a brave face for him, and she tried to say something flippant—but once her mouth was open, all that escaped was a mewl. She snapped her mouth shut and tried to suppress the moans that wanted to emerge from her chest. They came anyway, and the faint sweat beading on her forehead and the back of her neck formed droplets that grew fat and spilled down the sides of her face, between her breasts, and along her spine.
Mozok offered her more wine, and in her delirium, she accepted. Voso put a hand out to him to stop him and they had a conversation in Herstrakaa that Mina could not understand. In the end, Voso took away the wine. She tried to garner an ability to ask for some food, but her hunger had disappeared and she could not imagine herself being able to form a single syllable, let alone the request, without crying out, which she was determined not to give them the pleasure of hearing.
At some point, they moved her chair from the table and Voso stood behind her, stroking her hair. To her surprise, Mozok knelt between her spread legs. She shivered as his mouth grazed the insides of her thighs, and for a moment she believed that he would close his lips around her engorged clits, or even just press his tongue to it. If he did that, she knew that she would come in an instant.
But Mozok was more devious than that, and she cried out in exasperation as he moved his lips and his tongue very close to her clit, but never touched it. She could feel his warm breath there, imagine the pressure and the heat of his tongue, almost feel the moment the wet, hot strength of his mouth would envelope her and send her careening over the edge of her long-building climax.
When she looked down at him, tears of frustration were building up in her eyes. She fought against them, her corneas stinging. Mozok was looking right at her, right into her eyes, but all she could think of was the heat of his mouth.
She cried out in frustration and this made Mozok smile, infuriating her.
“Perhaps you believed there was another type of endurance,” Mozok said calmly, “that you were supposed to endure. Please feel free to end your Trothplight at any time.” His words were turned into warm breath that caressed her soaked pussy, and she looked down to see that her clit was so engorged and ripe it almost seemed like it wasn’t the body part she was familiar with.
Mozok ran his tongue along the lips of her pussy gently, first lapping up her liquids from the outer lips, then tickling the narrow ridges of her inner lips. He flicked at her clit and her whole body spasmed. She threw her head back and arched her back, but Mozok would not give her what she wanted.
“Just say it,” he told her. “And I will make you come—”
Voso interrupted at this point, speaking in a sharp but low voice to Mozok in Herstrakaa. Mozok looked up at him and smiled, but then he retreated, making Mina mewl loudly. He stood up. “Voso is correct. Such a promise would contradict the laws of Trothplight. I cannot make you come as a favor for your ending it.” Mozok smiled. “We will just have to make you endure more, I suppose.”
And so began many hours of the most pleasurable torture Mina could have imagined. Her alien Troth-men sipped the aphrodisiac wine and kissed her, and she could not stop herself from kissing back, absorbing more and more of the feverish dream that the wine induced in her. The bullet of pleasure continued to stimulate her, and to grow inside of her, filling her bottom and stretching her, and she was unnerved by how much she enjoyed it. But the fullness in her bottom and the sexual stimulation there only highlighted the emptiness in her pussy, the need that was building there. They took turns lapping at her pussy, but never allowing her to tip over the edge; she only became more maddeningly needy.
She heard herself pleading with them eventually. “Please,” she begged Mozok, chasing his mouth with hers as he pulled away from her. Desperately, she bit into his lip, which he allowed, and which even made him smile. “Please, I will… I will do whatever… anything you want… I just need… please, please, no more…” she said listlessly. She almost felt like she would pass out, she was so overwhelmed. And yet her mind would not close down for her.
Mozok smiled. “End Trothplight. And then we are required to release you. To release your hands. You will be free to do as you wish then.”
It was tempting.
But Mina was determined, and no matter what they did to her, she would not forget why she needed to stay strong. She had to.
“No,” she said weakly. She shook her head. “Never.”
* * *
After many hours of tormenting Mina, she had not ended Trothplight, though she seemed only somewhat conscious. It was almost as if she had been given a fever; she was speaking deliriously, and her limbs were shaking. Voso spoke sharply to Mozok; they could not continue if they were not certain that she would be all right. She was Human, so they could not make her endure what an Astrogodan female—Herstrakaa or Draquun—would endure. And anyway, she had already begged them to fuck her, repeatedly, which was technically the reason for such a treatment. Not to get her to quit.
Voso was no expert on the law, and he would be the first to admit it—but Mozok took his counsel, so he must have been somewhat correct.
They let Mina recover in the chair as they ate, and when she was finally calmer—though still noticeably distressed by the endurance that had been required of her—Mozok ordered the three of them to the chamber of punishment. Mina still had a final punishment to endure.
She was limp when they restrained her at the table, though her legs still shook and her body was damp with her sweat. Voso’s own member was engorged again, and he didn’t dare look at the appealing, glistening, swollen lips of Mina’s pussy, because if he was to engage in intercourse with her now, he knew he would be unable to control his desires as he must. There was a chance that he would accidentally mate with her, and then this Trothplight would take on new levels of complication.
He watched Mozok as he delivered his spanking to Mina. He, too, seemed to struggle with his desires. He punished her perfunctorily and rather quickly, ignoring that Mina did not count for him or even try to thank him once he was done.
He slowly removed the bullet of pleasure from her bottom and replaced it with a tool for stretching: a long, medium-sized phallus with an intricately jeweled and wrought metal bulb at the end. Voso looked at Mina’s pretty bottom, the decorative jewel nestled between her cheeks, and the stripes of red across her skin. He had reached out to caress the red stripes before he realized what he was doing. Her skin was hot, and he massaged it gently.
A part of him wanted to pick Mina up and hold her, and tell her to end Trothplight so that he could pleasure her to completion. He wanted to tell her honestly what this would all bring about. It was the right thing to do, and now that he was developing this desire for her, the smarter plan.
But he could not bear to set anything in motion that might take Mina from him.
