Mina jutted her chin. “How would you like me?” she asked defiantly.
“You have earned yourself quite a few punishments,” Mozok said, with a grin. “There is another.”
Mina shrugged. She was able to show such defiance, she realized, because the punishment didn’t entirely scare her. If she was being honest with herself, she was almost pleased to receive it. Her bottom seemed to warm at the thought of it, and the memory of the painful smacks made her eyes slightly damp with tears—and yet in her core, an elixir of arousing feeling swirled and tickled her.
“Lie down on your back, and spread your legs,” Mozok told her, sliding the robe from her shoulders and letting it fall to the floor. She was wearing the tricky shoes they had given her, but he did not seem to want them removed.
Mina crawled onto the bed and lay back, hesitating for a moment in humiliation before parting her legs. Mozok and Voso were standing at the foot of the bed, looking down at her, their eyes hungry. Despite her intentions to not be afraid, Mina felt exposed and vulnerable as she looked at the two aliens; they were enormous, muscular, overpowering. She felt fragile. But she spread herself open to them, and even as the humiliation and vulnerability churned inside of her, she could not help but imagine the heat of Voso’s body against her inner thighs, or think of the thick manhood between Mozok’s legs, and feel the phantom heat of it in the center of her body.
Her pussy was dripping wet, and she knew it. Her clit even pulsed, throbbing so hard that she was sure they would see it. The pent-up arousal that she had struggled with all night, that had subsided temporarily, seemed to be released from inside of her like an animal from a cage. She desperately longed for relief, and she suspected that part of her “trials” would be to get none.
Voso approached her and pulled her legs apart even further to shackle them to restraints on either side of the bed. He rounded the bed and drew her arms with him, dragging his fingers along the undersides of her forearms with a delicious, delicate caress. Mina shuddered in spite of herself. She had to close her eyes to keep them from seeing the moisture that welled up in them because the feelings were so overwhelming.
She drew in a deep breath and made a promise to herself to endure just one more day.
Her eyes flew open when, without warning, a hot breath caressed her inner thighs, and immediately the warm, gentle pressure of Mozok’s mouth enclosed her clit.
Her mouth flew open in shock, and she lifted her head to look between her legs. Mozok met her eyes, his jaw working steadily as he lapped at her engorged clit, bringing her rapidly to the very edge of an orgasm with his steady rhythm.
Mina gasped, and her legs began to shake.
Then she gasped again and let her head fall, a groan escaping her throat without her meaning to have allowed it. Mozok had stopped, and his tongue had wandered to the creases of her pussy, where they tickled and teased, so much that Mina had to roll her hips and toss her head to try and escape the painful pleasure of it—but her clit throbbed in agony from being abandoned so very close to her climax.
She opened her eyes. Between her legs, her body was screaming as it had never done before. She wanted Mozok to enter her, more than she had ever wanted anything before. If Trothplight had been a task of not allowing Mozok to stretch her open with his cock, she would have lost then and there.
Sweat had gathered all over her skin, and she felt it beneath her shoulder blades, making her slip on the silky material as she squirmed and panted. She hated that he was reducing her to an animal, but he was. He began again to lap at her clit, and she squeezed her eyes closed and felt like she was going to lose consciousness. Why was he so good? No man had ever managed to pulse his tongue against her clit with such precision, such strength and rhythm…
“Oh my… oh my god…” Mina panted, as Mozok stopped again before she climaxed.
Mozok grinned, she could see it on his face, and feel it in her damp lips. “Your punishment will not always take the form of a spanking,” he breathed against her wet folds, his jaw grazing her thighs.
Mina mewled, almost sobbing.
“You will learn to behave,” he said. “Or you will suffer. Of course…” He lifted his head. “You can always ask to end Trothplight, and I will happily release you. You could release yourself…” He leaned back and brought a finger to just above the place she most wanted him to touch her, swirling lightly in the thick juices that covered everything between her legs. “…With just the flick of a finger…”
Mina opened her mouth, and then snapped her lips closed. She shook her head feverishly.
So on and on it went.
* * *
Was it hours, or days? She had no idea. It felt like an eternity. Mozok and Voso took turns pleasuring Mina until she was certain she would go over the edge at last, but they never allowed her to do so. At last, they released her from her shackles, but only to turn her over and place her in an even more submissive position. Her arms were stretched out in front of her, her bottom pointed up at the sky, her legs shackled together at the edge of the bed.
“In order to accommodate myself or Voso,” Mozok told her, “you will need to be trained. And so we will begin with the smallest of our tools, which you are to wear throughout the day. I am afraid it will most likely stimulate you constantly He trailed a finger down her spine, sliding through the feverish sweat on her skin before he swirled his finger around the eyelet of her ass.
He played with her hole, and Mina felt herself squeeze it tightly, even though she knew—she’d read books, after all—that she should try to relax. The memory of the public enema she had received washed through her body as a hot wave, goosebumps flashing over her skin as the heat faded.
She next felt a cool, wet sensation and the hardness of metal pressing against her. Her clit throbbed, craving stimulation, craving a final release from the torture they had just imposed upon her. The object stretched her hole, and for a moment there was a sharp pain, but it faded quickly as Mozok pressed the object in, filling her with a cool metal that warmed quickly. Soon, all she felt was the fullness that had so surprisingly aroused her before.
He moved the object around inside of her, pressing it many different directions. The stretching made Mina whimper in pleasure. Parts of her body that she had never thought much of began to heat up, to crave attention and the satisfying soreness of Mozok’s attentions.
The object was long, and it kept going in, on and on, getting wider, stretching her open. At last, a heavy, larger object stopped it from going further, snugly cupping her stretched anus with a heavy, satisfying weight. It was some sort of ball, she supposed, to keep it from being swallowed inside of her.
Mina mewled again. She couldn’t stop herself.
Okay, she thought, panting, shifting her weight around to accommodate the object. She had done it. She could handle it. The soreness in her ass actually felt… good. She would be okay.
Mozok had one more trick up his sleeve, however.
