“Please,” I mumble. “Please. Please…”
“Please what, pet?”
“Let me come,” I whimper. “I need to come.”
“You don’t need to orgasm,” Sharp says. “But you might be allowed to if you promise obedience.”
“What?” I whine the question shamefully as he sinks himself deep into me and holds himself inside.
“You understand me,” he says. “Tell me you’re going to be a good pet.”
“Mngghh…” I resist saying what he wants. I don’t even know why I am resisting. It’s a natural impulse that takes over and seems to seal my mouth.
He grips my throat a little tighter and pushes harder, giving me short, rough thrusts that jolt me against the table and bring a cheer from the watching crowd, reminding me that there is a watching crowd. My pussy tightens around his cock and my ass gets tighter too. I react on a visceral level, but there’s no getting out of it. He’s going to force me to do what he told me to do.
“Tell me you’re going to be a good girl,” he repeats. “Tell me, or I will make it worse.”
“Make what worse?”
He uses his other hand to slap my pussy, right over my clit.
“Ow! What the fuck!” I squeal at the top of my lungs. “What are you doing?”
“Teaching you what it means to be a naughty pet. Showing you what it means when you disobey us. You’ve obviously beenrunning wild, escaping Earth, stowing away, walking into an alien bar like you own the place, not understanding how small, how weak, how consumable you are.”
“Ow!” I shriek when his palm smacks my pussy again. This time it’s not just the one slap. It’s a small barrage and it makes my lips swell and my pussy drip with need all around his cock.
“I think you like the pain,” he says. “I think you enjoy this. If you didn’t, you’d behave yourself. You’d have promised to be a good girl when I first asked. But you didn’t want that. You wanted to force me to discipline you. So now you’re being disciplined.”
He spanks my pussy again, and again. I can’t escape, because I’m trapped on his cocks, and because his hand is on my neck. There’s no going anywhere. There is only taking what he gives and giving into what he wants.
“I’m sorry!” I whimper.
“I’m not asking for you to be sorry. I’m asking for you to tell me you’re going to be good for us. I’m telling you to promise your submission.”
“I don’t want to promise submission,” I object, earning myself another harsh slap to my pussy, and a rough thrust that is angled to make his second cock go much deeper in my ass.
“What’s it going to be?” he growls. “Are you going to let me ravage and punish you until you break, or are you going to do the smart thing and give in now?”
“How about I give in never?”
He has triggered my natural resistance to authority. I’ve never been good at doing what I’m told, and just because some alienswant to make me their pet—fuck knows what that actually means—my personality hasn’t changed.
Sharp toys with my clit, rubbing the tight little bud between his thumb and his fingertip. I start squirming and grinding, reacting to his touch in an uncontrollable way.
“I’m going to make you come,” he says. “You’re going to orgasm for me, and then, afterward, I’m going to keep spanking and thrashing you until you beg for mercy. And none of it will feel good, will it, pet. It will hurt. Every slap will sting twice as much, and every thrust is going to make you feel like a filthy little receptacle.”
“Help,” I gasp to the others, who are looking on with what looks like amusement. Boss has his massive arms folded over his chest, and Kronos is leaning back a little, keeping an eye on the crowd. No help is coming from either of them.
“Look at me,” Sharp insists. “Nobody else matters right now. Nobody else is going to show you mercy, and nobody else is going to punish your little pussy.”
I think I might hate him, but it’s hard to be fucked by someone this well and not like them. He’s ruling my body, and he’s demanding my obedience.
“I don’t want to lie to you,” I gasp as he pinches my clit.
“Then don’t lie. Promise me you’re going to be good.”
“That would be a lie.”
