“I remember you a little,” I mutter into the gag. He can’t hear me, but I reply anyway.
“So you don’t know what I’m going to do to you now,” he says. “But I intend to make sure that this time you won’t forget.”
“Are you going to kill me?”
“I’m not going to kill you,” he says, though I don’t think he actually heard me.
“I am going to make you choose obedience. And sobriety.”
“Yeah, good luck with that.”
“I don’t need luck,” he says. Maybe he can understand that through my gag. Maybe he just knows the sort of thing I usually say. These guys have a real advantage over me with their memories actively existing.
“You don’t need another recap of your many misbehaviors. But I am going to tell you one thing. You’ll do as you’re told. And I’m going to make you.”
He starts wrapping restraints around my arms. They’re soft, but they’re strong, and they run all the way to the walls so I’m sort of spread-eagled on my knees. There’s no hiding any part of me. My pussy is exposed, my breasts are on display. He has full access to me.
He leaves the room, gets something, and brings it back. I can hear him behind me as he crouches down and nestles it between my legs. I feel a sort of firm but form-fitting touch against my pussy. It’s pushing against my sex with a complete sort of grip, almost like a silicone hand holding me.
Kronos stands up and walks around to look at me.
“I want to see your face when this turns on, and you realize that you have fucked up to a cosmic degree.”
That’s quite a threat, I wonder if…
“Mhngnhhnnhngngh!”
The machine vibrates then intermittently crackles with some kind of energetic charge. The crackle goes straight to my clit and makes me gasp. I’ve just been fucked. I’ve been used roughlyand filled up and fucked hard and now I’m being zapped by something that makes my clit throb. My body contorts as I come. It’s not like a normal orgasm. It doesn’t come after being built up and teased and otherwise made love to. It is an immediate climax that feels like it has been taken from me rather than given to me.
He smirks at me. “That’s right. I can make you come over and over,” he says. “I can make you come so hard, you soak the floor beneath your knees.”
He proves those words by making me do exactly what he says. Over and over again. One. Two. Three orgasms hitting my system almost simultaneously, driving me almost immediately out of my mind.
“Please… I’ve had enough…” I keep trying to talk through the gag. Fuck knows why.
“You’ve come three times. Three is nothing. You’re going to come four times as much as this. Over and over, until you are obedient because you can be nothing else.”
He reaches down and pulls the gag out of my mouth. “Let’s see if the treatment has calmed you, taught you to control your tongue a little.”
Another orgasm sparks through me. My legs are starting to weaken. My breath is ragged. My pussy feels hot and wet and swollen.
“Fuck,” I curse.
“You’ve been fucked,” he says. “A cock isn’t enough for you. Even when it’s two cocks. You need to be completely ravaged and utterly used. You need to be worn out.”
He makes the device spark again and I scream as pleasure that is swiftly becoming indistinguishable from pain rakes through my nerves. You’d think they’d start to get less sensitive from all the stimulation, but they’re only becoming more and more tender.
He’s a merciless golden god of an alien, and I am a supplicant on bended knees. It’s too late to ask for mercy. He’s not going to give it. I’ve had my chances with him, and now I am suffering the consequences of having disappointed this alien who has powers beyond my understanding.
“Again,” he says, his voice treacherously soft as a seventh orgasm plunders me.
I start to really beg around the ninth.
“Please. I’m sorry. I’ll be good. I promise. I’m not going to run away again. I’ll listen to you and I’ll do as you say. I’ll follow on your heels day in and day out, if that’s what you want.”
“Yes, you will do all those things and more,” Kronos agrees. “Again.”
The tenth orgasm is the best and the worst so far. I feel it in every part of me. My entire lower abdomen is aflame with arousal. Every one of the hairs on my skin is standing up. There is sweat running down my body, underneath my breasts and even running over my brow. This is exercise. The contractions of my muscles over and over are work like I have not had to do in a very long time.
