Ah, to be punished by a Kalquorian clan. Impulsive Dani isn't very good at behaving herself with the clan of Gelan, Wynhod, and Krijero. These men demand respect and when they don't get it, our girl finds out how painful pleasuring can be.
Gelan’s voice came from behind. “You are in no position to make demands. You may ask us very nicely, little Earther. We might consider giving you release if you behave like a good girl.”
The parental tone grated on her nerves despite the intoxicated arousal that screamed for her to give them what they wanted. Who the hell did that Dramok think he was anyway? “Good girl? I’m a prostitute, you big, stupid ape. If you want a good girl, go to a convent.”
As the words left her mouth, Dani regretted her impulsiveness. The silence that hung in the air told her she was in trouble.
“She needs discipline,” Wynhod growled.
Gelan: “Indeed. Let’s show her how gentle we’ve been up to now.”
They went at her hard then, and the next few minutes were an eternity of exquisite torture. Dani had never imagined sensual desire could be as terrible a weapon as pain, but the Kalquorians wielded it with precision. A beating might have been easier to bear.
She screamed into a hard mouth that sealed over hers, the tongue plunging in as if to rape her throat. Hands alternated between spanking her breasts and pleasuring them until the line between delight and agony disappeared, becoming intense sensation that barreled straight to her clit. Fingers slid in and out of her anus, evoking terrible bliss of the forbidden. Three fingers thrust in and out of her vagina, discovering the sensitive nest of nerves at the front of the channel and setting fire to her clutching sheath. The vibrator hummed against her nubbin, driving her mad with primitive want.
Every time Dani neared elation, just as it was within her grasp, the men withdrew, leaving her crying and helpless. After three rounds of torment, all her defenses fled, leaving her broken with need. Pride was only a memory, an unwanted virtue in the wake of such persecution.
“Please,” she sobbed. “Please.”
“What do you think?” Krijero’s voice was soft with contemplation.
Wynhod: “I don’t think she’s quite there yet.”
Gelan: “I agree. Let’s continue.”
They went at her again, ignoring her cries. Mouths, hands, and vibrator consumed her world, sending her effortlessly into the stratosphere, letting her feel the glorious dissolution that was hers. If. They’d. Only. Go. Just. One. Second. Longer…
They pulled away again.
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