Friday, July 8, 2016

Weekend Wake-up Call – Alien Interludes: An Improper Proposal

“I said, stay still,” the Dramok insisted, his fingers in her pussy bending to rub that most sensitive part of her sheath.  

He wanted to play one of their games.  Lindsey wasn’t sure if it was the one where they tortured her with pleasure, not allowing her to come until she was screaming for it; or the Master/slave game in which disobedience was punished.  It didn’t matter.  She loved both.

So she ignored Bacoj’s commands, twisting and writhing to put the friction where she wanted it.  He stopped everything he was doing, pulling fingers free of her openings and abandoning her throbbing clit.

Before she could whine, he spoke.  “This one has forgotten her body is ours to command.  She is disobeying me.”

Japohn and Vax immediately ended their sweet assault on her breasts and mouth.  All three of her clanmates glowered at her, their expressions disapproving enough to make a Tragoom wither in shame.

Masters and slave it was.  Her stomach churned with mixed dread and desire.

Bacoj moved to sit on the edge of the bed.  “You will lie across my lap for your punishment,” he said.  “Present yourself now.”

Between the leshella and Japohn’s bite, Lindsey’s head swirled.  But she made herself roll onto all fours, where she crouched for an instant, trying to recover her equilibrium.

A hand so big it could only be Japohn’s seized the back of her neck.  “Now, slave,” he barked, half dragging her towards their Dramok.

“For your insolence in not moving faster, you will receive extra punishment,” Bacoj said with obvious relish.  Lindsey could see how hard his cocks strained his formsuit.  “Ten for your first disobedience, ten more for not immediately answering my summons.”

Lindsey’s pussy clenched to hear the duration of the spanking she was going to receive.  She thought she might come before he ever laid a hand on her.

As she reached Bacoj with Japohn’s rough help, Vax added a new twist to the play.  “After each strike, you will count it off and thank your Master for it.  For every swat you do not count or show appreciation for, five more will be added.”

Lindsey bit her lip to keep a groan from escaping.  The thought of the thorough chastisement she was about to enjoy sent a small spasm through her nether parts.  It was a token baby climax, a sweet little precursor to what would follow.

Submissive, she laid over Bacoj’s muscled thighs, giving herself over to him.  He adjusted her position so that her head and shoulders hung down, her long chestnut hair flowing nearly to the floor between her hands.  One of her legs was adjusted so that it rested on the bed, the other pushed wide, her toes bracing against the thick fur of a rug.  He’d spread her open to administer the spanking on as much flesh as he could bare.  Lindsey shivered and closed her eyes.

Bacoj’s palm pressed between her shoulder blades, steadying her.  Her anticipation was climbing, and it took real effort to relax her body, especially her vulnerable buttocks.  It would hurt a lot more if she was tense, maybe to the point where she would not enjoying being spanked.  Lindsey didn’t want to infringe on any of their fun.

Bacoj stroked the mounds of her ass, his touch feather light.  He was lulling her as he always did before a spanking, tricking part of her to believe he could never strike her with anything but the most tender of touches.  

“So pale and perfect and lovely,” he said with real appreciation.  “Too perfect, in fact.  When was the last time she was spanked, Japohn?”  

The Nobek answered immediately.  “Eight days ago, my Dramok.  By me.”

“Ah yes.  I remember now.  That’s a long time between discipline.  No wonder she’s being so naughty.”

“Perhaps her punishment should be extended.  A week of daily spankings?” Vax suggested.  His voice was quite breathy.

To Lindsey’s delight, Bacoj agreed.  “An excellent idea.  I want this pretty ass kept pink at all times.  When we are alone, you will wear no clothes, slave.  That way I can be sure you’re the correct shade.”

Her pussy gushed wetness.  Lindsey’s voice was breathier than Vax’s.  “Yes, my Dramok.”

Too damned bad we won’t be alone very much, not with our families so happy to have us back.

Lindsey immediately felt bad for thinking such a thing.  She’d missed her sister and mother so much!  It was the intoxication screwing with her head, she decided.

Before she could debate anymore with herself, Bacoj’s palm cracked down on her exposed, defenseless rear.  Sharp pain and awesome heat radiated from her hindquarters.  Lindsey cried out and jerked on his lap.

Almost too late she remembered to gasp, “One!  Thank you, my Dramok.”

“Remain completely still for the rest, or I’ll add more.”

“Yes, my Dramok.”

The words had barely left her mouth when the next blow landed exactly where the first had.  Pain exploded, and the first tears prickled her eyes.  She managed to not move though.  “Two.  Thank you, my Dramok.”

More spanking, her flesh agonizing under the weight of his heavy hand.  She shuddered and sobbed out the count as well as the thank yous.   Tears dripped from her eyes to lose themselves in the dark brown fur covering the floor.

Then, as it always did when she surrendered herself to the clan, her brain went to that place where pain became intense sensation, gorgeous and full, turning torment to titillation.  Now she felt the entire weight of being helpless, of having to obey, of leaving all responsibility for making choices behind.  She was theirs utterly, her whole being centered on their desires.

Swack.  “Eight.  Thank you, my Dramok.”  Swack.  “Nine.  Thank you, my Dramok.”

Deeper and deeper into that pool of absolute submission.  Under the steadily drumming pulse of her master’s hand, Lindsey’s body heated.  Her insides twisted, coiling tight as the pressure of the strikes permeated into her center.  He could punish her for all of eternity, and she would do nothing to stop him.  The idea drove the spike of desire deeper into her core.

Swack.  “Ten.  Thank you, my Dramok.”  Swack.  “Eleven.  Thank you, my Dramok.”

Sweet, bubbling passion boiled in her belly.  Swack.  “Twelve.  Thank you, my Dramok.”  He was so strong.  So commanding.  Swack.  “Thirteen.  Thank you, my Dramok.”  Her insides were all liquid, melting under the heat of his power.  Swack.  “Fourteen.  Thank you, my Dramok.”  

Now the strikes were sending sizzles throughout her, making it hard not to squirm.  Swack.  She seemed to feel that one right on her clit, as if there was a direct line from her buttocks to that engorged nub.  “Fifteen.  Thank you, my Dramok,” she panted.  She thought she might come.  He shifted slightly as he brought his hand down again, and his thigh made contact with that sensitive bit of her womanhood.  Swack.  Lindsey’s eyes rolled with burgeoning delight.  “Six – sixteen,” she groaned.  “Thank you, my Dramok.”

She was closing in.  They hadn’t told her she needed permission to come.  As orgasm opened its jaws wide to consume her, she had no intention of asking.  Swack.

“Seventeen,” she whisper-screamed as the beast inched closer still, readying to take her.  “Thank you, my Dramok.”

The climax was hovering just out of reach, and Lindsey feared there wasn’t enough of her punishment left to send her into its hungry maw.  The next time Bacoj’s palm splatted against her flesh, she only moaned.  She didn’t count, didn’t thank him, though her gratitude at this moment knew no bounds.

“Five extra, slave,” he panted.  She could feel the steel of his erection against her ribs.  “The next is number nineteen.  Say it.”

Swack.  The ticklish-hot pulse billowed huge within her, but the dam did not yet break.  “Nineteen.  Thank you, my Dramok.”

Another slap.  Lindsey could scarcely breathe.  Her belly felt tight with pressure, and she thought she might go insane from need.  “Twenty.  Thank you, my Dramok,” she heard, though she couldn’t feel her lips move.  All her being was focused on that maddening heat that refused to consume her.


Ecstasy so intense it was almost painful broke over Lindsey.  It blew up and spilled from her in a series of convulsions, each of which she announced with a throaty groan.  She thought the men might have been chuckling, but she was too caught up in the pleasure to be sure.  Bacoj helped her along by continuing to spank her, sending more heat to prolong the orgasm.

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