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“Owww! Zion! Please!”
“Take your punishment, star girl. Next time there is conflict, you will stay clear of it.”
“Zionnn!” I squeal his name as the lash lands again. It feels like liquid fire across my hindquarters. I hate these rules. I hate all rules, but especially the ones that mean I have to submit and run and… this is Tyna’s fault. That bitch exploding in what sounds like orgasm nearby is getting away with all this.
“Apologize,” he instructs me.
“For what? For someone else hating me!”
“You’re arguing,” he growls, bringing the lash down again.
Damn right I am arguing. I will argue to the end of time if it means disagreeing with this punishment.
“This is not just about you,” he rumbles. “This is about the unity of the tribe. We cannot have women fighting in our absence. We cannot have discord and disharmony. We must act as one.”
“She was acting as one. One fucking… ow!”
The lash lands again. He is not going to listen to me. He is not going to take my side. He promised he would, but when it comes down to it, Zion is about the others, not me. I feel my eyes filling with tears. If he cared, he would take my side. He would protect me from these barbaric customs. He would make Tyna stay away. He would…
I feel his hand on my bottom, his voice in my ear. “This is how you become one with us,” he says, rubbing my rear. “This pain will pass, but the bonds formed remain forever.”
“Zion, please,” I whimper. “No more leather. It hurts.”
“What comes next will hurt more. Remember it.”
“No!”
He is back to being the savage I always knew he was. There is some small voice in the very back of my head reminding me that he’s right. I could have backed down from Tyna, but I never have. Why should I? Maybe Zion owns me, but none of the others do. I am still of the stars. I am still above these people…
The lash lands just as I think that thought.
Maybe I am not above them. Not anymore. Maybe I am just one of them. Maybe my refusal to fit into the social structures here is what has led us to this point. Maybe Tyna isn’t wrong. Maybe she reacted to more than just the fact that Zion and I were a couple. Maybe she didn’t like my arrogance and my attitude. Maybe…
The leather makes another blazing visit across my bottom. Zion is not showing me any mercy. My toes kick and curl, the most humiliating wails escape my mouth.
“Harder!” One of the warriors calls for greater punishment. I don’t know if he means for me or for Tyna. There is a collective laugh from the males. I feel the aggressive male desire all around me. They are glad we made this mistake. They are enjoying this display of our feminine vulnerability, punished by ruthless males.
Just when I think it can’t get any more embarrassing, Zion drops the leather and spreads my legs. I am wet. Dripping. His cock thrusts inside me, spreading me wide, taking me with pounding, punishing strokes.
The tribe watches as we are both fucked, our bottoms whipped and then spread for the male cocks who own us. When I dare look up even for a moment, I see that the warriors are looking on with carnal satisfaction while most of the women have fled, beside Tyna’s huntresses. They stay nearby, looking on with a more solemn solidarity.
Zion’s cock fills me and I look over at Tyna. They are doing worse things to her now. Her mouth is filled deep, I watch her face contort as a thick rod spears inside her ass, and a moment later it is my mouth dropping open as Zion slides out of my pussy and instead begins to push his dick inside my tightest hole.
I start to beg for him not to do it, but I know the begging will do nothing. The thick head of his cock finds my bottom, presses at the tight ring of muscle, then pulls away. I think he is showing mercy, but he is simply taking a moment to prepare me. His hands spread my spanked cheeks and his tongue bathes my bottom. It is as if I am an animal; he is cleaning me, teasing me. He is performing filthy animal acts on me. And I am responding. My dripping pussy clenches against nothing at all as his tongue probes my bottom, followed by a finger that makes entrance to that place never designed to take a cock.
“Not there! Not there!”
My gasped pleas do nothing at all. When he decides I am going to be fucked, I am fucked, but my bottom is tight, and the massive thickness of his cock is not an easy fit. It stings and it stretches and it makes me moan and gasp. His big hands are wrapped about my waist, pressing me down into position. There’s no way out of this.
