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He didn’t paddle her immediately. Instead, he rubbed her ass vigorously, increasing the circulation. It shifted the butt plug, asserting its presence and adding excitement. Meanwhile, Rihep and Etnil tugged the chains of the nipple clamps and kept them swinging so she could appreciate their exquisite hurt before the paddle claimed the greater part of her attention.
Stacy crouched on all fours, enduring their attention, remembering how good it would ultimately feel. Doing her best to convince herself, as she often did, that surrendering to the men wasn’t a mistake.
Kuran ended the admittedly enjoyable massage. Stacy tensed, then remembered what a bad idea it was. She forced her muscles to relax as much as she could. They immediately tightened again, and she kept having to ease off.
The seconds ticked by, lengthening the expectation of what was coming. Kuran drew out Stacy’s anxiety, allowing Rihep and Etnil to keep her on edge by bestowing insistent attention on her stinging, heat-filled breasts. Stacy’s fingertips gripped the bed’s cover. She dreaded and wished Kuran would do it. Oh no, she was tense.Relax—
The three-inch-thick paddle whacked her ass. An inferno of blazing agony woke, and she yelped as her backside throbbed blistering heat. Her knees dug in the bed as instinct tried to make her spring from her tormentors, but she managed to remain in place.
“Naughty girl, he’ll add to it if you attempt to get away.” Etnil’s teasing singsong rose above her breathless sobs. “Better stay put, or you’ll learn what real punishment is.”
The paddle struck, and agony resounded. Stacy’s next cry was louder. A flood of tears blurred her sight and smeared the figures of Rihep and Etnil in her peripheral vision. The rapture she was so certain of seemed very far from her grasp, maybe impossible. What if it didn’t come tonight? What if there was only hurt?
Smack. Scorching distress seared her ass. No, it wasn’t happening this time. She should yellsholt, the Kalquorian word for stop, which would end the spanking. And probably the rest of the night’s sexy fun. They’d be so disappointed…
Smack. More heat. At last, its tendrils reached deep. They found and teased her core, but she thought it was too late. The first wisps of carnal excitement from giving in to brutal cravings were too faint.
Stacy heard a low humming. There was another wallop, and she stopped wondering what the familiar sound was to grasp at the too-slowly changing sensations. She had to stop. Craving wasn’t happening the way it should.
Pressure settled on her mound. A violent quivering found her clit, which had engorged as if the paddling were a sensual delight. Stacy forgot to breathe as deep thrumming filled her intimate flesh, waking primitive hunger.
“Naughty girl likes her spankings. They get her so excited. Her Nobek’s correction makes her come every time.”
She felt the paddle strike and felt the heat more than pain. The vibrator Etnil rubbed on her clit twisted what agony there’d been into a nameless intensity, which shuddered her very soul. She couldn’t stop herself from grinding against it.
“Ride it, naughty girl.”
She did. Her hips moved in quickening rhythm as ecstasy beckoned, as the paddle matched her thrusts and urged her on, as the sizzling tugs on her nipples increased.
“Come for us. Show us you belong to us.”
Yes. She was theirs. She had to show them she could behave, she’d give them whatever they desired, whenever and however they wanted.
“Are you going to come for us?”
“Yes.” She was nearly there, the sweetly violent feeling of craving growing too big to be stopped, the proof she’d give them everything. The paddle tattooed her ass, her tits clamored under the constant tugs, and she rode the insistent pressure at her clit. Roiling bliss filled her and pushed to escape.
She shattered.
Blinding white eclipsed all but the heaving elation billowing through her, pouring from her. Waves pounded, breaking her to bits in a thrilling deluge. She was tossed helpless in the seething tide of rapture, and it seemed an eternity passed before it released her.
She was first aware of somebody moaning, and it took a few seconds before she realized it came from her. She became aware she was trembling from head to toe, still somehow on all fours. The vibrator was gone, and the paddling was over. The ache from the nipple clamps was pleasant, the hanging weights no longer a torment.
“Have you returned to us?” Rihep’s smiling face appeared.
“Think so.”
“Then lie on your back.”
She did so, managing to not collapse despite how her body quaked. She whimpered when her aching ass met the bed’s surface, but it was the good ache that made her feel strangely secure. As soon as she settled, Kuran crawled onto the mat and settled his wide shoulders between her legs. Without preamble, his long, rough tongue lapped her sopping pussy.
Stacy was spent, but there was no fighting the pleasure his attention kept awake. They were nowhere near done, and she’d soon be fully aroused and eager for more.
“It’s wonderful when we can take you out of your mind,” Rihep chuckled as he slid closer. He licked her exposed nipple tips. His smile broadened as a tremor seized her at the darts of sensation.
“You say it as if we’ve ever failed to.” Etnil used two fingers to spread her pussy folds to allow Kuran better access. The Nobek growled, his way of saying thanks.
“You haven’t.” Stacy’s voice was whispery, and ended in a moan as Kuran’s tongue stabbed deep.
