“See? I can put you in any position I prefer.” Tukui demonstrated by stretching her arms out on either side. Tina noted how his cocks strained the crotch of his uniform. His command over her excited him.
He’s not the only one. Her pussy was wet, which Yorso discovered when he stroked her.
“It’s not an urge to keep us satisfied,” he told Tukui as he teased her flesh, making her writhe. Her defenseless cunt throbbed as he played.
“A clanmate willing to be powerless during sex, no fight for dominance required,” the Dramok grinned. “Tina, if you only knew what a gift this is.”
“Let’s put her in the air,” Osopa panted, looking her over; a hunter who’d found prey in his trap. “I want to touch every inch of her.”
“I agree. Cuffs, elevate to vertical.”
Tina yelped with surprise as she was lifted by the metal rings. The men assisted, ensuring she wasn’t jerked by the devices. They set her hovering over the floor, and they crowded around her.
Greedy hands and mouths mapped her from head to toes, eagerly exploring places familiar and those they’d missed in the past. Tina hung in sacrifice, limbs outstretched so that they could reach everything. There was no part of her she could deny them. That knowledge fed her lust as much as what they did to her.
They sucked her breasts, even occasionally nipping. She squealed at the small hurts but didn’t ask for it to halt. The pain emphasized her vulnerability, transforming into pleasure. It was confusing, scary even, but she arched towards whomever played roughly at that moment, offering herself for more.
Her open pussy invited kisses, licks, and plunging fingers that used her wetness to invade her ass. Acutely aware of her inability to deny the three men, she gasped and moaned as craving left her jerking against the cuffs holding her hostage, cuffs she couldn’t escape.
Mine. Theirs. Forever.
“Sweet Matara,” Yorso whispered in her ear. “Do you sense our power over you? You can’t stop your Dramok from sucking and squeezing your pretty little tits. Look how red they’ve turned! And your Nobek can do whatever he chooses to your cunt and ass while you hang here at his mercy. Soon it won’t be his fingers and mouth. Soon it will be his cocks fucking you.”
She shuddered and groaned as he nipped her earlobe, his breath hot as he tormented her with his crude, exciting talk. “You’re ours to fuck for the rest of your life. Every day, in every way, you’ll surrender yourself however we crave you. Isn’t that so?”
Tina noticed the nervous glance Tukui shot at his Imdiko, but she was enthralled with how Yorso played with her strange eagerness for carnal surrender. Strange, because she wasn’t thinking of how it would please them. Strange, because she was focused on how it made her feel.
“Fuck me,” she whimpered.
Osopa answered. “First, I have something I want to try. They were using these on the—in the re-education area. I used my rank to claim one when Dr. Degorsk wasn’t there to complain.”
He reached in a pouch on his belt and drew out a rubbery-looking glove. Tukui and Yorso chuckled in recognition.
“I’d tell you not to get yourself into trouble since that’s my role, but this might be worth having Dr. Degorsk yell at you,” Tukui said.
“What is it?” Tina asked. It didn’t look special. Just a blue glove with ridges on the fingertips.
Osopa pulled it on. “My beautiful Matara, it might turn out to be your very best friend.”
That cracked up the others. The Nobek fiddled with circular dots on the wrist of his glove. Over Tukui’s and Yorso’s laughter, Tina heard a hum.
“Let’s see how you feel about this.” The good-danger expression had returned, jolting Tina with heady nervousness. Then she received a different kind of jolt.
Osopa pressed his gloved fingers to her clit. They vibrated against the swollen nub, and her entire body electrified. She cried out as her hips bucked, rapture pulsing from the contact. Her thoughts disintegrated, leaving her senseless in heaving ecstasy.
He rubbed her clit, the ridged pads adding stunning friction to the maelstrom. Rapture shrieked through her being with such strength, her primitive reaction was to attempt to flee, or at least shove his hand away. Her arms and legs jerked, but the cuffs held her prisoner. She was trapped.
An inarticulate plea tumbled from her lips, a garbled cross between moan and scream. She yanked to free herself from the overwhelming sensation, but her bonds held fast. Bliss was pouring through her in a flood tide, and she was drowning.
Tukui and Yorso latched onto her breasts. One of them fucked her back hole with his fingers. She was walloped by the decadence of their actions. She’d given them command over her, to do as they wished, and she couldn’t stop them. She sobbed with mingled fear and lust.
Osopa crooned as he held his demon fingers to her clamoring sex, watching her avidly. “No hope of breaking free. Take it, my Matara. Surrender to it. Come for me.”
As if he’d opened the cage of a ravening beast, climax broke loose. It stampeded through Tina in molten streams, each brutal wave heralded by her strangled cries. The pleasure was ruthless in its savagery.
Twisting and gyrating, she fought to escape the ecstasy that bordered on pain. They followed her desperate lurches, forcing her to accept their cruel touch and endure every spasm that threatened to turn her inside out. She tried to tell them to stop, but what came out of her mouth was, “Yes! Yes! Yes!”
She had no idea if they kept her suspended in bliss for minutes or hours. When at last they released her, she hung from the cuffs moaning. Her pussy spasmed sporadically, trying to spend the residual excitement that rippled through her. She was physically gutted.
“A lovely start,” Osopa chuckled.
“I’d have liked to be inside her when that was happening,” Tukui growled.
“Then do so. You and Yorso at once while I play with her.”
“Our Nobek is a wise man.” Yorso moved behind Tina. “This is why I joined this clan.”
“Ouch. I had nothing to do with it, huh?” Tukui lifted Tina’s chin and kissed her. She noted he’d peeled his one-piece uniform down to the boots he wore. His cocks, livid and swollen, brushed the red swirls of her pubic hair.
“Of course you count. You have a great ass,” Yorso offered sweetly.
Tukui ignored him. “Ancestors, she’s so wet.”
Tina whimpered as he stroked her sex, which clenched in reaction to his attention. He kissed her deeply while positioning his front cock for the initial thrust. The cuffs held her open for him and at the perfect height.
She wasn’t sure she could handle more. She still trembled from the shattering climax Osopa had forced on her.
I have no choice. Her first coherent thought brought another involuntary spasm.
“That’s right,” Tukui breathed. “That sweet pussy wants me. I’m happy to obey.”
He thrust, making her take him all at once. It wasn’t difficult, due to their combined wetness, but Tina’s passage was engorged from orgasm. Thrilling pain eclipsed all sense, and a dizzying clap of elation suffused her.
He gave her no opportunity for recovery, drumming against her, driving into her. Her head tossed as she tried to find some means of withstanding the onslaught, animal noises escaping her throat. Pleasure was a relentless beat, battering her inside, growing heavy.