Poor, outraged boy, taking shelter in fury so he wouldn’t have to confront his grief. Tina was certain that was what was happening. For the life of her, she couldn’t think what would make it better.
With a dejected sigh, she forced herself to her feet and plodded out of the children’s bedroom, leaving the door open a crack so she’d hear them if they called out. Then down the short hall, to the living area where the men waited. They ended quiet conversation when she appeared.
“Are they both asleep?” Tukui asked.
“As far as I can tell.”
He motioned her to follow him to the master bedroom. Osopa and Yorso joined them, the Nobek closing the door behind them so the only light that crept in came from beneath it. Nearly blinded and concerned about the children, Tina opened her mouth to protest.
“I’ll hear them if they need us. Kalquorian hearing is quite sensitive,” he assured.
“You’re sure?”
“No doubt. We’ll know if they leave their room.” Tukui was in front of her. He tugged her blouse off and unhooked her bra. His palms were rough on her breasts as he rubbed her nipples to hardness. She gasped as pleasure zinged straight to her sex. Except for the one romp in Yorso’s office, she’d not been intimate with her clanmates since her siblings’ arrival.
“Is this a good idea?”
“It’s the best idea ever,” Yorso growled. The primitive sound kept her from resisting.
He and Osopa joined Tukui in undressing her, their touches bold, demanding. Her breath hitched as her breasts were pinched and tugged on, as wetted fingers invaded her ass and pussy. Hurt swirled, clinging tight to bliss.
“Stand still. Accept what we do.” Tukui’s order froze her in place. She shuddered under the exciting assault, but obeyed without protest. As unprepared as she was for intimate games, the digits fucking her pussy made wet sounds. Desire was awake and filling her quickly.
She wanted to give in to them more than anything. Her appetite for decadence matched theirs, especially when they used more forceful, exacting measures. Tina tended to be loud when reacting to the firm, even painful amusements she enjoyed. What if the children heard?
As if reading her thoughts, Osopa whispered in her ear. “You’ll have to be quiet, my Matara, so as to not wake the little ones. No matter what we do to you, punishment and reward must be endured with silence.”
Fabric slid against her chin, then adjusted so that it fell across her lips. “Open,” Yorso said. She did, and he tied the gag.
Though her eyes had adjusted to see hints of shapes, she was reluctant to move forward into the darkness when she was prodded to do so. A smart slap to her buttocks got her moving, as well as creating a jab of excitement.
“Lean over. Put your arms behind you.”
She bent so her torso rested on the huge sleeping surface that had been created for the clan by shoving two queen-size beds together. Cuffs circled her wrists, holding them at the small of her back. She was in her favorite position: helpless before the whims of her clan.
Calloused fingers rubbed her slit and ass, spreading wetness and increasing her desire. She heard a drawer slide open and things being moved about. Her clanmates had been collecting sensual toys from ship stores of various Kalquorian and other alien vessels, but they’d had little opportunity to use them. Though Tina couldn’t grasp the function of several, peeking in the drawer from time to time had filled her with anticipation of when she’d learn about them.
The darkness was no hindrance for whomever was choosing the tools to torture her with. Like their hearing, Kalquorians saw well with minimal illumination. Tina was sure they had a clear view of her, bent with her ass in the air, her legs spread as she’d been taught so they could see what they were soon to enjoy.
Were already enjoying, she amended as her breasts were groped and her pussy and ass fingered. Then something slick and thicker than a finger, but smaller than a cock, shoved into her tighter hole. She bit into the gag as it abruptly widened, setting off a monstrous ache as it shoved between tight muscles. It popped into place, seating within her firmly, plugging her ass. She fought against squirming at the hot throb of the forced stretching. At least the widest part was inside, no longer straining her entrance.
Someone gripped the nape of her neck, holding her in place. A hum filled the room, louder than the glove they’d enjoyed using on her.
“No moving. No noise,” Tukui reminded her.
A hard, vibrating object pressed against her pussy. It covered her sex’s entirety, including her clit. Whatever they used on her quivered violently, injecting searing desire. Within seconds, Tina fought to remain still, chewing desperately on the gag to keep from crying out.
“That’s it. Feel the need to come getting stronger.” A slap to her breast punctuated Yorso’s murmur.
The object in her ass was pulled out, the bulbous center exiting painfully, only to be thrust in again. Fucking her tight hole as they watched her quake with craving and torment. A whimper escaped.
“Quiet. Your joy is to suffer bliss and anguish for our satisfaction in silence. You’ll be disciplined for any infraction.”
“You want to climax. The desperation is growing beyond your control.”
“I have my switch ready for when you misbehave, girl. I cut it while I was on patrol, just today.”
A pinch to her nipple, sending heady darts of pain to join the confusion of her throbbing ass and spasming cunt.
“You’re desperate to come. You want to beg for the privilege.”
“Try to speak, and you’ll be corrected.”
“You’ll feel my switch on your ass and thighs if you dare to disobey.”
She couldn’t think with them whispering thrilling threats, not with that delicious mixture of hurt and rapture pushing her to the brink.
A click sounded. The vibrations against her pussy and clit doubled. She shook under the ferocity of its power. Passion gnawed at her, driving her straight to that unsurmountable barrier that would only fall when her masters permitted her to orgasm.
A moan escaped her. Her hips jerked in an effort to either escape the torture or discover some way to crash through the hurdle of climax.
“Naughty girl. You’ve earned the penalty.”
The plug shoved in deep again, where it lodged. Then came the astoundingly quick succession of swish-tap-swish-tap-swish-tap, so fast it blurred into a seamless whole. Tina had no idea what made the sound until hot, stinging pain streaked over her ass and the backs of her thighs. Osopa’s switch was doing its task, reprimanding her disobedience.
She moved then, her feet patting the floor in turn as the instinct to run took over. She couldn’t stop herself as the switch worked its way up and down, setting her skin on fire. Meanwhile, vibrations continued to blast against her pussy, melding the splendid with the awful until it was one excruciating rapture. She had just enough presence of mind to bury her face in the bed linens so her gasps were silenced. Orgasm crushed against the wall of her need for permission, straining to break free but unable to.
She was euphoric with agony, perverse in her hunger for it to never end. She gloried in pain that wasn’t really pain any longer, but a pulse of exultant sensation. Tina almost cried with regret when the word was finally spoken.
“Come.”
Climax detonated, its reverberations igniting up her spine, down her legs, straight into her skull. A silent, whiteness consumed her as pulsations chased throughout, making her limbs tingle with electricity.