Adamant Spirits, page 44
“Put a team together and send them to investigate. Keep the mission stealth. I demand they do not engage. Have them report back to command as soon as they find anything,” Edagon ordered as he studied the incoming ship logs.
Aubrie sat down in a nearby seat and tried to stay out of the way. The back of her neck itched and she scratched it, noticing that there was a bump growing there. She felt it again, realizing it was also in the same location of the tracking device that had been inserted ages ago when she joined the military. Until now, she hadn’t given the thing a second thought.
Her arm tingled then, almost as if an electronic signal was passing through her veins.
Something inside her mind clicked then and a transmission began.
“Commander Aubrie Kent. This is Sergeant Logan Shepard. Earthen forces have breached the dome of the Venassathi city where you’re being held captive. We know your coordinates but need you to try to get somewhere on higher ground so that we may rescue you. Once you are in a safe location, please tap your finger twice on the back of your neck to confirm. End message.”
Startled, she looked around to ensure that no one else had heard the male voice that had just played in her head. Blinking, she realized that the tracking device within her body must have other functions, such as emergency communication with prisoners of war. She watched Edagon for a long moment, seeing how busy he was and how much his people respected him.
As she wandered around the room, he didn’t seem to notice any of her movements. Scrutinizing her surroundings, she saw two exits. She moved closer toward the one she and Edagon had come through, and no one had any care for her carefully calculated explorations. It was a stark reminder that on this planet, she was nothing to anyone, a human slave owned by their commander.
An alien male entered the room, and she slipped out the door behind him. Quickly, she ran around the corner and waited, her ears met with overwhelming silence. Considering her options, she returned to the path they had taken to get to the command center. There was an elevator, but she also saw a door indicating stairs nearby. Remembering that Edagon had used his palm in order to power the elevator, she elected to dash toward the stairs.
Flight after flight, she tore upward at a full sprint, hearing nothing behind her but the heavy beating of her own heart. Eventually, after what seemed like forever, she reached the top of the building. She was alone as she emerged out into the open air.
Taking in her surroundings, she saw a pile of crates and quickly moved to hide herself behind them. It took a long moment to catch her breath.
She tapped her neck twice.
“Commander Aubrie Kent to Sergeant Logan Shepard. Message received. Location changed. Please come find me,” she whispered, adrenaline coursing through her veins and cloaking her fear. If Edagon found her now, he’d surely kill her. There was no doubt in her mind.
She sat there for a long while before she heard a sound. Boots clicked on the concrete surface and she hazarded a glance around the corner, only to see a small group of familiar military faces. She sighed with happiness and stood up, waving to her Earthen military mates. The man at the head of the group carried a large AKX1200, a laser gun that was one of the most advanced technology that Earth had developed.
“Sergeant Logan Shepard?” she asked hesitantly.
“Commander Aubrie Kent?” the man asked, his dark brown eyes studying her. He wore a helmet that hid most of his face, the black gear telling her that he was a part of the stealth division. The men around him trained their weapons on her. Every single one of them narrowed their gazes at her. Something wasn’t right. They didn’t rush to rescue her or check her for injuries. Instead, their formation began to tighten. Fingers stiffened on triggers, eyes locked on sights that were pointed toward her. She began to feel uneasy in that moment.
“Yes. Identity confirmed,” she responded.
Sergeant Shepard pressed a button on his helmet, saying the words “target acquired” softly into the wind. She took a step backward then, a sickening feeling bubbling up from the bottom of her stomach.
Shepard lifted his weapon and trained it on her.
She knew it then and she cried out in defeat. This wasn’t a rescue mission, this was an assassination. Earth had abandoned her, deemed her worthy of nothing but death. She had important information about the human forces and they could no longer afford to keep her alive. She knew too much. It was a danger to allow her to live. Shock stilled her. Everything she had worked for, her entire life, all the time and dedications she had willingly given the military, it was all for nothing.
She was now a liability.
She was as good as dead.
“I’m sorry, Commander, but orders are orders,” he said, without a single hint of emotion in his voice.
The sergeant moved to pull the trigger.
A golden shimmer moved behind him and the outline of a tall form materialized. She blinked, convinced her eyes were playing tricks on her. After a long moment, Commander Edagon appeared behind Shepard and he did not look pleased.
All at once, golden shimmers appeared everywhere and the Venassathi men appeared within the small group of men. The battle began and ended in a matter of seconds, the human forces taken by surprise. The alien men were bigger, more powerful, and most important, had access to weapons that left human technology in the dust.
She watched in both horror and relief as each alien man dispatched the humans, leaving them paralyzed and shackled as quickly as they appeared, all with a tiny handheld device in each of the alien’s hands.
Commander Edagon walked toward her, his eyes dark, stormy, and incredibly angry.
“See to it that the prisoners are detained and questioned. Take down the last remaining ship in the air and see to it that their escape routes are destroyed. No one is to enter the dome without first providing proof that they are indeed Venassathi. Am I perfectly clear? This breach of our great city will never happen again,” he warned, his voice loud and quaking with ire.
“Yes, Commander. Consider it done,” one of the aliens responded.
He purposely moved in front of her and she suddenly felt very small.
“You and I have much to discuss, slave,” he growled and she trembled before him.
He offered her his hand and stared at her then, daring her to defy him.
Tentatively, she took it, knowing whatever was to happen next would probably not be good for her. She had no other options though.
“I’ll handle my slave, gents. I’ll see to it that she won’t even think about betraying us again,” he warned loudly and she shivered.
She was going to die.
Six
The walk back to Edagon’s chamber was eerily silent except for the sound of their steps echoing in the hall, ringing like a bell tolling her doom. She felt numb. Cold. Like it was all about to end.
He thought her a traitor to him. Her enemy. There was no reason he would allow her to survive this. Hell, even Earth had planned to kill her. She watched as he placed his palm on the reader, the familiar heavy steel door opening for them and closing with a loud click after they entered.
She stood there alone as she felt his presence approach behind her. She felt the roughness of his touch on her back as he gripped the fabric of the dress covering her body. A terrible ripping sound echoed around her and she cried as he tore the gown off of her. The shredded fabric fell to the floor, revealing her nakedness to him once again. She moved to cover herself, but he quickly knocked her hands away.
She felt his breath on her skin—hot, angry, vengeful—and she struggled to keep silent in her fear. Trembling, she closed her eyes.
He moved behind her, pushing her hair to the side and revealing the back of her neck to his view. His thumb pressed against the bump on her throat, running over the tracking device with the tip of his finger.
She couldn’t see what he was doing then, but felt a sharp sudden pinch of pain at that very spot. It took a moment for her to realize that it was the edge of a knife that scraped shallowly against her throat. In agony, she cried out when he pinched the wound in her skin. With alarm, she felt the tracker first dislodge, then move and pop out of her skin.
“Please. Don’t hurt me,” she begged, her hand flying to her neck, the feel of her blood flowing across her sensitive flesh.
He didn’t say a word as he placed the flat of the blade against her neck. The metal was cool at first, but then warmed against her skin. Electric pulses awoke every nerve, overwhelming her senses. She yelped, but then the sharp pain began to fade away just as quickly as it had come and she felt her flesh begin to knit back together.
A soft fabric brushed against her, wiping away any semblance of blood that remained. There was no more pain. She reached back to touch the place he had sliced open and felt nothing; no bump, no scar, no more blood, just the seamless, unmarred softness of her own skin.
It was like it had never happened. He had healed her. Why would he do that?
“I didn’t know they’d come,” she said softly.
“I know,” he responded, the anger drained from his voice.
He turned her around and held his palm up in front of her eyes, the small tracking device blinking green before her. Slowly, he made a fist and she heard the thing crackle and pop. When he opened his palm again, the only thing left was the shattered remains of the tiny object. It didn’t blink anymore. It was dead.
She swallowed heavily.
“If I am to die, I only ask that you make it quick. It’s okay if it hurts, but please don’t torture me. That’s my only wish, Commander Edagon,” she said, tears freely falling down her cheeks.
He wound a hand around her lower back and cupped the back of her head so that she looked up at him. She studied his eyes, but could discern nothing.
“You think I mean to kill you,” he began, and she choked on a sob.
“After everything that’s happened? How could you not? Your men saw me up there, they probably think that I arranged the entire mission. I’m not only your enemy and your slave, but a traitor in their eyes,” she whispered, her voice shaking with fear.
“I don’t think you should die, Aubrie,” he replied.
“Please don’t torment me,” she begged and he stilled.
“Aubrie, look at me,” he ordered and something inside her broke.
Her vision blurring with tears, she struggled to obey.
“Have I ever physically marred you before? Tortured you for no reason?” he asked, his voice clear and firm.
“No,” she whimpered.
“The correct response is ‘No, sir,’ Aubrie,” he corrected.
“No, sir,” she whispered.
“Do you think I’ll begin now?” His dark eyes studied her, small flashes of red glimmering, and she quaked with her fear.
“No, sir,” she replied softly, a small glimmer of hope coming to life inside her.
“While you certainly misbehaved and tried to escape from me, you were most definitely not involved in your very own assassination mission. Instead of killing you or torturing you, I plan to teach you that you are mine. You will always and forever be mine. I refuse to share you and you would do well to remember that. You are my slave, Aubrie. You are my woman,” he declared and she trembled from the power in his voice.
“You’re going to teach me?”
“Oh, yes, little one,” he replied, a dangerous smirk growing at the edge of his lips.
Her bottom tingled then.
“What’s going to happen? What are you going to do?” she asked worriedly.
“Why don’t you continue on to my bedroom and you’ll find out?”
She shook nervously then. Watching as he flexed his hands, she bit her lip. Despite her nerves, her legs pressed together with hidden desire.
He pointed down the hall and she hesitantly began walking in the direction he wanted. She heard him following her, knew he could see the naked curves of her backside as her hips swayed and she felt her wetness grow between her thighs.
When they reached the bedroom, she heard him close the door behind her. Her heart hammered and her blood boiled with feverish passion.
“How do you think I should punish my naughty slave for leaving my side without permission?” Edagon whispered and she shivered. Without thinking, her hands flew to protect her backside and she looked away, embarrassed.
“A spanking! Good idea, Aubrie. Come here,” he commanded. She saw him open a drawer beside the bed and pull out a black leather paddle.
She hesitated for a long moment.
“If I have to come over there and fetch you, not only are you going to get your bottom paddled, but I’ll add my belt to the mix to truly teach you what happens to naughty humans,” he warned and she shivered.
Her clit throbbed and her legs felt weak with desire.
What was wrong with her? Why did his threats of spanking turn her on so much?
Her feet moved toward him of their own accord.
“Edagon,” she breathed as she approached him.
He grabbed her wrist and tossed her over his knees, locking one leg around hers so her bottom lay high in the air and her thighs were spread, exposing her already very wet pussy to his view. His fingers edged at her secret folds, gliding across her arousal with such ease that she whined with shame.
“Look at this, my woman is looking forward to being taught a lesson by her master, isn’t she?” he said nonchalantly and she felt a flush rush hotly over her face.
He circled her clit then and she keened, embarrassed at her body’s wanton reaction.
“Ask me to punish you, bad girl,” he directed and she moaned. A ball of need knotted at the bottom of her spine, and she shivered from the intensity of it.
“Oh, God, please, Master. Please punish me,” she begged.
His fingers left her pussy and she whined out loud. Her clit pulsed at his absence, wanting him to continue, to allow her release.
“Bad girls don’t get to come yet, slave,” he warned and she shivered with anticipation.
His fingers traced the cleft of her ass.
“You’ve been very bad, Aubrie. You leave me no choice but to punish this bottom inside and out,” he said, unable to mask his own desire.
She heard him rummaging around in his nightstand drawer again and she tried to turn her head to see, but a sharp smack on her right bottom cheek reminded her that she was no longer in charge. Straightening her body, she waited, keenly aware of just how naked she was and just how much her bottom already hurt.
Then he took his hand and spread her bottom cheeks wide enough so that she had no doubt he was staring at her virgin rosebud. She struggled, not wanting him to see her most private of places, but with his leg over hers, there was no escaping his strength.
A wet slippery liquid plopped on top of her tight rosette and she couldn’t help but whine out loud as he began to smooth it over her rim of muscle. Slowly he pressed against her channel and she fought him as much as she could. Clenching her cheeks together, she wrestled against his advances but he was relentless. Eventually, his thumb breached her bottom hole and she cried out at the foreign invasion. It hurt far more than she had expected as he stretched her rosette for the very first time.
His thumb pumped in and out of her bottom and she keened from it.
“You were a very bad girl now, Aubrie, weren’t you,” he coaxed her, all the while pressing in and out of her bottom.
“Yes, Master,” she replied, feeling a sheen of sweat come over her.
“Do you know how I felt? When I saw that man point his gun at you?”
“No, sir,” she whined.
“It terrified me. I realized that I would do whatever I had to do to keep you safe and protect you from harm. I also realized that I needed to be firmer with my woman to teach her that she was meant to be by my side and stay there,” he said and she stilled, feeling his digit work its way deeper into her bottom.
“You care if I live or die?” she asked in disbelief.
“I care very much, Aubrie. By the end of your punishment today, you will have no doubts as to how I feel for you. Do you understand?” he responded.
His thumb left her stretched bottom and she yelped when a glass tip replaced it.
“You’re going to take this whole plug deep in your bottom and then you’re going to get spanked, little girl. Then I’m going to fuck this naughty cunt of yours and teach you that you are forever mine. Understand?”
She shook with fear, desire, confusion, and anticipation.
“Yes, Master,” she whispered and the ruthless assault on her bottom hole continued. He spread her cheeks wide and pushed the plug deeper, stretching her further than she had ever felt before. It burned hotly and she cried out from the strange aching sensation.
The base of the plug seemed impossibly large as Edagon pressed it into her and she whined forlornly at its advance. It felt like it was splitting her in two and she shook from the effort it took to take it.
“Please, Master. No more,” she wailed but that didn’t stop him.
Finally, after it felt like her bottom had been stretched to its max, the plug popped into place. It felt strange and heavy, a constant reminder of his mastery over her body. He placed his palm over top of the base, pressing it further into her and she whimpered.
“You’ll take what I give you, human,” he said.
The rough pads of his fingers once again delved between her legs, discovering just how wet she was. There was something utterly enticing about his ownership of her bottom hole, despite the forbidden nature of it. Her body hummed with her lust, every nerve ending ablaze with passion and want. Her pussy clenched in desperation, achingly empty.
She needed him to touch her.
His hand left the vicinity of the naked vulnerable skin of her ass and smacked her right bottom cheek. She stiffened as the sharp sound of skin slapping skin rang out deafeningly loud, and yelped when the sting of it finally hit her. She didn’t remember it hurting that much the first time. In fact, she only remembered how good he’d made her feel afterward.
He showed no mercy to her poor defenseless and exposed backside, repeatedly punishing all over her ass and down her thighs. In no time at all, she was promising to behave, all the while quite aware of the growing need centered in her core.
Aubrie sat down in a nearby seat and tried to stay out of the way. The back of her neck itched and she scratched it, noticing that there was a bump growing there. She felt it again, realizing it was also in the same location of the tracking device that had been inserted ages ago when she joined the military. Until now, she hadn’t given the thing a second thought.
Her arm tingled then, almost as if an electronic signal was passing through her veins.
Something inside her mind clicked then and a transmission began.
“Commander Aubrie Kent. This is Sergeant Logan Shepard. Earthen forces have breached the dome of the Venassathi city where you’re being held captive. We know your coordinates but need you to try to get somewhere on higher ground so that we may rescue you. Once you are in a safe location, please tap your finger twice on the back of your neck to confirm. End message.”
Startled, she looked around to ensure that no one else had heard the male voice that had just played in her head. Blinking, she realized that the tracking device within her body must have other functions, such as emergency communication with prisoners of war. She watched Edagon for a long moment, seeing how busy he was and how much his people respected him.
As she wandered around the room, he didn’t seem to notice any of her movements. Scrutinizing her surroundings, she saw two exits. She moved closer toward the one she and Edagon had come through, and no one had any care for her carefully calculated explorations. It was a stark reminder that on this planet, she was nothing to anyone, a human slave owned by their commander.
An alien male entered the room, and she slipped out the door behind him. Quickly, she ran around the corner and waited, her ears met with overwhelming silence. Considering her options, she returned to the path they had taken to get to the command center. There was an elevator, but she also saw a door indicating stairs nearby. Remembering that Edagon had used his palm in order to power the elevator, she elected to dash toward the stairs.
Flight after flight, she tore upward at a full sprint, hearing nothing behind her but the heavy beating of her own heart. Eventually, after what seemed like forever, she reached the top of the building. She was alone as she emerged out into the open air.
Taking in her surroundings, she saw a pile of crates and quickly moved to hide herself behind them. It took a long moment to catch her breath.
She tapped her neck twice.
“Commander Aubrie Kent to Sergeant Logan Shepard. Message received. Location changed. Please come find me,” she whispered, adrenaline coursing through her veins and cloaking her fear. If Edagon found her now, he’d surely kill her. There was no doubt in her mind.
She sat there for a long while before she heard a sound. Boots clicked on the concrete surface and she hazarded a glance around the corner, only to see a small group of familiar military faces. She sighed with happiness and stood up, waving to her Earthen military mates. The man at the head of the group carried a large AKX1200, a laser gun that was one of the most advanced technology that Earth had developed.
“Sergeant Logan Shepard?” she asked hesitantly.
“Commander Aubrie Kent?” the man asked, his dark brown eyes studying her. He wore a helmet that hid most of his face, the black gear telling her that he was a part of the stealth division. The men around him trained their weapons on her. Every single one of them narrowed their gazes at her. Something wasn’t right. They didn’t rush to rescue her or check her for injuries. Instead, their formation began to tighten. Fingers stiffened on triggers, eyes locked on sights that were pointed toward her. She began to feel uneasy in that moment.
“Yes. Identity confirmed,” she responded.
Sergeant Shepard pressed a button on his helmet, saying the words “target acquired” softly into the wind. She took a step backward then, a sickening feeling bubbling up from the bottom of her stomach.
Shepard lifted his weapon and trained it on her.
She knew it then and she cried out in defeat. This wasn’t a rescue mission, this was an assassination. Earth had abandoned her, deemed her worthy of nothing but death. She had important information about the human forces and they could no longer afford to keep her alive. She knew too much. It was a danger to allow her to live. Shock stilled her. Everything she had worked for, her entire life, all the time and dedications she had willingly given the military, it was all for nothing.
She was now a liability.
She was as good as dead.
“I’m sorry, Commander, but orders are orders,” he said, without a single hint of emotion in his voice.
The sergeant moved to pull the trigger.
A golden shimmer moved behind him and the outline of a tall form materialized. She blinked, convinced her eyes were playing tricks on her. After a long moment, Commander Edagon appeared behind Shepard and he did not look pleased.
All at once, golden shimmers appeared everywhere and the Venassathi men appeared within the small group of men. The battle began and ended in a matter of seconds, the human forces taken by surprise. The alien men were bigger, more powerful, and most important, had access to weapons that left human technology in the dust.
She watched in both horror and relief as each alien man dispatched the humans, leaving them paralyzed and shackled as quickly as they appeared, all with a tiny handheld device in each of the alien’s hands.
Commander Edagon walked toward her, his eyes dark, stormy, and incredibly angry.
“See to it that the prisoners are detained and questioned. Take down the last remaining ship in the air and see to it that their escape routes are destroyed. No one is to enter the dome without first providing proof that they are indeed Venassathi. Am I perfectly clear? This breach of our great city will never happen again,” he warned, his voice loud and quaking with ire.
“Yes, Commander. Consider it done,” one of the aliens responded.
He purposely moved in front of her and she suddenly felt very small.
“You and I have much to discuss, slave,” he growled and she trembled before him.
He offered her his hand and stared at her then, daring her to defy him.
Tentatively, she took it, knowing whatever was to happen next would probably not be good for her. She had no other options though.
“I’ll handle my slave, gents. I’ll see to it that she won’t even think about betraying us again,” he warned loudly and she shivered.
She was going to die.
Six
The walk back to Edagon’s chamber was eerily silent except for the sound of their steps echoing in the hall, ringing like a bell tolling her doom. She felt numb. Cold. Like it was all about to end.
He thought her a traitor to him. Her enemy. There was no reason he would allow her to survive this. Hell, even Earth had planned to kill her. She watched as he placed his palm on the reader, the familiar heavy steel door opening for them and closing with a loud click after they entered.
She stood there alone as she felt his presence approach behind her. She felt the roughness of his touch on her back as he gripped the fabric of the dress covering her body. A terrible ripping sound echoed around her and she cried as he tore the gown off of her. The shredded fabric fell to the floor, revealing her nakedness to him once again. She moved to cover herself, but he quickly knocked her hands away.
She felt his breath on her skin—hot, angry, vengeful—and she struggled to keep silent in her fear. Trembling, she closed her eyes.
He moved behind her, pushing her hair to the side and revealing the back of her neck to his view. His thumb pressed against the bump on her throat, running over the tracking device with the tip of his finger.
She couldn’t see what he was doing then, but felt a sharp sudden pinch of pain at that very spot. It took a moment for her to realize that it was the edge of a knife that scraped shallowly against her throat. In agony, she cried out when he pinched the wound in her skin. With alarm, she felt the tracker first dislodge, then move and pop out of her skin.
“Please. Don’t hurt me,” she begged, her hand flying to her neck, the feel of her blood flowing across her sensitive flesh.
He didn’t say a word as he placed the flat of the blade against her neck. The metal was cool at first, but then warmed against her skin. Electric pulses awoke every nerve, overwhelming her senses. She yelped, but then the sharp pain began to fade away just as quickly as it had come and she felt her flesh begin to knit back together.
A soft fabric brushed against her, wiping away any semblance of blood that remained. There was no more pain. She reached back to touch the place he had sliced open and felt nothing; no bump, no scar, no more blood, just the seamless, unmarred softness of her own skin.
It was like it had never happened. He had healed her. Why would he do that?
“I didn’t know they’d come,” she said softly.
“I know,” he responded, the anger drained from his voice.
He turned her around and held his palm up in front of her eyes, the small tracking device blinking green before her. Slowly, he made a fist and she heard the thing crackle and pop. When he opened his palm again, the only thing left was the shattered remains of the tiny object. It didn’t blink anymore. It was dead.
She swallowed heavily.
“If I am to die, I only ask that you make it quick. It’s okay if it hurts, but please don’t torture me. That’s my only wish, Commander Edagon,” she said, tears freely falling down her cheeks.
He wound a hand around her lower back and cupped the back of her head so that she looked up at him. She studied his eyes, but could discern nothing.
“You think I mean to kill you,” he began, and she choked on a sob.
“After everything that’s happened? How could you not? Your men saw me up there, they probably think that I arranged the entire mission. I’m not only your enemy and your slave, but a traitor in their eyes,” she whispered, her voice shaking with fear.
“I don’t think you should die, Aubrie,” he replied.
“Please don’t torment me,” she begged and he stilled.
“Aubrie, look at me,” he ordered and something inside her broke.
Her vision blurring with tears, she struggled to obey.
“Have I ever physically marred you before? Tortured you for no reason?” he asked, his voice clear and firm.
“No,” she whimpered.
“The correct response is ‘No, sir,’ Aubrie,” he corrected.
“No, sir,” she whispered.
“Do you think I’ll begin now?” His dark eyes studied her, small flashes of red glimmering, and she quaked with her fear.
“No, sir,” she replied softly, a small glimmer of hope coming to life inside her.
“While you certainly misbehaved and tried to escape from me, you were most definitely not involved in your very own assassination mission. Instead of killing you or torturing you, I plan to teach you that you are mine. You will always and forever be mine. I refuse to share you and you would do well to remember that. You are my slave, Aubrie. You are my woman,” he declared and she trembled from the power in his voice.
“You’re going to teach me?”
“Oh, yes, little one,” he replied, a dangerous smirk growing at the edge of his lips.
Her bottom tingled then.
“What’s going to happen? What are you going to do?” she asked worriedly.
“Why don’t you continue on to my bedroom and you’ll find out?”
She shook nervously then. Watching as he flexed his hands, she bit her lip. Despite her nerves, her legs pressed together with hidden desire.
He pointed down the hall and she hesitantly began walking in the direction he wanted. She heard him following her, knew he could see the naked curves of her backside as her hips swayed and she felt her wetness grow between her thighs.
When they reached the bedroom, she heard him close the door behind her. Her heart hammered and her blood boiled with feverish passion.
“How do you think I should punish my naughty slave for leaving my side without permission?” Edagon whispered and she shivered. Without thinking, her hands flew to protect her backside and she looked away, embarrassed.
“A spanking! Good idea, Aubrie. Come here,” he commanded. She saw him open a drawer beside the bed and pull out a black leather paddle.
She hesitated for a long moment.
“If I have to come over there and fetch you, not only are you going to get your bottom paddled, but I’ll add my belt to the mix to truly teach you what happens to naughty humans,” he warned and she shivered.
Her clit throbbed and her legs felt weak with desire.
What was wrong with her? Why did his threats of spanking turn her on so much?
Her feet moved toward him of their own accord.
“Edagon,” she breathed as she approached him.
He grabbed her wrist and tossed her over his knees, locking one leg around hers so her bottom lay high in the air and her thighs were spread, exposing her already very wet pussy to his view. His fingers edged at her secret folds, gliding across her arousal with such ease that she whined with shame.
“Look at this, my woman is looking forward to being taught a lesson by her master, isn’t she?” he said nonchalantly and she felt a flush rush hotly over her face.
He circled her clit then and she keened, embarrassed at her body’s wanton reaction.
“Ask me to punish you, bad girl,” he directed and she moaned. A ball of need knotted at the bottom of her spine, and she shivered from the intensity of it.
“Oh, God, please, Master. Please punish me,” she begged.
His fingers left her pussy and she whined out loud. Her clit pulsed at his absence, wanting him to continue, to allow her release.
“Bad girls don’t get to come yet, slave,” he warned and she shivered with anticipation.
His fingers traced the cleft of her ass.
“You’ve been very bad, Aubrie. You leave me no choice but to punish this bottom inside and out,” he said, unable to mask his own desire.
She heard him rummaging around in his nightstand drawer again and she tried to turn her head to see, but a sharp smack on her right bottom cheek reminded her that she was no longer in charge. Straightening her body, she waited, keenly aware of just how naked she was and just how much her bottom already hurt.
Then he took his hand and spread her bottom cheeks wide enough so that she had no doubt he was staring at her virgin rosebud. She struggled, not wanting him to see her most private of places, but with his leg over hers, there was no escaping his strength.
A wet slippery liquid plopped on top of her tight rosette and she couldn’t help but whine out loud as he began to smooth it over her rim of muscle. Slowly he pressed against her channel and she fought him as much as she could. Clenching her cheeks together, she wrestled against his advances but he was relentless. Eventually, his thumb breached her bottom hole and she cried out at the foreign invasion. It hurt far more than she had expected as he stretched her rosette for the very first time.
His thumb pumped in and out of her bottom and she keened from it.
“You were a very bad girl now, Aubrie, weren’t you,” he coaxed her, all the while pressing in and out of her bottom.
“Yes, Master,” she replied, feeling a sheen of sweat come over her.
“Do you know how I felt? When I saw that man point his gun at you?”
“No, sir,” she whined.
“It terrified me. I realized that I would do whatever I had to do to keep you safe and protect you from harm. I also realized that I needed to be firmer with my woman to teach her that she was meant to be by my side and stay there,” he said and she stilled, feeling his digit work its way deeper into her bottom.
“You care if I live or die?” she asked in disbelief.
“I care very much, Aubrie. By the end of your punishment today, you will have no doubts as to how I feel for you. Do you understand?” he responded.
His thumb left her stretched bottom and she yelped when a glass tip replaced it.
“You’re going to take this whole plug deep in your bottom and then you’re going to get spanked, little girl. Then I’m going to fuck this naughty cunt of yours and teach you that you are forever mine. Understand?”
She shook with fear, desire, confusion, and anticipation.
“Yes, Master,” she whispered and the ruthless assault on her bottom hole continued. He spread her cheeks wide and pushed the plug deeper, stretching her further than she had ever felt before. It burned hotly and she cried out from the strange aching sensation.
The base of the plug seemed impossibly large as Edagon pressed it into her and she whined forlornly at its advance. It felt like it was splitting her in two and she shook from the effort it took to take it.
“Please, Master. No more,” she wailed but that didn’t stop him.
Finally, after it felt like her bottom had been stretched to its max, the plug popped into place. It felt strange and heavy, a constant reminder of his mastery over her body. He placed his palm over top of the base, pressing it further into her and she whimpered.
“You’ll take what I give you, human,” he said.
The rough pads of his fingers once again delved between her legs, discovering just how wet she was. There was something utterly enticing about his ownership of her bottom hole, despite the forbidden nature of it. Her body hummed with her lust, every nerve ending ablaze with passion and want. Her pussy clenched in desperation, achingly empty.
She needed him to touch her.
His hand left the vicinity of the naked vulnerable skin of her ass and smacked her right bottom cheek. She stiffened as the sharp sound of skin slapping skin rang out deafeningly loud, and yelped when the sting of it finally hit her. She didn’t remember it hurting that much the first time. In fact, she only remembered how good he’d made her feel afterward.
He showed no mercy to her poor defenseless and exposed backside, repeatedly punishing all over her ass and down her thighs. In no time at all, she was promising to behave, all the while quite aware of the growing need centered in her core.
