Page 65 of Her Alien Guardian

I couldn’t see Mrs. Porter’s face, but I could hear her muffled moans of pleasure. The lewd, wet sounds of their coupling filled the room, mingling with the whimpers and gasps of Lydia and Elara as they learned to pleasure their guardians with their mouths.

Dr. Porter’s voice rang out, thick with arousal. “Gentlemen, our girls are performing admirably. I believe they’ve earned a reward. Let’s turn their governors up to ten, shall we?”

A chorus of beeps filled the air as the men adjusted our settings. The change was immediate and overwhelming. Where before there had been a constant ebb and flow of pleasure, now there was an unrelenting tide of sensation that threatened to sweep me away.

“Oh!” I cried out, my body shuddering. “Oh, god, Gamma!”

His finger continued to work in and out of my bottom, stretching me, preparing me for what was to come. I could feel his hardness pressing against my thigh, hot and insistent.

“Good girls,” Mrs. Porter called out, her voice breathy and strained. “You may touch yourselves now. Show your guardians how much you appreciate their generosity.”

I heard twin gasps of relief from Lydia and Elara, followed by the wet sounds of fingers sliding through slick folds. Their muffled moans grew louder, more desperate as they pleasured themselves while continuing to service their guardians with their mouths.

“That’s it,” Mr. Thornton insisted firmly. “Play with that needy little cunny. Show me how much you want it.”

Again, Mr. Blackwood’s voice was softer but no less commanding. “Rub your clit, Elara. I want to see you come while you suck me.”

The room filled with a symphony of lewd noises—the slap of flesh on flesh, wet squelches, muffled moans, and breathy gasps.The scent of arousal hung heavy in the air, a heady mixture that made my head spin.

Suddenly, I felt the blunt head of Gamma’s massive cock pressing against the tiny bud of my anus. I tensed instinctively, a whimper of fear escaping my lips.

“Relax, sweet one,” Gamma murmured, his hand rubbing soothing circles on my lower back. “Remember your training. Breathe and let me in.”

I took a deep breath, willing my muscles to relax. Slowly, inexorably, Gamma began to push forward. The stretch hurt despite the careful preparation, but I could feel Gamma’s pleasure, and it seemed to mingle with my own terrible, shameless need. I cried out, a strangled sound that was equal parts discomfort and arousal.

“Oh, god!” I screamed as Gamma’s cock breached me fully, sliding inch by agonizing inch into my bottom—used by my Vionian masters, yes, but never like this. “Gamma! It’s too much! I can’t… I can’t…”

But even as I protested, my hips pushed back against him, my body betraying my desperate need. The burn of penetration mingled with the relentless pleasure from my governor, creating a maelstrom of sensation that threatened to overwhelm me.

Gamma began to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate at first. Each movement sent shockwaves of sensation through my body. The burn of Gamma’s enormous cock stretching my tightest hole created a storm of feeling that threatened to sweep me away. I clung desperately to the arm of the chair, my knuckles white with effort as I struggled to process the intensity of it all.

“Girls.” Mr. Thornton’s gruff voice cut through the haze of sensation. “Pay attention now. Watch how Miss Tessara takes her guardian in her bottom like a good Prosperian wife.”

“Yes,” Mr. Blackwood added, his tone thick with arousal. “See how she receives him despite discomfort from such a big shaft in such a tiny place. That’s what a proper lady does—she learns to find pleasure in all the ways her husband uses her body.”

I felt my face flame with embarrassment at their words, mortified that Lydia and Elara were watching me in such a lewd position. Yet I couldn’t stop the way my hips rocked back against Gamma, desperate for more of the exquisite fullness he provided.

Gamma’s hands gripped my hips tightly as he began to increase his pace. Each thrust sent jolts of electricity through my body, the pain of penetration morphing into a pleasure so intense it bordered on agony. I could feel him in my mind, his satisfaction and arousal mingling with my own desperate need.

“Oh, god,” I sobbed, my voice barely recognizable to my own ears. “Gamma, please… I can’t… I need…”

“I know, sweet one,” he murmured, his voice strained with effort. “Just a little longer. Show the other girls how obedient you are.”

I could hear Lydia’s and Elara’s whimpers growing more desperate as they pleasured themselves while watching Gamma claim my bottom. The shameful sounds seemed to intensify the signals shooting through my nervous system.

“That’s it, girl,” Mr. Thornton growled. “Rub that needy little cunt. I want to see you come with my cock in your mouth.”

“Faster, Elara,” Mr. Blackwood added in his gentler but insistent voice. “Show me how much you enjoy watching Miss Tessara take her punishment.”

I could feel my climax building, a tidal wave of pleasure threatening to crash over me at any moment. My governor, set to its highest level, no longer curbed my arousal but seemed to amplify it, sending jolts of ecstasy through my entire body with each of Gamma’s thrusts.

“Please,” I begged, beyond shame or propriety. “Please, I need to come. I can’t bear it any longer!”

“Come for me, Tessara,” Gamma commanded, his voice deep and resonant. “Show everyone how beautifully you submit.”

His words unleashed a torrent of sensation. The pleasure that had been building inside me exploded outward, consuming every nerve ending. I screamed, my body convulsing as waves of ecstasy crashed over me. My whipped bottom clenched rhythmically around Gamma’s massive shaft, intensifying the feeling of fullness there and turning the soreness from the cane into a torrent of pleasure.

Through the haze of my own climax, I heard Mr. Thornton’s gruff voice. “That’s it, Lydia. Come for me, girl. Let me feel that sweet mouth work around my cock.”

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