Page 17 of Secret War

Another spurt of passion, and the Nobek also stepped away. Stacy maintained her spread position and kept her eyes down as they stood silently, looking her over.

Rihep spoke after several seconds. “You mentioned reminding her of what happens when she disobeys.”

“Yes, my Dramok.”

“I agree it would be best. But she performed well just now, so perhaps a reward as well.”

Stacy forced herself to not wiggle in delight. Discipline coupled with pleasure was her favorite activity.

The men retreated to the wall where drawers slid out at a touch. The clan had three such drawers full of implements of pain and ecstasy. Stacy tried to remember to breathe as she wondered what they’d choose tonight. Cuffs? The flogger? Sensitizing gel or some other cream to delight or torment?

They returned but held whatever they’d fetched from her gaze. Stacy grew keyed up as they continued to consider her, silently weighing their next move. She almost whimpered when Rihep grasped her breast and fondled. She managed to remain silent, subservient, meek.

His strong-jawed face came in view when he bent to mouth and suck her breast. Her trembling grew. She panted as his warm mouth devoured the sensitive mound. His rough tongue lashed her nipple, making it tight and pointed. He suckled the tip, and she shivered uncontrollably from the delightful sensation. When he drew back, releasing her, she almost committed the sin of crying out and thrusting her chest toward him to dispute the loss.

He showed her the nipple clamp. Its hard silver circle and chain on which dangled the large, glittering garnet weighted it. Stacy swallowed. Her breasts were extremely sensitive. The clamp would hurt. Her cunt clenched in reaction.

She held perfectly immobile as Rihep slid the clamp onto her nipple. Her lower lip trembled and tears stung her eyes as he tightened it and pain speared her breast. The shard of anguish traveled, zeroing on her clit and twisting into excitement along the way. Craving and agony doubled when Rihep tugged on the garnet. Stacy’s pussy spasmed again.

He smiled, as if he’d sensed the tug of war between anguish and lust. Then he mouthed her other breast, readying it for its share.

When he’d imprisoned the second nipple, leaving Stacy shaking and tears streaking down her cheeks from the battling sensations, he set the garnets swinging. A whimper escaped her.

“Yes, you may yell and cry while we give you your reminders. You will also come for us while we reinforce why you should be a good girl. Refusing to come as we wish means not coming when you wish for a week.”

Stacy moaned. No, she couldn’t face orgasm denial for an entire week. She’d go insane.

Rihep gave her his serene smile and turned to Kuran and Etnil. “What else do we have for her?”

Stacy snuck a peek. Etnil’s hands were hidden behind him. He beamed at his clan leader and revealed he held a buttplug. It was sizable, half the girth of their secondaries.

Stacy looked down before they could catch her watching. The plug would stretch her tighter opening, but not enough to keep her from aching when the first of them fucked her.

“Turn and put your ass in the air.”

She did so, whimpering as she bent forward onto her elbows and the weighted nipple clamps shifted, bringing fresh pain. She found some relief when the gems rested on the bed, easing the pull.

Pressure poked at her rear hole. The plug, slickened by lubricant or perhaps her lovers’ natural juices, shoved in her. Used to having Kalquorian cocks fucking her there, it wasn’t uncomfortable. Stacy relaxed into the momentary reprieve from being tested, knowing how temporary the break was.

Since it had been Etnil who’d selected the plug, she guessed it was he used it to slowly fuck her. The men were quiet, probably watching her take it. The scent of their arousal was heavy, but she imagined it grew more so as they anticipated the moment each would feel her taut passage yield to them.

“Hands and knees.”

Shuddering in anticipation, Stacy rose from her folded arms. The garnets lifted from the bed’s surface, pulling her nipples and bringing a hiss as the weight sent jabs through her flesh. Rihep joined her on the bed. He lay on his side, his head propped on his palm as he studied her face. He brushed the clamp weights, setting them swinging. Stacy moaned at the hurt and the growing thrill of anticipation as they readied to push her to her limits.

Etnil adopted his clan leader’s pose on the other side of Stacy. He grinned with his usual mischief, but his gaze was still dark and demanding.

She wasn’t given much opportunity to worry over the Imdiko. “Look over your shoulder.” The order came from Kuran behind her.

She obeyed to see him looming over her, standing by the bed. He showed her the thick black rubber paddle he held. It was as long as his forearm. Experience had taught Stacy the raised nubs on its surface would deliver intense punishment. No wonder Rihep had given her permission to yell. Foreseeing the coming few minutes, tears spilled down her cheeks.

“Do you agree to our decision to set this reminder?”

It was her chance to put a stop to the demanding scene they played. It was a reminder she was ultimately in control of what happened next. She was eager to shove the responsibility aside and return to pretending not one damned thing was up to her for a change.

“I agree, Nobek.”

“Turn away and prepare yourself.”

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