Stormy Night Publications Publishers of BDSM and Kink Erotica
First he will examine her. Then he will breed her.
For Sonya, the most shameful thing about being captured by a huge, alarmingly sexy alien isn’t being strapped to a table completely nude with her bare bottom still burning from a spanking.
Nor is it being led through his ship wearing only a leash and collar, or even having her quivering naked body probed and examined in ways more humiliating than she could have ever imagined.
It’s that he’s testing her suitability for breeding… and she’s about to come really, really hard.
Author: Samantha Madisen
eBook Price: Kindle Unlimited/$4.95
Length: 53,900 words
Excerpt
Rychor let the wand fall slowly across her body. Down past her chest, her belly. Finally between her thighs where he pressed it against the soft petals of her femininity.
“You may scream if you feel the need,” he said into her ear, the hand supporting her working up to her throat, fingers splayed around her delicate neck. With his wiry strength poised to crush her windpipe with a mere flex, the power differential between them was starkly illuminated, and it sent fear coursing through her that enhanced the high she already felt.
Scream? she wondered, but only for an instant, before Rychor twisted the implement and the excruciating pleasure flowed directly through her clit and caused an orgasm to begin building, rapidly, inside her. But it just kept rising, soaring up to an incredible crest that never broke.
She did scream, though she had no idea when she began doing so.
Her body jolted, the muscles in her legs and stomach contracting as that hot, pinching bliss drove itself deep into her core. “Oh god!” she moaned. “Oh god, oh god, oh god!”
Before any of this she’d entertained another fantasy. That if she were put into such a situation, she would submit but not give Rychor or any of them the pleasure of knowing how it affected her. She had entertained the notion that she would remain as stoic as he through whatever ministrations they subjected her to. Now that idea was almost laughable.
Rychor didn’t take his time twisting it this time. He gave it a crank, doubling the sensation in an instant.
Her body slumped back against him, driving his digit even deeper into her ass. She didn’t care. Her jaw fell slack and she stared up at the ceiling as waves of ecstasy rolled through her. It was almost painful, having just climaxed moments earlier. She didn’t care about that, either. She couldn’t bring herself to care about anything. She felt like a jellyfish. At the mercy of whatever stimulus Rychor deigned appropriate. Not a sentient being on par with him, but rather a toy for him to play with.
As the thought materialized as words in her head—the idea of being a toy, at the mercy of an alien—it sent her tipping over the edge.
She screamed again. The sound echoed along the cavern walls and went tearing out into the corridor for any passersby to hear. Her pussy contracted and released, contracted and released as she flailed her limbs uselessly in her restraints.
Rychor kept her firmly pressed against his thick chest, holding her still, his heat and rushing blood against her skin, their sweat mingling.
As the high of her orgasm subsided, she was left a sweaty, panting mess, dangling from the ceiling by her arms, held up by Rychor’s thick muscle. Her body was completely limp, sweat rolling in droplets from the base of her neck, along her spine. The sweet, tangy juices from between her legs smeared the insides of her thighs, and every nerve of her body screamed in agonizing sensitivity to even the slightest motion.
A long silence passed, and her senses slowly returned. She became aware again that there were three others watching her, observing her being used and reduced to a moaning mass of quivering flesh.
She hated Rychor for that a little bit.
