An intoxicating combination of excitement and fear fueled Tara’s struggles. She kicked wildly and tried to twist off Jon’s lap. He splayed one hand against the small of her back and trapped her flailing legs between his. She punched and slapped, but he simply ignored her efforts.
“Settle down, or this will be much worse,” Jon warned as his first slap landed against her bare bottom.
Instinctual defiance welled within her. “Screw you! I just stood there and took it this morning. I’m not doing it again.” Resisting him would make him more aggressive. She knew that and yet she couldn’t ignore her need to challenge him.
“That’s not the way I remember it. How about you, Isaac?” Jon smacked one side and then the other, making her cheeks quiver and her core clench.
“I remember holding her down while she twisted and yelled. In fact, she screamed so loud that Zion came running to make sure she was all right.”
Heat suffused her face at the memory. Having her potential mates humiliate her was bad enough, but knowing the pride leader saw her naked and out of control made her want to join a different village. “If you’re determined to do this, just get it over with.”
Jon chuckled, his warm fingers lightly stroking her bare skin. “Do you want our hands on your body?”
“Not anymore,” she insisted angrily.
“Another lie,” Jon growled. “Apparently, I’m not making my expectations clear enough.” He suddenly stood, pulling her up with him.
Hobbled by the clothing bunched around her ankles, Tara stumbled and nearly fell. Jon bent and lifted her to his shoulder, his arm banding the backs of her thighs. One of the others, probably Isaac, pulled off her boots and finished taking off her pants and panties. Then the Shadows walked into one of the bedrooms and Jon set her down at the foot of the bed. Tara didn’t bother pulling her sweater down because she knew what came next. They worked together to rid her of the rest of her clothes and Jon closed magnetic cuffs around her wrists. She wasn’t even sure where he’d gotten them. They just seemed to appear.
Jon cupped her chin and raised her face until she looked into his eyes. “One last chance, hellion. Are you here because you want us to touch you?”
Something dark and primal stirred inside her, urging her to test his strength. Rydaria was a brutal planet ruled by savage beings. Only the strongest and fiercest survived. If her mates couldn’t control her, they couldn’t protect her, and she desperately wanted to feel safe again. “I came here to talk and only talk, and now I don’t even want to do that.”
“Very well. We will do this the hard way.” Jon motioned to Isaac and Kyle.
Tara struggled frantically, but they soon had her bent over the bed with her arms stretched out in front of her. Jon pulled open one of the drawers in the large dresser across the room and produced several lengths of rope. He used the first to fasten the wrist cuffs to the bedframe above her head. Then her legs were spread, and Jon secured her ankles to opposite corners. The position left her open and utterly vulnerable to whatever they chose to do.
Trepidation tingled down her spine, but her pussy moistened despite her fear. “Is tying a woman up the only way you can get her to have sex with you?”
“What makes you think I want to have sex with you?” Jon countered.
Turning her head sharply, she tried to look back at him. She was bound too securely. All she could see was the corner of the bed. “The fact that I’m naked and on display is a pretty good indication.”
“There are many things that can happen to a female while she’s naked and on display.”
She turned her head back around and tried not to panic. Why had this seemed like a good idea?
“Did I tell you not to lie to us?” Jon’s cold tone indicated that he was no longer playing. If she lied to him now, there would be harsh consequences.
“Yes. You warned me not to lie.”
“And did you lie again despite my warnings?”
She licked her lips and took a deep breath. “There was truth in what I said, but there was also misinformation.”
Jon’s hand slapped her bottom fast and hard to illustrate his displeasure. “Try again,” he said after six resounding spanks.
“Yes,” she snapped. “I lied to you.”
“Did you know what would happen if you came to our cabin?” Jon persisted.
“I knew you would try to seduce me,” she evaded. “I foolishly thought I could resist your efforts.”
“You’re still avoiding the truth.” He accented the declaration with more firm swats. After delivering a flurry of stinging slaps, he stopped and rubbed her burning bottom.
The caress fueled the smoldering heat and made the ache in her pussy more acute. He slipped his hand between her thighs and teased her folds. The empty ache flared, and her inner muscles clenched. Tara moaned, helplessly lifting her hips, needing his fingers inside her. Jon knew that discipline aroused her, and he was focusing her attention on the reaction.
Desire. He wanted her to admit that she needed them to fuck her. It was foolish to deny her body’s demands when his fingers were covered in the proof.
He lowered his arm to his side and she exhaled, thinking he was finished. But he only paused, allowing the tension to build. Then his hand fell again and again, alternating firm spanks and teasing caresses with cruel pauses.
“Stop!” she cried after four rotations. “I knew that ending up in bed was a good possibility, but I really did want to learn more about you.”
Slowly, his fingers parted her folds and circled her opening. Tara whimpered, needing fullness so badly it hurt.
“Why?” he taunted. “I thought you didn’t like bossy males.”
“I don’t like you.” She threw the complaint over her shoulder as she tugged against her restraints. She could barely move, which only made her angrier.
He spanked her silently for several long moments. The punishing slaps covered her entire bottom and even the tops of her thighs.
“Let me up!” she yelled. “You do not have the right to discipline me. And you never will!”
His hand covered one side of her bottom and gave the cheek a painful squeeze. “Stop defying me or I’ll have no choice but to escalate.”
This would be a good time to abandon the battle of wills. They both knew she couldn’t win, but Tara wasn’t quite ready to surrender. The last few years had been filled with compromise and loss. She’d been exiled from Earth and forced to accept rules that stripped away her independence. Anger was all she had left. Once she gave in to this new paradigm, there would be nothing left of Earth’s Tara Hughes.
“Fuck. You!” She made each word a separate curse, then braced for his reaction.
The room fell silent and tension gradually mounted. Footsteps sounded as the males moved around behind her. She caught glimpses of them in her peripheral vision, but mostly they were out of sight. What was Jon doing? Would the others participate or just stand there and watch? Lexie never spoke about the specifics of what went on between her and her mates. She admitted that discipline was still a part of her life, but never explained what that entailed.
Tara’s heart thudded and her breaths came in ragged pants. Fear and excitement were having a tug of war inside her and she couldn’t decide who was winning. All she had to do was apologize, admit that she wanted them to fuck her, and this would end. Why the hell was she being so stubborn?
You want the pain, her inner voice clarified. You’re angry and afraid, and you need them to overwhelm you.
“This is our first night together,” Jon said solemnly. “We had planned to go slowly, to ease you into your new role. But Zion is right. You need to be mastered.”
Tara heard a subtle whooshing a millisecond before fire exploded across her bottom. She cried out, shocked and alarmed by the intensity of the pain. “What the hell is that?” She tried to turn her head and see what he was using, but the restraints held her securely.
“Misbehavior results in consequences.”
Jon swung the mystery implement again and Tara went wild. It had to be some sort of strap because it delivered mild impact as well as a fiery sting. Anger burned through anticipation, and she struggled with all her might. She twisted and bucked, crying out and demanding that he stop. None of it did any good. He continued to spank her, one biting swat after another.
Soon her entire bottom throbbed and heat sank deep into her abdomen. Her core clenched painfully each time the strap landed, and she’d grown so wet that a humiliating rivulet trickled down the inside of her thigh. She closed her eyes and tried to disappear into her mind. The pain was harsher than she’d expected, but what frightened her most was the savage need now burning inside her.
“Please,” she whimpered. “I need… I’ll do anything, just stop.”
Rather than delivering the next swat, Jon slid his fingers across her well-spanked bottom and eased them between her thighs. He brushed over her sodden folds, clearly avoiding her clit. “You beg sweetly, hellion. But you need to be more specific. Tell us what you need.”
She sobbed, overwhelmed by her desperation. “I need you to stop spanking me.”
He squeezed each of her cheeks in turn, dragging a soft cry from her throat. Then he traced a slow, tantalizing line from her clit to the hidden pucker of her bottom hole. “Why did you come here? No more lies and no evasions.”
She tensed. His fingertip rested against her opening, a silent warning that he expected an honest answer. “I don’t want to leave the village,” she finally admitted and then rushed on. “I nearly died out there. I was cold and hungry and afraid all the time. I can’t live like that again.”
His finger pushed against her stubborn opening, easing just inside. She shook her head and murmured protests, her hands clutching the bedding.
“Is that the only reason?” He kept his finger inside the ring of muscles, a silent reminder of how much worse the humiliation could get. “You want us to feed and protect you?”
“I’m attracted to you, to all of you.” She sobbed, hating how much she’d surrendered. “I haven’t felt connected to any of the other coalitions.”
“But you feel connected to us?” His finger drove steadily deeper.
“Yes,” she cried, wiggling to avoid the unwanted invasion.
He slid his finger in and out. The penetration was slight, but it was much too easy to imagine his cock stretching her, claiming her as she writhed and whimpered beneath him. “Not there,” she pleaded. “I’ll be good, I promise.”
He chuckled and removed his hand, stepping back from the bed. “She’s all yours, Isaac. How do you want her?”
They untied her ankles and then her hands. Tara heaved herself up and turned over, carefully sitting on the edge of the bed. It hurt to put pressure on her bottom, but lying down made her feel vulnerable. And her legs shook too badly to support her weight. The magnetic cuffs still encircled her wrists, but at least she could see them now.
Jon moved over by the wall and stood with his arms crossed over his brawny chest. His dark gaze gleamed with desire as he waited to see what the coalition leader would do with her. His turn would come, but Isaac had the right to fuck her first.
Isaac took off his shirt and then his boots. “What must happen for you to stay in our village?” Isaac took up where Jon left off.
She pressed her thighs together and covered her breasts with one arm. “I have to be claimed by a coalition.”
“We can fuck you without claiming you,” Isaac reminded. “A formal declaration of courtship will protect you from the other coalitions and we will provide for all your needs. However, it gives us the right to enjoy your body. You’re Lexie’s best friend. I presume she explained all of this to you.”
She nodded, nervously licking her lips.
“The proper response is, ‘Yes, Sir,’ or ‘She did, Sir.’”
Speech was impossible until she swallowed past the tension in her throat. “She told me, Sir.”
“Are you agreeing to be claimed, or just to being courted?”
“Courted, Sir,” she stressed. Binding herself to these Shadows would be exciting and challenging, but she’d hoped for a little more balance, more tenderness to go along with the intensity. “We met this morning. I know things move faster on Rydaria, but I need more time.”
“We’re willing to give it to you as long as you understand our expectations.”
She lowered her gaze as heat crept over her cheeks. “I do, Sir. Jon made sure that I did.”
“You will refer to Jon as Master. You have not earned the privilege of calling him by name,” Isaac told her.
“What should I call,” she motioned toward Kyle, “him?”
“For the sake of clarity, you may call me Kyle.” He winked at her then smiled. “If you lose the privilege, I’ll let you know.”
Isaac moved closer to the bed as he unfastened his pants. “Bend your knees and open your legs.”
An unexpected rush of emotion surged through Tara, bathing her eyes in tears. She frantically blinked them back. This was the crossroads she’d been dreading for the past six weeks. She could willingly offer her body to these males or leave the village. Who was she kidding. She wanted more than food and shelter from these three. She wanted companionship and pleasure. She was lonely and afraid, and they offered security and passion. Grasping the backs of her legs, she bent her knees almost to her chest then spread her thighs, opening herself and presenting her pussy.
“I want to taste you again, but I need to be inside you more.” She started to lie back, but he shook his head. “Stay upright. I want you to watch as my cock enters you for the first time.”
Titillated, yet embarrassed, she nodded and looked down between her legs. He drew his cock out of his pants and angled it toward her wet opening. Then he scooped up her slickness and spread it over his shaft. “Who does this pussy belong to?”
“You and your coalition,” she whispered. She expected a surge of resentment, but it never came. On Earth many would have considered this scandalous. She was willingly offering her body in exchange for food and protection. Some would call her a whore. But this wasn’t Earth, and her survival instincts would not be denied.
He pushed the broad head inside her and paused. “Fuck, you’re tight. When was the last time you took a cock?”
“Years,” she hissed. The stretch stopped just short of pain, but most of his length had yet to enter her. “Before Nuevo.”
Grasping her hips, he lifted her bottom off the bed as he drove the rest of his length into her snug passage. He threw back his head and groaned. “So fucking tight.” He drew nearly out then thrust in a little faster. “I’d forgotten how good this feels.”
She watched his long shaft slide in and out. He took his time, clearly savoring the pleasure he found in her body. Her juices gleamed on his skin and her folds stretched tight around his thickness. She’d never watched her body surrender to the possession of a male. In fact, she usually closed her eyes and concentrated on the sensations. This was inescapably carnal, and it made her feel wild.
Helplessly, she lifted into his thrusts. He was bigger than any male she’d been with before and the stretch did strange things to her pussy. Her clit tingled and her inner walls came alive. He draped her legs over his arms and grasped her sore butt cheeks. She cried out at the discomfort, but the flash of pain intensified her other responses.
He moved faster now, thrusting deep with each urgent drive. She collapsed onto her back, breasts quivering as he sped his pace even more. Her arousal built in keeping with his obvious excitement. Her inner muscles rippled and her clit twitched needfully.
“May I come, Sir,” she panted, shocked at how close she was to orgasm.
He pulled out and crawled onto the bed, straddling her waist. “Tits,” he ordered harshly. “Squeeze those tits around me.”
Her pussy clenched in protest, but she did as she was told. He rested his wet cock in the valley between her breasts and she pressed the warm flesh in around him. He played with her nipples, pinching and twisting as he rocked his hips. His cock slid back and forth, the tip poking out at the top of her cleavage.
Did this really feel better than her pussy? His sudden desire for her breasts robbed her of her orgasm. Which was why he’d done it. She sighed and squeezed her breasts harder, creating a firm pocket for his surging cock. She would only know pleasure when they chose to give it to her, and they would likely be stingy as hell if she continued to defy them.
“Stick out your tongue,” he ordered, his gaze drilling into hers.
She opened her mouth and extended her tongue. He pulled his cock out from between her breasts and pumped it furiously. Ropes of creamy fluid jetted out and landed on her lips and tongue. He continued to pump and squeeze until he’d emptied every drop into her mouth.
“Swallow it all,” he directed sternly. Then he bent to her breasts and sucked on her abused nipples.
His taste spread over her tongue and then slid down her throat. His cum tasted different than a human’s, slightly sweet and richer. She’d never minded giving head, but this had been meant to humiliate her, to put her in her place. She cleaned off her lips and lowered her arms to the bed. Her pussy still ached, making her feel neglected and slightly abused.
“Good girls are allowed to come over and over,” Isaac told her with a wicked smile. Swinging one leg off her body, he knelt on the bed beside her. “Have you been a good girl?”
“I was a good girl for you. I just wasn’t good for J—Master.”
Isaac slipped his hand between her legs, his gaze locked with hers. “I agree. You were very good for me.” He rubbed her clit in firm, tight circles. “So come, for me. I want no distractions while I watch you come.”
She let her legs fall open and she canted her hips as he easily rekindled her desire. His fingers felt so damn good, and she needed release so badly, that it took less than a minute for her neglected body to explode. She cried out and pushed up with her heels as spasms of pleasure assailed her.
“Lovely.” He leaned down and gave each nipple a final suck then crawled off the bed.
“Kyle, you go next,” Jon urged. “Once I finish with her, she won’t want to be touched for a good long while.”
Trepidation shivered through Tara. It didn’t take a lot of imagination to figure out what he had in mind. The one detail Lexie had admitted was that her mates enjoyed anal sex. She sat up then scooted to the foot of the bed.
Before Tara could torture herself with speculation, Kyle sat down beside her and pulled her onto his lap. “Straddle my hips.” He helped her into position, then directed, “Now put me inside you.”
She reached down and guided his cock to her entrance. He didn’t feel as thick as Isaac, but he seemed even longer as she lowered herself onto his hardened length. “Jesus, are all of you guys huge like this?”
Kyle smiled. “It’s part of the transformation. More height, leaner body mass, and bigger cocks.”
Holding her hips firmly, he bounced her up and down on his erection. Tara wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her breasts against his face. Kyle seemed content with the rhythmic slide of her body over his for a time, then his hands began to wander. He squeezed her bottom, making her yelp, then slid his hands up her sides and stroked her breasts.
She arched her back and leaned away, giving him better access to the quivering mounds. He bent and caught one tender nipple between his lips as he squeezed the other. He moved back and forth, teasing one side and then the other. She rode him eagerly, running her fingers through his wavy hair.
This felt closer to ‘normal’ than what Jon or Isaac had done. Pleasure washed over her in languid waves, making her wish she were alone with Kyle. One of his hands descended, easing between her thighs. A gasp escaped her as his long fingers covered her clit. He stroked and her inner muscles clamped down around him.
“Oh, yeah,” he groaned and did it again and again.
He caressed her right to the edge of orgasm, then lay back across the bed and drew her with him. She continued to move, riding his long cock more easily in the new position. She braced her hands on his shoulders and rolled her hips, sliding her pussy up and down along his hard length. The angle was perfect to rub her clit against his shaft and she was soon on the verge of orgasm again.
Someone pulled her bottom cheeks apart and Tara froze. She shook her head, but fought back a protest. Kyle was being less aggressive, more like a human lover. She wanted to finish with him before Jon claimed her bottom. Something cool and slick drizzled into the crease between her cheeks. It slid downward until it covered her untried hole.
She turned her head sharply and looked at Jon. “Please, not together. I’m not ready for that.”
His gaze narrowed and his lips pressed into a disapproving line. “I decide what you’re ready for and when. Now, look at Kyle and submit to your master.”
She started to protest, but Kyle drew her head back around. “We will not harm you. You have my word, but you must start trusting us.”
Licking her lips, she nodded and settled against Kyle’s chest. His hands rested on her hips and the position made her bottom more accessible. If Jon wanted to fuck her ass, he would. She’d offered him the use of her body, which meant her entire body. Jon smeared more lube around her puckered opening and then worked his finger inside.
“I will fuck you here, hellion,” he warned, “but not tonight. You were already punished for lying to me. This is about surrender.”
Eased by the lube, his finger slid in and out, in and out. It felt odd and intrusive, but not painful. She stroked Kyle’s arm and inhaled his scent, taking comfort from the strength of his warm body.
Jon slowly withdrew his finger and positioned an object, likely a butt plug. It slid in easily, but the shaft tapered dramatically, forcing her body to open. She gasped, then groaned as the stretch began to burn. “It hurts,” she whined. “Is it supposed to hurt?”
“Relax,” Jon advised. “You tensed up as soon as it started stretching you.”
Kyle stroked her back and whispered encouragements into her ear. She was so focused on the invasion that she didn’t really hear his words, just knew he was trying to soothe her.
Jon drew the plug nearly out, only to drive it deep again. The stinging gradually faded, but the alien fullness remained. And this was just the beginning. According to Lexie, when her body could take this plug without pain, he’d use a bigger one. And when she got used to that one, he’d force his massive cock into her tightest hole.
Tara sobbed and instinctively started to struggle. “I don’t want you to take me there. I don’t want—”
Jon slapped her ass hard, reawakening the banked heat. “And I didn’t want to be transformed into this savage creature. But here we are.”
Kyle’s arms came around her, anchoring her in place as Jon fucked her bottom with the plug. “You’re just afraid of the unknown,” Kyle insisted. “He is using plenty of lube. It shouldn’t hurt anymore.”
It wasn’t painful. It was humiliating and demeaning and… oh, God, it was starting to feel good. The steady slide of the plug in and out of her bottom was simply too familiar. Her body understood the rhythm and hungered for the pleasure of being filled.
“That’s better,” Jon muttered as he thrust the plug deep over and over. “Close your eyes and imagine that all three of your mates are enjoying your amazing body.”
As if on cue, Kyle slid two of his fingers into her mouth and started moving in her pussy.
“We’ll fill you, stretch you—use you.” Jon growled the last phrase as he leaned down and nipped one of her ass cheeks. “We’ll fuck you in every hole, and you’ll revel in our possession. We’re your mates, hellion. And you are ours.”
A spontaneous orgasm tore through Tara, ripping a startled cry from her throat. She shuddered violently as tingling pleasure pulsed through her entire body. Her inner muscles clamped down on Kyle’s cock. The spasms made her bottom feel even tighter around the plug and she cried out again.
Kyle arched beneath her, driving his length deep into her pussy. His hot cum splashed her inner walls as he shuddered and moaned. “That’s not how I intended to end,” he muttered then laughed. “Not that I’m complaining.”
Jon pulled her up and turned her face around. “You did not have permission to come.”
“It just happened,” she insisted, her body still tingling. “I wasn’t even close when it struck.”
The anger faded from his expression and a smile curved his lips. “I think you like the idea of fucking all three of us.”
Unable to deny it without lying to him, she simply averted her gaze and said nothing.