Stormy Night Publications Publishers of BDSM and Kink Erotica
Victoria Somersby swore she would never submit to the Kobar breeding program.
Then she was taken captive…
As the leader of the human rebellion, she vowed that no matter how roughly and shamefully these alien brutes might punish, use, and ravage her, she would never truly surrender to them.
But that promise proves hard to keep with her traitorous body bare and bound, her bottom burning from a stern lesson in obedience, and her helpless, desperate need on full display.
She fought so women would not be bred. Now she will beg for it.
Author: Ivy Barrett
eBook Price: Kindle Unlimited/$4.95
Length: 71,000 words
Excerpt
“Fuck you!” She struggled against the restraints, unable to just lie there and take their abuse.
“We are all anxious to share pleasure with you. Unfortunately, that is not possible until your attitude changes.”
“What about your attitude?” she shouted. “I’m just as offended by your behavior as you are by mine.”
“I have no doubt that is true, but we are in control. Now answer my question or I will add to the punishment you already have coming.”
She turned her head and stared down at the padded ledge supporting her forearms.
Xoktal sighed and moved back to the other end of the table. “Hand me a baktah.”
She refused to ask what that was, refused to make a sound. Focusing only on how much she despised all the Kobar, she let the situation feed her anger.
Xoktal held her pussy open and rubbed something against her inner folds. There was a definite texture to it, almost coarse, though it didn’t actually hurt. Everywhere he’d touched began to tingle as he circled her opening. The tingles gradually intensified, making her squirm. He pushed the item into her core, penetrating her with slow, steady pressure.
She was soon tingling inside and out and uncertainty won out over anger. “What is that?” She gasped, trying to twist away from the unseen tormentor. What the hell had he put inside her?
“It is called a baktah or a fire stick, and it has a number of uses.” He withdrew the baktah and stroked her clit with it, focusing the heat in that one spot. She cried out, bucking helplessly. “It can spike arousal without allowing you to come.” Before she could work herself into a panic attack, he stopped rubbing her clit. “But today, I have something else in mind.”
Her passage still tingled and waves of heat swelled and receded. Thank God he hadn’t left it inside her any longer than he had. No sooner had the thought crossed her mind than he pulled one of her butt cheeks away from the other. She tried to twist away, but Xoktal held her firmly.
“You must learn manners and the baktah has proven to be quite effective at taking the fight out of rebellious females.” He pushed the mysterious item inward, cruelly breaching her tight back opening. It didn’t hurt at first, just felt obscene and horribly intrusive. He pulled it nearly out then drove it even deeper. She moaned as the slow creeping heat she’d experienced before swirled through her back passage. No wonder they called the damn thing a fire stick. The burn was especially intense where her bottom stretched around the baktah.
The tingling heat was more intense than it had been in her pussy. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to shut out the unwanted sensations. It burned, but it also stirred the strangest longings. She wanted to be held down and taken, completely overwhelmed. He slid the baktah in and out, building the heat with each rotation.
“How did you learn about Project Evolution?” he persisted. “Half of the Kobar have not yet been told.”
“A report,” she cried. “We intercepted a report.”
“Who sent the report and who was the recipient?”
“I’ll tell you. Please, just take that thing out!”
“Tell me and I will.”
She let out an exasperated cry as the baktah continued to slide in and out of her tight bottom hole. She cried out, twisting her hips as much as the restraints allowed. It was much too easy to imagine that he was fucking her with his cock, stretching her virgin ass, using her simply because it was his right.
