Rolat moved her so that he cradled her in his arms like a baby. He carried her out of the pool. Diltan and Wal climbed out to gather fluffy towels. They patted her dry as she lay depleted in the Nobek’s secure hold.
The touches were as gentle as the orgasms had been brutal. Once again, Cissy felt all the tension bleed from her body. She drowsed, enjoying the soft caresses and the tingling coming from her still sensitive sex.
In her relaxed state, she didn’t react to the motions of Rolat carrying her away. When he laid her on the cloud-soft sleeping mat in the clan’s bedroom, she let herself sink into it. Her eyes closed as she smiled with pleasure. Life was wonderful. Future and past no longer existed for her. Tomorrow was far, far away. The months of being apart were like a distant bad dream. She was content in all ways, happier than she ever remembered being in her entire life.
The clan was quiet as they moved about her. She felt the bedding shift as they brushed against her here and there. Something soft wrapped around her wrists and tightened slightly. Fingers tested for snugness, making sure her circulation wasn’t compromised. More silky binds circled her upper thighs. Cissy was too blissful to care what the men were putting on her. She barely noticed for the pleasure that their mere presence gave her.
Even when her legs were bent up, bringing her knees nearly to her shoulders, Cissy didn’t rouse from her pleasant dreaming state. The feeling of delicately placed ties that fixed her wrists to her ankles made little impression, as well as the knowledge that a velvet-feeling strap was passed beneath her neck. She heard small clicks and felt motions at the circles around her thighs. A slight pull at the back of her neck told her the strap had been attached there.
It finally occurred to Cissy that she had been trussed up, practically hogtied by the clan. She blinked her eyes open to find the men kneeling around her. She was bound all right, curled on her back with her ass up and splayed wide.
“Look at who woke up,” Wal announced in a cheery voice. He knelt between her legs, held open by the thick strap that passed behind her neck, its ends clipped to the thigh bands.
“Just in time,” Rolat said. He was on her left side, holding what looked like small alligator clips in one palm. Cissy had gotten in some experience with such clips on her journey to Kalquor. She groaned. Nap time was at an end. The men were far from done with her.
On her right, Diltan held up a red rubber ball. He squeezed it, and it squeaked. “In place of saying
sholt
since you will be gagged,” he told her as he pressed it into her hand. “Let me hear you use it.”
Cissy tried hard not to let him see her shiver as she obeyed. The pliable ball squished easily in her grasp, emitting its squawk.
The Dramok gave her that devilish smirk and held up another ball, this one black, attached to small cushioned straps. “Open your mouth.”
The command in his voice had Cissy obeying faster than her mind could work. Diltan put the ball gag between her lips and strapped in place. “Feel free to bite down as needed,” he teased.
Still a jerk ... but he was her jerk now. Cissy narrowed her eyes in threat.
Wal laughed. “She’s awake, all right.” His smile was as menacing as his clanmates’. “She may wish otherwise pretty soon.”
Rolat bounced the nipple clips in his hand. “I guarantee she will.” His threat rang in Cissy’s ears.
Wal started by sliding the anal plug out. Cissy had grown used to its presence and missed it terribly. However, seeing the Imdiko lubing up another, larger one let her know she wouldn’t miss it for long.
He pressed it in her, filling her almost as well as if he’d used his secondary cock. Cissy’s eyes rolled at the wondrous pressure in her nether regions. It felt so good.
Wal wasn’t content to let the thick plug nestle inside her, stretching her in its delightful, aching fashion. He pumped it in and out of her, fucking her ass with slow care. Cissy moaned around her gag, thrilling to the sweet violation.
Her view of the Imdiko was blocked by Rolat leaning down to capture a breast in his mouth. He sucked the mound deep in his maw, moving his raspy tongue so that it scraped over her already taut nipple. Glass shards of raw pleasure shivered through Cissy, catching her breath. She arched, offering him more of her flesh.
The Nobek released her tit, sucking hard on it all the way. Her nipple jutted at him, as if to accuse him of abandonment. His tongue peeked out to flick the pebbled round of rosy pink back and forth.
“Lovely,” he breathed. Approving of its stiffened state, he pinched it between the padded jaws of one of the clips.
Cissy sucked in a breath. It didn’t hurt, not yet, but she was astoundingly sensitive to everything at that moment. The squeezing of the clamp felt profound, sending more darts of excitement through her.
Watching her face with a lazy smile, Rolat tightened the clamp that held her nipple prisoner. The pressure turned to pinching, sending a warm ached through Cissy’s breast. Then a lance of pain made her whimper.
“Lovely,” Rolat repeated. His eyes were heavy lidded as he licked his lips and tightened the clamp the slightest increment more. Cissy writhed as the pressure seared. He stopped. “Offer me the other one,” he said.
Her eyes stinging with unfallen tears, Cissy arched her chest upward. Rolat seized the second breast as he had the first, sucking hard and abrading it with his rough tongue. The pleasure of that touch swirled headily with the torment of the other tit. Cissy was tossed in a maelstrom of conflicting sensations.
Too soon, the Nobek had the second clip in place. Red-hot splinters of pain lanced through her breast. His control over her sent arousal to war against the hurt. Cissy couldn’t say that she liked the pain so much as being made to surrender to it. The submission was what got her trembling with excitement.
Trembling turned to quaking when she saw Diltan raise a thick wand with the padded bulbous head on the end. He smiled his wicked smile at her as he turned it on. The hum was loud as the rounded end visibly vibrated.
He lowered it towards her pussy. Cissy’s bonds left her wide open, her already swollen and sensitive clit exposed. She could only watch as the buzzing instrument homed in on her vulnerable flesh.
Contact sizzled through her pussy, joining with the pleasure of Wal fucking her ass with the plug. Cissy screamed around the gag as elation roiled through her gut. Her body jerked, trying to get away from the too-profound thrill building in strength. Diltan kept up with her twitches, not allowing her to escape.
Wal smacked her ass with a hard hand, adding even more heat to her lower regions. He paddled one ass cheek with his palm, and then smacked the other cheek with the back of his hand. The spanking underscored her inability to get away from their attentions.
Then Rolat bent down to flick her clamped nipples with his tongue. The raspiness of his touch was the most acute Cissy had ever felt. It should have been painful, but instead it added to the increasing stampede to climax.
Cissy’s mind untethered. She could no longer think. All she knew was fire and ecstasy and the helplessness to deny it. She shot straight to the pinnacle of culmination and hovered, climax gathering for one gigantic rush into the heavens.
Then everything stopped. Wal quit spanking and plunging thickness into her ass. Rolat rose from her breast. Diltan pulled the vibrator away.
Cissy hung breathless for another moment, her body on the cusp of succumbing. Then it edged back just a little. Then a little more. Then a little more.
Cissy exhaled on a wail. She quaked in reaction, her body hurting from the denial. Thinking more like an animal in survival mode than a person, she fought her restraints. She tried to bring her legs together so she could at least try to rub free the devouring hunger between them.
The men said nothing. They only watched her desperate struggle with intent gazes, predators sizing up prey.
At last Cissy’s thinking mind returned. She stopped fighting to lay gasping and aching. Tears streamed from the corners of her eyes. Her pussy pulsed with raw need, need she feared would not be met for a while.
After a few moments, Wal resumed pumping her ass with the plug. Cissy whimpered. She whimpered again when his hand began that quick cracking against her butt. She uttered a muffled, pleading cry when Diltan powered the vibrator up again. She screamed when it found her clit, shattering her thoughts. She shrieked even louder when Rolat licked her throbbing nipples with his brutal tongue.
Cissy screamed without embarrassment, her mind uncoupled from any notion but that her body must achieve release. She was trapped, and orgasm was the only way she could find freedom from the glorious torture she was made to suffer. Cold sweat broke out on her skin as passion reached its zenith, crumbling all she’d ever known into dust.
It stopped again, leaving her suspended on that awful peak where arousal hurt rather than excited. Cissy’s cries were that of a tortured animal.
The big man kneeling over her, the one who filled her nipples with enthralling stabs of pain, looked to the one who wielded the humming instrument. “I think her limit has been reached.”
“So has mine. We will make the ultimate claim on her body.”
Nothing they said made sense to Cissy. All she knew was that she needed relief and these three were her only hope for that. They were also the ones who could withhold it, leaving her grasping forever.
She made a plaintive sound, trying to tell them she would grant them anything they wished. Anything, just to make this awful longing stop.
At first, Cissy thought they were going to walk away. Diltan let the vibrator drop to the floor, and Wal pulled the plug out of her ass and tossed it aside. She cried in earnest as the gag was removed from her mouth. Her thoughts were too tattered to allow her speech, however. She wanted to beg, but she couldn’t remember how.
The men shifted around her, changing positions and bringing their bodies close. They rolled Cissy on her side. Rolat spooned tight against her back. She felt his slick cocks nestle in between her buttocks. Wal arranged himself so that her face nestled between his shoulder and neck, with her upper leg slung over his hip. Diltan moved up so that he knelt over their heads. He looked down on the rest of them, as if they had gathered there just for him.
Rolat shifted, bringing the tip of his primary cock to her asshole. Cissy’s glad cry rang out. They were not abandoning her to suffer unrequited desire. They would fulfill her. They would fulfill themselves through her. She trembled with eagerness, ready to give them everything she possessed in her heart, body, and soul.
The Nobek entered her. What should have been a profound ache as his substantial girth spread her ass was pleasure to Cissy. Had she not still been bound, had she been able to move, she would have taken his primary cock even faster. His invasion was steady, but it felt as if an eternity passed before he had filled her with himself.
Cissy moaned in bliss as Rolat pumped his hips, fucking her with sure strokes. Her body was so primed now that she knew she could achieve orgasm this way. Passion built once more, her body making that climb that must end in release this time.
Her cry was strangled when the Nobek abruptly halted with just the tip of his cock encased in her willing flesh. Dismay vanished as Wal moved against her. Hard, wet heat prodded her pussy, guided by his hand. Then astonishing thickness invaded her womanhood. It took several moments before Cissy realized the Imdiko was stuffing
both
his cocks inside her.
The hand he’d used to position himself for the double entry covered her mouth. “Lick my juices off. Taste me,” he growled, his eyes alight with excitement.
Cissy obeyed, loving the spicy taste of Kalquorian male as his cocks pushed inside, filling her to her limits. Again, what she thought should have hurt brought only incredible pleasure. She wasn’t climbing to orgasm now. She hurtled towards it.
By the time Wal reached his end, Cissy trembled on the verge. She was almost there, and she didn’t think any force in the universe would keep her from climax this time. As Wal drew himself out, emptying her, Rolat pressed in. Feeling all that pressure from three cocks drove Cissy right to the edge. Nirvana was now inevitable.
From far away, she heard Rolat gasp, “I can feel you through her.”
Wal’s voice was strained. “Fuck, that’s the most wonderful sensation!”
Whatever else the men said was lost to Cissy. The moment of exaltation had arrived.
She soared through a blinding whiteness, her body shattering against a mighty force that seemed to come from inside and out. At last the power that had been denied found its outlet, and it streamed in fierce pulses. Cissy hung between worlds, buffeted over and over.
The surges gradually weakened, but were not spent. Through the continued pitches and swells, some of the world Cissy knew re-asserted itself. She became aware of Rolat and Wal bucking against her, chasing their own pleasures. Diltan’s hand appeared to brush the trio’s hair back and caress their cheeks. He leaned close, holding his larger, weeping cock. Cissy watched the gorgeous length approach, licking her lips in anticipation.
“Yes, my Matara. Take me. Love me, my beauty. Please – I don’t deserve you, but I beg you to make me yours.”
He filled her eager mouth. Now the clan possessed her ... and she possessed all of them. They were hers now, no matter what. She knew it as sure as she knew her name. It was the most profound moment of Cissy’s life.
She was enjoying the last sweet pulses of orgasm when Wal announced his with a cry. Moments later, Rolat’s deep groans joined in. They lay gasping and still, their cocks still throbbing inside Cissy when Diltan yelled. His pleasure flooded her mouth, completing the joining.
When the Dramok was depleted, he crawled heavily over the mat’s surface to thump down behind Wal. Gasps slowed. Pulses calmed. The four found the strength to cuddle close to each other, sharing warmth in a contented knot.
Little by little, Cissy remembered the world outside the sleeping room, a world that seemed to be less and less secure.
But we aren’t,
she assured herself.