Michaela (13 page)

Speaking with a firmness she didn’t feel, she said, “Leave.”

Korkla folded his arms over his chest, finally breaking the spell of shock. “No.”

Michaela gathered her sense of insult to strengthen her resolve. After all, she’d made it plain that she wanted them, yet they refused to have her. The rejection stung anew, and she let her temper rise.

“Yes you will leave and you will do so right now. I am not playing these games with you three. Get out and leave the freak alone.”

Michaela never saw Raxstad move. One moment she huddled in the basin, shielding her body from the men’s sight. The next, a brawny arm slung around her waist and hauled her out of the water.

“Hey!” she shouted, struggling as he stomped over to the lounger where she slept. “Put me down, you fucking ape!”

The Nobek did not respond, and none of Michaela’s attempts to get free loosened his hold on her even a smidge. He sat down on the lounger and draped her face down across the slabs he called thighs.

“What the hell are you doing? I’m dripping all over the floor,” Michaela complained, trying to get up.

A big hand flattened between her shoulder blades, pinning her down. A second hand abruptly slammed against her ass. She was so shocked by the unexpected blow that she stopped fighting.

An instant later, violent heat blazed across her buttocks. Michaela sucked in a lungful of air. It left her throat in a shriek.

More meaty smacks rained down on her defenseless rear, turning it into roasted hell. Michaela redoubled her efforts to escape, screaming all the while. The spanking hurt, but her cries were borne more out of anger than pain.

How dare Raxstad do such a thing! She’d claw his eyes out if she could get loose ... but the Nobek had her pinned down. None of her frantic struggles were working.

“Stop! Stop, damn you!” she screamed.

He did so to speak angrily. “You were warned, Michaela. I told you this would happen if you spoke that word again. You are never allowed to call yourself a freak. Apologize.”

Michaela twisted around enough so that he could see her bare her teeth at him. “Fuck you!”

He went back to wearing her ass out. The pain built, eclipsing her anger as it grew. She fought to get free to no avail.

Michaela screamed at the Dramok who stood and watched with his arms folded over his chest. “Korkla! Get him off me!”

Korkla’s face displayed no emotion, though his voice rose to be heard over the thumps of Raxstad’s hand on Michaela’s ass and her increasing wails. “Raxstad is our disciplinarian. He told you that word would get you punished. You are being taught an important lesson.”

Michaela squirmed and kicked frantically. She even tried to bite Raxstad’s leg, but there was some sort of thick armor-like padding within his formsuit. She couldn’t get free.

Govi’s voice was gentle but every bit as matter-of-fact as Korkla’s had been. “You’d better apologize, Michaela. Your ass is turning quite red.”

They were serious. They would let the Nobek spank her like a naughty child until they got what they wanted. It humiliated her to be treated so ... and it hurt like hell.

Yet the discomfort was not what brought tears pouring from her eyes or sobs bursting from her throat. Michaela had wanted the three men to prove they didn’t think she was a freak. Raxstad’s spanking with his clanmates’ approval made that point loud and clear.

They didn’t think she was a monster and refused to let her think so either.

“I’m sorry. Please stop. I’m sorry.” The words she spoke were hard to understand even to her own ears, as tangled with sobs as they were.

Yet somehow Raxstad deciphered the speech from the bawling. He immediately ceased punishment. She lay across his granite thighs, crying hard and unable to move.

They liked her. They couldn’t stand to hear her tear herself down, so they must like her. Michaela thought that perhaps they didn’t view her as a horrid mistake.

Govi whispered, “All right now, little one. It’s all right now.”

The three men petted her, making soothing sounds as they did so. Their hands moved all over except on her pulsing, raw ass. Michaela’s breasts hung down between Raxstad’s parted thighs, and fingers gently plucked her nipples. The Nobek widened his legs so that her groin was made available to a hand which wrapped around her cock. It moved up and down, sending delicious trickles of molten warmth into the member.

As Michaela’s prick hardened, thick fingers – Raxstad’s, she thought – stroked her pussy. The Nobek continued to hold her down between the shoulders with his other hand, keeping her pinned as the men made her hard and wet. She clutched the leg beneath her, panting as the Kalquorians played. Her tears dried up as pleasure surged. In the aftermath of punishment, what they did felt astounding in comparison.

The hands on her breasts massaged the mounds. They delivered an occasional pinch on the livid tips, sending splinters of excitement straight to her clit. The hands were powerful and strong with hard callouses on the fingertips, and yet managed to be gentle.

The hand working her cock was every bit as incredible. It pumped up and down, from base to the flared head, gripping her in a hold that was deliciously tight without being hurtful. Michaela gasped with each knowing stroke, feeling her balls draw up tighter to her body. Wonderful pressure built in them, growing with every second.

Fingers trace the petals of her womanhood and drew teasing wet circles around her clit. Ticklish delight sprang from those delicate touches, feeding the growing tension in Michaela’s male parts. Even the aching burn of her spanked ass fed the internal fire now.

Her panting gave way to whimpers, and then strengthened into moans. Korkla’s clan touched her even though they should not wish to. They were going to make her come, both as a man and a woman. Their whispers encouraged her release, calling her beautiful, calling her perfect, calling her theirs.

“That’s it, my pretty little girl. Let yourself go.”

“Lovely, lovely Michaela. Come for us, my beauty.”

“Go ahead, my poor, wonderful love. Let it happen. Surrender yourself.”

The sweetness of climax began, unfurling in a hot ribbon of ecstasy that traveled the length of Michaela’s cock. Her clit suffused with brightness. Her entire body stiffened with the oncoming orgasm.

“Here it comes. That’s our girl. Yes, Michaela.”

The fingers stroking her pussy closed around her clit. They pinched and tugged and ravening fire billowed through her belly. Michaela detonated. Her pussy seized in a series of spasms, each convulsion sweeter than the last. Her cock jerked in the grip of the man who stroked it. The liquid fire burst free, showering the floor with elation. Michaela writhed on Raxstad’s lap, her cries ringing as she came.

Moments after her cock emptied, the hand on it let go. The fingers playing with her pussy disappeared, and Michaela lay quiet but for the soft sighs that broke free every few moments. She basked in the afterglow, her body sated. Or so she thought.

Hands pressed against her inner thighs, opening her legs. Still fog-brained from orgasm, Michaela didn’t understand what was happening until a wet, warm mouth kissed her pussy. Then a rough, scratchy tongue licked her slit, gathering and devouring her juices.

Fresh excitement speared her crotch. Surprised by the jolt of desire, Michaela started to lift up only to discover Raxstad continued to pin her down.

“Stay there,” his gruff voice ordered. “You’re not done yet.”

Indeed she was not. The mouth on her sucked her clit deep into its environs, and a tongue whipped over it. Exaltation poured into the tiny nub, swelling it until Michaela felt nothing else of her body. All her being concentrated on that sweet point of ecstasy, growing more and more blindingly bright with every suckle, every lash of the tongue against it. Flashes of light bloomed before her eyes, and she was falling, falling, her body jerking as awesome pleasure pounded from within.

There were a few scant moments during which Michaela thought the surges of bliss were at last receding, but the mouth on her became more voracious with her quieting cries. Once again, ferocious delight crashed through her. Then again. And again.

At last Michaela could climax no more. She lay as limp as a wet dishrag across Raxstad’s thighs, groaning in exhausted satisfaction. She was dead weight when the men turned her over so that Raxstad could hold her against his chest. Govi and Korkla stroked her body with pleased smiles.

The Dramok kissed her lips with a feathery pressure. “There now. All better?”

Somehow, she remembered how to talk. “Yes. All better,” Michaela sighed.

For the moment anyway. When doubt returned, as she was sure it would, there was the chance she’d slip up and say the word they despised. She’d been calling herself a freak for as long as she could remember. Surely if Clan Korkla stuck around, it would leave her lips once more. Would Raxstad spank her again?

Michaela felt a strange excitement at the thought.  The heat of her ass reminded her of how deliciously vulnerable she’d been to them, a thought that secretly delighted her. And what had come after ... well, that was worth getting her ass worn out for, wasn’t it? Especially since they seemed determined to prove she was not a freak.

Michaela thought perhaps the three men actually cared about her.

Chapter 8

For the first time in her life, Michaela did not want to dance. She dragged herself into her studio early in the morning, but her mind was elsewhere. All she could think about was Clan Korkla.

Were they awake yet? Were they having breakfast? Thinking about her? Talking about her?

Michaela wanted nothing more to go to their quarters rather than the studio. Yesterday afternoon had been lovely following the spanking and naughty play. The men and she had talked for hours on end, learning more about each other. They’d had dinner delivered to the room and kept talking. Then they talked some more until Michaela had started yawning. She’d not wanted the Kalquorians to leave. She’d damned near begged them not to go, but they had excused themselves for the night, wishing her pleasant dreams.

Even with today being the final rehearsal and setting up the stage for the Coming of Age Festival, Michaela had the worst time making herself do what was needed. She wanted to be with the clan. Moreover, she wanted them to realize she was ready to give herself to them, and not just sexually. Michaela wanted Korkla to clan her. She wanted to belong to him, Govi, and Raxstad forever. But how could she make that happen? Govi in particular was determined to treat her carefully. He seemed convinced she was one fuck away from a nervous breakdown.

Michaela dragged herself into the dance studio and started stretching exercises. Her brain kept circling around the issue of getting the clan to move on from heavy petting to actual intercourse. Not that she could imagine sex feeling any better than what they’d done to her after Raxstad wore her ass out. No, the climaxes they’d given her could not possibly be improved upon.

Michaela wanted to know she belonged. She needed proof now that the three men accepted her, that they wanted her forever. She needed to feel like they could someday love her.

Jessica walked in, moving stiffly in her leotard as she mumbled, “Good morning.”

She began to stretch, wincing the whole time. Michaela looked at her questioningly.

“Damned Kalquorians,” the brunette muttered. Jessica’s eyes sparked with temper. “My ass may never recover.”

Happy to be distracted from her own problems, Michaela arched an eyebrow at her friend. “Do I want to know?”

Jessica scowled at the toe she reached for. “Do you remember that Kalquorian curse word I called Prince Egilka? When I walked out on chaperoning your date?”

Michaela snickered. “Yeah. I was warned I didn’t want to repeat it.”

“Well, no one warned me, and I made the mistake of calling Prince Clajak that very same word. The son of a bitch wore me out like a child.”

Michaela’s jaw dropped and she stared. “You mean a spanking? You too?”

Jessica looked at her with equal surprise before a slow, knowing grin crept over her lips. “So,” she drawled silkily. “Things are heating up with Clan Korkla, I take it.”

“Now why would you get that impression from being spanked? Unless—” Michaela’s mouth fell wide open again. She stared at Jessica in shock. Had being spanked by Prince Clajak led to Jessica having sex with him again? From the pink staining the other woman’s cheeks, Michaela was sure that was exactly what had happened.

She yelled, “You said you couldn’t stand him!”

Jessica snorted. “I can’t. And I refuse to go to Kalquor after dealing with that creep. I don’t care how good the sex is.” She grabbed her toes and muttered to her knees, “The trick is not making Clajak mad over it, or I’ll end up with my toes in the air again. Stupid sexy jerk.”

Michaela cocked her head to one side as she regarded her friend. “You’re losing me. What does getting Prince Clajak angry have to do with sex?”

Jessica sighed. “Everything, apparently. It turns out that if you piss off a Kalquorian and then get him sexually excited, he loses control. He gets hell-bent on unloading his frustrations, if you get my meaning.” She adjusted her position and winced. “I just wish they weren’t so damned attractive. It seems like I have as little self-possession as they do.”