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She felt Pag’s hand come down upon her bottom. She heard a cousin say, “Take her belt off!”

Pag proclaimed, “Hed and Kar and I have trained this rump for many days now. You can see that Jalinda wears the same training belt as every girl of the Trestrimar must wear, before her wedding. She has learned about her need for cock, just as a bride should, and her secret blossom is ready for fucking even by cocks such as ours. Shall I remove her training belt and satisfy that need, in her cunt and in her rump?”

“Yes!” thundered back the crowd.

Powers preserve me
,
Jalinda thought.
How can something I want, something I need, scare me so much?

Chapter Fourteen

Pag turned back to the marvelous sight before him. He ripped the remaining shreds of the veil away and dropped them to the platform. Then he addressed himself fully to the prospect of his beautiful wife, naked as she should be, with her flaming head of hair turned submissively downward and the wonderful creaminess of her skin, the wonderful pinkness of her pouting cunt, the wonderful roundness of her little bottom, all awaiting him.

The buckle of Jalinda’s training belt was in the back, of course, for exactly this reason: so that a man could remove it after bending her forward for fucking. With eager but sure fingers he unfastened it, loving the way she trembled at his touch though he could see how her cunt glistened with her need for fucking.

With a tug on the rubber base of the plug in her bottom-hole, he told her she must push it out, and she obeyed, moaning so loudly as the big trainer emerged from her tiny hole that another round of applause took hold of the assembly, at which Jalinda gave a whimpering little sob as if to deny how much she needed to have her rump filled with her husband’s authority at last and to know he found her backside pleasing.

Pag dropped the training belt on top of the remnants of the veil. The hardness of his cock had scarcely abated; he took it in his left hand once again and stepped forward. Jalinda gave a happy cry to feel the head of a cock there at last, at the opening of the cunt where it must now enter at full length, making her a true bride once and for all. The sensation for Pag seemed so intense that he didn’t know how he could be as gentle as he wanted to be, but he restrained himself, loving the way having Jalinda tightly bound put her wet cunt completely at his disposal.

“Hush, sweetling,” he said as little gasps came from her, when he began to move just the knob of his cock in and out and up and down. The need to drive hard, to have the whole length of him enclosed in that velvety sheath as only the tip now was, nearly overpowered him.

Jalinda gave a little cry as he pushed forward a little. “Please, sir,” she whimpered. “Please… now… please… f-fuck m-me with your big… with y-your… oh, powers… with your b-big cock.”

Pag smiled. “Hush,” he said. “You must be silent now, except for those sounds that you cannot help.”

Then, making certain the head of his cock sat fairly against her maidenhead, he took firm hold of her slim hips. Jalinda tensed, as if knowing the moment had come. For the blink of an eye, she seemed to struggle against the leather straps that held her in place for Pag’s pleasure, and then, just as suddenly, to relax, as if understanding exactly why she had asked to be tightly bound—as if loving to be completely in Pag’s power that way.

Hearing himself emit a grunt of his own, out of the sheer pleasure of thrusting deep inside the girl he loved, Pag pushed through. Jalinda cried out, but only very softly, and the guests, almost all of whom, Pag knew, now fucked their own wives behind him. He saw Jalinda clench her fists as he began to fuck her in a gentle rhythm, enjoying the feel of her firm bottom cheeks against his hips as he drove all the way in each time.

He reached out, stroked her back, grasped her right shoulder, and then he couldn’t help quickening the pace, fucking harder, thinking about the pleasure in his cock and the pleasure of having his beautiful exotic red-haired girl, from halfway across the galaxy. Of having her in his house. Of having her to share with Hed and Kar.

She cried out louder now, but her cries seemed more ambiguous; Pag knew she had begun to feel the pleasure she had known for so long awaited her in this most wonderful of acts. Despite the tightness of the straps, too, he even felt her squirm her pert little bottom back against him, as if wanting him even deeper inside her—as if wanting the sacred, the ultimate act.

He pulled out.

“Bring the oil!” he heard Hed say. He and Kar alone of the platform party—including the elders—did not have women to fuck while the bride and groom consummated the marriage. They kept themselves at the ready, to take their own places in her cunt, when Jalinda was brought back to their hut when Pag had finished deflowering her.

Jalinda sobbed a bit as Pag oiled her secret blossom, but the training belt had taught her well, and when he put the head of his cock, well moistened also with the sweet arousal of her cunt along with the proof of her lost virginity, to the tiny ring, she moaned softly and yielded. She pushed and opened her bottom, so that Pag could enter her there as gently as he knew how. Again the pleasure of his new bride’s marvelous tightness forced him to use all the restraint he could, for he wanted to pound her little backside to the utmost, and feel those pretty round cheeks against his hips again.

Even with the use of the training belt on her bottom for several days, though, he knew Jalinda couldn’t enjoy the sacred act of bottom-sex as she should if he did just as he liked. He would have dearly loved to fuck her secret blossom hard, driving his cock all the way into her rump’s narrow passage and impaling her fully, as he and his brothers would do someday soon, whenever they liked. But Pag didn’t want his wonderful girl to be afraid the next time he told her he would have her bottom. When he instructed her, in a day or two, to spread her cheeks for him to oil the flower so he could thrust his cock inside, he wanted her to serve him eagerly. He wanted her to feel proud when she wore her training belt around the house, because she knew her bottom got more and more enjoyable for her husbands each time she wore it and because it reminded her of how much they loved to fuck her there.

So he thrust in only halfway, looking down in rapture at the sight of his cock engulfed between her pretty cheeks, and he fucked the bottom very gently. Jalinda did cry out loud, now, with each shallow thrust, but Pag held her tiny backside in his hands and kept thrusting, getting her used to yielding to the cock even in that most private place.

Even with the shallow thrusts, the well-oiled tightness of his bride’s rump, together with the arousal he felt at hearing the sounds of public fucking on the grass behind him, and at seeing his cock moving resolutely in and out of Jalinda’s bottom, brought him to his climax after only a few minutes. “Good girl,” he said. “So sweet on my cock. Such a good bottom.”

Then the spasm took hold of him. He gripped her little cheeks and closed them around his cock to make the feeling greater. Jalinda cried out as she felt his seed spurt into her, and Pag’s hips shook as he let the ecstasy control his body.

“Pag of the Trestrimar found his release inside his bride’s rump!” said the first elder, whose own cock was moving quickly in and out of Yora’s mouth. “It is accomplished!”

* * *

Hed, as Jalinda’s second husband, carried her back to their hut, three hundred yards away down one of the radiating streets and then the cross-lane called Pag’s Lane after their great-grandfather, who had built the hut. The guests—those who were not still engaged in the public fucking on the green—followed them, cheering the whole way and singing the bawdy wedding songs of the Trestrimar, full of references to swords and sheaths, halberds and sticking things with them.

At the door, Pag turned to address the joyful crowd. “Thank you, my friends, men and women of the Trestrimar. Hed, Kar, and I have the greatest happiness to be back among you, and we feel even more contentment to have brought here our wonderful girl, Jalinda.” He looked at her, nestled in Hed’s arms with the pieces of her torn veil to keep her cozy. She smiled back at him.

The guests gave a final cheer; then, as Pag and his brothers went into the hut, they turned to walk back to the green where the feast would soon begin. The bridegrooms and their bride would return there, too, once Pag, Hed, and Kar had become full cunt-brothers and Jalinda had come completely into their possession, each brother having had his turn in mouth, cunt, and rump.

In the center of the hut’s great room, where relaxing, dining, and cooking all took place, the brothers’ own fucking bench had been placed. Here Jalinda would serve their daily lusts, unless on a day appointed to him one of the brothers brought her to his bedchamber to fuck her there in private. Pag looked forward greatly to his first night that way.

During the day, however, if any of the brothers wanted a fuck he could tell Jalinda to get herself over the bench, lower his breeches, and enjoy her with his cock, even if it was another brother’s day. The customs of marriage in one cunt dictated that cunt-brothers keep to a minimum that sort of
poaching
as it was called, and ask the permission of the cunt-brother of the day, but Pag could well imagine that at least in the first few weeks, they would often ask each other’s permission to fuck Jalinda over the bench, calling her from the cooking or the cleaning to have a ride in her cunt as she cried out her submission into the bench’s padded leather surface. Since the Trestrimar considered bottom-sex sacred, though, Jalinda’s bottom belonged absolutely to the cunt-brother of the day; only today on their wedding day and on her monthly three-cock nights would she have more than one of them there in a twenty-four-hour span.

Before he put her over the fucking bench, though, Hed had another duty to which to attend. Still holding Jalinda in his arms, he sat upon the long couch that dominated the living area, where guests would sit if they happened to be in Pag’s hut, to watch the brothers fuck their wife. Now Pag and Kar would sit there, in a few moments, while Hed fucked her, and then Hed would join Pag as Kar finished the consummation. Now Pag and Kar stood to watch Hed do what he must.

Firmly, but without force, and silently Hed moved Jalinda, turning her and arranging her over his lap, face down and bottom up. She would now have her first domestic discipline as a wife of the Trestrimar.

Kar gently pulled the blue fabric of the torn veil away and began to fold it. Hed looked at Pag, and Pag, knowing what was necessary, went to the hook on the wall where the family strap had hung, next to the cunt-paddle, for many years. He fetched the strap, a wood-handled length of black leather, stitched from three thicknesses of hide, two inches wide. He handed it to Hed.

Hed laid the leather against Jalinda’s bare bottom, across both cheeks. Yora had told her of course that she must expect this whipping, but she trembled and gave a little sob of fear. With his left hand, Hed stroked her bottom cheeks, as if to soothe her. Enchanted, Pag saw a bit of his seed had trickled out from between the creamy little apples of their girl’s rump, onto her thigh.

“Jalinda,” Hed said, very quietly though of course in that deep voice that Pag could tell made her tremble all by itself, “do you know what I must do?”

“Whip me, sir,” Jalinda whispered.

“Why must I whip you?”

“Because I must learn my place.”

Chapter Fifteen

Jalinda didn’t think she had ever been so scared. Even with all the frightening things that had happened to her in her unlikely travels across the galaxy, this moment, naked over Hed’s strong thighs, his leather breeches rubbing against her aching quim, seemed to overwhelm her reason so completely that she thought every second she would get up and try to run away. All those dangers, from Sherdon, to Vion, to Zulin, as real as they became to her in their unfolding, had never given her a moment like this one, in which she had to anticipate a whipping on her wedding day, from the man who would from henceforth be the husband responsible for punishing her whenever he or his brothers saw fit.

“Do not squirm,” Hed said reprovingly. He moved his hand—the hand that had begun to rub her so gently that she thought she might die without just a little more pleasure. She had without even meaning to do it begun to try to move the place between her thighs that now felt so different, so much needier despite its soreness, after Pag had thrust his cock inside it for long minutes before all the wedding guests, against the spot on Hed’s lap where his own huge manhood must rise. Now, as recompense, instead of rubbing her bottom with his left hand, he held her around her waist, rendering her backside absolutely still.

That made it entirely clear what would come next, as the strap also left her bottom, raised, Jalinda knew, so that Hed might bring it back down, hard, to start teaching her the lesson she must learn. Suddenly the fear did overwhelm her and she began to struggle as hard as she could to get away, to rise and run out of the house and somehow make her way into the Maran wilderness. She could find the Amazon village, couldn’t she?

“Sir, please…” She looked around wildly for Pag, and saw him standing there. “Don’t let him… please don’t let him whip me!”

But at the very same time Pag made a grave, disappointed face, and Hed brought the strap down even harder than Jalinda had imagined he might. A line of fire that seemed even worse than the terrible agony of the two-tailed thing the general had used on her, back on Vion 4, seared itself across both her bottom-cheeks, and the sharp sound rang out around the great room.

Jalinda cried out. “Oh, I can’t. Please… I can’t…”

She twisted, threw her arm back to try to cover her poor bottom, where her little ring still burned from Pag’s pleasure there, and she could still feel his essence trickling lewdly out. But Hed clearly had no intention either of answering or of stopping. He brought the strap down again.