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Jalinda nodded slowly, as if absorbing the words and searching each of them for its meaning.

“Third jump in two minutes,” Kar said. “We’ll be on Zulin in twenty.”

Pag saw the memory of what she had heard about the betrothal flit across Jalinda’s face, and the fear return.

“We’ll spend the night in the home of a man of the Trestrimar who settled on Zulin twenty years ago,” he said. “We’ll have the betrothal there, in his living room. Don’t worry, Jalinda. Girls of the Trestrimar take great pride in their betrothals. You will remember yours with happiness someday very soon, I promise.”

“But…” she whispered. She seemed to think for a moment about what Pag said. Then she shook her head, as if coming to the conclusion that she couldn’t see matters his way. The expression of quiet defiance on her face struck Pag as so adorable that his heart skipped a beat. “I just can’t do it. I can’t… show you… that. I mean, I know you can make me, and tie me up, and whip me, but…” Now her face turned very red as she obviously pictured herself offering her most private places to three men she barely knew, inviting them to use those places for their pleasure. “I can’t do it willingly, the way it seems like I’m supposed to.”

“Don’t worry,” Pag said. “Younger brides like you, who do not yet fully know their need for cock, sometimes have a little trouble. We will make certain you have a fine betrothal, even if we must spank you to teach you about a husband’s authority. I know that does not sound very reassuring, but I promise that you will understand more after the betrothal.”

Jalinda’s brow puckered and her mouth turned up in a sweet pout that made Pag want to kiss her anxiety away. “Alright,” she whispered. Then, as if trying vainly to reassure herself, she repeated it. “Alright. Alright.”

Chapter Seven

Gep, the man of the Trestrimar who lived on Zulin, met them on the landing pad in the spaceport. He stood almost as tall as Pag and his brothers and, though Gep was clearly at least twenty years their senior, his age seemed to sit very lightly on his shoulders though his long hair—black like theirs—had many streaks of gray. Jalinda found she liked him immediately, and the regard in which he clearly held Pag comforted her a little.

Even so, the resolve to escape she had formed on the brothers’ ship did not desert her. She would find a way to return to Sherdon on one of the ships at this busy, if rundown, spaceport, and she would find her parents, one of her cousins, or someone she knew. She would change her name, and she would live whatever life one could still live on a conquered world.

“The Vionian garrison is on alert,” Gep said to Pag as soon as they had exchanged greetings, “but there’s no sign I can see that they think you might have headed here.”

Gep’s living room was small, especially with four enormous men in it, surrounding Jalinda. Two benches stood side by side on either side of a stove that the garrulous Gep had fed with pellets that he explained came from the biomass cultivated around the spaceport, which made the place sustainable for human living.

Then Hed, who had remained completely silent from the moment he had said the terrible things about her first nights with him and becoming used to the cock, until now, said to Pag, “Time for the betrothal.”

Kar, who Jalinda found she couldn’t help liking, said, “Gep, we’re going to do it here, if that’s okay. Pag said so.”

Gep looked at Pag, who nodded. “Of course,” he said. He turned to Jalinda. “You’d better take off that fur, girl. As the representative of the tribe, I’m the one who will say how this will go. The law allows cunt-brothers to perform the ceremony without a witness, or really as each other’s witnesses, but it’s better when there’s an elder like me around.” He turned to Pag. “Is she a virgin?”

“Yes,” Pag said. Jalinda felt her face glow with shame.

“And you’ll save the cunt for the wedding night?”

“As the law commands,” Pag said.

“Well,” said Gep, “you know that’s a kind of gray area. But I’m happy to do the ceremony of virgin betrothal.” Again he addressed Jalinda. “If Pag here wanted to deflower you tonight, I’d get a turn inside your cunt, as the chief witness. I can tell I’d enjoy that quite a bit, but your eldest husband-to-be wants to follow the letter of the law, which means that I won’t even get to have you suck me.”

Gep said all this not in the grave and almost threatening tone Hed had used to say similar things, or in the comforting tone in which Pag had started to teach Jalinda about what it meant to become the wife of three men of the Trestrimar, but in a jocular tone like Kar’s but with what seemed to her greater authority behind it. Her face couldn’t get any hotter, but she began to see that among the Trestrimar to talk of cunts and cocks and fucking had a very different meaning than it would have on Sherdon 2 or Vion 4.

She just didn’t think she could ever get used to it, even if it seemed in some ways more natural than the modesty she had learned, growing up in a very different part of the galaxy.

“Take the fur off, Jalinda,” Hed said. “Or I will take it off for you, and spank you, too. You must learn your place.”

The sleeping fur in which Pag had stolen her from the general’s palace hardly covered her at all anyway, but it had felt comforting, at least, to have some concealment.

Pag said, “Do as Hed says, Jalinda. Drop the fur and then sit on the bench behind you. You will present your cunt to us now.”

Again Jalinda felt the resistance she had felt on the
Pride of the Trestrimar
, at the thought that she had to do this shameful thing—though she did not even yet understand what they meant by
presenting
her private part. She looked at Hed, looming above her. Her hands trembled as she parted the fur and slid it back over her shoulders. She could stand to be naked in front of them, surely, for her stay in the women’s tower, being prepared for the general, had taught her that as she watched other girls be naked for punishment. And hadn’t waiting naked for the general, and seeing the terrible scene of the feast, where she had received the horrible whipping on her bare bottom for no reason and had thought the general was about to do to her what Pag and his brothers had done to their own naked girls, made it easier?

Gep said, with more seriousness in his voice than she had heard before, “Jalinda, a wife of the Trestrimar must understand that her naked body is a possession—a prized possession—of the men who care for her. If you will not show Pag and his brothers the respect they deserve, Hed is correct: you must be spanked until you learn your place.”

“But… but…” Jalinda said, searching her mind desperately for something to say, some way at least to delay this terrible embarrassment. “But my bottom… you’ll see! The horrible general whipped me so hard, and then Pag switched me, too. Surely… I mean, don’t they want to…” A hot flush burst anew into her cheeks. “Don’t they want a bottom that’s still pretty?” she blurted out, not knowing why the thought of her bottom’s prettiness to her three frightening barbarian husbands would somehow also mean that the funny feeling and the warmth and even the wetness would come between her legs.

“Of course they do,” Gep replied, “even if between the cheeks they will train your secret blossom, as all wives of the Trestrimar are trained, until your bottom is easy to fuck, while still tighter than your cunt.”

“Powers…” Jalinda whispered, feeling her whole body tremble.
Easy to fuck. Oh, powers.

“But,” Kar said, seeming to pick up where Gep had left off, “we do want sweet little bottom-cheeks to hold and to spank, and to make you hold open for our cocks when we fuck you there. So don’t fear on that account. If you won’t strip and offer your body, we won’t spank you on your bottom.”

“What?” Jalinda asked. What could he mean?

Hed growled, “Enough. Pag?”

Jalinda looked from the angry expression on the middle brother’s face to the grave one on the brow of his elder sibling. The fear rose in her higher than she thought she had ever felt it, even on Sherdon when they had known the mercenaries were coming to take their town. She already knew that these barbarians would always protect her with their lives; she had known it, she understood now, the moment Pag had told her why he had come to the general’s chambers. Somehow she even felt that she owed them her body for that, although from the point of view she had once had as a girl growing up on Sherdon 2 the thought seemed a shameful one. Somehow, finally, the thought that she owed them her mouth and her private parts, to do as they pleased with the places where she had learned so recently that men like to put their hard cocks, made the funny feeling and the secret heat much, much worse.

In that moment she understood at last the nature of the funny feeling, and the realization startled her and redoubled the blush in her face.
Desire. Need.
Her need for cock, as Pag had called it
.
Strange as it would have seemed to the Jalinda of only a day before, a part of her—her quim, her cunt—
wanted
to submit to them, even though she had no idea why, and the rest of her still fought very hard against the idea and quailed back very far from it.

“Enough,” Pag agreed. He spoke sternly to Jalinda. “Betrothed and married women on our planet get the discipline they need, girl, and they get it right where they need it. Hed, Kar, put her on the bench and open her legs. We have to make certain she understands exactly what we mean. Gep, do you have a cunt-paddle? It would be good if we could make our girl understand her new life from the beginning.”

“I don’t. Not a lot of call for it for an unmarried man of the Trestrimar on Zulin,” Gep said regretfully.

Jalinda stood with the soft, warm fur still in her hands, unable to move a muscle. “What?” she whispered. “What’s that? Wh-what’s…?

Kar said, with a crooked grin, “It’s what wives get when they can’t learn to behave. I think Pag can give you a good idea of it, with his hand. Are you going to lie down and take your punishment, Jalinda, or do Hed and I have to hold you?”

“Enough, I said,” Hed growled, and stepped forward.

Jalinda cowered back but Hed merely grabbed her by the shoulders and ripped the fur away, then picked her up and laid her on her back on the bench, which had a top of padded leather. Jalinda looked wildly from him to Kar and back, and saw Hed give Kar a look that spoke more than any words could. For the first time, Jalinda saw that having her to care for and to guide into the ways of the Trestrimar pleased him—perhaps even on a level deeper than Kar could ever feel, with the light way he seemed to live—but she also saw Hed’s frustration with Kar’s already clear tendency to go easy on Jalinda.

Pag’s voice drew her gaze to his face, a sort of mixture of his two brothers’ gravity and lightness. “Kar, do as I’ve said. Hold the girl open so that I can spank her cunt.”

“No, no, no,” Jalinda wailed. The idea of what Pag would do had been obvious from the moment he had told her brothers to hold her legs open, and said
right where they need it
. When he had said
cunt-paddle
she had nearly screamed with fright. But still her mind had refused to travel all the way to the place where Pag had now forced it with the simple words
spank her cunt.
“Please… no, you can’t,” she cried. “I can’t bear it. I’ll offer it! I’ll offer my… my c-cunt and… and my bottom! Let me suck your cocks, like the girls at the feast. I want to kiss your big cocks and suck them. Please! Just not… don’t punish me there, please! Not there!”

Gep spoke with great seriousness. “From now on, girl, you will understand how important it is to obey your husbands. A girl’s first cunt-spanking is hard, but every girl must have one, sooner or later, to teach her how her cunt needs discipline, to be pleasing for the men who fuck her, just as she needs discipline herself, to please them with her actions. I venture to say it will be a long time before you feel the cunt-paddle, now that you know Pag, Hed, and Kar won’t hesitate to use it upon the place where they put their cocks when the need is upon them, and where they will make their sons and daughters in the fullness of time.”

Jalinda feared Pag’s hand so much, between her thighs, now spread wide by Hed and Kar, each of whom grasped one of her knees, that she barely noticed what Gep had said about the babies. She looked down her body and saw that the way they pulled her knees up and apart, almost to her breasts, exposing her completely and shamefully to her own view: the little pink pout, bared for the general’s frustrated pleasure of the red curls that had once adorned it, and peeping out between the whiter outer lips. Even when they shaved her in the bathing hall, and she had caught a glimpse of the process in the mirror, Jalinda hadn’t really seen what her quim looked like.

“Jalinda,” Pag said, “look at me.” She looked up to see him standing at the end of the bench, with his enormous right hand upraised, the fingers held tightly together to make a single surface. “I am going to punish you now. Usually after a cunt-spanking, there is a punishment-fuck, but because you are a virgin, you will offer your cunt when I am done spanking it, and my brothers and I will let you kiss our cocks before we come on your face, your breasts, and your belly.”

Then he put his left hand firmly on the little hill above Jalinda’s quim, and with his right he began to teach her the terrible lesson. Jalinda screamed, and screamed, and screamed, but Hed and Kar held her firmly despite the struggles she couldn’t help making, though from the beginning she understood that she would obey now, for how could she not obey men who would do this to her?

Pag merely kept spanking her, each sharp slap covering the whole of the place: her terribly sensitive secret lips and the little place at the top that seemed to have all the feeling in the galaxy locked inside it. After each spank he would look into her eyes, impassively, as if to see whether he thought she had learned yet what she needed to know:
my need for cock
, Jalinda realized.
My need for cock.

Then, when she sobbed on the bench, her legs released, the brothers lowered their leather breeches and for the first time she saw their hard cocks close up, the cocks that someday soon, she knew, unless she escaped, would fuck her in her mouth, in her quim, and even in her poor bottom. In a sort of trance created by the pain Pag had inflicted on her between her legs and the sight of three enormous men holding their manhoods in their hands, stroking those huge, stiff parts of themselves, she kissed the knobs arrogantly presented to her lips, and then she watched each brother rub his cock while he fixed his eyes on her bare quim.