It hurt, as he had promised, like hell.
A sound of sibilant satisfaction rose from the watching aliens. She was so helpless before them all, a fact that she could not forget for a single second. The pain enhanced her vulnerability, and left her begging for mercy.
“Please! I’m sorry! I’m so, so sorry!”
She barely recognized her voice, it was so full of desperation. She was writhing and squirming, finding it impossible to stay in position. Atlas held her down on the floor and whipped her ass with swift cuts over and over again.
Jerri was crying almost constantly by the time he dropped the lash. She heard a sigh of disappointment from the crowd. The Dinavri were unsatisfied with her punishment, though it was more painful than she thought she could bear. Her ass felt as though a thousand tendrils of fire were snaking across her lava-heated skin, a swollen, sore display that did not impress their captors.
But Atlas had more in store, surprising both Jerri and the Dinavri. He went to his knees behind her, his big palms cupping one of her punished cheeks each. She wailed as he spread her open, exposing both shameful holes to the watching crowd and his own alien gaze. Jerri let out another cry and hid her face in her hands. Could she take this? Was she able to withstand this level of humiliation and emerge from it intact? The answer was simple. She had no choice. She was an object being acted upon. She was a thing to be punished.
But she never expected to feel what she felt next, not in front of all these Dinavri. It was his cock, and it was running the length of her soaked pussy.
“Oh…” She opened her eyes wide, as if that would somehow allow her to see what was happening behind her. Of course she was left with nothing but pure sensation, the feeling of her very soft lower lips spreading easily and willingly for the harsh intrusion of a Kitari cock.
He was going to fuck her. In front of them all.
She felt him lean down over her, his lips close to her ear.
“Ready?”
The word was casual and simple, but it covered a hundred questions, none of which he had time to ask. If the Dinavri knew she had any choice in any of this they would lose respect instantly. It had to look as though she was his possession, completely at his command and under his control. The slick wetness between her thighs was just as demanding as the Dinavri appetite for punishment. He was large, thick, and poised right at the very apex of her inner lips on the precipice of her interior. There was no denying what had to happen now. Biology and diplomacy alike demanded she be fucked—and fucked hard.
“Yes,” she whispered back.
He took a big handful of her hair, gathering most of it into his rough fist and thrust his hips forward.
She was impaled instantly with all the inches it took to fill her up completely, and with the sense there were more she could not take.
“Fuck!”
She cursed at the top of her lungs, her fingers forming claws and grasping for something that was not there. She felt as though he’d wrapped her around his cock completely. Not just her pussy, her entire fucking body, all the way to her soul. She could feel the way his dick expanded and became even thicker closer to the base, her lips stretched obscenely wide around him.
Her breath came in short little gasps as she struggled to take him, nearly forgetting the intense heat in her ass with the distraction of his massive alien rod now sliding out of her. The ridged textures of his cock made her inner walls grip him all the better. They were reluctant to release him, and so she found herself stuck on his cock, her ass wriggling back and forth, hips grinding in an attempt to have him deeper, longer, harder.
“Down,” he growled, pushing her from the hands and knees position to a prone one, her breasts pressing against the cool floor, her pussy still stuffed full of his rod. The change in position made it easier for her to take the cock that was clearly not intended for anything as delicate and sensitive as a human pussy.
He might have been able to make it less intense, but less intensity was not on the menu for Jerri. She could feel him looming over her, his massive bulk a powerful mental presence that, matched with his huge cock, made her feel small, vulnerable, and very, very wet.
Atlas fucked her there on the floor, her legs spread and shaking, her striped ass being met time and time again by the rough skin of his lower abdomen.
To the cheering crowd it may have seemed rougher and crueler than the lashing he had previously given her, but this was different. In sex she was a participant. He invaded her pussy with his cock, but her cunt gripped and held him, squeezed and encouraged him, and turned so much of the pain she was in into a kind of dark pleasure like no other.