Michaela (30 page)

Once the Dramok had the dildo attachment fairly dripping with gel, Raxstad tapped a few buttons on the bar holding it. With a low hum, it began to move towards Michaela’s vulva. She shuddered to see its approach. Raxstad continued to tap the buttons, adjusting its height and angle.

The tapered tip of the dildo nudged at Michaela’s folds. Raxstad made a final adjustment, and it found her opening. It crept inside her. He made it stop once the tip had penetrated about an inch.

Meanwhile, Korkla lubed something else ... a long, thick buttplug. He carefully inserted it into Michaela’s ass. Her breath caught to feel the fullness. The chair’s mechanical dildo would increase that heady sensation.

Michaela thought she knew what was coming. The men had tormented her with exciting her and then denying her orgasm before. It looked like they were going to do it again.

Except before, they allowed me to come after some time, after I was hurting from need. Maybe this time, they won’t let me climax.

It wasn’t a beating. It was much worse. Michaela couldn’t help but whimper.

Yet they had much more torment in store for her than just that. Michaela’s eyes widened to see the contraption Raxstad showed her next.

“Um,” she said, not liking the look of the series of metal rings and metal strip holding them together. At one end was a small metal dome. Michaela had never seen such a device, but the shape of it made its function unmistakable.

Raxstad looked at her. “This is the punishment I have deemed best for you,” he said. “Do you accept the discipline? If not, we will stop.”

She heard the question beneath his carefully chosen words. Do you trust me?

I do. I do. But that damned thing looks scary.

The three men were all standing perfectly still, watching her. Michaela knew a lot hinged on how she answered. This was more than about atonement. Much more.

She lowered her eyes. Biting back the urge to ask if it would hurt ... because that would make Raxstad feel as if she didn’t believe in him ... she said, “I accept it.”

“Good girl,” he murmured. He looked relieved.

Michaela didn’t want to see him put the rings on her. She watched Govi instead. The Imdiko squirted thick white lotion in the palm of his hand.

She nearly came up out of the chair when he rubbed the lotion all around the base of her cock and over her scrotum. The straps kept her from doing more than jerking, however. Despite Michaela’s dread of what was to come, she couldn’t bite back the moan as sweet warmth filled her manhood, swelling her prick with excitement.

Govi released her semi-erection. Before Michaela could pull her head back together, Raxstad began sliding the joined metal rings over her cock.

The Nobek snugged the first and largest ring at the base of her and carefully slipped it over her balls as well. With an adjustment, the first ring gripped her securely, though not painfully.

The rest of the rings circled her semi-hard dick. Raxstad adjusted the circumference of each so that her masculine member was held snugly. The metal strip connecting them kept her cock curved. The dome at the end encased her cockhead.

Michaela stared at what he’d put on her. It wasn’t painful, not really. If she got any harder however, it could turn uncomfortable. Plus it was heavy. The weight felt strange and unwelcome.

There were flashes of flesh between each ring, but the coils were thick enough that real contact with her cock would be impossible. Michaela’s male sex could not be touched.

“Is it hurting you?” Raxstad asked. “Does it feel as if your circulation is being cut off at all?”

“No,” Michaela said. She tried to shift, to relieve some of that awful weight. She couldn’t move and her poor penis was stuck with the heaviness of the cage.

Finally, the men put a harness on her, one that strapped around her upper thighs and waist and held the butt plug in place. A plastic attachment lay over her clit. Michaela got a very bad feeling about the arrangement.

“All right, my Matara,” Raxstad said as he stepped back. “You know the wrong you’ve done. You did not think to call Korkla when you knew Jessica was going to do something ill-advised.”

Tears welled in Michaela’s eyes at his words. She had fucked up, and Clan Clajak might pay dearly for it. Jessica would suffer worst of all.

Raxstad continued to speak. “You failed to trust your own clan in the matter. Now you must make amends for your lack of faith.”

Stupid. I am so stupid.
Tears ran from Michaela’s eyes
. I’ll do anything to make it up to them.

“We love you, Michaela,” Korkla said quietly. “And I have no doubt you love us. Now you must learn to trust wholeheartedly as well.”

Despite being in agreement with her wish for discipline, Govi looked ready to weep. “The sooner you start, my Nobek, the sooner this is done.”

“Yes. Here we go.”

Raxstad touched a button on the waiting dildo. It pressed into Michaela, entering her fully. At the same time, he muttered, “Stimulator, activate, random setting.”

The attachment over Michaela’s clit hummed to life. She sucked in a deep breath as pleasure erupted. The mechanical dildo moved in and out of her pussy, increasing the delicious thrills coursing through her. With the anal plug, she was wondrously full as well, and the dildo provided gentle friction to her interior hotspot.

She moaned. The sweet roil of excitement filled her loins and spilled into her cock. It grew plump, pressing against the enfolding metal of the rings. They constricted her maleness, refusing to allow it full erection. The curved metal would not bend and it was cold and heavy. Some of the pleasure abated.

Raxstad ordered the dildo and clit stimulation to stop. He told Michaela, “Now that you’ve had a taste, I will tell you what will happen. You will spend the next hour in this chair, being fucked by the machine. The clit stimulator will be set on random. It will provide pleasure without climax, which we all know you don’t enjoy. After the hour is up, you will continue to wear the clit stimulator, the anal plug, and the cock cage for the rest of this evening. You will service our needs as we command with no pleasure in return. If you behave, everything will be removed before bed.”

Korkla asked, “Do you understand your punishment, Michaela?”

She didn’t hesitate. “Yes, my Dramok.”

Govi was next. “Is this acceptable to you?”

All at once, Michaela’s greatest fear seized her. It had been at the back of her mind since the council meeting, a terror that she had fought ever since. She did not want to voice it for fear of making it come true. However, it spilled out before she could stop herself. “I’ll do anything to fix things between us. Just don’t send me away. Don’t make me not your Matara.”

Korkla’s eyes widened. “Do you really think we’d do such a thing? Never, Michaela. You’re ours forever.”

Govi looked horrified. “That can’t happen anyway, my love. Clanning is for life.”

She was confused. “But you said what happened at the council meeting could take Jessica away from Clajak’s clan. If clanning is a lifetime commitment, how can it be possible she loses that bond?”

Korkla sighed. “Only very special circumstances can break a clanship, my Matara. The issue with Jessica is one such circumstance. In matters of the Empire’s leadership, clan ties can be severed.”

Some of Michaela’s terror abated. She would not lose her lovers. They could not set her aside because she’d fucked up.

Govi hurried to console her further of that fact. “Even if we could de-clan you, it would still not be an option. We love you. Nothing you’ve done can change that.”

Raxstad stroked thick fingers through her hair. “You cannot be set aside.” He gave her one of his evil grins. “That also means you cannot set us aside. You are stuck.”

Michaela felt a rush of love so pure for the three of them that her heart might have floated right out of her body. Her being sang with joy.

Nothing and no one can tear us apart. This is my happily-ever-after, just like in the story books.

Korkla sighed, not sounding nearly as glad as Michaela felt. “All right, my Matara. Your punishment begins now.”

In her relief over not being de-clanned, Michaela had managed to forget the chastisement she still faced. She was reminded of it quickly when Raxstad activated the dildo and clit pad.

Once more, her body roused to the vibrations and friction against her most sensitive female parts. It transmitted straight to her cock, which swelled until the cage gripping it grew uncomfortable. Her groans of mingled desire and torment soon filled the room. She writhed in her bonds, trying to simultaneously make the dildo fuck her faster so she might come and to dislodge the male chastity device. She wasn’t trying to disobey her clan. Michaela couldn’t help but struggle against merged pleasure and discomfort.

She quickly discovered the full realization of the horrid fix she was in. The stimulation of pussy and clit wouldn’t be denied no matter how constricting the cock cage became. Excitement pulsed through her sexes even as her maleness ached. Michaela wanted more friction so she could come. She wanted the friction to stop so her prick could be granted relief.

From far away, she heard Govi’s voice. “I’ve always hated having my libido used against me like this. Imagine how much worse it must be for someone her age with the more intense hormonal influence.”

“Which is why we agreed this would be a potent punishment,” Raxstad said. “She’s not likely to forget it.”

Michaela didn’t try to make sense of what they said. She couldn’t think straight with the agony of arousal filling her belly to bursting. The clit stimulator tickled gossamer threads of passion through that tiny nub. She thought she could feel her pussy lips trembling. Despite the weighted ache of her dick and the slowness of the fake cock plumbing her cunt, Michaela thought she might achieve orgasm after all. She strained against the straps holding her down, reaching for fulfillment. It was just there, drifting down, almost within her grasp...

The dildo went still. The clit stimulator also ceased to hum. The moment passed, leaving her hurting with frustration.

She shrieked a curse and thumped her head backwards against the chair’s headrest.

“Easy, my love,” Korkla soothed, cupping her skull to make her stop. “Take a deep breath. That’s my girl.”

Michaela looked into the Dramok’s blue-purple eyes, trying to absorb his strength. The idea she might call on them to stop flitted through her mind. She firmly dismissed the urge. She had messed up and made Korkla think she didn’t trust him. She would not give in to her body’s urges.

That he and the others remained at her side while she gave herself over to discipline helped her recover her courage. They didn’t have to stay with her while she endured penance. They could have easily walked out of the room, leaving her to suffer alone. Instead, they surrounded her. Korkla held her face framed in his palms. Govi held her hands. Raxstad rubbed her shins.

Her clan was there for her. They were watching over her, keeping her safe.

The dildo and clit pad came to life again. Once more, Michaela plunged into unhappy arousal. She did her best to concentrate on the loving touches of the men and not the awful desire flooding her guts.

The torment heightened with every passing second. One moment, Michaela ached to climax. The next, excitement gave way to near-pain as her cock strained against the tight, heavy rings surrounding it. And yet lust continued to build until she neared climax once more. And again, just as she thought she might find desperate release, everything shut down, leaving her quaking and desperate.

Within ten minutes, Michaela wept freely with the need to orgasm and to be released from the cock cage. After fifteen, the agony was excruciating. Everything below the waist throbbed. Just as she neared climax from her female parts, the clit stimulator and dildo would stop. She had no escape, no way to make the torment end. All she could do was endure and try to keep her mind on her men. In the moments when she could think straight she felt sheltered by their love. Michaela appreciated how they did not abandon her to her punishment. They were constantly there, murmuring encouragement and praise as she endured.

The hour crawled by. During the last quarter of it, Michaela was exhausted, unable to struggle any longer. She lay there, suffering horrendously as the mechanical prick fucked her, as the stimulation shivered against her clit, as her cock pressed desperately against its prison, as desire climbed to realization only to be denied at the last moment. It went on and on, with no relief in sight. Her only saving grace was seeing the men surrounding her, their expressions telling her they suffered right along with her. Knowing her torment was theirs too made the punishment even worse, however.

At last Raxstad said, “Time is up for this part of the discipline.” He shut off the dildo.

The other two men exhaled in relief. Michaela did not join them. Her body still raged for release, and she knew it was not forthcoming. She felt horribly empty when the mechanical cock left her body.

Raxstad began to clean it as Korkla and Govi removed the straps. Michaela lay limp on the chair, knowing there was so much more of the night to go before she could hope to be done with her penance. She did not complain, however.