On a Walk of Shame

It’s a long march through a neon night of twisted plants. Everything about the walk is designed to humiliate you and drive home the point that you are a prisoner. Each step wiggles the makeshift dildos they rammed inside of you. Behind you, one of the aliens follows with a switch delivering a steady stream of teasing blows, promising more erotic punishments later. The rope harness not only restrains you but is a badge of submission to the dominant victors. The constant ache in your shoulders, the pressure from the rope collar against your neck; it all forces you into a position of subservience that makes your lips moist. Every tug on the leash holding you is a reminder that you belong to them. With no protection from Hellno's atmosphere, the very air makes you wish your tormentor would strike you a little harder and the roots were a little bigger. Whenever the convoy stops you find yourself shifting your thighs, trying to rub your sweet spot against the crotch rope. It is a long, arduous walk that makes you respect the hunters. They treat their prisoners the same way you do.

Bellextra gets a harder time than you, probably because of her rock hard cock. Hogtied and hanging between two strapping hunters, her swaying breasts and swollen cock makes too tempting of a target for the aliens. They take turns slapping them back and forth. The damn pain slut is clearly getting off on the whole thing. Twice in the first hour of the march she punctuates the torment with a stream of sperm. This only encourages the aliens; throughout the journey, she has a minimum of three hunters tormenting her, teasing her to climax. They get very good at it.

After you don't know how long, there is finally a much needed rest. It’s not that you’re tired; you’re horny. Super horny. Bellextra has gotten multiple orgasms out of this trip and all you’ve gotten is sexual teasing. It doesn’t help that as the journey went on, they steadily increased their ministrations to you voluptuous curves. It started out with the occasional whip to motivate you, but then they started doing it just to see your ass jiggle. Then warm hands, so pleasing in contrast to the cool, moist air, started to caress your bound body. Your swollen breasts were next, pinched and teased until you cried out in both pain and pleasure. By the time the convoy finally stops, they had moved on to your groin, and were actively wiggling the vegetable phallus and teasing your clit. You like to think the whole reason the convoy stopped was so that they could finally give you the fucking you crave.

Regardless of their reasons for stopping, it doesn’t keep you and Bellextra from being the middle of another fuck train. Some of the aliens confer while you two are repositioned. They leave Bellextra suspended, hanging the stick carrying her between two branches and adjusting the ropes holding her so that she hangs level with the alien’s waste. All obstacles to her holes are removed and replaced by alien genitals.

You’re treatment is no less gentle. They roughly fondle you before taking out your gag. “Hnnnnhhh! Please! Please, I need it, I’ll do whatever you want, just fuck me-oof!” Without regard for your comfort you are bent over a log, leaving your ass in the air. A sigh of relief and pleasure escapes you as they slowly pull out the makeshift plugs filling you. So focused on savoring the uncharacteristically gentle movement, you are caught off guard when the first cock slams into your pussy. The cry of joy is replaced by a muffled **** as they face fuck you.

And so it goes. Sure, this round lacks the sublime sense of defeated submission that the last round did, but after the continuous build up, it is far more relieving. It’s as though the tension bursts out of you all at once, just like how you squirt during your first orgasm. And your second.

In spite of yourself, you feel very disappointed when not everyone takes a turn with you. There is a horn call in the distance and the majority of the group along with the squid-rex leave in a hurry. Off to catch some other poor sentient no doubt. Well, good luck to them.

After the remainder finish with you and Bellextra, they make ready to leave, but not before one of the woman has a last bit of fun with you two. Pulling you by the hair, she drags you over to Bellextra and makes you kneel in a muddy puddle of cum under her. The woman speaks to you with words that you don’t understand but a tone you know all too well. It’s the tone you use after you’ve captured a bounty; when they are locked in the dungeon and on their way to meet their fate. It’s the tone you spoke to Melodia with weeks ago, when you first made her your own. The words are different but she is saying the same thing.

Bellextra’s cock hangs before you and the Iah Kuruh looks at you with hungry eyes. Without waiting for the inevitable **** that would follow disobedience, you gulp down her cock, all the way to the hilt. The savage beating the back of your throat has received all day has destroyed your gag reflex and taking Bellextra’s full mass is no challenge for you.

As you work your way up and down her cock, you can hear Bellextra giving thanks. You are about to gurgle a “you’re welcome” around her cock before she calls some one mistress. Looking up, you understand. Bellextra is lapping at the crotch of the woman who brought you here and is thanking her for the pleasure you are providing. You can’t bring yourself to be too angry. After all, you don’t thank a dildo for a good orgasm, and you doubt these aliens see you two as anything more than sex toys.

When Bellextra finally leaves her cum dripping down your chin the journey continues. Rain water slides down your smooth skin, dripping from your erect nipples and pouty lips. The the moisture makes the ropes swell and you moan as they constrict you all the tighter in their sadistic embrace. Eventually the glowing spunk is washed away and it’s not as cold as you would have thought. The jungle humidity makes you feel like you are in a shower. A prison shower in which you are handcuffed and just dropped the soap, but on the bright side, you're no longer decorated with glowing splotches. Each slap from an alien sends a spray of water into the air as more rain falls.

Finally, after too many miles of marching and two more primal gang bangs, your group arrives at their apparent destination. Standing stones the size of a hover car with runes carved into them circle a village of stilted huts. At least a hundred of the aliens walk under the raised structures carrying out the tasks of life; skinning game, cooking, weaving, repairing tools. Large tarps stretch between buildings to create dry spaces for the natives to work. As you and Bellextra are paraded through the village, they pause their work and cheer at the hunters latest acquisition.

They bring you to a wide open space in the center of the village which is apparently important enough to warrant its own set of standing stones. In the center of the clearing is a stone altar with a surface that looks like it’s been worn smooth. The sides of the blocky construct is finely carved with scenes of debauchery, usually involving some poor alien being ravaged. You also notice a few stakes with ropes in the ground on each corner of the altar.

The aliens argue for a bit before they decide what to do with you. The leader of the hunting group and an alien wearing a large headdress with tentacles woven into a weird braid are having a spirited discussion. The hunt leader gestures wildly towards the village, but headdress simply points at the altar. That headdress must be good for something because you are reluctantly released long enough for blood flow to return. You wince in masochistic pleasure as a stinging sensation stabs through deprived arteries.

It doesn’t last long. They give you some hot soup which you slurp down under heavy guard before you and Bellextra are once again manhandled into restraints. You’re captors drag you over to the standing stones. Ropes are provided and you are pulled spread eagle against the stone. You moan as they stretch the ropes tight, giving you just enough room to sway back and forth seductively. Bellextra is bound in the same manner next to you. Heavy breaths make her gorgeous chest heave up and down. Headdress then commands the others away and leaves the two of you alone.

All you can do is hang in your bonds. Everything is sore, your pussy and ass are raw, and worst of all, you want more. You stare at the altar. Its carvings depict the aliens taking what they want and you desperately hope they will reenact those scenes with you as the damsel in distress. When you close your eyes all you see is an array of glowing genitalia that needs to be satisfied. If you had the energy, you would cry out for the aliens and beg them to **** you. “We got to get out here right?” The words are a surprise to you. You don’t recall your brain telling your mouth to move. What’s more, you’re not sure if that’s a rhetorical question or not.

Bellextra clearly doesn’t think it is and takes her time to consider. Or maybe she’s as tired as you. “I mean, we probably should. I don’t think we would regret it per se if we were prisoners here forever, but… We should probably try and escape.”

You nod with closed eyes. In your mind an alien is holding you down over that altar. He's just recaptured you after a failed escape, and cruel punishments await you. “Yeah. Yeah, it's the principal of the thing right?" There is a hint of bravado there, just a hint.

"Exactly. What kind of captives would we be if we didn't try to escape?"

"Yeah. Bunch of badasses like us have reputations to keep. Tomorrow right?”

“Oh yeah. Tomorrow.”

With that you let your self pass out. Your dreams are filled with the sweet bliss of the imprisoned submissive.