4. Lily
Sorry, Rod, but the first cut ain't the deepest.
The belt's lash came hard but not enough to slice the flesh. I hardly even felt the second bite or the third, as it was covered by the pain of the first.
I raised my arms above my head to stop the worst of the pain but the reprieve was short-lived as it exposed my ribs and legs. It was only as Druin brought the belt down across my thighs that I thought the strike was hard enough to inflict serious injury.
I didn't have time to check as the next blow was already on its way. Suddenly, my experiences learned from a tumultuous youth buzzed at the forefront of my mind and I blocked what blows I could with my knees and elbows.
The jjizzik let out a roar as he pressed himself against me, his cock throbbing and hard, and brought the belt down on either side of my back.
The pain flared like fire and the sheer fabric did nothing to defend against the blows.
This was what I'd been afraid of. This was what I had tried to avoid by researching the history of the various alien inmate species.
"Spread your legs!" Druin squealed joyfully. "Open them wide!"
"Fuck you!" I wanted to shout but I knew better than to anger an alien inmate.
I might feel good at offering some resistance in the short term but it would only invite more pain in the long run. Tears streamed down my face, more from the shock of returning to the past than the pain — that would come later.
And slowly, very slowly, I opened my legs, preparing to snap them shut at a moment's notice in case he tried to whip me downthere. There was only so much pain and humiliation a person could be expected to tolerate, and that's where I drew the line.
But he didn't whip my pussy.
Instead, he just stared at it, slobber issuing from the corners of his mouth that dropped to the bed's dirty blanket. He angled himself toward me, his cock leveraging, leaning downward.
I turned my head to the side, preparing for the unwelcome pain of a trespasser…
When a knock came at the door.
Druin grunted under his breath and turned his big head to one side to bellow over his shoulder. "Later! I'm busy!"
He turned back to me and this time I caught his tiny black piggy-like eyes glaring down at me. He seemed to like what he saw as he licked his thick lips with his stunted tongue.
The knock came again.
This time, Druin whirled around and marched toward the door. He threw it open so hard that it bounced off the wall and hit him on the shoulder, making him even angrier.
"What do you want?" he snapped.
Standing on the other side of the door was another alien. He held a package in his arms and looked past Druin at me on the bed. He was a species I had never seen before, with a large muscular frame, intense blue skin as if he'd been dipped in a tin of paint, and green flecks around his eyes that dappled his cheeks and neck.
A whole lot better to look at than the jjizzik.
His look was intense and angry, his eyes lowering to the welts already beginning to appear like a magic trick across my arms and legs.
I felt self-conscious and tugged the blanket up to cover myself.
Then the delivery alien's eyes drifted down to the belt in Druin's hand and his cock, barely visible beneath his flabby belly.
"What?" Druin said, following the delivery alien's sight line to me. "Fancy a piece, do you?" He threw back his head. "Trust me, you couldn't handle her." He snatched the package from the alien's hands. "Now get out of here, delivery boy, before I give you some of the same treatment."
He slammed the door in the other alien's face. Then the jjizzik tore the box open and extracted a bag of some kind of red plants — what looked to me like tree roots.
He tore one of the bags open and guzzled it down as fast as he could. He shut his eyes and, after a moment, the muscles in his arms became bigger, larger, and his fat gut tightened, turning him into a single mass of solid muscle.
He turned to me and I gasped as his cock had become twice its former size.
Druin chuckled at my reaction. "Now the party can really get started," he said.
A scream formed on my lips as Druin raised his arm to deliver blows from his belt once more.