Pleasure After Punishment
In the science fiction and BDSM erotica short story Punishing His War Bride by Sue Lyndon, our heroine has to her own surprise settled into a happy marriage with her stern and demanding alien husband, notwithstanding that she was basically awarded to him as tribute after Earth lost an interstellar war. When she breaks one his important rules, he spanks her harshly (of course). But then after that, it’s time for the punishment anal that she likes even more than he does:
“Promise you’ll never lie to me or my guards again, little one. Promise me.”
“I promise.”
The scent of her feminine essence grew strong he struggled to apply the final lashes, so great was his need to be balls-deep in her slick pussy. Or her ass. Fluxx, he still hadn’t decided which hole he would claim. A growl left him. Maybe he’d take both.
“Shh, it’s over, little one.” He tossed the strap aside and proceeded to massage her welted bottom cheeks as she wiped at her tears. “You took your punishment well, and I’m pleased with your obedience.” He trailed a digit through her slit, a light teasing caress. “Would you like to come?”
She mewled and bucked her hips. “Yes, please. Please.”
After stripping off his clothing, he spread her wide and mounted her, pushing his cock into her swollen center. “Then be a good girl and come as I ride you. In fact, you may come as many times as you wish while my scrotum smacks against your pretty little clit.”
Fiona cried out during yet another orgasm. She’d lost track of how many times she’d climaxed as Merokk ruthlessly pounded her. Each deep plunge into her center filled her with a mix of pleasure and pain. God, she would probably be too sore to walk when he was finished with her.
She breathed a sigh of relief when he tensed and growled and finally released torrents of his essence inside her. But to her shock, after he withdrew his thick appendage from her pussy, he reached for the lubrication that was kept in a nightstand drawer. Her heart skipped a beat, and a shiver seized her. The lube was used solely on her asshole.
“Merokk, please.” She peered over her shoulder and watched as he splayed her punished cheeks apart with one hand.
With a dark smirk, he trickled the lubrication down her crevice and massaged it into her pucker. He met her eyes as he rubbed a generous amount of lube onto his hugely erect cock. “Your ass is mine, little female, and I intend to ride you hard.” Tossing the bottle of lube aside, he positioned his shaft at her snug entrance.
“Please, Merokk. Please have mercy.” Though she trusted him not to take her past the brink of endurance, in her nervousness, she couldn’t help but beg for leniency.
An alien snarl resounded throughout the room as he pressed his cock to her pucker and stretched her uncomfortably wide. “I like it when you beg, little one. I like watching you struggle to take my cock in your ass.”
Though he’d promised to ride her hard, he pressed forward with slow pushes, gentle nudges as he worked his way inside. He groaned and grasped her hips, digging his fingers into her flesh.
Her mind whirled and heated pleasure swept through her. The fullness was overwhelming, but she managed to accept every inch of his sizable length. He remained submerged in her for a few seconds, then he withdrew nearly the entire way and slammed back inside. She gasped for air as his balls struck her clit, and she pressed back against him, desperate for another release.
True to his word, he rode her hard and fast, claiming her ass with fervent thrusts as he growled deep in his throat.
She moaned through a thunderous climax, and she sobbed with relief when he spurted into her ass a second later. She sniffled and wiped at her face, and she mewled as he withdrew his spent cock from her ass. Her face flushed when he kept her bottom spread wide for a few moments longer than necessary, and she felt the trickle of his seed leaking from her pucker.
“Beautiful,” he murmured, and she flushed again.
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Kind of a contrast to the Sable Sword chap who likes bondage and captor/captive stories but not pain or dubious consent http://sableswo....com/
Once you’ve read enough kinky erotica it’s almost impossible — at least with my half-autistic brain — to stop seeing patterns around how authors approach touchy subjects like pain and consent. Women who are writing for women very often write the most morally horrifying scenarios, ones few men would consider or dare to set forth in public prose. I sometimes wonder whether women’s lived experience with chronic unsafety makes them more tolerant/accepting/desirous of shady shit in their erotica. And there are many male authors whose approach to the same topics is so kid-gloves gentle, it’s impossible not to see them as going overboard in a (misguided?) attempt to (virtue?) signal their status as safe men. Of course all generalizing observations of this sort are complicated by the possibility of gender-bent pseudonymous author names.
I should also add that science fiction erotica in particular is a rich subgenre if you enjoy exploring the many nuanced shades of dubcon (dubious consent) in your kinky fiction. Treatment of consent as always varies wildly from author to author and story to story, but the “alien conqueror is not held to the same consent standards as a human man would be, even by the heroines of the pieces, because alien values, genitals, and sexual drives are not remotely human” is sort of the foundational underpinning trope of the subgenre. Especially when presented in the “he’s a cruel alien but in the end he can be tamed to loving tenderness by her magic earth-girl pussy” format.
OTOH there is John “Oh John Ringo No” Ringo.
I don’t know about men and women in general, but Sablesword is clear and articulate about what makes his specific libido go “hello!”
I think to understand erotica by women for women, it’s also necessary to consider the historical context, i.e. a lot of us cut our teeth on bodice-ripper novels. Definitely pre-internet there was a lot more gatekeeping by the publishing industry around which sex narratives were acceptable, and whether or not it was market driven, those dubcon through rape fantasy stories were An Entire Era. It was basically that or no descriptive sex.
Many of the women I know who talk about reading erotica (representative? who can say) also distinguish sharply between what is a hot fantasy and what is a desirable irl scenario. I’m not sure how to articulate that there is a specific suspension of disbelief by straight women that I don’t hear as much from everyone else. (Maybe that’s just because straight women are by definition not talking to me about erotica to flirt?)
Anyway, here are a couple published works that are written more like how a real person might healthily explore consensual nonconsent and abduction fantasies:
Hunted by Adrian Anders
Captivated by Tessa Bailey
PS I appreciate tf out of men in the kink community who, like Sable Sword, are willing to say they actually *don’t* even want everything harder/scarier/etc. Totally a non-toxic masculinity thing. 5 stars.
Vagans, I am seven kinds of LOL at your “John “Oh John Ringo No” Ringo”.
Having read a number of John Ringo’s novels – Baen Books, his publisher, gets the BEST cover artists! – I can definitely agree that some of his books definitely fall into that category. He’s not really apologetic about them, AFAIK, just notes that they were something he had to write and had fun writing some very socially non-acceptable stuff. Much of his other work is more “mainstream science fiction” type stuff, or at least so far as I’ve read to date.
I’ll admit I have a soft spot in my heart for the Troy Rising series, a tale of alien invasion and Earthling resistance that features big engineering financed by, of all things, the unexpected value of maple syrup on the galactic market.
Falbert: “Oh John Ringo No” is a Livejournal post I can’t link to without getting my comment trapped in the spam folder. https://hradzka.livejournal.com/194753.html
Bacchus: bloody hell, I might have to read one of that series. Not touching Marion Zimmer Bradley’s or Piers Anthony’s books just to have more examples of squicky sexuality in mainstream fiction though.
Links do cause a delay, because all comments with links get flung into moderation, but I usually free up the real ones within a day or two.
I will admit to only one thing with respect to those books: if you have seen me use the phrase “yacht bunny” on this blog, Ringo is responsible, because that’s where I first encountered it.
Vagans: I hadn’t read the LiveJournal post, but apparently I read the second edition or later of Ghost, because it’s referenced in his introduction to the book, with perhaps a snippet of the post. Thank you for the link!
It’s been a few years since I read the book, so I’m not completely sure how much was included in the intro. But I do remember “Oh John Ringo No” being repeated a couple of times.