Page 13 of Warped

CHAPTER 12: BINX

I awake to the sound of a crackling fire. It’s a cozy, comfortable sound that makes me want to snuggle down deep beneath the covers and go right back to sleep. I’m about to do exactly that, but right as I’m on the verge of zonking out, a thought streaks across my mind like a shooting star.

Fire?

Oh shit, my bedroom is on fire!

A surge of adrenaline snaps me upright on the bed, eyes wide, nerves humming. At first, my brain can’t even process what is going on. Then, gradually, it all comes back to me.

This isn’t my bedroom. It belongs to the warpers, Traven and Rek. This is their ship, and I’m their guest, their companion, their… how did Traven put it?

Their shared sex toy.

As for the fire, it isn’t real; it’s only part of the scenery. The big imagers around the sides of the bedroom have been set to display the interior of a medieval castle, complete with stone walls, intricate tapestries, and a massive fireplace that contains a roaring orange blaze. The effect is surreal.

I have a feeling Rek is the one who selected this particular backdrop. He probably thought it would be soothing for me. It didn’t occur to him that it might be distressing to wake up inside a castle when you’re not expecting it.

Still, I appreciate the gesture.

But where is Rek? And where is Traven, for that matter? A quick glance left and right reveals that I’m all alone on the big circular bed. Both of the warpers are gone, though traces of their presence linger. The sheets are a tangled mess after yesterday’s “activities,” and the expensive fabric is saturated with the odor of manly sweat, and lots and lots of sex.

My body carries traces of its own. My muscles are sore after hours of being passed back and forth between the two insatiable males, and my naked breasts are still sticky where the warpers marked me with their seed. When I lick my lips, I taste them all over again, salty and a little bit sweet. That flavor brings back a flood of shameful memories.

I turn and look at the chair by the wall.

It’s empty now, but yesterday it held Traven’s naked form, his bare chest and taut stomach slathered with his own cum. I remember what he said to me then…

What are you waiting for, woman? You’re the one who made this mess. Now get over here and clean it up.

And I did.

Oh God, I did.

A surge of heat overwhelms me as I remember everything that happened last night. How Rek and Traven took turns with me, using my body for their pleasure, claiming me in the most shameful ways imaginable.

I thought I knew what I was getting myself into when I devised this little plan, but there was one small detail I didn’t account for…

How much I would like it.

I don’t even know how many times the two males came inside me last night, but I do know this—for every orgasm they had, they gave me four or five orgasms of my own. Big, toe-curling climaxes that left me shivering and gasping for air. By the time the warpers had finally had their fill of me, I didn’t just fall asleep. I passed out from exhaustion.

Now, I feel rested… and dirty.

So very, very dirty.

I roll out of bed and head for the bathroom on wobbly legs. Once I’m inside, I head straight for the shower. I don’t even glance at the big mirror on the wall. I don’t want to see what a mess the warpers made of me.

I turn on the shower and step under the flow, letting the warm water soak my hair and course down my naked body. After a moment, clouds of steam envelop me, and I suddenly remember yesterday, when I first saw Traven standing beneath this same shower head, his naked body similarly shrouded in steam.

I remember the tapered muscles of his back, the hard mounds of his butt—and when he turned to face me, the big jutting pole of his erection.

Arousal tickles in my core.

How?

How could I possibly still be feeling horny after last night? In a matter of hours, I had more sex with the warpers than Stanley and I had during our entire months-long relationship. I should have had every ounce of desire bred out of me last night.

But we’re in the Warp now. The normal rules don’t apply.

I was warned about the Warp, but I guess I didn’t understand how intense the urges would be. It’s a raw animal hunger that supersedes all notions of decency or shame.

And I still have two more days of this to endure. Two more days until we reach Caldera. Two more days of being the warpers’ possession, their plaything to use and share however they see fit.

Ignoring the arousal that is steadily building within me, I snatch a loofa off the nearby rack, and I give it a few squirts from the liquid soap dispenser set into the shower wall. Then I scrunch it in my hands a few times, turning the soap into suds. Once I’ve got a good lather going, I work the loofa over my breasts, scrubbing away the sinful stains of the warpers made there.

As I’m doing that, Traven’s deep voice echoes in my brain.

What are you waiting for, woman? You’re the one who made this mess. Now get over here and clean it up.

I remember exactly how he looked when he said it, slouching in his chair like a king on his throne, his washboard abs streaked with cum, his cock still hard and throbbing with excitement.

And I remember how my own body throbbed in response.

I looked at Rek, who was still on top of me—still inside me. He just smirked and gave me a nod of encouragement.

“Go ahead,” he purred. “Clean him up, sweetheart. You know you want to.”

He was wrong, though. I didn’t want it.

I needed it.

I needed to taste Traven’s cum. I needed to feel it, thick and creamy on my tongue. I needed it inside me, the same way Rek’s cum was inside me, warm and abundant.

My body shivered as Rek slowly withdrew from between my legs, and I whimpered softly as I felt his semen spilling out of me, staining the sheets beneath my body. I probably should have been embarrassed by such a filthy sensation, but all I could think about was how badly I needed more.

More sex. More cum. More attention.

I had never behaved even remotely like this with a man, let alone two of them at the same time. But the Warp had sunk its claws into me. It was controlling my desire.

I finally understood what Traven had meant about not holding back.

My body seemed to move of its own volition as I climbed down from the bed and crawled across the floor on my hands and knees. My eyes were locked with Traven’s, but I could see his massive erection jumping and twitching in my peripheral vision. Apparently he liked the sight of me crawling toward him like that, all needy and submissive.

I liked it too.

I liked the idea of being his pet, his plaything. I wanted to serve his filthy whims. I wanted him to use me for his pleasure, the same way Rek had just used me on the bed.

Slowly, I climbed Traven’s body, letting my naked front slide against his. My breasts glided against the long, thick shaft of his cock and the hard ridges of his cum-stained abs. The air was thick with the pungent odor of his seed. It was a dirty smell, but it made my mouth water with desire.

As I came face to face with him, he seized me by my hair, holding me in place. His mouth was only inches from my own, and when he spoke, I could feel his breath on my lips.

“Are you ready to clean up the mess you made, woman?”

I felt a scorch of defiance inside my chest. This man was mean and cruel, and I knew I should be scared of him, but the fear only made me desire him more. It also made me want to provoke him a little, just to see what he would do.

“I didn’t make this mess,” I whispered. “You did.”

The fist in my hair clenched tighter.

“Don’t backtalk me, woman, or else I’ll spank your sexy little butt so hard you won’t be able to sit down for the rest of the trip. You’re the one who made this mess by being so damn beautiful and coming so well. Now it’s your job to clean it up like a good girl. Are you ready to do that?”

I bit my lip and nodded.

Only I didn’t feel like a good girl. Oh no. I felt like a bad girl, a dirty girl, a wild animal hungry for sex and thirsty for hot warper cum. I bowed my face to Traven’s chest and started to lick him clean.

It took a long time for me to get it all, partly because there was so much of it, and partly because I wanted to take my time and enjoy every drop. Rek had already given me a mouthful of seed on the bed, but I desperately needed more. It didn’t taste like ordinary human cum. There was a sweetness to it that reminded me of salted caramel, and I moaned with enjoyment as I slowly licked Traven clean.

I started with his broad chest and worked my way down to his abdomen. His cum had settled into the grooves between his muscles, and I traced those deep lines with the tip of my tongue, gathering every drop of his delicious essence. Then I moved lower, to those long, slanting lines that angled downward to the center of his groin. I’d heard people refer to those lines as “cum-gutters” before. At that moment, it was a particularly apt description.

After that, I went lower still, to the smooth, heavy sacs hanging down between his open thighs. I took each of his big balls inside my mouth, sucking and licking them at the same time until they were spotlessly clean. The smell of him was strongest down there between his legs. It was the smell of a man, dirty and dominant. It filled my senses, fanning the flames of my desire, and that was good, because there was still one more part of him that needed cleaning.

I had saved the best for last.

His cock was still hard, and it showed no signs of softening any time soon. The long, thick shaft was glazed with cum from the tip down to the base, and I licked it all, until every hard inch was glistening with my saliva. When I was finished, I looked Traven in the eye and ran the tip of my tongue around my lips to wipe away the last remaining flecks of his seed.

“Well done,” he said.

Those words of approval, coming from such a dangerous and demanding male, made my pussy flutter with arousal.

“Did you like that?” he asked.

“I want more.”

His mouth curled into a wicked sneer.

“If you want more, woman, you’re gonna have to earn it…”

So I did. I earned it all night long. I earned it with my lips, I earned it with my tongue, and most of all I earned it with my pussy. I was insatiable, but the warpers had no problem keeping up. It seemed as if they would never run out of cum for me.

And now, as I stand here in the shower, the memories of last night’s debauchery wash over my mind just as the warm water washes over my skin.

My nipples are stiff with arousal. My pussy throbs with need.

I unhook the detachable showerhead and place it down between my legs, letting the water pulse against my aching clit. It’s a poor substitute for what Rek and Traven did to me last night, but it serves its purpose well enough. Soon I am shaking and moaning with pleasure as my climax courses through me. A second orgasm follows close on the heels of the first. Then a third. And a fourth. I slowly slide down the shower wall until I’m sitting on the floor with my legs spread and the warm water blasting my needful center.

I come seven or eight more times before the shower head finally drops from my trembling hand.

Dear God. How am I going to survive two more days of this?

Suddenly, a voice booms throughout the bathroom, startling a gasp from my open mouth. It is Traven’s voice, deep and dark and dominant.

“When you’re done playing with yourself,” he says, “come downstairs. I’m making breakfast.”

I look at the door, but Traven isn’t there.

He was speaking to me over the intercom, the same way Rek did yesterday when I was in the closet. But how did he know I was…?

My eyes dart around the room. It only takes me a second to find what I’m looking for. A small camera nestled in the corner of the ceiling, its lens aimed directly at the shower.

Traven’s been watching me.

He’s been watching me this entire time.