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Korda and Jera screamed and cried, but their husbands seemed entirely deaf to their pleas and promises, and gave each one twenty cunt-spanks.

Finally, Ot announced, “Let the punishment-fuck begin.”

“What?” Jalinda whispered, now with Kar’s right arm around her shoulders while his left hand played gently between her thighs, after Hed had quickly brought her to a shuddering climax with his huge hands both behind and before her, murmuring in his deep voice, “Learn from them, girl.”

But Kar didn’t answer, apparently too intent on watching what happened on the platform. Jera and Korda were untied, and the crosses were closed up and covered with padding, so that one of the six men who had now removed their breeches could lie upon each one, on his back, with his massive cock upstanding.

“Oh, no,” Jalinda whispered, as she watched Jera lowered onto one cock and Korda onto the other, their breasts still bound in their rope harnesses, face to face with the men who impaled their quims. “Please.”

But Ot had taken his place behind Jera and Ter had taken his behind Korda, and they were oiling their cocks the way she had seen Hed do at the general’s banquet. The wives cried out as their husbands entered their well-disciplined bottoms and began immediately to fuck them hard, holding onto the breast harnesses for extra traction. The fifth and sixth men took positions in front of the women, then, and filled their mouths, too.

Now in the audience Jalinda could see girls being made to kneel on the grass and present their own bottoms, as their husbands lowered their own breeches. The rule of silence seemed to have been relaxed, so that men gave girls commands openly, like, “Spread your bottom-cheeks, Derna. I’m going to have a ride there” and, “Move your cunt back and forth on the shaft, Beda, like a good girl.”

At all the shameful sights Jalinda couldn’t help herself, and came again over Kar’s fingers, shaking in his arms like a leaf.

“Let’s take our girl home,” Pag said.

* * *

Three days later, after Jalinda had had time to recover, and to receive several hours’ instruction in the ways of the Trestrimar from a kind middle-aged aunt of her bridegrooms, they married her on the same platform where Jera and Korda had received their terrible discipline.

The tribe was overjoyed to welcome Pag, Hed, and Kar home, and just as happy to receive Jalinda into their midst. There seemed no talk at all of what it might mean in the broader, galactic scheme of things, and Jalinda wondered whether anyone of the Trestrimar even knew from where she had arrived, or that a place called Sherdon existed.
Or once existed
, she thought with a lump in her throat.

All Pag would say about it was that Mara would always be safe for the barbarians of the ten tribes, and she could see how that would be true… unless the empire decided it had a vested interest in destroying the place utterly. Kar added that the empire would never resort to galactic bombardment, because they needed their barbarian mercenaries too much. Hed, of course, said nothing.

While she waited for her wedding she stayed with the widowed aunt, who functioned as the matriarch of Pag and his brothers’ family, though of course the only ruler of the family was Pag’s uncle Gef—Aunt Yora’s brother. It was very strange being naked all the time with the naked Yora, at first, but Jalinda found she became increasingly used to it.

“Believe me,” Yora said at one point, “soon, when your husbands put clothes on you—like a breast harness or your training belt, or even the sort of cunt jewelry men like to buy sometimes from the traveling peddlers—you will find it much more shameful than you ever find being naked.”

Jalinda blushed and said nothing, because though she had never heard of
cunt jewelry
she somehow knew exactly how shameful it would be to have to wear it because one—or all—of her husbands had told her she must, because he wanted her to wear it while he fucked her.

After a moment of getting up her courage, though, she had said to Yora, “Could you explain about… about the
need
for… you know?”

Yora frowned for a moment, and then light seemed to dawn in her mind, and she laughed, though not in a mocking way. “We don’t pay much attention to the way other people do things, around the galaxy,” she said, “so I’d forgotten that you civilized off-worlders have… what do you call it? The thing that makes you blush?”

“Modesty?” Jalinda said, very surprised at the turn the conversation had taken. “But didn’t you just say that when your husband put that… stuff on you—made you wear it—you felt shame?”

Yora nodded. “Of course we have shame,” she said. “Otherwise the men of the Trestrimar couldn’t keep their wives in line and craving their cocks as they should.”

It was Jalinda’s turn to frown, as something below her tummy seemed to awake with a little flash of heat as she couldn’t help picturing Hed’s enormous cock as he spurted his seed onto her breasts, at the betrothal. “I don’t understand. I mean,” she said, lowering her voice to a whisper, “isn’t it shame
less
to crave… that?”

Yora chuckled. “I can see why Pag thinks you so bewitching. Modesty definitely has something arousing about it! But let me put it this way, my dear. Shame is what makes you spread your backside open for your husband’s cock when he tells you to, because you don’t want to get what Jera and Korda got the day you arrived.”

Jalinda thought she saw what the older woman meant. “So if Pag told me I had to wear something down there…”

“You would be ashamed, just as you are ashamed that you must wear your training belt. Because everyone can see that your bottom isn’t ready to please your husbands’ cocks yet. That’s what the need for cock means, my dear. It means that you know that you can only be a good girl and a good wife if your husbands are in charge of your mouth, your cunt, and your bottom, and use them for their pleasure regularly. And a woman of the Trestrimar would be ashamed if the village thought she didn’t understand that, and that she didn’t come when her husband called her and take his hard cock wherever he wanted to put it.”

“But modesty…” Jalinda’s face had got very, very hot, and the flame in the secret place Yora spoke of with such nonchalance blazed up even hotter. “Modesty isn’t about other people. It’s about me? And what I think I should say? Like…
cock
… and… and…
cunt
? And whether I should cover my private parts, or have my bare bottom spanked in front of other people.”

“I think that’s it,” Yora said approvingly, “though powers know I don’t know very much about it! Alright, let’s talk about cooking for three men of the Trestrimar.”

Chapter Twelve

They stood on the platform, facing the council of three. Jalinda wore a blue veil of a weave so loose as to be nearly transparent, covering her from head to toe. A woman of the Trestrimar’s wedding day was the only time in her life she was permitted to cover herself entirely. The law prescribed, however, that her bridegroom or bridegrooms, as well as the elders, be able to make out her eyes through the veil, along with her mouth, her nipples, and the furrow of her cunt. The law also proclaimed that
The curve of her rump must be plainly shown, in order that her bridegroom may easily bestow his firm hand upon her, in the place where she must know his authority.

“Pag, Hed, and Kar of the Trestrimar,” announced the first elder to the wedding guests—half the village, really—“bring Jalinda of Sherdon here to the green to take her as their bride according to the rites of brotherhood in one cunt. They have declared their intention to cherish Jalinda all her days, and to pleasure her as she merits when they use her body for their own pleasure. They have promised to give her the discipline she needs with their strong hands, and to fulfill her need for fucking with their hard cocks. Now she will promise to obey them in all things, and to please them with those parts of her body appointed by the powers to give pleasure to a man’s cock, and to not to deny them when they command her to furnish them for their pleasurable use.”

Pag looked at Jalinda, who had her eyes downcast, just as he knew Yora had taught her. Pag stood behind his bride, and to her right, the elder’s place on the rightmost hand with respect to his brothers. Through the blue synth-silk he felt sure he could see that her face had gone very red. Yora must have told her how frank the terms of the wedding rite would be, but Pag felt sure Jalinda, with her civilized modesty, could never have guessed how frank.

“Trestrin the Founder told his people in the Great Telling, at the birth of the Trestrimar, that the inner vision instructed him of the ways of the Powers above and of their will for men and women. He told us that the Powers made woman with a fair form to excite our cocks, and a little body to excite our care and tenderness. The Powers made her to have places in her little body for a man to put his cock, exercising his vigorous will upon her in his fucking while she cries out, for the Powers made her body small in order that though she crave fucking the cock of a man should also be an ordeal unto her when a man wishes it so, that he may show her his authority. They made her mouth, her cunt, and her rump’s secret blossom for the fucking first, and for her own use second. They made her rump round, so that a man might punish her in order to keep her obedient and respectful in her deeds and in her speech.”

Pag saw Jalinda’s jaw work at that, as though she had begun to chew on the inside of her cheek.

“Trestrin the Founder decreed that woman shall serve man, and that man shall keep his woman naked so that he may please himself in her body’s depths whenever he calls her unto himself and instructs her to prepare herself for fucking. He decreed that a man shall train his wife to please him, and in particular shall ease the secret blossom of her rump so that he may have the more pleasure in using that rump, which shall be the great act of pleasure.”

Like all brides of the Trestrimar, Jalinda wore her training belt for her wedding. Pag glanced down with a leap of his cock to see the wonderful way the leather, the chains, and the rubber base of the plug, now of the middle size, claimed his pretty bride’s bottom. When Pag at last removed it, that night, Jalinda’s little ring would be ready at last first for gentle fucking, then for a good hard ride.

“Jalinda of Sherdon,” the second elder said, “have you come here of your own free will?”

Yora had told Pag that this question had occupied a very great deal of their instructional time together. Jalinda, Yora said, had insisted over and over that it made no sense to her that she should be asked whether her will was free. She had been captured from a world that no longer existed, then rescued against her own wishes.
Now
did they think to ask her whether she had come to Mara of her
own free will
?

Yora told Pag that she thought Jalinda had a point, but that finally
that proud redhead of yours
(as Yora called her, making Pag smile every time) had also seen Yora’s side of the argument. Jalinda might not have come to Vion 4 by her choice, but when she had consented—even though it was under the switch, with the shameful cloth of silence in her mouth—to go with him and his brothers, she had started a new chain of events. Yora had questioned Jalinda closely about her feelings with regard to the betrothal; the older woman had triumphantly told Pag that his bride had run away that night on Zulin because she feared her own consent to the very different life to which Pag and his brothers invited her, so strange from the perspective of everything she had known growing up on Sherdon in a civilized society where modesty held sway in the dealings of men and women.

Still with her eyes downcast, Jalinda whispered, “Yes.”

The second elder continued. “I ask you now whether you consent to the holding of dominion over your body by Pag, Hed, and Kar of the Trestrimar. Will you honor and obey them?”

“I will.”

“Will you kneel reverently before them, to provide your mouth to their cocks, as a rightful place to fuck?”

Jalinda drew a sharp breath, and Pag saw that she had begun to tremble. Her “I will” came out with a quavery sound.

Now the third elder spoke. “Will you spread your thighs or raise your rump, to provide your cunt to their cocks, as a fruitful place to fuck?”

The first elder’s turn came round again. “Will you with your own hands spread the punished cheeks of your rump, to provide your secret blossom to their cocks, as a sacred place to fuck?”

Jalinda’s trembling grew extreme, but she said in an even softer voice, “I will.”

“Pag, Hed, and Kar of the Trestrimar, will you cherish Jalinda of Sherdon?” The second elder spoke now.

“We will,” the brothers said in so boisterous a voice that their guests laughed and even the solemn, aged elders cracked smiles.

“Will you fuck her hard?” said the third elder.

“We will.”

Now the first elder asked them their individual questions. “Pag, eldest, will you share Jalinda’s body hospitably, when your cunt-brothers, and other men, too, have need of pleasure? Will you send her in to them, that they may fuck her as they please? Will you instruct her without hesitation that she must obey the men with whom you share her body as if they were her own eldest husband?”

Pag thought he saw Jalinda almost turn her head to look at him. He knew the thought scared her, but he also knew, from Yora, that it excited her too—and of course to be married to three cunt-brothers would mean knowing very early on what it meant to please a man to whose bedchamber her eldest husband had sent her.

“I will,” Pag said loudly. He placed his hand on Jalinda’s bottom, then, possessively, right where the trainer emerged. The feeling of her pert little cheeks through the synth-silk seemed so heady to him that his cock came to full attention in an instant.
Not long now
.

“Hed, second, will you give Jalinda the discipline she needs, not neglecting out of pity to whip her soundly upon her bare rump, to paddle her thoroughly upon her cunt, and to fill her secret blossom forcefully, when she misbehaves? Will you ensure with rod and whip, with paddle and rump-plug, with cock and hand, that she does credit to her home and to the Trestrimar? Will you undertake even to present her for public punishment when she errs grievously?”