Dina rocked back and forth on her seat, her bare buttocks aching from contact with the unyielding surface underneath her. Every time she reached the end of her movement, when her shoulders thumped against the back wall, her thighs would clamp together and grind up against the ruining opening of her pussy. The raw wounds and few remaining strips of flesh were agony but it didn’t stop her from rocking endlessly.

She sniffed and closed her eyes. Her eyelids were dry and aching from hours of sobbing but she couldn’t stop.

Nor could she stop forcing herself to suffer from the agony of her rape. She wrapped her arms underneath her knees and pulled them tight, winching at the pain.

It had been two days since Lumme had raped her. Harmmon had cut away most of the damaged flesh, removing away the thick folds that protected the entrance. Now, there was only a gaping hole where her pussy was.

She started to reach down to cup it and then stopped. She already knew it would hurt.

The morbid part of her wanted to remember what it felt like to have a meter-long cock rammed into her pussy, the quills digging into her chest, and the flesh being ripped away.

Gingerly, she cupped her pussy. The first touch was a sharp agony of pain but she pushed through it. Grinding her fingers down, she dug into the dried scabs to the raw skin underneath. Pain pulsed through her nerves as she explored the opening, running her fingers along the opening before delving two fingers into the opening.

There was still pleasure underneath her touch, half-forgotten in her torture and pain, but still there. She remembered how it felt to have Korin’s cock sliding into her, Melodi’s fingers and tongue, and even her old vibrator. She sobbed through the pain as she stroked herself looking for more pleasure, trying to find an orgasm before the agony overwhelmed her.

It refused to come.

She fingered herself faster, thumping her knuckles against raw, agonized flesh. Her insides grew wetter with every thrust but the smell of her excitement was tinged with the scent of fresh blood.

Dina couldn’t look down. Clamping her eyes shut, she pumped herself faster and harder, slamming her fist against her pussy and reopening her wounds. Adding a third finger brought additional pleasure, she couldn’t hurt her sex anymore. With a whimper, she bore down and pumped faster.

Her orgasm hovered right on the edge cresting.

She cried out, grinding her thighs together and pounding into her raw, bloody cunt. The pleasure rose in fits and starts but she couldn’t stop. A few tears squeezed out of her eyelids as she slammed into herself, driving with brutal hard strokes.

With a pop, she came.

Her entire body tightened around her fingers. Grinding her legs together,the pressure scraped against the ragged opening of her sex. The burst of agony added to the white-hot pleasure that wracked her frame, burning along the same nerves that were afire with her pleasure.

Legs shuddering, she slumped down. The smell of blood and sex filled the space around her. With a shaking arm, she pulled her hand from her pussy and lifted it up to inspect it. Her clear juices mingled with streaks of blood.

“Fuck,” she whispered to herself.

Hot liquid dribbled off her thighs to pool underneath her pussy.

With a sob, she leaned back against the wall. Her hand hovered over her pussy, dripping blood and juices on her shivering flesh. She curled her fingers and relaxed them, fighting the urge to torture herself by going back for pleasure.

“Mina.”

Dina looked up as Harmon came into her cell.

The large alien’s quills were down against her back. Her weight caused the the bench to shift minutely. The faint smell of dusty flowers washed over Dina.

With her thick, wedge-like fingers, Harmon reached over and took Dina’s bloody hand. The strength of the alien was obvious but she only held Dina’s wrist firmly as she pulled away. “No. No more, Dina.”

After days of torture and talking, the alien’s words were finally understandable without a struggle. She could still hear the humming but she had picked up enough from the videos and speaking to understand more.

Sniffing, Dina looked at her. “It hurts.”

"I know.” The quills shivered and settled down. "Your wounds will heal.”

Tears ran down Dina’s cheeks. “Will he do it again?”

She didn’t have to hear the answer, the quivering quills and the low hum was enough.

“W-Why?”

Harmon looked down.

“Why are they doing this? The rape? Torture?” Dina wasn’t sure she actually wanted a response. She wiped the tears from her face with her free hand; Harmon still hadn’t released her. She ducked her head herself. “It hurt so much.”

Her hand quivered as she tried to press it against her ruined pussy but Harmmon wouldn’t let her.

The alien’s shoulders tensed and she sighed. Her heavily muscular arms brushed against Dina’s, a few short quills dragging along the skin. She hummed something complex but Dina couldn’t understand any of it. After a moment. "Bored. We fuck, we fight.”

When the alien looked back, the heartbreaking look in her bright orange eyes caught Dina’s heart. "We captured the ship. To… to…,” she made a low growling noise. Then, she released Dina’s wrist to hold up her fingers. "Wait.”

Dina nodded.

As soon as Harmmon stood up, Dina slid her hand between her legs to press against the agonized, raw flesh. It hurt but it also felt comforting that she was in pain. She circled the opening with one finger before relaxing.

Harmmon came back holding a tablet. When she stepped into the cell, her eyes focused on Dina’s hand. "Stop.”

Dina didn’t dig her fingers in but she didn’t move her hand either. She leaned against the wall, her bare breasts and healing scar stretching in the cool air.

Humming deeply, Harmmon sat down next to Dina and held the large tablet between both of them. "Watch.”

She tapped on one of the symbols that Dina couldn’t figure out. It brought up a wall of symbols. The alien hovered as she mimed counting to the fourth row and then to the second column. She tapped it loudly, the entire tablet rocking against Dina’s knee.

It brought up another menu, but one with numbers.

"Poke,” said Harmmon before tapping the first one.

The screen flashed and a brightly colored cartoon appeared. It looked like a hedgehog with yellow eyes. It hummed in a high-pitched noise and then a symbol showed up along with a little plant.

It was a child’s education program.

"Dina watch. No touch. No sad.”

Dina looked up.

"Harmmon sorry. Dina learn. Dina talk with Harmmon.”

Harmmon reached down between Dina’s legs, her thick hand spreading the human’s legs.

An intense surge of heat filled Dina even as she cringed.

"Dina no hurt Dina.”