Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 68525 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68525 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
My cheeks flared with heat as I remembered what the baron must mean: the way Mistress Franla had taught me to expel the warm, soapy water she had filled my bottom with—the way of pushing that reminded me of an even more embarrassing act.
My master had hinted at this humiliation, yes… and my mistress had too. I felt I had known it: that my lord would take me this way—known it somewhere deep in the lower reaches of my mind, for what seemed like forever, despite it really having only been a few hours since I had even laid eyes on him.
I moaned helplessly as I felt his finger move there, relentlessly in and out, demanding my final submission, training me to give him forbidden pleasure. I felt suddenly as if the shameful, unnatural possession he intended had in fact waited in my mind for much longer, a terrible dark fantasy. From the moment I had first heard that some Kamnian girls were sent to the heart of the empire, to serve the masters who purchased them, I had somehow known that someday my master would fuck my bottom to teach me obedience and submission.
With a deep sob, I let my body remember the lesson Mistress Franla had taught with the little bulb and the warm water. I pushed, and I felt my tight little ring open further on his lordship’s probing finger.
“That’s it,” my master murmured. “What a good girl. What a sweet bottom.”
The idea that this degradation could only represent the final breaking of my spirit rose into my mind. As I felt the baron withdraw his finger, and then I felt him put something bigger against the tiny, wrinkly flower, I tensed, my emotions roiling, and I tightened, refusing entry to the iron-hard penis. I let out a little cry of alarm, half in fear for how it would hurt to have my master’s huge cock there, half in mental distress at the thought of yielding this most hidden, private part of my body.
“Shh, Wetquim,” his lordship said, his voice unexpectedly stern, as if the need embodied in his manhood’s rigidity would tolerate no delay. “Open this up now.”
He put his right hand on my thigh, just below my knee, which I had lowered a little as I tried to keep his hardness out of my bottom, and he bent it back again, holding me in place. The head of his cock, deceptively soft, pressed more firmly against the little hole. I let out a quiet sob at the sensation, at all the mixed-up thoughts and feelings it sent seething through my mind and body.
“Now, girl,” my master commanded, his arousal so clear in his tone that I shuddered at the sound of it.
The abrupt order frightened me, but it also spoke to me in a way that I knew the baron’s more tender words would never do. My submission answered his dominance: my spirit answered his. I knew at that moment that though it might not be so for any other spirited young woman, it was so for me: to yield my anus to my master’s cock represented not a shameful breaking but a triumph of my will and my understanding.
I needed to give him everything, even this. I sobbed again, and I pushed, my face going hot at the humiliation of it, and yet my pussy glowing with wanton, blazing need. To know that I had a man’s penis in my bottom, impaling me and filling me in that tiny, forbidden hole… that the penis belonged to the man who had paid a fortune for me and then escaped with me to the stars… that with this invasion he at last possessed me completely… it made my heart sing even as I cried out in passionate discomfort to have something that big and that hard there for the first time.
His lordship shifted his hands on my body as he began, slowly, to fuck my bottom. His left hand went to my thigh, in place of his right, securing me in place for his pleasure. His right hand, though…
I whimpered as I felt his fingertips on my pussy, finding more of my apparently boundless wetness.
“That’s it, Wetquim,” he breathed from what seemed lightyears above me. “Can you come with your master in your bottom?”
He thrust in deeper than he had yet as he spoke, stretching the narrow passage so far that I couldn’t keep back a little scream of agony. That pain transformed itself, though, in an instant, because my master’s fingers had spread my need to my clit and begun to rub there.
“Yes, Master,” I sobbed. “I… I think… I think…”
I did: I felt a climax burst inside me, not an overwhelming wave like the one I’d had as he fucked me against the bedpost, but a submissive little pulsing of pleasure, as if in tribute to my lord’s mastery over me. My backside squirmed on his thrusting manhood, and he grunted with the utterly masculine sound I had learned indicated that he had found a surprising pleasure in my yielding body.