by Sara Fields
He started to fuck my throat and at first, I panicked, but I focused on the harshness of his fingers at the back of my head instead. Finally, I was able to open my throat for him and time my breath with his movements.
I did everything I could to clean myself off of him, all while I felt his seed dripping from my pussy. It was thick and warm, and I liked how it made me feel as though he’d marked me, just in a way very much different from the strap.
I suckled him harder, trying to show him that I wanted to please him.
His fingertips tightened in my hair and I knew that I had.
“That’s it. Clean your mess off my cock,” he murmured, and my pussy tightened in excitement. I swirled my tongue around his length, tasting the sweet musk of my own arousal all over him. I was thorough and made sure to get as much of it as I could.
The more I cleansed him, the harder he became against my tongue.
Then I started to grow nervous. He’d promised to fuck one last place tonight. He’d taken both my pussy and my mouth before, but he’d never used my ass. I could feel a tenseness growing under my skin and I tried to push it away. I was nervous and my bottom clenched reflexively in anticipation.
I sucked him harder. Maybe I’d make him come and he’d forget.
I knew better though. He’d never forget, especially if he promised me something beforehand. Vane was always a man of his word.
Which meant that my naughtiest hole would soon receive his full attention.
He was quiet for a while, enjoying my efforts to cleanse his cock of my arousal. Then he stared down at me as his hips stilled.
“Ask me to take your little virgin bottom hole. Ask me to fuck it with my cock still in your mouth,” he demanded.
My breath rushed out of my lungs.
This wasn’t the first time he’d asked me to speak with my mouth still full of his length and I knew it wasn’t likely to be the last. I squirmed before him, feeling myself grow wet again at the thought.
“Please, sir,” I began, hearing the shamefully muffled sound of my own voice gagged by his cock.
He leaned forward and gripped one of my nipples in his fingertips in warning. He twisted it hard and I cried out around his cock, trying to quell the rising stem of pain as it cascaded across my chest.
“If I have to tell you again, I’ll bind you back to that chair and strap these pretty little nipples and your soaking wet little pussy until you’re sobbing. Then I’ll give you a chance to ask again, only this time you’ll be asking to have your bottom strapped hard before I fuck it even harder,” he warned.
I whimpered, nodding slightly as to not jostle his length too harshly. I swallowed around him and gathered my courage before trying again. He didn’t make idle threats ever and I knew that he would follow through if I didn’t do what he wanted.
He released my breast, but it throbbed with pain, a constant reminder of the harshness of his hand should I prove to be disobedient.
I was sopping wet. My nipples throbbed. My pussy ached and my ass tightened nervously imagining what it would feel like to have his big cock thrust into a place that was never meant to be fucked.
Or so I thought.
I was wrong.
I opened my mouth.
“Please, sir. Please fuck my bottom hole,” I begged, his cock still gagging my mouth. The slurred sound of my voice was exceedingly shameful, and I wondered just how many people outside the dungeon could hear me. If they knew that I had his cock in my mouth right now. My hips rocked a little and I couldn’t stop them.
I wanted him to fuck my ass. I didn’t. It seemed incredibly filthy and wrong, but it was such a tantalizing thought. I had no idea what I wanted.
He didn’t reply. He simply pulled his cock free from my mouth, gripped my upper arm, and lifted me from the floor. He manhandled me swiftly and with ease before he forced me face down on the bed with his palm holding me in place by the back of my neck. His grip was strong and sure, which made my pussy clench with need. With my cheek pressed down to the bed with one hand, he used the other to lift me up onto my knees.
“Nina. You have such a pretty little bottom hole. Spread your knees wider for me now so I can really see it,” he murmured, and a flush of shame rushed across my face. His palm rested against my hip and there was little doubt that he’d spank me if I didn’t obey.
So I did.
“Now, reach back and present yourself to me. Show me the last little virgin hole I’m going to fuck tonight,” he demanded, and a soft cry of aroused humiliation rattled my senses. I squeezed my eyes shut and tentatively reached back, gripping my bottom cheeks and spreading myself to him.
I cried out in shame, knowing he could see every last inch of me. He’d be able to see how very wet I was for him at the prospect of being fucked like this for the very first time.
“Such a good girl,” he whispered, and a rush of liquid heat gathered between my thighs.
He slid his fingers up and down the soaked wetness that was still dripping from my entrance. He pushed them gently into my pussy, ensuring to coat himself thoroughly with my own wetness before he brought them up to my virgin ass.
I stilled.
“Please, sir,” I begged. I wanted him to. I didn’t.
It didn’t matter because he was going to anyway.
His finger settled on top of my bottom hole. With his hand pinning my throat to the bed, I realized that I wasn’t going anywhere. He was going to take my ass, whether I liked it or not. I licked my lips, trying to rein in the feelings of rampant arousal and overwhelming nervousness hurtling through my veins.
“Nina, I can’t take my eyes off you for a moment. You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” he said firmly, and I felt his finger press gently against my most reluctant hole. I cried out at the foreign feeling of him pushing inside me. It didn’t really hurt, not at first.
He was gentle with that single finger, coaxing my body to open for that thick digit. I was surprised that it felt good and the more that he pumped it out of me, the more my arousal began to grow.
Then he added a second and it started to hurt. I whimpered as he pressed two fingers into me, stretching my virgin hole wider than it had ever been before. He wasn’t gentle anymore and his movements turned rougher and harder. With a twist, he rotated those fingers and I cried out as he continued to open me to his desires.
“But sometimes, naughty little girls need to be reminded of their place and you, Nina, need a very harsh reminder of that, don’t you?” he questioned, his tone dark and decidedly dangerous. I trembled and tried to gather myself enough to answer.
“Yes, sir,” I finally whispered.
“It’s time for the last part of your punishment, Nina,” he murmured, and I was rewarded with his cock pressing deep into my pussy. He fucked me slowly and thoroughly. It took me a long moment to realize what he was going.
He was coating his cock with my wetness.
“Keep your bottom open for me, little girl,” he growled, and I did, even though I was moaning with shame into the sheet beneath me. I was thankful for my curtain of hair so that he couldn’t see just how red I was in that moment.
The head of his cock pressed against my bottom hole and I whimpered with nervousness. He’d stretched me with his fingers beforehand, but nothing could have prepared me for his thickness. The narrowest part of the head pushed inside me, spreading me wider as he pushed into me and I cried out.
“Please, sir,” I pleaded.
He continued anyway.
Slowly, he slid inside my tight bottom hole and a burning pain blazed up my spine. I struggled to take him at first and as the pain cascaded through me, I realized that I was getting wetter. And wetter.
My scalded nipples were hard against the bed beneath me. The tips were tender, still sore from the strap and I could feel every movement against the soft fabric of the sheet. My pussy tightened around empty air, desperate to be filled, but that wasn’t where my focus was centered. It was on my ass
and more specifically, on my tight little hole that was being stretched wide by his cock for the first time.
It hurt. So much. But I also realized that I liked it because it did.
The more he pushed into me, the more I willed myself to relax. Waves of pain rolled up and down my spine.
“I’d never give you more than you could take, little girl,” he coaxed in my ear and his words undid me. A single tear rolled down my cheek and I pushed back against him. I wanted to make him proud. I wanted to take all he wanted to give me.
Finally, he’d pushed himself all the way into my bottom hole and I could feel those teasing projections at the base of his cock reach forward to taunt both my pussy and my clit.
I moaned. Pain. Pleasure. Delight. Fear. It all rocked me senseless.
My ass throbbed, stretched painfully by his cock, and then he started to move. The first stroke was gentle and measured. So was the second. But he started to pump into me faster. And faster. His movements turned rougher. Harder.
It hurt.
But in the same breath, it also began to feel good. Really fucking good.
“Hands on the bed, little girl. Push back against me,” he demanded. I released my bottom cheeks and felt the girth of his cock continuing to spread them open. I moaned with shame but as I pressed my palms to the sheets beneath me, I quickly forgot about it.
He fucked my ass hard and my fingers curled into the sheets. I whimpered and I moaned as the tendrils at the base of his cock latched onto my clit, pinching and gyrating against my tender flesh until they drove me up into a veritable frenzy of need.
“Please, sir,” I begged.
“Would you like to come, Nina?” he asked.
“Yes, sir,” I pleaded.
“Good. I want you to come hard for me. I want you to come hard with my cock deep in your tight little hole,” he said sternly, and I swore I fell to pieces just at the sound of his words.
A tidal wave of pleasure slammed over me and I lost all semblance of control. His cock surged in and out of my ass while the protrusions played with my clit, driving me higher and higher into the world of ecstasy. I tried to pull myself out but there was no coming back. I shattered into a billion little shards of glass as Vane made me his in the most thorough way I could have ever imagined.
There wasn’t a single inch on my body that he couldn’t touch. That he couldn’t give pleasure. That he couldn’t punish. Every last piece of me was completely and utterly his.
I shook with exquisite bliss. I screamed with it.
I pushed back against him and he groaned, the sound low and feral deep in his throat. I quivered with need as another orgasm flew to the surface, begging to be set free. Vane gripped the hair at the back of my head and lifted me up, pulling my hair harshly and causing me to cry out in both pain and pleasure.
He fucked me harder and with his other hand, he began to tease my clit with his fingers, forcing my release out of me whether I wanted it or not.
The next orgasm was as pleasurable as it was painful. I moaned, trying to cope with the confusing mixture but I wasn’t left with a choice as he made me come again.
The more he was making me come, the more it was starting to hurt.
Everything hurt. My throat. My pussy. My nipples. My ass.
There wasn’t a single inch he hadn’t claimed. I was his.
I knew it now more than ever.
He pinched my clit and I came again, the piercing blade of ecstasy cutting straight through me like the sharp edge of a knife. I began to beg him for mercy. I pleaded for him to allow me to breathe. To allow me a moment of rest.
He gave me none. He only fucked me harder.
“Your punishment is almost over, little girl. You will come for me three more times. Each one will be harder than the last. I want them to be so hard that your tight little bottom squeezes my cock. I want to feel every last one. Do you understand?” he ordered, and I whimpered. I did understand. I understood very well.
It was going to hurt. I could already feel myself fighting back tears. My body was awash in sensation, so overstimulated that even the brush of a finger felt painful. Every last orgasm he was going to wrench from my exhausted body was going to be brutal, but I was going to do it because he expected it of me.
These last three orgasms were going to make me cry.
“Are you ready to come for me?” he asked. He had stilled, his cock deep in my bottom, his fingers resting against my clit.
I drew in a breath and nodded.
“Yes, sir,” I whispered, my voice hoarse.
His fingers started pinching my clit gently first, coaxing my pleasure back to the surface despite the fact that my next few orgasms weren’t for pleasure but for punishment. I licked my lips and gently rocked my hips. He ground his pelvis into mine, slapping his flesh against the marks from the strap, and I cried out at the reminder of it.
The first orgasm slammed over me like a sudden storm. I hadn’t been prepared for it and it ravaged me senseless. Every inch of my body trembled and shook from it. My core collapsed in on itself and my clit grew incredibly sensitive as my release tore its way through me. I moaned with pleasure while Vane wound his hand around my throat, holding me firmly against him while he fucked me harder.
His rough use of my bottom hole hurt but I knew it was supposed to.
This was a punishment and he was going to use me as hard and as roughly as he pleased. When my first orgasm eventually ebbed away, he teased my clit more fervently and I found myself trying to break away. I couldn’t though.
I was going to come for him two more times and I didn’t have the slightest choice about it.
“Please,” I begged.
“Come hard for me,” he answered.
I was going to receive no mercy from him.
He fucked my bottom hard and I could feel the fiery pull of my next orgasm pulling me into its blazing heat. I tried to fight it. I tried to hold it back but the cruel edge of pleasure bit through me once again. I broke into a billion pieces as the painful sharpness of bliss tore me apart from within.
“No more,” I pleaded. My voice sounded ragged.
“You have one more orgasm before your punishment is over. I know it hurts, little girl, but it’s almost over. This last orgasm will remind you that you’re mine and that when you defy me, I will always be here to put you back in your place,” he said firmly.
I began to cry. One tear after another fell from my eyes as my desperate plea. Until now, I had never thought orgasms could be considered a punishment. I was so very wrong.
Every single part of me hurt.
His fingers teased my clit once more and even as I lay against him weeping as I came for him, I could feel the pleasure he demanded rising once more.
My hips rocked of their own accord. I moaned as my nipples hardened into painful little pebbles. My clit throbbed with even more pleasure even after I’d come so many times already. I squeezed my eyes shut as his cock used my tight little ass harder than he ever had before and I could feel that last orgasm building just beyond my reach.
I feared it. I wanted it. I hated it. I adored it.
“Please. Don’t,” I begged.
He didn’t listen.
My arousal built within me. It became more terrifyingly complete.
I knew it wouldn’t be long now.
“Come for me,” he demanded, and he pinched my clit hard.
I came. I sobbed. I lost all semblance of rational thought as my world became white hot with pleasure. It hurt. It was bliss.
Agony. Desire. Pain.
I didn’t know one from the next as I came for him. I was only vaguely aware of the tears dripping down my cheeks or my own wetness drenching my thighs. None of that mattered though.
Every muscle in my body seized with pleasure. I couldn’t move nor did I try. It was a struggle to draw in one breath after the next. The cruel bite of pleasure was like the end of the sword and I was afraid that should I fall, it would flay me alive. T
he brutal agony of the passion coursing through me seemed never-ending and I didn’t know when I’d be able to break free.
I heard screams echoing around me. I soon realized that those sounds were my own. My thighs trembled. My knees went weak. I would have fallen had he not been holding me tight to his chest. His cock ravaged my bottom and my orgasm continued unabated. I could feel his own seed spurt hot into my ass, again and again as he marked my very last hole as his.
By the time my orgasm finally began to ebb, I was destroyed. I shook with my sobs, a shattered little mess of a well-satisfied little human.
Vane had broken me in the most thorough of ways.
I would never be anyone else’s. I would always be his. He’d made sure of that.
Vane’s palm against my throat held me firmly against him as he pulled his cock free from my body. He sat back and curled me into his arms, holding me tightly as I tried to put myself together. I sobbed into his chest and he gently kissed my forehead.
“Such a good girl. I’m so proud of you,” he murmured, and I felt my still racing heart swell for him.
I couldn’t speak, but he didn’t ask me to. We sat together for a long time and I simply breathed, feeling as though I was only just beginning to float back to the ground. My tears dried and I cuddled into his chest, allowing his warmth to envelop me completely. I don’t know how long we laid together, but it didn’t matter. He was there for me all the same.
“That’s not all I want to tell you, little girl,” he murmured quietly.
I lifted my head and stared into those dark, stormy eyes. He gazed back at me with adoration.
“I love you, Nina,” he whispered as he pushed a stray lock of hair free from my eyes. “I’ve loved you since the very first day I laid eyes on you.”
“I love you too,” I replied, unable to stop the smile from my lips.
And nothing was going to ever tear us apart.
Epilogue
Nina
The suns of Kraken Prime had risen before Vane and I emerged out of the dungeon. We boarded the Black Ranger together and Vane was immediately informed of the status of both the ship and the containment of the Aberrants below. Incredibly, there had not been a single Aberrant life lost. Vane’s crew had survived the battle unscathed as well.
