by Aline Ash
The pressure builds up within me, low in my core, gathering in intensity until it becomes too much to bear. As he excites my pussy and presses on the sensitive spot inside my ass with his finger, he hits me with another jolt from the collar. I writhe wildly on the stand and scream until my throat is raw.
I barely have time to catch my breath, when he’s suddenly inside me. His long, thick cock is buried deep in my pussy, stretching me open, and the pain of it brings tears to my eyes once more. But the ridges on his shaft slide hard against my inner walls and the pain is suddenly drowned out by a torrent of ecstasy. Kon grabs my hair and yanks my head back almost painfully as he buries himself to the hilt inside of me. I cry out as he slides his finger back into my ass, filling me up completely from behind, making my head spin with the sensations flowing from the crown of my head to the tip of my toes.
My cheeks burn with heat, my shame blending with the euphoria that’s gripping me. Kon uses me hard, his movements rough. But, given his size, I know he is holding himself from using his full force. He seems to be making sure that it looks rough but is pleasurable for me as well. It’s all part of the show.
Kon pumps his thick staff into me hard, his body slapping against mine as he continues to slowly move his finger inside my ass, producing spasms of pain and pleasure all at once. Kon lets go of my hair and leans forward and grips my throat, squeezing it tight. He pounds his cock into me with all of his strength as he chokes me, cutting off my air, and I start to grow lightheaded. My vision blurs at the edges and I literally see stars flaring behind my eyes.
The ridges of his cock glide along the slick inner walls of my pussy, and I feel the pressure building inside me. It sends me hurtling toward the precipice of an orgasm that feels like it might tear me apart. But then he pulls his cock out of me, leaving me gasping for breath and feeling completely empty. As I feel my body receding and the promise of ecstasy ebbing, I grow frustrated.
“Please, Kon,” I gasp. “I’m so close.”
Kon slaps my ass again, the loud crack of flesh meeting flesh echoing around the room. I grit my teeth and take it, not wanting to cry out.
“I did not tell you to speak,” he growls.
“Please…Master,” I manage to choke out. “Please finish.”
He slaps my ass again, even harder this time, and I jump. I close my eyes and moan, savagely biting my bottom lip as quiet whimpers spill out of my throat.
“You will have no release until I tell you that you can,” he growls. “Is that clear, little pet?”
“Yes,” I groan.
“Yes, what?” he grumbles, punctuating his question with another firm spank.
“Yes, Master.”
He steps back for a moment, and with each second that passes, I feel my orgasm growing further away. My entire body is humming with desire, with my desperate need for release. But Kon looks down at me, his eyes smoldering, his expression blank. How the hell is he managing to control himself in this situation? I open my mouth to beg him to fill me, to let me come. But I don’t even get the words out before he slaps my ass again. I curse at the pain then moan softly as he steps back and drives his cock back into me hard. My eyes pop open, and I gasp as I’m squeezed by a fist of pain that slowly releases me, allowing the pleasure to rush in again. The feeling of having him fill me sends waves of sensation washing over me and brings a smile to my face as I turn back and look at him over my shoulder. This earns me another slap on the ass.
“I do not wish to see you smiling, pet,” he grumbles.
His hand is back around my throat, squeezing me hard as he pumps his dick into me. He’s so huge he barely has to lean forward to reach my neck while his cock’s ridges are gliding along my walls. He’s sending me hurtling toward the precipice of climax once more. I feel his staff swelling inside me and know he too is growing close.
Kon fucks me furiously as he squeezes my throat harder. I’m finding it harder to breathe, but as the darkness dances at the edges of my vision, the feelings seizing my body are all the more vibrant for it. He plunges his cock into me with a wild abandon and my moans grow ever louder.
I feel my climax almost exploding, my body vibrating with it, and I crave to come before Kon makes me stop. Just a few moments and I will be done, but, to my frustration, Kon outpaces me. He throws his head back and lets out a roar that’s more animal than human. His body shudders wildly and then I feel him burst inside of me. He grips my hips, his large, strong fingers pressing hard into my flesh as he pumps what feels like gallons of cum into me.
I close my eyes and revel in the sensations it produces inside me. His seed is warm and makes my pussy tingle. I use the muscles inside me to squeeze Kon’s rigid cock, milking the last drop of his cum out of his body, and make him shudder.
I let out a long breath, my heart racing, and my body still humming with an outrageous need for release. But just when I start to think that our show is over, I feel Kon’s cock growing stiff once more and realize he is not done with me—and I am glad for it.
Chapter Thirteen
Kon
The smell of her arousal is heady. It has been a long while since I have enjoyed being with a woman. My mate was killed along with my family and many of my tribe a long time ago. And along with them, died my ability to feel things as simple as pleasure. Or so I thought. Our jailers have tried to force me to have sex with other inmates for the amusement of the audience, but even with the most attractive females, who willingly offered themselves to me, there has been no pleasure for me in it. My grief was too deep. I deliberately made it the least spectacular I could, so the viewers lost interest a while ago. But with Marissa, it is all different. Unlike the other females in this prison, she does not seek to use me for sex and status. She wants me simply for who I am. The musky scent of her arousal makes me dizzy. Her very touch sends bolts of electricity through my body like I am also wearing a taming collar. Her pysa is tighter than any female I’ve ever had, and though I struggle to gain control over my senses, it also feels incredible to lose it for a while.
Marissa’s body, though so small and delicate, can take all I am giving her. Tabiean mating habits can be rough. I would not have expected a fragile human to be able to withstand it. But Marissa not only seems to be able to endure it, she seems to be enjoying it. Relishing it. And though I try to be more gentle and careful than I would usually be if I were with a Tabiean female, she seems to crave that roughness. It seems to heighten her arousal.
“Are you ready for more, little pet?” I ask, my voice thick.
“Y-yes.” And I know she is.
I slap her ass, the loud pop of my hand echoing off her flesh, making her yelp. She struggles against the bonds and squirms beneath my hand, but there is a dark smoldering in her eyes. I can tell she’s very ready to have me inside her again, and is desperate to have a release of her own.
“Yes what, little pet?”
She hesitates, so I spank her ass again, this time even harder. She squeals and quivers, a scowl on her face but a dark, sultry gleam in her eyes.
“Yes, M-Master.”
“Good little human.”
My jura is harder than steel and throbbing. Even though I just emptied my seed into her, I am stiff and ready to have her again. The warmth and softness of her body is so different from what I am used to that I cannot seem to get enough of her. With Marissa, it is less about the practicality of mating, of producing children, and all about the pleasure. My jura thick and ready, I drive it into her, pushing it past her folds and plunge deep into her core.
“Kon,” she gasps. “Wait.”
I grip her hair and pull her head back, giving her a light slap on the cheek, making her moan.
“I told you that you are not to speak unless I tell you that you can,” I growl.
“Yes, Master.”
She seems to be enjoying how rough we’ve been to this point, and I do wish to make this pleasurable for her as well. I am doing what I promised the audience—I am taming my h
uman. But that does not mean I do not want her to enjoy it as much as I do.
Marissa makes me feel things—things I have not felt in a very long time. Things that, after my beloved mate died, I was not sure I could feel again. She seems able to awaken the real me who I once was, the one who lived a happy and full life and enjoyed living, who was not afraid to love, who felt and experienced all kinds of emotions. I was not aware I still had that Kon in me. I thought that Kon was killed by Gargolians along with his loved ones when these evil traitors attacked Tabia, my treasured homeworld. I thought only the rough shell of that person, only The Beast, has remained. But the feeling Kon is apparently back, and he craves this small, curvy woman with all he has. He wants it the Tabiean way—rough and mind-blowing.
“Kon…”
“I did not tell you to speak.”
I pull the trigger and activate the collar again, and Marissa’s body shudders as the intense vibrations are sent to her most intimate spots. I learned how sensitive they are when I touched Marissa in the shower, and I learned how to master her body.
She looks at me over her shoulder, and though she looks pained, I can see the small smile curling the corners of her mouth upward. I know what it is she wants—release. And I want to give her the most powerful release she has ever had, but I crave to hear her begging for it before I allow her to have it.
Marissa has gotten me to let my guard down, something nobody has been able to do for a very long time. It’s one of the many things I find attractive and compelling about her.
I can see the naked desire on her face as I pound my jura deeper into her warm, tight pysa, making her eyes roll into the back of her head as she moans softly. She gasps and stutters as I tame her, the sounds coming from her mouth pushing my arousal even higher. Each thrust of my hips, plunging deeply into her, stokes the fires within me.
Marissa still looks at me over her shoulder. I revel in the euphoric expression etched upon her face—pain mixed with insatiable desire. It excites me like nothing else. I growl as my body tenses, and I pump my jura into her harder, slamming myself deep into her with an abandon I have not let myself feel in a long time. I activate the collar once more, and I know she wants it. She cries out, writhing and squirming beneath me, pushing her thighs towards me. She wants it just as much as I do. My breathing grows ragged and my pulse races wildly.
I feel my jura thickening and throbbing, close to release. Marissa’s body tightens, and she is moaning low, her cries animalistic. But her desire and frustration consume her as she throws her head back and I know she is close to climax too. I flash her a grin as I pull my jura out and take a step back, delaying her release once more..
“Motherfucker,” Marissa scolds me, and although it does not translate, I can guess she is not happy about it as a voracious hunger flashes in her eyes.
But do I deny her? Do I continue to make her wait? Or should I let my little human savor the sensations along with me?
“Do you want to come, little pet?” I ask her.
“Yes, Master,” she replies easily.
I step forward again and slam my jura into her pysa as hard as I can. Marissa is screaming as she takes the pounding I’m giving her, as tough as any Tabiaen female. And judging by her moans and cries, this is exactly how she wants it. This little human is absorbing my jura and I feel her whole being craving a climax of her own.
I enjoy the power I have over her, Controlling her. Making her bend to my will. But I also want to give her a pleasure she’s never experienced. I want her to come so hard for me, it brings tears to her eyes. A small grin on my lips, I give her another pulse of vibrations from the collar and let the sounds of her screams and moans wash over me.
“Are you sure you want to come, little pet?” I ask one more time, feeling I am close to release myself.
“Please, Ko—Master. Please…come…beg…I beg you…” she’s so aroused she can hardly speak.
I could be cruel and make her wait. But when she begs, I realize I can’t deny her. I want to give her all that I have.
“You may come now, my little human.”
I thrust my jura deep into her again and hold myself there As I pull the trigger and the collar vibrates one last time. Marissa’s entire body tightens and then suddenly releases. She shakes violently, her voice breathy and stuttering as her climax crashes down on her.. It’s only then that I give myself permission and press myself even deeper into her. Her body is so firm and yet so supple, and my jura is sheathed in her pysa so tightly the sensations coursing through me and the feel of her uncontrollably writing body leave me shaking with desire.
Beads of sweat roll down my back and spill from my brow as I reach the zenith of pleasure. I throw my head back and let out a thunderous growl as I come, blowing thick ropes of my seed deep into her. As I explode, Marissa climaxes again, her cries echoing around the chamber, her body trembling wildly as I fill her up. And when we are both finished, I step back, my jura slipping out of her with a rush of fluid that splashes out onto the cushion of the stand beneath her.
My breath is shallow, and my head is swimming, every cell in my body vibrating. Marissa looks wrung out, her cheeks flushed and a sheen of sweat glistening on her face. As I stare at her, bound and naked, her ass in the air and her fleshy lips wet with my seed, I can’t help but feel my jura thickening once more as a low growl escapes me, the fires of my desire stoked once more.
I unbind her ankles and wrists and pull her off the stand. She wavers on watery legs but manages to stay on her feet. Though just barely. She looks at me, her eyes glazed and a dazed, faraway look on her face.
“Kneel,” I command.
Marissa stares at me as if she does not comprehend my words. But then a small wicked grin quirks the corners of her mouth upward.
“I said kneel,” I repeat. “Do not make me tell you a third time.”
She shoots a defiant look at me but doesn’t move. She wants it as much as I do.
I hit the trigger on the collar, pushing the power to the limit, and she twitches and moans as she falls to her knees. Just where I want her. I step over to her and grab her hair, pulling her head backward. I look down into her eyes and smile.
“Tell me you want this,” I order her.
“Y- yes,” she whispers. “I do.”
“Yes what?” I say, and trigger the collar again.
Marissa twitches, a salacious smile crossing her lips.
“Yes, Master,” she replies.
“Good girl.”
Pulling her head back a little further, I step closer to her and force my jura into her mouth. Her gasp is muffled as her eyes widen, but she eagerly tightens her lips around my staff. She raises a hand and grips me, squeezing it tight as she moves her tongue up and down on me. I groan as she works me with her mouth and hand, moving them up and down my shaft in unison.
I growl, reveling in the sensations. My jura thickens impossibly fast and fills her mouth completely. I pump my hips, thrusting into her, stiff and pulsating with desire. Marissa’s moan rumbles along the skin of my jura, drawing a loud groan from deep within me.
My craving for her becomes violently unquenchable, and I drive myself into her with as much zeal as I had driven my jura into her other intimate parts. Marissa tightens her lips harder, her teeth grazing the ridges of my shaft, setting off powerful explosions of sensation inside me.
I keep pumping my hips, making her take my jura deeper into her throat. Her eyes are watering, and her face is flushed a bright scarlet. She chokes as I push myself too deep, but when I try to pull my shaft out, worried that I might harm her, she tightens her lips around and sucks me even deeper.
My greedy little human.
I look down at her, the sight of her sucking my jura only arousing me more. I feel my body tighten as she continues to work her hand and mouth in tandem while I keep pumping my hips. Marissa is my Master now; my little pet controls my pleasure by making her mouth every bit as tight as her other holes and then she loosens her h
old on my shaft.
With every suck and release of her hand and mouth, my arousal grows in waves, I almost reach the point of no return and retreat. But then I just can’t stop it, the climax hits my every muscle and I release into her mouth.
She chokes and gags as I fill her mouth with my seed. I throw my head back and groan loudly, relishing the feel of my jura throbbing between her lips. I watch as several rivulets of my pale purple seed spill out her mouth and slide down her chin. I step back, and the last of my release spurts onto her face. I look at her, aroused by the sight of her covered in my seed. I smile as she looks up at me.
“I have tamed you, my little human pet. I have claimed you in every way possible,” I say. “And I have marked you with my seed. You are mine now, and no one in this prison can ever claim you as his.”
Chapter Fourteen
Marissa
I look up at him, a wavering smile on my face. Kon is smiling down at me, a look of satisfaction on his face. As I feel the thick fluid of his seed spilling down my face as well as dripping down my thighs, I shudder deliciously.
His seed is surprisingly sweet, almost like candy. A peppermint candy. My lips tingle like I’ve spread some sort of menthol on them, a feeling that spreads through my entire body. It is definitely not unpleasant.
My skin is sticky with his seed, and my body is rife with the most delicious aches and pains. He was so rough and domineering with me, and although all of my instincts and the expectations of myself as a woman scream at me, telling me that letting myself be used like that was utterly wrong, I enjoyed every bit of it.
All of those things I grew up learning about what it means to be a strong and independent woman do have a hold on me, though, and there is a strong sense of shame that wends its way through my mind and heart, constricting tightly. As I think back on what I’ve just done with Kon, makes my face grow so hot, I’m half afraid I’m going to burst into flames right then and there. But at the same time, I am dying to be taken and made to bend to Kon’s will again.
