by Trent Evans
She asked him over, and over again what she’d done, but he refused to answer her.
Because the truth was, it wasn’t anything she’d done — it was what he’d allowed.
He’d permitted her to take hold of him, to exert control over him, over his emotions — and his heart. Though he knew it was wrong — even stupid — he liked it.
He liked that connection, that closeness, that intimacy. He needed it.
But he very much liked punishing her for it too.
You’re a cruel bastard, Major.
As he stood back and looked at the aftermath of his punishment of his slave, as she wept and shuddered over the foot of his bed, her legs kicking and swaying in exhaustion, her pain overwhelming her, the thought came to him again that something was missing.
Something was wrong.
Could it be simply just the alienness of the hold she had over him? An emotional connection he would never let on was so powerful. Or was it his reaction? Was it instead his fear?
For the first time, he feared what letting her in would mean, what allowing her to get close might do to him. How it might change him. Who was really in control here?
He banished those thoughts as he hurled the cane across the room. He stripped his leggings off, kicking her legs wide. He took hold of her hair and she gasped, his other hand gripping her bound arms. He was inside her in a moment, and she grunted with the rough way he took her.
Then he fucked her, but it wasn’t about his pleasure. And it was certainly not about her pleasure either. This was about imposing his will, imprinting his ownership, making sure that she knew that they both knew that she was his.
No matter what. She was always his.
Regardless of who took her, or who might possess her for a short time, she would always come back to him. Always back to her owner, to her rightful place at his knee.
He ignored her pleading as he fucked her harder, slapping her ass, yanking her by the hair until she arched off the bed enough to let free her soft breasts from beneath her, squeezing and kneading them until she whined with it. He ignored her pleading until her words transformed to lost moans, his fucking of her punishing. But despite that, the dark pleasure elicited in her stirred once more, her cunt awash, her breathing labored, her nipples hard stones between his fingers.
He knew her body. He knew what she responded to. He knew what she needed.
And though she might not understand what he was doing, what he was angry about — for he wasn’t actually angry — she would know one thing for certain.
Surrender.
That was what she needed, what she wanted, and what he knew he would take from her.
He spanked her ass again, leaving dark pink handprints painted across her flesh, delighting in the way her buttocks quivered with each blow.
Then his orgasm gathered, her cunt spasming upon his plunging cock, her moans rising in pitch to breathless cries. Frighteningly quick, he reached the pinnacle himself, pouring forth his anger, his confusion — and yes, his fear — deep into her body.
For a fleeting moment, it helped, but as he came back to consciousness, panting over her, his sweat dripping upon her back, the girl murmuring into the covers of his bed, he knew the truth.
It didn’t change anything.
He was in trouble here. And he had no idea how to get himself out of it.
Chapter 29
“You sure you still want to do this?” Torval asked, scratching his chin.
He was wearing something Kosha hadn’t seen him in before, more of a formal robe than a uniform, a deep blue, the cut of the fabric emphasizing the width of his shoulders, the narrowness of his hips. The bottom hem brushed the tops of his slate gray boots.
“Don’t tell me you changed your mind too, Doctor.”
“Oh, no. I haven’t changed my mind. You, on the other hand, I’m not so sure about.”
Either man flanked the carrying crate, the cargo inside no doubt listening to their banter.
Kosha looked around. “Not something I would have picked for a doctor. This is way out in the country.”
Torval shrugged. “You spend way too much time in the city as it is, Kosha. A little time with nature would do you some good. But then again, your judgment never was all that great.”
Kosha chuckled, opening the door to the case, a finger hooked in her collar, drawing out his precious cargo. He stood her up between them, grasping her arms and pinioning them behind her back. For a moment, both men looked upon her.
She peered up at Torval, confusion plain on her pretty features.
“Still think my judgment needs work?”
Torval’s mouth quirked. “On this… you may have a chance at redeeming yourself.”
Kosha cranked Rose’s arms higher up behind her back and she hissed, the position throwing out her breasts. They’d grown visibly larger and heavier in the past few days.
“Quite a bit bigger than last time she was with me,” Torval murmured. “The serum must be taking hold now.”
“About that,” Kosha said. “Other than the rather delightful visible effects, there’s something else you didn’t mention.”
“Oh?” Torval took a step closer to them, looming over the girl.
“She’s grown rather responsive.”
“She was already hot blooded, Kosha.”
“True. But it’s become… more so.”
Torval smiled. “Considering the serum was made for Yaanfahri females, I’m not surprised. Though it won’t hurt her, it’s probably increasing her hormonal load which would have effects on her arousal response. Poor girl.”
She shuddered in Kosha’s arms. The leather gag tight between her teeth ensured she was silent as she gazed up at Torval. Her breath came faster, her chest heaving now, the heavy breasts displaying a tracery of fine, ghostly blue veins. The nipples were now a deep brown, and seemed almost perpetually engorged.
Torval gave him one last glance, the last permission.
With a handful of Rose’s glorious red hair, Kosha cranked her head back, presenting her breasts to his friend. “Have at it, doctor.”
Torval took both of her breasts in his hands and she gasped. He kneaded them slowly at first, then she moaned a little as he began to squeeze them more thoroughly, massaging rhythmically from the base of each breast down to the nipple, and giving them a gentle pinch.
Kosha watched, rapt, as the doctor’s knowing hands fondled her breasts. Then he pinched both nipples harder, pulling them down and out in a motion so practiced, so sure, Kosha was positive that this was far from the first time his doctor had conducted this little experiment.
Rose groaned, a surprised note to it, as fine jets of white fluid arced from those brown nipples.
“Torval! Why didn’t you tell me!” Kosha said, his cock already at attention.
“Thought it might be a nice surprise for you. She won’t have much at first, but if you keep doing this, her letdown will start and she’ll become more and more responsive — and productive.” Torval massaged her again, then pressed into her breasts with his fingertips, twisting and pulling the nipples once more.
Again, she sighed as more milk sprayed out, wetting his wrist. Torval licked it off as his thumb stroked one of her wet nipples.
“If she’s this productive already, you have quite a human on your hands.”
“I knew that the first minute I laid eyes on her, doctor.”
Torval touched her chin, giving her a fond smile, even as he opened the robe at his waist. “I have something for you, my sweet girl, but it’s not an examination today.” He pulled his cock free from the folds of the dark robe, stroking it before her, mere inches away.
She paled as she gazed upon it, the dusky head already weeping clear fluid. “I want you to do something for me, my sweet girl. Do you see that couch over there?” Torval raised his chin toward the living room behind her.
The space was small — a fraction of the size of Kosha’s — but it was warm and well-furnished
, cozy in a way his spacious city home never would be. Perhaps there was something to Torval’s countryside estate after all?
“I want you to go to the couch, and kneel upon it,” Torval said, softly. “Crouch down like a good girl for me. Press that pretty face to those cushions. I want these swollen breasts against your knees as you kneel for me. Do you understand?”
He lifted her chin upon his finger. “Answer me, sweet Rose.”
Kosha was rapt, watching the interplay between the two, seeing how differently Torval treated his girl than he did. It was an amazing, and extremely arousing, insight.
He let go of Rose’s arms, and she nodded slowly. “Ye – yes, sir.”
“Good girl. That’s what I am to you. I’m your Sir — for today, at least. Now, be good for your Master. Show him you know how to take care of his friends, how to be accommodating to his needs.” Torval waited, peering down his nose at the girl.
She walked haltingly to the couch, clambering up onto it as Torval gently stroked the shaft of his cock.
Kosha was tempted to pull his own aching member out, but refrained. For now.
He didn’t want to be distracted from watching the interplay between these two. Though he’d taken Rose many times, this was Torval’s first time with her and the first instance Kosha had let anyone else touch her — well, aside from the way a doctor would touch a patient.
Though Torval was a doctor, today he was anything but a man of medicine. Today, he was a male animal —and Rose was his prey.
Rose took the ordered position, the wet pink slot of her sex yawning open as she crouched tightly upon the couch. She covered her head with her arms. He knew the shame she felt at the position and knew that same shame would make that cunt of hers drip even more.
They both understood it, though they’d never talked about it openly.
Torval strode to her, caressing the broad, pleasing arc of her hip. “I want you to stay nice and quiet, nice and still for me. You’re going to be a good girl for me, aren’t you, Rose?”
The nodding motion of her head was barely perceptible under her arms.
“Good. Good.” Torval eased the glistening head of his cock back and forth across the curve of one of her buttocks. “You’re used to your insatiable Master, so this shouldn’t be an issue. Even if it is, I want you to be brave and endure. Be good for your doctor now.”
Then he slid inside, drawing a sharp breath from her. Kosha was pleased to see she stayed utterly still, crouched before his best friend, vulnerable, open, surrendering herself for Kosha’s pleasure — and for the pleasure of his best friend.
Torval was not rough at first, gently stroking in and out of her, but slowly his motions grew more urgent, more demanding. Now and then, he’d slap her ass, murmuring at her to keep her body still, to lift her bottom for him, to be his good girl.
All too soon, she was groaning and crying out as the man’s cock stretched her, bottomed out. The vision of her crouching before this male, looming huge above her, grasping her hips, her bottom cheeks bright with pink and reddish handprints was a sight like nothing he’d ever seen before. Yes, he’d seen it in the holos before, but this was his Rose.
His possession.
Up until the moment Torval had slipped his cock inside her pussy, Kosha wasn’t entirely sure he could go through with it. But seeing his best friend with her now, he realized that, oh yes, he could go through with it.
It was even better than he’d imagined it to be. Was it the pleasure of sharing a valued possession, the simple childhood pleasure of sharing your toys? Or was it more than that?
It didn’t matter, really. All that mattered was that it gave him pleasure. And judging by the lost moans of the crouching Rose, she was — reluctantly — enjoying it too.
Torval’s voice grew tight, the tone deepening, growing almost guttural. Then he pressed into her as far as he could, pushing the breath from her lungs in a long, strained sigh.
He groaned loudly, his hips slapping against her over and over as he poured himself into her. He pulled his cock free seconds later, his face flushed, a broad grin on his face.
A long glistening string linked the soaked head of Torval’s penis to the swollen, yawning fig of Rose’s sex.
Torval turned to his friend, tucking his cock back into his robe.
“Yes, Major, I’d say your judgment is… improving.”
* * *
The chair she was draped over was so large her toes didn’t even brush the floor. It creaked rhythmically as the doctor’s cock pistoned within the tight clutch of her pussy. Though he was a bit longer than Kosha, he wasn’t quite as thick, which made taking him... slightly more endurable. The fabric of the seat of the chair upon which she laid her cheek had begun to itch against her skin, her wrists behind her at the small of her back clasped in Torval’s hand. The locks of her hair were spread all about her, and through the russet veil, she watched Kosha watch her. He was reclined on the couch across the room, wearing nothing but his favorite leggings, open at the crotch, his penis lolling upon his inner thigh.
They’d spent several days at Torval’s home, and though at the moment, she was more than a little sore, the two males had left her sated as well, both of them using her almost constantly during their time there. She’d never before felt more like a plaything, passed back and forth between the males, and even occasionally used by both of them at the same time.
But the most humiliating — and at once darkly erotic — thing they did to her involved her now obviously lactating breasts, the same ones that throbbed beneath her as the doctor pounded into her from behind.
Kosha had bound her wrists tightly behind her and presented her, kneeling between Torval’s legs. The doctor had looked down upon her fondly, remarking that her breasts did look rather tighter and larger than the last time he’d seen them. At that moment, she’d suspected the doctor was somehow in on it and she wasn’t sure whether to be incensed, mortified, or turned on at the idea.
It was all three, if she was honest with herself.
Then Kosha had crouched behind her, naked, his erect penis bobbing against her back, leaving a sticky wetness upon her skin. He’d lifted and squeezed her breasts over and over in just the way he knew would leave her moaning with need — and it did that time too. She’d looked down then to see blue-white beads of milk forming at her nipples, and Torval had remarked at the pleasing strength of her letdown as she watched the man’s cock unfurl and quickly become erect. Her breasts felt so full, she hadn’t been sure what she was more desperate for — the release of her orgasm, or the release of her milk.
The sight of Torval’s cock extending until it stood straight up from his lap had her trembling, but her pussy was soaked, her muscles vibrating with need. It was wrong to be used this way, but she’d responded to it, nonetheless. Torval worried her hard, sensitive nipples with the broad head of his cock as Kosha squeezed out thin sprays of milk onto it. She’d blushed fiercely as he did it.
The doctor promptly presented his cock to her mouth to lick off. She tasted the salty sweetness on his skin, swallowing down her own essence. Then he placed the shaft of his penis in her cleavage, something she’d had no experience with. For a moment, she was mystified as to what he intended, then Kosha let her breasts go, only to have Torval take them in his strong hands and squeeze them around his penis. She looked away in shame as the hot, hard shaft pistoned within the soft embrace of her bosom. She’d never thought of such a thing.
What could they possibly be doing, she’d thought… but she’d quickly learned.
Mercifully, Torval reached his orgasm remarkably fast, his semen splashing against the upper curves of her breasts, pooling in the hollow of her throat, coating her chin and neck in his hot, sticky seed. He’d pulled away at the last moment, directing the last few dying spurts onto her aching nipples. Kosha had whispered into her ear at that moment that she needed to be a good girl, to lick up Torval’s offering.
In charged silence, both men watc
hed silently as Kosha lifted her breasts as high as they’d go. Rose— her face flaming hot — extended her tongue, collecting as much of the mixed semen and milk as she could.
“What are you thinking about, girl?” Kosha’s languid, rumbling voice brought her back to the present.
She ground the words out even as Torval continued to vigorously sound the depths of her pussy.
“I — n-nothing, Master. I’m... s-sorry. Oh... God!”
Then the big muscles of the doctor’s legs stiffened against her and the chair creaked louder, Rose gritting her teeth as the head of his penis impacted her cervix once, twice, a third time. His long groan accompanied the hot flood of seed deep within her. In her position, it didn’t flood out immediately, though when Torval pulled back, it drew out a thick, viscous strand that slapped down against her inner thigh. Her pussy spasmed, the slight burning the aftermath of the stretching that would always be a feature of being taken by these big males. He loosened the bonds at her wrists and helped her to stand, his seed dripping further down her inner thigh as soon as she straightened.
“Bring her over here,” Kosha said, his penis already beginning to rise.
“Going to give her a little practice?” Torval asked behind her, his hand upon her shoulder.
“I have something I want to show you, old friend,” Kosha said, his finger pointing at the floor between his legs. Torval brought her close, forcing her to her knees.
“Take it in your hands, girl,” Kosha said.
It was rare for her to be allowed to touch him this way. She was most often bound tightly when forced to service his cock. Though she knew she shouldn’t, she took a secret pleasure in handling him, in the softness of his skin stretched so tightly over that steel-hard shaft, the bulging veins snaking up and down the length of him. His scent was spicy, yet clean — and one entirely his own.
