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)
I swallowed hard, my body seeming to return to me after a long absence. I could feel my master’s hands on me, doing something that made me whimper: pulling down my tiny, lacy panties at last, baring me completely. Responding to some deep impulse from the dark parts of the galaxy I had found inside me, I tried to resist—not physically, not in any bodily way, but in my head. I tried to keep thinking about myself as Chalondra of Kamnos, rather than as the name my master murmured into my ear as he reached over my hip and put his hand between my legs.
“Wetquim,” he breathed. “Such a tight little cunny, so wet and so warm. It felt so lovely on my cock, too. Is it very sore?”
I felt my inner resistance fall, and for the very first time I enjoyed the experience the way I knew I should. I submitted to his hand, to his voice, as he explored my no-longer-virgin pussy with his fingertips so very gently.
“Yes, Master,” I half whispered, half sobbed, my mind flashing back to the feeling of his rigid manhood inside me, thrusting harder and harder, changing me forever down there, making me his so thoroughly that I seemed to inhabit a completely new world now.
I felt him stir against my bottom, his penis coming back to hardness as if at the thought of the discomfort he had left between my thighs. The thought rose into my mind that his pleasure in punishing me, his need to leave his marks upon me, only represented the complement to my own need to submit. I had pushed such thoughts away, over and over, ever since the elders had brought me to the basement of the village house and put me in the cage. This time I didn’t try to deny the fact of my spirit’s submissive nature: I welcomed it, because I knew the nobleman with his fingers inside me, awakening the soreness his enormous, hard cock had left, was the sort of master to whom I would gladly yield everything.
I whimpered at the sensation, feeling how despite the discomfort, I had begun to flow again with need. I felt my master’s hardness jump against my whipped backside, and I wanted his penis inside me again, in place of his lordship’s fingers, no matter how much it hurt. I squirmed backwards, began to move my hips in the rhythm of his caress, biting my lip at the mixture of pleasure and pain he bestowed on my newly-opened pussy.
“I’ll let your sweet little cunny rest,” he said, though, pulling his fingers slowly out of my vagina. “But I’m afraid you’ve gotten your master’s cock very hard again, my dear, and you’re going to have to take it in this little hole instead.”
I felt my forehead crease very deeply as he accompanied his words with the movement of his fingers. They found their way across the sensitive little space between my two most private places. They touched the wrinkly aperture where to my mortification my mistress had prepared me with the little bulb, cleaning me for a reason I had not known, but could guess all too well, now.
I felt a long, moaning sigh come from my chest, and I heard it, but it seemed to come from somewhere else, from someone else. I knew the feeling well, by this point—the detachment that seemed to let me experience these dark, shameful deeds as if it weren’t me undergoing them. Here with the stars before my eyes, though, and my master behind me, having just discovered that I could be happy not despite my bondage but because of it, the very sensation of floating out the window and into outer space seemed like a pleasure of its own.
I felt his strong hands arranging me, turning me a little further over onto my front, folding my right knee up almost to my chest. I whimpered when his fingers took the slick moisture from my pussy and spread it back to my virgin anus, and I cried out when he pushed one inside me, training me and easing the narrow passage.
Out among the stars, I watched Wetquim have her bottom prepared for fucking, and yet I was Wetquim at the same time. I didn’t know how I could possibly take my master’s massive erection in my tiniest hole, and at the same time I knew that my body belonged to him, and he would do it whether I liked it or not.
With my eyes fixed on the twin suns of Sheliak, I sensed his lordship looming over me, on his knees behind me, working my bottom more firmly on his invading finger.
“Your mistress taught you to open, when she cleaned you, my dear,” he said, his voice husky in that way that I had learned meant his desire for me had become urgent. “Open on my finger now.”