Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 61287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 245(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 245(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
Master Hendryk, to my surprise and dismay, had just made me happy in what seemed to me the complete opposite way. I felt contentment, and even the beginnings of affection, despite the shame and pain of this punishment he inflicted on me. As he pulled the enormous plug free of my bottom with a sound so embarrassing it made me whimper, I felt happy that my new owner knew how to treat me with severity when he wished, without any regard for my desires.
It made no sense. I felt my anus close at last, though, and a wave of pleasure and need spread like wildfire through my pussy. An empty ache took hold in my vagina. It all seemed to come from the idea that Master Hendryk would ensure that my misbehavior would receive its just reward even if he didn’t have the time or the inclination to do it himself just then.
“Candy,” he said. “Take this and wash it, please.”
A new wave of heat came into my face.
“You’ll wash it yourself next time, Renee,” my master told me. “But I need to get into your ass this second.”
“Yes, Master!” Candy said. I heard her feet moving. I felt Master Hendryk’s hand leave my throat, and then I felt his weight shift the bed.
“Spread those cheeks nice and wide, girl,” he told me in a voice thick and rough with arousal.
I bit my lip as yet another wave of blushing warmth filled my cheeks. I pulled, feeling how the obscene movement made me more accessible to my master’s unnatural invasion.
The firm softness of the head of his cock pressed at the tiny place where he had already opened me so cruelly and filled me so full. His naked legs straddled me, their wiry golden hairs brushing against my flanks and bringing a shudder at the sheer masculinity of my owner’s powerful body. With a whining moan from deep in my throat, I tried to open to the intrusion of his huge manhood.
One of Master Hendryk’s hands gripped my ribcage, the index finger rubbing against my breast and bringing a faint pleasure there. To my distress, I had a pang of guilt about stealing that bit of enjoyment in the midst of what my master meant to serve as a strict punishment—and then, even worse, I felt a little thrill of gratitude for his allowing my captive, owned body to feel even that iota of stimulation. With his other hand, I knew, he directed his iron-hard penis downward into my upturned bottom.
The picture of it, the wealthy, handsome man astride his bed girl about to impale her in this fundamental act of sexual dominance, came into my mind, so terribly wrong and so terribly arousing at the same time. With a whimper, spurred by the light contact of Master Hendryk’s finger on my breast, I moved my upper body a little without meaning to, in a wanton instinct to rub my nipples against the silky fabric.
“No, Renee,” he said, his voice almost a grunt. His hand gripped my ribs more tightly. “Stay still and take it.”
As he spoke, I felt his knees bend and the cock press more firmly for entry in my smallest place. I let out a whimper of urgent discomfort.
“What’s she doing?” Candy asked from behind me.
“Hush, Candy,” Master Hendryk replied. “Just watch me fuck your new bed sister now.”
“Yes, Master,” she said, with no exclamation point. Her voice even sounded a little sulky.
He had risen up a few millimeters as he spoke to Candy, easing the pressure on my sore little flower. After she had accepted his command, though, I felt the tension in his knees again, and then he thrust much harder, demanding my complete submission.
I cried out, and I clutched my bottom-cheeks, a flare of pain from the cane welts rising alongside the agony of having to take the penis. In desperation I pushed in that mortifying way, and I felt my master’s hardness enter me, driving brutally inward until I could feel him deep inside me, stretching me and filling me.
His lap came up against my bottom-cheeks, the golden fur tickling the backs of my fingers as I kept holding my ass open for his pleasure.
“Oh, you’re so deep, Master!” Candy exclaimed. “Are you going to fuck that bottom very hard?”
I wanted to cry out an objection… to lodge an accusation against the artificial girl. Master Hendryk had told her to hush! How could she say something so degrading after being told to be quiet? Our master should put her on the bed and give her this terrible lesson.
But I felt certain that Candy had only done what her programming told her to do, and I could tell that it enhanced Master Hendryk’s pleasure, because his hips jerked against my bottom, pushing his enormous manhood even deeper. I cried out, my upper body trying to rise on its own from the bed, as if I could crawl away from the shameful invasion.