Series: Zandian Brides Series by Renee Rose
Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 57939 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 290(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57939 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 290(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
“Good little human.” I rub her ass. “You took that part of your punishment very well. I’m proud of you.” I use both hands to soothe her skin, rubbing circles, until she melts into my lap and starts opening her thighs again, telling me she wants more.
“Now I want you to reach back and pull down your panties to your mid thighs,” I tell her.
“Why?” She's instantly on alert.
I slap her once again with the strap. Hard. “Your job is to obey, not question.” I spank her again and again. Two good ones. “Pull down the panties or you’ll get ten more.”
“I’m sorry!” She scrabbles around, ungraceful, and manages to get them down. She has to pull them out of the crack of her ass and pussy, and I’m so turned on by the sight that I can barely manage to control myself.
I get her back over my lap. “This,” I tell her, picking up the silver device, “is called an anal trainer.”
“A what?” She sounds scared.
I push the blue button on the end of the silver device and a smooth, clear gel drips out of the tip. I use my fingers to rub it all around the device then press the button again, so a few drops fall onto her asshole.
She squeals.
I push the tip of the device right at the entrance to her ass.
“I’m going to push the trainer into your naughty bottom, Sia,” I tell her. “And then you’re going to hold it in while I spank you again.”
As I speak, I start to slowly push the device.
She clenches up instantly.
“Stop.” I smack her cheeks. “Open for me, Sia. you’ll open for me every time I ask.”
Her voice is muffled as she mumbles into my leg. “Yes, Master.”
She sniffs and relaxes her body.
“Good little human.” I stroke her hair, then rest my hand on her pretty ass. “I’m going to push this in slowly while you tell me all about how you’re going to obey, understand?”
She nods. I can practically see the red spreading on her face. I smile–training this pretty human is a vecking rush.
I insert the device just a bit, and she squeals and squirms. I imagine she’s feeling the warmth of the oils Dr Daven infused in the gel, and I hold her firmly. “Sia, start talking. Tell me about how good you’re going to be for me.”
I edge it in further, and she gasps as her tight muscles are forced to expand to take the bulk of the plug.
“Please, Master. I’ll be good,” she manages. “Ow! Oh, Daven.”
I slap her ass. “And?” I slide it in another inch and enjoy the feel of her body shifting as she struggles with this new sensation. I know it’s not too painful, but it’s surely like nothing she’s ever experienced before, warming her up from the inside.
“I’ll obey you and be honest. I promise!” Then she squeaks as I seat the plug fully and give it a twist.
“See that you do,” I warn, giving her a spank across both round cheeks. “Because this plug can expand and rotate, Sia. And it can exude more of the warming gel that will make your pretty bottom feel more and more like it’s burning from the inside.”
She whines, but I scent a sudden sharp increase in her arousal. I chuckle. “You like this, sweet human. And that’s good because I plan to do this to you…often.”
She gives a helpless sound and squirms, and I slap her ass again, just because I can.
“Now we'll continue our previous conversation,” I tell her. “Back up to the part where you lied to me, and we’ll go from there.”
Chapter Six
Sia
"But I didn’t lie.” I know he doesn’t believe me. I don’t even believe me–my voice is utterly unconvincing.
The plug in my ass throbs and hurts, but it’s also warming me up, so the wicked spark between my thighs is increasing exponentially with every rough and invasive thing he does. It’s like my body was built for this.
“Oh, Sia,” he almost croons. “I’m sorry you still need to lie. I did warn you.”
He taps the plug. “You ready to start changing your story?”
I bite my lip. “What…oooooh.” The plug vibrates in my bottom hole and reverberates through my entire belly. “Daven!” My voice is high and needy. I shift my thighs, let them fall open slightly. “I need…I need.”
“What you need,"--he slaps my ass hard–“is to tell me that memory. The one you pretended you lost.” He snaps his fingers. “Now.”
“I…” I gasp. “It’s…”
The memory looms up in my mind again, in full color. “Is she fully restrained?”
“Of course. Ready for further testing, Commander.”
The room is white with bright, round lights far above my head. Too bright. I don’t want to be part of this experiment, but we slaves on Ocretia have no choices at all–we do what we’re told, gracefully, or we suffer. “Project Alpha is the linchpin of our future regarding….”