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)
Because you want to watch him fuck you.
The picture on the screen came from above. The camera drone must be hovering over Master Hendryk’s head, so the audience could see from his lordly perspective, as he looked down at my whipped bottom, his thick, hard cock connecting us obscenely. The length and girth of his manhood, jutting out lewdly from the woolen fabric of his tuxedo pants and invading my wanton, clenching vagina pressed inward slowly. My master, I could somehow tell from the way his hands gripped the belt and my hair so firmly, didn’t mean to be gentle with me: no, he wanted me to feel every massive millimeter of his first thrust inside his new concubine.
I cried out in need and discomfort, the two seeming equally mixed in my overwhelmed nervous system. Any idea of controlling my breathing flew out of my mind; I panted through open lips as I felt it and watched it, this dominant possession of my private places by the man who had purchased me only a few minutes before.
His rigid penis thrust in further. Master G had an enormous cock, like all the Institute trainers, and I had supposed that after so much fucking from him my pussy would be able to take any man’s hardness. But Master Hendryk’s was just as big, and something about the abject fear my new owner inspired in me seemed to make my vagina contract with arousal and with forced pleasure, over and over, so hard that each centimeter his iron-hard penis invaded my sheath felt like he was opening me again for the first time—like my master, through the sheer harshness of his training, had turned me back into a virgin, so that he could deflower me for a second time.
I looked at the screen and I saw my punished bottom. A sob of terror came from my throat as I thought about what Master Hendryk meant to do next, and how much it would hurt. Master G had said many times that the relaxation exercises we learned in our Feminine Pleasure class would let us avoid almost all the discomfort of anal sex, even our first time. I couldn’t remember a single one of those exercises as my owner sheathed himself completely in my vagina and my hips bucked to welcome him despite how deeply enmeshed the pain was with the pleasure.
On the screen his black-clad lap came up against my pale bottom, covering up the three double lines from the cane, except for the hint of one of the welts just showing above the place where skin and cloth met. I felt the scratchiness of the wool there, on the terribly sore marks of my master’s cruel correction, and I whimpered, tears pricking the corners of my eyes.
“That, my dear,” Master Hendryk growled, “is a nice, tight cunt. They’ve trained you well.”
I had the sudden urge to tell him that it didn’t have anything to do with my training. In Masculine Pleasure class they had taught us to clench and tighten so as to give more enjoyment to the men who used us. I hadn’t done any of that; the tightness Master Hendryk sensed came purely from my body’s reaction to his dominance.
I didn’t like it. He forced so much helpless pleasure on me, yes, that I couldn’t keep my limbs, my muscles, the surface of my skin, and above all my stiff nipples and my wet pussy from responding to him like the slut he called me. But I had thought that Master G had, with his careful teaching, dominance mingled with affection, taken me to the darkest place I needed to go.
I didn’t want to go further, and yet Master Hendryk’s hard manhood, seated so deeply and uncomfortably inside me, had me terribly close to a titanic climax I didn’t want. If I came, it would prove his power over me; I had never come for Master G so readily, so immediately.
My body shuddered as he began to withdraw his cock, the friction driving me closer to my orgasm.
“You’re going to come, aren’t you, you little slut?” he murmured. “And you’re trying not to, aren’t you?”
How did he know? How could he possibly know that? I supposed I might have expected Master G to grasp that, thanks to his own training and the Institute’s technology, but this man… he just had a lot of money, right?
No, a voice deep in my mind said, he understands you. His brutality responds to something in you just as your submission reacts to it.
The lie broke from my lips, because I couldn’t face the idea that my cruel new owner might actually have some insight into my needs.
“No, Master,” I sobbed. And then, he gripped my hair harder, pulled it sharply, and at the same time used his grip on the belt to drive his cock home again, invading me even further than the last full thrust. “No… please… sir…”