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)
The massive girth of Master Hendryk’s cock held me much too open. He started to fuck my ass as I watched helplessly, my eyes fixed on the screen and my face burning. He thrust in and out slowly at first, using me, I could tell, at the rhythm that felt best on his erection. I heard the low, growling murmurs of his pleasure come from his broad chest high above me, and those sounds sent waves of heat to my cheeks and to my pussy in what felt like equal measure.
I had supposed I wouldn’t feel much if any arousal when I took the penis in my bottom for the first time. I found to my dismay, though, that the need had started to grow again inside my neglected vagina. Something about the sheer authority with which my master drove into me without any thought for my enjoyment of the unnatural act paradoxically brought arousal in the place he declined to stimulate as he used me in this humiliating way. The next time I moaned, the keening sound had in it a piteous rising note of beseeching.
Master Hendryk’s cock began to move faster, each surge into my no-longer-virgin anus stretching me further and bringing a new cry of discomfort, a new plea for his mercy in the midst of the pleasure my bottom clearly brought him. The inarticulate begging of my little noises became a single word.
“Please… please…” I whimpered. I added another word, the only one that came to my mind. “Please, Master… please…”
On the screen the image changed back to the medium view of the man fucking the ass of his newly acquired bed girl. The expression on my master’s face seemed like the direct opposite of the one on mine: I wore a mask of woe, tears of pain in my eyes and my brow deeply creased; Master Hendryk’s handsome face, framed in neatly styled but gorgeously flowing golden locks, seemed absolutely determined, fierce in an almost animalistic way—the look of a hunter in pursuit of his prey, or a judge intent on handing down a stern but fair sentence.
His hips moved vigorously, driving his hardness all the way into my backside with every thrust. The contrast of his immaculately tuxedoed form and my nearly naked one as he rode my bottom, immobilized for his use atop the horse seemed to grow even sharper. Master Hendryk would always wear the pants in his household, he seemed intent on making me understand, and as of ten minutes ago I belonged to his household—and to him.
Just like Candy, I thought, with a surge of mortification. Did Candy look pretty with a hard penis in her bottom? Of course she did—they must have designed her to look pretty in every submissive situation. Tiny, terrible fantasies of comparison drifted through my brain as Master Hendryk fucked my ass harder and harder, and the strange enchantment of submission took me to another place—subspace, Master G had taught me to call it.
Would Candy watch our master fuck my bottom? Would he make me watch him fuck Candy’s, and comment on our relative prettiness when taken anally?
Would he bring other men to fuck both our asses at once, to compare us more effectively?
I was sobbing with every breath, and I had closed my eyes and hung my head without even thinking about it—without even sensing that I’d done it, really, so deeply had my ordeal wrapped me into subspace. I felt Master Hendryk’s hands tighten on my neck and my hip. He let out a grunt, and his rhythm suddenly became jerky as his manhood pulsed in my bottom.
I whimpered as he came in my anus, his erection moving in and out with the little stabbing spasms of his pleasure.
“Thank me,” he growled, the words seeming to come from a thousand miles away. “Thank me for coming inside you, my dear.”
The mismatch between the tone in his voice and the words my dear, which Master Hendryk uttered as if he were actually saying you little whore, made my heart quail. I felt my bottom wriggle on his still-hard cock, pushing with a helpless plea to withdraw at last and let my poor anus close and rest after its brutal first fucking. My mind—the part of it that could make words, anyway—struggled to return to my head.
My master pressed in a little further, as if feeling my distress and wanting to make it count as yet another disciplinary measure.
“Thank me, Renee,” he said again, leaning over me so that he could say it in my ear.
“Oh, God,” I whimpered. “Thank you… please… thank you, Master.”
“For?” Master Hendryk asked, his voice becoming a little gentler.
“Thank you for coming inside me,” I breathed.
The hand on my neck moved further down to stroke my back… to pet me as if I were a domesticated animal, perhaps even a valuable one of the kind a man trains to make it an even more pleasing addition to his collection.