by Aster Zhen
She shrinks back among the pillows.
“Don’t be shy. I know what a slut you are.”
“Please,” she says, and her voice is so dry she has to swallow before speaking again. “Please fuck me in my ass.”
I position my cocks at their respective holes, placing enough pressure that she can feel them. “Louder.”
“Please fuck me. I want to feel your cock in my ass. I want to take it in my cunt—”
She breaks off in a sob as I give her what she’s asking for, pressing up into her tight little holes. She moans, screwing her eyes shut and turning her head aside. I know how the inner monologue goes. This is not happening. I’m not a slut. I didn’t want this. She made me do it.
It’s a cruel fact of biology that her body needs this, wants me to fill her, to force my cock into her, even as she silently screams ‘no’. I can tell by the way her pussy gets wetter for me, making my job easier as I thrust into her.
“Tell me what you are.”
“A slut. A whore,” her mouth whispers, her red, full mouth, beneath her tearful eyes. “I’m not good for anything else, only for fucking. Please, please fuck me—”
I lower my body so that I’m pressed against her, until all she feels is my skin, with nothing between us except my cock inside her, pumping away at her precious self-esteem. She clutches at me, her ankles crossing over my spine and squeezing me to her, so that we’re both trapped, crushed to each other in this perfect combination of pain and pleasure.
I’m so wet, I have to squeeze tight to hold onto my end of the dildo, relishing each moment when my clit brushes up against her, tiny electric tingles racing up to my brain. There’s nothing more perfect than her yielding beneath me, and the beautiful hard cock forcing her open.
She starts to weep, and that, too, is perfect. I kiss her cheek, and taste salt on my lips. “It’s all right,” I say. “Everything’s going to be all right.”
She screams my name, her head arching back on the pillow, and I take a tiny sip of her anguish, holding her as she thrashes under me. My own climax is almost meaningless as I relish in hers, drinking it up like one might partake of a fine wine.
She’s still crying when I untangle us both, freeing her from the dildo. She clutches her shirt with shaking hands, scrunching it to her chest like a talisman.
I dab at her cheeks with a tissue. “What do you say?”
She looks at me with her red-rimmed eyes. “I love you. Thank you for fucking me. I was made to be fucked by you.”
She’s getting better. Sometimes, I almost think that she might believe it.
“You’ve been a good girl,” I say, and press a kiss to her temple. She shivers, and squeezes her knees together, not looking me in the eye.
I have chores to do, but they can wait. For now, I place my arms around her, drawing her to me, our heartbeats merging as one.
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Caitlyn’s Lesbian Abduction, A Slavegirl for Miss Margaret
“I brought you a present,” I sing out.
The door swings open. Cate is right where I’d left her, on the floor, her back against the bed.
“Mmph,” she mumbles.
I crouch down, balancing on the balls of my feet as I unbuckle Cate’s gag. The strap falls away to reveal twin lines of red across her cheeks.
“I need to pee,” she whines.
Caitlyn Pang and I have been friends for some time. Once I’ve spent this much effort on a girl, I expect nothing less than perfection.
I slap her across the face, once, hard. The sound bounces off the wooden floorboards with a pleasing resonance.
Throat quivering, she straightens her head. “Thank you for the gift, Miss Margaret,” she says, eyes lowered.
“You’re welcome.”
“Thank you, Miss Margaret,” she says again. In a small voice, she adds, “may I please pee, Miss Margaret?”
“Yes.” I have to free her first, of course. Cate’s had her clothing privileges revoked since the beginning of the month, so when I lean forward, her hard, bare nipples press into my shirt as I reach around to unlock her cuffs.
“Thank you, Miss Margaret.”
She hobbles to the bathroom, jingling with each step. Small bells adorn her wrists and ankles, while her less-than-graceful posture is from last night’s remedial lesson.
I’m waiting in the breakfast nook when she emerges. She moves awkwardly, painfully conscious of her nudity.
When I was young and stupid, I thought I wanted to look like Cate: small, high breasts, slender hands, hips that could cut glass. It wasn’t until I was about her age that I realised the truth.
I don’t want to be Cate.
I want to own her.
“Welcome home,” she says, and leans down to greet me. As our lips meet, I cup the back of her head with my hand, pulling her close. Heat from her skin is like a live thing, shimmering in an aura around her. I run my other hand over her stomach, the flat, smooth planes that have never known another’s touch.
We break apart. The tip of my tongue brushes over my lips. “I’m hungry.”
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Other stories by Aster Zhen:
Following Her Lead (lesbian romance)
Her Crimson Desire: Enslaved by a Lesbian Vampire (Mistress/slave bloodplay)
Impregnated by the Mutant Tentacle Plant 1 (monster breeding)
Caitlyn's Lesbian Abduction, A Slavegirl for Miss Margaret (lesbian Mistress/slave kidnapping fantasy)
Ravaged by the Mutilated Lesbian Zombie Queen (violent erotic horror)
Ravished at Gunpoint, My Lesbian Submission (lesbian BDSM romance)
Breathless by Her Command, My Lesbian Submission 2 (lesbian BDSM breathplay romance)
Sacrificed to the Kraken (tentacle monster impregnation)
Holly gets Impregnated by the Tentacle Alien, (tentacle alien impregnation)
Holly gets Kidnapped by the Tentacle Alien, (tentacle alien pregnant sex)
Holly gets Milked by the Tentacle Alien, (tentacle alien lactation)
Defiled, part I of Escape from the Tentacle Demons (tentacle demon horror)
Taken Alive, part II of Escape from the Tentacle Demons (tentacle demon horror)
Impregnated, part III of Escape from the Tentacle Demons (tentacle demon horror)
Ravished by the Clockwork Machine (steampunk dubious consent)
Breeding Her By The Beach: The Diary of a Tentacle Monster (tentacle monster impregnation)
Slave to the Tentacle Alien (tentacle alien Master/pet)
Interspecies Violation, part I of the Interspecies Sex series (tentacle monster impregnation)
Interspecies Penetration, part II of the Interspecies Sex series (tentacle monster impregnation)
Interspecies Domination, part III of the Interspecies Sex series (tentacle monster impregnation)
Dinner and a Show (FFF BDSM lesbian)
College Lesbian Bondage (FF rough sex lesbian)
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About the Author
Aster Zhen writes passionate erotica, with a focus on the dark side: BDSM, dubious consent and monsters of all kinds. She loves interacting with readers and learning from their feedback.
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This is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, organisations, and events or locales is entirely coincidental.
This story contains sexually explicit material, and is intended only for persons over the age of 18. By downloading and opening this document, you are stating that you are of legal age to access and view this work of fiction. All of the characters involved in the sexual situations in this story are intended to be 18 years of age or older, whether they are explicitly described as such or not.
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