Fuck it. This was depressing. I'd rather engage in another round of self-abuse than throw a pity party, so I decided to dig out one of the sims and have at it.
I chose one I'd seen before -- something about a jungle commando and the courier he'd been ordered to stalk and kill. Being both creative and horny, he decided he had better uses for his lovely captive than wasting her. The sim was a favorite of mine because the commando reminded me a bit of Armand -- and what he did to his prisoner during the interrogation scene never failed to make me cream.
I was soon engrossed in watching him stalk the pretty little courier. When he pounced, she put up a gallant and thoroughly useless fight, which still ended with her naked and bound hand and foot. Anticipating what came next, I got the tube of lube out of the armoire and squirted the thick grease into my anus. I was definitely in the mood for a workout on the saddle.
"Rayna."
I jumped and spun, simultaneously sliding the tube under a pillow. Armand stood in the doorway, a large, gaily wrapped box tucked under one arm.
"You're finally back," I said, somewhat stupidly.
"It took a little longer than I expected." He held out the present. "I brought you something."
Flustered, I padded over to claim it. I was sharply aware of my own nudity -- and more than a little puzzled at the way Armand seemed to be making a point of not leering.
With my usual ruthlessness, I ripped into the gift, finding a long clothes box inside. Half expecting to see a red satin merry widow inside, I flipped up the lid -- to discover my Stellar Patrol gray uniform. Hiding a stab of pain, I made myself grin at Armand. "You want me to play dress up?"
"No!" He looked a little appalled. "No, I just wanted . . . Rayna, you've been acquitted. Your sentence will be overturned any day now. I understand you'll be restored to your past rank in the Patrol."
I gaped at him. "What? Is this some kind of joke?"
His eyes narrowed. "I don't make jokes like that."
"No, of course you don't." Bewildered, I sank down on the bed. "I just don't understand. How did all this happen?"
"I went looking for your former second-in-command and beat the living shit out of him until he agreed to go to the Interstellar Media with the file on Admiral Bryson's connection to organized crime," Armand said with grim satisfaction. "The whole thing hit like a starkiller nuke. The sonofabitch spilled to it all, including the way they'd framed you to shut you up. Apparently he thought if he sang long and hard enough, he could salvage his own career."
"You did all that? And they've overturned my sentence?" I blinked, totally stunned. "Armand -- why? Jesus, we've been enemies for years. You finally have me where you want me. Why would you risk yourself to clear my name?"
He shifted on his booted feet. I had the strangest feeling that he felt uncomfortable. "I know you may find this hard to believe, but I'm an honorable man. What was done to you . . . I couldn't stand by and let them get away with it."
"Yeah, but . . . ." I shook my head, at sea.
Armand sighed and sat down beside me. "Rayna, do you know you're the only woman I've ever wanted to rape?"
I stared at him. "I know you've threatened it enough, yeah. What has that got to . . . ."
"I've been obsessed with you since our first battle. At first I just wanted to fuck you once or twice, but as time went on, as I got to know the way you think, your courage, you . . . . I knew it wouldn't be enough." He paused, staring off into space. "Then it occurred to me that I could enslave you. Once I had you, I just . . . wouldn't let you go." He slanted me a look. "It seemed the only way."
"The only way to what?"
"The only way I could have you." He waved an impatient hand. "Rayna, you're the good guy, I'm the bad guy. It's not like we could date. I knew the only way I'd ever keep you was in chains."
"Then they put me up for auction," I said slowly.
"And I was pissed. You weren't what I'd believed. Hell, I suspected you'd even been fucking Will Tucker, and that really drove me nuts. But when I found out you'd been railroaded, I knew I couldn't just stand by." He gave me a sudden, cocky grin. I was struck by the sadness behind it. "But I'm warning you, if I ever do capture you in battle, your ass is mine."
I looked at him. "Why wait?"
He blinked. "What?"
"Butt-fuck me, Armand." I turned, knelt on the bed on my hands and knees. "Sodomize me. Rape my virgin asshole. I know you want to do it, you've been talking about it for years."
His smile was bitter-sweet. "Once for old times? I don't think so."
"Goddamnit, Armand, quit being so obtuse," I growled, suddenly impatient. Taking a deep breath, I enunciated carefully, "I do not want to go back to the Stellar Patrol!"
He gaped. "What?"
"It means a lot that you cleared my name, and I thank you for it. But I don't want the life any more. It was a lie. All that bullshit about honor and service, and they screwed me the minute it suited them. At least you had the grace to tell me you wanted to bend me over."
"You mean you actually want to be my slave?"
"Actually," I told him softly, "I have the feeling the slavery is mutual."
His incredulity shifted into wariness. "What do you mean?"
"I just realized something. All these years, you've been in love with me."
"Like hell," he growled. "I want to fuck you, yes. . . ."
"You love me," I insisted, "or you damn well wouldn't have deliberately taken the steps that would return my honor while depriving yourself of what you've wanted for years. That kind of self-sacrifice doesn't come from anything else but love." I took a deep breath. "And you know what? I love you too, you sadistic, villainous bastard."
A slow grin began to spread across his face. "You do?"
"Hell, yes. Why do you think I'm still here? If I didn't love you, that twit you've had bringing my meals would have found herself taken captive with one of those whips you've got hanging in the armoire. I would have been off this ship so fast I'd have left an ion trail."
His dark eyes narrowed. "Don't be so sure you'd have found it that easy."
"No? Prove it." Naked, I lifted my rump in the air inches from his face. "My ship is in flames around us, Armand. You beat the shit out of my second in command, and then you forced me to strip at gunpoint. You've greased my tight virgin ass, and you've got a hard-on up to your navel." I extended my arms behind me. "I'm at your mercy."
For a long moment he didn't move, just stared at me. Until, slowly, a cruel grin stretched his handsome mouth. "Too bad for you I don't have any." One of his hands clamped around both of mine so hard I gasped. He jerked my arms back, then reached out his other hand to smooth it over the curve of my fanny -- and between the cheeks, slowly pushing his way between, looking for the tight muscled opening. A blunt forefinger found it and forced it to spread, then burrowed deeply inside.
I gasped and arched my back at the penetration. "I'm a Stellar Patrol captain, you bastard! You'll regret this."
"Oh, I doubt that very much," he purred. "But you will." Suddenly levering my arms up, he forced my head down to thrust my ass high in the air. A second finger screwed its way deep. I groaned, only partly acting. "Considering what a hard time you're having with my fingers, my cock will split you wide."
"And I'll bet you'll love every second of it, you sadistic sonofabitch." I shivered, lust rolling through me in burning waves.
"Oh, yessssss." He circled his fingers, goring me. "I've had a hard-on for you the entire time we've fought, thinking about this moment." His voice dropped to a low growl, thrumming with lust. "My prick is thicker than my wrist, Rayna, and my balls are hot and tight. Ready to suffer?"
Moaning "oh yes," would be totally out of character, so instead I snarled, "Do your worst, bastard."
"Don't worry -- I will."
But instead he withdrew his skewering fingers and released my wrists. I felt the bed shit and heard the nightstand drawer slide open, but before I could turn around, he grabbed my arms ag
ain and began winding a length of rough rope around them. "For this I want both my hands free," he told me as I turned my head to peer anxiously at him. "I want to spread your pretty white cheeks and watch my cock impale your virgin ass."
As soon as he had me tightly roped, he opened his fly and released his cock. It was massive, flushed dark red and veined, and I licked my lips in a combination of nervousness and lust. This was going to hurt.
Grabbing my buns, Armand forced them as widely apart as he could. Then, at last, I felt the smooth, rounded head of his prick against my asshole.
"Aarrrrrmaaaaaannnd!" The entrance was nothing short of brutal as the immense organ drilled my anus, forcing it to dilate with relentless pressure. Yet Armand was thoroughly into his role, and he gave me no quarter, forcing his thick, cruel length deeper and deeper by slow inches.
Staring wildly back at him, I saw his demonic grin. He was no longer just playing at being a dominant conqueror sodomizing a helpless captive. He was my master. Raping my virgin ass was his right and his pleasure.
"No, please," I moaned, the pain searing my anal passage. "You're too big, I can't take it . . .."
"You can," he growled, "and you will." I could feel his furry balls against my rump now, and his entire flaming length driven right to my belly button. He began to reverse his stroke, pulling out slowly, so slowly . . . .
And I felt the first niggle of pleasure.
"God," he gritted. "You're even tighter than I expected, you feel so good gripping my cock, so hot, so . . . ."
Inward thrust, endless and burning.
"How does it feel, Rayna?" he purred. "All this cock in such a small hole?"
"It . . . Oh, it hurts. It's . . . you're too big . . . ."
"Don't worry . . . You'll find it easier . . . with practice."
Withdrawal. Pleasure growing through the pain like a rose working its way through a thicket of thorns.
Looking up, I suddenly realized I could see us in the mirror. He reared over me, his huge cock tunneling into my ass, fully dressed, his black ship suit stark against my white, naked body. His handsome face was fierce with triumph and lust and raw, stark pleasure. I moaned at the sight of him.
And surrendered.
The muscles of my violated sphincter relaxed, allowing him to thrust more smoothly, more easily.
"That's it, Rayna," he growled. "There's no point in fighting any more. You're conquered. Enslaved. Mine."
"Yes," I moaned.
"Say it!"
"I'm yours." Pleasure and pain, beating through me with each long tunneling thrust.
"You're my what?"
"I'm your . . .UH! . . .slave!"
He began to pick up the pace, drilling in and out. "And what happens to slaves, Rayna?"
"They get . . . OH! . . . They get slave-fucked."
"That's right." I could see him grinning like a wolf in the mirror. "They get bent over and spread wide, and their masters shove big, hard cocks up their little assholes." He began to ram me, punctuating each word with a merciless thrust. "IN and OUT and IN and OUT, until the poor slaves know they're totally at their masters' mercy. And their masters have no mercy."
The pain was barely noticeable now, nothing but a sharp counterpoint to the agonizing pleasure of his possession. And rising through the pleasure was the heat, the lust, the need to submit to him. "My enemy," I gasped, reveling in each cruel dig, "My pirate. You love . . . torturing my . . . asshole . . . ."
He rammed in so hard my breath left my lungs at the delicious agony. "Yes, I love it."
"Sadist," I whimpered. "Cruel conqueror. Come in my asshole, conqueror. Enslave me."
"Yesssssss." He rammed deep.
That last, brutal thrust slammed me over the bring. My climax washed over me even as he began to pump my violated rectum full of his come.
I lay on my belly, barely conscious. Armand curled next to me, both hands spreading my butt as he inspected the results of his ream job with lazy satisfaction. "You," he told me, "are a well-fucked slave."
I sighed. "I certainly am."
"As soon as I get my strength back, I'm going to whip your ass with a riding crop and do it again."
"Villainous bastard." My eyes slid closed.
"I certainly am." I was drifting off to sleep when he whispered, "And I love you."
"I won't tell anybody," I murmured.
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