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The Dark Knight

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by Angela Knight

"What were you thinking when you watched me take her?"

  The feeling of those fingers pumping inside my pussy was slowly driving me mad. "I was thinking ... how big you were. How you stretched her ... I thought she wouldn't be able to take your width. I wondered if you'd stop if she couldn't ..."

  "And?"

  "I think .... I think you would have made her take it. You would have made her love it. Even that."

  He smiled. "But can you take me?"

  "It doesn't ..." I had to stop to whimper. "It doesn't matter whether I can or not."

  His smile grew darker. "You're right."

  With that he abandoned my dripping pussy and sought the hole the Dark One had so thoroughly oiled for him. I felt him part me. For several long moments he did nothing, just staring until I could feel my very backhole start to burn. Then, finally, he spread his fingers and put his thumbs on either side of my anus. Exerting pressure, he forced the hole to open. Again he studied it as I quivered in helpless anticipation.

  At last he slid his thumb inside, rotating his hand to screw it in. He gave it several slow, leisurely thrusts. I squirmed as my bung began to burn in protest.

  "Do you feel like a slave, Matia?" he asked suddenly.

  "Yes, master," I moaned.

  "Good."

  He pulled out his thumb and ruthlessly pulled me open as far as he could, then caught his cock in one hand and aimed it for my tortured bung. It began to enter me like a burning sword, a slow, endless, hot impalement, I jerked, only reduced to stillness by the pressure on my captive nipples.

  "By the Dark One's Double Pricks, Matia, you're tight..." he growled.

  And he was bigger than anything I'd ever felt, slowly stuffing me to bursting. So slowly. Kaska took his time with his anal conquest, only working his way forward by molten fractions as though intent on enjoying each bit of rectal territory he invaded. I had never felt so fucked, so overcome by male strength and male flesh. His cock felt like a column of solid fire inside me. I could only surrender.

  Yet even after my muscles relaxed, Kaska moved no faster, keeping his invasion slow and relentless as he slid in and out, stretching me wide.

  "That's it, Matia," he purred, bending to find my clit with his rough fingers. "Yield to my big cock. Taste the pleasure of enslavement, the dark delight of submitting to your master's rod. And I am your master."

  "Yesssss," I moaned.

  He began to pick up the pace ever so slightly, torturing my rectal walls with his broad shaft. "You've been dreaming about this for days, Matia, about the pain and ecstasy, about being vanquished and tied and reamed..."

  "Yes..."

  "And I've been dreaming about it too." Harder thrusts, going deeper, faster. "Dreamed of laying you on the cock altar, of seeing you dance for the whip, of bending you over and forcing your virgin backhole with hard strokes. Just...like...THIS."

  He was fucking me now far more brutally than he'd taken the blonde, as if too heated for any thought of mercy. But I didn't care. His stroking fingers were teasing pleasure from my clit, and his every withdrawal was a dark delight to match the pain of his inward thrusts. I began to lift my hips for him, savoring it all, ecstasy and agony in equal measure.

  "Am I hurting you, Matia?" he growled.

  "Yes..." I whimpered.

  "And you love it anyway."

  "Yes!" I could feel my thighs begin to twitch. "Oh, yes! Harder, Kaska!"

  "Yes!" And he began driving hard, fucking my ass deeply and mercilessly, until all I could do was buck and scream. My orgasm rolled over me in burning waves that matched each pitiless thrust, and I convulsed, my scream spiraling into screech.

  "Now..." he gasped, "now I'm going to...pump...you...FULL!"

  Dimly, I felt him ram to his full length. With a roar like a hunting hellcat, he began shooting jet after jet into my violated rectum.

  It was an hour later. Feeling stiff as an old lady, I bent slowly in front of the mirror in one corner of the Rape Chamber and craned my head to assess the damage. Bright pink stripes crisscrossed my ass, and my anus was dark and swollen. Just as Kaska had promised, his come leaked from it.

  "You're a cruel master, Kaska," I said. But there was a wicked smile on my face.

  "Am I? Perhaps I'd better inspect." The smile on my conqueror's lips was equally wicked. Reaching up from the pile of furs on which he lay, he tumbled me across his lap. "That is a delicious set of stripes," he said, stroking them delicately until I wiggled in a combination of pain and arousal.

  "It occurs to me, master," I murmured throatily, "that there are orifices of my body that have yet to experience your conquest ..."

  "Indeed?" He dipped his fingers into my sopping -- and thus far unfucked -- cunt. "I do believe you're right, slave. I'll have to do something about that ...."

  Sighing, I settled into the furs, preparing to be vanquished.

  From the corner of one eye, I thought I saw the black marble eyes of the Dark One's idol. Glowing bright red.

  I smiled.

  THE END

 

 

 


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