Oh Ares, as he pressed it against her anus, a pleasure and need heretofore unknown erupted inside her, spreading through her body like a shockingly intense heat. She wanted more, there was no denying that, yet she still couldn’t quite accept—fathom—the possibility. Despite her desire, she wasn’t sure she was ready for something so unanticipated.
When he began to push, she said, “Wait!” peering back over her shoulder.
“No waiting,” he said simply, “and if I wasn’t so intent on getting the handle of thiscrop in your ass, I’d whip you with it.”
She sucked in her breath. The handle. Yes, she could see the fringed end of the crop pointing away from her. As she turned her head back to face forward, she recalled that the handle, covered with smooth black leather, was rounded, not braided. Somewhat, she thought speculatively, like a thin little cock.
“Ohhh!” she cried deeply as the crop slipped inside her, then deeper, deeper. “Oh! Oh Ares!” How could it be? So different than the pussy, not the same sort of pleasure at all and yet…still pleasure. Strange and astounding pleasure because it seemed so impossible, the idea so utterly new. It was as if Ralen had discovered an entirely unknown region of her body, as if it had been hidden from her all this time and suddenly, in the blink of an eye, he was delivering deep delights to her in this unforeseen way.
“Fuck it, vixen,” he said softly, and when she dared move lightly, carefully, against the crop in her ass, her husband groaned his approval.
She moaned, too, in a mixture of disbelief and joy at this new sensation she’d never even imagined.
“Yes, fuck it,” he commanded again, and she continued, still a bit wary, yet sinking into a slow comfort at the idea of having something inside that part of her.
When she dared glance back over her shoulder, she found Ralen’s gaze glued hotly to his task, and she wondered what it looked like to see her ass swallowing the crop. Her pussy went wetter at the image in her mind. Or maybe it was because she was moving and every movement brought the chain between her legs into scintillating contact with her clit.
Too much pleasure, too much pleasure. She began to feel lost in it, almost overwhelmed. Her arms were tired, her knees, too—yet nothing mattered but the
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sensations at her ass and cunt. She moaned, sinking deeper, deeper into the raw heat of it, the stimulation of the thin gold links, the shockingly good insertion of the riding tool, the lovely pleasure gained with each little thrust of her ass. She would come soon, yes, yes…
Only then he withdrew the crop!
She whimpered at the loss and thought she’d never felt emptier in her life.
“Wh-why?”
That fast, he managed to snap the fringed end of the leather against the softest part of her ass. The result was a ferocious echoing sensation through her poor pussy andbottom that nearly made her collapse with the intensity of her longing. “Because there’smore, vixen,” he said sharply. “Which you will not get if you continue to question me. Understand?”
Her mouth quivered. “Yes.”
“That’s better. Now,” he began, leaving her in order to return to the peg board,
“let’s try this.”
She looked up to see in his hand a smallish clay cock—bigger than the crop, smaller than the cock she and Bella had played with during Orientation. Smaller, but… it was to go inside her ass? She at once longed for it but dreaded it—it was too big for that newly opened spot. And it was all she could do not to protest, but she struggled to keep her mouth clamped tightly shut. She watched over her shoulder as he dipped his fingers into a jar of something wet, then smoothed them over the tool, making it glisten.
Her teeth chattered nervously when the blunt end of the toy cock nudged heranus—then, dear Ares, he pushed firmly, making her cry out as it sunk deep. “Ohhh!” She thought she was crying out from pain, but just as quickly, discomfort abated, leaving her with a stunning sense of fullness in a place she’d never expected to be filled,and a sense of her own sexuality so hot and dirty that she’d never experienced anything like it. In that strange, transforming instant, she became wild and hungry, truly wanting to be everything he wanted her to be, wanting to do his every bidding, please hisdarkest whim.
“How does that feel, vixen?” he asked from behind her.
Her lips trembled from the overwhelming pleasure of being his slave. “Brutally good,” she said on a shaky voice.
Her husband’s deep sigh was all she needed to hear to know the answer had pleased him. As he began to move the clay cock slowly in and out of her ass, she clenched her teeth at the pure sexual being she’d just become. Nothing mattered but sensation. She ceased to think, to reason, to worry, to wish or to plan. Nothing mattered but the tool in her ass and the incredible knowledge that she was genuinely succumbing, becoming what he wanted her to be. Hot, so hot. Everything inside her burned with an unrefined lust and desire so deep and dark that she’d never imagined it could exist.
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She moved against the clay cock, amazed when it began to glide more freely in theorifice, even more amazed when the pleasure deepened, threatening to swallow her. The thin gold links between her thighs rubbed deliciously through her pussy, chafingher clit, centering all she was in the region of her ass and cunt. She was nothing else butthose parts of her body in that moment, lost in the sensations, drowning there—a most wonderful, powerful drowning.
She cried out at the raw pleasure. It was tinged with pain—she felt it somewhere around the edges of her anus—but the pleasure was so great that it embraced the pain. The hint of pain made it even better. She wanted to hurt for him.
Behind her, he growled in clear response to her mewling cries, and she found herself languidly licking her lips, sinking, sinking, knowing ecstasy was near. Rub me,my little gold chain. Rub my clit. It was swollen—she could sense that—swollen and protruding through one of the thick links, making the contact all the sweeter.
Soon. So soon. Any second now. Closer…closer…
Then Ralen’s hand was at her back—and he unhooked the chain so that its end dropped free from her belly onto the table below her.
She howled her frustration as the loss roared through her—and Ralen answered by slapping her ass, hard.
She cried out again, angered, but was forced to bite her lip at the jolt of pleasure thehot blow sent crashing through her nether region. Everything was pleasure and arousalnow—everything.
And then—oh Ares!—he was suddenly in her, thrusting his thick, solid cock into her hungry pussy, making her cry out yet again. This time all pleasure, no pain. Shewas impossibly full—filled in both cunt and ass—and if she’d thought the sensations were overwhelming before, they were nothing compared to this.
“Oh, Ralen!”
“That’s right, vixen,” he uttered through clenched teeth. “Say my name. Tell me who fucks you hard and deep.”
“Ralen,” she whimpered. “Ralen.”
Her arms went weak—too much pressure on them for too long and too much pleasure from behind—and she sank down toward the table. She waited for him to complain, or smack her ass, but he simply kept fucking her, his strokes thorough and reaching, perhaps deeper than she’d ever felt him in her before. Amazingly, while he looped one arm around her waist, he continued to deliver small thrusts of the clay cock with his free hand, in time with the drives in her pussy, filling her to overflowing with each plunge of both. Her whole body shuddered with the crushing pleasure.
Her cries were wild—she was lost to Ralen and heat and sex, and the spell was broken only when he said, “Spread your legs.”
She wasn’t sure exactly what he meant, given her position on her knees, but she tried, parting them as much as she could across the table as he fucked her.
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He bent over her then, his warm hard chest grazing her back, and the hand around her waist dropped t
o her cunt. Two big fingers began to stroke the right spot—rubbing in hot circles over her poor, swollen clit. Her pussy and ass were still full, and thisadded sensation took her to a place of instant perfection.
She yelled out with heated abandon, aware of nothing but brazen joy and the man who delivered it so shockingly well. And this time he wanted her to come—she knew. He wouldn’t stop, or take anything away. This time he wanted to draw the pleasure from her with his thrusting cock and skilled fingers turning in hot little circles…turning,turning…so sweet—sweet and hot and making the sensation gather in a tight ball just beneath his touch…and then… Oh! It broke over her like a fury, raining down from the
sky. Her whole body was swept into the tumult of pulsing pleasure, and the sounds that left her were no longer just mere cries, but his name. She was yelling it. Screaming it. “Ralen! Ralen! Ralen!”
When the storm inside her subsided she collapsed beneath him completely, and just
as quickly he pulled out of her—both her ass and her pussy—leaving her to feel agonizingly empty with the sudden departures…until he growled his own release and the sweet hot bursts of his fluid warmed her ass.
Even in exhaustion, she instinctually thrust it higher for him, and then came his hands, rubbing it in, into her rear, and into the opening at its center. Again, she found herself wondering what it looked like now, now that it had been so thoroughly fuckedby Ralen’s toy. Open, she thought—she could tell because as he rubbed the warm liquidin, his fingers sank inside in short but full thrusts, at least two of his large fingers, withroom to spare.
“My ass is open wide for you,” she heard herself murmur without forethought.
His low groan was rife with heat. “Yes, vixen. So very open, your sweet little ass.”
Still resting in front of him, her knees drawn up to her chest, she sighed, feeling a lazy smile of satiation form on her lips as she licked them. So pleasured. She was so very pleasured and so very pleased to have given such pleasure to her man.
But then— oh Ares! What was happening now?
Something else was slipping into her ass, something new and different.
She began to moan softly as it slid in with relative ease. She wasn’t sure she could take anymore at the moment, yet at the same time, she desired it. “Wh-what…?” shemumbled mindlessly.
“Another toy for your ass.” He pushed it deeper, and when it began to meet resistance, he pushed more.
She yowled at the burst of pain—and then it ceased, that quickly. It was as if the object had suddenly sunk home, slid into place somehow, found purchase. In fact, shebecame aware that Ralen no longer pushed, and if she wasn’t mistaken, his hand no longer held the anal toy in place. But something tickled her below, on her ass and thebacks of her legs, drawn up beneath her as they were.
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She peeked over her shoulder and, unable to see anything from there, was forced to push back up on her hands, stiffening her elbows.
A cluster of thin leather strips appeared to protrude from her ass, a large tuft of thick fringe hanging down. She gasped, then met Ralen’s dark, feral eyes behind her.
Stepping down off the table to take in the profile of her body, he looked supremely pleased. “Would you like a better view?”
She nodded, her breath coming a bit labored from confusion…as well as the fact
that she was, in effect, still being fucked in her ass.
He stepped to the wall and drew down a swath of black silk that had hung unnoticed, up to now, near the pegboard—to reveal a large viewing glass. Its sharp, jagged pieces revealed a shocking sight, especially given that she was situated on hands and knees. “It looks like a horse’s tail,” she said, a bit breathless.
“That must be why I enjoy the way it looks on you so much.”
His confirmation was as shocking as her appearance at the moment. She darted her
gaze to his, and as usual, the look in his eyes was enough to bury her, make her forget everything but sex…and an ounce of fear and intimidation. An oddly stirring combination.
He moved forward, smoothing his palm from her shoulder down the arch of her back and up onto her bottom. “You’re my lovely little filly, Teesia,” he purred darkly. “My little filly who I love to ride.”
Her mouth went dry. She wanted to hate him for this. But her pussy tingled with heat and her nipples felt as tight and sensitive as ever, locked as they were within theirrings.
She didn’t hate him. Despite herself, she loved that she pleased him.
He moved in to deliver a long, firm kiss and she kissed him back with all that was in her, meeting his tongue, tasting his mouth, drinking in the scent of him.
When the kiss was through, he reached for the gold chain dangling from her stomach, stretching it between her legs and reattaching it in back. “Goodnight, vixen,” he said when he was done.
She bit her lip, suddenly distressed. “I am to sleep with this thing inside me?”
“Yes,” he said on a short nod. “And don’t even think about removing it or you will sleep prone, with your limbs stretched. I think you’d much rather have your ass stretched instead.”
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The next day held activities she was beginning to become accustomed to. The first thing her husband did was extract the tool from her ass and insert a slightly largerone—this one, too, sporting the tail of fringe, and fashioned in such a way that it stayed in place on its own.
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When she asked about that, he showed her the one he’d just removed— it grew slightly wider toward the base in a coned shape, then curved drastically inward so that once the base was pushed inside, her anus closed around the thinner part, trapping thetoy inside until removed by the handle, which was wrapped with the leather fringe.
He fed her again, and fucked her again—taking turns with the two and keeping heron hands and knees so he could enter her without removing the tail.
He also brought in a basin of water and a sea sponge, with which he bathed her. This was a new addition to their encounters and the moist sponge gliding over her already so-very-sensitized skin only added to her arousal.
Her nipple rings stayed on the whole time, seeming to tighten around her further, making her always aware of the puckered peaks of her breasts, always in a state of excitement—and the chain, too, stayed hooked except for when he entered her.
When he fucked her, as always with Ralen, supreme pleasure became her reward, and it seemed worth all she endured—like the prize at the end of a game.
When he was away, Teesia sometimes came back to herself a little—able to shut out the memories of sex, and his searing eyes and the touches that made her melt inside. She could lie on the table, eyes closed, and think about home, her sisters, her parents, Bella—a life that had seemed normal.
Yet having to always lie on her side was a constant reminder of the tool in her ass, and the tickling fringe kept in her mind the thought of being his “filly,” his…pet. The constant fullness there, when added to the nipple rings and the chain on her pussy, turned her arousal into something she could never fully escape, even in sleep.
Ralen had been correct when he’d predicted dirty dreams for her—she had themconstantly, in waves, so that fucking and lust for more were truly becoming her whole world. In sleep, she saw her lover’s face, his cock, she felt his touch, his kiss. Sometimes she thought she even orgasmed while asleep, and was left to wonder—if you came in a dream, were you really coming physically or was it only in your mind? And did it even matter? For the pleasure was just the same.
When she opened her eyes, she was surrounded by whips and clay cocks and chains, the sinfully ornate bed across the room, and the oversized viewing glass on the wall that now reflected her state of sexual helplessness whenever she glanced in that direction.
So when Ralen returned that evening, and said, “If you’ll be a good little filly, I will unchain you fo
r a while,” it never occurred to her to run. The very idea of getting off thetable was so pleasing that she wanted only to luxuriate in that comfort—to stretch herlegs, walk about the room.
No, she thought of running only as she padded slowly across the floor on weakened legs, bracelets and ankle cuffs still in place, the object in her ass feeling moreprominent as she moved. The notion came when she caught sight of the big wooden doors, and the idea passed through her mind only fleetingly—because it would be foolish, because she didn’t want to leave.
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She would enjoy having a more normal sort of life again, yes, but only if Ralen
wanted her to have it.
A shocking notion, and she knew she should hate herself for feeling that way, but she couldn’t fight it. Everything he’d done to train her had worked. With stunning ease. She was his now—his sex slave.
Ralen sat in a chair, watching his vixen bride walk quietly about the room. He enjoyed the sight of her tail, not only because he knew it was stretching her ass for him,but because she wore it so docilely, like it was a part of her now. His naughty little filly. He loosened the lacings on his pants so that he could stroke his hardened cock as she walked.
The sight of her beautiful breasts, the nipples held taut in their rings, and her pussy,bound by the chain at her waist, added to his stiffness. Even the jewels at her wrists and ankles continued to excite him. It all reminded him that she was his, and her pure
beauty pleased him all the more.
When she stilled across the room to look at him, he said, “Keep walking about for me, wanton.” Her eyes dropped briefly to his erection and he saw the spark of desire glitter in her gaze as she turned to pace away from him once more, her sensual tail swaying behind.
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