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He pulls me from the pen for the first time since he put me in here, must have been over a week ago. His stride is longer than mine, and I am forced to trot to keep up. I hate how small he makes me feel in every way. I hate how there’s this temptation to submit to him, to make this easy. But it can’t be easy. It has to be hard.
He takes me to his tent, the place that smells of his musk and is covered in the finest finery of his rather brutal nation. He has a bed. A real bed made of furs and pillows of some kind and I just want to sink into it…
I don’t have to wait long to get my wish. He takes me right to the bed and he lays me down over it. I don’t question the position, face down, ass up. I almost don’t care what he does to me as long as I get to lie here. Beds and pillows mean civilization and being a real person again not merely an animal to be broken.
“This will hurt,” he warns from above as he eases my jeans down my legs and off completely. I am allowed to keep my check shirt, though it is pushed up over my ass. Is he going to fuck me? I hope so. The only end to this ordeal is submission. “But you must learn that there are consequences for rebellion, and for outrageous speech.”
I really got under his skin with that little rant. I’ll remember that for future use.
SMACK!
Leather slaps against my skin, rhythmic strokes which land hot and get hotter the longer they have to sink in. This is a punishment, or at least it should be. It doesn’t feel like punishment. It feels like an intense pleasure that flares with every slap and stroke.
“Sink into the pain,” Equs purrs. “Let it warm you. This doesn’t have to hurt. It has to work.”
He is the strangest of creatures. He wants to dominate me absolutely and makes no secret of that. But there is no true cruelty in anything he does, even this whipping which lashes me and makes real heat flash through me.
Equs has not been angry even once. Not when I was accused of stealing his horses, not when I fled having stolen another horse, and not now, as he stands over me, a massive, powerful figure imparting stroke after stroke from that damn lash.
I can feel the pain turning to heat, turning to that dreamy light feeling of submission where want and desire lies. I have fought it so hard. I have fought him so hard. But the real enemy is inside me. It’s the soft little part of me that makes me want to give in, forget about my old world, my old life, my old self. He could erase me completely and re-write me, and I wouldn’t mind. Not now.
At least two dozen searing strokes of the lash land before he drops it and comes down next to me, his massive body crouched alongside mine. I can feel the drape of his hair over my back as he caresses me gently. I can see him for the first time. Or rather, I see it. His dick. His massive alien king cock. He has shed every bit of clothing and now when I turn my head, I see him almost as I would see an animal.
He is huge and heavy, extending from his body in a massive erection which intimidates me. I am not a virgin, but that cock makes me feel like one again. He is at least twice the size of any man I have ever seen, even on the porn channels, which are every channel on Earth now. Can’t turn around without having cock slapped in your face. That’s why I like my remote ranch. It’s separate from all the depravity of the cities and the global government’s constant pushing of new ideologies people don’t even have a chance to think about before being forced to agree with at risk of being unlinked from the universal income chain.
My world is a sick place full of people who wouldn’t know their own minds if they fell over them. I have always yearned for distance and for separation, for something that meant something. Horses were my first escape and they became my greatest love.
Until now.
Until my world got very big and then very small.
Until it became all about him.
He strokes my hair with his hand, running his fingertips against my scalp. He caresses me and praises me with soft words even as my ass burns. He has made me take everything he has to give, and still, he is not done.
“You are beautiful,” he murmurs. “You are precious, and you are rare. I want to be inside you. I want to make you my own.”
