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“No!” I cried out, because I had thought myself as ready as I could ever be for the final horrible moments of my master’s strange justice, but not with the prince’s words in my ears and the sight of his hand under Viola’s skirt in my eyes.
But I heard the whistling sound, and I knew that the tension in my muscles would make the pain worse, and I couldn’t do anything at all about it except to try to tell Viola with my eyes that I did pity her despite my bottom being the one getting mercilessly whipped. The sound ended, and the fiery pain made me scream and sob.
“Ten, sir,” I choked out through my tears.
The sound began again almost instantly, and this time I found myself somehow relaxing into it. To my astonishment, the fear had departed: in seeing Viola’s desperately humiliated face, the need in her eyes for the terrible, stern treatment she really wanted and needed from Prince Hendren, for which she might never be able to ask without his degrading compulsion, I had actually become content with my own horribly degraded lot.
I screamed again when the bamboo whipped my poor bottom once more, but I felt the pain transform, and my hips bucked with both agony and the shameful pleasure Philip had allowed me. The governor curbed it… I felt the tingle and I knew the galaxy had just seen, on their screens, how much I needed my master’s stern discipline… but I had obeyed him, and the pleasure had grown further than it had before, because Philip knew how to train me properly.
“Eleven, sir,” I moaned.
I wanted to be his. I realized it then, deep in my soul, and I let out a racking sob, and the sound started again.
I wanted to belong to Major Philip Harrow, the arrogant asshole officer who had shown up at my door that morning and spanked me over the arm of my couch.
“Sir,” I whispered, still looking at Viola as the prince’s hand moved inside her panties, invisible to my eyes except for the hint of movement under the deposed president’s woolen skirt. I knew without needing to see—though a terribly naughty part of me desperately wanted to see—how very wet Viola’s pussy must be, how easily the masculine fingers inside her underwear slid up and down, and… and…
In.
The very thought, the simple prepositionin, that came to my mind just as the final cut of the cane arrived, made my pussy clench so hard that my scream had in it everything, it seemed to me: pain, pleasure, desire, aching need.
I needed my master’s cock so badly that I couldn’t imagine ever needing anything again if he would only fuck me until he had worn my body out entirely. On the governor’s highest setting… on any setting at all, it seemed to me… even the one where I felt nothing, and I could simply know that he liked to fuck me, that my pussy… no, my naughty little cunny… my hot, wet cunt… pleased him. That my mouth pleased him. That… that my virgin but already in training anus, tight and much too full of his hard penis, pleased him.
“Twelve, sir,” I sobbed.
Philip put the cane down on my back, with his right hand atop it. I shuddered, my whole body responding to the touch of the bamboo and of his fingers. I felt him grip me there, the spread of his hand reaching nearly across my whole back, just above where the stout leather belt held me to the punishment horse and just under where I could feel the lacy bra restraining me in its own way.
“Keep the cane here, Sara,” he instructed. The severity of the command, and the image of how it would look on camera—the whipped girl with the implement of discipline adorning her back—made me clench hard, so that my hips moved and I nearly disobeyed him an instant after he had given me the order.
He lifted his hand, and that made me bite my lip and frown. I closed my eyes so I couldn’t see what Viola thought of it and how it would—surely—allow the prince to take even greater liberties with her pussy. They hadn’t shaved hers the way Philip had shaved mine, I knew from the fleeting glances I had gotten during the deposed president’s spanking… and that thought made me newly terribly conscious of how bare my master had rendered me down there.
Then for a second time I had terrible trouble obeying the command to keep the cane on my back where he had put it, because I felt his fingers there, two of them hooking under the lace that ran between my legs. He pulled it out of the way, and I knew the cameraman would show the terrible moment in close-up, and I sobbed as my bareness became visible to the entire adult population of my world as an example of why they must obey their Magisterian masters the way I obeyed mine.
Philip tugged my panties out of the way, and he pulled the lace over my right bottom cheek so that I gave a little whimper of pain as the pretty fabric scratched the welts the horrible bamboo had made across my bottom-cheeks.
My backside squirmed, my hips moving again as I felt the governor curb my need and my shameful, illogical pleasure in the sting my guardian had left there.
I heard the prince chuckle. “You can see how Sara moves, my Artemisian friends,” he said, “just as you can see how Viola here responds to my hand inside her panties. Those are the joys of submission, and they’re available to every woman on Artemisia, now, at your local reparations center.”
As the prince delivered this public service announcement I sensed Philip moving around me, to my left side, and then I felt the movement of the air change in front of me. I knew that if I opened my eyes I would see my master there, and I knew the part of him I would see… the part I needed so badly. I heard soft sounds of moving fabric, and I took in a breath through my nostrils. I caught a naughty scent, the sort of scent I had always tried to ignore in my fleeting sexual encounters. The dark, musky scent of a man’s private places.
“Oh, no,” I whispered. “Oh, please.”
CHAPTER31
Philip
“Open your eyes, my dear,” I said. My voice sounded rougher to my ears than I had intended it, almost brutal in my own need—the ache in my hard cock that corresponded to the one in Sara’s sweet little cunny. I could have sensed it there in the naughty wet slit I had shown off to the camera even without the readout on the governor’s controller to tell me just how badly she needed me inside her.
She did—and she needed to have her cunny shown off, too. The degradation answered the moment perfectly. My harsh tone did too, as George immediately informed me.
“Oh, that’s nice, Philip. Three, a little tighter on his penis, please. Philip, hold on a second before you tell her to open her mouth, if that’s your plan. I want her eyes open first.”
In my hand, my erection leaped at the sheer naughtiness and the thought of how it would play to the Artemisian audience—as well as the federation one, probably even larger than the adult population of this planet, the vast majority watching for the simple titillation of top-notch voyeuristic entertainment.
Sara’s eyes opened, as if she could hear George’s cue. I saw her take in my cock first of all, and swallow hard. I saw the sweet frown break out on her face, and I felt the governor’s controller vibrate in my pocket to tell me her arousal had just surged.
The sight of the hard member that she would have to serve in her new life as my concubine had done to her body precisely what it should. With my own growing arousal, in that alchemical mixture even the greatest scientists of Magisteria had never had the ability to analyze fully, came a wave of affection for Sara.
