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“If you start to come, Sara,” my master said, “I’ll turn the governor down and make sure you don’t. You need to learn to control yourself even without its help.”
“Its… help…” I echoed, my libido-fevered brain trying to take apart all the complexity and degradation of the words and concepts involved.
I understood, below every other thought, that Philip really did mean this for my benefit. I knew that along the path he had started to set for me—forus—lay greater pleasure and fulfillment than I could ever have imagined that morning.
And greater love,whispered something even deeper. Somewhere inside me I reflected suddenly that both egalitarian worlds like Artemisia and patriarchal ones like Magisteria had moved away from traditional monogamous marriage, for apparently very different reasons. Suddenly it seemed to me that though many of those reasons did indeed contradict one another, the most important one was the same: complicated people like me, Philip, Viola, and maybe like every human being at some level, needed complicated arrangements to express their love in the fundamental way, physical, mental, and emotional, where they really felt it.
“Oh, no,” I sobbed, as my master moved the head of his hard penis back and forth between my private lips so teasingly that my hips had begun to tremble violently, my backside to squirm as I tried with shameful urgency to take him inside my needy little cunny.
“Will you try for me, Sara?” Philip asked, his voice suddenly much more gentle. “Will you try to be my good girl?”
“Oh, no,” I repeated, this time in a whisper. How could he ask it of me? Why?
Because he wants you to be his. He wants your obedience, because you know he loves you and wants you to feel as much pleasure as your body can stand—the kind of pleasure that only he can give.
His cock moved back to the place it belonged. It pushed in just a little. I clenched hard, and I didn’t feel the governor moderate me. I moaned long and low as I realized he had turned me all the way up.
“Yes, sir,” I sobbed.
My master didn’t delay. He reached the hand that had held his rock-hard manhood up my back and took hold of the strap of the lacy bra, like a rider taking his mount’s reins, and he thrust in hard.
The ecstasy that rocketed through my body as he entered me and filled me with his huge erection seemed for a moment impossible to control. I knew with every scattered part of my mind that I would come in a microsecond and nothing could stop it. Never in my life had I tried to keep myself from an orgasm, and so even with the experience Philip had provided me with, of the governor’s operation on my clit, I almost missed the moment—a nanosecond long, it felt like—when I could send myself somewhere else, not far but at enough of a distance to obey my master’s command.
And because he started to use me, to fuck me, to ride me very hard from the very beginning, if I had missed it I knew I would instantly have started coming. I wouldn’t have been able to stop for days, either, it felt like from the way my body responded to his. My hips rose with each firm thrust, my back arched against the restraints and against his hands.
I cried out as my head reared back and I did look over at Viola, feeling how my face glowed somehow both with shame and with triumph. I had a cock in me, and she didn’t. I had a master who knew how to fuck me, and her attempt at betrayal had only given me this ecstasy—even if I wasn’t allowed to come yet.
And I took pride, suddenly, in my degrading training. Viola could never have kept herself from orgasm the way I did now, though it made my sob as I pushed away the release, somehow, put my desperate need for that final burst inside me in a different place and waited for Philip to permit it.
The prince had on one level honored whatever commitment he had made to preserving the modesty of the deposed president: her skirt remained down, still reaching nearly to her knees. On the other hand, his obvious, freely moving hand beneath made a mockery of that hollow promise. Viola’s face had become a mask of forced pleasure: His Royal Highness had clearly not withheld permission as my master had, and my betrayer was coming harder, I felt certain, than she ever had in her life.
That sight made it harder to keep from coming myself, but I did it, even though Philip’s hands moved, one to my hip and the other to my shoulder, so he could hold me even more tightly than the leather straps could, and slam his cock into my pussy with a force that felt like a jackhammer breaking through stone, crushing it like the marble in the mansion’s drive.
“That’s it,” he murmured. “Good girl.”
For a moment I thought he would give the word, but I found in mind enough reason and obedience to keep the crashing wave at bay. When he pulled his hardness from my pussy and I understood the terrible degradation he would visit on me now, the answering need inside me—no, inside the other Sara, the naughty one—formed the plea on my lips.
“Sir… oh, please… no…”
I didn’t mean it, and I even said it not meaning it, because I knew what my master would say.
“Yes, Sara. You need this, and your world does too.”
I realized that I might well never fully agree with him—even with him, Major Philip Harrow, the man to whom I intended to give myself completely—that Artemisia needed to see a proud young woman, the former secretary of public relations, fucked in the ass on worldwide video. I could never deny, however, that Sara Granzofar needed it.
I sobbed as I felt the head of his cock press between my whipped bottom-cheeks and push firmly against my anus. Slick with my wantonly flowing pussy’s wetness, I felt him enter there, and I felt how the mortifying training he had given me with the plug had readied me for this final ordeal.
I cried out, and I pushed, and I absorbed my master’s hardness in my tightest and most shameful place.
“There we go,” I heard the prince say, his voice triumphant. “The subjugation of Artemisia is complete, as you can see. Reparations have begun.”
I had bowed my head. I had no reason to look at the prince, much less Viola, ever again. I wanted to see Philip’s handsome face, but I felt intensely that I shouldn’t, right now… not until he decided I should look upon him, my conquering master, again. I felt the scratchy fabric of his uniform against my bottom, and I whimpered just to release some of the depth of need and lust and love welling in me.
Then I moaned with the stretching of having his massive penis inside such a little place. He had filled me up too full, and the soothing movement of his hands on my bare skin told me he knew how hard a test he put me to.
One of those hands rose, and then I heard Philip’s voice say very calmly, “Your governor comes with a special modification, Sara, that Prosperian wives don’t usually have. Since this broadcast will be restricted to men on that world, it does no harm to reveal to the rest of the galaxy that some governors can alsogivepleasure, as well as taking it away.”
My lips parted and my eyes went wide.
