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As I sheathed myself for the first time in Renee’s luscious young ass, I wondered for a moment about those unconscious signals. Did they come in the humiliating words I had just spoken? The degradation I had bestowed by implying that shameful comparison—what an ass should feel like, a subtle but very dominant hint that I had fucked a great many beautiful girls’ virgin bottoms?
Or did Selecta measure my skin galvanics? The rigidity of my erection? I thought of how Candy cried out when I used her anus—it could even be the force with which I thrust into that tight little ring, I supposed, or the leap my cock gave at each sob from the concubine under me as I fucked.
That thought made me upbraid myself a little, for failing to concentrate on the girl into whose ass my rock-hard manhood had begun to make its dominant way. Renee’s sweet bottom clung to my shaft deliciously. The alpha blood sang in my veins at the sight of my cock engulfed between her punished cheeks, the welts from her caning so prettily adorning them with the sign of her painful lesson.
The ideas that tended to float into my mind as I used a girl couldn’t easily be controlled, I knew, so I forgave myself for the wayward thought about Candy. Moreover, Candy would in fact be a very important part of finishing Renee’s training as my bed girl, once I got her home and began to use her on a daily basis.
A placement in which Renee serves her master or mistress alongside another concubine would perhaps be the best fit for her,the assessors had declared,thanks to the additional opportunities for humiliation such a home situation provides. Compulsory same-sex intercourse, as well as voyeurism of several different configurations, should assist Renee in discovering vital parts of her mind and even her heart and integrating them into her fully realized self.
I worked my fingers up into the roots of Renee’s lovely auburn hair, under her now-disheveled ponytail. She had lowered her face again, clearly not wanting to watch the high-resolution image on the screen. It showed my own view of my rigid penis impaling her bottom, relentlessly filling her tiny flower with my authority, inching into that tight, forbidden tunnel as she sobbed in discomfort at this newest lesson in obedience.
“Keep watching, my dear,” I growled, as I felt my fabric-covered lap come up against her round little bottom, my hardness balls-deep in her no-longer-virgin anus. “I want you to see how pretty you look with a cock in your ass.”
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Renee
I let out a wailing cry as I opened my eyes and saw.
Pretty.The picture on the screen didn’t look like anything I would have thought to call pretty before this moment. I saw Master Hendryk’s lap pressed against my whipped bottom. I saw just a little of the base of his cock, nested in a few curly golden hairs that had emerged from his open fly. I saw the belt that held me to the horse, and the tucked-up hem of my nightgown.
I saw him pull the rigid shaft out a little, and it seemed like the obscene, taboo image of the girl having anal sex for the first time came before I actually felt my master withdraw his thick manhood. I cried out at the sight, and the cry became a moan of discomfort and shame as the terrible sensation of fullness in my little bottom changed with the movement of the rigid penis in my narrowest place.
The massive girth of Master Hendryk’s cock held me much too open. He started to fuck my ass as I watched helplessly, my eyes fixed on the screen and my face burning. He thrust in and out slowly at first, using me, I could tell, at the rhythm that felt best on his erection. I heard the low, growling murmurs of his pleasure come from his broad chest high above me, and those sounds sent waves of heat to my cheeks and to my pussy in what felt like equal measure.
I had supposed I wouldn’t feel much if any arousal when I took the penis in my bottom for the first time. I found to my dismay, though, that the need had started to grow again inside my neglected vagina. Something about the sheer authority with which my master drove into me without any thought for my enjoyment of the unnatural act paradoxically brought arousal in the place he declined to stimulate as he used me in this humiliating way. The next time I moaned, the keening sound had in it a piteous rising note of beseeching.
Master Hendryk’s cock began to move faster, each surge into my no-longer-virgin anus stretching me further and bringing a new cry of discomfort, a new plea for his mercy in the midst of the pleasure my bottom clearly brought him. The inarticulate begging of my little noises became a single word.
“Please… please…” I whimpered. I added another word, the only one that came to my mind. “Please, Master… please…”
On the screen the image changed back to the medium view of the man fucking the ass of his newly acquired bed girl. The expression on my master’s face seemed like the direct opposite of the one on mine: I wore a mask of woe, tears of pain in my eyes and my brow deeply creased; Master Hendryk’s handsome face, framed in neatly styled but gorgeously flowing golden locks, seemed absolutely determined, fierce in an almost animalistic way—the look of a hunter in pursuit of his prey, or a judge intent on handing down a stern but fair sentence.
His hips moved vigorously, driving his hardness all the way into my backside with every thrust. The contrast of his immaculately tuxedoed form and my nearly naked one as he rode my bottom, immobilized for his use atop the horse seemed to grow even sharper. Master Hendryk would always wear the pants in his household, he seemed intent on making me understand, and as of ten minutes ago I belonged to his household—and to him.
Just like Candy,I thought, with a surge of mortification. Did Candy look pretty with a hard penis in her bottom? Of course she did—they must have designed her to look pretty in every submissive situation. Tiny, terrible fantasies of comparison drifted through my brain as Master Hendryk fucked my ass harder and harder, and the strange enchantment of submission took me to another place—subspace, Master G had taught me to call it.
Would Candy watch our master fuck my bottom? Would he make me watch him fuck Candy’s, and comment on our relative prettiness when taken anally?
Would he bring other men to fuck both our asses at once, to compare us more effectively?
I was sobbing with every breath, and I had closed my eyes and hung my head without even thinking about it—without even sensing that I’d done it, really, so deeply had my ordeal wrapped me into subspace. I felt Master Hendryk’s hands tighten on my neck and my hip. He let out a grunt, and his rhythm suddenly became jerky as his manhood pulsed in my bottom.
I whimpered as he came in my anus, his erection moving in and out with the little stabbing spasms of his pleasure.
“Thank me,” he growled, the words seeming to come from a thousand miles away. “Thank me for coming inside you, my dear.”
The mismatch between the tone in his voice and the wordsmy dear, which Master Hendryk uttered as if he were actually sayingyou little whore, made my heart quail. I felt my bottom wriggle on his still-hard cock, pushing with a helpless plea to withdraw at last and let my poor anus close and rest after its brutal first fucking. My mind—the part of it that could make words, anyway—struggled to return to my head.
My master pressed in a little further, as if feeling my distress and wanting to make it count as yet another disciplinary measure.
“Thank me, Renee,” he said again, leaning over me so that he could say it in my ear.
“Oh, God,” I whimpered. “Thank you… please… thank you, Master.”
“For?” Master Hendryk asked, his voice becoming a little gentler.
“Thank you for coming inside me,” I breathed.
