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My release was all-encompassing, transcending my fear and humiliation.
“Good girl,” he chuckled as I dangled above the floor, replete and panting. “Now it is my turn,” he warned as he slowly lowered me down a few feet till I was trussed in my binds right at his hips.
I was too dazed and overwhelmed to embrace the impact of his words. It was not until I felt a cool ointment being spread between my bottom cheeks that I reacted.
“What is that?”
“It is more of Tore’s salve. It will help you accept my cock up your ass without tearing.”
“No! You cannot mean to do this to me. You will kill me!”
“You will be in pain, but trust me, you won’t die.”
Squirming within my binds, I tried to lift my hips and contort my body in a desperate effort to resist his touch. It only earned me another stinging spank to my right cheek.
Dagr positioned his brawn between my legs. Looking down my leather-trussed body, I watched in abject fascination as he fisted his cock. It was as if he held a wild animal. Thick, swollen and pulsing, it seemed to turn an angrier red the more he handled it.
My breath came in short, frantic gasps. Everything swirled about me. The contorted shapes of the antlers and horns. The smell of our warm skin which held the musky scent of arousal and sweat. The imagined sound of my own pounding heart. The bite of the leather restraints as they stuck to my damp skin, further restricting my movements.
Placing his hands on my upper thighs, he pushed down. My hips slipped lower as the belt moved up higher on my back. My bottom was now obscenely on display as my legs opened wider. I clung to the leather straps to keep from falling.
“I’m slipping.”
“You’re not.”
“Please! I’ll fall.”
“You won’t. Now tell me, where is my cock?”
As he ground out the words, I could feel the tip of his cock against my tight entrance.
“Please! You—”
“Where is my cock?”
The head pushed forward. Instinctively, I clenched down, tightening the puckered entrance, refusing him entry. The salve, warmed from the heat of my body, began to drip down the crease of my bottom, tickling my skin. Placing his hands on my thighs, he pushed again. This time, eased by the heated salve, the head began to crest, pushing through my resistance. I tried to clench harder. Still he pushed. I could feel my body being forced open. There was a burning, stretching sensation, then the head pushed through. The momentary release of pressure was almost satisfying till I felt him thrust forward. His thick shaft was driving deeper into my body.
“It hurts!” I screamed. “Stop!”
“No,” came his ruthless, curt reply.
His shaft pushed forward, forcing my body to accept him. I could feel every inch as my muscles strained and clenched.
“Where is my cock?” he asked again.
“In me,” I whimpered.
Digging his fingers into my thighs for purchase, he pulled back and then thrust forward.
Screaming, my whole body bucked as the antler chandelier I was trussed to swayed and rocked.
“Where is my cock?” he shouted.
“In my ass. In my ass, oh God,” I screamed in return.
He pulled free.
I sobbed with relief, but it was short-lived. After waiting the sparest of moments for my body to close in on itself, he thrust forward again, violently forcing my bottom hole to accept every inch of his thick shaft.
I screamed in agony. The burning hot pain pierced me straight through. My stomach twisted and clenched. It felt as though he were severing my insides.
“Take it. Take every inch,” he commanded through clenched teeth.
My only response was a pitiful wail as he pummeled my body with his cock.
As his thrusts gained in ferocity, my own body began to sway in its binds, back and forth, complicit in its own torture as his cock drove deeper and deeper with every swing.
My entire world was centered on his touch and the pain.
“Damn, your ass is tight. I can feel you clench and grab at my cock with every thrust.”
“Please, it hurts.”
“This is a punishment. It’s supposed to hurt. I want it to hurt. I want you to feel every painful inch of my cock as I remind you who is in charge of you and your body.”
His hands cupped my bottom as he lifted me up, relieving the pressure of the leather belt against my back and legs. With his steadying grip on my body, his thrusting increased, each powerful shift of his hips hitting me like a punch.
I felt bruised and used. My body ached as my stomach cramped from the onslaught.
Still he thrust. Still he pounded into my flesh. Possessing me. Owning me. Dominating me.
A sick, primal curl of emotion unfurled deep within me. Despite the pain, the idea of him taking me, claiming me, called to some raw, dark corner of my psyche.
