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Suddenly it seemed as if many things were happening at once—as if the pleasure and the pain had disoriented my mind so thoroughly that the sequence of time itself had ceased to have meaning.
A sort of thump came to my ears from the floor, and I understood that it could only represent my master shrugging his robe off.
His lordship’s right hand moved over my whipped buttocks, two of his fingers hooking into the narrow ribbon that ran betweenthem, to tug it out and aside, stretching it across my right bottom cheek.
I heard myself whimper as I felt how available my master had made me, by pulling away that bit of protection from the places over which he had just so forcefully stated his control and his ownership.
My hips bounced, making me moan and sob, making me spread my knees so that I could feel more of the knob’s wanton vibration.
The head of my master’s cock was there, moving firmly up and down the cleft of my pussy, as if telling me that I must prepare to have it inside me, as deeply and as forcefully as he wished to thrust it.
I gripped the bedpost very hard, looking up to see how my wrists were cuffed and attached to the wood. How my knuckles whitened with the force of that desperate grasp. How I had no choice, bound to my master’s bed, but to serve him and to give him the pleasure for which he had purchased me.
The firm but supple knob at the end of the baron’s penis found the opening to my aching sheath and slid inside. A flash of heat came to my cheeks as I felt just how easily he’d inserted it and brought it up against the barrier of my virginity, thanks to the wanton need between my legs.
“Wetquim,” I whispered, suddenly feeling my spirit rise up inside me and sensing how it had changed and turned itself in a new direction—how it had found an unexpected, naughty way to remain unbroken. Even as I felt the blush in my face get hotter, I felt the pleasure inside my soaking panties grow into a raging fire.
“I’m so wet, Master,” I moaned. I swallowed hard, trying to discover whether I could say the filthy words that had risen to my mouth.
My master put his hands on my hips, stilling me, stopping my desperate bouncing, making me whimper with frustration. He pulled his hardness out a centimeter, and the words came bursting from my chest.
“Please fuck me, Master,” I sobbed. “Please.”
The baron’s response came in the form of a firmer grip on my hips, and then, as I cried out in alarm at how near lay the fulfillment of my shameful plea, a brutal thrust of his hips. His huge, rigid manhood drove into my pussy, and my cry of fright became a scream of agony as he ripped through my virginity at last and filled my vagina with his iron-hard cock.
I felt his mouth come up against my ear, and despite the terrible discomfort of his invasion between my legs, an electric thrill of ecstasy sent a shiver through my body at the warmth of my master’s breath against my cheek.
“Good girl,” he murmured. “Time to come on Master’s cock.”
I shook my head. I felt certain I could never have a climax that way, with him opening my pussy much too wide, holding his rigid penis in much too deep.
But then he began to move, very gently, only a millimeter or two, still using his hands to control my hips, but using that hold to move my clit against the buzzing knob. I kept shaking my head, but the reason had changed completely: now I didn’t think I could survive coming that way, because the pleasure seemed much too great for my body to endure.
Gradually the baron made his thrusts longer and deeper, so that his lap came up against mine as if to remind me of my whipping. The agony of the paddle had faded into the dull glow I had already come to know so well, and each little reawakening of it seemed to bring the climax closer, making me sob and cling with all my strength to the bedpost as if it were the only thing anchoring me to the real world.
I lowered my eyes a little, and I saw the galaxy in front of me, through the enormous window, all the stars my master had given me, and I started to come. I lost myself in the view, and the detached observer seemed to watch my first fucking from a red star, in the very center of the window.
My body shuddered as the baron kept fucking me and fucking me, his cock moving faster and faster, seeming to become ever harder at the delight he so clearly found inside my pussy. He moved his right hand to my shoulder, his left remaining on my hip, and he fucked me so hard that I knew the force must come from his own helpless need. Each of the growls from deep in his throat that came with every thrust now seemed to bring a separate little burst of pleasurable release inside my pussy as I understood how very much he enjoyed possessing me.
Then at last I felt his hips jerk in a suddenly irregular rhythm, and I felt his hot manhood pulse the same way it had in my mouth, when I had done my kneeling service. I let out a tiny whimper at the feeling, at the knowledge that my master had put his seed inside me, where it might make a baby.
Vaguely, I sensed him unfastening me from the bedpost, lifting me up, laying me down in his enormous bed so that I could see the stars right in front of me. He got into bed behind me, and he held me, kissing me along my jaw, on my ear, the back of myneck, so that I sighed as my body, sore from my lesson and my exertions, began to relax.
Slowly, my thoughts began to come back together into something resembling reason.
He had hesitated, I remembered. He had given me that moment to think about myself, about my spirit, and to undergo that last, decisive transformation. I might have found my way there anyway, I supposed, but as it had happened, my master had let me decide—even though what I had decided was to beg him, to plead with him to thrust his cock inside me, to take me, to use me as he saw fit. I loved him for that, as strange as I knew it would have seemed to me just a day ago.
I had projected myself far, far outside theGravamir’s Joy, out into the far reaches of the galaxy. I thought about my master, and I thought about myself, there among the stars, for what could have been long hours or mere seconds. Ideas and emotions, memories and sensations, began to settle into a sort of new constellation, or maybe a new way of looking at the constellation that had always been there. I had seen it from Kamnos, and then from Vion Prime, and now I could look at it from this moving starship—traveling, I knew, at almost the speed of light and yet from the perspective of the stars, not seeming to move at all. The constellation ofme: of Chalondra of Kamnos… of…
I swallowed hard, my body seeming to return to me after a long absence. I could feel my master’s hands on me, doing something that made me whimper: pulling down my tiny, lacy panties at last, baring me completely. Responding to some deep impulse from the dark parts of the galaxy I had found inside me, I tried to resist—not physically, not in any bodily way, but in my head. I tried to keep thinking about myself as Chalondra of Kamnos,rather than as the name my master murmured into my ear as he reached over my hip and put his hand between my legs.
“Wetquim,” he breathed. “Such a tight little cunny, so wet and so warm. It felt so lovely on my cock, too. Is it very sore?”
I felt my inner resistance fall, and for the very first time I enjoyed the experience the way I knew I should. I submitted to his hand, to his voice, as he explored my no-longer-virgin pussy with his fingertips so very gently.
“Yes, Master,” I half whispered, half sobbed, my mind flashing back to the feeling of his rigid manhood inside me, thrusting harder and harder, changing me forever down there, making me his so thoroughly that I seemed to inhabit a completely new world now.
I felt him stir against my bottom, his penis coming back to hardness as if at the thought of the discomfort he had left between my thighs. The thought rose into my mind that his pleasure in punishing me, his need to leave his marks upon me, only represented the complement to my own need to submit. I had pushed such thoughts away, over and over, ever since the elders had brought me to the basement of the village house and put me in the cage. This time I didn’t try to deny the fact of my spirit’s submissive nature: I welcomed it, because I knew the nobleman with his fingers inside me, awakening the soreness his enormous, hard cock had left, was the sort of master to whom I would gladly yield everything.
