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I whimpered at the sensation, feeling how despite the discomfort, I had begun to flow again with need. I felt my master’s hardness jump against my whipped backside, and I wanted his penis inside me again, in place of his lordship’s fingers, no matter how much it hurt. I squirmed backwards,began to move my hips in the rhythm of his caress, biting my lip at the mixture of pleasure and pain he bestowed on my newly-opened pussy.
“I’ll let your sweet little cunny rest,” he said, though, pulling his fingers slowly out of my vagina. “But I’m afraid you’ve gotten your master’s cock very hard again, my dear, and you’re going to have to take it in this little hole instead.”
I felt my forehead crease very deeply as he accompanied his words with the movement of his fingers. They found their way across the sensitive little space between my two most private places. They touched the wrinkly aperture where to my mortification my mistress had prepared me with the little bulb, cleaning me for a reason I had not known, but could guess all too well, now.
I felt a long, moaning sigh come from my chest, and I heard it, but it seemed to come from somewhere else, from someone else. I knew the feeling well, by this point—the detachment that seemed to let me experience these dark, shameful deeds as if it weren’t me undergoing them. Here with the stars before my eyes, though, and my master behind me, having just discovered that I could be happy not despite my bondage but because of it, the very sensation of floating out the window and into outer space seemed like a pleasure of its own.
I felt his strong hands arranging me, turning me a little further over onto my front, folding my right knee up almost to my chest. I whimpered when his fingers took the slick moisture from my pussy and spread it back to my virgin anus, and I cried out when he pushed one inside me, training me and easing the narrow passage.
Out among the stars, I watched Wetquim have her bottom prepared for fucking, and yet IwasWetquim at the same time. I didn’t know how I could possibly take my master’s massive erection in my tiniest hole, and at the same time I knew that my body belonged to him, and he would do it whether I liked it or not.
With my eyes fixed on the twin suns of Sheliak, I sensed his lordship looming over me, on his knees behind me, working my bottom more firmly on his invading finger.
“Your mistress taught you to open, when she cleaned you, my dear,” he said, his voice husky in that way that I had learned meant his desire for me had become urgent. “Open on my finger now.”
My cheeks flared with heat as I remembered what the baron must mean: the way Mistress Franla had taught me to expel the warm, soapy water she had filled my bottom with—the way of pushing that reminded me of an even more embarrassing act.
My master had hinted at this humiliation, yes… and my mistress had too. I felt I had known it: that my lord would take me this way—known it somewhere deep in the lower reaches of my mind, for what seemed like forever, despite it really having only been a few hours since I had even laid eyes on him.
I moaned helplessly as I felt his finger move there, relentlessly in and out, demanding my final submission, training me to give him forbidden pleasure. I felt suddenly as if the shameful, unnatural possession he intended had in fact waited in my mind for much longer, a terrible dark fantasy. From the moment I had first heard that some Kamnian girls were sent to the heart of the empire, to serve the masters who purchased them, Ihad somehow known that someday my master would fuck my bottom to teach me obedience and submission.
With a deep sob, I let my body remember the lesson Mistress Franla had taught with the little bulb and the warm water. I pushed, and I felt my tight little ring open further on his lordship’s probing finger.
“That’s it,” my master murmured. “What a good girl. What a sweet bottom.”
The idea that this degradation could only represent the final breaking of my spirit rose into my mind. As I felt the baron withdraw his finger, and then I felt him put something bigger against the tiny, wrinkly flower, I tensed, my emotions roiling, and I tightened, refusing entry to the iron-hard penis. I let out a little cry of alarm, half in fear for how it would hurt to have my master’s huge cock there, half in mental distress at the thought of yielding this most hidden, private part of my body.
“Shh, Wetquim,” his lordship said, his voice unexpectedly stern, as if the need embodied in his manhood’s rigidity would tolerate no delay. “Open this up now.”
He put his right hand on my thigh, just below my knee, which I had lowered a little as I tried to keep his hardness out of my bottom, and he bent it back again, holding me in place. The head of his cock, deceptively soft, pressed more firmly against the little hole. I let out a quiet sob at the sensation, at all the mixed-up thoughts and feelings it sent seething through my mind and body.
“Now, girl,” my master commanded, his arousal so clear in his tone that I shuddered at the sound of it.
The abrupt order frightened me, but it also spoke to me in a way that I knew the baron’s more tender words would never do. My submission answered his dominance: my spirit answered his. I knew at that moment that though it might not be so for any other spirited young woman, it was so for me: to yield my anus to my master’s cock represented not a shameful breaking but a triumph of my will and my understanding.
I needed to give him everything, even this. I sobbed again, and I pushed, my face going hot at the humiliation of it, and yet my pussy glowing with wanton, blazing need. To know that I had a man’s penis in my bottom, impaling me and filling me in that tiny, forbidden hole… that the penis belonged to the man who had paid a fortune for me and then escaped with me to the stars… that with this invasion he at last possessed me completely… it made my heart sing even as I cried out in passionate discomfort to have something that big and that hard there for the first time.
His lordship shifted his hands on my body as he began, slowly, to fuck my bottom. His left hand went to my thigh, in place of his right, securing me in place for his pleasure. His right hand, though…
I whimpered as I felt his fingertips on my pussy, finding more of my apparently boundless wetness.
“That’s it, Wetquim,” he breathed from what seemed lightyears above me. “Can you come with your master in your bottom?”
He thrust in deeper than he had yet as he spoke, stretching the narrow passage so far that I couldn’t keep back a little scream of agony. That pain transformed itself, though, in an instant, because my master’s fingers had spread my need to my clit and begun to rub there.
“Yes, Master,” I sobbed. “I… I think… I think…”
I did: I felt a climax burst inside me, not an overwhelming wave like the one I’d had as he fucked me against the bedpost, but a submissive little pulsing of pleasure, as if in tribute to my lord’s mastery over me. My backside squirmed on his thrusting manhood, and he grunted with the utterly masculine sound I had learned indicated that he had found a surprising pleasure in my yielding body.
“Good girl,” he said, and my whole body seemed to glow, the pain of my bottom-fucking becoming a sort of mark of pride—the suffering I would undergo gladly to please my master. My kind master, when he wanted to be. My brutal master, when I needed it.
I felt his cock harden even further, and again I found that I understood. My master’s and my mistress’ training had already taught me so much: his lordship would come soon. His seed would shoot into my bottom, to complete the claiming of his new concubine. I felt my back arch with the added stretching, together with the increasing urgency of the penis’ thrusts deep into my anus. I cried out, my hands clenching in front of me into tight fists as I felt his lap come all the way up against the thoroughly whipped cheeks of my backside.
It sent my consciousness spinning further out, far, far past the transparent metal of the window, into the binary star system. I thought of the semen my master had put in my womb. I wondered if it would grow into a baby, somehow certain that the baron would welcome the news of this new submission of my body to his, as he would welcome the chance to raise a child with me, here among the stars. I could see Mistress Franla, having left us for a new life in the Magisterian Federation, joyfullygreeting our growing family when we came to visit aboard theGravamir’s Joy.
His lordship gave a deep growl, and at the sound I came again, more strongly, bucking under his thrusts, crying out anew at the depth of his cock’s intrusion. His hands tightened on me, and then I felt the rigid shaft pulse as a shudder went through my master’s limbs, shaking me as well so that it seemed as if we had become one.
He held himself like that for a long time, so long that by the time he began to pull himself from my bottom, I had seen what seemed like the whole of our future: not one child but many, an orbital palace here in the Sheliak system, visits to Mistress Franla every year. The renewed House of Gravamir, among the stars.
