Chapter 25
Mike
Laura’s untried pussy, so provocatively hidden behind her smooth, sealed labia, must have clenched very hard at my promise not to be entirely gentle as I took her anal virginity.
She whimpered, and I could see the helpless spasm travel all the way to her adorable buttocks, rosy with their beautiful new tangle of welts.
My cock swelled against my thigh as I contemplated the prospect.
I let my fingers linger on her adorable cheeks, feeling the raised flesh of the whip’s marks.
I breathed in deeply through my nose, taking in the tangy fragrance of needy virgin pussy—all of it displaying the satisfying results of the difficult lesson I had just taught my gorgeous girl, with the assistance of the martinet.
As I pulled the plug from her adorable pink anus, the rock-hard length of my manhood leapt at the thought of taking her that way—yes, gently at first, but very soon with all the rigor we both needed.
I shrugged the robe from my shoulders and picked up the lube.
I squeezed a generous amount onto my palm and worked it over my shaft, coating myself thoroughly.
The cool gel contrasted sharply with the heat radiating from my cock, and I had to pause for a moment to maintain control.
I wanted this to last—wanted to savor every second of claiming Laura’s virgin bottom.
I applied more lube to the tightness of her little bud, working it in with my fingers, feeling how the plug had stretched her.
She whimpered softly, her hips squirming over the back of the chair: she was ready.
More than ready. The plug had done its job perfectly, training her body to accept what she had coming from the man who owned her.
“Deep breath,” I murmured, positioning myself behind her bound form. I pressed the head of my cock against the tiny opening of her bottom hole, feeling the initial resistance. “Relax for me, sweetheart.”
I pushed forward slowly, watching as her body yielded to me. The tight ring of muscle gave way gradually, and I felt the head of my cock slip inside. Laura cried out, her whole body tensing against the restraints.
“That’s it,” I groaned, the sensation almost overwhelming. “God, that’s a sweet little ass.”
I held still, letting her adjust, even though every instinct screamed at me to drive deeper. Her whimpered sobs mixed with something else—little gasps that I knew the sensor data would confirm were arousal, not just pain.
“Please,” she whimpered. “It’s too much, I can’t—”
“You’re already taking it,” I assured her, sliding in another inch. “Your bottom is already full of cock.”
I worked myself deeper with agonizing slowness, savoring every fraction of an inch. The heat and tightness of her virgin anus gripping my cock was exquisite. When I was finally seated fully inside her, I paused again, my hands gripping her hips.
“There,” I said, my voice rough with barely contained desire. “All of me. You’re taking all of me in your tight little ass.”
I started to move, pulling back and pushing in with measured strokes.
Laura sobbed and gasped beneath me, but I could feel her body responding, relaxing into the rhythm.
The sight of my cock disappearing into her stretched opening, the welts covering her bottom, the way she was bound and helpless—it was almost too much.
“You’re such a good little slut,” I told her, increasing my pace slightly. “The kind of slut who gets her ass fucked before her pussy. Who needs to be whipped and bound and used.”
“Oh, god,” she moaned, and I could hear the shift in her voice—less fear, more desperate need.
I gripped her hips harder and started fucking her in earnest, no longer gentle.
My cock drove into her narrow channel with increasing force, and she screamed—but the biometric data spiking on my watch as I glanced at it told me everything I needed to know.
Her submissive nature had begun to blossom under her master’s rigorous use.
“That’s it,” I groaned. “Take my cock like the dirty girl you are. This is what you needed, isn’t it?”
Laura
I couldn’t answer him at first. My mouth opened, but only desperate, keening sounds came out as his huge cock drove into my bottom again and again.
The pain had transformed into something else entirely—a dark, overwhelming pleasure that I’d never imagined possible.
Every thrust sent shockwaves through my core, and I found myself pushing back against him despite the restraints, desperate for more.
“Yes,” I sobbed, the admission torn from somewhere deep inside me. “Yes, I needed this. I needed you to—”
My words dissolved into another cry as he changed his angle, somehow driving even deeper.
The fullness was beyond anything the plugs had prepared me for.
This was alive, hot, relentless. This was Mike claiming me in the most primal way possible, and my body was responding with a hunger that terrified me.
“Good girl,” he groaned, his fingers digging into my hips hard enough to leave marks. “My good little anal slut, taking cock in her virgin ass while her pussy stays sealed.”
The degrading words should have shamed me.
Instead, they pushed me closer to something I couldn’t quite reach, something that hovered just beyond my grasp.
My sealed pussy throbbed desperately, wetness leaking from the tiny opening, and I realized with a jolt of mortification that I might actually come from this.
From being fucked in the ass. From being used and degraded and claimed so completely.
“If you’re a good girl and please me with your ass,” Mike growled, behind me and above me, as his enormous manhood surged in and out of my bottom hole, “and you don’t make a fuss tomorrow about wearing your microkini to show off your whipped bottom…”
“Please,” I whimpered, not even knowing what I was begging for anymore. “Please, sir, I need—”
“I know exactly what you need.” His pace increased, each thrust harder than the last. “If you’re a good girl tomorrow I’ll open your pussy and claim you there, but… right now… you need to come with my cock in your ass. You need to squeeze around me and show me what a perfect little whore you are.”
One of his hands left my hip and reached around, working under my hip to press firmly against my sealed pussy.
The pressure combined with the relentless pounding of his cock in my bottom was too much.
I felt my core muscles clench involuntarily, and suddenly I was there—falling over the edge into an orgasm so intense it whited out my vision.
I screamed, my whole body convulsing against the restraints as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through me. My anus clenched rhythmically around Mike’s cock, and I heard him groan above me, his thrusts becoming erratic.
“Fuck,” he growled. “That’s it, squeeze my cock. Milk it while I fill your ass.”
He drove into me one final time and held himself there, and I felt the hot pulse of his release deep inside me. The sensation triggered another smaller orgasm, and I sobbed helplessly as my body wrung every last drop of pleasure from the degrading act.
We stayed like that for what felt like forever—him buried deep in my bottom, me bound and trembling beneath him. Finally, he withdrew slowly, and I whimpered at the emptiness, at the strange sense of loss.
Mike’s hands were gentle as he untied the ropes, rubbing circulation back into my wrists and ankles.
When he had finished untying me, he lifted me effortlessly into his arms and carried me toward the bathroom.
I felt boneless, utterly spent, my body still trembling with aftershocks.
The welts on my bottom burned where they pressed against his forearm and my anus felt strange—as if that part of me didn’t belong to me anymore, after my sponsor had claimed it so forcefully as his own property.
He set me down gently on my feet in the shower and turned on the water with the showerhead pointed away, adjusting the temperature until it was warm but not too hot.
Then he stepped in behind me and pulled me against his chest, holding me under the spray.
I leaned into him, grateful for the support because I wasn’t sure my legs would hold me on their own.
His hands moved over my back in soothing circles, and then lower, between my bottom cheeks.
I tensed instinctively, but his touch was tender now, careful.
He cleaned me there with a gentleness that made my throat tight, washing away the remnants of what he’d done to me.
The intimacy of it felt almost more intense than the sex itself.
“Now you,” he murmured, pressing a bar of soap into my hands. “Wash my cock for me.”
I looked down at his manhood, still semi-hard despite his climax in my no-longer-virgin anus.
My face went hot as I lathered the soap between my palms and reached for him.
The moment my soapy hands wrapped around his shaft, I felt it twitch and begin to swell.
Within seconds he was fully erect again, thick and rigid in my grip.
Pride surged through me at the evidence of my effect on him, but it was quickly followed by a spike of fear.
My master’s enormous penis had gotten hard again.
Which meant he would want to use me again, come inside me again the way he was entitled to do, whenever he chose.
My jaw still felt sore from sucking him on the plane, and my bottom—god, my bottom felt stretched and tender and used.
I didn’t think I could take him in either place again so soon.
But even as fear twisted my stomach, I felt that familiar throb of arousal between my legs.
My sealed pussy clenched involuntarily, and I realized with dismay that part of me wanted it.
Wanted him to use me however he chose, without regard for my comfort or even my safety.
Part of me wanted to be his toy, his slut, his good girl.