Chapter 5 #2
By the fifth stroke, I was weeping openly, my body trembling. The low-level stimulation permitted by the horrid governor transformed each lash into something complex and terrible—pain that bloomed into pleasure that never quite peaked.
“Eight! Thank you, Sire!” My voice was hoarse, my throat raw from crying.
The final two strokes landed in quick succession across the sensitive crease where buttock meets thigh. “Nine! Ten! Thank you, Sire, thank you!”
Prince Hendren set the cane aside and moved to stand before me, unfastening his uniform trousers. His erection sprang free, rigid and imposing.
“You’ve earned this,” he said, lifting my tearstained face. “Open your mouth.”
I parted my lips obediently, all resistance momentarily abandoned as he pushed into my mouth.
His hands gripped my hair, holding me in place as he thrust deeply.
The taste of him, masculine and slightly salty, filled my senses.
I struggled to breathe around his girth, tears streaming down my face as he used my mouth with ruthless efficiency.
“Look at me,” he commanded.
I raised my eyes, meeting his ice-blue gaze as he continued to thrust. Something in his expression shifted—a flash of approval that sent an unwelcome warmth through my core.
“This is who you are,” he said, his voice strained with pleasure. “Not a president. Not a diplomat. Just a woman made to serve.”
He withdrew suddenly, leaving me gasping. His hand caressed my cheek with unexpected gentleness before he moved behind me again. I felt his fingers probe between my legs, testing my wetness.
“Even with the governor turned down to three, my dear, you’re still as wet as a river.”
Without warning, he thrust into my pussy, filling me completely in one savage stroke. I cried out, my back arching as much as the restraints would allow. The governor permitted just enough sensation to make me aware of his presence inside me, but not enough for true pleasure.
“Is this what you want?” he asked, beginning to move with deliberate, measured strokes.
“Yes, Sire,” I whispered, hating the truth in my words.
“And this?” His thumb pressed against my anus, circling the tight ring of muscle as he continued to fuck me.
I whimpered, unable to form words as he breached that forbidden opening with his thumb. The combination of invasions sent shockwaves through my body, pleasure and pain and shame all mingling into something I couldn’t process.
“Answer me,” he demanded, thrusting harder.
“Yes,” I sobbed. “Yes, Sire.”
He withdrew from my pussy suddenly, leaving me empty and aching. I felt the blunt head of his cock press against my anus, slick with my own juices.
“Remember this,” he said, his voice tight with control. “When you’re at the Academy, when your Guardian takes you, remember who you truly belong to.”
He pushed forward slowly, inexorably, breaching the tight ring of muscle. The burning stretch was terribly intense, a pain that made my empty pussy pulse with need. I screamed, my body instinctively trying to escape the invasion.
“Be still,” Prince Hendren commanded, his hands gripping my hips with bruising force.
I forced myself to relax, to accept him as he pressed deeper. Tears streamed down my face, my breath coming in ragged gasps.
“Good girl,” he murmured as he seated himself fully inside me. “So tight. So perfect.”
He began to move, each thrust sending conflicting signals through my nervous system. The governor allowed just enough sensation to make me aware of every movement, every subtle shift, without granting the release my body craved.
“Please,” I begged, my voice breaking. “Please turn it up.”
“Turn what up, Viola?” His voice was cruelly playful as he continued his relentless invasion of my most private passage. “Be specific about what you need.”
“The governor,” I sobbed, shame washing through me even as I pleaded. “Please let me feel… let me feel more.”
“More what?” His pace increased, each thrust sending thrills of sensation that hovered tantalizingly at the edge of pleasure without crossing over.
“More pleasure,” I whispered, the words torn from somewhere deep inside me. “Please, Sire.”
His laugh was dark and satisfied. “So the former president of Artemisia is begging for pleasure while being sodomized. How delightfully appropriate.”
He reached around to press the controller, and suddenly every nerve ending in my sex blazed to life.
The emptiness in my pussy became an aching void even as my anus stretched around his thick shaft.
I cried out, my body jerking against the restraints as pleasure surged through me, transforming the burning impalement into something unbearably exquisite.
“Is this what you wanted?” he asked, his voice strained as he maintained his punishing rhythm.
“Yes,” I gasped, no longer caring about dignity or resistance. “Yes, Sire, thank you, Sire.”
His fingers found my clit, circling the sensitive nub with merciless precision. The governor amplified every touch, sending thrills of intense pleasure radiating outward. My inner muscles clenched involuntarily around his invading cock, drawing a grunt of satisfaction from him.
“You’re going to come for me,” he said, his voice a command rather than a question. “You’re going to come with my cock in your backside, like the slut you truly are.”
“I can’t,” I sobbed, even as my body tensed, hovering on the precipice. “Please, I can’t.”
He pressed something on the controller again, and suddenly the world exploded. The governor had switched to its stimulation function, sending pulses of electric pleasure directly into my clit. I screamed, my body convulsing as an orgasm tore through me with devastating force.
“That’s it,” Prince Hendren encouraged, maintaining his thrusts as I shuddered beneath him. “Show me how much you love being taken this way.”
The orgasm seemed endless, wave after wave crashing over me as he continued to fuck my ass with relentless determination. Just as the intensity began to ebb, he adjusted the controller again, and a fresh surge of stimulation sent me careening into another climax.
“No,” I sobbed, the pleasure so intense it bordered on pain. “Please, I can’t—”
“You can,” he insisted, his voice tight with his own approaching release. “And you will. Again.”
The third orgasm ripped through me with such force that my vision blurred at the edges, consciousness threatening to slip away entirely. My entire body convulsed with the force of it, muscles spasming around the prince’s thick shaft as he continued his relentless invasion.
“Mine,” he growled, his rhythm even more punishing as his own release approached. “Say it.”
“Yours,” I sobbed, the word tearing from my swollen lips. “Yours, Sire.”
With a guttural grunt, Prince Hendren drove himself to the hilt and stilled, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself inside me.
I felt the hot splash of his seed marking me internally, claiming my most private passage as his own.
The governor continued its merciless stimulation, forcing yet another climax from my exhausted body as he filled me.
When he finally withdrew, I collapsed against the whipping block, trembling and spent.
The prince adjusted something on the controller, and the intense stimulation subsided to a gentle hum, keeping me balanced on the edge of arousal without pushing me over again.
I whimpered, too overwhelmed to form words.
“You’ll go to the Academy tomorrow,” he said, his voice returned to its usual aristocratic composure as he cleaned himself with a soft cloth. “You’ll learn your place more thoroughly than I could teach you alone.”
He moved to release my restraints, his touch businesslike yet not unkind. When I was free, he helped me to stand on trembling legs, my body still quivering with aftershocks.
“Look at me,” he commanded.
I raised my eyes to meet his, expecting to see triumph or mockery. Instead, I found something more complex—satisfaction, certainly, but also something almost like approval.
“You’ll remember this,” he said, tracing a finger along my tearstained cheek. “When your Guardian takes you, when your Mistress instructs you, you’ll remember who truly owns you.”
“Yes, Sire,” I whispered, my voice raw from screaming.
He guided me to the enormous bed, laying me down with unexpected gentleness. “Sleep now. Tomorrow begins your true education.”