Chapter Fifteen Punishment #2
“I don’t want this. Don’t… do whatever you’re about to do.”
He laughed. “You say these things, and yet”—his fingers insinuated themselves between her thighs and he spread her open, exposing the entirety of her cleft to the air—“you’re incredibly wet.”
“That doesn’t mean anything!”
Not even you can believe that anymore.
She jerked, grunting in anger—and something else entirely—as his finger worried her between the lips of her sex.
“Your clit is hard and swollen already. It knows what you need—even if you don’t want to listen to it.” He patted her sex, giving her clit a gentle pinch. “Not yet anyway.”
Her breath caught as his finger played with the sensitive opening to her bottom. “No… not there. Please!”
“Open up, little human.” His fingertip slipped between her swollen labia, collecting her copious juices, then he painted them upon her anus. She jerked at his touch, clenching tight.
“Don’t do that.” He slapped her thigh, then the other. “Obey me. Now.”
“Please…”
“You want this as much as you fight this. You fight this because you want this.” He stepped close, his lips whispering against her leg as he said it. “I’ll make you surrender to it, either way—whether you need to fight it or not.”
His fingers slicked back the hood of her clit, spreading her pussy wide, plunging deep, then frictioning her clit in tight, torturous circles, then back again.
Though she was frightened that he would gouge her with his talons, somehow they’d smoothed, softened, become little more than long fingernails.
She didn’t know if it was him transforming… or yet another trick of her mind.
Regardless of whether it was real or imagined, it felt real.
She was panting in moments, a tension coiling tighter and tighter deep inside.
It was wrong to like what he did to her. Wrong and right were murky things now, in her state of mind. This was going to happen, and no amount of denial or fruitless defiance would stop it.
Giving in was what was smart.
But much worse, it was what her body craved. Bending to this superior will, submitting to his irresistible masculine strength. It was facing the truth of what she’d become.
And perhaps what she’d always been. Perhaps that moment was the first time she had let herself drag her true identity into the light, the person Langley saw, but was too stupid, too selfish to know what to do with.
Malcolm didn’t have that problem, as he’d proved more than once.
As he was about to prove all over again.
His finger was back at her anus, caressing it insistently. Then he pressed in, and she opened for him.
Slowly, he worked his thick digit inside her, sliding it within her in slow pumps, repeatedly entering and exiting, loosening her opening.
Langley had been obsessed with her ass, and fucking it—with pain, if he was in that sort of mood—had been one of his very favorite things.
Though she’d have died before admitting it, his use of her back passage had become one of her favorites too. It didn’t matter that it humiliated her, that it sometimes hurt—and that accommodating a man of his size in her ass was never going to be less than uncomfortable.
In fact, those factors only made her want it more.
You’re just as fucked up now as you were back then.
Only now—unlike with Langley—she had developed at least a modicum of acceptance.
Malcolm had said it himself.
“There’s no shame here.”
In that one small respect, he was right. There wasn’t any shame anymore, not in that way anyway.
The truth of that made it easier to give in, to yield to Malcolm’s lust.
Because he seemed to understand her even better than she understood herself.
“That’s it… good, Selena.” He thrust his finger briskly within her bottom then, and her discomfort was already morphing into that confusing, contradictory pleasure that only anal penetration could bring.
Just as she began to breathe harder, her hips just starting to sway, he withdrew his digit.
Before she could silently lament how much the illicit pleasure of having her ass played with stirred within her, a broader—and much harder—something was placed against her anus.
The stone phallus!
The way well-prepared by his clever fingers, the phallus pushed, and her opening immediately began to give way. “Take this, little human. Open wide now.”
Strangely, the stickiness coating the rod had her anus itching and tingling, even before the stone nosed its way inside.
“Good… relax that hole… that’s good. No—more. No squeezing yet.”
“I can’t!”
It was almost impossible to comply. The tingling and itchy heat got worse by the second, far surpassing the discomfort of the wide phallus passing through the circlet of her bottom’s entrance. It induced an almost overwhelming urge to squeeze, to clamp the stone feverishly tight.
But when she did, the heat instantly flared into real burning, which suffused more and more of her rectum as the stone relentlessly pushed deeper.
“Fuck! What… is that?”
“The fhirulae nectar is an irritant to mucous membranes, and produces a very satisfactory burning.”
“I… I have to tighten though! Goddammit!”
Malcolm pushed the rest of it inside her, the phallus narrowing until the flared end seated firmly against her anus.
It was impossible not to squeeze down upon it then—which only made it more painful.
His finger stroked playfully at the rim of her bottom, where her anus was stretched around the stone the most. “It presents a most delicious predicament for the female subjected to its effects. Squeeze to try to alleviate the itching heat—but that squeezing only makes it burn hotter still.”
“Ahh… ahhh, fuck!”
The burning now was fiery around her anus, her rectum protesting both the bulk of the phallus and the nectar searing her tender tissues inside.
“When I tell you to do something, I expect to be obeyed, little human. When you defy me, there will be consequences. Hot, painful consequences.”
At that moment, she wasn’t sure which burned most—the whip-scorched buttocks still trembling with the sting of her punishment, or the searing, ever increasing heat of the thick, merciless plug cruelly staking her bottom hole.
“Take it out!”
“We’re nowhere near time for that.” He walked to the trunk, loosening the line holding her slung over the branch. For a terrifying moment, she thought he meant to let her plummet to the ground, but instead he merely lowered her slightly.
Until her bottom was level with his waist.
“That should do nicely.” Tying it off once more, he turned to her, his cock high and hard, the slit at the tip glistening.
His took his shaft in his hand, his fist pumping it briskly as he walked back to her, the veins along the thick cock congested, swollen.
He pried open her pussy, holding the lips so wide, it almost hurt. Then, without preamble or so much as a single word, he drove inside her cunt.
Her breath left her lungs in a wheezing groan as he filled her near to bursting, the plug in her burning bottom making the already very snug fit almost unbearable.
But he made sure that she would bear it, regardless.
Holding her by the upper thighs to gain better leverage, he thrust over and over into her, punishing her with it, her pussy—still sore from his previous use of it—protesting almost as keenly as her fire-ravaged anus.
“I… too much… too much!”
“Oh, it’s nowhere near too much, little human.
It’s just the beginning.” He pulled out, making her groan again, only to slap the head of his cock several times against her clit.
“You’re being reborn”—he plunged inside her again, pounding her even harder, her body swaying under his assault—“as my plaything.”
The sounds of her pussy’s lubrication squeezing out around his plundering shaft were clearly audible, even over the sounds of the jungle all around them. She was soaking wet again, despite the pain—or perhaps because of it.
Her pussy liked this, needed this. It didn’t make sense. It didn’t have to make sense.
It just was.
They both knew it. And they both knew she was much too far gone to pretend she didn’t need him to take that choice away from her.
Perhaps forevermore.
As if he could read her mind, his fingertips worried her swollen clit, even as he continued his punishing thrusts within the tight clutch of her aching, and still quite sore, sex.
The burning in her ass was now far more intense than the stretching ache in her pussy.
“Please take it out! I’ll… do anything!”
Despite the discomfort of being so very full, the pleasure/pain of her pussy being stretched to its limit by his big penis held a dark thrill that she knew she would take to her grave before admitting to her captor.
Don’t you mean your lover?
Or her owner.
“The only way I’m taking out the stone is if I replace it with my cock.” He pushed deep until she groaned loudly. “And you’ll have to beg even more this time.”
“What? I… this isn’t fair!”
He pulled out and thundered inside her again.
“Ah! God… damn!”
“Beg me, human. Beg or your little bottom is going to burn even hotter. Do you really like the pain that much?”
“No! N-never!”
His voice was very low, even as he thrust into her with harsh, quick strokes. “Then beg, slut. Beg for my cock in your bottom. Beg me to stretch you there even more than the stone is stretching you right now.”
Utterly and completely helpless, defeated, she knew there was only one way. Escape was impossible, the only deliverance in the arms of surrender.
“Please… my God… please!” Her voice seized, tears threatening again, even as the feel of his big cock battering her pussy was engendering a distressing amount of pleasure, the pain beginning to transform into something else entirely.
“Not good enough. Beg me—convince me you want me to stake that luscious bottom on my cock. Show me how much you want that pleasure, that pain.”
“Please… sir! I… need it!” Her voice was almost a rasp now. “F-fuck my ass!”