Epilogue II #3
“Malcolm, sir…my sir.”
It warmed his heart, even as his cock stirred to life anew, still staked deeply inside her sodden pussy.
“Oh, it’s not over, not even close, sweet Selena.”
In her mind, her relief, turned to anxiousness again, even as her body seemed to relish the prospect.
“Your cunt knows, girl. It gripped so tightly to me when I said those words. Did you feel it? It knows—and it wants.”
Her humbled whimper told him far more than any words possibly could.
He pulled back, the wet splat of a heavy clot of his sperm against the leaves below making him grin. There was much more where that came from.
But first, it had to be completed properly. As he stroked his now hugely erect cock once again, he signaled in his mind to the vines.
They brought forth the specially designed stopper, made of a heavy, dense wood encased in a slippery-smooth, rubber-like substance. Only the broad flange was left as the bare wood, and upon this the word he’d requested, signifying her status, her purpose, her destiny.
Her head lolled, as she seemed near passing out, so exhausted had she become at her use.
The emotional toll was every bit as arduous as the physical toll upon her.
And while he was careful never to give her more than she could truly endure, he took great pains to ensure he tip-toed right up to the edge of that limit with his fascinating, beloved human.
For both his pleasure, and hers—even if she would never admit it.
He waved away the vine entwined in her hair, and took firm hold of her sodden, warm locks, drawing her head up and back. He presented the stopper before her, thrilling at the catch of her breath as she read the words, the burst of shame—and arousal—he felt in her mind as she understood.
“Look at it, Selena. In this place, now, it’s what you are. And forever will be.”
The letters were meticulously engraved, burnt into the exposed wood of the flange.
brEEDER
“Now, it’s time to put this to its intended use.
I want my seed to take root as soon as possible.
” He traced a sharp talon down her side, watching it bounce along the topography of her ribs as it went, the faintest blush line left upon her delicate skin in its wake.
“But that won’t be the end of this for you, sweet human. Oh no, not yet.”
The vines obliged him in his intent, tendrils diving deep into the humid divide of the crevice of her buttocks, then pulling them firmly aside, fully exposing the cleft of the sex, and the tight, dark circlet of her anus.
He caressed its delicate whorl with a fingertip, loving the way she tensed at it.
He smiled, delighted at her reaction.
Taking hold of a soft, generous bottom cheek, he used the heel of his hand to yawn it still further from its twin, the spicy musk of their mingled scents filling his nostrils.
She drew a sharp breath as the broad head of the stopper touched to her sodden, dripping, very well-stretched pussy.
“Tender?” He already knew the answer, of course.
“Y-yes…”
With a knowing nod, he murmured to her. “Fortunately for you, I’m done with that part of your body—for now.”
Still, she reared up with a hiss when he pushed the stopper fully inside her. “Malcolm! It’s…fuck, it’s too big!”
The vines squeezed her tighter, as if to admonish her for protesting.
“No, it’s not. It’s only a little larger than me—and you took that just fine.”
It was, of course, a very subjective opinion, that, and the flash of indignance in her mind confirmed just how much she might debate that conclusion…had she been inclined to argue the point with her owner and master.
She shuddered as he pressed the stopper fully home, the lips of her sex stretched to a fine line around the broad intruder, only the edges of the rubber coating still visible, the black lettering across the flange centered at the core of her, the letters emblazoned there a statement and promise, both.
With his finger, he collected one last, fat drop of viscous semen that had just escaped her pussy around the invading plug, and coated her stretched labia with it, working it into her tormented flesh, over and over, until his seed began to dry upon her.
He stood back then, his erection finally easing somewhat. He unsnapped the straps pinioning her to the pen, the metal buckles clinking against the wood as they fell to the side.
She stirred a little, her hips swiveling the slightest bit, stopping suddenly, her mind crying out at the feel of the plug moving deep within her.
He almost roared in triumph at it.
That she feel her most surrendered, the most his at that moment, was entirely his goal—and he’d achieved it.
“We’ll give you some quiet time with the plug, sweet Selena.” He stroked the curve of her naked hip as he spoke to her in low tones. “Think about your purpose here, how much you want to be good for me. Picture what I expect of you, as my mate. You know what I demand, human.”
“Malcolm, I…I need you.”
“You have me, my dear. For all time.” His heart squeezed just the slightest at the distressed warble of her voice.
He moved to her side then, stroking both hands down her shoulders, her back, the slender muscles trembling beneath his palms. “You’ll be just fine.
You’ll see. I’ll never let anything hurt you. Not here. Never.”
She eased slightly at that, and he pressed a long, soft kiss between her shoulder blades, stroking the hair at the back of her head.
He said nothing further though, knowing that she needed to retreat into herself, to find the sanctuary in her mind, regardless of the fact that he could penetrate it at any moment he chose.
That he didn’t do just that, was how he showed her all that she meant to him. This was a difficult process enough, as it was, and he didn’t intend to make it still worse for her.
Yes, he would push her, test her—even to her limits, at times.
But he would never, ever, break her.
His beautiful Selena was far, far too precious to him for that.
Still, it wasn’t over, and he looked forward to what was to come.
In a fascinating symphony of movement, the vines lifted her body clear of the pen. In what was purely a reflexive response, Selena began to struggle, twisting and kicking at her bonds—but the effort was utterly futile.
He placed a hand on her side, just under her arm, murmuring to her in her mind.
Stop this. Nothing you do will keep this from happening. Just let go, sweet human. Let go for me. For us.
I can’t!
It was his turn to respond with pure instinctive reflex, taking a step backward at the din of her voice in his mind. It was both a surprise, and a delight.
You can, and you will. Because I want it. I order it. That’s all you need to remember. Doing as you’re told. It’s so much easier than all this wasted defiance. Let this happen!
He knew she wanted this—to have the choice taken away from her completely—almost as much as he did. He’d seen her fantasies, dived deep into the lurid, incredibly sexual wonderland of Selena’s fevered fantasies on more than one occasion.
She wasn’t fooling anyone, least of all him.
The vines moved her limbs as a puppeteer might, Selena’s lips falling open as she gasped.
The vines completely reversed her position, suspending her several feet off the ground, her living, writhing, verdant bonds jackknifing her body, bringing her feet up to her hands, her bottom lowermost, until she was suspended before Malcolm, suspended helplessly, the dark fig of her cunt presented most fetchingly between the lush, pale thighs, held closely together, extending straight up.
The clenching, terrified anus was displayed obscenely below the cruelly plugged pussy, a mouth-watering sight that had his cock beginning to lengthen all over again.
The vines snaked around and around and around, cocooning her hands, upper arms and her feet together above her.
It forced her upper body closer and closer to her legs, until her blushing cheek pressed to her lower legs.
Her eyes were covered once more by a living blindfold of vegetation, her dark hair a crazed mess all about her face.
The heavy, round breasts bulged to each side of her trussed-up legs.
Her plump, gorgeous lips were pursed into an O of dismay, as she realized the degrading tableau she presented to her captor.
That he could see and feel her own twisted arousal at her objectification only amplified both her shame, and her own traitorous arousal—itself fired still higher by that very shame.
It was contradictory, paradoxical—and she was helpless against it.
“You’ll stay in this position now. The vines believe it will encourage my seed to take hold within your womb.” He squeezed her bottom possessively. “You look so incredibly sexy bound for me this way, I simply don’t care.”
If I could, I’d keep you this way all the time for me, Selena. All for me. Whatever I choose to do to you. So helpless. So gorgeous.
He took his time then, caressing, and touching every inch of her he could, turning her like a trussed-up game trophy, to better admire her luscious body from every angle.
He savored the tightness of her hamstrings, the tangle of her thick locks in his hands, the rounded softness of her hips, the play of muscle under the smooth skin over her lower back.
When his fingers strayed between the cruelly splayed buttocks again, the delicate anus so silky smooth to his touch, his cock was immediately at full erection again.
Taking it in his fist, he stepped closer. “I wasn’t planning on this, but…it’s your fault, sweet human. I simply can’t resist you.”
Tapping the impossibly tight opening between her bottom cheeks with the head of his cock, he smiled in her mind.
I may not have planned this, but I’m definitely going to enjoy this. Be strong for me, Selena.
“There is no way that’s going to fit inside me! Not with this…thing in there!” Her voice was high-pitched, strained, her anxiousness clear in every note.
It wasn’t going to stop him.