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  Knight seemed as calm and composed as ever – those perfectly black eyes fixed on her helpless body, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. She noticed that he’d rolled up the crisp white sleeves of his shirt, a little detail that embarrassed her considerably. Even though he was fucking her sore little hole with his fingers, just looking at her cruel new owner calmed her down slightly. In a weird way she trusted him not to damage her, to use her only as much as she was meant to be used.

  His fingers slid apart, tugging further, until she felt cool air sliding up the channel and shivered. She could only imagine the way her asshole must look as he stretched it open, ready to receive his too-large cock. It felt like she might never be able to close it again.

  “You’re getting softer now, such a good little slave.”

  Alice blushed furiously, feeling a humiliating pleasure at his praise. Sweat rolled down the channel of her spine, into the crack of her abused ass. She licked her lips, tasting the salty reminder of his thick cock in her mouth. Everything felt so blissfully warm, so deliriously intense that she could hardly breathe. She wished she could move, touch him, but that was never allowed. If she even so much as moved her hands she knew he’d whip her till she screamed.

  Knight gave one last vicious tug at her hole, splaying his fingers. She couldn’t help mewling as the pain dissolved into the furnace heat of her body. Then he slid them out, one by one, leaving her feeling strangely cold and empty. Instinctively she clenched, moaning in disappointment. Out of the corner of her eye she saw his hand rise, but still the slap on her ravaged ass made her yelp, twisting weakly. Her own panting rang loud in her ears, and Knight’s amused voice.

  “Stay loose like a good slut, I can see you clenching.” His voice was raw, “I’m going to fuck your ass now, and perhaps you could surprise me by not coming. I’m sure it’ll be hard, but I’ll make you regret it if you do.”

  “Yes Master,” Alice squeaked, head bowed in embarrassment. The worst part was how right he was - her slit ached desperately. It was terrible how quickly she’d gone from being an independent young woman to an eager slave, desperate to be used by this creature. His abuse only turned her on more, made her long to satisfy his desires.

  He came around to stand in front of her again, his massive cock hovering in front of her face. Knight grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked her head down, ramming his cock back into her mouth so quickly that she gagged.

  “Wet it, slave,” he growled, low and thick with lust. “I’d put it in your soaking little cunt, but you haven’t earned that yet.”

  Alice could have died of shame. She mustered as much spit as she could, soaking the red-hot shaft that filled her mouth. Something about his thick cock violating her mouth was unbearably delicious, though. She couldn’t resist licking and suckling on that glorious shaft, feeling the hard ridges under her tongue. If she closed her eyes she could imagine that her mouth was her cunt, feel that thickness spearing deep into her... Knight stiffened, yanked himself out with a ragged snarl of longing.

  “God, will you ever cease to surprise me?” He yanked her head back hard, examining her with piercing black eyes. She was sure she must have looked desperate, with her lips parted, her golden hair hanging down in a tangle over her fevered cheeks. He seemed to drink her in, marvelling. Finally he seemed to regain his senses, trailing a finger down the length of her back as he went back to her raised ass.

  “I’m going to enjoy hearing you scream, Alice.”

  His cock thudded heavy against her butt cheeks, rubbing damply down the channel towards her slit. Teasingly, he let the blunt head of his cock grind over the risen nub of her clit, forcing her to bite her tongue against a swell of ecstasy. It felt like she’d never been this desperate to be fucked before. Then his cock nuzzled damply at the tender bud of her asshole, and it surprised her how much she suddenly wanted to feel it inside, filling that cold emptiness where his fingers had been. The smooth glide of his cock head over the nub was exquisite.

  Knights hands smoothed up the tender flesh of her ass, squeezing the cheeks wide apart. “Do you want me to fuck your ass, slave?” he asked wryly, massaging.

  Alice was lost for words, only mewling helplessly, trapped in the intensity of her body. I do, I want it so bad... she realised she as wriggling her hips, letting the teasing head of his massive cock play over her asshole.

  “Beg,” Knight whispered.

  Alice moaned pitifully, looking over her shoulder to see him grinning. Oh god, I can’t… her head seemed to be so hot and fuzzy. All she could think about was fingers stretching out her tight little hole, filling her up.

  “P…Please fuck me, Master.” The words seemed to come out of someone else’s mouth, raw with need.

  “Hmm…” Knight let it hang in the air, his cock sliding torturously up and down the crack of her ass, his hands kneading, bringing her flesh alive.

  “Please, please use your slave’s ass Master, I’ll do anything. I want to serve you-”

  “Quiet.”

  Alice fell silent except for a tiny whimper of desperation. Burning with the need for his cock she rubbed up helplessly against him like a cat in heat. Every muscle tensed. He massaged the thick head up and down, centering it on her stretched little hole. After his tenderising fingers her ass hung open slightly, empty and damp with her juices. Without warning he stabbed his entire, devastating length into her, and she screamed, almost scrambling off the bench in her agonised writhing.

  He split her open so far she thought she would explode. It felt like his cock was too thick to fit in her body, filling her tiny hole to the brim. Spikes of pain race up her spine, and the unfamiliar searing ecstasy of having her ass pounded. He didn’t wait for her to adjust, simply drew out his full length and smashed it back into her like a jackhammer, snarling with pleasure.

  “God that’s tight,” he rasped. His hand wound through her hair, pulling back hard to force her back onto his cock. Soon she was wailing with each stroke, her ass flinching around his impaling shaft as if trying to force it out. Tears ran down her cheeks, and she gasped for air between squeals. The worst part was that she could feel the hammering right through to her clenching pussy, feel a swell of ecstasy as strong as the pain.

  He fucked her so hard and fast that it was almost impossible to maintain the degrading position, which meant she almost had to force her ass back towards his vicious pounding in order to stay balanced. It only made it worse- like she was fucking him back, his cock spearing so deep into her each time that she felt it in her belly, in every burning muscle of her body. Her toes curled, spasms of delicious warmth surged through her.

  “Don’t you dare come, slut.” His voice was desperately strained from holding back. She realised that the whole time he’d been teasing her asshole open he’d wanted to just ram his cock straight into it.

  Oh god, I will come though. She realised in horror. How was that possible? The fullness was just so intense. It was erasing all humanity from her, she just needed to breed. Her skin prickled with sweat, the fever heat of his hips smashing into her ass-cheeks felt like the most glorious thing in the world. She could hardly think about anything except the pain, but even that was slowly boiling away into a hot bath of liquid ecstasy. Pleasure was welling up in her hot and thick, a burbling fountain that she couldn’t control.

  “Please Master,” she gasped, only barely able to speak.

  “Don’t. Come.” He snarled, digging his nails hard into her hips. For a second the pain snapped her out of it, but then it dropped down into the well of her orgasm like a rock into the ocean, and she was swept away.

  A strangled scream rushed out of her as her whole body clamped down, her pussy empty and untouched but her ass filled with hard cock. Her tortured ass clenched so hard around him that he snarled, almost in pain, riding her as she came. Furiously he smashed her slender body down onto the bench, nailing her ass so hard that she was screaming in mingled agony and pleasure. Everything burned and her cunt ached s
o badly she would have done anything to touch it. In a hot burst she felt him come inside her – spurting a liquid flood deep into her ass. The heat of his cum filling her was so delicious it almost washed out the pain. She couldn’t breathe; the world seemed to spin around her in a darkening cyclone.

  After a while she found herself lying on her belly with Knight slumped hot over her back. His cock was still pulsing wetly in her ravaged asshole, which felt like it had been fucked by a hundred men and not just one. So much of his seed was bursting into her tight little hole that it was seeping out the sides, trickling hot down her thighs. The sticky trail of liquid from her cunt went all the way down to her knees in thin tendrils. Everything was soft and warm, even Knight’s crushing weight on her back.

  He groaned, one hand weaving softly through her hair. While his cock shuddered into stillness he stroked her absently.

  “You slut, I told you not to come,” He rasped, suddenly shoving himself off her. For once he seemed a little hazy himself, but he bared his fangs in a snarl.

  “Stand.”

  Alice mewled pitifully, trying and failing to make her wobbly legs work. Eventually he bent to snatch a handful of hair, dragging her yelping to her feet. She stood there, woozy but in growing terror as he grabbed up the crop and something off a small table. Reaching down he fiddled with her ankles, quickly unlinking the chain between them.

  “I, I didn’t mean to-“

  “Quiet. Spread your legs, bend over, grab your ankles, don’t move.”

  Whimpering in anticipation, Alice did as she was told. She couldn’t see him now but she but felt him moving behind her, could almost hear the whisper of the crop through the air. His eyes seemed to burn into her back.

  “Fifteen. Count the strokes,” He said, with black fury in his voice.

  Fifteen? She thought in horror. The first lash cracked hard over her ravaged ass, right where the stripe of a previous blow already was. Alice yelped helplessly as the pain shot through her, blending with the warmth of her afterglow.

  “You didn’t count. I suppose I’ll have to repeat that one.”

  “No please –“

  The next bit into her ass before she had time to finish, dragging a ragged gasp out of her.

  “One,” she gasped, clutching her ankles desperately, trying not to cry.

  By the time the rest had been done tears spattered on the silk carpet in front of her, and her whole body was shaking. Pain had blended so deeply into pleasure that she no longer knew which was which. She just desperately wanted to escape this whipping and curl up in the corner of her cell where Knight couldn’t see her.

  “Fifteen,” She finally sobbed, as the last stroke cracked across her ass.

  Knight grunted, flinging his crop away.

  “I don’t like having to do that,” he murmured, reaching down to stroke the reddened skin of her ass. At first she whined at the pain of him touching the welts, but his warm touch gradually smoothed away some of the sting. He hadn’t told her to stand, though, so she stayed bent with her ass in the air, shaking with the strain and woozy from the intensity of the last few hours.

  “You come when I tell you to, and not before.” He said it chidingly, like she was a child who’d run out onto the road.

  “Yes Master,” Alice squeaked out. She was so exhausted that this new fact about her reality seemed completely normal, and she suddenly felt awful for having allowed herself to come. That was something for her owner to give to her as a reward, and she’d been selfish to just let it happen.

  “I’m sorry Master,” she added tentatively, staring down at the floor.

  Knight seemed a little surprised, stroking her ass affectionately. “You are, aren’t you? Stay.”

  Alice strained uncomfortably while he moved around behind her, desperately wanting to look. Every tiny draft felt like the breeze of a descending whip, but nothing touched her. Still her tender skin prickled in anticipation, her green-broken asshole flinched, completely exposed by the position.

  When something cold and metal nudged up against her swollen pussy she actually yelped, almost staggering forward. Knight caught her shoulder and steadied her, mercifully ignoring the fact that she’d moved. She didn’t think she could have taken another whipping today. The cold steel circled her still-wet cunt, feeling completely alien and unnatural. All she could think about was the steel-bound prod that had shocked he used to shock her cunt a few days before, and soon she was trembling. The memory of the pain was so intense she could almost feel the current running through her now.

  Knight grunted, ran a comforting hand over her exposed back. “It’s not that,” he murmured, seeming to understand.

  However much of a monster he was, Knight had never lied to her. She relaxed a little, though the cold steel gliding over her slit was almost unbearable. Her still-sensitive clit rose to its icy touch, sending a strange flutter through her. Without warning he plunged it into her. It was thick, whatever it was, and cold enough that she shrieked, squeezing her eyes shut. The prod grew much wider down the shaft, and then suddenly and dramatically narrowed. The outer lips of her cunt swallowed it in. Knight stirred it inside her, rubbing the heat and damp of her sopping slit into the smooth, chilly surface. Soon she was moaning again, feeling the volcanic heat of arousal rising in her belly.

  He laughed, yanking it suddenly out. The cold stayed behind, deep in her silken tunnel, and the flush stayed on her cheeks.

  “Oh… oh no…” She murmured quietly, suddenly understanding. Her ravaged asshole flinched, barely able to close, dripping with his cum.

  “You’re not done yet. Quiet before you whip you again.” His voice was all dark amusement, even as he fondled her trembling body.

  Alice squeezed her eyes shut. He moved behind her, letting the cold, slick tip of the butt-plug glide up the silk skin between her pussy and her ass. It stopped as it nudged against her loose and cum-soaked hole.

  “Deep breath, open,” He started to press it in, agonisingly slow, and she let out a whine of discomfort.

  The cold steel forced her slicked entrance open again, wider and wider as the plug thickened, until it was as wide as his cock had been. She let out a shuddering breath, feeling the coolness surging deeper into her body, digging her nails into her ankles to try and distract herself. When it reached the widest point she thought she was going to scream, and then it popped past her asshole and settled in deeply, and her body seemed to soak it in.

  Her tortured hole closed naturally around the narrow part tightly, holding it deep inside her. Each tiny motion of her body shifted the metal weight, rubbing the cool smoothness over the raw interior of her asshole. She was forced to admit it felt good, exquisitely sensitive, nearly painful but good. The fullness was almost the same as his cock inside her, but without the grinding and pounding of his fucking she could appreciate the sensation in more detail. The thinner part pressed up against her asshole and sealed it, and wouldn’t let her forget it was there.

  “You’re keeping that in for the rest of the night. Stand up.”

  Alice faced him, blushing deeply with the end of the plug poking out of her ass. Her cheeks clenched reflexively on the invader, but there was no way she could get it out without using her hands. Knight looked at her appreciatively. He loved the demure, self-conscious way she was standing and the way her pert little ass kept flexing - rebelling against the plug. She held her hands as if they were still bound at her sides, as if she’d forgotten that she could move them around.

  “Gorgeous,” he smiled, brushing a golden curl of her face. “Do you like it?”

  She looked acutely embarrassed, unable to even meet his eyes. “Yes Master,” she almost whispered.

  “Come, we’ll take a bath. I think you’ve earned that.”

  He took her by the hand, leading her almost gently, like they were lovers. It felt so strange and pleasant that she almost laughed. Does he really care about me? She wondered. Sometimes it almost seemed like it, but he was so incredibly cruel to
her as well. How could those two things exist in one person? Her muddled brain turned the question over as they walked. With her ankles unbound she could have taken normal steps, but the shifting of the plug inside her made that feel so strange that she still walked with the little slave-steps of a hobbled girl. Dark corridors passed, they came to a palatial bathroom in white marble, with a bathtub as deep and wide as a spa.

  While it filled with steaming water Knight unbuckled the complex harness. When it slid off her sweaty skin she almost groaned – it felt so strange and naked to be without it now. She wiggled and shook her hips, appreciating the way no straps tugged against her delicate flesh. The only thing left was the ribbon light around her throat.

  Knight laughed as he watched her, black eyes gleaming. “You’re like an unbridled horse.”

  It would have been insulting except for the affectionate way he said it. She might have been nothing more than an animal to him, but at least she was an animal that he liked. Alice smiled hesitantly, quickly looked away.

  I’ve never seen him naked.

  The thought arose so suddenly that it burst out her mouth, barely rephrased, “Are… are you coming in with me?”

  “Yes. That was the idea,” He raised an eyebrow at her.

  “Oh. Good.” She blushed furiously, staring at the heated tiles beneath her feet.

  He stared at her in disbelief, then laughed so hard that he started shaking, his sharp teeth bared in a shark’s grin. After a while she couldn’t help laughing too, for the first time since he’d captured her. This situation was just so strange, so completely hilarious. He’d fucked her so many times and done so many things to her, but something as simple as having a bath was still new to them.

  Laughing like that Knight was as beautiful as that first time they’d met, but so much more human it was staggering.

  “You’re a strange girl,” he finally shook his head, stooped to wrap her in his arms. His warm body enveloped her for a brief second as he lifted then lowered her gently into the hot water. It stung as it rose up over the stripes on her thighs, and she yelped as it flooded around her groin. The hot water soaked into the plugged bud of her asshole, swirled around her aching slit.