Page 62 of Condemned

Chapter Twenty-Two

“Wait here.” Takk stalkedaway, leaving her curled on the ground, recovering, with his cum leaking from her ass. She hadn’t thought any of them, any mauleon cock, would ever entirely fit up there. Now she knew.

He’d said he’d done this for himself, not her, but...

She shivered, thinking back, remembering both him impaling her and that other time at the baths. Impaling, the word, had a certain feel to it. She shivered again, her pussy squeezing in, as an echo of what he’d done ran happily through her body.

Memories... Hah.

Yet, it was the sort of memory she wanted to keep. As with Kon, the pleasure had far outweighed the early pains. The orgasm had been mind-blowing with a dildo inside her as well. Slowly, aching somewhat, she raised herself into a sitting position.

Takk was returning through the forest, the shadows flitting across him. Quiet here except for the birds, but also cold.

The leaves in her hair and her clothes would surely take forever to remove.

And herself? How could she get clean? Shakily, she stood and looked down at the mess, brushing the bits of tree from her body but not the stickiness, pursing her lips.

When Takk arrived, she raised her palms. “How am I to get clean? I can’t ride like this.” You really should have thought. She held that accusation back, putting her hands over her ass protectively and frowning. He might smack her again if she said that.

He liked smacking, obviously. Her butt would be remembering that for days.

Then she saw the water bottle in his hands. Her nipples scrunched into frigid beads at the prospect of cold water. “Oh, no. No, no.”

“Shush. You will be still for this. Or else.” That new menacing grin reinforced how what had happened had somehow changed their dynamics—in ways she thought lost to him.

He’d enjoyed fucking her, and her obeying him.

And he was smiling. Big plus. Even though it was a nasty smile that said I will do bad things to you again, if I want to. It was better than his previous distaste, whether he’d figured that out or not.

The prospect of more of that bad made her stare. She had this ridiculous and absolutely stupid curiosity about seeing that happen again. Why it appealed she wasn’t sure.

He unscrewed the lid and lifted the bottle, shaking it, drawling, “Easier to do this if you’re on hands and knees.”

“Oh.” After a brief roll of her eyes, she lowered herself and presented her rear end.

Before he poured anything, he said quietly, “Were you guarding your butt before?”

“Umm. Yes?”

“Interesting.” Then he poured. Her screams brought the other mauleons running, though within seconds they were laughing—at her. The fuckers.

“I did her ass. Happy?” Takk continued wiping her with water and a cloth.

“Absolutely.”

“We wanted to watch.”

“Well, we did, a bit.”

“Love the red ass you gave her.”

Who said what, she wasn’t sure. She pretended not to care.

By the time she was standing, toweled dry though shivering, and had begun redressing, they’d stopped making lewd comments and she’d given up on glowering at them. Takk also washed himself. They gathered up everything, checked her coat was buttoned—it had mostly dried from the rinse at the baths—and they set off again.

Takk let her ride with Zo, once Zo promised there’d be no more delays. If there were, the captain declared she would be the one to hurt. Somehow that had made them hurry.

They didn’t want to be the cause of her suffering? The implications of that bothered her.