Page 53 of Conquered Pet
My eyes watered and I tried to squeeze them shut to prevent the inevitable. That only worked for a few seconds before he whipped my thighs even more cruelly than before.
My breath hitched and I cried out, trying to keep my tears at bay. I failed.
When the first sob broke free, my shame was insurmountable. My tears dripped down my cheeks in earnest soon after that. I sobbed harder and Talyn slowed, welting my bottom harshly each time after that. My body slumped over his thighs as I cried freely.
He tossed the belt aside and gathered me in his arms for a brief moment. I had hoped that my ordeal was over, but he carried me over to leather couch in the middle of the room. He bent me over the back of it.
“Lift your bottom and spread your legs. Show me you can be a good girl for the man who owns you,” he demanded.
With my bottom burning in agony, I didn’t need to be told twice. I sniffled back my tears and presented myself to him properly, knowing that my ordeal was only partially over now.
He was going to punish me with his cocks next and it was going to be far, far more shameful that the spanking I’d just received because his men were going to watch the whole thing.
“Your body knows you belong to me, my pet. You’re absolutely soaked,” he announced, and I whined pitifully into the cushions of the couch. I was thankful for the curtain of my hair hiding my face at that point.
“Offer me those pretty holes, my pet. Ask me to take them as a thank you for giving you the punishment you needed,” he instructed.
“Please,” I begged.
He spanked between my thighs hard enough to thoroughly scald my slickened folds. The slap sounded wet and echoed throughout the room. If his men couldn’t see it, they would have heard it.
“Please use my pretty holes, sir,” I whimpered.
“Louder,” Talyn commanded.
“Please use my pretty holes, sir. As a thank you for punishing me,” I repeated, but my voice shook the whole time. I had managed to be louder, but only by a little. I prayed it would be enough.
Talyn growled and I waited for another stinging spank between my thighs. That slap never came, but I was able to discern the quiet noise of him freeing his cocks. I tried to lift my hips obediently for him, to show him that I had been punished enough and that hopefully maybe he’d grant me mercy when he fucked me.
It was a foolish hope.
He removed my tail gently and I didn’t know what to make of it, but there wasn’t time to think because then his cocks surged into both of my holes at the same time. There was no stretching me open or preparing me for what was to come.
It hurt. It hurt so much.
There would have been no preparing myself for it even if he had warned me. His secondary cock was already slick, but the painful bite was more intense than ever before as it slammed into my bottom hole.
He forced himself inside me so roughly that I opened my mouth to plead for leniency, but nothing came out other than a strangled pained cry. My pussy and my asshole both tightened instinctually, trying to push him out. That only made the incredible agony that much worse.
My entire world was consumed by the searing hot stretching burn. I tried to relax and open myself for him, but that proved to be impossible. The punishing pain only grew more intense with every clench, radiating up and down my spine.
I was already sore from the night before. This made it that much worse.
By the time he’d sunk fully inside me, I was gasping for air. He stilled for a moment, petting his fingers across my naked lower back as if to remind me that everything was going to be okay. It was in stark contrast to his harsh roughness.
I tentatively reached back, not to block him but to further that touch. His fingers closed around mine, pinning my hand down, but also giving me the reassurance I needed in that moment. I took in a breath and tried to relax, but his entry still hurt.
“That’s a good girl. You look so pretty when you’re full of my cocks,” he purred and slowly, my body acclimated to him. The pain became more manageable. I knew it would remain for some time, but I sniffed back what was left of my tears and focused on the needy feeling developing between my legs.
Slowly, he began to fuck me, sliding his lengths in and out of me steadily and surely enough to snap my arousal forward like a slingshot.
“You needed this, didn’t you?” he questioned, and I shuddered as the lubricant from his cocks began to sink into my flesh. I grew warmer, my arousal stronger and I briefly wondered if he had any control over that. My body seemed to open for him and the soreness from his initial entry retreated a bit more.
“Yes, sir,” I moaned.
“Your tight little holes keep clenching around my cocks, my needy pet. You need more than this,” he observed brazenly. His other hand snaked up my back, settling at the base of my scalp. I whined warily, but that didn’t stop his fist from closing around my hair.
He jerked me up, forcing me to look up at the men in the room.
