Page 55 of Conquered Pet
“Oh! It hurts,” I pleaded.
“Good,” he replied simply, and his brethren chuckled knowingly. I was too far gone to care that they were watching. The only things that mattered were the two of us, the feeling of his cocks conquering my body and the next orgasm that was going to destroy me.
That second release was on me before I was ready for it. It slammed over me like a tidal wave, ruthless, cruel, and unmerciful. I rose on my toes, and he thrust into me, his alien cocks possessing me in the most primal way imaginable.
My clit pulsed needily as my pussy grasped firmly at his thick length. I gasped and I tentatively brushed my fingers against the hard peaks of my nipples. I tossed my head back and his hand released my hair only to wind around my throat. I trembled, but another orgasm tore through me with vicious intensity.
I lost myself to sensation. Completely.
There was pain, but there was also shattering pleasure. Soon enough, the two came together and melded into one, tearing meopen from within with one release after the next. I lost count of how many times he made me come. It didn’t really matter.
He conquered me with his belt, but he subdued me with his cocks.
He leaned over me and growled possessively. His breath was like fire along my skin, sending tendrils of raw need straight down to my clit. I moaned out loud, shaking for him.
“The only thing you’re allowed to wear for the rest of the day is the marks from my belt and my seed dripping down your pretty thighs,” he groaned, and I gasped, ashamed and aroused by his words far more than I cared to admit.
He fucked me like a savage beast after that.
I screamed. I came. I fell apart on his cocks. I writhed beneath him, trying to survive him, and knowing that I likely couldn’t.
His cocks hardened further, stretching my poor used holes even wider. He throbbed inside of me, and I did my best to squeeze around him even though it hurt.
“Please!” I begged. Whether I wanted him to come or claim me even harder, I wasn’t sure.
He fucked me so hard that his pelvis slapped against my belted backside, causing me to cry out and shake so hard that I knew another orgasm was inevitable.
The moisture from his cocks was burning me from the inside out. It was making me hotter, needier, and I lifted my hips just a bit higher so he could use me that much harder.
“You’re going to come one more time for me, little pet. Make sure it hurts,” he demanded, and my body responded almost immediately.
I cried out, taking everything that he gave me. I shoved my hand between my thighs. I almost jerked my hand away. My clit was so sensitive, but I wanted to be obedient. My fingers glided over it, and I gasped. I pressed harder, taunting my pleasure forward because that’s what he wanted from me.
At first, my arousal was reluctant to answer, but I didn’t allow it to hide. I kept pushing because I wanted to obey him, losing myself in the visceral pull of his body against mine and the emotions that were threatening to break open my heart.
I focused on my pleasure instead.
Before long, my legs were shaking. His fingers dropped down to tease my nipples and I was so overcome with painful pleasure that I knew all was lost.
“Come,” he commanded.
Everything inside me relented. Ecstasy tore through me. Pleasure held me captive and when the tiny hooks along his cock bit into my flesh, my orgasm raged on unabated.
When his seed started marking both of my holes at the same time, it only grew that much more powerful. My screams echoed inside the room. I bucked hard, but he rode me through it because maybe he was made for me.
My eyes flashed to look out at the men watching. They were silent, enthralled by the vision of their commander putting his human in her place right in front of them.
This was their world. Not mine.
I screamed, feeling one spurt of his seed after the next scalding my insides. My inner walls milked him, wanting more. I didn’t stop teasing my clit until my orgasm finally started to ebb, suffering through the intensity of the whole thing because that’s what he wanted from me.
I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want it too.
When he was through with me, he pulled out slowly enough that I felt his seed begin to drip from me. I blushed red hot. He took a step back, surveying my red backside and well-used holes.
“Who owns you, Raiza?”
“You do, sir,” I whimpered. My voice was small, pitifully desperate. He lifted me and deposited me on the couch. I curled up beside him as he sat down next to me.
