The worst thing about this is the fact that I know it is going to work. Every time his fingers slap my pussy, they linger on my clit and give it a little rub, then leave again, and return with another smack.
“Fuck! Ow! No! Please! Yes!” I am already incoherent as I beg him for release at the same time I want some mercy for my aching pussy.
Drako doesn’t do mercy.
He continues to spank and rub my pussy until it is swollen and red, until I am whimpering erotic tears as my orgasm keeps getting closer and closer.
“Cry and come for me, baby,” he demands. “Cry and come for me at the same time.”
I am not able to resist his orders, of course. The more he tells me what to do, the more my body responds. My mind is rebellious, but my flesh is entirely submissive.
I come for him, writhing and gasping, tears rolling down my cheeks as I finally reach that desperate orgasmic peak. He strums my clit firmly throughout the whole affair, until I am shaking and begging him once again to stop.
But he doesn’t.
He continues to rub my spanked clit until I come a second time. This time, my cries are raw and my tears are displayed for all to see, and I am absolutely shattered from pleasure and from understanding what my body will do when it is handled by a truly ruthless man.
He turns me around, pushes me back over the railing, and then his cock is back inside me in a rough surge.
“That’s right,” he growls. “A second breeding for my captive slave.”
“It hurts,” I whimper.
“It’s supposed to,” he growls back, sinking deep inside me in long, slower thrusts that are designed to make me feel every single inch of his cock, as if I had a fucking choice.
This time the fucking does feel more like a disciplinary punishment. He is more deliberate about it, and less passionate. He uses his cock like a rod of discipline, and I wriggle on it like a bad girl being brought to justice.
“I should fuck your ass,” he says. “That’s what should be happening, really. But I think I will save that…”
“For what?”
“For the second stage of your punishment. I think I’ll have your Golden Boy use your ass.”
He starts to work his thumb into my butt while he slow fucks me. I am too distracted by my aching clit and pussy, and now my sore bottom to care how the crowd is reacting now. I have been brought into my body in the most primal of ways.
When he decides I am loose enough, he pulls out.
“Golden Boy. Come show me and my crew how you fuck our mate’s ass.”
This is a test for Thor, and for me. And for the crew. If they accept that Thor has the right to mate Drako’s mate, then they accept him. Me, I get accepted either way. A fuckable prisoner has that effect on a Vikar crew.
Letting Thor fuck my ass is probably going to save his life. I tell myself that’s why I don’t try to resist when I feel him behind me. He must feel like hell. They beat him before they brought him out here, but I guess it had no ill effect on his cock. It takes a real confident man to be able to maintain an erection in front of a hostile army, but by the way the thick head of his cock feels like at my ass, he’s super confident.
“Good girl,” he praises me, putting one hand on my shoulder to steady me and provide himself traction as his cock slides into my lubricated ass with a firm pressure that makes the tight ring of muscle submit. I moan softly, wanting his flesh in me as a reassurance that he is still here.
The feeling of being anally taken is so particular. It’s not like my pussy that yearns to be bred, but it’s also not entirely without feeling. My pussy senses that a cock is near and in my body, and responds by getting sensitive all over again. Hot shame is an aphrodisiac I am enjoying in this moment as I am anally defiled and taken in front of the crowd.
Thor fucks me like a man who has something to prove. He tries to be gentle, I think, but having witnessed Drako take me over and over, he now proceeds to show everyone just why I also belong to him.
He starts off slowly, but once he picks up pace, I am being fucked hard, every stroke making my ass pulse and sting as his hips make hard contact, and his balls swing against my swollen but empty pussy.
“Look at her, the daughter of the man who made an enemy city, now giving up her tight little asshole to a firefighter, a low-born man like us who puts his body on the line to save others. She’s learning her true place with us. She knows who she is, and what she’s used for. Look at that cute little panting face she makes when he pulls out and pushes back in.”
Drako narrates my anal discipline for the benefit of the crowd, but also for me. I have entered a state of arousal in which I cannot help myself. I have been fucked so many ways, humiliated and shamed so entirely, displayed, used, and bred, and all of it is feeding me.
I know I am loved. Drako is obsessed with me, and Thor would do anything to keep me. These two men are enemies who have made peace because they know deep down that peace is the only way they can have me.
“We’re going to let her home world know she’s our captive,” Drako says. “And that their precious founding princess is going to be fucked until she has my baby. From now on, if they attack us, they attack their own flesh and blood!”
