The pain didn’t fade so much as it was joined by a building pressure that seemed to originate from where we were joined and radiate outward through my entire being. My punished pussy throbbed around him, the sensitivity from the paddle making every movement more intense.
“Look at yourself being fucked,” Beta commanded, and I couldn’t have looked away even if I’d wanted to. “See what your little cunny looks like with your master’s cock inside it.”
My breathing grew ragged as he increased his pace. The pressure suddenly became more: a feeling I could only describe as pleasure though it didn’t seem like any pleasant sensation I’d ever known before. It felt sogoodthough… or maybe so right:above all, I understood that I hadearnedit, both with my naughtiness and with my submission.
It built and built, climbing toward something in the distance that frightened me, because I knew I’d never experienced it before. My hands gripped the backs of my knees tighter, holding myself open for the man who had decided he would use my body just as he chose.
Then, almost without warning, it crashed over me—an orgasm so powerful it felt like my entire body might explode. I screamed, my back arching off the bed as waves of real, unmistakable pleasure rolled through me. My pussy clenched rhythmically around Beta’s cock, and I heard him growl with satisfaction at my response.
I sensed then that part of my mind was trying to think of Omega. That element of me wanted to compare this to what might have been with that dark entity. But I couldn’t even seem to picture him anymore. His face, his body, even the terrible pull of our bond—all of it seemed distant and hazy, as if it belonged to someone else’s memory.
I told myself, feeling my eyes open wide at what felt like a revelation, that Beta had pushed Omega completely out of me. Somewhere, further down, another voice seemed to whisper a contradiction, but at that moment I couldn’t make out what it said, and I had no desire to listen more closely.
As the aftershocks of my orgasm subsided, Beta pulled his penis gently from my pussy. I whimpered at the loss, feeling suddenly terribly empty. But then his hands were on me, turning me over with such ease it drew a sob from my chest. He put me on my knees, then he bent me until my face was buried in the soft covers.
I tried to turn my head so that I could see it in the mirror. My tummy fluttered and my heart raced as I began to understand what my new master meant to do. But I felt his huge hand on the back of my head, then, keeping my face downward, pushing slightly as if to reassert his authority.
“I’ll decide what you see, and when,” he said in a voice that seemed to rumble through my whole body.
“Yes, Master,” I whimpered, feeling my face shape itself into a pout of mortified, offended modesty at the idea of all that Beta could see and I could not: my pussy, my whipped bottom, my tiny, cringing anus.
His hand moved to my hip. I sensed him positioning himself behind me.
“I’m going to take your bottom now,” he said, his voice thick with desire. “I’m going to fuck your little anus the way a naughty girl needs to have her bottom fucked.”
I felt something cool—the cream from earlier, I realized—being spread between my cheeks. His fingers worked it into the tight ring, preparing me, stretching me gently but with unmistakable dominance. My master conquered my bottom’s resistance softly, but without regard for any shred of feminine modesty I might have clung to. I whimpered into the covers, my body trembling with renewed arousal despite having just climaxed so intensely.
Then I felt the head of his cock pressing against that forbidden entrance, and I tensed.
“Relax,” Beta commanded. “Let my cock in, Jendra.”
He pushed forward steadily, and I felt my body resist before finally yielding. The stretch seemed overwhelming, thesensation of being invaded there both wrong and intensely arousing. I cried out into the covers as he pressed deeper, claiming this final part of me.
“Turn your face now,” Beta said, his voice husky. “Watch your bottom being fucked.”
Part of me quailed at the shameful idea, but I couldn’t help obeying. I turned my head to the side, and my eyes found the mirror on the wall. Again, I could see everything—too much—my punished bottom raised high, the welts from the cane still livid against my pale skin, and Beta’s massive blue cock sliding in and out of my anus with slow, deliberate strokes.
The region of my mind that censorious Ms. Opalin had shaped so carefully during my schooling on Hippolyta knew that the sight should have horrified me. Instead, it sent fresh heat pooling in my core. I watched myself being taken in the most shameful possible way, being used, being thoroughly claimed by my master.
Then I felt it—something entirely new. A tingling sensation on my clit that made me gasp. Beta wasn’t touching me there; both his hands gripped my hips as he fucked my bottom. But somehow I felt his energy, his power, working that sensitive bundle of nerves with perfect precision. It was like what Omega had done, when he had controlled my body from across the room, but also entirely different. Not invasive or overwhelming—my impalement on my master’s cock remained the most important sensation in my body—but somehow mercifully, deliciously complementary.
“That’s my gift to you,” Beta murmured, his thrusts growing faster. “My energy, bringing you pleasure while I enjoy this tight little bottom.”
The stimulation was unlike anything physical touch could provide, and yet it felt like it couldn’t have existed without my master’s rigid penis thrusting a few millimeters away. It seemed to vibrate at exactly the right frequency, building pleasure faster than should have been possible. Combined with the fullness in my anus, the sight of myself in the mirror, and the knowledge that Beta was using me exactly as he pleased, it drove me toward another peak with terrifying speed.
This orgasm was even more powerful than the first. It seemed to originate from multiple places at once—my clit, my anus, deep in my core where I’d just been deflowered. The pleasure was so intense it bordered on pain. I turned my face back into the covers, as if out of reverence in the presence of the majesty of Beta’s fucking. I screamed into the covers as my body convulsed.
I heard Beta growl, felt his cock pulse inside me as he found his own release. The sensation of him filling my bottom with his seed sent another wave of pleasure through me, prolonging my climax until I thought I might pass out from the intensity.
Finally, the bodily sensations subsided. Beta withdrew carefully and gathered me into his arms, holding me against his chest as we both caught our breath. I felt his hand stroking my hair, his lips pressing gentle kisses to my forehead.
“You did so well,” he murmured. “Such a good girl. Such a perfect little cunt for your master.”
