Anal Trained (3 page)

A strangled scream rushed out of her as her whole body clamped down, her pussy empty and untouched but her ass filled with hard cock. Her tortured ass clenched so hard around him that he snarled, almost in pain, riding her as she came. Furiously he smashed her slender body down onto the bench, nailing her ass so hard that she was screaming in mingled agony and pleasure. Everything burned and her cunt ached so badly she would have done anything to touch it. In a hot burst she felt him come inside her – spurting a liquid flood deep into her ass. The heat of his cum filling her was so delicious it almost washed out the pain. She couldn’t breathe; the world seemed to spin around her in a darkening cyclone.

After a while she found herself lying on her belly with Knight slumped hot over her back. His cock was still pulsing wetly in her ravaged asshole, which felt like it had been fucked by a hundred men and not just one. So much of his seed was bursting into her tight little hole that it was seeping out the sides, trickling hot down her thighs. The sticky trail of liquid from her cunt went all the way down to her knees in thin tendrils. Everything was soft and warm, even Knight’s crushing weight on her back.

He groaned, one hand weaving softly through her hair. While his cock shuddered into stillness he stroked her absently.

“You slut, I told you not to come,” He rasped, suddenly shoving himself off her. For once he seemed a little hazy himself, but he bared his fangs in a snarl.

“Stand.”

Alice mewled pitifully, trying and failing to make her wobbly legs work. Eventually he bent to snatch a handful of hair, dragging her yelping to her feet. She stood there, woozy but in growing terror as he grabbed up the crop and something off a small table. Reaching down he fiddled with her ankles, quickly unlinking the chain between them.

“I, I didn’t mean to-“

“Quiet. Spread your legs, bend over, grab your ankles,
don’t
move.”

Whimpering in anticipation, Alice did as she was told. She couldn’t see him now but she but
felt
him moving behind her, could almost hear the whisper of the crop through the air. His eyes seemed to burn into her back.

“Fifteen. Count the strokes,” He said, with black fury in his voice.

Fifteen?
She thought in horror. The first lash cracked hard over her ravaged ass, right where the stripe of a previous blow already was. Alice yelped helplessly as the pain shot through her, blending with the warmth of her afterglow.

“You didn’t count. I suppose I’ll have to repeat that one.”

“No please –“

The next bit into her ass before she had time to finish, dragging a ragged gasp out of her.

“One,” she gasped, clutching her ankles desperately, trying not to cry.

By the time the rest had been done tears spattered on the silk carpet in front of her, and her whole body was shaking. Pain had blended so deeply into pleasure that she no longer knew which was which. She just desperately wanted to escape this whipping and curl up in the corner of her cell where Knight couldn’t see her.

“Fifteen,” She finally sobbed, as the last stroke cracked across her ass.

Knight grunted, flinging his crop away.

“I don’t like having to do that,” he murmured, reaching down to stroke the reddened skin of her ass. At first she whined at the pain of him touching the welts, but his warm touch gradually smoothed away some of the sting. He hadn’t told her to stand, though, so she stayed bent with her ass in the air, shaking with the strain and woozy from the intensity of the last few hours.

“You come when I tell you to, and not before.” He said it chidingly, like she was a child who’d run out onto the road.

“Yes Master,” Alice squeaked out. She was so exhausted that this new fact about her reality seemed completely normal, and she suddenly felt awful for having allowed herself to come. That was something for her owner to give to her as a reward, and she’d been selfish to just let it happen.
“I’m sorry Master,” she added tentatively, staring down at the floor.

Knight seemed a little surprised, stroking her ass affectionately. “You are, aren’t you? Stay.”

Alice strained uncomfortably while he moved around behind her, desperately wanting to look. Every tiny draft felt like the breeze of a descending whip, but nothing touched her. Still her tender skin prickled in anticipation, her green-broken asshole flinched, completely exposed by the position.

When something cold and metal nudged up against her swollen pussy she actually yelped, almost staggering forward. Knight caught her shoulder and steadied her, mercifully ignoring the fact that she’d moved. She didn’t think she could have taken another whipping today. The cold steel circled her still-wet cunt, feeling completely alien and unnatural. All she could think about was the steel-bound prod that had shocked he used to shock her cunt a few days before, and soon she was trembling. The memory of the pain was so intense she could almost feel the current running through her now.

Knight grunted, ran a comforting hand over her exposed back. “It’s not that,” he murmured, seeming to understand.

However much of a monster he was, Knight had never lied to her. She relaxed a little, though the cold steel gliding over her slit was almost unbearable. Her still-sensitive clit rose to its icy touch, sending a strange flutter through her. Without warning he plunged it into her. It was
thick
, whatever it was, and cold enough that she shrieked, squeezing her eyes shut. The prod grew much wider down the shaft, and then suddenly and dramatically narrowed. The outer lips of her cunt swallowed it in. Knight stirred it inside her, rubbing the heat and damp of her sopping slit into the smooth, chilly surface. Soon she was moaning again, feeling the volcanic heat of arousal rising in her belly.

He laughed, yanking it suddenly out. The cold stayed behind, deep in her silken tunnel, and the flush stayed on her cheeks.

“Oh… oh no…” She murmured quietly, suddenly understanding. Her ravaged asshole flinched, barely able to close, dripping with his cum.

“You’re not done yet. Quiet before you whip you again.” His voice was all dark amusement, even as he fondled her trembling body.

Alice squeezed her eyes shut. He moved behind her, letting the cold, slick tip of the butt-plug glide up the silk skin between her pussy and her ass. It stopped as it nudged against her loose and cum-soaked hole.

“Deep breath, open,” He started to press it in, agonisingly slow, and she let out a whine of discomfort.

The cold steel forced her slicked entrance open again, wider and wider as the plug thickened, until it was as wide as his cock had been. She let out a shuddering breath, feeling the coolness surging deeper into her body, digging her nails into her ankles to try and distract herself. When it reached the widest point she thought she was going to scream, and then it popped past her asshole and settled in deeply, and her body seemed to soak it in.

Her tortured hole closed naturally around the narrow part tightly, holding it deep inside her. Each tiny motion of her body shifted the metal weight, rubbing the cool smoothness over the raw interior of her asshole. She was forced to admit it felt good, exquisitely sensitive, nearly painful but
good.
The fullness was almost the same as his cock inside her, but without the grinding and pounding of his fucking she could appreciate the sensation in more detail. The thinner part pressed up against her asshole and sealed it, and wouldn’t let her forget it was there.

“You’re keeping that in for the rest of the night. Stand up.”

Alice faced him, blushing deeply with the end of the plug poking out of her ass. Her cheeks clenched reflexively on the invader, but there was no way she could get it out without using her hands. Knight looked at her appreciatively. He loved the demure, self-conscious way she was standing and the way her pert little ass kept flexing - rebelling against the plug. She held her hands as if they were still bound at her sides, as if she’d forgotten that she could move them around.

“Gorgeous,” he smiled, brushing a golden curl of her face. “Do you like it?”

She looked acutely embarrassed, unable to even meet his eyes. “Yes Master,” she almost whispered.

“Come, we’ll take a bath. I think you’ve earned that.”

He took her by the hand, leading her almost gently, like they were lovers. It felt so strange and pleasant that she almost laughed.
Does he really care about me?
She wondered. Sometimes it almost seemed like it, but he was so incredibly cruel to her as well. How could those two things exist in one person? Her muddled brain turned the question over as they walked. With her ankles unbound she could have taken normal steps, but the shifting of the plug inside her made that feel so strange that she still walked with the little slave-steps of a hobbled girl. Dark corridors passed, they came to a palatial bathroom in white marble, with a bathtub as deep and wide as a spa.

While it filled with steaming water Knight unbuckled the complex harness. When it slid off her sweaty skin she almost groaned – it felt so strange and naked to be without it now.  She wiggled and shook her hips, appreciating the way no straps tugged against her delicate flesh. The only thing left was the ribbon light around her throat.

Knight laughed as he watched her, black eyes gleaming. “You’re like an unbridled horse.”

It would have been insulting except for the affectionate way he said it. She might have been nothing more than an animal to him, but at least she was an animal that he liked. Alice smiled hesitantly, quickly looked away.

I’ve never seen him naked.

The thought arose so suddenly that it burst out her mouth, barely rephrased, “Are… are you coming in with me?”

“Yes. That was the idea,” He raised an eyebrow at her.

“Oh. Good.” She blushed furiously, staring at the heated tiles beneath her feet.

He stared at her in disbelief, then laughed so hard that he started shaking, his sharp teeth bared in a shark’s grin. After a while she couldn’t help laughing too, for the first time since he’d captured her. This situation was just so strange, so completely hilarious. He’d fucked her so many times and done so many things to her, but something as simple as having a bath was still new to them.

Laughing like that Knight was as beautiful as that first time they’d met, but so much more human it was staggering.

“You’re a strange girl,” he finally shook his head, stooped to wrap her in his arms. His warm body enveloped her for a brief second as he lifted then lowered her gently into the hot water. It stung as it rose up over the stripes on her thighs, and she yelped as it flooded around her groin. The hot water soaked into the plugged bud of her asshole, swirled around her aching slit.

“Stop splashing,” Knight admonished, grinning. Soon enough the pain faded in the heat, dissolving. He let her sink deep before turning away, unbuttoning his shirt with damp fingers. “You can watch, but don’t let me catch you touching yourself.”

“Scouts honour,” Alice grimaced in embarrassment, but she did watch, with wide eyed fascination. His black eyes never left her as he stripped. More skin was gradually revealed, of the same marble perfection as his face. He had the lean, hard build of a man whose muscles came from life and not the gym. His muscles were impossibly cleanly defined, as if he actually was carved from stone.

When he opened the shirt, though, there was a dark scar running across the pale perfection of his chest. From navel to left shoulder it marred his flesh a cool bluish-grey. The skin contorted around it, as if the wound had been incredibly deep, and the darker colour was intense against his glossy paleness. She couldn’t help staring, not in disgust but in awe – what could possibly harm something like him? Even with the scar, he was easily the most attractive man she’d ever seen. She found herself flattered that a creature like this would even find her attractive – awkward, shy Alice with her blushing.

He let her look, completely expressionless. He stripped quickly, yanked the shirt from his broad shoulders and dropped it unceremoniously on the floor. Soon the rest of his expensive clothes followed, falling in a careless heap. Even completely nude he looked as intense and dangerous as ever, something she would never have thought possible. Maybe it was the tense athleticism of his body that did it, or maybe the scar. He didn’t look like men did naked. He had the lithe grace of a predatory animal rather than a human, and as he vaulted easily into the tub alongside her she found herself flinching away.

If he noticed he didn’t say anything, simply reaching towards her and wrapping her in his arms. He pulled her into his lap in the steaming water, crushed her to the warmth of his chest. Slowly his hands moved, gently rubbing her tender body. His lips brushed across the skin of her neck. She felt him freeze for a second, but he only kissed her. Hugging her to him his mouth traced a delicate path over her damp skin. Warmth closed around her, soaking into her aching body. His still-hard shaft crushed pleasantly against the back of her thigh, his hip nudging at the plug still in her ass.

She wanted to ask him a million questions,
now
when he seemed almost happy with her, but instead something made her turn around, swirling hot water. She kissed him before she could stop herself, tilting her head back and pressing her trembling, human lips to his perfect mouth. He seemed surprised, but after a long time he kissed her back, slowly at first then hungrily. His tongue darted hot and wet into her mouth before he groaned, moving her gently away.