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With the neck-brace thing on, I could only look up, towards the ceiling. I could aim my eyes down to see his face, but I hadn’t seen his dick yet. Another power-play thing, I supposed — me all spread out and open, and I could only look where he aimed my face.

He sank into me slowly, as if he wanted me to get used to him, and that probably should’ve been my first warning sign, but I thought he was just being sweet.

And I suppose he was, considering the fact he’s hung like a damned horse.Fuck, he was fat, but if I’m honest, the stretch was delicious. I was a little wary of how it would feel once he sped up and fucked me fast, but going in really, really slow flat-out worked for me.

Until it didn’t.

“Oh! Too deep, Master!”

And the bastard actuallysmirkedat me. “Of course it is, little Daisy May. It’s why I choose asses over cunts most of time unless it’s a tall girl, or one I know enjoys having her cervix slammed, and it’s why I frequently purchase the services of whores who understand I’m paying to fuck them hard and deep. Now?” He leaned in and kissed my nose. “I have you, you’re mine, and you don’t get a say.”

I closed my eyes, but he grabbed my nipple and squeezed. When I opened my eyes, he let go of my nipple, and he didn’t have to tell me if I kept closing them, he’d put clamps on my nipples.

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The sweetbutts can’t tell usnoif we want sex, but if they cry out in pain because we go too deep, most of us will find an angle that doesn’t hurt. Hurting them while we fuck their ass, however, isn’t frowned upon. Never made sense to me, but I don’t get to make the rules. Technically, I suppose it’s the sweetbutts who make them, because if one doesn’t enjoy coming to the clubhouse and being treated as property, she’ll stop coming. We can tell by scent how much distress they’re in, and we’re told as prospects not to push them too far. Some like to be hurt and objectified, and we can go way over-the-top with them, but the ones who just want a lot of dick, we mostly just pass around and fuck. Once the prospects reach a level where they can start making demands of the sweetbutts, how they treat them goes into the equation of whether we’ll vote them into the club or not.

For now, I wasn’t going to mention the sweetbutts to Daisy, because I didn’t want to clue her in that I’m a biker. If I dropped her off in the middle of nowhere right now and she went to LEO,she’d tell them my size, my hair color and beard, and the year and model of my truck.

But there are lots of guys my size who have dark hair and a trimmed beard. Lots of room for reasonable doubt in there. Even knowing I had the motorcycle wouldn’t prove anything because I no longer have it. I hadn’t titled it, so it’d never been in my name. There was no record of my ever having owned it.

But if she knew I was a member of a motorcycle club, reasonable doubt would go out the window. Same if she knew what the inside of my house looks like, or if she could accurately describe my dick, which means I wouldn’t let her see it for a while.

I wanted to look into her eyes this first time, so I’d put her at an angle that kept her from seeing what I was working with. In the future, she’d be blindfolded most of the time she was fucked.

One of the things I’d learned when we break a new sweetbutt in, is that if you keep their nipples constantly sore in those first weeks, it makes it easier to keep them in line. My little Daisy May’s nipples were angry red all the damned time, exactly as they should be, and I only had to threaten them once when she closed her eyes, and she didn’t do so again, other than to blink.

So I saw her pain as I sank into her, saw her terror when she realized how badly this was going to hurt when I started moving and got serious about fucking her, and I soaked it in. Total power. Total control.

The thing is, I went in at the angle most likely to hurt her. Once I started fucking her hard and fast, I’d change the angles up so it probably wouldn’t hurt as much — but she didn’t know this in the beginning, which was exactly how I wanted it. I was going to get her fear and pain responses all tied up with sex in her mind, so a year from now she’d get horny when she was terrified.

Which meant I had to make sure she stayed horny today, so every five or so minutes, I pulled out and used my tongue to bring her close to an orgasm again. On the fifth such time, I lubed my dick before I moved back into place, and watched her face when she realized I was going to plow her ass, this time.

“Master!”

She’d learned early on not to tell menofor any reason unless I asked her opinion on something, at which time I expected her to tell me the truth. But to randomly tell me I can’t do something? She’d spent a lot of time kneeling on uncooked rice her first two days, and after the third time, she’d started crying while I poured the rice on the floor. Those nerve endings had to be all kinds of fucked, but we’d been assured by our doc that humans could take it without damage, when Razor had made one of our sweetbutts kneel on rice for over an hour, once. Razor had assured us it was safe, but Duke had wanted to make sure, so he’d made the call and verified it.

I hadn’t wanted to like Razor, but he was damned good at finding just the right punishment for each sweetbutt. This one hadlikedbeing spanked and whipped, so it was counterproductive to do so when she didn’t follow orders.

And since I eventually wanted Daisy to be horny when I whipped, spanked, and flogged her, I wasn’t going to do so as her primary method of punishment once we got past this first break-in period. So far, she’d mostly kneeled on rice and had her nipples tortured, though I’d given her an OTK hand spanking. I’d started out with the belt during position training, but now that I had a good cane, I’d transitioned to it.

From this point forward, it would be the cane for a quickie punishment beyond nipple correction. She might never learn to love the belt, but I hoped to make it an erotic experience she didn’t associate with punishment.

I was waiting for her to fuck up big time with her mouth before I gave her a soapy enema with a fully inflated bardex nozzle and then washed her mouth out with soap while she held it. Hell, I might wash her mouth out with soap first, then do the enema, and then put her on her knees in the corner while she dealt with both.

All of this went through my mind in seconds, and then I focused on my little fuck-slave again. I’d given her a clear-water enema before I put her to bed every supposed evening, and it’d only been a few hours since her last, so I knew she’d be clean.

And I wasn’t going slow for this.

Oh no.

I happen to know exactly how badly it hurts to be spread open and raped your first time, and I couldn’t wait to rape my little Daisy May’s ass. Eventually, I’d teach her to like it, but first, I needed to claim her in the most visceral of ways.

And so, I used a lube launcher to get the lube inside her, rubbed lube on my dick, put the head of my cock in, gave her a few seconds for the pain to truly scream at her, and then I held onto her shoulders so I wouldn’t push her up the bed, and used my thigh and ab muscles to drive into her all at once.

It took a couple of good shoves, but less than ten seconds later I was buried to my balls, and my little bitch was screaming in agony, her eyes frantic with pain.

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