Page 39 of His Toy

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Bella’s body throbbed around him again, and, this time, Alex went off like a rocket. The cock ring had made it harder for him to come, or he probably would have gone off the second he’d pushed into Bella’s pussy. When he did finally come, it was incredibly intense. He could feel the jets of liquid streaming out of him, taking his energy, all his pent-up anxiety and tension, along with it.

He groaned and lay himself out over her body, his knees too weak to hold him in the standing position anymore. She shuddered and clenched beneath him, milking his cock, her fingers massaging little circles on the back of his shoulders.

“Fuck,” he said hoarsely. Her crazed passion had been exciting… but…

Her hips rolled again, and she shivered; fine tremors went through her body.

“Again,” she whispered, her voice husky.

“I can’t.”

Alex rolled away and crawled fully onto the bed. His cock was wet with their combined juices, and he needed a few minutes to catch his breath. Bella followed him, her eyes practically glowing as she knelt beside his hips and lowered her mouth to lick at his groin. Her hand was already between her legs, stroking her juicy pussy.

“Fuck!”

The rasp of her tongue against his sensitive cock was painfully pleasurable. Bella moaned as she rubbed herself, her hand working between her legs, searching for more pleasure. Alex grabbed a chunk of her hair and pulled her off his dick. She looked at him with glazed, needy eyes, her lips shiny with their juices.

“Bella, you have to stop.” He phrased it as an order, but he could hear the pleading in his voice.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” She gasped, but her hand was still moving. “I can’t, Alex… it huuuurts.”

The anguish in her voice broke his heart because he wouldn’t be able to resist. Not now that he’d heard the relief sex had given her; not knowing he could erase the pained note. Alex groaned and released her hair, and Bella bent over him and cleaned his groin of cum and cream while she played with herself.

She sucked his cleaned cock eagerly into her mouth, her tongue laving over its surface as she became more visibly excited. Alex groaned and held his hands gently on her head, stroking her hair and trying not to enjoy himself too much—a nearly impossible task.

There was no one here watching them. No one judging them. It was just him and Bella.

Him, Bella, a cock ring, an electric collar, and drugs running through her system. It was almost too easy to forget. As she shifted, he could see the butt plug in her virgin asshole, another reminder that he was a jerk if he forgot what was really going on here.

But her mouth was eager and hot and sweet, and she sucked him deeply, as if she couldn’t get enough of his cock between her lips. Every bob of her head sent him pressing into her throat, and her muscles squeezed the tip of his dick as her tongue danced along the underside. It was the best fucking blowjob of his life, and it made him feel like shit.

Her soft hair curled around his fingers as his hips thrust upward, going deeper, and she sucked hard again. Then she pulled away and began to climb on top of him. Her pussy lips were dark pink, her swollen clit peeking out from between the folds, and she was wet and hot as she sank down onto his cock.

Alex gripped her hips and gritted his teeth, determined to give her what she needed while he still tried his best not to enjoy it. Bella sat straight up, taking him deeply and completely into her body, so wet with their combined juices and the saliva on his cock it only took one thrust to bury him inside her. They both moaned as her muscles gripped him, and the look of relief on her face did a lot to mediate the feelings of guilt that crept inside him.

Bella cupped her breasts and squeezed them hard, rolling her nipples between her fingers as she began to bounce on his cock. She looked like a sex goddess using him for her pleasure—which was exactly what was happening, except it wasn’t her choice. But he chose to give freely because he couldn’t bear the alternative.

Since he’d already come once, with the help of the cock ring he managed to keep from coming again as she rode him through orgasm after orgasm after orgasm….

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The sound of the door opening and men laughing woke Bella. She’d been curled up on the bed next to Alex; her entire body felt like it had been pushed through a wringer. Just moving her legs made her whimper; her pussy was swollen and sticky and beyond sore.

Alex stirred next to her, one heavy arm reaching around her body and pulling her closer to him as he looked up to see who was coming into the room. Bella stifled a moan as her muscles protested even that small movement.

She remembered everything that had happened, but it was like remembering a movie. Like her memories had happened to someone else, with only the physical state of her body proving it had been her. She’d ridden Alex to orgasm after orgasm until he’d finally flipped her onto her back and fucked her with long slow strokes that had her constantly coming… and then she couldn’t remember. Maybe she’d just passed out, finally.

“Come on lovebirds, wake up,” one of the soldiers said.

They were taken to a bathing room where one of the soldiers bent Bella over and removed the plug before fingering her sore pussy, his fingers coated with the healing cream that had helped her so much before. She couldn’t help but moan with relief as her abused lips and insides were coated, soothing the flaming ache. Alex got the same treatment on his cock, which also looked like it had been abused. By her.

Afterward, they were given a shower and allowed to do their business before being taken to the main room. Bella still had to take small, mincing steps, despite the effects of the cream, and did her best to keep her thighs from brushing the lips of her pussy. Alex kept his arm wrapped around her waist, allowing her to lean on him, which she was eternally grateful for even though she couldn’t look him in the face. Remembering the way she’d acted—despite being drugged—made her feel incredibly ashamed, as though she should have had more control.

The main room was filled with people, most of them already eating their dinner. Bella’s stomach growled, and she felt her heart sink at the idea of having to earn her food now. She was starving and sore and not feeling entirely sane. Punching someone right now would feel really, really good, even if it did get her a punishment.

As soon as she had the thought, Bella was torn because she really couldn’t take any kind of punishment in her current condition.

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