Page 33 of Brutally Mated
“Why?” I whine the question.
“Because you don’t deserve to come. Good girls get to orgasm, but you’ve been a surly, thieving, naughty little brat,” he says, tapping my clit punitively. “So I am going to play with you, but you are not going to get to come.”
I whimper, but there’s nothing I can do. When I try to reach for my pussy myself, to address the problem of the fact that I am fucking dying to climax, he makes a tutting sound, grabs my arms, and pulls them down to his sides, leaving me spread-eagled on his larger body, and absolutely trapped on his cock.
He jolts his hips a few times, moving the knot in me a bit, driving me wild.
“She looks beautiful like this,” Skor says. “Do you want me to take an image, brother?”
I had forgotten he was here, but when he speaks, I make eye contact with him. He flickers a dark wink at me, and again there’s that pulse of something ephemeral. Something like magic, but not magic. Fuck. I feel so exposed and so vulnerable.
“Yes,” Krall says. “Let’s take a picture of our naughty little mate being properly bred.”
Skor reaches into one of their bags, plucks out a small, rounded device, points it at me and Krall, and clicks a button several times. I have absolutely no idea what he is doing, until the machine whirrs and then images start to emerge from the bottom, small rectangular squares that are somehow manifested into reality.
He plucks one of them out of the small pile the machine creates, shakes it, then holds it in front of my face.
I gasp in shock as I see a picture of myself that looks like reality itself. My inner thighs and my pussy are bright pink, swollen, and wrapped around a thick cock. My breasts have come free of my dress and are exposed. My face is flushed and slightly quizzical. I look bright-eyed and blushing.
“You are beautiful,” Skor says. “Every time you are fucked, this is how you look. See this sweet redness that runs from your face to your breasts? See how your pussy is so wet and so puffy? She how perfectly fuckable and useable and breedable you are?”
I whimper with embarrassment, but he only lifts the camera and takes another picture, this time a close-up of my face. The device must be able to somehow capture the light of the world and transfer it to paper. I’ve read of such things in my mother’s books, but these are one of the many wonders I have never encountered.
Skor frees his cock, which is hard and straining for me. He turns my head to the side and pushes the tip of his cock into my mouth. I make a little muffled sound as he starts to use my lips as if they are a pussy.
I settle down and accept my fate. This is what happens with my mates, when they are roused in any way, they want to fuck me, and they are not particular about which hole they use.
Click… click…
He takes more pictures, then shows me them. I see the lewd imagery of a thick cock across my lips, and then inside my mouth, stretching my cheeks.
Krall’s cock is starting to soften and slip from my pussy, a fact that Skor takes immediate and complete advantage of. He pulls his super hard cock from my mouth, picks me up and plunges me down on his cock, fucking me right in midair, just holding me like a toy.
The slaps and punishment my pussy took earlier have made me sensitive, as does the fact that I have been mated over and over from the moment they caught up with me after I was given to them.
“Ow, ow, ouch, ow,” I whimper as he cups my ass, spreads my cheeks, and lets gravity impale me on his cock.
“It’s a good hurt, baby,” Skor promises me. “It’s the way your pussy should feel, sore, and stretched and filled. This is what you need.”
He carries me over to the window and spins me on his cock so I am no longer facing toward him, but away. He perches me up on some luggage, so I am able to stand as he starts to fuck me from behind, pushing me up against the window.
“Look out there,” he growls. “Look at the world going by as I fuck your little hole.”
The world is grassy plains and ungulate animals, and me being fucked with my breasts pushed up against the window, and my face, too.
“Is this helping you get accustomed?” He asks the question with a rough thrust. “Are you starting to get used to being on a train?”
I wouldn’t care where I was with him doing this to me. I could be on the moon. My body has entered some kind of fuck-fugue state, where all I want is to feel his cock deep inside me. I can feel more, too, that same darkness from before seems to be released inside me with every thrust. I feel it curling around my pussy, gripping at my clit. Unseen things are happening to me. My animal nature is being activated. I let out a sound that I intend to be a moan, but really sounds more like a howl.
“That’s right,” Skor murmurs in my ear, too quietly for Krall to hear. “Old man thinks you’re his because you have some cute daddy issues that make you want to spread your legs and get your bottom spanked, but I know what you are inside. I know where your power comes from. And I intend to dominate that, and every other part of you.”
I feel something squeezing my clit, and I jolt and howl and whine, knowing he is breeding me again. Hard thrust. Hard thrust. Over and over. Hard thrust until it feels like all I am ever going to be good for.
“Fuck, yes. Fuck, yes,” he growls. “You are such a good girl for me. I can feel you softening. You’re going to give it all to me. You’re going to take my cock whenever I want. And soon, your belly is going to swell with pups of a like the world has never seen.”
I come pressed hard against the train window, with the world rushing by, and the rocking motion of the train helping the fuck motion of cock inside me even as his knot stretches me open and wide.
I come as he climaxes, and a second flood of seed mixes with Krall’s and I know I have been so deeply and completely bred that there is no way I am going to get away without being made pregnant. They are going to force me to carry their pups. I am going to be made to fulfill my sexual destiny.
