Gio woke in the morning to Ryke fucking her. Nothing fancy – he simply rolled her onto her stomach, pulled her thighs apart, fingerfucked her for ten or so strokes, then he plowed her until he came. With her head stuffed into the pillow, she let herself drift close to climax, and was disappointed when he finished without letting her come, but then...
She was also satisfied that he’d done it this way.
She lay in place, eyelids flickering as she assessed what lay between her legs and how she felt. Satisfaction from the mere act of being fucked was new to her. She’d never had a man who stayed with her long and had needed, even demanded they all make her come. And they mostly had, by mouth or vibe or with fingers. Coming by penetration alone had been elusive.
Ryke...had managed it more than once with instruments alone.
Her perfect lover was a madman.
He turned her over and sat astride her at waist level, his big feet brushing her legs, his hairy legs down there, his much larger and heavier body above, and those blue marks on his face fading in and out like forgotten stars. He took her wrists and pinned her hands to either side of her head, his mostly flaccid cock resting wetly on her belly. Already it hardened.
“Not fucking my ass, Ryke?”
That’d been his threat, and here she was reminding him.
She used his name, as he’d once asked her to, though perhaps he’d forgotten asking her to do that. So much had changed.
“I’m looking at you.”
“Just that?” Her eyebrow arched of its own doing. She hadn’t quite meant it to do that.
A little dangerous. Not so long ago she’d have thought it a lot dangerous.
Why did she taunt him? When had it become fun?
It...just...had.
Last night, when she sat on his lap and read to him, for one. That’d been intimate.
When he confessed to being obsessed with her – flipping things upside down and sneakily telling her she had value to him.
And here she was plotting the demise of the Mekkers. That made her feel hollow, even bad, which must be the height of irony.
He flexed his hands where they gripped her wrists and came in closer, as if to kiss, but instead he nipped the tip of her nose.
“I don’t fuck you unless I want to.” Oh the cruel curve of his mouth. He made her want to wriggle. “While I instruct Aunt M, I will let you consider your errors. Stay.”
She stayed, following him as he slipped off the bed and collected objects that tinkled and dangled from the top of the cage. Those hadn’t been there last night. Her pussy clenched at the sight, at what she imagined he might be intending to do with those.
The side of the bed sank when he put one knee to it and leaned over her. Ryke undid the belt on her neck.
“I have a proper collar for you. Aunt M foraged in the house and found a room full of fun things. I went shopping there this morning. The last king was a man of taste, great and varied taste – dildos, collars, leashes, whips. There are even some things I haven’t figured out what to do with them, or what he did with them.”
He buckled on a white collar, then wrist and ankle cuffs, then he bent her legs up toward her face and buckled her wrist cuffs to her ankle cuffs. She watched greedily, mostly without blinking, as he curled her into a ball shape and propped her in place with a pillow to either side and one beneath her ass.
After what he’d done before, she couldn’t avoid hoping to be fucked.
When he produced a large dildo on something like a broomstick, she did blink.
Not those. She grimaced when he introduced the tip to her pussy and pushed, turning it, trying to screw it into her though it barely seemed to go in.
“Remember these?” Ryke pulled it out and rotated the dildo before her eyes. “My new fuckspear. I’ve put a few of these in you but not one this large.”
Fear trickled into her throat, closing it down. Not just large, this was enormous.
“You make me wonder about why you’re doing this. You’re volunteering information when we haven’t been nice to you, have we? You hate us, Mekkers. You’ve said so.” He sat on the bed, casually finding her pussy lips with his fingers while he talked. The thing pressed at her again, at first this wasn’t awful, but the pain built as the dildo stretched her, as it advanced inward. “I figured you didn’t need lubrication, seeing I’ve put some in you already.”
The dildo crept in, tunneling. By then she was gasping, her eyes tearing, and he kept pushing, pushing. She wouldn’t beg but it was too big. He’d tear her. Then with one shove he burrowed it inches further to the full depth.
Mouth opened wide, she coughed through the hurt, voicing only one wretched no before she shut down her protests. She closed her eyes and gulped. The thing stretched her to the point where it hurt, especially when her muscles tightened.
“Done.” He sat up and wedged the stick into the decorative metal board at the end of the bed so the position kept the stick in place. “You’re leaking cum.” Ryke slapped her ass. “Dirty.”
Still acclimatizing to the dildo inside her, she swallowed again and bit back a whimper.
“How’s the size?”
“It’s too big. Please...”
“Please what? Remove it? No. It’s in. You’ll have it there while I speak to this mechling. “Learn. You do not dictate to me what I do to you.”
“Mmm.” She nodded, agreeing to anything to make this go faster, the pillow behind her rubbing on her hair.
“I don’t quite trust you, Gio. I don’t. I don’t understand why you’re helping, and not understanding worries me. Maybe you can think on that.” He bent and picked up something from the floor. Little clips, she saw, shiny clips attached to wire – one at either end of the length of wire. “Not sure what they did with these, but I’m good at making up stuff. One end goes on your cunt...and the other.”
It had teeth. Fuck, that clip had teeth.
“Ffff...” Then she whined as he attached several of them to her cunt lips and clipped the other ends to her inner thighs. The pain of those and the dildo threatened to overwhelm her. She shut her eyes. The feelings ballooned inside her. Pain, here, there, thumping at her.
“Be good and I’ll make you come. Shhh.”
He invited Aunt M in and spoke to him, listing things to do, which she couldn’t concentrate on or remember. Then he dismissed the mechling.
“Now. Just you and me.”
Ryke grabbed the stick and rotated it, sucked it out, thrust it in.
“Fuck, fuck.” Her head jerked forward. “Stop.”
“I will soon. Maybe I should find a bigger one for after?”
“No!”
“Why are you helping me?” In contravention of all torture rules, he placed his hand over her mound and then slid his fingers down to her clit. “Sloppy girl. You get so wet for me.” Circling her clit, pulsing with finger and thumb, he methodically turned her on while fucking her with the giant dildo.
Being aroused by this...
Groaning, she dropped her head to the pillow and pushed herself at his fingers, only to find the little teeth biting and pulling. Though she was bound, the tip of her toes just reached the bed when she couldn’t help herself and strained to arch into the pleasure. Then her ankles pulled at her wrists, pulled at her arms. Arousal climbed, made her thighs shake. Her toes began to ache, but she pushed and treadled. Couldn’t stop. If she came...if she came...those teeth would hurt her. Something hot and wet engulfed her clit, licking and sucking. Oh god, he had his mouth on her.
In seconds, she was gasping and bucking, hurting while coming, her eyes rolled back and nothing of worth in her head except the orgasm and his mouth and that fucking huge dildo crammed into her, hurting her inside. Her pussy squeezed onto it, hard.
The little teeth bit. Sharp beautiful pain.
Her pussy muscles were already at their limits. When they spasmed onto this immoveable object, there was nowhere for them to go. She arched again, thighs hard, her back bowing, forced by the strength of the orgasm.
Her last few choking gasps turned into a scream.
Spent, she succumbed, sinking into the bed and sucking down air, until his palm landed on her mouth and nose and stopped her inhaling.
Eyes flung open by panic, she found herself staring into his as her supply of air became drastically scarce.
Her pleas filtered through his palm and came out as muffled desperate grunts.
Ryke removed his hand then watched her wind down from the panic and her hard-fought climax.
“Remember. I can do what I like to you still. I may want to keep you, but keeping you can mean all manner of things. If I ever find out you betrayed us...”
Gio licked her mouth. Were those tears at her eyes? It seemed ages before she could finally say what she needed to. “I won’t.”
“Good.”
She had forgotten. Ryke was the man in the blood-snack room who’d killed a line of women just because they got in his way.
She watched him unplug her from the fuckspear and unbind her, remove the pillows. Exhausted, her legs flopped open. Her arms trembled if she tried to move them.
She would never forget that again.