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Her teeth chattered nervously when the  blunt end of the toy cock nudged heranus—then, dear Ares, he pushed  firmly, making her cry out as it  sunk deep. “Ohhh!”  She thought she was crying out from pain,  but just as quickly, discomfort abated, leaving her  with a stunning sense of fullness in  a place she’d never expected to be filled,and a sense of her own sexuality so hot and  dirty that  she’d never experienced anything like it. In that strange, transforming  instant, she became  wild and hungry,
 
truly
 
wanting to be everything he wanted her to be, wanting  to do his every bidding, please hisdarkest whim.

“How does that feel, vixen?”  he asked from behind her.

Her lips trembled from  the overwhelming  pleasure of being his slave. “Brutally  good,” she said on a shaky voice.

Her husband’s deep sigh was all she needed to hear to know the answer had  pleased him. As he began to move the clay  cock slowly in and out of  her ass, she  clenched her teeth at the pure sexual being she’d just become. Nothing mattered but  sensation. She ceased to think, to reason, to  worry, to wish or to plan. Nothing mattered  but the tool in her  ass and the incredible knowledge that she was genuinely  succumbing, becoming what he wanted her to be. Hot, so hot.  Everything  inside her burned with an unrefined lust and desire so  deep and dark that she’d never imagined it  could exist.

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She moved against the clay cock, amazed when  it began to glide more freely in theorifice, even more amazed when the pleasure deepened, threatening to swallow her.  The thin gold links between her thighs rubbed deliciously through her pussy, chafingher clit, centering all she was in the region of her ass and cunt. She was nothing else butthose parts  of her body in that moment, lost  in the sensations, drowning there—a most
wonderful
,
 
powerful
 
drowning.

She cried out at the raw pleasure. It was  tinged with pain—she felt it somewhere around the  edges of her anus—but the pleasure was so great that  it
 
embraced
 
the pain. The hint of pain made it even
 
better
. She wanted to hurt for him.

Behind her,  he growled in clear response to her mewling cries, and she found herself languidly licking her lips, sinking, sinking, knowing ecstasy was near.
 
Rub me,my little gold chain. Rub my clit.
 
It was swollen—she could sense that—swollen and protruding through one of the thick links, making the contact all the sweeter.

Soon. So soon. Any second now. Closer…closer…

Then Ralen’s hand was at her back—and he  unhooked the chain so that its end dropped free from her  belly onto the table below her.

She howled  her frustration as the loss  roared through her—and Ralen answered by slapping her ass, hard.

She cried out again, angered, but was forced to  bite her lip at the  jolt  of  pleasure  thehot blow sent crashing through her nether region.
 
Everything
 
was pleasure and arousalnow—
everything
.

And then—oh Ares!—he was suddenly in her,  thrusting his thick, solid cock into her hungry  pussy, making her cry out yet again. This time all pleasure, no pain. Shewas impossibly full—filled in both cunt and  ass—and if she’d thought the sensations were overwhelming before, they  were nothing compared to this.

“Oh, Ralen!”

“That’s right, vixen,”  he uttered through  clenched teeth. “Say my name. Tell me  who fucks you hard and deep.”

“Ralen,” she whimpered. “Ralen.”

Her arms went weak—too much pressure on  them for too long and too much pleasure from behind—and she sank down toward the table. She waited for him to  complain, or smack her ass, but he simply  kept fucking her, his  strokes thorough and  reaching, perhaps deeper than she’d ever felt him in her before. Amazingly, while he  looped one  arm around her waist, he continued  to deliver small thrusts of the clay cock  with his free hand, in time with the drives  in her pussy, filling her to overflowing with  each plunge of both. Her whole body  shuddered with the crushing pleasure.

Her cries were wild—she was lost to Ralen and heat and sex, and the spell was  broken only when he said, “Spread your legs.”

She wasn’t sure exactly what he meant,  given her position on  her knees, but she  tried, parting them as much as she could across the table as he fucked her.

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He bent over her then, his warm hard chest grazing her back, and the hand around her waist dropped to her cunt. Two big fingers began to stroke the right spot—rubbing in hot circles over her poor, swollen clit. Her pussy and ass were still full, and thisadded sensation took her to a  place of instant perfection.

She yelled out with heated abandon, aware  of nothing but brazen joy and the man who delivered it so shockingly well. And this time he
 
wanted
 
her to come—she knew.  He wouldn’t stop, or take anything away. This time he wanted to draw the pleasure from her with his thrusting cock and skilled  fingers turning in hot little circles…turning,turning…so  sweet—sweet and hot and making the sensation gather in a tight ball just beneath his  touch…and then… Oh! It broke over her like a fury, raining down from the

sky. Her whole body was swept into the tumult of pulsing pleasure, and the sounds  that left her were no longer just mere cries, but his name. She was yelling it. Screaming  it. “
Ralen! Ralen! Ralen!
”

When the storm inside her subsided she collapsed beneath him completely, and just

as quickly he pulled  out of her—both her  ass and her pussy—leaving her to feel  agonizingly empty with the sudden departures…until he growled his own release and  the sweet hot bursts of his fluid warmed her ass.

Even in exhaustion, she instinctually thrust  it  higher for him, and then came his hands, rubbing it  in,  into her rear, and into the  opening at its center. Again, she found herself wondering what it looked  like
 
now
,  now that it  had  been so thoroughly fuckedby Ralen’s toy. Open, she thought—she could tell because as he rubbed the warm liquidin, his fingers sank inside in short but full thrusts, at least two of his large fingers, withroom to spare.

“My ass is open wide for you,” she heard  herself murmur without forethought.

His low groan was rife with heat. “Yes, vixen. So very open, your sweet little ass.”

Still resting in front of  him, her knees drawn up to her chest, she sighed, feeling a lazy smile of satiation form on her lips as she licked them. So pleasured. She was so very pleasured and so very pleased to have given such pleasure to her man.

But then— oh Ares! What was happening
 
now
?

Something
 
else
 
was slipping into her ass, something new and different.

She  began  to  moan  softly  as  it  slid  in  with relative ease. She wasn’t sure she could take anymore at the moment, yet at the same time, she desired it. “Wh-what…?” shemumbled mindlessly.

“Another toy for your  ass.” He pushed  it deeper, and when it began to meet resistance, he pushed more.

She yowled at the burst of pain—and then it  ceased, that quickly. It was as if the object had suddenly sunk home, slid into  place somehow, found purchase. In fact, shebecame aware that Ralen no longer pushed,  and if she wasn’t mistaken, his hand no longer held  the anal toy in place. But something tickled her below, on her ass and thebacks of her legs, drawn up beneath her as they were.

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She peeked over her shoulder and, unable to  see anything from there, was forced to push back up on her hands, stiffening her elbows.

A cluster of  thin leather strips appeared to  protrude from her ass, a large tuft of thick fringe  hanging down. She gasped, then  met Ralen’s dark, feral eyes behind her.

Stepping down off the table to take in the profile of her body, he looked supremely pleased. “Would you like a better view?”

She nodded, her breath coming a bit labored from confusion…as well as  the fact

that she was, in effect, still being fucked in her ass.

He stepped to the wall and drew down a  swath of black silk that had hung  unnoticed, up to now, near the pegboard—to reveal a large  viewing glass. Its sharp,  jagged pieces revealed a shocking sight, especially given that she was situated on hands  and knees. “It looks like a horse’s  tail,” she said, a bit breathless.

“That must be why I enjoy the  way it looks on you so much.”

His confirmation was as shocking as her appearance at the moment. She darted her

gaze to his, and as usual, the look in his  eyes was enough to bury her, make her forget everything but sex…and an ounce of fear  and  intimidation. An oddly stirring  combination.

He moved forward, smoothing his palm from her shoulder down the arch of her back and up onto her bottom. “You’re my lovely little filly, Teesia,” he purred darkly. “My little filly who I love to ride.”

Her mouth went dry. She wanted to hate him for this. But her pussy tingled with heat and her nipples felt as tight and sensitive as ever, locked as they were within theirrings.

She
 
didn’t
 
hate him. Despite herself, she loved that she pleased him.

He moved in to deliver  a long, firm kiss  and she kissed  him back with all that was in her, meeting his tongue, tasting his mouth, drinking  in the scent of him.

When the kiss was through, he  reached for the gold chain dangling from her stomach, stretching it between her legs and  reattaching it in back. “Goodnight, vixen,” he said when he was done.

She bit her lip, suddenly distressed. “I am  to sleep with this thing inside me?”

“Yes,” he said on a short nod. “And don’t  even think about removing it or you will sleep prone, with your limbs stretched.  I think you’d much rather have  your ass stretched instead.”

* * * * *

The next day held activities she was beginning to become accustomed to. The first thing her husband did was extract the tool from her ass and insert a slightly largerone—this one, too,  sporting the tail of fringe, and fashioned in such a way that it stayed in place on its own.

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When she asked about that, he showed  her the one he’d just removed— it grew slightly wider toward the base in  a coned shape, then curved drastically inward so that once the base was pushed inside, her anus  closed around the thinner part, trapping thetoy inside until removed by the handle, which was wrapped with the leather fringe.

He fed her again, and fucked her again—taking turns with the two and keeping heron hands and knees so he could enter her without removing the tail.

He also brought in a basin of water and a sea sponge, with which he bathed her.  This was a  new addition to their encounters and the  moist sponge gliding over her already so-very-sensitized skin only added to her arousal.

Her nipple  rings stayed on the whole time, seeming to tighten around her further, making her always aware of the puckered  peaks of her breasts, always in a state of excitement—and the chain, too, stayed hooked except for when he  entered her.

When he fucked her, as always with Ralen, supreme pleasure became her reward, and it seemed worth all she endured—like the prize at the end of a game.

When he was away, Teesia sometimes came back to herself a little—able to shut out the memories of sex, and his searing eyes  and the touches that made her melt inside. She could lie on the table, eyes closed, and think about home, her sisters, her parents, Bella—a life that had seemed normal.

Yet having  to always  lie on her side was a  constant  reminder of the tool  in her ass, and the tickling fringe kept in her mind the thought of being his “filly,” his…pet. The constant fullness there, when added to the nipple  rings and the chain on her pussy, turned her arousal into something she could never fully escape, even in sleep.

Ralen had been correct when he’d predicted dirty dreams for her—she had themconstantly, in waves, so that fucking and  lust for more  were truly becoming  her whole world. In sleep, she saw her lover’s face, his  cock, she felt his touch, his kiss. Sometimes she thought she even orgasmed while asleep,  and was left to wonder—if you came in a dream, were you really coming physically or  was it only in your  mind? And did it even matter? For the pleasure was just the same.

When she opened her eyes, she was surrounded by whips and clay cocks and chains, the sinfully ornate bed across the room, and the oversized viewing glass on the wall that now reflected her state of sexual  helplessness whenever  she glanced in that direction.

So when Ralen returned that evening, and said, “If you’ll be a good little filly, I will unchain you for a while,” it never occurred to her to run. The very idea of getting off thetable was so pleasing that she wanted only  to luxuriate in that comfort—to stretch herlegs, walk about the room.

No, she thought of  running only as she padded  slowly across the floor on weakened legs, bracelets and ankle cuffs still in  place, the object in  her ass feeling moreprominent as she moved. The notion came  when she caught sight of the big wooden doors, and the idea passed through her mind only fleetingly—because it would be foolish, because she didn’t
 
want
 
to leave.