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Chapter XI – Riley
She saw it
was Riley; he was leaner than she remembered him, and his hair had been cut
shorter, but it was him! She rushed
forward, wrapping her arms around him and planting kisses all over his mouth,
his neck, his shoulders, everything she could reach. “Oh my love, I’ve missed you, thank goodness
you’re here, I’ve needed you so badly…!”
He
hugged her back, crushing her so tightly she felt dizzy for lack of
breath. With surprise, she felt not only
his arms around her but his rigid member grinding against her belly. “Mm, you look terrific, Nys…I’ve
been needing you a lot too, as you can see.” He grinned, but she could only stand there,
surprised; he was hard already…! They needed
to discuss how to escape and where they could go to quickly wed before heading
home (she was rather sure, as thoroughly deflowered as she’d come to be, she
ought to be married before seeing daddy).
Instead he was reaching down to firmly grip her bottom, the cloth pants
she’d worn for modesty seeming suddenly unprotective,
like nothing was between them at all. As
Riley leaned down, Nysia glanced over his shoulder
and caught sight of their co-conspirator, Lisa.
She was
naked – no false modesty for her, no matter the occasion – and apparently still
behaving the puppy for the captain: she wore a collar again, but this one was
clearly intended for a canine, not a slim, tattooed girl. It was leather, with small spikes, and a
nameplate on the front read, Bitch.
Below it, a black leash dangled from the ring in her throat. She was acting the part, too: she sat
crouched on her hind legs with her arms tight against her full breasts. Lisa’s legs were parted, and the jagged
tattoos on her groin made her seem even more exposed, bringing the eye directly
to her womanly opening, which Nysia could see was
already dripping. Nysia
felt her own juices responding as she longed to feel her puppy friend’s lips
against her sex again, but Riley broke the reverie as he grabbed her ass with
his fist hard enough to make her wince.
“Ow…Riley…gentle….”
He made
a dismissive sound, but released her rear – which had to be bruised, now – to
start working on the buttons of her uniform.
He pressed against her again, and Nysia felt
his warmth, his readiness, as she glanced at Lisa; then, with a flare of anger,
she realized why he was hard and ready.
Had Lisa already seduced him?
What had they done before she arrived…they’d both been here, waiting…had
Lisa given her the wrong time, made her late…?
In the corner, Lisa smiled back, attempting coy
shyness, but Nysia felt a sneer on her lips. “He’s mine,”
she mouthed, staring into her friend’s eyes.
Lisa’s eyes rounded slightly, then she nodded
and looked down.
She
turned her attention back to Riley as he eagerly, clumsily groped her breasts,
squeezing them too hard and pulling to stretch out her small buds. She ran her hands down his chest, idly noting
how wrinkled it was; indeed, his entire ensemble was unkempt, as though he’d
been sleeping in it. She leaned forward
to smell his manly odor – the hero simply always has a manly odor – but his
scent was stinking and unwashed. Her
nose wrinkled in distaste and she tilted away again, looking down to hide her
expression, and saw his scuffed, filthy boots.
Mistress wouldn’t be seen in such things, or in such a state; she’d make
me bathe her, launder her clothes and buff her boots, or polish them to a shine
with my tongue. Her eyes closed and
Mistress’ scent filled her mind, and she found herself smiling at the thought
of licking those beautiful, tiny boots as Mistress looked down, pleased.
No! I am not comparing Riley to that…that…that
whore! If she looks good, it’s because
she’s a freak, and a cruel one. So what
if Riley sweated? That was normal. He was normal, and this was normal, and she
desperately wanted to be normal again herself.
“Take me away, Riley….”
Riley,
meanwhile, had made short work of the uniform Nysia
had spent so much time preparing. He
practically tore her jacket and shirt from her body – would have torn them, had
they been made of lesser material – and threw the pressed garments dismissively
into a dusty corner. It was only when he
wrapped his hand in her silken brown hair, twisting her head back and forcing
her painfully to her knees, that it crossed Nysia’s
mind that he’d barely spoken to her. No
deep, heartfelt words, no promises of rescue or forgiveness for her
wantonness. He acted like the worst of
the crew, assuming she was just an object here for his pleasure although they’d
never shared sex before now. Indignant,
she opened her mouth to confront him but before she’d completed the first
sentence he thrust his hips and silenced her with his dick.
She
sucked it instinctively, tilting her head to take him in her throat, just as
she took the larger tools in Mistress’ collection of dildos. Riley wasn’t that long, however; he barely
pushed against the back of her throat, and that was strangely
disappointing. How can I respond to
this, let him do this? Nysia asked herself as she moved her tongue against the
underside of his penis.
Why
wouldn’t I, though? Wasn’t this just
what I always fantasized about, back home?
He would pin me against a wall and force me…he would ignore my protests
and just use me. Isn’t this really just
what I want? Don’t I want him forceful
and dominant? With a force of will, she
made herself relax and thrust back into Riley, trying to take him deeper. He grunted with appreciation, arching his
back and pushing with his hips. She
could feel his climax approaching, could feel the tremors that always preceded
the best of Mistress’ orgasms, but he forced her mouth from his penis.
“I need
to take you, Nys…are you
still a virgin?” Nysia
paused, shocked – how dare he ask such a thing?
But…she was his girlfriend, he should know, I suppose…and it’s really
terribly wrong that I have to think for a moment, am I virgin? No man has
taken me down there, so I guess I am technically…. She nodded, “Y-yes, Riley, I want to save
myself for you, but….” Before she was
done he grinned madly, his eyes alight with lust, and pushed her backwards onto
the floor. Her fall knocked her breath
away; by the time she recovered he’d torn her pants open and knelt between her
legs staring in confusion at the metal chastity plate concealing her sex.
“How do
you…?”
“Only Mis…er, Major Travis can get it
off. I’m sorry, Riley; but some
day!”
He
groaned. “All this…you got me this hard
and I can’t even fuck you?” No words of
sympathy – Sorry you’ve been implanted with horrid things against your will, Nys, a shame that! – just an
expression of his own misery. Nysia felt her temper rise, but checked it again…I want him
this way…this is normal! I want to make
him happy….
An idea
came to her mind, but it was sinful and made her blush; it was definitely not what proper girls did, but to make
Riley happy, it couldn’t be bad, could it?
“Riley…”
“Yeah,”
he replied, surly.
“You
could…I mean, others…I mean, well, you could take my…bottom…if you want to, I
mean….” She stared down at the floor in
shame and misery.
“Eh…I
guess if I have to.” He looked up and
gestured to Lisa, whom Nysia had entirely
forgotten. “She’ll probably bitch and
struggle, you get over here and pin her ass down for me.”
Her
temper rose again…Lisa had probably planned all this, to get him excited, when
she could only offer her most demeaning hole, then to spring in!
The
slim, blond haired girl moved forward on her knees, then grabbed each of Nysia’s arms and twisted them above her shoulders,
stretching her friend across the floor and forcing Nysia’s
back to arch tightly. Satisfied, Lisa
knelt with a leg on each forearm to pin it her fellow in place, then reached
out to take one of Nysia’s ankles in each hand,
pulling them back to raise her bottom off the decking, presenting her anus
lewdly for penetration. Although she
burned with shame and cursed her former friend silently for her betrayal, Nysia allowed herself to be positioned; backing out now
would only push Riley right into Lisa’s arms.
He
inched forward on his knees, lifting his solid member and positioning it at Nysia’s rear entrance.
Without a glance at her face or a word of warning, he thrust into her,
deeply, and she could feel herself tearing.
In this pose her body formed an L, with her back and head on the ground;
with Lisa it was a triangle, and the dark red lines of her tattooed sex hovered
just above Nysia’s face. “Lick me, Nys…let
me muffle your screams with my cunt…do me like you promised you would….” Curse her for bringing that up, for making
her even more of a slut in Riley’s eyes!
She turned her head away, crying, and never saw Lisa’s hurt
expression.
Riley
either didn’t notice or simply didn’t care.
He continued thrusting hard, even when Nysia
began to bleed around him, grunting each time he stabbed forward. Lisa held her captive dutifully, pinning her
hard despite her lack of struggles; Nysia knew how
much pleasure it gave, because Lisa’s sex dripped hotly on her cheek with each
motion. She despised her friend for
helping with this abasement, conveniently forgetting what she’d forced Lisa to
do here last time.
The
torture continued for a while; long enough for Lisa to cum twice, each time
grinding her mons against Nysia’s
cheek. It only ended when Riley gave up
in disgust. “Shit, she just lies there,”
he sneered to Lisa. “I need a wet cunt;
lie down and fuck, Lisa.” The blond
moved immediately to obey, rolling off her freckled
companion to lie on her back with her legs spread obscenely wide, her fingers
busy between them. Nysia
sobbed, unable to speak, and tried to move between them, but Riley simply
shoved her aside and thrust into Lisa.
They
fucked for an hour after that, at least; Lisa would pump him dry, then turn around to lick him clean until he stirred
again. When he was ready, she would
spread herself for him, and with each thrust she moaned and screamed with
pleasure. Riley forced the girl into
every position he could think of, and Nysia
remembered her friend had been a gymnast; Lisa was contorted into arrangements
she could never hope to replicate. Her
beautiful tattoos were spattered with white cum, and even after she wiped it
with her hands and licked it off her fingers her body glistened as though
oiled.
When he
was finally completely spent, he just pushed Lisa away from his groin and stood
stretching. He dressed without a word,
but as he walked towards the door he nudged Nysia
with a boot. “Stop PMSing
and calm down, hun.
It was your fault, getting me all worked up like that when you couldn’t
finish me. Anyways, she’s just a fucking
slave.” He gave her a moment to respond,
but she was silent, so he only shrugged and walked out. “Whatever.
Just be ready to escape; there won’t be much warning.”
After a
few moments, Nysia heard Lisa get up and
approach. A hand touched Nysia’s arm; it was an attempt to comfort, but the fingers
were still wet with cum and fluids and sweat.
Nysia jerked away, rose to her feet and turned
upon her former friend, her eyes wide with fury. “Fuck you.”
Her hand
flew without thinking and struck before she knew it, hard enough to wrench
Lisa’s head around and send her across the floor. She grabbed her disheveled, dirty clothing,
her foolish attempt at modesty, and fled.
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