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  “I am rough, Tallie. I like it that way. And you do to. You were wetting your panties when I spanked you. Pain and pleasure, Tallie, it’s arousing.”

  “No,” I answer hoarsely, clutching the front of his flight suit to keep from touching myself, to relieve the unbearable ache in my pussy.

  “You want it now!” he exclaims harshly, shaking me, even as I try to deny it with a shake of my head. “You are so aroused now that you are flushed ripe with it,” he accuses.

  “You made me this way!” I cry, trying to rub my pussy against his thigh.

  “No.” He pulls his leg away, even as he dips his mouth to my ear, nearly bending me backwards. “Turn around, Tallie, get on your hands and knees and offer up your ass to me for spanking. Wiggle it. Entice me, and if you are good and do it for me, I will let you cum.”

  “Aaah, god,” I whimper, right before Ry starts to kiss me hard and fast, then he breaks away and releases me.

  “Anyway you like it, Tallie. I will put my tongue in your hot little cunt if that’s what you want.”

  I’m lost. I know if I try to touch myself for the release I so desperately need, Ry will restrain me from it. I can’t even believe I’m this hot, this excited, this out of control. I should be able to restrain myself or deny myself. But everything about this situation, of Ry’s making, is so carnal. Being nude to his clothed. Kneeling. The way he commands me. Overpowering, dominate male, taking his woman, compelling her to do nasty things. Naughty things for his desire. Ohgod Ohgod.

  I turn around slowly, and then I bend over onto my hands and knees, offering up my nude buttocks to Ry, as I brace myself on my palms, trembling uncontrollably.

  “Yes, Tallie, but I want you down on your elbows. It makes you more helpless for me.”

  “Please,” I whimper as I bend downward, raising my naked buttocks higher. I’m so exposed. So shamed and shameless.

  “Yes,” he utters, again. “I will make you cum so good you will scream.”

  “Oh,” I whimper.

  “I’m going to use my belt this time, Tallie. Now, wiggle your bare ass for me and show me how much you want me.”

  Chapter Nine

  I watch as Tallie has to spread her knees to wiggle her pale buttocks at me. It opens up the red, swollen, and dripping entrance of her tight vagina. She ends up with her hands above her head, and my cock is rigid again as I swing my belt downward.

  Slap. It strikes her flesh sharply and the tunnel of her pussy puckers like a kiss, and then it releases.

  “Oww,” she cries, but the naked fat globes of her buttocks keep swaying as though she’s begging for more. She was made for this.

  Slap. Slap. Faint red stripes crisscross her plump ass.

  “Oh! Oh!”

  Slap. Slap. I clip the underside of her buttocks.

  “Ow! Ow!” she yells, clutching the cushion above her head.

  Slap. Slap. Slap.

  “Nooo! Nooo, please,” she whimpers as her buttocks wiggle and the crack of her ass clenches tightly. “No more,” she begs me, crying.

  However, I’m deep, deep into my arousal and I want her ass pink all over for me. This is the moment where I will claim her obedience. This is the moment I will make her mine. Mark her, for whatever time we have left.

  I swing the belt downward over her shivering buttocks again and again as she yowls with her ass jerking during each swat. Her flesh is rosy all over the rounded globes of her ass and I know it hurts. She begins to slump forward with her knees trying to slide out from beneath her.

  “Stay on your knees,” I order, out of breath because I’m so aroused as I clip her with the belt lower on her thighs to jerk her up onto her knees again, where I want her.

  Snap.

  “Ry! Please!” She squeals, then choking. “It’s enough, please!”

  Smack. Smack. I lift her up again with the belt snapping the back of her thighs.

  “Oww! Owww!” she squeals.

  Smack.

  “Are you wet?” I ask in a growling rasp.

  Smack.

  “Oww! Yes!” she cries.

  “Why?” I ask harshly.

  Smack.

  “Ow! B-Because you are spanking me,” she cries.

  “Crawl forward, Tallie,” I order. And she does! Smack. “Keep crawling, baby.” Smack.

  “Oww!” she screams.

  “All right,” I huff. “That is enough, baby.”

  “Oh hh god,” she whimpers, falling onto her side with one hand rubbing her punished ass.

  I take a deep breath, and then I crouch down onto my heels watching her. Her hair is still braided so I can see the delicate slope of her pale spine, flaring into her generous hips and reddened ass. Her legs are shapely and white and one of her big tits is partially caught under the arm she’s using to reach around and sooth her buttocks with her hand. She’s crying. Not very loudly and it overpowers me how lucky I am for this chance.

  I never went this far with my ex-wife. We played a little slap and tickle. I tied her up and made her cum a few times. But I held back from what I really wanted to do. Needed to do. This. Dominate. Take control of a womb-born female and make her a slave to our passions.

  It’s probably some psychological twist inside me about being born in a high tech incubator with no family. Perhaps, it has made me need to control the love in any relationships that I have? Love.

  “Jesus,” I hiss. Where did that come from? I will not try to love another woman. Yet, as far as wanting and desiring, Tallie will take the prize. I can tell that she is going to fulfill me deeply in a way I was not completely honest with myself that I craved. Or needed so badly. “It hurts, but you are aroused, aren’t you, baby?” I murmur.

  Tallie nods her head, not looking at me.

  “Come here and tell me how you want me to pleasure you. I will do anything, Tallie.”

  She peaks at me over her shoulder. “Get un-d-dressed,” she quips in a wavering voice.

  I laugh suddenly and it catches me by surprise. “You are quick, baby. I’m going to have to watch out, I can see.”

  She actually smiles a little as I unzip my flight suit and pull it off my shoulders. I have her attention now, despite herself, as I make sure my biceps bulge while I do it. I’m broad-chested with deep muscles across my chest, and I’m hairy, not thick, just all over sprinkled black with gray. My stomach is ribbed with sinew and my buttocks are shaped like blocks of hard muscular clay. My thighs are athletic and powerful and my cock is big. They made Variant males more enhanced and they didn’t stop at the genitals. Seven or eight inches are average for a male, so they genetically altered Variants to produce ten-twelve and more inches. I’m a hard ten, but by the time I’m ready to enter my woman, I’m a steely hard twelve.

  Tallie is going to have trouble taking me. Her sweet cunt is the tightest I've ever felt. She couldn't have been with more than one man, a couple of times, for it to still be as snug and firm at her age. She is a definite treasure ... and she can’t keep her pretty brown eyes off my dong. She wants to be angry and disillusioned about me, but her own arousal and the sight of my big and very hard cock are pouting her curved lips in conflict.

  “You could use your mouth,” she whispers, then she blurts, “I am so horny, Ry.” Then she clamps her hands between her thighs.

  “Oh no,” I utter. “Take your hand away, Tallie, and come here.”

  She moves her hands and rolls over onto her hands and knees to crawl toward me. Her brown irises are nearly black as her larger breasts sway and I lay down on my back. “Sit on my face, baby,” I murmur. “Let me eat your pussy out.”

  She’s startled by the crudeness of my lewd words, and she hesitates, but her arousal is driving her hard. It’s a battle, yet she knows it is the only way she’s going to get it. I’m hedging a little, because I told her I would help her climax any way she wanted. But, she said mouth. I get to decide how.

  “Ry,” I whisper.

  My bottom is stinging and I’m crawling on my
hands and knees, shamefully. But all I can think about is Ry’s mouth and his huge penis lying rigidly over his belly. He’s right ... I’m wet and I’m aroused and I shouldn’t be after he spanked my bottom. But, I am. He’s controlling me and I want to submit. I cannot help but think about how I must have looked, bent over with my buttocks spread out to his strapping. Then, when I wiggled my naked ass at him, more desire shot through me like wild fire.

  “No, Tallie. Turn around. I want you to deep throat my cock, while I am tonguing your hot little cunt.”

  Oh god, the things he says to me. They are dirty and crass and they make me quiver. What man would make a woman do these things, unless he wanted her? I turn around as Ry commands, with my knees on either side of his head and my hands on either side of his hips. I thought I was vulnerable before, but this feels worse.

  “Have you ever taken a man’s cock in your mouth before, Tallie?”

  “No,” I mutter, looking down at his, so big and so thick. He is large. I never imagined a man could be so big.

  “Mm,” he murmurs. “Just suck the head for now. I will show you how to relax your throat later, so I can fuck your mouth.”

  Fuck my mouth? That sounds truly ominous as I imagine all the sexual things he could make me do. But then, all thoughts fly from my mind as he licks his tongue deeply into my sex. “Aaaah!” My thigh muscles flex involuntarily.

  “Bend over more, baby.” And I do willingly as Ry pulls my legs open wider with his hands curled around my inner thighs. “Sit on my face.”

  OhGod. “Oh ohhhh,” I moan sharply as Ry’s mouth munches my pussy. His forearms are curved around my outer thighs, and they’re holding me down, as he digs his tongue in deeper, pulling out my clit to suck on. “Ohh! Ohh,” I squeal passionately. I’m going to come. I can feel it as he sucks on my clit. “Oh hh god, Ry!” I yell as a sudden climax hits me hard and quick.

  I lose all muscle control and my legs spasm as white-hot pleasure whips through my pussy. I can feel the blood in my body pooling in my hot cunt, while beating striking throbs of pleasure. And, Ry just keeps sucking on my clitty as I convulse in jerks over him. I can’t take it. I can’t take any more as I jump like a live wire. It’s too intense. I need him to stop.

  “Stop! Please stop, Ry!” I try to move, but he’s holding me down. He’s not listening. I’ve had my climax, but the aftermath and what he is doing feels too intense to my sensitive nerve endings8. “A! A!” I cry, still trying to squirm away from him, when his large hand slaps my buttocks hard. Smack! “Oww, ouch!” My bottom is so sore. He can’t!

  I still my body as much as possible to his mouth sucking my clit like a lollipop, even though my belly is jerking. Thankfully, he doesn’t spank me again as I whimper and pant, while he forces my clitty in and out between his hard-pursed lips. It nearly hurts, he is pressing so hard as my arousal builds again to bursting and I groan. The intenseness is there, but it’s changed and now I am enjoying it, as I feel my clit stretching to reach a climax.

  My cheek is resting with back and forth motions on Ry’s penis, near his testicles. I lick my tongue outward to touch his hot skin, while my sex flowers open, begging to be filled and I ride the tide closer to the summit. This is always the moment I feel the overpowering need to be filled. Hot, hard, and fast. I want something inside me, pumping hard. I squirm, licking Ry’s hot cock greedily now, as though I am worshiping it. It’s satisfying some of my need to have my mouth full of him. But then, he seems to know my need, because his thumb suddenly enters me with a short hard jab.

  “Oh god!” I scream around his cock as I climax again with his thumb buried deep inside me, while my mouth holds the head of his cock.

  “Jesus, baby, suck me,” he groans and I feel his hand on the back of my head, pushing my mouth down deeper over his big penis, while I quake from my climax. Then, I suck. I don’t know what I’m doing, but I suck hot cock meat, and he holds the column of his penis upright for me as he pushes my head up and down with his other hand. His hand pumps the shaft as I take as much of him as I can into my mouth.

  “That’s it, baby, lick around the head,” he rasps. “God.” He likes that, as his hips start raising and lowering. His cock gets bigger in my mouth, and stiffer, as he groans. “Play with my balls, Tallie. Squeeze them.” I squeeze his hot testicles. “Ah! Ah! Ah!” he grunts, then hot cream bursts into my mouth, spreading over my tongue and instinctively I pull back and swallow as more shoots into the cavern of my mouth. I didn’t realize it, but Ry is spanking my ass as he groans with harsh breaths.

  I’ve let a man come in my mouth, and I didn’t hate it. It was very powerful. It felt naughty . . . and I loved it.

  “Ah, baby, that was so good,” Ry says over his heavy breathing. “Your mouth was made for my cock,” he finishes.

  I roll onto my side beside Ry with my head still at his feet. The compliment thrills me, but I’m so spent, I can only murmur incoherently and snuggle into the air bag. I’m so tired I forget my bottom is hurting.

  Chapter Ten

  I come awake hours later to the sound of a harsh male voice. “God damn, Variant! What did he do to you, Ma’am?”

  I’m groggy and I realize I’m laying nude next to Ry, and a man ... he looks like a Marine, is holding a Mac-pistol to Ry’s temple. Captain Boa, who is equally as nude as I am.

  “Sergeant! You will stand down,” Ry snaps.

  “Fuck you, Captain!” the Marine exclaims angrily. “You can’t get away with this, with decent women.”

  I am confused. How could he possibly know what Ry has done to me? We just look like two lovers and nothing else. I’m scrambling to cover my naked breasts with the corner of the air bag, when the Marine says,

  “No natural-born woman would go to bed with a Variant, unless she was forced!” His face turns to me. “Are you hurt, Ma’am?”

  I don’t know what's the matter with me. Possibly, it's the traumatic sex I experienced or maybe it’s my shyness in full blossom because I’m naked. However, I can barely think, much less speak. I want the Marine to leave and let me get dressed.

  “Jesus, lady, what did he do to you?” I hear the Marine say harshly, and then he commands sharply. “Get up, Captain. I’m going to have to restrain you.”

  The silence is ominous. I would think that Ry would protest. Yet, when I peek at him, I see that the Marine is shackling Ry’s wrists behind his back with black rope. I’m shocked. Why is the Marine doing this? What did he say?

  “You can’t do this!” I exclaim with a hoarse voice, coming up on my knees with the air bag clutched in front of me. “He is your commander. You can’t!”

  Ry doesn't even look at me. He’s looking straight ahead, and the Marine is ignoring me also as he mutters, “They will hang you for this rape, Captain.”

  “I wasn’t raped!” I cry, and when the Marine doesn't acknowledge me, I jump to stand with the bag in front of me.

  “Don’t come any closer,” the Marine snaps. He is young, probably twenty-five with shortly cropped sandy hair. He looks like a tough athletic Marine. He is probably Special Forces, and I remember him from the cargo ship.

  “Aren’t you listening?” I exclaim.

  “Then, he didn’t force you?” he asks harshly as he drags Ry up onto his knees.

  Ry is looking at me now with his intense blue eyes. The hard muscle in his jaw is tense. Everything about his face is severe and I wonder what else he would have done to me? “I-I,” I stutter.

  “It’s all right, Ma’am,” the Marine says as though relieved. “I know you’ve been through a tough time.” He pauses as my gaze darts back to Ry, then back to him. “Why don’t you gather your clothes Ma’am, and take them back there to get dressed? And I will help, Captain Boa, on with his pants.”

  “Do it, Tallie. Put your clothes on,” Ry says.

  I still, looking at Ry, and then I utter, “He did not rape me.” Then, I snatch up my flight suit and boots. I cannot find my panties and I flee to the back of the cavern. Shouldn
’t I be grateful? Someone has saved me from being a complete sexual slave.

  I don't watch Tallie leave. I watch Marks. He’s a sergeant in the Ranger Marines. A smart kid. I have worked with him once before, but he’s a Variant bigot. I would say a healthy one-forth of the corps is hardcore Variant bigots and my guess is that Marks is right in the middle of that.

  “What about the others?” I ask.

  “Captain Boa, I am placing you under arrest and taking command,” Marks states. He is standing straight and tough in front of me as I sit on the ground with my knees bent in front of me. “As for the others, sir, I don’t believe any of them made it,” he finishes stiffly.

  “Ry?” Tallie whispers, six hours later. Marks has fallen asleep, and Tallie moves cautiously in front of me. “I am doing this because, Sergeant Marks, thinks we should stay here. I have talked to him and he’s not going to budge,” she says, looking me straight in the eye. She brings a knife up, showing it to me. “I have to dump the MAXI, Ry.”

  “Is that what you want to do?” I ask her.

  “Yes,” she replies slowly. “But I can’t do it without you.”

  “You know there is barely a chance in hell we are getting out of here,” I respond, laying it all on the line.

  She nods her head slowly, and whispers. “I know. I knew it when . . . Well,” she says, avoiding her words. “Will you get me to a place where I can try to dump the MAXI, Ry?”