Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81280 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81280 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
He smirks at me. “That’s right. I can make you come over and over,” he says. “I can make you come so hard, you soak the floor beneath your knees.”
He proves those words by making me do exactly what he says. Over and over again. One. Two. Three orgasms hitting my system almost simultaneously, driving me almost immediately out of my mind.
“Please… I’ve had enough…” I keep trying to talk through the gag. Fuck knows why.
“You’ve come three times. Three is nothing. You’re going to come four times as much as this. Over and over, until you are obedient because you can be nothing else.”
He reaches down and pulls the gag out of my mouth. “Let’s see if the treatment has calmed you, taught you to control your tongue a little.”
Another orgasm sparks through me. My legs are starting to weaken. My breath is ragged. My pussy feels hot and wet and swollen.
“Fuck,” I curse.
“You’ve been fucked,” he says. “A cock isn’t enough for you. Even when it’s two cocks. You need to be completely ravaged and utterly used. You need to be worn out.”
He makes the device spark again and I scream as pleasure that is swiftly becoming indistinguishable from pain rakes through my nerves. You’d think they’d start to get less sensitive from all the stimulation, but they’re only becoming more and more tender.
He’s a merciless golden god of an alien, and I am a supplicant on bended knees. It’s too late to ask for mercy. He’s not going to give it. I’ve had my chances with him, and now I am suffering the consequences of having disappointed this alien who has powers beyond my understanding.
“Again,” he says, his voice treacherously soft as a seventh orgasm plunders me.
I start to really beg around the ninth.
“Please. I’m sorry. I’ll be good. I promise. I’m not going to run away again. I’ll listen to you and I’ll do as you say. I’ll follow on your heels day in and day out, if that’s what you want.”
“Yes, you will do all those things and more,” Kronos agrees. “Again.”
The tenth orgasm is the best and the worst so far. I feel it in every part of me. My entire lower abdomen is aflame with arousal. Every one of the hairs on my skin is standing up. There is sweat running down my body, underneath my breasts and even running over my brow. This is exercise. The contractions of my muscles over and over are work like I have not had to do in a very long time.
I am glad for the bindings on my arms. They’re the only things stopping me from slumping over. My hips are aching from working back and forth over the device between my legs. My clit is perpetually tingling, as if the machine was operating continuously.
“I hate you,” I complain through gritted teeth.
“I am sure you do,” Kronos replies, unmoved. “You always did dislike being really disciplined. You always thought you deserved to be able to do whatever you felt like doing. It’s been a point of contention from the very first moment we met, and I imagine it will remain so. Again.”
“Fuck!” I curse at the top of my lungs. I do not know how many times the human body was designed to orgasm, but I can tell you the answer is not this many. The sensitivity is still increasing, as is the ache. I don’t know how much more I can take. I feel as though I have been running a sexual marathon, and I am near collapsing from exhaustion.
He crouches down in front of me, tipping my flushed face up toward him with one finger under my chin. I look into his brilliant eyes, and feel how small I am compared to him.
“I enjoy this,” he says, his words sending a chill through to the core of me. “You frustrate Sharp, because as harsh as he might appear, he has always had a soft spot for you. Boss appreciates your spirit. It reminds him of his home. But when I look at you, pet, I see a little animal begging to be broken. I know why you do what you do, why you tease, why you test, why you always put yourself in harm’s way. You probably wiped your memory yourself in the hopes of avoiding the reckoning you had coming. But I have no intention of letting you get away with anything. Ever.”
I whimper, my lower lip trembling, tears filling my eyes because I am so confused and so sore and so fucking aroused, and the way he is speaking to me is making me crave the very mercy he says he will never show me.
“Again,” he says smoothly, and I arch and scream as the most intense stimulation yet arcs through me, turning my clit into a conduit of his alien energy. I writhe against my bonds, the sounds I am making utterly incoherent as I am forced to do as he wishes me to.