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"Still, you aren't a beast yet, and it'd be a shame not to sample you one last time before you say goodbye to such treats for good."
The words had barely registered before his cock thundered into her. Theresa forced her face even harder to the ground and bit her lip in endurance. His hands grabbed her hips and caressed her buttocks as he thrust back and forth. The urge to holler was almost irresistible.
"This is the last cock you'll feel, slave. After this, the only reward you will gain is a respite from punishment."
Theresa's eyes welled with tears at the prospect. Surely they would not deprive her of orgasm ever more, surely the implant, or use by some of the stallions she had seen would be permitted? It was a dreadful prospect that she would never know pleasure again, only a respite from pain. She had to convince herself that he was lying, that he was trying to wound her psyche with such ghastly threats. His race were innately evil, and found the most heady glee in paining a slave's mind as much as the enjoyed tormenting their bodies.
Setchak arched back and dropped his hands to the floor so he could throw his hips upward and jab deep into her body. The feel of him raging within her ferried her up into climax within seconds and it took all her might to stay still as excruciating bliss consumed her. However, Setchak was not yet sated and his steady ravishment caused her to sink into another orgasm that was even harder to bear than the first. Finally, she felt his shaft harden and twitch, and with a growl of satisfaction, she felt him finish and succulent liquid warmth fill her pussy.
"Ah, that was splendid. Such a pity it won't be sampled again. Still, themaster of the house has spoken, and his will shall be enforced on you."
He withdrew suddenly. Theresa's eyes bulged and her throat gurgled from the effort of not flinging her limbs out and screeching from the flight of his manhood from her sensitised and quivering sex. As one final, spiteful test of her obedience, the crop flew on an underarm trajectory and laid its leather tip to her rosy pussy. The burning influence embraced her belly and it took long moments to start to fade and let her relax her brutalised frame.
"Kiss," he ordered.
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