That was it, then! Never had sex felt so pointless. His job was making babies. Somehow he’d thought couples put more into it than that. Stick it in. Jiggle it around a bit. Get sticky. Finished with the job. THAT was procreation? This was what they had bought him for?
“Hands off, fucker.”
The gruff voice was backed up by a stinging slap to the face. And another hand slapped Ka-Lan’s hand away his half-erect cock.
The guards had released him from all bonds. Without thinking Ka-Lan’s hand had gone to his frustrated boner. It was still half-hard. And that tight cinching around his root was still in place. He wanted it gone.
“That ain’t yours to play with!”
His own cock! Ka-Lan, sex-slave …. You’ve still got a lot to learn.
It hadn’t been much of a pleasure. Not a lot of fun in that. Her clumsy bumping away on him had got him worked up. He’d felt the onset of cuming. Habit told him to hold back, slow down. But with her awkward bouncing on him .. without any refinement or thought .. she clearly no idea how things worked on his part ……. He was inside her .. but the feeling was more like a giant’s hand beating him off … under these circumstances, there was going to be no holding back. No stopping.
When it started, nature took hold. He shoved up. He lunged his hips up, driving himself up inside. With his all natural vigour and drive.
BUT .. he didn’t move. Pinned down. It was that thick leather strap across his hips .. holding him back. Stopping him from joining in. That was the point, wasn’t it? Preventing him from doing what a man did at that point. This was fucking stupid! This was against fucking-Nature. This wasn’t doing it right!
He wasn’t supposed to participate, he realised. He wasn’t supposed to join in. There was supposed to be NO pleasure in this .. for either of them. He was a fuck-slave. Needed only for his seed. Not one single other bit of him counted, Feelings .. instincts .. natural inclinations .. needs .. being a man. Fuck all of that! Strapped down. Prevented from doing the natural thing. Not intended to feel he was doing it right. Deriving no pleasure from the act. No satisfaction.
Get worked up. Shed his load. Shut-the-fuck-up!
Just the once. No repeat. As soon as signs were he’d stopped ejaculating into her, she was being helped off. No lovers throwing themselves around each other in an unstoppable embrace of passion. Not a word spoken. No sign of pleasure. Release of tension … WHAT! Workman-like. Job over. Job done.
Inside the hood .. losing himself in the build-up, Ka-Lan had managed to forget where he was. Deluding himself. Forgetting there were others. The guards. The world-class sadistic bitch. Watching him perform. But harsh grating tones ripped him back.
“Get in the chair.”
The twin-sister dismissed her ward. The dumb virgin being sacrificed to this marriage game.
Spoken indifferently. No allusion to the moment of passion. To the wonder in the moment of conceiving.
“They’ll carry you back.”
Ka-Lan heard the man lift the chair.
“And stay in bed.”
The twin-sister added .. like an reprimand.
“All morning. Till the beast’s seed takes root.”
Uncaring. Unfriendly. Not the first hint of consideration towards her guileless sister-in-law to-be. Not the slightest recognition of the intimate act that the poor girl should have enjoyed. A transaction. The girl was just a means to an end. Ka-Lan too for that matter. “The beast”.
Ka-Lan had lain there some time .. hearing the sound of movement around .. but he stayed bound to the slab. Stuck with still half-hard boner .. still cinched tight on him. Himself battling with this introduction to his new reality. He’d persuaded himself this life was not going to be so bad. Gigolo to the betrothed. But after this unsatisfying madness he was having to readjust expectations. That had been empty. Meaningless. He’d had sex. He’d coupled with a girl. But he’d been reduced to nothing. A machine. An object .. useful for one thing only. Her too. And that all had been worked out. Belittling him. Down to planning that strap across his hips. So he could not respond. So he could not release the man in him. A THING. Not even a fuck-slave. A hard cock. Man-seed.
He gasped when the hood was ripped away. Shocked. He blinked against the light. His eyes settling on a form beside his waist. A body. A female. Naked. The sister.
She stood gloriously naked by his side. He nearly gasped .. having to bite his bottom lip. Breath-taking surprise. Stood waiting as the guards release Ka-Lan from his bonds. Unthinking he made to rise. .. to welcome her. A guard’s calloused hand covered his face and pressed his head back to the stone. She wasn’t finished with him. And the human in him wasn’t welcome.
This could only mean one thing. Round Two belonged to her. Then why hadn’t his cock started to thicken at the thought? She stood there gloriously naked. No second thoughts needed to work out what came next. And they’d released his hands.
Then what was that tremor passing down his legs? It wasn’t passion.
She had a body to make a man gulp. Slim, almost muscular. Clearly she was making a move on him .. this radiant women, this sex-on-legs. But why was he lying frozen to this cold slab? The prospect not exciting him?
It was her hand on his half-limp cock that got the right response. What was that shiver in his guts? Nerves? Feeling his manhood in a taloned grip? Fear?
Naked beside him, gob-smackingly sexy. But his studly senses lay dormant .. almost cowering in fear behind some imaginary rock.
Roughly her hand had his half-boner. Claws closed on him .. squeezed . She started pumping. Her fingers worked aggressively on him .. greasing him back to strength with the sex juices he had just shed. His guts gave a shiver. In the hands of a first-class bitch.
Pretty soon .. under not-too gently handling .. the tight cinch around his shaft had him fully hard. She hadn’t even given him a glance. Her other hand had fondled her nub, her eyes licked at her own breast. He didn’t count.
Athletically she mounted him, astride her barely-human dildo. She looked stunning. Ka-Lan had to breathe in deep, bit on his bottom lip. He’d been told not to look, he’d turned his head away. But his every studly sense had taken every bit of her in. But nervous he remembered Nathor’s warnings. And Ka-Lan knew all about the female praying mantis.
He’d looked away. But his eyes had seen enough. She was eye-catching. Breath-taking. Those breasts, that tight body .. she’d get any juices flowing. But his hadn’t. By themselves, they probably wouldn’t. Something in him warned this was not going to be the pleasure he might have hoped. And that she wouldn’t want it otherwise. World-class sadistic bitch.
Roughly her grip took him in .. her hand felt cold. His cock was clammy and slick. She grabbed him, unceremoniously she stuck him inside herself. Sat upright, she started to rock. And Ka-Lan lay back. In trepidation.