It wouldn’t take much longer for me to reach that point.
My cries grew desperate. I started to beg.
“Please,” I pleaded.
“What do you think, King Erik? In your city, would this be enough punishment for a defiant omega?” Magnar asked the man at the other end of the table.
“No. Not even close, King Magnar. In Daneridge, her bottom would be bruised, and she’d be sobbing long after her punishment was through,” he answered. “I must say though, this makes dinner far more interesting.”
“I think so too,” Magnar snarled, and he paddled me even more mercilessly after that. For several hard cracks, I was able to keep quiet, but a number of hard strokes against my thighs made my walls start to crumble.
I moaned and my eyes watered. I blinked, trying to hold back the inevitable. It was a measure in futility though. I did everything in my power to prevent it, but the paddle was ruthless, and the first tear dripped down my cheek. It wasn’t much longer before another followed. And then another until I was sobbing against the surface of the table.
My tears pooled beneath me, liquid evidence that he had broken me with the horrid wooden thing and still he didn’t slow. The paddle punished me in a fast brutal cadence. My body slumped against the table. I no longer fought its brutal sting. I took every last hard smack, knowing I would feel this lesson for a long time.
Finally, I heard the wood click against the table as he placed it beside me. He unsympathetically gripped the hair at the back of my head and lifted me off the table. He turned me so that my bare paddled bottom was on display for everyone watching.
They were quiet and I sobbed, feeling very sorry for myself. My backside hurt so very much, and I knew it was likely going to remain that way for a good long while.
He forced me back over the table, ignoring my tears and gripping my punished bottom harshly. He spread me open with one hand and smacked my pussy with the other. He slid two fingers roughly into my pussy, twisting and turning them so that it hurt too.
He gave me no warning for what he did next. He just did it.
Those two fingers moved to my bottom hole and he thrust them inside me before I had any time to tense up and fight him. I’d never been touched there before. I’d never had a finger inside me, let alone two, and the burning, stinging pain caught me by surprise. My tight hole clenched down hard around him, and the agony intensified, only it was very different from the paddling I just received.
This went deeper. This raced up and down my spine with wild intensity and there was no stopping it. I had to take every second of it. It hurt enough that I wondered if it would ever end and then he pushed those two fingers even deeper. I keened as another knuckle punished my virgin hole. He pumped those thick digits in and out of me before he pulled them out. I took a deep breath of relief as the pain from his entry finally began to fade.
I heard the jingle of his belt and then I felt real fear.
Very real fear.
Forgetting myself, I tried to maneuver myself upward and succeeded in lifted myself several inches off the table before a single hand slammed down in the small of my back.
“I’ve taken my omega’s tight cunt a great many times, King Erik, but I’ve been saving the virginity of her tight little ass for a very special moment,” he murmured, and my terror intensified.
“Don’t!” I blurted.
“You will take what I give you, omega. I had planned to do this gently, but now I know you don’t need gentle. You need to be punished and most of all, you need this to hurt,” he threatened, his words meant for me and only me. I shuddered hard and then his cock slammed into my pussy almost as soon as I felt the heat of it brush against my skin.
I cried out from the unexpected ache. He fucked me leisurely and I came to a sickening realization about myself.
I’d been paddled hard. I’d sobbed through the pain even though he’d done it while putting me on complete display. And even with all that, I was soaking wet.
With every thrust, the wet sound echoed shamefully loud all around me.
He grasped my hair once more and pulled me up in order to force me to look at the visiting king. Then he pulled out of my wet channel, only to press the tip of his cock against my bottom hole.
“You will show King Erik respect, omega. You will keep your eyes on him when I breach your tight little asshole for the very first time. If you look away, even once, I’ll punish you even harder than I already have planned,” Magnar growled.
“Such hospitality, King Magnar,” Erik murmured and if I wasn’t in my current position, I would have slapped him across the face.
Magnar thrust into my bottom hard and I almost screamed. The initial agony was far greater than his fingers had been. There was literally nothing that could have
prepared me for it. His cock was so much thicker and as my bottom hole stretched far wider than it was ready for, I screeched, only it turned into something of a sob. There was no time to get used to it either. In a panic, my body tensed around him over and over, causing a stabbing pain that throttled me from deep within.
The paddling had been hard. This was worse.
Without mercy, he pushed all the way inside me until his pelvis brushed against my scalded backside.