My pussy was still spasming from the vicious climax, my swollen clit throbbing as he stroked and squeezed it. His palm reignited the fire on my ass and suddenly I was back in Rigo’s lab, feeling the wild sensation of a long black nozzle invading my tight rear passage. Awakening a dark desperate hunger I’d never felt before.
“Gods, yes!” I screamed. “Please fuck me, Master. Fuck my ass!”
The crowd erupted with a roar so loud it shook the wooden platform. All I felt was my lover’s cock. Probing, stretching, invading me. I panicked, but instead of stopping, he dipped it into my dripping wet pussy, then went back, pushing past my virgin hole until the head slipped through the tight sphincter. Rubbing my clit the whole time.
No. It was too thick. Too hard. I tried to squirm away but his arm was around my waist, gripping me like a vise. Holding me still while he teased my swollen clit with the fingers of his other hand.
“You know you want this. You want to feel me inside your ass. Fucking you deep and hard. Open for your master,” he growled. “Now.”
I squirmed again. His cock slid in a little farther. Pain and pressure eased, and I instinctively rocked my hips back.
It was all he’d been waiting for. Kaal started riding me, grunting and swearing all the while. “Yeah, whore. That’s it. Take my cock up your ass. Take it all!”
He’d been masterful with me. Demanding obedience. And I discovered I loved it. But he’d never acted this way before. Treating me rough and dirty. Afterwards, I realized he’d done it for the crowd. Putting on a good show. But at the time, his filthy words woke the brazen slut in me. “Gods, you’re so big!” I screamed. “Yes, give it to me, Master. Fuck my ass. Fuck it hard!”
Once I let go, the orgasm swept me away. I was frantic, drowning in lust. I shoved my hips back, taking him in deep, screaming all the while. Kaal slammed into me and exploded, his cock pulsing. With every hot spurt of cum, I clenched around him, setting off a fresh wave of convulsions inside my pussy and ass.
I sagged over the bench, shuddering. Kaal pulled out and gave my sore bottom one last stern whack before turning to the crowd and displaying his cock, still dripping with cum. They roared their approval.
Starn couldn’t bear to be upstaged. He strode to the center of the platform. “Untie her,” he ordered the guards.
They released my bonds but after all I’d been through I didn’t have the energy to get up. He motioned to his men and they lifted me off the bench and turned me around to face the crowd, holding me upright with my hair hanging down over my face in limp strands. Head bowed in exhaustion, drenched in sweat, cum trickling down my thighs.
“Here she is. Your great rebel leader,” he taunted. “Meet prisoner Z9371.”
The roar of the spectators dimmed and I heard Andreu’s voice inside my head.
“You’re Aria DiMello, daughter of Gaius DiMello, commander of the Insurrection. Your ancestors were scholars, artists, powerful leaders—and among them were the most ruthless bitches and bastards ever born. Are you going to let this miserable piece of scum take you down? As long as your heart is beating, you fight!”
My beloved Andreu.
He was right. I was no quitter.
I dug deep. Summoned strength I never knew I had. I’d beat the odds. I’d survive this place. Somehow, some day, I’d escape from Zibaru—and lead the revolution.
Stark naked, thoroughly fucked, ass glowing red, I raised my tear-streaked face and surveyed the crowd. Then I pulled free from the guards, threw my shoulders back, and raised my fist in the air.
“To the Insurrection!”
Chapter Fourteen
Kaal
I scooped her up just before her legs gave out from under her. The guards stepped back. They didn’t try to stop me when I carried her down the stairs cradled in my arms and headed into the throng of prisoners surrounding the platform.