Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 41151 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 206(@200wpm)___ 165(@250wpm)___ 137(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 41151 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 206(@200wpm)___ 165(@250wpm)___ 137(@300wpm)
It’s still not enough. I don’t know what he wants from me, but he hasn’t gotten it yet. I hear him growl and pull free, and then he flips me over onto my knees, grips the hair at the back of my head, and slides his cock back into my pussy, fucking me from behind with hard, punishing, slapping strokes.
“You’d be a good addition to my crew,” he tells me. “I could use this little pussy at my beck and call, something hot and wet to slide into when I need it.”
I’m sure he says this to all the girls. I’m not stupid enough to mistake a rough roof fuck with a stranger for a true proposal of partnership. I know he just wants to ravage me and leave me used. That makes it hotter. I know what my future holds. This is my one departure from it, the memory I’ll be able to cherish while I’m working, nobody around me knowing who I really am, or what I’ve really done.
He’s creating a safe little mental place for me, a vault that will remain hidden the rest of my days. This isn’t just a fucking. It might be to him. I’m sure he fucks a lot of girls this way. I’m sure he uses their cunts and stretches them open and fills them up because he feels like it. But I like it too. I don’t feel used. I feel like I am going to fucking come.
Shah reaches underneath me and starts slapping my pussy, whipping that bud I love to rub with the tips of his fingers as he fucks me relentlessly. He’s hurting me, but it feels so fucking good to be hurt. It feels good to be fucked and punished, and hurt and loved, and claimed and given the bare thickness of his outlaw cock deep inside me.
His other hand leaves my hair to wrap around my mouth. I’ve started to make too much noise. I’ve started to squeal and writhe and push myself back against his cock greedily as my whole body shakes with an intensity of orgasm I didn’t know was possible. He is grunting too, responding to my climax. I feel him jam his hips home one time as deep as possible, his cock filling me all the way up, his essence filling what used to be the interior of just my body, and what now feels like his.
“Fuck, yes,” he grunts, slapping my ass as he pulls free. I feel a hot flow escaping between my thighs as he leaves me empty. His last action is to pull my panties back over and pat them in place, rubbing his cum into my pussy, leaving me with his seed.
“Shah?” A girl with green hair pops her head up into the roof space. Where the fuck did she come from? And how long has she… “We have to go.”
“Coming,” he says, leaning in to give me one last deep kiss, and a surprisingly affectionate pat of my cum-soaked pussy. “Be a good girl,” he says.
And then he is gone.
Back in the bar….
He’s still spanking my ass. I probably deserve it. I know I like it, the heat and the sensation of his big outlaw hand paddling me. I feel as though I’ve been freed from more than just being a worker. I’ve been taken out of a hostile world that only ever wanted to use me, and was given something greater, a purpose and a place.
“Are you gonna behave yourself now, Dreamy?”
He slides his hand under my jaw and lifts my head to ask the question.
“No,” I reply, with a little giggle.
“At least you’re honest,” he growls back, slapping my hot ass one last time before letting me up.
“I remembered something,” I tell him as he rubs my butt for me. “When we first met. What we did in the roof…”
“Ah,” he grins. “Yes.”
“Why didn’t we just go together then?”
“Too young, too stupid, too believing in the paths set before us, the betrayal of someone I trusted…” he sighs. “Name any number of reasons.”
“But we’re together now.”
“Dreamy,” he says, drawing me in for a kiss. “We’re together forever.”
EPILOGUE
Shah
Dreamy makes a sleepy little sound and cuddles up under my arm. I love having her in bed with me. I love the way she feels. I love the way she smells. I love looking at the little details of her sweet face, the curl of her nose, the soft pout of her lips. I am more than in love. I am deeply enchanted.
She has been back on the ship for thirty days, every one of those days better than the one before. She’s coming back to herself, showing me glimpses of the woman she was before the Colony made her a machine.
Our ocular-programmer, the same one who turned Zeki into a compliant worker drone to take Dreamy’s place, has been able to deconstruct a lot of the Colony’s routines and reveal more of her natural personality, the sweet rebellion I fell in love with all those years ago.