Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 62063 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62063 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
“Stop… please…” I gasped, my voice trembling, though deep down, I knew my pleas would go unanswered.
“Do you think the Groupe Synergistique will show you any mercy?” Malleus’ words cut through the haze of pain. “They’d use you and discard you without a second thought.”
The… the… what? Then, It’s French, my brain said. You’re great at French. Groupe Synergistique. The… Synergistic Organization? The enemy?
The spanking went on and on, but Malleus had slowed his terrible rhythm. He punctuated each spank with an explanation.
“You, columba, belong to the Order of Ostia. I am a miles of the Pretorian Guard. Together, we fight to restore order—to protect civilization from falling into chaos at the hands of the GS. You must understand the stakes, columba.”
Despite the overwhelming pain, I forced myself to focus on his words. Each revelation seemed like a key turning in a lock, opening a door to a world I hadn’t fully grasped. The Order of Ostia, the Pretorian Guard. They sounded mythical, but Malleus’ firm hand on my aching bottom seemed to prove they were real—and somehow it seemed their battle with GS—the Groupe Synergistique now involved me.
“As a columba, your role is crucial,” Malleus emphasized, his voice unwavering as he delivered another stinging blow. “The Order’s columbae serve on the front lines of this battle.”
He paused, his right hand resting on my bottom. Then I cried out, not with the pain of another spank, but with the sharp, unexpected pleasure of the gentle squeeze his fingers gave, the rub that followed.
“Shh, columba,” Malleus said. “Try to quiet yourself. Your ability to self-calm is something we must develop together. Above all, we must develop it when you are as needy as you are now.”
“Wh-what?” I choked out. “I’m not…”
Malleus raised his hand and brought it down hard on my bottom once, twice, three times. I screamed in pain at the renewal of the punishment. Then, instantly, the hand returned, gently rubbing a circle in the very center.
I moaned: despite everything I tried to keep it back, the humiliating noise came out. Malleus’ middle two fingers pushed further, between my thighs, entering me just a millimeter or two.
“Oh… oh, no,” I whimpered, my hips trying to jerk backward, trying to impale myself on those teasing digits. “No… please…”
“Call me miles,” Malleus said, sternly, taking his hand away.
“Oh, God,” I whispered, my mind whirling and my body crying out for attention. “Miles, please… please…”
“It’s very difficult, isn’t it?” Malleus asked, putting his hand back on my bottom, but not his fingers in my pussy. I couldn’t help it: I tried to move my hips again, wriggling as if I were impatient for his degrading attentions.
“No, columba. You’re not going to come right now. You’re going to learn to calm yourself as you listen to me.”
My lower lip between my teeth, I let out another mortifying whimper. My bottom wanted to push up into his hand, but somehow, though I still had no idea what Malleus was talking about, the idea of self-restraint seemed appealing in its own right. I managed to keep myself from making the embarrassing movement.
“Well done, columba,” Malleus said, as if he could read my mind.
A surge of crazy pride rose into my chest. What the hell was wrong with me that it would make me happy for this apparently insane man to praise me?
“You have a great deal to learn and only a short time to learn it before you, too, go into the field. All I wish you to understand today, though, is that you are here because we—the Pretorian Guard—have determined with extreme precision that you belong with us, as an initiate in the Order of Ostia whose members serve the Guard as sexual servants and as elite field operatives and analysts in our battle to save civilization from the forces of greed and disorder. The Groupe Synergistique is, right now, the most important of those forces.”
His hands on my body, on my back and on my bottom, seemed at the same time to weigh me down with their restraint and to impart a kind of warmth. You belong with us.
“As I told you, we don’t need your consent. That’s not because we intend to force you to do anything, or undergo anything, against your will. It’s because we know you so well that we’re certain we can uncover your own need to play your part in this struggle.”
Short breaths came and went in rough pants between my open lips. Arousal, fear, defiance, and—yes, I couldn’t deny it—fascination waged its own war inside my mind.
“How?” I whispered. Heat blossomed in my face as I felt Malleus’ huge hand give my bottom a warning squeeze. “How, miles? How do you know that?”
Malleus started to help me rise from his lap.
“Don’t ask useless questions,” he told me, emphasizing each word as if the command represented a sort of proverb.