Accepting your place

"Isn't this better, little Rose? Doesn't it feel right?"

You're once again on your knees for Josiah, mouth filled with his hard cock. After being thoroughly used by his followers, he had carried you back to his house. Being held in his arms, body sore from use and trembling from the multiple orgasms, had been like nothing you'd ever experienced. You felt small, safe, owned. It felt right.

Josiah had left you alone in the shower to clean yourself for him, the first time you'd been away from him since he'd snatched you from your old life. As the warm water washed away the dirt and the cum and your own dried juices, you felt doubt start to creep in. What was happening? Where were you? How could you let a man like that... own you? Your hands found their way to your belly, and you shuddered at the memory of him filling you, flooding you, claiming you. In that moment, surrendering to him had been glorious, an even more ecstatic feeling than the mind-splitting orgasm. Now, though, you ask yourself, is this really what you want?

When you'd stepped into the dimly lit living room, clean and naked and nervous, you found an answer. Josiah was sitting across the room in an armchair, as naked as you, his majestic body on display and his beautiful cock hard in his lap. Your knees had given way, taking you down to the floor, and you'd crawled the rest of the way to him. Uncertainty still churning in your heart, your eyes had meekly looked up at your owner, asking permission to serve him. Mouth watering, pussy tingling, you had nearly gasped in relief when he nodded assent and allowed you to service his manhood.

"I asked you a question, little Rose."

You pull your mouth off his hot length and hold it against your face, looking up at him. "Y-yes Sir, it feels... it feels right."

"And why is that?" His hand gently strokes your hair.

You shudder, reaching inside yourself for the answer. "I... it... you..." You conquered me, you own me, you showed me who I am. "You put me in my place, Sir."

He chuckles as you resume sucking on his delicious cockhead. "And how did I do that, little Rose? Were you not happy where you were?"

You moan around his cock as the memory of his conquest over you comes flooding back. You'd been so scared, surrounded by those terrifying men. The simple pleasure of Josiah's hands, the safety of surrendering to him, had felt so right. But, reaching further back, were you really happy before? Popping your mouth off him, you reply "No, Sir, I... I was... lost."

"I know you were, little Rose. I could feel it when I touched you." He works both hands into your short purple hair. "But I knew exactly where you needed to be."

With that, he pulls you down onto his length, burying his hard cock in your spasming throat. It goes so easily, now. Your body knows he belongs inside you, and so it accepts him without resistance. Looking up, past the golden tuft of his pubic hair, past his toned stomach and strong chest, your heart leaps at the sight of his prideful smile, and you dissolve in bliss at the look of pure ownership in his eyes. You own me Josiah. I belong to you. Nothing makes sense anymore, except that. Just let me give you everything.

Except, you haven't given him everything yet, have you? When he finally loosens his grip and allows you to come up for air, you cough and gasp, **** to regain the breath you need to offer all of yourself to him. "Please... gahk... please..."

"Please what, little Rose?" He's stroking your hair again. You never want him to stop.

"Please... take my ass." Feeling a sudden surge of strength as you say the words, you crawl up, onto his lap, until your face is even with his. The hot, slick iron rod of his cock presses against you. "You... you showed me my place, Sir. Now... own my body... my whole body... please. Take my ass."

His eyes are full of hunger and triumph. His hands grasp your waist, and you can feel their strength. "What a worthy conquest you are." He lifts you, so easily, just enough to clear the length of his cock. You look down to see it standing tall and proud, pointing directly at your willing holes. "Now show me you understand what that means."

You take a trembling breath and reach down with one hand to grasp him, your other hand resting on his shoulder for balance. Lowering yourself, a surge of fear shoots through you. Is it fear of pain, since he's longer and thicker than the other man who took your ass? Or is it fear of finally, fully surrendering to him like this? It doesn't matter. As soon as it appears, the fear is banished, burned away by the heat of Josiah's body, lighting a fire of determination inside you.

His shining cockhead touches your puckered entrance, and you pull in a sharp gasp. You let it out slowly as you continue, feeling yourself opening, stretching, allowing your owner's cock to enter this final piece of you. Looking into Josiah's gorgeous face, his eyes lock onto yours. He holds your gaze as you finish your descent, resting your ass against his lap with him fully inside you. The look in his eyes challenges you to do more, go further, prove your worth. There is a moment of hesitation, an inner question, am I really worth it? Your asshole squeezes around him, and you feel the strength in his hands on your hips, and you smile to yourself.

Of course I'm worth it.

I'm his.

Taking a breath, you lift yourself, feeling your tight ring slide along his slick length. With a grunt, you lower yourself back down, the pain and the effort nothing compared to the glorious sensation of being full of him. You continue, eyes still locked on his, the confident smile of the man who conquered you driving you on. He's so beautiful. So powerful. You never knew a man could be this breathtaking. And you belong to him. All that power, all that strength, is yours.

You're bouncing in his lap now, your labored breaths interrupted only by the occasional cry of joyful pleasure. Josiah laughs in triumph. "You really do understand, little Rose, don't you? This sweet young body of yours belongs to me. I proved that the moment I touched you. You're mine, little Rose, and you always will be."

Smack-smack-smack goes your ass against his lap. "AH! ANH! Yes-AH! Yes, Sir. NNH! NH! Hanh! I'm yours, Sir, I'll always be yours OH! ANH!"

Your words make his eyes shine, and suddenly he's standing, his hands grabbing your ass and taking over the work of moving you along his cock. Throwing your arms around his neck to keep from falling, you pull in a wet gasp and let it out as a scream. This is too intense, he's fucking you too hard, you can't take it.

RC couldn't take it.

But Josiah's little Rose can.

With that thought, you relax and allow him to lift and move and fuck your body as he pleases. His face is red with effort, his hot breath washes over you, the room is filled with the sounds of flesh against flesh and your delirious yells of pleasure. He starts to move you even faster, fuck your ass even harder, and you feel his cock – your owner's cock – twitch inside you. Your breath catches in your throat as an orgasm unlike any other in your life swells within you and then Josiah whispers a single word.

"Mine."

He slams you against him one final time and lets out a low, growling roar. Your own voice comes out as a keening moan as your climax bursts through you. His hot cock throbs in your depths, filling your insides with his wonderful cum, just as your own juices flood from your untouched pussy to christen the place where your bodies are joined together. As you both crest the peak of your orgasms and begin to come down your owner shifts you so your face presses against his. You make a small sound of joy as his firm lips move against your own and his tongue enters your mouth and his sandpaper stubble scrapes against your cheeks and the giddy thought this is our first kiss pops into your mind.

When he finally breaks the kiss and pulls back, you see him smiling warmly at you. You stare at him in awe, face flushed and mouth open and panting as your asshole spasms around his still-firm cock. You never want to be anywhere else but in his arms. You never want his cock to be anywhere else but inside you. This is who you were meant to be.

"We're going to go far together, little Rose. I have such a grand vision for this place, for these people, for us. It's time for something new to replace the old and obsolete. You are the key. Your willing surrender to the new way makes you the perfect tool for my conquest." He kisses you again. "Are you ready for the future, little Rose?"

You smile. "Yes, Sir. Thanks to you."