P03E16

I had also gotten used to finding my cock in Marcy‘s mouth in the moment of my waking, and the absence of the gently squishing suction already felt like an omission from the morning routine. My mood didn’t improve when I got to the kitchen, and Howard made it clear that if I wanted to eat something, I should prepare it myself.

It was past ten when Howard took me to Heather’s cell. She was still sleeping deeply, a slight snore escaping her every few breaths.

She was tied on her side towards the wall, her ass turned towards us. Her markings had diminished only slightly, the spectrum of colors turning to dark purple and blue now. Her legs were curled up, and her labia drew parallel lines between her buttocks.

“Do you want to feel for yourself?“ Howard said. “I am pretty sure it worked… “

I extended my thumb and penetrated her without any introduction. Indeed, she was slippery and easy sliding, and I took possession of her with the mouse of my hand. She moaned as she woke up, and it clearly wasn’t a moan of suffering. The haze in her glance when she opened her eyes told us exactly about the wide extent of her current hornification. The sizzling experience of taking the pain in her butt into her dreamlandscape certainly hadn’t missed its effect.

“Good morning, slut!“ Howard said, “did you sleep well? “

My thumb still buried deep inside her, she nodded, almost shily.

“So tell me about it. “

“At first, I thought I couldn’t sleep at all. The pain was so sharp and omnipresent, and my entire brain had to focus on dealing with it. But I was also exhausted, and in the end I just drifted off into a very light sleep. And my dreams were filled with heat, a raw existential heat which sourced deeper and deeper into me… And when it resurfaced, it had made the transition. I can’t even say I really dreamed, they felt more like visions. And all those visions were drenched in lewd debauchery. The imprint of Jason’s cock was still there somehow, and it felt as if I was actually being stuffed; and I craved it, and I rode it. I was asleep, and at the same time I was fully aware of my entire body: the racing of my heart, the fatigue in my muscles, the fire in my ass, the need in my pussy. And there was an immense desire that rose up from it all… “

Howard made a generous gesture to me, and said: “ Well, the perfect solution to quenching that need stands right here, before you! Are you ready for another day of getting fucked hard? “

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What more can I tell you of the rest of the day? I fucked her again, in all kinds of positions, at all speeds, in all depths. Describing them all would be a serious bore. I started at 10 in the morning, and finished at 11 at night, and the total of my breaks wasn’t more than 50 minutes. I was mostly alone with her, Howard had other stuff to do. The markings on her ass had subsided only slightly, and the nagging, dull pain must still have gripped her ass, but the hornification of my thrustfest easily superseded it. She kept cumming easily, and my cock learned better and better how to rehornify her quickly.

I evoked another orgasm storm in her just before dinner, and managed to keep it going for three minutes. Howard had told her to count her orgasms throughout the day, and after some discussion about the storm only counting for one, she reported 22 in the evening.

I unloaded twice myself, the first time around two o’clock in the afternoon, then again just before wrapping up for the day. Howard picked a horse whip for her night time flogging, delivering long weals this time right on top of the fading flogger markings. Then he tied her up for the night.

There was just one more thing for me to do. In the late evening, Howard sent me to the motel. I removed the chastity belt so Marcy could excrete and clean herself up, then I put it back on and locked it. I also brought some food, yogurt and biscuits, and a piece of fruit. I didn’t talk to her, Howard had specifically said that I shouldn’t, and she didn’t try either. Then I left her in the motel room and drove back to the ranch.

Just another day at Howard’s place. A bore to read, don’t you think? Sure. But it was a hell of an experience again, and I enjoyed every single minute of it.