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Chapter 10 by QueerKestrel QueerKestrel

How can you prove yourself worthy of such a powerful cock?

You can't

Hot tears sting your eyes. You know you don't deserve that beautiful organ inside of you. You're just a pathetic little girl. When you woke up this morning you were dedicated to fighting men like him. All it took to change that was finding out how weak you really are. How much you craved being controlled, abused, put in your place by men so much stronger than you would ever be. Your cheeks burned at the memory of how easily you had given yourself to Josiah. How his strong hands and hot breath and pussy-melting voice had turned you from a strong-willed radical into a submissive little cocksucker.

You wanted it so bad. You craved his touch, even though you knew you could never earn it. So you did the only thing you could think of. Tears streaming down your face, you stretched towards him, dragging your stiff, aching nipples across the gritty surface of the truck bed. You could just barely reach the edge of his boot, and you planted a wet, pleading kiss on his toe.

The men behind you laughed, but quickly went quiet. You stayed there, lips against dirt-stained leather, your heart screaming out for Josiah to do anything, say anything. After an eternity of breathless longing, you heard his soft chuckle. "Sit up, little Rose."

His voice makes you quiver. You release your aching pussy and slowly sit up on your heels. Josiah's magnificent cock is right in front of your face. You breathe in, and his masculine scent nearly makes you faint. With what little willpower you have left, you tear your gaze from the glistening cockhead before you and look up into Josiah's eyes. He smiles, that same prideful smile he gave you the last time you were on your knees for him.

"You're a good girl."

Your pussy throbs.

"You've learned your place."

Girljuice drips onto the dirty truck bed.

"Now kiss it."

You lean forward and plant your lips on the tip of his cock. You desperately want to take it in your mouth, but you don't dare do more than you're told. Instead, you lean back and lick your lips, thrilling at the taste of his precum.

"Turn around and show me what's mine, little Rose."

Your pussy clenches. He's actually going to fuck you. You're breathless with anticipation as you turn around and prostrate yourself, raising your ass in the air. You hear him kneel behind you. Your body quivers like a doe in a trap.

You feel the tip of his penis brush against your soaked outer folds. "Ah!" He gently rubs it up and down, parting you, opening you, preparing you to take everything he has to give you. He rubs it against your throbbing clit, sending a bolt of lightning through you. "Haaaangh!"

He leans forward, placing a firm hand on the back of your neck, holding you down against the cold metal. Your breaths are hot and short. He leans his face right next to yours and whispers in your ear. "This is where you belong."

He pushes inside you, the thick head of his cock spreading you open to accept him. Your eyes go wide and a wail of surrender bursts out of you. He keeps pushing, slow and unstoppable. Every inch of him stretching you. "Hah!" Filling you. "Ngah!" Claiming you. "Nnnaaaahh!" When he finally reaches your innermost depth your mind goes blank and your breath stops. You feel his heavy balls rest against your buzzing clit. You feel painfully stretched and gloriously full and completely, utterly his.

He's still hunched over you, his hot breath in your ear. "I knew this is what you wanted the moment I saw you, little Rose." Your pussy squeezes around him and you gasp. "You were made to take this cock." You whimper, unable to speak, unable to think. Your mind is completely dominated by the feeling of him inside you.

He straightens up and releases the back of your neck. He places both hands on your ass and addresses the crowd. "This little girl is finally getting exactly what she needs, what all women need." You moan. "We know, here in the Movement, what a woman's purpose is. But those from the outside need to be taught." Your moan becomes a pleading whine. "And this one, before she earns the reward of my seed in her womb," your breath catches in your throat. "This one will need a little punishment."

His hand comes down hard on your right asscheek. You cry out, your pussy clamping around the hot dick inside you. "That was for standing against good, righteous men." His other hand comes down, smacking painfully against your left cheek. "That was for lying to Eric, for denying your obvious need."

Your pussy is squeezing his cock desperately. You want to apologize, to beg forgiveness, but your voice is no longer your own. His hand comes down again with three quick blows. "HAAAaannnh..." Your ass burns, the fire making your pussy throb around his incredible length. You're right on the edge.

"That was for making a mess in my truck." The men in front of you laugh. Small sobs escape your lips. I'm sorrryyyy...

"And this is for every time in your life you ever believed yourself the better of a man." He rains blows down on your poor, pink ass. Each instant of contact between his strong hands and your soft, pliant flesh is an eternity in your mind.

"Ah! Ah! Hah! Hah! HAAANH!" You can't take it. The pain, the fullness, the shame is too much. The shame of knowing that Josiah is right, that you deserve everything you're getting. He lands one last, powerful SMACK on your burning ass and your vision goes white.

You convulse around his dick, juices squirting out and splattering on the truck bed. You gasp desperately for air, your climax making it impossible to breathe, to think. Your soft, weak body writhes around the hardness inside you. You've never known an orgasm could feel like this.

Josiah moves his hands up and firmly grabs you by the waist. "Settle down, little Rose." He slowly pulls his length out of you. "Now that you've taken your punishment like a good girl," he pauses with his tip just inside your entrance. You can't stop shaking. "You get to feel the true nature of man."

He pushes inside you again. Your cry is one of delirious gratitude. When he pulls back, your inward breath becomes a sob of longing. He keeps up this steady pace, slowly building in intensity until he is slamming into your red asscheeks. His balls keep time by smacking heavily into your clit on every forward thrust. Your cries have become short, sharp, wordless pleas. His strong hands gripping your waist are the only thing keeping you from collapsing.

"You understand now, little Rose." His voice is ragged, his breathing heavy and forceful. "We remember the old truths out here, away from your degenerate modern sensibilities." He picks up the pace. You can't believe how strong he is, how hard and hot he is inside you. "A woman's body is made to submit to the will of men."

He reaches a hand forward and pulls your head back by your short hair. The pain is intense and your hands scrabble to support your weight. "These men, little Rose." You look out at the sea of male faces. The crowd had swelled in size as every man in the compound had come to watch the once-proud feminist break on Josiah's cock. "Your body belongs to these men now."

The new position Josiah had **** you into made his cockhead press right against your sweet spot with every thrust. Your moans and yelps blended together into one continuous cry of total submission.

"But your womb belongs to me."

Your orgasm starts as a spark in your core and blooms out in every direction. You hear Josiah shout in triumph, his hand twisting your hair until you were afraid he would tear it out. He slams inside you one last time, holding his cockhead against your cervix as he throbs in release.

Your voice was gone. Orgasmic waves crashed through your body and your mind was completely fixated on the feeling of Josiah emptying himself into you. Every powerful throb of his cock sent a shuddering jolt through your body and a cascade of joy through your mind. You were dimly aware of an indistinct roar, which you soon realized was the crowd of men cheering.

When he was finally satisfied, Josiah pulled his cock from your quivering pussy. He released your hair, letting you slump forward onto your shoulders. You tried to remember how to breathe, your world-splitting orgasm still echoing inside you. You hear Josiah stand and button up his jeans. He chuckles. "By God, little Rose, I may just keep you all to myself. I can't remember the last time I felt a girl take to me like that. Like your pussy was thirsty for my seed."

"JOSIAH!"

The buzz of the crowd evaporated, and you could feel Josiah tense up next to you.

"JOSIAH!" The commanding voice boomed out again, closer.

"What do you want, Pa? Did you miss the show?"

The crowd parted and a hulking figure approached the truck. He was broad, tall, with short grey-white hair and matching stubble covering his weathered face. The way he moved with unquestionable authority captivated you. "Josiah don't you dare take that tone with me, boy!" He spit out the last word. "Not after disrespecting the Movement like this. You think I just wouldn't notice, you marking a newcomer before your elder did? You think I'm stupid?"

Josiah hopped down to the dirt and stepped up to face down his Pa. "No, Pa, I don't think you're stupid, I just think you're old, and if I do all the work of breaking her in I say her pussy is mine." Josiah turned to the gathered men, looking for their approval.

You lay there, slumped over on shoulders and knees with your ass in the air. You felt Josiah's seed leaking from your tender lips and down your slick thighs as the two men faced off for the right to your body. You moaned, low and plaintive, ignored by the men who were deciding your fate.

Who will claim you?

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