The Forbidden Passage

I was deep inside her. The initial shock of the invasion had passed, replaced by a raw, throbbing fullness that stretched Jasmine to her absolute limit. She lay beneath me, her legs thrown over my shoulders, her baby-smooth pussy lips wrapped tightly around the thick shaft of my cock.

"You said you wanted to be conquered," I grunted, withdrawing almost all the way out before slamming back in.

SCHLICK.

"Oh god! Yes!" Jasmine screamed, her hands scrabbling for purchase on the silk sheets. "It’s too deep! You’re hitting the bottom!"

"I decide where the bottom is."

I showed no mercy. I didn't slow down to let her adjust. I treated her exactly as she had asked, like a vessel for my pleasure. I pistonned into her, my heavy combat boots digging into the mattress for leverage, my leather vest brushing against her heaving, sweat-slicked breasts.

I grabbed her hips, lifting her lower body off the bed, changing the angle to grind directly against her cervix. She choked on a sob of intense pleasure-pain, her eyes rolling back.

"Look at you," I sneered, leaning down to bite her neck. "The untouchable Princess, getting plowed like a common street walker."

"I am!" she wailed, her head thrashing side to side. "I'm your whore! Use me!"

"Turn over."

I pulled out. The sound was wet and obscene, a loud POP as the vacuum seal broke. Jasmine gasped, feeling the sudden emptiness. I grabbed her arm and flipped her over effortlessly. She scrambled to her hands and knees, her black hair cascading over her face, her heavy breasts swaying beneath her.

"Ass up," I commanded. "Face down."

She arched her back, sticking her round, perfect ass in the air. The sight was intoxicating. Her pussy was swollen and gaping slightly, glistening with the fluids I had just churned up. But just above it was that tight, pristine star, the back door to the palace.

I slapped her ass. Hard. SMACK.

Her flesh rippled. A bright red handprint bloomed instantly on her copper skin. "Thank you, Master!" she gasped.

I lined up behind her. But I didn't aim for the wet, open pussy this time. I pressed the broad head of my cock against her anus.

Jasmine froze. "Master? That’s... that’s not..."

"Everything is mine, Jasmine," I growled. "Every hole. Every inch."

I didn't wait for permission. I didn't use a finger to prep her. Her pussy had leaked so much that her juices coated her entire perineum. I grabbed her hips with a bruising grip. I thrust forward.

SHOVE.

The head breached her tight sphincter. Jasmine screamed, a high, sharp sound of shock. Her arms buckled, her face pressing into the mattress. "AAAAH! It’s tearing! It’s too big for there!"

"Take it," I roared.

I pushed harder. The resistance was immense, tight, and hot. I **** my way past the ring of muscle, stretching her beyond anything she had ever imagined. Inch by inch, I invaded the forbidden passage, burying myself inside her bowels.

She was sobbing now, her body trembling violently. "It hurts! It hurts!"

"It’s supposed to hurt," I whispered, leaning over her back, my chest pressing against her spine. "That’s how you know you belong to me."

I bottomed out. I was fully sheathed in her ass, held in a vice-grip of royal muscle. I began to move. I withdrew slowly, letting the friction burn her, then drove back in. The sensation was electrifying, tighter than her pussy, taboo, and utterly degrading.

"Please..." she whimpered, drooling onto the sheets. "It’s... it’s so full."

"You're my cocksleeve, Jasmine. Front and back."

I picked up the pace. I fucked her ass with a relentless, punishing rhythm. Her body rocked forward and backward with every thrust. I reached around and grabbed one of her heavy breasts, squeezing it hard, twisting the nipple while I sodomized her.

She broke. The pain melted into a blinding, overwhelming intensity. "Master! Master! I'm cumming! I'm cumming from my ass!"

She shattered, her internal muscles clamping down on my cock, milking me with terrifying strength. That was it. I groaned, the pressure building to a breaking point. I didn't pull out. I grabbed her waist, drove as deep as I could, and pressed her ass cheeks together.

"Keep it," I snarled.

I erupted inside her rectum. Hot, thick jets of seed fired deep into her gut. Jasmine screamed into the pillows as I filled her ass, pressurizing her, claiming the deepest part of her body as my dumping ground.

I held it there, riding out the aftershocks, forcing her to take every drop.

Finally, I pulled out. Her anus gaped open, a red, used circle that slowly tried to close, leaking a mixture of white seed and clear fluids down her thighs.

Jasmine collapsed onto her stomach, panting, ruined.

"Get up," I commanded.

She groaned, trying to push herself up. Her limbs were jelly. She managed to get to her knees, looking at me with glazed, worshipful eyes. I stood by the side of the bed. My cock was still semi-hard, coated in the mess of her insides.

"Look at it," I said, pointing to my member. "Filthy."

Jasmine looked at the cock that had just violated her. She didn't look disgusted; she looked hungry. She knew her place.

"Clean it," I ordered.

She crawled to the edge of the bed. She didn't hesitate. She leaned forward and opened her mouth. She took the head into her mouth, tasting her own ass, tasting my seed, tasting the reality of what she had become.

She swirled her tongue around it, cleaning me with a ****, sloppy enthusiasm. She sucked the shaft, licking away every trace of the act, humming with submission.

I reached down and tangled my hand in her hair, guiding her rhythm, watching the Princess of Agrabah polish me off like a good little slut.

"Good girl," I whispered, watching her throat work. "That’s a good cumsock."