Peer Review
An asuran scientist decides on a practical trial for his technology, at the expense of a young female rising star who had slighted him.
Heavy themes of maledom/femsub, kidnapping, slavery, and rape. Look at the tags. Your cup of tea? Enjoy.
Note: My first attempt to publish this, SoFurry ate it (500 internal error) and I lost everything. This is retyped from scratch. I think I was able to improve it.
Cragg had never felt such rage an indignation in all his life.
He stood before a tribunal of his 'peers', though he would be the first to challenge that distinction. He wasn't sure there was a peer of his among the lot of them. That feeling was making this moment sting all the worse as he was forced to stand there and listen to these halfwits belittle his work!
Principal among them was Vixxi. Right that moment, the young female was half-leaned across the tribunal's table, waxing on at length about how his invention was 'morally questionable at the most generous description' and 'half formed in idea and scope'. Her soft voice echoed in the massive chamber set aside for symposiums such as these, deep within the catacombic halls of Rata Sum, capital of the displaced Asura. He hated it there, almost as much as he hated this tribunal, and not half as much as he loathed Vixxi.
She was young - first strike against her. She was brilliant, which angered him for reasons he struggled to fully conceptualize. And she was dedicated to the annihilation of his academic reputation, if her lengthy take-down of his work in this very moment was any indication. He glowered at her. Those bright eyes. Those pearly-white, sharp teeth. That shiny bald head. Those ears he wanted to pull back on as he made her scream-
He snapped out of it when he heard his name repeated for the third time. He barely listened as the judgement was rendered. Not only was he to receive no funds, no krewe licensing, he was to turn in his research and cease work on his project altogether. Laughable. He nodded his head, already mentally mapping the surrounding regions for where his new labs would be located.
Stop his work? Preposterous. He glanced once more at Vixxi, who was slipping from her chair to talk to her fellows. His eyes slid down the length of her body.
Soon.
Six Months Later...
Vixxi tapped idly on her datapad as she strolled through the vine-encrusted overgrowth. It was her third trip out to this particular patch in as many months, located south of Metrica. The vegetation was thick, the air steamy and humid; she was uncomfortable, sweating, eager to be elsewhere. As soon as she was finished with this data collection, she was eager for a nice shower. Something to look forward to.
Principal among her concerns were a particular sort of flower that appeared to be an invasive species. It wasn't native to, well, anywhere, as far as she could tell. Some preliminary samples had revealed it to be a new discovery, though that seemed unlikely. Few places were as heavily mapped and studied than Metrica and its surrounding regions. The Sylvari had no knowledge of it, and there was nothing in the databanks in Rata Sum. Though she was hardly a botanist by trade, there was a minor thrill in what was potentially a brand new discovery. Perhaps she would put her name on it!
Coming to the area previous marked by her explorations, she was surprised to see that the plants had apparently undergone some kind of mutation, or perhaps lapsed into a different life cycle. Where before they features bright pink flowers, those had closed into green coned and beneath them had sprouted strange, almost cylindrical yellow-orange porous stems. She made a small, thoughtful noise and tapped on the datapad a few times. Curious. She would need a sample.
She removed a small tool from her belt and approached, reaching down to snip off a little of the stem. To her shock, the plant suddenly lunged for her hand; it made contact and there was an instant stinging sensation. With a sharp yelps she sprang backwards, clutching her hand, dropping her tool and datapad. What was-?!
She swooned. The world was spinning. Her mind felt thick, like syrup. Her vision tunneled. She had only a moment to make a small, gurgling noise before she collapsed bodily to the soft ground.
Vixxi came out of her dreamless sleep with a sharp intake of breath. As her mental faculties returned to her, she was able to take stock of a few things. She was still dressed in her clothing from earlier, though something had been added - notably, to her wrists, ankles, and neck. Opening her eyes, she could see that she was in a small room with a single entrance, across which was a red energy barrier. The air smelled stale and sterile. Sitting up, she saw that she was on a raised slab, and the room was almost entirely featureless, save for what appeared to be a squat-toilet in the corner. Ah, she thought. She was a prisoner. Inquest?
She looked at her wrists. Around them were smooth, chrome bands that did not appear to have any linking mechanism. Her fingers traced over them and she felt no hinge or separation. Her ankles were similarly banded. Reaching up, she found her neck was collared by something that certainly felt similar, though when she tried to move it, she suddenly found that her hands would not obey her. She could touch it, run her fingers across it, but mental commands to grasp and move it were bizarrely ignored by her own hands.
In that moment of confusion, the energy field dropped, and two golems floated in. They were of truly bog-standard design; about the size of trashcans, hovering on levitation crystals installed into their base, with two mechanical arms; crystals glowing at the various joints.
Before she could move, she was moved. She felt her arms pulled up and to the side; the bands moving on their own? She gasped, looking at her arms, before her legs were similarly pulled down and apart, spreading her open. Then, the bands raised, lifting her off the slab and leaving her hovering helpless in the center of the room. "What is the meaning of this?!" she screamed, her patience with all this utterly run dry.
"Patience," intoned a stern and vaguely familiar voice, from the doorway. "You have more time than you think to come around to understanding."
Vixxi gaped at the male asura that stood in the doorway, a confident grin upon his lips. He was dressed conservatively, in laboratory clothes; tight and somewhat form-fitting, intended for delicate work where extraneous visual flair might get in the way. He carried a datapad in his hand, another small attendant golem floating beside him. She recognized him after a moment of puzzling his face. "Cragg?" she asked, blurting the name out in disbelief. She'd only encountered him once, during his doomed presentation of his Synaptic Interface System; he'd departed Rata Sum and faded to obscurity soon after.
He was noticeably different. Life setting up a new lab in Metrica was physically strenuous, if his toned and strong body was anything to indicate. The scientist that had presented to her and the rest of the tribunal was very much an asuran lab worker; a little soft in places. This asura in front of her was a physical specimen.
"I see you recognize me," he said, stepping into the room as she squirmed helplessly in place, hovering in the center of the room. "Good! I'm glad we can have this reunion."
"Cragg, you will release me this instant if you-AAAH!" Vixxi's body spasmed and inexplicable pain shot through her from head to toe. In that moment, her mouth open wide in a pained cry, Cragg stuffed something small and round into her mouth, filling it up. He worked quickly, tying the straps that held the ball-gag in place around the back of her head while she panted, recovering from the shock.
"I apologize for the crudeness," he said, cinching the gag in tight while she writhed helplessly. "I promise that will be rare; my system is elegant enough that reliance on such crude physical leverage will be unnecessary, and I have no desire to harm you."
Vixxi shook, pulling at her wrists and ankles to no effect, suddenly feeling very vulnerable. "MMMmh! MMmnnh! Mmph! Pnnffhhh!" she said, into the gag. Cragg chuckled.
"I imagine you'll grow tired of making noise soon. When I have need of your mouth or your voice you'll know. In the meantime, just listen," he said, caressing one of her long ears; she shuddered, wincing at the touch to the sensitive spot. "I have much to tell you."
Cragg turned and walked from the room. Vixxi made a small plaintive noise into the gag stuffed in her mouth as she was forced to float along after him. "I've continued my work," he explained, as they moved into and down a very asuran hallway; Vixxi could see they were in a large complex. "Improved on the systems about as far as I think I can alone. It's much more elegant than what I displayed six months ago. I can now intercept and read any information the body is relaying to the mind, even on a subconscious level. Behold."
One of the golems projected a holographic screen in front of Vixxi. She could see an asuran form in profile - presumably her own - with various biometrics. She stared at it wide-eyed. It was uniquely violating to see so much of her biological information displayed so openly; she felt a particular twist in her gut at the amount of indicator arrows that pointed to her abdomen.
"I can see your hydration, your nutrition, your sensory receptors. I can see your heartbeat and blood pressure - you take good care of yourself, good to see - as well as your lung efficiency, any ongoing soreness, organ health. Anything the brain and body communicate about, all filtered through that marvelous little device around your neck. Aw, look at this," he said, pointing a metric, the meter nearly fully. "Bladder capacity. You have to pee. Adorable."
Vixxi felt blood rush to her face, wincing as he spoke. This was a level of privacy invasion she was struggling to cope with, though a part of her dreaded that it was about to get worse.
Cragg was giddy. He stared at his hand a moment, pointing as it was at the screen; it was shaking, just a little. His heart was pumping, and he felt a touch of adrenaline. He had to stay calm. Savor this moment. Don't rush, take his time, do it right. He would only ever get to do this for the first time but once.
They passed through a doorway into a large laboratory; tables full of equipment, beakers of fluids of various colors, and holographic screens displaying innumerable data-points made up the majority of the room, though the center was largely open; seemingly recently cleared for some purpose. Cragg gestured, and Vixxi's helplessly bound body was floated to the center of the room, her toes just barely off the ground.
"Of course, my system isn't just read-only. I can inject commands. Simple ones, of course; the volume of communication and rate of processing presents unique hurdles; I can only manage basic commands. Immobility, say, or some otherwise subconscious bodily function. Pain is simple - as I already showed you; don't worry, no need to re-demonstrate that. Pleasure is more difficult; best not to abuse, as you can grow immunities to it, sad to say. But I can find ways around that."
Cragg paused, grinning at her. She stared back him. His eyes roamed up and down her body. Enough waiting. It was time.
"I've spent so much time thinking about that moment. You destroyed me; ruined my reputation, called me ethically bankrupt. I was a laughingstock. Well. Perhaps it's time you felt a little shame." He saw her stiffen, her breath holding. He grinned more. "As you tore apart my work in front of all of Rata Sum, I always wondered - I wonder what her vagina looks like?"
Vixxi shrieked into the gag, clenching her eyes, balling her hands into fists. She twisted and writhed, but her ankles and wrists were held fast. With a gesture, Cragg changed their configuration a little; arms held straight up above her, ankles stretched down and pressed nearly together, holding her straight up and down. Handing the tablet off to one of the golems, he stepped closer to her. Ignoring her muffled wailing, his hands shaking just a little, he started unbuttoning her research jacket.
He was slow, savoring the moment. Vixxi's eyes were wide open, glassy, bright, and pleading. That made it all the better for him, as he lifted the jacket off of her. The shirt was next, lifting it, revealing her smooth gray skin and naked torso. He watched her whimper and writhe as he slid his hands up and down her chest and back; smooth and firm, as an asuran ought to be. But she had curves he was considerably more interested in.
With the gesture, the bracelets lifted her higher up. Ignoring her muffled mewling, he unbuttoned her pants. Moving with laborious purpose, he opened them, and then drew them down over her hips, down her thighs, where they came loose and simply dropped off her legs. Vixxi hung there in only her panties, a bit of lacy pink fabric that hugged her body such that he could even see the little indent of her pussy and the soft lips of her cunt through the fabric.
Vixxi was shivering, feeling utterly vulnerable and helpless. Cragg stared at her, eyes roaming up and down her body. "This is the last time you will wear clothes," he said. "Covering yourself will not serve you in your new purpose." Vixxi squealed into the gag, twisting her body as Cragg hooked his fingers into her panties and drew them down. They slipped over her hips, over the swell of her firm, round ass, then down her thighs.
Cragg's eyes remained on her revealed vagina; a puffy, smooth-lipped mound framing a tight dark line of her entrance, with the barest hint of her clitoris peeking out from the top. He let her panties drop, leaving her squirming, naked, in the cold light of the laboratory. He swallowed, his penis painfully erect in his pants. Vixxi, one of the most brilliant female minds in Rata Sum, now fully exposed to him. She was shaking, whimpering into her gag. He ignored that. With a gesture, she was rotated, and his eyes roamed her back, down to the round swell of that perfect ass. Hs placed his hands on her rump, feeling, squeezing, groping those naked cheeks. He pried them apart, briefly glimpsing her tight, wrinkled anus and the backside of her pussy, before he let them go, allowing them to jiggle a bit back into place. He then slapped one of the cheeks, getting a surprised yelp from her, and leaving a pleasing (for him) red hand mark.
"An absolutely impeccable ass on you, Vixxi," he said, as the helpless female sobbed. He gestured, and she rotated again to face him. She pressed her thighs together, but he made a small 'tsk' noise and, with a gesture, they were pulled apart, leaving her completely exposed. He made eye contact with her, and his grin spread wider, as the tent in his pants grew more obvious. "A dedicated researcher like you has no time for intimacy, I imagine. You must be a virgin." Vixxi shuddered, staring at him silently, drooling a bit around the gag in her mouth. Cragg chuckled. "Still, let's check."
Vixxi wailed as her legs were pulled up and apart, spreading her wide open in front of him. Pussy and anus fully exposed and directly at his eye level. His hands stroked over her smooth, quivering flesh, until his thumbs slid along either vaginal lip. "I bet you felt like you were on top of the world, tearing me down like you did. I bet it made you feel powerful. Well, let's have a look at your innocence," he breathed, before he pulled her pussy lips apart, revealing her moist, pink tunnel. Vixxi arched, wailing into the gag. Cragg only grinned, marveling at the intact hymen revealed to him.
"Good girl," he said, patting her vulva as he allowed her legs to lower once more, leaving her hanging there, still spread a bit so that every inch of her was available to look at. "Let's get you comfortable. I can see it's growing urgent." Vixxi, panting, looking up at him through tear-filled eyes, confused as to his meaning. He idly tapped on his tablet, and she yelped, loudly, into her gag. She lost all control; no, worse, she felt her body shift, her muscles clenching, pushing, and before she knew it, she was urinating!
She had to look down between her legs, unable to believe it until she saw with her own eyes. There was no denying it, she was voiding her bladder, right there, in front of him. She shook her head, clenching her eyes shut. It was the most embarrassed she'd ever been, and that included her most recent virgin examination.
"You see what I mean?" he asked, his voice clear over the sound of her water spattering to the laboratory floor. "I can hijack your body. Insert any direct command I wish. I want you to urinate? You piss, immediately. I want you in pain? You shriek. This is a base thing, but, there's a certain animal thrill to it. Females often urinate in front of their males before they're mounted."
Vixxi, nearing exhaustion, whimpered into the gag as her stream slowly ended, and a pair of golems hovered close; one to clean her bare pussy with a cloth, the other dutifully cleaning the floor. When she looked up, she gasped; Cragg was disrobing, the tent in his pants plainly obvious, lifting his shirt to reveal a toned, masculine torso.
"I can't make your body do anything it wasn't designed to do," he explained as he disrobed. "So I will have to wait for your natural ovulation to put your uterus to use. But I can make your body ready for me." He tapped on the tablet, and Vixxi moaned, feeling her heart race, her blood rushing through her body - and collecting where she dreaded it might. Her pussy grew warmer, her walls clenched, her toes splayed and flexed, her back arched. All at once, in a rush, she felt more physically aroused than ever before in her life.
"Nnnh! MMnnnnh!"
"That's right," he said, opening his pants and dropping them, and his boxers, down to the floor. His erect cock - considerable, by asuran standards - bobbed into view. Vixxi stared at it as though it were a loaded gun. It was firm, arched, standing up from his hips at a forty-five degree angle. Under it was his scrotum, a heavy pair of balls in a smooth-skinned sack. Cragg caught her looked and cupped them, grinning. "Oh yes," he hissed, flashing a sharp-toothed smile. "You'll be well acquainted soon."
Vixxi wailed, putting one last burst of effort into struggling, even as she dripped clear lubricant to the floor under her spread legs. She drifted down until her feet touched the cool floor, and then her legs were slid open wider, her arms dropping, only to cross behind her back. Her collar moved her head down, until the bindings had her positioned in an extremely vulnerable way - standing, bent over at the waist, back arched, legs spread. Her anus and pussy clenched, and she looked up at him, eyes wild in panic even as her face felt flushed, rivulets of her clear, musky lube dripping down the insides of her naked thighs.
Cragg approached her, taking one of her ears and caressing it. She whimpered; like all asura, her ears were an erogenous zone, deeply personal and highly sensitive. He tapped the tablet a few times and caressed her ear again. This time she arched, and squeaked. The sensation was incredible! Her pussy clenched around nothing! Her buttocks quivered. That brought her close! It wasn't like being 'horny' or aroused in any normal sense. Mentally she recoiled from this humiliation, from the impending rape. She was eye-level with his thick, erect penis and she stared at it in dread, but her body was on fire for his touch, her pussy wetter than she ever remembered it being.
He grabbed her other ear. His fingers and thumbs stroked both of them now. She wailed. Arched, clenched, writhed, begged senselessly into her gag. "Mnnh! Nnnh! Mnngh! MMMNNNH!"
It was no use. Her toes clenched on the floor, her back arched. Clear little jets of femcum spurted from her pussy as she had perhaps the strongest orgasm of her life. "You squirt?" she heard him ask in surprise, but she was busy grunting into her gag, stars in her eyes, cumming around nothing, cumming from only having her ears handled. In that moment she knew how helpless she was. With her body made this needful and sensitive, when he did rape her...
She was shocked from this thinking by a slap to her ass. "I've programmed in a little surprise for you," he said, stepping behind her, his cock erect and ready to claim her helpless pussy. "Something to make this moment even more special. Alchemy, Vixxi. You have the most beautiful cunt I've ever seen." His fingers touched her; she nearly came again, shaking her head, sobbing into her gag. He shushes her, gently. "This is your place now," he said. "You're off-cycle, so mostly this is just for me, but; I am going to breed you, Vixxi. Like a prized animal. Look at you. Naked, sweating, desperate. Leaking from your tight little virgin cunt." He palmed her vulva, sliding his cock over the soft flesh of her rump. "So hot. So ready to be taken."
He gripped her hips, taking up position behind her. He stroked the head of his member up and down those lips. He felt gloriously wild and commanding, utterly dominant. She was squirming, mewling, whining; all useless. He could see her anus clenching, her pussy quivering with orgasmic aftershocks. He lined himself up with her entrance and reached forward to grab her ears, one in either hand, clenching tight. He felt her go stiff, suck in and hold her breath. "Here's what I think of your opinion, cunt."
He pulled back on those ears, grunting through clenched teeth as he thrust his cock straight into her. Tightness be damned, she was sopping wet, and her hymen snapped straight away. Instead of feeling pain at the popping of her cherry, Vixxi arched and shrieked into her gag, now drooling copiously around it. She was wrong, before. This was the most powerful orgasm of her life.
Cragg held himself deep inside her as he felt her body clenching uncontrollably around him. Perfection. Why should her deflowering be painful, he thought? So he'd written a simply command. A sharp sudden pain from her hymen breaking would be seen as absolute sexual stimulation of the highest order. He felt her squirt against his balls. There was no revenge more sweet than this.
For all their high-mindedness and magitechnical science, asura were still creatures of flesh and blood, and their bodies knew the oldest dance of time. Holding onto her ears for leverage, Cragg began to fuck Vixxi with deep, ball-slapping, cheek-clapping thrusts. Her body jerked in place, bent over for him, his hips making those toned cheeks jiggle. She was so wet, so tight, there was no masking the wet noise of his cock stuffing her over and over, filling her virgin tunnel with his stiff, hard cock. He was so aroused, so intensely focused on this conquest. He moaned openly. They were both sweating, his hips working, muscles flexing, the golems watching with robotic impassivity as Cragg fucked Vixxi as hard he could, the slave girl coming down off her defloration orgasm only to cum again, her wailing mournful, the orgasm nearly painful.
Cragg answered her by letting go of her ears, slapping her ass hard to draw out a squeak from the helpless female, adding a sharp spike of pleasure to mix with her unwanted orgasm. He continued to pound her from behind, his balls swinging into her clit, his cock noisily conquering her tunnel, a mix of fluids - mostly her - spattering to the floor between their legs. He gripped her hips, grunting, teeth clenched, staring down at her ass, watching his cock sink into her on every powerful, dominant, ecstatic thrust. He felt wild and free, naked in his own lab, fucking the brains out of his greatest rival, this beautiful, brilliant, smart-ass little bitch who mocked him and his work, not bound by it, now totally under his control, her body his to breed as he saw fit. It was perfect.
Too perfect, it turned out. He felt himself cresting already. He was too horny, too wound up. He'd waited for this moment for so long, replaying his shame and embarrassment over and over in his head, the image of her sitting on her elevated table burned into his memory. Now she was naked, controlled, bent over, her virgin's blood fully mixed with her cum lubricating his cock as he took her in the most animal of ways. His balls pulled up a little, his body tensed. He saw no need to hold back. He lifted one leg, hunched over her thrusting hard, the wet clap of their bodies echoing in time with her soft feminine mewling and his deep masculine grunting.
He grabbed her bound wrists, lunged his hips forward, threw his head back and cried out in shameless sexual bliss as he ejaculated. He held himself deep, grinding his hips to her ass, cumming with heavy spurts of pent-up asuran seed. She whimpered, even sounding like she'd accepted her own submission in that moment, as he claimed her body for himself. He pressed deep, his tip right up against her cervix, spurting heavily inside her to ensure he reached her deepest depths.
Then, it was over. He gulped for air, collapsing onto her back. His hands stroked her panting, sweat-slickened body. They both reeked of sex; of the mix of fluids, of perspiration, of exposed fleshy bodies. He ground himself inside her, flexing his ass, groaning even as the overstimulation nearly made it unpleasant. Nearly.
Vixxi mere hung there, forced into that supplicant position, exposed, filled, tingling from multiple orgasms, feeling stretched and full and, more than anything, taken. Claimed, in a primal sense. She sniffled.
Sliding his hands over her body a little more, he felt all up and down her ass, getting his breath back. He felt drained. Relieved, as though a great pressure had been lifted. With a gesture, he allowed her body to flop to the floor, to lay helpless, naked, and leaking, among the drops of their mixes sex fluids. He stood over her, his still-hard cock, gleaming with their mixed lubricants, arched over her. She looked up at him, shuddering in post-orgasmic shocks, legs writhing.
Cragg grinned. "We're only just beginning."
It took a few days before she came to grips with the reality that a rescue was unlikely. In that time, she existed more as a living sex doll than anything else.
He exhausted his various most-fantasized sex positions. He took her laying flat on her belly. On all fours - a 'classical' position. On her back, legs spread, looking up into his eyes as he fucked her through forced orgasms and ejaculated deep inside her. Bent over a workbench. On her back on a workbench. Made to ride him sitting in his chair. He was insatiable.
At first, she was left 'hogtied' in her cell, gagged. The golems fed her; the food, at least, was nutritious and plentiful. She found she could not urinate; try as she might, she could not do it on her own. The first time her gag was removed and she was allowed to speak, it was to beg him permission, whereupon he made her squat and go in front of him before he put the gag back on.
Cragg monitored her levels. She was exercised, physically and mentally. He leashed her and took her on a tour of his lab, introduced her to his research. Golems put her through various physical exercises; refusal was met with jolts of pain; not that they were necessary, she understood well that if she ever wanted to escape, her physical fitness would be key.
True to his word, she was never permitted clothing; as the days bled into weeks, she grew used to her nudity, though not so much his leering. It had seemed taking her virginity, and raping her dozens of times since, had not lowered his thirst for her.
It was finally proposed to her that if she wished the right to speak, she first needed to submit her mouth to him. She knew what that meant. So it was that she found herself arms bound behind her, kneeling naked on his lab floor, his hand on the back of her head as he took her oral virginity. He commanded that she look up at him as she did so; she obeyed. He exercised various fantasies; he rested his balls on her chin and held her there to commit the image to memory. She was made to lick his balls. He held her head with both hands and fucked her face with abandon. His seed was saltier than she expected it to be, and she drank it obediently when he came inside her.
Allowing her to speak certainly opened things up between the two of them. She negotiated for more comfortable arrangements; some of her requests were met, though he did say that true comfort would be when she submitted to him completely; then his rather more opulent accommodations would be available to her. She knew well of what he spoke; she's more than once found herself on all fours on his bed, moaning, clutching his blankets as he railed her hard from behind.
The time she knew to dread finally came one morning; he happily announced that she was ovulating. She managed a sarcastic 'hooray' before he shoved the gag back into her mouth. That'd be enough from her, he explained. Now she was nothing but a breeding sow.
He made good on his proclamation. For three days on end, he wore no clothing, and she spent day and night by his side. The moment he could manage an erection, he would mount her and fuck her. Her mind reeled with forced orgasms. She was taken again, and again, and again, until she even began to think of herself as little more than a brood mare, something to be mounted and inseminated.
She was laying flat on her belly in his bed one morning, utterly exhausted, still drooling the remnants of his previous night's conquest from her well-fucked little cunny. She watched him enter the room, rigidly erect, naked as her, and appearing blissful. "I've planted my seed in you," he proclaimed, victoriously, pointing at a little holo-screen. There was her body in profile, and sure enough, an indicator pointing at her womb. "You will grow my progeny." She was almost relieved to hear it. After all, with how much semen he was ejaculating into her, how could she not be?
That did not explain his arousal, however. He climbed onto the bed. She opened her mouth to say something, but could only grunt as he pushed the gag behind her teeth, and strapped it on. The bands kept her stationary, laying flat on her belly, legs apart, as he slid onto her back. "Of course, this means I don't need to be strategic in where I ejaculate," he intoned, his voice near her ear. He ground his erect cock between her ample asscheeks, before the tip dipped down, and he got the first surprised squeak from her that he'd heard in a while, as his glans pressed against the tight, still-virgin hole of her anus. "That's right," he hissed. "Time for you to learn true humility, my pretty new mother."
He pressed inside. She squirmed, but could not move. This was a new kind of violation. A fresh invasion of her body. Her anus spread open for him, her rectal walls hugging him tightly as he deflowered her last virginity; one she didn't even know she was protecting. He took his time, mounted on her back, pushing in to the hilt and grinding himself deep within her. She sucked in a breath. It hurt, but suddenly, the sensations were overwhelming, especially in her sex.
He started to fuck her. She lay there, face in the blankets, totally beaten. She felt his cock thrust in and out of her ass. This was conquest, she thought to herself, as she felt an orgasm coming. Thoughts of rescue and escape drooled from her mind as his cum drooled from her pussy, his balls clapping her ass as his cock explored her backside.
Her moan was nothing bit a long animal sound, groaned into her ballgag as her pussy squirted into the blankets, her victorious master arching his back and hissing in delight as he sped up, fucking his slave up her tight little ass.
It was a couple months later.
Cragg walked into his supplemental laboratory, datapad in hand. He spied his 'wife' - which was, more and more, how he thought about her these days. True, she was still forbidden clothing. She slept in his bed, but every morning she was expected to kneel before him, and suck down his morning wood like the good little subservient cocksucking cunt she was. Every morning began with his hand on her head, his mouth open in bliss as she gulped down the seed he'd built up over the night's sleep. Only then was she allowed to ask him for the right to empty her bladder; she would ask politely, call him master, and do it right on command. Well trained.
She was visibly pregnant now, her belly protruding with his growing progeny; the combination of their mutual genius. For she was indeed brilliant; he had her working on his projects, which she admitted were interesting. Asura needed the work, the puzzles, to stay sane. She could not live on sex alone. These days, she spent more time in the lab than she did on her knees.
His eyes roamed over that ass - still immaculate - before drifting up to her eyes as she turned to face him. "Master," she said. He could hear in her voice that it was still forced. It'd be years, if ever, for her to truly accepted her new lot in life. Maybe by the fourth or fifth progeny would she truly submit, even within her own mind, where his control could not reach. Not that it mattered. Her place was her place, accepted or not.
"The phase inducer is up to seventy-six percent reliability on the control. Crystal loss down fifteen percent, with some variability. I have designed a new housing unit; should work to stabilize that temporal flux field."
Cragg was duly impressed, approaching her to look over her work. His hand drifted down to her ass; she didn't even flinch as his fingers explored her most intimate reaches. "A new housing unit? Where did you find opportunity to improve on my designs?"
"Here," she said, her voice only wavering a bit as his fingers danced over her clenched anus. It'd been a couple days since the last time he's planted his seed there; it was quickly becoming his favorite, and so he denied himself to keep it fresh. "I noticed a structural weakness at the base; reinforcing with alyxium disperses temporal vibrations. Should boost stability."
"Genius," he said, smiling. He looked over at her, then down over her swollen belly. Naked, pregnant, and scientifically gifted. She was too good to be true. "I shall subject your work to peer review."
"Thank you, master," she said, as he took her datapad and tapped it. After a moment, he looked past it at her, lifting an eyebrow.
"Cunt?"
She flinched. "Of course, sorry master." She fell to her knees and opened his pants, reaching in to fish out his half-hard penis. Without hesitation she leaned forward and took it into her mouth, working it to full erection with her lips, hands, and tongue.
His hand fell to her head, the other holding the tablet. "Better," he moaned. "This might be your best work yet."