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Master Jensen withdrew his fingers from her ass, then pulled her butt cheek to the side.
The tip of the plug centered on her anus and Anna clenched. She couldn’t help it. The plug was too big, too heavy, too scary.
“Relax or I will force it in.”
“I—I can’t,” she whimpered.
“You have until the count of five. This can be very painful, or simply uncomfortable. The choice is yours, but this plug is going up
your ass. One.”
Anna took a shuttered breath. The churning mixture of arousal, fear and submission made it hard to think.
“Two.”
The part of her that enjoyed masochism wanted to stay clenched, to feel the force and power of him as he bowed her to his will.
“Three.”
Her submissive part wanted to relax and let the plug slide in, stretching and filling her.
“Four.”
Anna took a deep breath, released it, and relaxed. She was, above all, a good—if not always completely obedient—submissive.
If her Master wanted the plug inside her, she would submit; she would do what she could to give him what he wanted, to accept
his dominance with grace—and she would trust that he knew her well enough that he would give her that pain she craved when
it pleased him to do so.
“Good girl.”
The plug pressed in. There was barely any tapering. It almost felt as if he were trying to shove something flat into her. Anna took
deep, slow breaths, struggling to relax. Jensen pulled the plug back, then pressed it against her again. This time her body gave,
yielding to the heavy, hard thing. Her anus stretched, past the point of comfort. Anna cried out.
“Almost there,” he soothed. “Take this for me, my Anna. Yes, that’s a good girl.”
“It’s so big.”

“I know. I want you stretched.”
It slid in deeper, opening her further and Anna dropped her head, tears stinging her eyes. Jensen’s other hand was firm on her
back, holding her down as he focused on her exposed and abused ass.
“A little more,” he soothed, his thumb rubbing the stretched ring of muscle. He shoved and Anna screamed.
“That’s it,” he whispered. “This is the widest part. I’m going to hold it here. I want you to accept it. Feel how stretched you are.”
“Y-yes, M-master.”
Anna’s anus tightened around the plug, clenching the massive thing. She cried out at the pain, at the invasion...and cream
flooded her sex.
“Do you like it when I hurt you like this?”
Anna raised her head, met Master Jensen’s gaze in the mirror. They both knew the answer, but she said it anyway. “Yes.”
“Don’t look away.” With their eyes locked, Jensen pushed, the plug sliding all the way in, her body clenching around the neck.
Compared to a moment ago, the neck was much smaller, but by no means small. There was no way for her to ignore how she
was being stretched.
Jensen’s fingers slipped into her pussy. “You’re tight.”
“Your fingers feel big. Really big.”
He stroked her spine. “Finger. That’s only one finger.”
“One finger?”
He laughed at her shock. “I was going to fuck you, just enough to take the edge off.” He leaned against her, letting her feel the
long, hard length of his cock. “But I don’t think I’ll fit.”
“You’ll fit.” Anna had no idea if that was true, but she wanted his cock in her, no matter the cost.
“I’ll fit somewhere,” he said darkly.

He circled the horse, showing her the crop he’d picked up off the floor. Laying it across her back, he undid his pants. Anna could
have cheered. He was, unsurprisingly, underwear-less. His cock was long and thick. The tip was glistening, the foreskin pulled
back to show the delicate mushroom head. She knew his cock almost as well as she knew her own body.
Anna wiggled off the horse, groaning as the plug pressed against her. She couldn’t wait to drop to her knees and take him into
her mouth.
Crack.
The crop struck her left breast, beside the nipple. Anna jumped, nearly falling due to her arms being behind her back.
“Back over the horse. I didn’t give you permission to move.”
Anna scrambled to obey, the harsh, angry tone one she rarely heard from him.
“I’m sorry, Master. I’m sorry.”
He grabbed a fistful of her hair, jerking her head up. His cock was there, the tip brushing her cheek. “Open.”
Anna opened her mouth, neck straining. He pushed his cock in, the head rubbing over her tongue and the roof of her mouth. She
wasn’t used to sucking him in this position and she gagged and sputtered, spit leaking from the corner of her lips.
He pulled out then thrust in again. There was nothing elegant or skilled about this oral sex. He was using her, fucking her mouth.
She drew in a breath as he pulled back, exhaling just as he thrust in.
“Good girl.” His tone was still rough. “I expect you to take my cock, even if the position is uncomfortable.”
There was nothing she could do but to accept the long, thick column of his dick as it pressed into her mouth.
“Lift your feet off the floor.”
Anna struggled to understand. That was all she had to balance.
“Lift them.” The crop lashed against her already-spanked ass.
Her submissive nature took over and she lifted her toes, bending her legs until her heels touched her butt. Now she was
balanced on her stomach. The horse was plenty wide enough to support her, but she didn’t feel steady or secure. It felt like she

was balanced on a wire, the only thing holding her up his grip on her hair and his cock in her mouth.
He bent his knees, adjusting the angle. Anna closed her eyes and gave herself over to her master, trusting him, submitting to
him. She was his, he was hers. He continued to fuck her mouth, and as soon as she stopped worrying, her arousal returned with
a vengeance. This was what she wanted—for him to use and fuck her. To have all control stripped away, to have every part of
her touched, whether it be by pain or by pleasure.
The crop struck her ass, a much gentler swat than before. It was a quick sting followed by pleasant heat.
Tap, tap, tap. The crop worked the cheeks of her ass as he held her hair and fucked her. She knew he was about to come—
could feel it in the way his cock twitched, hear it in his rapid breathing. The knowledge that she was going to make him come
made her pussy and ass clench, the plug stretching that sensitive entrance to her body.
“Anna.” He breathed her name. It sounded like a prayer when he said it.
She worked her tongue along the underside of his cock. Swallowed the head when he thrust in deep. In the next moment, he
was coming against her tongue. Anna cradled the head of his cock with her lips as he groaned.
Releasing her hair, he cupped her shoulders. She held his cock in her mouth, knowing he was too sensitive just after orgasm to
enjoy stimulation. Her thighs were trembling from holding her legs bent up, her shoulders ached from the pressure of the arm
binder, her belly hurt from lying over the horse, and her ass ached from the beating and the heavy plug that was still inside her.
Jensen pulled back, his semi-erect cock slipping from her mouth. She swallowed.
“You may put your feet down.”
She lowered them gratefully, adjusting her position on the horse and rolling her stiff neck. She could taste him on her tongue and
she throbbed with the need to have him inside her.
He touched the plug and she jumped. Next, his fingers dipped into her pussy, stroking the swollen, aching lips of her sex.
“How close are you?” he asked.
“Very close, Master.”
“I think it’s time my pretty sub came.”