Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 61469 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 307(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61469 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 307(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
My body moved with desperate need, grinding back against Aksel’s lap in search of more—more pleasure, more understanding, more of everything. I thrust myself shamelessly onto his cock, impaling myself deeper with each movement even as the soreness in my whipped bottom reminded me of my punishment. Behind me, I heard a sound of pure masculine satisfaction from my Herra.
“Yes,” he growled against my ear. “Take what you need, my greedy little bed thrall. Show me how badly you want to understand.”
Through the branches, I began to see not just one future but dozens, hundreds, each one showing a different way Horakovsky might use me. In one thread, I watched him bend me over his desk, his belt whistling through the air before it crashed across my bare bottom while Takken stood frozen in the corner. In another, his massive hands forced me to my knees while he pressed his hardness past my lips, using my mouth with the same casual brutality he showed his concubines.
The visions multiplied, fracturing into endless possibilities. I saw him spreading me wide on his bed, his thick fingers violating my bottom while Mila’s tongue worked between my legs. I watched myself crying out as Katya, wearing a cruel strap-on device that buzzed with mechanical precision, thrust into me from behind while Horakovsky held my head in his lap. Another branch showed me on my hands and knees between Mila’s spread thighs, my tongue learning her taste while Horakovsky took me roughly from behind.
“Oh, God,” I gasped, my consciousness reeling as I tried to process the kaleidoscope of degradation. “There are so many possibilities. Too many threads to count.”
“Tell me what you’re learning,” Aksel commanded, his rhythm never faltering as he continued to claim me with deep, possessive strokes.
“I can see…” I gasped, trying to make sense of the overwhelming cascade of visions. “I can see patterns forming. Not just what he’ll do to me, but how I can guide it. If I say the right things, respond the right way…” My voice broke as the full understanding crashed over me. “I have to become nearly what he wants to see. Not just submit to him, but make him believe he’s almost broken me completely—but not quite.”
Aksel’s hand tightened around my throat, cutting off my air just enough to make stars dance at the edges of my vision. His other hand moved down to grip my pussy possessively, holding me in place as he began thrusting harder, more dominantly, each stroke driving so deep I felt split in two.
“Put your hand behind you,” he commanded, his voice rough with his own arousal. “Two fingers in your røvhul. Now.”
A sob tore from my throat, but my hand was already moving, reaching back between my spread cheeks to find that tender, violated entrance. The soreness from his earlier claiming made me whimper, but I pressed two fingers inside myself as commanded, feeling the strange fullness combined with his cock pounding into my pussy.
“Please,” I wept, though I didn’t know what I was begging for anymore. The complete domination of it—his hand controlling my throat, his grip on my sex, my own fingers violating myself at his command—broke through some new barrier inside me.
The orgasm built like a tsunami, and as it crested, my vision exploded into perfect clarity. I saw exactly what I needed to do, the precise words that would make Horakovsky trust me enough to show me the Arctic base’s security systems. Down every path, the words were the same.
“I’ll have to tell him,” I gasped between waves of pleasure, my consciousness soaring through silver branches while my body convulsed around Aksel’s thickness. “I’ll have to tell him that Takken disgusts me. That I’ve been desperate for a real man to show me my place.”
My fingers pushed deeper into my bottom as Aksel’s thrusts grew more punishing. The dual penetration sent me higher into Yggdrasil’s canopy, and more details crystallized.
“I’ll beg him,” I sobbed, the words spilling out between screams of pleasure. “Beg him to let me prove myself worthy of serving him. Tell him I’ve heard about his special girls, that I’ve been touching myself thinking about what he does to them.”
Aksel growled his approval, his cock swelling inside me. “What else?”
“The security system,” I panted, my vision showing me exactly what I needed. “He’ll want to show off. If I tell him I have a background in systems engineering from university—something Takken never let me pursue—he’ll want to demonstrate his superiority. He’ll show me the controls himself, explain how foolish I am to think I could understand.”
Another orgasm ripped through me, making my fingers flutter in my bottom while my pussy clenched around my Herra’s enormous tól. Through the overwhelming pleasure, I felt Aksel’s rhythm change, becoming more urgent, more primal. His cock swelled impossibly larger inside me, and with a deep grunt against my neck, he buried himself to the hilt. The heat of his release flooded my pussy, pulse after pulse of his seed filling me as his hand loosened on my throat, allowing me to gasp in desperate lungfuls of air.