“Don’t want to hurt you!” he growled.
“But I need you to hurt me!” Cassie argued. “Please!”
“We would listen to her if we were you, Kindred,” Gozeriam said from behind them. “A weak fucking will kill your partner as certainly as no fucking at all.”
Indeed, he seemed to be right. Cassie felt the world fading again, and things were beginning to get blurry around the edges. Her head tilted forward to rest helplessly on Stone’s broad shoulder.
“Cassandra?” He lifted her chin and peered anxiously into her face. “Cassandra are you well?”
“She won’t be unless you fuck her.” The Beast sounded like he was laughing.
“Please,” Cassie whispered, looking at her partner, who was fading from her sight. “Please, Stone…hurt me. You have to…have to hurt me to…to save me.”
A low noise filled with agony and fury came from Stone’s broad chest. Then his grip on her hips tightened—bearing down so hard Cassie was certain she’d have ten finger-shaped bruises there tomorrow—if she lived to see tomorrow, that was, she thought dimly. He pulled almost all the way out of her again and then slammed back in, delivering a harsh blow that woke her with a wave of pleasure-pain she had never experienced before.
“Master!” Cassie gasped, the word springing naturally to her lips in response to his rough treatment. “Yes, please, Master—take me, own me, fuck me!”
Stone said not a word but he continued his deep, punishing thrusts, filling her as hard and fast as a jackhammer and with, apparently, just as much joy. There was no love or tenderness or desire on his face, as Cassie had seen when he went down on her in their previous vid. There was only grim concentration, like a man doing a task he desperately doesn’t want to do, but cannot stop doing until it is done.
Cassie gasped and writhed helplessly with every deep thrust. She felt battered inside—bruised and roughly used—but the black hole inside her still demanded more…more…more.
Suddenly, she knew what she needed.
“Master,” she begged him, completely lost in the need that threatened to eat her from the inside out. “Master, come in me! I need you filling me—filling me with your seed!”
She was so close. She knew if she could feel Stone filling her with his come, she would come too. And then maybe the black hole inside her would finally close…
Somewhere inside her head a little voice was whispering that this was a bad idea—that she would regret it. But Cassie didn’t listen—couldn’t afford to listen. She still had the black hole inside her which demanded to be fed. And Stone was the only one who could feed it—feed it with his seed.
“Please,” she begged again. “Come in me, Master—fill me up!”
Stone’s face contorted with a mixture of lust and self-disgust.
“I do not want to, but I cannot help it,” he growled hoarsely. “Get ready, Cassandra—I’m going to fill you.”
Cassie moaned with need and agreement and tried to open herself even wider for her partner…her lover…her Master. Finally she had found a man she could submit to and she never wanted the submission to end!
With a low roar, Stone gripped her hips even harder and plunged his thick cock to the hilt inside her. The broad, plum-shaped head of his shaft jammed harshly against the mouth of her womb in a rough kiss and then something hot and wet began pumping into her.
“Yes!” Cassie gasped. This was what she needed, she realized. The feeling of his hot seed…his burning seed…his scalding seed…
Suddenly she realized that it wasn’t just hot—it was scorching. Her pleasure turned abruptly to agony and she began to shriek and writhe helplessly.
“Stop it, Stone—please! It burns! It burns!”
Fifty-Five
Stone watched in horror as his partner went from pleasure to agony in a split second. Cassandra, deeply impaled on his shaft, writhed in anguish and screamed that she was burning…burning…
The Amaryllis Fatalis, he realized, feeling sick. That was what they injected her with!
He supposed he should have guessed it sooner, but he had been too distracted with the horror of having to use her this way—and use her so roughly at that. But at least, before, she had been enjoying the rough treatment, even though Stone didn’t enjoy giving it to her. Now she was in severe pain and it was all his fault.
Horrified, he ripped himself out of her and yanked up his trousers.
“Cassandra?” he gasped, taking her face in his hands. “Cassandra, please—please…”
“Do not worry, Kindred.” Gozeriam’s voice sounded like he was laughing again. “Your ‘Mistress’ will feel better as soon as we put her out of her misery.”
As he spoke, Stone saw a movement from the corner of his eye and realized it was The Beast pointing a blaster at Cassandra’s head.
“No!” At last, the Rage he had been fighting from the moment he walked in and saw his partner strapped to the silver fucking-frame overtook him. A red curtain fell over his eyes and the next thing he knew, Stone had whirled around and was ripping at the other male’s throat with his fangs.
He barely got in a bite, though, before The Beast writhed backwards and changed shape before his eyes, becoming something much shorter and smaller so that Stone’s second bite missed, his teeth clicking on empty air.
He did, however, manage to grab the blaster. He shot low, hitting the Imposter directly in the middle of his mass of writhing tissue just as he was shifting to another shape.
The Beast let out a high, ululating scream and collapsed on the stage in a heap of unidentifiable flesh.
One down, but Stone wasn’t nearly done yet. Turning, he pointed the blaster at Gozeriam—only to see that the slug-like Slimerian was laughing at him. His coterie of female guards stood alertly around him, their long silver spears held at the ready, but none of them moved to try and stop Stone from shooting.
“Go on,” the Slimerian roared, still making his mud-sucking laughter. “Shoot me, Kindred. See how well it works for you.”
Enraged, Stone pointed the blaster and shot a full-force blast—only to see it bounce off the thick layer of slime that covered his enemy.
“Did you think our slime was only for pleasure purposes?” Gozeriam burbled. “It is our armor! No weapon can penetrate it—not laser or metal or fire. We are invulnerable and now you will be dead! You and your partner shall die and we will record it all and pleasure ourselves to it afterwards!”
As he spoke, the female guards began advancing on Stone. He froze, the Rage leaving him abruptly. He could not hurt females. And behind him, he heard the sounds of more guards coming. Soon he would be surrounded. He needed to get Cassandra down from the round silver frame but how could he, if he was fending off Gozeriam’s guards?
As he stood there, momentarily frozen by indecision, he suddenly heard a strong, feminine voice speaking to him.
“The slug is not so invulnerable as he thinks, Warrior,” the voice told him. “You will find what you need to defeat him and end his evil in your own back pocket.”
“Goddess?” Stone asked hoarsely. He could think of no one else who could have spoken with such power. But there was no answer and he had no more time to wonder—he had to act on what the Goddess had said or die.