Page 10 of Serving Her Sentence
Now she was holding onto the table because there was literally nothing else she could do except hold on and take it exactly the way he'd told her to.
She was so full when he plunged in, but that uncomfortable sensation was nothing compared to when his cock dragged out of her, which made her channel feel intensely raw. She was crying, whining, gasping, and whimpering, but none had any effect on her master's enjoyment unless it was spurring him to fuck her poor ass harder.
Drowning in sensation, even the table barely provided a life raft as her body finally adjusted. Not that it felt good, but at least it didn't hurt quite so much. Of course, once she was able to relax, his cock moved easier inside her, and he began to fuck her ass even harder than he had before.
Still, with her body aroused as it had been before he'd begun to stretch open her rear entrance, despite—or maybe because of—his rough use of her asshole, Noelle began to feel the stirrings of orgasm again. Deeper inside of her. Fuller. More devastating.
No... I can't... please...
It would be too humiliating, yet her body ached for the climax, which had been so elusive. Slowly, her cries were less pained, more ambiguous as her body sought its own pleasure, her clit throbbing and her body tingling.
She writhed on his cock, her ass clenching down around the thick, plundering shaft, her pussy spasming emptily as he pounded into her. He grew harder, making him even thicker inside of her. She bucked beneath him helplessly, so close to her own orgasm, yet not close enough.
“Fuck!” he shouted, then slammed into her, burying himself completely in her ass.
Shuddering, she tingled all over as hot liquid sprayed her insides, his cock throbbing as her ass was filled with his cum. Her toes curled, and her bruised hips rocked against the hardness of the table as she tried for the orgasm that had—once again—been denied her. She'd been so close...
She whimpered in disappointment as his cock finished throbbing inside of her. The weight of his body was pressed against her, hunched over her, and she could hear him panting. As his breathing slowed and his cock softened, Noelle had to bite back the urge to beg him for an orgasm.
A moment later, he straightened, pullinghis cock from her body, leaving her hole gaping, the edges pink and swollen from the unaccustomed activity.
Noelle let out a high whine but didn't protest as the plug was pushed back into her sore anus. It felt so much smaller than his cock, but it did the job, plugging up his cum into her swollen, ravaged channel. A firm hand patted her ass. Not gently, but not too painfully.
“Now you know what to expect from me,” he said. “It won't get any easier.”
Without another word, her master strode away. She heard the door open and close—suddenly remembering Nurse Stacey was going to come back to ask Noelle one last time if she'd like to change her mind about her sentence. It would be her last chance to change her mind and take prison over sexual service.
Noelle would only have a moment or two alone, at best.
Almost frantically, she pushed herself up on one forearm, her other hand shoving between her thighs into her wetness. She moaned in depraved satisfaction, her sore ass clenching around the plug as she rubbed her swollen clit, hard and fast. Her orgasm swelled, and she heard the door open again, but she didn't care. She was already over the edge.
She gasped, crying out in ecstasy as the whirring sound of the drones hovered around her. Her pussy throbbed against her fingers, her legs and braced arm shaking with the intensity of her orgasm. It ripped through her in waves, making her clench around the plug, her legs shaking to hold her up as the hot bliss filled her and shook her down to her very foundations.
It was the most intense orgasm of her life.
When she finally descended from the high, her movements slowing, the roaring in her ears settling, she lifted her head to see Nurse Stacey's bemused expression. Flushing again, Noelle couldn't quite meet the woman's eyes as she straightened up, her pussy juices sticky on her fingers, making her feel like a naughty child.
“Noelle White, this is your last chance to determine if you would like to take the option of conventional imprisonment for your sentence,” the woman said, although her tone made it clear she thought it was unlikely Noelle would change her mind at this point.
As loathe as Noelle was to admit it, the woman was correct. Mr. Alver, Damian, had been rough, even brutal, but…
One year. I can do this for one year.
She might even enjoy parts of it, even if she didn’t understand why she did.
“I need a verbal verification, Miss White,” the woman said. “Would you like to change your sentence?”
“No,” Noelle said quietly, but it was enough.
“Very well. Come with me.” The woman turned, gesturing over her shoulder for Noelle to follow.
4
After being processed, her clothes were returned to her in a small bag, and Noelle received a collar around her neck to mark her special status. For the next year, everyone would know she was a slave. If she tried to run away, her collar would be scanned by the police, her sentence would be commuted, she'd be sent to jail, and all the money from her auction would go to the government instead of to her upon release.
By the same token, she could walk down the street completely naked and expect to be ignored by the average citizen as soon as her collar was seen. They would just assume she was doing something she'd been told to do, and anyone who harassed or attempted to interfere with her would themselves be subject to a hefty fine—the fine itself was done on a sliding scale according to income to deter all possible perpetrators despite their financial wealth.
She was led, naked and humiliated, out to the street where a limo awaited her.