After hearing the sounds of a possible fight breaking out, Sasha rushed into the room, her heart pounding as she braced for the worst.
What she found made her freeze in the doorway. Hina was on the floor, wrapped in a trembling shroud of shadow, her eyes wide and unfocused. The Marine's body shook as if caught between two worlds, her mind drowning in the memories Arlo had forced upon her.
Noticing the worried look on his slave, Arlo turned to her and once again patted her head, then gently kissed her lips.
"It's all going as planned," he murmured. "You don't need to worry. Soon you will have another slave sister."
"Yes," Sasha replied happily.
It was around this time that Hina finally opened her eyes and watched Sasha. She was so different now, so happy…
Hina began feeling horny again as she watched Sasha sink to her knees and take Arlo's thick, rigid length into her mouth. The soft, wet sounds filled the room, punctuated by Arlo's low, appreciative groans.
The expression of pure, unadulterated pleasure on his face was undeniably sexy. He didn't have the same expression when Hina was the one sucking him off.
Thinking about it, a hot, sharp twist of jealousy coiled in Hina's stomach.
Wait, what was she thinking? She should be relieved he was ignoring her. This was her chance to slip away, to reclaim some shred of dignity.
But instead of relief, a different heat was building within her, a treacherous, crawling need that made her skin feel too tight. She was feeling hornier and hornier, a desperate ache settling deep in her core.
Before she could even process the decision, her hand had slipped between her own thighs, her fingers pressing against her wet pussy.
She was so lost in the moment, her eyes glued to the obscene sight, that she didn't notice Arlo's gaze shift.
"Well, look at that," his voice cut through the haze, smooth and mocking. "The proud Hina can't even keep her hands to herself while she watches, can she?"
Hina flinched, her face flushing crimson as she tried to snatch her hand away. But it was too late. Arlo gently nudged Sasha aside and closed the distance, his predatory smile widening.
He didn't touch her where she wanted it most, not yet. Instead, his fingers trailed a slow, torturous path up her inner thigh, making her shudder.
"You want to cum, don't you?" he murmured, his breath hot against her ear. His thumb brushed over her clothed clit, a fleeting, maddening pressure that made her hips jerk involuntarily. Just as quickly, he pulled his hand away, leaving her gasping and empty.
He leaned in, his voice dropping to a humiliating whisper. "I'm not going to let you. Not like this. If you want to cum, you're going to have to beg for it."
The heat of humiliation bloomed across Hina's skin, a crimson tide that followed the path of Arlo's mocking gaze.
"On your hands and knees," Arlo commanded, his voice a low, resonant order that brooked no disobedience. "Now."
A fresh wave of shame washed over her, but her desire was too strong to hold off.
With a shuddering breath, she complied, lowering herself to the floor. The position was profoundly submissive; her body arched and presented for his appraisal.
She hated how good it felt.
"Please," she whispered, the word tearing from her throat, raw and humiliating. "Arlo, please."
"Please, what?" he purred, circling her. "You'll have to be more specific. A woman in your position shouldn't expect generosity."
"Please… let me cum," she begged, the confession a defeat she both loathed and craved. "I need it. Fuck me, Master!"
A dark chuckle was his only reply before he was on her.
He entered her in one smooth, devastating thrust, and a choked cry was ripped from Hina's lungs. The sensation was overwhelming.
Then, the rhythm began. It was a ruthless, aggressive fucking just like before.
His hips met hers with a forceful, piston-like drive, each impact jolting through her frame.
Her first climax seized her quickly, a filthy, shuddering wave that left her gasping and weak. For a single, crystalline moment, rationality returned.
A pang of guilt lanced through her, a thought for the Marines she led, for the strong spirit she was supposed to embody.
But the pleasure was too great, and at the moment, her pride was too weak. Her resolve was smashed by Arlo's big cock.
Sex… feels so amazing! The thought, stripped of all propriety, screamed through her mind. His big, hard cock rubs inside me every time he moves…
She was sorry, but she could not resist. The strength was gone.
A searing, open-handed slap landed on her buttock, the sharp crack echoing in the room. The sting bloomed into a strange, pleasurable heat that only fed the fire within her.
"Your ass is just so sexy," Arlo commented.
Hina responded with an exaggerated moan, pushing her hips back against him in invitation. She really was not the same as before.
"If you make too much noise, your subordinates will wake up..." he taunted, his thrusts never faltering.
The threat was a provocation, and it worked. She cried out louder as he drove into her again, the building pressure coiling tight in her belly before snapping into another orgasm, the sixth one.
Her back arched, and a loud, desperate moan tore from her throat.
"You like this, don't you?" he growled, pounding into her before Hina could even begin getting rational again.
In response, her inner muscles fluttered and clenched around his length, milking him instinctively.
"You actually want someone to see what a filthy slut you are, don't you?"
"No... I do-on't!" she tried to muster a protest, protecting the little pride she had left.
He leaned over her, his chest pressed against her sweaty back, his mouth at her ear. "I know what a pervert you are. You get horny with the idea of your men knowing you are owned, because you know you are just my whore!"
The words, so crude and so true, triggered her seventh climax. It was a seismic event that pulled her to the very precipice of her endurance, her vision spotting at the edges.
Yet, even as the tremors wracked her body, a desperate, insatiable hunger remained. She began to move with him, meeting his thrusts.
"What's this?" he mocked, a note of triumphant awe in his voice. "You're not even tryin' to hide it anymore. You really just accepted what you are, didn't you?"
She didn't respond with words, but her body answered for her. A powerful, involuntary contraction gripped his cock, so tight it was almost painful.
Whoa! Arlo gasped, his rhythm stuttering for a beat. Her pussy was really clamping down on him now, rippling and pulsing.
"It really seems to be suckin' on my cock... Do you understand what a filthy bitch you are now?"
A violent tremor wracked her frame. Then another. It was another orgasm.
Two more and she would be his slave forever.
And this time, there was no wave of conscience, no flicker of the woman she had been. There was only the pleasure, vast and annihilating.
Arlo saw it all, the complete and total ruin of Hina's resolve. So he drove even faster inside her needy cunt.
"Please," she begged, the word a broken sob, her voice barely recognizable. "Destroy me, Master!" She could feel the tell-tale tension in his body, the impending eruption.
At that point, she just wanted to be filled, to be claimed completely by his thick, hot release.
With a guttural roar, he obliged, driving into her with a final, ruthless intensity. Hina couldn't hold on any longer. Her world shattered into a supernova of feeling as she convulsed around him, her scream muffled against the floor.
Finally, with a shudder that matched her own, Arlo reached his peak, pouring his seed deep inside her, the hot, pulsing completion sending another, smaller aftershock through her ravaged body.
And Hina fell to the ground, and a system screen explained that after the ninth orgasm, she would need to rest for two hours; after that, it would be possible to force her into her last orgasm to truly claim her.