Finding a Husband pt 4, a short story by alis.barr. Date added: 2012-06-03. Times viewed: 5591.
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- Intro: Anal, SoloF, Voy, Light spanking
- The next few weeks were nothing short of hell for Calina. Her new husband had her under him every night, and she was starting to see the true depths of his depravity. He bent her into painful positions, tied her, gave her to his personal guards...anything to make her cry. On one memorable night he tied her down over a stool with her face pressed flat against the cold stones of the floor while her back arched unnaturally high to present her bare ass to him. She couldn't see much from her vantage on the floor, so the first stinging slap of the flogger on her buttocks was a shock. Calina yelped, automatically starting to struggle, though she knew the ropes were far too tight. He brought the tool down again, and pain bloomed hot over her haunches. She had never been struck in her entire life, and Andre knew it. Over the next hour he worked her ass and thighs with the flogger, until Calina was absolutely miserable. She had learned already that screaming only turned him on more, but muffled sobs escaped from between her teeth, clamped over her bottom lip, and tears trickled steadily down her face.
“Tell me how much you like it.” she heard him prompt, voice coming out raggedly. She could hear him pleasuring himself with one hand while the other lightly tapped the little whip against her spine.
“I- I don't- please!” she choked out, and he lashed her again, making a little cry escape.
“You love it and you know it, little bitch!” he hissed, raining blows down on her already flaming backside. Pain flooded her, tight and cramping in her belly, and she struggled against the tight bonds that held her knees splayed and her hands together behind her back. A tortured groan came from behind her as he stopped again, and abruptly a sticky burst of wetness covered her ass. There was silence for so long that Calina almost thought he'd left her there, but as she tugged at the ropes, he shifted. A knife slipped between her wrists, then freed her torso and legs as well. “You may go.” Andre mumbled, half sagging against the desk at his side. She kept her eyes on the floor as she silently cleaned herself up. The touch of her dress against her raw ass was unbearable, and in a rare moment of pity Andre allowed her to take one of his light silk robes. “Sora will have you naked as soon as you get in anyway.” he said lazily with a dismissive wave of his hand.
Calina made her way carefully to the barracks. Every step caused fire to race up her legs and back, and soon she was biting back tears again. Upon entering the common room, she received several sympathetic looks from the guards and their women alike. Andre had upwards of ten wives, and several of them preferred it in the barracks like Calina did. She waved off an offer to help, looking around for Rayne and Sora.
“Oh, maybe you could help me.” she caught the man as he turned to leave. Brief hope sparked behind his eyes, but his expression remained in a neutral smile. “Have you seen Sora or Rayne?”
“Last I saw, Sora was catching some sleep before his next shift, I do not know where Rayne is.” he replied. She smiled at him in thanks, then hobbled towards the back room.
As she neared the doorway, though, something made her pause. The lantern was lit in their room, casting a sliver of light out into the darkened hall. She stopped at the mostly closed door, hidden by shadows, and peeked in, only to catch her breath. Sora was there alright, and she had found Rayne as well. For a minute she could only see a tangle of sleek flesh, sending a hot throb between her thighs. Then, as her vision adjusted, she saw what was happening. Sora was on top of Rayne, their legs caught up together, sleek bodies fitted against each other as he bit the other man's shoulder. They rocked back and forth in a rhythm she was coming to know quite well, and there was that strange pulse in Calina's sex again as she watched. With a jolt of surprise, she realized the wet feeling, the same as when Sora touched her breasts or was inside her. She quickly looked over her shoulder, then slipped a hand between the silk robe and her skin. Her fingers found her sopping wet pussy, and she started sliding them around her pearl, dipping inside herself every so often. Calina stayed out of sight, watching Sora's hand stroke Rayne's cock as he pounded his ass. Rayne moaned softly in pleasure, a shudder rippling up his spine, and arched against his lover. Sora bit him in response, and Calina swallowed hard. He was never that rough with her, but Rayne seemed to like it. A lot. His cock had grown quite stiff, swelling in Sora's hand to full staff. Calina worked her fingers faster as her excitement increased, and she was on the tip of something very, very good when Rayne looked up. Her eyes locked with his, emeralds gleaming out from the shadow of the hallway, and she felt a jolt go through her. He realized what she was doing, and his mouth parted slightly. Calina still stood frozen in shock, then his lips curved into a suggestive smile, and he purposely looked away again.
“Harder Sora!” he prompted breathlessly. “Fuck me like you mean it!” Sora growled and increased his tempo, while Calina watched from the shadows still. Her fingers picked up their pace again, and in no time she was grinding against her palm eagerly. Watching the two men on the bed was bringing out something she had never felt before. Sora completely dominated Rayne, but the submissive man loved every minute of it. Pleasure flooded through Calina, and she came hard, eyes locked with Rayne's as he spurted into Sora's hand. Coming down gradually from her orgasm, she watched Sora's back arch, shudders rippling down his body. Both of them collapsed forward, still joined, and Sora pressed his face against Rayne's neck, moving his hands up to link their fingers. So even with a male lover he was gentle after he was finished, Calina thought hazily as she corrected her robe. She took a few steps back, then came forward again as noisily as she could muster, reaching out to tap the door lightly.
“Sora! Are you there?” she asked innocently.
“J-just a minute Calina! Wait!” he called frantically, and she stayed in the hallway. The pleasure from her orgasm was starting to wear down, and that meant the crippling pain in her ass and thighs was back. Lovely, she sighed. A minute later the door opened, showing Sora fully dressed with his long blonde braid smoothed out again. “You're back late tonight.” he said, and she shrugged.
“It, ah, took me awhile to get here.” she lied. “He flogged me pretty well.” Her cheeks were still flushed, but Sora automatically assumed it was from pain. His brows creased in a scowl, and he motioned her inside.
“He flogged you! Ugh...I'm sorry love I have to get to my shift, but Rayne can tend you.” he said, kissing her forehead and grabbing his armor to pull on as he walked out.
Rayne stood from where he had been lounging on his rumpled bed, and smirked at her, making her cheeks burn even hotter.
“I don't think there is a word for how embarrassed I am.” she blurted out. “I- I didn't mean to- that was private.”
“Did I look like it bothered me?” he replied in amusement. He caught her hand, and brought her fingers up to suck them clean of the taste of her pussy. Calina felt that funny jolt in her sex again as his tongue laved the skin of her fingers, and shifted a little. “Personally I found it arousing. But I wouldn't necessarily mention it to Sora, if I were you.”
“Our secret then.” she agreed in relief, and he smiled, nodding.
“Now, what has Andre done with you?” She blushed again, and looked away. She figured that he wasn't interested in women, but the shreds of her dignity kept her from feeling completely comfortable letting him look at her naked. Calina shut the door firmly, then turned away, dropping the silk robe. He drew a hissing breath as he saw the angry red welts covering her buttocks and thighs, brightly contrasting her pale skin, and she jumped when she felt his hands on her. Rayne lightly brushed his fingertips over the marks, then he straightened and motioned to Sora's bed, still neatly made. “Lie down, I have some cream here somewhere that will soothe those.” Calina lay on her belly, and pulled the pillow down to cushion her head. A minute later Rayne sat on the bed beside her, a small jar in his hands, and began smoothing a thick blue cream over her welted ass. True to her previous assumption, there was little interest as he looked at her naked form.
“Can I ask you a question?” she asked, and he nodded. “Does it...doesn't it hurt when he's so rough with you?”
Rayne chuckled, and replied “I assume he's probably very careful with you, yeah? He'd damn well better be. Anyway, no, I like it. It's the way Sora is.”
“Do you like women at all?” He let out another bark of laughter, and she blushed, muttering an apology for her bluntness.
“Yes. Well, a little. As an obvious example, you and I right now. You're very pretty, and I like to look at you, but I’m satisfied with what Sora gives me so I have no further interest in you.” he explained, fingers moving deftly over her thighs. “Besides that I value you too much as a friend to try anything inappropriate.”
“Not to mention what Sora would do to you.” she mumbled, and he laughed. “He's very protective isn't he?”
“In his own way.” Rayne nodded, standing. He found a light cloth to cover her so she wouldn't make a mess with the cream, then stretched out on the bed beside her. Calina snuggled into his side with a contented sigh, and he traced light designs on her bare back. There was something oddly comforting about Rayne that she hadn't found anywhere else in the weeks she'd been at the Keep. “Andre fucked him over pretty well when he first bought Sora. I think taking care of you heals him a little, on the inside.” Calina nodded, thinking about her next question seriously.
“Rayne. What happened to his wife?” she asked, and felt his fingers pause.
“You will have to ask him that.” he murmured, kissing her temple. “I'm sorry but that's a very private wound.”
“I thought you might say that.” she nodded with a faint smile. “I'm going to sleep a little, okay?” He nodded, shifting so she was more comfortable against him and stroking her hair and back until she fell asleep.
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