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property, and now that I own you, I’ll own your pride.”
    He slid in slow, while he talked, and I shuddered as he bit the back of my neck. It was as if my life were complete, his cock in my cunt and his teeth at the base of my skull, tugging the skin.
    He slid out and back in, and I groaned as he filled me so completely, stretching me with just the right amount of pain. I reached my hand down to play with my clit, but he stood and slapped the side of my ass, hard .
    “You’ll ask permission before pleasuring yourself while I use you, Jessica.”
    My hand moved back up and I begged, “ Please , Master, may I play with my clit?”
    The words came out easily. If you’d told me yesterday those words would’ve ever left my mouth, I’d have laughed at you. Or punched you in the face, depending on my mood.
    “Not yet, my little bitch.”
    He moved faster, and my body was pushed forwards and pulled backwards with every thrust. As I was approaching an orgasm even with nothing pressing my clit, the spines on his cock came out, and I fought and twisted, trying to get away, but he held me down as he pounded me now, slicing and cutting me inside with every thrust, his hands bruising me where they held me, preventing my escape. The spines and barbs on his cock were more intense than any I’d ever felt before, and somehow, I knew this was part of the punishment, yet another way to tear me down and make me his.
    My screams were once again frantic, full of pain, and I heard myself begging for respite, though I knew it wouldn’t be given.
    And yet, when he ordered me to play with myself, I came around his barbed cock, my spasms causing even more pain, but the orgasm kept going until I couldn’t tell the difference between the pain and the pleasure — I could only scream about it as tears streaked down my face once again, and my climax threatened to break me in ways the belting never could’ve.
    I hadn’t been fully broken when I kissed his feet downstairs. Now I was, and the tears came faster as the realization hit me.
    I don’t know if he knew why I was crying. It’s possible he thought it was pain from the spines on his cock, though I have a feeling not much gets by him, and he knew exactly when he finally broke me, completely .
    Normally, when the pressure builds enough for a lion’s spines to come out, he only has another one to three dozen thrusts before he gets off, and it’s over.
    The rules are different for the Amakhosi, though, as he’d explained earlier. He’s in total control of everything, and his punishing barbed spines were out as he fucked me through four painful orgasms before he finally came, his ejaculate burning and scalding my raw vaginal walls, creating even more fire inside, and my vocal cords shifted just long enough for me to roar through my final orgasm.
    His roar was louder, and I cowered on the bed before him, but he leaned down, kissed my cheek, and then situated me comfortably on my side before spooning behind me. I could smell my blood, and a lot of it, but he wouldn’t let me sit up and look.
    “If the sheets and blanket have sentimental value, let me know and I’ll go throw them in the washing machine. Otherwise, I’ll buy you new and we’ll just throw these away.”
    I shook my head. “Not sentimental about my sheets. The blanket’s expensive though, so it’s up to you.”
    He chuckled. “If it costs less than a thousand dollars, I’m not getting up.”
    “But, you would’ve if it meant something to me?”
    He kissed my cheek, in answer. “Sleep while you can. I’ll want you again in an hour. Maybe less.”
     

Chapter Four
     
     
     
    Lionesses can take a lot of damage, and as the night progressed, he showed me just how much I could take.
    When my alarm went off the next morning, I groaned as I shut it off and sat on the side of the bed.
    “You are going to allow me to work today, aren’t you, Master? If this crew tried to work without supervision, they’d cost me more