Crystal Cage Rebels 2

Everyone in this story is 18+.

“AH!” My body lurched forward, the force of his thrust catching me off guard. Luckily I’d been busy fucking myself all morning, so his dick slid easily inside without any resistance. The only difference was that he was way bigger than any dildo I’d used in my time on the ship.

“You’re tight, Citrine,” he commented. He placed his hands on my upper asscheeks, pressing down and using me for leverage. I felt him pull out most of the way, then thrust back in.

“Fuck!” I shouted. I couldn’t believe how big he was.

“You like taking dick, don’t you?” he spat. He pulled back, then slammed into my ass again. “I’ve seen the way you work when I do my rounds. The others fuck themselves because it’s their job. There’s more to it with you.”

“Yes,” I breathed. After a few more thrusts, my ass was finally getting used to his size. 

“Yes, what?” he said. He pulled my hair, tipping my head back as he continued to rail me from behind.

“Yes, Sir!” I yelled. The man literally owned my cock, but this took things to a new level. And I was starting to enjoy it. “Harder, Sir!” I found myself saying.

“That’s a good slut,” he said. Prase let go of my hair, then grabbed my hips firmly with both hands. The man yanked me back, pulling me away from his desk and right into his cock.

“Again!” I yelled even louder. This was very quickly becoming much better than my day job.

Behind me, I could hear Captain Prase chuckling to himself. “You’re a desperate one, Citrine. I knew I saw something in you.” He yanked me into him again, squishing my ass against his pelvis. He pushed and pulled me, using me more like a fleshlight than actually fucking me. Somehow that was more degrading than simply taking it up the ass, which in turn made me even hornier. My lockgem glowed bright, generating far more energy than usual.

“Please cum in me,” I begged between poundings.

The captain grunted affirmatively. He continued using my ass, but his snide comments stopped. All I could hear now was his heavy breathing.

“Please, Sir!”

More grunting from behind. The sounds of our bodies meeting filled the room, the claps echoing off the walls and filling my ears.

“I need your cum,” I pleaded. 

He pounded even harder, and then- “Ah, fuck!” Suddenly he pulled me into him, burying his cock as deep as it would go. Prase’s cock exploded inside me, throbbing and pumping his hot load into my ass. It was the most incredible feeling. My gem was blindingly bright, my own dick straining wildly inside, unable to grow in the slightest. Instead I focused on the pleasure Captain Prase’s cock brought, the twitching of my hole and the pulsing of his cock syncing up, sending shivers through my body.

When he was finally done, Prase pulled out and shoved me forward. I collapsed on the desk, feeling strangely satisfied, yet somehow also hornier than ever.

“You’ve got a good ass, Citrine,” he said as he hiked his pants back up.

“Thank you, Sir.”

“This is the beginning of something great, I’d say.” He fasted his buckle, then wiped the front of his coat as he composed himself. “I expect I’ll be getting good use out of you from now on. Wouldn’t you agree?”

“Yes, of course,” I replied eagerly.

“Good. Then if that’s settled, you’d best head back to your station. The others might be wondering where you are. That is, if their brains still work.” He shook his head. “Being horny for so long, most of them don’t know how to do anything other than fuck themselves. That, and drool all over their useless cocks.” He grinned to himself, zipping up his pants. He outstretched his arms, looking clean and orderly in his uniform. “I clean up pretty good, wouldn’t you say?”

My heart sank. Just like that, I was dismissed. And yet… “What about our deal, Sir?”

“Hmm?”

“You said you’d let me out if…” I felt my cheeks turning red. “If I made myself useful…”

Prase’s grin widened. He let out a hearty laugh, evil and mocking, humiliating me even further. “Oh, Citrine… You really thought it would be that easy? This was a test. An interview, if you will. I never intended to let you out today.”

“But-”

“Enough.” He walked over to the back of the room, placing his hand on a solid wood door. “See this? This is where I keep all the gemkeys. Nobody can get in but me. I may not have been clear before, Citrine, so let me spell it out for you: I. own. your. cock. Understood?”

“Yes, Sir,” I muttered.

“Good. I expect this will be a regular thing, you and me. Don’t worry, I’ll make good on my word and let you out. Once you’ve proven you can be consistently useful to me, that is.” He moved back behind the desk where he pulled out his chair and took a seat. “Now get out of here. I’ve got work to do.”

“Right away, Sir.” I turned to go, feeling ashamed, but also incredibly turned on. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all. I did enjoy taking Prase’s fat cock. I wouldn’t mind doing that more often.

I reached for the handle, feeling a bit more optimistic about things. I opened the door and took my first step down the hall, eager to get back to fucking myself.

And then the side of the ship exploded.