Jason Cannon - Marcy in heat

Marcy couldn't believe that he actually meant to do it. And what in the world, she thought, was all this crap about obedience?

Jason reached around and clasped her breasts. Feeling his hands on her tits aroused her and distracted her a bit from his pressing against her anus. As he worked on her breasts, his hard penis moved forward against her hole until she felt a sharp pain. He was actually spreading her asshole open!

She could feel his body tensing as he strained harder. Suddenly the pain was excruciating. His cockhead had popped through her sphincter muscle. When she tightened her anus she could feel his thick round prick inside her. She could also feel his perspiration dripping on her shoulder and hear his excited breathing. Slowly he showed the long, swollen length of his hardened rod into her ass. She could feel it as it moved deeper into her. The pain was intense.

"Oh, Jason, stop! It buns so much!"

"Quiet!"

He began pumping into her, pulling his cock out to the head, which he was careful not to let slip out, and then sliding it back in.

She wanted him to stop. It hurt and was the weirdest feeling she had ever experienced. When he began increasing his tempo and pumping harder, it hurt more than ever, and she couldn't help but emit little sounds of pain. But it seemed as though Jason was in his own world, oblivious to her discomfort. He was groaning into her ear and his whole body was shaking.

As he slid his cock in and out of her, she lifted her ass to meet his driving organ. She wanted to make him come and end the torture he was inflicting on her body. Also, the thought entered her mind that he was now more excited than before, when he had fucked her cunt. Then he had been like a machine, instead of a lover. That thought jolted her.

"That's it! That's it!" he said. "It feels good, doesn't it? Fuck back! Fuck back! Fuck back on my hot cock! That's it! Ohhhhhh!"

Jason took her buttocks in his hands and moved her back and forth so that her body was moving as fast as his.

He filled her completely from the rear, jamming his huge organ into her, ripping at her tender flesh and filling her belly with his cream. Her face was jammed into the mattress until she could hardly breathe. That, plus the intense pain coupled to cause a crazy whining sensation in her brain.

Just before she passed out, she felt his weight lift from her body and his words as he opened the door: "You will obey… like all the others. Marcy, you will obey!"

The next morning Marcy felt used and worn out, but her spirits were lifted when Beth brought her some clothes and told her that she was well enough to leave her bed.

Norma joined them and they made a tour of the whole camp. Marcy was amazed. It was like a city, complete within itself, clear out in the desert. Beth explained that they had over, fifty brothers and sisters, and more coming all the time.

"But I don't understand," Marcy said. "How do you live?"

"Under Jason's guidance. We grow much of our own crops, and then, of course, there are those of us who were very wealthy when we came here. All our previous wealth is given to Jason. He is brilliant. He makes good investments that help support us."

"And then there are the gifts," Norma added.

"Gifts… you mean, people give you money?" Marcy asked, dumbfounded.

"Oh yes," Norma continued. "There are people who love sex and who believe as we do, but they haven't the courage to leave the outside world. They can only came here and enjoy our freedom now and then."

"And when they do, they leave gifts for us with Jason," Beth said.

"You mean they come here and get fucked when they get the urge?" Marcy said.

"No! It's not like that at nil. We all give our bodies," Norma said, a dreamy light in her eyes.

"And Jason collects the money," Marcy said. "You know, that's little more than prostitution."

Beth's arm whipped out like a striking snake and slapped Marcy across the face. "That's a lie!"

"How do you figure?" said Marcy, her own anger rising. "If some ugly, fat slob comes up here for a weekend and Jason tells you to fuck him… don't tell me you do it."

"Of course I do it," Beth replied, her face crimson. "I obey… it's the only way to freedom from the outside."

"Well, I'm not fucking anybody I don't feel like fucking," Marcy said. "That's not the kind of freedom I'm looking for."

"You will learn," Beth replied.

Three more days and nights went by. Jason didn't come back to her room again, and neither did Beth or Norma.

And then, on the evening of the fourth day, Beth came for her. She carried a habit much like her own, but without the hood or the black collar.

"Put this on!"

"What for?" Marcy said.

"Because I told you to… you must learn to obey, Marcy, if you expect to be one of us and enjoy the freedom we enjoy."

To avoid a useless philosophical argument, Marcy put the garment on and followed the other girl to the "great hall". It turned out to be the dining room, with all the tables removed and the benches lined up on the sides.

Jason was sitting at the end of the room like some kind of king on a throne. He motioned Marcy forward. What a pompous ass, she thought as she walked to the end of the room and stood defiantly in front of him.

"The rules of our order have been explained to you, Marcy. Are you ready to obey?"

"To join our order you must obey. Do I understand that you don't want to become one of us?"

"That's right. What will you do… keep me a prisoner?"

"Of course not," Jason replied. "We'll return you to the outside if you wish to go, but before you make your decision, let me show you someone who, six months ago, left us, and came back."

Jason looked around the room until his eyes suddenly stopped on a girl Marcy knew only as Terry. She had seen her at meals and wandering the pounds now and then. She looked forlorn most of the time and Marcy had equated her demeanor with that of a whipped does.

"Tony," Jason said, his voice leveled in command. "Get up on that table!"

Marcy watched the girl hesitate for a moment it looked like she was sending out an appeal to Jason not to force her to do what he was commanding. He repeated the command.

She stepped on a chair and on up to the table. She was a petite, curvaceous redhead who wore jeans and a fluffy sweater that buttoned down the front.

"That's good," said Jason. "Now you will obey, Terry."

Marcy thought she saw a glint of life, a flash of rage in the girl's eyes. She sensed that Terry knew perfectly well that she was being used by Jason for a purpose having nothing to do with her.

Terry swiveled her head towards Marcy with a look that bordered on burning hatred. Then she seemed to make up her mind. She faced Jason again, with her legs slightly spread and her hands on her hips.

Marcy had no idea what was going to happen, but she sensed, from the expectant hush in the room, that it wasn't going to be pleasant.

"Good… good," Jason said with a smile, "even though you took too long to make up your mind, Terry. Now strip! We want to show Marcy how things are done around here."

Terry was obviously seething with humiliation and anger. Her hands trembled as her fingers slowly found the buttons on her jeans. It was clear to everyone that her mind was battling with her body. The fingers paused and then, without a word of protest, she obeyed.

She was wearing very little to begin with, so it didn't take a great deal of time to shed her clothing.

Kicking off her sandals, she slid the slacks down over her full, bronzed thighs, revealing a pair of sexy black panties, and then stepped out of the dungarees casually, kicking them carelessly onto the floor. Then she carefully and deliberately began to undo the buttons on her sweater, her eyes straight ahead.