"Marcus! It burns!"
He held her down and continued to punish her as she called out with each blow. The belt stung, her bottom was on fire, and the strokes just kept coming.
"Please just slow down! Please!"
Her entire body felt hot now and her ass was on fire when he moved the belt lower, targeting the crease between her bottom and her legs, marking the tops of her thighs.
"Legs wider and stop clenching," he said, switching to the other side of her.
He released her and she covered her bottom with her hands, trying to knead out the pain. She was crying and began to rise again when he put a hand at her low back, applying just enough pressure to let her know it wasn't yet time for her to rise while rubbing gently at the same time.
He took her hands and brought them to either side of her, tucking them tight to her torso. "You're about halfway, Rachel. You're doing fine but I want you to keep your hands where they are. Can you do that for me?"
"It hurts!" she managed, tucking her arms tightly beneath her chest.
"I know it hurts, baby. You're almost there. Good girl, keep your arms right there," he said, bringing the belt down from the other side of her now.
"Owww!" she called out, crying, jumping up and down but managing somehow to keep her torso over the bed. She turned her face into the comforter and squeezed her eyes shut in anticipation of the next round.
"Tell me why you're being punished," he said, bringing the belt down three more times across her sit spots, the sound deafening in the room, drowned out only by her yelps. This hurt so much more than his hand had; her bottom felt raw and she wished it would just go numb. "Tell me, Rachel and it will be over," he said.
He struck again, this time pausing between strikes, giving her a moment to recover.
"Because I disobeyed … ah!"
"Just after you had been spanked for exactly the same reason just a few nights ago," he filled in. Two more strokes seared into her already burning flesh.
"Yes. Yes. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Please stop. I promise to do what you say next time. Please, Marcus!"
"Five more. Count them."
The pressure of his hand at her low back became more firm. The next stroke caught the backs of her thighs. She sucked in a breath and bent her knees, groaning. "One," she managed. The next one struck just below the last, marking a little lower across her thighs. "Two." She was squeezing her eyes and clenching her fists in anticipation when the next one caught her again on the backs of her legs. She mewled but called out the count: "Three." She wished he would stop but knew she had two more to go.
"Straighten your legs."
She did and glanced back to see him lift his arm. She didn't watch it come down though. "Four!"
The last caught her at the crease between buttocks and thighs, the hardest one yet. "Five!" she called out, her knees buckling beneath her.
Marcus caught her before she fell, hugging her to him as she sobbed into his still bare chest. The belt hung from his hand, caressing her bottom, her thighs, and she pushed just a little tighter into his embrace.
"Shh, it's over," he said, finally dropping the belt to the floor and hugging her to him, cradling the back of her head, rubbing her back.
Her bottom seemed to throb with heat as she lifted her wet face to his. "I'm sorry," she said, searching his face, finding his mouth, reaching to kiss him. "I'm sorry."
He took her face in his hands and kissed her. The passion between them was like nothing she'd felt before. It was chemical, pure heat, and she found herself twining her fingers into his hair, pulling him to her. He held her, one hand gripping her bottom hard.
"Ouch," she flinched as his fingers kneaded her tender, swollen flesh. She reached to unbutton his jeans, his cock hard through the thick material of the pants. She managed to free it, taking it in both her hands, kissing his neck and chest. She wanted to take his cock into her mouth, but he wouldn't allow it.
"No," he said, both hands now gripping her bottom, spreading her open. His fingers traveled to the cleft between her cheeks and one found her bottom hole. "I want this," he said, the fingers of his other hand delving into her pussy, using her juices to lubricate her tighter passage.
Rachel moaned when he found her clit as he pressed against her back hole and he kissed her, his tongue penetrating deep inside her mouth.
"Give it to me," he said, pushing his finger to penetrate the tight ring.
"Yes," she said, her eyes rolling back as he pushed deeper, pinching her clit between his fingers.
He released her and went to the dresser, taking what he had brought into the room with him. It was a small bottle of oil. He smiled and returned to her. She watched while he opened the bottle and poured some onto his hands. She felt jealous when he massaged the length of his cock with the stuff, reaching to help him, wanting it to be her to rub his cock, wanting to feel him, to have him inside her.
"Give me your ass," he said, his eyes dark with arousal now. "Offer it to me."
She looked over to the bed and, stepping over the belt on the floor, she went to it, climbing on top onto her hands and knees. Looking back over her shoulder, she watched him watching her, his eyes on her ass. When he knelt between her legs on the bed, she spread hers wider.
"Face down on the bed," he said.
Her pussy dripped as she brought her face to the mattress and lifted her ass higher, feeling the oil he dripped onto her back, sliding down the cleft between her buttocks. He began massaging it in then, slow circles around her bottom hole that called moans from her, and when his finger slid into her passage, she arched her back, gasping, wanting more.
"Greedy girl," he said, slapping her already red ass once.
"Ow."
His finger penetrated fully and he added a second, pushing deep and pulling out again and again, slowly, patiently stretching her passage to accommodate his cock.
His cock.
She glanced back, worry creasing her forehead. He was huge. How was she going to take him there?
He smiled and rubbed her hip as if he had read her mind. "You'll take it and you'll love it," he said. "You'll be begging me to fuck your ass hard in no time."
As he said it, he pulled his fingers out, gripping her hips and spreading her farther. He lined up his cock with her asshole and pressed.
"I like your ass like this," he said. "All red and welted. That's it, push. Give it to me."
There was pain at first when the thick head penetrated, stretching her wide, too wide for a moment. But he waited there, giving her time to adjust before pushing deeper, and she found herself lifting her hips higher as he took another slow inch then retreated just a little, pressing deeper with the next push.
Rachel closed her eyes. "Mmm … it feels … good," she said, managing the initial pain of every inch he claimed and relishing the strange, new pleasure that came with it.
"Your ass is so tight and hot," he said, digging his fingers into her hips and pushing deeper. "I'm almost all the way in," he said, pulling out and slowly penetrating again. He did this several times before claiming the last inches, and when he was fully seated, he paused for a moment and she relished the feeling of fullness, tightening her muscles around the length of him.
"Fuck me," she said, lifting to him again. She looked over her shoulder to watch him, his eyes so dark now, his focus wholly on her bottom, on his cock as he pulled it out and thrust into her hard. She too wanted to watch, she wanted to watch him fuck her ass, wanted to see herself take his cock, take all of him inside her.
She called out, pain and pleasure mixing, bracing herself on her hands but keeping her hips high, every thrust calling forth another moan from her, more sensation as he fucked her harder and harder. It wasn't a moment later before she called out, orgasm consuming her whole as he stilled inside her, his cock throbbing, pumping inside her, filling her.
Chapter Seventeen
Lance easily broke the lock and entered the lab. It was late, close to one in the morning. He had been hiding in the parking lot, waiting for the last of the professors to vacate the building. That was twenty minutes ago. Now he stood just inside the science offices of the university, closing the door behind him, listening for any sound, but certain he was alone.
He walked to his office, broke that lock as well, and stepped inside. He didn't dare turn on a light but he didn't need one. His vision was so much stronger than it used to be. If he could just get the serum regulated, he thought, glancing down at his left hand which had begun its trembling a few hours earlier. If he could just get it to cure what he needed cured and at least, at the very least, be able to control the change, he could work on the drug. He was remembering more and more what he did when he was trapped in the animal's body. He had little control over it but he was beginning to see through its eyes.