Page 84 of Journey to the Forbidden Zone
Her finger began to move faster, thrusting deeper, and Carmen couldn’t have stayed quiet if she’d tried. Moans and gasps and broken pleas spilled from her lips, echoing in the engineering bay. The dual sensation of Mila’s hand in her hair, controlling her, and Mila’s finger inside her, fucking her, overwhelmed her.
“That’s it,” Mila praised, her voice rough with her own arousal. “Such pretty sounds. Such a good girl, taking what I give you.”
A second finger joined the first, stretching Carmen wider. She gasped, her body adjusting to the fuller sensation, the increased breadth making her thighs tremble.
“More,” Carmen begged, pushing back against Mila’s hand. “Please, Mila, more.”
Mila’s fingers drove deeper, faster, the angle perfect in this position. Carmen’s vision whited out at the edges.
“You’re going to cum for me,” Mila growled. “You’re going to cum hard, screaming my name, and everyone on this ship is going to know that you’re mine. That I own you.”
“Yes!” Carmen sobbed. “Yes, yours. I’m yours.”
The orgasm built like a wave gathering force, inevitable, unstoppable. Carmen could feel it cresting, right there, just one more thrust?—
But Mila withdrew her fingers completely. Carmen wailed in frustration, her body clenching around nothing, the denial so acute it was almost painful.
“Not yet,” Mila said, her voice dark with satisfaction. “Get on your hands and knees. Now.”
Carmen’s legs were shaking so badly she nearly collapsed as she lowered herself to the deck plating. The metal was cold and hard beneath her palms and knees, unforgiving. Her pantswere still tangled around her ankles, restricting her movement, keeping her legs from spreading as wide as she wanted. She felt debased, desperate.
Free.
Mila moved behind her, one hand returning to Carmen’s hair, fisting it, pulling her head back. The other hand slid between her legs again, two fingers plunging back inside without warning or mercy.
“This is what you need,” Mila growled, her breath hot against Carmen’s ear as she leaned over her. “To be taken. Used. Fucked like the desperate little thing you are. No control. No decisions. Just my hand on your pussy and my voice in your ear telling you when you’re allowed to cum.”
Carmen could only moan in response, her mind fracturing under the onslaught of sensation. Mila’s fingers pistoned faster, harder, the angle deeper in this position. The grip in her hair kept her head pulled back, her spine arched, completely at Mila’s mercy.
“Touch yourself,” Mila commanded. “Show me how desperate you are.”
Carmen’s hand flew between her legs, fingers finding her swollen clitoris, rubbing frantic circles. The dual stimulation – her own fingers and Mila’s – pushed her closer to the edge with terrifying speed. The coil in her belly wound tighter and tighter, her thighs trembling, her breath coming in sobbing gasps.
“Please,” Carmen begged, tears streaming down her face from the intensity. “Please, Mila, please let me cum. I can’t … I need….”
“That’s it,” Mila purred. “Right there. Feel it building. Feel how close you are.”
Carmen balanced on the knife’s edge, every muscle pulled taut, her core clenching rhythmically around Mila’s fingers. Just a little more, just a few more seconds …
Mila stopped. Her fingers stilled completely, buried deep but not moving.
“NO!” Carmen screamed, her whole body shaking with the denial. “Please, God, please.”
“Not yet,” Mila said, and there was steel beneath the silk of her voice. “You cum when I say. Not before. Do you understand?”
Carmen sobbed, her body quaking with desperate, unfulfilled need. She’d never felt anything like this – denied twice now, wound so tight she thought she might shatter.
“Yes,” she gasped. “Yes, I understand.”
“Good girl.” Mila’s fingers began to move again, slow and deliberate. “Now we’ll see how much you can take.”
She built Carmen up again, methodical and relentless. Her fingers drove deep, curling to hit that sweet spot with every thrust, her other hand keeping Carmen’s head pulled back, controlling her completely.
The orgasm built again, faster this time, more intense. Carmen’s whole body was a livewire, every nerve ending screaming. She was right at the edge, teetering, about to fall.
“Now I’m going to fill you properly,” Mila growled. “I’m going to stretch you wide and fuck you until you break.”
Carmen felt a third finger pressing against her entrance alongside the other two. Panic flared. No, that was too much, she was too restricted by the pants, she couldn’t open enough….