Page 85 of Journey to the Forbidden Zone

“Mila, I can’t. The pants, I can’t spread?—”

“You’ll take it,” Mila said, her voice absolute. “Trust me.”

She pushed, and Carmen felt the stretch, the burn, but she couldn’t open wide enough. A whimper of fear escaped her throat.

Then Mila’s hand left Carmen’s hair. She pressed on the back of Carmen’s head, forcing it down, down, until Carmen’s cheek was pressed against the cold deck plating. The positionlifted Carmen’s hips higher, changed the angle completely, and suddenly there was space.

The third finger pushed inside.

Carmen screamed. The stretch was intense, almost too much, walking the razor’s edge between pleasure and pain. She felt utterly filled, utterly claimed, split open and vulnerable. Her hands scrabbled against the deck, seeking purchase, finding none. She was completely at Mila’s mercy, face pressed to the floor, ass in the air, unable to escape, unable to control anything.

And it was perfect.

“There you go,” Mila praised, her voice rough with arousal. “Taking all three. Such a good girl. Look how well you open for me when you stop fighting.”

All three fingers drove deep, stretching Carmen wider than she’d ever been. The fullness was overwhelming, the angle devastating. Carmen couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, could only feel –the burn of the stretch, the pressure against her inner walls, the devastating drag of Mila’s fingers against that spot inside her.

“Now,” Mila growled, her pace becoming punishing. “Now you’re going to come for me. You’re going to come so hard you forget your own name. Touch yourself. Make yourself come on my fingers while I fuck you.”

Carmen’s hand flew back to her clit, rubbing desperately. The combination of sensations – three fingers stretching her impossibly wide, the relentless thrust, her own frantic touch, her face pressed to the deck in complete submission – shattered her.

“Cum,” Mila commanded. “Now.”

The orgasm detonated through Carmen like a supernova, white-hot and obliterating. She screamed – raw, ragged, wordless – the sound echoing through Engineering, through the corridors beyond. Her body convulsed violently, every muscle seizing, her core clamping down on Mila’s fingers with brutalforce. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her, each one more intense than the last, obliterating thought, obliterating fear, obliterating everything but the sensation of Mila’s possession.

She saw stars, not on viewscreens, but behind her eyelids, entire galaxies exploding and reforming. Her body bucked and thrashed, mindless, and only Mila’s hand buried inside her and the deck beneath her face kept her grounded, kept her from flying apart completely.

The climax seemed endless, rolling on and on, each pulse sending fresh shockwaves through her over-sensitized body. The fear she’d felt at being stretched so wide had transformed into something transcendent—the joy of complete surrender, of trusting someone else to take her beyond her limits, to show her what her body could feel when she finally, finally let go of control.

Carmen sobbed with the intensity of it, tears and sweat and arousal mixing, her whole being reduced to pure sensation. She’d never felt so vulnerable, so exposed, so completely possessed.

So incredibly free.

Finally, agonizingly slowly, the waves began to recede. Carmen collapsed completely, her cheek still pressed against the cold deck, her body limp and trembling. Every muscle felt like liquid. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her throat raw from screaming.

Mila’s fingers were still inside her, and Carmen could feel the aftershocks still pulsing through her core, her body clenching weakly around the intrusion.

“Look at you,” Mila murmured, her voice thick with satisfaction. “Completely wrecked. Totally mine.”

She began to withdraw her fingers slowly, deliberately, making Carmen feel every inch of the movement. Carmenwhimpered at the drag, at the emptiness that followed. Her body felt hollow, used, marked.

But Mila wasn’t done.

Those slick fingers dragged across Carmen’s inner thigh, leaving a wet trail. Carmen shuddered at the touch, oversensitive, overwhelmed. Mila’s hand moved higher, across the curve of Carmen’s ass, fingers trailing lazily, possessively. Then between her ass cheeks, making Carmen jolt at the intimate touch, a fresh wave of heat and shame flooding through her.

“Feel that?” Mila asked, her voice low and commanding. Her fingers traced up Carmen’s spine, leaving a glistening path on her soft brown skin. “That’s all you, Carmen. That’s what I did to you. What you let me do to you.”

Carmen could only whimper in response, her face burning.

Mila’s hand came to rest at the small of Carmen’s back, fingers splayed wide.

“Tell me,” she commanded. “Tell me what happened here.”

“You ...” Carmen’s voice was hoarse, wrecked. “You fucked me.”

“More than that.” Mila’s fingers pressed down, almost painful against Carmen’s sensitive skin. “Tell me the truth. What did I do to you?”

Carmen’s breath hitched.