My daughter Claire was sweet Part three
Introduction:
Further adventures of a sexual predator!
The mere thought of Cherie, the gorgeous blond college cheerleader I was determined to abduct gave me an instant erection, she was just that fucking hot. My ruse of offering to pay her to allow me to take nude pictures of her had a basis in fact. She was as perfect as any centerfold I had seen in years, and I was driven to possess her now. Unfortunately, I did not possess her at the time, and I had an erection. That left Maria on the menu.
“Maria!” I was gratified to see she cringed at my upraised voice. “While I was pleased you didn’t die a moment ago that was the second time within hours you lost consciousness and were very near death from asphyxiation. You will not die before I decide to kill you!” I was so looking forward to biting and chewing her perfect tits off her and eating them as she screamed I would have been very disappointed had she died first. “Do you have anything to say to your master, cunt?”
“Yes, Master,” she said, “I will not die without your permission.” This statement, while an improvement, was still at fault. I am the son of one of my father’s many slaves and had been raised by them. He is a Saudi diplomat respected in the western world, but his distinguished fa?e does not apply in his own home or country. He is a slave master through and through. Maria was the first slave I had taken, so we were both learning the ropes, so to speak. Maria spoke again, “Your slave will not die without her Master’s permission.” She had noticed what she had first said was a mistake and had corrected it! Maria had potential, as well as having a hot tight cunt and ass and being the best kisser I’d ever known.
“Your Master is pleased, cunt. I chose a quick study for a slave. Unfortunately, I have a responsibility as your Master to discipline you for your mistakes. Had you died, I would now be working at the unpleasant task of dressing out your beautiful body for meat rather than contemplating your punishment and training. My slave is a quick witted cunt, perhaps she could suggest a fitting punishment?”
I could tell by the expression on her pretty face, Maria was wondering how strict I would be with her. She must have had some intuition about my insanity because she prostrated her lovely naked body on the floor before me, then said, “Your slave thanks her Master for giving her her first orgasms with a man. She yields her will to you and will accept whatever punishment you decide to give her, Master.”
As far as I knew or could recall about my past experiences with my father’s slaves this was a perfect answer, which left me considering two possibilities. The cunt might be a natural slave, or perhaps she was only clever and was trying to please me to keep me from enjoying killing her immediately. From what I could remember of my father’s treatment of his slaves, or his children, for that matter, either situation called for a beating. “There are wooden rods in that barrel over there,“ I directed my slave. “Bring one to me.” She moved to the barrel and chose one of the larger ones, she brought it to me, then went to her knees before me.
Maria still had the padded cuffs on her wrists. I took up the slack in her rope until she stood and was raised onto her tiptoes then tied it. “This rod is going to bruise you, but your Master will try to avoid breaking any bones for now.” I began methodically beating Maria’s ass and thighs. She was screaming immediately and my cock stayed hard as a rock. After about two dozen strokes she pissed herself. I gave her another dozen hard strokes and she passed out from the pain. She had had a very rough day, including two near death experiences, but I wanted her awake and listening to me. I went for a smaller rod and then sucked and chewed on her lovely breasts until her nipples were erect, then I applied a dozen hard strokes of the rod to them. That seemed to rejuvenate her as she came back to consciousness shrieking. I asked Maria, “Does your Master have your full attention now, Slave?”
She assured me, “Yes, Master, yes!” I let her down and she collapsed in a sobbing heap on the floor. “Stay here, slave, I will be back in a few minutes.” I quickly went to another part of my house and began filling a large bath with warm water. I added some bubble bath crystals, then hurried back to peek in the door at Maria. So far as I could tell she hadn’t budged an inch. I stayed outside the door another five minutes, then went in and picked her up gently and carried her to the bath. Sitting her in the tub, I stepped in behind her, then pulled her into my lap.
I washed her gently with soft bath sponges, then shampooed her hair while massaging her scalp. I could tell this relaxed her so much she almost went to sleep. I rinsed us both then picked her up and sat her on a stool while I dried her. I carried her to my bed and told her, “Kiss me, slave.” She applied herself to kissing me passionately as if I were her one true religion! I was close to cumming at one point as we kissed she did it so well. “Take care of this now,” I told her and pointed to my hard cock.
She took me in her mouth and her lips and talented mouth began driving me wild! She was giving me the best oral sex I’d had in my life. I shifted her hips and went down on her, licking her cunt lips and tongueing her clit. She gushed her feminine fluid as she seemed to orgasm continuously! I decided I might have to beat the little cunt every day.
“Maria!” I was gratified to see she cringed at my upraised voice. “While I was pleased you didn’t die a moment ago that was the second time within hours you lost consciousness and were very near death from asphyxiation. You will not die before I decide to kill you!” I was so looking forward to biting and chewing her perfect tits off her and eating them as she screamed I would have been very disappointed had she died first. “Do you have anything to say to your master, cunt?”
“Yes, Master,” she said, “I will not die without your permission.” This statement, while an improvement, was still at fault. I am the son of one of my father’s many slaves and had been raised by them. He is a Saudi diplomat respected in the western world, but his distinguished fa?e does not apply in his own home or country. He is a slave master through and through. Maria was the first slave I had taken, so we were both learning the ropes, so to speak. Maria spoke again, “Your slave will not die without her Master’s permission.” She had noticed what she had first said was a mistake and had corrected it! Maria had potential, as well as having a hot tight cunt and ass and being the best kisser I’d ever known.
“Your Master is pleased, cunt. I chose a quick study for a slave. Unfortunately, I have a responsibility as your Master to discipline you for your mistakes. Had you died, I would now be working at the unpleasant task of dressing out your beautiful body for meat rather than contemplating your punishment and training. My slave is a quick witted cunt, perhaps she could suggest a fitting punishment?”
I could tell by the expression on her pretty face, Maria was wondering how strict I would be with her. She must have had some intuition about my insanity because she prostrated her lovely naked body on the floor before me, then said, “Your slave thanks her Master for giving her her first orgasms with a man. She yields her will to you and will accept whatever punishment you decide to give her, Master.”
As far as I knew or could recall about my past experiences with my father’s slaves this was a perfect answer, which left me considering two possibilities. The cunt might be a natural slave, or perhaps she was only clever and was trying to please me to keep me from enjoying killing her immediately. From what I could remember of my father’s treatment of his slaves, or his children, for that matter, either situation called for a beating. “There are wooden rods in that barrel over there,“ I directed my slave. “Bring one to me.” She moved to the barrel and chose one of the larger ones, she brought it to me, then went to her knees before me.
Maria still had the padded cuffs on her wrists. I took up the slack in her rope until she stood and was raised onto her tiptoes then tied it. “This rod is going to bruise you, but your Master will try to avoid breaking any bones for now.” I began methodically beating Maria’s ass and thighs. She was screaming immediately and my cock stayed hard as a rock. After about two dozen strokes she pissed herself. I gave her another dozen hard strokes and she passed out from the pain. She had had a very rough day, including two near death experiences, but I wanted her awake and listening to me. I went for a smaller rod and then sucked and chewed on her lovely breasts until her nipples were erect, then I applied a dozen hard strokes of the rod to them. That seemed to rejuvenate her as she came back to consciousness shrieking. I asked Maria, “Does your Master have your full attention now, Slave?”
She assured me, “Yes, Master, yes!” I let her down and she collapsed in a sobbing heap on the floor. “Stay here, slave, I will be back in a few minutes.” I quickly went to another part of my house and began filling a large bath with warm water. I added some bubble bath crystals, then hurried back to peek in the door at Maria. So far as I could tell she hadn’t budged an inch. I stayed outside the door another five minutes, then went in and picked her up gently and carried her to the bath. Sitting her in the tub, I stepped in behind her, then pulled her into my lap.
I washed her gently with soft bath sponges, then shampooed her hair while massaging her scalp. I could tell this relaxed her so much she almost went to sleep. I rinsed us both then picked her up and sat her on a stool while I dried her. I carried her to my bed and told her, “Kiss me, slave.” She applied herself to kissing me passionately as if I were her one true religion! I was close to cumming at one point as we kissed she did it so well. “Take care of this now,” I told her and pointed to my hard cock.
She took me in her mouth and her lips and talented mouth began driving me wild! She was giving me the best oral sex I’d had in my life. I shifted her hips and went down on her, licking her cunt lips and tongueing her clit. She gushed her feminine fluid as she seemed to orgasm continuously! I decided I might have to beat the little cunt every day.
