It’s been almost one year and I know that. I don’t even know if I still have readers out there (again). Anyway, there’s the seventh part of the story. Enjoy.

Here goes some considerations:
– Even if there are some good conventional sex scenes and possibly a good dose of romance to come, this story tends to get darker as it goes.

– I’m not an English speaker and I know I make a lot of mistakes, but I have no one to proof-read for me in time to post, cause I’m really busy and the only time I have I write and I post, so, sorry for any mistake or error.

– All the characters follows the stipulated by the site in what regards to character’s age.

***WARNING***
What follows is a fictional story which has focus on slavery and rape, but not made to offend anyone. If you feel offended by kidnapping, raping, humiliation or torture of any kind, please, quit reading.

Cheers,
A2O

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Chace McCartson – Part VII

“Here it is, this is the only chance you’ll have to ask me to do something for you. You can learn how to live here or say a single word, and this will all be over. Do you prefer to die?”

Candy looked me in the eyes, desperate, and after only a few seconds of consideration, she shook her head, crying.

“I’ll always want an answer. I want you to say it.”
“I-I don’t w-wanna die” She stammered sobbing.

I pulled off the knife, then I bent to kiss that tiny drop of blood formed on her beautiful breast and I left, not saying a word.

I went to the other room, to the torture room. I planned on fucking Candy now, but I couldn’t forget about Erika. When I came in, there was my porcelain skinned petite beauty; nude, gagged, hogtied, her knees and elbows over the wooden table. The yellow dildo plunged deep inside her perfect little pussy. It would be stupid of me to let her too much time with something vibrating inside her, after I almost killed her some weeks ago. I knew this single dildo, especially the yellow one, my most harmless toy both in girth and potency couldn’t do the job, but I just couldn’t risk it.

She was moaning softly and trembling as always. I came near her from behind and soon as she noticed my presence her breath quickened. When I touched her pussy, caressing her tiny clit with my thumb, she squirmed violently, rope holding her in place. I took her left cheek in my palm; her grayish blue eyes were wet and expectant.

“Baby girl, I’ll make you come, and then I’ll take you upstairs. You stay there and do not cause me any trouble, ok?”

She nodded, a thin line of saliva running down her chin and I didn’t lose time. I passed an arm beneath her, reaching her groin, starting circular motion over her sensitive spot. With the other hand I used the dildo to fuck her slowly.

“Huugh… Uuuuuhhhhhh….” She arched, or tried, to arch her back. Her little toes curled and her fingers clawed the edge of the table. In no time her moaning filled the room, sweet and hurtful as always.

Doing it slowly, knowing exactly what to do, it didn’t take long to make my little girl come for me, trembling, squirming, convulsing. Every single orgasm she had was an event apart. I was little by little untying her while doing it. Every time she gave me a hard time undoing a knot I made her quiet by slapping her little white bum, which made her contract, gripping the dildo inside her perfect young girl slit.

Soon I had her limp cute body in my arms, while she wrapped hers around my neck and I took her upstairs, lying her on my bed and covering her.

“Stay here. I’ll come for you soon enough.” I said kissing her softly.
“Yes, Mr. Chace.” She answered kinda dozy.

It was incredible how at ease she was while near me now. I could feel her scent all over me. Having her so willing was dangerous, more dangerous than a while back when she screamed at my every touch, because I could get carried away and screw it all up. But Erika wasn’t a problem now that she was tucked in and probably exhausted enough to sleep for hours straight. Now I could have my time with Candy and get rid of the monster, saving Chace for Erika, and only her.

When I got back to the sex room there she was, that angel like creature with her wavy blonde hair splayed all over my bed, her hands tied behind her back in a very uncomfortable position and her long, slender legs crossed as tightly as they possibly could. I noticed the difference in the way she was lying and in the way the red silk bed sheet was crumpled, a little to the left. It made me smile.

“So, how was it? Trying to escape?” I said sitting next to her “Noticed the doors can only be opened and locked through the numerical keyboard, right?” I completed with a grin. Her blue eyes widened and her sexy but completely swollen lips started to tremble even more. “Well, I’ll let this one pass. Your next misbehavior will be severely punished, do you understand?”

…And she didn’t answer, only looked astonished to me, her chest heaving due to her fast paced breath. Both her cheeks were really red from my spanking; the right one had the marks of my fingers. She was in shock and that was interesting. It was time I start molding her into a slave, not only a rape victim.

I carefully put my hand on her left cheek, caressing it with my thumb, she didn’t fight me. Her shivering increased to an almost convulsing level. “Candy, no matter what, you have to answer me. Always. I’ll only know what is happening to you if you tell me, I’ll only know what you decided, if you want to suffer or to comply, if you answer me. Don’t make me hit you again.”

As soon as the words were sinking in more tears started to appear, and I resumed “Do you understand?” I asked looking deeply into the girl’s eyes, my palm still over her cheek.

And the magic started to happen again.

“I-I understa-and…” She sobbed an answer.
“I understand, Master.” I corrected sliding my hand from her cheek to the tip of her cute chin. She took her time and I encouraged her. “C’mon, spare yourself from another beating…”
“I u-understand, Master.” Candy said trying to not fall in another desperate cry, trying to keep composure. I loved that. She never ceased to look me in the eyes, never. It was anger, and a good dose of fear, what I saw there and I was glad. It would be entertaining, for sure. She was a completely different game to play.

I took a deep breath, rejoicing on the view. I spend a good time looking at her, at her absolutely gorgeous slender body, skinny but round and full in every single interesting spot. Her breasts and her wide hips pronounced from her figure, like she was hand-made by an artist. And she had that thigh gap, that space between her thighs where her beautiful pussy stood out, I loved that. Holy fuck, I would have so much fun with this girl…

“Candy, I want you to bend your knees and spread your legs.”

Shivering. It was a non word conversation. Our eyes fixed in each other. It was easy to see that she was pondering: That beautiful creature had two paths, one ended in shame and abuse. The other ended in pain and abuse. I looked eagerly at her and I saw when it clicked, when she undid her crying face and, with her trembling lips and afraid, expectant eyes, she complied. Her perfect, toned and skinny legs opened up by itself. The girl trembled so much that it was absolutely marvelous to watch.

“Good girl” I said while crawling into position, over her and between her legs. By that moment I couldn’t contain myself anymore. I undid my zipper and freed my dick. Her legs shuddered when I took her by the waist and the way she winced when I pushed myself in, all the way in, in a single thrust, almost made me come.

“Ugh! Uuuuugh!” She groaned while looking at me, tears rolling down her beautiful face, but she didn’t deviate her look, she didn’t close her eyes, she didn’t cry out in despair. She gritted her teeth and kept this way while I gained speed, in and out of my new plaything. As I expected, the sweet tone of her voice was made for this, for moaning. “Ahh! Augh!” I could last a life only hearing her gasps and her groans, reacting to every single thrust.

She was tight, not as tight as Erika, but surprisingly tight for a girl who should be having sex for some time now. I alternated speed, while bending a little more over her so I could examine her face closely. Her brows arched in a grimace, her eyes half closed while she endured my actions, filled with tears. I watched to everything, her every reaction, every time I slowed down and when I increased pace, humping her fiercely, roughly.

When the pace was slow she took her time to breathe and I noticed that it was her thing. The more paused, steady, my pace was, harder for her to contain her moaning when I came in, forcing forward. The position was perfect to push against her clitoris and it was priceless to make that girl moan and gasp against her will, even if she were looking so angrily at me. It was so obvious how wet she was getting, it was so beautiful how ashamed she looked.

But soon I’d quicken my pace, roughly humping her, enough so a slapping noise echoed through the sex room every time I forced my entire length inside the girl. Candy tilted her head forward with a grimace, her face turned red quickly while she tried to endure me ravaging her tight pussy, tears rolling down her cheeks while she stared me right in the eyes. AT that point she could see a muscular and green eyed beast, bigger and fiercer than her thrusting everything he had into her sorry little pussy. She groaned through gritted teeth at the same pace of my thrusting and I was loving it.

It was totally different from Erika, still, she was great. She wasn’t crying desperately, maybe because I wasn’t hurting her that much, even if I was in fact hurting her, pummeling as hard as I was, forcing the walls of her entrance like that. But I wasn’t banging at her cervix nor was she as dry as Erika was. By the way, I couldn’t reach her cervix at that position, even being almost 8 inches length. Probably something to do with her height, she wasn’t petite like Erika. Still, what a great fuck. It was so intense, so damn perfect the way her body reacted against her will, her soaked wet pussy, her white and perfect teeth gritted and the sound of her torment filling the room in a sexy way. It was impossible not to say that she was feeling it all, she was feeling pleasure and that was making her crazy in shame and anger, while making me crazy for gotten such a rarity for myself.

When I felt myself coming I grabbed her right breast in my hand and squeezed it, while that frantic humping made her finally cry out loud… And I came, jolting everything I had inside her. When she felt it, the way her eyes widened and her brows arched in self-pity, it was perfection itself.

I stood up admiring it, Candy with her beautiful and shaking legs opened wide, my cum oozing from her now reddened love hole. Her head tilted back on the mattress while she sobbed. Her nipples still bruised from my twists and now the right breast had the mark of my hand printed on it. I felt again that thing calling me to take care of her now, to be nice to her… She had endured her part of the deal, right?

That’s the difference. The monster inside said no. That should be reserved for Erika, and Erika alone. I wouldn’t hurt her now, no, she was too perfect for me to punish her in a hard way now. Right action demanded reward, and her curled toes just hinted me the right thing to do.

“Just wait sweetheart.” I said while leaving, not waiting for an answer.

I went to the torture room, to the cabinet where I kept the toys and I took my time choosing carefully. I wanted to keep her entertained, to make her uncomfortable and yet not hurt or stretch her. Stretching would come, but in the right occasion and savored alone. When I came back I brought the black dildo with me, a copy of the seven inches one I have in my desk at work, the one I save for Gabrielle.

When I leaned over her I caressed the tan mark she had, made by using low rise bikini panties, it let a straight white mark on her waist that led directly to the beautiful and prominent mounds of her pussy. Guys certainly drooled while watching that girl coming by the beach every day. Now I was the lucky one. The only one.

Candy tilted her head forward to watch me and I showed her the one who would make her company for some time now. Her eyes widened again and her eyebrows turned from that angry shape to a pleading one.

“N-No, please?” She asked, she did not plead. Her face had the saying “Please have mercy of me” all over it and, yet, she asked. That was amazing.

I bit the bait and sit beside her, near the headboard with the dildo up in one hand to show her while I brushed her hair with the other one. She was a mess.

“I will let you playing with this, one of your new friends, and I’ll attend to other matters that require my attention. I’m being nice to you, believe it or not. This one has practically my size… I could have brought one that has the girth of a closed fist…” I answered.

Candy blinked and another tear rolled down. With that face I’d bet she could turn inside out the minds of every guy that crossed her way along the years. Not mine.

“Now that you are getting how things work out here, you have this entire night to go through and by the morning I’ll let you have what to drink, good food and show you all your premises.”

Her breathing accelerated again while I stood up and started to fasten a leather garter belt around her waist, mostly when I commanded “Candy, spread your legs.”

Even if I was dying for her to disobey me, what would make me forget the psychology of the thing and just hurt her any way I could, I found it just so pleasurable to watch her beautiful and shaky legs slowly getting apart.

With a grin I rubbed the tip of the dildo over her assaulted pussy twice, using the remaining of her juices mixed with my cum to lube its head and I unceremoniously pushed it in, in a nonstop motion, all the way inside her.

“Gaaaaaaaaaaaah-aaaaaaargh…” Her sweet voice broke in a hurtful groan when I used my palm to force it the remaining two inches in, and she arched her back in the process.
“Good girl! Gooood girl…” I said while fastening the dildo in place with leather straps, connected to the garter belt. “Now I’ll turn it on and you have to endure it all night long for me, so I don’t have to come here again to punish you, ok?” I kissed one of her thighs and turned the dildo on. Maximum vibrating potency. While she started to groan loudly in despair I went for the door, adding “Oh, and if you leave bed for any reason, I’ll get back here and torture you.”

“N-No! Wait please” I-I can’t-You-c-can’t!” Ignoring her pleads, I closed the door behind me.

*****

I was taking a bath after heading upstairs. My face was completely sweaty to wear that mask. I wasn’t really letting Candy the whole night with that dildo inside of her. There were too many things that could go wrong with this. I’d wait twenty, maybe thirty minutes and go down the stairs again.

When I arrived Erika was still asleep, so imagine my surprise when I saw her entering my suite.

“C-Can I?” She asked kinda ashamed.
“What, take a bath with me?” I said, opening the shower box, “Of course, come here.”

She took off the gray babydoll I had bought her and the one I liked best, putting it over the black granite bathroom countertop near her. I was really surprised. It wasn’t like her to do something like this. But she came in and I hugged her, we both took a shower while my hands traveled all over her little body, especially those breasts that fitted so well her petite figure. I was at her back and my hands groped her firmly. When I mauled her, pinching one of her pink nipples, she moaned and arched her back, but her arms never let go of my neck. Instead she arched her back a little more to give me access…

It was the first time I saw Erika searching for action and, by the way she moved, fighting how shy she was just to get attention, I hoped it wasn’t the last time. Later I’d figure that she was actually feeling threatened – female sixth sense was a real bitch. It was when I caressed her little butt that I had the best idea of the night.

“Baby girl, did you clean yourself up back here before getting to the torture room?” I asked while patting her little bum.
“Err… Sure, I always do. You ordered me, Master Chace.” She said leaning her back on my chest and looking up, her cheeks turning red and pointing out again how cute she was with those big grayish blue eyes and those lightly freckled cheeks.
“Hmm… Ok, come with me.” I said leaving the bathroom and quickly wrapping her in towels to dry her. “Here, dry your hair.”
“A-Are you… Will you do… Do me…” She sighed more than said.
“I will fuck your little ass, baby girl.” I said looking to her with a grin and she looked afraid as always. I was already missing this.
“It will hurt a lot, won’t it?” She asked looking down while drying her long and wavy dark brown hair.
“Well, if I help you stretch a little and you are relaxed it still will, but not that much.” I said already pulling her to the room.
“Hmm… I… I don’t really care. But will you take care of me later?” She said in that and selfless way only she could do and I stopped to look at her. She was facing me, her little hands trembling and her cheeks blushing.
“I will, baby girl.”

I said and she went to the bed by herself, crawled it up and stood on all fours, her pretty little rear turned to me, like an invitation.

“Two seconds, babe. Let me get the other lube in my office.” I said leaving in a hurry and heard a small “Ok, sir” for an answer.

Getting there I fired up the vigilance system quickly and put the stereo headphones to heard Candy while the camera system went on. She was moaning in agony.

“P-Please! Oh please! Stop-p this… STOP THIS PLEASE!” And the video went on, I could see her contorting lying on her side, her face buried in the mattress “I-If I-I come one m-more time… Aaaaaaagh…” She said sobbing and trying to breathe, hardly getting any air. Her eyes rolled up. The girl trembled all over, her thighs tightly nuzzling against each other and I could see the moist marks on the bed sheet. I looked at the watch, almost an hour had passed.

Fuck, I couldn’t risk losing her. I had to go down there. Now.