Bondage and restriction

Fantasm

I turned my girlfriend into my slave

This is the first story I’ve ever written. It was just a spur of the moment thing so it’s not particularly refined. Please feel free to leave constructive criticism and if people want more, I’ll upload a sequel. Thanks!

Fantasm

Revenge. Chapter 1.

Carmen Fox was sitting in her dark bedroom with the laptop’s glow the only source of light. Her hip-length, straight, jet black hair was splayed around her and she knew her light blue eyes reflected the laptop’s light. She hadn’t been busy doing anything since Ross broke up with her. Now she spent the majority of her days doing this. Surfing the internet and visiting websites like Google, Facebook, and other various things. She was currently on Facebook.
Perhaps it wouldn’t hurt anything to visit his page? He wouldn’t be able to tell she was visiting his page, and it could only be this once. She decided on clicking on his name and casually browsing his wall. He never deleted her as a friend, so it was nothing she hadn’t see-.
What the hell is this? She thought. Her eyes were not deceiving her. His page said in a relationship with Sage Adkins. She couldn’t help herself. She clicked on her name and was relieved when her profile wasn’t private.
From what she could tell, this Sage bitch was a curly headed blonde with fake boobs and a perky personality. Ross hadn’t even broken up with her two days ago; which means he either left her for this bitch, or he was having an affair and chose the new girl. God dammit, she was younger too. That’s such a cliché. Carmen wasn’t old. She was only in her early thirties, but Ross was older than her and this new slut of his was twenty-six. Oh look. The little trend-follower was bi-sexual too.
This called for revenge.
The next night, Carmen put on a black v-neck t-shirt, so she wouldn’t be seen in the night, and dark denim shorts that would allow her to move her legs around when she went over to his house. There was no need in abandoning all of her fashion sense, so she put on some black, peep toe heels too. She planned on destroying his black Escalade that he loves so much. Nothing he can complain about to insurance, but enough to piss him off as much as he did her.
As she pulled up to her ex’s house, the lights coming from inside told her she’d have to be quiet. So she grabbed her bottle of white nail polish and slowly approached his black escalade. She doodled signs like middle fingers and cocks on all the other windows and some the doors, then she saved the best for last as she wrote “Jerk-mobile” in big letters on the back window and then went around to climb on the hood so she could write, “I like sluts, not women” so big that it covered the entire front window.
She gracefully hoped off the hood and glanced in the window for safety and did a double take when she saw Ross on the white couch that he’d made out with her on so many times. He was in the same position, but this time it wasn’t her straddling him and kissing his lips. It was Sage.
She couldn’t help herself then. Curiosity pulled her to the window so she could look at the two of them better. She looked at him first out of longing. She could only see the back of him, but his brown hair was as soft and luscious as ever. She could tell just by looking at it. His muscular arms wrapped around her little, yellow sundress. She couldn’t make out specific features, but her blonde hair was curled and flowed down past her shoulders. She knew from Facebook that she had blue eyes and a foxy kind of face though.
She was sure now that he was having an affair. No one is slutty enough to fuck on the first date if they’re looking for a relationship. Not at her age, anyway.
When Sage took a breather, she glanced up casually and Carmen dashes behind the wall and out of sight. However, as their voices grew louder and muffled sounds came from inside the house, she realized she hadn’t moved fast enough, so she started to run to her car for safety.
Heels were a bad idea tonight. She felt Ross’s muscular arms wrap around her waist and lift her into the air. She started to kick and fight him when she realized he was carrying her back into the house with his new slut trailing behind them.
She was plopped on the white, soft couch they were just making out on and he looked into her eyes with that brown, intense stare he got when he was angry and said, “You fucking bitch.”
She crossed her arms and gave him a sly look.
“What were you thinking, doing that to my car?” He demanded.
She didn’t answer. She was too pissed, so she just stared at him and made him guess. He must have known she wouldn’t just sit by and mope while he got constant sex though.
“Real mature, Carmen,” Ross said as he looked out the window to his precious car that probably meant more to him than both the girls in the room combined. “Sage is not a slut,” he claimed.
“Sure I am.”
They both turned their heads toward her in surprise. Sage smiled and walked in front of Carmen before she glared at her and said, “I knew he was in a relationship. I knew you were at work while he was fucking me. I’m a slut,” Sage leaned forward and put a hand on each of Carmen’s bare thighs and added, “And I can get real dirty.”
Pure wrath pulsed through Carmen and she slapped Sage across the face with as much force as she could possibly put into the blow.
Ross dashed behind the couch and held Carmen’s hands back, giving Sage full access. “What do you even miss about our relationship, huh?” she heard from behind her, “Working at different times? Living in different places? Having the same sex once every weekend?”
“I think it was the sex,” Sage chimed in. Sage moved forward and stuck her thumb in Carmen’s shorts and played with her lips. Sage giggled and said, “She’s already wet, just from me kneeling in front of her. Do you want to be pleasured, Carmen?”
Carmen kicked Sage in the chest and hesitated before saying, “Don’t say my name.” She was already wet from Ross touching her, not Sage. She needed sex bad.
Sage rubbed her chest with a disgruntled expression and said, “Ow, you kicked me with heels on! And that wasn’t a no.”
Carmen narrowed her eyes and said, “Sorry; wouldn’t want to pop one of your implants. And I’m not a lesbian.”
“Ladies, ladies,” Ross said slowly and calmly, “Maybe we can work something out here.” He sounded really suspicious when he said that. So when Sage smiled, Carmen squirmed out of Ross’s arms and stated, “I’ve worked out all I want.” This was getting out of control and she didn’t want to be involved in it any longer. “I fucked up your car and now I’m leaving.”
Of course, why she ever thought it would be that easy was a mystery. Ross grabbed her before she could even lift herself off the couch and he held her down on the soft white sofa so that she was lying down. “Speaking of my car,” Ross said with a malicious grin, “I think you owe me.”
Carmen rolled her eyes and argued, “It’s just nail-polish, it’ll wash off; I don’t have to pay you anything.”
“Look at this house,” Sage said, bringing herself back into the conversation, “The type of car you trashed,” Carmen thought she was being an idiot, stating obvious things, but as she took off her black heels and stared her in the eye, whispering, “He doesn’t want money,” she saw where this was going.
Ross was hovering over her and she could see a bulge in his dark jeans. Sage was kneeling between her legs. Yes, she knew exactly what was on their mind. She didn’t want any of it. She may be horny from no sex in the past few days, but she wasn’t about to release with her ex and her replacement.
Carmen lost it and was now fighting for freedom as she screamed, “No! I’m not fucking either of you.”
Ross put on a faint smile as he grabbed the hem of her black v-neck t-shirt and started to force it off her. Sage simultaneously undid the button and zipper on her shorts, but she figured Ross was a greater threat, so she closed her legs to hinder Sage, but slapped and fought Ross as much as she could… to no avail.
Soon, her light skin showed against the white couch and her red bra that covered her natural D-cupped breasts and her matching thong were the main attraction.
She started to panic a little, but Ross held her down again while Sage peeled off her little sundress and kicked off her yellow strappy heels. She quickly undid the clasp of her lacy, strapless bra supporting her D-cups and the slut didn’t even have to worry about underwear, because she wasn’t wearing any.
She was unwise to fight Ross, because she now weakened herself and Sage held her down easily enough while Ross stripped. The bitch knew what she was doing too. She held both of Carmen’s wrists in one hand, while grabbing the back of her hair with the other. She had to support herself on her elbows, so her bare breasts were pressed against Carmen’s. She used this to taunt Carmen. Since she was bi-sexual, she rubbed their breasts together and made little moaning noises while staring Carmen in her light blue eyes. Allowing Ross all the time he needed to strip off his clothes.
She’d seen Ross naked before, though. She knew his prominent six-pack and matching pecs. She knew his dark hair was all over his body, but there wasn’t enough to make him look hairy, she definitely recognized his stiff 7 inches of cock when she saw it.
Now that they were both naked, Sage moved down and forced her red thong away from her body while she had no choice but to lay there while Ross approached her and undid her bra. Now that her voluptuous tits and clean shaven pussy were out for the world to see, what would she do, even if she had the chance to get away? She can’t go anywhere public, which cancel every place her car would take her.
Ross grabbed Carmen’s hair and put his dick in front of her face. She refused to suck him unwillingly. She pursed her lips and turned her head, despite the pain it caused from her hair. However, as Sage’s tongue flicked her clit unexpectedly, she let out a gasp and Ross took his opportunity to shove all seven inches into her mouth.
She never enjoyed it, but she was always good at deep-throating. Then again, while she didn’t like what Ross was doing, she couldn’t help but love having Sage eat her out. She wasn’t the slightest bit homosexual, but it did feel amazing. Just like if it was a man eating her out. That was the method she decided on using so as to deal with what was happening to her; because she was currently being raped.
Fortunately, as Ross’s balls pressed against her chin with each inward thrust, she could feel they were tightened. He was about to cum. This would be over soon.
Suddenly, Ross pulled out of her mouth and Sage noticed and stopped licking. “Move over here, C.” Ross commanded.
Out of curiosity, she obeyed. Ross pulled her up and put her on her knees in front of the couch. Sage sat in front of Carmen and spread her legs wide, letting it be known what was going to happen next.
Ross grabbed the back of her head in one hand and pushed her forward. She really didn’t want this. She didn’t care how horny she was, this wasn’t going to get her the release she needed. It didn’t matter, though. Ross kept pushing until her lips were against Sage’s bare vag. She gave up, thinking it would get this over with sooner.
Suddenly Ross pulled on her hips so that she was still forced to eat out Sage, but her bum was in the air and she knew where Ross was going with this. The tip of his penis touching her lips only confirmed her belief.
Carmen stopped licking when Ross pushed inside of her and started thrusting because a loud moan escaped her lips. Ross was right about having the same sex. She was always only comfortable with missionary, but this position didn’t seem to be that bad. Save the vagina in her mouth, of course.
Ross pumped like that until she could tell all three of them were close to climax. Sage came first and Carmen grimaced at the pussy juice as it rested on her chin. She used her hand that was previously keeping her up to wipe it off.
Then Ross pulled out unexpectedly and she looked back to see what was wrong. Something was very wrong. He only pulled out so he could line his dick up with her ass.
“Ross, stop!” she cried. She’d lick Sage’s pussy all night to avoid that. He didn’t listen though. He just pushed against her ass like it was as flexible as her vag, which it was proving not to be. She’d never had anal sex with anyone in her life. Until now.
Ross pushed inside and she felt a pop when he officially entered her. She screamed at the stinging pain as tears welled in her eyes. “Ross, please stop. Ow,” she was whimpering and begging now rather than demanding.
Apparently her agony was enough to make his horny ass listen because he pulled out of her and subtly rubbed her ass as if trying to relieve the pain.
“Hold her, will you, Babe?” Ross said before running upstairs naked. Sage didn’t hesitate to dominate her by holding her head back against her vag. Now that Ross couldn’t protect her, Carmen decided to fight. Naked or not, she was getting out of here.
Carmen bit down on Sage’s clit, causing her to scream and release her hold. She knew Sage’s scream would call Ross to come down faster, so she sprinted to the door so fast her legs burned.
Ross appeared at the bottom of the stairs right in front of Carmen and she bumped into his naked, muscular body. After that, she noticed the bottle of lube in his hand.

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Fantasm

Highest Bidder

If you like it, I’ll make more. This is a kinky fetish of mine, of being dominated and owned, but I’ve never had the nerve to actually do anything about to or mention it. WARNING: This contains underage sex. If you don’t like it, tough. I can make this into a chapter story – I already have a sort-of plot. If I should continue it, let me know. WARNING: LOOK AT THE THEMES. If none of these things turn you on, click BACK right now. Don’t go blaming me for writing this – it was my own kinky mind.

Fantasm

Time In Country

‘Jesus Sarge… how much longer You reckon they are gonna keep us here?’
Sgt Reed sighed… this really was a lousy duty… a small backwoods village… checking what few cars were running for rebels and ‘contraband’, whatever the fuck that was… The only thing actually worth checking was currently picking her way back towards the small house that she called home, it held most of his attention..
‘Just can it Perkins… we stay as long as we have to… and I don’t make that descion… so just watch your arc and save the whining for somebody who gives a shit… which would be NOBODY!’
6 months in this dump of a country, no beer, no decent food and no women… and for what? Well that was gonna change…. tonight.
…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………..
4 AM…. Dead man hour…. Charlie fire team had just taken over the road block and His was heading back to the barn they called home… or they should have been….
Instead the Squad watched the woman’s house through night vision goggles… there was no movement, no heat signatures… all was very quiet.. the ghostly green images revealed exactly what he had hoped for…. nothing.
Motioning with his hands the team began the approach, no words were spoken, no noise betrayed them as they moved closer. As it should be, they were very good at this game now…. they just had a new, personal, objective in mind…. a little R&R with the only sexy looking woman they had seen in the whole damn country. As he slid up to the front door he switched to IR and scanned for thermal traces, bingo… just the one…. she looked to have fallen asleep fully dressed… he knew she worked long hours at the local school and then at what ever she could find to get enough simply to survive…
He tried the door handle, it clicked loudly as it began to swing open…. all his attention was on the sleeping form, looking for any signs of motion…. despite the eqpt taped to his chest rig… the wpn’s and the bulky armr…. he made no sound as his boots ghosted down the hall towards the back room… he looked to his team mates and signaled ‘on 3’ the fingers closed doen…. 3,2,1…. a boot smashes into the small door frame ripping it from th wall…. in 2 seconds he is over to the bed a strong hand covers her mouth… she hasnt really woken yet… that changes as she feels 4 pairs of hands grab each limb and quickly pull her body taut…..
He chuckled softly to imself…. she cant see a damn thing yet… its just darkness and rough hands..
‘I know you understand me…. this goes two ways….. either you dont cooperate, we take what we want and you vanish, or you be a good girl and you get to keep breathing… im gonna take away my hand now… if you make any noise…. it will be the last sound you ever make…’
He withdrew his hand… the other was already filled with a rag ready to stuff in her mouth should she be stupid enough to scream…. all that came was a slow sob ‘Do what u will and leave’
‘Show time boys, me first…. rank has it privaleges’
He moved off the bed, and began to drop his kit…. it all went into a neat pile…. wpns on the top… then he climbed up between her legs… planting his knees between hers. he placed his hands on her ankles and ran them slowly upwards, the touch was firm, strong and unstoppable…. his hands pushed her legs further apart…. the hands on her ankles locked her into this new vunerable position…
‘Nice’ he thought… better than had expected… much better…. stockings, garters…. and silk underwear….. he roughly fondled her mound…. ‘Oh Please stop’…. ‘shut the fuck up’….. you lie here in bed dressed for a night on the pull and dont expect to get fucked?’ Lady you got a lot learn’… ‘And we are gonna teach you’
As he continued to fondle her he shoved two fingers into her mouth….’Suck em…. get em real wet’….. he felt her lips and tongue begin to crudely work his fingers…. ‘Do it like its your lovers cock…. not a fucking meal…. You blow me like that bitch and I will just fuck your mouth till you pass out.’
She began to put in some effort…. the tongue swirling and dancing…… he quickly changed hands… new fingers in the mouth…. the first driven straight into her pussy…. she cried out round the hand in her mouth as he drove them in as far as he could get…..hang on…… ‘Fuck boys….. she is dripping already… I think she likes it…. ‘
‘Just remeber cutey… no noise.’…. with that he withdrew his hand from her mouth and placed it with the other between her legs…. then tore away her panties…. both hands return to her crotch….. 3 fingers now…. probing, flexing….. fucking her…. then a new shame…. a finger at her ass….. she bit her own lip as his finger slid in.. already wet from her own betrayal…
Her hips were moving ever so slightly, he could sense it rather than feel it… in the muscles inside her…. as she struggled not to like it….. He wondered how long it had been for her?
Enough…. i gotta have this bitch… he undid his pants and slid them off his hips….. then lay on top of her… relishing the feel of her breasts…. he placed both hands on her neck and kissed her… ‘Kiss me back…. and u had better be nice too…. His cock felt like an iron bar…. Jesus im gonna last about 20 secs at this rate…. her tongue probed his mouth…. he felt her teeth nip his bottom lip…. JESUS… make that 10….
‘Come on Sarge… u gonna marry her or fuck her?’
‘Fuck off Jackson’
He inched up her… letting her thighs guide him to her entrance…. he pressed the tip of his cock against her mound…. feeling the heat… then when he knew he was at the very wet hole…. drove forward… burying himself in her in one thrust…. she half screamed into his mouth as he took her…. then he began to fuck her in short hard jabs… only pulling out 2 inches and ramming his whole length back in……… Fuck this pussy is hot… it feels like she is on fire down there.. I know Redheads are called firecrotch’s but this is unreal….. she was begining to thrust back onto him….. the steady puonding and friction was almost to much…. then she breathed into his mouth….. ‘Oh God yessssssssssssss’….. that was to much….. he shuddered as he spent himself in her…. filling her with every piece of him he could get in…
Then he slumped onto her…. She whispered into his ear.. ‘Will you leave now…’
‘You are shitting me lady…. you gotta another 4 to service’
The leader pulled himself off…. she could feel him move to the head of her bed…. they were so quiet… even with thier boots and guns… why didnt they make more noise?
‘Perkins… your up. Jackson… perimeter sweep’… the two men released her wrists…. but the leader swiftly replaced their grip …. with his own….’ I want to watch you… watch you take it… Listen to you try to resist… listen to you give in… listen to you cum’
‘Never’ she hissed…. ‘we shall see’
The second one mounted her, no foreplay… no prelimanaries…. he just climbed on and thrust himself into her…. there was no resistance… a mixture of her own juice and the leaders enabled him to enter her swiftly… but this one was in no hurry…. he liked to use the whole length… sliding it in and out slowly…. ‘Yeh bitch… gonna fuck you long and slow…. enjoy your sweet pussy… you like it dont you… I can tell’… his hips were moving in a slow figure of eight.. it felt like no part of her wasnt being slid or rubbed. Worse was the growing heat within her as his pelvis slowly ground into her clit.
A pair of lips mashed into hers… the leader? no one of the others… there was still no noise.. nothing… only vague sounds of breathing… it seemed to magnify every small sound that escaped her.
He was speeding up now…. becoming more urgent… the pleasure was increasing.. no matter how she tried to resist… her lips were on fire and her clit felt like ice… against his heat…
‘nearly there…. here we go’…. at the last moment hew withdrew and shot his load all over her stomach… great splashes of it that seemed to splatter all the way upto her neck…. he sighed and rubbed it all over her exposed skin… massaging it into her nipples …. it pooled in her belly button and ran down her flanks…. she could feel the sticky heat all over her…’Jesus Perkins… i dont wanna lie in that shit’…. ‘ ah fuck off… least i aint filling her so that she can hardly feel that pencil u call a dick!’
‘Arnold go… ‘
‘Sure thing sarge…. but flip her over man…. ‘
What! no…. they pulled her up and quickly push her back down onto her hands and knees… the leader still holds her wrists… the third man positions himself behind and eases himself in…. her head slumps forward as she is taken from behind…. different again… a new angle… new sensations… he uses the whole length but is hard, fast ….. hwe whole body is rocked froward each time he slams into her buttocks… his balls whip up and lash her already sensitive clit….
‘Hey bitch… remeber when i said you better blow me good…. Its showtime.’
Her head is pulled up by the hair and she feels a sticky cock press into her mouth… she can taste herself and the salty tang of his cum…. he pushs deep into her mouth and stops… she sucks it clumisly… at that momemt the soldier in her pussy seems to go berserk… ramming her like an animal…. each thrust pushes her onto the cock in her mouth… it jabs her throat making her gag…. they dont care…
‘suck it slut… suck it good….. u need to get me good and wet… cus im taking your ass after this.’
The third is close,,, she feels his cockhead expand then explode into her as he cums…. she feels like she will pass out, she cant breath…. then they both withdraw…
‘Ok Jackson, your up…. lie down buddy… slut here is gonna fuck you.’
She shakes her head weakly…. but feels herself lifted as the forth soldier slips under her, they dump her on top of him… they are not holding her now… she has no strength to fight them anyway…. she feels the mans cock under her…. its …. its huge…. much bigger than the others…
‘Please.. I cant.. its tooo.’….
‘What…. big…. yeh we know… why the fuck u think he goes last… would be like throwing a bag in a truck after Jacko’s done with you.. Now get the fuck on with it’
Sobbing she pulls herself up and positions the head… his cock is at least 10 ” long and thick too… she tries to slowly wiggle on to it…. he has no patience for her … he grabs her thighs and pulls her down… the leader is behind and drops his weight onto her shoulders as he grabs her mouth… She screams as the monster grips then bursts into her…. She has never felt so full…..
‘Now work it whore… ride it like the little cockslut you are….’
She leans forward and grabs the mattress edge as she rasies and drops her hips…. low grunts escape her as she is forced to fuck. Behind her the leader begins to spank her ass… ‘Faster bitch’… he sets the pace with the slaps…. and then…. a finger begins to probe her ass….
NO! not a finger… a cock…. The hand is back over her mouth as he pushed into her ass…. slowly inching in…. until she thinks she will split in half…. then they begin to move again… first the pussy then the asss.. in out in out…. the pain blurs into the pleasure…. the leader is biting one side of her neck.. the other soldier… licks her ear and encourages her to move…. she can only grunt like a beast as she is filled…. her cries become louder as her orgasm approaches…
‘Oh GOD NO… NOT LIKE THIS’
‘Fuck.. Perkins… shut her up’
Her hair is grabbed and her head is twisted to the side… a wet cock… her juices again… stuffed into her mouth…. she is now throbbing all over… she hangs limply as all 3 thrust into her… using her every hole…. as their pace quickens the fire in her crotch spreads…. it pushes her over the edge as the begin to cum in her…. her mouth floods with spunk…. it leaks round the cock and she is forced to swallow just to continue breathing…. her pussy floods with juices.. his.. hers all running down his balls…. her ass fills with hot liquid …….
And She cums….. ‘Gggggggoooooooooooooood…. YES!’
They quickly dress and prepare to leave… The leader… throws something on the bed… its money…. Foreign money… the stuff u can spend in the few stores with anything in them… then sweets.. a ration pack..
‘Now I know why the fuck we are here…. ‘
‘No shit perkins… no fucking shit. Your mine now bitch…. Charlie fireteams gonna pay u a visit tomorrow.. play nice… Noone is gonna fuck with now… you get any shit… you come find me… or just tell them Sgt Reed thinks they ought to fuck off and leave you alone.’
Then they are gone… for now
The looks were the hardest thing to bear… not hatred.. not revulsion…. but sympathy… the poor woman who the soldiers abused…. who they took and degraded, little did they know… she was almost looking forward to the visits now…
Charlie Fireteam rarely came… The ‘Fucking Cherries’ had very little time in country and still observed the laws of armed conflict… Delta, well the were a different matter.. 2-3 times a week they would descend as a group and force her to submit… they no longer tied her, unless they felt like it, mostly they expected her to perform.
But recently there had been a new twist, her mind played through it as she walked back across the square… she tried not to look at the road block, knowing that ‘He’ would be watching… Sgt Reed… his dark eyes boring into her as she struggled with the bags… there would be no offer of help… he would just watch, as he always watched… making her look at him as she was forced to cum over and over… either by his and his mens ministrations… or more recently.. by her own hand.
He always stayed behind now.. on his own… to service his little slut as he knew she wanted it…. Bastard, and what was worse… was he was right… She found herself thinking of him constantly… what he would do next.. what he would bring… make her do..
There seemed to be a small celebration amonsgt the soldiers, Charlie team was boarding a truck that had just emptied itself of 4 new soldiers.
‘So long suckers… enjoy the fucking war…. we are outa here’
The new soldiers seemed odd.. different… then with some relief she realised that they were all women.. at least there would be some relief from the constant rapes.
That night.. she waited.. as she was expected to… in the lingerie they had provided… All Black and the high heeled boots the Sgt seemed to love…. Then he was in the room… how did he do that… never any noise.. ever .. even when he came there was only the softest of moans… more a ragged breath really… and he always took her from behind.. she was not ‘permitted’ to see his orgasm.
He was alone… she looked up with sullen eyes.. waiting…
‘On the bed…. spread eagle…. NOW’
She jumped at the last… rushing to the bed, she quickly adopted the desired pose… he moved round her… tying each limb to the bed posts… then a collar on her slim neck…. What this time… what will he make me endure.
‘This is your chance to peform slut… to show me how well you beg.’
Silent defiance was her only response.
He moved in and pushed the pillows under her ass…. stretching her tighter as her pelivis arced upwards… then he reached into his web gear and extracted something…
‘This is a butt plug.. as the name suggests, it goes in your butt… not too big.. and it vibrates.. I control how much’
He pushes it into her mouth… she knows what to do.. and what will happen if she doesnt… it will go in anyway.. only it will hurt more… so she complies…. eating and licking.. applying as much saliva as she can…
He then sits beside her and pulls aside the crotch of her panties… which are already soaking… he chuckles at this… ‘Slut’… then he simply shoves it up her ass…. where it sits firmly lodged…. buzzing ever so slightly..
‘Good little whore… all ready for toy number two. This is a standard vibe.. with a little twist… you notice this harness.. this holds it and the butt plug in you…. you will notice that it completly avoids any contact with your clit… no orgasms for you… not till you beg… properly’
He slips the straps around her waist… then pushes the vibe in… it is tiny.. barely 3 “.. it too begins to buzz…. the sensation is warming…. pleasent.
‘these are remote controls…. i will demonstarte’
He pushes somthing and the butt plug responds … the buzzing grows and seems to make her whole body shake… another press and the vibe buried in her pussy explodes into life….
‘guh… aaaaah gods’
”Impressive arent they… but thats a little too much for now.’
and the sensations drop away…. sliding back to the ache that drives her mad.. He moves away from the bed and sits at her single chair… watching her from the side… his feet rest on his pack.. and he lights a cigarette…. and watches… for the first time ever you see a small smile play across his face…
He never moves as he tortures you… a single press changes the speed …. she arches up in response, trying to grind against something that simply isnt there… then as she gets close… he kills it… and the frustartion builds…. the time between each cycle seems to speed up… or does… time has no meaning anymore…. there is only the burning desire to finish, for release… and the silent presence in the corner.
Hours… minutes… days… she no longer cares as waves of pleasure build… then die before they release her … he knows exactly what he is doing… she is only capable of low grunts as each spasm comes…. her whole body arches up each time now… she has no control over it….
‘You can end this anytime you want… you know that.’
She does know it…. but is barely capable of thought let alone speech… another spasm rocks into her and she screams..
‘PLEASE’
‘Please what…. ‘
‘Please finish me off.’
‘Be more…. specific.’
Oh gods he really wants me to beg him.. to voice her desires… needs… wants.
‘Please… oh gods.. please… I want you to fuck me… fuck all of me… use me as your slut.’
‘BE MORE SPECIFIC.’
The vibe is twisting in her and the butt plug is buzzing like mad… her body is swamped with sensations.
‘FUCK MY ASS… fuck my mouth.. fuck my pussy… cum in all of them… make me swallow your spunk… fill me, fuck me use me… anything… just finish me… please.’
The sensations are turned off…. NO!
‘Anything.?’
‘ANYTHING…… ANYTHING YOU WANT.’
‘Good enough’
With that he stands over her and commands.. ‘Look at me’
She stare into his dark eyes… and see’s her surrender reflelected… He holds up his hands and slides the two controls to the maximum settings… her body arches up… twisting in the restraints as pleasure explodes out from her crotch…. then something new.. he drops betwen her legs and begins to hungrily suck on her clit… it is too much…. She grinds against his mouth as she cums…. and cums again…. and again…. juices squirt from her pussy spraying his face as she ejacualtes and her orgasms meld into one……then he stands and the sensations die away….
He removes the toys and bends to kiss you… she kisses back… totall uncaring at her display as she licks her own juices from his face.
‘Anything?’
‘Yes….. anything.’
‘Good.’
He stands and opens the door…. four soldiers enter the room…..
‘I would like you to meet Corporal Saunders and her team…. do as she tells you … as you would me…. She will tell me if you fail to perform…. .’
‘Fred here tells me you have a talented tongue… I do hope so… its gonna need a sling by the time me and the girls are done with you.’
They begin to drop thier kit…. lingerie appears as they disrobe… seemingly out of place under the dirty combats. She watches as they move closer… horror, disgust and something else play across her face.
‘Enjoy yourself slut…. you can tell me how much you enjoy it tomorrow.’
Then she is alone…. with four female soldiers… and they are climbing onto the bed.
She watches in horror as the 4 girls crawl onto her bed…. one to each limb… they begin to inch up her body…. small kisses… light touches as each unties the ropes that bind her. Once she is freed they begin to move inwards… licks, kisses…. small moans escape her and are echoed by the soldiers.
The tender assault continues.. the back of her knees, the elbow…. inwards…. thigh, upper arm, she can feel the heat of thier bodies as they press against each of her limbs. The hot breath reaches her crotch… then begins to retreat back down her leg…. a mouth appears at her neck and licks and kisses softly… nibbbling the tender skin beneath her ear… It is so different from the men… gentle persuasion rather than required obedience.
The Corporal begins to kiss her… lips gently touch hers… small kisses around the mouth… then firmer, a tongue presses insistently, she opens her mouth to recieve it and it darts forward… swirling round her own… she responds… as the kiss becomes more passionate so do the other three… biting and fondling… kisses and licks… firm grasps on her already tired legs push them upwards so that she lies with her knees bent and legs wide open….
The corporals hand begins to stray downwards…. cupping her breast…. squeezing tenderly…. the nipple is pinched, teased… stretched… firmly .
‘You like?’
A simple ‘Yes’
‘Hmmm good…. Fred does have fantastic taste… you are stunning Red.’
Such a simple thing… not ‘Slut’ or ‘Whore’ but a name… it makes her feel strangely drawn to these women…
‘We need more room girls… Nest in the centre.’
There is giggling as they leap off the bed. She is pulled to her feet and almost collapses …. The corporal holds her and guides her to the chair…. ‘Shh sit’… She can feel ‘his’ warmth retained in the cushion….
The soldiers are pulling large sleeping bags from their packs….. then her mattress and bedding are dragged to the centre of the floor… the sleeping bags are added to the pile. The four soldiers then recline amonsgst the mass of soft cloth.
‘Come here Red… join us… join in… I promise you wont regret it… but if you dont want to… then we will leave… and we wont say a word to the Sgt.’
She stares at the mass of soft flesh… round breats and hips… long legs…. they all seem so much softer without the trappings of war… She almost declines…. but there is the lure of tenderness and passion… of soft caresses and kisses…. and more than anything the fear that he would know… would detect the lies… and worse… be disappointed…
She stands and moves slowly forward…. the group parts to allow her to reach the centre.. then closes in round her as she lies on the floor…..
Outside….. the temperature has dropped to below freezing…. On a boulder 10 metre’s from the house a solitary shadow moves slightly… He ignores the biting cold… He watch’s through the Thermal imaging camera as the Woman that consumes his thoughts voluntarily walks to join the group on the floor…. he sees as they close in on her and the colors change slightly as the temperature begins to rise on all their skins,,, hotter. He is tempted to stay and watch… even from here…… but denying himself the pleasure here would add to it later…. when he had spoken to the Corporal and knew what had happened… and then forced Red to tell him every little detail… every noise, touch and feeling would be recounted… in her words… Then and only then would he allow himself to watch her with the girls… and he had a whole new idea about that….
He stands… and vanishes into the shadows…. Behind him he can hear small cries of pleasure… they carry to his retreating form… ‘yes…. oh yes…. ‘
She awoke in the middle of the floor…. her blankets had been drawn over her… and the women were gone…. memories of the previous night flooded back in… touches… tongues…. ooo the tongues…. toys…. she felt ashamed and thrilled…. she had never really considered sex with women before… she had surprised herself as she had freely surrendered to the desire.
But there were things to do… and she badly needed to bathe… moving to the bathroom she caught a glimpse of herself…. she looked a lot healthier then she had…. a steady and full diet, courtesy of the Briish army, was doing wonders for her… That and ‘F’ Plan diet… she giggled at her own joke. She turned on the fawcet… it coughed, gurgled and jumped… but refused to do its job…. She sighed this meant a trip to the water bowser in the square… and through the checkpoint…oh no…. ‘He’ will be there… she bit her lip …. there was no choice really…
She pulled the little trolley out of the shed… on it she had stacked a dozen containers… and began the half mile walk into town… as she apprached the outskirts she could see them… Delta fireteam were in the usual defensive position… 2 checked the papers of all traffic and searched cars.. one was sat in a sandbagged emplacement behind some sort of heavy machine gun… another was on the other side of the road block, she knew that he was armed with all manner of rocket launchers and remotes to detonate the mines and traps around thier posotion. ‘He’ was in his usual position… in a shadow to the side…. he seemed almost asleep… she also knew that was the idea.. he liked to blend in and vanish… appearing from nowhere to soothe anger or stamp authority depending on what he felt was appropriate.
There were strange soldiers also…. she shuddered as she recognized the uniforms… the soldiers of the local militia… little more than government thugs…. she joined the line and readied her papers.. not that she needed them.. they were only too familiar with her… The British seemed to be training the Militia how to run the Blockade… they were carrying out the routine… papers.. photo comparison to a book of known ‘wanteds’… questions. Then it was her turn…
The Militia leader…. starts to make crude comments…. his men laughed at his dirty humour…. Then he grabs her arm… ‘Me and you.. we need to go check a few things.. eh? make sure all is in order…’ He begins to fondle her… roughly squeezing her breast
His face explodes in a spray of blood as a rifle butt smashes into the side of his head… The milita are startled and begin to grab thier weapons… then they notice that the four british soldiers are already covering them.. ‘naughty naughty boys….. let the Sgt’s have thier chat’
Sgt Reed is standing over the Milita Sgt… his boot is pressed into the side of his neck… and his rifle hovers an inch from his ear
‘You will not touch her, you will not speak to her, you will not even breathe in her direction’… it is said quietly, and with a quiet menace that speaks of horror. ‘If I catch you anywhere near her I will take you to a place of such pain and hurt that you will beg me to kill you…. do I make myself perfectly clear?’
The stunned man can only nod an affirmative…. ‘Good…. then take your fucking sorry excuse for a squad and fuck off… NOW’
The Militia gather thier equipment and rapidly disappear….She look at ‘Him’… he motions her to the side with a tiny glance and she follows him into his shadow.
‘You ok?’… he asks… almost softly
‘What do you care?’ she respons…. she senses that is a mistake staright away
‘Your right.. I dont… but I dont share well either.’ The iron is back in his tone… ‘Sit’
‘Perkins, grab some of the locals and get this cart filled with o2… then have em drag it back to Reds…. me and her need to discuss last night’
He sits in front of her…. close… his nose is only a few inches from hers….’ Now… tell me about last night’
And so she sits there….. and talks … it takes over an hour to recount the details… he constantly asks small questions… a detail of this…. describe that….. She tells him everything…. in as much detail as she can…. how she felt when she licked her first pussy… how it tasted… what the others were doing to her…. how many orgasms…. given and recieved…to whom… and how… the surprise as the corporal begins to fuck her from behind…. the feel of the strapon… how it felt to don it herself and use it….. the pleasure of being fucked in the ass as she rode the corporals plastic cock… the the orgasms as one of the other girls pushes her back onto saunders chest and eneters her pussy at the same time… she is crude and descriptive… trying to get a response… there is nothing… not even a twitch or change in breathing… he swallows the information like a void….. finally she stops……
‘What do you want from me…. I have done everything you asked…. I have submitted to all you resires…. given in… I dont know what you want.
He stands and stretches… lights a cigarette….. then leans down and whispers in her ear….
‘Your cooperation…. your collaboration… That you enoy it is not enough…. You must WANT to… then…then you will be who you really are….. secret self… hidden behind social structure and morals…. I KNOW YOU….. I will make you know yourself.
She shakes her head in denial… its not true… she does not believe it… can not…. will not…. but a small voice says ‘you know he is right.’
With that he throws a package at her feet…. ‘For tonight… 20.00 hrs…. be ready.’
………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………..
She picks her way towards the address the package had contained… it is awkward walking on the rough ground in the high heels she had been ordered to wear…. they strained her calves and she had to walk looking at the ground for fear of tripping…. the clothing also feels odd… the seamed stockings attached to a pvc garter belt…. under a patent black pvc mini dress…. no undearwear… her pussy freshly shaven… the wind occasionally catches under the long coat reminding her of her state of dress.
This is the place… ‘His’ instuctions had been very clear.. go to this place.. knock once… count to ten and go in… go to the back room… stand in the center of the room…. and wait.
The heels click loudly in the silence as she walks timidly forward…. she bites back tears as she raises a small fist and raps hard.. once… as she counts to ten she tries not to think of what is to come.. what degradation would ‘He’ inflict now…. the door creaks as she enters… the heels louder now… echoing in the hall…. she approaches the room…. the door is ajar… a single candle burns on the table next to a double bed…. the room is sparsly furnished … a single chair… a dresser….. shadows flicker in the corners….she moves to the centre…. and waits.
A shadow detaches itself from the wall….. and moves behind her…… a hand moves up between her legs and roughly fondles her slit…. she gasps as 2 fingers are pushed into her… then a voice in her ear ‘Well well… what a little slut…. wet already….. expecting a good fucking are you… well i hate to disappoint… its just so…. rude.’
Something is wrong… its not ‘him’…. its.. its a woman!
The woman grabs her hair and pushes her onto the bed…. bending back her neck she pulls her face round and savagely kisses her… then grabs her wrists and quickly ties them to the head board…. she looks back at her attacker and sees…
Red stands in the center of the room and looks at her first captive….. she had been puzzled by the package at first….there was a new outfit…. skin tight pvc catsuit, knee high stiletto boots, a 6 buckle pvc waistcincher and a matching black strap on cock….. and a simple note… in clear concise capital letters…. ‘SHE WILL ARRIVE AT EIGHT>>> DO AS YOU SEE FIT’
It had made no sense… even as she got changed… as I see fit? it made no sense as she heard the knock…. it made no sense as she listened to the high heels enter her hall…. even though her body moved itself to a position of concealment… it made no sense as she watched the young girl enter her bedroom…. it made no sense…… right up until she looked into the girls eyes… and saw the fear… the expectation….. and a word entered her head…. ‘Submissive’…. with a small snarl she had leapt on her and now she admired her handiwork… it had been so easy… and now there was a beautiful young girl on all fours… her ass in the air…. her hands flexing in the bonds that held her fast… ‘Mine’ ‘mine do to do as i see fit…. yes’
‘Please’ she says…. ‘let me go…. I dont like girls.. im not like that’
Red steps close… ‘Really…. your pussy says different…. I say different… and here… what I say matters… not you… you are a little cock slut….. and soon to be a pussy eating slut….. that takes it in the ass…. but later…. for now… lets see how well you cum…’
She lines up the strap on at the girls twicthing slit and rubs it against the hole… then rubs it against the girls clit… grinding it in smalll circles….. small moans esacpe the girl… then she moves it back to the hole and reaches round and pinches the girls nipples… HARD… the girl screams in surprise and tries to push back to escape the pain…. Red had anticipated that.. and was waiting.. all the girl managed to do was help her own taking…. as she pushed back… Red slammed forward sinking all 10 inches stright in… the gils howls as it smashes into her cervix… then Red begins to thrust…. as she withdraws she spanks the girls ass hard…. you. smack. are smack. mine. smack. and. smack. a. smack. slut. smack smack smack…… The pounding continues….
Outside….. the temperature has dropped to below freezing…. On a boulder 10 metre’s from the house a solitary shadow moves slightly… He ignores the biting cold… He watch’s through the Thermal imaging camera as the Woman that consumes his thoughts fucks the 18 year old to a staggering orgasm…. then Red is sat astride the girls face….. then she is between the girls legs… It goes on and on…. the young girl is forced to pleasure herself on a dildo strapped to a chair… Red comes up with many new and varied ways to both degrade and pleasure the young girl….
In the darkness… the one thing that Red had never seen appeared… a smile briefly plays across his face as he lights another cigarette. He continues to watch… ‘His’ Red..
She wakes and almost leaps from her bed….. she smiles to her self as she bends and moves… the girl was dismissed when she was done…. then she had slept soundly… then she notices a small card on her chair…. as she picks it up she can still feel heat in the chushion… she recognizes the simple neat capitals.
‘WE ARE RARE… PEOLE LIKE YOU AND I…. UNDERSTANDING YOURSELF WILL ALLOW YOU A DEPTH OF VISION MOST WOULD NEVER UNDERSTAND… AND RUN FROM IF THEY DID. TAKE WHAT IS YOURS… NOTHING CAN TOUCH YOU IF YOU DO NOT ALLOW IT… YOU HAVE YOUR OWN POWER WITH YOU ALWAYS… BUT YOU KNOW THAT NOW. DO AS YOU SEE FIT.’
there was no signature… only a string of numbers…. it was a telephone number… in the UK.
She dresses quickly and runs to the checkpoint…. Delta fireteam are gone… the roadblock is now crewed by men in UN berets and there are no guns evident…. ‘He’ is gone…. but had left an invitation… if she choose to accept… With new eyes she scanned the crowds… timid people running thier timid way… to exsist in a timid fashion… a so called ‘Life’ filled with compromise and disappointment… she glances from face to face… sub, sub, sub, dom, then her eyes light on a young woman… something about her stance holds her… subtle body language tells her volumes…. yessss…. you…… she disappears into the crowd….. but does not spot that she is followed….. as she arrives home she glances briefly up the street… but there are only shadows…. or are there?

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Breaking the Cheerleader

Jessica awoke in a daze. She blinked her blue eyes, trying to focus on any shape in the darkness as she struggled to remember where she was. There had been a party last night. She attended with one of the football players from her school. There were drinks and dancing and…nothing.

Fantasm

My Lover, My Master, My Vampire

I was laying there on my bed. I glanced over at the clock; 3 AM. I rolled over on my back and sighed. Some nightmare I couldn’t even remember had freaked me out and woke me up. I over on my side, adjusting my night shirt over my braless, panties body, so that I was more comfortable.
Suddenly, I heard footsteps in my room. I rolled over. Seeing nothing I thought to myself ‘Must just be the dog’ who I knew had a tendency to sleep in my closet. I rolled back over and started to fall back to sleep when I felt a hand clamp over my mouth. I widened my eyes and tried to remove it from my mouth when I felt a voice right next to me. It growled,
“If you remain calm, this will hurt a lot less. If you struggle than you will get hurt. Do you understand?” I nodded, tears streaming down my face. I knew if I tried fighting back, it would only get worse. So I kept my mouth shut. Hoping this wouldn’t take long and he would either kill me quickly or steal my stuff and leave. I felt his hand brush my hair back and he whispered
“Yes, you will make a fine specimen for The Master.” He rolled me onto my stomach, pulling my hands and binding them with some rope. He then bound my ankles. I took in a breath to scream but before I could a strip of duct tape was placed over my mouth.
“I told you not to struggle, bitch.” I watched him pull a rag and a small bottle of chloroform out and he poured some into the rag.
“Lights out, slut.” He clamped the rag over my nose and I lost consciousness.
I awoke later. When I opened my eyes, I wasn’t sure if I had been blindfolded. I could hear an engine running and I figured I was in a car. And judging by how cramped I was, I must’ve been in the trunk. I was about to panic when the car took one more turn and then stopped. I tried to remain calm while inside I panicked. The trunk opened and I could not see anything so I knew I was blindfolded. My attacker scooped me up and threw me over his shoulder. I hear doors opening and I was soon dumped on my ass. I was removed of my blindfold and duct tape. I once again felt his breath on my ear as he spoke.
“Keep your head down and your mouth shut.” I muttered under my breath,
“Bastard.”, hoping he wouldn’t hear. Unfortunately he did and he hit me upside my head. I heard a set of double doors open and a voiced announced,
“Presenting Master Drake!” I wanted so bad to look up at the sick bastard who ordered my capture but I couldn’t. I quickly glanced my eyes up enough to see his clothes and his hands. He wore some kind of black button down shirt and red tie with black pants and black boots. I could hear his footsteps as he strode over to me. He soon stood in front of me. I held his breath, waiting for his reaction to me. He placed his hand under my chin and pulled up, forcing me to look into his magnificent eyes. They were a blue-grey; the color of a sea after a storm. I could see his perfectly chiseled cheeks and jaw line. A few of his short dark curls hung in front of his eyes. He was the most beautiful man I’d ever seen. I swallowed the lump in my throat and held my breath, waiting. He saw my nervousness and smirked. He stood up and spoke to the man behind me.
“This gentile flower is surely the most beautiful girl.” hearing those words, I blushed. I had never felt like the most beautiful girl. I had tended to feel ugly a lot of my life. You see I had always been more on the heavy side. I was bullied constantly in school. And being only 17, my self esteem was practically non-existent. I once again felt Master Drake’s hands on me. Only this time he was reaching behind me and untying my hands and ankles. He helped me stand up and kept me from falling as I was still a little weak. He held me in his well firmed in arms and I felt even weaker in the knees. He spoke to me, gently.
“I’m giving you a choice, you know. You don’t have to stay here. Say the word now and my attendants will bring you home and you can forget all about this. Or you can stay here, with me, forever.” I thought for a moment. Thought about my life back home. I was constantly bullied, my mother ignored me, and my dad had died in combat. I had never felt the touch of a man. Let alone someone so beautiful and oozing of sexuality. I took a deep breath and reluctantly spoke,
“I will stay.” A smile spread across his face. He caressed one cheek with his hand and whispered to me,
“Forget the life you once knew. I am now your future, your present, and the master of your fate. You will speak only when spoken too. And you will call me ‘Master’. Do you understand?” I did not respond. I learned fast
“Respond.” Permission to speak. I replied, barely audible,
“Yes” I stammered on this last word,
“M…Master.” He chuckled.
“That’s my girl. Now the only mystery that remains is what do the angels call you?”
“Rachel.”
“Rachel, a beautiful name for a beautiful girl.” He grabbed my wrist and began pulling me along.
“Now let’s get you cleaned up shall we?” He led me down many hallways and told me the history of the house and his family.
“This house has been in my family for centuries. My great, great grandfather purchased the land in 1812. My parents died when I was 18 and I live a kind of lonely life. Part of that is having no family. The other part; well, I’ll explain the other part later. Ah, here we are.” We stood outside a door.
“This is the bathing area. You clean yourself up while I find you something to wear.” He opened the door and gently shoved me inside. The door closed behind me and I heard it lock. ‘Crap’ I thought to myself. ‘How the hell am I going to get out of here?’ I walked over to one of the showers and turned on the hot water. Letting the scalding water wash over my body seemed to help relax me. I started to lather up my body with a bar of soap.
“What am I going to do?” I muttered to myself.
“I need to get out of here. This guy, handsome as he is, is a psycho.” I finished rinsing off and turned off the water. I noticed a towel waiting for me. I dried myself off and then walked over to the door. I knocked on the door
“Master, are you there?” I heard the lock click and the door opened slightly. He reached his arm in holding a hanger that had a simple black dress on it. I grabbed the dress, expecting a bra and panties next but then I heard him speak
“As long as you live here, you are forbidden from wearing a bra or panties.” I pulled the dress on over my head. Without a bra or panties I felt exposed. Next he handed in a pair of ballet flats. I slipped those on and gave a sigh.
“Are you dressed?”
“Yes, Master.” He opened the door, a slight smirk on his face. I looked away trying to avoid his gaze. He stroked his hand under my chin and forced me to look at him. His eyes were so hypnotic. I felt safe and secure.
“You are beautiful.” He brought his lips to mine. I moved my hands to his chest to refuse him but he probed his tongue into my mouth and I relented to him. All I wanted was his body on mine. He pulled away smiling.
“I knew you would be mine eventually.” He grabbed my hand.
“Come on.” He led me into some sort of parlor room. He gestured to a couch.
“Have a seat.” I followed his orders. He walked over to a cabinet and pulled out a bottle of wine. Pouring two glasses. He brought them over and handed one to me. I took it, my hands trembling. I had never tasted alcohol. I took a small sip. It was sweet with a slight tang to it. He set his glass down on the table. His hand moved to my leg. I felt so exposed, embarrassed. And my human instincts of survival kicked in. I began to cry and I asked him
“Master, please. Why me? You could have any girl you wished, why would you choose an ugly girl like me?” Through my tears I saw his expression become aggravated.
I stammered out an apology.
“I’m sorry master. I spoke out of turn.”
He raised his hand and I flinched waiting for the strike, but it never came. I looked over at his face and he still appeared agitated but his eyes were softer.
“That was a warning. I do not want to hurt you but if you disobey my orders, the consequences will be severe.” I nodded, wiping the tears from my eyes.
“The reason I chose you is because I saw the loneliness in your soul. I wanted to help you, make you feel loved. And remember, I gave you a choice. You chose to stay here with me.” I swallowed the rest of my wine and nodded.
“You may speak.”
“I know I chose to stay with you. And I don’t regret that. I just don’t understand your motives.”
“Come with me.” He led me through the mansion and down some stairs until we came to another door.
“This room will explain everything.” he placed his hand upon the door and spoke in a language I couldn’t understand. The door seemed to open like magic and he led me inside. What I said made me gasp.
There was a giant stone altar in the middle of the room. On that altar lay a black coffin. The only other thing in the room was a painting of a girl on the wall. This painting made me nearly faint. The girl in the painting, she looked exactly like me. I looked to Master with a confused expression on my face.
“Allow me to explain.” He opened his mouth and two fangs shot out of his gums. I stepped back. Partly in fear and partly in shock.
“I am a vampire. I have been alive for 681 years. I was turned when I was 21 in order to save me from the plague. And then in the 1800s when I lived in London I met the most beautiful women I had ever seen. But upon revealing my nature to her, she fled in horror at what I was. But when one of my attendants found you, I knew I had to make you mine. I want you to join me, become my mate for all eternity.” I had to let this all sink in. This man, whoever he was, was a bloodsucking creature of the night. And now he wanted me to be his mate, for all life. I felt like the room was spinning. I backed away from him against a wall.
“No… You…you’re insane! The kidnapping, the sex slavery, I could handle that. But if you think I’m going to believe you’re a vampire, you’re sick.” Out of nowhere I felt his hand strike against my face, knocking me to the floor. I could taste blood in my mouth. He grabbed my shoulders and shook me.
“Listen, bitch! Until this time I have been kind. But that’s over now. You will be mine for eternity whether you like it or not. Until such time you become grateful for what I have given you, you will be treated like an animal.” he pulled a pair of handcuffs from his back pocket and cuffed my hands behind my back. He jerked me up and began shoving me along. The tears were streaming down my face.
“Let’s go.” He forced me to walk until we came to his bed chambers. He dragged me in and threw me on the bed. He went to a bedside table grabbing a shackle and chaining my ankle to one of the bed posts.
“Let me go, you bastard! I’m not your mate and I’m not your whore!” I was answered with another slap to my face.
“SILENCE!” I shut my mouth.
“If you won’t accept your situation then I will treat you like a whore.” He ripped my dress from my body.
He then ripped his own clothes from his body. Revealing his perfectly sculpted abs. And an 8 inch cock that look nearly 3 inches thick. A moan of appreciation escaped my lips. He smiled at my reaction.
He then lay his body on top of mine. Our eyes met and he spoke to me in a low growl.
“I had planned to make our first time together gentile, romantic. But if you wish to be treated like a common whore, then I will.” I opened my mouth to protest but before I could he rammed his tongue in my mouth. He probed around in my mouth. Exploring every little bit of it. He ran his cock up and down the entrance to my cunt. He pulled his mouth away and I let up a slight whimper. He poised himself at my entrance and started pushing himself in. I cried out in agonizing pain. It was too much.
“Ma…master, it’s…its too big. Ah! Please, please stop!!” My pleas fell upon deaf ears. He continued to push into me until he hit that precious barrier.
“No! Please don’t!”
“Shut up! Not only do I intend to take your sweet virginity, I plan on making you mine forever. Whether you like it or not.” I began to cry once again. Begging him not to do this. But my worst fears were come true when he gave a hard thrust into me; tearing my hymen. The pain only lasted a second. Drake began thrusting in and out again. I began to thrash about. Trying to fight him even more. He grabbed my face.
“Look at me.” he growled. My eyes were forcibly transfixed on his hypnotic gaze.
“If you continue to fight me, I will be forced to punish you even more. If you relent yourself to me, I can open up a whole new life for you. Full of passion, romance, and pleasure.” I tried to calm myself down. Relax my breathing until my sobs became soft whimpers. A smile spread across his face.
“That’s my girl.” He continued pushing into me until I felt his whole 8 inches in me. He then began thrusting in and out. Starting slow but picking up speed. I kept trying to resist him but my body soon began to betray me. The pain and hate I felt was replaced by pleasure.
“God Rachel! You’re so tight!” His member was so large I felt like I was going to be split in two. He moved his hands up my waist to my breasts. He gently pinched the nipples, causing me to gasp.
“Master! I’m going to cuuuuuuuum!” I could feel my orgasm building up in me. He continued his relentless pound until finally the climax came. I cried out his name, despite my orders.
“Drake!!” I felt his hot seed gush in me and my juices exploded around his cock. He rolled off of me and my body continued to quiver with echoes of the orgasm. It was the most incredible feeling in the world. Pure bliss. His hand continued to kneed my best. I bit my lip in pleasure. I rolled over to look at him.
“I’m sorry master. I didn’t mean to call you by your name. I’ll understand if you need to punish me.” And I realized then, I was totally in his control. He realized that too. He moved to the bedpost and released my ankle from the shackle.
“Because you realize your mistake, I will let it slide.” He moved me into a spooning position and pulled me close to him. He wrapped his arm around my waist.
“Soon, you will come to accept your true fate. But for now, rest my love.” The tears began to well in my eyes but I slowly relented to sleep.

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A Twist of Fate

A Twist of Fate
It’s funny how, in an instant, one’s entire programming can be shifted. Given the right circumstances, everything that you’ve ever believed, everything that you’ve fought, feared, and resisted can be twisted and morphed into the thing you crave the most. Such was the case with Taja Crawford, who took a frightening journey that would leave her breathless, satisfied in ways she didn’t know existed, and craving much more.
It all started innocently enough, when Taja arrived home late one night from shopping. She dragged her bags through the front door and dropped them at her feet as she reached around to hit the light switch. She’d been out shopping as usual. It had become her hobby of late in an ongoing effort to make herself feel valuable and beautiful. As soon as the door closed behind her, she knew something was wrong. It was pitch black! She remembered pulling into the subdivision and none of the other houses were dark so she figured that there must be a blown fuse somewhere. Her husband had been working around the house for a few days so she thought that he might have accidentally knocked something out.
“Phillip, are you here?” She called out to her husband again and there was no answer. “It just figures that dumb ass wouldn’t be here to fix the mess he made,” she mumbled half under her breath and half aloud. Taja’s anger at her husband was typical, even if he hadn’t done anything specifically wrong; she was going to find a way to blame him for something. Philip was a model husband but Taja’s irrational standards were impossible to meet. She took pleasure in degrading him every chance she got and knowing full well that he would take it. She thought it was nothing less than an honor and a privilege for any man to be with her, that men had an obligation to take anything that she dished out and not say a word. The more she could degrade him, the better she would feel about herself.
Disoriented by the darkness Taja fumbled to find her purse to get her cell phone. Just her luck, the battery had died. That just made her angrier and curse Phillip more, even though he clearly had nothing to do with her phone. Luckily for her, she’d just purchased some brand new candles so all she had to do was let her eyes adjust for a second and find the lighter, which was right on top of the fireplace in the living room.
Before she even had a chance to get her bearings . . . the unimaginable happened. It was every woman’s worst nightmare and it was happening in her own home. She felt the hands, the pressure, the pain, the fear overcome her body in a split second. Taja was grabbed and immobilized, her arms pulled around behind her as she cried out, “Nooooooooo. STOP,” but her cries were muffled by a black leather gloved hand over her mouth. She was pushed against the front door and she felt the air being forced out of her lungs. She fought, struggling with her assailant, trying to resist him but she was quickly overpowered. Her mind was racing, she was praying, she was planning a strategy for escape all at the same time. She was in a panic. Her fear was soon displaced by rage as she hated this person for invading her home and was filled with the desire to exact revenge, even in her current helpless state. She fought with all her might but she was overpowered as her limbs began to fatigue. She was no match for her assailant.
In a matter of seconds, she had calmed down enough to know that she was going to have to use her wits to get out of this situation. With his hand still firmly against her mouth, she tried to get some image of what this person looked like. Could it be someone that she knew? Was it a total stranger? Fear coursed through every vein in her body as she imagined it was one of her cyber lovers. She’d spent many late nights cheating online, chatting with men in explicit sexual language in an attempt to add some spice to her life, to taunt Phillip and prove to him that she could have any man she wanted. She’d been careless, sharing exaggerated, intimate details about her life in order to make herself seem more affluent than she really was. Maybe one of those men had come to do unspeakable sexual acts on her. Tears were burning in her eyes and a lump formed in her throat, making it nearly impossible to swallow. The adrenaline pumping in her body was causing her to sweat and her legs felt like gelatin.
Her attacker leaned in close and whispered, “Shhhhhhh,” and Taja nodded very calmly to indicate that she understood. As soon as he removed his hand, something was stuffed in her mouth and then a handkerchief or scarf of some sort was tied in place. Her first reaction was to try to scream to get a gauge of how much sound she could make through the material but she held off. She didn’t know if this person had a gun or a knife and what his intentions were so she played it cool until she could devise a plan. He placed a silk blindfold over her eyes and she was struck by his gentle touch. She noticed how he gently lifted her hair to secure the blindfold and the soft lingering touches he gave to her face. She felt the cold metal of a pair of handcuffs being put on her wrists. She needed to know what he wanted to do so she would have to gain his confidence enough to let her speak so she played the part of a scared victim but she was actually using her skills as an actress to make him think that she was incapable of escape.
The strange attacker led Taja down the hall to the spare bedroom and closed the door and locked it behind them. Her heart dropped when she thought about what had happened to her husband. Phillip wasn’t just your average good guy; he was a great guy. He owned his own handyman repair business, not glamorous but it paid the bills. He bought Taja her dream house and he didn’t even complain when he had no say in picking out anything, nothing, not one single thing for the house. He bent over backwards to be nice to Taja’s meddling sisters and her mother. Phillip went to church every Sunday even when Taja felt like she had more important things to do, like shop. He cooked, he cleaned, he even volunteered with disadvantaged youth, he would never cheat and he worked hard to provide for his wife. His only flaw, to Taja, was not being edgy enough. She saw the good qualities in Phillip but she wanted flash, she wanted a bad boy. Certainly, Phillip would never allow anything to happen to her, she knew he loved her with all his heart. She pushed the horrendous thought out of her mind about how her husband and the intruder might have struggled and fought, Phillip losing only to a bullet or knife wound, fighting to protect his wife. She didn’t hate Phillip, she didn’t want anything bad to happen to him, she just wanted him not to take her shit all the time; she wanted to be the wife of someone dangerous. It really wasn’t his fault that he was average.
The adrenaline was pumping in Taja’s veins and she was acutely aware of everything going on around her. Whatever happened, whatever was to happen, Taja maintained her senses and waited for her opportunity to escape.
The spare bedroom wasn’t even a room that she and Phillip usually used. It was for guests when they came to spend the night; the only time it was ever really used was when Phillip slept there once in a while to keep from angering Taja with his presence. The stranger led Taja to the middle of the room, and in a split second, Taja’s arms were hoisted above her head and attached to some sort of cable that was secured to the ceiling. It was the most unbelievably painful and uncomfortable sensation she had ever experienced. Taja was barely standing on her tiptoes and her arms were stretched to the point of excruciating pain. She was trying to balance herself and she felt herself flailing about like a rag doll. Her fight or flight instinct took over and she began crying uncontrollably. She felt her tears stream down her cheeks only to be absorbed by the handkerchief around her mouth. She tried to “feel” his presence in the room. He had moved back and was just listening to her muffled cries. She thought for a second that the end was near and everything would be over shortly. In her mind, she said her goodbyes and repented for her sins and waited for her untimely demise. What could have been seconds, what was probably minutes, but felt more like hours passed. The pain in her arms was unbearable; her legs ached from trying to relieve the pressure but her feet could barely reach the floor. Maybe he was going to leave her there to die, she thought; the victim of starvation, dehydration and torture.
Unexpectedly, he released the cable that suspended her from the floor and let her stand. Her arms were still above her head but the tension had been lessoned to the point where she could move them slightly. Taja was grateful to him for sparing her such pain and she realized that he had won one battle; he had made her appreciative of his small act of kindness.
He moved around in front of her and she could feel his body heat close to her. She felt his hands on her sides and run down to her full hips. He began caressing her breasts and sheer terror shot through her. Without notice, he ripped her blouse open, tearing it like it was nothing. Her breathing was heavy, knowing he was probably standing before her, aroused, but she was helpless to do anything about it. The telltale sign of the cold steel blade of a knife was pressed against her breasts as she froze. He cut away her bra and the remaining portions of her blouse until she stood topless. Having removed his gloves, he began caressing her neck, planting gentle, tender kisses on the nape of her neck and her collarbone. He licked gently, he kissed softly; from her ears to her shoulders and not missing a spot in between. His soft tongue licked up to her ear and he began blowing softly. His fingers stroked her flesh as he sucked the tender spot that always made Taja wet.
Rage coursed through Taja’s body. The unspeakable was about to happen. He was going to violate her, take from her something he had no right to take. For years, she had fantasized about being “raped”. Without regard for what the word actually meant, she fantasized that violent aggressive sex, that a man “taking” her, actually symbolized that she was more desirable than other women. The reality was vastly different.
Her mind was spinning, trying to reconcile the unadulterated fear coursing through her body and her arousal. She was searching for some way to make sense of the fact that while she was angered and scared she was actually enjoying this man kissing her sweet spot. He was making love to her neck with his mouth, licking and kissing and caressing her passionately. She shook her head to shake the thought that here she was, standing bare breasted and restrained by a total stranger, and on some level she was enjoying it. She was actually enjoying the sensation, it was giving her pleasure and it served to distract her from the pain in her arms that were still secured above her head and the anger of being assaulted. She was desperate to move her arms; her restraint was painful, both physically and psychologically.
In an act of kindness, her assailant unfastened the handkerchief around her face and removed the gag from her mouth. Taja immediately began pleading for her life, trying to talk rationally with the man. He didn’t say a word; he gently placed his fingers to her lips to indicate to her that he wanted her to be quiet. Taja froze, and bargained. “I’ll be quiet if you let my arms down a little, they hurt so badly. Please.”
He ignored her pleas as his fingertips began to gently trace her nipples, softly circling her breasts. Her erect nipples stood out from her body, proudly almost, betraying the fact that she actually enjoyed the stimulation. When he lowered his mouth to her tits, a small groan could be heard emanating from her throat. He filled his hands with her breasts and he held them to his mouth. Taja was outdone and began slightly thrusting back and forth, showing barely detectable signs of sexual arousal. She was enjoying his ministrations a little too much for her comfort. He began sucking a little harder and Taja bit her lip to keep from moaning. He started biting her nipples and it was as if it was sending shots of electricity directly to her clit. Her brain was misfiring, somehow causing her to experience the sensation as pleasure. She could feel moisture developing between her legs, the throb of arousal in her pussy. Taja was confused and determined to control her own desire. She was always in control and she was going to do whatever she had to do to keep her pussy from getting wet.
Even the best laid plans need room for variables. As Taja was trying to control her arousal, and the man before her was licking, sucking and biting her hard nipples, she experienced a sensation that would send her mind and body reeling. Her arms were beginning to numb, a dull ache had set in, and she was almost able to tune out the pain when she was jolted by a pain that transformed her focus. Nipple clamps were applied to her aroused nipples as her captor began to pull a chain attached to them. He was toying with her, alternating between softly caressing her breasts and roughly pulling the chain that was attached to the clamps. Taja wasn’t able to hide her arousal, she was moaning in pleasure and in pain. He took what felt like to be a riding crop and began gently slapping her tits. Taja was undone; she felt every sting as pleasure.
Without notice, he stopped, causing Taja’s mind to spin out of control with questions. “What is he thinking, what is he planning, what was he doing?” As soon as he stopped the assault on her breasts, she was reminded of the pain in her arms, still suspended from the ceiling. Within seconds, the cable that held her arms in the air was released enough to let her arms fall completely. He massaged them for a few minutes, taking the opportunity to massage and lick her breasts as well. This time, without the gag, it was impossible for Taja to hide the fact that she was aroused; her moans were audible and guttural. Her arms were burning and sore and his massage felt delicious.
He pushed her to her knees and circled her like a lion stalking its prey. Still unable to see anything, there was no mistaking the sounds of his zipper being lowered. Taja waited, anxious to be thrown into the next phase of arousal and stimulation. She couldn’t deny to herself that she was experiencing pleasure in ways that she had never imagined possible. The restraint, the pain, the fact that it was a total stranger controlling her fate . . . all turned Taja on and she was craving more sensation. When it was all over, when she would tell the tale later, she would deny her arousal, now; she was going to bathe in the nasty and sensual feelings that had been awakened in her.
She felt the tip of his dick against her lips. He held it there, neither one of them making a move to initiate any action. Ever so detectably, he began rubbing it on her lips. The salty, semi-sweet precum that had formed on the head of his dick painted her lips and her first instinct was to lick the fluid away but she remained like a statue, not wanting to scare her captor or cause him to get antsy. He began to stroke his hard dick and she could hear him moaning. He put his thumb in her mouth and continued stroking his dick. Taja was confused. He could easily have shoved his dick in her mouth and there wasn’t much she could do about it. She swallowed the saliva that had collected in her mouth and realized that it simulated a sucking action. He groaned loudly.
He took his thumb out of her mouth and he grabbed a hand full of her hair. Taja let out a yelp and he pulled her hair even tighter in his grip. His breathing was getting more labored and he had now begun to push the head of his dick between her lips. For the first time, Taja wanted to please her home invader. She wanted him to be pleased with her oral skills, to consider her sexy and to want her. Being objectified was her drug of choice and she was high and addicted to the sensation.
The man with his dick in her mouth wasn’t interested in her thoughts and reflections, he was going to fuck her mouth and she wasn’t going to have much say in the matter. He pushed his dick in to her mouth and he stood perfectly still. Taja imagined that he was equally as afraid of losing an appendage as she was afraid of what he might do if she accidentally bit him. Taja wanted to control the action, she wanted to give him a blowjob the way she wanted to do it but that was not to be. He knew what he wanted and he communicated it to her without saying a word. He controlled the pace; he controlled the action. When he wanted her to lick, he pulled her head back, when he wanted her to suck, he shoved his dick in her mouth to the base. He grabbed the back of her head and used her mouth for his pleasure. She could feel every vein, every ridge against her tongue as he face-fucked her. She gagged and choked as he forced the head of his erection down her throat and it seemed to turn them both on.
Taja was enjoying the rough treatment. She was aroused by the way this man was using her and she was stimulated by the fact that he didn’t really let her control the action. She got into the blowjob and started trying to give him pleasure like she’d never done to anyone in the past. It was important for her self-esteem to think of herself as an object of desire and she got into sucking and licking like never before. It was the sloppiest, wettest, loudest blowjob she had ever given and even found herself moaning and enjoying it. It was as if she didn’t have to pretend to be reserved anymore, like she had been conditioned to be; she could be a wanton, sexual slut, and that thought sent chills up her normally judgmental and conservative spine. She rationalized that he was forcing her to behave in this whorish manner and she let go of whatever beliefs that told her she was being a bad girl, she wanted to be naughty and, dare she admit it, submissive.
She felt the head of his dick pounding her throat and she didn’t tense up, she went with the sensation. He got thicker and harder in her mouth as he fucked her mouth more. Taja’s hands were rubbing her pussy through her pants and her attacker was making noises like a wounded animal. He grabbed her by the throat and restricted her air. The rougher he treated her, the more moisture soaked her panties. She was being held captive by a man she didn’t know and she was more trusting of him than she had been with all of her previous lovers.
“Shit,” he cried out, the first word he had uttered all night, and he backed away.
Taja was dazed and caught off guard. In the frenzy of her arousal, she had almost forgotten that he was a real individual. Why had he stopped? Had she done something wrong? She hated herself for wanting him not to stop. Had he shot his load on and not wanted to do it in her mouth? Visions of his dick, shooting cum on the floor as he stood over her, stroking it, enraged her. “Damn you, you son of a bitch. Let me go, RIGHT NOW! You’ll be sorry for this.” She really wanted to beg for his cum in her mouth but she knew not to say another word. She was on fire and it was impossible to deny at that point. She began to plead with him again to let her go but in the back of her mind she wanted to experience just a little bit more erotic torture.
He pulled her to her feet and removed her pants. With painstaking slowness, he pulled them down over her full hips and tossed them to the side. Taja stood motionless, afraid to move, not sure of the reasons why. Her attacker led her to the bed and secured the handcuffs to the headboard. She was laying face down and he made her get on her knees. Taja was embarrassed to be so exposed, so vulnerable yet so aroused. Again, he left her there for a few minutes in silence and in darkness.
She felt the bed shift as he climbed on with her. His hands began caressing her back gently, massaging her sore arm muscles again. Everything he did, he did with such tenderness and care, and it was at that moment that she first thought that her attacker could actually be her husband. “Phillip, is that you? Let me go. Stop this, this isn’t funny.”
If it was her husband, if it was Phillip, he would surely let her go, he knew she was really in control, he knew that whatever she said was the final word. That belief was shattered when she felt the sting of a sharp slap on her ass. The pain rattled her sense of reality and traveled up and down her spine. Phillip would never defy a direct order from her let alone be so aggressive. She began to panic again. Had she underestimated this perpetrator? Reality sunk in and she began to sob uncontrollably. “Please, please let me go,” she cried.
“Count,” he said.
While Taja was wondering what he intended for her to count, she felt the sharp sting of another blow on her ass. It took of few seconds for her brain to comprehend and she was able to eek out, “One,” not sure if that was the correct response or not, just going with her gut. He followed the slap to her ass with soft kisses to her disciplined flesh. His hands massaged her breasts, rubbed her clit and soothed her sexy round bottom. She felt decidedly masculine hands caress the tender flesh of her ass. His hands were kneading her body and gently stroking her thighs and back. His fingers separated her butt cheeks and he ran them lightly over her asshole. Taja froze in terror. The man responsible for her restraint then slid his fingers down to her soaking wet pussy and rubbed her swollen clit. Taja was pissed, embarrassed, and annoyed at herself for being aroused. She wanted and needed to regain control so she began talking again, trying to hide her true feelings, begging to be let go.
The next blow came without warning and she cried out “Owwwww,” as tears formed in her eyes. She remembered to say “Two,” and lay her head on the pillow as an act of exhaustion, both physical and mental. What followed was more caressing and more spanking, more fingering and more counting, more tender touches and searing pain combined. She felt his hands caressing the tender and heated flesh of her ass. The more he caressed, the wetter her pussy became. He would rub her sore nipples and spank her butt and thighs. It was torture; erotic, sensual, heavenly torture. Her head was reeling; it wasn’t supposed to feel pleasurable. She wasn’t supposed to be enjoying this. The stinging was registering in her brain as bliss and she was tormented by the fact that each slap was followed by him gently rubbing her clit to near orgasm. She began to look forward to each slap, to him bringing her closer and closer to fierce explosion every time. By the time she got to twenty, she was experiencing each slap as pleasure, each sting was ecstasy. Her pussy was dripping and her clit was throbbing and she was desperate to cum.
Without warning, she felt the softness of a tongue licking her soaking wet pussy. “Noooo, she cried out, not sure why she was saying it; she truly didn’t want him to stop. She was trying to stop him from having more control over her and the fact that he was teasing her with such expertise. She was pulling against her restraints, and trying to fight her own orgasm as he licked her from front to back.
There was no stopping him; he was going to make her cum and cum hard. She fought it with her mind but her body was betraying her intentions. She had been so aroused for so long, she was at the brink of sensual release. Ecstasy washed over her body and his lips gently sucked her clit as his tongue fucked her hole. He lapped and licked, nibbled and sucked and made her grind her pussy on his face. She moaned in the pillow and begged him not to stop.
She felt the head of his dick rubbing her pussy. She was beyond the point of rational thought. Like a light switch going off in her head, she realized that the life of control and rules she had lived by were mere illusions. She wanted to be fucked, fucked good, fucked hard, and fucked long. She needed to be fucked. She heard the words coming out of her mouth but they sounded like they were coming from someone else. They sounded like they were coming from a wounded animal. “Fuuuuuck meeeee pleeeeease.”
Time froze. In an instant, the handcuffs were released and a small nightlight was turned on. She could tell her captor got off the bed and stood back, waiting for her to make a move. She kept her head in the pillow with her ass in the air, not moving an inch. She knew she should get up and run but she couldn’t. She wanted to turn around and see the face of her captor. She remained frozen. She said it again, this time aware that she could no longer claim to being forced to do anything. “Fuck me.”
The ringing in her ears and the desperation in her wet pussy drove her to say the words that she wouldn’t have thought possible two hours earlier. She felt the head rub from her clit to her asshole and she arched backwards, trying to get him to penetrate her. She was desperate to feel that sensation of him hitting bottom deep inside her. She needed to feel full with his hardness, the ecstasy that a woman can only feel when a big hard dick is filling her, stretching her, pounding her. It was a strange twist of fate that had her craving the very sensation that she had fought all her life to deny. She wanted to be submissive, to let go of all the stereotypes and standards that told her that she had to be a strong black woman that didn’t put up with anything, that called all the shots. She realized that her freedom was in letting go, was in letting someone else have the reins of control and it had nothing to do with her being weak, it was simply a shift in power. She was tired of pretending that she had to be everything to everyone, she was tired of needing to feel like a bitch. In that moment she wanted to surrender to sensations that she had no control over and she craved that release.
“Say it again,” he said again calmly.
In a surreal declaration, she said the words that released her from her invisible bonds. “Now! Please! Fuck me!”
With those words, he took the head of his dick and placed it at the head of her asshole. Anal sex was something she’d done before but it had been a long time ago, with boyfriends that insisted she had to do it to prove that she loved them. It’d been many years since she even thought about doing it and fear paralyzed her body. She wasn’t even sure she could take it. There was no doubt in her mind that it was going to hurt. Why then, was her body screaming out for this stranger to do it? She wanted to feel like she was giving him the ultimate symbol of her submission to him.
Exquisitely slow and with exhausting skill, her captor managed to get the head inserted with no pain at all. Taja was sweating and her musky scent was reminiscent of a wild animal but it was sexy and primal. The fact that just the head of his dick was inside her was driving her out of her mind. She started pushing back and driving more meat inside her backdoor. The sensation of being filled like that was causing her to grunt and moan. It was as if she couldn’t breath and every millimeter shoved inside her felt like miles of orgasmic pleasure. Teeth marks were embedded in the pillowcase and her hands gripped the sheets tightly. Through it all, he wouldn’t move and inch; he let her control the penetration. It was only when she reached between her legs to rub her clit that she realized that he was completely buried inside her. She’d past her threshold of pleasure and it was time for some fast and furious fucking.
Taja had to grab the headboard to keep her head from being rammed. In an instant, he was fucking her senseless. She pushed back; he pumped harder. Every inch of his dick was driven deep inside her and she adored the sensation. Rockets went off inside her head and she was outside herself. Taja was now another person, another woman who had no fears, no inhibitions. She needed to get fucked and she wasn’t afraid to ask for it all night long. He grabbed her hips; she rubbed her clit. He was moaning, she was groaning. She came without him missing a beat and he kept fucking her through her orgasm. Sweat formed on both of them and they grunted and groaned like wild animals. They fucked into the night until Taja passed out from pleasure and exhaustion.
The morning came and sunlight filtered through the blinds. Taja awoke, her arms and legs and ass were sore. The smells of eggs and coffee were coming up the stairs. Phillip entered the room and held out her robe. “Breakfast is ready.”
She stood on shaky feet, still weak from the incredible fuck she had gotten and the restraint her body had endured. “We need to talk . . .” Her words were cut off with the familiar finger that has silenced her the night before.
Phillip had no words to explain his behavior or his actions. He, too, had been struggling with his perceived role as doormat versus being a “man” and he had devised this plan to show his wife who was the boss. While he had done it for her he had come to some personal revelations of his own. If being the boss meant that he had to be someone that was unnatural to him, he wanted no parts of that. He stood his ground as he waited for her verbal assault, quite sure she was going to go back to full bitch mode.
Never having had a previous occasion to be humble, Taja was rendered speechless. Her journey to self-discovery started with a paralyzing fear and ended with a frightening revelation. She let Phillip help her on with her robe. She rested her head on his shoulder and he put his arms around her. She’d lost a piece of herself and found it in losing control. There was no turning back, only relinquishing old beliefs in a strange twist of fate.
Copyright 2008 AfroerotiK

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