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Breaking Cain

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Club Fatale

Club Fatale
Chapter One – The Trip
I woke on the morning of my trip with an excitement that I had not felt since the days of my youth. It was the kind of joy that a boy feels on Christmas morning, just before he rushes downstairs to see if Santa Clause left presents for him. And he knows instinctively that great and wondrous things were waiting for him.
Today was that day.
All my forty years of life had led me to this. High school. College. Business school. Six-figure salary. My first million. And on and on. But all of that paled in comparison to thrill that I was feeling today. As I packed my bags, I struggled desperately to restrain the excitement that was threatening to tear me apart.
“You’re really leaving, aren’t you, daddy?”
I turned to the sweet brunette that stood in the doorway to my bedroom. Sixteen and slender, with long legs and a trim waist, she made quite the picture.
But no, I wasn’t thinking of my daughter, Jacqueline, in that way. Not at all.
“Sweetie, I have a very important business trip,” I said. “I don’t want to leave you, but you know my responsibilities.”
“Of course, daddy,” she said. “Have a nice trip.”
She kissed me and left.
I gathered my things and was about to call for Kelly, my driver. Just then, I remembered the case in my safe. I couldn’t leave without that. It would be necessary when I reached my final destination.
All the way to the airport, I could think of nothing but my destination. Even the normally arousing thoughts of Kelly’s legs, lips and tits couldn’t hold my attention.
When I arrived at the airport, I saw the private jet that had been sent for me. Two very attractive blondes met me as I boarded. Jana and Karina. I learned that they were both Swedish, both sisters and that both had been sent specifically for me.
We took off for the Island.
“We expect a flight time of three hours and twenty minutes, Mr. Anderson,” Jana said. Or was it Karina? They weren’t twins, but it was still hard to tell them apart. It was Jana, I decided. She smiled at me. “Would you like some refreshing champagne to wet your whistle? Or a refreshing pair of lips?”
“The lips sound better,” I said.
Jana went down on me right there. Her luscious lips slurped me inside and pleasured me with a sweet vacuum. As she did, Karina came up behind me and caressed my shoulders. I held off for almost ten minutes before filling Jana’s mouth with come. She pulled off and smiled up at me, her lips flecked with white.
“I can’t believe that just happened,” I said.
“We were told to take care of you in every way possible,” Karina said.
“And,” Jana continued. “Our masters demand obedience from us. We aspire to be very good slut slaves.”
“Does that mean that you are obedient to me?” I asked.
“Most definitely, Master,” Jana said while caressing my cock. “Give either of us a command and we will obey.”
“Then I want Karina on her knees and sucking my cock like you just did. And I want you on your back, licking your sister’s pussy.”
Smiling, the sisters performed for me. I tried many different positions. In fact, I was fucking Karina’s pussy and bouncing her up and down on my cock as we arrived and landed on the island.
Chapter Two – The Forbidden Island
“Mr. Anderson? Mr. Evan Anderson, it is so good to finally meet you, sir!”
The man who greeted me was a few years older than me and heavier, with prematurely white hair and piercing blue eyes. He was English, as evidenced by his accent.
We shook hands.
“Jana and Karina treated you well, I take it?”
“Ah, yes,” I said. “Most agreeably.”
“Good, good,” the man said. “I would so dislike having to punish them, at least before it is their time. After all, punishment should be enjoyed by all!”
“And your name is, sir?” I asked.
“Oh, so sorry, my dear chap,” he said. “You can call me Mr. Lloyd, sir. Former Royal Navy Commander.”
“And you are a client, here?” I asked.
“We call them owners,” Lloyd said, “for the clients do indeed own the Club and the Island. And no, I am not an owner, merely the administrator of this facility. Jana! Karina! Take Mr. Anderson’s bags to his bungalow.”
The two girls each took a bag and headed off happily, their shapely calves flashing in the evening light of the tropical paradise.
We both watched them go.
“You do have the payment, Mr. Anderson?” Lloyd prompted.
“Right here, Mr. Lloyd,” I said.
“Oh, it’s just Lloyd, sir,” he said. “And thank you, very much!” He opened the briefcase and surveyed the money. “Everything seems to be in order. Quite a tidy sum, isn’t it?”
“Ten million dollars,” I said. “I do hope your facilities are worth it.”
“Oh, I wouldn’t worry, sir,” Lloyd assured me. “You’ll find them quite stimulating. And Jana and Karina will be at your disposal, quite literally, during your stay here.”
“Tell me about the island, Mr. Lloyd.” I said.
“What do you wish to know?”
“Everything,” I said. “From the beginning.”
“From the beginning?” he asked. “Very well, then. This little island, which the Commodore has somewhat dramatically named ‘the Forbidden Island’ is the home to Club Fatale: the world’s one and only snuff resort. Absolutely any woman that you dream of can be found here, or procured for you. And she will be yours, absolutely, to do with as you wish. Fuck her, beat her, enslave her or snuff her, it’s all up to you: you are truly limited only by your desires and your whim. Even our staff is available for the pleasure of the owners.”
“And I could carry this out however I wish, Mr. Lloyd?” I asked. “And to whomever I wish? Say, to her, for example.”
I pointed to a young lady walking towards us. She had fiery red hair and a tennis racket in one hand. She wore a short white skirt and a cotton blouse. A tight black collar was wound about her neck. She looked as if she were on her way for some practice. As she got closer, I could read her nametag: Patricia.
The girl stopped when I pointed. Her face fell at my look and she put her hands behind her back and hung her head in a sort of submissive pose.
“Of course you would be allowed to, sir,” Lloyd said. “We aim to please. But I must caution you. It will take some time to learn the finer points of snuffing, sir. There are classes to be taken and tests to be passed, after which time you will be granted full membership and accorded status in the Club. And, of course, you must respect the property of others. Any girl wearing a black collar is the property of the Club and is, therefore, free for use. Excessive snuffing of the staff will bring cautions and eventually warnings from myself or the Commodore. But you can safely expect that a girl per week is well within limitations, with unrestricted sexual use. Any girl wearing a colored collar is off limits unless express permission is given by her owner. Which I don’t think will be a problem with most owners, sir. Most are free with their girls’ attentions. Just don’t ask to snuff them; it’s an insult unless invited. White-collars, of course, are the most important to look out for.”
“What does the white mean?” I asked.
“It signifies that the girl is one of the Commodore’s personal concubines. Under no circumstances are you to dally with a white-collar unless the Commodore himself allows and wishes you to. Which would be a rare treat, indeed.”
“I see,” I said. I put my fingers to the chin of the redheaded girl. “It would be a thrill to snuff her, right here and now
”
The girl looked at me, her eyes filled with dread. Still, her body pose was submissive.
“But, I suppose that you are right, Mr. Lloyd,” I said, finally. “I shouldn’t jump in head first.”
“As you say, sir,” Lloyd responded. He nodded and the girl continued on her way, an extra spring in her step.
As we kept walking, I was treated to many exotic sights. Beautiful girls from all over the world were present, lounging in the pools, playing indoor and outdoor games with several patrons of the Club.
One and all, the girls were beautiful.
“And where do you get such fine ladies, Mr. Lloyd?”
“Our source of Femmes — that’s what we call them, for obvious reasons — is a world-wide system of criminal enterprises. Brothels, of course, are a prime source. Sex traffickers also provide many fine Femmes. But we do a large amount of recruiting from colleges and universities all around the world. The Femmes never know that they are being recruited as snuff-puppets, of course. The tennis player we met, Trisha, she was a medical student at Dartmouth. She believed that she was being recruited for medical missionary work in South Africa. We appropriated her. On paper, she had a run in with the soldiers of a local dictator and was unfortunately killed.”
I was silent as we walked down to the beach. Several large bonfires were already being prepared. I asked Lloyd what for and he told me that there was a party tonight: BBQ, drinking and girls. Lots of girls.
We stopped at the bar for an early drink and were served by a black-collar with midnight hair and tanned skin that spoke of her Caribbean ancestry.
“I think I’ll take a blowjob with my drink
” I said, struggling to read her nametag.
“Sophia.”
Quickly, the dark-haired woman knelt and embraced me with her lips.
“She’s a fine specimen, sir,” Lloyd said. “One of our best when it comes to oral stimulation. I snuffed her sister myself, just last week. Tossed her right into the fire, just over there, hands and feet bound after the best blowjob of my life. She screamed like the very devil, while Sophia there cleaned my cock with her lips.”
I thought about the deliciousness of seeing something like that as I came in the brunette’s mouth. She choked on my come.
“Back to work, lass,” Lloyd said. “I need another tequila.”
Sophia hurried to prepare a drink for the man who had murdered her sister.
Just then, two men passed by with three women in tow. The younger man stopped and spoke.
“Lloyd!” he said. “Long time, no see, mate. How’s it going?”
“Just great, sir!” Lloyd said. “Jacob, I want you to meet Mr. Evan Anderson. Mr. Anderson, this is Mr. Jacob Nelson. His distinguished companion is Mr. Dan Gates.”
“Call me Jake,” the younger man said.
“Dan,” the white-haired man said.
“Evan,” I responded, and shook hands with both.
Behind Jake was a sumptuous blonde woman in a yellow dress. I noticed that she was wearing a blue collar. She had devastating good looks and sultry eyes and I wagered that she was a handful in bed.
Dan Gates had a pair of brunettes that bore red collars about their necks. They were petite, but had beautiful faces just right for fucking. They wore red blouses, short skirts and black fuck-me heels.
“Mr. Nelson has been abroad for several weeks,” Lloyd informed me. “Somewhere in the middle east, I believe. Somewhere that there are no women to speak of.”
“I made it back just in time,” Jacob said. “It’s Bonfire Night, tonight.”
“What is Bonfire Night?” I asked.
“Best night of the week, sir,” Lloyd said.
Jacob winked at me. “I don’t know if you’d believe me, Evan. You’ll just have to see for yourself. But Lloyd’s right, it’s a great time!”
I chatted with Lloyd, Dan and Jacob until Bonfire Night began. I discovered that Jake had been a member in the Club for only a couple of years. He was one of the newest, while Dan Gates was one of the original ten members of the club. The blonde’s name was Kelly. The brunettes were Teri and Tori.
Before I knew it, Bonfire Night started.
As the fires were lit, a young brunette girl was brought out. Her clothes were quickly torn away from her and she was passed from man to man. She made a pretty sight, as she rode each patron’s cock for a minute or two.
“Are you going to participate, Evan?” Jacob asked.
“I thought I’d just watch the first time,” I responded. I didn’t really know how it worked here.
“Then could you do me a favor?”
“Sure,” I said.
“Watch Kelly for me,” he said. “She likes to run away if I leave her unattended, and I just have to join in. Feel free to use her how you like.”
Jacob quickly joined the horde of men enjoying themselves by abusing the girl. They crowded around her, fucking her holes and rubbing her tits and body. She was bent over and her face was fucked mercilessly.
More patrons gathered around her, rubbing the girl’s face and lips with cocks and fucking her throat until she cried out and nearly suffocated. Finally they knelt her in the sand and bukkaked her face in groups of twos and threes. There were nearly thirty men there, all of them with raging hard-ons.
“Last call!” one man yelled out.
He pulled her head back and held her for the others, as they dumped loads of semen onto her until her mouth filled up and overflowed.
The girl struggled, but with one man holding her face up and another pinching her nose, it was clear that she was doomed. She sputtered and spit, but more semen was ejaculated on her face every few seconds, and each time a man turned away, spent, another took his place with a hard, semen-filled cock.
Finally, the convulsing brown-haired girl was still. She had drowned in the horde’s jizm, her knees in the sand. The men cheered her sacrifice and a pointed steel spit was brought out. In no time, the girl was impaled upon it and stretched out over the fire to roast. She was declared the queen of the night, the feast of honor.
It was all utterly fascinating to me.
As I watched, I fucked Kelly. The buxom girl bounced up and down on my cock, then knelt to finish me with a blowjob. She sucked the come from my shaft just as the brunette girl breathed her last.
Dan finished with his load in Teri’s waiting mouth and Lloyd ejected his come into the borrowed Tori’s pussy.
Jacob returned, covered in sweat.
I was still staring at the girl, unable to take my eyes off of her. “Who was she?” I asked Jacob when he returned.
“Beverly, I think,” Jacob said. “She had a way with her mouth, let me tell you!”
“Poor cousin Beverly,” Kelly said with a tear in her eye.
I looked at Kelly and my cock grew hard again. Had I really come in the mouth of this beautiful blonde as her brunette cousin was snuffed? I shook my head at the surreal nature of this wondrous place.
I watched Kelly’s lithe cousin as she roasted on the spit, rotated by two female chefs who continually prodded her body to make sure she would be evenly done.
Into the night, I drank and ate Beverly stakes.
Jacob declared them the best he had had in his life and offered some to Kelly, who merely shook her head and cried. In the end, Jacob face-fucked Kelly and came on her lips as he ate the last of her cousin’s meat.
We all chatted and Dan passed his girls around. I got to fuck Teri and Tori that night and Kelly, again. I luxuriated in her tears as I ejaculated into her pussy.
More girls were brought out to be face-fucked and raped. Several were snuffed.
Finally, I returned to my bungalow and fucked Jana and Karina deep into the night, high on the depravities that I had witnessed on the wonderful Forbidden Island.

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Blinding Lust 3 : Revelation

Blinding Lust 3 : Revelation
Natalia woke up to loud knock on the door…she looked around, and it was still dark…then the loud knock again…panicked, she jumped out of bed almost stumbling as she walked to the door…and there stood Lord Cedric, more handsome than even, Natalia just froze, couldn’t believe that a man could get more handsome before one’s eyes…and she find herself wondering if she’ll ever gonna get used to his handsomeness…then he spoke, and she smelled liquor…”Why is this room locked?” he said firmly but obviously drunk…Natalia was shocked but found herself on defensice mode…”I’m sorry sir, I dont know how it happened but it wasn’t me who locked the door…besides, why would it bother you…your room is across the hall…and pardon me sir, but isn’t it inappropriate for you to be knocking on a lady’s room this late hours?” realization hit her, Natalia felt scared…:”why would he be knocking on her door in the first place?”, she thought.
he looked bewildered…she saw a hint of rage in his eyes but faded quickly as he spoke shyly yet composes…”I’m sorry Ms. Acres…wrong room…” just like that, he turned around and walked swaying towards his room…
Natalia watched him for a while but closed her door before he reached the bridge that connects the east and west wings of the mansion…she then leaned on the door and felt empty, which confused her…as she the the bed, she was again shocked, she never noticed that the sheets were changed into velvet maroon…then memories of the dream filled her mind…she walked slowly as she felt her body burning with desire…she shook her head trying to dismiss the thought…thankfully she felt sleepy…she felt so weak all of a sudden…collapsing on the bed, she fell into a dreamless sleep…
…..morning.
Natalia ate her breakfast absent-mindedly…she kept thinking of that dream she had…and as she did, she felt something burning inside her…she kept wondering who could that person in her dreams be…and this irritates her…being confused and jittery not knowing irritates her the most…then her thoughts moved to the untiming and inappropriate visit she had from Lord Cedric…and she began to get more irritated, she had a lot of questions in her mind…and she saw Ramona and asked her of the Lord’s whereabouts…Ramona informed her that he Left early morning…
“Yes, he should be ashamed of himself…” she thought, and was smiling at the thought, good thing Ramona went back to her chores, it would be very embarrassing if she caught her smiling…
It was raining hard, her plan of checking the entire estate was put on hold and so she kept herself busy in the office…there were too many files organize, but she liked it nonetheless…at least she’s busy doing something…
She was enjoying her time that she didnt notice Ramona came in…so it startled her when she spoke also in shocked manner, more like a fearful way…”Ms. Natalia…you haven’t touched your lunch?” that’s when she noticed her holding a tray of food and another tray of food on corner table in the room…worst, she just realized that it was getting dark outside…but before she could giver her apologies, the door opened and came Lord Cedric in his usual handsome-ness….but what took her offguard was his accusing eyes…”how dare he give her such look, when I should be the one giving it?” she thought, but managed to say calmly, “Lord Cedric, good afternoon, I wasn’t informed that you would be back soon…”
then to her surprise, he gave her that sheepish smile and said, “Why Ms. Acres, as far as I know I am still the owner of this house, thus, I have no obligation to inform any of my staff of my whereabouts…however, as The Owner, I am obliged to keep my staff well fed…so imagine how dismayed I was when I saw Ramona here carrying a tray of food to your office…” She tried to protest, she saw Ramona mouthed the word sorry to her…. but found herself bowing her head as he paced towards the untouched food on the table…then his tone became serious…”I don’t mind you eating in here, or asking the housekeepers to bring you food…it will never be an issue..you are entitled to such perks…” she can’t help but raise her brow to that statement but she kept bowing her head even lower…not knowing that he’s taking note of her every action…”What I cannot tolerate though is one forgetting to eat on time…and eating the food they were given…for me. it’s being disgraceful…” She cannot believe what she’s hearing…but she knew better than try to defend herself in the middle of his speech…”you are old enough to be reminded that you must eat Ms. Acres…I don’t want to hear that I have been a negligent employer…if that’s your intention, I’m sorry to disappoint…Ramona, I have lost my appetite…I expect my room ready when I get back…” and he was out before Natalia could even raise her head…she saw Ramona place the tray on the table and took the other one with her and silently closed the door…
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Natalia had no idea what time it was…she made a mental note to ask for a clock for her bedroom…she felt though that it was past mindnight…she knew what’s keeping her up…she’s waiting for the arrogant, unpredictable and most nerve-wracking employer to arrive…and wondered why she felt like he hated her…if it was because of the incident the other night…how could she possibly be hated when in fact it was his wrongdoing? She ask silently….
she fell to sleep eventually…and he arrived a few minutes later…
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“Natalia……….Natalia…………….” that same husky voice…calling her from afar…and he kept calling her…
Natalia tried to look around but it was too dark for her to see where he was…but he kept calling her…”I am here my lord…” she was shocked as how she addressed him but she was not given time to think about it when the voice stopped calling her…she panicked…she wanted to hear him again and again…and so she started running in the darkness…”where are you?” she called out, panick is obvious in her voice…”please don’t stop…where are you?” she couldn’t believe the need she was feeling to make her beg like that…she kept running…
“Stop!” the voice was now furious…she stopped almost at the same time he heard him…she was out of breath but somehow managed to say, “Please…” although this time she has no idea what she’s begging for…
“Please what Natalia?” he said coldly…
“Please don’t be mad at me…” yet again Natalia froze by the words she just said…
she heard nothing in response…she waited…too afraid that she might make him more mad…and what seem like forever…the wind blew around her…and somehow she knew he was near…like the past nights…although this time she can’t see anything but darkness…
“Never my dear…” she froze even more not only because he spoke but because she felt his breath on her forehead…as if she could feel his lips there…she knew she was in from of him, she can sense him…yet she found it hard to move…out of desperation she said, “Please, Let me see you…”
“You will see me when you’re ready…” he said calmly…
“What do you mean?” she asked desperately.
“It’s out of my hand my dear…it’s all up to you…when you finally know what you want…”
and it hit her, she knows what she wants…”I want you.” she said firmly…
“I know my dear…and I want you as much as you do…but it’s not all about that…you have to solve the puzzle on your own…and when you do, you will see me…” he sounded sad and Natalia just melt and ached to touch him…
“Can I touch you?” she said, as she reach her hands out for him…to her disappoint, he wasnt there…and in panic she stepped forward as she said, “Where ar you?”
“Im here…” he was at her back..and she can feel him breathing at the back of her neck…but just his breathing..and before she could turn around to face him, he said in all seriousness, “Do not move…”
“why?”
“what you’re asking me would mean a danger to you…and i dont wanna harm you….” his nose nuzzled on her nape…
“How could a touch possibly harm me?” her breathing was getting deeper,matching his.
“You don’t know what you’re asking for…” she can feel his lips brushing lighly through her hair.
“Then show me…how else would I know?” she wanted so badly to turn around but she doesn’t want to defy him…it hit her…she would do anything for this man…
He felt stiffened…somehow he knew that she had realized it…and from behind, he wrapped her hands around her shoulders…
she gasped as she felt her entire body crashed to his with the sudden contact…he knew he was tall but then she was surprised by how tall he was as she her head rested on her chest, she can not only feel his heart beat, but she can hear it…his chen rested on top of her head…his hands around her felt so solid…she reached up to hold his hands…and he started smelling her hair…trailing kissed towards her right ear and stopped to say…”I need you to trust me…” spoken so softly that her knees weakened…but soon found her wits to respond, “I don’t know how but I trust you…”
“No, Natalia, I want you to know why you trust me…it’s too early for you to be sure…but it’s a good start…’
Natalia snapped…tried to walk away from him but he was just to strong…”Let me go…” and he did. She felt him move away but she knew he was still her, she can hear him breathing…she was too enraged to think of anything else… “First, you dont want me me to see you..telling me it’s all up to me…then you want me to trust you…when I said I do…you would go telling me it’s too early? I know it’s too sudden and I can’t believe myself either…but what makes me really mad is this wanting that i have no idea of…and what’s worst…i know im just dreaming…call me fool but dreaming or not…trust or no trust…all I know is that I want you with me…and I want you to….” before she could finish, his lips was on hers…so soft…his hands around her waist, pulling her as close as possible to his body, so solid, so cold but sending shivering warmth to her entire body…
instinctively, she wrapped her hands on his neck…opened her mouth to welcome him…and they kissed hard, passionately, tongues dancing, moaning in their mouths…her knees lost their strength to hold her up…but he swoop her legs up and wrap them around his waist…never stop kissing her…both hands on her butt…
he can feel her reluctance through their kiss…it was all new to her after all…but he wanted her…so he guided her every step…and much to his delight, she was reacting accordingly…he could go on kissing her but her being mortal, she needed to breath..by the time he let go from their kiss, she was out of breath and laid her hear on his shoulder, panting…he took one hand to soothe her back as she catch for breath…
“Ready?” he asked, speaking right on her ear, when she was breathing normally yet still deep…
without hesitation she said…”I trust you…” and she felt him smiling…then wooosh, they were moving fast…wind was blowing her hair…she can hear the leaves flying along their path…she can’t see anything still but somehow, surprisingly, she felt as ease as long as she can feel him…
In no time they stopped…then waves from the sea echoed around them…she knew then that they must be in an eclosed room…
he put her down…and she felt the softest surface right under her feet…she doesn’t know what it was and if it’s some type of rug, it was as soft as a cotton ball…
she felt him walk around her and she can feel his eyes on her…she wanted to see him, to see everything but she knew it was not the right time…then he stopped behind her, close enough for her to feel his presence…”You really trust me?” more like a confirmation than question…she just nodded…”Let’s see how true it is…close your eyes and I will tell you when you can open them…We will know how true you are to your words…like I said my dear, It’s all up to you…” his voice slowly faded in the air but she can still feel him but a bit farther…her other senses became more sensitive…the waves was now louder…she can feel little vibration the waves made as they hit some stone wall…most especially, she can feel him walking around in a distance…he heard him took one deep breath before he said, “Open your eyes…”
Slowly she opened them, it was still dark, but unlike earlier…now she can see silhouettes…they were like in a cave…she still can’t see what the floor was made of…she was facing a narrow tunnel-like opening leading towards a darker path…she knew they came from there..maybe the garden was somewhere at the end. she thought…then he heard the waves…she turned around and saw a much wider opening that opens to the sea…it was still dim but as she’s now well-adjusted to the dark…she came closer to the edge of the wider opening, holding onto a glass railing…she gasped as she looked down bellow, the cave was on a cliff and waves crashed to the stone wall…she was right after all…
“You were true to your words then…” she almost jumped upon heearing him…his deep, cold yet soothing, soft, husky voice… she looked around but cannot see anything aside from the shapes of some furnitures…her eyes widened, she just noticed they were in a bedroom, just that it’s on a cave…her eyes focused on the very very large bed on the right side of the…four or people can sleep on it, she thought…the he heard him laugh, obviously, he can see her reactions…”Why can’t I see you?” she sounded frustrated…
her eyes widened again as she saw his silhouette moved towards her, naked she could tell. her eyes got wider than ever as she saw him open his eyes, it was blazing red…like it was on fire…he reached a hand to her which she took quickly…she pulled her to him immediately…and she felt him…and she saw him smiled, his perfect white teeth somehow glows in the darkness…he knew what she felt…and shyly, she burried her face on her chest…he then put his hand below her chin as he gently lifts her head up to meet his blazing eyes…”What you’re seeing is a result of the depths of your trust…I cannot force you to it…Like I said, it’s all up to you my dear…”
“I trust you…” all she could respond.
“I know, Natalia. But it takes more than saying it…”
“What do I need to do?”
“Submit to me…”
“What do you mean? How?”
“Someday you will know my dear…it will present itself to you…and when it does, you have to be sure of what you want…but right now, you made me very happy knowing you were true to your words…”
“you know what I want…” she said truthfully, looking to his eyes…
he took a hold of her hair, pulling her back as he bent…brushing his lips along her neck to her chin then to her waiting lips and said, “Natalia….” she felt him grow harder and bigger as his member between their bellies brushed up and down along with his movements…she closed her eyes feeling every sensation..
Then she heard something crashed…she opened her eyes…and grief, desperation, frustration engulfed her as she was now awake…she wanted to cry…but she’s very confused…and thought she’s going crazy for feeling that way…”how could she possibly feel that way towards a dream? Was it just a dream? What’s going on?” then she screamed…before she realized what she’d done…she heard knocks on her door…she heard Ramona calling her…Then Lord Cedric shouting at Ramona, telling her to get the keys…upon hearing that, she got really scared knowing she didnt lock the door…remembering the incident again with Lord Cedric…she wanted to get out of the room as fast as she could…she jump out of bed…and she stepped on something, and she screamed once again out of pain…she dropped on her knees…she looked over her shoulder and saw some broken glass and water spilled around the floor…she heard the door opened and came rushing Ramona, quickly kneeling by her injured foot…then came Luisa with some medicine kit…but she became oblivious to what they’re saying and doing as she heard Lord Cedric say, “What have you done?”
like a magnet…her eyes looked towards his…and she was beyond shocked, his eyes were red as blodd but blazing like fire…then right before her eyes again, it changed to black…and very cold…giving her an accusing look…she had to shake her head..she couldnt believe what she just saw…and caught herself speechless and holding her breath…she just watch him leave as he said…”You take care of her Ramona, make sure she won’t hurt herself again…” and she felt the pain again…but not as painful as what she felt when he looked at her coldly before he left the room.

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He stood there, licking his lips knowing that this whore was his. He took his hand high up and pow! Her ass was beet red. He loved the fact that she was dripping wet on his lap.
“Please, Master stop. It hurts.” She begged him, tears falling down her cheeks. “Please, I’m sorry. I’m a dirty whore. Please just stop.” She kept repeating it all over and over again.
He smiled. He loved to see her writhe on his lap. She disobeyed him and now it’s time for her punishment.
“Oh little girl, you broke the rules. I can’t just let you off so easily. Now let your punishment continue or I’ll double it. You know we still aren’t done.” He slapped her left cheek hard, she grunted and groaned.
She tried to hold her tears back in but they just kept flowing. Her punishment was only beginning and she was dreading it.
“Now let’s see how many rules did you break?” He asked as he rubbed her sore ass cheeks. SLAP! “You wore underwear today. That’s one,” SLAP! “
“Sorry! I’m so sorry, Master.”
“ Shh. I don’t want to hear your excuses, whore. You came to me five minutes late.” SLAP! “ You haven’t been going to class,” SLAP! “You’ve been partying too much,” SLAP! “You let a guy fuck you and you didn’t let him pay you like I told you.” SLAP!
“Master I’m sorry. I know I’ve been bad. Thank you for the punishment.” She knew she couldn’t do anything to change his mind.
She loved being punished by her master.
He rubbed her ass cheeks again. He felt her wetness on his finger. Plop! He pushed it inside her and she moaned.
“Now another one? Oh little girl, you’re being very naughty. Master is quite displeased with you.” SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
He eventually got into a rhythm where he’d finger her until she was about to cum and slap her ass cheeks ten times.
“Now does my little slut like this?” He asked with lustful eyes over his prize.
“Yes, Master I do. So very, very much.” she moaned.
“Well then this won’t do. Get off of me, slut. Sit on the floor like a good pet. I want your ass touching the floor.” He wanted to see her suffer for a bit. He liked how she still has so much spirit. He wanted to break it so very badly.
She did as she was told. He legs weak from the pain and she slowly put her ass against the floor slowly but he pushed her. She screamed as she felt the cold floor on her ass. She looked at her Master with pleading eyes but just sat up and sat there. She wanted him.
“Slave, who owns you?” he asked in his most domineering voice.
“You do Master. You own me. Thank you for owning me, Master.”
“Yes, I do. Now why do you keep breaking the rules, slave?”
“Because I’m a worthless slut that likes to break the rules.”
“Don’t give me that bullshit answer, you fucking whore. You know it’s because you’re a whore and you like being punished. Don’t you bitch?” His face was right in front of hers. His face was red and he had his hand around her throat. She couldn’t help but look down. She knew to never look at her Master right at his eyes.
“Yes, Master. I’m a whore and I like being punished. Thank you, Master.” She had trouble saying it but he loosened his grip on her neck.
He re-griped her neck tighter and threw her on the floor. She cried and cried at how easily her Master was throwing her. He looked at her with such lust. He just wanted to fuck her but he knew that she had to learn her lesson.
NEVER DISOBEY YOUR MASTER!
“So did you learn your lesson yet, little girl?” He asked her in a hushed tone.
“Yes, Master. I’ve learned my lesson. I’ll never disobey you again.” She said as she got onto her knees with her head down.
He dragged her outside where everyone could see her naked body. Her 32C cups dangling in the air. Her well curved body ready for the ravenous eyes of strangers.
“Whore, do you like it when people watch you get fucked?” He whispered into her ear as he licked it.
As she was about to answer, he bit her ear. He bit her hard. Then kissed and licked her neck.
“Answer me, you fucking whore!” He bit her harder, drawing a bit of blood.
She loved it when her Master bit her. It sent thrills all over her body. She bit her lips and tried to say no but the words wouldn’t come out. She wanted to cum.
So
very
very
badly.
“No, Master.”
“Well slave this isn’t for your enjoyment. It’s mine. Get on your fucking knees and spread them cheeks wide. You’re going to get fucked hard and everyone will know you are nothing but a dirty whore.” He barked his order at her.
She did as she was told. The ground touching her. She felt dirty. She is dirty. A dirty slut. She wondered what hole her Master would use today. She opened both holes wide open for him.
He looked at her from behind and loved the sight. Her ass spread open for him to use whenever he wanted. He had the good life.
SLAP!
“Are you going to disobey me again, whore?”
“No, Master.” She meekly said.
He put a finger in her asshole. God it was nice and tight. He wiggled it in there. Another one came in. Then another intruder. And another. He almost had his hole hand in her asshole. Spit made the best lube of all. It was always there when you needed it.
He started fisting that ass. She moaned and groaned at the pain. Crying won’t help her. It would only draw attention. She tried to be quiet enough so the neighborhood won’t hear her.
“What are you?”
“I’m a filthy anal slut, Master.” She said very quietly.
“I can’t hear you. Maybe you should yell it out.” He said as he went faster.
With his other hand he inserted a finger in her wet cunt. It went in so easily. He slipped his whole hand in so much faster.
The double fisting has begun.
“Whore! Fucking answer me!” He fisted her harder and faster.
“I’M A FILTHY ANAL SLUT, MASTER!!!” She screamed.
She saw a neighbor look out their window. It was Mrs. Humphrey, the neighborhood gossip. Everyone will know what she’s done.
She was close. She just wanted to burst. Holding it wasn’t an option.
“Master, may I please cum?” She asked as sweetly as she could.
“Oh, so my whore likes being fisted outside? My word! You are such a dirty slut!” He took his hands out of her used holes.
“Suck my cock slave. NOW!” He yelled.
She immediately went for his hard cock. Hoping that if she did a good job, he’d let her cum.
She went slowly at first, slightly grazing her teeth on the head, oh so gently. She knew her Master loved that. She flicked her tongue at the hole then took the whole thing down her mouth. She gagged yet again. She still couldn’t deep throat her Master. She needed to practice. She kept trying until it felt easier.
Breath through your nose.
She bobbed her head up and down. She used her succulent lips on his cock. She played with his balls and licked them. She sucked on them very gently as her hands pleased his cock.
She loved sucking his cock. This was her favorite part of every session.
She kept at it like her life depended on it. She wanted to please her Master.
He slapped her face with his left hand then his right. He left hand prints of her face. He grabbed her by the hair and kissed her. He spat at her face.
“Open your mouth. Take my cum. I want it in your mouth for the next five minutes.”
He came onto her tongue and wave after wave it kept on going. She knew not to miss a drop. She swallowed his cock into her mouth before a drop was lost. She loved the taste of her Master. He always tasted sweet and never bitter.
She reminded herself to eat more sweet fruits.
She kneeled outside as he cleaned himself up.
She heard people pass by and people call out to her. There were even some teenaged boys oogling her. She heard one of them say, “She looks fuckin’ hot, bro. I’d love to eat that pussy.”
Those comment went on.
Mothers passed by with their children and called her a harlot, a slut
well you get the drift.
Her Master saw the people come and go. He let her stay like that for fifteen minutes.
He took her things and put it in a bag. He opened his door and dropped the bag on the floor.
“Show me what’s inside your mouth.”
She opened her mouth and his cum was still there. He patted her head.
“Good slut. Now swallow it for Master. You took your punishment well today. Are you going to be a bad girl again?” He asked her sweetly.
“No, Master. Thank you for the punishment, Master.” She said happily.
He kissed her on the lips and held her close to his body. His hand wondered to her ass and begun to rub the soreness away.
“Get dressed.”
She grabbed the bag and went inside. She took her shorts and tank top out. She was about to put them on but she felt the stinging pain on her bum.
Bruises began to appear on her ass and various places. He left his mark well.
He told her to lay on his lap. He grabbed ointment and began rubbing her ass. He rubbed each and bit of her sore body. He began to play with her clit.
She moaned and thanked her Master for playing with her.
“Get on the couch. I’m hungry.”
She opened her legs wide for her Master. She was excited. She did a good job and her Master was giving her a reward.
He traced her lips and began to lick her little clit. The juices were flowing. She wanted to cum and he knew it wouldn’t take long. He took his time. He’d lick at one spot, kiss at another, finger her but it all was very slowly.
She wanted to yell. She wanted to push his head down her aching pussy. She wanted to cum.
He laughed at her reactions every time he pulled away. Her eyes like a lost puppy. He couldn’t hold back. He ravaged that tight cunt of hers. Licking and sucking. Biting and slapping.
Her legs all wobbly from moving around. She couldn’t even feel the pain on her ass anymore. She wanted to cum in his mouth. She was wanted to taste her pussy on his lips.
He eagerly ate her pussy. Teasing her and pleasing her until she was at the point of no return.
“Master, may I cum?”
He looked at her and nodded his head. He ate her out with his talented tongue. His expert mouth knew her weak spots. He knew she won’t be able to last long.
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
She screamed and started to jerk her body. Her breathing was ragged, her toes curled, back arched. Her orgasm took her fully.
He smiled at his creation.
“Thank you so much, Master!” She said with the biggest smile on her face.
“I’m glad you enjoyed that. Now get dressed.”
“Yes, Master.” She took her clothes and eagerly put them on.
He looked at her getting dressed and missed her naked flesh. His marks stayed hidden but how he wished to show people his property. This slut was his.
She finished getting dressed and took her bag. She was near the door when her Master came to her.
He kissed her lips and said his final threat.
“You can’t cum for the next week, filthy whore. If I find out you break another one of my rules
things will get worse for you.”
“Yes, Mas–.”
He shut the door before she could even finish. She stood there.
“I love you.” She whispered.

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Falling into slavery: Chapter 5

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Forced Lust: Blinded (Part 1)

She screamed and sobbed for a moment before he threw her head down and gripped her hips with both hands, her body exhausted and weak he shoved her ass back down into his cock, groaning and moaning evilly as he rammed his cock inside her like a jackhammer until he was fully pleased.