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Tommy gets his slave 2

This is a story that exist in a universe where slavery was not abolished and blacks are still property; it takes place in modern times. If this offends or use of the N word offends you then do not read this tory.

Witches Brew-CAW 9-Resubmitted

Witches’ Brew
The Five
She awoke on her sixteenth birthday with a strange feeling deep down in the pit of her stomach. Something had happened. Something had changed. She got up and went into the bathroom where she stood in front of the mirror in shock. Her poker straight blonde hair had turned auburn, curly and she now had piercing green eyes from the baby blue she went to sleep with last night. As she stared at herself in disbelief her aunt came into her room to wish her a happy birthday. She also stood in disbelief at the bathroom door.
“Oh my god Nica, I thought it had skipped you, I thought you were safe from it!” she mumbled.
“What did you say? What do you mean skipped me?!” She turned sharply and stared intensely at her aunt Monica.
“I thought the gene had skipped you honey. I’m so sorry. I should have told you,” she stammered.
“WHAT HAS HAPPENED TO ME!!!” Nica screamed at the top of her lungs.
“It’s the family gene/curse, whatever you want to call it. It happened to mostly every female in our family around the age of fourteen, I guessed you had been spared from it but I guess your just a late bloomer,” she tried to explain as Nica was pacing back and forth in front of her pulling her hair.
“What do you mean curse??” she squinted at her aunt.
“Sit down Nica please, I have to tell you something very important and you need to sit down,” Monica said grimly.
Nica sat on the edge of the bath with her short night shirt on as Monica put the lid down on the toilet to sit on it, she placed her hands on Nica’s knees reassuringly.
“Nica sweetie, we are witches,” she said with a blank expression on her face, waiting on a reaction from Nica.
“WHAT!?” she squealed.
“We are witches,” Monica repeated again.
“What do you mean witches? Witches aren’t real! It’s all hocus pocus, make belief and stuff! Isn’t it Monica?” she said quietly.
“We are very real honey, we just keep it a secret because of how people react like you just did and you are one of us. Do you understand why everyone thinks it’s make believe?” she asked quizzically.
“Better and easier to think something isn’t real than to try and understand it?” Nica said sounding a lot older and wiser than she is.
“Yeah Kiddo, much easier. But you have much to learn and I can teach you a lot more than you can even begin to imagine. You have two years of catching up to make up for,” Monica smirked as she spoke.
Nica raised her arched auburn eyebrows high with anticipation, excitement and a little disbelief. Aunt Monica told her to go in a shower and left her a dress on the bed for when she got out of the shower with a note saying “Come to the basement, ASAP M. x”
She picked up the little red and black shift dress and shook her head thinking this is definitely not my taste but put it on respectfully and headed down stairs to see what her Aunt Monica was up to. As she approached the basement she could hear a bubbling sound like a pot of water on the stove.
“Aunt Monica?………Aunt Monica?…….” she called out but nothing, empty silence.
Nica opened the basement door to see Monica and two other women standing dressed in similar dresses, different colours but the same style. She was about to speak when Monica told her to be silent and enter the circle with perfect love and perfect trust. She walked in trusting her Aunt knowing she would never put her in danger, the three women looked at each other and nodded.
Each of the woman were beautiful and special in their own ways, Monica was of Italian/Scottish decent about forty years old with long dark hair and beautiful tanned olive skin and dark brown eyes. The second woman was called Tasha she was of Polish decent with pale skin, ice blonde hair and the most beautiful blue eyes, she was twenty eight. The third was Nali she was thirty two and of African decent with the most beautiful glowing dark chocolate skin, she looked good enough to eat, with hazel eyes that could hypnotize anyone. Then there was Nica sixteen years old Irish/Scottish decent auburn haired, pale skinned with piercing green eyes.
What do these four have in-common? Why they are all witches here to help initiate the newest of their kind into their world of spells, incantations, potions, lotions, love and lust.
Nica was sat on one of four chairs around a very old round table in the center of the room, the other women proceeded to sit as well after lighting candles, spreading salt around the circle and placing a knife and a chalice full of wine onto the table. Each of the woman took the knife in turn to cut their hand letting the blood drip into the chalice of wine, once all had placed their blood in the chalice they each took a drink asking for a certain power or wish.
Monica asked for power, to be the most powerful witch in the coven, Tasha asked for someone to love her more than anything in the world, Nali asked for the power to change, to shift and Nica well she may have been the youngest but she was the smartest, she asked to have the power over men. They all expected something to happen immediately, nothing, nothing but sheer disappointment.
They sat for an hour to see if anything would happen but sadly no it wasn’t to be, they thought Nica would complete the circle but they were wrong. Nica didn’t complete the circle she empowered it, she was the circle, she had the power and had not even realised until they decided to part ways until the next meeting.
Monica and Nica cleaned up after Tasha and Nali left disappointed they had been waiting for the day that the change happened to Nica but it hadn’t happened when it was expected. When it had happened today their spirits were high with hope but again their hopes were dashed when the circle of power didn’t work.
Nica went to bed early that night without dinner because she felt so exhausted and her aunt had told her it was to do with the change so never put anymore thought into it. The next morning she woke up and got ready to go back to school, she put on her usual clothes but realised her body had changed. Her little girl frame had disappeared, she now sported feminine curves with 36C breasts that appeared overnight and a tight little bubble butt and a small waist.
She tried to hide it under a jumper but there was no hiding those breasts so she decided to use her new body to her advantage, she went into Aunt Monica and asked to borrow clothes as she was still asleep she just waved her hand and mumbled yes. This gave Nica free reign of what to choose, she looked through Monica’s closet and decided on a black pleated mini skirt, white fitted shirt with her school tie and black over the knee socks with pink lace panties.
She put the clothes on and stood in front of the mirror and thought to herself this will make the boys drool, maybe even a teacher or two. She giggled to herself making sure not to wake Monica up, she fixed her hair making sure all the curls were perfect and put the finishing touches to her make up with some black eyeliner to make her eyes stand out more.
Nica went into the kitchen and made some breakfast before leaving for school. She took a photo of herself on Monica’s cellphone and left a note saying “Check out the photo on your phone, woke up like that, decided to use it to my advantage. Borrowed some clothes hope you don’t mind. See you after school, Nica x”
Nica’s best friend Sara picked her up in her car, Sara’s seventeen and just passed her driving test, lucky for her she’s daddy’s little princess. He bought her a brand new car which means Nica gets chauffeur driven to school, saves her walking or getting the school bus.
“What the fuck happened to you Nica??!!” Sara screamed with excitement.
“Don’t ask, it’s been a long weekend Sara,” Nica sighed.
“How are you gonna explain this at school?” she gazed at Nica’s new body.
“Whats to explain? I was overdue a growth spurt!” Nica got defensive.
“Don’t shout at me, I’m on your side. Your gonna get a lot more of this from a lot worse people then me honey.” she hugged Nica as she looked at her not realising she was right.
“I hadn’t thought about that, I guess I can’t hide forever. Can I?” Nica asked already knowing her answer.
“Hell no! You need to show that body off. I would.” she boasted.
“Okay, let’s go then but don’t leave me today Sara. Please?!” Nica pleaded to her.
“Of course I won’t!” she grabbed Nica’s hand.
Sara drove from Nica’s house to school which takes about 15 minutes, she never letting go of Nica’s hand the whole way there. They have been best friends for the past twelve years since they first met in kindergarten age four. Nica had just moved to live with her Aunt Monica a month before hand when her parents were killed in a car accident were she miraculously survived against all odds.
When they reached school Sara parked her car, got out and went round to get Nica out the car only letting go of her hand to get out. Sara opened the door and reached her hand out and Nica placed her hand in Sara’s and squeezed. Sara rubbed her thumb against the back of her hand reassuringly that she was there for her no matter. They stood together next to the car as Sara locked it, people started to notice that Nica was no longer shy, boyish Nica that she was Nica the hottie.
“Are you ready for this? If you’re not we can just go! Drive anywhere you want to go, I’m with you Nica. Just you and me baby.” Sara grinned at Nica.
“I’m ready, as long as you’re with me nothing can go wrong,” Nica smiled.
They walked towards the main doors where everyone hangs around before school starts, they were met by wolf whistles and shouting. Nica closed her eyes and put her head down trying to make it go away when Sara pulled her close, tilted her head up and kissed her forcefully on the lips. Nica kissed her back slipping in a little tongue, the whistle and cheering stopped it was like they had gone deaf. Everyone was watching with open mouths shocked that this little shy girl became a hottie over night and is now french kissing her best friend in front of basically the whole school.
They broke their kiss to see that not only was it their fellow pupils that was watching but also some male teachers, the two of them laughed and walked into the school as the bell had went. Still holding hands, never letting go even as they sat in class next to each other.
The principal sent for Nica and Sara half way through second period they got up when the assistant principal came for them and walked out together still holding hands, they sat outside his office waiting to be called in. The principal called them one at a time Sara first meaning they had to let go of each others hands, Nica sat very nervously still unsure about her new body, family and life of being a witch. The door opened and Nica stood up as Sara came out crying she opened her arms to hug her but she ran past her ignoring her. Sara had never done anything like that before, it must have been the principal, he must have done something or said something to change her.
Nica marched in guns blazing to see Principal Brown sitting at his desk looking very pleased with himself, she was about to change that.
“Hi Principal Brown, what have I done wrong?” she said sweetly.
“Well Nica that public display of affection was completely inappropriate! This is a school not a brothel. What has happened to you? You used to be such a good student why are you acting like this?” he asked me in an icy calm tone.
“I happen to love Sara and I don’t think our public display of affection was any different than a boy and girl kissing on school property. Which does happen all day everyday Principal Brown! And as for what happened to me, I grew up, I’m not a child anymore. I’m expressing my individuality. That’s why I’m acting like this. What are you going to do about it, Sir?” she said sarcastically.
“Well there is a few things I would like to do to you but…..,” he stopped mid sentence.
“But what Sir?” Nica leaned forward on the desk flashing her cleavage.
“Nothing Nica. Forget I said anything. I didn’t mean anything,” he stammered.
“Oh but Sir I think you did mean something. I think you want to bend me over this desk and spank me till I scream, maybe more than that? Maybe get me on my knees under your desk and blow you while you’re having your meetings?” she giggled watching him squirm.
“NICA! That is a completely inappropriate conversation to be having!” he shouted as she walked to the door, locked it and put the key in her panties.
“Well, what are you going to do now Principal Brown? No interruptions just us two,” she raised an eyebrow as she sat on his desk facing him.
“Nica get out now! This cannot happen not now not ever!” he placed his hand on her knee.
“Why did you make Sara cry?” Nica asked as she uncrossed her legs flashing the principal a little preview of her pink lace panties.
“I told her I would send one of you to another school if you didn’t stop the public affection immediately!” he smiled.
Nica stared at him intensely hypnotizing him into a trance to do whatever she wanted. His hand moved further up her thigh past her sock onto bare flesh feeling the tingle his touch gives her she thought to herself, “I might enjoy this more than I though I would.”
“Principal Brown…,” she said in a low seductive voice.
“I want you to do as I say and whenever I command you to do so. In return you can have anything you want from me. Do we have a deal, Principal Brown?” she whispered in a seductive voice.
“We have a deal, Nica,” he replied in a zombie like voice.
“So Principal Brown, what do you want from me? Truthfully I want to know what it is you wanted to say earlier,” Nica said as she opened her legs slightly.
“I want You! Oh I know you’re a tight little virgin and I want that cherry on my desk now!” He jumped up from his chair pushing his crotch between her legs as he held her arms.
“All in good time, Sir.” she whispered seductively putting him back in a trance.
“Now do as I say, leave Sara and me alone and you will have my cherry on your desk soon.” Nica pushed him back into his chair.
Nica got down off the desk and straddled him on the leather chair wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him passionately, slipping her tongue into his mouth massaging his tongue gently as he came out of his trance. He realised what was happening and was bedazzled with the feelings knowing it was wrong but at the same time the lust that grew inside him was overpowering ever other emotion and logic.
“I need you now Nica!” he whispered with lust in his voice as he grabbed her ass and was grinding against her.
“Tonight, rent a room somewhere nice, call me to let me know where and what time, you don’t want you wife finding out do you?” she said as she nibbled on his earlobe.
“Oh you fucking tease! Okay okay, give me you cell number and I’ll call or text you to let you know.” he hissed as he licked and nibbled her neck.
Nica pushed Principal Brown back on the seat as she got off him, he grabbed her ass and pulled her back as he nibbled a little on her uber sensitive nipples through her school shirt making them so erect they were impossible to hide. She pulled his hair making him release her innocent nipples from his sensual grasp she lent down and kissed his lips and walked away to retrieve the key from her panties. She unlocked the door then went back and sat opposite him on the other side of the desk taking a piece of paper and writing down her number and sliding it across the desk, he placed his hand on top of hers as the assistant principal came in she pulled her hand away leaving the paper in his.
“Come along Nica, we have to go find Sara before getting you two back to class,” she smiled sweetly.
“I think I know where she will be. I can go find her myself. You don’t have to come looking as well. I know you are so busy these days Mrs. Brown,” Nica smiled sweetly as she charmed her with her newly found powers.
“Only if you’re sure my dear?” she chirped.
Nica nodded and headed out of the office as no one was around she ran as fast as possible to their secret place and there was Sara, sobbing her heart out crying. She spotted Nica and ran towards her. As they got closer they flung their arms open and hugged each other tightly. They sat down still hugging, Nica trying to calm Sara down as she had been here herself whilst she was in the office with convincing Principal Brown to let them stay at the same school.
Nica explained to Sara the plan was to seduce the Principal to get him to sign the form permitting them to stay and she would do anything to get that form signed, of course Sara was more than eager to offer a helping hand or two. They left school early and went to Nica’s house, Monica was at work so they decided to rifle through her sexy clothes, underwear and toys. As they were looking at some toys Sara found a book, a very old book, she handed it to Nica as they both looked at one another with intrigue. They opened the book to find it was a book of spells and potions for lust and control over the desired one.
“What the hell Nica? Is Monica a witch?” she asked shocked by their finding.
“Erm…….well, promise not to say to anyone?………. We both are witches aunt Monica and I, I only found out yesterday that’s why I changed because it was my time to turn.” Nica babbled uncontrollably.
Sara stared at her blankly unable to comprehend what she has just been told and the fact they had been best friends for twelve years not knowing this about Monica.
“I’m also a witch Nica, my mother is Nali. She told me there was a newly turned witch but never even mentioned it was You! I turned early at the age of thirteen when it wasn’t noticed as much as you were,” she whispered.
“What do you mean you’re a witch? Why didn’t you say Sara? Why keep it a secret from me? We don’t keep secrets,” Nica sighed in disappointment.
They both knew what they had to do tonight. All they were waiting on was the call or text message to say where and when. Principle Brown was in for a shock of a lifetime when he realises he is getting two for one to sweeten the deal. They both packed a bag with things they might need and took the book down to the kitchen to make a little love potion to make sure everything went to plan.
They huddled around the island in the middle of the kitchen with a pot on the stove heating up liquids and melting solids as they chanted the words from the book over and over until it was ready. They poured it into a hip flask and added some rum to disguise the taste. Nica’s phone buzzed as she received a text message saying “Hilton Hotel, room 203, after 7pm,” she read it out to Sara.” By this time it was 6pm so they decided to freshen up by getting into the shower together for a little girl on girl rub down.
They both pinned their hair up to save time restyling as the shower heated up, they both helped each other off with their clothes in sync. Nica removed Sara’s jumper, tie, and shirt before kneeling in front to unbutton her skirt sliding it down over her tight ass straight to the floor. She stared up at Sara looking at her gorgeous body in a bra and panties set. Sara placed her hands out and pulled Nica up and returned the favour by pulling her close and taking her tie off then her shirt and skirt. She reached around Nica’s back unhooking her bra letting her newly found C cup breasts jiggle free, she walked around to her back running her hands down over her shoulder’s to then cup her pale milky white breasts and running her thumbs over Nica’s rose coloured nipples.
Nica took Sara’s hand and walked to the shower opening the door, sliding her panties off and removing Sara’s underwear for her before stepping into the shower and pulling Sara in behind her. The hot water cascaded of over their young bodies as they held each other close in a deep embrace, passionately kissing one another as they let their hands roam over each other naked bodies, as they touched, caressed, rubbed and enjoyed each other. Nica got down on her knees and pushed Sara to the wall spreading her legs apart as she started to lick her clit and rub her lips at the same time making Sara moan gently. As Nica sped up her tongue motion she slipped two fingers gently inside Sara making her arch her back and lower herself onto her fingers more, Nica picked up speed with her hand being more intense as she was fingering her with three fingers now as she licked and rubbed her clit. As they were getting into it Sara heard someone downstairs, she was trying to tell Nica that Monica was home from work but she couldn’t as she was in the middle of cumming and Monica walked in on them in the shower as Sara was cumming.
“What’s going on here?!” Monica shouted.
Nica fell over as she was so startled that she was home and she didn’t hear her, Sara tried to cover herself up while Monica was staring at the two of them and what they were actually doing.
“Aunt Monica! What are you doing home?” Nica stammered.
“It’s quarter to seven Nica, what the hell?!” she looked at them ashamed.
“We have to go! Sara we have to go!” Nica shouted grabbing a towel.
They both grabbed towels and ran to Nica’s bedroom to get ready, Monica followed then to find out what was going on and why they were acting strange towards her. They slammed the door in her face locking her out whilst they grabbed sexy underwear and little outfits to get Principal Brown going. Monica was banging on the door telling them to let her in but nothing not a sound, no one was there, they had climbed out of the window and took Sara’s car and headed for the Hilton Hotel.
Monica called on Tasha and Nali for an emergency meeting to find the girls because they don’t know how much danger they were actually in with the Principal, they all knew what the principal was like with the special girls and they needed to gather around the circle and chant to try to find the girls before it was too late.
They looked into the mirror to see the Hilton Hotel and the girls going into room 203 with Principal Brown holding the door open with a big smile on his face. Monica, Tasha and Nali ran to their cars and drove to the hotel as fast as possible to try and save them from losing their powers before they’ve learned to use them.
As the three elder witches were driving to the hotel Nica and Sara were explaining why they were both there as Sara poured the principal a drink laced with the potion they had made earlier. He looked astounded as he listened to them explain their proposition. He took a seat in the brown leather chair watching the girls help each other undress revealing Nica wearing a black silk bra and panties set with stockings and Sara wearing the same black silk bra and panties set but with fishnet tights on, Sara picked up Principal Brown’s drink and strolled over with to him swaying her hips. Nica sat on his lap as Sara walked behind him and rubbed his shoulders as he drank his drink unaware of what was in it or what they were trying to do to him.
“Just relax Principal Brown,” Nica hissed sexily looking deep into his eyes as she undid his tie.
“Call me Richard girls, please.” He placed his free hand on Nica’s thigh.
Sara pulled his hair tipping his head back towards her as she dove in for a passionate kiss, Nica pulled off his tie and undid the buttons on his shirt kissing down neck and chest as she slipped onto her knees on the floor at his feet. Richard pulled away from Sara as he could no longer feel where Nica was in the room, Nica smiled up at him from the floor as she reached up to his belt and undid it. Sara came around to join Nica in front of the principal, she then reached down to Nica and pulled her up kissing her so hard they bumped heads, their hands roamed freely and without a care as they kissed giving the principal a show he’d never forget.
Sara’s hands pushed Nica’s bra straps down as she kissed down her neck and across her chest, she reached around and unhooked her bra letting it fall to the floor as her breasts were gently set free her nipples became instantly hard. Sara moved down kissing over her breasts working slowly toward the nipples teasing the aerolas with the tip of her tongue before completely covering them with her mouth to lick and suck on them slowly. Nica closed her eyes and ran her hand through Sara’s hair pulling on it slightly as she sucked and licked her very sensitive nipples. By that point Richard had gotten up from the chair after finishing his drink, removed the rest of his clothes and laid down on the bed to watch the two girls kissing, touching, sucking and licking each other, this is when he became very aroused by them.
He thought to himself, “If I can cum inside these girls before they have been bound to the circle I can steal their powers for myself to make me one of the most powerful warlocks in the country.”
“Sara, Nica come join me here,” he said as he patted the bed next to him.
“Well I guess you enjoyed what you saw by the looks of things!” Nica sniggered.
“Are you jealous Pricipal Brown? Do you want some of us?” Sara teased as she licked Nica’s neck.
“Get your asses over her now! And I told you two to call me Richard! Don’t make me spank you,” the principal demanded.
“Oooh, promises promises, Richard,” the two girls said in harmony.
He raised his eyebrows thinking to himself maybe he was in over his head as he started to feel funny then realised that they had gave him some kind of potion but he was about to have his fantasy fuck so was not going to say a word that he knew what they had done. They walked over to the bed holding hands as Richard grabbed Sara’s bra and ripped it clean off her body, she gasped at the shock of it and Nica jumped back letting go of her hand. He took that opportunity to pull Sara on top of him rolling over on top of her pinning her down he licked her nipples like a hungry cat that just got some milk. She wriggled under him as he furiously licked and went onto suck her nipples as Nica could do nothing but watch, she started to say a phrase over and over nothing happened. She ran over to the bed pushing him to try get him off Sara but it was too late she had started to cum and was enjoying it, he grabbed Nica and threw her on top of the bed as he pulled Sara’s panties down finishing her off by just rubbing her erect clit a few times making her cum so hard she passed out.
“Now it’s your turn,” he said smugly with a grin on his face.
“It wasn’t meant to be this way!” she exclaimed.
“You gave me the potion, you have to deal with the consequences Nica!” he told her sternly.
She looked at him shocked that he knew about the potion and still drank it knowing what it would do to him, the lust, the passion. He reached down to her panties and ripped them of her body leaving scratches, he pushed her legs apart and placed his hand on her lips rubbing back and forth gently then picking up speed. It wasn’t too long before she was gasping, moaning and dripping wet.
“Well Nica that didn’t take very long, you seem ready for cock. Are you?” he questioned her not really caring about her answer.
She couldn’t answer him as he was still rubbing her clit and sliding a finger in her tight pussy making her moan, grunt and breathe heavy. She grabbed onto the bed sheets as she was about to cum he stopped rubbing her clit and fingering her, he got off her and stood at the bottom of the bed looking at the two girls that he had made dripping wet. He thought to himself, “This is what i love about being a principal!” He then climbed back onto the bed, cock in hand stroking to Nica’s pussy before lowering down onto her and positioning the head just between her labia at the opening of her wet pussy. She begged for him to fuck her, this just made him want to slam deep and hard right into her immediately after she begged. He tried to control it but the potion was too much it took over him, he plunged into her right up to his balls feeling every muscle and bump inside her. She gasped and cried out as their pelvises met with a thud, this woke Sara up as she had passed out with pleasure next to them.
She turned to watch when she saw the pain and pleasure on Nica’s face she reached over and started to play with her nipples to help ease the pain and increase the pleasure. Just as Richard and Nica were cumming together there was someone banging on the door. Nica, Sara and Richard all knew who it was and none of them wanted to open the door when suddenly it burst open and the three elders Monica, Tasha and Nali stormed in. Nica was cumming as was Richard when they burst through the three elders pulled the principal off of Nica as they knew what he was trying to do, as they did he came all over Nica and Sara. They dropped him on the floor and Monica and Tasha grabbed the two girls wrapping them up in bed sheets and sitting them on the couch as Nali closed the door.
“What the hell were you two thinking!?” Monica and Tasha shouted as Nali tied Principal ‘Richard’ Brown to the chair.
“He was going to send us away to separate schools, he was going to split us up! He said he would do it if we didn’t do as he said or asked,” Sara cried as Nica held her in her arms stroking her hair.
The three elders looked at each other and went into a huddle whispering so quiet no one could hear them, the three turned to the principal held hands and started to chant a spell. Nica and Sara looked on with astonishment not believing their eyes, they were watching the principal being bound to the chair, tightly bound.
“We bind you Richard Brown from doing harm to yourself and to others, we bind you Richard Brown from doing harm to yourself and to others, we bind you Richard Brown from doing harm to yourself and to others,” the three repeated.
They chanted this until he had no remaining hold over the girls and they could speak and join the elders to bind the principal and complete the chant.
The elders got the girls ready to go back to Monica’s house. Nali drove them back as they had much to discuss, as for the principal Monica and Tasha got him ready and also took him back to the house, they had something planned for him, something very interesting indeed.
Tasha took him to see Nali who put a silence spell on him as he was trying to cast, then she put a black hood over his head and sat him on the couch. The three elders changed into black cloaks with nothing underneath and the two girls had to wear white cloaks with nothing underneath either. Nali took Principal Brown outside as the others gathered the candles, they followed Nali outside who had lit a fire and placed five seats around it with the principal sitting on the ground behind them. They each joined the circle by age each standing until everyone was there then they sat down. Nali led the binding as she was the one with the most experience.
“By the power of Air, Earth, Fire, Water and Nature we bind thee, by the power of air, earth, fire, water and nature we bind thee, we bind thee, we bind thee!” they all chanted until a bolt of lightening came across the sky hitting the fire making The Five all fly back off their chairs. They all got up and made sure everyone was okay forgetting about the principal who is the key to their binding.
Nali went over to him once she realised he wasn’t moving she checked his pulse to make sure he was still alive, he grabbed her hand and gasped for air. Now that they had been bound together in the circle they had released the full potential of their power, all that was left to do was for Nica and Sara to get Principal Brown to cum inside them to transfer his powers to them.
The elders Tasha and Nali laid the principal out on the garden pulling his trousers and shirt off holding him down as Monica started to lick his cock to get it hard for the girls to get his seed, she started slow by teasing him with just the tip of her tongue over and around the head as one of her hands worked his shaft whilst the other gently cupped and rubbed his balls. She then took the head of his six inch cock into her hot wet mouth sucking hard as she slid up and down the shaft twirling her tongue as she went. She then let her hand do the work on his shaft as she went onto suck his balls into her mouth running her tongue over them she could feel him ready to cum, she stopped and called on Nica.
Nica lifted her cloak and lowered down onto his rock hard cock as she slid onto him and rocked back and forth. He started to spasm making him grab onto the grass and dirt as he shot stream after steam of hot cum inside Nica forgetting he was losing his powers in that transfer of fluids. Nica kept riding him making sure she was getting all she could from him, he came again but just a tiny spurt into her. The elders then got the sacred chalice and got Nica to stand over it as they collected the cum from the principal, they then gave it to the two girls to equally share between them to evenly distribute the powers from him. The Five then offered the principal as a sacrifice to complete the transfer of power to the two new witches in the circle. Nica and Sara then both held the special knife and cut open his chest, removed his beating heart and watched him die. They could feel the power grow inside of them as the heart stopped beating in their hands until it was no longer and the transfer was complete.
The Five were the strongest circle of witches in the country and what they didn’t realise was that he had more power than they ever had imagined possible making the girls the most powerful witches in world.
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Garbage Dump Gangrape Part 4

Remember this is complete fiction. One more segment to come later. Also, keep in mind i wrote this on my Blackberry so if your looking for grammer etc.. go elsewhere! Would love to hear some female responses to the story as well. Remember this is my first set i have ever written, so be nice with your critiques. Will get better the more i write!!

Unnamed – Act 4, Scene 1

I’ve lost the last bit of Act 3; while I’m rewriting it, all you really need to know is the Mistress gave the Slave some slack, she abused it, and the Mistress just told the Master that as her punishment he’s to put her out for the night.

Catching and taming a Snow Angel

My first story was a true story and was on the sweet side but I promised to write about one of my recurring fantasies so here it is. I hope you enjoy it as much as I have.

my secret life

on the outside i am a housewife and mother, but when no one is around i am a cock hungry slave…just a normal day for me

Rape and The Highland Fling!

A young married couple whos husband wants to show his wife off attend a wild dance and his wife Tessa experiences all of the indignities of forceful rape!

Learning How To Be Submissive: Part 1

Let me apologize in advance for the rushed last couple of lines. I was struggling to get my work to fit the rules. I hope people enjoy this story. This is my second story I’ve posted and is another (unfortunately) fictional story

Zombie Holocaust 2

Day 1
After our initial meet and great the guys and I got down to business. First step was constructing the cages for our prisoners. We made individual cells spread out by about 4 feet so they couldn’t pass things back and forth or communicate easily. We had them arranged so they were on two different floors. The men were upstairs and the women were downstairs, with the cages made from plywood and drywall to make it harder for them to force open. The doors were half wood with re-bar from the home improvement store at one end of the mall. We made them this way so that we could always see them when we walked up to the cages and there was nowhere for them to hide and ambush us.
As we finished each cage we stuck each of them in individually, leaving the others tied up. We made sure to finish the womens lodging first, didn’t want to have to amputate anything. It took us 3 days to finish that job, and after each day of solid work we would go to town on the girls we had already fucked, wanting to save the others for our more interesting devices and plans. By the end of the three days when they saw us the screaming would start as soon as our shadows darkened the doorway. We would gang-rape their cunts, mouths, and assholes for hours at a time. As one of us would finish another would gladly take his place and go to town the the tight little fuck-hole that was wrapped around our cocks.
We each took our time on that first day of complete lockdown. All the prisoners were locked down and the girls became our true playthings. I walked through the available girls, and chose one of the ones that hadnt been used before. She was about 14 with a bit of hair on her little teenage cunt. Her tits were very nice, about a B-cup with perky little nipples that were rock hard already and cute little brown areolas. I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her out of her cage.
“Suck!” I barked at her, and she hurriedly began to lick up and down my shaft while playing with my balls. She slowly slid her little mouth over my cock head and made a little sucking motion. I was in heaven. This little redhead was on her knees with her emerald green eyes staring at me while she worked on my cock with her little teenage mouth. Life just couldnt get any better. She worked on me for about 20 minutes before I came in her mouth. She swallowed without me even having to tell her, I had picked a real winner when I grabbed this girl.
I rolled her over and started to eat her tasty little cunt, enjoying the sweet taste and savoring every drop. She tasted amazing, and after a few minutes of my attention she started cumming, hard. I continued for another 30 minutes or so as I love the taste of a girls pussy. She came almost non-stop the entire time and was begging me to stop by the end of it. I grinned and slid up next to her.
“Have you ever had sex before?” She looked into my eyes and said “Yes, in fact I love getting fucked. When you were raping the women on the first day I was dripping cum down my legs wishing it was me that was getting fucked instead of those old women.” I laughed and told her not to worry, she was now my personal slut and that she would get plenty of sex. She looked excited at the idea of being a private slut, which I took as a good sign.
“Turn over whore.” She looked at me and decided I was serious. I looked down and couldn’t help but stare at the tight little ass that was proudly displayed in front of me. I rubbed a hand up and down her tight little rear end, enjoying the playful jiggle her ass had. I slapped one of her checks, hard, and she moaned, cumming instantly when one of my fingers had wrapped around her cheek and hit her little cunt, she seemed to enjoy it. So I did it again, and again, all in all it was about 15 slaps or so, and she came everytime.
“JUST DO ME ALREADY!” she begged. I grinned and rubbed the head of my cock against her wet little slit, making her squirm. She lunged back, sliding down onto the head before I could pull back. It bothered her even more and she kept trying to get my cock into her.
“Beg me for it slut, you should know what to say…” I whispered into her ear, taunting her and goading her on.
“Please master,” I have to admit, this part surprised me, but I liked it “Please, I need my little 14 year old cunt filled up and fucked, please? I want your dick in my cunt, and then my mouth, and then my ass, please fill my ass with you cum, please!”
Well, I thought, who am I to say no to such a polite girl. I slammed myself into her without any warning and she screamed harder then I’ve ever heard anyone scream before. She was a tight little piece of fuck meat, and when I slammed it home she started cumming again, making it feel like her cunt was dancing on my cock. I went at her for a few minutes, her wailing the entire time “OH MY GOD, DONT STOP, PLEASE, DONT STOP!!”
I always enjoy knowing that my efforts are appreciated by those Im helping, and so I slid out after a few more minutes, making her moan in anger at being left empty. When she opened her mouth to say something I grabbed a handful of that dark red hair and shoved my dick into her mouth and part way down her throat, making her gag. To me theres no better sound in the world then a girl, or woman, gagging on my cock. It just makes me feel good.
She started sucking like a possessed woman, slurping and gagging non-stop. Just as I was about to cum down her throat I pulled out and smacked her tight little rump and told her that “If you want my load down your ass you need to beg for it.”
“Please sir, there is nothing I want more in this world then to have your cock slide up my ass, pump for hard, and then give me your creamy cum so my little ass can feel full and sexy, please sir, please pump my ass hard.”
By this time I was red hot and about to blow. Listening to the filth coming out of this little girl was a major turn on, and I grabbed her hair and yanked hard, making her moan on pleasure. So this little whore gets off on pain, I thought, good, I can use that down the road. I put the head of my dick at her little rosebud and pushed gently, wanting to feel it as it enveloped my hardness. She started whining like a dog and begging me to slam it home. I just kept going slow until I was all the way in. I then pulled all the way out and stood up over her back. I yanked her head up and fed her my cock. She sucked without any complaints. I was truly in Heaven with this little slut working on my cock. I pulled out of her mouth and pushed her head down into the pillow.
This time when I lined up I just slammed it home. Sweet Jesus could this girl scream, and boy oh boy did it turn me on. She went off like a fire-alarm and started convulsing. My balls and legs were sprayed down and when I looked I realized she had just cum. HARD. I grinned leaned down so my mouth was next to her ear.
“Are you ready for my cum to be in your sweet little ass?” I asked he, grunting at the feeling of her ass wrapped around my manhood. “Please, please, please cum in my little butt, I need to feel your cum” I smiled and grabbed her hips, really going to town on her little ass. I could see the hole stretched wide to accommodate my cock, and I lost it. I started blowing my load up her ass harder then I’ve ever come before. She started cumming at the feel of my cock pumping its seed into her little ass.
And with the biggest orgasm of her young life, she passed out. I wasn’t far behind her, landing with my cock still attached in her ass and passed out.
We awoke to screaming from down the hall a few hours later………

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Dreams come true…

Tonight was it. Every detail had been meticulously planned. He had haunted her footsteps like a shadow for the past two months, had her in his every thought for the past seven. He had memorized her every smile. He would awaken from his dreams to swear he could smell her sweet perfume. He had tried fruitlessly to win her attention, but she barely even noticed his existence. And with every unreturned smile he felt a hate burn inside of him. She thought she was better than him. She thought that she could just ignore him, swat him away like an insect. But not for long. After tonight she would never forget him.
He sat under the leaves of a maple tree not two hundred yards from her apartment watching her windows. Her roommate had gone home for the weekend, so she was alone. He watched the lights in her room flicker and brighten from what he assumed to be her tv. His hands twitched in anticipation as her laughter trickled down from the tiny sliver she had cracked in her window. She always kept her window open at night. Finally her laughter subsided and the flicking lights vanished. The window was dark and quiet, and all he had left to do was wait just a little longer. It was twelve fifteen.
He crept up the stairs running through all he had brought with him. He hoped that none of it would be necessary, but it was better to be prepared. It would be more fun without it. He had brought soft, silky strips of cloth of the deepest red: her favorite color. And it always looked so good against her pale skin and ebony hair. He also had a knife. The blade was small and dull, couldn’t cut through the most delicate of lace, but it was more for the effect. He had no intention of truly causing her harm, and he would rather not use it. It was more to make sure that she didn’t struggle. He winced as the board in front of her door creaked. Yes her roommate was out of town, but she still had neighbors. The excitement bubbled up inside him, his patience failing fast. Fumbling, he reached into his pocket, pulling out a key. Her roommate had conveniently “lost” hers a week ago, only to have it turn up just under the driver’s side door of her car a day later. In the meantime a copy had been made. The key slid silently into the lock, fitting perfectly. Slowly he pushed the door open, and slunk inside. He left the door open a crack for just an instant to allow the glow of an orange street lamp to illuminate the room. It was easy to orient himself in a second, for all the apartments had the same floor plan. Finally he pulled the door firmly shut behind him and locked it.
He stood for what seemed to stretch on forever, taking in the sounds and smells of the apartment. It smelled of lavender, and faintly of her. To his left he could hear the white noise of the refrigerator humming, and just underneath he thought he caught the sound of sheets rustling and a soft sigh. He removed his shoes, and painstakingly began to traverse the space between the front door and her bedroom. He was so close. After what seemed a lifetime, he reached her bedroom door. It was cracked open just a bit, and he held his breath as he placed his hand on the handle. Slowly he pushed it open.
There she lay, her slender form stretched out upon the bed, right under the open window. She looked so small and helpless engulfed by the size of the double bed. Her pale skin glowed in the moonlight that streamed through the window, illuminating her peaceful face ringed by soft raven waves. Even his dreams had not done her justice. How dare she think herself better than him. It was she laying helpless in dreamland, unaware of his power over her. He felt himself begin to grow hard as he noticed her left breast peeking out from under the covers in the gentle moonlight. He had waited so long for this. Quietly he shut the door behind him and crept across the room. He wished for her to remain asleep until he was ready. Stooping by the bed side table, he removed to strips of the red cloth and the knife. The other to strips he tied at the foot of the bed. He would need those in time, and he would hate for anything to interrupt him. Next he carefully leaned over and slid the window shut. No need having an audience listening in on his fun. Finally he was ready.
He sat down on the edge of the bed, gazing at her face. His anger melted as he studied the way the moonlight made her glow. He leaned over and tenderly brushed a strand of hair as soft as silk from her face, then let his hand cradle her cheek. He studied the face that he already had burned into his every waking and dreaming moment. He could have loved her fully if she was not so self absorbed. He bowed his head over hers, feeling her whisper of a breath against his skin as he kissed her forehead. Her skin was as smooth as marble and as warm as a summer’s breeze. He moved lower, mildly kissing her lips, feeling their rosebud softness against his before pulling away. A smile lay upon her lips, as if in a dream worth keeping. He softly kissed her again, then again, then again, each time more passionately than before. His hands began to wander, running through her hair, across her cheek, down her neck, over her shoulders.
Suddenly her eyelids flew open and with a gasp she tried to push herself away from him. Her eyes were filled with panic as she searched for her dream assailant to find that it was all too real. Her deep brown eyes cast about his face asking a million questions with one look. Before she could even speak he cut her off. In a rare mood of tenderness he spoke words he could never imagine himself saying. “It’s ok. I’m here.” He tried to kiss her again, but she pulled away, trying to take the blankets with her. “Get away from me,” she gasped. Instead the blankets slipped down to reveal her full breasts, nipples already hard with what he took to be pleasure. Her spiteful words brought all his hate rushing back, and any tenderness he had felt was gone for good. “What? Too good for me are you?” he asked gruffly. At this he pulled her into his embrace and kissed her again. She struggled, trying to turn her head and push him away, but instead he tangled one hand in her hair, holding her face against his. The other hand he slid down her bare body to rest on the small of her back, keeping her in place. She began pounding her hands against his broad shoulders, trying desperately to push him away but he was too strong. She tried to speak, to beg him to stop, but all she could make were whimpering sounds as he forced his lips against hers. The more she struggled the more his grip tightened. As he deepened his kiss and tried to slip his tongue into her mouth, she bit down and he recoiled. He shook her once then pulled her close to try again, only to have his lip attacked. Angrily he grabbed her face in his hand and brought it close to his, forcing her to look into his eyes. “You will not bite me,” he growled and pushed her down against the bed, sliding his hand down to her throat. He swung his right leg over her, straddling her, pining her in place. He could feel himself growing larger as he stared down at her uncovered chest. Her breasts were so large, so perfect. He kept her in his choke hold and lowered his mouth to her shoulder, first kissing, then biting. He heard her breath catch as he sunk his teeth into her tender flesh for the first time. He took no pains in making sure she was comfortable, biting as hard as he pleased, causing whimpers to escape her lips. She tasted so sweet. Slowly he worked his way down kissing, biting, and tonguing her. Finally he flicked his tongue over her exposed nipple and felt her squirm under him. “You like that?” he asked, a devilish grin on his face. “Please stop. I beg you please,” she pleaded helplessly, her voice barely a whisper. Instead he turned his attention back to her erect nipple, continuing to tease it, licking, flicking, pinching, biting. He could feel her tensing under him and prepared for her next attack. She tried to kick and flail and claw her way out from under him, but he was simply too strong. He pushed his hand deeper into her throat, cutting off her air. With the other he managed to grab both her hands and pin them above her head, leaving her nothing to fight with. She attempted to fight for a minute more, desperately trying to free herself only to sink back down under his weight, panting and helpless. “Let me go you bastard!” she heaved, mustering all her strength. He merely looked at her and sighed, then reached for a strip of cloth on the bedside table. “I’m afraid I can’t do that, for we both know that you would try to run.” He spoke to her as if scolding a child. He then began to wind the cloth around her wrists, binding her tightly. “No!” she screamed and began struggling again. His hand flew and slapped her right across the face. For a moment she lay in shock, unable to move. That moment was more than what he needed, and he reached again for the table, this time grabbing the knife. He held it in front of her face, making damn sure she saw it. “You will not do that again,” he commanded. He lowered the knife to her neck, letting the cold steel rest there. “You will not say a word unless I tell you you can. And if you scream again, so help me I swear you will be punished. Is that understood?” Terrified, she lay perfectly still and silent under the touch of ice at her neck. “I said you understand?” he growled, pressing the knife harder against her skin. Quickly and silently she nodded her head, too afraid to speak. “Good. Now stay still.” With that he placed the knife between his teeth, and resumed tying her hands above her head, then securing them to the headboard.
The pure terror in her eyes excited him. He had never had such power, such control over anything. He liked it. Now that he finally had his chance, he almost didn’t know what to do. There had been so many fantasies, so many things he wanted to do to her that he had no idea what to do first. For a minute he just sat, taking in her helpless form, bound and naked under him. She turned her head as far as she could, refusing to look at him. “Trying to hide from me baby?” he asked. Reaching out he grabbed her face in his hand, twisting her to look at him. She tried to resist, but he could tell that she was starting to give up. “I said look at me,” he commanded. Reluctantly she let her eyes meet his, only to dart away again. He gave her a shake, and she forced herself to return his gaze. “You don’t want to look at me huh? Don’t want to see the man who’s gonna give you the best fucking of your life? I was hoping you would, but I can do it either way.” He grabbed another piece of cloth from the table and turned back to look at her. He leaned in and kissed her again, then began wrapping the cloth around her head, covering her eyes. “Please,” she begged and whipped her head to the side causing the cloth to fall. That one word was all that escaped her lips before his next blow fell. She curled up as best she could and tried to turn away, but her forced her onto her back again and forcefully grabbed one of her breasts. She gasped in pain as he relentlessly dug his fingers deeper into her flesh. “What did I say?” he growled with his mouth right against her ear. Suddenly he was off of her, and she was all too aware of her uncovered body. As she tried to curl up, a hand grabbed her left ankle. She kicked, fighting away her assailant, but he held tight. Then her leg was tied, and she could no longer kick. She wiggled and squirmed, trying to free her limbs before she had nothing left to fight with, but it was too late. Her right leg had already been caught in his grasp. She flailed in fear, horrified by her helplessness. He smiled as he watched her fight knowing that he had already won.
He stripped down, leaving his cloths in a pile at the foot of the bed. Then he silently moved up to where she lay, standing right next to her torso. She tried to move away from him, but her bonds wouldn’t allow it. “Open your mouth.” She lay stunned, too afraid to do anything, looking at him in pure shock. He positioned himself above her, a leg on either side. She did her best to burry her head in the pillow, but he grabbed her face. Suddenly something pressed against her lips, and she twisted her head away again. It felt warm and wet, and smelled musky. She tried to rub her lips against her pillow, but he grabbed her by the hair and twisted her back. Again he pressed himself against her lips, and she refused. “I’m not going to tell you again. Now open your mouth.” Once again she felt the ice of a blade against her shoulder and that was all the convincing she needed. She no longer twisted away, but she did not jump to accommodate him. Instead he just pushed himself against her mouth and slid past her lips. Slowly he began to gyrate, sliding himself past her lips over and over again. She did nothing but lay there, fighting her gag reflex. “Suck it,” he commanded. “Suck my cock like you’ll die if you don’t.” He began to thrust, moving harder and faster. Her mouth felt so good around his swelling cock. But she was still trying to force her mouth shut. “Don’t use your teeth,” he commanded. The tension eased, and he continued. He dropped the knife next to them on the bed and slipped his hand under her head, pulling her closer. If she wasn’t going to move he was going to make her. He could feel the head of his cock hitting the back of her throat, her tongue wiggling to get away from his taste, and her trying to pull away. But it felt so good. Each thrust slid her tongue across his cock, and each jerk of her head allowed him to push in harder and deeper. He listened to her whimper around him, and each one pushed him closer to the edge. He had never felt anything like this before. He could feel her beginning to gag, choking on him, but he was so close, so close to exploding. But he didn’t want to choke her and end the fun. Besides, he wanted to kiss her again without tasting his own cum. So at the last moment he slid out of her, exploding all over her breasts with a giant groan. She twisted away as best she could, coughing and gasping now that she was free.
“That good huh?” he asked with a smile. Slowly he got up from her bed then stumbled to her closet. There he found a towel that looked clean. He sat back down next to her and watched her sputter for a minute before reaching out to her. She flinched away as soon as she felt him reaching for her, dreading what he had planed next. “Relax,” he said with a tone of mock annoyance. “I was gonna clean you off, but I guess if you don’t want…” he let his words trail off. “Please,” she asked, forgetting herself. But he was too satisfied to care. He had begun to feel some tenderness for her, after the pleasure she had given him. And after all, he did care for her, even if she was conceited. She lay perfectly still and waited for him. She preferred when he was gentle. “Here,” he said, and lightly wiped her mouth. She seemed grateful for this. Next he gently cleaned off her breasts, fondling each one afterward. He dropped the towel on the floor and climbed over her, curling up next to her. He lay his head down on her breast and absent-mindedly began running his fingers over her stomach and legs. “That was amazing,” he sighed. She squirmed, trying to take some of the pressure off her bound wrists and ankles. “What? Oh stop it. You know I can’t untie you. You’d try to run.” She looked down at him almost in tears. “Please,” she begged, her voice wavering. “I promise I won’t run. Just please untie me. Please, it hurts.” He sighed and sat up, wondering if he should. He liked having her helpless beside him, but he also wanted to feel her touch. It would be so much more fun if she could move with him. He could try it, and if she misbehaved he could just as easily tie her up again. And the look in her eyes, those deep chocolate eyes. Somehow she had the power to melt him with one look, and he hated that she had power over him. He raised his hand as if to strike her, and smiled as she flinched away. He still had the ultimate power.
“Fine, I’ll untie you, as long you promise not to fight or run. But if you disobey in the slightest way, I will tie you back up. Understood?” She nodded, eager to be able to move again. He slowly moved toward her feet, kissing her down her stomach, her thigh, her leg, then unwinding the cloth from around her ankle. He repeated the process, kissing back up her leg then down the other, pausing to hover over her mound, then kissing it ever so tenderly. He was pleased that she did not shy away from his touch, but her body remained tense. As soon as her legs were free she closed them and drew them close to her body. After releasing her other leg he moved upward kissing her belly, her chest, her neck. He stopped just above her face and looked straight into her eyes. “Kiss me” he said softly, hovering over her body. It was more of a request than a demand. But as he leaned in, he was pleased that she did not pull away, and he felt a thrill as their lips met. Hers were so soft. He let the tension out of his arms and lay on top of her, feeling the warmth of her skin against him. His passion was beginning to stir again, his cock growing hard. He could not understand how she could just lay there unmoving under him. Her hands were still tied above her head, her legs clamped closed. She didn’t really kiss him, but merely allowed him to kiss her. He began running his hands over her, hoping to inspire movement. He caressed her arms, shoulders, down her sides, her hips. She lay still, occasionally shivering at his soft touch. “Does that feel good?” She was staring at the wall, refusing to look at him. She could never admit that, yes, his touch felt wonderful, and she imagined that it would be a thousand times better if she had actually wanted it. But like this, she wanted nothing more than to run screaming.
“What would you like? Hmmm?” She shivered again as he ran his hand down her side. “Leave me alone,”she breathed, bold against her fear. She tensed, ready for the blow, but was relieved to hear him laugh softly. “Aww… but we’re having so much fun. There must be something I can do for you. You seem to like this.” He continued stroking her, moving lower. He traced small circles over her belly, then trailed his fingers down to her hips, running from one to the other. Then he slid his fingers down to the place between her legs. She clamped them tighter trying to keep him out. “Please don’t. Please.” He wiggled his finger, slipping it in between them, finding her clit. He began to stroke her, moving his finger in tiny circles. He was surprised at her wetness. A slight moan escaped her lips even as she tried to pull away. He slid his other hand under her, placing it in the small of her back, holding her against his other hand. He spent another minute massaging her clit, moving her hips for her. Her breathing became heavier and her legs began to spread ever so slightly. He took his chance and slid his finger down into her wet pussy. She gasped and involuntarily arched as she felt his finger slide inside of her. “I thought you would like that.” He began moving his finger in and out of her, first slowly then gaining speed. Her breath came in choked spurts, trying to fight her pleasure. Suddenly he slid another finger in, and a full moan formed on her lips. She had begun to gyrate against his hand without his guidance, and he spread her legs farther apart. Then he lowered his face to taste. He flicked his tongue over her clit and she pressed against him with a sigh. He began lapping at her, tasting her sweet juices. She was thrashing in pleasure, unable to keep still. “You taste so good,” he sighed as he came up for breath. All she could do was moan in response, his fingers still thrusting into her.
By now his cock was ready, even harder than before. He practically ached to be inside her soaked pussy. He pulled his fingers out, then positioned himself over her, barely able to wait any longer. But he wanted to play with her some more. “Ask for it,” he commanded. “Tell me how much you want it.” She moaned, trying to rub herself against him. All logic had left her, now controlled by pure sexual desire. “Tell me how much you want to feel my cock inside you. Beg for it. Tell master how you want to be my little whore.” She just kept panting and arching her back, trying so hard to get him. “If you want it say it.” Before she had time to even comprehend what she was doing the words had escaped her lips. “Please let me be your whore. Let me feel your cock.” He smiled at her words. “Where do you want to feel it? Hmmm? Tell me exactly what you want master to do to you.” He teased her, barely touching himself to her. “I wanna feel your cock in my pussy. Please, master.” It felt so good to hear her beg. Then with a thrust he pushed himself inside her.
She practically screamed as his huge cock slid into her tight wet pussy. He grabbed her legs, holding them up against his shoulders and grabbed her hips. He began humping her, pulling her from her hips with each thrust. He could feel her pussy straining to accommodate him as he pushed deeper and deeper. She moaned with every thrust, barely able to breathe, and he wanted to keep her under his power. He stopped and clapped a hand over her mouth, leaning in real close. “Did I say you could make a sound?” he growled. Fear crept back into her brown eyes. “That’s better. Not a sound unless I say so.” He started up again, this time more slowly, teasingly. He could see her biting her lip, fighting the moans rising in her throat. Her breath caught every time her pushed into her. He was baiting her, waiting for what he knew would come. Finally she let out a squeak after he had pulled out and plunged back in again.
“What did I say?” He grabbed at her arms, ripping at the knots at her wrists. After freeing them, he forcefully flipped her over, pulling her hips toward him and pulling her arms behind her back. “I’m sorry master,” she breathed, trying to appease him. But her words only made it worse. “What did I say?” he shouted. “On you hands and knees.” he commanded. “Come on, come on. Stick your butt in the air.” He pulled on her arms, forcing her into the position he demanded. She moaned in pain as his hand slapped her ass. “That hurt? Hmmm?” He smacked her harder, the sound ringing in her ears. “Since you’re so keen to speak, answer my question you dirty little cunt. Does it hurt?” He hit her again and she squealed in pain. “Yes,” she whimpered. “Yes what you little whore?” “Yes master.” He slapped her again, feeling her hot flesh under his hand. “That’s better. I told you if you disobeyed you would be punished. But I’m going to let you help pick your punishment. How many times should I spank your lovely little ass hmmm?” He ran his hand over her ass, admiring it. The right cheek burned from the blows. He slid his hand farther down, back to her dripping pussy. He teased it, stroking the lips before sliding his fingers back inside. Then releasing her arms, with other hand he smacked her again. “The longer you take to answer the more spankings you’ll get.” He raised his hand again, and just as he was about to let it fall she answered. “Five?” she asked hoping that would be enough. “Only five? I don’t think that’s nearly enough. But how about this? What’s five times five?” He slammed his fingers into her, causing her to squeal. “Twe- twenty five,” she gasped. “Good. And you will count out every one. Keep your hands by your sides. Ready?”
He raised his right hand to slap her plump ass and pulled the fingers of his left almost out of her pussy. Then he brought his hand down on her and slammed his fingers into her a split second later. The moan that flew from her lips excited him. “One,” she gasped. Again his hand rose and his fingers pulled out to repeat the process. “Two. Three. Four. Five.” His fingers accented every number that came from her lips, making it that much more difficult for her. “Louder you little cunt.” He hit her again, savoring her moans that grew louder with every torturous touch. By the time he got to ten her ass was on fire, and by fifteen she was screaming with each blow. His cock was even harder than before and he wanted to cum so bad it almost hurt. He finished up her spankings, loving the way he ass felt under his hand. He could feel her pussy throbbing around his fingers and couldn’t wait another second. He grabbed her hips and pulled her to the edge of the bed, aligning her with his cock. Then without hesitation he slipped into her still soaked pussy. She moaned, trying to pull away. “Oh no you don’t.” He held on to her hips nice and tight, pulling her back to him. She squealed as he pushed his cock deep inside her. “Please stop. It hurts. Please.” He could hear her voice cracking as she begged. But he needed this. “As soon as you get me off I’ll let you rest.” Then he began humping her, pushing his dick into her. He could feel her pussy throbbing, squeezing against him, unwillingly coaxing him to orgasm. He pumped himself faster and faster, digging his fingers into the flesh of her hips. She was screaming, barely getting in air, fingers clawing at the blankets in pain. And then finally he came, thrashing in pleasure, exploding inside her. He had never orgasmed so hard in his life.
He collapsed on top of her, panting and covered in sweat. He could feel her under him, body slick with both his and her own sweat, heaving under the weight of his body, but he did not move. He was too tired. After a few minutes he removed his lip dick from her and rolled her onto her back. As he crawled up next to her he found that she was sobbing, tears streaming down her face. Her face glistened with mixture of sweat and tears, and her hair was wild and tangled. But she looked so beautiful to him. He lay next to her, gently wrapped his arms around her and pulled her to him. He held her close but not tight, and began to stroke her hair. “It’s all right. It’s over. Don’t cry.” He kissed her forehead tenderly, and continued to comfort her. She did not try to fight him, nor did she allow herself to cuddle against him; she merely lay sobbing. Finally her tears subsided as she fell into a restless sleep. He lay there with her, admiring every curve of her body and they way it seemed to glow in the moonlight.
After a while he rose, heading to the kitchen. He searched the cabinets for a glass, then filling it with water. He drank the whole thing in a matter of seconds, then refilled it. He could feel the sweat on his body drying, leaving him with an almost sticky feeling. He headed for the bathroom, flipping on the light as he went and started the shower. He was pleased to find that the apartment had an actual bath tub, which would make his plans easier. After starting it up, he headed back to the bedroom. He stood in the doorway, watching her sleep and sipping his glass of water. He felt a huge sense of achievement taking her in, noticing his cum oozing out of her pussy. He had achieved that which he had wanted for so long.
He put down his empty glass, then went to the bed. “Wake up,” he murmured in her ear. He gently ran a hand across her cheek and could feel the dried tears. She began to curl up in a ball, pulling her legs toward her chest with a moan. “Come on. We should clean you up.” He leaned down and slipped his arms under her and picked her up. He carried her to the bathroom and stepped into the shower.
She shivered as the water hit her even though it was warm. He sat down in the middle of the spray with her still in her arms, cradling her as if she were a child. He held her against him, supporting her head against his arm, and watched the water drip down her body in beads. She just lay with her eyes closed, exhausted and sore from his fucking. He reached up and grabbed a washcloth, then began washing her ever so gently. He started with her face, washing away the salt from her dried tears. Then he moved down her neck, and over her shoulders. Next her washed her breasts, noticing her nipples were hard under the hot water. Kissing her neck all the while, he moved in small circles starting at the nipple and moving outward, finishing each breast with a kiss. Then he moved lower, stroking her stomach, then her mound. He felt her tense as her touched her there, afraid that he would take her again. “It’s ok,” he whispered. “I won’t hurt you.” Putting down the cloth, he began to stroke her with his fingers, letting the water trickle over her. He slipped his hand in between the fold of her legs and gently guided them apart, allowing the water to cascade down her sore cunt. She didn’t even try to fight. She was so exhausted that she just lay there, silently begging that he wouldn’t hurt her again. He slid his fingers down over the lips of her pussy, feeling the stickiness of his cum and her juices. Gently he rubbed that away, helping the water. Then he parted them as tenderly as he could, and slid a finger inside her. He felt her tremble as her breath caught and a moan formed in her throat.
“Good girl,” he whispered in her ear. He held her close, and began moving his finger inside of her, coaxing his cum out of her. Every few seconds a moan would catch in her throat and she would jump as he massaged her sore little pussy, but he held on to her, cleaning up after himself as gently as he could. He buried his head in her hair, inhaling deeply. She smelled so sweet. When he was finished cleaning her, he just sat there, holding her as the warm water trickled down their bodies. He felt her sink deeper into his arms with every minute until he could tell she had slipped back into sleep. He wiggled his way out from under her and turned off the water. Carefully he stepped out of the tub, grabbed a towel and quickly dried off, looking down at her as the water slowly dripped over her curves. There was still so much that he wanted, but that would have to wait until another night. He was running out of time.
He picked her up and wrapped her in the same towel, then carried her to the couch. He still had work to do. He went back to the bedroom and flipped on the light. With a sigh he gazed a the bed, noting a wet spot right in the middle of it. Those sheets would have to come with him, as would the first towel he had used, which lay crumpled on the floor. First he stripped the bed, stuffing the stained sheet into his bag, then grabbing the towel as well. Next he made sure that he had everything he had brought with him, putting them all back into the bag from where they came. He scooped his clothes off the floor and dressed with a sigh, wishing he didn’t have to leave. It would be so nice to wake up next to her. But he continued on with his cleanup, instead looking forward to his next adventure with her. He grabbed the bag from the floor, then took his empty glass to the kitchen, where he placed it in a pile of already dirty dishes. He unceremoniously dumped his stuff by the door, then went back to her.
She lay just as he had left her, hair still dripping wet. He picked her up, then carried her back to her bed. He noticed that she was covered in goosebumps, and she shivered as he removed the towel. He quickly covered her up with the comforter, then hung the towel over the back to the chair to dry. He didn’t linger to gaze at her, but instead hurried to the kitchen and found an already open bottle of cheap red wine. This was to be the final touch.
He poured a tiny bit into a glass and took both the bottle and the glass into her room. He placed the open bottle on the bedside table, then sat down beside her. He slipped his hand under her head and sat her up, unconcerned as to whether or not she awoke. But she was so exhausted she didn’t even stir. He tipped the glass to her lips, making sure the wine coated them, then lay her back down. Then he let the glass fall to the floor beside the bed, spilling it. Now it would look like she had drank herself into a stupor. It had been all too easy. He grabbed his bag, killed the lights and silently he slipped out the door, being sure to lock it behind him. He would hate for anything to happen to her in her helpless state.
He lay in his own bed, replaying the night over and over. The feel of her skin under his, her sweet smell, the sound of her moans catching in her throat; it had all been so much more amazing than he ever imagined. And he smiled as he drifted off thinking of the note he had left in her desk for her to find. “Don’t worry my love. I’ll be back again for you. I’ll be back again.”

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