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Consume

By: Enygma55



Walking through the door, it had been a bad day when I see you. You are folding clothes and listening to your ipod. You haven't noticed my entrance.  My gaze wanders your body; your tight shorts and your half shirt reveal an ample of amount of skin. Today is one of those days where you are mussed and don't care. As you dance to the music, the motions of your body get to me. The way you move is so sexy and even though you are unaware of my presence I feel like you are teasing me. It is so hot to watch you dance. The way your muscles move and your hips gyrate, it is pure torture.  Almost without conscious thought, I move up behind you and grab you.  One are goes around your neck the other slides around to your stomach. I pull you tight against me. My mind is lost in a tide of desire and anger. I pin you against me. My head resting against yours and I nuzzle your neck.

"Hi, little one," I say as I squeeze your neck a little and my hand goes down your stomach.

You let out a startled yelp as I grab you, a little scared but relax slightly as you realize it is me.

"Hi, baby. I didn't hear you come in," you whisper to me, grinding your ass against me.

"I know baby doll but I saw you. I have something to say to you," I whisper as I nip at your neck.

"Oh really? What is that?"

"I am going to use you and take you and make you into my little slut," I growl out as I unbutton your shorts.

"Not right now honey I am busy," You say as you push my hand away from your buttons.

"Did that sound like a request?" I force my hand back to your shorts as I push them down. My arm chokes you a little as you struggle.

"Stop it, not right now."

I make no reply as I finish sliding your shorts down. Your struggles just push me further into my desire. I bite your neck hard and my hand gropes your pussy. You gasp at the roughness I am showing you. I have never been like this and you are a little shocked by it. I push your panties to the side so I can play with your clit as I push you up against the table, trapping you between it and me. You try to get away and speak but my hand moves up from your throat to your mouth and it covers your mouth. My fingers slide inside you, roughly as my thumb pushes hard against your clit.  I am surprised to find you wet but not enough to register. It wouldn't matter if you weren't, you realize that I am past the point of caring.  My hand leaves for a moment long enough to get my pants and boxers off.  I am so hard for you and my cock nestles between your cheeks as my hand goes back to your pussy.  I pull you tight against me using your pussy as a hand hold and grinding my cock against your ass. This is not me, this is not who I am but I can't help it. I want you. I want you so bad. I have to have you. I need you. I want to consume you and make you mine. I want to give you my cock and my cum and make you beg for it again. I want you to plead for me to fuck you harder as I choke you and pin you to this table. Those thoughts carry me as I push you down against the table. Holding you down with one hand as I line up my cock with your pussy; my hand lets go of your mouth.

"Stop it, please. I am not in the mood and this is no way for you to act. What the hell has gotten into you?" You yell loudly as you struggle against me.

"You want this, your pussy is wet for me. You can't deny it," I say to you, completely ignoring you pleas for me to stop. 

Slamming my cock into your hard and rough; my hips bang into your ass as I do. You struggle hard trying to get away from your former sweet boyfriend but my hand pins your arms to the table and I rapidly thrust my cock in and out of you. I am consumed by the feeling of power and desire. You are now mine and I want you to feel it and lose yourself in my lust for you. My cock fills you up as I fuck you pinned the table. Your face against clean clothes you where just folding and your panties around your ankles as I bang my cock into you again and again. You are so wet and tight and soon enough your pleas turn into moans as I fuck you like a dirty little slut.

"You like this baby, don't you? Taking you like this? Making you my little fuck toy?" I growl out at you as I relentlessly fuck you.

You say nothing just moaning as your pussy contracts and tightens around my cock.

"I can't hear you.... I asked you a fucking question," I yell as I smack your ass.

You moan and squirm.

"Well baby? do you like being my slut? Do you like me fucking you like the dirty whore you are?" I ask again as my hand slams against your ass cheek.

"God, yes fuck me... fuck me harder please sir fuck me hard and make me take your cum. Please sir fuck me like a little slut," You scream out as I bend you to my will.

I piston my cock in and out of you, the table rocking and shaking with the force as I fuck you harder and faster. I don't care as the clothes spill every where and as your hips dig into the edge. I just hold you down and make you take my cock again and again as I fuck you from behind.  I feel you cum for me... its not for you, its for me. You might get pleasure out of it but you are cumming for me and my desire. You had no say and no choice you are my little fuck toy.

"Someone lied to me, someone likes to for me to take her this way. You just came for me. You are such as slut. You like being fucked here on this table."

You moan and shudder and nod as my cock still pounds into you. You try for a moment to shit positions but you can't as I keep you trapped. My cock is relentless and you feel so good. Your juices making it even easier to fuck you harder and faster, lost in the sensations. With a final thrust I cum deep inside you which feeling that cum surge up in your pussy, you lose control and cum again as I grind my cock deep inside you.

"You are my little cum slut. You are mine to take and use. I will take you when and where I want baby or I will punish you.  You are mine and I will keep you," I say before spinning you around and kissing you fiercely and passionately.

"Yes, sir, I'm yours," You say meekly.

"Good girl, little one," I kiss you again, holding you tight as you feel me get hard again.....

Consume My Life



I had prepared myself for that night. Ritualistically cleansing myself till my skin was smooth with only the scent of fresh skin. Recalling how I'd lain naked in the bath, the warm water enveloping me as I slowly touched the places I wanted to feel your lips.

Running my fingers slowly down my neck, the room so quiet I could almost hear my heart beating as it pulsed under my fingertips. Tracing my veins with my finger slowly down my neck towards my heart. Lying still in the bath my hand gently cradling my left breast, cupped around it, my fingers resting on my sternum and sinking slowly down into the bath till the warm water flowed over my face. Hearing and feeling my blood as it pounded in my ears and beating to a steady rhythm into my cupped hand. Stilling my mind, clearing my thoughts of the yearning I felt, the quiet desperation to have you take me quickly and passionately. To have you ease my longing and leave me transformed. 

Watching in the mirror as I dried myself, easing the rough towel over my delicate white skin and seeing myself as you would soon see me. Easing my stockings up my legs, positioning the lace carefully over my white thighs. Zipping my skirt up, the split up the side just showing the lace top of my stocking. Slipping on my long black jacket I buttoned it up carefully to cover my naked breasts then slipping into my heels I prepared to leave. 

As I entered the club I had hoped to feel your eyes on me. But I felt nothing. I ordered a drink and made my way to a table near the back of the club. The dim lights made it difficult to recognize the faces of the small number of patrons. I sat back sipping my drink, nervously looking around I was sure you were not going to show up tonight. I closed my eyes disappointment welling up inside me. 

Hearing a clink I opened my eyes to see you sitting across from me, your face impassive as you struck your nails against your glass again. Barely acknowledging me as I started to stammered out a hello but you raised your finger to my lips to hush my words. My eyes still on you as you rose and made your way towards the very back of the club. Following you passively. As you came to a halt I reached out to slip my arms around you and I could feel your tension. Your hands grasped my arms pulling then down firmly to my sides as you reached down and place your lips roughly on mine. Your tongue searching into my mouth, your lips cold and unkind as you tasted me, pulling me closer to you till you'd backed yourself up against the wall. Releasing your grip you bent to nuzzle into my neck, your fingers unbuttoning my jacket and exposing me. 

Your eyes lowering down over my luminous white flesh. Kissing and licking my neck tenderly as you approached where you wanted to be. Releasing my body over to you as I sighed and leaned in towards your lips. My breathing becoming harsher as you tugged your teeth at the skin on my neck. Nipping and pulling at my skin then releasing it and gently licking. My body relaxed in your grip, giving myself to you, and wanting you to take me. Your hands gripping my waist, nearly pulling me up to you as you moaned into the hollow of my shoulder. My hands resting on your hips as you slid your hands up my body and held the weight of my breasts in your hands. Resisting the urge to have your bare skin against mine I stayed passive to your now tender touch. Your soft moans echoing in my ears as you trailed your tongue lightly down my chest and circled it slowly over my hardening nipples. Taking my puckered, pink nipples into your mouth your teeth lightly grazed over them as you sucked. 

My breathing fast with longing but knowing that this is your time. My need for you growing as you held me tenderly wanting desperately to scream out for you to take me and to force your mouth to my breast. An aching need growing in my body as I mentally prepared myself to be taken by you. But the time had come, as you ceased your kissing and I felt the pressure of your teeth on the tender skin of my left breast. Holding back my anguished cry as your teeth pierced my flesh and sunk in. Feeling the dull ache inside me as you hungrily consumed me, knowing that if I tried to push you back the pain would increase. But you relaxed, your tension easing as my warm body flowed into you. My head spinning as you took in my eager fluid; I could feel my life transferring to you. I could feel you getting stronger as my energy passed over to you, my body yours to take.

Barely sucking now as you caressed my breasts and let my lifeblood slowly flow into you mouth. Contented, a flush of colour now visible on your face in the dim light. Your hunger dissipating as you drink. Low moans deep in your throat mingled with my weakened sighs. Closing my eyes as a wave of weakness came over me and I sank forward into your arms. Your grip on me tighter, holding me up as you raised your lips to mine. Your cool lips lingered on mine as I searched your mouth with my tongue, sharing the taste of my blood with you. Not noticing your actions until you raised your wrist to my mouth and I felt your warm blood flow into my mouth from the small incision you'd made. Sucking lightly on your wrist clasping it with my hands as I felt the heat rising in my face and a pounding in my ears as your life restored my body. Panting and wanting more, not wanting it to end, you pulled your wrist from my lips and once again lowered your lips to mine. 

Our arms slipping around each other encircled in warmth as we embraced and relaxed against each other. Resting my head against your shoulder I could feel the slow beating of your heart and felt calm knowing that I now shared a part of you. That we were now linked by blood and the need for more would draw us back together. 



Consumed



The weather man predicted a great forecast for Memorial Day weekend. I contacted several of my bird watching partners, which are also members of a web-ring I belong to, to see if they wanted to go away “birding”. It was to my dismay that most had family gatherings of one kind or an other. Once I discovered that I’d have to go alone, I sought out the perfect refuge. The other day at work I had overheard two of my co workers, Pete and Kyle, talking about this really great hunting club about two hours from where I lived. I called up Kyle, the one who had killed a nice buck and asked him for the name and number to see if I could book a “birding” weekend instead of a hunting outting. Kyle suggested that he “show” me personally to the farm. I graciously declined, (ONLY because he was a married man, as he certainly would have been a man I would have enjoyed having all to myself for a long weekend) but thanked him nonetheless for his “generous” offer and reminded him that his wife would not be so pleased with future offers of that sort. He chuckled as he hung up the phone.

The owners of the hunting perserve were very nice and offered me a great discount since it was “off season”. I would have the 1500 acre farm to myself. Most people had family plans for this long weekend. It was my choice not to go back home, since it was such a long trip; besides I really didn’t feel like getting out in all the holiday travelers for such an extensive trip. The relaxing fresh air of the countryside would do me more good than visiting with my “not so close” family. Once I had the cabin (which was really a fully furnished mobile home) booked, I made a “to do” list.

With only one more day to go, I was antsy with anticipation of getting away to myself for just a little while. All my gear was packed in the car for the trip. I knew I needed a good nights sleep for an early start the next morning. I luxuriated in a hot bubble bath for nearly an hour, hoping the suds would relax me enough to soothe me into a peaceful nights sleep. Soon, I toweled off and climbed into bed, pulling the covers over me. The restlessness set in fast. Knowing in my mind it would take more to get to sleep than a hot bath. I allowed my hand to wander to my nether regions. My freshly shaven pussy was moist and warm. My fingers tenderly fumbling over my lips, seperating them, seeking my own personal favorite spot. Before long, I was rubbing back and forth furociously. I could feel the fluids leaking beyond my entrance and down my thighs. Moments later, I felt my body stiffen and shake as I came to visions of an old lover giving me some great oral pleasure. Then I drifted into a gentle sleep. No sooner had I fallen asleep than my alarm went off, or so it seemed anyways. 

I could smell the coffee brewing from the kitchen, which was started with an automatic timer. The arouma brought me to my senses quickly. I made my way into the kitchen and fixed myself a cup right away. Sipping on it, I went back to my room to dress in shorts and a T-shirt for the drive. Quickly, I fixed a “to go” jumbo cup of coffee and hit the road. I had been emailed directions along with a map. There was no way that I could get lost finding my desitination.

The farm was huge, with pastures for livestock, along with acres and acres of woods. A river ran through it, which meandered along fencelines for as far as one could see. The wooded areas were prime for bird watching. I could not wait to get started. I checked in with the people I had made the arrangements with and picked up a key. There are only three such “cabins” for rent. I was lucky to have known the right person to discover such a perfer get away. The other cabins remained vacant, until hunting season would roll around once more - unless of course another lucky birder found this treasure, which was very unlikely.

Managing to get all my things into the cabin, I was excited about my first venture into the woods. Remembering that the farm owners told me the hunting paths were clearly marked, but in case of loosing my way around, if I returned to the river and followed it down stream, that would bring me back to the pastures. I snatched up my camera and binoculars and set off for the river. 

Three hours or so later and many photos of birds and other fabulous wildlife, I decided it was time for a lunch break. I meandered down a path that went towards the river. I recall hearing a very strange sound, not bird, and certainly unsure of what type of beast it may have been. As I got closer to the river, the sound began to grow and my heart started to pound. Being afraid is not something that stirs me often, but this time something was different. About 100 yards from the edge of the woods, I could hear the water of the river clearly and the strange sound clearly. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of movement. Tiptoeing, I worked my way upstream just a bit. Then in full day light, I saw the source of the strange sound. A very buxom blonde headed woman was stripped of her clothing and tied hand and foot, spread eagled between two trees. 

There were three trees side by side, with about four or five feet between each one. The trees were sorounded by many taller shade trees, preventing the woman from any sun burn. Moments later I discovered why the crys. A man, much taller and powerful, but equally as naked, than her was lashing her with a multi stranded whip. I could not see their faces, not even through my binoculars, due to the angle. The man would walk around the woman, which was exposed front and rear to his whippings. I could see faint red streaks upon her body, indicating that the sounds of the leather hitting her body was much more fearce than the actual results. Best I could tell she was enjoying the punishment, with her head tossed back and mouth slightly open, her cries were moans of pleasure and some pain combined. I was stunned to see such a sight. In fact, I couldn’t believe that the treatment the woman was receiving had stirred an excitement within me. To get a much better view, I snuck silently around to a different angle.

Once in place, I sat down and quietly watched as the woman received more of the lashings all over her lithe body. The man, from the angle I was at, looked vaguely familiar; perhaps one of those “familiar faces” that everyone “thinks” they know, but really doesn’t. I’m not sure how long the people were there and how long she had been receiving these blows, but it had been quite some time, from the stripes across her beautiful body. Peering through my binoculars, I could see the lady’s lovely bush was dampened with excitement. Her nipples fabulously erect and I could see pink streaks across her breasts and over her nipples, indicating they had been struck with the whip also. Then the man turned to walk around the lady and it was then I got a good look at him. His erection standing proud and body firm, but his face is what caught me off guard. It was none other than Kyle, my co-worker. 

This discovery made my head reel. Who was the beauty he had tied to a tree, his wife? What were they doing here, especially after knowing I, too, would be there? The questions really frustrated me, but the show before my eyes, startled me further. I could not believe that I was really enjoying watching her.

Some time later, he dropped the whip and went to his knees, burying his face in her drenched bush. This time, I knew she was truly enjoying what was happening. I would have too. The performance was too much. The show had me consumed with anticipation. I stripped off my shorts and worked my hand below my elastic band of my sheer panties. My own slit, very wet with excitement. She could not move into a good position for his tongue, nor could she move away once he latched on to her clit. It was more than I could stand, I came in a flash to the cresendo of her own cries. My moans escaped my lips, but I doubted they heard them, due to the perfect timing of her orgasmic delight. He stood up after ensuring she was finished climaxing upon his tongue. I could overhear him say something about taking a bathroom break.

I had no inclination of being caught so I lay down quietly upon the soft bed of grass, waiting for his return. In no time he was back. He picked up a wet wash cloth and washed his still semi rigid cock off, leaving no trace of his bathroom break. I returned to a squatting position, so I could avidly watch whatever else was going to happen to the buxom babe. He mentioned to her about a willow tree he had seen and wanted to know if he could use a “home made” whip on her. She nodded and her face revealed she was anxious to feel mother nature upon her nakedness. He passed within 20 feet of me on the way to getting the branches. My breathe was ragged and my heart raced, but he never saw me. I can only assume he was so excited with what was yet to happen to his lovely blonde that he could concentrate on nothing more. 

Ten minutes had elapsed and he had yet to return. She began to wither a bit and seemed uneasy about his absence for an extended time. I looked long and hard at this woman through my binoculars. She was a treat, not that I am bisexual, but beauty is not easy to dismiss. Her helplessness spurred me on further, not to mention, the though of Kyle eating my pussy lured my mind to “being in her shoes”, or lack there of in this case. 

All of a sudden it went black. Never did I hear a thing, yet I knew I had been caught and Kyle had wrapped something over my head. Quickly he picked me up and carried me before the beauty on the tree. She asked what he was doing and he told her it seemed they were being “spied” upon, so a punishment had to be given for the intrusion. I begged him to let me go. I apologized profusely. He told the beauty to offer some suggestions for my punishment. She suggested I be tied just like she was. I did everything I could do to get free, but to no avail. He took me to the tree and tied me around it. It was a temporary measure so he could undo my blouse and bra, so that they would slip off easily once I was unbound. He untied me, stripped my remaining clothing and then tied me just like the blonde was. She and I shared the middle tree and I had the other side of me to the third tree. Kyle asked what I thought I was doing watching them? I mumbled something, but he didn’t hear me, so he demanded I speak up. I apologized again. He said it wasn’t good enough and that I would have to endure a whipping also. My skin crawled. Watching it being done was one thing, but suffering at his lashes was something enirely different. I reminded him that I’d let his wife know all about it. Laughing, Kyle turned to look me directly in the face and said, meet Kimberly, my wife. So the blonde was his wife after all. I was astonished that she allowed her own husband to punish her in the manner he was doing. With that threat a failed issue, I came up with rape as my next threat. Cooly, he replied, I’d have to prove it and with a wittness (his wife present), I’d be a far cry from getting those results also. The threat had spurred him to action. I got my first “taste” of the multi stranded whip as it crashed upon my firm tits. It stung, but not nearly as I had thought it would. I looked down and saw pink marks begining to form. I cried and pleaded and begged him to stop. That made him strike me more and more. I hated him, despised him. His wife did nothing more than encourage him. At one point he stood between us and would whip her, then me and back again. His erection straining hard at the skin. I believe he would have cum then and there if he could have. He walked around us and got us both from behind also. Our pussies both receiving blows as he struck our backsides and the “fingers” of the whip creeped foward.

Then Kyle put the whip down and buried his face in my freshly shaven pussy. I thought I would die. After a few minutes of this. He stopped, looked up at me and told me that my body belied my protests, that I was enjoying his whippings. I knew in my soul he was telling the truth. His wife looked at me and smiled. She called her husband to her side and whispered something into his ear. I could not hear what she said, but he responded to his wife with a sneaky grin and winked at her. I asked them both what was going on. Kimberly, said that Kyle was going to give me a treat that I would never forget. Shirking, I told her that this was rape and that I already had more than enough to ever forget. She laughed softly and said I’d forget all about “rape” once I received this treat. Kimberly, also reminded me how much I had just enjoyed her husbands tongue upon my own wet slit. Confessing that to be fact, it did not excuse them from the actions yet to follow.

Momentarily, Kyle returned with a black doctor’s bag. He dumped the contents on the blanket at out feet. There was dildos, vibrators, butt plugs, nipple clips, lubes, strap-ons and a whole host of whips, chains and other “tools” of sexual pleasure and torture. I protested heartily, but to no avail. First, Kyle began by gently sucking on my nipples, making them stand at their height. Then, he placed nipple clips on them, adjusting them down until I squeeled in pain. He asked Kimberly if she thought that was tight enough, she nodded, stating it was my first experience and they needed to ensure I enjoyed it. I snarled, how could I enjoy all this, since it was against my free choice and it down right hurt. Next, he buried his face into my soaked pussy one more time, bringing my clit out of it’s protective sheath. He gently stroked it, using the flat of his tongue and tenderly poking at it with the tip. Chills were rapidally comming down my spine. I knew if he kept this up for long, I’d cum, despite the pain in my nipples, which seemed to subside as I concentrated on his wonderful oral skills. Kinberly could sense my impending orgasm. She told her husband to stop and give me the next part of the treatment. He rose and left me oh so close, but of so far from my climax. Now I was the one withering on the trees, wanting more, yet wanting to be free. 

He went to his bride and kissed her, sharing my juices with her. She smiled and told him I tasted sweet and wonderful and that she should be freed to enjoy my pussy. He smirked and said, later. Kyle went to his pile of items on the blanket and found two devices that looked like sissors with rubber tips. Then he grabbed some 3” wide surgical tape. He clamped this tool to one of my pussy lips and stretched it taut. Then he taped the handle to my leg. Repeating this to the other side, I knew I was very visible and accessible. The devices didn’t hurt too badly. Embarasingly open and exposed, I shuddered in trepidation as I could only imagine what was next.  Kimberly, suggested he tighten the nipple clips, just a hair more. Ouch, I cried as he crimped the opening shut a bit more. I winced in pain and tears formed in my eyes. Kimberly looked over at me and told me to relax and go with it. I had no intentions of relaxing, I just wanted to go. Kimberly told me I had a lot more to go through before freedom was even a remote possibility.

Kyle, not wanting his bride to be left out, attached a set of the same device to her outter pussy lips and taped the handles to her legs, leaving her exposed like myself. Then he retrieved a set of strange nipple clamps that looked like 3 tweezers all chained together. He applied one to each nipple, then left the other hang; which would eventually be clamped to her clit, I assumed. He buried his face in her pussy and sucked her clit erect. Her moans made me anticipate and want his face back in my own hot box. He rose up and kissed me full on my mouth, trying to seperate my lips for a french kiss, which I turned away from. Nonetheless, I got my first taste of another woman’s pussy. It was strange and it excited me, yet I tried to deny it to myself. I gathered, her clit was now ready as he applied the clip to her clit. She also winced in pain and tears formed in her eyes, but she never asked him to stop. She allowed herself to relax, despite the obvious discomfort.  Kyle stepped back and looked at his handy work. Two helpless ladies tied to trees, clipped at the nipple, pussies open and clits exposed.

He snatched up his whip and laid a good smack upon Kimberly’s open pussy. Tears welled in her eyes one more time. Then he struck her nipples, which were rosy red from the clamps already. She winced, and moaned. He moved before me. I knew I was in deep trouble. The first blow to my open flesh, stung, but I could tell he didn’t hit me as hard as he did his wife. My clit twitched. The second blow was sharper, made me gasp for air. Next he struck my hardened nipples. They were already sore, this made them hurt and tears welled in my eyes. Kyle smirked and moved around behind us, laying blow upon blow upon our naked behinds. He made sure every other stroke or two that he’d allow the “fingers” or the whip to cross under our backsides and land partially on our exposed vulvas and clits. The fluids from our excitement was oozing down both our legs.  He slid his fingers between Kimberly’s wet lips and brought the fluid to my mouth, forcing me to suck and lick his fingers clean. Telling me that I’d get my pussy really beaten if I didn’t do as he said. I did it. Not that I had much choice. He demanded I tell him that I liked her taste. I declined to answer. With that a sharp blow of the whip landed right on my clit and exposed labia. I cursed him and tears streamed down my face. I don’t know if I was more mad at myself for enjoying the flavor of a woman, or if it was the strike or all of the above. I do know my pussy was twitching and aching and wanting to be freed, yet desiring to cum, all at once.

Stepping back one more time, Kyle knew that he was no where near done with his two gals. He picked up a bottle of lube and two butt plugs, one larger than the other. I pleaded and swore at him, to just leave me alone, that this was not a treat in any way. He reminded me, my pussy told a different story. Kimberly was lubed first, then he slip the larger butt plug into her sexy round bottom. I could tell she loved it. She was well seasoned and experienced in anal sex, or so it seemed. This was something I never had tried and was not a willing participant now. Kimberly, ensured me that I would enjoy this. Kyle lubed my ass and slid a small finger in to me. It was an odd feeling, but really not that bad. Then he slid a second one, this time making me uncomfortable. He eased them in and out in a very slow manner, ensuring I had time to adjust. In no way was he being cruel, like he could be with his whip. Finally, my moans told my pleasure and he slid a third finger. I tried to shove it deeper. I was ready for the plug. It slid in easily and stayed put without any help. It was odd, but felt pretty darn good. 

Kimberly reminded Kyle, that he needed to check all his “torture devices”. He rechecked the tightness of her nipple clips then my own, which he adjusted slightly tighter, causing me to shreek. Then he untaped the clamps on her lips pulling them further open and doing the same to me, then retaped them in position. At last it was time for the final device to be put in place. Kyle had speculems and he first inserted one into Kimberly’s awaiting snatch. It slid in with great ease. He opened it up to the widest setting it would go. He tugged on her nipple clips, which was also attached to her clit. She squeeled in painful delight. He added a small fishing weight to the chain. Now she was complete. It was my turn next. Kyle slipped the speculum into my sopped pussy and opened it up to the widest setting. Now I was complete too. Well so I thought. 

With so much going on to our bodies, it never dawned on me that an orgasm was even possible. My nipples screamed, my pussy ached, my butt filled, my mind confused with anticpation and pain. Kyle then blindfolded Kimberly and then me. Neither of us knew what to expect, but as Kimberly was used to this She got the first orgasm. I heard her screams of delight. From her passionate words, I knew he had worked her clit over with a vibrator of some kind, alternating with his warm and wonderful tongue. As she subsided, I trembled with anticipation, but was scared just the same. 




Consumed



WARNING AND NOTICES: This is a work of fiction. All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

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Liam Strickland – 24 Years Old – Senior Business Analyst

Rick Romano – 28 Years Old – Fireman

Cassandra (Cassie) Niece – 2 Years Old

Christopher (Chris) or (Crissie as Cassie calls him) – 7 Years Old

Jack – Liam's Boyfriend/Partner – 27 Years Old

Julie – Liam's Sister – 30 Years Old – deceased in fire

Adam – Liam's Brother-in-Law – 32 Years Old – also deceased in fire

Rebecca – Liam and Julie's mother

Frank – Liam and Julie's father

Detective Mitch Seavers – Detective working the arson case and Stacey's boyfriend, although sometimes he doesn't want to admit it.

Stacey Peters – Fire Station Administrative Secretary, Rick's sister and Mitch's girlfriend.

Story Summary:

Liam, an openly gay man, has his life turned upside down when his sister and brother die in a fire at their home, leaving him to take care of his niece and nephew. Follow Liam as he tries to keep his life together.

Chapter 1

Rick and a few other firemen were combing through the ruble, searching for hot spots. Although there wasn't much left, they needed to make sure it was safe for the fire inspectors. Rick, being the fire captain, was responsible for making sure everything was secure before the inspectors took over.

It was pretty evident that the fire was arson. The fire had burned too hot and too fast for it not to be arson. It was obvious that some sort of accelerant was used. This fire took a lot with it, by the time they arrived on the scene, the fire had already taken over most of the house. They lost two men to this fire and two more were in the hospital. There were also two other occupants in the house that were found on the stairs, already deceased. It was obvious that they were trying to escape. Neighbors informed the police that the couple had two young children. This was how we lost our two comrades. As it turned out, there were no other occupants in the home at the time. 

The police had already started working to locate the next of kin, since they also needed to determine the whereabouts of the two young children, seven year old Christopher and two year old Cassandra. The neighbors had already identified the deceased as Mr. and Mrs. Adam Rockford. They were a fairly influential family and well known in the community. Adam was a very successful criminal lawyer. In fact, there was talk about him running for District Attorney. His wife Julie, was also a lawyer, however she worked in legal aid/poverty law. Both were well respected and the loss would really hurt the community.

As it turned out, the missing children were located when the police arrived at the home of Julie's parents. Today had been the Rockford's ten year wedding anniversary, so Julie's parents had taken the children for the night. The police asked Julie's parents to come down to the morgue to make a positive identification on the bodies. Although the neighbors had already identified the bodies, they wanted a relative to actually make the final identification. Julie's mom, Rebecca asked the officers if she could contact her son, Liam, to go down and make the identification. She was concerned about her husband. Frank has a weak heart and she was worried that it would be too hard on him, plus, Rebecca didn't want to leave the children.

Liam had just finished working on some figures provided by one of his clients and was settling down to relax in front of the TV. Tomorrow being Saturday, he was looking forward to relaxing and taking it easy over the weekend. Jack, his partner, was out of town on business and wasn't due back for another week. Jack was the CEO of a large software development firm and traveled a lot, but Liam could count on him to call every evening. Jack and Liam have been together now for almost five years. They had met when Jack had hired Liam to conduct a financial feasibility study and prepare a proposal for new business markets. Liam had just sat down with the remote in hand when the phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Liam, it's mom." Liam knew instantly that something was wrong. He could tell from the sound of his mother's voice, but before he could ask, she continued.

"There's been a fire at your sister's. Liam, they are both dead." She sobbed, not being able to hold herself together any more. "Liam, Julie and Rick are gone." She said again, almost as if she couldn't believe it and was trying to convince herself as well as Liam.

Liam was speechless, he didn't know what to say, but managed, "I'll be right there, mom."

No, wait Liam, the police… The police want a family member to go over to the morgue to identify the bodies. I don't think your father should go, I don't think his heart could handle it." 'No, his heart couldn't,' thought Liam. "Anyway," she continued, "I need to stay here with the kids. God, the kids, I'll have to tell them. How am I supposed to tell the kids?" And, she was sobbing again.

"Mom, I'll head over to the morgue, and then I'll head over there, Okay? Don't worry; I'll take care of everything. You and dad just stay there. We'll figure out how to tell Chris and Cassie as soon as I get there, Okay?"

"Okay Liam, we'll wait for you." With that, Liam hung up the phone.

As soon as Liam hung up, he picked it up again to call Jack. Jack answered his cell phone immediately. Liam rarely called him, usually waiting for Jack's call. So, Jack knew something had to be wrong.

Jack offered to come home immediately, but Liam didn't think that was necessary. Instead, he told Jack he would call him once he knew more. Jack didn't like the idea, but they finally compromised with Jack coming home Monday evening, rather than a week from today. This would give Jack some time to adjust his schedule, but also get him home early to be with Liam. After hanging up with Jack, Liam headed out the door.

An hour and a half later, Liam was on his way over to his sister's house after identifying the bodies. It was hard. It hadn't seemed real until he actually saw the bodies. It was at that point he broke down. It was real. His sister was gone. He sobbed quietly for some time before a police detective came in to talk to him. They had some papers that Liam needed to sign and then proceeded to ask him a number of questions concerning his sister and brother. They were hoping that they could get some sort of lead to start the investigation. Apparently, the police suspected that the fire was intentional. 

After leaving the police station, he had decided he needed to see the house. He wasn't sure why, but he just had to.

When he arrived at the house, he was shocked. He honestly didn't know what to expect, but this definitely wasn't what he expected. The house was gone. There was nothing left, except for the foundation. Wow! His car slowed to a complete stop in the middle of the road, his eyes locked on the house, his breathing stopped. Wow! He finally took a deep breath and blinked as tears again stung his eyes. Everything was gone. He started the car forward again and realized there were still several emergency vehicles parked in front of the house.

Liam pulled up behind one of the vehicles, exited the car and stood in front of the house, or what was left of it. Frozen in place, staring at the spot where the house used to be, Liam was again blinking back tears, while trying to figure out why he'd come here.

Rick was talking to one of the fire inspectors when he noticed the man standing in front of the house. It was obvious the man didn't belong here. He wasn't uniformed, but instead was dressed in faded jeans and a green v-neck t-shirt. He was tall, with honey blond hair. He was actually a very good looking man, probably about 25 years old. However, good looking or not, he obviously didn't belong here. So, Rick decided to question the man.

"Hello, I'm Captain Romano. Can I help you?" Rick asked, as he arrived next to the blond.

Liam was startled out of his thoughts, to see a large man wearing a firefighter's uniform, standing in front of him. Liam hadn't even realized there were other people here. It only stood to reason, since there were still several emergency vehicles here, but he was so caught up in the sight before him, that he didn't even notice the people. He looked up at the man, not quite sure what to say. He was sure the man said something to him, but didn't hear it over his thoughts.

"I'm sorry, what did you say?" He asked.

"I said, I'm Captain Romano. I'm the fire captain in charge. Can I help you with anything?" Rick repeated.

"Oh, no…Yes…Wait, I'm Liam Strickland, this is…was…is my sister's house." Liam shook his head, trying to clear it, trying to figure out what to say. Continuing, he said "I just left the morgue after identifying their bodies. I don't know why I'm here, I… I just wanted to see what was left. I…" He trailed off again, not sure what else to say.

Rick reached out and put a hand on Liam's shoulder, hoping to offer some comfort. "This must be really hard for you. I'm sorry for your loss and I'm sorry that you have to go through this. You are welcome to have a look around, but you'll have to stay on this side of the crime scene tape until the inspectors are done." With that, Rick walked off, leaving Liam alone. Liam watched him walk off. It was evident that the Captain had been working the fire. He was covered in soot and looked exhausted. He was an extremely large man with broad shoulders and amazingly blue eyes. Liam only noticed them because they stood out in stark contrast to the sooty face. They were beautiful eyes though.

Shaking himself again, trying to again regain focus, he decided he needed to head over to his parents. He was certain that they were probably wondering what was taking him so long.

When he arrived at his parent's house, his mom immediately consumed him in a hug. Holding him, squeezing him, sobbing uncontrollably. Liam pulled her away, grasped her face between his palms and wiped her tears with his thumbs, then leaned forward and kissed her on the forehead.

"Don't worry mom, we'll get through this. Everything will be alright. How are the kids doing?" He asked, hoping to keep his mom busy, help keep her focused.

"They are fine. They've been sleeping through the whole thing." Liam hadn't even given any thought to the time. He looked at his watch and realized it was close to 2am. His mom continued. "I still don't know what I should tell them, but I figured I would just let them sleep. No sense in waking them up now."

Liam nodded his head in agreement. "Mom, they say it was arson."

"I know Liam. The police would like your dad and I to come down to the police station tomorrow. They want to ask us some questions." She told him.

Speaking of his father, "How is dad doing? Is he handling this okay?" Liam asked.

With that, his dad walked into the entryway and hugged him tightly. "I'm doing fine Liam, considering. Mom's been hovering over me, driving me crazy, but otherwise I'm doing fine. How are you doing? Best come in. The kids are asleep in their mom's room, so your old room is ready for you. Why don't we all try to get some sleep? We're going to have one hell of a day tomorrow."

"Yeah, okay dad. I don't know that I'll really be able to sleep, but you're right about tomorrow."

Chapter 2

With very little sleep, Liam dragged himself into the kitchen, intent on having a large cup of very black coffee. When he walked into the kitchen, he was surprised to see his dad already sitting at the table, nursing a cup of coffee.

Grabbing a cup for himself, he joined his father at the table. "Rough night for you too?" Liam asked.

"Yeah, I'm worried about your mother. Liam…" His dad started. Liam looked from his cup of coffee, up into his father's eyes. His dad looked tired. 'I guess none of us really got any sleep last night,' he thought to himself.

His father continued, "You know, you'll need to take the kids." He said, while obviously trying to hold it together. "We would love to have them, but your mother already has so much to deal with. She already worries over me so much. We'll help out as much as we can, but Chris and Cassie, they don't need to be living with us, if something should happen to me. Don't get me wrong," he stopped, holding up his hand to stop what his son was obviously going to say, "I don't plan on going anywhere soon, but I also didn't plan to have a heart attack. But, if something did happen to me, I don't want the kids to be here, so close to it. I just think it's best for your mother and for the kids. Do you understand Liam?"

Yes, he did understand, but what would he do with two young kids? He and Jack had never even thought about kids, but now, what choice did he have. There was no way he would turn his back on Chris and Cassie. Oh, he knew his parents would take the kids if he refused, but he knew his dad was right. It would be best for everyone if the kids went with him.

"Okay dad, I'll take the kids. Jack and I have plenty of room at the apartment. We can do this." He said, working to convince himself more so than his dad.

"Thank you, Liam. That's one less worry. Just, don't tell your mom about our conversation. I know she has every intention of taking the kids, but we'll explain to her that it's best for them to stay with you."

"Yeah dad, that's fine." After that, they sat in silence, finishing their coffee.

Liam's mother joined them shortly after and started breakfast, knowing the kids would be awake soon.

After they all ate breakfast and the kids were settled in front of the television watching Saturday morning cartoons, Liam and his parents sat at the table, quietly talking about what would happen to the kids and how best to tell them.

After some argument back and forth, Liam's mother finally agreed that it would be best if he took the kids. They decided that Liam would head out and work on getting their apartment ready and that Liam's mom and dad would tell the kids what happened.

On the drive back to his apartment, all Liam could think about, was how glad he was, that he didn't have to be there when they told the kids. Then, he felt guilty for not being there. This conflict went over and over in his head for the entire drive home.

Once he arrived home, he decided he needed to focus on getting things ready for the kids. Jack and Liam had a really nice 4-bedroom loft style apartment in the upscale district of the small city where they lived. It would be easy to accommodate the kids. They, for obvious reasons, had the master bedroom, and the room directly across the hall was their office. The first of the two bedrooms down the hall was set up as a guest bedroom and it wouldn't take much effort to get it ready. The last bedroom however, was used primarily for storage, which means he would need to start going through everything and clearing it out.

Three hours later, he had everything sorted and cleared out. A few of the boxes would go to Goodwill and what was left he would store under the stairwell. He made a call to Goodwill and then hauled all the other boxes to the stairwell closet. Deciding that the kids should have normal kid's furniture, all of the furniture in the guest bedroom would be going to Goodwill as well. He wanted them to feel at home, to feel welcome.

Just as he was preparing to head out to get some lunch and do some furniture shopping, his doorbell rang. Opening the door, he saw a man that looked vaguely familiar. The man had an armload of boxes in his arms and several bags surrounding him. Perplexed, Liam asked, "Can I help you?"

"Uhh… Yeah, you can relieve me of a few of these boxes," the man said.

As soon as Liam heard the voice, he knew who was at his door. "Captain Romano," he said, the surprise evident in his voice.

"Rick," Rick replied.

"What?" Liam asked.

"Rick, you can call me Rick"

"Oh, okay. Sorry, I'm just surprised to see you here. Here, let me help you with some of those." Liam said, finally coming out of his stupor and taking some of the packages from Rick's hands. "So, why are you here? Have you found out something more about the fire?"

"No, not yet, but the guys and I at the firehouse, got a few things for the kids. Since they lost everything, we all pooled together and got them some clothing and toys and stuff. I hope that's okay." Rick said, somewhat nervous. God, but Liam sure was a good looking man.

"Oh yes, definitely. I was just getting the extra rooms in our apartment ready for them. I hadn't even thought about clothes and toys. I was actually just heading out to get some lunch and then do some furniture shopping for their rooms. I can't even begin to imagine everything that they are going to need. This is just all so surreal." Liam replied.

"Well, I'd be happy to help. I've got 12 nieces and nephews ranging in ages between 3 months and 12 years, I can help you get everything you'll need. Plus, I've got a truck." Rick offered with a grin.

"Rick, that would be great, are you sure? Can I buy you lunch first? I haven't eaten much today and don't think I could manage much more before passing out." Liam asked.

"Sure, lunch sounds good. Let's just get the rest of these bags and boxes from the hall and we can be on our way."

During lunch, Liam learned that Rick came from a very large Italian family and had six siblings, three brothers and three sisters. He was the youngest by several years. All of his siblings are married and have two kids each and one of his sisters is currently pregnant with niece or nephew number thirteen.

Listening to Rick talk, Liam couldn't help but admire how strikingly handsome Rick was. He was a very large man, with very broad shoulders. His Italian background gave him a beautifully olive colored skin tone. His hair was dark brown, cut short in the back, with longer wisps in the front that hung down his forehead a little. It looked like he pretty much had a permanent five o'clock shadow that was as sexy as hell. His eyes though, were what really stood out. They were a gorgeous grey, green, and blue, with a darker blue rim around the edges. Wow, you could really get lost in those eyes. In fact, he was lost in them, brought back to reality by Rick waving a hand in front of his face.

"Liam, are you still with me?" Rick chuckled, knowing full well that Liam was eyeing him as though he were tonight's dessert.

Liam started and then stumbled with something to say, while surreptitiously wiping the drool from his mouth. Jeesh, he had really zoned out there. "Sorry, I was lost in thought, I guess I've got a lot going on right now." Liam said.

"Don't worry about it. Under the circumstances, I completely understand. Besides, I tend to talk too much. Should we go ahead and check out the furniture store?"

"Oh, yeah, sure; the place where we bought most of the furniture for the apartment is pretty close by. We can head over there." Liam stated as he left money on the table to cover lunch.

They spent the next two hours deciding on the furniture. After the truck was loaded up with two twin beds, two dressers and two desks, they headed back to the apartment. They worked quietly while they set up the furniture, only discussing how to arrange things. After the furniture was situated, they started going through the bags and boxes that Rick had brought with him.




Consumed



Liam was surprised by the large numbers of items that were brought over. He couldn't believe that everyone at the station could be so thoughtful. There were several outfits each, including undergarments. There were stuffed animals, dolls, Playdoh, paints, Hot Wheels cars, movies, even a bright red fire engine. Just the thought of so many caring people coming together to help them out, brought new tears to his eyes.

Rick, watching Liam's reaction, said "Hey, we lost a couple of our men in that fire. Keith had been with the fire department for eleven years and Roger had been with us for about six years. They were part of our family. We all figured this would be a good way to pay tribute to their lives, to their sacrifice. Everyone pitched in, even some of the guys from the police station."

Liam was speechless. "I don't know what to say. Thank you just doesn't seem like it's enough."

"Liam, those two kids are now part of our family. No thanks are necessary. Now, let's get all this stuff put away." And with that said, they both started distributing all the items between the rooms.

When the rooms were ready, Liam called his parents and asked them to bring the kids over. Then he called and ordered pizza for everyone.

When his parents arrived, Cassie threw herself into Liam's arms.

"Unca Leem, Unca Leem," Cassie exclaimed excitedly, as she was enveloped in Liam's arms.

"Hey kiddo," he said as he gave her a big smack on the cheek, causing her to giggle. "How ya doin?" He asked.

"Hmmm," was her only reply as she eyed Rick suspiciously over Liam's shoulder.

Christopher was standing with Rebecca and Frank. He didn't look too good. It was obvious that he understood what was going on better than Cassie did. Setting Cassie down, but taking her hand, Liam headed over to where Chris stood.

"Hey Chris, how are you doing?" Liam asked.

"Fine," was the only reply he got, so Liam continued. "I ordered pizza for dinner. Hope you're hungry. I also set up rooms for you and Cassie upstairs at the end of the hall. Why don't you guys go take a look, then wash up for dinner."

Chris took Cassie's hand from Liam and they both headed silently upstairs.

Liam finally turned to Rick and introduced him to his parents. While his parents and Rick were discussing the details of the fire, the doorbell rang. Liam excused himself to pay for the pizza, and then put the pizza and some plates in the dining room.

"Hey, Mom, Dad, Rick, everything's set up in the dining room. Help yourselves. I'm just gonna head upstairs and get the kids."

Once upstairs, Liam found Chris laying down on his bed and Cassie sitting there with him.

"Hey guys, the pizza's here, are you hungry?"

Cassie immediately started hopping up and down and repeating "pizza, pizza, pizza." Chris however, didn't show any enthusiasm at all.

"Chris, aren't you hungry?"

"No, Uncle Liam, I'm just really tired. Can I go to sleep?"

"Sure buddy, no problem. If you wake up and are hungry, just come on downstairs and help yourself. Okay?"

"Okay, thanks Uncle Liam."

With that, Liam picked up Cassie and headed downstairs.

When he got to the living room, Rick was just setting up a couple of phone books on one of the chairs for Cassie. Looking up at Liam, he said, "You'll need to add a booster seat to your list of things for the kids."

Before Liam could respond, Rebecca asked where Chris was.

"He said he was tired, that he just wanted to sleep." Cassie added to that statement with "Crissie sad."

"Yes, sweetie, Crissie sad, but don't worry, he'll be ok." Liam reassured her.

While they ate, they discussed the funeral arrangements. Rebecca had decided that she would go ahead and take care of everything on that end, since Liam was going to have his hands full with the kids.

After dinner, while Cassie was watching one of her new movies, they discussed the issue of school and daycare for the kids. Liam had already decided that he would keep the kids in the same school for as long as possible. Since he was, in effect, a consultant and self-employed, he could adjust his schedule as necessary.

Frank brought up the fact that Julie and Adam had a will in place with the law firm where Adam was a lawyer. It was decided that Frank would contact the law firm and make an appointment to go over the will. Julie's parents had been named as Chris and Cassie's legal guardians if something should happen to them, but if they were not in a position to care for the kids, then guardianship fell to Liam.

Julie and Adam had a pretty sizeable estate, so the kids wouldn't need anything financially.

Finally, around 8 o'clock, they had decided to call it a night. Liam said goodbye to his parents and then turned to Rick.

"Rick, thanks so much for your help today. I don't know that I could have made it through the day without your help."

"I'm glad to have been some help. Let me give you my number, feel free to call me if you need anything. Also, everyone at the station would love to have the kids come by for a tour. I think that Chris would probably love to see the station and maybe go for a ride on one of the trucks. Maybe it would help distract him, even for just a short time." Rick replied.

"Thanks Rick, I don't know what to say, except that we'll definitely take you up on that offer." Liam said, as Rick handed him his business card.

After saying goodbye to Rick, Liam went back into the living room to find that Cassie had fallen asleep on the floor, her movie still playing.

"Guess you've had a pretty tiring day too, little one." He said, turning off the TV and gently picking Cassie up and carrying her to bed.

Later that night, Liam was relaxing on the couch, consumed with grief, tears streaming down his face while he was going through old photo albums of his family. He had lots of pictures of his sister. It was hard to believe that he would never see her again. They had so many memories. Julie had always been so protective of him. He remembered her wedding, remembered when both the kids were born. He was so excited to be an uncle. God, how was he going to manage to raise these kids? He had no idea how to be a father. 

He was brought out of his thoughts by the phone ringing. Looking at his watch, he knew it would be Jack.

"Hello?"

"Hey, babe, how are you doing?"

"Jack, oh, it's nice to hear your voice. I'm doing okay. I'm pretty beat though. Listen, we need to talk about something."

"Oh? What's up?" Jack questioned.

"Well, I'm taking the kids. Mom and dad can't really take care of them, so that leaves me. I don't know what else to do, I'm the only one. I went ahead and cleaned up the two extra bedrooms and furnished them today. I really hope this is all okay with you. I really didn't have any other choice." Liam said quickly.

There was a long silence on the other end of the phone and that had Liam really worried.

Finally, Jack answered with, "Liam, I don't know what to say to that. Kids weren't really part of my plan. I like the fact that we're not tied down with anything, that we have the freedom to come and go as we please. I like it being just us. I guess I just need to think about it a little bit."

"That's okay, I understand. This is really sudden and definitely a drastic change. We'll still be able to do things together, just you and I, my parents will be here to help out, so we won't be doing this alone." Liam responded.

"I know, I'll be home on Monday night and we can talk more then. I love you."

"I love you too." Liam said before he hung up the phone.

'Well, I'm not exactly sure if that went well or not,' Liam thought to himself as he proceeded to put away the photo albums and head to bed.

He woke with a start, not sure what woke him, but only that he was certain he heard something. Glancing at the clock, and collapsing back on the bed with a huge sigh. "God, its 4 o'clock in the morning, what now," he grumbled while heading out of the room to check on the kids.

He heard the crying before he even made it out of his room. The crying was followed by someone calling, "Mommy", over and over again. Not frantic, just calling. Obviously, Cassie wanted mommy. She's really too young to comprehend what's happened and that mommy won't be coming back.

Hurrying into Cassie's room, he sat down next to her, hoping to console her.

"Shhhh, sweetie, Uncle Liam is here." He said, while enveloping her in his arms.

She clung to him, while saying, "Want mommy, I want my mommy."

"I know sweetie, but remember that Gammy told you that mommy can't be here?"

This didn't help, she just kept sobbing and asking for her mommy. Liam's heart was broken and he didn't know what to do. "Hey, sweetie, you want to come and sleep with Uncle Liam tonight?" He asked, hoping that would help.

He got a nod of the head, a sniffle, and then an "uh huh" in reply.

Picking her up, he carried her to his bed, where she proceeded to curl up with him and go back to sleep.

Sleep however, eluded Liam. His thoughts swimming with everything that needed to be done, while also wondering how he was going to deal with all of this, wondering what changes his life was going to be forced to take.



Consumed



Next thing I knew I felt the whip upon my flesh. I was being smacked all over, my breast and pussy receivng blows also. Then I felt something being wrapped around my body, front and rear at the belly and waste levels. It felt like a webbed material. After 4 times around me, one of my hands was untied from the tree and retied to my ankle. Then the same was repeated to the second. I could not fall over as the “belt” held me firmly in place, bent over at the waste. I had no idea what was to happen, but my imagination could not have begun to know what was about to take place.

Kyle began giving Kimberly instructions. It was obvious, that after her orgasm, he’d freed her, to ensure my complete breaking in of this new kind of sexuality. He was beind me, she was in front of me. The butt plug was removed and I was relubed. She told him to give me a larger plug. I was powerless and exhausted from being hurt and humiliated and from the near orgasms, with out results. She had tightened my clips one more time, pinching me beyond what I thought was any person could endure. Then I felt warm lips upon my exposed vulva. They had to be Kimberly’s. The technique was much different from Kyle’s. In moments I felt the new butt plug being inserted, yet, it continued on in. It dawned on me Kyle was filling my rectum with his hard cock. My pussy still stretched open with the speculum, the lips still taped wide open, my nipples still pinched tightly and myself still bent over and tied in place. Her mouth felt wonderful upon my clit, as he stuck my ass deep and it felt like I’d rip apart. The pain, the pleasure, the precise movements of these two brought me off quickly. I’d never felt anything like this in my life. As I came hard, Kimberly reached up and released my nipples from the clips and massaged them with her skilled fingers as Kyle still pumped my virgin ass. One of her hands left my nipples, and I felt it slide between my legs. I assume she was squeezing Kyle’s balls, as he stiffened. Her mouth once again returned to my abused clit. She began sucking on it once again. This time she grabbed it between her teeth and ran her tongue over it. I could tell she’d eaten pussy before. I could also tell Kyle was nearing the end. Just then Kimberly bit my clit and sent me into orbit with another very deep orgasm, thus sending Kyle beyond return as he exploded deep within my bowels. As Kyle exploded, he leaned backwards and placed four very tough whippings on my bare backside, causing me to jerk forward. Kimberly was prepared for this and sucked my clit into her mouth one more time. 

I felt Kyle withdraw his softening cock, but felt it being replaced. He’d been prepared with a vibrator. It slid in with ease. It was larger, thicker than his cock. He skillfully worked it in and out. Kimberly, then removed her face from my clit and replaced it with some form of exterior vibrating machine. All the buzzing was making me get close again. Kimberly reached up from under me and grabbed one nipple that was dangling and pinched it hard. Kyle forced the vibe up my ass deeper than before and Kimberly centered the vibrations directly on my clit. As my body jerked and shook in yet another intense orgasm, Kyle smacked my ass hard again with his whip. I cried, shreeked and then my body fell limp against the belts that held me secure.

The vibrator was removed, the speculum, the clamps that held me open and then I was unbound and set free to go on my own. The only condition was I never open my mouth about the events that just happened or else the next time the punishment would be much more severe. I couldn’t walk. I simply fell to the blanket, folded into the fetal position and sobbed. 

Kimberly came to me in comfort and craddled me. Then Kyle came forth too. His hands stroking my body and breasts and she was caressing my back. A few minutes later I was able to sit up. I stared at both of them, not sure what to say, if anything. Kyle smiled as did Kimberly. They knew they stirred something with in me, that wasn’t yet fully understood by me.

I managed to make it back to the cabin. I could not help but wonder if I had been set up for the days events of if it was mere coincidence. When I laid down that night, I knew I was consumed with learning more, much more, about the pleasures of pain, discipline and helplessness. I wondered if Kimberly and Kyle would teach me more, or if I would have to satisfy this new found desire elsewhere. 

About 10 PM that night, a knock came at my door. It startled me, as the other cabins were empty. Then I heard Kimberly and Kyle both ask me through the door, if I was OK. I opened the door for them to come in. We discussed some of the events. Smiling, they confessed they set me up, because Kyle was sick of me teasing him at work. I never realized until that moment that I did tease him. Then they asked me what I really though about the events and IF I had any desire to learn about more tormenting torture, that could truly fulfill the new desires that consumed me. With tear filled eyes, I whispered, yes, I want more. Nothing more needed to be said.



Consumed



The Marquis de Valmont strode down the narrow, cobbled street, his bootheels clocking on the worn, wet stones. Darkened homes stretched out before him on either side, their windows blind in the encompassing fog. The Marquis was tall, a bit over six feet, with shaggy brown hair, and eyes ice blue, as if he had eyes of drops of frozen Caribbean water. His great, black frock coat swung about him easily, hiding the scuffed and worn boots, but his head was uncovered, his feathered tricorner in hand. At last, he stopped before the two storied home of Lord and Lady LeMarchand.

His claws struck sparks against the door lintle at the sight of a lone lit candle in her bedroom window.

The door slowly opened, and a sleepy eyed maid peered out into the mist. At the sight of the Marquis, she became wide eyed and jittery. "Marquis de Valmont?" she hissed, her eyes darting, looking nervously behind the door, her hands twisting at her foolish lace cap. "He's with her, you know. You must leave!"

"I know." he sighed, grinning lopsidedly at the girl. "Now let me in."

"But...but..." the flushed girl stuttered. "I can't! It's...it's a trap, and he'll kill you! Skin you!" He grabbed her around the waist and swung her about until he was standing in the foyer, his face buried against the side of her neck. The raw scent of her was tantalizing, and his eyes bled yellow for a moment before he could contain himself.

"Do not worry yourself with me, little girl." he whispered into her ear, his tongue darting and making small strokes against her throat. She trembled, the thin fabric of her muslim night gown unable to hide her hardened nipples. "No one has caught me yet." With that, he snapped her neck cleanly, and pushed her cooling body out the door.

"Marie Claire!" He boomed. "I'm home!"

At the top of a sprawling staircase, in the shadowy recesses of the upper hall, stood Lord Renee LeMarchand, his long musket in hand. In the deep gloom of the house, even the sharp eyed Marquis was hardpressed to clearly see his old foe.

"So...Marquis de Valmont. You live up to your agreement, then?" LeMarchand mocked, never moving from the top of the stairs, never bringing the musket about.

"I am a Gentleman, Sir." the Marquis quipped. His eyes never left LeMarchand's shadowed form.

"You lie." With that, LeMarchand swung the rifle up and shot the Marquis, the minnie ball catching him squarely in the chest. Blood exploded from him in sheets, soaking the rug beneath him.

Won't be getting that clean, the Marquis fuzzily thought, as he fell heavily to the floor.

"Renee!" the Lady LeMarchand screeched, running down the stairs towards the fallen man. "How could you!" She grabbed the Marquis's sodden shirt and shood him. "Please, oh God, don't be dead. God, I beg you..."Blood soaked her lacy white gown and tinged the ends of her long braids. Renee wrapped his meaty hands in her red hair and yanked her off the floor.

"Whore!" he slapped her heavily, the meaty sound carrying throughout the house. "You didn't think I knew you were fucking him? Carrying on with him in my bed?" he punched her jaw, her head snapping back, flinging her down onto the gory rug. "You want to be a strumpet, bitch? Fine." He yanked the buttons open on his pants, pulling out an exceptionaly hard cock. As she lay in a semi-swoon on the floor, he ripped her expensive gown from the hem to the neck, exposing her silk pantaloons and bare, heavy breasts. Pulling a dagger from his belt, he ran the blade along her bare, pale leg, leaving a thin red line of pain behind. When he reached the crochetted trim of the pantaloons, he savagely ripped through the fabric with the sharp blade, the tearing like the hissing of a snake. "See how you like this, you stupid bitch." he whispered, unconciously stroking himself, staring at her exposed red thatched quim.

"I wouldn't touch the lady if I were you." A low, growling, grating voice came from behind LeMarchand. Renee tried to spin about, but the pants around his knees tangled him up, and he fell over. Yellow eyes were staring down at him from a great height.

With a swipe of his paw, the rust-colored Wolf ripped LeMarchand's head from its moorings, and blood showered the room as the body rippled and twitched, not really sure it was properly dead.

"Now you are a Widow." the Marquis growled at Claire as she stared in abject horror as her lover leaned over her, his furred haunches bunching up. He began licking the blood from her pale skin in long sweeping strokes of his tongue.

"What have you done?" she whispered, clearly in shock, her swollen face oozing tears. "Danforth! Help me!" Her cries for the butler went unanswered in the gloom of the house.

Claws swept over tender breasts, leaving red streaks in their wake. "Quiet, little girl. You whimper and whine now that you have what you wanted?" His tongue dipped lower, skimming her stomach.

"You...you...him..." words left Claire as the Beast's tongue circled her navel. LeMarchand's blood had soaked her long hair and had left arachic writings all over her skin.

"Finally, my Lady love, you are going to give me exactly what I want." His muzzle thrust between her legs, his tongue lapping at the blood that had dripped there. "No more begging for your favor." One claw tipped finger slipped into her surprisingly wet cunt. "Ahhhh...don't move." His cock had slipped from its sheath, glistening and already dripping.



Consumed by Him



My Dom walked slowly toward me; his eyes studying mine. I could feel my breathing get faster as he approached until the moment he placed his hands around my face and pressed his lips to mine claiming what is his. He kissed me hungrily and I was overwhelmed by warmth and lust. I looked up into his perfect green eyes and could feel my knees weaken. He moved gracefully behind me and wrapped his arms around my body. I stood still and closed my eyes savoring his body pressed against mine and the gentle caresses of his lips on the back of my neck. I could feel his lips part and his teeth sink into the back of my neck. I grabbed his hands which were running over my breasts and my stomach and held them tight as he nibbled the nape of my neck. 

We moved into my bedroom where he told me to take off all my clothes. Without hesitation, I undressed in front of him. I remember thinking how I used to be so nervous stripping in front of my Dom, uncomfortable with being so exposed to him. Most of my time serving him, I am nude, so I associate being naked with pleasing him and now I cannot wait to get undressed so he can play with me and explore every inch of me. I sat on the edge of the bed and pushed myself back to lie down. I held his stare with my eyes and spread my legs wide, making myself available to him. My pulse quickened as he approached me. 

He held my stare as he lowered his body and his face between my spread thighs. I felt the soft, smooth flick of his tongue and I gasped with excitement. He loved to watch me respond to his touch. He teased my throbbing clit playfully with his tongue and I rolled my hips like a hungry slut toward his mouth needing more of his touch. He kissed up my inner thighs sweetly, and I could feel my own juices dripping out of me. I loved being open, giving myself completely to him. His soft kisses quickly turned to quick nips of his teeth, pulling my flesh up and letting it slide and snap out of his teeth. The quick pinches shot up my inner thighs, and I tried to keep my legs open and relaxed for him. The more bites I received, the more I wanted him.

Naturally, my Dom saw how overcome with lust I became, so he stood up and told me to take my comforter off my bed. I grabbed the comforter behind my head and stood up with it setting it on my chair to the said. He tenderly guided my body with his hands to turn around, and delicately bend forward. I am so in tune with him that my body moves gracefully against his hands wherever he guides me. I could hear him pacing behind me studying my body's vulnerable position available to be abused by him. The sound of his whip cutting through the air was all I could hear. He asked me if I had missed his whip. I began pleading to him how much I missed his whip. I missed his power being struck onto my flesh. My body yearned to endure his brutal, loving touch. The more I begged for his whip, the more I realized that I wanted anything he would bestow upon me. I just wanted his touch, whether by his hand, his belt, his whip or his nails or his teeth. I was desperate to have contact with him and I found myself crying from how much I needed him to use me. 

I felt him wrap his arms around my stomach from behind me. A soothing warmth flowed through me as he rested his long body against mine telling me that he loved me. My tears stopped flowing down my cheeks and I was taking deep breaths to compose myself. His body lying on top of mine calmed me so sweetly and he let me go as soon as my body became relaxed. 

He stood up and I felt the first smack on my ass by his whip. It was an odd reassuring feeling, like my skin missed being warm from being struck forcefully with leather. I was bent over my bed grabbing the sheets as my Dom struck me harder and harder. He was increasing his force, and then backing off a little so my skin couldn't adjust to the pain. I felt him beat the same spots on my ass, without allowing me to recover, and all I could feel was my flesh breaking down and becoming sorer with each lick of his whip. I try to stay and still and quiet as the abuse continues to show him how devoted I am to serving him as a whipping post. My body can only handle so many vicious strikes before my emotions overflow. I want him to push me to my limit because that is when I feel free and when I feel truly his. I yearn for his pain. My throbbing hot flesh reminds me that I am a sub, and that I am alive. 

I started to cry wildly and grab and pull at the sheets in front of me. I was screaming in agony but still I kept my body bent over for him as the thrashes kept coming. I was consumed by white hot pain with my mascara running down my face and bellowing in distress. But as each crack fell down upon my skin, I thought I could take just a little more, then more, then more. I did not want to cry out for mercy. I wanted my Dom to exert all of his will over me. I didn't want him to hold back and I most certainly didn't want to stop him. Most of all, I trusted him completely to stop when he knew I had had enough, and he did. 

He laid down on the bed and told me to crawl up beside him. I couldn't think. I couldn't move. All I could do was sob. I heard his loving words to me to come to him, but I had no strength to will my body to move. Without composing myself, I began to slowly crawl forward onto the bed. I collapsed on my stomach and tucked my elbows under my chest and cried in my hands. I felt the warm, protective embrace of my lover. He told me over and over how he loved me and appreciated everything I did for him. This was the purest reward for enduring his torture. I cherish feeling helpless and weak in his arms. My frame is wilted and I have no hesitation expressing my genuine emotions. In this moment, I feel I can be my true self and show him the side of me that i don't let anyone see. I am a broken, sobbing mess, and he holds me and comforts me through it. It's incredibly liberating and I love being physically broken to feel this gift of loving comfort afterwards.

After I had settled down, my Dom pushed his long body back onto my bed and told me to worship him. He is so incredibly beautiful, my mouth waters just looking over his naked body. He is so good to me to allow me the freedom to touch him as I wish. I savor every taste and every inch of his succulent skin. I looked up and down his body in awe, running my fingers delicately over his chest, along his stomach and down his thighs. He moaned softly as my fingers grazed his skin. I slowly caressed his hard cock with my finger tips loving how smooth and warm his skin felt. I sat up and began kissing and licking his hip bones making his body buck. I just touched the tips of my lips to his skin as I kissed him from hip to hip across his achingly sexy stomach. I rested my hands on the outside of his hips to keep him steady as I moved my mouth down his inner thigh. He sat straight up almost like a reflex in reaction to my mouth on that sensitive area. I pulled my mouth away and gazed over his body, pacing myself, feeling myself get incredibly aroused. I crawled up his body and began running my breast along the length of his shaft. I arched my back to allow my supple breast to tease the tip of his cock; my nipple became hard as I caressed it with his throbbing hard cock.  

I could see the agony in his face and his body was writhing so violently that I couldn't torture him any longer and began lapping at his balls. I lifted them up with my tongue. I love how he tastes and having my face smothered by his cock. His scent is overwhelming and I could feel my clit swell. I licked his balls tenderly then took his entire cock into my mouth, moaning as the tip slid down the back of my throat. He felt exquisite in my mouth and my tongue licked him gently while I held him with my lips. I love sucking his cock. He pulled me off of him sooner then I had hoped and he had me on my back with my legs obscenely spread wide open for him. He bit feverishly down my inner thighs and I gasped and threw my head back with each bite. I could hear my flesh sliding between his teeth and tried to keep my thighs relaxed and open for him. 

He then settled down onto my cunt and licked my clit lightly. I could have cried from how delicately his tongue moved along my throbbing clit. He teased me tenderly and my hips began to roll up toward his tongue. I felt like an eager slut in front of him. My juices were sliding down my pussy lips and I moaned softly as my hips rose and fell at a faster pace. He wrapped his lips around my clit and began suckling on it. I adored his mouth on me. I wanted to cum so badly for him, but he crawled up my body, between my legs and began kissing my breasts. I fucking love being owned by him. My body belonged to him and my pleasure and my pain where his to torment. I let go of all composure and rolled the entire length of my body up against him. I wanted him to use me, to touch me so desperately. I was such a wanton kitten craving more, desiring his intense sensuality and in that moment, he bit down deeply on my nipple, pinching it between his teeth and pulling it up. A shock rushed through me and before I could recover he was kissing my breasts lovingly. My Dom has the incredible ability to play my body and my emotions like a violin, making my body cry and sing at his whim. He creates the most beautiful music through me by striking each of my strings perfectly. I could feel myself becoming faint, overwhelmed by lust and anticipation.

He then blessed me with sliding his hard cock into my sopping wet cunt, fucking me deep and hard. I wrapped my limbs around him wanting him as deep inside me as he can get. I was his hungry pet, living and breathing to be fucked by him. Our bodies moved together in synch and I grabbed his ass tightly pulling him closer into me. As he fucked me, he pinned clothespins along my lower stomach and ripped them off. He clamped them on each of my nipples, twisted them and pulled them off. The mixture of pain and consuming pleasure washed over me and my mind could not distinguish between the two. Everything he was doing to me became a cloud of sensations. He told me to stick my tongue out and I hesitated a moment before I stuck it out far for him to place a clothespin on the end of it. He began kissing the outside of my lips and I forgot about the awkward wood and metal pinching my tongue and kissed his passionately. I wouldn't let anything get in the way of touching my mouth to his. He pulled the clothespin off and while still fucking me, he stabbed into my shoulders with his teeth. I could feel his teeth grinding against my bones. There was no where for my body to go to escape the pain. All I could do was pull his body closer to me, putting all my strength and endurance into him. 

I was dizzy from his cock thrusting ruthlessly into me and his savage bites into my shoulders and my mind drifted into subspace. I felt unconscious but awake. I was moaning but I sounded as though I was at a far distance. All I could feel was his warmth all around me and deep through me. As I was pressing my fingers into his strong back, I felt his body cum in me, and I was in heaven. I laid there; my body liquid and my mind no longer capable of thought, all I could do was feel. 

He slid out of me and sat up between my legs. My thighs were glistening in my own juices and our sweat. It was a deliciously nasty sight. I had my legs hanging open and I felt my Dom slide his fingers deep into my hungry cunt. I looked down at him and I thought how sweet his eyes were looking into mine. It's incredible how a man with such sexual electricity and ferocious desires running through him can have such a sweet disposition. As he fingered me gently I began to slip more in love with him, for his unlimited longing to use me, and understanding my eagerness to be used by him. He pressed his thumb into my clit and massaged it in a circular motion as he fingered me. I rocked my body up and down, riding his hand, and I came loudly, needing that incredible release. 

He and I rested for a while, and it was time to show him my new outfit. I walked into my bedroom where he was lying in my bed waiting. I stood there in a gorgeous black PVC dress. There were buckles on the sides and black ribbon that tied crisscrossed down my sides to my hips. Along my waist were small pieces of black lace giving the hint of a maid's apron. I had also put on my black leather wrist cuffs and my black and red leather collar. With my makeup streaked down my face, donned in PVC and leather, I looked absolutely beautiful. I felt incredibly sexy and it made me feel like a slave, his slave needing to be played with. I laid down beside him on my side tucking my knees up slightly bent. My Dom took his whip in his hand and placed in between my thighs. I closed my thighs around it and it was pushed up against my slopping wet cunt. He then started to pull his whip inch by inch, dragging it along my clit. I gasped with each movement it felt so good. He took his time sliding his whip through my hot thighs and with every pull of the leather I became more aroused. 

I climbed on top of him and plunged his hard cock deep into my cunt. I was a beautiful sight riding his cock in my shiny black dress. As I rode him, my Dom grabbed his whip and began whipping my back lightly. He thrusted his cock up deeper into me and his whip began to match his fucking rhythm. I rolled my body over his, grinding my pelvic bone into him. I fucked him faster, wanting his cum in me. I could feel my heart begin to race and my breathing become fast and shallow but I couldn't stop riding him. He felt so good inside of me, like my body felt complete with his hot throbbing cock being pumped into me. He came generously in me and I felt soothed by his warmth. The release of his sexual energy flowed through my body and soothed me. I stayed on top of him for a few moments savoring the moment of being connected physically and emotionally with him. After the afternoon's activities, I barely had strength left to move, but I slowly slid myself off of him. 

I collapsed on the bed on my back. Although my body was exhausted, I still wanted more. My Dom asked me what I wanted. With a sweet smile, I requested his powerful fist. I love being fisted by him. I spread my thighs open for him and took a deep inhale to relax my whole body. I felt his first two fingers enter me. I was already wet and stretched so it wasn't long before he had four fingers inside me, massaging me. I'm such an eager slut, I wrapped my hand around his wrist and began pulling him deeper into me. I could then feel his knuckles sliding into my cunt stretching me. There is no more powerful and consuming a feeling then feeling my entire lower torso on fire from being stretched by my Dom's loving hand. As I pulled him deeper into me, I moaned and screamed loudly. 

As soon as his fist was buried deep in my cunt, the cunt that he owns, I began rocking my hips back and forth fucking it slowly. I was gripping his fist, grinding myself on it deeply. It felt as though my hips were moving independent of the rest of my body. I began fucking his harder, needing to cum for him. To my surprise, I felt my Dom's tongue on my clit. I moaned loudly in pleasant surprise. He slid his knuckles out slowly as he tongued my clit. I could feel his four fingers massaging deep inside me as his soft tongue caressed my clit. He moved my hand from his wrist and I grabbed the sheets of the bed on my sides as I rocked my hips wildly up and down. I came so hard on him, a rush of heat flowed through me and I screamed his name repeatedly. I only came for him.

I laid there, covered in sweat and cum and my lover's saliva. My PVC dress held my body tightly and I could barely keep my eyes open, every ounce of energy had been spent. Unfortunately, it was time for my beloved Dom to leave me. I sat up on the bed and sat back on my heels. I looked over at my Dom in the doorway and tilted my head slightly down looking sweetly up at him. I looked like a perfect little pet that had been well used and still wanted more. I am so grateful for him to love me the way he does. The levels of intensity my mind and my body reach with him are indescribable, and I would do anything to please him. I am his wanton sex kitten, always willing, always eager and always thankful for being owned by him.



Consumed by Passion



After a night on the town, we finally arrive back home. All during our time out in public, you have been teasing me heated looks and light, daring caresses. We are both hungry for each other.

As soon as you shift the car into park, you kill the engine and race around the car before I have time to remove my seatbelt. You open my door and haul me out of my seat, not too gently, but I do not expect gentleness from you when you are in such a heated rush. Taking me roughly by the wrist you drag me into the house. I have to run to keep from falling.

You kick the door closed and pull me to you, pinning me to the wall. Your kiss is powerful, dangerously intense. You rape my mouth with yours, plunging even deeper into my hunger. Like magic, you have stripped me of my clothing and your hands take possession of my breasts. My clothing lies in abandonment as you break the kiss. Grabbing a handful of my long auburn hair, you drag me into our bedroom.

You push me onto the bed. I stay where I have fallen as I watch you quickly disrobe. You order me to arrange myself on the pillows with my hands above my head and legs spread. I scramble to do your biding. 

You turn and climb onto our queen size bed. You straddle my hips as you once again capture my mouth. I respond to your lustful power with my own need. With your powerful hands you hold my wrists captive as you pull away from my mouth to take your attention to other parts of me. Your mouth latches onto my right nipple that has grown hard and very sensitive. You suckle me like a hungry babe until sweet pain fills me as you bite into my flesh. You do not break the skin but your mark is clearly visible as you move to my left breast. I arch as much as I can to meet your mouth. More sweet pain fills my body. I moan and it makes you suckle me even harder. 

You remove one hand from my wrist to travel south. You reach behind you to find my heated core. I fill you press your fingers to my aching sex. Slippery sounds fill the room as your fingers play havoc on my arousal. Finally, when I think I could not take another second of your painfully pleasurable teasing, you enter me.

In one swift movement you are inside me, filling me, stretching me. I wrap my legs around your hips, desperately trying to take as much of you into me as I can. You leave my wrist to push yourself up enough to grab my knees and push them to my belly. Using my bent legs as leverage, you pound into my womb, into the body you claim.

Tension fills the sir as our bodies both begin to reach toward climaxing. I try to relax my body as much as possible, I will not climax until you do. I squeeze my lower muscles, coaxing you to the edge. Finally you shudder and quicken the tempo as your warm, living seed flows into my womb.

As soon as you peak, you crush my body as you force me to raise enough to meet your brutal kiss. As my own orgasm consumes me, your kiss catches my lower lip between your teeth as you bite into me, drawing blood. I jerk from the pain and the final release of my passion consumes me. You collapse completely on top of me.

Without your pressure on my legs, I do not have the energy left to keep them up, so I let them fall to the bed. You turn your head, sweat glistens on your face. I smile warmly at you, my eyes alive with the afterglow of passion. You gently kiss the corners of my mouth, my eye lids, the tip of my nose, my forehead. You bury your face deep into my hair, pressing me even further into the bed. I feel you grow soft within me, but you do not move. 

I fill the deep even breathing as you drift off to sleep. I wrap my arms around your shoulders as we both enter into dreamland. A lazy smile fills my swollen, tender lips as I know that you, my master, is all I need to be the woman I was meant to be.