8 comments/ 7032 views/ 5 favorites Her Greatest Fear Ch. 01 By: drmmer The moment she entered the play room a racing tension flashed up her body, and every muscle tensed. Her eyes changed, narrowed as she spotted the cage at the back of the room. Her hands clenched into tight white knuckle fists at her side. Stopping just inside the door she stared at the cage for a long moment, then something shifted within her. The slow tilt of her head from one side to other seemed almost mechanical, as if she was forcing herself to change her perspective. She took a deep breath and slowly released it as she also released her clenched fists. She stayed like that staring at the cage while everyone chose their spot to sit in the room, before moving slowly and methodically into a position that put her not only with her back to the wall, but so that she had full view of the only entrance or exit from the room, everyone in the room, and the cage. She gauged to distance of each item in the room scanning it over carefully, as she slid down the wall to a crouching position. The tension in her body has become feline, and the look in her eyes feral. She could strike at anyone of us before we reached her, and knew where she could move to give her the best advantage. Taking my cue from her body, I began a conversation with the other man in the room, seeming to ignore her. Her eyes never stayed still, even though there was not a single perceivable movement in her body. She remained coiled. I knew that this would not be a short process, for any of us, and switched on the drum music. Letting it remain low and steady. It took a few minutes before I could see one finger flex rhythmically to the drum beat. Every move she made from then on was excruciatingly slow. Methodically she shifted one hand, and waited for a reaction from anyone, then moving the hand to the floor letting it rest on the carpet, and again scanning the room. She did this with each movement, carefully making her way closer to the cage. She stopped just out of arms reach, and settled onto her haunches. I could see her nostrils flare as she sniffed at it. It was like watching a feral mountain lion close in on her prey. Every movement was slowed to a snail's pace, and every movement was taken into consideration. She leaned in just far enough to bring one finger up to touch a single bar, pulling her hand away as if it had been burnt, looking at it to be sure it was not damaged, before running her tongue up its length to test the heat. I let her sit that way for a long time, looking at it, tilting her head to study it. She was fascinated by it, by the fear that gripped her mind kept her in place. I waited, until she moved close enough to it to easily touch it. Again she sniffed the air, what was she trying to smell? Her finger touched it again, this time staying in place. When nothing happened, she slid her finger down the bar and rested it on the cross bar. When I stood and moved toward the cage she jumped back to her position on the wall, coiling once again. Never taking her eyes off me she watched as I opened the door and left it open then returned to my seat. We began the long wait once again. It took a long time before she again moved close to the cage. It was very sexy watching that slow steady cat like movement across the floor. Her naked body did nothing to hide the flex of each muscle along her lithe body, and the feral look in her eyes was difficult to ignore. She had no idea how sexy she looked, the way her body slithered across the floor as she crawled on her hands and knees toward the cage, the way she displayed herself openly as she sat next to it now. Her small perky breasts rose and fell with a steady rhythm, and her body was covered in light dew. I knew she was fighting with herself. That cage was her greatest fear, and yet she was unable to give herself completely to me until she faced it. There was more to the fear than she let on. Every time we had discussed it there had been something deep inside her that she could not express. She would get a distant look in her yes, then a single tear just before a small smile, and then the shut down. I know that she holds something from me, not because she wants to keep it, but because it is so rooted in her to keep it even from herself. Her body shifted once again as she slowly made her way to the front of the cage, careful to never turn her back to us. I could see her breasts moving faster as her breathing became a bit erratic. I dropped off the conversation choosing to watch her carefully. Though still coiled she had relaxed somewhat, and her movements became more fluid. She took more risk in them, stretching her body out just a bit more each time before coiling again. It was a slow erotic tease that had me enthralled. The way one arm stretched out fully, as she rocked her body forward onto it. The way her legs extended backward with each move, showing the length of them. I wanted her more at that moment than when I had first laid eyes on her. This was the creature I wanted to tame, the hell cat that no other had ever been able to tame. My body screamed with the need to take her right there, bend her over that cage and make her give me what she was holding back. I wanted that orgasm, that complete release, I wanted all of her! I wondered at that moment which one of us was fighting ourselves harder. She fought the need to run and was slowly embracing her fascination, and drawing closer to that moment when the secret she kept even from herself would reveal itself; and I fought the need to take what I wanted at that moment. The room was silent but for the steady quiet drum beat in the background. She was obviously only slightly aware of the sound, and had not registered the fact that we no longer spoke, but sat in silence watching this feral creature stalk. She was somewhere else; distant from us, unaware that she was being watched closely. I caught myself holding my breath with each new move she made. There was a part of me that hoped this anticipation would last a very long time. She pawed at the open door swinging it back and forth between her hands, tilting her head first one way then the other. Then turning her body, hiding the wonderful ass of hers from view, but exposing those breasts that were now dripping with perspiration; she positioned herself so that her back was now toward the cage. She was still on her hands and knees with her legs coiled beneath her. Her body began to shake, and her head dropped as she closed her eyes. There was not a single sound from her, but the tears that fell to the floor spoke volumes. Her body shook violently as she cried, her hands curled into the carpet as if she were trying to steady herself. She slowly lifted her head and for the first time since she entered the room looked me in the eye. The sadness was overwhelming, her eyes pleaded with me for something. I found myself desperate to rescue her from what seemed a horrible torture to her, a knot forming in my chest, my breath held still by it. I forced myself to give her small smile and then turned my gaze to the door and back at her. I stood and moved to open the door, something I had never done with her until it was time to leave the play room. This was the closest I could get to telling her she could stop at anytime, even though I hoped she didn't. I watched as her eyes changed, and a shiver of relief rolled through her body. The sadness was gone and relief and gratitude caused yet more tears to fall, this time not hidden from me. She had always hidden her tears from me, like keeping little precious diamonds to herself. Even when I had seen them, they were quickly hidden and whipped away. She was so beautiful this way. Her fears abated, and free to show them, to show her true vulnerability. This was how I would tame this hell cat. Not through the pain she had become so familiar with, the pain she used to send her into a world that even I was not privy to. This was the door to that world. This was the door no amount of force could open, this was the surrender I had so longed to get close to and it seemed within my grasps at last. She shifted her gaze from me to the now open door and back again as if not sure why it was still open. She knew how to react when it was closed; but this was new, a silent invitation that gave her control. Not something I had ever done before. I could see the struggle in her. To run for the door and end the fear she felt, or to remain and face it. Unable to process this new piece of information she soon settled into her usual expected position when in this room. She sat back on her heels spread her legs wide, placing her hands palms up on her thighs, taking a deep breath and looking at the floor. No, this was not going to be a short process; she could remain in that position for more than an hour before she needed to move. I realized that she had made her decision; she would remain as she was until she was able to process all that had happened. I watched as her training kicked in and her exposed pussy began to become wet. It was not something she thought about, it just was what she did when in this mindset. We stayed watching her until the room seemed to be filled with the smell of her. Then I rose and pulled a blanket from the cabinet by the door; placing it on the floor in front of her before both I and my friend left the room leaving the door open. Once upstairs I quickly turned on my computer, and started the camera that I had placed in the room to monitor her with. The image of her sitting in front of the cage legs spread and ready for me came to life on the screen. Now, everything was up to her. She could stand and walk out of that room, choosing to once again avoid her fear, or she could stay and face it. What would she do? I grabbed a cup of coffee before saying goodbye to my friend and settled in for a long night at the kitchen table staring at the screen in front of me. My coffee was long gone by the time I saw any movement on the screen. I began to wonder if she had simply fallen asleep in that position, then her head lifted slightly and she scanned the room with her eyes. She titled her head up farther and began to look around the room in earnest, turning her head from side to side slowly until the edge of the cage came into her peripheral vision and there she froze for second, before turning back to the open door. I split second later she moved her hands slowly up her thighs , flipping palms down, and sliding them in front of her onto the carpet before stretching them as far out as she could. She leaned her body forward sliding her hands along the floor until she had lifted up off her heels lifting her ass in the air. She stretched herself out slowly first her upper body, then pulling forward until she had straightened her legs out one at a time. I had never seen her do this before, she arched her back dropping her hips to the floor and raising her head and pushing her torso upward. The effect was wonderful as her breasts were thrust out, her eyes to the ceiling. I made a note of that pose for later use. Then she stood up slowly, testing her legs. She walked about the room tentatively, touching with only her finger tips. She felt everything, running her fingers over the wooden table following the smooth grain, and making her way to the next object. She would tilt her head slightly and close her eyes as she felt each thing, almost as if she had never felt them before. Making her way around the room until she came to the cage, there she stopped not touching it at first. Then she began to run her fingers over it slowly, bending down she traced each bar from beginning to end, finding every seam, every connection. She eyed the door carefully as she ran her hands over it. Noting how it connected, she stood quickly and moved to a small table at the other end of the room. There she found a small plastic pen, and returned with it to the cage. Bending down once more in front of the cage she slowly slid one leg backward into it, keeping her eyes on the open door, before sliding the other leg in. From there she pulled the rest of her body inside the cage. She sat there with that same fearful feral look on her face before reaching out to pull the door almost completely shut. She tested the fit of the pen on the latch. Once she seemed satisfied that the pen would do, she pulled the door shut until it latched. Once again her body began to shack and tears began to spill from her eyes. She was now sitting in the mouth of the demon she must face. Still no sound came from her lips, not even when she lifted her head and seemed to scream at the heavens. She didn't bother to wipe away the tears this time she let them fall without hesitation. I left the screen on, but made my way down to the play room. I knew she would hear me coming, and I wanted her to. When I entered the room she was sitting outside the cage, on her heels once again looking at me. She had tucked the pen away somewhere out of sight. She had not wiped away the tears that streaked her face, and as always she was beautiful. Kneeling down in front of her I took her hands in mine kissing them. She tried to sit stock still but her body shook uncontrollably. I leaned in kissing her face, tasting her tears. Moving down her cheek to her chin, then her neck, until I was licking the tears from those perfect breasts of hers, I could feel the tension in her body begin to change its focus. A tiny moan burst from her lips when I pulled her left nipple between my teeth and bit down just enough to bring a jolt of pain. I pulled on the other nipple pinching it hard and another moan fell from her lips. Then with no warning I reach out and slapped her exposed pussy, eliciting a sharp intake of breath and the familiar moan of passion. I let me hand rest on her pussy feeling the warm moisture for second before grabbing her hair with my hand and bending head back to claim her lips. There was no gentleness in the kiss, the need to claim her was rampant as I bruised her lips, bit at her tongue, and savagely squeezed her nipple. Still holding her hair firmly in my hand I rose pulling her up with me; wrapping hand arm around her waist I pulled her hips to mine, I wanted her to feel what she had done, the hunger I felt for her, as I ground my hips into hers. Pushing her away from me, I stepped to where the pen lay on the floor. Though she stood still the fear was evident in her eyes. I picked it up and tucked it into my shirt pocket, just before grabbing her by the arm and dragging her to the table. I forced her chest down on the cool wood telling her to not move. I quickly gathered the rope, flogger, and the crop laying each one on the table above her head. It took me only a few minutes to have her tied down by both her arms and legs, with her ass nicely exposed. Running my hands over her ass in small circles sent shivers running through her. I could smell her desire, and see the wetness that threatened to drip down the insides of her thighs. I rubbed my still covered cock on her ass just before I slapped it hard. I waited to see the red mark form properly before smacking the other cheek. I liked that I didn't need to tell her anything, she knew the rules. Squirm and it gets harder, cry out and it gets harder, beg and I will stop. Picking up the flogger I let it trail down her back and over her ass. The closer it got to her pussy the more she squirmed. There would be no warm up tonight, no gentle rubbing of her ass, no teasing her clit with my fingers. I lined the flogger up and brought it up between her legs, landing squarely on her pussy and clit. Her body stiffened and her breath grew faster. I didn't bother to alternate between her ass and her pussy, my aim was sure and true and each swing landed with a crack. It was not long before the ends of the flogger were wet with her juices, and she was biting her lip to stay silent. I knew she could cum this way, but was not ready to let her have it. Laying the flogger down I ran my hands down her back, over her ass and up the inside of her thighs until I reached that soaking pussy. She began to try and push backward against my hand, and was rewarded with a swift smack the backside. I slide my fingers inside her and began a steady rhythm of spanking. It was not long before I felt her pussy tighten around my fingers and begin to suck at them. The second she held her breath and her pussy clamped down on my fingers I stopped leaving her right at the edge with no relief. Pulling my fingers free I leaned forward and slid them in her mouth. She instinctively sucked at them. I knew she loved the taste of herself and it gave her time to settle a little before I began the next round. I picked up the crop while she was still suckling at my fingers and began running it up and down her back. She yanked on the ropes holding her hands and arched her back up toward the crop. I began tapping it on her ass as I pulled my fingers from her mouth. Each tap grew increasingly stronger until I reached the proper force. Each strike forced air form her lungs and I could see she was biting down harder on that lip of hers. I stopped just long enough to lean down and whisper," If you bite that lip anymore I will stop right now." She immediately released her lip and nodded. Tap, tap, smack; became the rhythm of the crop across her ass. Each smack would bring her hips upward as if begging for something more. "I know how close you are, I know you want to cum." I said never changing the rhythm of the crop. Her breath came in gasps now, and she could not keep her hips still. Her desperation was where I wanted it to be. I laid the crop down and stripped out of my jeans, running my hard cock up between her legs to that sore swollen pussy. I held it there, right at the entrance, "I am going to fuck you hard and fast. This is for my pleasure so you will not cum." Without waiting another instant I plunged my cock deep inside her. I held it there reveling in how wet and hot she was, before pulling almost all the way out. I placed my hands on either side of her body and began the punishing rhythm. Over and over I punished her pussy with the hard fast strokes of my cock. "This, Is, Mine," I ground out between strokes; "I, Will, Have, All, Of, You." Her body was covered in sweat, and she turned her head first to one side then the other trying to find something to keep her from Cuming. Her hands now gripped and yanked at the ropes, pulling them as tight as she could. I continued my assault trying to bring a single tear to her eyes. Before long I watched as her body softened, and she began to accept each punishing stroke with little response. One final hard stroke and I emptied myself inside her. Untying the ropes and pulling her from the table, we settled down on the floor. I held her in my lap, and watched those vacant eyes. She had once again slipped into that world and shut me out, But she had tried today, and that was enough for now. Her Greatest Fear Ch. 02 I lifted Mileena's slight frame; shifting it to fit more comfortably in my arms, and carried her up the stairs to her room. Her grey clouded eyes never left my face, even as I lay her on the cool sheet. Her body was completely limp, and she made no attempt to arrange herself into a more comfortable position. I smoothed the stray auburn hair away from her face, and positioned her body to lay flat with legs extended and hands laid over her chest. I ran the back of my hand down her cheek and her eyes became expectant. This was the time when all others had simply taken her as they pleased, yet it would not serve me to do so, and I knew it. I pulled the covers up over her and tucked them under her chin, still her eyes stayed on me. Leaning down I kissed her cheek and whispered the word sleep in her ear before turning to leave the room. Stopping at the door; I looked back to see her gently roll herself into a tight ball on her side, tucking the blankets in around her like a shield. She looked one last time at me; a single heartbeat passed before she closed her eyes. Shutting the light off; I turned to go to my own room. I laid on my bed in the dark. What was she seeing in her sleep? Did she dream, I wondered. Images of past experiences with her played through my mind. I had played often with her previous Master and now each scene ran through my mind searching for the tiniest detail that might offer clues to what she was so afraid of. I had seen her take a hundred strikes from a whip, and more without so much as a sound. To most of us this was something we had to train them to do, yet for her it was what she did. I remember being envious of him. He seemed to have the perfect submissive when she was submissive. She never spoke without being told to; offering only short responses. She never seemed to balk at anything he asked of her, she simply did it. Her response to the kneel down position was obvious, and she never failed to perform beautifully, so why was it that he always felt as if she were holding something back? On the other side of the coin; she was infamous for her smart mouth at just the wrong time, a perpetual flirt when not controlled, and had on more than one occasion stepped over the line of playful flirting. She was classified quickly as a SAM; the kind of Smart assed masochist that would undo the ropes around her wrists with her teeth to turn and glare in challenge to whomever had tied them. At times it was as if there were two completely separate people living within the same body. Looking back now I can see the moments when she simply slipped away. I could pinpoint the second that her eyes grew cloudy, and she drifted off into her own world. It looked from the outside like sub space, but there was always something different. Now I could see the look that was truly there, it was not one of submission but resignation. She could easily resign herself to letting her body be tortured and in her world, escape from the pain. I had even seen her push for punishment she knew would come and now I could see that tiny little smile of satisfaction that she had just before she would slip away. A moment later I was up and headed for the computer. I had taped several of our sessions, and now knew there was something there that others had missed. That smile, that tiny glimmer that flickered and disappeared in an instant. That is where her secret lay! What caused it? Why did she even have it? I spent two hours looking at each and every session I had on the computer, slowing down the stream when I saw her eyes cloud over, backing it up to try to catch that same glimpse of a smile. It was not something that happened every time, but I did find it on two of the sessions we had together. Sitting back I watched each session from beginning to end. I found it difficult to not get caught up in the feelings that these sessions provided. My cock grew hard and my mind began to create new ideas for play sessions. It took several tries for me to pull my focus back to where it needed to be. Yes, that same small smile was there. I hit pause in the last second of the first session out of frustration. I got up and paced the kitchen for a few minutes. When I returned to the screen the image that jumped out at me was striking! I clicked to enlarge the screen to make sure. There was that beautiful face staring straight at the camera, the grey eyes not clouded but alive and burning. Clicking the pause button allowed it to move forward and in an instant the eyes dropped and I could no longer see them. I rewound and ran it through frame by frame. There it was, for only a split second; just long enough for her to look up and back down again, barely a single frame. I sat back in the chair and stared at the screen. I had seen that look earlier today. Those eyes were lost, searching. Not afraid but alone; utterly alone. I closed my eyes and let my thoughts run. It took a moment to get through the chatter and let one simple statement float to the forefront. "No one knows." She had said it more than once, but now it had a meaning. She was right; no one had ever taken the time to study her like this, to look for the clue. It was in that smile, and this moment captured for all eternity on my screen. I went down the hall to her room, and stood there watching her for a long time. She was still curled in her ball, tucked safely away in her covers. Suddenly her body stiffened, and began to shake. Stepping quietly closer I could see tears run down her cheeks, and yet her eyes were shut tight. She even cried silently in her sleep. I watched her until her body settled back into a rhythmic breathing pattern before stepping to the bed. I sat down on the edge of the bed and just looked at her for awhile before finally going to my own room and sleeping. I woke early the next morning, and after making coffee crept down the hall to Mileena's room. Coffee cup in hand I sat down in a chair across from the bed. She was still curled in her little ball with the covers tucked securely in around her, her own private cocoon. She looked so serene and peaceful, but I had already seen that she had not begun her night that way. The morning light played with her auburn hair making it vividly red, while it shone the depth of her porcelain skin, the same skin that glowed such a beautiful blush in the height of passion. I longed to lean over and bring that blush to life in the morning sun. There was something soothing in watching her sleep, something that I had not felt in a long time. I found my own breathing began to match hers, and my body settled into a languid comfort. I wanted to be closer to it, to wrap myself in it and float on some unseen sea that gently rocked my soul in its simple rhythm. Her body stirred and stretched beneath the sheets. She unfurled herself and rolled onto her stomach extending her legs and stretching in that feline manner again. Perhaps I should turn up the heat in her room so that I could watch her do it naked each morning. She turned herself onto her back and then turned her head, eyes still closed toward the morning light. She lay with a quiet smile on her face as she felt the warmth of the sun on her face, her hand rising to her cheek to enjoy the warmth she felt there. Then, she slowly began to slide the covers down to reveal her naked body allowing the sun to warm each new exposed inch before revealing more. It was erotic and arousing, so why did I feel like I had suddenly intruded into a part of her world that was kept away from everyone. I knew that if I so much as took a deep breath she would hear it and I didn't want her to. I wanted to see this part of her, the moments before she pulled on whatever shield she wore. I watched her stretch her arms above her head making her small breasts stand firm on her chest and take a deep breath. Her eyes popped open and instantly she recognized me. Jerking her arms down to her sides and muttering an apology, for what I didn't know. I didn't respond but sat still and waited until she asked me what I was doing there. I told her I had been watching her sleep. Fear sprang to her eyes, and then quickly turned to anger before she looked down and hid it from me. When she raised her head again a second later it was gone. I stood and walked to the bed sitting down the side, and she reached for the covers. Don't was all I said; before laying down on the bed next to her, but not touching her. "What do you feel?" I asked, turning my head to look at her. A confused look came across her face. "What?" she whispered. "What do you feel?" I asked again, this time speaking clearly and slowly. I took a moment before she could find any words. "Confused." She said before she looked down and began to fidget with her fingers. "Did I do something wrong?" she asked still fidgeting with her fingers. I rolled to my side and placed my hand over hers, "No." She looked at me for a long time, not sure if she should say or do something. Her breathing changed, growing more rapid and uneven. She struggled to look at me, shifting from my face to our hands and back again often. "What did you dream about?" I asked letting my hand remain resting gently on hers. "Dream? I Don't dream, I never have." Her voice was no more than a whisper. I rose from the bed and walked to the entrance to her room. "It's time to get up." I said and headed for the kitchen. I poured myself another cup of coffee and sat down at the table, my head full of questions. Is she really not aware that she dreams? What is it that could cause someone to completely block any recollection of nightmares strong enough to make them cry? She entered the kitchen dressed in nothing but her pale blue bikini panties and matching bra. I had always preferred her in blue it seemed to show off the ivory skin and auburn hair perfectly. She didn't look at me, but poured herself a cup of coffee. She took a deep breath and turned to face me leaning against the kitchen counter. God, she was beautiful. The sun shone through the window and played across her hair making it shimmer. A small strand of her long bangs fell across one eye and I wished it was not there. She reached up and tucked it back behind her ear, before turning to put her cup on the counter. She quickly set about making breakfast. Pulling two plates from the cupboard and placing them on the table. She turned toward the refrigerator opening the door and leaning down to grab the eggs. A vision of me eating pancakes off that ass sprang to mind. I could see myself licking the sticky syrup off the backs of her thighs. She put the eggs on the counter and gathered a few more items. I had not said anything about what I wanted to eat that morning and left it for her to handle as I headed for the shower. Stepping into the shower I realized I was out of my favorite shampoo as I leaned my head back to let the water run over it. Suddenly I heard the door open and a bottle of my favorite shampoo was placed at the edge of the shower by a delicate hand before I heard the door close. I smiled and reached for it. After dressing, I head for the kitchen. Just as I entered the kitchen Mileena placed two large pancakes on my plate. The butter and a small gravy dish sat on the table as well. She waited for me to sit down before taking her place opposite me her hands folded in her lap. I looked at the gravy dish and realized that she had warmed the syrup in it. A smile came to my lips as I looked at the pancakes and remembered the fantasy I had earlier. Perhaps someday I will do just that. After breakfast Mileena cleaned the kitchen and put on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt before coming into my office to ask if I needed anything before she went to work. Her job was one that gave her the ability to work from home full time so all she had to do was walk down the hall and shut the door the her office. After she left and I heard the door close, I leaned back in my chair to consider what to do with her tonight. The only light in the playroom was the glimmer from the candles I had lit causing shadows to dance across the room. I had moved the couch father away from the cage and positioned it so that it faced it. I took mileena by the hand and led her to the cage without a single word. Every step closer to it seemed to cause more tension in her, until the last step seemed to be made from sheer will rather than anything natural. I released her hand and retreated to the couch, leaving her standing in front of it. She stood there; her breathing ragged and labored, not a single muscle twitched or shifted for the better part of half an hour. I wondered what was going on in her head as she stood there looking at the cage. "Turn around." I said, wanting to see her face. She turned slowly toward me, but it seemed she had to tear her gaze from the cage at the last minute. When her eyes met mine they were large and gleaming. I knew that look something was brewing in that mind of hers. The problem was determining if it was something I wanted to happen or not. She smiled just before dropping her face to look at the floor. I stood up and walked over to her turning her back toward the cage before settling the two of us down onto the floor in front of it. I had her cradled between my legs in the kneel down position. I lifted her head so that she was looking at the cage before sliding my hand down between her legs. As always her natural response was evident, her pussy was already dripping and I could smell her already. "Tell me what you see," I said as I began to tug at her nipple. " I see the cage master," she said with not a hint of emotion to it. "What do you feel?" I asked. "Your hands on my body," was her answer. I withdrew my hands and repeated the question. She was silent for a time before she said, "I don't feel anything." Taking one of her hands in mine I leaned us both forward and placed it on the front of the cage, and repeated the question, "what do you feel." This time her body began to shake, and I watched as a single tear slide down her cheek. I moved so that I could cradle her and still keep her hand on the cage. Her body stiffened and she tried to withdraw her hand from the cage. "NO, you will touch it. What do you feel?" I asked again. Her eyes dropped to the floor and I could see her biting her lower lip. I lifted her head and she bite down harder on her lip. I pulled her face to mine and kissed her, forcing her to release her lower lip. I could taste the blood on it when I sucked it into my mouth. I licked the blood from her lip and kissed it gently before releasing it. "Don't bite your lip, I like your lips soft for me." Taking her head between my hands I turned it back toward the cage, "what do you feel? Tell me what you feel inside right now." My voice was firm but gentle, and I hoped it would urge her finally speak. Her body began to shake violently and her breathing grew erratic. "Please..." was the only word she spoke before she began to struggle to breath. I pulled her into my arms and turned her face away from the cage. I held her while she cried; silent sobs shook her body over and over again. I kissed the tears that rolled down her face, and covered her mouth with mine. Her lips were so soft and I could taste the salt form her tears. Her body began to soften its rigid pose as her breathing slowed until she no longer held her own head up for me. Reluctantly I let her lips leave mine and laid her across my lap. She was a doll that I could position any way I wanted, and did not flex a single muscle as I laid her out for me; arms above her head and legs spread wide. I leaned forward and traced a line from her chin down toward her right breast, allowing my finger to hover over her nipple for a second. The second that I let my finger gently run over her nipple her body visibly stiffened. Her head was turned away from the cage and her eyes were closed. I touched her nipple again softly, and she jerked as if in pain but still no sound came from her lips. I grabbed her nipple and twisted hard, watching as her body softened again. I did it again to be sure, and her body remained soft and pliable. This was not the reaction I had expected. I gently touched her nipple again and her body tightened and she held her breath. I grabbed both her nipples and twisted them between my fingers and again she softened. I let my hands float over her skin gently from her breasts to the small patch of auburn hair just above her pussy and again her body stiffened and she squeezed her eyes shut tighter. I let my touch remain soft and gentle as I slide my hands down her highs and back up to her breasts, watching as her breathing became erratic and she seemed to struggle to keep her body from flinching. "Open your eyes," I said, "look at me," She turned her head to face mine as I looked down at her and slowly opened her eyes. I waited for only a moment before gently caressing her body again. She squeezed her eyes closed, and her body stiffened again. "Open your eyes." I commanded. I grabbed her breasts and squeezed hard. Her eyes flew open and I could see the fire in them, the more I squeezed the brighter it grew. Then I let my grip soften and become gentle, as I watched that fire go out only to be replaced with fear. The more I touched her softly the more fear shown in her eyes until she once again began to cry silent tears. Over and over again I gently caressed her body, watching as she flinched and tried to move away from my touch. "Please..." that one word whispered so softly but that held so much within it escaped her lips. I slide my hand behind her head and brought her lips to mine. I was determined to keep it soft and gentle, but before long the hunger I felt seemed to take over and I deepened the kiss crushing her body to mine, demanding, punishing, biting. She relinquished herself to me this way, her body molding to mine. The scent of her wet pussy drifted over me and ignited my need to posses her. Pulling back from the kiss I looked into those eyes. Once again there was the fire that danced through those deep grey eyes. I wanted so desperately to turn her over and spank her until her entire ass was bright red before driving my cock into her, knowing that each punishing stroke would force her toward climax after climax. But my need to discover her secrets outweighed it and I gently lay her down on the floor and stood to walk to the couch. "Please..." she said again. I stopped turning back to her kneeling down over her body and peppered soft kissed all over her breasts before taking her hand and standing her up to face me. I took her face in my hands and gently kissed her lips. "Please what," I said. "Please touch me." She whispered. I kissed her gently, and then stepped away. "You may go to your room now," was all I said before walking out of the room and up the stairs. Her Greatest Fear Ch. 03 Chapter 03: Inevitable Every day I did this ritual, each time touching her less and less. On the fourth day I did not touch her at all, but left her there in the room alone. Again I turned on the camera and sat at the table watching. She sat down on the floor in front of the cage with her knees tucked under her ass. I stood up and went to the coffee pot and began making a new pot. This could prove to be another long night. There was something about the cage and it's connection to her that no one had ever explored before and I was determined to discover what it was. I sat there watching her for the better part of an hour before she moved. She rocked back on her heels and stood with the aid of her hands in one fluid motion. She squared her shoulders and stiffened her back standing so that her legs were shoulder width apart. I could see the cage between her legs, and found it very erotic. Her body was almost like a silhouette that drew your eyes to the apex of her legs and revealed the cage. I knew her mind was reeling and she was making a decision, but deciding on what I was not sure. Then without warning she turned and faced the camera, looking right into it; head held high, shoulders back, eyes fearful but strong. She spoke one word so quietly that in order for me to figure out what she said I had to turn the sound all the way up. "Please.." that simple word again. I sat riveted as she crouched down on the floor her eyes never leaving the camera, or me. Again she whispered please, and stretched her left leg back until it touched the edge of the cage. She shifted her weight to that leg and pulled her body backward toward the cage. She slid sideways to the left side of the cage and without taking her eyes from the camera opened the cage door. Again she whispered please, and I saw her eyes begin to cloud with tears but her gaze never left mine. She slid to the right and aligned herself with the door directly behind her, before stretching her right leg back and into the cage. There was that move again she never entered the cage facing it. Her left leg followed and soon she sat in the center of the cage still staring at the camera, as silent tears fell down her cheeks. I was just about to leave the kitchen and go down stairs when she moved again, this time leaning forward and with one hand closing the cage door until it clicked shut. I sat there frozen, she had closed the door herself. Looking at the screen she again whispered please, and I moved as if propelled by some unseen force. Entering the room I could see her sitting in the middle of the cage her legs curled up to her chin, her arms wrapped around them as she rocked herself back and forth. I walked to the edge of the cage and stood in front of it. I reached through the bars of the cage to stroke her head, and she leaned into my hand rubbing her cheek on it, just before kissing it gently in the palm. She looked at me, eyes red from crying and spoke. "please touch me." I knelt down in front of the cage and slid my hand in to touch her leg. I could see her fight to stay still, her body jerked just a bit before she gained control. Each time I would stroke her leg she would cry harder, until a small whimper escaped her lips. A sound I had never heard before. I began to croon to her telling her it was alright. It seemed that each time a little whimper would come from her lips her body relaxed just a bit more. I told her to move forward and she slowly moved so that her legs where touching the cage. I continued crooning and gently spreading her legs to lay open for me. She continued to cry whimpers that seemed to echo through the room even though they were almost not perceivable unless you were very close as I let my hand rest against her pussy. She was wet and warm and willing and it seemed such a contrast to the tears that ran down her face. I began to move my hand up and down slightly watching her. She grabbed the bars on either side of the cage and hung on as if preparing for something and yet her hips began to respond to my touch pressing closer into my hand. I let my thumb press against her clit and pressed harder until she seemed to gain a rhythm of her own. Rocking her hips steadily and staring straight at me. I could sense she was pushing herself toward and orgasm and just as I thought she might cum she stopped moving. Her hands never left the cage bars as she stared at me. As I began moving my hand she shook her head no, but that was not going to stop me. She knew how to stop me if she really wanted to, so I kept going getting faster and faster. She kept shaking her head no as she whimpered and griped the cage for dear life. Her body tightened up but did not pull away from me, I knew she was fighting it, Fighting not to cum. She gripped the cage and shook her head saying no over and over again. Her body shook with the effort and she held her breath for as long as she could, closing her eyes tightly. "Open your eyes," I said, " I want to see you. I want you to see me make you cum. I am going to." Her eyes opened and locked on mine and still she shook her head no. "You are going to give this to me. I will make you cum." She started to pull away and I reached and grabbed her leg hard. "If you pull away we will only begin again." She stopped and just looked at me eyes full of fear and something else. She adjusted her hands on the cage and lifted her chin to look me directly in the eye. I again began to stroke her pussy pushing hard against her and increasing the rhythm slowly. I watched as she struggled to not move away still holding her breath and fighting it. "Let go," I said, " you have no choice. I will make you cum no matter how hard you try to stop it." Tears streamed down her face and she whimpered louder. I increased the rhythm and again told her she had no choice I would have her pleasure for my own. Once again she held her breath and struggled and whimpered. I continued to stroke her clit hard and fast and plunged two fingers into her pussy at the same time. "You can fight all you want I will have it." I said fascinated by the fact that she had yet to look away. Suddenly her legs spread open farther and her pussy convulsed around my fingers. A primal scream tore form her lips as he let herself go and fell into the orgasm. Over and over again her body convulsed, the more I rubbed her clit the more she came. I kept her Cuming until she was completely spent her hands falling from the cage bars and her body leaning back until she lay with her legs still wide open for me. I withdrew my hands from her and stroked her leg before moving to the side of the cage so that I could see her face. She stared at me but her eyes were vacant yet not sad as I had seen before. I stroked her hair from her face and she turned her head to kiss the palm of my hand again. I opened the cage door and helped her out taking her to couch. Wrapping her in a blanket I sat down and laid her head in my lap. "Go to sleep now, you did well." I said as I kissed her forehead and stroked her face. I sat there all night with her head in my lap and watched her sleep. Not once did she attempt to curl up into her ball, and she slept with a soft smile on her lips.