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I Am Number Eight Ch. 01

By: Paris Waterman



God knows why I started reading porn. Well I mean his particular porn. But I did, and I kept reading it. I read everything he had written then tried other authors but they didn't touch me the way he did. I reread everything I could find by him and felt an exhilaration I'd never known before.

Could a writer really do this to me? The answer of course was yes, there were many examples of this as the wonderful quote: "The pen is mightier than the sword" exemplifies.

But pornography? Here I was almost twenty-seven with a decent enough job as Administrative Assistant to the Director at a renowned medical facility in Manhattan. I was very good at my job and both my superiors and peers knew it. 

Physically speaking, I'm tall, with what I think is a nice body except for the fact that my left breast is almost a cup size larger than my right. And while the few men I've let touch them hardly seemed to notice, I remain very self-conscious about it. On the other hand, I fill out the standard black cocktail dress as well as the next girl, as long as she's not Brooklyn Decker, or one of her peers.

I will admit that prior to discovering Edgar Prince's erotica I had begun drinking a little too much while bar hopping of a weekend, which I attribute to what I'll call my missing something but not knowing exactly what it was period.

Did I mention that I'm almost twenty-seven? I will be in two short months. I'm not married. I've never been married. Twice engaged, but never made it to the altar. This seems to be the key to my despondency, or whatever it is that's bugging me.

Yeah, what's bugging me – for instance, every guy I see I view as a potential life partner. That's crazy, or it should be. I meet someone decent at least once a week and go through what's now become a litany of reasons why he's special and follow that with another list of why he's not for me.

Friends, especially married friends, are always fixing me up with Mr. Right. Only he never is. I went through a slutty period a while back where I slept with every guy I dated, or tried too. Some wouldn't have me. Can you believe it? Maybe I was too forward when I began reaching out to feel them up after the first kiss. 

Let me illustrate by giving an example of a typical date, or more accurately an encounter with a guy. I had sex with Kevin. Why? Because I'm stupid when it comes to male - female relationships.

We were working together on a tricky assignment involving bringing in a world class heart specialist from Huntsville, Alabama. The trick was to persuade him to leave his cozy spot in Alabama and move to Manhattan. Obviously the cost of his new residence would be through the roof; but we were telling ourselves that we were selling the opportunity to work in some of the most difficult of heart cases on what amounted to a daily basis. What more challenge could a surgeon want? 

Well I can think of several, but there we were going over the various pros and cons of enticing him to our facility when I felt my horny button go off.

Suddenly I felt naked when he glanced at me. I managed to keep my distance and avoid anything close to a sexual remark. But to my surprise I accepted his offer of stopping off for a drink after we'd finished for the night.

The thing was we didn't pop into a lounge, oh, no. We popped into a liquor store, bought two bottles of wine and headed to his apartment, which happened to be three doors away from the store.

He was a gentleman, pouring me some wine while we talked about other ways of bringing the surgeon on board. But with the opening of the second bottle of wine he began telling me about his divorce and in the same breath how good looking I was.

And just as I began to like the guy a little, he suddenly kissed me. Yeah, I was tired and horny and so I let him. I didn't really respond but I wasn't exactly uncooperative either. And when he lay on top of me on the couch I sighed and figured, fuck it.

I wish I could say I was drunk, but I wasn't. As he unclothed me I helped a little, said it was "alright" when he accidently pinched me trying to unzip my pants, and even ran my hands up and down his back as our bodies became pressed together. 

Old Kevin was sort of clumsy and awkward, and it was weird having this old guy on me like this. When he took It out I even put the condom on for him. 

I may have been horny, or thought I was, but I wasn't slick enough to really say I was turned on, but I wasn't dry. I was prepared ... but I wish I wasn't. I mean, I wish that I hadn't given up so quickly. I mean it wasn't enjoyable, you know? I just lay there on the couch, and wondered why I was so fucked up that I let myself get into this situation at all.

It lasted about ten minutes, maybe, before he just stopped, breathed out long, and rolled off of me. I didn't waste a second: I immediately put my bra back on and got dressed. We didn't say a word to each other: he got up and left, presumably to throw out the condom. After that he found me out in front of the store smoking a cigarette.

He offered to give me a ride home but I declined. When I did get home I showered (even though it was so late, I just had to) then went online for a little while, then went to bed. And that was that.

For the next couple weeks I didn't even see him: my training in full swing now, I was spending most of my time with my regional manager. When I did see Kevin again, though, he acted like nothing had happened. And so did I. Suffice to say I was relieved to be out of that relationship, such as it was.

About two weeks later I went on a date with this guy, "Thomas", and started crying halfway through the dinner we were having. I was so loopy... I freaked him out. But that's okay, because I didn't really want to go out with him anyway... I just wanted to go out with a guy again, you know? Maybe make myself feel better for acting the slut with Kevin. Didn't work out that way... I ended up telling him he was "a great listener" and he got the hint. We haven't spoken since.

I told my friend Laura about the thing with Kevin, and she thought it was both funny and sad (her exact words!). She thinks I need to tell my therapist about all this (I've been refusing to talk to her about work, you see... more like avoiding). 

I just re-read all that. Do I sound depressed? I'm not, though. I mean, I was during that week or two during the whole Kevin thing. Maybe writing about it stirred up those emotions again. But see, I realize now that the Kevin thing won't happen again. And I won't let myself act like that anymore. To prove my point, last week Kevin made one of his typically sexist comments to me and I shot him a look and said, "Do you really want to start that with me?" He just shut up after that.

Oh listen to me rambling on and on. I guess I really am kind of fucked up sexually. 

Okay, the truth is I've actually slept with fourteen different guys; most more than once. I thought I knew everything about everything. I thought I'd tried everything except anal; and I knew what that would be like from Sheila Downs, who told me all about her little anal adventure, thank you very much.

Yet after reading Edgar Prince's material I realized how little I knew about virtually anything, especially about the kinkier sides of sex. His stories opened doors I hadn't known existed. Did people actually do the things he was describing in such vivid detail? 

I researched subjects within the S&M genre, and found myself filled with a yearning thirst to try it for myself. And so, I wrote Edgar Prince and told him that I loved his work, and was fascinated by the subject asked if he would consider being rough with me.

My letter read: I want you to do me hard. I don't care if you to throw me to the ground and rip my clothes off. I want you to grab my head and push your fingers into my scalp. I want you to stick your cock in my face. I want you to set the vicious tempo that you want. I want you to fuck my mouth like you own it. I want you to make my lips swell at the collision when you bottom out. I want you to twist your fingers in my hair and yank. Use the reins to control my movements. I want my nose smashed up against your pubis and your balls pressed up against my chin. I want thick cords of saliva dangling from your shaft as I struggle to keep up with how fast and how rough you are. I want you to compel my face to your balls and ass and have me lick and suck both.

I want you to pull me over your lap and spank me. Leaving your handprints on my buttocks and turn my ass and thighs red and purple. Be brutal. I can take it. I want you to spank my clit. I want you to wrench my pussy lips and my nipples. I want you to slap my breasts. Make them hurt. Make me remember you.

Fuck me in all positions. Don't be gentle.

I want you to drive into me from above so that I feel your weight on top, crushing me. I want you to wrap your hand about my throat and choke me. I want you to spit in my face. I want you to cuff my cheeks hard — left side and right side — with stiff and unyielding fingers and also the back of your hand.

I want you to clutch my breasts and maul them while you thrust into me from below. I want you to see how my pussy stretches to accommodate your thick cock. I want you to feel the wetness skating down the sides of your shaft and coating your balls? I want you to lift me by the hips and launch yourself at me. I want you to let me squeeze your cock with the muscles of my cunt. 

I want you to pinch my clitoris. I want you to take me from behind. Pull my hair as hard as you can. Tug it by the roots. Set your teeth into my neck. Leave bite marks over my back and shoulders. 

I want you to grab my bouncing tits and haul me backward. Use your strength to impale my pussy onto your prick. Slam your cock into me. I want to hear your balls smacking against my ass. 

I want you to rub my clit diligently and aggressively. I want you to sodomize me. I want you to stick your fingers in my cunt and feel yourself moving inside my anus. I want you to split me in half with your long, thick penis. I want to be small and submissive under you.

I want you to come in my mouth and cum on my body. Come in my cunt and my anus. I want you to use me. Be strict with me. Call me the vilest names. I want you to leave bruises behind.

I want a man with phenomenal stamina; a dominant lover who knows how to take charge of an uninhibited, dirty slut like me. You should be muscular and fit. Intelligence is a definite plus. 

Admittedly, I went overboard, but then I really didn't expect him to reply, but two days later I received a reply. 

Dear Emily: I receive hundreds of comments about my work. Yours however, stands out in that you appear to have a genuine interest in learning about the machinations involved between Dom and Sub. In answer to your principal question, I can easily be as rough with you as you can tolerate, for I not only write about S&M but practice it as well.

If you reside in Manhattan as you say, then it is possible that we can meet and at the least, have a rudimentary discussion about the subject. I reside in New Jersey, only twenty minutes, on a good day, from midtown.

Please let me know if you'd care to meet me personally, and we can meet in a local restaurant of your choosing and see where that takes us. My Email address follows.

Cordially yours, Edgar Prince.

On reading his reply, I found myself so excited that I hurried to my bedroom, took out my vibrator and gave myself a mighty orgasm. Then I reread his message and carefully worded a reply. In it I agreed to meet him, suggesting we meet at a well known restaurant that usually had a good sized crowd. I believed in old adage of safety in numbers; not knowing how little the size of the crowd meant with respect to making one less vulnerable to certain types of assailants should they be determined to do you harm. This last had no bearing whatsoever on Mr. Prince's actions, then or now. 

I should mention that immediately after emailing my reply I toyed with the idea of running out and having my clit pierced for him. However a quick researching of the act convinced me that I had better wait before doing something that rash as I would need some time to heal before practicing sex with anyone. Of course I had already made up my mind that I was going to let my Prince have his way with me at least for one night at any rate, and possibly much more.

I received a reply from him an hour later. He agreed to meet me at the restaurant and suggested a day and time. I quickly agreed and sent it off.

The next several hours were spent trying on different clothing to wear for the occasion. I would, of course, not actually choose my ensemble until minutes before leaving for the restaurant. I finally selected a pale blue blouse that was a size smaller than I normally wore; and a short skirt that I knew showed my legs off along with my best pair of 'Fuck me' shoes. You can guess why.



He was waiting for me at the bar. "Emily, I presume?"

"Yes, Mr. Prince, is it?"

"No, my name is Klaus Sties. Prince is merely a convenient pen-name."

We shook hands as I appraised him. Not quite six feet tall, with a thick head of blonde hair, and the body of an Olympic swimmer, which I soon learned he was not, but he did swim 50 laps on a daily basis in his own pool. He wore an expensive blue blazer and tan slacks with highly polished burgundy loafers.

"I'm thirty-seven years of age, a U.S. citizen, born in Duluth for that matter. College educated, with degrees in English from Kansas State and Florida, respectively," he informed me. 

I'm almost certain my mouth hung open and I was probably drooling at the sight of him. I know for a fact that he excited me even more on meeting him than his words had and that was saying a great deal.

He was still speaking to me, but I wasn't listening. Oh, I heard him ... God knows his voice alone had me close to cumming on the spot. But it was a combination of factors that had me riveted to him. From his yummy good looks, to that radio announcer voice that held me in a kind of hypnotic trance; but it was his eyes the dominated everything. And they never wavered from mine.

I pushed my breasts, big and not so big, out at him, straining the buttons on my blouse. 

His eyes never left mine.

Suddenly I felt his voice inside me.

"So tell me, Emily, which topic interests you the most?"

"I ... I can't pinpoint any one thing," I managed to get out.

"Surely something above all others stand out in your mind."

"Well, I read everything ... and ...." I realized that he frightened me. Physically I was more than attracted to him, but there was also something ominous about him.

"Did the subject being tied up and spanked spark an interest?"

"Umm, yes, that and the clamps...." I couldn't get any more words out of my mouth.

His eyes now seemed to have a smoldering glow to them. I was very nervous and kept squirming around in my chair. It took me a moment before I realized I was extremely excited and wondered if it would show through my skirt when I stood up.

I finally found my voice again and asked, "So, umm, Mr. Sties, you have actually done these things?"

"Yes and its Klaus ... for now. If we move forward I will ask that you call me Sir, or Master at all times."

"I understand," I said, although I doubt that I did at the time.

"I have done these things and more, Emily. I also suspect that you wish me to do them to you. I suspect you have wanted this for some time, although you may not have fully realized it until now."

I realized I was rubbing my left thigh with my right hand and stopped. He was waiting for me to say something, so I blurted, "But no one else ...."

"Fuck everyone else. What do they know? You've seen those assholes all your life, how the words go right by their heads. What do they know? What do most of the people in the world know? You have a gift in that you can feel, Emily. You feel much more deeply than most others do, and it's a gift. You think there's something wrong with you, but it isn't, it's them. 

"Look ... I want you to come with me, right this minute." He threw a twenty on the table and stood up, "Come on ...."

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For some reason I followed him into a taxi, seemingly mesmerized by both his voice and intelligence. He appeared to have the capability to soothe over every one of my many concerns by telling me what I had so longed to hear a man say to me. 

"You've dreamt about me for some time, haven't you?"

I think I nodded, for I certainly wasn't capable of making a coherent reply.

"I will show you what you are inside, and make you feel what you're capable of feeling, because you know there's so much inside, don't you? You know there's so much more..."

I nodded again and for the first time felt his fingertips sliding up my thigh. Did I grab his hand and stop him? No, I glanced at the driver, saw that he was concentrating on the road and allowed Klaus's hand to roam upward, almost petting me as if I were his pet cat.

Suddenly his hand was between my legs, and finding I couldn't control myself, I reached out and grabbed his penis, finding it rock hard in his trousers.

"No," he said as if scolding a school child, "There are rules, Emily, and the first one is: you don't touch me. Not without permission. I touch you, but you don't touch me, understand? Now pick up your skirt, I want to see your cunt."

"But," I started to protest, knowing the driver would see me totally exposed with one look in the rearview mirror.

"Now, Emily ... DO IT!"

With no further thought of protest, I raised my derrière off the seat of the taxi and hiked my skirt up revealing my silk panties and the smooth plane of my belly.

Klaus wasted no time in rubbing his hand over my pussy. I shuddered at the touch from both fear and pleasure but made no other response although I freely admit to being mortified at the thought of the driver witnessing what was happening.

"Feeling prudish, Emily? Your "I want" letter mentioned all the things you wanted me to do to you. Have you changed your mind?"

"No ... I want you to ... do them ... to me ... Master."

He ignored my comment and said, "You have a pronounced clit, Emily," not caring if the driver heard. "It should provide us both much amusement in teasing and tormenting it."

And when his fingertips lighted on that most sensitive part of my anatomy, I jerked back as if shocked with an electric wand.

What was I doing? Was I out of my mind? Was in a taxi with someone I hardly know, letting him touch me intimately. I couldn't believe it was happening to me ... but it was, and I couldn't bring myself to tell him to stop.

A second later it occurred to me that he might not stop if I told him too; he would continue to dominate me until he'd satisfied his every lust.

An eerie thought crept into my consciousness then. I certainly wanted him to do things to me; normally unspeakable things. I had all but given him permission to do with me as he wanted. Oh ... oh ... I may be lost!

I realized that he now had two fingers inside me, probing this way and that, and I didn't seem to mind at all, in fact I felt better than I had in ages.

"It's good to be touched, isn't it?" he said, making it a statement and not a question. "Especially by someone who knows exactly what they're doing," he continued. And at that moment I saw the driver's eyes riveted on Klaus's hand as it played with my private parts. 

But Klaus noticed him too. I thought he would tell him to avert his eyes; to keep his eyes on the road, but what he said, stunned me and thrilled me at the same time. "She's getting wet and she's opening like a little flower for me."

"It's good when they're really horny," the driver said, looking over his shoulder and winking at me.


I Am Number Eight Ch. 01



We must have been close to Klaus's destination, for he suddenly slapped my pussy, causing me to shriek from the sudden pain.



Before I could register a complaint, he was telling the driver to pull over, we were getting out.

The taxi pulled to the curb, and after paying the driver, Klaus got out, came around to my side and opened the door for me. He took my hand as I got out and set foot on the sidewalk.

"Where are ...?" I managed to get out before he propelled me into a dark alley.

"Right here will do," he said, and pinned me up against the wall.

His hand returned to my cunt, and using his powerful fingers, forced the silky fabric of my panties into my hole. The thought of what he was doing to me filled me with an excitement I had never known before.

I must have moaned, for he laughed and murmured, "Yes, very, very wet."

"Take them off!" he said in a husky voice that made me shiver.

"You want me to take my dress off?" I blurted, stunned at the request.

"Just the undies, Emily, that's all," he said so sweetly I hastened to comply, leaning one hand on his shoulder to accomplish it without falling on the grimy street of the alley.

The moment I righted myself his fingers rushed into me, and I was there – at the edge of a tumultuous cum.

"Oh yeah!" I hissed, "Yeah, right there!"

"Stop telling me what to do. I'll give the orders, Emily."

His fingers had abandoned my cunt. "Tell me you understand, or I'll leave you here and now!"

"I ... I understan...."

"Good. You need to understand that I will do with you as I wish. For the moment this is just between your pussy and me. You, little Emily, are just along for the ride, and I suggest you enjoy it."

Telling myself for the thousandth time that this is what I wanted, I shuddered as his mouth made its way down my body, pausing to plant a soft kiss on my naval before wriggling into my belly-button. I was soon lost in his scent and his hands and his mouth as all blended together causing me to become dizzy with lust. 

His hands ... were everywhere, or so it seemed; tousling my hair, grazing my neck and pulling me closer while I struggled to free my breasts for his hands and mouth, but only succeeded in freeing the smaller one before giving up to the lovely sensations coursing through me.

Klaus appeared to appreciate my effort in that regard and took pity on my exposed breast, suckling happily on it and bringing me ever so close to orgasm, as he nursed away while fingering my cunt in as leisurely a manner as I'd ever experienced. My toes clenched and I found myself wriggling with agonizing anticipation as he deliberately dragged his wet tongue up the inside of my thigh. 

I couldn't suppress the moan, and spread my legs wide; moaning again just to urge him to continue doing whatever he intended doing to me in the alley.

I felt his hot breath on my labia and shuddered to an orgasm without being penetrated for the first time in my life.

"Oh God," I grunted through clenched teeth. 

"Get on your hands and knees," he whispered, and I hurriedly complied.

He planted a soft kiss on my ass cheek and subtly pried it aside to peek at my asshole. A moment later I felt his tongue trailing along the same cheek and I knew he was going to take me anally.

"Do you know what I'm going to do now?" Klaus asked, laying another wet kiss on my tender flesh. 

"I think so," I croaked. 

"Have you ever done it before?"

"No, but I want you too."

"Really?" he said, sounding amused by my response. 

"Uh huh." 

"You want this?" he said again. And before I could answer him, his tongue flickered across my asshole and I saw stars of pleasure.



"Oh fuck yes!" I blurted out as his tongue moved into my anal entryway.

"YES! I WANT TO TRY EVERYTHING!"

"Then spread your ass for me, Emily, he whispered, slapping my rump sharply and hastening my lewdly prying the cheeks apart for him.

He speared my anus with his middle finger and I groaned in pain and satisfaction.

My entire body was shaking when he withdrew his finger and replaced it with his tongue, rimming me with a warm, circular motion.

I came again.

"We really need to get over to my place," he said after kissing me and sending his shit flaked tongue into my -- dare I admit it -- eager hungry mouth. "We can ... do other things in a more conducive environment."

I yanked my panties up so that I could walk and followed him, almost panting with excitement at what was to come. 

It was a two block walk to his townhouse, a brownstone that must have been over a hundred years old, but was in fact, modern in every way imaginable.

Once Klaus had shown me in, he pressed me up against the wall, gripped my jaw and squeezed. His kisses were ardent bites; his hand released my other breast, and then slapped me across the side of my face before half pulling, half dragging me into the kitchen and pushing my head down against the countertop. I remember each and everything that happened during this highly emotional time.

I saw the espresso machine from a sideways slant. Klaus had my wrists pinned in back of me at a painful angle. His feet kicked apart my legs. A hand reached between my thighs and rubbed over my pussy, not at all gently. Then, laughing obscenely, he spanked it while biting my neck and shoulder.

I could only moan.

"Don't you dare move," he stated harshly.

He fumbled in the drawer and produced a knife whose serrated edge he flashed me. I peed my pants as he bunched up the cloth at my crotch and poked into it with the point of the blade. 

A moment later he sawed through my panties so they flapped away from my pussy. He sank two fingers into my cunt, then spun his wrist and fucked them in and out. They made wet, squishy sounds.

"Pissed yourself already, 'eh?" he said. "I want you to turn around," he released me so that I could. The blade went under my bra and he sliced through. He knew what he was doing. He pointed the cutting edge of the knife away from me. The fabric tore audibly. 

"Down on the floor," he said, fumbling with his trousers.

I had my hands on my knees, legs open, palms facing up, and I waited.

"Kiss it," he said.

He meant the knife. My face reflected in the shiny stainless steel. I kissed the cold metal. His fingers threaded through my hair. He yanked the roots hard, and he pulled my head up. His fingers forced my mouth open. He aimed the blade past my lips so that the knife rested against my tongue. The blade dragged along the bottom row of teeth. 

I asked myself what I had done, putting myself in the hands of a madman. I waited, expecting him to slash my throat at any moment.

I shut my eyes, and closed my lips over it. I had no choice but to trust him. 

Several seconds later, Klaus carefully eased the knife free of my mouth and set it on the counter.

My head leaned against the wooden cabinet. Klaus pushed off the countertop with his hand and began to throat fuck me with his cock. I made glugging noises. The saliva seeped through my lips and dribbled down my chin. My fingers were in front of me and I took the opportunity to start rubbing my cunt and clit frantically. 

I want this ... I repeated over and over and over.

My eyes were staring up at the ceiling when he came. The curve of his hand shucked along the underside of the penis. Semen slashed my cheek like a liquid whip. It was terribly lewd, just filthy and just what I'd been craving although I hadn't specifically thought of it in those particular terms.

I was so lost in what had just transpired that it took me a moment to realize that Klaus was kissing me. It was the lightest brushing of his lips on mine.

He can't be doi

ng this, I thought, his sperm is covering my mouth and lips ... men don't ... and it hit me, he already had his tongue in my ass. Klaus wasn't any man, he was unique!

I came again, and it went on and on! There he was, sucking on my lower lip before sliding his magical tongue along the edges of my teeth. The only parts of him touching me were his hands on my cheeks and his mouth on mine. 

I gave him the tip of my tongue and we tasted each other. I realized that I may not have ever tasted, really tasted a man like this before and euphoria filled me, telling me I was really doing the right thing and buoying me up for whatever might follow.

Of course, I wanted his kiss to last forever, but it didn't. Actually, I was surprised it lasted as long as it did. He tore his mouth from mine to kiss the pulsing vein in my neck before moving to my collarbone. I was still in the midst of my orgasm. It had already lasted longer than any I'd ever had, and for it to follow the previous ones ... was unthinkable.

"Emily ... Emily ... EMILY!" 

"Uh ... yes? Um, YES!"

"You seemed to be off somewhere else," he said, but didn't appear bothered by it.

"My mind ... Master, I must have drifted off ... those kisses ...."

"Yes, well ... feed me a breast. I'll sample the larger one first."

I was mortified beyond belief. He was ridiculing my different sized breasts and I was filled with a shame I had never known prior to that moment.

But I lifted the breast to his mouth as he'd asked and he bit down on the nipple, sending a lightning bolt of pain through my entire being.

Previous lovers had suckled them, even chewed on them, but none had broken the skin with their teeth, causing the searing pain that Klaus had just done.

And from out of my cloud of pain I heard him asked for the smaller one. Not the other one, but most emphatically, "the smaller one."

I may have been in some form of shock, but I hoisted it to his mouth and hose teeth that now seemed like a vampires fangs. And he sucked like a baby during its most pacific moments on it. Night and day. That's what I thought at the time. Night and day.

And suddenly his fingers had returned to my cunt, my ripped panties flapped against his wrist, clinging to my waist by the frayed threads of the elastic waistband.

"Ugh!" I grunted as he added a third and then a fourth finger into my juice dripping hole. 

I was panting, a wanton, willing slut, willing to do anything asked of me. A dull pain lingered at my nipple where he'd bitten, perhaps a little too hard.

What the fuck was I thinking? He'd bitten through the skin. The nipple was bleeding. I recall thinking that stitches might be needed to repair it properly.

The last threads of the waistband parted and the panties dropped to the kitchen floor.

"How do you like it now, Emily?" Klaus asked, "Ready to cum again? Going to cum on my hand?"

"OH GOD!" I panted as my hips bucked against his sticky, plundering fingers

"You love it, don't you Emily! You love it!"

The excitement of being fingered and played with like a hot little whore was more than I could stand. My hidden slut emerged, wild, hungry and totally uninhibited. 

He sent a finger from his other hand into my anus.

"YES! YES! YES!" I screamed as my cunt exploded, gushing juices everywhere.

"Look at what I'm doing to you, Emily. Go on, look!"

I forced myself to glance down and saw my hips pumping obscenely as his fingers slid in and out of my pussy. 

I couldn't help but moan at the sheer lasciviousness of my own degradation.

Klaus grabbed my hair and pulled my head back, making me arch my back as his thick fingers stroked my cunt and fingered my asshole. There was a look of raw animal lust on his face, and I was afraid to think of how I looked just then.

I was crazed with lust. All my "I want you too's" were coming true. My thighs were trembling; my legs growing weak. I had to hold onto his shoulder with one hand and took hold of the hand that was fucking my cunt and used it like a dildo, fucking myself, far beyond self-consciousness or shame, hoping he would toss me on the kitchen table and fuck me senseless.

Just then we seemed to drop to the floor and the cool caress of the worn linoleum. He was kissing and sucking my neck and throat, than his hand was there, choking me, although not so that I ever felt in danger, but enough to make me fearful. A contradiction? Maybe, but I was in a sexual delirium at the time and could have cared less if he'd strangled me. Later I would look in the mirror and wince at the numerous welts, bite marks and bruises I saw, but in the moment I wanted it; I wanted it all.

And the moment his cock surged into me I thought I was going to achieve the impossible and have it all.

Once the initial shock wore off, I began to pump enthusiastically, trying to match him stroke for stroke, but he was so strong that I couldn't and satisfied myself by letting him fill me as I adoringly admired his sweat covered flesh now bathed in a halo of the late afternoon sunlight as he rode me to a frenzied climax.

I recall chanting, "FUCK" over and over and over as I came for the hundredth time that day. I exaggerate, yes, but it certainly felt that way.

At any rate, I passed out and woke up to find him pushing a thumb into my rectum.

"What are you doing?" I moaned.

That got me a vicious slap on the ass.

"Sir or Master, Emily, remember that."

"Yes ...Sir. Sir, may I ask a question?"

"You may."

"Are you going to sodomise me?"

"I am."

I had no reply to that. It was one of the things I had said I wanted in my note to him. In fact, I didn't want it at the moment, but saw no recourse other than to submit to him and hope for the best.

He continued pushing the thumb into my behind; gradually I became accustomed to it. I should add that in view of what I've undergone since that moment, Klaus was rather gentle with me in preparing me for anal sex.

He sent two fingers into my cunt then held them under my nose. "You're very wet, see?"

"Yes, Master, I see. Thank you."

"What made you so wet?" 

"You did, Master. I've been wet all night," I replied, squirming as he reinserted the fingers and sent them deeper into me.

"You want my prick in your ass, don't you?"

"Yes Sir, I do," I said, although I wasn't all that certain I did. But I had told him I wanted it and it was going to happen whether I wanted it or not.

"You're a whore, Emily. Let me hear you say it!"

"I'm a whore, Master!"

"Beg me to fuck your sorry ass, whore."

"Please, sir, fuck my sorry ass," I blurted, humbled at having to put such a request into words.

Klaus surprised me by ramming his cock into my cunt. I uttered a satisfied grunt and started moving with him, matching him stroke for stroke. He yanked on my hair, pulling it back with viciousness that I hadn't seen him do before. 

Still and all, I liked it. I was breathless and flushed with want and I urged him to pull harder. That made him laugh, and he gladly obliged me, pulling so hard that a small clump of hair was actually torn from my scalp.

I learned then not to ask for something I might regret. Trying to please him, I reached between us to stroke his hot cock, but after several squeezing strokes I needed to touch myself and greedily pulled on my nipples, stretching them until the pain was too much to bear.

Klaus toyed with me, lifting my knees and swooping in open mouthed to devour my cunt. Minutes later I was literally dripping when he pulled his face away. "Noooo, don't STOP!" I pleaded.

Ignoring my pleas, he roughly grabbed my hips and rolled me onto my stomach and forced my legs apart with his knees and positioned himself over my ass.

Incredibly, he sent his mouth upon my ass just as he had my cunt moments earlier. I had never even dreamed of this possibility, and I have to say it was fantastic having his tongue swimming in my asshole. I'm sure I gasped and told him I adored what he was doing, but he ignored me in that regard, stiffening his tongue and licking me where even I had never touched before. (I freely admit that I have returned to that moment time and time again and explored further, using all sorts of implements to do so.)

I later learned that this was tongue-fucking. I now have done it on a few occasions myself and will admit to enjoying the power it gives me if only momentarily over my partner.

After several lovely minutes, Klaus removed his mouth and sent a long finger into my anus until it was buried in my hot hole. Surprisingly, the muscles in my ass gripped the finger with a ferocity that surprised and pleased him and he slowly withdrew it only to send it right back in. 

I moaned appreciatively.

Klaus paused for a moment, then apparently dipped several fingers into what I later learned was warm olive oil, dripped some on my asshole, rubbed some into the crack of my ass and then sent the fingers into my rectum again.

His fingers slid easily in and out and I settled into an appreciative state, thinking it wasn't hurting me all that much, forgetting for the moment that it was his fingers invading me and not his thick, cock.

Klaus added a third finger and I welcomed it with a muffled groan.

He fingered me for a minute or so and then withdrew them, whispering that it was time for the main event. I was groggy with lust and didn't quite grasp what he meant. But the moment his cock began its penetration I was back in the real world.

I made a kind of choking sound as he entered me. He paused to rearrange me onto all fours and I saw him dipping his cock into the olive oil for additional lubrication. Then he pulled me ass cheeks apart and pressed the head of his massive cockhead against my puckered hole. He put his weight behind the following thrust and after a moment popped abruptly into me.

I was panting and rigid with fear of a pain that somehow never materialized as I thought it would. Oh, it hurt. It hurt plenty, but it wasn't like I'd imagined it would be.

"Halfway in, Emily, my sweet slut," he announced as I groaned.

And suddenly, unexpectedly, he was fully in me. His hips pressed against the cheeks of my ass – his cock buried to the hilt in me. I found it incredible that he'd managed to get it completely in me, but he had.

It may have been involuntary, or completely voluntary, I'll never know, but I began to squeeze his cock, relaxing somewhat then squeezing again.

He was barely moving in me, apparently savoring the squeezing, for he moaned, "Oh, yes, what a fuck!" And only then did he partially withdraw and push back as he resumed fucking me, rocking gently from side to side and bringing me to the edge of an orgasm, but no further.

I couldn't hold back on my reaction, and begged him not to stop, dropping my head and shoulders flat on the bed while reaching between my legs in order to rub my twat as his well oiled cock made "slap ... slap ... slap" sounds against my ass.

And then I felt him swell inside me. A moment later he was jetting his semen into me, filling me, as I came with him. I hadn't dared to cum before he did; but coming together provided a sensation that was totally unexpected, a glorious cum, probably the best one ever, but with Klaus it was hard to make such distinctions.

We lay limbs entwined around each other, panting heavily for a time. I managed to keep him in me for a while. We were both sweating profusely. 

"Emily," he said hoarsely, "What are you doing?"

Only then did I realized that I was still masturbating; rubbing my clit ever so slowly.

"Oh," I gasped.

"You may continue until you cum," he said and I adored him for being so generous.

I finished myself off shortly afterward, and whispered in his ear, "Master, may I speak?"

"Yes you may, Emily."

"It did hurt ... at first. But not the way I imagined it would. I want to thank you for taking pains to oil me up so that you fit into with ease."

"The pain, as you call it, resulted from the stretching of your anal muscles. But I'm sure you found it rather pleasurable in the end, and I mean no pun in what I say."

"Yes, Master. There was such an incredible sensation of being stuffed full. My whole body felt it. That's when I really started to get turned on. I had to come. I wanted to come with your thing in my ass!"




I Am Number Eight Ch. 01



"Look at my cock, Emily," he said tonelessly.

I did, he was swollen again, more than halfway toward full tumescence. 

"Want some more?"

"Yes!" I croaked, hoping for another wonderful climax.

"Let me hear you beg for it!"

Please put it in my ass!" I whimpered.

"What exactly is it you want in your ass?"

"Your ... cock! Please put your cock back in my ass and fuck me again."

I felt humiliated to have to ask him, but I wanted him back in there and saw no other recourse.

"I'm happy to oblige you more than deviant desires, Emily," he said as he picked up a small bottle of lubricant and allowed a thin line of it to trickle the length of his shaft.

I sucked in my breath as his hand wrapped itself around his manhood and spread the slipper fluid over its entire surface. 

He teased me with several gentle stabs before pressing his cock against my puckered opening; and as I struggled to relax, he drove himself into me with such force that the wind was taken from my lungs and I was gasping for breath. 

Before I was breathing normally again he was fully lodged in my anus.

He grabbed my hair, pushing my face into the bed sheets as he slowly withdrew and then surged back into me.

"Like that, my slut? Like my cock in your hot little asshole?"

"Yes!" I gasped, as he yanked on my hair, pulling my head back toward him.

I closed my eyes to help concentrate on the orgasm that was building within my cunt. 

"Yes," I whimpered again, "I like being fucked this way."

He increased the speed of his strokes, pinning me to the bed after releasing my hair in order to have use of both hands, I felt him swelling inside me and knew he was close to cumming, and yet my own orgasm was still out there ... as if hovering, waiting for something else to happen before releasing its sweet nirvana of pleasure that I craved so much.

I heard his voice at my ear, whispering as it someone else was in the room and he didn't want them to hear: "Tell me, Emily, where is my cock going next?"

It took me a moment before I knew what he meant. It was another moment before I could reply. 

"Umm, I think ... I think it's going in my mouth," I said meekly.

"Why there, Emily?"

"Because ... I'm a dirty slut and don't deserve better treatment, Master."

The words had no sooner left my mouth than my head was yanked back and I felt myself expelling his cock from my ass.

Why would I do such a thing? I wondered, but the thought went no further because his cock was slapping my lips. I hurriedly opened my mouth and tried to capture him without using my hands, which of course, were wedged under my breasts from his previous positioning of my body.

"Oh, do you want to suck my shitty cock?"

"Yes ..." I managed to blurt out before reaching out with my tongue in a frantic attempt to capture his swaying member. 

He pulled my head closer and slipped his shit-speckled cock onto my eagerly waiting tongue.

Strangely enough, I recognized the taste of my shit instantly. Later I would realize that as an infant I must have tasted my own shit on several occasions while in diapers. The thing of it was that I didn't find the taste repulsive at all, but the very thought of tasting another's fecal matter brought me to the edge of vomiting on the spot.

What I did was, and I state this after careful consideration of the facts as I remembered them, was to moan with approval, for I wanted his cock in my mouth, and began sucking hard as he glided back and forth in my throat.

When apparently satisfied that I had cleaned him off to his satisfaction, he pulled out and began slapping me across the face with his distended manhood.

And then, without another word, he sent his throbbing prick back into the gaping hole that was my ass and began fucking me with increasingly forceful strokes. 

"You know I'm going to cum in your ass don't you?" he snarled.

"Uh huh," I answered already feeling my orgasm fulminating deep within me. I knew beforehand that it would be the most tumultuous cum that I'd ever had and closed my eyes and waited for the explosion.

And as his pulsing cock erupted inside my ass, I came with a force that actually through Klaus out and off of my body; catching the both of us by surprise.

Klaus showed no displeasure at my actions, and apparently took it as a measure of his anal fucking skills that had brought it about. I couldn't see any reason to contradict him.

As the aftershocks of my orgasm reverberated through my anus, I heard him ask me to spread my cheeks so that he might see the slutty asshole he'd just fucked.

I reached back and pulled the cheeks apart, fully exposing my anus to him.

"Put a finger in there, see how roomy it is now," he said, smugly.

I did as I was told and pushed my middle finger in and felt his semen coat the finger as it wriggled about quite freely in my ass. I removed the finger and held it out for his inspection. It was clearly covered in a glistening sheen of his slimy cum. Then satisfied that he had had a good look at it, I put it into my mouth and cleaned it off.

"Thank you, Master. It was a lovely fuck."

"You're quite welcome, Emily. I should think we'll have more exciting times exploring your darker wants."

"I hope so, Master. Would you be kind enough to enlighten me as to what comes next?"

"Why, Emily?"

"So that I might dwell on whatever it is, and hopefully please you from the beginning to end."

"That, Emily was an almost perfect answer."

And Klaus did tell me about several things that were ahead of me; but certainly not all, not by a long shot.



I Am Number Eight Ch. 02



The following night, Klaus stunned me asking me if I had ever made love to another woman.

"No, Sir ... I never even thought about it."

"I can't understand why you haven't," he replied. "I know I've been attracted to the occasional male. Why in my teens, while exploring sex for the first time, I sucked a cock or two and even had a friend stick his cock up my ass. I can assure you that I'm anything but gay; however, I have done it with men and boys, and may even do it again sometime. I can assure you it's quite pleasant when done properly. And, Emily, I have just the girl for you."

"You ... do?"

"Yes, her name is Rosalie. And although you never mentioned being with another woman in your list of 'Wants' I believe it was implied."

"Implied, Master?" Emily gasped in surprise.

"Yes, it was certainly implied when you wrote that you would submit to me and further, that you wanted me to use you as I saw fit."

"Well, yes, I did say I would submit, but I meant submitting to you, Master, not to some woman. "

"What about using you as I see fit, Emily?"

"Um, I ... I didn't...."

"Well I see fit to watch you perform sexually with anyone I choose, and I choose Rosalie for tomorrow night. I suggest you ready yourself for the occasion. I shall fuck the both of you at some point, but be advised; I will not tolerate you refusing to couple with Rosalie. I expect the two of you to start without me. Be warned, Rosalie is a dominant, she is submissive to me, but she is to be obeyed by you at all times. Is that understood?"

"Yes, sir," I answered softly and received a generous kiss and a hard slap on my derriere.

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I didn't get much sleep that night, but the following morning after Klaus left I realized that I was paying more attention to my hair and makeup than usual; and instead of remaining nude as Klaus would have me do at all times while in his home, I carefully selected a black silk outfit from among those left out on the bedroom dresser for me to wear that evening. By five in the afternoon I realized that I was excited about what was to come and willfully masturbated in the bathtub, cumming twice before stepping out of the tub and drying off.

I was still tingling when the doorbell rang and I admitted Rosalie to Klaus's home. She was about my age, slightly taller than me, with dark brown hair and big breasts. I took her coat, flushing as her eyes raked over my body.

"I love your outfit," were her first words.

"Thank you, Klaus left it out for me to wear for this evening."

Rosalie extended her hand and lightly grazed my nipples which were poking out against the tight silk material. A strange tingle crossed my senses, almost like a spark from static electricity. Then as she released her fingers from my chest she whispered, "Your nipples are already hard, are you as excited as I am, Emily?"

Hearing her say my name sent another tingle directly to my clit. Now I was sure I was blushing profusely, but I couldn't bear to answer her.

I stood completely still when she leaned into me and kissed me on the mouth. I dropped her coat on the floor, unable to hold it.

"Shocked you did I?" she laughed.

"Umm, I didn't expect ...."

"No, I guess not. Klaus told me you've never been with a woman. Is that true?"

"Yes, of course it's true," I blurted, forgetting my station in the equation.

That earned me a slap across the face, I staggered backward and lost my balance and fell onto the couch.

"Watch that mouth, Emily!" Rosalie said sternly as she stood towering over me. 

My heart was hammering in my chest as I quietly apologized, "Yes, I'm sorry. I forgot myself for a second." Then to emphasize what I'd said, I repeated it, "I'm really sorry, Rosalie."

She laughed and said, "I accept your apology, now let's have another kiss, eh?"

I responded by kissing the corner of her mouth. It was warm and soft, and I could smell a faint hint of citrus and bourbon. Rosalie never said a word, but her eyes never left mine. 

I was overcome with emotion and desire. I'd been thinking about this all day -- how I'd react to her when she kissed me; when she began touching me -- and now I was kissing her. 

I was initiating the sex between us as I kissed her again; this time taking her face in my hands, not thinking of anything but the comfort of skin on skin. I kissed the corner of each eye, the tip of her nose, moved to her chin, and the corner of her jaw. And my hands were busy too, my thumbs traced over her stubby nubs under her blouse and bra, then caressed the formidable mounds of her breasts which had to be at least 38-D.

There was no sound, no objection from Rosalie. Somewhat confused, I pulled back ready to laugh the whole thing off as a stupid mistake.

And then her arms embraced me and her mouth sought mine. Our tongues touched and a fire blazed in my cunt. I began tracing her throat with my fingertips, brushing upward toward her ear, she shivered, and her hands gently rubbed over my very wet mound.

I groaned. At least I think I groaned when her tongue flickered playfully over my lips; first the lower and then the upper, before reentering my mouth.

I had to fight off a laugh: the first time I'd kissed a boy, I'd been desperately wondering where the noses went. Now I was wondering where all the breasts were supposed to go. 

I bent my head to Rosalie's slender neck and kissed it where her warm pulse beat; it was an open-mouthed kiss that left a moist trail on her skin. 

"Wait ... wait," she moaned, and quickly removed her shoes and dress, tossing and kicking them into the far corner of the room. Now she stood in front of me clad only in a lacy black bra and panties under a pair of pantyhose.

We kissed, more tentatively than before, as if to savor the kiss for our respective memory banks. I kissed her throat and turning my head, I found myself listening to her heartbeat; then with a raucous hyena-like cackle, I shook her right breast out of its bra cup and all but swallowed the fat nipple that beckoned to me like a flame to a moth.

Rosalie sucked in her breath, and we sank to the floor and holding tightly to one another, rolled around the floor like teenagers in a pillow fight without the pillows.

Only we did find some pillows on the couch and brought them down on the floor with us as we kissed and laughed as Rosalie climbed on top of me panting, "I got'cha ... I got'cha! Before wantonly licking the hollow of my throat and sending a pulsing thrill directly to my cunt.

A second later she squeezed my breast and when I reacted I found that it was only a ploy she was using to maneuver me into raising my legs slightly and allowing her to push them up to my shoulders. It wasn't a move that wrestlers make use of, but we weren't wrestling, only playing, and having put me at a slight disadvantage, Rosalie leaned in and kissed me passionately, and with our hands clasped, pulled me up with her when she rocked back to a sitting position. 

All this moving caused her other breast to fall from its confinement and I recall thinking, Oh, delicious, simply delicious, and I reached out for the closet breast with my right hand, rubbing that nipple into hardness while my other hand ran down her side, bumping over her ribs to her waist. Rosalie's hands, light as birds, rested on my head, tangling restlessly in my hair, and I realized that the only sound in the room was coming from me, as I sucked feveredly on Rosalie's hard nipple. 

"You like that?" She murmured.

"Oh, yes!" I hissed and moved to her other breast.

Moments later we were kissing again with Rosalie's hands roaming freely over my breasts, sending lightning bolts to my nether region. 

Klaus had been so right in putting us together, I was all too eager to sample the folds of Rosalie's cunt ... all too willing to have her sucking away at me.

And then her palm was rubbing on my mound and I almost came from the instant pleasure that rippled through me.

We kissed again; our tongues dueled frantically, until Rosalie suddenly broke away and deftly spun me around while plunging her fist between my legs.

I screamed out my delight, heard her cackling laugh and knew I would let her do anything she wanted with me.

But I was not accepting her actions docilely. Oh, no. I waited for the opportune moment and stuck quickly, launching an attack of my own that caught her off-guard and ended with me on top, knees astride her waist.

"OH!" she gasped in surprise.

I grabbed her breasts in my hands and tweaked her nipples. Rosalie screeched with pleasure. Reaching behind me and between my legs, I found her cunt and poked at it with two outstretched fingers. I felt her dampness through the panties and pantyhose she wore and felt a certain smugness at my having aroused her as she had me.

Then she either pushed me backward, or I fell back of my own accord. I don't remember which, but it left Rosalie free access to my cunt and she took full advantage, rubbing frantically at my pussy through the silky material I wore over it. The sensations were unbelievable. I took her foot in hand, brought it to my mouth -- I had this sudden urge to suck something, anything that was part of her. That turned out to be her panty-hosed encased toes.

"I love it!" she crowed and allowed me to suck on them for a short time, then she turned the tables on me, Drawing a finger from the cleavage between my breasts down to the small triangle of pubic hair I'd carved out just above my cunt.

It was my turn to shriek with delight.

Tugging my pajama bottoms down enough to reveal most of my twat to her, Rosalie sent four fingers clawing down my bared midriff as I swayed precariously above her as she dipped two fingers, (at least I think it was two) into my slick folds, and as I watched, brought them ever so slowly to her mouth and sucked my juice from them.

I groaned with want.

An entirely different set of 'wants' flashed through my mind.

I wanted to kiss her forever.

I wanted to suck her nipples.

I wanted to taste the salt in her navel.

I wanted to lick her toes, perhaps suck each one individually.

I wanted to kiss and lick the backs of her knees.

I wanted to go down on her and hear her scream, "I'm cumming! Repeatedly.

I wanted to lick her anus.

My list went on and on, and I realized that this list was longer than the one I'd sent to Klaus.

I started to laugh uncontrollably.

Rosalie slapped sharply me across the face then brought her mouth down to mine and we kissed, sucking one another's lips, licking noses, kissing eyelids and all the while her fingers prodded and probed at my vaginal entrance, not venturing more than a half inch inside, as if waiting permission to delve further.

Suddenly, she ordered me to stand up. 

I did, and Rosalie immediately clawed my pajama bottoms down with her panty-hosed toes.

A moment later I let out a soft hiss of air as her big toe entered my pussy.

My God, this was heavenly!

"Turn around, Emily!"

Wondering what she had in store for me next, I obliged her. Rosalie's arms went around my thighs a moment before she nuzzled my anus with her nose and then her mouth.

I shrieked with surprised joy at the strange sensation. I bent over to give her better access and felt her tongue plunge into my sopping pussy.

"Mmmm, you taste so sweet, Emily!"

I could only grunt in reply because she'd added her fingers along with her tongue.

I was on the verge of a huge orgasm, when Rosalie backed away leaving me hanging on the precipice of cumming, and shouted, "Hey, look who's here!"

I looked and saw a strange man standing on one foot as he shed his slacks only several feet from me.

"Do you know Raphael, Emily?"

"God!" I sputtered in embarrassment, trying to cover my exposed body. "What the fuck's going on, Rosalie?"

"Didn't Klaus tell you we're having a threesome?"

"No, he didn't mention anything about it. He just .... He said he would be coming over ...." There was no sense in going on, I was there, I was certainly ready for more sex, and with the first glimpse of Raphael's long, thin cock, I saw no reason not to have that baby pronging me for the remainder of the evening.

I did, however, distance myself from them, curling up on the couch as Rosalie helped him off with his shoes and took his cock in her mouth while he unbuttoned his shirt.

I wasn't sitting there long, for Rosalie waved me over and a second or two later I was on my knees next to her licking the base of his cock while she sucked away on his cockhead.

Between sucks, she told me to pay some attention to his balls. So I did. Moments later, Rosalie relinquished his cock to me and I took him into my mouth, reveling in the comingled taste of him and Rosalie's saliva.

"Suck it!" Rosalie laughed and forced me to take him much deeper than I'd wanted too. I was making "Gluck -- gluck" sounds when she allowed me to back off and finally to let him fall from my mouth as she replaced me in fellating him.

I was more than impressed with her skills in giving head as she took him deep. (I learned later that Raphael was eleven inches long, and that he was capable of sustaining his erection for very long periods before ejaculating.)

Taking him from her mouth, Rosalie brought me close and kissed me. Knowing his cock had just left her mouth made it a different kiss from those preceding it. Both our tongues were greedily absorbing all the available flavors within our mouths. I recall her tongue exploring my gums as if seeking out any available scrap or morsel of food adhering to my teeth or gums. I took pride in the fact that having carefully brushed my teeth before meeting with her that her search was without result. That is, unless that was what she wanted to find out.

As we ended the kisses, she took his cock and lightly slapped my lips and eyes with it while we both laughed like lunatics at our antics. Strangely enough, Raphael was completely silent for the most part, not saying word throughout this time.

During this time, my feet were angled between Raphael's and Rosalie knelt by my side. She fed his cock back into my mouth and when I took him deep without "glucking" she yelled, "Good girl!" pleasing me no end.

When she resumed sucking his cock, I nursed at her breasts, imagining that I was sucking her cock, or cocks, while fondling his testicles.

"You take his slimy cock, darling," Rosalie chirped and slapped me on the ass.

I shifted position, got on my knees and absorbed his length down my throat, pleased that I was capable of doing it without gagging. I was pleasantly surprised when Rosalie maneuvered herself under my backside and began eating my pussy.

I was panting with excitement even before she added two fingers, and almost choked on Raphael's cock before gaining a semblance of control.

Raphael pulled away from me and sat down on the couch. But I failed to realize he was still within reach of me since I was totally absorbed with Rosalie's cuntlapping and fingering skills. Raphael reached out and took hold of my hair and snapped my head back.

It hurt, but I made no sign that it did, thanks to my earlier training under Klaus. A moment later, Raphael was urging his middle finger into my ass. Now I made a kind of bleating sound of protest, but another yank on my hair quieted me and I suffered in silence as his finger made its way into the deeper recesses of my anus.

I remember moaning, "This is amazing!" as Rosalie brought me to the edge of another climax, only to be admonished by her when she took her mouth away from me to say, "Don't you dare cum!"

It took most of my willpower, but I managed to hold it off, even when Raphael began licking my anus. I came oh so close, but he slapped my ass so hard I was distracted, at least momentarily. But I was moaning non-stop and they knew I was going to explode soon. 

My entire body rippled as raised my as perceptibly off the floor so as to press against his heavenly mouth. He pulled back, keeping the pliable flesh firmly in his mouth and stretching it, bringing a sharp, but oh so pleasurable pain with his action.

Then in a swift motion, he folded his thumb deep into my well lubricated ass. To add to my dilemma, Rosalie's questing fingers found my G-spot and before I knew it, I was cumming and squirting into her mouth as she screamed with pleasure at having gotten me to squirt. And while I was cumming, Raphael continued tonguing my anus and then sent first one and then two fingers into my ass. I hardly felt the penetration as Rosalie was jamming at least four fingers into my cunt which was as wide open as it ever had been and probably wider, as I couldn't recall having anything that big in there before.

All this combined to make my mind-warping orgasm last an extremely long time.

I was still shuddering from the force of my release when there was a movement behind me. I realized that Rosalie had crawled alongside me, one hand buried in her pantyhose as she fingered herself. Raphael was now sitting on the edge of the couch and leaning his head back.

"I told you not to cum!" Rosalie screamed in my face.

"But you seemed to like that I squirted ... that you made me squirt."I said, frightened of the potential consequences of my having cum.

"Raphael, give her the treatment!" Rosalie snarled, while I cringed fearfully.

But when he leaned in and began to eat me out I became confused. What kind of punishment was this?

Each time his tongue passed over my labia there was just the slightest increase in pressure. It was tantalizingly beautiful. I would have thought only a woman could manage it, and yet here he was, just as skilled, or even more skilled than Rosalie. Admittedly, I had limited experience in cunnilingus, and yet I knew talent when I felt it -- especially down there.

And when his magnificent tongue reached the top of my vagina, he gave the little darling there just tiniest flick that caused me to see stars. Of course, foremost in mind was Rosalie's admonition not to cum; and I had all I could do to keep it from happening. 

I knew this was a test, and I concentrated on other things in order to control an impulse that was driving me over the edge despite my intentions to the contrary.

Several minutes passed, Raphael continued teasing me, flirting at my entrance and never darting inside my folds. I was dripping juices. Off to the side I heard Rosalie giggling at my obvious discomfort. 

And when Raphael blew gently on my vulva and then caught one fold with his teeth and pulled, I screamed out, begging them to let me cum!

"No, you fucking whore, you better not cum!" Rosalie's harsh voice echoed throughout the room, and she slapped me so hard I almost blacked out.

He was drawing my clit into his mouth as I regained my senses. Perhaps that's not an accurate description, for my senses were certainly both dulled from the force of Rosalie's blow, and yet highly acute from the sexual heights Raphael was bringing me toward. And now as he sucked upon my clit as I had sucked upon his penis, time stopped, or so it seemed.

Rosalie had her hand on my throat, slowly choking me. I shuddered. My body tensed. I was at the edge of my abyss, on the verge of a tumultuous orgasm and yet terrified of allowing it to happen. 

I recalled reading somewhere about people choking themselves to heighten their orgasms. Was this what she was doing?

It wasn't long until I found myself floating in a kind of no man's land as he continued his gentle sucking pressure, apparently waiting for the right moment to send me barreling into my much craved climax.

But he did not send me anywhere. He kept me there -- balancing me like a circus juggler ... keeping me just out of the reaches of the incredible pleasure I hungered for.

I couldn't move. I couldn't think. I couldn't breathe. I had already arched my body, contracting from his tantalizing mouth; unable to form the words that would allow me to beg for the release I so desperately craved.




I Am Number Eight Ch. 02



From a great distance I heard Rosalie almost chanting as she commanded me not to cum, and I began to cry. 

I felt helpless, abandoned, and yet I knew instinctively that the two of them could make me feel the greatest orgasm that anyone had ever experienced. If only they would relent and grant it to me. They were all powerful in my mind; greater than God Almighty; for He had certainly abandoned me to them.

.

It was at that point that I passed out.

Raphael had been waiting patiently for this to happen. Rosalie released her hold on my throat. As the first measures of oxygen flowed into my lungs, Raphael gave a powerful suck to my clit and then began to hum; causing a vibration that sent the most intense shock wave surging into my body. 

This caused me to gasp involuntarily, bringing unneeded air into lungs that were already full. Either they didn't care, or perhaps they didn't notice. 

Raphael was giggling as he twisted his thumb and the side of his hand around trying to force his whole hand into my cunt. 

I was aware of what he was doing, but helpless to prevent it. When his hand popped into my cunt, the top of his thumb came to rest directly on my G-spot and there was no holding back. I tried. I really tried, for I was afraid not to follow instructions, but there was no way on Earth that I could keep that orgasm at bay after what he was doing and I exploded. The breath I had been holding rushed from my lungs in a deep guttural groan. My abdominal muscles seemed to rip my insides apart and another, even louder primal scream roared from my throat.

A major contraction savaged me and I didn't care, for at the same time the incredible glow of my long awaited orgasm flowed over me, basking me in unbelievable rainbows, and puppy kisses and an impossible contentment that went on and on and on.

They left me alone, and my mind and body slowly reentered reality. I felt ... ethereal; I was awed by what had occurred, and as my mind began functioning, I realized I wanted nothing more form life than to repeat what had just occurred.

Raphael began moving his hand in and out, twisting it slightly as he fisted me. I had several more orgasms, or perhaps it was the same one, or even after-shocks. It didn't matter; I was aglow with the rapture of it all.

I had a weak smile on my face as he withdrew his fist from my gaping cunt and had me lick the slimy fluids from his fingers. Rosalie helped, laving the top of his hand while I cleansed his fingers. We began laughing inanely and couldn't stop ourselves. We fell on the floor and with legs and arms entangled, began rolling around giggling and panting until Rosalie whispered, "Let's rape him!"

Sensing what was coming, Raphael tensed up, but Rosalie fell on him and pinned him down. I helped, of course, and adding my weight to Rosalie's to keep him down.

I felt him shudder when Rosalie tongued his left nipple and I cupped his balls and brought my mouth to his penis. Moments later, we were both sucking on his lengthy cock, as he strove to find both of our pussies and finger them as a means of distracting us from dominating him.

Neither Rosalie nor I were averse to his fingering us; and we made ourselves more available to his questing fingers. I for one would have helped him shove his fist back inside me thinking of the intensity of the orgasm he'd released minutes earlier.

And so, as we shared his juicy cock, passing it from mouth to mouth, Raphael fingered each of us, flexing, pressing, massaging, and stroking our respective cunts and clits. Not to be outdone, we retaliated, stroking his penis or scrunching his ball sack, which in turn elicited another assault on our cunts by him.

It was a fun game, one that I hope to play again sometime.

But Raphael had one distinct advantage over us. He could control his orgasms. We apparently couldn't; at least not under his knowledgeable fingers.

There came a point at which he held our clits in a semi-pinching position, freezing us both. Raphael used this slight advantage to push his hand up and deeply inside each of us then clamped his fingers around our pubic bones. To complete his counter attack, he rubbed the heel of his hands back and forth stimulating each of our clits.

Both Rosalie and I came at the same time. Even as our orgasms reverberated through our bodies, Raphael was lifting us and depositing each of us on the couch and we were helpless to prevent him doing so, not that we really cared about dominating him anymore.

We lay there, satiated for the moment. Raphael brought us all a bottle of water, which I quickly swallowed, only to be handed another bottle. That one lasted a while before I finished it. 

I couldn't recall ever drinking that much water at one time, and soon felt my bladder react to my greedy thirst abatement.

"I have to pee," I said.

"Me too, Raphael added. And we walked into the bathroom.

I could hear Rosalie laughing back on the couch.

"Ladies first," Raphael said. 

I squatted on the toilet and released a stream of piss, only to be startled when Raphael loomed over me and let a stream of hot piss jet from his cock that landed directly on my clit, spattering from there all over the place.

"What the fuck!"

"Shut up, I'll make you cum this way!" he growled.

I sat there, looking down, watching the piss erupting from the tip of his penis; watching it cascade over my clit and I felt the warmth inside me grow, and as he finished, I was having a nice little cum for myself.

"Suck me dry,' he said softly.

I eagerly accepted him into my mouth, sucking hungrily, hoping to make him cum down my throat.

From the other room, Rosalie yelled, "Are you sucking his piss out of that dick yet?" And I felt the shame and humiliation of being so easily manipulated by the two of them.

I trudged back to the couch, and sat down alongside Rosalie wondering what would follow.

"Now you get to fuck him," Rosalie croaked happily, answering my unstated question. 

Raphael sat down, and jerked himself back to full size and told me to straddle him. I did and he had me insert his cock in my cunt.

As I slowly impaled my cunt on Raphael's lengthy cock, Rosalie reached up and peeled my silk top up enough to expose my tits. I groaned with satisfaction at being filled and then had to laugh mindlessly when she grabbed the base of his cock with her feet and pretended to jerk him off each time his length left my cunt.

"Feel good?" she cooed, and I could only haltingly pant, "Oh, yeah!"

As I continued to ride his magnificent cock, I was aroused even more by the sight of Rosalie lying on her back on the floor in front of me while she alternated between caressing her tits and fingering her cunt.

I moaned that I was going to cum.

"Don't you dare!" Rosalie screamed getting up, and in my face so fast that I lost the edge, although I knew it was still close at hand.

"You should make me feel good," Rosalie yelled.

"I will! I want you to cum too, Rosalie!" And to prove I meant it, I stood up, leaving Raphael's cock pulsing in the air behind me.

Rosalie presented her panty-hosed rear end to me and I nuzzle the gusset with my face as I thought about trying to chew my way through the pantyhose. But Rosalie saved me the trouble by shimmying out of them and tossing them to one side, leaving me free to lick either her cunt or her ass.

I began licking her spine from between her shoulder blades and worked my way down to her anus as she moaned with excitement. Raphael took hold of my hips, pulled me back just enough to reinsert his cock in me, which was certainly fine by me. I managed to maneuver Rosalie back so that I had access to her pussy and sent two busy fingers into her steaming pussy while driving my tongue into her asshole.

And when Rosalie couldn't stand it any longer and stood straight up, I left Raphael's cock and stood to embrace her. Our breasts were crushed against each other and we kissed. I thought she was going to eat me to the climax that was so close, but she pushed me away, saying, "No, get back on him!"

I obeyed, and was promptly rewarded when Raphael pulled me backward, fully impaling me while Rosalie took my left breast and alternated between sucking and chewing on the nipple, adding to the pleasure of my nearing orgasm. 

A moment later, with Raphael's cock ramming in and out of me like a runaway locomotive, Rosalie started rubbing my clit furiously, and brought me to the edge of a mind-boggling, cum and then stopped just before I exploded.

Before I could protest, she shoved me off Raphael and took my place, riding him hard while I watched his long cock impale her over and over and over until she screamed she was cumming and fell away from him and onto me.

I cradled her head and massaged her clit as she finished cumming, lost in the pleasure that would have been mine had she not intervened.

Eventually, Raphael had me remount him, this time facing him. I was doubly rewarded as he played and sucked my tits as he plowed away at my cunt while Rosalie moaned happily next to us.

I couldn't understand why Raphael didn't cum. I would learn later that he had taken something like Viagra, along with another pill that kept him from ejaculating for hours. After some minutes of fucking in this fashion, he turned me around so that I was facing away from him.

I thought I would miss his mouth on my nipples, until his fingers began tweaking them, pinching and pulling, bringing unbelievable pleasure with each touch of those magnificent fingers.

Rosalie, having come down from her blissful state, rewarded me by bringing her mouth and tongue to my clit as he plunged in and out of me. She had me panting and drooling in no time at all. I was doing most of the work with Raphael, and starting to tire. But with Rosalie eating me while he fucked me I knew I had a remarkable climax brewing, and rather than disrupt it as Rosalie had some others, I resolved to keep quiet until it was right there and unstoppable.

But perverse as she was, Rosalie anticipated my orgasm and pushed me off him and took him in her mouth, grunting pig-like as she sucked voraciously on his lengthy member. Occasionally, to keep me near my climax, she would rub his cockhead over my clit and labia, asking how it felt.

I came out of my sexual daze long enough to respond to a question she put to me. "Want him back in there?"

"OH, YES!" I grunted.

"Say please!"

"PLEASE! PLEASE! PLEASE!"

By the third "Please," his molten rod was jammed fully inside me, and Rosalie was leaning forward in front of me saying, "Lick my ass! C'mon, lick my ass!"

And squatting over Raphael's throbbing prick, I leaned in and thrust my fevered tongue against her anus and after spitting into her puckered hole, began licking away at her ass while she screamed with pleasure.

"Oh, yes, sweetie! Make 'em long hard licks, long hard licks!"

Hearing her praise, I abruptly reversed my feelings about what I was doing, and decided her ass was a delicious morsel; and using my thumbs, I pried her cheeks apart and sent my tongue into her anus.

Rosalie screamed her delight out; Raphael swatted me on my ass so hard that I jerked away. When Rosalie protested, he only laughed and pulled me back in order to play with my tits and get a different angle of penetration. I didn't mind, and apparently, neither did Rosalie who came up to kiss me while his lovely cock plundered my puss and her fingers tweaked my nipples.

Suddenly I was there and weakly bleated that I was going to cum again.

"How many times is that?" Rosalie asked so kindly that I thought a third person had entered the room.

"I ... I have ... no idea. Each one is more powerful than the one before it. My God, Rosalie, is it possible to die from an orgasm?"

"I don't know, but it would be a nice way to go, you think?"

"I guess it would. Are you two going to kill me this way? Is that what Klaus wants?"

She laughed and said, "No silly. He wants you to have a series of magnificent orgasms."

"Well, I'm having them," I panted.

Rosalie laughed again and then spread her ass cheeks, saying, "Time to suck my ass again, Emily. Still in the throes of my climax, I went at her ass in a frenzied fashion, wanting to make her cum as she had me.

Raphael's cock slipped out of my cunt.

"Don't stop fucking him!" Rosalie admonished sharply.

I readjusted my position and placed him back into me. I even began rubbing my clit as I sensed another cum closing in on me. 

Raphael increased the pace of his fucking. At one point I could swear I felt the tip of his dick nudging my tonsils.

Rosalie was sitting in front of me, her legs spayed, plunging at least four fingers in and out of her froth covered cunt. I so wanted to get between her legs and lap away at her, but Raphael had a good hold on my tits as he continued slamming his meat into my tired pussy.

Still fingering herself, Rosalie tendered her foot to me and I immediately began sucking on her biggest toe, moving to the others after paying sufficient tribute to each one. Just as I finished the first foot, she yanked it away and started rubbing my tits with both her feet.

At the same time, Raphael began hammering his long dong into me and I came so hard I lost his cock and I fell to the floor.

I was still cumming as the two of them scrambled to my side.

"I'm fine ... I'm fine. Please ... I'm cumming ... leave me be!"

Of course they didn't. He jammed a finger up my ass and I think that wrought another orgasm on top of the one I was having. Either that or he managed to prolong the one I was having. In any case, I loved him all the more for doing it.

Rosalie smothered my face with wet, sloppy kisses, as I asked, "Did he cum yet?"

"He'll cum when he's ready, and we'll share it equally," Rosalie giggled.

I was still trembling from the visages of my lovely cum, when Rosalie picked up her pantyhose and started tying it around my neck, eventually working them over my eyes, gagging my mouth and effectively blindfolding me and allowing her to choke me while Raphael resumed fucking me.

Rosalie climbed up on the couch and straddled my face, tormenting me by laughing as she rubbing her cunt against my pantyhose filled mouth. 

Moments later I found myself stretched out, one leg on the couch, one on the floor as Raphael remounted me in a kind of missionary style and Rosalie plucked and sucked on my nipples.

I could only groan into the cunt-juiced panties stuffed in my mouth as the sensations of their combined sexual assault continued unabated.

A sudden swipe of her hand and Rosalie plucked the pantyhose from my mouth and eyes, but she left it wrapped around my neck, and pulled it even tighter, causing me to choke from the pressure.

"Don't let her blackout," Raphael warned. It was one of the few times he'd uttered a word since we started to fuck. I realized that my ass was now hanging off the edge of the couch, that he was holding me in place with his hands on my hips as he pounded relentlessly into me.

"I ... I need ... some water!" I croaked weakly.

Rosalie quickly answered my plea and brought a paper cup half full of water to my lips. I swallowed it all with one gulp. She refilled the cup and I drank it all and lay my head back and closed my eyes.

When I opened my eyes they were kissing; and she was fondling his testicles and he was still fucking me. The man was incredible. He never stopped thrusting, slowing at times, going faster at others, but never stopping except on those rare occasions when he would slip out, or to reposition us in order to find a different angle of attack.

Rosalie ended the kiss and licked her way down his front until she wedged her face between my cunt and his cock and then somehow, I don't know exactly how, but somehow, she managed to reach my clit with her tongue.

I exploded. 

"She's squirting again!" Rosalie screamed exultingly.

"Am I?" 

"Yes, you are," she replied happily, as she squatted next to me on the couch and beckoned with her fingers for me to masturbate her.

Of course I responded by sending three wet fingers into her sodden swamp pit of a cunt while she cooed her pleasure. 

I think I must have passed out around that point. All that choking and fucking must have taken a toll and caused me to black out. I woke up with Rosalie's mouth on mine, giving me mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. That lasted until I flicked my tongue into her mouth. Rosalie gave a gleeful shriek and kissed me back.

In the middle of our lovely kisses I felt Raphael's cock returning to my cunt, and renewing his endless thrusting. I moaned, welcoming him back, and it seemed that I was cumming non-stop; not mind-boggling orgasms, but little ones that thrilled me to pieces all the same.

Suddenly he stopped.

"Huh?" I blurted, as the orgasmic edge floated away.

"Time to fuck you up the ass," Raphael chuckled.

"Okay," I said weakly. I was up for anything by this point.

Rosalie was laughing at my response and kissed me hard. We swapped spit while ironically; Raphael was leaving large glooms of saliva on my anal portal, ostensibly loosening me for his long cock.

Breaking the kiss, Rosalie giggled, better tell him what you want or he'll be fucking me again.

I believed her and nearly panicked. Would he really leave me to fuck her? Of course he would. He was a machine when it came to fucking. He'd fuck anyone and not even think about it. Well, maybe he would, but he certainly wasn't playing favorites with either of us.

So I began chanting: "Fuck my ass. Fuck my ass. Fuck my ass." 

He repositioned me so that I was sitting on the sofa. With my legs pulled up and my ass at the edge of the sofa and he stood facing me, holding his cock until Rosalie gently pried it from his fingers and brought him to the entrance of my ass.

"Ready -- set - go!" she chirped happily, and Raphael drove his dick into me without any pretext of foreplay. Even with all the previous anal play it hurt like a son-of-a-bitch, and I let them know it.

All they did was laugh at me. Raphael continued driving his lengthy cock in and out and Rosalie teased my clit.

It wasn't long before I was begging like the whore I was for, "More! More! More!"

I heard Rosalie make a comment about how his cock was all but turning my asshole inside out when he backed out of me. Of course on the in stroke he pushed everything back into place.

"Ohhh, shit yeah! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!"

Rosalie had three, possibly four fingers churning around my cunt and I wasn't on the edge anymore, I was flat out cumming non-stop.

Off in the distance I thought I heard Raphael grunt several times, and then he was pulling out of me.

Rosalie slapped my face as she told me he's cumming, open your mouth! We'll share his cum!"

I did. She later told me I looked like a baby bird opening up for a juicy worm.

I felt the heat of his sperm smack me just under my lower lip. Rosalie nudged me aside and apparently took his second line on the top of her tongue. Raphael shoved his cock into my mouth and I captured the next volley; Rosalie did the same, only she failed to relinquish him to me until he was drained, and shriveling.

I was crying at the loss of his once proud cock, but Rosalie cheered me up by kissing me and sharing the sperm she had in her mouth with me. We swapped saliva and cum for several delightful minutes and then she broke the kiss, leaving a long strand of saliva and cum between us.

"Open wide," she said with her mouth still open. I did and she let the whole glob dribble into my mouth and then said: "go on, swallow it all!"

"I did. Then I collapsed on the couch, with Rosalie joining me a second later.

We watched unmoving as Raphael dressed and left without saying goodbye.

"Is ... is he always like that?" I asked.




I Am Number Eight Ch. 02



"Mostly, but he had a reason for leaving."

Before I could ask what that might be, the door opened and Klaus walked in and began undressing.

"Perhaps you're wondering what I'm going to do to you," he said in a voice so husky I almost came.

"You ... you want me to guess, Master?"

"Yes, take a guess."

"You're going to make me scream with pain, Master, aren't you?"

"Perhaps, what else?"

"You're going to force me into the street, naked and have me suck the cock of the first black man to come along."

Klaus laughed heartedly at that, and then said, "Your imagination is improving, Emily. But no, for now I'm going to eat you; I'm going to suck that pussy till you come in my mouth. Rosalie will do the same with your ass, and we'll continue doing so until you turn into a pile of quivering female jelly, and when you do—when you simply can't stand it anymore, when you can't live another instant without my cock inside you—then I'm going to fuck you, Emily. I'm going to fuck you hard and deep like you've never been fucked before. Do you understand?"

"Oh, God!" I moaned, and standing on weak, quivering legs, I came.

Rosalie positioned me on all fours then took hold of my ankles and spread them apart, opening me to both of them.

I was aflame with lust, absolutely afire, as Klaus lowered himself under me and began fingering me with a nonchalant aplomb. He started with three fingers and quickly went to four on finding me so wet.

Rosalie squatted by my ass, and with Klaus's assent, began lapping away at my asshole. When she considered it wet enough, she sent her middle finger in. Of course my ass had been plundered sufficiently earlier so that she was able to insert four of her slim fingers in short order. I was being fingered fore and aft, as the Navy boys would say, and loving every ounce of the digital penetration. 

But I knew there was more to come -- Klaus had promised as much, and with her tongue surging in and out of my backdoor, Klaus sent his thick cock into my cunt and had the hormones gushing in my body and the muscles in my arms and shoulders were swollen and tight as I kept tensing from the vibrant sensations the two of them were wring out of me.

And then I was in the midst of a shuddering cum when Rosalie began timing the strokes of his member and lapping at my cunt the moment his cock, his magnificent cock almost left my cunt. 

I was a whimpering, simpering wreck form this mistreatment and I knew it.

Klaus was laughing as he started slapping my twat with his billy club of a cock while Rosalie licked the insides of my thighs and sent darting flicks of her tongue into my saturated pussy. She was also fingering herself and then held those fingers near my nose and her scent drove me over the wall and into a tumultuous cum that left me whimpering and sobbing how much I loved it and them in that order.

After that I was introduced to some rougher treatment. They placed my willing body on the dining room tables and tied several turns around each ankle. I watched listlessly as Rosalie secured her knots while her breasts heaved with excitement. Klaus turned me on my side and tied cuffs of rope around each wrist, then strung lengths of rope through each cuff and down through each ankle and pulled them snug so that my arms were drawn down and my ankles pulled up against my ass, forcing my knees open in an obscene, froglike position, leaving my cunt open and helpless.

I couldn't see much, my hair had fallen down in front of my face, and no matter how I twisted my neck or tossed my head it continued to obscure my view of what they were doing. 

"What are you doing, Master?"

"You've heard of hog-tying?" Klaus said as he tightened the ropes. "Well this is called frog-tying and it's one of those things I want to demonstrate to you. Of course, Rosalie will take pictures of it as we proceed."

Then, as Klaus fingered me to the point where my pussy was hungrily sucking back at his darling digits, I panted and posed for Rosalie as she took picture after picture while giggling inanely.

I have since learned that the heart of the BDSM experience is where the slave is reduced to that of a sexual beast, a creature of pure sensuality. I also discovered that I enjoyed being the center of their attention; that I was experiencing something primal, more basic than even love or affection, a kind of deep sexual polarity of male and female, blind and biological.

That is, until Klaus heated the long needle and pierced both my nipples and then after cleaning the same needle with alcohol did the same to my clit.

It hurt of course, but looking back it was the fact that I was helpless to do anything about it that I remember more than the pain, which was fleeting.

"Normally," I heard Klaus say, "I don't fuck with a woman's cunt after piercing the clit, but I'm making an exception in your case, Emily."

With that, he slapped me lightly on my clit and I screamed louder than I'd ever screamed before.

"Quiet, Emily. Learn to accept the pain," and he slapped me there again.

I think my entire body levitated off the table, at least it felt that way. I managed to keep the scream in my throat, but when Klaus repeated the slap, I nearly bit through my lip in order to keep from crying out and having him hit my tender clit again. 

"Our greedy little cum-whore's bleeding from the mouth; you think she bit her tongue?" Rosalie said calmly.

"No, it's her lip, look there, you see?" 

"Oh, yes, of course, you're right, Master.

"Would you like to cum from having that clit of yours spanked, Emily?" Klaus whispered into my ear.

"No ... please, no, Master!" I croaked.

"Well then, how do you feel about a good old fashioned ass fucking?" Klaus said with an obscene laugh.

Realizing that an anal penetration was vastly preferable to vagina at that point I told him I would like nothing better, and would he please take me anally.

It was then that he hoisted me off the table, having secured the rope to a hook in the ceiling and maneuvered me until I was hovering alongside the table.

Rosalie pried my knees apart and fingered my ass enough to stretch the anus until it gaped obscenely open in invitation to Klaus's member. I was already sufficiently primed, for an ass fucking, but she made certain Klaus would have no difficulty in entering me. 

In the deeper recesses of my mind I appreciated her effort on my behalf as I slowly spun in the network of ropes until Klaus held my thigh halting the spinning and positioned me for his anal entrance.

. 

I caught sight of Rosalie holding a video camera and my humiliation increase tenfold. The world would soon be watching me as he fucked my ass. Was this part of my list of wants? I no longer remembered what I'd asked for and what he was adding to the list. 

I squealed when he split my ass again, for somehow the penetration reverberated straight to my recently pierced clit and sent a bolt of pain from it throughout my body.

It didn't top Klaus one iota, as he held me in place and drove his penis deeper and deeper into my anal channel.

Then he flicked his fingers against the piercing in my clit again and I started screaming and found that I couldn't stop. It was horrifying to know there was nothing I could do to end it, and I kept screaming as he flicked his finger against it over and over until I passed out.

Rosalie splashed some water on my face and revived me.

I later found out that Klaus had done it because of my reaction to his clit flicking had me contract on his cock, imparting considerable pleasure to him. On hearing it I discovered that I derived pleasure myself from pleasing him so. But at the time I dreaded his every touch until released from my bindings. 

I can still hear his beguiling voice, "Come on, Emily, cum for me, let the juices drip from your cunt while I fuck this delectable ass of yours. Cum for me, em, or I'll start slapping your clit again. I want to see the juices running down your ass crack!" 

FLICK!

I was screaming again.

FLICK

He continued spanking my turgid little nub, increasing the velocity of each subsequent blow: SPLAT! WHAP! SMACK! 

My hands twisted desperately in the bonds, my stomach tightened convulsively and my breasts quaked as spasms of pain and gradually, oh so gradually began to mix with a strange pleasure and I began to cum for him as he wanted me too.

Somewhere in there, he began pulling on my hair, yanking some out by the roots. 

Off in the distance I heard him screaming at me: "Give it to me, bitch! Give it to me, you fucking slut!"

My ass clamped down on his rampaging cock and held it so tightly he couldn't move, and then I felt him spurting into me while he squeezed my tits as if they were handles. I felt myself go limp.

The room was devoid of all sound save the lewd squelching sounds of his cock and the sharp violent slap of loins against thighs echoing like pistol shots in the room.

"I'm cumming! I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" I croaked in a mindless mantra as my body swung freely after he'd withdrawn his cock from my yawning asshole. 

"Should I take her down, Master?" Rosalie inquired fearfully.

"No, let her swing for a while longer. But look at her ... she's dripping like a faucet from that cunt. I've never seen anything like it, have you?'

"No Master, I haven't."

"She's one of a kind, Emily is," he said to no one in particular.

"She is Master, one of a kind," Rosalie parroted.

"Come on Rose, we'll leave her like this and go out for a drink."

And just like that, they left me hanging hogtied as my muscles began to cramp.

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Several hours passed. I had screamed, whined and cried until my tear ducts were dry, but no one heeded my sounds of anguish and pain until they returned and loosened my bonds and allowed me to stretch out.

I cursed them both while they laughed drunkenly at me, and then I fell into a merciful stupor from which I garnered some needed sleep.

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When I woke up it was nearly six in the evening. Several minutes later, Rosalie strolled in and asked me how I was.

"I'm okay ... I think."

"How're the piercings? Klaus was kinda rough on that clit of yours last night."

I had to touch it and winced in pain. "It hurts, but otherwise I seem to be all right."

"Ready for more sex later?"

"I guess, but you know, I should make a couple phone calls. People will be concerned about my disappearance."

"Let's see what Klaus has to say about it," she said, not meeting my eyes.

Rosalie and I played a game of Scrabble while waiting for Klaus to return. He had no problem with me making some calls; in fact he thought it important that I do so. 

I texted my job and told them I had to leave town on a family emergency, and that I'd probably be gone for a week or more.

My boss texted back a minute later, telling me to take two weeks and to call if I needed more time. I was touched by his concern and generosity inasmuch as I had several important projects hanging. 

Following that, I made arrangements with my bank to forward that month's rent to my landlord, ending all but one pending problem. The last was a phone call to my parents, who expected me to come by that weekend. I begged off, telling them I was flying to Denver to comfort a close friend who had broken her leg skiing. 

"That it?" Klaus said blandly.

"Yes, Master, thank you for allowing me to clear those matters up. I didn't see any need to raise concerns about my whereabouts this weekend. It's probably nothing, but someone might have become alarmed at my absence and call the authorities."

He ignored my thanks and asked, "Are you my whore?" 

The symbolism of his words turned me on. I quickly admitted that I was, "I am your whore, I am more than your whore, I belong to you and you alone," I said softly.

I happened to be sitting cross-legged. At the time I was wearing only a pair of panties.

Klaus joined me on the bed and spread himself on the mattress. His fingers started at my shin and climbed to my crotch. The front panel of the thong underwear was a fine black mesh. He teased the lips of my labia through the cloth. My moisture created bubbles in the filmy web of the fabric.

Rosalie was nowhere to be seen. Klaus motioned for me to take his cock out and my fingers quickly loosened his belt and the top button of his jeans. Taking the blue flap of denim in my teeth, I hurriedly unzipped the fly and nuzzled the swelling in his striped boxers. His erection left a dark shadow in the white cloth. I breathed upon his cock and pressed my lips over it until the cotton darkened with my moist breath. 

"Nice going," he said in a husky voice that only made me wetter because it was a rare compliment from him.

My senses were heightened as I absorbed the delectable odor of his maleness. Hurriedly, I freed his tumescent cock and licked the musky flesh. I was humming happily again, much as I had the day before with Rosalie and Raphael.

I used the heel of my palm to flatten his testicles as he eased his boxers off. I sniffed his cockhead, and then after softening my lips I licked his balls. Precum had already beaded at the slit and I needed no urging to tell me to kiss away the tears of the Cyclops and then suck, lick and nibble on its head. Klaus was kind enough to allow me the privilege of fellating him for a while. 

I sat up when his hand started to pull at my hair. He brought me over his lap and tugged on my ankles until the legs extended over him. His fingers feathered over my recently pierced clit, even so, I shuddered at the touch.

"You're very wet today, Emily," he whispered before sucking on the fingers that had just penetrated my cunt. Then he pulled my skimpy thong to the side and applied his tongue to the flow at my delta. I hunched my body over him, lowering my pussy across his open mouth, rubbing against his jaw, reaching again for his cock in the process. 

I came to understand that I was not at ease unless his cock was nearby. Much later I would ask myself if it was only the lust filled attention that I craved, or was it something more.

I glanced around, Rosalie was still missing. I peeled my thong down and kicked it off to one side of the bed and begged him to fuck me. And yes, I used exactly those words.

To my surprise he extracted a condom from the table stand next to the bed and put it on. Supporting myself on forearms and knees, I arched over his torso, and Klaus, left hand on my upper back, right hand on the rising curve of my ass, steadied me while I hovered over his throbbing penis. Did I dare lower myself onto him and subject my recently pierced clit to the repeated thrusts of his stallion-like shaft?

I would, and I did. Laughing at my dilemma, Klaus pulled me down by the waist and sent his heavenly prick into me. With him lodged within, I spun my hips in a small circle, dragging my clit against his groin, and mixed pleasure with the pain from the recent piercing and the increased pressures I brought to bear on it as his blood-filled meat found the center of my lust.

Did he stop to ask if it hurt, or if I wanted to continue? No, but for me the sensations were too intense, too exquisitely painful, and in short order he was thrusting into me and I was humping back up at him; moaning, whispering and whimpering all at the same time along the way to my orgasm, or should I say, orgasms.

Klaus was unable to prolong his assault upon my body. I felt him tense and then his cock convulsed as he filled the condom while gasping for air.

A moment later he removed the condom and handed it to me, and not certain as to what he expected me to do with it; I brought it to my mouth and let his warm seed trickle down my throat.

I was never happier.