0 comments/ 30376 views/ 6 favorites Kitten's Submission Ch. 01 By: Dirty Kitten Dear Reader, The story you are about to indulge in was something that I co-wrote a few years ago with a fellow member of a bulletin board. Our screen names were Kitten and Lurker. Recently, I received a request for a bondage story and went through Lit searching for this one. To my surprise, although I had consented to the posting, I was unable to find it. Therefor, I am sharing it now. Out of respect for my fellow author, not one word has been changed from the original story. Enjoy. ~Dirty Kitten ************************ Kitten slowly approaches the door and peers inside. Sensing something is up, but not quite sure what it might be; she creeps ever so slowly inside and looks around. The many dark nooks and crannies sparking her curiosity and giving her wandering desires to investigate a quick and immediate rise. However, a small noise catches her attention, her ears twitch slightly, and she softly murmurs, "Meow?" The room is quite dark and eerily quiet, although the tremendous anticipation is far too much for Lurker, who nervously and hopefully quietly, clears his throat. Oh shit, did her ears just twitch? Did she actually hear that? Lurker continues to watch a now very suspicious Kitten as she lithely but cautiously steps further into the room. Backlit against the open door, her image is no less than stunning. Some sort of high heels, although it is still to dark to be sure, yield to a pair of shapely yet strong legs. The kind of legs you would die for! Her skintight leather pants accentuate the sexy curves of her hips. Oh, to be able to see that ass right now! A tight white sleeveless t-shirt seems to glow in the dark room. A glimpse of a near perfect navel on a tight, flat stomach teases the eye as her shirt moves up and down with her ever so cautious movements. Her breathing, ever so nervous and labored, causes her breasts to rise and fall against the taught shirt. Two erect nipples betray Kitten's caution as they advertise their level of excitement. As Lurker regains his composure, he tries to imagine how good that shapely, smooth neck is going to look when adorned with a leather collar. Now he can only hope that Kitten's curiosity proves to be her downfall. An inquisitive yet uncertain 'meow' breaks the silence. Kitten walks further inside, sensing that there's something up and yet unable to put her finger on exactly what it might be. Suddenly, a movement catches her eye, but it disappears quickly. It looked like something metal dangling from the wall, which caught the sun for just a moment in its reflection. Curious, she wandered over for a closer look. Having reached the wall, and the object of her interest, which appeared to be a shackle of some sort, she reached out to touch it, fascinated by the smooth metal. That's when she saw him standing in the corner, looking like a lion awaiting his prey. None of his features were clearly visible, except for the determined glint in his eye... and that glint made her body tremble with fear and an odd sense of excitement. Her first reaction was to get away though... so she started running. Kitten's brain said, "Run", but before her body could fully react, the heavy door slammed shut. The trap was sprung! Almost simultaneously, she felt the firm grip of a large, leather clad hand encircle the wrist of her still outstretched hand. Lurker's heart began to race as he felt Kitten's surprisingly strong body begin a futile attempt to wrest itself from the firm grasp he had on her arm. As she turned to face him, he felt the stinging sensation of the long red nails of her free hand scratching across his powerful bare chest. Chuckling to himself and remembering that old expression about catching a tiger by the tail, he thought, "Hmmm, this one has a strong will. This should prove interesting." The burning of the claw marks across his chest brought him back to the reality of the situation- that he now held a veritable wildcat by the arm. Thinking that he needed to soothe this savage beast that had been unleashed before him, he began to speak. "My, my, my, what have we here? Looks like the kitten's curiosity might have gotten the best of her this time." "Relax, my little beauty", he said as he stared into her eyes, eyes that seemed to be a virtual window into the inferno of her inner self. As the struggle continued, Lurker was somehow able to restrain the arm in his grasp with the cold metal shackle, the very one that had only minutes before piqued Kitten's interest and set this drama into motion. Momentarily retreating to regain his composure, Lurker took a moment to light some candles and began to assess his 'visitor'. As Kitten struggled against the cold steel of the shackle, Lurker was impressed by the muscle tone in her supple body. Kitten's exposed arms and face began to glisten in the flickering candlelight, no doubt due to a heavy sweat brought on by her struggle and the adrenaline that it was causing to pump through her veins. Kitten's previously erect nipples had now reached a new level of excitement, pressing up against the thin fabric of her now sweat soaked cotton tee shirt. While there had been many in this very position before her, this time somehow seemed different. A smile started to appear on Lurker's face. As Kitten's eyes began to adjust to the dim light of the distant candles, she too began to assess her predicament. She struggled against the restraint, attempting anything to get free- from jerking on the shackle to sliding her hand through the opening. Nothing worked. Her heartbeat was racing and she could feel the adrenaline surging through her body, making every nerve ending alive. Breaths coming faster and faster until they were coming in short, panicky gasps. Tears were welling in her eyes, and she knew fear was clearly showing on her face. She hated that. She hated fear. It only served to make her captor think that he had won a prize or that he was in control- and that she could never give. She would never give in. She watched as he lit candles, and as he turned to assess her she once again regained control over her bearing. Her fingers hurt from the scratch marks she left on his bare chest, and she could feel his skin under her nails. At this, her lips twitched with a self-satisfied smirk knowing that it must have stung like fury, if only momentarily. Then, setting her mouth with a steely determination and bringing her body to its full height, she squared her shoulders back, confident. Eyes cold and fixated on his every movement. Silently watching, and doing some assessing of her own. He looked like he was ready for a long day. Comfortable, determined, yet relaxed. She could tell from his manner that he thought he had hours, if not days, to feed his hunger. A hunger she could only guess at. A hunger that made her body course once again with a tremendous amount of fear... and something that felt oddly like excitement. Her nipples were hardened peaks beneath her t-shirt, and she could feel the beginning tingling of something moist between her thighs. It was with that last realization that her body began to tremble and she knew she was in trouble. In more ways than one. Her eyes took the briefest of moments to dart around the large expanse of black, praying that there might be someone, or something, waiting, watching in the shadows to help her. Her body shaking, green eyes riveted back to his when she heard the first of his footsteps start to approach. Lurker carefully studied the situation unfolding before him. The image of this beautiful woman caused his heart to pound, his mind to race and had unleashed a rage of hormones throughout his body, the effects of which were evidenced by an ever-growing bulge in the crotch of his pants. He wanted this, in a bad way. He began to take a few steps towards her. Something caused him to pause, an inconsistency in her actions. Somehow, this time really was different. Lurker's mind was a raging turmoil. He had to get himself composed. His worst fear was to display any outward sign of weakness or doubt. Clearly, she was his for the taking, but that was not Lurker's game. He had long passed the point where any type of forced physical encounters interested him. His was not about taking control; rather his was about setting the stage in such a way that control was given to him. Wanting his pause to seem intentional, he changed direction slightly and proceeded to a large rack of electronic equipment. He powered on the system and returned to his previous position. As 'Puddle of Mudd' rang out in the background, Lurker resumed his studies. Kitten's face displayed a mixture of terror and rage, but her body betrayed her. Her sweat soaked shirt, now nearly transparent, gave him a perfect view of two very full breasts, topped by a pair of thick, erect and very obviously excited nipples. Her hips moved in a way that suggested anticipation deep within her womanhood, a natural response to the wetness and heat that he could only imagine was building inside. Yes, Kitten's body confirmed Lurker's suspicions. He approached her, this time with confidence and authority in his step. He had to remember to control his breathing, to avoid the natural tendency to fall into rhythm with her irregular, gasping efforts. Starting to speak as the gap between their bodies narrowed, "There, there, it's okay my sweet little kitten. It's time to relax and go with the flow. You might not be willing to admit it, but listen to your body. You know that you want this to happen." As the last words faded into the music, Lurker's powerful right hand surged forward and seized Kitten's still free left hand. Pushing the arm over her head and against the wall, he pressed his body against hers. He could now feel her every breath against his neck. In a raspy voice, he said, "You want this as bad as I do, you're just not yet willing to admit it." Without warning, Kitten's right leg moved quickly. Instantly, the instep of Lurker's left foot began to burn. He realized that she had stomped on him with the long, spikish heel of her boot. Clenching his teeth in a desperate attempt to quell his emotions and pain, Lurker secured the wrist squirming in his grasp to the wall-mounted shackle. Laughing to disguise his pain, he commented on her spirit. "Resist all you want, for now. Soon you'll come to the reality that destiny led us both to this moment." He turned his back to her and went to a rack on the other side the dark room. As he returned, Kitten could see that he held a long, slender bar. A look of fear came over her face anew. Coming closer into view, it was an object totally unfamiliar to her. A long metal bar, about three feet long, with what appeared to be stout leather cuff on each end. She would soon learn that this was a spreader bar. Aware now of the danger represented by Kitten's as yet restrained feet, Lurker slid his hand down her lithe, toned right thigh, over a delicate knee, slowly over a shapely yet muscular calf, stopping only when he had a bear trap grip on her ankle. Her flailing was to no avail; her ankle was captive in his strong grip. Soon, the cuff of the spreader bar was strapped tightly around her ankle. Temporarily ignoring her actions and words, for fear of losing his concentration, he quickly moved to her remaining free ankle. After a brief struggle, it too was under his control. As a final step, a short chain was attached between each end of the bar and two stout hooks in the floor. As Lurker stepped back to admire a now fully restrained Kitten, he was equally pleased to see a different expression starting to appear on her face. The fight had gone out of her. Her last desperate attempt at freedom had failed, and had gotten her fully restrained as a result of her efforts. Or was that his plan all along? She wasn't sure. What she was sure about was that the fear was slowly fading, slowly being replaced by something deeper, more powerful, and more demonic. Lust. Pure lust- and it was taking her over. She should have known it would happen, this thing, this transformation. A part of her she rarely let out, usually kept buried and hidden. She was always afraid that if she let it out, it would gain control of her fully, forever, and she'd walk the earth dominating and controlling the circumstances surrounding her. But not this time. This time there was no fear, she would control him. He just didn't know it yet. As the music filled the air, she had felt it begin, the lust grabbing hold of her spirit, but she had still fought. A part of Kitten still in her, not willing to give in. Still controlled by fear. But as the spreader bar went on, and her legs were forced apart, the floodgates opened, and her panties were soaked, a rush of wet exiting her body. It did her in. She was more than ready... she was panting. Wanting. Fear left her, Kitten left her, and she let lust take her over. Her body started vibrating as she watched him walk away from her. Her eyes darkening, her every nerve alive, not with fear this time, but with a demented hunger that she would feed. It felt like 1000 volts of electricity were coursing through her, and she knew without a doubt that some of that energy needed to be let out. The only way to let it out was to push him past the point of his control, and make him come to her. To take her. She needed that. So she kept watching, waiting for any sign of weakness to prey on. His body was covered with a sheen of sweat, she noticed. It was hard, rigid, controlled. Was it her imagination, or was he having trouble controlling his breathing? No. Not her imagination. Nor was the thick bulge in his pants. He wanted her, she knew, and that's where she found her power- and his weakness. Taking advantage of his barely restrained want of her, she whispered, "I know you want me. I can tell." An evil smile curved the corners of her lips as she watched his shoulders stiffen. His eyes dark. "I'm right here. What are you waiting for? Come take me... I'm so wet for you. So hot. I need you. Look at me. Look at my eyes- they're not lying." Eyes were the windows into the soul. She knew that if he looked deep enough he'd see the lust inside of her, and it would push him even further past his bearing. It would make him want her more than he did. And she wanted that. She needed him to lose control. One final action to push her completely over the edge... Capturing his eyes and holding them locked with hers, she let him know how much she wanted him- and it was enough to push him just past reason. Just a bit past his control. Lurker wasn't sure what was going on. He had believed that he had control over her just moments before, but now he wasn't sure. There was something different about her reactions to what was happening. Something erotic, sexy... hungry. He wanted her. His body, his cock now fully hard, was sweating, attempting to push him past his sanity. He needed to touch her. When she spoke, telling him to look into her eyes, he gave into his desires. Rushing forward, he slammed his mouth over hers and devoured it in a hot, tumultuous kiss. His tongue playing a dancing game with hers, tasting her sweetness- tasting lust. He felt as through he was being drugged. As though he had no power over his own body. He was losing command of it, giving into his desires. That wasn't like him, and yet he was unable to stop himself. Lifting his mouth off of hers and moving down to her neck, he heard her whisper again. "I'm so HOT. Help me." Standing back, just enough to grab the end of her t-shirt, he let out a growl and ripped the t-shirt down the middle, exposing her breasts. Her nipples protruding, begging for attention. Leaning in, he placed his mouth over one and sucked hard. Kitten threw her head back and rested it against the wall, enjoying the feel of Lurker sucking at her breast. This was enough, she thought. And she let some of the electricity flow from her veins and gave into the heat that was consuming her body. In a blinding volcanic eruption, in an act of pure lust and enjoyment, she came. Shattering and shaking beneath his mouth. It left her gasping. Lurker lifted his mouth from her breast, shocked by what had just happened. His very core trembling. He needed to get himself under control! He needed space. Jerking away from her, he went over to the table, putting his fists on top and closing his eyes. Her voice taunting him. "You may think you are in control. You may think you can dominate me. But what you don't know... is that you've met your match." Kitten's Submission Ch. 02 This had not been part of his plans. As a confused, frustrated man tried to gather his wits about him, Lurker knew that he had given in to simple animal lust. Not that there was anything wrong with that, under the right circumstances, but now was not the time and place. Lurker rose from his seat. Kitten watched as the expression melted from his face. The sight was as much fearsome as it was arousing. Briefly turning his back to her, he seemed to be rummaging through a drawer. When he turned to approach her once again, she could see that he was holding several items in his hands and he was again displaying that self-confident air about him. Upon reaching Kitten, he grabbed a big handful of her long brown hair and used it to pull her head back against the wall, in a position where she had no choice but to make eye contact with him. In a sharp, raspy voice and a steely determination in his eyes, he growled, "That's not quite how we play the game around here. You've been bad, and now there's a price to pay." With that said, he held up the objects in his hand. One appeared to be a large leather animal collar, very stark, strong and business like in appearance. Another was clearly some type of blindfold. The third item was nothing Kitten had ever seen before. It appeared to be another type of collar, but it looked as though it had a leather ball attached to it. All too soon, she would discover its purpose. "As much as you might be scared to admit it, you are mine now!" Lurker's words echoed in her head, although she had now doubts about their meaning. She felt his powerful hands encircle her neck, but oddly felt comforted rather than threatened by their presence. As he removed his hands, she realized that he had fastened the leather collar around her neck. "Let this collar serve as a reminder of who's in charge here." Hearing the words caused Kitten to swallow hard. Once again Lurker had grabbed her by the hair, this time forcing his mouth upon hers, his tongue invading her mouth. Just as quickly, he pulled away and left her with a gaping, hungry mouth. Before she could react, Kitten's mouth filled with the strong, distinct taste of leather. A strap was fastened behind her head. She tried to talk, to yell, to scream, but it was to no avail, nothing but a stifled mumble could escape her gagged mouth. In an act that was likely to blow what was left of her sanity, Kitten's vision went black, as her eyes, one of her few remaining sources of power, were covered with a stout blindfold lined with sheepskin. He stepped back ever so slightly to examine his work. Kitten, thinking about the intensity of this latest development, felt a chill come over her. This was clearly not fear that was overtaking her. No, this was something much worse. This was unbridled lust and anticipation. Although she could no longer see the powerful man before her, his image was burned into her mind. The very thought of him caused a new flood of wetness between her thighs. She wasn't sure if it had been minutes or hours, but he spoke again, "Now, this looks a little more appropriate. You'll stay this way until I feel that you're ready for something else." Once again he grabbed her hair and she imagined by the heat of his breath that his face was dangerously close to her own, although she couldn't be sure. The raspy voice resumed its animalistic growl, "You know what I'm after. It's something I can't take by force. My prize is your complete submission, given willingly. I want you to beg me to take control!. You might not think that you're capable of this, but I know differently. You'll give it to me, it's only a matter of time and that's something I've got plenty of." "Until that time", he began again, "there are a few rules around here and you will learn them. First and foremost, orgasm is an ultimate destination, a reward for good behavior, for pleasing your master. You will have them when I say it's okay to have them and no other time, regardless. You will speak only when spoken to and you will only address the question at hand. You will eventually refer to me as Master. That is when I will know that your training is complete." With that said, Lurker released his grip on her hair, hair that had now taken on a wild look all of its own. She could feel him move away. He returned to his seat at the table, much more pleased with the situation than the last time that he was seated there. As he watched the rivers of hot sweat course down her body and watched the raw energy cause her muscles to twitch, he wondered about the thoughts that must be racing through her mind. Kit had expected the blindfold, had even expected the collar, but the gag was something that had never entered her mind. She'd never even considered it. Now however, having been faced with a further obstacle, she felt something take hold of her, deep and powerful, and strong. Anger. It didn't last long though, only a few short seconds- just long enough to make her rebellious spirit cry out. Just long enough for her body to gather its strength and rein in the adrenaline coursing through her and turn it into resolve. Just long enough for her to know that, without a doubt, she had already won control of him. Any man that had to take away so much, in order to keep control over himself had already lost. She started laughing... the gag muffling her voice, her body twitching against the wall, but she knew he heard and saw her. Knew too that he'd misinterpret that sound to be terror, or fear, edging its way into her system threatening to take over. That's what she wanted. She wanted him to believe he had the upper hand, because in the end, the only person crying out, begging for anything... would be him. Born of strength brought on by years of experiences he could know nothing about, Kit relaxed her body and prepared her mind. Listening and waiting, she sagged against the wall preparing for a long day, working to control her body's reactions, working to control the lust. Over her own body she had ultimate control. And through her mind, taunting and whispering, the words kept coming... "Bring it on... I'm ready for you... I will call no man My Master..." And her laughter continued, edging just past the point of what some people would consider sane. As Lurker watched, a strange change seemed to overtake this beautiful creature before him, a change he was not sure was for the better. What started out as a mental challenge, another notch on his belt, had somehow turned into something much, much more than that. As one who was used to being in control, he was reaching the realization that he was not, not this time. Deep inside his mind, something pushed the panic button. His thoughts were a confused mix of sorrow, failure, excitement, attraction and most of all confusion. Clearly, this woman had him under her control. He knew it. Worse yet, she knew it. Confused as to what his next move should be, Lurker sat and stared. If Kitten had been able to see his face, she would have noticed that his confused emotional state had caused something resembling small tears to well up in the corner of his eyes. Just how was it possible that this woman had affected him so profoundly? What would Lurker do? As Lurker regained control of his own mind, the very control that he had unwittingly surrendered to the women he so intently stared at and so intensely wanted, he had lost all concept of time. It could have been minutes or hours, he knew not which. That didn't matter now. All that mattered is that he was back in control of his own mind and the big picture was coming into focus, a little clearer with each cleansing breath. Assessing his situation, one that continued to present a new, unexpected challenge at every turn, he had two priorities in mind. First, he had to make sure that he would never repeat the episode just ended. He had to maintain a clear mind. Secondly, and possibly more importantly, he had to convince Kitten that giving control to someone else did not have to be a bad thing, so long as it was the right person that she surrendered to. Lurker knew that he would never hurt this extraordinary creature, not intentionally so, anyway. His goal was to allow her a scenario wherein she surrendered control to him, therefor allowing her to experience pleasures that she would otherwise never allow herself to experience. It was a world of intense emotions and sensational highs, with a time for tenderness and compassion when all was over and done. The very thought of it can be terrifying to most people, but those who experience it appreciate the new level that it has taken them to. In her current state of sensory deprivation, Kitten's remaining senses seemed somehow sharper. Her head cocked from side to side as she listened for signs of movement. Her glistening skin tingled in anticipation. What would his next move be? She felt his presence, she knew he was close, but she could not figure out his next move. Suddenly, a drop of ice cold water broke the tension and found its mark on her right breast. Kitten lurched, only to be held back by the restraints. Time seemed to stand still as the droplet rolled down along her tender flesh, stopping at her nipple. For what seemed an eternity, the droplet hung off the end of the hardening nipple. Without warning, another. And another. Before long, it seemed as though it was raining ice water, but only on the right side of her chest. Then, just as suddenly as it started, it was finished. The last of the melted ice cube had run out of Lurker's grip. Although she could not see it, she could feel it and Kitten could never remember her nipple being that big, that erect, that alive. Lurker was tempted to grasp it in between his fore finger and thumb. He went so far as reaching for it, only to pull back. Kitten, sensing his movement, instinctively tensed up. As a parting gesture, a long, hot tongue appeared between his lips. He ever so delicately applied its heat to her frozen nip. She bit down hard on the gag and let out with a muffled squeal. In the moment that it took to react, he stepped back, leaving her to tremble in anticipation of his next action. She could sense him across the room and thought that she was safe to relax, even if just for a brief moment. Lurker was anticipating this very move on her part. He extended a long bamboo cane in her direction. To it's end was lashed an assortment of large feathers. Sensing that nothing was imminent, 10,000 volts of electricity surged through Kitten's body as the feathers started a dance across her bare flesh. She wasn't quite sure just what, and more importantly, who was causing this latest sensation. Such a contrast from the stark reality of the cold water, the tickling sensation was too much for her to handle. Although the gag hid her mouth from view, Lurker believed that she was actually smiling. After making several rounds of her exposed erogenous zones, the room grew still yet again. He was approaching her yet again, this much she was certain of. She was right. Just what he was up to was the question. With tongue outstretched, he started a long, wet lick, one that extended from the delicate creases of her right wrist all the way to the soft, sensitive area under her right arm. For him, it was a wonderful bouquet of taste and texture, beginning at her demure, lightly perfumed wrist and its smooth yet somehow tough skin, the salty taste of her sweat as he traced his way along her arm, the firm, shapely contour of her muscles to the wonderful softness and musky scent of her fully exposed underarm. At the same time, he traced a similar path along her other arm, although this was not with his warm tongue. Instead, Kitten's left arm was treated to a large chunk of ice. The combination was nearly too much, as she let out a long moan, surprisingly clear in spite of the gag. With virtually no pause in between, Lurker spied his next target- a near perfect breast, heaving up and down under labored breathing. His tongue found the tingly spot underneath the soft mound of flesh. Kitten tensed and gasped. Lurker's salivary glands went into overdrive as he moved in a spiral pattern around her excited tit, moving ever closer to the sensory trigger found at its peak. As his tongue crossed her areola, she exhaled hard and started to squirm. The appearance and texture of her areola began to change, taking on a rubbery texture and a deeply wrinkled appearance. The chains that held her wrists grew taught as Kitten relaxed her body and sank slightly, her weight being supported from above. The vision was clear in her mind and she liked what she saw. Just as she anticipated the feel of his warm lips and tongue on the rock hard flesh of her nipple, she was instead surprised to feel the clench of his teeth, biting down on the tender nub. It was a strange sensation, and her reaction surprised her. She would have expected to feel some sort of pain, but there was nothing even remotely like that. She felt a sensation of heat and an intensity the like of which had previously escaped her, as though every nerve ending in her breast was firing a message into the pleasure zone of her brain, all at once. As he relaxed his jaw, normal blood flow returned to her nipple, like water flowing through a newly opened floodgate and with it, brought yet another intense and oddly pleasurable sensation with it. A wet warmth spread through the nether regions of her womanhood, adding to the turmoil in her head. It was as though Kitten's body was reacting independently from her mind. Deep inside her head, Dirty Kitten wretched in disgust. How could her body betray her in this way? How could this experience, previously the subject of some of her worst, most disturbing nightmares, be causing her body to become so aroused? Yet reality showed it to be true. As much as she would like to steel herself against his advances and not give him the satisfaction of seeing her actually enjoy the sensations and responses he was eliciting in her, somehow she could not help it. Lurker crossed the room. From a cabinet on the wall, he removed a low glass. He filled it half way with a honey colored liquid from a crystal decanter. He placed the glass upon the table, took his seat and smiled as he let the single barrel bourbon slide down his throat. "Dear God", she thought. "It was a damn good thing she still had her pants on." If she hadn't, she figured there'd be a pool of her pussy juice gathering on the floor giving further proof to her body's betrayal. She couldn't seem to help it, her reaction. She should have been ticked at her the fact that her body was responding to his attentions, but she didn't seem to be. What she seemed to be doing was losing her sanity! Cartman's voice echoed through her head as she lectured her body into a safe distance. "You're not respecin' my authoritay!" Course, this made her laugh, which again weakened her defenses. She was shivering. Trembling. Cold. Her body begging for the heat of his mouth to return to her and warm her up- and yet at the same time, she was hot. So hot, so wet... God, she was soaked, and there were areas of her body begging to be touched. Swelling and expanding. Clenching the muscles in her pussy, and gyrating her hips just a little, was doing nothing to ease the hardened bud that resided there. In fact, if she could have rubbed her legs together, she would have been able to cum with a fair amount of ease. But that effort was ruined by the leg restraints, so she just stayed there against the wall. Waiting. Her mind in turmoil and fighting for control. Control. She needed it. Wanted it. Craved it. But slowly she was realizing that perhaps she was losing it... and the panic she felt at the idea helped her to once again put her body on stand-by. To wait. She was not going to give in to him. She still wanted to control him- own him. To push him past whatever boundaries he had set for himself- and if she could control herself, she knew she could do it. Her one weapon was knowing how much he wanted her- and he did. All she had to do was wait him out. That and ignore the area of her body that was slowly taking over her mind. To relax the tension that had the muscles in her body bunched and anticipating his next move. Savoring the last of his drink, the smile on Lurker's face grew. As he watched the increasingly uncomfortable gyrations of Kit's body, he knew that she was on the edge, that she would soon be his. As long as he didn't lose it, that is. He approached her like a lion, about to take out a gazelle. As his mouth hungrily devoured a tender breast, his hands worked frantically to unfasten the waistband of her tight leather pants. As his hands worked to tug skintight leather down over her full hips, his mouth continued its work. His path no longer blocked by the offending pants; he was somewhat surprised to find that her treasure was not covered by any panties. Immediately, Lurker's hand plunged into the hot, dripping wet folds of Kit's most cherished secrets. As two stout fingers invaded her inner depths, her whole body shuddered as she threw her head back and moaned. Had it started? As Lurker hungrily explored her inner treasures, it seemed as though the final act of this drama was being played out. Suddenly, Lurker seemed to snap back to reality. Damn, he thought. It's happening again. As his frantic breathing began to settle down, he once again marveled over the power of this woman. He was playing right into her hands, and the thought of it terrified him. Carefully freeing her hands from the shackles, he secured them behind her back inside a large leather sleeve. He then bent to unhook the short chains that secured her legs to the floor. In one swift, fluid motion, he picked her up over his shoulder. Moving as though her weight had no effect on him, he carried her to a leather-covered table. Around the table were, among other things, a vast number of d-rings and other tie points. A rack displaying neatly coiled rope and various sizes of leather straps was adjacent to the table and some type of rope and pulley system seemed to be mounted to the exposed beams of the ceiling overhead. Kit's arms were stretched above her head. A fur-lined cuff was carefully fastened around each wrist, and each cuff tied off to a d-ring at the head of the table. One at a time, the ankle cuffs were detached from the spreader bar and secured firmly to the corners of the table, in a manner not unlike her wrists. Once securely tied, Lurker removed the blindfold from Kit's beautiful green eyes. As her eyes adjusted to the light, she began to look around her new environment. The flow of wetness from deep within her pussy puddled on the cool leather top of the table, presenting an interesting contrast against the tender flesh of her ass. Her mind racing, her body on fire, her thoughts were focused on only one thing... the growing anticipation she felt bubbling up from the depths of her body, a body that had betrayed her. A body that wanted nothing more at the moment than for this man to possess her. When the last refuge of her clothing had been removed, and her pussy had been exposed to the cool air, she had felt her clit expanding to almost painful awareness. Her moist folds swollen and ready to accept him. She was shaking, trembling, ready. When his hands had touched the very heat of her, she had been so close to shattering the feeling was almost unbearable. Her body relaxed a little as he freed her from the restraints and carried her over to lie down. Oddly, she felt protected... cared for. She should have been wary of the new position, but she wasn't. There was something in his touch that let her know, finally, that he would cause her no harm. He removed the blindfold and as her eyes slowly adjusted to the light she looked at him. His eyes were dark and intent, and she could see the passion lurking in their depths. It sent shivers of excitement shooting down her spine because she knew there was more to come. Kitten's Submission Ch. 02 God, she was dying to have his mouth taste her. To taste the prize that was his, seeping out of her body and surely pooling beneath her. She wanted to beg for it. Probably would have if it hadn't been for the gag. Her traitorous body now controlling her mind, instead of the other way around. Groaning, the sound still muffled by the gag, she realized that as much as she wanted the orgasm she was still going to have to resist- because she wanted something more. She wanted him. Not to be the owner or the controller as were her original thoughts, but just to be able to give back a little of the sensations that she had been given. Yes, she thought... she had to wait. Wait for him. Now, looking into his eyes, she hoped that wait wouldn't be long. The smell of sex filled the room. Hot, wet unbridled sex. The kind of sex that most people can only dream of. The kind of sex that coursed through Lurker's and Kitten's minds. The kind of sex that would mark the final chapter of this drama. Lurker stood there, in a near hypnotic state, and stared into Kit's eyes, no make that through her eyes and into her very soul. What he saw was the cause of great confusion for him. Sure, he saw the unbridled lust, the rage, the heat, the desire. But he also saw something else- a wanting, a desire. Not a desire to be controlled, but a desire to share, to participate as equals. To show him the intensity of pleasure he had shown her, and the certainty of more to come. A confusing mix of signals for someone like Lurker, one who prides himself on his keen ability to figure people out, to determine what makes them tick, to climb inside their heads. Instead, he kept returning to thoughts of becoming one with her, of blending their bodies, intertwining their parts, sharing their thoughts, until they melted together in a molten glob of orgasmic bliss. Kitten arched her back and allowed her hips to wriggle and squirm. Her motions snapped Lurker out of his dream state. He moved to the foot of the table. She could see him moving, but she was unable to determine what he was doing. Working very carefully, one leg at a time, he removed the cuff from one ankle, removed the spiked heel boot that covered her foot and slid her disheveled leather pants around her leg and over her foot. His hands moved to her thigh. Kit let out a long, muffled moan at the feel of his strong hands on her thigh. He took the lace cuff of her thigh high stocking and folded it back on itself several times. Satisfied that he had folded it enough, he began to roll the edge of the stocking towards her foot, uncovering more leg with each move. And what a leg it was. A slender foot topped with brightly painted, freshly manicured red toenails. A slender, delicate ankle that led to a well-muscled calf. A smooth knee that led to a powerful yet feminine thigh, a thigh that marked the entrance to her most tender of spots. Before moving on to the remaining leg, he paused to pay attention to some of her more sensitive spots. He ran the edge of his fingernail from heel to toe, across the soft middle of her foot. Next, he darted his tongue into the area behind her knee. Then, before she could calm her response from the first two, he licked and then nibbled, no actually more like bit, the soft skin of her inner thigh, so close to her pussy that she could feel him exhale. He then re-secured the cuff around her ankle and moved to provide a similar treatment to the other leg. Kitten's Submission Ch. 03 Upon completing her undressing, Lurker loosened a knob on each side of the table, allowing her leg restraints to slide along a track. Grabbing her ankles with his two massive hands, he pushed her feet towards her hips, causing her knees to bend. Once each heel had reached the cheeks of her ass, he tightened the knobs. Reaching under the table, he tripped a latch that caused the last several feet of the table's top to fold down. Her exposed womanhood, suddenly positioned right at the end of the table, glistened in the glow of the room's lights. The ever-growing pool of wetness began to run down the vertical surface of the folded table. His preparations nearly finished, he had one more task to complete. He approached her head. She momentarily winced as she saw the outstretched hands approaching, than encircling her neck. Kit soon relaxed as he removed the gag and placed his finger against his lips, telling her to remain quiet. Finally, he spoke in the somewhat raspy whisper that had become all too familiar to her, "Shhh, just be quiet my little Kitten. We're about to carry out a test of trust, faith and pleasure. I'm going to see if your desire to please me and experience the bliss of my touch is enough to overcome your animal instincts. Your part is to remain quiet, motionless and totally unresponsive, no matter what happens, no matter what it feels like. Pass this test, and there's no telling where this will take us. Fail the test and, well we won't discuss that just now. Understand?" Kit quietly nodded her head, acknowledging her understanding of the task that lay ahead. She saw Lurker disappear from view by the foot of the table. The next thing she knew, an incredible feeling of heat and passion overcame her as she realized that he now had his head buried in the sacred place between her legs. Fearing the consequences, the consequences of him stopping, that is, she struggled to maintain control of her response, a difficult task in light of the sensations of his tongue and lips caressing her tender folds. There was no possible way she was going to be able to remain unresponsive. Already her body had begun to shake, her legs trembling, toes curling. Not that she wanted to, she thought. She didn't want to remain unresponsive to him. She didn't know what she wanted- and it was playing havoc with her body and her mind. Part of her never wanted the sensation to end. Wanted it to continue past the point of all bearing until she was cascading over a cliff of pleasure, gasping and writhing beneath his touch. The other part wanted him to stop, to allow her to show him what lust could do when it was flowing though someone's veins. Show him what it was like to lose control and plummet over the edge of sanity. The warring emotions were the only thing keeping her silent and still. As his tongue darted into her depths, she stifled a gasp- barely. His eyes riveting on her in a warning. She bit her tongue, and closed her eyes, but her legs had given up the battle and were shaking uncontrollably, and her breathing was starting to come in barely contained gasps. He took one of her lips into his mouth and started sucking. God, she loved that! Did he know how crazy it would make her? How hot? Nibbling and sucking repeatedly before switching to the other side. His lips dragged across the full length of her pussy, gently teasing and tasting. His tongue occasionally darting in to fuck her, stiff and stabbing, moving up and down. Her body temperature was so high she was about to spontaneously combust. As his upper lip brushed a feather caress across her fully engorged clit, she let out a loud groan. Lurker pulled his head back for a brief moment, wanting to fully savor the moment as much as he wanted to prolong the anticipation for her. Her essence was now covering his lips and chin, soaking his mustache and bathing his mouth in the sweet nectar of her glistening womanhood. This was a moment that some wait an entire life for, only to wither away without ever experiencing it. Thrusting the first finger on each hand deep into her inner secrets, his remaining fingers spread her wide and he resumed his assault on her engorged clit. At the first touch of his tongue, Kit started to thrust her hips towards his mouth. In mid motion, she attempted to correct her error. Fear overcame her. Fear that he would stop. "Once more like that and there will be some serious consequences here", came a somewhat muffled grumble from between her legs. She could sense his displeasure and knew he was serious. Every ounce of her energy was directed towards overcoming the tremendous urge to move her body in time with his affections and to avoid screaming in pleasure, at the top of her lungs. Sensing her arrested reactions and her now trembling body, Lurker knew that she wanted him to continue, that she wanted to please him. He was getting to her. He had the upper hand, for now. He rose from his position and moved across the room. She could tell that he had moved away. She wanted him back so bad. Her desire to call out, to satisfy the hot desire between her legs, nearly got the better of her, but she did not give in to it. She could swear she heard the distinctive sound of a refrigerator door closing. As she heard his footsteps approach, she wondered what would happen next. What would he do to her, now that she was powerless to stop him and more importantly, how would she react. Would her brain control and limit her response, knowing that anything else could bring a sudden end to the pleasure and possibly unleash some type of punishment or would her lust, that raging inferno within her pussy, overcome her? Her answer came all too soon as she felt a sharp burning sensation as Lurker penetrated her with a dildo made of ice. She could tell it was ice, from its texture and hardness, but oddly enough, she could not feel the cold, only the intensity of this oddly pleasurable sensation. The heat within her caused the ice to start melting and the resulting water mixed with her own wetness, adding yet another new ingredient to this sex cocktail. He began alternating between thrusts of the icy phallus and rough licks and nibbles on her tender lips. Occasionally, the ice would graze her swollen love button, followed quickly by the warmth of his mouth. Kitten's body stiffened and a shriek rang out inside her head. She was unable to tell if she had actually screamed, if he had heard it, or if it was only in her mind. The sensations of the ice torture, his hot tongue tracing intricate patterns around her trigger, the nibbles on her tender labia and, worse yet, the feeling of his hot breath against the contrast of the ice were nearly too much to stand. Normally, her body would be in the throes of orgasm long before now, but she found herself oddly wanting to comply with him, sensing that he would take her to a whole new level. Teetering on the verge of earth shattering climax, she was somehow able to maintain her composure. Just then, she felt Lurker's powerful grip take hold of and roughly pinch her inflamed nipples. Kitten's body arched and she barely suppressed a moan. She was no longer aware of what she was doing. The urge to cum was too great. She wanted it like it was a primal urge screaming through her body. She was shaking. Trembling. It was uncontrollable, and she was no longer fighting it. She wanted the orgasm to overtake her. She was ready, but why wasn't he? As soon as the thought entered her mind, it left. No longer able to think about anything but her need. She felt his thumbs brush over her nipples and then the backs of his hands caress down the sides of her breasts. His touch was gentle somehow. His fingertips grazed smooth stomach, and brushed the insides of her thighs. The lightness of his touch driving her to near insanity. She wanted to beg, but didn't. She waited, but it took all her strength. Knowing that her orgasm was going to bring the rafters down, she searched for some deep reserve to keep herself quiet. Lurker was becoming increasingly confused. Not by his actions, nor by her actions. More by thoughts- his own thoughts. Or were they his own? Had she somehow gotten into his head? He no longer desired to possess her, to dominate her, to break her. What he was feeling was beginning to feel like a oneness, a sense of communion if you will. Not that it was a bad thing, quite to the contrary really. It's just that this was not the direction he intended to head. It's not a direction he even contemplated. Lurker trembled at the thought- the thought that he had somehow let her inside his head, or worse yet, that she had found a path into his consciousness on her own. He reached the realization that he was plowing virgin territory here, for him at least. What was this beautiful creature, the one that lay before him, capable of? Was this the extent of her talent, or was it merely the beginning. To describe this powerful hulk of a man as unsettled would be quite an understatement. The muted cries from Kit, and the painfully suppressed motion of her hips made him remember that he was still teasing her pussy. Sopping wet with her natural juices, her flesh shone brightly. Lurker looked at her. Really looked at her. He began to feel overwhelmed with another feeling previously foreign to him- one of insecurity, like he no longer knew what he was doing. Worse yet, he no longer knew what he wanted. Meanwhile, Kitten teetered dangerously on the brink of orgasm, one she was still determined to resist. Her desire was becoming painful and she wasn't sure how much longer she'd be able to hold on to her senses, her urges, her instinctive need to let go and ride the tidal wave of ecstasy. She'd lost control long ago, she knew that now. Her body had betrayed her and given itself up to a force greater than anything she had previously known. Now all she wanted was to finish riding the roller coaster of awareness and explode in a blinding rush of light and electricity. But it was up to him to let her, and the knowledge made her want to weep. Were it up to her, she would have rocketed over the edge long before. She would have given herself up to the joyous surrender and let her body shake with uncontrolled passion. But he didn't seem to want that. Or did he? She sensed a hesitation from him, and wondered at its significance. What was he preparing for? What would come next? She felt him move away and her body relaxed a tiny bit. Not enough that it wasn't still begging for release, but enough that it didn't hurt so much from his attention and her withering control over her ability to hold back. Straining to hear any indication of what was to come by his movements, Kitten was surprised to hear what sounded like clothing being dropped to the floor. As her body began to intensify it's trembling, her mind played for her amusement image after image of hard male flesh entering her wet pussy. She could feel the insistent push of his cock at her tight opening. She could hear the sliding of naked, sweaty bodies colliding. And she bit her lips to keep her mouth from begging. To keep quiet and not discourage the final act, because at this moment in time, she would have sold her soul to feel him hard and insistent inside of her. To feel the throbbing and pulsing of her own body as it climaxed around his. She bit her lip until she tasted blood... and then she waited- because it was the only thing she had left to do. The only thing she could do. Lurker approached the table where she laid, tied and helpless. Furiously, he began to undo the ropes and cuffs that held her immobile. Freeing her from all bindings and restraints, he allowed his mouth to meet hers, giving her a passionate kiss. His tongue parted her pale red lips. She sucked on it hungrily. As his tongue retreated, it was followed closely by hers, into his own mouth. Breaking their intense kiss, Kit felt his two massive arms slide under her impassioned body and scoop her up against his chest. The feeling of his hairy chest, against her own tender skin, caused a chill to run through her. Cradling her in his arms, he walked across the room to the fireplace. Kneeling down, he tenderly placed her upon a soft bear skin rug, in front of a roaring fire. Tender green eyes looked up at his own deep brown gaze. Her lips moved, as if to talk, but were quickly stifled by his outstretched index finger. Instead, he spoke. "Kitten my dear, how could I have been so wrong. I set out to overwhelm you, to have you surrender to me, for me to become your master." Again shushing her, he continued, "I now realize that we were meant to be equals, to share of each other, to become one, in an intense moment of passion." A new glow overtook Kit's face. The ends of her sultry lips rose slightly, in a subtle smile. Her eyes seemed to glow. Lurker straddled her body and for the first time, she felt his naked flesh pressed up against her own and felt his bulging erection teasing at the doorway to her womanhood. His hands, big powerful hands, began a tender, unexpected but welcome massage of her shoulders. His fingers ran along the edge of her collarbone, sending fresh jolts of electricity throughout her body. His mouth approached a tender earlobe, and nibbled at it gently. He began to run his fingers through her long brown hair, as he sucked and bit playfully at the side of her neck. Pausing briefly to join her own mouth once again, just long enough for their tongues to join in battle once more, his attention moved to her breasts. Surrounding the supple flesh of her right breast with both of his hands, his tongue darted out to the rubbery flesh of her erect nipple. A new warmth overcame her body. His lips drew the hard nipple into his mouth. He began to trace intricate patterns on the tingling nub with his tongue. Kit gasped for air, and let out a long, low moan. After giving equal attention to her other pillowy mound, he backed up slightly. Now kneeling between her calves, he ran his hands along the insides of her thighs. As his hands crossed the magical spot where her thighs met her torso, she squirmed and moaned again. With his muscular arms, he spread her thighs wide and plunged is face into her waiting pussy. As his tongue made contact with her swollen trigger, no longer protected by its hood, she squealed loudly. With a newfound urgency, he greedily drank the nectar from the fountain of her love. His mustache, now soaked with her juices, tickled her clit as he ate her. She screamed out, "Yes, yes, oh my God, eat my cunt!" As he brought her to the very edge of orgasmic explosion with his mouth, she reached out her arms and pulled on his shoulders, trying to pull his body on top of her own. As he responded, she was able to reach his cock, now swollen to unseen proportions and guided it into the deepest depths of her. As his fully engorged manhood stretched the walls of her pussy, and she felt him fully embed himself in her, she could no longer hold back. Heat raced through her as though she were on fire, she felt herself clamp down on his hardened shaft, and then she felt an explosion rocket through her body like nothing she'd ever experienced. She felt like she was flying, and colors raced behind her closed eyelids, her hips thrusting, and her pussy convulsing around his sex begging him to prolong the volcanic eruption that was echoing from her core. Her body had no control over her movements, and it was wild with desire. Her fingernails clawing at his back, her back arching, her body thrusting as she rode the tidal wave to completion. Trembling and panting, she looked around as the earth righted itself. Focusing her eyes, she looked into the face of the man above her and slowly a wide and mischievous smile spread across her face. With a strength she didn't know she possessed, she reared up and rolled him to his back. Sitting up to straddle him, she planted both feet on the ground and started fucking him slowly. Easing off of his shaft until the head of his cock was just barely implanted in her pussy, and then slowly rocking back down until he was once again fully inside of her. Filling her. She watched as his hands came up to gently cup the undersides of her breasts, and she shivered as his thumbs rubbed over the hardened nubs of her nipples. As she once again felt an orgasm build inside of her, she quickened the pace of her control of his sex. Steadily fucking him and increasing both the speed and pressure of her movements until the pace was a fast and hard tempo that was meant to test his limits and push her over the edge. She grabbed his hands and laced her fingers through his, using his arms to support her weight. The second orgasm hit her with an intensity that had her gritting her teeth and screaming in ecstasy. Her head thrown back and her back arching, her pussy pulsated around him and a flood of her juice washed down his shaft to his balls, soaking him with the evidence of her pleasure. As the orgasm subsided, she opened her eyes and looked at him. As Kit's eyes made contact with his, it was like she had squeezed his trigger. As he lost himself in her beautiful green eyes, his orgasm over took him. Wave after wave of his hot lava erupted deep within her pussy. Her muscles seemed to milk his cock. As each of her spasms drenched him in their combined juices, he seemed to shoot again. The anticipation had been building for so long, and now, this moment, it was as though it was frozen in time. Lurker's hands were trying to keep a hold of her heaving breasts, her aching nipples, but her pumping was too furious. With each stroke, her swollen nipples rubbed against his hands, setting her on fire all over again. His balls were working overtime, as his spasming erection continued to answer Kitten's request for more. The smell was thick in the air. Sweat rolled off of their bodies, mixing with the love cocktail that was pooling on Lurker's thighs and stomach. With a final yell, his entire body stiffened. Kitten screamed with delight. This woman, a woman he now knew as his equal, was amazing. He tried to focus on her, but couldn't. As their combined screams faded out, Kit collapsed on top of him, his softening erection still deep within her. Their breathing, deeply labored, was in perfect rhythm with one another. She kissed him passionately, yet tenderly. He nibbled at the side of her neck. Two bodies, drenched in sweat, laid as one, satisfied. As their minds began to clear, they stared deeply into each other's eyes. Green into brown, brown back into green. No words were spoken, they weren't needed here. The communication was crystal clear, but on another plane. Lurker ran his hand tenderly through Kit's hair, pushing her long tresses away from her face. He hadn't really stopped to look at her face, before now. Such smooth skin, supple lips, a near perfect nose and a delicious smile. He moved his hand to the back of her neck, and pulled her mouth to his. An exchange of tender kisses began. At the point where their two bodies were joined, a new sensation began to arise. His cock was regaining its size. Kitten felt the swelling inside of her and began to smile, but after a moment, she cast her eyes downward and gently arose, standing to and raising her arms above her head and stretching her body. Her muscles were tired and aching- both from the sex and from being restrained for the better part of... She paused, thinking to herself that she didn't actually know how much time had past. It felt like days, months perhaps, some more sufficient length of time that what it had truly been. Walking away a few feet, she turned around and looked at him. He was lying on his side, his body tense. The excitement that had previously begun to form waning in her absence. Clearing her throat, she softly spoke, "You know, I don't even know your name. It seems to me that after all we've been through, you should have told me at least that much." Kitten's Submission Ch. 03 She looked away at the far wall and waited for his reply. Minutes ticked by, and with each passing second on the clock she felt herself grow stronger with self-assurance. Slowly, she was regaining her control and strength, and she was reveling in the feel of it. No longer wanting to control him herself, unwilling to be controlled, she was at odds with what had happened that day. It had started with only a moment's curiosity. One glance at a far wall- a shiny object- and it had changed her. In more ways than she could define with words. Hearing him move, she once again looked back at him, hoping that he would say something to cool that last butterfly still fluttering in her stomach. She watched as he pushed himself up with one hand and off the floor coming to stand before her. She crossed her arms and waited. And then it came. One word, stated huskily and hesitantly. "Lurker". It was as though whatever last vestiges of fear, of doubt, of wariness she had coursed out of her mind and body in one electric moment to be slowly replaced by desperation. A desperation to cling to him. To ravish him. To make him shout with ecstasy. And in that moment she knew... They could possess each other. Kitten let out a little cry and hurtled herself the few feet that separated them, the force slamming him back into the wall. With both hands, she fisted her fingers in his hair pulling his head down to hers and kissed him fervently. Mouths moving, hot and hungry. Devouring. Her tongue darting in to taste his and memorize each nook and cranny. Stealing his breath. Releasing him, she sank her teeth into the skin on his neck, biting him, her nails scratching down his back. Her body writhed in his arms as she attempted to touch, feel, and taste every inch available to her. Her bare skin rubbing over coarse hair, her thighs covered in the evidence of her excitement, anticipation, and their fulfillment. She felt his manhood hard and insistent at her stomach and ached to have it inside of her. As her teeth sank around his nipples gently biting, sucking, and bringing them to stiff points, her hands found his hips and she pulled him closer to her. Reaching around to grab his buttocks, massaging them, trying to push him past whatever endurance he had left. His cock pressing into her torso over and over in an imitation of the natural rhythm of sex. Hard, smooth. A trail of pre-cum glistening against her skin. Kneeling down, she engulfed his shaft with her mouth, tasting their combined essence. Her tongue dancing with the head of his cock as it hungrily sought sustenance. Back and forth, over and over, she slid his hardness in and out of her mouth, her saliva dripping over him, coating him. Begging for him. After she had worked his cock into a rock hard sword, her mouth once again found his for another hot kiss, but it wasn't enough. None of it had been enough. She needed more. She needed him buried inside of her, to feel his desire and reap the rewards of her handiwork, and at this point nothing else would satisfy her. Raising dazed eyes to his, she begged "Fuck me!" In one swift movement, she found herself against the wall. Her legs around his waist, her hands buried in his hair pulling it, his hands on her ass holding her up. As he entered her with one powerful movement, a penetration so hard and deep that it slammed her against the wall and went to her soul. Once again felt herself reach the brink of sanity nearly plummeting over the edge. But she held back. Her eyes unfocused, her body concentrating on only one thing, she started chanting... "Cum with me... Cum with me... Cum with me." Lurker's midsection had subconsciously began thrusting in time to Kitten's mantra. His powerful hands dug deeply into the supple muscles of her ass, kneading the tender flesh. Kit held onto his hair with one hand, just like a rider clutching the reins of an out of control stallion. Her other hand busily sunk four long red fingernails into the skin of his back. With each mighty thrust, Lurker's body, outweighing hers by nearly a hundred pounds, forced her back against the wall, again and again, as though in effort to combine the flesh of their two bodies into one. Momentarily breaking their lip lock that had previously been stifling her screams, the room filled with Kit's cries of pleasure. Lurker's teeth found their mark on her neck, just below her earlobe. His tongue explored the area, finding her earlobe and drawing it into his mouth, where he proceeded to nibble on it. Pressing her harder against the wall, he was able to free one hand. Soon, that hand was entangling itself in her tousled tresses. As he drew her face to his, her lips instinctively parted and their lips locked once again. Kit's hips thrusted back at him in a frenzied pace. Their bodies bathed in sweat, Lurker was having difficulty supporting her. Laying her back down on the bearskin rug, Lurker resumed his thrusting, as though it was the last time that he would experience it. Kit felt his teeth clench down upon one of her aching nipples. Her eyes glazed over and rolled back in her head. As he continued his efforts, a deep growl began to well up from deep within him. She began to pant, desperately trying to feed oxygen to her out of control pelvis. Each of his downward plunges was met with an upward lunge of her hips. After what seemed an eternity, Lurker felt the telltale contraction in his balls and at the same time her body stiffened. Kitten screamed something unintelligible as an unearthly roar exited his mouth. The throes of orgasm wracked their bodies simultaneously, as hot jets of come flowed from his erection and coated her insides. Kit stiffened for one last time and went limp beneath him. She had passed out! Feeling weak himself, Lurker collapsed along side of her, rolling her as he fell, being careful not to dislodge his dwindling erection from it's resting place deep within her womanhood. As his arms embraced her, she regained some level of conscious thought and wrapped her arms around his chest, pulling him still closer. In the midst of their embrace, Lurker noticed that her breathing was beginning to slow, and was becoming very rhythmic and predictable. As he looked down at her face, a sound that resembled purring escaped her mouth as she exhaled. Kitten had fallen asleep! Moving one of his hands to the side of her head, he drew her into the warmth of his chest and stroked her hair softly. Though exhausted, he wanted to savor this moment, before he too succumbed to the inevitable pull of drowsiness. As he replayed the day's events in his mind, Lurker knew he was a changed man, and he knew that this now gentle creature asleep in his arms was responsible for that change. Noticing for the first time a pendant on the necklace she wore around her neck, he saw her name engraved upon it. In flowing script, it said Kitten, a name that would forever stick with him. What had started as yet another exercise to feed the dominant creature within him had ended up as a soul baring experience with an amazing woman he now knew to be his equal. Never before had he contemplated that such a fragile looking creature could have such spirit and such resilience, much less be capable of having this kind of effect on him. Nor be capable of teaching him something. As he listened to her soft purring, Lurker smiled, closed his eyes and drifted off into slumber. Wrapped in the arms of one of the most amazing women he had ever met.