1 comments/ 20505 views/ 2 favorites Left For Dead By: ThreefoldSeraphym The freezing wind whips around my uncollared body. Fear pumps with every near-frozen heartbeat. I thought being alone would be less painful. The only thing I really felt was the rain batting away at my abused skin. I hate this. Women were all I had in my life to keep me sane. I loved them for that reason only. Other than that, I hated them. They beat me without mercy for years and then finally, one of them left me here to die in the gutters of the city streets. My fingers twitched and shivered. The winter air would claim my life soon. I hoped it would happen right then and there. The women walking the streets didn't give this stray dog a passing glance. No one cared about men, especially strays. But then She saw me. She looked over at me, very concerned. As She approached, I scurried away, not wanting Her to hit me like all the others did. "Oh, poor little guy...he must have been abandoned," She said with more pity than I have ever heard. I looked up at Her, this woman that actually cared. She was wearing a Kittie T-Shirt under a heavy trench coat. Her black, goth-styled make-up highlighted Her beautiful blue eyes. Her black hair was pin-straight and Her bangs curved over Her forehead perfectly. Her black boots shone with a wet look, spotted by the rain and snow. I felt a strange, unfamiliar sensation. I felt warmth, but not physically. It was so new. I didn't what it was. It felt like it was Her presence that triggered it. She got closer, and I backed myself further until I hit a wall, and eventually, the corner. I was trapped, afraid, and hopelessly crying. Her hands reached down wiped away my tears tenderly. She pushed my long hair back and gasped at what She saw. "You poor thing, that's horrible..." Suddenly, I knew that She saw the scar. The scar ran across my face from my forehead, across my nose, and to an inch below my eye. All at once, I remembered where the mark originated from and broke into a sobbing scream. She stepped back, a little frightened at first. As my world spun, I clutched my face and screamed. Things faded to black. The last thing I saw was Her hands reaching down to me. I woke with a start. I was clothed, for the first time in my life, I was wearing clothes! I was wearing a pair of faded jeans, a black vest, and a plaid "Members Only" long sleeved shirt. I also realized that I was in a bed. A soft, queen-sized, four-post bed with a elegant black laced canopy. Former owners of mine had beds like these, but I was never allowed to even touch it. I hurriedly rushed out of the bed, falling off and landing with a loud THUNK as my back and head hit the plush carpet. I recovered quickly and look around. The room is classy with a gothic feel. Not a fake goth feel. This was genuine, new-age goth with black walls decorated with large pentacles and skulls. The windows were large and shaded by an open, beautiful blood red velvet curtain. It smelt of dead flowers, exotic oils, and frankincense. I wondered where I was and remembered that Woman finding me. Why did She do it? Why did She look so concerned? WHY DID SHE LET ME LIVE??? The door creaks open, She pokes Her head in quizzically. She looks puzzled to see that I am not on the bed. She sees me on the floor by the bed, nearly crying. She comes in and closes in, kneeling down to my level. I scoot back quickly. She looked at me with eyes full of pity. She was studying me, almost like She wanted to get to know me. She reached out and grabbed my shaky hand and caressed it, massaging it. I felt warm again. She then brought my hand to Her cheek, pressing my weathered and twitching hand against Her soft pale skin. It was obvious I was terrified as always. "You've never felt this before, have you?" She asked with a small pout. She pressed my hand to Her face harder as She smiled with the most adorable dimples. "Have you?" "N-no..." I responded. "Poor baby...no one has ever loved you..." All I could do was stare, tears in my eyes when She put my hand down. "My name is Erin. What's yours?" "I...I don't have a name...I never even wanted one to-..." She brought a finger to my lips and hushed me. "Well, you need a name. How do you like...Chris?" "O-okay, Mmm...........Erin..." "Good job catching yourself, baby. Now that we know names, I wanna know, what in the name of The Lady were you doing out in the gutters?" Trying to maintain my composure and keep from crying again, I stammered a little. "My...my Mistress said I was useless and that I make her look bad in front her friends. She called me a degenerate mutt. We were driving somewhere and she stopped, opened her door and pulled me out of the other side. She took off my collar, pulled out a gun, and demanded that I get out her sight." "And the scar?" "It...was meant to be a territory mark. My first mistress's slaves all had one, but in the form of an X. She gave up on me halfway through and decided to sell me for a meager price..." "Do you enjoy having Mistresses? You seem to be really afraid of women. When I found you, you almost ran away." "I hate it, but I love it. I don't know. I don't feel lonely, I hate people so much...But..." "Shh...let me ask you this. How would like to be MY slave?" "I...I don't know...I-" I said meekly. "Well, you don't have a choice," She cut me off, smiling with those deep dimples. "because you're dead. The obituaries have your picture in them already. And you know that if you are found, they will kill you. But your relationship with me will be different from your others. You are now My slave and will behave as such. I saved you from an actual death. Believe Me, you'll love My ways. I don't abuse, but you WILL hurt. I suspect that you've been trained, but you will love My way of doing things. I'll love you. I'll be tender and I'll be sweet, but misbehave and you will be punished and I WILL be cruel. Understood?" "Yes..." SLAP! She slapped me across the face hard and grabbed my hair to look me in the eyes. "Yes, What?" She whispered. Gods, that voice could make me cum in my sleep. She bent me backward, lovingly stroking my face while pulling roughly at my black locks. Her heavy breasts spilled out her shirt and pressed against my chest. A simple "Yes Mistress..." is all I could manage to squeak out. "Good puppy. You will be My first slave. My ONLY slave. I expect you to remember your former mistresses, but only as painful nightmares. I will give you what you need. Sanity will be automatic. However, I can give you so much more. And the pain I spoke of will be exquisite. Now, for your first test. ARE YOU READY?" Somehow, someway, I smiled. I couldn't believe it, but I saw beauty, a beauty that no one could ever see. I felt like I finally possessed something. I felt alive. I AM ALIVE. Now, I will never run away. Left For Dead Ch. 02 She rescued me, nurtured me to a level health I didn't think was possible, and kept me happy; all in 24 hours. When I awoke the next day, I saw Her in a new light. I always woke up early but I never really every got up until about an hour of being awake. During this time I would contemplate running, or, if that was not possible, I mentally prepare myself for the torture I would surely come within minutes. But... But this time, it was different. I woke up and for five minutes, and realized that I can't feel my earlobes. I reach up to touch them and I feel something metallic. Earrings. Fresh ear piercings. They were 10-gauge loops, about a centimeter wide. This must be Her territory mark. This was definitely new...but when I felt that feeling again, I froze. I could feel Her approaching. I could sense it. Then the door swung open. She wore the sexiest of lingerie. A tight black leather bustier squeezed Her plump, ample breasts together and black thong panties barely covered Her beautiful womanhood. Her hands were in leather fingerless gloves. In one hand She held a cat-o-nine-tales. Her make-up was that of my dreams, black and grim, dark eyeliner that curved out of the corners of Her eyes. Her lips shown with black sheen, so when She opened Her mouth, Her teeth glowed. I smelt an unfamiliar smell, but I instantly knew what it was. It was Her arousal. "Rise and shine, baby boy," She instructed. "We've got some fun to have." "Yes Mistress Erin." A crawled out of bed to find that I was naked again, vulnerable. I went to all fours and touched my lips to Her feet. I felt the cat-o-nine-tails gently caress my back muscles, glazing over my body. "You want to worship me, do you?" "Yes Mistress Erin, please..." "Well, you have to earn it. And did I give you permission to kiss my feet?" I froze in fear and realized my mistake. I feared for my life when Her boot went under my chin to lift it up to look into my eyes. My eyes pleaded forgiveness, begged for mercy. "Oh, poor puppy. Are you sorry?" She cooed. I nodded quickly, hoping She would make it quick. "Well, you are going to have start somewhere." She patted the bed, saying "up, boy". I crawled back up the bed. "Lie on your back." She commanded. I lay there, biting my lip to keep from speaking. Suddenly I felt Her now ungloved hand on my cock, slowly massaging and stroking it. I have never felt such pleasure. What kind of punishment was this? Why was She giving me pleasure? Where is the pain? "Does my little pet like it?" She asked in that cooing voice. "Yes Mistress....Erin..." I moaned. Her paced quickened as She heatedly stroked my hardening cock. Blood pumped through me faster than ever. Suddenly She impaled Her mouth onto me, taking me flawlessly. I gasped loudly, clutching the sheets tightly in my fist. Her tongue ran up and down me like silk. The hot recesses of Her mouth engulfed me, She moaned as She sucked me off harder and harder. Her black lipstick stained me with thick smudges as She feverishly sucked. When I felt like I had reached my peak, She stopped abruptly, buckling a cock ring onto me. I whimpered pathetically. She grabbed my hair again and sat me up. Her full, black lips met mine. Shock ran through me. She forced me open with Her tongue, probing into my mouth. My eyes closed halfway, ecstasy washed over me. The pain of my hair being almost ripped out contrasted to my erection and Her kiss perfectly. My mind could not determine which was which. Her tongue flicked across my teeth. She pulled away to bite my lip, Hard. A gasp escaped me, only to be greeted be Her tongue to lap up the small rivulet of blood across my lips. She backed away, leaving me almost fainted on the bed. "My little one enjoyed that, didn't he?" When I didn't respond, I was jerked away from my reverie by the whip across my chest. Still dazed a little I said "Thank You so much Mistress Erin." "Good boy, but that was part 1 of your punishment. Here is part 2." She got up and straddled my hips, Her heat pressing tightly against my throbbing erection. She worked Her way up my chest, smearing me with Her arousal. Her panties were soaked and I knew She was sopping wet. She stood up on the bed and pulled Her thong down, revealing Her trimmed pussy to me. Her nether lips were swollen and pink. She straddled me again low enough to take my nipple into Her mouth, nibbling and nipping at the tiny nub of flesh. My cock ached for release, needing attention like never before. She let my nipple go with a pop and looked behind Her to see my pride jutting out at Her. She licked Her lips slowly, and turned around to engage me into a 69 position. Her pussy millimeters from my lips, my cock in Her hand. "Do you know what to do, slave?" "Yes Mistress Erin..." "Then pleasure Me. Show your skills to Me" With that, I dove in. She smelt of roses and tasted like honey. Her velvety tongue ran up and down my shaft and I let out a moan. I found Her clit rather quickly and sucked it in. This caused Her to jump, but Her mouth never left my manhood. The longer this went on, the more painful my cock got, it being constricted by the leather cockring. I had the inability to cum, given my situation. I realize that this is my punishment. Somehow, She sensed that I found out and stopped Her stimulation and laid down next to me. She beckoned with Her index finger and pointed to Her dripping sex. "You are not done, boy." I kissed Her labia gently before going in to lick again. I stiffened my tongue and began to fuck Her with it, alternating between that and licking Her clit furiously. I heard Her breathing deeply as I made love to Her with my mouth. She lifted Her legs up over my shoulders as Her fingers entangled with my hair, then She roughly started to grind Herself into me, fucking my face unceremoniously. A deep long moan was let out and Her juices flowed like river. I made positive that I would lick up and clean every drop. When She came back down to earth, She pulled my head out of Her crotch and smiled at the display. My face glowed with expressionless pride, not to mention Her sweet nectar. "Such a good fuckin' puppy." She panted. "You have definitely been trained well, I'm so proud of you." Mistress pulled me up to Her tummy and laid my head there, running Her fingers through my hair. "So pretty..." My erection never died down because of the ring, but Her deep breaths raising my head up and down gave me a calming sense. I embraced Her like nothing I have ever embraced before. I fell into a deep, deep sleep, my Mistress loving me into dreams. My first true dreams... Left For Dead Ch. 03 I'm awake yet again. But now it is dark...and silent. Nothing is making noise. Nothing is visible. I am on my back, but when I try to sit up, I can't. I seem to be strapped down. My arms....they're tied together above my head. My legs...maybe they have something to them...I try to move them, and I can...but....OW! My chest feels as though it is being ripped off by the nipples. It pulls until I put my legs back to the original spread-eagle position. I realize the set-up. Nipple clamps on a pulley system. Shaking my head to wake up a little more, I realize it is so dark because I am blindfolded. I search through my nerves to find out that the cock ring is gone, but this situation is worse. Then I hear something...music. Dark and epic. Then I also hear something clicking. It is Her. She is walking on a hard stone floor with stilettos. This sound is the most dreadful thing I could hear. I know this because of all the clicks that counted down my time until punishment was administered. "Hey there, baby boy. Do you know how long you were out?" I shake my head, then I am made aware that She wants an answer by being slapped firmly in the face. "What?" She asks with slight anger. "No, Mistress, I don't know." I gasp out. "Well, I was getting lonely. It's been three days. You are one heavy sleeper!" She giggles. It was a giggle that I would expect of catholic schoolgirl. It sends me into a raging hard-on. Apparently, She notices and giggles again. "Oh, is this for Me?" She laughs, gripping me tightly. Judging by Her angle and direction of sounds I heard, I am on a table. Her soft hand on my manhood makes me want to thrust to meet Her hand in harmony. But I can't. My hips are bound tightly. All I can do is tighten my fists and grit my teeth to resist cumming. But, Gods, did I want to... Oh, no. Her lips...Her mouth...it's around me....No...I'm not bound by the ring...I can't let Her... "Please, Mistress...no..." I feel Her pull away, thank Aphrodite. "Excuse Me? Did you just refuse what I think you did?" She quizzes me with another angry tone. I was afraid. At first, She was gentle...now, She has become harsh...but I like it...but then that hand crashed into my face again. I recover as quick as I can to let out a pathetic apology. "P-please Mistress...I'm sorry...I..." "You what? You think you don't deserve it?" "No, Mistress...I don't deserve it..." "Good. Because this is for MY pleasure. I love doing this to you...that look of strain on your face, your tension...So pretty...In fact, I wanna see those big jade eyes looking at Me while I torture you." With that, I feel the blindfold rip off of my face and my eyes focus quickly. She is wearing the same lingerie as last time, but something seems more sinister this time. "Look at Me while I do this. And if you look away or cum before I give you permission...well, leave that to your imagination." She said and goes to slow work at me. She holds my shaft with one hands and massages my balls with the other. Her tongue runs up and down the underside. She takes one of my balls into Her mouth, teasing it with little flicks of Her silky tongue. She looks into my eyes as She does this, lightly stoking me. Her face is angelic, Her eyes, big and beautiful. She lets my ball out of Her mouth, leaving it wet against my leg. She licks up the shaft again all the way to the top. A shudder ran through me. That shudder causes me to close my eyes, writhe, and then realize my mistake. She stands back up, hands on Her hips, and a scowl on Her face. Tears run down my face when I see that expression. Her eyes are wide with anger, Her lips pouted, Her chin tensed. I will come to know this face well, because then I will know when to beg. I best start now, while I am still crying. "Please Mistress, I'm sorry...have mercy my Goddess...I beg of you!" I sob with all my might. Her face is like stone, cold and hard. It can't be moved by mere words alone. Actions are the only way. Knowing this now, I plea with her more. "I'd do anything to please you Mistress Erin...please give me a chance and mercy. Let me prove my devotion, please...I just want my Mistress to love me....." I trail off into sobbing gibberish, eyes clenched shut tight. Suddenly, I feel blood rush to each part of me. She has released me from all of the bindings at once. Before feeling fully returns to my body, I roll over and off of the table quickly, falling limp to the floor. I can't feel my legs yet so I rake my hands on the cold, smooth stone floor, crawling to Her, my tears smearing the surface. My hair is sticking to my wet face, considering all of the sweat and tears. Something tells me that blood will join it soon. I've reached Her, begging with all of the possibilities of sacrifice I could give Her. "Anything! My final shred of dignity! My hopes! My will! My last breath! Please!!" Her boot clad foot raises, catching a few tears on its trip under my chin. She lifts my face up with Her boot and looks into my eyes with little expression left on Her face. Her eyes are half lidded now, Her lips maintain their pout, and without opening Her eyes more, Her eyebrows raise in a slight kind of amazement. It's as if She is surprised by my devotion to Her in such a short time. She asked me in a soft, sultry voice, "Are you sorry, boy?" All I could do is sniffle and nod. She leans down and puts Her hands on my cheeks. I feel weightless now. She pulls me up to my knees, inspecting my eyes, looking deeply into me. Those eyes, oh gods, they're divine. They pierce me again. I feel it. She licks her teeth, letting the motion of Her tongue captivate me. Her fingers run down my forehead and across my eyes, signaling that She wants them closed. She strokes my scalp lovingly before taking a tuft of hair and savagely pulling my head to my right. With a hiss, Her teeth penetrate my neck. My eyes and mouth shoot open in silent scream and my body tenses to fight the pain. I grab Her arms tightly in protest, but to no avail. She starts to bite harder, Her bloodlust being fulfilled. My body has given up. I am numb all over again. My body has submitted. And I know why. A spell...She has forced my body to submit. She knows that She has my soul. Now She has the body. She releases me. My eyes have lost their life. Green but turning orange. I slump down, blood dripping down my torso, my hair covering my face, as if I am ashamed. And I am. I ashamed of my existence. I am ashamed to know that I am in Her presence without being worthy. But at the same time, I know that Mistress Erin loves me. She raises my face again. I don't look into Her eyes. I don't deserve that until She says so. I look down at Her feet, probably with the most pathetic look on my face. "Look at me, slave." I look up slowly. She is more beautiful than before. Her skin is paler, smoother, softer. I look at Her face. Angelic. Demonic. I can't decide which is more lovely. Cold blue fires rage behind Her eyes. She never takes Her gaze off of my eyes. She reaches down at the blood on my chest and smears it all over. Her hand raises up and touches my lips, marking me. She also lightly smudges my eyes. She takes Her clean hand and directs my face to a mirror in the corner. I see my new persona. My blood has turned black. My eyes and lips are highlighted darkly. My chest now adorns a large black raven motif. It is a tattoo of my new bloodline. I know it is permanent. I know I am Hers. I love Her. She has me. She looks at my reflection as I look. She strokes my hair, giving my cheek a long lick. She places Her hand over my heart. I realize that it is no longer beating, and I am no longer tightly bound by physical limits. I'm coming undone. I have withered away. "What are you?" She asks. I don't know right now. I feel Her hand around my throat, She grips tightly, forcing my mouth open. I know now... "Yours..." "My what?" "Your slave, Your pet, Your martyr, Your possession, Your beautiful flower..." "But most of all?" She quizzes, stoking my lips lightly, looking down at me. "...Your lover." She stands tall again, goes to the closet, takes out something and comes back. She latches the object around my neck and smiles. The collar has five rings riveted around it, while each ring has another ring dangling from it, totaling in five leash latch-on points. It covers the bite wound on my neck. I keep my eyes lowered, but I hear Her go to a different closet take something out. She comes back and grabs my chin to force my gaze to Her. "Sleep now, angel. Good night. I love you." With that, the weightless blue dust is blown lightly into my face, I know to inhale deeply. Within seconds, I am asleep. Asleep, knowing that I am now a prisoner of love. Buried alive, if 'alive' is what you could still call me. Now, together forever.