0 comments/ 19222 views/ 3 favorites Master Uses Her By: winged_rose Every character in this story is above the age of 18. It is a second installment from the first Master story I wrote. * The flash of lighting gave him a glimpse of her form, strung up. The second showed the outline of her body. The torches were lit, casting pools of orange flame into the centre of the room. He watched her suspended the solid bars pushing her legs and arms apart. She formed a human star; similar to DaVinci's only more alive. The thin muslin draped around her nubile body, barely concealed her curves. Two peanut sized lumps poked through the bindings around her chest. She would be cold by now, he thought. It was near midnight and with the thick walls no heat ever permeated through from outside. He eyed the hooks in ceiling and walls. They used to hang the meat in here after the slaughter; letting it drain. The blood had soaked the stones a deep rust colour. She was definitely his favourite. He remembered the first night with her, forcing himself into that tight virginal cunt. He rubbed himself through his trousers feeling himself hardening at the memories of pounding her. Now she was again helpless, strung up like a rack of meat for him to take advantage of. Slipping the bolt into the wooden door, he undid his robe, a sharp intake of breath as the chill of the room hit him. He moved forward, taking the riding crop from the boy who stood in service, dismissed with a flick of the hand. Standing behind her, he traced the whip up the inside of her thigh, brushing past her cunt, barely recovered from its last fucking. He traced the invisible trail that would soon be running down her legs, a mixture of their juices. She moved slightly, rousing herself to lucidity as the whip worked its way down the other thigh. He loved the teasing. Bringing the whip back a fraction he flicked his wrist bringing it stinging onto her arse cheek. Barely a murmur from her, and yet he could feel himself growing hard, wanting to strip her down from the hook and shove himself in her barely wet cunt, forcing her to take him. He reached a hand and touched her slit, darting a finger inside her still swollen lips, barely wet. He brought the whip down on her round cheeks, liking the way she moaned, still keeping a finger inside her. Withdrawing he walked around her, surveying his little fuck toy. Her feet, just grazed the floor, she was so small and light, easy to manipulate to his need. He reached her shoulder and unpinned the muslin that adorned her, letting it fall to the fall. The sudden disrobing forced her to open her eyes. She was still hazy, but he didn't mind. Kneeling down in front of her, he took a nipple in his mouth, gently biting and nibbling her bud as his hand stroked his cock, keeping it rigid, building up a rhythm. She began to moan as he worked her nipple, breaking away he brought the whip up to her cunt, using it to explore her clit. Her eyes widened and she mouthed a no as he brought it down on her opening, stinging her with pain. Twice more he repeated the movement, watching as she both pulled and leaned into the action. She was beginning to behave as every slave should. He returned his attention to her clit, gently caressing it with his fingers. Too much pain or too much pleasure was never good. He darted a finger into her slit, she was getting wet for him, squirming with her bonds, unable to move away from his probing touches. Hunching down between her legs he let a tongue dart up and take over from his hand as he inserted another finger into her opening, feeling the juices run over his hand as she bucked against his expert touch. He took the crop and let it slap against her arse again and again, giving her pleasure and pain at the same time. He wanted to get rough. He was getting tired of being a nice master. Gently he focused his attention on her bud, grazing it with his teeth, keeping her focused on her own pleasure he began to work the handle of the riding crop into her ass, it was in two inches before she noticed and began to protest. He silenced her by biting her clit, feeling her buck against and into him; he slipped in the rest of the crop. Standing back he admired his handy work, liking the sight of his fuck toy having her ass impaled. Now all that was left was her cunt and her mouth. He reached for the muslin and tore off a length. He took her face in his hand, forcing her to open her mouth, and gagged her with the material. His hand went around her throat, tightening slightly, giving her the startled deer face that made him want to cum instantly. Opening her cunt lips with his hand he slid his cock deep inside her in one smooth movement. She was the right height, and he could feel his cock bottom out in her. Wrapping an arm around her waist, he bounced her on his cock, gasping at how tight she still was. His free hand went to her clit briefly. He couldn't contain himself any longer. Unhooking her he laid her on the ground, keeping her impaled on his cock. She couldn't move. One hand at her throat, slightly tightening, as his cock pounded her, deeper and harder, he could feel the twitch, pulling out just before he was about to cum he ripped the gag away from her mouth and forced his cock inside, feeling him unleash his seed into her throat as she lapped him up. Her tongue continuing to pleasure him, sending electric currents down his stimulated shaft. He pulled out and collapsed on her body, feeling her trembling breath underneath him. Master Uses His Whole Hand His hands roamed over her naked body stirring her from sleep. Her legs parted instinctually as his hand pushed between them, his fingers rolled her labia, tugging and pinching with slowly increasing pressure while he caressed her hair. A moan escaped her groggy lips before she realized, glancing up she felt relief as she saw his smile. He worked her sex methodically as her legs spread further to allow him better access, pelvis gyrating in time with his fingers. He leaned down and sharply bit her earlobe as two fingers pushed into her. She was already so wet they slid in without much resistance. Another moan escaped as he bit his way down her neck. The fingers of his other hand wrapped tightly in her hair pulling her head back as his lips reached the nape of her neck. The two fingers in her pushed deep in and back as they worked side to side. His kisses trailed down to her breast as he bit small circles around her areolas and all the while his fingers worked faster and harder adding a third and then a fourth until he was fucking her with all but his thumb. Each push from his thumb would connect with her clit as he continued tormenting her breast. His bites leaving red teeth marks now as her sex was being slowly stretched to accommodate his hand. The motion slowed as he shifted his weight and slowly entered her with his entire hand forcing her to cry out. She now lay spread out on the bed; moans mixed with cries at the intense pressure of him working his fist inside her. He sat up taking hold of her clit with His free hand pinching it to add to her agony. She was drifting away from him into a blur of ecstasy as he removed his hands. He sat back and looked her directly in the eyes as she realized He had left her aching and empty. Desire and frustration filled her mind as he leaned back against the headboard and opened his robe to expose his full erection and freshly shaved balls swollen with his seed. She crawled up his legs and reached for him as he caught her hands. Sit on me slut, he commanded in a strong louder than normal voice. His hand moved to rest behind his head as she slowly slid down his length. Tell me what you feel slut, describe it to me. Her voice wavered as she felt him fully inside her and a tiny bit of pride at the expression on His face as His eyes closed savoring the immense heat she had built up inside her as she engulfed his swollen shaft. In truth what she felt was difficult to isolate, her sex was still aching and numb from the fisting so she could not tell if her efforts to grip his shaft were working. Her pause in finding the words was obviously too long as his strong hands took hold of her hips stopping her movement. He tossed her face down on the bed beside him and rolled over onto her in one frighteningly fast movement. He knelt behind her, his knees pushing hers apart as his hand pulled her ass up from the bed. He seemed more forceful than normal and flushed with need. If you can't describe what you felt before you WILL be able to describe this slut, his voice almost raspy sounding as the head of his cock paused at her tiny entrance. I want to hear you beg for it slut, no sooner than he spoke those words she heard herself responding. Yes Sir, slut wants You in her ass. His wet shaft slid slowly in, pausing as she was stretched ever more open. She felt his weight on her as he slid the rest of the way in. Her arms quivered under the pressure as he lay on her allowing his hands the freedom to play with her body. As she felt him begin a slow rhythmic pumping she felt the initial twangs of pain from his entrance turning to warm radiating pleasure. His hands cupped her beasts kneading and squeezing them in unison. By the time his fingers found her nipples she was panting and mumbling how good it felt to have him use her ass. His tempo was picking up rapidly, he never lasted as long in this position, as he pulled hard at her nipples, twisting and pinching as he rolled them back and forth. She knew he came the second he pushed into to her all the way and one of his hands flew to her swollen clit. As she felt him spasm deep inside her he rolled her clit and moaned for her to cum. In a second her body exploded as lights flashed across her closed eyelids and she cried out collapsing on the bed. He lay slowly thrusting in and out until they had both caught their breath before he removed himself from her. As he rose he landed one sharp slap across her sweating cheeks and said now bathe me slut, your Master is sweaty and needs to be cleaned.