3 comments/ 43850 views/ 6 favorites Protect & Serve By: blueyedheartbandit The bar was one of those seedy little places that you hear about but are always afraid to go into, especially alone. Well, I figured what the hell, why not? I had grown up around bikers and the like and very little scared me anymore. I had been married before to an abusive asshole that I hated, divorced him and left him with permanent memories of me in the way of two broken kneecaps. That fucker would think of me every day for the rest of his life. The other sot I had married some years later was just a pussy, he didn’t know how to handle me at all and in no time at all I had him broken and it just wasn’t fun anymore. Tonight I was looking to play. In case you didn’t know this about me, I am very much into S & M, sado-masochism for you vanilla folks out there. I enjoy giving pain, it’s the high light of my life to have someone under me screaming for mercy while I am cutting or basically beating the shit out of them. Oh, and one more thing, I’m a woman. Anyway, I walked into this bar like I always do, I’m a pretty big girl, six feet tall and built like an Amazon, so I walk like I own everything around me. Right away I see that there is great potential for me here, a couple of sleazy looking women and about six men are hanging out. I stroll up to the bar and order a double shot of tequila and a beer. I turn with my back to the bar and study the people here. I mentally discard the men, they aren’t what I’m looking for tonight and quite frankly, the two women make my stomach turn, so I settle back to wait, hoping something more interesting will show up before long. As my night wears on, I decided to play pool with one of the guys. Now this is a fine specimen of maleness if I do say so myself. He’s my height, maybe a bit taller, with a smooth shaved head and the bluest eyes I have ever seen. He has that innocent boy next door look going on until you meet those stunning eyes…they tell me a whole different story. He’s dressed in tight black jeans, a black T-shirt and has this tiny little flogger on a key ring hanging from his left front pocket. My eyes instantly light up, I know about flagging and this could be fun. We shoot a couple of games of pool, bullshit quite a bit and are in the middle of an intense staring contest when the door to the bar flies open. At the same time we both turn to look (damn, wonder who would have won that contest anyway?). In walks a couple of college kids, a girl and a couple of guys. A slow smile spreads across my face as I study the girl. Oh yes indeed, she is exactly what I have been looking for. You can tell they are already loaded, after all, this is a “bad” bar, they had to get some liquid courage to come in here as it was. My new friend and I watch as they go up to the bar and order some beer, the guys doing the usual punching each other crap while the girl sort of hangs back. I am not impressed by the males and begin to watch HER intently. She’s lovely, dark brown hair that falls over her shoulders, big brown eyes and a nice tan. Looking at her a little closer, I see that she’s not just drunk…she’s on something. As I stand there, she suddenly takes notice of me. I watch as she slowly raises one hand to her breasts and begins to rub the nipple through the clothe of her shirt, her eyes meeting mine. It dawns on me; she’s taken X (again for you vanilla’s out there, extasy is a highly dangerous potent drug that induces euphoria, everything feels good). This does not bother me in the least; before I’m done with her she will be glad of it. I walk over to her after tossing my pool cue onto the table and crowd her just to see what she will do. Well blow me away; she doesn’t move away; instead she rubs the front of her body against my side as I reach for my beer. Now I know how good leather feels against bare skin and even through my chaps and jeans I can feel how hot her pussy is. I tap one of the boys on the shoulder. When the dumb ape turns around, I point blank ask him, “Is this yours?” pointing to the girl. He shakes his head at me, eyes wide. “No…I don’t know who she is. We just picked her up and brought her along for the ride.” “Good,” I say, “Cause I’m taking her with me.” With that done, I grab the girl by the arm and lead her out the door, throwing a look of slight regret at my pool partner who is watching me with amused eyes. Oh well, I’ll come back for him another night. Now the ride home was fun, the damn girl wouldn’t keep her hands off me, and before I got her back to my place my shirt was ripped open and the fly of my jeans was undone with her little hands digging into my pussy. I finally managed to get her back under control with a well-timed backhand to her mouth. After getting out of the car, I opened her door and grabbed her by the hair, jerking her out and up to the door behind me. She fell to her knees as I pulled her into the house and I figured fuck it and just drug her along behind me into my special room. All this time she kept making little grunting noises and moans until I finally turned around to look at her. She had one of her hands buried in her pussy and the other one looked as if it would rub her nipple off. I shook my head and sighed, we couldn’t have that just yet. Judging by the way her hand was pistoning in and out of her dripping cunt I knew she was about to orgasm so I waited until she was right on the edge and I punched her square in the face. Now don’t get all fired up, it wasn’t a hard hit, just enough to snap her head back and refocus her eyes on me. Okay, okay, it was hard, her lips split but I had her attention again. I smiled down at her and watched as comprehension dawned for about a second before the next wave of the drug hit her. I stripped out of my clothes and using a favorite boot knife of mine, cut her out of hers. With ease I hoisted her up onto my bed and crawled up her body. She was laying flat on her back so it was easy to tie her hands and feet to the bedposts. She was writhing under me as I licked her breasts, such perky pretty things they were too. I couldn’t help it any more; I bit her, taking her whole nipple into my mouth and clamping down hard enough to leave teeth prints. She bucked up under me, grinding her pussy against my knee as I wedged it tighter against her. She tasted so good in my mouth I knew I had to slow down or it would be over before it really began. I licked a path down her body, she was a small one, she couldn’t have been around maybe 5’5” tall, but that suited me fine. When I got to her pussy, I found it dripping wet. A second before my tongue found her clit I shoved three fingers into her and had to stop with surprise. She was a virgin. Now that gave me pause for a moment and I sat back on my heels to study her. The poor girl was in throes of heat, she wiggled and jerked, moaning softly, begging for more and I was having an attack of conscious. With a shrug I figured what the hell. Instead of finger fucking her, I began to eat her out, teasing her clit with the tip of my tongue, tracing little patterns against it, finally having to hold her hips down as she ground into my mouth. She smelled so pure, and tasted so sweet on my tongue, so this was innocence. I noticed how her body was positively humming beneath my hands and I could hear her breathing getting harsh. I pulled back slightly and flicked my tongue rapidly over just the tip of her clit where it poked out. Suddenly her back arched and she let out a scream that sent me nose deep into her pussy. Her cum washed out of her throbbing cunt and into my mouth and I sucked deeply from her, pushing my tongue as deep into her as I could get to lap out all her juices. Her body quaked and throbbed under my hands and face for what seemed like ages. “Very well done, my pet.” The voice from behind me had me spinning around, my face still wet with her juices. Instantly I slid off the bed to the floor and put my forehead to the floor inches from His boots. “Thank you, my Lord, she is ready now. I have a treat for You, Sir, she is a virgin.” I whispered softly. The bald man from the pool hall smiled down at me and stroked my hair gently a second before he grasped a handful and used it to pull me to my feet. I closed my eyes in ecstasy as he leaned in close and delicately sniffed at my face, letting his tongue dart out and taste her cum on my lips. He let go of my hair and I began to undress Him, licking and kissing my way down His body. When I had Him fully naked, I stayed on my knees and began to worship His cock. My god, He was so hard in my mouth. I rolled my eyes up to look at Him as He held my head steady and I noticed Him studying the girl. I knew that gleam in His eyes and it made me want Him even more. I doubled my efforts and was rewarded when He suddenly thrust me away from Him, shaking His head at me. “Not yet, my pet. I want to enjoy the fruits of your labors first.” The girl on the bed came around to her senses enough to stare at Him. He was so graceful as He climbed up the bed and knelt in between her legs. “Do you know where you are?” He asked her. She shook her head “no”. He began to tease one of her nipples lightly until it beaded up for Him, and then He pinched it hard. The girl’s back bowed up but she still met His eyes. “I am going to fuck you, little girl. And I will fuck you as hard and as long as I please in any manner that I please, do you understand me?” The girl nodded, unable or unwilling to speak. “And while I am doing that, you will satisfy my pet. Have you ever had a woman lover?” She shook her head “no”. He smiled. “You will catch on quickly I’m sure.” He looked over his shoulder at me. “Turn her over and tie her so that her pretty little ass is high up for Me, pet, and so that she can bury that face of hers in your sweet pussy.” I did as told, untying her hands and ankles long enough for me to flip her over and retie her feet as far apart as I could. She never struggled as I then made her bend her arms so that she could rest up on her elbows I tied a length of rope around each wrist and then around the back of her neck so that she couldn’t straighten out her arms, then tied her elbows to her legs. Basically, she had nowhere to go. She had freedom of movement in her head, but not much. I looked at my Lord. He nodded and I slipped underneath her head, pushing her face down into my already sopping wet pussy. It took her a minute to figure out what to do, but she quickly caught on and began to lick my clit gently. I watched Him as He knelt between her spread legs. I grabbed the back of her head and held her still as with one clean thrust, He buried His cock fully within her tight pussy. My cunt muffled her scream and I came hard against her open mouth. He gripped her hips tightly, meeting my eyes as He forced His way in and out of her unwilling body. I didn’t care about her anymore; she was just a vessel for my Lord to use. I held her head still and rubbed my pussy hard against her mouth until she stopped screaming and began licking again. The smell of fear and excitement in the air grew thicker and heavier. I knew when she went back into the drug haze because I could let go of her head and she ate my cunt like it was her favorite treat. Master fucked her pussy hard and without mercy. He pulled His cock all the way out and slammed it into her again and again, making her whole body rock against the restraints, each inward thrust sending her face rocking against my pussy. We never lost eye contact as He fucked her. It didn’t take long before He pulled out of her and pushing down on her hips, I watched as He lined up His cock with her asshole. I gripped her hair tight enough to make her squeak and jerked a handful hard as he suddenly thrust in as hard and fast as He could into her virgin ass. Her screams were most satisfying to us both as He began to ream her out and good. I lifted her face from my cunt and slid out from under her, dropping her head down into a puddle of my juices without a second thought. I crawled around the side of her and watched Master’s cock sliding in and out of her tight ass. Her skin on her hips was bruising from His tight grip, his fingers leaving white imprints that turned bright red instantly. I reached up and slapped her ass hard enough to leave a flaming handprint and was satisfied when she jerked back against Him. He looked down at me with approval. I reached under her and began to tease her clit. I knew at this point she was unwilling, she was nearly dry. But it didn’t take long before the drugs in her body made her eager again. I leaned over the side of the bed and picked up one of my favorite toys, a ten-inch long, two-inch wide dildo. Carefully, I began to slide it up into her cunt. It didn’t take long before Master and I had worked out a rhythm that suited us both. He pounded away at her ass, harsh moans and grunts escaping His lips as I slid the toy deep into her pussy. I knew he could feel it between the thin membrane that separated her ass and cunt. With a flick of two fingers I turned the vibrator on and came on myself as they both jerked and bucked. The girl tried to get away, either from the pain or the pleasure and Master growled in His throat as He jerked her to Him just as He thrust into her again. The only sounds now were His balls slapping against the vibrator in her cunt and the harsh cries He made along with the girl’s sobbing. I knew He was getting close as His speed increased and He began to rake His nails down her back, leaving bloody furrows behind. The girl thrashed against Him, each movement of her body driving him on as she tried to escape. He reached up and grabbed a handful of her hair and used it to move her body back and forth as he slammed into her. I watched with excitement, as He got ready to cum, my fingers playing with my pussy. Abruptly he pulled out of her and taking his cock in one hand, he jerked my head to him; He came into my open mouth. “There…my little…cum slut…” He ground out as He shot His load down my throat. I gurgled and cooed happily as I swallowed it all, lovingly licking the tip of His cock to make sure I got it all. Master moved from behind her and sat on the bed, pulling me onto his lap and wrapping me up in His arms. He tasted some of His cum on my lips when He kissed me, but He didn’t seem to mind. He stroked my hair gently and whispered, “You have done well, my pet, I am pleased.” It wasn’t long after that that I cleaned the girl up and dressed her in some of my old clothes. I got her loaded up in my car and managed to get her aware enough to tell me where she lived. Whistling a happy tune I drove over to the college dorms and once there I went in and had one of the girls call security. When the car arrived, I turned to the officer and told him, “My name is Officer Katherine Means, I found this girl wondering up and down the street outside of McRory’s Pool Hall. She told me she lived here, but to be honest with you, I’m not sure. She’s on something and looks like she may have been beaten up.” I let the other cop take over and I went back home, eager to see Master…as the nights games had just begun. I do not condone rape in any form, nor do I condone the use of any type of drugs to get what you want...this story is a fantasy of mine and not intended to help ANYONE to do harm to another. Protect and Serve The whoop of the sirens make my stomach dip and my heart thuds heavy as I use my blinker, beginning to navigate over to the curb. What did I do? Tears that were held in check before now begin to fall freely. It's the middle of the night, and no one else is on the road. Did I forget to signal? Was I speeding? I can't remember what I've been doing, so lost in my own mind - I was driving to clear my head, but it hadn't worked. I climbed from bed barely dressed to drive the ocean cliffs and try to calm myself, try to become sleepy. Now I shiver as I roll down the window before turning off the ignition - it is much too cold for my state of undress. I hope he doesn't notice I am barefoot. Fuck. "Ma'am. License and registration please." The voice is deep and harsh, I turn away with the excuse of obeying. I dig through my glove box, easily finding my insurance and registration, and then it hits me. I didn't bring anything, including my wallet. I feel the blood drain from my face, the tears well again. I am just so fucked. I duck my head and dry my cheeks, then straighten my spine and hold out the paperwork. "I forgot my license. I'm so sorry, I know the number if you-" "Step out of the car, Ma'am. Hands where I can see them." I am suddenly frozen, unsure of how to proceed. Dangling with uncertainty. Fuck. Fuck shit fuck. Move. I snap out of it, dropping the ignored scraps of paper and raising my hands in front of my face. I slowly move my left hand toward the door, bracing myself for any possibility, tension in my every muscle. The handle gives and I take what feels like forever to push it all the way open. Left foot, then pushing out with my right, fighting to stay balanced without using my hands. He shuts the door as I wobble out of the way. Finally I am standing, and I find myself facing the man who has ordered me before him. He is beautiful. Or, that's what my body immediately whispers. It is hard to say what might make a man beautiful, but he is stunning, cold and angles, firm and present. I feel like I am staring at a glacier - immovable, centuries old, brutally untouchable. My mouth is dry, my nipples are pebbled. The salty breeze suddenly feels like a caress and the hairs on my skin stand up to reach for more sensation. "Turn around and place your hands on the roof." I notice the bass rumble in his voice has an answering throb in my gut. "Now." Quieter, more threatening than if he'd shouted. I was still staring but now I flee, turning so abruptly I am glad to have the car to catch me. I absently give thanks that I washed it yesterday, as my hands rest on the damp but clean surface. "Spread your legs. Wider." I feel him step up behind me, he throws off such heat. How can someone so cool be so hot? "Lean forward. More." He finally reaches up and pushes between my shoulder blades until I find my cheek pressing against the cool glossy paint. My back tingles where his hand is firmly planted. My cunt begins to throb. "I'm going to search you, not that you have much room to hide anything. Where the hell are you going without clothes on?" I rolled out of bed without putting anything on but a slinky robe - enough to be decent on the dash to and from my vehicle, but not stand up to scrutiny. I am hyper aware that my bare breasts are one false move away from parting the fabric and freeing themselves at my precarious angle. "Nowhere." It comes out as a whisper. I lick my lips and try again. "I was just driving, I wasn't going anywhere." His hand lightens on my back. Does he trail his fingers over my sensitive skin on purpose? Am I imagining the energy I feel zipping from his palm? His hand slips to the side and runs over the shape of my waist, down my hip, pauses. I hear his boots on the gravel beneath us, as he shifts to stand between my feet. I am shivering harder now, despite no sense of being cold. His other hand takes a matching hold on my hip, and then they are both moving upward, passing over my shoulders, running up my arms. Down down down the ticklish and sensitive insides, slowing to inspect the indent of my underarms, then passing lightly along the sides of my breasts to travel back down my sides. His boots creak as he crouches behind me, pads running along my outer thighs, then tracing the curve of my calves. "Not even the sense to wear shoes." I hear something other than disapproval, but can't pin the emotion. Suddenly I am holding my breath as he passes his hands up the insides of my legs, in agony of anticipation as he comes to my thighs, but then a gush of air releases as grazes my ass and up my back. Am I disappointed? The path of his exploration meets the nape of my neck and then fingers are pushing into my hair, inspecting my scalp, lightly tugging my head back. I contain a whimper. This, my body cries, more. I am barely able to contain my pleading. My head is released and it lolls to the side. His hands roughly pat down my front, collarbone, chest, efficiently judging the weight and shape of my engorged and throbbing breasts, tapping over my aching nipples, chasing my nerves down my abdomen, to where the riot of sensation seems to originate. I feel my breath sawing in and out and know it must be audible. His hands still low on my belly, thumbs coming to rest and wrap around my hips. "Why were you crying?" "I am lonely," is out before I knew it was the answer. "I can't sleep and I need..." I don't know what the rest of the words are, because his hands are tugging of the sash of the robe and slipping inside to touch my flesh. Yes. Oh thank you God. "I'm here now." He pauses until I swallow and nod, acknowledging the truth of the matter. He is here and I am not lonely anymore, though I still need... what do I need? What do you need? I realize he has spoken when the refrain in my head continues. "I need you to touch me. Make me come." A second later he is sliding his hand under my silly panties and cupping my soft curls. His large and weathered palm presses against my mound as the digits reach further, completely covering my swollen lips. He is so still, and I am so close. My hips wriggle on their own accord and he immediately pulls his hand away. Sharply, he growls. "No. I will give you what you need, but you cannot take what you want. Turn around." I pres myself upright and shake the hair out of my face before I turn. Again I am struck by his face and figure. His presence dominates the space, making my tall and lush form seem practically dainty in comparison. His gaze falls and I remember that I am exposed to his eyes now, the robe covering only my arms and brushing my sides. My eyelid flutter shut. My panties are so wet I doubt he has any trouble making out the intimate details of my pussy lips, I can feel his stare there now. My skin feels fevered and it is all I can do not to beg. "Take them off." My hands caress my sides and feel like lovers as I step out of the soaked underwear. I hold them in my hand, uncertain what to do with them. Throw them in the window? They are tugged away and I watch him stuff them in a back pocket. I wonder if they will soak through. Suddenly I am being lifted, and my limbs contract instinctively, trying to gain purchase. As my legs wrap over his ass, I get a sense of hard muscle beneath them before I am deposited none-too-gracefully on the warm hood. The soft fabric of the robe is pinned under my bottom, and pulled off my shoulder to puddle at the elbows. I am braced on my arms, breast thrust toward the stars, thighs parted with my bare feet on the bumper. My core is pulsing and I tip my head back, reveling in the luxury of such openness. I hear the waves crashing below us, notice the quiet whisper of the air through the nearby plants. It feels like there is no one else on earth. "You may not come until I say so. You won't like it if I have to punish you." My chest throbs at the very suggestion. Who knew I was such a sucker for authority. He bends, runs his lips down my inner thigh until he is a breath away from my white heat. He exhales slowly through his open mouth and I whimper. He rubs his nose over my downy mound and I gasp. He places a kiss at the juncture of my leg and I swear I will pay him back. Then, I am devoured. His mouth is everywhere, teeth scraping the petals, tongue lapping my clit, lips sucking the folds. He drives a finger into my hole and I rear off the car. I can barely contain my orgasm, but I want so much to please him. "Please Sir, I can't..." "You can," he mutters into my wet flesh. Two fingers saw into me now and his mouth claims every inch of my needy cunt. Juice drips down the crack of my ass and I can feel a damp circle forming on the cloth beneath me. I'm shaking, trying so hard to contain myself. It's just so good, so much better than I can remember ever feeling, I need... "Come, Love." I am set free. My body splinters into fragments of light, I burst from my shell and become one with the universe. My whole form goes limp, shuddering under his knowing seduction, twitching with the last throbs of pleasure. My eyes close and my breathing begins to slow. Thank you, thank you, thank you. I hear the metallic clicking of his belt, then the rasp of his zipper. I feel myself floating as he leans over me. "Look at me." I try to clear the lethargy and turn my head back towards him. His face is in shadow now, but I am moved as before. He holds my gaze for a moment, then captures my lips in a kiss that stirs my very soul. Teasing, seducing, laving, nipping, our mouths fuse in a dance as old as time. His shaft brushes between my legs, and I tip for him as he draws his hips back, letting the head drag over my clit and down, down, till... oh. Oh. Fuck, yes, I am coming again as he firmly presses inside. He thrusts twice until he is seated to the hilt in my messy cunt. He breaks the kiss, resting his forehead on mine. "You came." "I'm sorry." "No you're not," he fucks me into the car, hard and deep, rubbing inexorably against my clit each time, never letting up. I grind back, my next climax just out of reach. "What can I do to make it up to you?" I find my voice is confident and playful, so unexpected. I feel his grin. "I'm sure I'll... think... of... something." His movements slow until he is pulling all but the tip from my greedy slit, then driving through me. In the back of my mind I know I am bruising, but I can't help reveling in the domination of my rag doll body. "You're close, but hold it till I say. Hold it." His hands slip under my head and thread through my hair, pulling my scalp till my neck is forced open and my chin tips to the sky. "Hold it." Gruff words against my ear, the lobe is laved and sucked before he trails down my throat. My body bows. His teeth scrap my skin. "Now." He bites as he finishes the word, holding the taught chord of muscle with his teeth like a stallion mounting a skittish mare and I convulse again under his mastery. Every nerve inflames and then smoulders, my bones feel like jello. I hear his grunts as he empties his molten load deep, roping over the entrance to my womb. My feet slip and I am held up only by his weight, pinning me to the cooling metal. His teeth have softened but he is still nibbling on my neck as though he wished for fangs to drain my body. My eyes close. It will be dawn soon, and I will sleep like a baby. Did we make a baby? The thought shoots through me and my eyes spring open. I can feel the hot liquid leaking down my ass crack, and my eye close again. Maybe. I wont know for weeks, what will I do if his seed has been planted in me? In my heart a voice whispers, it is done. I sigh at the thought. As if reading my mind, he lifts his head and catches my gaze. "Mine." I nod. He is my mate, I am his. He smiles grimly. "You need your sleep." I nod again. He pulls back and the semen gushes out, my flesh contracting in a futile attempt to keep him. Standing, he brusquely tucks his softening cock back into the starchy pants and zips, refastening his belt. He holds out a hand and gently helps me to my feet, then tugs the shoulders of the robe back up, wrapping and tying me in. I feel the threat and promise in his movements as the sash tightens around my ribs, a tug after it is taut. My cunt weeps more down my legs. "You will not wear panties again, and you will not use any birth control from now on." My head dips in acknowledgement. My mind is racing, he has marked me, he is trying to knock me up. He guides me back to my door then stills me before I climb in. His hand runs over my stomach and he whispers in my ear, "I'm going to fuck you on all fours when your belly is too big to let me in. I can't wait." My knees almost give out as he presses a kiss to my cheek, then I'm being pushed into my seat. "Buckle up. Drive safe. No more daydreaming." I start the car mechanically. The drive is automatic, and as I pull into the driveway I notice the headlights that have followed me turning away. I sleepwalk to my bed, shuck the robe, climb beneath the covers nude. My hand parts the swollen and sticky folds. The desire to rub his load over my cunt is sharp, but I know better than to come without permission. I waited so long, but now I have finally been claimed.