1 comments/ 26105 views/ 4 favorites The Chase By: MrDeviant "Damn," he thought as he slammed on his breaks, spun the wheel and slid the car sideways. His flash red Dodge Daytona Shelby's wheels spin leaving marks as he hauls ass to avoid getting caught for going multiples of the speed limit. The cop tries hard to stay on his ass and is doing a good job of it, he never sees the driver but he can recall his scanner not picking up any traffic about a pursuit or roadblock to stop him. The pursuit lasts for at least 90 minutes and winds up in the deep woods of upper state New York. Finally, gun drawn, both cars nearly out of gas, a cop steps from her pursuit car. 6' 2" tall, wearing 3" heels, long, golden tresses flowing down her back, enormous breasts jutting out in front of her, the cop steps carefully from the car. "Don't move, don't even breathe," she says. "Yes Ma'am," his only reply. The cop, a stickler for discipline, follows procedure to the letter. After he is out of the car and has his legs and arms spread wide and at an angle that does not allow quick movement, she reads him his rights. "I can't get a ticket for this," he thinks, "I will lose my license and most likely my job since I won't be able to drive." He lets the officer know this and that he will do anything to avoid the legal consequences of his speeding. "Hmmmmmm," she thinks, "wonder if he really means it or not." She decides to find out. "What is your name sir," she asks. "My name is Jonathan, officer," he says. "Well Jonathan, if you wish to avoid some serious jail time, the loss of your car and perhaps your anal virginity in jail to some guy named Bubba, I recommend you do as I say," she forcefully intones. "Yes Ma'am," he says. "Not Ma'am slave, Mistress," she says, "Am I clear?" "Yes Mistress," he says. "I am in trouble," he thinks. His arms are suddenly pulled from behind him forcing him to fall face forward on the hot surface of his cars engine hood. His hands are locked behind him and he is anxious awaiting his new blue suited Mistress' orders. "So," she says, apparently to noone of import, "you wish to be let go without paying the consequences do you?" Of course, the consequences are the most immediate thing on his mind at the moment. The only question is will he be able to withstand her particular version of the consequences or should he just relent and let her take him in and face the music. The officer, a submissive man's wet dream cum true, grabs him by the collar and hauls him into the woods. He is too shocked to answer her query; she prods him in such a way as to elicit a response from him at last. "Owwwwwww," he screams as he is struck from behind with a birch rod." "I asked you a question slave. And I expect my slaves to answer me in a timely manner," she hisses at him. "No Mistress," he replies most subserviently. "No what slave," she says. "No Mistress I am not looking to avoid the consequences," he says, his eyes lowered and face downcast as he says it. "Your Mistress is glad," she says, "because you may wish you had chosen the legal consequences after I am through with you slut." She leads him off into the deep woods and there she puts him on his knees. "You will do as you are told if you wish to live. Am I understood slave," she intones forcefully. "Yes Mistress," his most subservient and only reply. She commands him to strip fully in front of her and then takes his clothes back to the car, after first telling him to kneel and keep his head down and eyes closed. She locks his clothes in the back of the car and proceeds to find all the things she needs to handle her new slave properly. The officer, like most officers, has a penchant for bondage, discipline and domination. Slowly, from a hidden compartment she, herself, built into the cruiser she takes a long length of nylon rope, a blindfold, a phallic shaped gag, a collar with numerous d-rings, a fairly good size anal plug, cuffs, a cock & ball harness, shapeable ear plugs and a set of nipple clamps. Slowly, deliberately, taunting him, she puts him into bondage. Starting with a simply blindfolding she works her way around him. Jonathan breathes in hard as a foot is applied to his back and the knots he barely felt around his arm and wrists are tightened forcefully. Next, a collar is attached to his neck and his arms are attached to one of the d-rings in the collar. His arms are immediately tight but he grins and bears it. Further, by way of humiliating him, his new Mistress attaches a cock and ball harness to him and tightens it to its smallest. His balls are enlarged, swollen and feeling some pain, but somehow he actually likes it. Mistress then says, that he is gonna to lose a few more of his senses as she then places the ear plugs in him good and tight then proceeds to stick a hard rubber phallus into his mouth. A rope is attached to a d-ring in the front of his collar and he is led through the woods stumbling and feeling the pain as each branch he runs into catches him as he walks into it then is whacked in the ass by it as it is freed. "I am giving myself a birching," he thinks. Jonathan feels the every red mark as it seemingly explodes on his ass. He also feels the pain of the branches catching on his scrotal sack. It feels as if someone is trying to tear them off. The only question is, "Am I doing it to myself or is she? Is Mistress?" He suddenly runs into his Mistress and is rewarded with a backhand across his gagged and blindfolded face. The shock rattles his teeth. "Slut!" she says, "Be more careful damn it!!!" Mistress takes the rope, holding the end tied to the d-ring, and tosses the other end over a very high branch. Jonathan, no longer thinking of himself by that name but rather slave, feels himself hauled brutally off his feet to stand on just the very toes of his feet. The birch rod across his ass causes him to leap forward thereby pressing his cock into the rough bark of the tree he is tied to. The slave he has become cries out without any remorse, hesitation or regret. Basically, he screams for all he is worth. Mistress gives him a thrashing he will definitely never forget. He is beaten with the rod from the soles of his feet to the nape of his neck. The marks upon his body are numerous, but they will heal rapidly as they are not deep. Mistress covers his body with an ointment after beating him. He is sore beyond all he could have ever dreamed he could be. But his ordeal is just starting. Suddenly she pulls out her gun, he hears the slide being pulled then snapping back, and shoots the rope holding him suspended on only his toes. He collapses to the ground in a heap, but rest is not forthcoming. Mistress yanks his leash and he is forced forward, stumbling, and led to the police cruiser. Mistress chains him in the back making certain to gag him properly, tie him in such a position on the floor as not to be seen by passerbys and parks his car deep in the woods, covering it to hide it from prying eyes. As Mistress drives she speaks to him in a quiet, shy, almost demure voice. But what she says is nothing of the sort. She goes on to tell her new slut that there is a brotherhood among all police officers, but the women police officers have a sisterhood most would never dream of. "The Defenders of Male Submissiveness." The name evolves a contradiction in his mind, as if most men would surely choose to be submissive. He laughs within his gag. His view changes when at last they arrive at their destination and his blindfold is finally removed. Still, barely unable to hear through the plugs in his ears, he is slow to respond when another female officer orders him to his knees. That slowness costs him dearly. His back is nearly split in twain when the birch rod hits him full force there. He drops to his knees in unadulterated pain; the fire without is almost white hot in its intensity. Mistress kisses his lips in as unbridled passion as she crops him to get him to move faster. She rapes his mouth with her tongue, forces his obeisance with every taste of her lips upon his makes his cock rampant and uses it to please her well. For this, what is a little pain? Or a lot? The scene that follows his introduction to the household is beyond his wildest dreams--or nightmares! The Mistresses show him his new home, at least for now, a stable, a barn for horses and slut slaves like him. His eyes widen as he realizes that the stalls are lined with shackles of all shapes and sizes, but that none of them are made for the horses but rather the men and women inside them. "I am beyond all help," he thinks, " I can go no lower. Or if I can I don't think I wish to know how." Inside the largest of the stalls he is led, a stall containing both a man and a woman totally nude and chained to each other, their violent, animalistic, lovemaking cum bondage session is interrupted when he is led within. "Slut," the Mistress begins, "I'd like you meet your newest teachers." His eyes widen further as he realizes what is about to begin. The chained sluts will teach him to be a slut, both will use him and abuse him however they wish; both knowing full well that it is no less than what their Mistresses want, what they will do to their newest piece of property, of ass, of their newest slut. What comes next he can not describe. All he really knows is that the experiences, all weirder and more depraved then even the great Marquis de Sade ever dreamed of, were used to control him, mold him--to make him an ever greater slut, to lose all of his physical, moral and experiential preconceptions. It seems like this is his life forever. These lovely Amazonian police officers of such moral depravity have just begun. His screams and moans of ecstasy are heard long into the night and the next day, though noone is around to hear them. The place to where our hero has been taken is somewhere well beyond the realm of safety. "The Chateau," named after the infamous Chateau written about by Pauline Reage, lies way out in farm country hundreds of miles from the nearest neighbor and even further from the nearest city. Further, the farm is a working farm--although there are no pack animals here at all--men and women take their place completely. In the morning, after a most thoroughly exhausting evening, our hero recognizes this. But that is another story... The Chase Lindsay awoke to the sound of a distant police siren cutting through the night like a banshee's shrill wail. He lay in the darkness of the tiny motel room for a few confused moments with his arm across his face, forgetting where he was, why he was there. Memories returned and with them came the cold grip of fear. He quickly lunged over to turn on the lamp, assuring himself there was nothing else in the room. The dull light showed he was sprawled across the old, worn bed still in his underwear after a much needed shower. With a groan, he sat up and held his throbbing head in his hands. He had only meant to stay for a few hours when he had checked into the isolated, rundown motel earlier that afternoon. The motel might have been modern and serviceable when it was built decades ago, but without the highway traffic to support it the place had fallen into disrepair. The bathroom and bed were clean if dilapidated and dingy, but Lindsay hardly noticed. He was exhausted, physically and mentally. He had been running for so long, interminably fleeing his every waking moment until he could barely remember his life before this nightmare had started. There were still some recollections in of the past buried in his sleep-deprived mind if he made the effort to dig them out: a decent, sedentary job as a computer programmer, no worries greater than his rent and car payments, blissful ignorance of what existed out there in the shadows of the so-called real world. His money was running low, his bank account almost gone and his credit cards nearly maxed out, but he had to pay to stay in motels even for the inadequate rest he stole during the day. He couldn't afford to be taken in or detained by the police or highway patrol for even a few hours. Constant, headlong flight was his only chance. He swung off the bed and staggered to the bathroom, his throat parched. In the stark, fluorescent light, Lindsay stared at himself in the dull mirror. Healed scratches were barely visible lines across the bare skin of his neck, torso and arms. He had lost weight, he couldn't remember his last decent meal. He couldn't remember how long he had been running, whether weeks or months had passed, but it had hardened him, mentally and physically, forcing him to find resilience and strength he had never known he possessed. He splashed tepid water across his unshaven face and drank handfuls until his throat no longer felt sore. He had to leave at once. The day was his only chance for rest, he had to keep moving once it was night. Lindsay walked swiftly back out to the bedroom, but before he could grab his travel-stained duffle bag and tug on his wrinkled jeans and shirt, the locked and bolted door of the motel room swung open. She stood there. Lindsay had known who it was before the door opened, there was no one else it could be. A small, slender figure standing poised in the doorway in a baggy leather jacket and tight, black miniskirt, leather gloves on her hands and an expensive purse slung over her shoulder. Silvery-white hair, wild and unruly, was cut short in back and draped over in the front, hiding half her face. The silvery color of the tresses looked like a bad dye-job, though Lindsay knew it wasn't. Pale, smooth skin shown luminescent in the dim lamplight. "Hi," she said simply and walked inside. She wore a tight pink top under the jacket and her skirt clung to curving hips, below elegant legs were outlined in black fishnet stockings. "You're slowing down, Lindsay. You didn't get nearly as far today," her voice was musical and entrancing with an accent that might have been Irish but was actually something far, far older. Her head turned toward him, Lindsay knew she could see perfectly well even with her hair hanging in front of her face. He stood frozen in terror, unable to move or make a sound. "Maybe you're letting me catch up. Did you think about that?" she asked him, tossing aside the purse and shrugging off her jacket. Her firm breasts were clearly displayed by the meager half-top that left her sleek belly bare. Her skirt rode very low on her hips and Lindsay knew the only thing she wore underneath was her stockinghose. "Maybe you're finally getting tired of trying to get away. You can't you know. No human male can escape a Mahdron Sidhe." Sidhe. Lindsay hadn't known what one was before he met her. Wouldn't have known to pronounce it 'she'. Wouldn't have believed the ancient legends which told of sinister faerie lovers who delighted in tormenting the men they chose as partners. "Stay away," Lindsay croaked, finally able to speak and move, edging toward his duffle bag. "Just stay back, Sifania." She ignored him, walked over to the bed and took a jumping seat on it, testing its springs with several bounces of her bottom. "I have some bread and biscuits, sorry cookies I mean, if you want to have something to eat first," she offered him. Lindsay knew better than to eat any food offered by a faerie. At least all those computer role playing games had taught him something about myths. He never would have had the chance to run at all if he had consumed anything she ever prepared for him. She was pulling off her gloves and kicking off her boots, tucking her stockinged legs underneath herself on the bed. Her hands small and slender but her fingers were inhumanly long and they had wickedly sharp claws on them. She turned her head up to him and her disorderly hair tilted to the side, from the nose down she could have been a beautiful, human woman, pert nose, perfect, heart-shaped lips and a slender chin. Behind her hair and above the line of her nose, she was a monster, her eyes were feral, yellow pits of glowing malevolence, her brow curved forward and down where the bridge of her nose should have been, she had no eyebrows only only rows of small, sharp scaled ridges, it was a face reminiscent of a shark or some other sea creature even more ancient and vicious that had swam through primordial oceans. "You better eat something, you're going to need your strength," she told him, and her mouth split into a voracious smile, her glinting white teeth were double rows of jagged fangs. Lindsay made a wild lunge for his duffle bad and dragged out an old, rusted crowbar. It had been hard finding one that wasn't made from tempered steel. Gripping the crowbar in both hands, he brandished it at the slim, other-than-human woman sitting on the bed. She looked at him calmly, her delicate nostrils flaring as she caught the scent. "Pure cold iron. You are learning," she admitted. "No more silly guns and useless bullets. But that's not going to be enough to keep you from me." "I'm not letting you get close this time," Lindsay threatened. "I won't have to, Lindsay. You'll come to me," she said and rose up from the bed, turning her back to him and lifting her arms to pull her top off over her head. Lindsay's hands began to shake as the Sidhe began to undress. There was a row of short spines that led from the back of her neck and down between the shoulder blades of her smooth, gracefully muscled back, a bare back that would have looked very enticing without the inhuman spines. Then she turned around, her lips turned in small teasing smile and her arms crossed over her chest. She slowly dropped her hands and spread her arms apart and let him look at her without the slightest blush of embarrassment. He tried not to see the curves of her perky breasts or her translucent, flawless skin. He tried to remind himself what would happen if he let the crowbar drop and took her into his arms the way he was already longing to do. "I told you. No human male can escape a Sidhe," she said, undoing the button down the side of her skirt. It snapped free of her hips, leaving her in only her fishnet stockings and Lindsay knew he was lost. The crowbar fell from his hands to the floor as a horrible, unearthly desire filled him as he gazed at the enticing, snowy white thatch of hair between her thighs. Unable to stop himself, he strode forward and pulled her into a crushing embrace, burying his face into her silky hair. She sighed with pleasure and wrapped her arms around him, giving a squeeze in return with her claws digging into the muscles of his back. She pulled them both back toward the waiting bed and Lindsay felt himself respond to the soft luxury of her naked body. "No. Don't," grunted Lindsay through gritted teeth, even as he arms kept her close, but she was already dragging him onto the bed with her, pulling him down on top of her. She was much smaller than him but there was inhuman strength in her limbs. She easily scrapped off his underwear with nimble hands as she leaned back on the bed, her lithe, stocking-clad legs sliding up and wrapping around him. "Ah yes!!" Sifania gasped as she pulled at Lindsay with her arms and legs and the hard, throbbing erection he had not even been aware he had possessed suddenly slid into her warm, eager body. "No, God no," Lindsay groaned in answer, unable to stop himself from letting his weight sink completely onto her and driving himself all the way into her. Pleasure coursed through him as he arched above the feminine creature squirming under him, supernatural delight washing through his mind, trying to claw at his sanity and tear away his will. He might have been able to pull away in that first moment, but her fingers dug painfully into his shoulders and her legs were tense and clamped around his hips, allowing no chance to win his way free. There was only one other way to end the horrid, unearthly sensations that threatened to consume him. Desperately, he slid his hands under her smooth hips and took gripping handfuls of her bare, rounded bottom. He began to thrust with frantic haste, moving as fast and hard he could, the springs under their bodies complaining as the bedframe began to jump with his efforts. He closed his eyes, trying to trick himself into believing it was an ordinary woman under him, her warmth and softness the result of human passion and desire, not unearthly lust and faerie appetites. He almost succeeded, the swiftly growing ecstasy filing him as he tried to bring himself to climax before she could realize what he was doing. But then her small, supple body went taut under him and she pushed him back, her shocking, yellow eyes staring up at him from her frightening face with a malicious, knowing stare. "I don't think so," she gave him a fanged smile that chilled him to the bone. She tightened herself around his manhood until he gave a gasp of pain. He ignored the sudden, excruciating tightness and desperately drove harder at her, heaving himself within her embracing arms and legs, her fishnet stockings leaving red marks on his skin. Straining hard with his teeth gritted tight, he almost reached the edge of the release he sought but just as he was about to climax, she grabbed his head and dragged his face down into a deep kiss. Her mouth was very, very sweet, but her tongue was disturbingly thin and long. It snaked far into his mouth while the fork at its tip painfully pulled and tugged at his own tongue like a tiny, grasping hand. Far worse was the nearness of her eyes, now less than an inch away as they kissed, her golden, unnerving stare boring into his mind and keeping him from breaking their gaze or even closing his eyes. She stopped his climax, he did not know how, but just as he reached the point of agonizing, welcome relief, his body was stopped short, leaving him with only the distress and physical anguish of his unfulfilled effort. "You don't think I'll let you end it so quick, do you?" she broke the kiss to snarl into his ear. "You're not going to get away with doing that this time. Now move." The last word was spoken in the inhuman, musical language of faerie, but Lindsay knew what it meant even though he did not speak a word. That single utterance reached down into his being and made him start to move his hips, cycling them between her clutching thighs against his will as he laid himself across her body, unable to stop himself. "No. No, don't do this," Lindsay gasped, gripping the sides of the bed and trying to shove himself away even as he continued to forcefully thrust at her, the pressure and torment of his halted climax growing worse even as the anguish was mixed with a renewed pleasure from the velvety feel of her body, her stiff, aroused nipples pressing into his chest as she wiggled beneath him. "Mmmm, that's the way. Faster," she told him, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck, reaching far down to dig her claws into his back and drawing her knees up higher until they were almost under his arms. "Oh God," he groaned. The pain became much worse as his pumping increased in speed in response to her command, his hips going faster with each passing moment. He had heard the old stories of faerie music making humans who heard it dance until they died from exhaustion. Lindsay had another song filling his ears now, the lilting, feminine gasps and grunts of inhuman pleasure that goaded him on with an unearthly compulsion, forcing him to ignore his straining muscles and sexual anguish. He drove himself deep within her body until she was lifting up her back from the mattress, crying out his name in ecstacy, heedless of the obvious suffering in every tense line of his harshly rigid body above her, or perhaps she was aware but only more aroused by his pain. "Ah!AH!Oooohhh!!Don't stop!Don't stop!" she shouted. She pulled her stockinged legs up even higher and slid them around his arms until her slim ankles were resting on his shoulders in a limber, flexible pose which left her laying folded in half underneath him. The position had her thighs forcing him a little bit away from her but her hands still gripped his neck, keeping him in place as she smiled and gazed hungrily up at him, her disturbing yellow eyes fervent and voracious. Lindsay could not look away even though it horrified and unnerved him to stare at that inhuman, ecstatic face, her features a macabre combination of eerie beauty and monstrous horror. Part of him struggled to break free and escape and part of him intensely yearned for her in spite of his fear and torment. "AHHHH!!" she finally screamed as she climaxed, throwing her head back as tears of pure joy burst down her cheeks. Lindsay could feel her shuddering in his arms as pleasure washed through her. He was abruptly released from the faerie spell that compelled him to keep moving but not the one that prevented him from bringing an end to their coupling by ejaculating into her. He still moaned in relief as he was able to stop thrusting and collapsed on top of her, his rigid erection sore and throbbing and still buried deep within her. It hurt too much to try to draw it out and he could only lay there, gasping along with her as they both recovered their breath. "Mmmmm, that was nice," she eventually whispered and he felt her lips form into a wicked smile against the side of his neck. He felt a knowing chill of dread just before she pushed him over onto his back with a shove, keeping him inside of her as she sat up and straddled his body. "But we've only just begun," she grinned down at him, her accent thick as she ran her hands over his chest and dragged her fingers down so her claws left deep scratches in his skin. She began to lift herself up and drove her whole body weight down onto him. Lindsay yelled out, his aching manhood still trapped inside her warm, painfully tight channel as she plunged herself onto him. The excruciating pain of the sensation almost brought tears to his eyes and he had to clench his arms tightly at his sides, gritting his teeth against the anguish. "Stop it! Oh God, that hurts! STOP!" he groaned, knowing it was useless. She only smiled even wider and began to quicken her pace, sliding her soft thighs against his sides and heaving herself above him until the bed was swaying like a ship at sea. "I'm only just starting, you sweet man. We have a nice, long night ahead of us," she laughed and cried out with eager delight, suddenly tightening her body around his erection so fiercely the pain made Lindsay black out. He had drifted back and forth into consciousness while Sifania rode him on the bed for what felt like hours. She climaxed more times than he could count, biting and clawing at his body in her passion while she relentlessly used him. Her spell kept him hard and rigid, restraining him from releasing himself in a climax and the frustrated, throbbing torment had exhausted him worse than any of the exertions she made him perform for her enjoyment. The scratches, the bruises and the aching, horrible pain would have been bad enough, but Lindsay was assaulted by a growing longing and desire as the faerie woman used him. He could feel her will trying to force him to give into her, to yield to the seductive pleasures she offered that would end his suffering. But Lindsay resisted, sometimes barely holding on to his reason by his fingernails, until she finally decided to take a break from their efforts and take a shower, leaving him feeble and weak on the bed, his throbbing manhood still erect and painfully hard. The sound of the water running in the bathroom drew Lindsay out of his sore, fatigued stupor. Biting back a moan, he cautiously pushed himself up, all too aware that Sifania could hear even the slightest rustling of the sheets from the bathroom. He thought the echoing splashing of the water might be enough to cover the noise, and he slowly got to his feet, almost unable to support his weight and nearly falling to his knees. It was his chance, he realized, while she was refreshing herself in the shower. He had to escape, though he could not imagine how he was going to manage putting on a pair of pants over his aching manhood. But he had to leave before she started with him again, sometimes she would not stop using him until the dawn came. He was trying to mentally plan how he could dress himself and flee out the door without making any noise, when Lindsay suddenly realized he was standing in the doorway to the bathroom. He had walked over without meaning to, drawn there by the same unearthly compulsion which kept him hard and erect. His naked reflection in the mirror looked haggard, fresh new scratches covered a great deal of his torso, but Lindsay barely noticed, his eyes were drawn to the shower. Through the foggy glass doors, he could see her. Her lithe, slim body outlined through the glass, moving with a sensual, unnatural grace. His mind screaming insanely at him, but Lindsay walked over to the shower and slid the door open. She turned to face him, her hair wet and matted down, her inhuman, monstrous features starkly plain as rivulets of water glistened all over her alluring body. "Why hello," she said, gazing up at him with her sinister yellow eyes. Lindsay did not speak as he stepped into the shower and pushed her nude body back against the tiled wall. She let him lift her slender form up in his arms and with his mind still shrieking silently at him, he let her down onto his erection. "Uuhhh!" he groaned at her eager tightness. "Ahhh!!! Mmmmm," she murmured blissfully as he entered her. It was even more painful than before but he could not stop himself. He held her up off the floor pressed against the shower wall, her head leaning against him, the warm water running down her face, her eyes closed as she luxuriated in his embrace. "Let's finish this," he moaned against the side of her wet, dripping head, no longer resisting her, no longer fighting. "I'll do what you want." "Take us back to the bed," she whispered, her arms helping him as he held her under her buttocks and carried her, dripping and wet, back to the bedroom. She stared up at him as he carried her to the bed, her yellow eyes half suspicious, half aroused by his willingness. The Chase "Wait, take me this way," she said and with their bodies slick and wet, Sifania easily rotated completely around in his arms, never breaking their coupling as she turned until she was facing away from him, her toes brushing the ground while he wrapped his around her slim waist to support her. The sharp, short spines along her back added new cuts onto his chest, but he ignored them and pushed them both onto the mattress. Sifania went onto her hands and knees and Lindsay took hold of her hips. She peered back over her shoulder at him, a strand of wet hair falling across her inhuman face. "Now, do it now!AHHHH!!" she both ordered and pleaded, her words turning into a gasp of ecstacy as Lindsay immediately started to thrust himself into her. Their wet bodies made a loud smacking sound in the bedroom, and small, clear droplets of water flew from Sifania's silvery-white hair and pale skin as Lindsay's pounding rapdily increased in vigor. He kept at her for long minutes, not knowing if it was water from the shower or anguished tears streaming down his face as he let himself stab away a Sifania's lovely, nude body. The hideous pain was still there, but the pleasure was rapidly matching it, not making the torment go away, only making it impossible to stop no matter how much it hurt. "AH! Yes, that's it!! That's it, Lindsaayy!!" Sifania shouted his name again as he drove her to her orgasm. As if the Sidhe's intense climax was the key, Lindsay felt the telltale pressure build within him and this time nothing halted it as he finally climaxed into her eager, willing body. It was like a dozen climaxes combined, and the shocking, welcome pleasure assaulted his resolve, crashing against his will, trying to overwhelm him and attempting to completely put him under Sifania's absolute sway. They both collapsed together onto the bed as their simultaneous orgasms stunned them both. The spines along Sifania slender back dug into his skin as he fell on top of her, but he did not care, the relief of finally climaxing and being freed of his hideous torment was the only thing that mattered to him at that moment. He let himself go limp and relax on top of her limp, wetly slick form, listening to her murmur and moan beneath him. He brought his hands up to caress her soft skin. Kissing her lightly behind her ear, Lindsay gently stroked Sifania's wet hair, bringing new, drowsy murmurs of pleasure to her lips. He continued his tender, delicate touches until she finally dozed off into sleep in his arms. Sifania awoke to the sound of a siren. She lay in the dimness of the tiny motel room, the sky outside the curtained window growing steadily lighter with the approaching dawn. She was sprawled face down across the old, worn bed, the sheets still damp with the water they had brought from the shower. With a luxurious and satiated moan, she pushed her naked form up, her entire body suffused with sweet memories of the delights she had tasted the previous night. The last time with Lindsay had been the most fulfilling by far for her, nothing could ever satisfy a Sidhe like a willing lover. But he had not been completely willing, and Sifania now realized he was gone. His clothes and duffle bag were missing, he had fled the same way he had fled every time they had spent the night together. The chase had been entertaining for her up until now, but Sifania was beginning to tire of it. Lindsay was the one she had chosen to take as her lover and he could not escape her, no matter where in the world he fled. She rose up and quickly dressed herself. She would need to find a safer place to wait through the day when her powers would be gone. It would give Lindsay time to run away from her, but not enough time that she could not catch up to him again once the night fell again. Before she left, Sifania reached into her purse and left a few coins of faerie gold for the old manager of the motel who had told her which room Lindsay taken. The coins would bring more wealth to themselves if the manager chose to keep them, and like all faerie gifts, they would either make him rich or ruin him with greed. Humans often suffered from such magical gifts, though the faerie felt humans brought such dooms upon themselves. Lindsay was the same way. The fear and horror that were plaguing him as he fled from her would destroy him, maybe even kill him if he did not eventually realize the simple truth. He was the one torturing himself, he was the one who was choosing to ignore what he knew was so obvious but could not accept. It was the reason was why Sifania was able to find him no matter where he went, the reason that drew him irresistible to her. Not the result of any mystical spell she had cast but a magic far more powerful, that precious human magic of the heart which the faerie coveted more than anything in the world and which Sifania hungered from Lindsay. She never once felt the horrible torture Lindsay suffered from her passions was the result of her, with the guiltless emotions of a Sidhe, Sifania always felt his torment was caused by himself. All faerie gifts were that way, even pleasures of the bed, humans had to choose what they would do with the gifts they were given. It was always a choice. Sifania was sure Lindsay would make the right choice. She had merely to convince him to abandon his reluctance and accept what she offered him, to accept her with all his heart. Until then, the chase would go on. The Chase "Keep them closed!" she giggles, her small hand tugging at his, pulling him into the gathering dark of the woods. In his obligatory blindness, he bumps over roots and skirmishes with bushes, the toes of his sneakers collecting mud and leaves. She was very bad with directions, and he was certain that they would never end up wherever she was trying to go. "Closed!" she turns back and trills, shushing his protests and questions. He is about to take his final stand and order them back to the cabin when she stops and pushes him against a tree. All at once, her body is pressed to his and her are in his hair and her full lips are opening his, her tongue searching his mouth. She pulls his hands to her ass and he obliges, gripping the roundness beneath her dress. He can smell the lake behind the scent of her skin. "Can I open my eyes now?" he whispers into her mouth. "I know where we are." "No!" She leans away from him and he hears the rustle of her dress sliding over her head. "Stay there." He shifts against the tree, rubbing his cock through his jeans; he can hear her step away, branches cracking beneath her feet. "Okay ... now." He opens his green eyes and his vision shudders into focus -- then he sees her, standing at the edge of the lake in a little black bikini. She smiles at him and laughs, fidgeting with the halter straps. He can see the outline of her long legs in the twilight, the curve of her ass, the shallow shadows of her ribs. Just as he starts towards her, she yells, "Catch me if you can!" and jumps into the lake. He gasps and tears at his clothing, flinging his t-shirt, sneakers, and jeans into the dirt. "No fair!" he calls, watching her disappear in one place and reappear further down the bank. "I haven't even got a swimsuit!" His skin is porcelain against the violet of the sky, the muscles of his legs and arms cut out in the brightness. He tugs at his boxer briefs, stretched tight against his erection, and runs in after her. The shock of cold takes his breath away when he dips underwater, but he is strong, and she is a slow swimmer. She shrieks with delight when she sees him gaining on her, thrashing in the water as if the silly performance would bring her speed. For a moment, she is alone above the dark glass of the water; then she feels the brush of his fingers on her waist and he lifts her out of the lake, laughing and kissing at her wet skin. "I've caught you; what's my prize?" Her arms are around his neck and their kicking legs cross and uncross underwater. She slides a hand down his chest, scratching at the rough hair across his pectorals, and strokes the hardness beneath his boxer-briefs. His hips buck a little at her touch, willing her to grip his cock and bring him relief. She wraps her legs around him instead, and the warmth of her pussy makes him ache. "I'm your prize," she murmurs into his ear, moving her libs to nibble at his neck. He moans softly and slips a hand into her bottoms, his fingers parting her wet lips. As he pushes two fingers into her, she gasps and pulls his hair, repeating his name as his fingers slides in and out of her pussy. She cums with a shudder. He gazes up at her and wordlessly leads her to the bank, drawing her urgently through the water. He is on land first, and he watches her climb up and stand before him, the dark of her suit almost blending with the dark of her body but for the wet shine of her skin. "Suck my cock. Please." "Sit there," she demands, pushing him between the roots of a wide tree. The bark scratches the skin of his back, but she kneels between his legs and kisses him hard and he forgets the tree. She jerks his boxer briefs down his legs and his cock hits his stomach with a wet slap, making her giggle. "So hard for me," she says, flipping her wet braid over her shoulder; then she brings her lips to his cock, kissing the head. She swirls her tongue over the tip and dips her head, her warm mouth closing over his long shaft. He exhales sharply as she pushes his cock deeper into her throat, tracing her tongue along the base. Suddenly she is standing, turning -- she pushes the black bottoms off and remains bent over, rubbing and parting her ass cheeks to show him the bright pink of her pussy. "Can I fuck you?" he asks, his voice dry with desire. She returns to straddle him, her cunt an inch above his waiting cock, and she whispers, "Ask again." He repeats the question, gripping her hips and trying to thrust up into her, struggling against her surprising strength. "Can I please, please fuck you?" he says finally, desperately. She sinks onto his cock and their moans blend in the dark. He lifts her tits out of her bikini and sucks and bites her nipples as she bounces up and down. She cums again grinding her hips against his, his cock deep within her wet cunt. She stands and pulls him up with her, and he spins her to face the tree. "Bend over, love." Kissing her shoulders, he unties her top and lets it fall into the dirt. Her breathing quickens as he brings his arms around her to massage the softness of her tits. Her hands are against the trunk and he is about to thrust into her when they hear soft rustling and conversation nearby. "I think there are people here, baby," he murmurs, pulling back slightly. "I don't give a fuck," she says. She looks back at him, her dark eyes defiant. "Just fuck me already!" With that, his nails are in her hips and he is driving his cock into her tight cunt, her ass slapping against his hips. They can hear the foreign conversation getting louder and dissolving into gasps of surprise. He reaches for her braid and pulls; she responds with the scream, "Fuck me harder!" His nails scratch down her back and he thrusts faster, yelling, "God, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum!" With a final thrust, he throws his head back and shouts, cumming hard inside of her. They separate and search for the passersby, who have disappeared into the trees. She grins. "I'm sure they enjoyed the show." His cum drips down her legs as she pulls her bikini back on. "I know I enjoyed it!" He draws her to him and kisses her. "Now come on, let's find my clothes." "I don't think we should!" She is back at the bank, flicking the water with her toes. "Let's go for a swim." He joins her at the water's edge, taking her hand. Then he crashes into the lake, laughing, and leads their next chase. The Chase The night was dark with a fog so thick you could barely see the bright moon shining through into the woods below. The muffled sounds of a woman panting and her feet crunching the dried fall leaves was all that could be heard in the near deafening silence. She stopped in a small clearing and looked up at the sky. The moon reflected into her bright blue eyes as she struggled to catch her breath. She reached up running a hand through her long tangled curls of dark brown hair, getting it out of her face so she could wipe the sweat off her brow that had seemed to form despite the rapidly cooling temperatures. Feeling safe in that moment she leaned back against a tree and closed her eyes, letting her body go still. The pounding of her heart seemed to fill the air around her. Even though she knew better, she was so sure that he could hear it beating like the heart of a deer caught in the headlights of a speeding vehicle. She pushed her short, curvy form off the tree and looks around slowly, deciding to begin sneaking, looking for a place to hide instead of attempting to outrun him. Her eyes darted left and right frantically as she moved slowly from tree to tree as quietly as she could. Along the edge of the wood line he stood, casually leaning his tall frame against a tree with a smirk upon his face. His arms crossed his chest as he scanned the forest. She should have known better then to run from him, but if this was the game she wanted to play, he planned on winning it. He pulled out a cigarette and lit it, the flame lighting up his face briefly before disappearing again leaving him in an orange hue with each inhale. "Here Kitty, Kitty, Kitty....." He growled out into the night air, knowing that if she heard him it would cause her to panic and begin messing up even faster than he knew she would. Each single casual step of his as he walked through the forest left a loud crunch behind, as if he didn't care that she could hear him trailing behind her, breathing down her neck, stalking her every move like the prey that she had become. The wind blew softly and carried his soft growl to her ears causing the hair upon the back of her neck to stand up and a shudder to run down her spine. She whimpers softly and quickly darts behind a tree. Her mind running a million miles an hour trying to find an escape even as she berated herself for running from him. She knew that if he caught her she would have hell to pay. The clouds above broke, sending a shaft of light between two trees that lead into a small grove. "Oh... that is perfect.... When those clouds come back he won't be able to find me at all!!" She thinks to herself and takes off at a dead run toward it before the beam of light was gone. Ducking into the protective cover of the grove she hid herself down between two bushes and stared at the only way in and out of it. Her body trembling in fear.... And was that....excitement she felt? What was going on with her body? It shouldn't be reacting this way at all. A man like him, practically hunting her through the woods....She must be going crazy, but sure enough... the wetness was beginning to soak through her cotton panties and onto her dark jeans. The tall confidant man continued to stroll through the forest as if it were a day in the park. That girl knew nothing about hiding her trail... every broken branch; every smeared step in the leaves gave away her trail. As he took the final drag off his smoke he too saw the beam of light, breaking through the cloudy night sky. A smirk crossed his face as he shook his head. "Oh my Kitten... you wouldn't be so naive to follow the light now would you...of course you would.... Light means safety." He approached the entrance to the grove and stopped. His body and presence seemed to fill the whole space up as he once more crossed his arms across his chest. Slowly, almost if stalking, his eyes moved across the small clearing. Several times his gaze crossed her small hiding space as the moonlight began to fade. Thinking she was safe in the darkness, she sank further back into it, slowly trying to turn herself to crawl through the underbrush to get away. Her knee hit a twig, snapping it. She gasped very quietly then clenched her mouth shut, screwing up her face in disappointment that she would make such a big mistake when she knew he was right there! She heard him begin to move so she scampered, pulling herself as quickly as she could through the bushes but she just wasn't quick enough. A strong hand landed upon her ankle and began dragging her back into the clearing. She dug her nails into the ground, fighting with every ounce of energy left in her body to try to get away from his all-encompassing grasp, but to no avail. As he dragged her she left long deep marks in the dirt. Filling her nail beds with its filthiness, her hair disheveled and filled with twigs, leaves and brambles. Her once milky white skin that would seem to glow when the light hit it was tarnished by the sweat and filth of the forest that she'd stupidly run through. Once her body reached the middle of the grove he stopped, letting her ponder for a moment what was going through his head. His eyes slowly moved over her body, Tsking as he reached her hair. She lay there panting, trembling, nearly terrified of his towering body before he began to lower himself on top of her. Using her plump rear as a seat cushion he began yanking out the twigs and leaves, savoring each yelp and small mew of pain that the tugging brought forth. "Now what ever shall I do with you...You run from me... get my property filthy with dirt...and your hair... is a mess. I should shave it all off of your head in punishment little Kitten for disobeying me like that. You know better.... I trained you better than this...." He grabbed a handful of her hair tugging her head back roughly so that her back was slightly arched toward him. Her small scream of pain brought a smile to his face. His free hand reached down and began dusting off the grime off her milky white skin. "What a mess you have made of yourself. I am very disappointed in you Kitten." With a soft whimper she tries to look at him out of the corner of her eye, pouting up at him, practically begging to leniency. The grin on his face as his hand gripped her hair harder let her know there would be none of that. He stood, removing his weight from her back and slowly pulled her up to her feet by her hair. "Turn and look at me Kitten... I want to see how much you have damaged my property..." He growls into her ear. She does as ordered her eyes dropped to the ground as she turns, his hand still gripping her hair so very tightly. She shivers as his eyes begin drifting over her scratched up dirty face. A snarl forming upon his soft lips as he spoke. "Just look at you... Filthy... nearly ruined the beauty of your face....I can't stand to even look at you!" Rather quickly he spun her back around and began to push her by her head over to a tree. Her soft whimpers slowly grew into sobs of apologies, her tiny voice lost in the howling of the wind as the fall breeze picked up, preparing the world for a cold night. He pushes her up against the tree, squishing her breasts hard against its surface as he places his lips to her ear. "I bring you under my loving protective wings... I train you... I teach you to take care of yourself, to love yourself as I love you.... And the night that you are meant to take my collar you run from me? How... Dare..You" He bites down hard on her shoulder, pressing the length of his body against hers. His tall form completely enveloping her short frame as a long low moan of pleasure escapes her mouth. A bulge that had begun to form pressed into the small of her back. "Wrap your arms around that tree... and hold on... You are in so much trouble and the night is oh so very young..." his voice is low and menacing as he releases her from the bite. She does exactly as she is told, too scared to defy him any longer. Suddenly the whisssssh of a belt being rapidly pulled out of a pair of pants is heard behind her. She dares not move but instead clenches her eyes tight and prepares for the sting of cold, rough leather against her trembling body. As her hands clenched the tree, her breath quickened. Over and over again she berated herself mentally for running. She knew this is what she wanted. She wanted the weight of his collar upon her neck, ever a reminder of his protection, love, and of the many promises he'd made her. Ending the loneliness, fulfilling her every desire, teaching her new and exciting things to bring her pleasure and of course pain. She was weak! That was the only thing the voice in her head kept telling her. Weakling, you deserve none of his affection, none of his pride, none of his protection. He should leave you to the wolves. She whimpered in sadness, her head hanging slightly as the heat of his stare drove right through her body, almost as if he could see straight into her soul. "Master...Please... I beg of you... I promise I won't do it again... I don't know what I was thinking..." His hand firmly landed upon her plump rear, the sound of it echoing through the empty forest. "Did I give you permission to speak Kitten...? I do not remember doing so... so shut it..." His words were so harsh compared to the normal compassionate tone he always used with her. He left his hand where he'd spanked her and began rubbing it. A sound of pleasure could be heard as his hand slid up her side to her full breast where he roughly grabbed a handful and squeezed it causing her to whimper. "Oh I do love hearing you in pain..." He removed his hands just as quickly and walked around the tree, that belt that she'd been so terrified was going to beat her... was now being used as a bondage device to hold her exactly where he wanted her. "I would gag you... but then I couldn't hear you scream little one..." He said with a smirk as he finished lashing her to the tree. With slow methodical movements he pulled a pocket knife out and opened it. He ran the blade along her shirt sleeve, cutting it ever so slowly, barely allowing the blade to caress her skin. He placed the dull edge of the knife against her lips. "Bite it... I need both my hands for a moment. "She followed his instructions, too scared to defy him anymore. With a loud riiiiiiiip he ripped her sleeve clear up to the shoulder point. She inhaled sharply, her eyes following his every move. He removed the blade from her mouth and repeated the same thing to her other sleeve allowing the chilly night air to hit her skin. He very carefully brushed her long brown curls away from her back, exposing her neck to him. With feather soft kisses he soothed her, even as the knife began to cut into the neckline of her shirt. With one swift motion he stabbed the knife into the tree and brutally ripped her shirt clean open exposing her pale back to him. "I warned you... the night was long... and I was just getting started little one... Remember you brought this upon yourself..." His fingers quickly undid her bra before he yanked the knife from the tree and pressed the cold flat of the blade against her skin. She sucked in a breath and squirmed slightly. Her thighs rubbing together as he turned it so that he could lightly drag the point of the knife along her spinal column. Not deep enough to mar her perfect pale flesh, but with just enough pressure so that she knows it is there. Her sharp inhale and the tensing of her muscles gave him the exact rush he desired. She was nervous and every ounce of her being showed it. Her hands gripped the leather belt tightly as her eyes clenched. As the knife continued its path toward the edge of her jeans her soft whimpers grew louder. His hand slid between the jeans and her flesh before the sound of denim being sawed through could be heard. Once more he went from cutting to literally ripping the jeans right off her legs. He tossed them aside like yesterday's trash and grinned finding her cute little boy cut panties beneath them. "So cute... are those... hearts my Kitten?" He asked mischievously before grabbing them roughly and tugging them backwards so that they slipped between her nether lips, grinding against her sensitive clitoris. A sobbing moan slips out of her mouth, almost as if she didn't want it to feel good but just couldn't help it. As much as she tried to hold still, she was never known for her patience when it came to her clit. Her hips began shifting, rubbing herself wantonly against the wet material of her panties. "Oh you little slut.... Already wet... and wanting to cum... I don't think so..." He tightened his grip and ripped them right off her, leaving only her breasts and stomach covered. She was thankful for that much. The tree's bark was so rough; she was worried that should he remove the rest of her clothing that she'd begin to be cut open by its sharp edges. He took a step back and looked over her back side. A smile of pleasure that she couldn't see crossed his face. Her full hips and rump, always ready to be taken, spanked, used and abused to his every desire. Her back, scarred from surgery always remained pure and unmarked until he kiss and bit his way down her spine, but those never lasted very long. "Oh how beautiful you look Kitten...You practically glow in this moonlight... It really is a pity that you ran... We could have had a beautiful night stretched out in front of the fireplace that I had ready...soft fur rugs... sensual fruits... but now..." he sighed and shook his head. "Now I am not sure what to do with you..... I should beat you senseless and make sure you know NEVER to run from me again...." His hand lands hard on her ass, leaving it stinging with a bright red hand print quickly developing. She squeaks softly and holds as still as possible despite the pleasure that runs through her body. "....only a squeak? I am not doing my job nearly well enough then... Kitten I want to hear you scream in agony... in pain... After all you earned this... didn't you?" He asked softly, his lips brushing her ear. She nods slowly. "No... say it you little slut...Tell me that you deserve this..." "Please Master...I was a bad Kitten and have earned every moment of your punishment... I fully accept whatever you choose to do to me. My pain is your pleasure and helps me learn. "Her voice now filled with confidence and humility. "Now that's my good girl..." those two words sent a soft moan filling the air and had her squirming hard. Her thighs began rubbing together, seeking relief. "No...not now little one... soon... Punishment comes first... you know that..." with that his hand came back and once more roughly slapped her ass hard. That was just the first of many to come. He put his hand into her lower back, pushing her torso toward the tree forcing her ass out so he didn't hit her scarred back. No matter how rough with her he was, he was always gentle with her tender scar. Then, with her ass perfectly displayed, the moon glowing down upon it is when the beating began. His hand fell upon each of her plump cheeks until they were practically a neon shade of red. As he beat her, her soft moans grew into growls and screams of pleasure filled agony eventually the pleasure that his spankings usually brought left and only the pain remained. Her screams of pain brought a big grin to his face. He stopped and lightly ran his hands over the tender swollen flesh, her body trembling beneath his touch. Mid spanking she'd shifted, bracing her legs so that she wouldn't cave under the pain. He leaned in and pressed a soft kiss against the area where her neck joined her shoulder and slowly slid his hands up her back. He then pressed his still clothed up against her naked frame. She pressed back against him, grinding her beaten ass against his jeans, causing sharp inhales of pain, as his hands caressed his back he stopped at the top then dug in his nails. She cried out briefly as she realized her punishment was not over. Those nails slowly dragged down her back then fanning out to avoid her scar, leaving long red marks in their wake. His hands lovingly slide back up to the top to repeat the process marking her from neck to the tops of her thighs in bright red streaks and hand prints. With each of her screams the budge in his pants grew until it pressed against his jeans in a painful manner. He reached down to slowly unbutton his pants, the sound of the button sliding through the hold, the zipper sliding down sent a long shiver down her spine. She tried so hard to turn her head to watch him, but all she could see was his sadistic grin as he stared at her body. Rather roughly he slide a hand between her legs and began rubbing hard, spreading the wetness that had begun to pool and dribble down her bare thighs. "What a little slut my Kitten is... I tie her up... beat her senseless... and look at this..." He pulls his hand out and shoves it toward her face. "Lick them clean you little whore....." she moans softly and wraps her swollen lips around each of his fingers, licking and sucking like she was properly cleaning his cock. He inhaled slowly through his teeth before stepping up behind her. He slid his cock between her legs, letting it slide against her soaked pussy lips, coating it in her excitement before he pulled back and separated her ass cheeks. "What.... You didn't think I was actually going to fuck your pussy did you? You don't deserve that kind of pleasure... feel honored that I am even sticking my cock in such a naughty little Kitten. "With that he pressed the head of his cock against her small tense hole and began pushing. Slowly stretching her around his width, knowing each inch caused pain and caused a burning sensation to fill her body. "M...M...Master it hurts! Please! I'm not Rrreaaaaaaaaaaadyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!" She screeched out as he grabbed her hips and in one hard thrust finished filling her. His body hit her tender cheeks hard enough to cause her to cry out in pain, her face scrunching up in agony. "...I don't think I care if you were ready or not... You fucked up... you ran... you deserve this. And it's either I fuck you the way I want... or I leave your half naked ass here for someone else to find and use..." He began to pull out causing her to beg and plead with him not to let someone else defile her and use her. Pleading with him that her body was his and his alone to use and no one else had any right to her. "That is damn right you little slut..." He growled out as he plowed back in deeply; setting a hard, deep, fast rhythm. As soon as her ass adjusted to the assault she began to push back, moaning and leaning her head back, letting her dark curls bounce against her ass and his exposed groin each time he pulled back slightly, adding a soft tickle to the rough fucking he was giving her. He reached up and grabbed a handful of that thick dark hair and yanked her head to the side to bite down hard upon her shoulder, purposefully letting his teeth pierce her skin. A long animalistic scream of pain erupted from her moments before she began begging to cum. He slid his free hand around her body and began rubbing her clit hard and rough. He growled into her skin, biting down harder causing her ass to tighten around his cock. It began to twitch and convulse inside her. He ripped his mouth away long enough to demand that she cum as his own warm jizz filled her well fucked ass. Her moan was long, loud, and one of deep relief, her knees going weak so that his arms and the leather bindings were the only things holding her up at this point. Before she even realized it he was tenderly kissing her neck, her shoulder. Caressing those long welts upon her back and ass that his punishment caused. Soothing each and every ounce of pain he inflicted on her. "OH what a good Kitten you are....Taking such a beating from me... giving me your pain for my pleasure... Now let's get you unhooked and home so I can wrap my collar around that lovely neck of yours and hold you until you fall asleep my pet... You've made me so proud today Kitten... Thank you for choosing me..." He unbound his sweet girl and tossed aside the remainder of her clothing before lifting her up into his arms. She instantly wrapped her arms around his neck and snuggled in close, her eyes closed as she whispered to him. "Thank you Master. Kitten hopes to continue to make you this proud each and every day..." As the moon began to dip behind the trees leaving our lover's grove dark, the couple headed back to the small cabin for a long night of snuggling and love making to celebrate the promise that collar made for both of them.