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The Claiming

By: hipslikecinderella



We've been fucking for nearly three months. Today, he fucked me twice. This evening, after strapping me with his belt until I cried, it was over his desk; his hips grinding into the mulberry marks. I have just come out of the shower, where he was slightly more benevolent but my breasts were kneaded into the the cold porcelain and my head was held forcibly skyward nonetheless.

I am tracing the welts and bruises, admiringly, in front of the bedroom mirror and listening to him brush his teeth. I let him beat and bond me; I have crawled and cried for him but I know he wants more.

I slip into his bed and conceal my nude body under the covers as I watch him stride through the room to a chest of drawers, before he turns to face me.

I curl my leg over the top of the duvet and he snatches my ankle, snapping a cuff around it. I seize it back and roll over to look at him, looming at the foot of the bed. The restraint maintains its clutch.

'No. I'm tired.' I say, my eyes narrowing in challenge.

He reaches over the bed's base and a paw-like hand grabs my calf, dragging me down the sheets like an old Christmas tree.

'You can sleep once you've told me which way you want to be cuffed: on your belly or on your back?' He replies, evenly.

Panic and nausea ripple through me; I know he's showing me that I'm captured. I think I want this but I am nineteen and scared.

'I asked you a question: answer it.' He snarls. 

My mouth is paralysed but I slowly twist my body until I am lying prone again.

He tugs at my ankle and begins to secure it to the bedpost but, again, I bolt. I try to claw and wriggle back up to the pillows but a dead weight immobilises me. When we're upright, he feels twice my height and, now, on top of me, I am reminded he has triple my strength. His arms cover mine and his hands encircle my wrists. His stomach crushes my abused flesh. I can feel his unyielding cock nudging my slit.

I throw my head back, desperately trying to topple him. He responds by releasing my arm and pressing my head into the mattress. My emancipated limb flails behind me, attempting to strike or scratch him. My other arm is freed as both his hands snap around my neck and squeeze, the force of his vexed body depressing me further into the bed.

'It's futile fighting me, little slut.' He hisses into my ear.

His fingers flex around my throat and I'm starting to feel faint. One of my legs slips from under his and kicks upwards and backwards, despairingly. He laughs, mercilessly, his grip resolute.

I thrash as I feel my energy sapping and my consciousness ebbing away.

'You are mine. I own you.' He draws each word out slowly. His hands relax around my neck.

He's made his proclamation and stated his cause. I've been expecting it but the words still cut an icy path through my heart. I drink in the oxygen, greedily.

He rolls off me as I pant, my ribcage rising and falling shakily. He draws a soft trail down my arm with his finger and I am nonplussed by his tenderness. I look at him, warily, and see his eyes are steely.

'Are you going to stay still whilst I fasten the cuff?'

I break away from his impenetrable gaze and nod my head.

'Say it.' He commands.

'I will stay still whilst you fasten the cuff.'

'Why?'

I know what he his trying to coerce out of me but I will not satiate him. I clamp my mouth shut.

He continues to stare at me for several seconds, waiting, before he returns to the foot of the bed. My ankle is secured. 

'You're wet.'

I'm staggered by his observation. I've been consumed by genuine fear of him yet he still arouses me. I become aware of the sultry stickiness between my thighs. I scarcely notice him open and close a drawer.

A crack I hear before I feel refocuses me. I recognise its bite as that of the paddle. He has only used it on me once, on unmarked skin. I could barely endure it then.

My hips begin to buck irregularly as he strikes me on flushed flesh. He's hardly hit me five times before I'm begging him to stop.

'Please...please, Sir...I can't...stop! Please!' 

I'm still breathless from his suffocation and the pain engulfs me. I'm incoherent and inarticulate. Tears flee from my closed eyes.

'Please, Sir...No!'

The paddle falls rhythmically, each smack harder than the last. He continues until my rear feels aflame and I'm no longer pleading, just sobbing and breathing in convulsive gasps. The implement drops onto the bed, by my feet. He appears by my head and strokes my hair. 

'Kiss your owner's cock, pet.' He whispers, his voice soft but insistent.

I attribute my actions to wanting to appease him but I know they stem from desire. I lean towards him and caress the head with my lips and plant lustful kisses down to its base. I open my mouth and strive to take him in but he pulls back. I raise my head, questioningly, but he is already mounting the bed and straddling me. The heat is radiating from my cheeks and collecting between us. His cock pushes against my cunt, gently. He drags the head over each lip, gathering moisture. His hand curves under me and he traps my clit between thumb and forefinger. He pinches and manipulates it in circular motions and I moan. I fold my leg towards my torso, like a pirouetting ballerina, to expose myself to him further. My back arches and my hips start to undulate. I try to push myself back and onto him. Still torturing my clit, he shoves decisively inside and holds himself there. I want to rock forward but he wraps his free arm around my waist and debilitates me. He draws out gradually and completely. I vent a frustrated sigh at being left hollow.

I feel him trail my wetness up to my virgin rosebud. I'm anxious but willing. He rubs more fervently as he urges himself forward into my narrower opening. Pain sears through me. He thrusts slowly as I become accustomed to the unfamiliar sensation and the soreness evolves into a perverse pleasure. The fusion of his ministrations to my bud and his increasing pace bring me swiftly to the brink. He feels me tense and demands:

'Wait.'

I focus on impeding my orgasm. I try to desensitise myself and disconnect my head from the thrill building and overwhelming me. Despite myself, I begin to fall over the edge. His cock stiffens and spurts. Plunging into our shared euphoria, he descends onto my back and bites my earlobe.

'Who do you belong to?'

I am overcome by desire and gratification. I am conquered.

'You...I belong to you.'

He laughs, happy and satisfied. Yet he compels me further.

'Who owns you?'

I sigh, defeated but elated.

"You, Master. You own me.'

He kisses my neck, straightens to unfasten the restraint and then snatches me up.

I smile to myself as he carries me back to the bathroom, amused at how quickly I need to be cleaned up again. He washes me, lovingly, and the man of just minutes before is a stranger. I love the duality.

'I want to show you something before I re-cuff you to the bed.'

He steers me to the mirror by my hair. We both scrutinise my reflection, his hand still nestled in the locks at the nape of my neck. His red-purple hand prints are still livid on my throat, enclosing my neck.

'Look at that, pet, you even have a collar.'

The Claiming



"What good is a cock whore if she can't even cum on a cock?!"

She lie on the tall grass beside the creek hearing the words of her master over and over. Her long grey cotton kirtle was bunched up around her hips, the bodice splayed open to reveal her creamy white breasts. She pinched and pulled at her nipples as her masters words reverberated in her head.

"Your master likes to feel the squeeze of a cunt around his cock. Is yours so overused it is incapable of the action?"

She bent her knees and spread her legs wide. The air on her nether lips was cool. She could feel she was wet. She was always wet. Even the thought of cock made her drip. She ran her fingers through her wet slit. 

"I should have known when that worthless mongrel Gephardt sold you for so little coin that you were broken."

Two fingers dove into her moist heat and quickly withdrew. Aided by her own juices she fingered the engorged hood of her clit. She whimpered as her other hand continued to abuse her nipples to the point of pain.

"I bet that snatch of yours would not come for any man. You are incapable I say."

She twisted and pinched her nipples harder as the fingers of her other hand slapped quickly against her ever swelling clit.

"If you do not cum on my cock this instant I shall sell you come feast day. I promise you that."

The slapping against her clit became harder. She winced at her own ministrations as she felt that pull deep within her. Then as her fingers viciously twisted her reddened nipple she fell over the edge. She screamed, the orgasm so intense it arched her back. She fell to the earth exhausted as she heard the final words from her master.

"You are worthless. Not even good enough to be called a cock whore."

****

Cyprian hadn't meant to watch. He had been on the hunt for lunch when he came across the female. He'd never seen her in the village, and his curiosity about her origins had him following her deeper into the woods. 

He had been in his wolf form, so he was not afraid of her hearing him as he padded along behind her. He had stayed close enough that he could see her face and watch her form, but far enough away that he would not frighten her if she did happen to see a wolf stalking the woods.

She was an enchanting creature. A girl of no more than one and twenty. As she continued, he had watched her form move in the oversized shapeless grey kirtle. She had a rounded face with gentle grey eyes and a pleasantly plump mouth. Her long black hair fell in soft curves, coming to rest above a generously rounded ass. Even in the shapeless kirtle he could tell she was neither thin nor obese, but pleasantly curved in all the appropriate spots. Her breasts were perhaps overly large, and bounced along with her steps. 

As they had continued through the woods, he watched her hips sway back and forth as her breasts jiggled. He had felt himself grow hard. His member had bounced against his underbelly with each step and his blood boiled for a good hard fuck. He pictured himself grabbing the female and taking her in the forest. He had stopped to shake his head to stop his wayward thoughts when she stopped.

He watched as she had lain down beside the creek. She looked sad, and forlorn. Such a look on this marvelous creature had made him curious so he had moved to the other side of the creek and lay in the cool grass, his muzzle resting upon his front paws.

No sooner had he settled than he saw her pull the skirts of her kirtle up. She had been bare below and he raised his muzzle to catch her scent. He had wanted to howl as he caught her sweet scent of vanilla and the heady scent of her musk. She had been wet. He could see the sun glistening off the moisture of her soft folds.

His already swollen cock had jumped and lengthened. He pushed his hips toward the ground rubbing his member along the cool grass. 

She had then pulled open the bodice of her kirtle and began yanking on her nipples. Twisting them, pulling, and pinching. He had suppressed a growl as he watched her purposefully cause herself pain. Then the air had grown thicker with her scent and he realized her painful ministrations were causing her pleasure. 

Oh how he had wished he could change into his human form and drive himself deep into her wet slit. He had continued to rock his hips into the cool grass, his cock lengthening and swelling more than he thought possible. 

He had closed his eyes to suppress a groan when he heard a wet slapping sound. He had opened his eyes just in time to see her slapping at her wet pussy then arching into the air and letting out a long scream of pleasure.

He had come hard against the cool earth, his cock jetting spurt after spurt of thick cum. By the goddess he had not come like that since he was a pup. It had been a bit embarrassing.

He had forced himself still as the girl lie motionless once again. Then he watched as tears streamed from the girls eyes. He watched for a moment then had started to rise, feeling the need to comfort her. Then her head had turn to the side and her gaze locked with his. She had given him a slow sad smile then stood to leave.

**** The walk back into town was arduous. She could think only of her failures and the fact that she would be sold yet again on feast day. It wasn't something new. Since her father had first sold her as a house slave on her eighth birthday, she had been sold 23 times. 

Being a house slave had been tedious. She hated cleaning other people's messes. So on her woman's day or 18 birthday (when all Dallians, even slaves, reach womanhood) she had sucked the cock of her master's son. Not because he made her, but because she had wanted to. The man's wife had not been happy when she walked in on her husband ramming his cock down the greedy throat of a house slave. She had been sold the next day. 

Unfortunately she had been sold as a privy slave. The only thing worse than cleaning other people's messes, had been cleaning up their shit. That master had kept her around for several months because she 'amused' him. It probably didn't hurt that she sucked his cock every night while he lie in bed with his sleeping wife. 

But she had been sold again, this time as a cock whore. At the time, just the name had made her wet between her legs. The thought of a man taking her deep with his hard cock had her playing with herself every time she was left alone. Which unfortunately was not very often. 

Her first master had been a disappointment. He was a balding fat man with a very short cock. He did not penetrate her womanhood, he did not like being sucked. He liked her to lick his backside and penetrate him with her fingers. She was sold again after she walked in on her master being whipped as the stable boy speared him with his cock. She had just turned 19. 

Her second master as a cock whore was wondrous. He was strong and well built with a fine cock. He breached her maidenhead the night he bought her. She fucked him often and fucked him well. He had never complained that she did not complete. He took pleasure only for himself, which gave her pleasure in return. He had died in a raiding party shortly before her 20th birthday. She was now nearing her 22nd birthday and had been sold 20 times.

The first few times she had been sold she did not understand the reasoning. She was a good cock whore, never denying a master his right to her cunt or her mouth or for those who wished, her nether hole. She did her duty with passion and was always wet for a masters cock. 

Then with master Kriol the reason had become clear. She would always remember the boom of his deep voice as he shoved his cock into her over and over. "Why do you never cum on my cock, whore? Am I not good enough for you? Is that what you think?" He had slapped her aside and finished himself with his hand. She was sold the next day. 

At first she did not understand, she was a good cock whore. Just the smell of a man made her nether lips tingle and her sex flood with moisture. She spent several nights trying to reason it out and then understanding dawned on her. She had never had what her master called an orgasm. At least not on a man's cock. She had multiple orgasms in bed as she lie remembering a session with her master. Pinching and pulling her nipples. Plunging her fingers into her hot sex. There she had felt overwhelming pleasure. Pleasure that made her cry out and her sex to clench around her fingers. There the sensations of pleasure were overwhelming. But with her masters, she sought only their pleasure. How could this be wrong.

But of course it had been. As she neared her master's villa she remembered all the things her masters had said. 

"By the gods what a waste of a good cunt."

"You think you are better than me? You are just a receptacle for my cum and you don't even do that well."

"If I wanted a cold fish, I would fuck my wife."

"Gods your cunt is tight and warm and sweet, but I can no longer tolerate your lack of participation."

"What good is a cock whore if she can't even cum on a cock?!"

"...you were broken."

"You are worthless. Not even good enough to be called a cock whore."

As she entered the villa she saw her master seated at the table. She quickly pulled her kirtle over her head and dropped to her knees. She bowed her head, assuming the correct posture of a cock whore. She heard him grunt and slap the table with his hand. "Get up and get out of my sight slave."

Her heart clenched. Slave. He had called her slave. Not his cock whore. Would she be sold as a common slave this time? After 20 unhappy masters it was most likely the case. 

**** Cyprian followed the girl to the villa on the edge of town. This was the home of Judge Reinhardt. Was she his daughter? His wife? No the old codger had never married. Why then was she here? He heard yelling from within and took a step toward an open window. 

Inside he saw the young girl kneeling naked in a submissive posture in front of the judge. Although her head was bowed Cyprian could see tears streaming down her cheek and heard her barely audible "please".

"Please? Please you? You do not please me." The Judge stood and walked away from the girl. "I no longer want to see that unresponsive cunt. Do you hear me? Come feast day I will be free of you and find myself a proper cock whore."

Cock whore? Merciful gods, she was a cock whore? He had heard about such creatures from his father. Father had said they were very common in the cities among the upper class. They were bred to pleasure a man. To take his cock in any way he desired without complaint. He had never heard of anyone in the village owning a cock whore. Until now. Well, at least for two more days.

He watched as the girl collapsed and lie in a naked heap on the floor. He could hear her sobs through the window, and wished very much to comfort her.

Without thinking he moved to the villa's door and knocked loudly. There was a faint gasp from behind the door, then a louder voice. "If you can't be a good cock whore, the least you could do is answer the fucking door, slave."

Cyprian heard muted shuffling then the door opened and the girl stood before him dressed once again in the shapeless kirtle, eyes cast down. She said nothing. She made no move. Cyprian brought his hands up to reach for the girl when the Judge's voice boomed from across the room. "Well, what is it boy?"

Crap. He hadn't thought this through at all. He'd only seen the girl in distress and his instincts reacted.

"Uh, I was looking for the apothecary." He said slowly, watching her as he spoke.

"You are on the wrong side of the village boy." His voice held distain.

Cyprian did not look at him. He kept his gaze firmly on the girl. Who in turn kept her gaze firmly on the ground. He watched her for several moments unmoving before the Judge spoke again.

"Close the door slave."

The girl made a barely visible flinch when he said the word slave. Then the door slowly closed, blocking her from Cyprian's gaze.



The Claiming



The sharp ring of an alarm clock located on her burnished oak bureau across the room, brought Dharla abruptly from a deep, restorative sleep. Opening a lazy eye just a crack, she peered groggily at the offending object, silently determining if it was worth the effort to rise and shut it off, or if she should simply cram the soft feather pillow around her ears and ignore the shrill noise until her dreams overtook her again. Her indecision was quickly tipped on the scale when the sound of the water faucet permeated her ears even through the alarm's clang, and with an internal sigh she threw back the bedspread to pad silently across the floor and assertively turn the alarm setting to off.

Stifling a yawn, Dharla stretched, looking out the frosty windowpanes with a faint smile. Reaching towards the ceiling, she bent forward from the waist, touching her palms to the floor as she stretched, unaware of the appreciative gaze fixed upon her supple form from behind. Straightening, Dharla wrapped her arms about herself and came to stand in front of the window, enjoying the sight of the faint morning sun turning the freshly fallen snow into a miasma of tiny diamonds glittering on the ground. Without warning, two arms came about her from behind, pulling her into a strong frame, and a nose nuzzled gently into her crown.

"Good morning, little one. I have a hot shower running for you," Liam murmured tenderly against her fragrant hair, one hand traveling down her soft tummy to rest possessively on the flare of her hip. The other hand encircled her ribcage, pulling her closer yet. "Of course, if you continue to tempt me so, the water will be running cold long before I let you use it."

With a faint blush, Dharla turned in Liam's embrace, placing her palms on his broad chest before bestowing a chaste kiss upon his lips. He frowned in mock severity. "Is that the best you can do this morning, pet?" He swooped in for a real kiss, his lips meeting hers with a smoldering intensity that betrayed his intense desire for her. With an age-old wisdom ingrained by time, Dharla met his eager advance, lips parting submissively beneath the subtle command of his own. With a small moan, Dharla ground her hips against his, and he broke off with an admonishing smile, saying "Attend to your shower, my love. I'll await downstairs."

"I'll be there shortly," Dharla promised, lust rather than fatigue glazing her bright blue eyes now. With a happy smile, she strode to the bathroom where, as promised, a steaming hot shower waited for her body. Her gaze flickered appreciatively around the room; Liam had thought of everything. Her slippers rested next to the shower, her terry towel adorned the rack, and in the shower he had tied a sprig of eucalyptus for an invigorating steam. Disrobing, Dharla stepped into the large shower, closing the door gently behind her as she positioned herself beneath the cascading water. Eyes closing in contentment, her hands rose to brush the water through her hair before she shampooed. Feeling loved and cherished, awash in memories of the toe-curling kiss mere minutes before, Dharla failed to notice the shower door quietly opening.

She couldn't fail to notice the strong hands that assaulted her body... One rough hand firmly cupped her breast, while the other reached down, molding her mons in the palm. A sharp intake of breath escaped her parted lips, and her knees near buckled at the suddenness of Liam's actions. A feral grin crossed his lips as Dharla's head tilted to one side, and taking advantage of the invitation, he leaned down to bite the juncture of her neck and shoulder, at the same time sliding his erect cock between her sudsy cheeks and deep into her womb. A loud gasp echoed in the steamy confines of the shower, and his tongue snaked out to tease the flesh he gripped between his sharp teeth. His body began to undulate, shallow thrusts as he barely withdrew before slowly sliding back in.

"Liam..." she moaned restlessly, her head leaning back on his shoulder as his nimble fingers pinched and tweaked her erect nipples. Liam understood his love all too well, and his other hand rose to splay across her throat, lightly choking her even as his pose pulled her enticing body into the cavernous shelter of his own. He gave another thrust, this one short and fast, just to hear the gasp. Slow, slow, fast! Slow, fast! Fast, slow, slow... he repeated his rhythm, keeping her guessing, enjoying his balls lightly slapping her clit, the feel of her warm wet sheath wrapped tightly around his throbbing shaft. Her whimpers grew louder, her hands rising to clasp his hand at her breasts.

"Tell me you want me," Liam growled, biting her earlobe.

"I.. I want you," Dharla spoke tremulously, passion high.

"Are you mine?" A hearty thrust punctuated each word, stopping as he waited her answer.

"Yes!"

"Do you love me?" Thrust, thrust, thrust, thrust, pause.

"Yes!"

"Say it," he commanded, his composure slipping as he gave in to his lust and began pounding her in earnest. Dharla's hands reached out for purchase against the wall, but Liam's hand remained at her throat, keeping her upright. She struggled against him, and he brought his other hand up, cupping her life in his palms as his hips drove into her willing body, again and again. Her cries of passion were loud, and her body trembled fantastically as her womb shuddered around his cock. Instantly he stopped. Knowing what he needed, even though orgasm induced euphoria, Dharla whispered the three words... "I love you".

With a feral groan, Liam lost control and thrust harder, again and again, bringing Dharla to another orgasm before he himself spilled his life seed deep within her fertile belly. Holding her close, he turned the shower nozzle until the water stopped, wrapped her gently in a warm towel, and carried her to bed. Lying beside her, he devoted himself to drying her. Using his tongue, he lapped up the water streaks covering her body, whispering to her just how beautiful that he found every inch of her.

Dharla sighed, pleased and sated, feeling the stirrings of desire deep in her belly again. She shifted as Liam's mouth moved close to her steaming pussy, her legs falling wide in acceptance. Still, she started when Liam's index finger probed delicately at her entrance, teasing her, his thumb rubbing lightly in circles on her clit as his finger slowly penetrated her depths. She moaned again, eyes closing as she focused on the sensation. A second finger joined the first, and then the slight scruff of a jaw rubbed against her thigh seconds before a warm, flat tongue began licking her.

"Oh god... Yes please..." She begged shamelessly, heels digging into the mattress as Liam's tongue laved slowly, lazily, against her swollen flesh. Her hips subtly begin to grind against his face, and Liam added a third finger into her weeping pussy, overjoyed at her reception of his touch. Even if he couldn't hear her noises of excitement, he would have known her pleasure purely by her actions. Switching it up, his fingers pressed against her g-spot, stroking it rhythmically, relentlessly, even as his tongue swirled figure eights around her swollen nub. Dharla's hips jerked spasmodically as she neared the edge, and Liam smiled to himself. "Not yet, little one..." he whispered against her flesh. He pressed a kiss to her wet lips and, extending a pinkie, pushed into her star.

"Oh fuck!" Dharlie cried out, twisting on the bed.

"Trust me," Liam soothed, moving his fist gently, two fingers in her pussy and one in her ass, his thumb rubbing circles on her engorged clit. Moving, he lie next to her, attaching his mouth to her nipple, his free hand pinching the other. His cock lay heavy against her thigh, and unable to resist the urge, he ground against her, letting her feel his arousal. He moved his hand faster, feeling her resistance fade, and focused his attentions on her beautiful breasts.

Lips and tongue worked together to arouse and excite Dharla in a way she was sure she wouldn't ever forget. Her hips rose to meet Liam's hand, grinding herself against his fingers and palm, her senses overriding any other sensation. Liam himself was lost in lust.

"I love you, little one," he whispered against her breast, "I love the way your body begs for me, taking me in... I love the way you taste, the way you feel. I love the sound of your gasps, watching your orgasm overtake your body, feeling your wetness on my fingers. I'm going to love you, fuck you, need you, til the very end." He lowered his head again, sucking hard on Dharla's nipple, and without warning, her body convulsed again, inner muscles squeezing hard on his fingers. Patiently, he rode her out, keeping his fingers firmly in place, letting her bring herself to not one, but two more orgasms on the heels of the previous.

Breathless, replete, eyes glazed and unfocused, Dharla was the most beautiful creature in the world.

"Mine," Liam whispered, levering himself up to sink up to the hilt in her wetness. "Look at me," he commanded, moving in and out slowly of her willing body. "Look at the one who loves you. Look at your man."

Dharla watched him, a loving smile on her lips even as she panted heavily, overcome with arousal. Her cheeks were flushed, and she couldn't have been more beautiful. Liam couldn't last long, and at last spent himself again inside her, cumming deep, the tip of his cock lodged firmly against her cervix.



The Claiming



Elise awoke to a vibrating hum. Her jaw ached from the hard gag strapped tightly to her head. It was dark, the carpet beneath her felt gritty against her skin. Her arms were pulled tightly behind her, her wrists bound to her ankles. 

His trunk, she realized. Real fear rang through her body. This guy is insane! What the fuck have I done? Tears flooded her eyes as she realized her life could end this night, this way. She struggled against the ropes that coiled down her arms and wrapped around her ankles. The faint scent of exhaust enveloped the small space adding to the queasy fear that slithered in her stomach. There was no escaping the smell, or the terror... 



The Claiming



Even as Paige slips her keys into the front door to her house she couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. It left the hairs on the back of her neck standing on end for most of the night. It was times like this that she hated living alone. Though as the door gave a soft click a light sigh passes her lips, once inside she would feel a lot better.

As she opened the door and started to step inside the relief soon turned to fear. Being pulled quickly into the house and spun around to be slammed onto the door as it shut. A gloved hand reaching from behind her turning the knob to the bolt lock. The click sung within her head as a black silk material was then moved up over her eyes. Panic set in, though before she could let out a yell for help another piece of silk material was placed between rose colored lips. Acting as a gag her yells where muffled.

Her mind racing Paige tried to think of how she could get away, even as she was jerked from the door and pushed around her house. The thought passes her mind again, it was her house and this person was making her feel lost within her own house. Struggling she manages to break free for a moment before being slammed back into a wall. The grip around her wrist tightened even more so then before. Though she was quickly spun around leaving her off balance.

Before she knew it the distinct feel of a silk rope wrapping around her wrists and being tightening was felt. Paige let out a cry, though it was muffled by the gag as she was pushed hard backwards. Until she fell onto something soft. Her mind races of where she could be, even as her arms here being bound above her head. All at once everything became clear, she was in her bedroom. Paige's struggles come frantic as she kicks. She knew one of the blows did send her attacker onto the floor with a loud thud.

A low growl sounds as the gloved hands quickly takes hold of an ankle. Securing it to one side of the bed. Paige tries with all her might to get free even with the one limb. Though it too was quickly caught and secured apart from the other leg. Before she knew it Paige hears the sound of her clothing being cut away from her body. A shiver ran down her body as she tries with all her might to fight back and free herself. The bounds however left her stuck where she was and her naked flesh to the whims of her attacker.

Paige let out a muffled sob as she felt one of the rough gloves move harshly over her skin. Until the glove moves up to push her hair away from her face and to the side. She felt the the weight of her attacker as they lean over her body. Feeling a tongue slide along her ear as one of the gloved hands move to take hold of her breast and play harshly with a nipple, tweaking it until it became a hard bud. A low soft whisper echoes by her ear.

"Mine to take. Mine to have."

She knew that voice! It was a woman's voice that belongs to her new girl friend Joan.

Fear gave way to anger and excitement. Even though she now knew who it was, Joan did not let Paige go. The gloves move harshly along her body. Grabbing and twisting her other nipple. The voice echoes in her head over and over again. 

"Mine to take. Mine to have."

One gloved hand moves along her taunt stomach then lifts away. Only to come smack hard down over Paige's mound. Covering it with the whole hand. Paige moans low into the gag as the voice echoes once again.

"Mine to take. Mine to have."

Roughly the glove moves over her hips and under her. Grasping her ass and pulling upwards more against Joan's body. The tongue flicking out over the ear again before growling low and whispering.

"Mine to take. Mine to have."

Soon rough gloves gave way to nails that dug into the flesh. Leaving dark red lines as they drag along the skin. Pinching and pulling on each nipple, as teeth sunk into Paige's neck. She could feel the marks that where being left upon her body. That wonderful tongue slips out and over the hot mark on Paige's neck before the whispers continue.

"Mine."

Joan ran her tongue along Paige's body, flicking over each nipple. Pulling them between her lips suckling and nipping each in turn. Nails sinking deeper into Paige's hips as Joan moves down over the taunt stomach to just above her mound. Pulling up on hips as light drops of crimson glimmer along painted black nails. The tongue moves along the lips before covering all of it the voice echoes loud enough to hear.

"Mine to take."

It didn't take long for Joan to bring her just to the edge and then stop. Paige letting out a frustrated moan of protest to being brought so far then dropped. Joan moves up to bite one side of Paige's hips growling with a slight chuckle. A hand having left one hip then in a loud sound come smacking down onto Paige's mound again.

"Mine and only mine. To have when and where I want."

Two fingers slide deep between Paige's folds. Pumping and pushing deeper. Some where between moans the gag was removed. Making the moans seem even louder then before. Joan moves up taking one of the nipples between her teeth as her fingers pump faster. Just enough to keep Paige wanting but not being able to find that release she so wanted and needed.

Finally not being able to take much more of the torment Paige yells out with a loud moan.

"Yes! Yours to have and take. Yours!"

The two fingers soon became three as the teeth sunk more into the nipple. Sending a shock wave of pain and excitement through Paige's body. Her back arching up as hips push more into the fingers. Riding them harder while being driven into ecstasy. Then slowly then being brought back down again with a heaving chest.

Paige being left shivering Joan moves over her body to cover her. Licking along the collar bone and up the neck, over the mark that was left. To Paige's lips, only to stop and a whisper echo once more before Joan covers the lips with her own.

"Mine to have. Mine to take."



The Claiming



A group of young people stands huddled at the base of a hill. Among them, wrapped in a green cloak, the edges of her green skirt caught in the wind, Sandra gazes up at the dark form of Nightstone Keep.

"No one's seen the Master of the keep for years, there are servants but nothing ever happens"

"They say that he's waiting for his Lady," A greasy young man says.

"Hardly, I bet he's not even there" Sandra says as she tugs on the edge of her bodice.

"I bet you're too scared to go up there"

"Ha, I could get in and out without getting caught"

"You couldn't get past the gates!"

Sandra shakes her head and starts walking up the hill. "I'll bring you back a candlestick, oh and next time you want to impress me, do it yourself"

Slipping on to the grounds was almost too easy. Sandra chuckles to herself as she slips into the dark building. She enters the great hall and gasps. The sparsely furnished room is surprisingly warm, a long table set for one gleams in the firelight.

Sandra lowers the hood of her cloak, letting the entire thing fall to the ground as she moves towards the fire, letting it warm her. She sighs as the goose bumps on her exposed cleavage fade to the smooth creamy complexion it was before her trek up the hill.

After a moment or two she stretches slightly and moves to the table. Sandra leans over and reaches for a candlestick. Suddenly a great warmth and weight slams into her. Before she can think to move her hands are pinned to the table from behind. Hot breath grazes her ear and fingers entwine in her hair.

"Welcome to my keep, Pet, you will learn to like it here"

Sandra struggles with a cry, "let me go! Please, let me go! I'm sorry!"

The man behind her chuckles warmly. "Now Pet, You entered my keep, so now you will be kept"

Sandra tries to pull herself free from her captor but only backs into him and suddenly realizes that he is hard.

He presses firmly against her. One hand in her hair he lets the other trail down her back to rest on her ass. She struggles once more but stills with a cry as his hand smacks her sharply.

"Be still Pet"

His hand starts gathering her skirts up till the warm air touches her most private of areas, followed by his hot hand. He caresses her ass and gives it a few gentle smacks before traveling lower.

She whimpers and struggles, "no please, don't"

She flinches as his fingers meet her most feminine area. He pauses, "You are a naughty Pet. You're quite wet, if I didn't know any better I'd say that you want me" With no notice he shoves three fingers deep inside of her making Sandra scream.

He wiggles his fingers, feeling her cunt flex around him. "Good girl"

Sandra breathes hard, her face flushing as this dark man makes her body do things she never knew possible. "Who..."

He starts slowly fucking her as he pulls her hair forcing her to stand. "I am Master Jason, you may call me Master"

"No!"

He spins her suddenly and stares into her eyes. Sandra looks up at him like a deer in bright light. Jason's blond hair falls wildly to his shoulders, his blue eyes nearly green with lust. His broad frame encased in black silk.

"You will call me Master, you will submit to me"

Sandra tries to push him away which makes his eyes grow thunderous. He loosens the tie on his black pants and in one swift movement buries himself to the hilt inside her. Harshly tearing her maidenhead

She cries out, a burning pain/pleasure nearly rips her in two. She grips the table and bites her lip. The sensations running through her are entirely alien to her. The sensation of pleasure that made her cry out was like nothing her chaste mind had ever encountered, nor the way that the pleasure made her body react, tensing, almost bucking for more. The pain, that was new as well, but as sharp as it was, the rending of her maidenhead and the sensation of being impaled and split in two, was not contrary to the pleasure, but a part of it, enhancing it. 

But most alien and frightening of all was the effect that this combined sensation of pleasure and pain, of her helplessness and his penetration. For perhaps the first time, for a full moment, she felt the urge to submit as he asked, as she had never done for any person. She felt, deep inside her, an almost primal and overwhelming urge to obey.

But his anger at her intrusion, his passion and his claiming of her was not to pause for her contemplation. Halting but a moment, that her cunt may stretch and form itself to the shape of it's new master's mighty sword, he pulled out of her and plunged deeply into her again, the sensation of pain and pleasure doubled from before.

"You are my pet, and I am your Master. You shall submit to me and the sooner you do so, the easier you shall find you stay here in my keep. And your stay shall last quite a long while." He punctuated his sentence with another powerful thrust, spearing her anew, overcoming her with strange emotions once again. "I am Master!"

"No!" she cried "I have no master. Not you; not anyo..." but her sentence was cut off as he grasped a handful of her hair and pulls her head back, baring her perfect throat to his lips and teeth and he thrusts deeply into her once again.

"You have but one master, and you shall serve him. You are mine, and mine alone, this is your fate this is your destiny." As he thrusts again and again, harder and deeper each time making what she had previously thought was his full penetration seem like but a glancing caress. She tries to resist it but a low moan escapes her lips, surprising her, but not Jason.

"I told you, you're such a naughty pet to want this so badly, to enjoy it so much. Say it to your master, say it to me. Admit you want this and that I alone am your master." Each phrase, each pause is accentuated with another thrust, harder and deeper into her. It feels as though he's going deeper than he possibly can, filling not just her dripping cunt but her whole body, her whole self. And yet her defiance remains, in spite of threat of punishment in spite of promise of pleasure. She fights with herself. He's demanding an answer, but can she remain defiant in sight of his terrible power or must she give in to that power and be his as he says she already is? She fights with herself as her body makes it's own answer and her hips began to buck against her will. She moans again, louder, a half cry, half plea as she feels deep within her the pleasure began to build to something new, something she had never imagined before. 

A deep pressure starts building inside her, starting at the tips of her toes and top of her head and working its way to her core. She cries out as his free hand moves to her bodice.

"No!" she tries in vain to force him away and his hands off her laces.

"Bad pet" Jason thrusts into her almost violently. The sudden pain makes Sandra's hands drop to grip the table once more. The pressure inside her nearly unbearable.

Jason unlaces her bodice and watches as her breasts strain against her chemise. The nipples hard and sensitive. He pulls the chemise down, exposing the pale globes to the air; her nipples harden more, the pink nubs standing out against her white skin.

The sudden change of temperature on her body throws Sandra over the edge. The pressure inside her explodes as her entire body contracts and pulses. Sandra cries out helplessly, her hands grasping for the closest firm object as she feels as if her entire being is spiraling out of control. She grips his shoulders, clinging to him without realizing it. As a gasp and a low moan escape her lips she barely opened here eyes to she what it is she's grasping and gazes full on his face, the look of lust in his eyes matched only by the smile on his face. Buried to the hilt, his hard shaft penetrating her screaming womanhood as the terrifying pleasure of this first orgasm washed over her and renders her helpless, he whispers in a low firm voice that is as frightening as it is comforting.

"You are Mine"

Silently unable to make a sound, she begins to shake her head once again, to deny his ownership, knowing even as she did that her denial was a lie that fooled not even her. Yet her new master didn't allow her the opportunity for false denials. Even as he climax reached its peak, as the first orgasm of her life rocked through her, peaking in an almost divine frenzy, she felt her tight cunt scream as his hard member pulls away, he spins her to face the table again and thrusts himself deep into her again. And again. And again. Harder now than before and any half-hearted attempt to resist his penetration, his ownership, his mastery was not just abandoned but banished far and away as she felt the second orgasm of her life beginning to build and pulse even before her first had begun to recede. His hands encircle her and massage her beasts firmly then hard, caressing then squeezing, torturous pleasure then rapturous pain. As his fingers prod her tender flesh, caress and pinch the tender skin of her huge soft breasts, his rigid sword is impaling her again and again ripping into her, filing her, violating her fulfilling her. Again she feels her muscles tighten as her hands flail on the table before her and she makes small noises almost grunting helplessly, each sound and motion an admission of what her words had denied, that she was his, and that it felt so right for it to be so. It built more and more, and she could fell that she was once again on the precipice and about to be hurled off with all the force he could muster. She felt to her humiliation that she was actually bucking her hips back onto him, not just accepting his mastery but inviting it, yearning for it. Closer, closer... and he rips out f her, his member freeing itself from her formerly virgin cunt and pauses suspended in space before it. She screams, as his sudden absence, the absence of that which had made her complete was far more painful than his penetration had ever been and without the accompanying pleasure. Her hips buck backward again reaching for it but he remains just out of reach.

"Pet"

She hears his voice but it is distant, a Soft sound under the roaring ocean of passion surging just behind her eyes.

"PET!"

"Hearing the voice of her tormentor, her pleaser, her Molester and her God she responds, her voice a high pitched whine the effort of it almost to much as her body aches for the cumulation that had just been denied her.

"yyyyeeeeeeessss.."

"You want this. You want your Master's Cock in your cunt. You want His control, his domination. You want to serve him, because it feels right to do so."

Part of her mind said no. The part that had been trained by society all her life to be strong and to never submit, it said no. But another part of her, something deeper, something primal, essential to very nature of her, the core of her womanhood cried out the truth, and there was no hesitation as she answered.

"YYYYEESS! FUCK YES MY GOD YES!"

With the scream of her mouth his passion speared her once again, offering her what she longed for, His dominion, his ownership, his control, his Mastery... and as he paused once again hovering just outside here, her body writhed knowing it needed only a little more stimulus to go over the edge of that precipice and that one He could give it to her... and yet he waited. He wanted something more than her intention, more than the understanding that she was as he said nothing more than an object for his lust... he wanted... He wanted...

"MASTER!" She screamed!

Brutally he thrust deep into her and she screamed as the flood of her orgasm overflowed her, the muscles of her cunt gripped his cock and milked him, begged him as he shot his gift to her deep within her body. It felt so right; to lie there and be used for this purpose, as though her very purpose in existence was to take his gift to take his cum and savor it, treasure it, worship it. The Word said, the submission offered and accepted her mouth couldn't stop screaming.

"MASTER! YES MASTER Jason! Jason, Jason, Jason, Jason, MASTER, YES!" her body was gone and her mind flung itself over the precipice, not just into the passion of her orgasm but also to the revelation oh her submission, of her place of how perfectly right it felt to not be in control but to be in his control. It was as if she was falling without the support of what she had thought right, and though she feared to land and die from the force it was worth it for this revelation. And yet she did not fall and die. The touch of her new master held her, it caught her, cradled her. His power, his control cradled her soul safely as his body sent hers yet again to the heaven/hell of ravaged pleasure. She could feel herself; her body given totally over to his wills, his desires, his uses. She felt her muscles twitch, her body convulse the tears streaming down her cheeks as her juices combined with his overflowed her womanhood and dripped down her thighs. She moaned and gasped as she felt his hands tearing her clothing from her and throwing it away from them. With one final spurt of his gift within her he pulled out and left her there, empty and sore, but filled with her master's essence, used and ravaged but undeniably owned.

She felt his hand tangle in her hair and pull hard, pulling her off the table to the floor. She fell there, on the floor before him and looking up at him she felt her body do what it felt was right, what her most primal instinct told her was proper. Sitting up, her thighs on her calves, her body still shaking, quivering covered in sweat, she bowed before her master.

"You are now Mine, Sandra"

"Yes"

"You are my property"

"Yes"

"You shall live here in my keep, as my slave, to service my pleasure. My pleasure is your sole purpose in existence" 

"Yes"

"You are Mine"

She felt such joy and such fear, such longing and such apprehension, yet she knew she had no choice and even if she did there was only one choice she could have made.

"Yes Master"

"Good girl, now get up"

Sandra sits up once more, her thighs are slick with his gift, her own juices and slightly pink with the blood from her virginity. Her body still tingling, she tries to stand but her legs won't work. The day was catching up with her; up early to work as a seamstress, then keeping up with her companions, then breaking into Master Jason's keep and being taken by him.

Her energy sapped, Sandra slumps to the floor.

"I said, get up"

"I... I can't" she looks up at him fearfully.

"You do work hard, Pet, all that sewing but never keeping the pretty dresses" he smiles indulgently down at her

"How do you know about my job?" She scoots backwards trying to get under the table.

Jason swiftly kneels and grabs her ankles, "I know you Pet. Now come here"

He pulls her back to him and bodily lifts her to standing. She cries out as he holds her. Struggling weakly as he carries her up a flight of stairs she is almost surprised when the door at the top opens and he deposits her on a soft chair.

Candles light a steaming inlaid bath. The smell of rosemary and roses wafts by. Sandra watches the bathwater with rapt attention but the sound of silk pooling on the floor makes her glance over. She quickly looks down, blushing hotly as shyness consumes her.

The candles glow gold, casting light and shadow on Jason's bare skin, he chuckles as he gazes down at her blushing form, "now Pet, shyness is not allowed" He listens to her mumble something to the floor before scooping her up once more. She yelps and wraps her arms around his neck as he moves towards the bath.

Gently Jason lowers them both into the tub, they both gasp as the hot water embraces them. He settles her in his lap and uses a hand to guide her chin so that she's looking at him. Her clear blue eyes are a mix of confusion, fear and a deep desire.

"Pet, kiss me"

Sandra bites her lip nervously, her eyes lowering to gaze upon his lips, so soft looking yet so commanding. With a cry of wonton abandon she presses her lips to his, tasting.

His hand tangles in her hair, gripping and pressing her to him harder. He runs his tongue against her lips, demanding entrance. She almost unconsciously responds, her lips part and her tongue darts out, deepening the kiss. With a growl Jason adjusts her seat, moving her legs so she straddles him, without breaking the kiss he pulls her down, impaling her once more upon his mighty sword. Sandra's eyes fly open as she half screams half moans into his mouth. He smiles into her lips and starts moving his hips until she takes over the tempo. She gyrates on him, bouncing hard and fast on his cock. He grabs her hips and forces them down harder as he thrusts up.

Sandra pulls away with a cry. Griping his shoulders, her head back, exposing her neck and breasts to his gaze as they bounce and jiggle in time with their beat. As she bounces faster and faster, she feels her body tighten, feels her pulse quicken and feels most of all her already tight cunt tighten around his cock as her orgasm, so new to her begins to build again. Her eyes open to see her new master looking at her with lust in his eyes. The look is so powerful she is torn between warring emotions, to run from it or to bow to it. Feeling him complete her and posses her once more as he thrusts up, she knows again that running is not an option even if he let her go. But as she started to bounce again, faster, his hands stayed her, on her hips holding her to him steady, unmoving. As he eyes went to his with question and longing she saw him concentrating. Then she felt it, his head, the tip of her lovers cock, swelling larger, deep in her, hurting so good, for seconds of infinite. Then it subsided, slowly and she started to grind again. But again her master's hand stayed her. Buried deep in her, to the hilt, he took a washcloth from the side of the tub, her master dipped into the hot steaming rose strewn water. 

Bringing it up dripping, her slowly ran the cloth over every inch of her bare quivering body. He began with her face, the water streaming down her bare breasts, down her stomach to her cunt and onto his body. He continued downward from there, dipping the cloth again and again into the water, caressing her face, her chin, her neck, her shoulders, her breasts, her stomach. Slowly her lifted her hips off of him and lay her gently back into the water. And he continued to wash her, caressing every inch of her bare skin. He washed the streams of cum, and the trickle of blood from her taken virginity from her thighs, the caress of the cloth almost making her cum over again, if not for his commanding voice.

"No. No pet, not yet. You must learn control, must learn to obey."

Silently biting her lip, she nodded her head, not trusting her voice not to moan if she dared say a word. She panted and breathed heavily as his cloth caressed her legs, her thighs and finally, (with no greater intimacy or pressure than anywhere else, to her torture) he ran it over her swollen cunt firmly, caressingly. Then he told her to turn over. On her hands and knees in the water, her breasts hanging down and dipping deep into the hot water she saw his shadow in the flickering candlelight. She gasped as she realized she could even see the shadow of his rigid member. Seeing how hard he was she expected to be penetrated again and braced herself. But instead of the pounding thrilling ecstasy and torture of is ownership, she felt instead the hot water being dripped onto her back in a way that almost made her cum again all by itself. Then the cloth as it caressed her shoulders, her back, her ass, until she was completely clean of the day's stresses, sweat, dust, cum, blood. 

She sat up and faced him to see that he was facing away. The sight of his broad back and shoulders in the flickering candlelight, of his ass, of his long black hair dripping water overwhelmed her not with lust, but with worship, with adoration and subservience. Without a word spoken, without one needed, she began her service to her master. She dipped the cloth into the hot water and brought it up slowly, dripping the water down his back, caressing his shoulders, his broad back each caress firm and cleansing, giving him pleasure that she could not see as he faced away from her, each touch an act of worship, veneration of his form of her master. As she caressed his ass, she saw tiniest tightening of the muscles and almost squealed in joy at the knowledge that she pleased her master.




The Claiming



As she finished she bowed her head, chin to her chest as her master turned. Thus it was not his face that first met her gaze but his rigid member, glistening wet, in the flickering candlelight. His hand touched her face tenderly, lifted her chin to look him in the eyes. Gently, softly, he spoke.

"Continue."

As he spoke he lay back into the water against the edge of the tub, the only part of him that remained erect was his hard member. Dipping the cloth into the water she leaned up and softly washed his face, the thin sheen of sweat on his forehead and upper lip, her fingers tangling momentarily in his beard. As she leaned forward, her breasts slid across his body and her nipples grew hard and her breath caught in her throat. As she moved downward she could feel his cock pressing against her and as she moved she felt something she hadn't ever before. It was similar to the sensation he had mad her feel, the aching roaring lust before she had given herself over fully and he had taken her. And more and more she felt her gaze going to that cock, that instrument of her torture and her deliverance, she felt a need for it, a need to worship it, to kiss, it caress it, feel it inside her once again. Hesitantly her hand went to embrace it. Like lightning her hand was held fast as his grasped her wrist. Looking up to his eyes like a child reaching into the cookie jar, she bowed her head in submission as he said only two words.

"Not yet."

Continuing and almost shaking, she continued to do her service to her master. She caressed his skin, washing rubbing, she lifted his arms and caressed every inch of him. True to his command she didn't pause as she reached his mighty member but washed it slowly and completely and if her hands shook as she did so, he either didn't notice or he forgave her for he said nothing. Finally as she judged herself done, she sat back on her haunches, her eyes downcast. Gently he reached out and lifted her chin again, to gaze into her eyes. He leaned forward and kissed each one, then paused his breath warm on her forehead and whispered gently,

"As you are mine, bow to me, but never fear to look into my eyes"

Gently he kissed her lips, as his hand held her gently on the back of her head his body pressing forward, he lay her back into the water as she lay back his hand ran down her face, closing her eyes. As she lay there in the darkness, she felt him sit on is knees before her and she hear again, only two words.

"Now, Pet."

Sandra opens her eyes, gazing up at him, drinking in his very essence. Mesmerized by his ability to take away her control and yet make her feel right.

Somewhere in her mind a small voice rebelled. Shouting that it must be a dream, that she had to have hit her head in a fall and all of this is an illusion, how else could this really be happening? She had dreamed about this since she hit puberty. See? That faint sounds of someone calling her name. She sits up, confused. That is someone calling her name, faintly through the window she can hear her friends looking for her.

"Pet" Jason says as he watches her face, a myriad of emotions war across it, her lower lip jutting out in a pout.

In a small voice, convinced that she was dreaming, "no... Sandra..."

"Pet, obey"

Jason's face shows no emotion, he too hears her friends calling her name, getting louder as they grew near. Growling he quickly stands and gathers Sandra in his arms once again. This time she struggles, "my friends want me to..."

"I want you, Pet, Sandra. And I have you"

With little warning he lays her on a bed and brings her arms up. Pinning her body with his Jason brings her arms up and affixes her wrists above her head with soft manacles.

"But... but..." Sandra looks frightened, tugging at her bonds.

With a wicked smile Jason slides his hands down her arms to her breasts where he pinches her nipples hard, down her stomach, pulling on her cunt hair and making her cry out, he takes each of her ankles and places them in manacles as well. He reaches over and covers her eyes with a piece of silk. Jason watches as his little pet tests her bonds with a whimper. The air chilling her still wet body, her skin tightening, nipples becoming almost painfully erect.

Kissing her fiercely he whispers to her, "Stay"

Sandra is forced to lay there, alone in the darkness, for what feels like an eternity before she hears a door open and shut. "Please! I... let me wake up" she whimpers

"You are very awake, my pet, this is both your dream and your nightmare." 

She feels a burning cold pressed to both her painfully erect nipples. She screams piercingly as the painful pleasure arcs through her body like electricity. Again the cold of what she knows despite her blindness can only be ice, is touched to her nipples and the traced slowly outward in ever growing circles. She moans, gasps and screams as the cold is taken away, her entire body shakes and shivers.

For what feels like an eternity she lies there, nipples and breasts almost painfully chilled, hearing nothing seeing nothing. Then something flickers by her nipple once again and she yelps fear the ice. But this is warm and supple and it's not until it circles her nipple tenderly that she realizes in a moment of ecstasy that it's her master's tongue. She moans in heavenly ecstasy as her hard cold nipple is taken into her master's mouth. He suckles on her breast as if she was a mother and he desired her milk. The warmth of his mouth is heaven after the cold of the ice. After a few moments, his mouth took her other nipple into his mouth. 

Sandra moans, past the cold, past the warmth, lost and embraced in the passion of her master's touch, her intimate tender nipple in her master's longing needing mouth. She struggles against her bonds and moans as her back arches. She gasps as she feels his teeth grate against he skin and with a pop his mouth pulls away, leaving her there moaning and writhing. Needing more, she moans and she begs.

"Please no, don't stop, more please master more, please!"

But her pleas prove in vain. She hears no sound and it seems like forever before there is any other sound of movement, the sound of the door closing. 

~~~~~~~~~~

Sandra awakens with a gasp. She tries to rise but finds herself still bound, and then the memory of the previous day, and where she is comes back to her. She has no idea how much time has passed, only vaguely remembers writhing and struggling in the darkness until she fell asleep exhausted. That may have been moments ago, or days. Suddenly she realizes hat the sound was that had awoken her. The door had opened! Lying there in anticipation, she didn't have to wait long. Her master's touch on her face after so long was like an affirmation of her existence, a reminder of her life. As if reading her mind, she heard his voice, like a smoothing calm.

"I missed you pet. I have come for you, as I have need for you. And for this purpose alone do you exist: To await me, to be used for my pleasure. This is the lesson you must learn now"

She feels his hand run down her body, from her face to her breasts, to her stomach to her mound, where he pulls hard at her cunt hair, making her cry out. Then his hand continues across her lips making her moan. Then onward down her leg his fingertips caressing the inside of her thighs as she writhed, until he reached the manacles at her ankle. First one, then the other he unbound. Spreading her legs wide, he positioned himself between them and without a moments warning thrust his mighty rigid member deep into her moist heat. She screamed incoherently, feeling as if she were being split in two, the pain promising a pleasure that was what she had ached for for so long.

He paused in her but a moment and then thrust again, harder. And again, even harder. Each thrust each pulse; each breath signaled a new penetration not just of her body (which she knew to be under his power) but also of her Mind, of her will, of her soul. Harder, harder he slammed his manhood into her, and she felt the explosion build within her larger and larger. Just before she gave way, just before she erupted with love for him, he pulled himself free from her. She moaned at his absence, at her need for him. But not before gasping as she felt his hot scalding cum spray all over her belly, coating her skin in his lust.

She moaned again, aching for him needing his final thrust to cumulate in ecstasy. But no such thrust was coming. She tore at her bonds, her arms thrashing futilely. Then she feels his hands, his touch, the only sensation in the world, a sensation that becomes her world as his hands caress her arms her shoulders and her neck. Next they side to her breasts, massaging kneading them, firmly quickly. Then his hands go to her belly, where they rub his cum into her skin, smoothing is essence and seed into her flesh as she moans at the sensation. Then he is gone. She holds her breath a moment, then feels his hands again, this time pressed to her lips. Eagerly she takes is fingers into her mouth, and sucks them hungrily, sucking the cum from his fingers and reveling in the taste. As she finishes she feels something else, harder more warm and rigid pressed to her lips, moaning in pleasure at the realization of what this is, she opens her mouth and her tongue hungrily seeks out her master's cock as it is thrust into her mouth. She sucks harder and harder taking him deeper and deeper. Suddenly she gasps as she feels his fingers slide into her moist heat, pulsing sliding deep into her. Writhing she sucks harder and harder as she feels his fingers press deeply into her in time with her sucking. Faster. Harder. Deeper as she feels her climax build, she takes his cock completely into her mouth, deepthoating her master. He pulls his cock free of her mouth and she starts to beg.

"Please Master Jason! Help me, let me cum! Ple... " Her cry as cut off as her masters fingers leave her, aching needing, so close but unfulfilled. As her mouth opened to protest, to cry out, to plead, she felt her masters hot cum spurt onto her, spray onto her face some landing in her mouth, most landing on her face her eyes, her hair. Hungrily she laps up all the cum that her tongue can reach form her face and she moans. 

"MASTER?!"

The only reply she receives is the stinging rapture of her master's hand slamming down hard onto her cunt, the pain and the pleasure almost making her cum in and of itself. She hears only on word from her master as she weeps in longing and need.

"Slave."

At the sound of the voice of her mater, her god, saying such a word, such a perfect word, a word that so perfectly describes her innermost self, her true essence, she moans once again as her legs spread wide, her hips buck forward and her cunt swells so close to orgasm. She feels him position himself once more, between her legs, his cock ready and waiting, hard and rigid, so close to the source of her burning pulsing aching swollen desire. And yet he doesn't move. He waits. On and on, each second an eternity. She ceases to think, ceases to exist as the woman that she had been when she came to this place. She exists only now as an object to be used, a toy to please, an animal that writhes and whimpers and begs for the only fulfillment that can ever complete it, her master's cock, her master's cum. And in that moment, she realizes that this is the lesson, this is the realization that he was waiting for her to have, that without him there was no her. That her sole purpose in existence, her reason for being was his pleasure. To worship him, to serve him, to be fucked and used by him. This was her purpose and this realization set her free. Following her innermost instinct, her most primal desire, the command that was echoing in her deepest soul she said the word he was longing to hear, and in that one word her voice conveyed everything he needed to hear, her submission, her servitude, her realization of the reason for her being.

"MASTER!!!!!"

He thrust hard, just once, and that was all either of them needed as her body exploded and orgasm of illogical proportion overtaking her as she was filled, completed, owned. His cum erupted into her, as forceful as any volcano and just as hot as lava and he filled her with is essence and her tight used cunt clamped around him, milking his cock for every drop of his gift to his slave.

The orgasm rocked through them both, for what seemed like an eternity, until they both collapsed. He rest there on top of her for a few moments, then rose and unbound her hands enfolding her in is arms, finally, and he whispered into her ear.

"I love you my pet"

Sighing and weeping for joy, she whispered back.

"I love you Master"

Smiling he held her, kissing he gently and they slept, each fading to dreams with the perfect knowledge of their place. Sandra's last thoughts were of her new place, her new role, and the role she knew she had been born to fill. 

They were lover and lover. 

Man and woman. 

Husband and wife. 

Lord and Lady. 

Master and slave. 



The Claiming



I want to let you know this is a true story. It happened not long ago. My lover and I though both of us are married have shared several other scenes since this one, all equally intense. This is the one however that I chose to share with you. This is my first submission and I am sure I have over looked something, but the story in indeed speaks for itself.

She walked into the motel room methodically knowing she was going to be fucked today. Wes and Donna had met several months ago in a married but looking chat room. They had discussed many types of sex, their marriages, and been honest about their own descriptions. She new she was ready.

In her mind the rhythmic base guitar electrified her mood, some Nick Cave song she had heard on the way over, it was perfect, completely sober, anticipating the events that would unfold today. She new he was waiting for her, a lover she had known only through instant messenger on her PC. A stranger really, and she didn't care. She felt like a stranger to herself and nothing really seemed relevant except her never-ending desire for sex.

He opened the door confidently knowing what he was going to do to her today. She would submit to him fully, either willingly or not, he really didn't care. All that mattered to him was that he poses her body today, bend her to his will, his need to dominate her was overwhelming, just the thought of having total control over her made his cock throb.

She walked in the room and heard the door shut with a click. Knowing for certain when she stepped out of the room she would forever be changed.

He walked up to her and they kissed, tasting each other, awakening their senses for the moments ahead. Wes squeezed her breasts and they began to undress each other, tearing and ripping the clothes from each others wanting bodies until there were no barriers between them.

Wes led Donna to the bed, like a lamb to the slaughter. As he laid back onto the bed pulling her towards him, wrapping his fist in her hair, pulling her face towards his growing cock. She did not hesitate taking him into her mouth. Sliding up and down his cock, tickling the back of it's large head with her tongue, as he pushed his cock deeper into her mouth thrusting his hips up and pushing her head down. With his free hand he grabbed at her breast pinching her nipple slightly, he laid his head back and closed his eyes a moan escaping his lips as his hand pulled her hair forcing his cock deeper into her throat. 

She struggled not to gag as his thick cock hardened and pushed its way into her throat, sliding up and down his shaft as he roughly pulled and pushed her face over his cock, regulating her speed.

She felt his balls tighten and his cock spasm as the first stream of hot liquid spewed into her mouth. She struggled yet again to swallow him, milking every ounce of him from his wilting cock. Satisfied with her performance she crawled under the covers next to him, smiling to herself. She new she made him feel good and that is always pleasing.

After a few moments he looked at her and said, "Glad you could make it" She smiled and said " me too"

Without warning she felt his mouth engulf her nipple and tease it as his teeth bit down ever so softly. His hand moved between her legs and his finger slipped easily into her. He was not surprised to find her wet at all, but she was. She had never known she could get so wet. He bit and kissed at her neck causing a moan to escape her lips as he moved over the top of her. Suckling her breasts first one then the other, a little bite here and there. Sliding down her body he saw the scares from the life she had endured, he wanted to take from her what no other would. Poses her mind and body if only for a short while. Bring her to levels of pleasure she had never known with a man. Parting the swollen lips of her sex, his tongue teased her clit, tenderly but surly. Her hands molesting her own breasts as she spread her legs wide for him allowing him to savor her sweet nectar.

His tongue moved in little circles around and over her clit, softly and tenderly he moved with stealth and confidence. He slid his finger into her tight hole feeling her body writhe and shake as he danced with her. He felt her little nub grow and swell with need, as his own cock began to swell again, 

She could feel the blood rushing through her body as he slid up onto her, he brought his cock back to her face and she hungrily devoured it, tasting him as his shaft tightened. He thrust in and out of her, relishing her plump lips that surrounded his now engorged cock. Easily he adjusted his position and brought his throbbing man hood to her hot wet hole, he entered her swiftly and completely forcing all of his thick hard cock into her, again she moaned, He ground into her teasing her body, her breathing was labored, her ache only growing. Her mind was screaming for him not to stop, but all that escaped her lips was a deep moan of bliss. He never fully withdrew from her, just short deep thrusts that were bringing her to madness, she could feel it threatening to overcome her, she recognized the fact that she was going to cum, this was the point when her own mind would betray her, it always did, her failure to allow her own body to succumb to this primal need had cursed her for so long, she struggled to relax, He sensed it, he new she was close, "I've got you baby, close your eyes and feel my cock pulling from you what it must have, cum for me baby, cum for me" his words were tender and smooth and pushed her over the edge, wave after wave exploded from deep inside her, he never missed a stroke, he continued to grind his hips into hers, sinking his cock completely into her, pulling from her all that she could give. He felt her tight walls spasm around his pulsing cock, "oh yes baby, that's it" he whispered, as her back arched and her release subsided.

He new she was his for as long as he wanted her, and an evil smile curled on his lips and he buried his face in her gorgeous tits. Tears streamed from her eyes, she could not believe what had just happened.

With a swift skill that told her he was a pro he rolled her over onto her stomach and pulled her hips up to meet his, His cock demanding release, he was not through with her yet. He slammed his rock hard muscle into her, forcing a gasp from her lips. My turn baby, he said evilly, and began to fuck her in earnest, deep rich thrusts that threatened her balance, with his right hand he reached for her hair pulling her head up with force as he thrust ever deeper into her, a scream erupted from her lips, short but enough to tell him he had her attention, she could feel his balls slapping against her body with each swift grunt he made as he fucked her without mercy, then he just stopped,

For a moment she thought she had done something wrong, she could feel him on his knees behind her, his cock still throbbing sharing his heart beat with her, but he was motionless. Then she felt a cool liquid sliding down the crack of her ass, then his finger and it massaged the lubrication into her rose bud, she new she would not stop him, she new her ass was his from the moment she had entered this room. She felt his cock slide out of her pussy and heard him apply lube to his shaft, slowly stroking the rock hard muscle, the tool he was about to abuse her with. 

As she felt him line the head of his cock up with her virgin hole, she felt his hand grip her hips tightly and he pushed the head of his cock into her ass, she gasped as she felt her ass stretch to accommodate him. A burning sensation engulfed her entire body, the heat was as wicked as his charm. He cautioned her to relax as he pulled back just a bit and forced another two inches into her tightness, she caught the scream in her throat, her mind was spinning as she tried to grasp reality, and convince her body to take this man.

His cock withdrew nearly completely this time only to spear her fully and his hips sank into the soft flesh of her ass, eight thick inches fully penetrating her, the pain was intense and she struggled to attain composure,

He began to slowly move his weapon in and out of her tight ass, relishing the grip it had on him. As his speed increased her pain eased and she began to feel familiar sensations coursing through her speared body. He began to fuck her ass with a fever, threatening to devour her very soul, 

"Touch yourself," he commanded and she reached between her legs to claim yet another first, an anal orgasm. She massaged her clit as he fucked her she could feel the need rising in her yet again, an ache, oh so sweet, as her orgasm rushed through her body, the scream erupted, she felt his final thrust as his cock buried yet again within her filling her ass with splash after splash of his spunk.

He watched as his cock slid from her ass, admiring his handy work. That evil grin still lingering on his lips, she rolled onto her side completely spent, there was nothing left in her to give.

As he walked into the bathroom she heard the shower spring to life, and listened as he washed himself, she got up and dressed not wanting to rinse him away just yet, As she slid her shoes on he emerged from the shower, drying himself with a towel. You might want to shower Hun, he said, I am sure you smell like the epitome of sex.

No I think I will wait, I want him to smell and taste your success when I get home. With that she kissed him and left she room, as she exited the hotel, it was her who had the evil grin spread across her lips. Humming the same Nick Cave song softly to herself.



The Claiming



She had known from the moment that she laid eyes on Sero at court that she wanted him, she needed him. He was a knight from a neighboring land and she was a lady of the court, she was no 

longer betrothed yet still supposed to be in a grieving period. She did not grieve though, there was nothing for her to grieve...the marriage had not been in her best interest anyway. 

He had been visiting a court a few months, and would be there much longer than that, and she longed to be his companion for the remainder of his stay. She shook that thought from her mind as she tried to pry her eyes from him. Even in armor his muscular form set her body ablaze with wanting. His voice was so decadent, the embodiment of perfection of sweetness and power and every time he spoke she wanted to beg him to speak again. She thought the official dinner would never end, when finally it came to the socialization, she was relieved and the fire still burned for him. 

She sat as was ladylike and the fashion of the court but when he asked her to dance she felt as if heaven could call her that very moment. As she nodded and he took her hand, kissing it as was the custom she wanted to beg him to kiss not her hand, but her lips. She refrained however, and found herself swept up in a dance with him. The music did not matter, all that mattered were his eyes that seemed to scorch through her down to her core. After what seemed 

like an eternity she finally spoke to him.

"Forgive me, my lord but I must confess and I will do so most bluntly, that I cannot take my eyes from you." 

She was very careful not to move her hands from their proper positioning during the dance, yet her body longed to act well beneath her station. A smile brushed across his face, and she longed to see that smile again in the dim lighting of his private chambers. He spoke, his voice gentle. 

"Nor I you." 

His words caused her to forget to breath for a moment, her face turning the deep crimson of a blush. He smiled again, seeming to caress her with his words he spoke again, 

"I have not been able to take my eyes from you since my arrival Lady Elyse." 

He leaned in even 

closer, she could feel his breath against her neck as he whispered in her ear. 

"I will have you know that I have been thinking of you in the most intimate of ways, I wish to know you. I implore you not to take offense M'lady. If this interests you I will be retiring to the garden, dismiss yourself and meet me there." 

Much to her chagrin she realized the song had ended, he kissed her hand as was the fashion and she watched as he dismissed himself from the merriment. 

As she walked back to her seat her body was aflame, she could still feel his breath on her neck and his words in her ear. She told her companions she had grown tired and dismissed herself as well. Walking through the corridors seemed a chore, her body so aflame with want for him that she almost missed the turn to enter the garden. 

As she walked between the hedges she stopped for a moment, he was nowhere in sight. A moment 

later she felt his hands upon her shoulders. He stood behind her, caressing her bare shoulders, 

easily maneuvering around the top of the dress. She could feel the heat of his body and even through all of the fabric between them she could feel how much he truly wanted her. 

"Lady Elyse." 

His diction of her name was perfect even though his tone was almost that of an 

animialistic growl.She felt his lips below her ear as he began humming kisses down her neck. 

"Lord Sero."

Her reply of his name was so quiet it was barely audible between her now heavy breaths. He kissed down to her shoulders and placed a final kiss on her collarbone before he spoke again.

"Are you aware how badly I desire you?" 

She knew if he desired her only half as much as she desired him that this would be a multiple night adventure. 

"If it is as I desire you, I imagine a great deal." 

She barely had time to finish her response before he spun her around, taking a side of her face in each hand. He brought his lips to hers, a kiss of equal parts sensual and sexual need. Mid-kiss he pulled her even closer, grinding their bodies together in an erotic dance as his hands explored her body through the fabric. He finally paused 

a moment on her breasts, rubbing an engorged peak with his thumb as the kiss became more intense. 

Her knees nearly buckled with anticipation and pleasure as his other hand lowered, caressing her core through the fabric. She was sure she would be unable to hide her arousal from him. As the kiss finally broke he spoke to her again, "My lady it would be my suggestion that if you wish to move indoors that we do so now, otherwise we will be explaining the stains of the grass on our clothing." She cared not and she expressed how little she cared as her hands moved to his armor 

and began to remove it a piece at a time between passionate kisses. 

When finally he stood before her in his chain mail pants alone she seemed satisfied for a moment. She trailed kisses down his body, and laid gently placed licks upon the muscles at the top of his remaining clothing.She 

looked up and watched the look of his beautiful face in the moonlight. His hair sparkled against the gentle rays of the moon, his face so serene as if he was in heaven. He opened his eyes and met hers and the mutual fire of passion overtook them. He quickly removed the last bits of his clothing and started to undo the buttons on the back of her dress, grazing his lips down her spine as he undid every single one of them with skilled hands. 

When finally they stood bare in front of each other he lowered her to the grass, bringing himself down beside her. He reclined on an elbow as he took one of her nipples into his mouth, suckling it as if it was precious to his survival. As he repeated the action on her other nipple his hand reached for her core, parting her legs. As his hand met only a river of her wanting he smiled, biting down gently before he spoke to her, "It seems the beautiful lady has been unladylike." He slipped a finger inside her then, circling it around her clitoris. She arched upwards at his touch, arching her breast even further into his mouth accidentally, a high moan of ecstasy escaping her lips.

She found herself surprised though when his hand that was not tracing the center of her pleasure came to her other hand, bringing it down to meet his own. He stopped suckling for a moment and stared deep into her eyes, 

"Show me what you do to yourself when you think of me." 

Her surprise was obvious and he smiled a grin of satisfaction, "Go on, show me." The blush returned to her cheeks and seem to spread her entire body as he sat back and began to watch her. 

Her actions were honest. Her fingers spread the lips of her womanhood, a finger going to her clit and two more fingers delving deep within her. Her moan was low and her breathing increased even more as the fingers began to move deeper and then depart from her and complete the process all over again, She could feel his eyes upon her and it only intensified her pleasures, finally 

she cried out to him through gritted teeth. "You must allow me to stop or I'll..." He interrupted her before she could even finish. 

"Release yourself then beautiful one and after you 

do so, leave your fingers where they are."

His urging for her to continue sent her over the edge and an orgasm ripped through her body and covered her fingers in the essence of her want for him. She looked up at him to find a pleased look and she watched as he repositioned his body and 

his head dipped between her thighs, She felt a gentle kiss on her thigh and then his strong hand 

on her wrist, pulling her fingers from inside her. She gasped as he took her fingers into his mouth, cleaning them of her pleasures and leaving only the slightest mark of their former action. 

He positioned his body then atop hers, his length pressing in to her readied core. A hand was 

carefully placed on either side of her shoulders and the definition of his own made her want him 

even more. She took a moment to beg to please him He refused her saying only one thing about it, 

"There will be time for that other nights, tonight I crave to be deep within you." Her response was muffled by a kiss, he still tasted of her and she found it most erotic. His length plunged in to her core, his hips coming all the way down to meet her own and her body accepted him with a willingness, conforming to his body as it melded with her own. She watched as his shoulders rippled with power as he pulled out of her , only to come back down again sending her arching upwards to meet him. Her hands ran their way down his spine, the lower they reached the faster he seemed to plow into her. She felt her the heat or her body rising up in an orgasm again and she had to say nothing. As he felt her begin to writhe in his passions his length began to twitch within her and within seconds of her release he filled her with his warm seed. 

She laid back against the grass, attempting to catch her breath and after removing himself from her he did the same. Their sweat glistened in the moonlight as they rested, spent from their encounter. When he caught his breath he leaned back over to her, placing a most passionate kiss upon her lips. 

"How do you feel about my homeland?" She gave him a confused look at such a question and he smiled. "You will be returning with me as my wife."



The Claiming Ch. 01



She followed the chain into the room, her green eyes straining to see through the blindfold over her eyes. The scent of grapes caressed her nose, letting her know that He had candles burning nearby. She thought of Him and smiled slightly, though the fear in her made it difficult. She imagined him holding the end of the chain that was attatched to her collar, guiding her into this room. She did not know what he had planned, merely that he was going to take her. She felt infinitely small at that moment and thought about how she'd gotten to this point. 

Here she was, not two weeks ago, laying on the couch, her head in her husbands lap, watching an erotic film some friends had suggested. The girl in it had been claimed as a slave. She felt a yearning to be the girl ... to be taken and used ... to be cared for in such a deep sense ... to live for his pleasure ... and she talked to her husband about the feelings. He hadn't seemed to notice then, and she was left to satisfy herself manually. Then, this afternoon, when he got home from work he frightened her. He told her that he was going to grant her wish, and reached out, catching her hair in his hand. She couldn't speak ... couldn't think ... couldn't do anything except give into Him and fall on her knees at His feet. He seemed so much larger, then, as if He consumed the room, and she feared that she would be lost within Him. No, she thought, that's not right. Not feared ... in truth, she longed for it. She started to watch where He went as He stepped away from her, but He ordered her not to. 

"Keep your head forward and your eyes down!", he reprimanded, "Do not look at me!" 

She immediately obeyed, frightened by the strength of His voice. She could hear him closing the blinds throughout the house and then felt His arms reaching around her from behind. Her breathing quickened as His fingers slid lightly over her breasts and she gasped as He began to undress her. Her nakedness only heightened her awareness of what He might do, and she started to cry, as much from fear as from an overwhelming happiness that she was going to be His even more now. Their marriage had been pleasant, but now, to truely be owned by Him, she could not conceive of any end to her love for Him. When he had her stand so he could remove her jeans and panties, she could see the smile on His face and the love in His eyes. She felt her sex throb and moisten as He brought out a razor and shaving cream and began to remove the hair from her mound. She could not believe this was happening. She had always kept her pubic hair neatly trimmed, but He was shaving her clean even her anus. She considered resisting ... fighting Him, but the pulsing between her legs kept her motionless. She wanted this ... more than anything she'd ever wanted in her life ... and she did not want to jeopardize His ownership. When He put her back on her knees and forced them apart with His foot she felt somehow more naked than ever before. Her sweetness was open to His view easily, in this position, and she knew that this was her place. She saw Him, from the corner of her eye, pull a small duffle bag from the corner. He had dropped it there when He got home. She'd seen it in His car over the last two weeks, but had never been curious enough to ask what it was. When He pulled a small silver chain with clips at the end from it, she knew. He'd been gathering materials over the last two weeks, behind her back. She moaned as He placed the clips on her nipples and adjusted their tightness. She reached down to soothe the ache between her thighs and winced when He kicked her hand away. 

"Don't EVER do that again, unless I tell you to," He commanded. "That is not yours anymore. It is mine, and it will ache untill I choose to relieve the ache." 

He then placed a small leather band around her throat, attatching using a small lock to hold the rings at the end together, and used some large, leather cuffs to lock her wrists together behind her back. The last thing she saw was the dog leash He hooked to her collar, before he placed the blindfold over her eyes. 

Based on the path they had taken, she was guessing that they were in His workroom. He had been so gentle in guiding her here ... steering her around obsticles and through doorways. She felt Him bend her over His workbench and then His hands were all over her. Stroking her hair, scratching softly down her back, gliding down to touch the core of her desire. She could feel His finger laying against her opening, and she tried to push back onto it, but He pulled it away.

"I told you not to do that," He commented and she thought she'd heard a bit of laughter in His voice. "Now you're going to have to be punished."

She thought frantically about how to stop Him. What could she do or say to stop Him from doing this. She wanted to please Him, but the lust was so strong, she couldn't help herself. She had to try to fill her hole with His finger. It was as though her body had done it against her will, but it hadn't ... she had done it willfully and displeased Him. She tried to think of something that would change His mind, but found herself merely begging Him not to be angry.

She was cut off by the loud smack. She heard it, almost before she felt it. The sound of skin against skin. Then the realization came ... He was spanking her with His bare hand. She cried out but the desire in her only rose. With each swat she felt more alive. Her ass was on fire, but it was Him that was doing it. After 20 swats He rubbed her reddened ass and teased her some more. Her body was alive with desire ... the clamps only adding to the pain and pleasure she was getting from the spanking. With every swat the chain would sway and remind her of their presence. She had started to get use to them, to ignore them. Now they were added arousal. 

She heard Him step away and unzip the bag again. She strained trying to guess whatever it was that He was getting, based solely upon the sound. She felt Him beside her again and gasped as His finger touched her anus. He'd never gone near her ass before ... probably because she had never let Him. Now, as His property, it seemed she would not have a choice in the matter. She felt the cold wetness of the lube and squeezed her eyes shut beneath the blindfold, afraid of what was to come. She felt something small press against the opening ... seeming to get wider as it entered...and she moaned slightly, in spite of herself.

"This is called a butt-plug, my love. I intend to enjoy every part of you, this will begin preparing your ass for me."

Finally it was all the way inside her. She felt so full. She could have cum while He was inserting it, but the pain from the stretching helped her to resist. She did not want to cum until He was inside her. Her mind was a whirl of thoughts. She almost could not distinguish between the feeling of the clamps and the plug....it had become one divine agony. She felt herself slipping deeper inside herself to another world.

Something soft against her skin, almost like...fur. It had to be. So soft...so smooth. Her hair being pulled...guiding her to her feet. His foot pushing hers apart, making her spread herself open to Him. He released one of the cuffs and she longed to wrap her arms about His neck, to kiss Him deeply, to thank Him for all He'd given her, but she resisted. She wanted to obey. She knew He would tell her if she were allowed. He raised her arms over her head and closed the cuff around her small wrist. She felt the chain between them pulled a bit and heard a click. She tried to pull her hands away...fearful of the unknown. They remained over her head. He had hooked them in place. She relaxed a bit, giving in, further, to her submission.

She felt the softness again. Gliding over her shoulders and up her arms. Up her legs, teasing her sex. Then it thudded against her ass. So soft. The thudding gentle, caring, making her long for more. His lips touched hers and she fell into His mouth, giving herself completely to Him in one soft, deep kiss that came from far within. She felt His hardness parting her wet lips, filling her completely. He used her there and then and she was completed. She knew then that He had claimed her as His and their life would never again be the same.



The Claiming Ch. 02



She opened her eyes slowly. The dim light did not allow her to see much of her surroundings. She wondered, for a moment, why her arms ached so, and why her anus and rectum felt so stretched and full. Then she remembered. He had claimed her. He no longer had a name. She thought He had once, but that seemed so long ago. No, she thought, He did have a name, but she didn't feel right calling Him that, not even in her own mind. He was Master, Sir, my Lord, or Daddy. Any of these felt perfectly fine to her, but she could not make herself think of Him as anything else.

He had left her hanging there, in His workroom, after He had used her. She had been so exhausted, mentally and physically, that she had fallen asleep without regard for her uncomfortable position. Although she felt like she'd slept all night, it had really only been an hour. She heard Him enter the room and fought the temptation to turn and look at Him. She knew that would not have been acceptable. She felt the soft fur lining of the blindfold sliding down her forehead and over her eyes. 

Darkness. 

Immediately all her hairs were standing on end. She strained her ears to try and hear what He was doing. She heard a match ignite and then caught the sent of apples beginning to fill the room. He was lighting candles. Almost instinctively she tried to recoil, as her mind caught up with what was about to happen. He was going to drip wax on her. She began to yank at the bonds on her wrists, but it was futile. She was held as securely as ever. She tried to move her legs, only to discover that He had secured the spreader bar to something, immobilizing them as well. The sting, again, came almost before the sound. He had struck her rear with the flat of His hand.

"Be still, slave," He admonished, "or you won't be able to sit for a month."

She tried to control herself. She reminded herself that she was simply here for His enjoyment, and if this is what He wanted, then she should just relax and accept it. She was still fighting the panic when the first drop splattered against the smooth skin of her round buttocks. She tried to cry out, but the gag muffled it. A second splatter, in a new spot struck moments later, causing her to scream again. She could not believe He was doing this to her. The heat from the wax, as it struck and splattered, combined with the sensation of it cooling and hardening caused waves of erotic pleasure to course through her body. 

The drips seemed to be coming faster, now...each landing in a new spot. It was no longer quite as painful, she realized it was shock, more than actual pain, that caused her to scream. She started to relax some. She closed her eyes and focused on the sensations. Her sex was soaking wet, now, and she moved her hips against the air. She felt Him grip her hips and twist her so that she was leaning backward. She drew in her breath, waiting for the next drop, but it never came. 

Instead she felt what she could only guess was a pastry brush, painting the warm wax onto her nipples. A soft moan escaped her throat and she longed to feel more. Slowly she felt Him covering her body with the warm wax. Her pleasure felt so great she thought she might explode. Every muscle ached and her skin seemed so hot she thought it could melt the wax again. 

She cried out, again, and her whole body shuddered with a minor orgasm, as He brushed the wax over her pussy. She had never imagined that anything could feel so wonderfully intense. Then she felt Him step between her legs...the soft hair from His legs caressing and teasing her thighs. He entered her easily and she drove herself onto Him, wanting every inch of His manhood inside her hungry cunt. He stood very still while she writhed and bucked, trying to fulfill her need. 

He began moving His hips and she knew He was nearing orgasm. She wanted to cum so badly. He fucked her savagely. Ramming deep into her....driving her back against her restraints. She felt His body begin to tense and knew He was going to cum inside her. As the first ribbons of semen splashed inside her, she felt the heat of the wax splatter against her bare stomach and she lost all control. Her body shook violently as wave upon wave of raw pleasure over took it. When the orgasm passed, her mind was numb. She felt her body quiver, occasionally, with the aftershocks. 

She felt as if she were a thousand miles away and "watched" as her body was lifted and carried to the bedroom. She felt her body wrapped in the comforter and a straw placed in her mouth. She sipped slightly and the bittersweet taste of grape juice washed over her tongue, bringing her back to herself. She continued to sip, finishing all that He offered.

The blindfold and gag were gone, now, though the collar and cuffs remained. He held her tightly against His chest as she rested on His lap. She felt owned, then. Not just claimed, but completely and totally owned.....and loved. She drifted off to sleep, as the exhaustion of the nights events took hold, feeling safe in His arms.

She awoke with the sunrise and, happily, found herself chained to the bed by her collar. Her Master slept soundly beside her, so she remained motionless, so as not to disturb Him. She stared at Him for a long time, in awe of what He'd become to her. He began to stir and wake, so she slid, carefully, from the bed and knelt beside it, hopeing He would be pleased by her gesture. He rolled over and smiled

"Good girl", he commended, and she felt so proud she thought her heart might explode.

He reached up and unlocked the chain with a key that He had retrieved from the floor somewhere, and sent her off to make Him some coffee.

The morning past by as most any other had, with the simple difference that she was not clothed, save for the collar and cuffs. She prepared His breakfast and had it waiting on the table for Him. She had expected Him to come out in shorts and polo shirt, His usual Saturday attire, and was surprised to see Him in jeans, boots, and a black t-shirt. He looked dark and frightening to her, just then, and her body showed her arousal to it. Her nipples became instantly erect and moisture showed on her newly shaved sex.

"We're going shopping today, so you'd better get dressed", He instructed, "Make sure it's something fitting a used slave like yourself. I took the liberty of selecting some panties for you....they're on the bed."

She went to the bedroom and found a pair of red, lace, g-string panties, and the matching bra, resting on the bed. She was puzzled, as she put them on, though. Why was He instructing her to wear panties? She had expected that He would, if anything, forbid their use, in an effort to increase her arousal. This had worked just as well, though. 

She was soaked as she pulled them on...aroused by the thought that He would know exactly what she wore under her clothing. She selected a very small, red, one-piece dress that exposed the tops of her breasts and ended just below her rear. She slid red, thigh-high stockings up her legs, to compliment the outfit, smiling as they sat well below the bottom of the dress, and some red pumps. She admired herself in the mirror. Yes, this would make His cock as hard as a rock. She applied some makeup and went downstairs.

"Shall i kneel before you, Master, so that you can remove the collar and cuffs?", she asked.

Her heart nearly stopped when He informed her that He would not be removing them. She was to wear them all day, in public. He attached the leash to her collar and led her out the door to His car, directing her all the way to the back seat, when she began to sit up front. She felt humiliated and knew the fun was only just starting.