0 comments/ 13372 views/ 0 favorites The Taking By: Lassie The evening wind blew on the coastal town as Julie prepared for bed. Her longtime friend Carl was asleep in the guest room downstairs. Julie decided to boot her computer and send another message to Master Robert explaining why she could no longer consider the trip to Texas to become his slave. Several days had passed since he had responded to her last letter. He was disappointed and little did she know he had made contact with Carl. After permitted monitoring of Julie’s email, Master had acquired Carl’s address and sweet talked him into divulging all he needed to know. Carl was hoping she would someday thank him for his lack of discretion and had developed an intense longing to serve Master Robert. It took every bit of Carl’s courage to keep his mouth closed and wait for Master to make his decisive next move. Julie pressed the send button and turned off the computer.. She climbed under the covers and imagined the look on Master Robert’s face when he opened his e-mail. She had always been a bit precocious and savored the idea of upsetting Master into meting out a punishment not soon to be forgotten. Julie was sincere in her desire to submit to him but was too shy and complacent to pursue the journey. Still, she could pretend she was in his custody and climax on this idea alone. A driving rain began to pelt the window and cast a meandering shadow upon her walls. . She bundled the blankets between her legs and against her body just before realizing there was still a vibrator by her feet from the night before. The ten inch cock had a menacing presence but a delightful, lifelike sensation even in the off position. She reached to grab and place it in the night stand and grazed her nipple in the process. Instead, she clutched the phallus in her humble cleavage and started to fade from consciousness. Julie sat for no more than two minutes before she nodded off. The head of her rubbery shaft rested against her lips before she awoke to open her mouth. She had recently managed to suppress her gag reflexes enough to slide the toy entirely down her throat and desperately wanted to show Master. Before she attempted this feat now, she noticed a man’s silhouette in the hall. She sat up startled and reached for her glasses. The man’s outlined was just as mysterious except for the whip he gathered in his hands. “Carl? Is that you?” No response “Who…who’s there?” Julie whispered. The man remained silent but took a step forward. The faint light from the door he passed let her know he wore riding chaps with a variety of metallic devices on his belt. He once again grew dark before entering the dusky room. She knew right away it was Master Robert as the rain’s shadow ran down his handsome, chiseled face. Julie was rendered speechless but scuttled the vibrator under the sheets. With no hesitation, Master yanked the sheets from the bed. Her arms instinctively covered her bare breasts while the vibrator hit the floor in front of Master’s feet. “On your feet, slave julie!” He commanded. She stood up from the bed wearing nothing but panties. She grasped a shirt but was ordered to drop it. “I…I thought you were in Texas,” she said. “I was. But I’m here to claim my property and slaves.” “Slaves?” she asked. Master slowly approached while the his chrome handcuffs lightly jingled. “Yes,” he growled. “Oh, my beautiful little slut. I’m finally here to give meaning to your pointless life.” Julie’s adrenaline rushed to her brain and she nearly passed out. “I am here to bring you to My home tonight but not before you are punished severely,” he whispered. Julie shivered in the darkness as he gently reached for her face. He removed her glasses and his soft caress was followed by his lips meeting hers for a deep kiss as though they were long, lost lovers. A minute into the kiss he brought a leather collar behind her back and clasped the hook under her chin. A small lock was put in place while she continued to close her eyes. He stepped away and quietly cleared his throat “Please give me your wrists.” Julie began to cry as he clicked the cold cuffs in place. “Shhhh,” he said reassuringly. “You’re my little whore now, slave julie. I will take care of you.” He kissed her again and wiped her nose with the corner of her wadded shirt. Julie's nipples were hard in the cold evening air and Master felt each with the palm of his hand. She looked to his sides and saw both whips at the ready. She hadn’t even thought about Carl until he was escorted into the room by a woman wearing a knee-length skirt and tank top. He was nude except for a pair of Julie’s panties with a long rigid penis clearly visible inside. Carl’s hands were cuffed behind his back and he just stared at the floor. Master turned and smiled at the two as they stopped in the middle of the room. “This is my partner, Mistress Jo and with her is my new whore number two - the gentleman formerly known to you as ‘Carl’” Master exclaimed. Julie watched in disbelief. She stared at her stretched panties and wondered why Carl was looking so docile. Carl was led to the edge of the bed and gently guided to his knees. His cuffs were released and his arms were brought in front of him. Now was his chance for resistance but he meekly offered his wrists and the cuffs were replaced. Mistress Jo pushed his upper body to rest upon the bed. Julie had not noticed the black leather bag Mistress had set just inside the room until she headed for it and removed a whip and strap-on dildo. Carl was in for a lot of pain. “Please! This has nothing to do with him. Please let him go!” she pleaded. Master Robert slapped her hard across the face. “Shut your mouth, whore. There’s no one in this room who doesn’t want to be here!” Mistress Jo looked toward Carl as he faced the other direction. Instinctively he turned to acknowledge the truth in Master Roberts assertion. Julie stood agape as the silent woman pulled the panties off Carl’s tight buns. The familiar article was snagged on his hard cock and she remedies the problem easily by pulling it up and out. Now it hung low against the bed. Carl had given Master Robert all the information he needed in order to board a plane and be in Julie’s house to claim her as his slave. Carl had always had a secret crush on Julie and had surreptitiously read her saved files and letters while using her computer. He was turned on by the thoughts of Julie in bondage and had recently discovered his own need to be dominated. Master Robert had agreed to take Carl in servitude in exchange for Julie’s address - an exchange Carl was more than willing to make. Oh, and the condition he would be entitled to wear Julie’s undergarment when not required to be nude. Another revelation to the already overwhelmed Julie. “Okay, slave. It’s time,” he whispered. “No, Master. Please show mercy on me!” she pleaded. There was an unspoken understanding as he shook his head. She stopped her unseemly behavior. “Bring your hands over your head,” he coolly demanded. Julie obliged and locked her fingers together behind her neck. Master swiftly yanked her panties down to the ankles before she stepped from the moist garment. Master shamelessly brought the crotch to his lips and paused. Without asking he parted her teeth and stuffed the satin item in her mouth. She nearly gagged at first but bit down and waited for His instruction. “You’re turned on, aren’t you, slave julie?” he asked mockingly. She remained silent but nodded in approval. “What if I decided not to punish you? What if you were never to be whipped?” he asked. Master walked behind her and very gently tapped her ankles apart. Julie was soon in a wide stance and waiting. “Now that would be real torture for you, you little slut.” She jumped at the sound of the whip landing on Carl’s back. He remained silent as Mistress Jo wound up for a second blow. She was vicious as she delivered the lash without abandon. Carl was gritting his teeth as his veins became visible on his forehead. Mistress Jo flexed her tone arms while handling the lash. Her boobs moved about freely without a bra but it did not seem to bother Mistress. Julie could not bear to look as the lashes continued to snap across his skin. She turned to look out the window. She could see the neighbor’s homes in the normal evening darkness but realized she was going to be lashed right there in her own bedroom. She had fantasized so many times of this scenario and now was going to be punished beyond belief. Master closed the window then turned to uncoiled the larger of the two whips. The thump of leather on the hard wood floor was the first of several wake up calls during the night. *Snap!* She tried to bellow at the first sting of the lash but was muffled with my gag. Master had given her buttocks the first sting. The next one landed with the accuracy of a pro and soon there was nowhere on her buttocks the lash had not touched. Master began to work his way up her back with increasing intensity as she cried in vain. He circled to her front side and delivered the blows across her breasts. The erect nipples were not spared and she writhed in pain. Julie's nipples ached but returned to the hardening arousal of before. She wanted him to finish her off but he had his own schedule. Her skin burned with each lash - especially as the lash landed on previous welts. She nearly hyperventilated and spat out the panties. “You’re a brave little slut,” he said as he winded up for another blow. He had worked his way to her thighs and shins before setting down the whip. Surprisingly he slipped the panties up her thighs and around her hips again. The wet crotch had cooled off and rested snug against her pussy lips. Master gathered his whip again. “Are you ready my little bitch?” he asked. For a moment she didn’t know what to be ready for but whispered an uneven “Yes!” Mistress Jo stopped momentarily to watch Master and the humiliation was almost as bad as the pain. The sound of the whip was soon followed by the burning pain in her pussy. The whip snapped the shiny fabric and brought her complete ecstasy with unbearable pain. Her knees were locked together as she buckled from the fiery sensation. Julie didn’t know he could be so cruel. He slapped her bottom with his open hand and demanded she stand up straight again. Master’s hands began to rub a cool salve on her raw skin. The lotion burned initially but then had a cooling effect. He unabashedly rubbed her clitoris and buttocks with the lotion and she closed her eyes. She nearly came but was interrupted. “OH!” Carl burst out. His first scream came as Mistress Jo began to sodomize him with the dildo. Even Master Robert stopped to look as the hard rubber shaft descended into Carl’s upturned buttocks. He was breathing heavily as the fake balls pressed up against him. The shaft had gone as far as it could. Mistress Jo grabbed him by the waist and thrust into him repeatedly. “Fuck me, Master! Please take me now!” she begged as her throbbing crotch ached for release. Master Robert grabbed Julie's hair and looked in her eyes. “On your knees, slut!” he said with a hint of desperation. She dropped to her knees only to be greeted by Masters bulging codpiece. He was obviously enjoying this and with a quick pull, his pouch collapsed revealing an erect cock. He grabbed her cuffed wrists and guided her head to his waiting cock. She opened her mouth as his shaft forced its way down her throat. The throbbing member slid in and out for a minute before pulling out. Mistress Jo and Master nodded to one another and she, too, pulled out of Carl. Julie watched in disbelief as Master approached Carl and caressed his welted skin. Master’s cock was standing as rigid as she had ever seen and when his fingertips stopped moving over the blisters, Carl turned his head slightly. The salve still coated Master’s hands and was used to slather his glistening cock. The stiff cock was gripped and guided making contact with the burning bottom. Carl clenched his virgin butt cheeks out of surprise and reflex. Master paused for a moment before Carl relaxed and offered up his most private treasure. Master’s head quickly disappeared into the tight hole and soon his entire length was descending. Carl breathed heavily and grunted with great restrain as Master’s big balls came to a rest against his. "You may scream, slave. I want you to scream like little girl!" Master demanded. Without a moment's pause, Carl began to shriek and cry as Master's pumping resumed. Julie had knelt staring at the curious sight and didn't realize Mistress Jo was looming in front of her. slave julie's eyes stared straight ahead and then glanced up to see an angry and expecting set of eyes peering back. Mistress Jo unzipped her skirt and shimmied the fabric down her hips in time to step forward and introduce her pussy to Julie. The new slave stared at the variety of rings hanging from Mistress' stretched labia and offered her lips to the sweaty jewels. The sound of Master finishing off the squealing Carl combined with the flavor of Mistress Jo's perfumed pussy made everything seem right with her newly chosen world. Master removed his spent cock from the exhausted hole and cleaned himself off. Semen had stained the side of her bed as Carl had involuntarily came from the stimulation. Julie was left craving orgasm as she was pulled to her feet. “Please fuck me,” she whispered pathetically to Mistress Jo. “Just for a moment…please,” she continued. Mistress ignored her while zipping up her skirt. “Shut up, cunt! You belong to Master and me and we’ll decide when and where you’ll climax,” she snapped. “You won’t be coming until you’re well into training.” Slave julie looked down and held still before replying, “Yes, Mistress.” Both slaves, devoid of any personal effects, were led from the room to a waiting car while Master Robert searched the bedroom and laundry room. He was true to his word as he gathered all of slave julie’s intimates and underclothes to help Carl’s transition to slave and slut. But mostly, they would not need possessions as they, too, would become possessions themselves. NEXT: The Texas initiation The Taking I had made it known to you very early on in our relationship that I needed to be inside you. It is something that is very important to me, something that defines who I am. You were too shy and reluctant to even discuss it, but, fully aware of my needs and desires, our relationship continued. We both enjoyed our intimate explorations of each other. You were satisfied with touching and sucking. I too enjoyed it, but I wanted and needed more. Tonight, I will have my way with you. I will take what is rightfully mine. I have indulged you long enough and you have delayed this moment for too long. The time has now come for you to submit to my will and give your cherry to me. You may be reluctant. You may even be resentful. Too bad! Oh my, how precious! The expression on your face is priceless. The fear, the horror, the shock. The realisation that it is going to happen, and that there is no way out. And yet, I am a little annoyed as I ponder, why? You enjoyed my tongue and my fingers invading your virgin hole. Your moans and gasps and gently gyrating hips gave you away long before your orgasm did. I loved the way your face looked then, too. Your eyes were closed and you bit your bottom lip and shook your head from side to side, but you could not deny the pleasure my mouth was giving your straining cock, nor the excitement of the new sensations deep within you as I gently milked your prostate. I delighted at the exhilaration in your voice as you screamed. I rejoiced as you let yourself go. Such sweet surrender and such sweet nectar for me to drink. Now you seem pensive again as I roll you onto your stomach and pull you hips back so that you are on your knees. Your arms trail out lifelessly across the white sheets. I guide you forward so that your thighs are perpendicular to the bed, and your ass is as high and vulnerable as it can be. Do you really think I want to hurt you? Do you think that my cock will hurt whereas my fingers gave you nothing but pleasure? I am aware of your reluctance, but I will pay it no heed. I need to be inside you, and I will be. You will take my cock in your virgin ass. There is no turning back now. I am a man and my needs must be fulfilled. You are my lover and this is our destiny. You shudder as the tip of my slippery helmet presses against your delicate opening. I lean over to nuzzle your neck and whisper calming, loving words. I press forward, gently but firmly gliding into your hot tightness. I push inside you until I can go no further. I feel your back arch and see your head rock back, as if my cock has pushed into your spine. I am buried inside you. I feel as if you are a part of me. The grip your virgin tunnel has on me is overwhelming. I reach around and grab a nipple in each hand, and slowly pull you back onto me; your ass rests on my thighs. I delicately squeeze and pull on your nipples and kiss the nape of your neck. We stay like this for an eternity. Then I rise to my knees and guide you forward. You are like putty in my hands, and I gently push your head down and smile as I see you cup your face in your hands. Is it shame? Is it pain? What makes you bury your face? Is it guilt? Or is it to deny me the pleasure in your face? Your bowed head makes your perfect ass stick proudly up in the air. It looks more beautiful than ever now, now that my manhood is buried so deeply inside. I gaze down and cherish the vision before me. My dark bush seems to sprout from the white valley of your ass. I stroke your back and your tight buttocks, calming my breathing, making it last. I pull out slowly and gently, 1mm, 2mm, 3mm. I feel your ass pulling against me, holding me in. I push back in. A muffled moan escapes your lips. I repeat the motion. You gasp. I increase the length of the stroke but not the speed. We both moan and gasp at the delicious sensations. I start to fuck you. Confident you are comfortable enough to allow me to do what I need to do, and in turn, do what you need to have done to you. I work in and out with a slow steady rhythm. Ecstasy! Your ass, like a hot velvet glove, squeezes my ramrod so tightly I can feel my climax building and my balls tighten. I must make this last. I must not let my urges take control and rush this moment. I need to slow down. Reluctantly I slowly pull out. I need to see your face now. Your time for modesty is past. I roll you onto your back and lift your legs into the air. You spread them obligingly and hold your knees with your hands. I smile with satisfaction at your compliance, your submission, and your acceptance of what we have done, and what we were about to do. I stand before you at the edge of the bed. You manage a faint smile of your own as your intense eyes reluctantly meet mine. A smile that says, "It's OK". I feel an overwhelming sense of love for you, my heart pounds in my ears. I lean forward and we kiss, slowly, deeply. I thrust slowly forward, with consistent yet gentle pressure I impale you and force you slowly apart. You buck against my body and moan, but I continue my slow progress until once again I can go no further. This is where I want to, no, need to be. I pull back away from your mouth, but remain buried deep inside you. I look down at you, observing every expression and movement, drinking in the vision before my eyes. I love you and have no desire to hurt you in any way, and yet I savour your discomfort and anxiety. I feel very alive, very masculine, and very powerful. There is something immensely satisfying about seeing you impaled and overwhelmed by my manhood. I am confident that my experience, strength and technique will see your discomfort and anxiety gradually dissolve into pleasure and arousal. This thought makes your current predicament seem all the more delicious! Then I begin to slowly withdraw and then slowly push back inside you. You gasp each time I push inside and yet I know you are not really gasping in pain. I start to increase the speed of my thrusts. Your gasps and moans increase to match my movements. I see your eyes roll back and feel the last molecules of resistance escape your body. I feel your muscles involuntarily contracting and your gently thrusting pelvis. You are no longer in control of your body and you know it. My hands grasp your hips and I push in hard. You cry out. I respond by going even harder. The louder you moan the harder I thrust and the louder I grunt. I am totally consumed by the sensations of your body as it ruthlessly strangles my cock. Your moans and gasps synchronise with mine. Your eyes are still closed and again I see you gently biting your bottom lip, you are so enjoying the sensation now. A low, soft moan escapes from deep inside you and your legs wrap around my ass and pull me even deeper inside you. I fuck with a deranged energy and anger that only a real man could ever really understand. Like an animal I am consumed by an insane aggression, thrusting harder and faster than physically possible, blinded by unbridled lust, excruciating pleasure, and a desperate, primitive urgency. Time stands still as one berserk thrust blurs into another. I feel the pressure rise in my balls and I know I am close to exploding, yet I charge on. I am not capable of doing anything else until my climax releases me from this madness. I am almost in pain. Then I hear it. The deathly silent pause. A moment of total silence before the big bang. Like the one the condemned man must hear as he waits on the gibbet, just as the trapdoor swings open, just before he dies. It is perhaps the sound we here just before we draw our first breath. The dam bursts and I thrust inside you one last time and scream as an electric current seems to pass through my balls, travels up my spine, and short circuit my brain - disabling the mechanisms which control my breathing, my muscles, and my vision. My rigid body shudders uncontrollably and pumps load after load of my hot, sticky male essence deep inside you. It anoints you, claims you as mine, and eventually becomes part of you. I will be inside you forever. My eyes water and roll up inside my skull as I black out. I gradually regain my composure. The rigidity in my body is replaced with a magnificent sensation of calm and relaxation. I am awash with the joy and abandon of my release. It passes like a wave from my neck down through to my toes. I feel like I am made of jelly. I can barely stand up. I withdraw from inside you, and collapse onto the bed. I am still puffing as you snuggle up beside me. I embrace you, squashing your head against my heaving chest. Contentment, satisfaction – exhaustion! And you lie here beside me. Eyes closed but with a gentle, contented smile on your face. Your cheeks glow with embarrassed delight. You did not expect to respond as you did. Your cries of delight broadcast your ultimate acceptance and enjoyment of the act you were once so fearful of. You have been taken. As I drift into a blissful sleep I know I can now look forward to taking you again, and again, and again……………… The Taking Its 5 o'clock in the evening and everyone is starting to leave the office. "I think I'll stay late and catch up on some paperwork," she says to her boss. She has been meeting with clients all day, and is looking forward to some time alone if only just to be able to finish a thought without interruption. After everyone is gone, she goes and turns up the music in her office; there is something special about being in the office alone, like she is the boss now, in control. She goes back to her desk, and stretches, kicking off her high heels, looking over the piles of papers on her desk. Her beautiful large Mahogany desk, it is big enough for two people to work at if needed. Her mind starts to drift to thoughts of being taken on this desk...it was what first attracted her to it, and she just had to have that desk. Best not to get distracted she tells herself or you'll get nothing done. She shakes the lusty thoughts from her head, and tries to organize the papers into workable piles. Her mood is high, and she starts to sing out to the old rock and roll music that is belting from the speakers, almost loud enough to drown out her voice. "Roxanne...you don't have to put on the red light...Roxanne..." she sings loud but very badly out of tune. Suddenly, something in her intuition tells her she is not alone. Her heart pounds as she remembers she never locked the front door after everyone left. She stops singing abruptly, but before she can turn around or call out, a leather hood is pulled over her head, and she is quickly pushed down onto her desk, papers fluttering everywhere. In her panic she couldn't scream, it is stuck somewhere in her throat. Not that it would matter... no one would hear her. She grunts and groans against her attacker, trying to somehow get free. But he is too strong; too big for her to have any real affect...it only amounts to a bit of wiggling, which most is enticing to her attacker. He presses her down over the desk, holding her down with his own weight, his thighs pressing her legs apart, bruising her against the edge of the desk. He quickly gets ties around her wrists and binds them tightly behind her back. There is something familiar about his movements. All her senses are on alert, as she breathes in the heady leather scent of the hood. Could it be her boss...she has noticed how he is always trying to catch a look down her blouse. She has found her voice now and begins to scream,,as that is all she can seem to do. At least she is doing something, trying to fend off the attack. All this does is earning her a smack upside the head; she quickly stops, seeing stars in the darkness of the hood. "OK, I got the message", she says to herself, best to wait for your moment she thinks. "Wouldn't want to upset him, maybe if I go along, I'll at least stay alive". He pulls up her skirt, revealing her pink panties, he then smacks her ass hard, and then tares the panties from her, she senses his growing anger, he continues to spank her till she feel tears stinging her eyes. "No" she screams at herself,"don't cry or you'll lose all control." Now he reaches to tie her ankles together and bending her legs back quickly binds them together with her wrists, hogtied; she feels completely helpless now. He steps back, knowing he has captured his prey. He admires his little handy work seeing how her cheeks have taken on a nice glow from his attentions. He jerks her head back by the hood, picking up the remnants of the panties, pulls back the hood just enough to stuff her own panties into her mouth. Then quickly the hood is pushed back down, forced now to breathe in through her nose, the raw scent of the leather once again engulfs her. She tells herself to calm down, she needs to focus on breathing for fear of passing out. She needs to be alert to look for her moment when she might be able to escape. Even tied up where she can't move the fight is still strong within her, her will is high. He steps back again and watches her futile efforts, "such fight this little one has", he thinks to himself,"well that won't last for long." He rolls her to her side, and easily pulls apart her blouse, buttons flying, reaching in and pulling each breast out to see, roughly twisting them and pinching them; it is a shame she has to have the hood on, for he would love to see the expression on her face. A groan comes from the mask, she tries to pull back from his touch, recoiling from his touch, and he then begins to even more roughly squeeze each breast as if to show, the more she resists the harder he will be with her. He has bigger plans for her this evening, but right now his need is great, and he takes her now. Pulling her to the edge of the desk, he reaches between her legs and smiles to himself, she is soaking wet, and bringing his fingers to the nose holes in the mask he presses them into it. She cringes at her own betrayal of her body,"how could I be arouses at this attacker?" He holds his fingers to her nose, then suddenly she feels him slide easily and deeply into her, he fucks her madly, with his animalistic need. He wants and takes what is His now. Her naked skin sticks to the slick surface of the desk, with each deep hard thrust, she feels her body pull against her breasts, his weight pressing down on her, she wishes she could brace herself against the on slot of his forceful thrusts, but she is helpless to do anything except accept him. Cold reality comes to her, when the thoughts of her Master comes to mind...what will he think, say or do...feeling she is betraying Him, her fight is renewed. She tries to scream again through her muffled panties, her fingers seeking something to scratch, to buck back, arch back, any small movement, but this only proves to fuel his hunger. Reminding him the lesson he is here to teach. Just as quickly as he entered her, he pulls out, and a groan escapes from her lips, he smiles to himself, as her body betrays her once again, he knows if he had kept it up longer, she would be begging to cum. Well tonight isn't about her will; but Mine he says to himself. With that thought he picks her up slinging her over his shoulders, like a side of beef, and carries her out to his truck. He drops her into the bed of the truck, she falls hard but just before she would hit her head he catches her; in some bizarre way this comforts her if he cares enough to keep her from getting accidentally hurt, and then maybe he won't hurt her after all. He unties her wrists from behind her back then ties them to anchors in the bed on the truck, spreading her arms out, taught. He does the same with her ankles, now she is in a spread eagle position, beautiful he thinks...her skirt is bunched up around her waist, her breasts overflowing from her bra, her blouse laying open exposing her to him. He cinches down the ties even tighter, and then pulls a tarp over her. He gets in the truck and pulls away. She is thankful for a few moment to gather her wits about her, trying to judge the turns the truck makes, a left then a right; winding turns; she senses he is going up to the mountains, after what seems like forever he turns onto a gravel road. He stops the truck and gets out, but doesn't come for her right away. Now that he has her away from the office, there is no need to rush... he has all night. Finally he comes for her, flinging back the tarp revealing what is His, His property, His captured prey. He fastens a chain around her neck. Then he unties her from the truck, shackling her ankles together, and binding her wrists once again behind her back. He pulls her off the truck, helping her to find her balance then pulls the chain forward. She hobbles ungraciously trying to keep up with his tugs, fearful of falling. Once he has her in place, she is standing between two trees, which he has already set up ropes to tie her to, she smells a fire nearby. He releases her wrists again, only to pull her arms over her head and tie them up again. He watches her... watching her taking a deep breath, seeing the beads of fear on her chest. He pulls out a knife...pulling her head back again; he touches the tip to her throat, then slowly running the blade down between her breasts, then swiftly cutting away her bra, slicing easily through the lacy fabric. He makes quick work of the remaining pieces of clothing, till she is standing before him naked. He stands very close to her now, his cheek pressed against hers, feeling the rhythm of her breathing. He wonders, has she figured out that it is Him? He waits, and he senses her breathing slow a little. He then removes the hood; released from her leather confine her eyes struggle to adjust to the light. He pulls the panties from her mouth, and then as he comes into view, she cries out...Master! Tears spring to her eyes as the full recognition comes to her. In an instant what was once fear is now replaced with shame. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry" she pleads with her Master. He looks her in the eye and wipes away a tear brushing it aside wiping her cheek with his thumb. And says..."I Know". She turns her cheek towards His touch, wanting so much to feel that everything is ok. He walks around her, inspecting. Her heart is pounding, as she recalls how she fought against Him, her Master, something she would never even think of. He leans in standing behind her, whispering in her ear, stating more than asking, "You didn't even know it was me?" "No Master...i didn't", she cries out, "please forgive me, i was so afraid". She bows her head, how could she not know, the hands that knew her body so well, how many times has she felt their touch. He spins her around, twisting the rope that holds her wrists over head, pulling her up just a fraction more; she struggles to find her balance again. "Look at me!" He commands. He squeezes and twists her breasts in much the same manner as he had done back at the office. She looks in Him the eyes, pushing her chest out for Him, accepting his rough touches, her eyes pleading to be taken, she will give Him anything. There is no fear in her now, only wanting more than anything to please her Master, and earn back His good graces. By the time this evening is done, she will learn His touch over every inch of her body. He reaches for his flogger, the long leather straps kissing her backside. He works it over her back, her thighs, letting it flicker around her side so that it snaps at her now tender breasts. She struggles not to cry out, as she accepts, she knows from experience that this is not the punishment, and also knows that punishment will most certainly come. More than once a well aimed strike hits a tender spot and lifts her to her toes. Her breathing has become very heavy now, He pauses a moment, then goes and picks up his knife, tucking it into his belt. It is a menacing thing, a six inch blade that curves up at the tip, and notches along the top edge. The black handle is beautifully carved a work of art that has a nice balance in the hand of the wielder. He knows she has a great fear of knives; he wants her to struggle between her own fear and trust of Him. She catches the glint of the blade at His belt; her natural reaction causes her to catch her breath. He notices, He notices everything about her. He grabs her by her hair, pulling her hair back, "look at me" He again commands...He sees her eyes have become glassy, "Look at who is your Master","don't forget who owns you," bringing her thoughts back to Him. Releasing her hair, He pushes two fingers into her mouth, pushing her head back, testing her gagging reflex; she keeps her eyes trained on Him, "tell me who you belong to?" He asks. She struggles to answer with his fingers in her throat, but does the best she can, "You, You are my Masther", her reward is a tight pinch on a nipple. "What will you do for me?" he then asks his words slow and calculating. "Anything, everything Masther", she responds. Again she is rewards with a pinch to the other nipple. He pulls the knife from his belt, once again pulling her head back grabbing a bunch of her long dark hair. His moves are quick, but she keeps her eyes trained on Him, seeing his intensity. He traces the edge of the knife down her throat, leaving a faint white scratch line in its wake. He is very slow taking his time, talking to her all the while. "I take what I want, do you understand","yes Master" is her constant reply. "Your body is mine, to do with as I wish", "yes Master." "You will never fight me again","yes Master". After a long pause, he then says very softly "I'm very disappointed in you tonight" A tear springs to her eyes at his last comment, his face is so stern, "after tonight, you will never doubt that it is your Master who is touching you". "Yes Master" she answers most pleadingly. The knife has traveled over her breasts, down her waist, and across her ass, she can feel the blade crossing over welts that have begun to rise up from the flogger. She is thankful, thankful that He is taking the time to teach her this lesson, she so desperately wants to prove herself worthy, and the tear escapes the corner of her eye. He grabs her pulling her tight to him, and kisses her crushingly, bruising her lips, taking what is His. As he lets the tip of the knife press against her ass as he pulls her to Him. She totally surrenders to His kiss, feeling His power over her, she never even notices, that the knife has pierced her skin...just enough for a drop of blood to arise against the pearl white flesh. He quickly releases her, leaving her gasping in her passion and swiftly cuts the rope that hold her arms over her head. After being held up for so long her body forgets how to balance itself. He orders her to her hands and knees. Thankful for the change in posture, she quickly complies. He sees the small trickle of blood, and bends to kiss it away, then giving a hard bite on the very spot, causes her to yelp, just a little. He sees that she is trying so hard, but some lessons are hard to learn. He orders her to kneel in front of him. "Look at me" comes the same command again. He removes his belt; she has come to fear the belt, as that has always represented a punishment in the past. Her eyes drop from nerves, for just a moment, "Look at me" he yells. He squeezes her face in his hand. "Keep your eyes on me always, don't ever look away", his stern voice is barely a whisper. She answers though her pressed cheeks, shaking her head, "Yes Master", as he pushes her away. She strengthens her resolve, she can do this, and she will do anything for Him. She watches as He removes his clothing. She admires His body, as she always does, although never before has she been so boldly allowed to look so openly. He again picks up his belt, and wraps each end around his hands, putting the leather strap behind her head. He uses this to pull her towards him. "Worship me, learn my body, and know ME" he commands. She gently takes Him into her mouth; breathing in the heady animal scent that is Him, to her it is the sweetest perfume. He puts more pressure on the back of her neck, with the leather belt, pulling Him more deeply into her mouth. She struggles to accept the length of Him, feeling the pressure on the back of her throat, fighting the urge to gag; she keeps his eyes focus on Him. She relaxes, wanting to please her Master; she doesn't need to breathe or to exist, but only to please Him. Her eyes water with the strain, and He releases her, she gasps, before she can fully recover, He enters her mouth again. "Worship me" He commands again, releasing the length of the leather belt, to allow her more freedom. She takes her time, licking over the length of Him, feeling the heat of His body, tasting Him; she is intoxicated with her task. He feels her devotion to him. She takes Him slowly deep into her throat, again and again. She feels Him pulsing in her throat, her big brown eyes looking at her Master. Then he pushes her head deep into him, holding her there, gagging her with his cock, testing, she feels He is about to cum, a moment later she tastes His release, taking His gift. She is most thankful, and feels every fiber of her being sink at His feet. She is careful not to waste a drop, and holds Him gently in her mouth. When he at last pulls away, she whispers "thank you Master". He orders her now to put her head down, on her hands and knees, her face to the ground, rising her ass high in the air, the last sight she sees is her Master walking away, dangling the leather belt from His hand. She smells the earth beneath her, feels the warmth from the fire nearby, crackling, as well as the welts already beginning to form on her skin. She listens, hears him walking around, taking a drink. He watches her from the corner of his eyes. Looking for signs of denial, of her own will fighting against what she knows is her proper place. She doesn't move, only the slight wiggling of her toes betrays a little nervousness. He snaps his belt in the air, and watches her reaction as she jumps as the sound. Then they come, a torrent of lashes with his belt, with no time to catch her breath between strokes. It takes all her will to accept them, but she stays in her place. Strikes land on her shoulders, her arms, her back, her feet and her already reddened ass. Her breathing is ragged now, her body His. He positions himself behind her, and quickly takes her ass. She cries out, and then quickly surrenders all her being to Him. He takes her roughly, slamming himself against her, again and again, her hands grasping at the earth and grass. No she will never forget His touch, she is His completely. When at last He is spent, she collapses on the cool dewy grass, grateful for the cool feeling it allows her. He gives her these few moments to recover, when he sees she is beginning to shake, He brings over a blanket and wraps her tightly in it, laying next to her, He holds her tight, as her body begins to register all that it has borne this evening, "i'm sorry" she whispers again...."shh little one... all is forgiven" She knows that all is forgiven, but that nothing is forgotten. The Taking Trying to still her breath, she squeezes tighter against the wall, her form all but disappearing in the shadows behind the cantina. Through the dimly lit crevice where she's taken refuge, she can see them--four and moving slowly. "Oh please don't let them see me," she whispers to herself. Finally she heard their footsteps getting softer as they move into the distance. Yet still she waited. Dusk has started to settle. One of the two suns of this strange world she's found herself on has already set and the other is getting lower in the sky. She welcomes the coolness of the shadows after the stiffling heat of the day-time of this arrid world. "Just a little longer," she coaches herself, "then you are finally free." Earlier, as she was readying for her escape, she'd heard the crew as they mentioned their launch schedule. They'd landed here to pick up supplies and other more illicit substances that her captor--she still couldn't bring herself to say the word even though he had an official piece of paper that proved his rightful "ownership" of her--craved to fulfill his baser needs. They were cleared to launch as the first sun left the sky. Something about the radiation masking the sensors which would otherwise detect the cargo they had so carefully arranged to pick-up on this out-of-the-way world. The second sun dipped below the horizon. Still, she waited. The noises from the cantina grew louder and more raucous. The smell of food wafted out into the night air. Her stomach growled, reminding her that she hadn't eaten in more than a day. Finally, she slipped out of the crevice she'd been lucky enough to find when she realized his men were still looking for her. She went back to what she'd been doing before she'd seen them wander into the cantina. She watched the patrons--especially the graceful dancers and musicians. Some wore next to nothing, and it was clear that dancing wasn't their primary occupation. Others, though, were more graceful and simply provided entertainment from a far. "I could do that," she thought to herself. Moving silently to the back room where she'd earlier left a small bundle of clothing hiding under a table, she sighs, thankful to discover it was still there. Grabbing it, she slips into one of the back dressing rooms and changes. The fabric (a specialty of her native world) clings tightly to every curve of her body, leaving little to the imagination. Not as revealing as the clothing of the more risque 'dancers' but more than enough to be enticingly appealing. Perhaps she could earn just enough to provide her with some dinner and a place to rest for the night. Walking back into the main room, she found an open spot in a less crowded area. Letting her body sway seductively in one of the traditional dances of her people, she loses herself for a moment in the music. Hearing shuffles and scuffles, she opens her eyes and gasps in fright. A military trooper has entered the cantina and is moving towards the area where she is dancing. "ID please" she hears him ask one of the patrons. Heart pounding, she tries to meld back into the shadows but he's facing her direction and she can feel his eyes on her as he hands the ID back. Pausing to check another patron's ID, he continues to glance in her direction. Finally, moving with long strides he crosses over to her. "ID please, Miss." Barely able to speak, she tries to keep from trembling. "Just a moment," she says, and makes a show of pulling her top away from her skin as she reaches for the inside pocket. From his height, she is fairly certain he's gotten a good view of her left breast, nipple and all. Her eyes widen and she looks up at him and swallows. "I, er um, Sir it doesn't seem to be here. I must have left it at . . . ." Her voice trails off as she lets go of her top, letting it snap back tightly against her skin. Though she can't see his face behind his helmet, she can tell her ploy didn't work. "No ID? Then you'll have to come with me." He puts his gloved hands on her elbow and she nearly trips as he turns her towards the door. Guiding her out into the darkened street, she flushes crimson as he pushes her face forward against a wall and whispers "Don't think I missed that little show in there either. Perhaps I should double check that pocket." He removes a glove and slides his hand inside her top. She gasps as his fingers brush her nipple, which stiffens as if on demand. He plays with it for a moment before pulling his hand out. "Well then, seems you did forget it. No other choice, I must place you under arrest." She turns toward him before he can stop her, trembling. "Please, oh please don't arrest me. I'll do anything you want. I . . . I seem to have lost it. I promise I'll get a replacement right away." Spinning her back around, he sounds un-phased as he speaks, "One moment while I check you for weapons." She feels both his hands slide across her body, squeezing her breasts for a moment and then moving down her stomach and pausing to press firmly between her legs and then squeeze her ass sharply before moving down her legs. "Alright then, not armed." He pulls her arms behind her and places them in restraints before he pushes her forward as tears spill down her cheeks. She knows when they do a scan they'll find out she's a runaway and will return her to that monster. He catches her as she stumbles forward and whispers in her ear, "play along, this has to look good." Confused she lets him push her towards the shuttleport. "One prisoner to transport to the internment base, I need clearance." His comm buzzes with an acknowledgement and he pushes her onto a transport shuttle. The door swishes closed behind them and he gestures towards a seat. "Strap in for take-off," he commands as he heads to the cockpit. Huge tears fall from her eyes as she nods, confused. Bracing herself, her body slams back against the seat as they leave the ground. After a few moments, he strides back into the main room. He stands there, staring at her for a moment before he finally speaks. "So, anything I want, huh? How's about you let me see what you have to offer before I make that decision." He leans against the wall, watching her confusion. "Sir?" "Strip, and do it now," he demands. Blushing profusely she stands up and nods. Her top falls to her feet and she can feel the hunger in his gaze as he stares at her large, firm, breasts. Pausing to glance at him, she hears him command, "now the rest of it." She slips off her skirt and lets it fall to the floor. Then she turns to remove her leggings, hearing him catch his breath as she bends over to slide them off her legs--knowing he has a full view. "Don't move" she hears him growl. She feels one hand slide between her legs, caressing her pussy and flicking her clit with one finger. His touch excites her, though she can't understand why. He starts to slide a finger inside her, she gasps as the frisson she feels from his touch rocks her to the very core while he gasps in shock, withdraws and spins her around. "Virgin?" It's the only word he manages to get out. Nodding, she looks at her feet. "And all mine for the taking . . . ." He smiles to himself and then looks at her again. "Show me that dance you were doing earlier, it was like nothing I'd seen before." He reclines on the seat and removes his helmet. She gasps at how handsome he is. Her body begins to move once more in the dance of her people, this time it's only to internal music. She sways and turns softly, her breasts and hips undulating as he watches. Finally, unable to take any more, he stands. Pushing her to her knees as he pulls his rock hard cock from his pants. "I bet you can figure out what to do with this, can't you." A question but not a question as he tightens his fingers in her long hair and holds her head while he guides his cock to her lips. Feeling her tongue instinctively wrap around him as he slips his head into her mouth he groans. Teasing him with her lips and her tongue, she alternates sucking with licking, feeling slightly ashamed that she enjoys the feel and texture of him as well as the noises he's making. She brings one hand up and holds onto his shaft as her head bobs up and down, moving faster and faster on his stiff rod. Suddenly, she feels his cock swell even more. His hands grasp her head and hold it in place as he thrusts forward. She feels a stream of hot liquid coat the back of her throat as he shudders and moans as he cums. He holds her head in place for a moment as his knees weaken. "Oh yea, baby, you're a fast learner." Letting go of her head he sighs as he sits back down and lets his gaze caress her from head to toe. Pulling her onto his lap he plays with her breasts, pinching and sucking her nipples. "Such a body, just made to be fucked," he whispers, his breath hot against her skin. She trembles at his words and gasps as his teeth clamp down on one of her nipples before letting go and licking it again. One of his hand slides between her legs again, rubbing her clit, feeling the wetness as her body betrays her. "Oh you are hot for me, aren't you", he whispers. "But I'm feeling generous tonight so don't worry, you'll leave here a virgin still--well, technically a virgin that is." He grins and guidesher off his lap. Bending her over the arm of the seat, he spreads her legs a bit. "Don't move," she hears him whisper. She stays in position, mesmerized by his voice and his touch--unable to move even if she wanted to. She hears him stride across the room and then return. Feeling his fingers slide over her ass, grasping it firmly, she barely has a moment before she realizes what he's doing. His cock, hard again and covered in something hot and wet, presses between the cheeks of her ass. "Oh yea baby, so very nice and tight. Just relax and this will be much easier for you." She tries to relax as he holds her hips still, his cock teasing her asshole for a minute before he starts to slowly push inside. The moisture he'd covered his cock with made it easier for him to slide in and eased the pain she would normally feel. Still, she cries out softly, unable to move as he slowly fills her ass with his entire length, holding it there for a minute before pulling all the way out. "Oh, yea, you are definately a treat." He plunges back inside her and groans as he grinds his hips, his balls slapping against her ass as he begins to thrust in and out. One hand slips down between her legs and plays with her pussy for a few moments, but need takes over and he grabs her hips with both hands again, fucking her hard before finally burying himself to the hilt as his hot cum jets deep inside her. Holding her there, keeping his cock buried until he's spent, he then reaches up and lightly caresses her back before finally pulling out. Helping her up, he grasps her arm gently and guides her towards the refresher. "Go ahead and get cleaned up while I program this bird to land." Trembling, she nods and does as he asks, slipping her clothing back on after she's done. Stepping into the main cabin she sees him lounging against the doorway, watching her. He pulls a chip out of his pocket and hands it to her. "That will provide you with a couple night's lodging as well as safe passage through any sentry station for a few days. That should be long enough for you to get that ID replaced. I'll keep your little secret if you will keep mine--they'd strip my rank if they knew what I let you get away with." He winked at her before disappearing back into the cockpit. Before long she felt the shuttle gliding down to the ground. The door swished open and she stepped out into the night air--virtue intact, well sort of. The Taking Her name is Menora. She lived down the hall from me, and I had spoken to her a few times when we ran into each other in the hall. She was as close as you could get to being drop dead beautiful, and I am sure if you looked up cougar in the dictionary, you would find her picture right beside the definition. I would sometimes see her arrive at her apt. with younger guys and had seen some of them leave a couple of hours later looking pretty ruffled. They also had huge smiles on their faces. Need I say anything else. She is 40 years old, (I found out later,) she is blond with a trim figure, and breasts that were just the right size for her body. She walked down the hall with a swagger that just oozed sex appeal, and with a confidence that would blow away most people. I admired her from a distance, and was pleasent with her when ever I got a chance to speak with her. All of a sudden one day, I heard a knock on the door and when I opened it she was standing there with a totally frustrated look on her face. She asked me if I knew anything about computers, and I told I knew some stuff. I asked what was wrong, and she told me that she couldn't get her computer to boot up. I told her that I would take a look and see if I could figure it out. I went to her apt. and started checking the obvious things. I was hoping that it wasn't something serious, and I knew that we had had a major storm the night before, so I thought that maybe her computer had gotten fried by a surge. I checked her surge protector and it was still working, so I knew that something else was wrong. I started to check around the back of it and noticed that the I/O switch was turned off. I put it back on and then went and booted up her computer. When I explained what had happened she stated that she had been cleaning back there the day before, and must hit the switch and not realized it. I got up to leave and she gave me a hug, and a thank you, and I left not thinking another thing of it. A couple of days later, she was knocking on my door again, and this time she asked if she could come in. I let her in and she said that she wanted to thank me again for fixing her computer. I said not to worry about it but she insisted. She had with her a casserole and said that she had made it to say thank you. I said thank you, and add that maybe she could share it with me. She agreed and we put it in the oven to heat up. While we were waiting, I asked if she would like a glass of wine, and she said yes. We were soon eating dinner, and talking about our families. I found out that she had a daughter that had just turned 18. She said that her daughter was a bit of introvert and seemed to spend most of her time either at home or in the school library. She said she was worried that her daughter wouldn't meet someone and start to work on developing her own life. After we had eaten, Menora said that she had enjoyed the evening and was wondering if I wanted to come over for a night cap. I agreed, and we went to her apt. She poured us a drink and we continued to talk. As we talked I noticed that we were getting closer and closer to each other on the couch. Menora soon had her hand on my leg, and we were almost sitting on each others lap. I moved to put my arm on the back of the couch, and it was if that was a signal for her, because she moved right in and snuggled right into me. We just looked at each other, and started to kiss. We were soon locked in a deep passionate kiss. She stopped kissing me and said take me to bed and make love to me. Who am I to turn down a good looking lady. We went to her bed room and made love for about an hour and half. As we were laying in the bed cuddling after, she said that she had a favour to ask of me. I told her to tell me what it was. She said that in her country that it was a cultural thing for a woman to lose her virginity on or near her 18th birthday. She explained that her daughter had just turned 18 and that it was time for her to lose her virginity. She had discussed with her daughter about the cultural thing and her daughter said that she wanted to be part of that. Menora said that she had told her daughter that she would find someone to do it and that she would make sure it was someone who would do it properly, and give her daugther a special session so that she would always enjoy sex and not feel dirty about it. I said that I would be honored to do it for her, as I felt that it was an honor to be chosen for this task. Menora called for her daughter to come in to the bedroom, and she came in wearing just a bathrobe. Menora introduced her as Esora, and said to her daughter that I was the man to take care of her. Esora, said she was happy that it had not taken long for her mom to find the right man. Menora said that she was going to leave and let us be alone. Menora got up and dressed and left the apt. Esora, asked what I wanted her to do, and I said for her first to take off her robe. When she did I was greeted by a young nubile teenage body. She was very slim, with breast that were a bit smaller than her mothers, and a body that looked like she spent a lot of time in the gym. I told her to lay down beside me and to cuddle into my arms. I thought that I would take my time and really show her what good sex was all about. She layed down and cuddled into me. She felt so good, and smelt even better. I took her face in my left hand and gave her a small kiss. She was slow to react and I thought that she might be a little afraid. Boy was I wrong. She started to kiss me and we were soon kissing that deep passionate spit swapping kiss that turns on people and makes their heads spin. After kissing her for quite a while, I said that it was time to make her a woman. I told her to roll over on her belly. I said that I was going to show her what making love to a woman was all about. I started to rub her back and slowly worked my way down to her tight ass. She was starting to squirm, and I then had her roll over on her back. I kissed her again and then started to nibble my way down her body. She was already starting to moan, and when I got to her pussy, she started to beg me to make love to her and take her virginity. I told her that I had to make her ready and with that I started to taste her pussy and soon had juices flowing,(which tasted awesome.) She started to moan and was begging for more, and then she said something is happening, so I told her to let it. She soon was screaming and her body started to tremble. I continued to eat her as her orgasam happened and licked her as she started to come down. She layed on the bed after with a glazed look in her eyes and a smile on her face that wrapped from ear to ear. I told then she was ready and she said she want me in her so bad that she felt she would scream if I didn't do it soon. I slid up her body and soon had my throbbing member at her entrance. I rubbed the head up and down her slit and used her juice to lubricate my cock. As I started to slide into her, she tensed and I had to take my time. Soon enough though, I was moving into her and I came up against her hymen. I told her that it was going to hurt a little as I broke through, and she asked to wait for a bit as she got use to me being in her. Soon she said that she was ready and for me to go for it. I pulled back a touch and then just slammed in to her. She bit on her lip and had a small tear in her eye. I just stayed there and let her get used to me being all the way in. It wasn't long and she started to move her hips, and I then started stroke in and out. I was lucky that I had made love to her mother earlier, because if I hadn't I would have shot off in about ten seconds. She was so tight it actually hurt for a bit until she was really got wet. We stroked and she was meeting my in thrust with her hips and we soon were fucking furiously. She started to scream and yell OH GOD OH GOD I AM GOING TO CUM. She started writhe on the bed and was digging her nails in to my back. I couldn't hold on any longer and I came in what seemed like buckets in her. After we both came down, we were laying in the bed and she said that she could see why her mother wanted some one who knew what they were doing. She said she was sure that she would always enjoy sex as long as her partner knew what they were doing. She then said, that I had better get going so that her mom could come home and she could tell her mom how much she emjoyed it. But she said that she would make sure that we repeated our session and get together again so that I could teach her more. Her mom never knew that we spent many afternoons together and when they moved away a year later, I knew that she was going to be an awesome lover for some one. Her mom and I did get togther a couple of times after they moved, and she was always very grateful for taking her daughter. The Taking I stood half an isle away staring at you, there in your black stiletto heeled boots, tipped with silver on the heel, the boot disappearing into the bottom of your jeans so seductively tight and form fitting. I was walking through the grocery store when I spotted you. You were wearing those skin tight faded blue jeans (I couldn't figure out how you got into them), and that off the shoulder white tube top pulled low on your breasts. I could see you dressed yourself to stun true men, and scare those that thought they were. I followed you at a short distance through the store passing you twice to smell you. Your perfume was exquisite, as though it was formulated for you alone. It was intoxicating, and I knew at the first scent of it, I MUST have you. I gave up shopping knowing there would be time for that later, but now, I had a need I must satisfy. I followed you from the store after you checked out, and followed you on the short walk to your apartment. I couldn't believe you walked the 6 blocks in those heels. That told me you had stamina and would take time to wear you out. But I had a strong need, and hoped you could keep up. As you reached your door I watched as you opened it and walked in, I then rushed up and forced my way in behind you, slamming and locking the door, you shrieked out with shock and rage, I cuffed you to the floor with the back of my right hand, your groceries scattering to the corners of the hallway. In an instant I am upon you, pinning you to the floor with my full weight. You scream again and I again backhand you, and watch a small trickle of blood flow from the corner of your mouth. You look at me wild eyed, enraged, and terrified, but somehow excited at the same time. I hold your hands above your head pinned to the floor with my left hand while I wrap my right hand into your hair and pull your lips to mine. You resist my kiss, but this does not deter me, I have only just begun to teach you to tease a real man. Releasing your hair my hand slowly moves its way down your neck and shoulder, then roughly pulls the top you barely wear down exposing your left breast and my hand grabs it roughly, you wince at the roughness and twist and turn in an attempt to release my grip on your flesh, but something within you subdues your full attempt to fight. Your resistance is real but not completely what you can put forth. You can't believe this is happening, but somehow you are not sure you want it to stop either. You try to scream but you simply moan into my mouth as you open your lips to return my kiss, feeling as though you should fight, but the conflict deep within your soul rages disallowing you to do anything but wrap the moment around you like a warm blanket. The hard cool tiles of the floor burn into your back as I press you with my full weight to them. You close your eyes thinking "this can't be happening" but not wanting it to stop either, and you can't believe you are actually getting aroused by this. But, you can feel the dampness start between your folds, a dampness that will soon betray your need and desire. Releasing your hands and shifting to a kneeling position over your stomach I grab the cloth of your scant top and tear it off you forcefully and ripping a piece off it, I jamb it roughly into your mouth, then tearing a long strip I tie it around your mouth to the back of your head, well gagging you, muffling any sound you might try to make. Now exposed to me from the waist up, I roughly maul your lovely breasts with my hands. You reach to stop me with your hands so I roughly and in one swift motion flip you to your belly yank your hands behind you and bind them with the remaining cloth of your shredded top. Then turning you back over to your back, effectively eliminating your further resistance I continue my exploration of your full breasts. I am astounded at how hard and erect your nipples are and can't help but admire them for a minute before reaching out and pinching them hard. Watching you wince from the pain and smiling at you, I release them lean down and slowly tease them with my tongue, one then the other. A tear slowly trails itself down your cheek, but as much as you are helpless to stop me another part of you wishes me to continue. Next what I do startles you, but only for a moment; I stand and remove my belt, then bind your legs tightly together and disappear down your hall leaving you helplessly bound on the floor on the cool tiles. You think now I am only there to rob you. In about 3 minutes I return with something in my hand and you panic when you realize it is one of your kitchen knives. You start to thrash about and moan through your gag, but your sounds are well muffled and cannot be heard very far. You finally give up and having expended enough energy to have tired yourself out, you find yourself trying desperately to breath through your nose to recover, but all the heaving of your chest does is make me watch and smile more. Next I lean down and open the belt you wear, pull the button open on the jeans and undo your zipper. You think you realize where this is going and again try to thrash against me to stop me, but I will not be denied and again backhand you hard, rocking your head to the left again. When you recover from that strike, you look at me with pleading eyes as if to beg me to let you go, but not wanting that deep in your soul. I lift the cloth of your jeans and with the knife I brought back from the kitchen I slice carefully into the skin tight jeans, cutting them from you, leaving you in your boots and panties. I stare at your lovely body, and it is quite evident you work out several times a week at keeping yourself trim and fit. I however now only need to sample you more than ever and in one swift but careful move cut the silken cloth from your waist, and tear it roughly from you. As you become aware of the movement you moan out in objection but are powerless to stop me in any way. Now fully naked on the floor in front of me except for your boots, I release the belt I have wrapped around your ankles, and roughly spread your legs and to my surprise see your obviously wet folds. You are horrified when you realize you are dripping down your slit at what's been going on, and can't believe it. You gaze on me in anguish as I slide one, then two fingers into your drenched slick hole, while sliding my thumb over your engorged clit. Your eyes close trying to stop your arousal, but the moans and thrusting of your hips betray what your body wants. I withdraw my fingers from you and sniff and lick them as you look on horrifically embarrassed. But the musky scent and taste only fan the flames of my desire. And as much as you are shocked, you make no attempt to close your legs. You just lay there with your legs spread and your folds dripping wet with anticipation. I grab you by the hair and look hard at you telling you I am going to remove your gag, and you are not going to yell out or do anything to draw outside attention, you nod slightly in agreement, and I slide the cloth from your mouth leaving it at your neck and pull out the wadding. You gag and cough now that you can get a full breath of air, your mouth is very dry from the cloth and you try desperately to rewet your lips. I lean down and kiss you hard, crushing my lips to yours bruising your lips on your teeth. You know you should resist, but your body won't offer even a token of resistance now. As I break the kiss you moan softly, and feel my hands travel your body as they wish. I pinch your nipples, slide my hand down to your wet folds and pinch your clit too. You wince as you experience this, but the pain is replaced by pleasure even more intense as now 3 fingers enter you. Your hips shift slightly toward my hand and all you want to do is wrap your hands around me, but you are well bound and can only accept whatever I offer. I slide the fingers from you and slide them into your own mouth offering you some much needed moisture for your lips and tongue. You slightly gag at the idea of tasting yourself, but lick the juice from my fingers eagerly. Not sure you like it, but definitely not disgusted by it either. In some way it is exciting to be forced to taste yourself unwillingly in this way, because you have always been curious, but not willing to try your own taste before. You find it not unpleasant and as I remove my fingers from your mouth your tongue trails after them as if begging for more. I then yank you up to your knees and stand before you, my crotch in your face. You are horrified at what you know will be next but can't help licking your lips in anticipation either, and I don't let you down as I remove my pants and slide my hard cock along your cheek and chin. Almost as if possessed, you open your mouth and slide your tongue along the length of my hard shaft up one side then down the other. Then slowly sucking at my balls, you find yourself attempting to get under my balls to the soft skin under them. I slide myself back from you slightly and you open your mouth and take my hard cock into your mouth and suck and dance your tongue along the head, teasing me but trying to show me that you really know how to please a man, a true man. I, not willing to be teased at this point, wrap my fingers into your hair and slide my cock at my pace into your mouth deeply, making you gag with each slow deep thrust. Each thrust you feel my cock slide deeper into your throat and you cannot help but gag each time as I hold myself deeply embedded within your throat before sliding out allowing you to gasp a breath. You feel yourself growing faint as you are unable to fully recover each time from my held thrust into your throat, and you feel lightheaded and start to enter that dreamy state where you just do what you have to. But, I recognize this and you are not getting out of this that easily, and I pull my cock from your mouth and force you to your back again. Without letting you recover I push open your legs and slide my tongue between your legs tasting you again, but this time directly from the source of your wetness. Then without warning I shift and plunge myself in one thrust all the way into you. You are impaled fully on my cock and you draw a deep breath in shock of the feeling of being invaded so fast and forcefully. There was nothing nice or tender about my entry into your depths, it was one fast thrust, near ripping you up the middle. Had you not been dripping wet you don't know how you would have taken it all in one thrust. You yell out in shock, horror and pleasure all in one sound. I hold myself motionless feeling your folds engulf me and feeling the twitching of the muscles around my impalement. Then slowly I withdraw and drive again deeply without regard for you. This is for me and me alone, I will extract my pleasure from you in any way I wish. You lay there as my cock impales you repeatedly. You can't believe you can be so wet, knowing you are glad you are, otherwise you might have been torn open. Then you feel my cock fall from you and as your eyes open, you find it in your face and without a thought; you open your mouth and take it deeply into your mouth, tasting yourself again, this time on my cock. You lick and suck to get every drop off me, and can't believe how much you can't wait to do it again. Then you feel me shift again and drive yet again into you, deep and hard. Your whole body feels as if it is on fire, with desire, you are feeling things no one else has taken from you, your total submission. You only want to be used for my pleasure, and have no fear, that is my desire too. I reach up and grab your breasts roughly again and roll your nipples between my fingers, causing you to realize the contrast in feeling, the pain in your breasts and the pleasure in your crotch. You find one cancels out the other, or intensifies the other, depending on how you think about it. My cock once again fully released from your womanhood, now tracing slowly down around your ass. You can't believe the feeling, you have never yielded yourself this way to anyone, yet now you are secretly wanting me to take your 'cherry' from you and impale your ass on my cock. However, being unsure just what it will be like; can you handle it?, will it hurt?, why do you secretly wish me to drive into you there? I slowly push and your body in slight resistance tightens up, but the juice that has flowed from you and the pre-cum flowing from me is enough to allow me to overcome this resistance, and I slowly enter you. Your head is spinning from the feeling, you anticipated pain, but all you got was a warm outrageous tingle in your ass. It feels good, it feels filling and wonderful, and you ease yourself around me slightly with a subtle shift of your hips. Now I am in your ass about half of my hard shaft, sliding in and out slowly. You can't think, you can't do anything but feel; and what you feel is possessed, owned, and used. Then on a slow thrust I fully bury myself into you, you feel more full than you thought you could take, and as much as it is uncomfortable having my cock in your ass, it feels good and you feel your hips pressing involuntarily backward at me. I slide out of you and pull you to your feet, walk you to the living room and push you onto the couch on your knees and drive into your wetness again. This entry is a contrast to the feel you had in your ass, you feel me strike deeply inside and press back against me. You know you should fight me, you know you should not allow me to use you this way, but your body has won the battle and is giving in to anything I want. I drive deeply into you for several minutes sometimes fast, sometimes slowly, but each thrust ends up as deeply as I can. Then in one shifting thrust I impale your ass again. You scream out as I slide into your open ass fully and as much as you think it impossible, an incredible hard and long orgasm washes over you, you scream out in pure ecstasy, lust, desire and pleasure. Unable to comprehend how driving into your ass caused such an incredible feeling, you lean on the back of the couch gasping for air and realize that at some point I drove back into your gaping dripping wet cunt. I hold your hips to me as you slowly regain some awareness of your surroundings, and when I feel you are sufficiently recovered, it is my turn. I start driving into you deeply without regard for your pleasure. Yes, you came, but it was a bonus for you, as I wasn't worried whether you came or not, this is about me and what I want. As I near my peak, I drag you from me and press you onto the floor and force my now rock hard cock deep into your throat. You can taste the mix of your juice with my now copious amount of pre-cum and in one hard thrust I explode deep into your throat. Stream after stream threatens to choke you, but you manage somehow to take it. As I fall from your mouth and settle on the couch near spent, you turn to lick me clean. I am amazed at you and it isn't long before my desire to have you again is overwhelming. I throw you to your back again, and mount you. Driving deeply into you for what seems like forever, but turns out to be only a few minutes. Again I near my climax, and this time I drive as deeply into you as I can, feeling the head of my cock twitching on your cervix and I explode into you. As I slowly recover from another intense orgasm, I withdraw myself from you and our mixed juices flow from you down your thighs and onto the floor. You are spent, I am spent. After several minutes I stand and dress. I come to where you lay on the floor and untie your hands and for no other reason than I can, I backhand you again. I grab you by the chin look deeply into your terrified eyes and whisper to you..."See you tomorrow, my love." As I walk away and exit the door, locking it behind me, you whisper "Yes my love, tomorrow", and you lay your head on the cool tiles and smile. The Taking With a loud cry and slash of his sword Tesyr drove his blade deep across the minotaur chest. Deep in the forest the massive beast stood for a moment before toppling forward dead at the feat of the victorious warrior. The naga stood breathing heavily for a moment before dropping his arms to his side his sword tip clanking on the ground and closing his eyes he yelled a exalted shout at his deed. That would be his doom. For just a moment he let himself bask in what he thought was his solitary glory. Unaware that he was being watched by one who deeply was impressed by the strong virile specimen in front of her. His human upper half had a strong powerful torso and arms that smoothly transitioned to his dark green scales and slithering tail. Situated just below his waist was a slit where safely ensconced was his genitals protecting his most vulnerable parts. The female naga Tiaina softly expertly crept up behind the male when she saw her moment. She had many mates of experience behind her and with practiced ease was behind her prey and ready to strike. She bared her fangs dripping with the venom that would allow her to claim her prize. She struck blindingly fast sinking her teeth into the broad shoulder of the proud male. For the first time Tesyr felt fear. He instantly knew his life was over. Not his normal life but all that he had lived would soon be extinguished. His eyes became glass as he felt the female wrap her coils around him and felt himself lifted and dragged through the woods. He thought of all of the hunts and victories that would comprise his life as male and knew inside that no more would be added to it. As he felt himself dragged into the cave that the female called home he saw the simple barren earth walls that he would never leave again. This would soon be his entire world. As the female twisted around and settled them in the center of the den he saw the females slit where he would soon be entering. Black raven shoulder length hair framed a gorgeous face and emerald green eyes looked at him hungrily. Tiaina Sighed softly as she aligned her slit with the male soon to be hers and hissed softly.. "I claim you as my mate strong one..." Her bosom was ample and full with her human half skin was a slightly tanned tone to it. She had a leather top that barely contained her chest and she gently tilted the head of her prize to gaze fully at it knowing full well the effect that they would have on him. She then reached up and unfastened the clasp holding it to her knowing the time was just perfect and waited. Tesyr saw those beautiful mounds just barely hidden under that tight cover and inhaled sharply. He thought one last time of his old life while he still could and then when he just felt his strength returning he saw the top fall away and reveal those glorious orbs to him. As a naga he could not resist and reached out instinctively and cups the orbs in his hands. He leaned forward and flicked out his tongue and start to play with it whipping it around the tit eagerly. Tiaina gently wrapped her arms around the side of the male and breathed in a steady rhythm making her chest heave. She made no desire to hide herself from him. She wanted what only he could give her and would do anything to coax it out of him. She wraps her tail up with his and pressed her slit tight against his for she knew that soon it would be empty no longer. Tesyr whimpered as his instinct to constantly, always, be aware of all of his senses and surroundings was broken by the focus that this females breasts where drawing from him. He took a breast in his mouth and begin to suck on it while his fingers teased and touched and explored the firm yet soft flesh that yielded before him. This was of course the first mammaries that he had touched or seen and they were as wonderful as his instinct told them they were. Suddenly he felt a stirring within him. His sensitive tender cock came to life and slowly begin to crawl it's way out of safety. The head soon poked it's way out and pressed against the warm tight slit that was kissing it pushing slowly it's way out. Tiaina sighed as she felt the male begin to join with her. She smiled as she felt the glans of the male push against her tight walls which lightly welcomed the newcomer into their soft warm, wet, and tight embrace. She traced her fingertips ever so lightly up and down the spine of the male before resting her hand on the small of his back. She felt him slowly but steadily push further and deeper into his new home and she was quite eager to let him in. She flicked her tongue out and teased his ear. Tesyr sobbed but continued to ravish the mounds that he could not tear himself away from as his manhood slowly withdrew itself from her. He felt the tight pull of his balls inch their way from inside him as the war wet tunnel that his cock was tunneling into got tighter and tighter on his glans. Soon he felt a spongy sphincter muscle blocking the end of her vagina and shivered as what felt like a thousand finger tickled the sensitive cockhead as it pushed it's way past. As soon as his glans popped past the barrier it tightened down on his cock preventing any further movement. His balls were just at the edge of his slit threatening to break free which he knew inside was inevitable... Tiaina gently ran her fingers through the males hair as she felt him nearly completely his journey. She knew this would be a one way trip from him and that she would be all that he knew from here on till the end of his days. "Welcome my mate.." She said softly into his ear as she pulled with her sex on his cock and watched him as his balls popped free. Embracing him tight to her as she knew this moment was the most traumatic experience a male naga could have. Tesyr closed his eyes and pressed his head tight against her chest. Then what felt like a kick to the stomach hit him and his balls fell out. His slit was completely gone and now his genitals would be forever on the outside of his body. Not safe within him but exposed vulnerable. He lost all desire for freedom and independence though deep inside he still desired it from his memories. Buried his cock deep in the female his balls pressing against her slit he never wanted to leave this safe new home. Though this female had taken his old life from him he felt no anger toward her. In fact now she was the most important thing in his life and never wanted to be apart from her. Tiaina held him for a moment letting him recover from the trying experience. She then leaned back and softly kissed him on the forehead.. "I am Tiaina. I am your mate" She then nodded down to her breasts.. "Would you like to receive succor from me?" Her orbs were slightly covered with sweat from her efforts in claiming him. Tesyr looked up into those beautiful green eyes and then his gaze drifted down to those beautiful breasts that had lead him away from his old life to here. He nodded and softly took them in his hands and started to knead and fondle them. Exploring them more deliberately now. "I am Tesyr" he said softly slowly starting to accept his fate. Tiaina gently rubbed the sides and back of her strong powerful and most importantly virile mate. "My titflesh pleases you my mate?" She said simply with no hint of shame or embarrassment at the fondling that the male was doing to her. "Take what you need from them I give you all." Tesyr looked at her and simply said. "They are wonderful so soft yet firm and warm." He leaned forward and started sucking on one again. His cock throbbed deep within her pulsing against the tight walls that held them in place. He had no desire to thrust in her like mammals did he felt best buried as deep as he could be in her. Tiaina smiled and kissed and licked on the back of Tesyr's neck. "I am pleased you enjoy them so. You will make our line strong." She then awakened the muscle that lie like a tongue deep at the end of her vagina just past the sphincter that held it tightly in place. It reached up and teased the cock head lightly. Tracing over the sensitive glans before settling underneath in that wonderful divot that is the sweet spot to draw out the seed of any male. Tesyr twitched and flinched as he felt a growing need of release. Disturbed by the strong desire to let go that broke his near perfect sense of concentration he grunted. Soon soft noises came from him as his cock started pulsing and soft warm spurts of his semen flowed from his cock. Naga orgasms were much less powerful then other creatures. They were like gentle peeks of rolling hills instead of the sharp juts of mountains that overwhelm other creatures. They also last much longer nearly fifteen to twenty minutes long. He started sucking on the tit in front of him seeking comfort from his mate. Tiaina started to breathe heavier and heavier as she felt her mate give her the seed she so desired. She felt his power flow into her as he released his essence from his huge heavy balls that pressed against her. She wrapped her arms gently but firmly around him. "Relax and take from me. Let go from within and all will be well. I provide for you." She started to pant and felt a need for release herself. As she felt her self reach a peak of fulfillment her nipples begin to exude her milk dribbling slowly out of her. Tesyr tasted the sweet nourishing milk touch his tongue and eagerly sucked it out of the tit. He switched to her other breasts licking what had dribbled down her breast and sucking on that for awhile he switched off losing himself into the pleasure this brought him. HIs cock continued to pulse flowing himself out into her as he felt her muscle stimulating his cockhead to ensure he opened himself up to her with no regard. This continued for moments more till finally with a last strong pulse he finished and his cock slowly started to lose it's firmness. Tiaina started to regain her breath as she felt the last of her mate give himself to her and she let go with her sphincter muscle to allow his cock to slide out it's use for now fulfilled. She coiled tired around him drawing him up to her away from her chest which she pressed against his own. "I love you my mate you are my everything" She kissed him softly but passionately. Tesyr looked lost into her eyes and could only reply. "I love you my mate" And flicked his tongue out to touch her lips as he blinked getting sleepy. He laid his head on the top of her bosom and closed his eyes drifting off to sleep. Tiaina laid her head on those broad strong shoulders and closer her own eyes drifting off to sleep. She laid her hand on his exposed cock and balls knowing it would comfort him to feel her warm touch on his sensitive vulnerable genitals. Come morning she would leave the den to hunt for food and to lay her eggs. Most of them would not survive to hatch and fewer still would ever reach adulthood.She would never see them again after she laid them as they would be left to nature to decide their fate. She would then come back to their den and he would be waiting eager to lay within her once more to keep himself safe within her. He would only drink of her milk for all the nourishment he would need. For the rest of his days till years later he would fall asleep and never waken old and complete. Tiaina would as female nagas do live exponentially more years then males do taking dozens of mates one at a time. She would lay countless eggs but have at most a couple of dozen offspring that would live long enough to become mates themselves and continue her line. This is the way of the naga. The way it was intended to be for them. The Taking She is awaked by the sound of a car leaving. Her mind still foggy about the events of the previous night; had it actually happened or was it a dream. Her memories seem all too real; surly he would not go so far. Focus she tells herself as she tries to remember, had she imagined her orgasm... had he violated her or was it a dream. Having found herself alone in the room for the night she decided to have an early night as a well-earned reward. It's been a rough few weeks. Glancing one last time at her phone contemplating whether or not to answer his text from the previous day. Oh fuck him... he has been quiet so why spoil that now with drama. This is "me time" she grins to herself. Besides she has just had a solo play session and is very relaxed... she turns over with a smile and very aware of the warm wetness between her legs... Slowly she drifts off... It is dark... she can't move... Is she bound or is it fear... The room is dark... Wanting to call out she can't... the cold steel off the cuffs... hand over her mouth... Shhhhhhhh little one shhhhhhhh ... Don't make a sound... a bad dream... She feels slight relief as the hand is slowly removed from her mouth. She begins to relax , the dream is over... holy shit what is going on in my head she asks herself as she feels the ring gag being fastened at the back of her head... She tries in vain to shout; silenced by the ring gag... I told you to shhhhh little one the voice says... It must be a dream how else could she have ended up with her hands cuffed above her head and secured to the bed... legs spread... Bound to the bottom of the bed... and the gag... You belong to me now little one the voice continues. Mmmm you are wet to the touch I see ... Started without me I see... He places two fingers in her open mouth... taste yourself slut! Taste your sex! He rips her T-shit exposing her ample breasts... I'm going to uncuff your right hand... She nods... His hand firmly around her neck to remind her... perhaps warn her... Her hand is now loose... Go with the dream she tells herself, he doesn't have the balls to do this .I want you to play with your breasts he commands... she seductively begins to play with her breasts, pinching the hard nipples between her thumb and forefinger... She can see him standing over her stroking his cock. A moan escapes his lips as he watches the show she is putting on for him. Her pelvis begins arch upwards as she lets herself get further into her dream... her movement on her breasts more rapid as his fingers begin to tease her pussy... She can feel and hear how wet she has become. Three fingers are now in her... her hand moves down to part her pussy lips in search of her slowly growing clit... she wants to cum... she must cum... Stop he commands... Don't touch yourself there!! The only one cumming now is me slut! With that he is standing over her; grabbing her hair to tilt her head slightly upwards him... Pointing her gaping mouth towards his cock... the angry head millimetres from her open mouth... a few more rapid strokes with his free hand... Aahhh aaahhh ahhhhh is all she can hear as she feels her mouth fill with jet after jet of his cum... A firm hand on her throat as a reminder... yes little one... swallow my cum he whispers... Her alarm startles her... wow what a dream she thinks to herself. Lying in bed she prepares herself for the day ahead. Coffee and a shower would be good right now. Putting out her first cigarette for the day she steps out of bed, monetarily stunned by familiar feeling of his cum oozing out of her along her inner thigh. What else happened last night? Bzzzzz bzzzzz... Wiping his face as he reaches over to silence the alarm. The dream slowly fading in his memory. He dreamt of her again and it was not an ordinary dream; he had taken her. A hint of guilt in his mind. Was that for the content of the dream or was it that he may have liked the thought. Why does this creature always have this effect on him? By all accounts an attractive woman; one who stands out in a crowd without standing out. All the tiny little imperfections combined to create uniquely beautiful creature. It is still early; he can let his mind wonder a bit. Her skin so soft and inviting. It almost glows under candle light begging to be touched. That feeling of running his fingers from her shoulder down her arm enjoining the thrill of her skin against his palm; sensual and erotic at the same. He likes watching his hand as it creases her or does he just like looking at her? Even the sight of her hand is enough to fill him with desire. Turning over he looks at the empty space beside him on the bed but he can picture her. She is beautiful in her sleep. He has stared at her in her sleep. Her perfect back and strong shoulders the hint of a breast peeking out; her face relaxed; body moving in rhythm with her slow breathing. He recalls how good she feels against him ; on those stolen nights. When she has settled down after a long day , when all the tension and stress has left her , in her sleep . She lies there like an angel, he is always amazed at her ability to fall asleep; in fact he is envious of that. On those nights he delays his sleep to take her in; savouring the feeling of her soft body up against his, the warmth, the comfort and feeling of bliss she provides even in her sleep. Her smell and the sound of her breathing in the silent room. This is his favourite time, no words necessary just lying still in the dark holding her; knowing she is at peace with the world; he is at peace with the word. Trying very hard not to fall asleep so that the stolen moment can last longer. Few things in life provide such uncomplicated joy; then slowly he drifts into a shallow sleep listening to her heartbeat her breathing the smell of her hair... even at the edge of sleep his mind and senses are full of this beautiful creature. The Taking You approach me and kiss me deeply on the lips, and then step back and excuse yourself to go get changed, you r off in a flash and I hear the patter of your footsteps climbing the stairs, You gone for only what seems a minute and you return dressed in a cute little bottomless black teddy, and 3 inch heels. I reach out for you and pull you to me, kissing you passionately on the lips, stepping back taking you all in and saying very nice indeed, and kiss you one more time before offering you a drink, we chat for a bit, I then take the drink from you then take you by the hand and tell you to come with me. Taking you upstairs and into my bedroom, and one in the door I position you at the base of the bed facing the headboard and tell you to stand still. Standing there you look up at the canopy bed and then notice the chains that are hanging from each corner, than you feel me at your back as I reach in front of you for the suspension cuffs attached to the end of each chain, and take each one and place them on your wrists suspending your arms over your head. Then you hear me tell you to lean your head back, and as you do you feel the blindfold cover being placed over your eyes and secured at the back of your head. I step back and tell you to spread your legs for me and then step up behind pushing my hips against your ass and start to run my hands all over your body, up the sides of your legs, slowly moving up over your ass and around your hips till I find the wetness between you lets. Taking one finger I slowly insert it into you with a circular motion, while pressing my hard cock up against your ass. Running my hand up over your stomach and up under the thing cloth and cup each breast in hang and taking each nipple between my thumb and forefinger I gently squeeze and rotate them back and forth. Leaning forward I whispering in your ear, I find myself in a rather nasty mood this evening, and want to take it out on our ass. Stepping back I pull up the bottom of your teddy, baring your ass to me and start to give each cheek and gentle slap, then increasing it slowly till they each start to show a little red glow. Aroused, and pressing my hips up against you with more force, I lean forward pinning your hips to the bed and whisper in your ear I am going to fuck you in the ass right here and now. Stepping back I reach for the lube that is close at hand, and holding it over your ass as tilting the bottle and letting a small stream of lube run down the crack of your ass. Then I unzip my jeans and release my already hard hard cock, then kicking my jeans free I step up behind you and start to rub my cock up and down the crack of your ass telling you how I am going to fuck you deep and long and take you tonight in the ass. Reaching down I position the head of my cock up against your ass, and slowly start to push forward. Just as the head of my cock enters you I stop to let your ass muscles adjust to the new sensation of me entering you. With a hand full of hair I pull you back to me and tell you, we have only begun my dear. As I pull back slightly, and then with one quick forward motion, my cock is buried deep in your ass. Holding you tight to me I pull you head back ever so slightly and sink my teeth lightly into the flesh of your skin , you hear my breath pick up depth and pace as I slowly start to fuck you in the ass. My hands explore your body as my cock explores your ass. Again and again I sink ever so deeper into you until I can no longer hold back, then reaching up I unsnap you from the chains, pull you back and tell you to get on your knees, and face me. Then taking my cock I grab you by the back of your hair, and tell you to open your mouth and stick your tongue out, and as you do, I start to cum on your tongue, and then as the last drops of cum escape my lips, I slide my cock deep in your mouth, looking down at you and into your eyes I say, "Your such a good girl." The Taking and Making of Melanie She had started dating Greg over six months before, he was nineteen, a year older than herself and had just graduated high school that May. He lived with his father in a really nice upper eastside apartment. His dad, Jason, was thirty-six and wore his age so well that when she had first been over to meet him she had kind of stared and ended up blushing beneath his flashing smiles. He was as cool as he was good looking, he wore his darkish hair longer than most men his age and it was usually tied back at his neck. He was an investment planner or something like that, but he could do a lot of his work from home and had plenty of free time to spare for dating and other things that occupied his time at night. Her parents had not liked that she wanted to date a boy out of high school already, but when they found out she'd been to his apartment where only he and his father lived, they had pretty much flipped their lids. That's when Jason had called them, talked to them about his views on her and Greg dating and taking it slow, and had even invited them over for dinner. Now, her parents not only liked Greg, they adored his father and never worried about when she went over to visit. So when Greg had told her about his fathers Christmas party at the house, her parents had been very cool about allowing her to go over, Jason had even told them his girl friend would be there as well as several other adult couples and their kids and she'd be perfectly fine staying over like some of the others were going to. Her friends thought she was living the absolute dream of a life. In school, she was popular, on the debate team, swam, acted and out of school she had even done some part time modeling to save up for college. She was tall, slender, had a head full of strawberry hair that tumbled in heavy waves just to the point where her ass swelled. She was dating a guy that looked as if he could have walked off the pages of GQ and he was in love with her and willing to wait. She had let him know from the beginning, she was a virgin and planned to remain that way for a long time to come. It was something she prided herself on. Even though, she did let him touch her, she had halted him every time he had tried to put one inside. It made her blush and squirm to even think about his fingers down there touching her. It was so very hard sometimes, not to ask him to keep going. But one day, she knew one day when they were married, she would give everything to him The evening of the party, she took her time getting ready, starting with a long bubble bath in which she luxuriated for nearly an hour, she hummed along with music as she shaved her legs, paying special attention not to leave any nicks or rashing, she hated that and she wanted to show off in the dress she had begged her mother to let her buy. She scrubbed slow and gently until her skin shone, luminous in the light spilling in from the window. Living on the 28 floor did have it's advantages, she never had to worry about some sick old pervert spying in on her. She dressed carefully, not that there was much to do, the dress was black, a salsa style cut that parted in several strips when she walked and gave glimpses of her thighs, her mother had sworn up and down if she just bent over even slightly, someone would end up getting a nice peek at her rump. The thought kind left her with a giddy feeling. She was feeling very grown up tonight and rather relished the idea of someone looking at her and finding her sexy. Jason even. The thought caused her to drop the straps of the dress she had been about to tie beneath her hair at her neck, and her gaze fell to her breasts. Youthful breasts that sat high and full, tipped in pinkish brown flesh that tightened even as she stared. She blushed and with trembling fingers hurriedly fixed the ties and smoothed her hands down the silky fabric, liking the way it plunged deep and molded flat to her tummy. She twirled this way and that with a flushed grin before settling herself down long enough to go about fixing her hair and make up, adding a pair of strappy black heels at the very end. She looked different, not little girlish at all, but like a woman. There was a glow to her eyes, anticipation. She had a feeling Greg's Christmas gift tonight was going to be something very special and even Jason had let her know she had a surprise in store that she would never forget. ****************** "I didn't think your parents were going to be able to take enough pictures. God damn you look hot" Greg reached across the small space of his car and touched her cheek, tucked a strand of her hair behind the shell of an ear. His greenish gray eyes were full of her. He loved her so much. It shined from him. "How can I go all night without taking you into some dark corner and..." She blushed and smiled, leaning to brush a kiss over his cheek. "Maybe you don't have to go all night without it. You are looking very hot yourself" And he did, he was tall, lean but muscular, rangy her mother called it. His hair was curly and fell just over one of his eyes in such a way that never failed to make her feel butterflies inside. He looked a lot like Jason, but he also looked in his coloring like his mother, whom she had still never met. He looked away from the street often, unable to get enough of how she looked tonight. He had been with her to modeling stuff before and it was amazing how they could make her look, but for some reason tonight, tonight she just looked dream like. He dropped his hand to her knee where it was bared by the layers of dress, and slid it just a little higher, he knew about how far he could go before she would stop him, and sure enough by the time his fingers swirled at the upper mid portion of her thigh, her hand fell lightly over his. Not pushing him away, but not letting him go any farther either. Her skin was like nothing he had ever known. Silk, cool and pure. His fingertips tingled and he ached in his gut to slide his hand deeper into the shadowed places he dreamed of touching, tasting. She wasn't like any other girl he had dated, and he had dated some pretty hot chicks, but Melanie, she made him think about her, she made him crave to see her, to have even the luxury of holding her hand. When he thought about her, he didn't think about "until the next", he thought about how he could keep her wanting ...him. "Fuuuuuuck girl, this is going to be a long night" He moaned. She laughed and patted his hand gently. "It's going to be a night to remember." she promised. Greg and Jason's apartment was awesome. That was the only word she could think of it whenever she first stepped in. They never cleaned, Jason paid a maid to do that, and the place was immaculate, completely male, done in soft suedes and leathers of caramel, buff and golden browns. The couch sat caddy corner, you could watch television that sat on a huge wall length entertainment center, or part the curtains to the glassed balcony that ran the length of another. He'd had some people come in and decorate the place with trailing vines and mistletoe, chrysanthemums and other beautifully done decorations, the tree just to one side of the glassed wall, huge, full, trimmed in wide pearl lace, clear lights and beautifully fragile glass bulbs filled with dainty bits of snow. The topper was an amazing glass angel that glowed as the lights lit it from beneath. She stood for long moments just admiring. As the sun was setting and the world outside became night, she could see herself reflected in the polished glass, and she was mesmerized by the sight of herself, not even aware of the one walking up just behind her. "All grown up tonight" His voice startled her and she caught the glossed cherry of it between strong pearly teeth and half turned to gaze up at him. His eyes were so similar to Gregs in their shape, but gray, not one touch of another color. Just pure stormed gray. In this light, they gleamed mercury. "M..my mom, she let me buy it" she stammered, feeling her cheeks blistering and silently cursed herself for how very little girlish she always started feeling around this man. Real man. All man. Adult............man. Powerful. That is the word that fit him fully, he exuded power. Tonight his hair had been left loose and splashed against the black of his tailor fitted shirt, tucked into black trousers that molded muscular thighs and fell down to the tops of shined leather of boots. Dangerous, her mind whispered. This was the type of man women shied from for all the reasons she was only just beginning to understand. "Yay mom" He grinned suddenly, a lopside quirk of sensual mouth and her tummy coiled, rolled in tight fluttery sensation. "I approve, now come on girl, don't be shy, come meet the other guests" He touched his fingers lightly to the back of her elbow and she jumped. For just a moment, a breath really, her gaze crashed within that mercurial shine of his and she could not hear or focus and she was sure she would..fall, but in an instant his gaze dropped to her lips, his own tugging slightly. "I believe you've met my girl friend Jill..........." ************************* Jill Mendelsson was one of those women young girls dreamed of growing up to be like. She also had a way of looking at you as though she was aware of every reason to every bit of blush on Melanie's cheeks. Her smile that of a woman in total control of herself. Tonight she actually took charge of Melanie and lead her about the small gathering of friends to introduce her to Greg and Jason's friends. Although he had told her parents there would be children here, those "children" were all over the age of eighteen. There were four couples not including herself and Greg, two of whom who had brought their kids who seemed to be not much younger than their parents. It was a rowdy group. Laughter spilled frequent and everyone, including Melanie was given glasses of wine and champagne with dinner and after. They played silly games before Jason lowered the lights so that the candles lit everywhere took over the hue of the room, adding a deeper more intimate warmth. He cued up his stereo system and it was languid pulsing music that filled the apartment. He encouraged everyone to enjoy and swept Jill up against him. And it was with a pang of something new and surprising in her tummy that Melanie half watched them out of the corner of her eye, though Greg was never far and soon she was smiling up into his eyes as he swept her up close to him. The warmth of the drinks she'd consumed made her feel fuzzy, floating. And it was so very nice the way Gregs body brushed up against hers in time to the music. He held her hand lightly before guiding each up to his neck, his own hands wrapped against her ribs, just beneath the swell of her breasts and slid slowly down and around the curves of her hips until they splayed out against the swell of her bottom. It was nothing like he'd ever held her before and warmth crept through and a newly familiar ache throbbed to life deep inside. She became lost in his gaze, he in hers. It was timeless. The lights aglow, the music deep inside her, her first love so close, his head dipping so that his breath fanned her cheek, and with each brush of his thigh between hers, her eyes grew heavier and heavier. "God how I want you..." he whispered, right up against her ear, tiny kisses teased her, a flicker of his tongue aroused a flood of electricity through her blood. She felt as if she were sinking. "Greg.." It was Jason and each of them turned their heads in slow unison, flushed. Melanie turned closer into her boyfriend the moment Jason's eyes slashed over her. They seemed to cut her open and she could barely manage to flicker up the most shy of glances before looking away, her heart racing wildly. "Greg...Jill's come down with a headache. I'd like you to drive her home as I need to be here for the others. You can take the jag. I'll keep an eye on Melanie for you." Greg never faltered to adhere to his fathers words. He groaned softly, but nodded. He turned Melanie to him and slid his arms around her tightly, bending to speak quietly into her ear. "I'll be back before you know it and we can pick up......where we left off" Melanie blushed and smiled, reaching to hold herself against him for just that moment. She watched him go with great reluctance and immediately felt out of place and exceedingly shy the moment the door closed behind Greg and Jill, but when she would have turned and disappeared into some semi-shadow to watch the others in quiet, Jasons hand was around her own, tugging her back easily. "No hiding for pretty girls" He murmured and tugged her up closer until she could feel the heat of his body radiate around the expanses of flesh left bared by her dress. "I wasn't going to hide" She flushed, but her words were a girlish attempt at sounding indignant. "Of course you were, but I took away your dance partner, so allow me" His tone left no room for denial, nor did his hands. One at her hip, claimed, settled in a slow firm wrap that drew her hips forward into his. Her heart stopped in that moment, just as his other arm slid round her, his hand splayed in the dip of lower back. His head bowed and she could feel the cool lengths of his hair brush her skin. "Now, be a good girl and put your arms around my neck, just like you had them around Gregs" She did so, her arms sliding up around his neck, and the length of him, so much taller than herself, forced her even closer until her breasts brushed his chest and her breath moved over this throat as she tilted her face. She could feel the blush on her skin. It hurt in its intensity. He moved with the music. A natural rhythm, easy, sensual. The hand wrapped over hip guided the slow grind of her own body and she could feel him, feel the very epitome of what made him so male in the cradle of her pelvis and it flared something so....hot...she felt she would surely find her knees buckling at any moment. "You have eyes that are going to drown oceans of men" He murmured and the hand controlling her hip strayed, her movements sealed to him now, following without thought. His fingertips stroked up her side, brushed the outer curve of her breast and was gone before she realized. He skimmed the ridge of her collarbone and touched only his fingertips to her cheek, using his thumb to tilt her face even more fully upward to his gaze. He smiled, watching her eyes dart around the room, dilating as he spoke what she was thinking. "No one is paying attention, they're all enjoy the music as much..as you and I" Her fingers contracted against his neck, his skin warm, velvet. His hair tickling her arms made her want to slide her fingers through it and hold on. She felt as if her entire insides were melting. She stared up at him, he did not falter in returning her gaze. His hand on her lower back slid and rode the sweet curve of her bottom and she could feel the dress bunch just the littlest bit as he curled his fingers into her, pulling her tighter still into the heat of him and she could not stifle the worried little noise of guilty pleasure she felt explode. She started to pull away, wanting to run to Gregs room and hide. Just hide. But he held her, locked in his arm, in the fingers holding her face and he bowed his own closer. She could feel his words breathed out over her mouth and her gaze fixated on the mercurial gray shine of his own. "No running, just a dance. You like to dance don't you?" He asked so very casually. "I think you do, your body says you love..to dance." She was flustered. Confused. Tipsy and very aware of the warmth between her thighs. Every moment he brushed into her, it grew. "Yes Sir, I like to dance" She said so softly. "But...you...you are..." She stammered and closed her eyes, felt her lips part as his fingers tightened their grip on her face, felt his thumb swirl from chin to sweep against the fullness of her lower lip. "I am what? To old to be a dance partner? Not a good enough dancer? Am I such a disappointment?" He was teasing her. He knew what was happening. He knew and he was taking delight in making her nearly combust in her shy awareness and after a moment he took pity on her and slowly released her from the closeness to him, sliding his hand from her face down a slender arm. "Come on little Melanie. Let's get you a drink" He smile so charmingly that she could not help but return it, walking after him in what was feeling increasingly like a state of haze. ********************* The rest of the evening passed in a blur for Melanie. While Jason never touched her again, she continued to feel him as she did when they danced. He had taken her over to the bar and given her a spiced rum drink that by the time Greg arrived back home had her just slightly wobbly on her legs. Jason had been charming and funny and eased her mind and she was laughing brightly with him when Greg walked over to them, she had even lifted her arms as he bent to brush a chaste kiss and kissed him back in such a way it had stunned him for a moment, parting his lips with a rummed tongue, kissing him deep until he had groaned and his father had suggested they tone it down. After that, Greg had taken her to a den and given her his gift. The beauty of it took her by surprise. A thin silver chain upon which dangled a heart shaped locket. Inside was a picture of him and one of her and on the back he had had their initials engraved. It was so sweet and so precious and unlike anything she had ever been given that she promptly became a soft weepy mess and he had rocked her and kissed her for a long long while afterwards. In her tipsy state and in the happiness of such a lovely gift she had allowed him to eventually lay her back on the soft twill couch until he laid half atop her, one of his legs in between her own and she had moaned when his knee drew up to grind gently against her panties. She was rushing, dizzy and felt as if she were only half awake. It was delicious and intoxicating. She let him kiss her mouth and her jaw, down the slender column of her throat with little nibbles and suckles that made a deep rich throb take life against his knee. She had even allowed his fingers to tug aside the flimsy material covering a taut breast and moaned again when his mouth closed over a pinkish tip and suckled slow and deep, the swirls of his tongue so soft that it soon had her fingers deep into his hair, not sure if she were trying to tug him off or pull him tighter to her breast. But for the first time it was Greg who slowed them with an agonized groan, lifting with a dazed smile, staring down at her with such adoration. "Please Greg......I want you to...more..."..her voice did not seem her own, the girlish lilt had grown huskier and want heated each breathless word. He moaned as if in pain and eased fully away from her, sitting her up, smoothing her dress and her hair. "No, you're pretty fucked up and that's not how I want us to do this. I want you to be perfectly sober. I want you to know exactly what you are asking me for............................when you are ready." She had cried again. He had made her love him ten times more. So it was with a soft laugh and gentle hands that he pulled her to her feet and took her down the hall to the spare room that would be hers tonight, helped her out of her shoes and laid her down across the bed. Set the tall rotating fan into motion and with a whisper of love had left her to sleep the night away. She smiled watching him go, still aching inside from the feelings his sweet touches had brought to life. With a tiny lil groan she had rolled over and drifted into a foggy half sleep. She had no concept of what time it could possibly be when the touching roused her from a fuzzy sleep and even as she felt it, she still could not fully wake up. Her eyes opened, but she couldn't see anything but pitch and felt as fingers drifted up her inner thigh, that something had been tied around her eyes, her body felt too heavy, and her voice when she spoke seemed so far away, but there was fear to it The Taking and Making of Melanie "Greg????" "Shhh............shhhh" He soothed with gentle noises, and a hand urged her head back down, stroking her hair until she relaxed and then the touch returned to where it had been. She was on her belly, a leg drawn high up, her arms beneath her pillow as she often slept. The dress with its many silk falls had fallen away and framed her bottom, pale and tautly plump in the darkness, just a silky bit of panties keeping her covered much at all. She groaned a little thinking of Greg looking at her now. Wondering what he was doing, remember his touch from earlier and wondering if he had decided he couldn't wait. It made her heart skip a beat and her tummy flip and she decided for a moment, she would let him touch her just to see what he would do and how it would feel. Then she would stop him. His fingers swirled at the back of her knee, the leg extended straight down. He was laid along side her and she could feel the length of him behind her. His fingers were lazy touch, unhurried, drifting in circles higher up each time and then back down again. This kept going until his fingertips swept against the place where thigh curved into a tender cheek of ass and heat bloomed beneath her panties and that delicious throb had returned and he had never once gotten close to her there. She squirmed and she heard him laugh very softly. "Grrrrreeegg" It was an invitation, one he didn't deny. She felt those fingertips dip inside her thigh and brush feather light down the curved length of her panties. She stiffened at first in the complete surprising rush of pleasure she felt. Felt herself..there..swell and the throb become more intense, her hands beneath the pillow curled into the bed sheets and she felt even dizzier, even more drugged. She felt his entire hand cup her, squeeze gently and she arched. Hips tilting to rub herself into his palm and he answered the movement with a firmer squeeze until she gasped and moaned more deeply. "shhhhhhhhh......." the sound rushed against her ear as he shifted, he slid lower down beside her, his hand leaving the heat of her long enough to join the other in curling around the dainty band of her panties and she let him without protest wriggle them down, heard his moan as he bared her ass and the place between her thighs she kept bare of any hair out of pure girlish vanity. Plump and damp and splayed open in the spread of her legs as one drew back into its high bend when he had tugged the panties completely free. He knelt between her now and she drifted in deciding if now were the time to stop him, but she felt the first touch of warm rough fingertips against her bare dampness, her body contracted and protest was lost again. An arm slid under her hips and pelvis and he slid her upward, urging her with his free hand at the back of her knee until she was shifting for him just a little, until her bottom swayed in the air and both her legs were curled and spread wide and her weight rested on her shoulders pressed down snug to the mattress. It occurred to her how she must look, but she was so dizzy, so very deliciously dizzy and the air on the fan was wafting over the heat of her and he held her about her hips and she could feel his breath on her bottom. She couldn't do anything but pant of a breath. His free hand reached high between her thighs and he cupped her fully until the tip of his middle finger split heavy folds and settled on her clit and his palm grinded slowly down until it was lodged against her hole and the images in her mind wrung heavy moans from her. She had never even come close to letting him touch her like this before. It was unbelievable. Her hips wriggled higher and it was with unconscious thought that she moved against his hand, grinding herself on the tip of his finger and against his palm, bursts of hot pleasure coated her, made her feel as if she had chains on her will to protest, to slow him down, to stop him at all. He touched her for the longest time, as if exploring ever little fold of flesh, every crevice. She could hear to the depth of his breath had changed, felt his mouth slide open over each cheek of her bottom and his finger moved in deep massaging circles around her clit, above it and below it but never right against it and she knew instinctively she wanted it, wanted it right there and mewled for it, body tight and trembling. She heard his groan of answering laughter and she blushed even through the haze of heat he was creating. How had he learned to tease a woman this way? He had never even tried this before, alway stopping, always just kisses, so sweet, so very sweet. But now, now... She felt him adjust his weight again on the bed and his hands slid over the cheeks of her bottom, pulling them wide apart, pushing them back together again and she whimpered at the lewdness of it, knew he could see the tiny pucker of her asshole when he opened her. It gave her strange quivery blasts of heat. She felt his breath on the moistened flesh of her where his fingers and hand had made her feel so incredibly dizzy and she froze again. She knew about what a man could do with his mouth, had even touched herself and thought of it, but to feel his breath, she could not imagine..could not. He crooned low to her, massaged the backs of her thighs and felt his thumb brush the clutching little hole that had never been penetrated, he massaged it as well, deep grinds of this thumb, sweeping it along her wet little slit to circle her clit and then back down again until she had relaxed back into the hellish little blanket of dizziness, tiny moans lost into the bedsheets as her hands clawed tight. The she felt it, a flicker of his tongue as his hands adjusted her hips, urging her to lift her ass even higher and she did so. His fingers curled into her ass and he held her cheeks up and apart in that lewd way as his head dipped low and she could feel his tongue and breath. She nearly died to feel the length of it, his tongue that had been in her mouth, sliding on her entire length, circling her clit in the same wonderfully frustrating way his fingers and thumb had. The sounds, the sounds of his tongue lapping at her, the sounds of his mouth when it closed on her folds, wide open over her flesh and suckled tight made her tense and spasm with the very forbidden nature of it. "Ohhhh.......stoppppppp" It was soft, moaned out breathlessly into the pillow, but he only held her cheeks tighter and intensified the tugging pull of his mouth, the rough lapping of his tongue. Eating her out. Her mind played those words and it was so very nasty to her. Nasty in a way that made her tummy clench and her bottom squirm in his hands, she gave into the feeling of it and wanted more. Her body bloomed, swollen, she rocked so that her nipples scraped over the sheets and her flesh bumped deeper into his mouth, he was all over her there, covering every inch, nibbling now, sucking the whole of a plump fold into his mouth and then spitting it out in a slow slide that made her nearly cry out. His tongue swept against that tiny quivering hole and her whole body shuddered. He reached under with a hand to play with her clit and his tongue teased that little hole until she was mindless, it slicked in, so easily at first and begin to spread her as a little growl rumbled on the pink heat of her, he pushed deeper and she could feel him inside her, is tongue lashing up and down, swirling around the tightest clingy walls. She almost cried. She was overwhelmed. She wanted to feel him in there deeper. Her clit throbbed savagely, painfully almost and she rocked and rocked against him, moving in search of something she didn't know but wannnnnted. "Pleaaaaaaaaaaase" It spilled out on a moan, her legs in their bent up positions cramped a little but she tried to spread herself even more, each lil movement sending hot chills of pleasure along her flesh, inside her body. She felt him lift a little and a finger was there where his tongue had been and she nearly sighed. Yessss, she thought to herself. More. He teased her as wet scented kisses rained over the backs of her thighs and bottom. Teased her with the very tip of his finger as she rocked herself backwards and forwards, until she was the one slowly stretching herself around the thickness of him, she sighed in bliss at the way it burned and the roughness of his finger clashed with the so silky soft wet heat of her inside. He let her rock onto him, let her set the pace of it, let her break herself in on his finger and groaned as her body clenched and snatched his flesh, tugging him in, keeping him there with a vice of hold. ******************* Slowly though, so slowly he started to pull out when she rocked forward, pushing in as she met him. He could her her breathing, jerky and deep. Gasping moans quieted into the pillow before she would lift herself to the flat of her hands and fuck onto that single finger. And she was fucking. He could feel the greedy little way her cunt closed around him and he laughed so low. She wanted. "Morrrrrre..." She felt him move again and cried out beggingly when the finger slid free from the tight little clutch of her body. He knelt up over her and that was the first moment she could feel the length of him just against her inner thigh, brush against the pout of her flesh. She drew in the deepest breath. It felt huge. Long and thick, hot. "More of me?" He whispered so very softly, and he had been so gentle. He was always so very gentle and she felt his finger down between her thighs slide back into her. Stretched open just enough to fit him and he worked it deep and slow. It was the friction. It undid her. She quaked in the sensations it built, she felt the band of his arm as it slid back under her hips, felt the tip of his middle finger spread her, and for the first time pressure slicked on the very bud of her clit and she nearly died. It was sure and fast and concentrated and that combined with the slow sliding in and out of his other finger made the world tilt and roll and sway. "Yessssss yessss Greeeeggggg...more..I...ohhhhII....feel....unnnn" She couldn't find the words for what was happening to her body. She was rushing forward into something. So deep, so wet, so lush. And he kept it going, kept it going until suddenly her whole body seized and began to convulse as the deepest waves of pleasure surged and claimed her. She was cumming on his finger. She knew what was happening. Had never cum, not even when she played with herself so shyly. He groaned as her body suckled violently at his finger and he pushed against it, deeper into her until she cried out and that is when the feeling of him inside her disappeared. The bed shifted and she felt his knees right up against the backs of her own. Felt the length of his body, so much heavier than her own lay over her, fingers grasped at the cloth covering her eyes and pulled it over head at the same time she felt him nudging at the spasmed little hole tween her thighs. She stiffened as her eyes flew open. "Gregggg noooo.......stop..I"........ She had been surprised by how much light was in the room from the just rising sun and when she half turned her head up, every drop of pleasure inside her body froze into disbelief and when she would have screamed, a large hand was sliding against her mouth. She could smell herself on him. He smiled. "Not Greg. Surprise." Jason held her now, one arm wrapped under her, holding her bottom up against him, angling her to the thing that jutted hard and heavy against the tiny cleft of an opening stretched so slightly by his finger. She groaned loud and raw against his hand as her body writhed and he leaned fully over her. That silky smooth voice dropping right against her ear. "But you want it. You Asked for it. You're a hot little piece, aren't you Melanie? You're soaked with my mouth and your own body. I can taste that little pussy on my lips and tongue. I'll share it with you another time when you learn to ask for it like a good little girl"." She groaned at those words, her whole body contorted, bucking and held tight under his, in the wrap of his arm. The light was dove gray and bathed her. She knew he had seen every inch of her flesh. Watched her writhe and squirm and beg for more. Tears crashed in her eyes and blurred the world. He was whispering again and she could feel it nudging tighter to her body. "I'm going to fuck your cunt because you want it, because you begged so very sweetly. I'm going to use your hole because I WANT it" His voice was pure animal, low and any other time would have sounded so sexy to her, but she was bottled up with fright and could do nothing when she felt him push. Gone was the gentleness she had thought was Greg, gone was the time taken to make her want, to make her ask for more, he pushed steady and hard and she sobbed deep beneath his hand, tears scalding her face as he broke into her. Took her, took what she kept so diligently from Greg. Greeeeeegggggg. "Fuuuuuuuuck, you are so goddddddamn tight, little girl" He growled against her ear and his hips ground himself into her. He went slow only because she was that new. That unused. Her body sheathed his in a violent snug hold. He could feel the thin membrane of her virginity beneath his cock and he moaned into her ear. Felt it give and the blood of her spill down around him, mixing with the wet of her cum. He slid fully now, deep into her until he was nudging her cervix, held her angled for the deepest possible fuck in that writhing little cunt. She thought she would pass out from the pain. She burned and hurt and she screamed behind his hand when he broke through her, agonized, betrayed cries that he smiled at against her ear. He said no more, he held her fully down and his hips lifted him nearly fully out of her, slammed back into her with such a force that her eyes rolled back in her head. He fucked her. He possessed her. He took with steady hard ruts into the deep tight heat of her body. Held her splayed and hurting and jammed her full of his cock over and over again. She was so fucking tight he thought he would cum after the fourth stroke, just like a schooboy. But he wasn't. He shifted angles, he positioned her, his fingers gripped her cheeks to keep her screams down against his palm and he lowered his head, sank his teeth into the nape of her neck like an animal locking down, marking its mate and he fucked her until she rode him out more easily, until even if her mind didn't, her body was rended open to accept him. He reached the point he knew he couldn't deny himself any longer, and he begin to thrust in short powerful strokes that beat the head of his cock against her womb, opened her up, bruised the already torn walls with the depth of his fuck. "Godddddfuck yeaaaaaa...going to cummmmmm right inside your tight little pussy Melannnnie" He growled. "and you know what that means" He paused to lick the back of her neck where her skin nearly broke with the impression of his teeth. "you..................are.................mine" He punctuated each word with a ripping slam of cock, his body bunched with strained muscle, hissing at the exquisite pleasure of this little girl under him, snug on his dick. She moaned her screaming protests against his hand, raw, begging wails that only served to send him closer and finally he thrust a final time deep up into her, and spewed the heat of his cum right against the spasm of battered womb and the very thought of his seed inside her now made him cum all the more fucking hard into her. She was only half conscious. Her body screamed in its hurt and she faintly heard the softer mewling cries of herself against his hand. He moved slower finally until she felt him slip free, shuddered at that and at the feel of his cum spilling out of her. She hurt so bad. He laid on her long moments until his breathing evened and then he spoke into her ear. That same charming voice she had come to know, to even secretely crush over. "You won't tell. It would crush Greg. And your parents, they would never trust you again in your choices would they?" He asked it with a smile and the hand down between her legs still played idily with her clit. "I'll have you when I want, Melanie. I'll have you how I want. Anytime I choose. Anywhere I choose." His voice deepened, darkened as the hand slid lower and squeezed, not so gently like the first time but with possession. "This little cunt is mine. Jason Gaines cunt. Do not forget that and if you are very very good to me and are my very best little cunt, you might even get to enjoy the things I'm going to do to you, just like you did tonight. Don't forget Melanie. You begged for it." He placed a tiny kiss on her jaw and rose up away from her, sure as anything she wouldn't scream and she didn't. "Go shower and then lay down until you hear us making breakfast." He bent after sliding into a robe and touched her between the legs, sliding his fingers through a mix of blood and cum. "Sweet, so sweet." He stood and walked from the room and that is when she turned her face into the pillow and emptied out her shame and pain in tears and quieted sobs. ************* To Be Continued - Stay tuned to see what awaits Melanie in the coming months. The Taking Ch. 02 Part 2 - She Submits Nearly two days have passed since she landed on this desolate world. Escaping the horror of her slimy "captor" before he was able to put his hideous paws on her, she'd soon escaped arrest and the certain fate of being sent back by providing favors to the trooper who'd caught her. That last bit should have horrified her more, but the feelings that trooper had awakened in her left her confused. Not wanting to leave anything to chance, she'd taken his "free-pass" offering and fled to a lesser-populated city. The public transport left a lot to be desired, but the destination was much quieter. The local pub provided some much needed income. Dancing and fetching drinks without needing to provide even a kiss was nice. The bit of income was almost enough to pay for passage to another world in the quadrant. Her feet a bit tired, she stumbles back to her room at the local hotel. Entering the room she arched her back and leaned against the door. She relished the thought of a third night with the peace and quiet that had been so missing from her life recently. Her body started to relax as she thought once again how thankful she was that she'd escaped the terror of her enslaved homeworld and the horrific beast who'd purchased her. Suddenly, her eyes fly open as she senses she is not alone. Her heart races. "Got that ID replaced?" he asks, the almost knowing smile evident in his deep voice. Leaning against the wall of her room, arms crossed, the trooper lets his eyes rake her form from head to toe. "I . . . I have . . . no, not yet," she hangs her head and whispers. "Well I can't say I am disappointed," he grins at her. "That little taste you gave me the other day has been on my mind. I'd like another." Pushing himself from the wall, he moves closer to her and boldly slides his hands over her breasts, pinching both nipples before yanking her strapless top down and exposing her to his gaze and fingers. "So very naughty of you to run away as well," he whispers into her ear as his fingers pinch harder. "Made me waste hours tracking you down. And, still no ID . . ." She cries out softly as his fingers twist and pull at her nipples. "I think you'll pay dearly for that infraction." Gasping for breath she manages to whimper "I wasn't trying to . . . to . . . run from you." He leans down, licking, sucking softly and finally biting hard on one nipple before trailing his mouth back up her neck. Pulling her closer to him, he squeezes one of her breasts and she feels his breath hot against her ear as he whispers, "Oh yea you were . . . and that makes this all the more fun," he grins. Why don't you show me why I shouldn't take you straight to headquarters." He sits on the edge of the bed, motioning at her. "Dance for me." Blushing at the hot desire in his eyes, she nods and starts to dance the native dance of her people. Shaking his head, he says, "Oh, no, little one, your huge tits aren't all I want to see. Lose the rest of the clothing." Swallowing hard, she falters for a moment. He clears his throat loudly, making her jump. Knowing she has no other choice, she unfastens her skirt and lets it fall in a puddle at her feet. Unhooking the top that he shoved down below her breasts, she drops that on the floor next to the skirt. Unable to meet his gaze, she begins to dance again. "Is that better?" she says quietly. "Yea, much." He grins. "Now look at me as you dance. I want to know that you know whom you are pleasuring." Blushing she forces herself to look directly at him, his eyes burning through her. Unable to stop, she lets her body move sensually as she keeps her eyes locked on his. His hungry gaze awakening molten feelings inside her. "That's better. Damn, remembering that pretty little mouth of yours and that tight ass has been driving me mad. My dick needs a little polishing, if you know what I mean." Blushing as he places his hands on her shoulders and gently pushes her down onto her knees she nods. Her hands slide up his thighs and unfasten his pants, his hard cock bouncing free of its prison in front of her face. Instinctively she slides her lips over him, her tongue flicking against his cock head as her lips slide down his shaft. Hearing him groan and feeling his fingers entwine in her hair she begins to slide up and down on his shaft. Once again she savors the velvety feel. "Oh yea, baby, just like that" he growls, "Oh how I love fucking your sweet mouth. It's even better than I remembered." He holds her head in place and thrusts fowards as she lets her tongue dance on his shaft. Not sure what magic he holds on her, she gives in to her own feelings of arousal. She slides her hands up his thighs and gently squeezes his balls before wrapping one hand around his shaft. As he flinches and thrusts, he removes his hands from her head and braces them on the bed. She slips her mouth down between his legs and lets her tongue play against his balls before sucking softly, taking one and then the other into her mouth. All the while letting her hand slide up and down his shaft. "Oh, shit", he cries out and she instinctively knows what he needs. Nibbling gently again on one of his balls, she releases it and once again captures his cock between her lips. Stroking faster with her hand, she licks and sucks and moves her mouth faster and faster up and down his shaft. Finally, unable to stop, he grabs her head and thrusts deep into her mouth and lets loose. His cum blasts across her tongue and against the back of her throat as he cries out in release. Swallowing as fast as she can, she lets him move her head as he needs. She almost chokes as he keeps his cock buried deep in her mouth. Continuing to suck softly, she hears him moan and finally he releases his hold on her hair. Collapsing back on the bed, he whispers, "Come lay next to me." He reaches for her hand and pulls her up onto the bed. Lying still for a few minutes as he catches his breath, he finally turns onto his side and slowly lets his hands wander over her--squeezing and playing with her breasts before slipping one hand down her stomach and sliding it between her legs. "Mmmmmmm, your body betrays you," he chuckles. "You liked sucking on my dick didn't you, little one." She moans as his hands tease her and she nods. "Yea, I could tell." His voice mesmerizes her as he dips one finger deep into her tight pussy, teasing her clit with his thumb. "I liked it too." His thumb rubs harder and she squirms. "Does that feel good, baby?" He croons softly in her ear and all she can do is nod. "Want more?" Again she nods. She feels his smile against her neck as his fingers continue to tease her clit. "I'm still thinking about that tight little ass of yours. And I do intend to take it again tonight." One finger slips down for a minute and presses lightly against her asshole. He grins as she gasps and blushes. Leaning over, he catches one of her hard nipples with his mouth, swirling his tongue around it as he sucks. He makes her squirm and moan, softly at first and then louder as he slides his mouth to her other breast giving that nipple the same treatment. Letting his tongue trail down her stomach, he catches her clit in his mouth as he sucks on it and nips lightly with his teeth. Still nibbling, he drags his tongue along her sweet cunt and slips a finger back into her pussy. Her moans have nearly become screams and he listens to her as she cries out her need. Grinning as she begs for more, he speaks. "Oh I'll give you more," his fingers tease her wetness lightly, " . . . but not yet." Hearing that she whimpers. "First we need to get a few things straight." He removes his hand from between her legs and sits up. "I want to know why a virgin would give herself to me like this." His eyes penetrate her. "And look at me, no more hiding." "Please don't send me back." It's all she can manage to utter. "Back? Back where?" His dark eyes seem to peer through to her core. He pulls her up to sit next to him. "I . . . . I can't go back. Please, I'll do whatever you want." Her voice barely a whisper. Staring quizzically at her he reaches over and slips one hand under her chin, turning her face up to look at him. Seeing the fear in her eyes, he's puzzled for a few moments. "Slave?" It's the only word he utters. His eyes staring into hers. Tears finally streaming down her face, she nods. His gaze softens. "It all makes sense now. Why you let me have you instead of just a simple arrest. A night in detention is nothing compared to what you offered me." He reaches up and wipes away some of her tears. "Tell me the rest." Gasping for breath, she tries to tell her story, her voice subdued. "My homeworld. We were a peaceful people. Visitors from the sky came. They waged war, they killed our men, they raped our women. Then others came. And they 'saved us', or so we thought. Those that survived were forced into indentureship but with no hope of freedom. It wasn't called slavery at first, but it soon became evident. I . . . I was taken. The one that took me had many depraved and illegal habits. He . . . oh," unable to continue, the tears came harder. "Tell me." Though his fingers continued to caress her face, his voice turned to steel. As her body shook, he wrapped his arms around her. "Tell me." He waits few moments, "Tell me, NOW." Feeling almost safe in his arms, she shuddered at the coldness in his voice. But she knew the cold wasn't for her. Whispering softly, she tried to continue. "He took several of us to his ship and we headed for here. I heard the screams of the others. I tended their wounds . . . after. His tastes were violent and," her voice trailed off as the tears started to flow again. "Enough." He holds her for several moments before pulling back to look at her. Wiping again at her tears, he turns her face to look at him. "I will take care of him--that filth will never find you. In fact, I'll make certain he never bothers another ever again." Taking in her shocked look, he continued. "There is no way for me to get an ID for you. I would if I could, but it is not possible." He pauses for a moment. "However, I will place you under my protection. As a registered slave you must serve a specified time and I cannot change that." He watched more tears well up in her eyes. "I will take over your bond. You will answer to me alone, and see only to my needs. And I will see to yours. When the requisite period is up, I will release you if you wish." His dark eyes penetrated to her soul and all she could do was nod. "Then you are willing to do all I ask?" Again she nods. "I admit, the idea of you under my control excites the hell out of me. I've never wanted that before, but you drive me to distraction. And if I do this, then you WILL serve me." Looking at him, she pushes herself up off the bed. Standing naked in front of him, she nods and whispers, "Yes, I understand." Dragging her eyes up to look at his face, she takes a deep breath, "and I agree to your terms." Her eyes on his, vividly seeing the raw desire in them, she leans forward and places both hands on the bed. "You said earlier what you wanted. My ass is yours, as is the rest of me. Use me however you wish." She hears him catch his breath as he stands slowly and moves behind her. Expecting a caress from his teasing fingers and cock she yelps in shock as he brings his hand down hard on her right ass cheek. "That's for making me worry." His hand delivers two stinging swats to her left ass cheek. "And that's for making me have to come find you." She gasps at the sudden sharp pain. Letting out a sigh he sits back down on the bed. He pulls her across his knees, placing one hand firmly on the middle of her back as she struggles to get up. "And this," his other hand descends sharply, "is for not telling me the truth in the first place." Alternating between cheeks, he gives her five hard spanks on each. He ignores her as she squirms on his lap and pleads with him to stop. "Now," he pauses, "are you still willing to give yourself to me for protection?" He rests his hand gently on her burning ass. "If you want to go, do so now." He feels her tense. "If you choose to stay, then I WILL finish this lesson." He removes his hand from her back. "Which is it?" Tears fall to the floor as she goes limp and quietly whispers, "finish." Nodding, he continues. She feels his hand land hard five more times on each of her reddening cheeks. Crying out, she instinctively tries to cover her ass with one hand. He grabs a hold of it and she feels his other hand crash down hard on her ass. "You agreed to let me protect you. I will do that, and you'll learn I'm true to my word." He keeps her hand trapped with one of his. "That means you don't try to stop me," he punctuates that with a hard smack to her right ass cheek. "Whether it's as I take you," another smack on her right cheek, "or as I punish you," a similar smack lands on her left cheek. As she kicks and squirms, he delivers several more stinging swats to each cheek before he finally stops and caresses them gently. "There was no way you could have remained hidden." Dropping one more hard smack right across the center of her bright-red ass he says, "I think you know that." Resting his hand on her once more, he pauses to listen to her soft cries for a moment. Finally, he helps her up and watches as she rubs at her sore ass. "Things would have been much easier for both of us had you simply come and told me." Gazing down at the floor in shock and in shame, she nods. He stands. "Alright then. I need to go take care of a few things. Get your stuff together and be ready to leave when I get back." He tilts her chin up and gazes into her eyes. "Do not be afraid. I DO protect what's mine," he wipes some of her tears and smiles at her. Her knees weak she's barely able to remain standing before he leaves the room. As the door wooshes shut, she collapses in relief. Her mind is reeling. She's finally safe? Knowing she won't completely believe that until his "ownership" is official, she still breathes a little easier as she tries to comprehend all that just happened. After a period of time had passed, she realized she hadn't done as he asked yet. Gulping, not wanting to feel his hand again quite so soon she jumps to her feet and hurries to get dressed and pack. That task finished, she sits down on the bed. Imediately she shifts her body a bit as two things happen. The first is the uncomfortable reminder that her ass is quite sore. The second is the renewed wetness that flows between her legs at that feeling. Blushing, she remembered how it felt to squirm on his lap. And after the initial shock of the pain, she also remembered the butterflies that started churning in her stomach at the feel of his strong hands. She was ashamed that she'd caused the spanking by her carelessness. She knew that was the lesson he was trying to teach her. Perhaps if it wasn't actually a lesson that was warranted, the experience would be a bit more . . . her face flushed very hot at that thought. Laying back on the bed and lost in her musings, she jumped as she felt a hand slide across her stomach and slip under her top to squeeze her breast. "You have no idea how tempting you are just laying there, but we have no time to waste. The sooner we leave, the sooner I can get those clothes off you and finish what I started earlier." Pulling her to her feet he grabs her bags and, with a light tap on her ass that makes her squeak, he ushers her out into the hot evening air. "We'll need to take a public transport, and if we don't hurry we'll be stuck here for far longer than I can keep from filling you with this." He grabs her hand and slides it over the bulge in his pants, enjoying the flush that covers her face as he holds her hand there for a moment. Tickets purchased and making their way onto the shuttle, they move past a few others and find their seats. Relaxing back into the seat, her mind finally realizing that this is real, she sighs happily. Suddenly her eyes pop open in shock and she lets out a startled gasp. Several people turn to look at her quizzically before returning to their conversations. Trying hard to remain still, she grasps the seat as she feels his finger slide deeper into her pussy, his thumb rhythmically teasing her clit as he stares at her in amusement. The man sitting two rows up winks at them and grins, leaning back to watch the show. Squirming, she's helpless as fingers tease her, slower and then faster as she tries not to moan. Unable to control it, she whimpers softly as lips caress her neck and he slips another finger inside her pussy. "Oh please," she whispers. "Of course, little one," he whispers in her ear. Letting out a relieved sigh, thinking he's going to remove his hand she gasps again as he steps up the pace. Her fingers dig into his leg as waves of pleasure ripple through her. "There's a good girl," he whispers, "come for me." Her head back, begging for him to stop with her eyes, he just chuckles. Grinning at the man who's watching, he slides his other arm around her and he pinches a nipple. Feeling her squirm, he holds her tight as his fingers tease and taunt her slit. Unable to to hold back she throws her head back and bites her lip as her body tenses and her pussy walls tighten around his two fingers, the juices from her orgasm flooding out over his hand. His arm around her keeps her from slumping over as he slips his hand out from under her skirt and nips at her ear. Turning her face towards him he rubs his fingers over her lips, knowing she can smell herself on them. "Lick," he whispers, enjoying her shock as much as the sight of her pink tongue lapping as she tastes herself. Growling, he looks at the time. "You're lucky we're so close to landing. Otherwise I think I'd fuck you right here and now," his breath hot against her ear again. Smiling, he feels her shift in her seat. "Soon, little one, and I'll have you all to myself," he smiles. "What luck I have, all mine--I can do whatever I want." He chuckles again as her face turns hot again. "Mmm, yea, you're in for a long night." He leans back in his seat as he feels the shuttle descend, the landing seeming to take forever. Squeezing her tender ass as they move towards the door he leans down and whispers in her ear, "I can't wait for you to bend over for me again. I promise this time you'll get what you expected earlier." He smiles as she catches her breath. It took every ounce of strength for him to drive her to his home. Several times he almost stopped. Finally, after ushering her in the door he pushed her down, bending her over the first thing he could. Tearing at his pants he breathed a sigh of relief as he released his throbbing erection. Yanking her skirt up to her waist he slides his cock between her legs, rubbing it against her wet cunt, letting the moisture from her pussy seep out over him. The heat and the moisture were driving him mad. Slipping his hand between her legs he rubs, quickly covering his cock with her pussy juices. "I'm sorry, baby, I can't wait any longer," his breath ragged he spread her cheeks with his fingers and pressed the head of his cock against her asshole, hearing her gasp as she felt him poised to enter. Grabbing her hips he's unable to stop as the need to bury his hard cock deep inside her takes over. As he pushes forward, the heat of her closing around him is too much. He forces himself all the way inside and holds there, trying very hard to remain still and let her become accustomed to him before easing back out. She squirms and it's too much. He starts to thrust in and out, groaning as her tightness envelopes him. His play on the shuttle had served to loosen her up and she was wet enough that the natural lubrication was just enough. His balls slap against her still-burning ass cheeks as he drives in and out, faster and faster. "Oh FUCK!", he cries out as he shudders and his hot cum spurts deep into her tight ass. He remains there, buried inside her, for as long as he can. The Taking of a Woman Author's note: This is a story of dark seduction so it was important that I flesh out the characters as much as possible before launching into any immoral adventures. As a result this chapter is mostly build up, though it does contain a little fantasy. Some tags apply for late in the story. Please have patience as the rest of the story will be up soon. Your feedback is most welcome so don't forget to leave comments! Enjoy!