2 comments/ 49817 views/ 11 favorites TwiLight Ch. 01 By: Raver_Kitti Damien laughed, he finally found the missing piece to his life. He found the piece that would make everything change, for her. He followed the young woman until they rounded a corner. She was a beautiful little thing. Shoulder length, mousy brown hair, wistfully playing around her face. She looked merely five feet tall, if that and her green eyes shown like emeralds shimmering in the moonlight. This was the girl he wanted. And he was going to have her. He curved into an alcove of the parking lot. She was headed for a small red Honda Civic. She bent to unlock the door, her jeans riding just lower than they should, showing off a mischievous little thong. Damien walked closer and wrapped his arms around her, placing the rag over her mouth until she went limp in his arms. His masculine body overpowered hers by a long shot. Hell, he wasn't a body builder, but working on cars.. and building some other interesting equipment, kept his twenty five year old body in shape. Damien let the young woman's body fall into his embrace before lifting her and moving with a steady clip to his black Chevy Pick Up a few feet away. Stars, she was tiny. She must be barely 20; maybe eighteen years old at least. He opened the passenger door and placed her inside the warmed cab, closing and engaging the child protecting lock. He moved over to the driver's side and quickly sped out into the busy intersection, thanking his quit wit and cleverness that he would never be caught. An hour later the girl woke, stretching like a newborn kitten and looking around, suddenly becoming frantic. "What's going on?" She started struggling before realizing that she was the only occupant in the vehicle. "Where the HELL am I?!" She tried to get before noticing her hands and legs were bound tightly with thick rope. She felt like she'd been drugged, and started to sob. The tinted windows did nothing to hide what was going on around her. She saw trees, lots of them. Also the roof of a cottage home. She craned her neck trying to see more. The door opened with a sudden tug, making her body shudder. She felt hands wrap around her waist and pull her out. Screaming, she tried her very hardest to remove the grasp on her hips. "Hush, kitten,. No one can hear you. It's ok; you're going to be fine. Calm down or Master's going to have to gag those pretty little lips of yours." Damien emphasized his warning while he held the hysterical woman against the tall length of his body, and slid a finger down her tear drenched cheek, tracing her lips. In merely a whisper, she glared and spoke. "You psycho freak. Let me go. I'm not you're kitten and I don't know what the fuck you mean by master you dirty ba.." Her words were broken off by a sharp crack across the mouth. She tasted blood, and felt the warm tears filling her eyes again. "You will not speak with such a naughty mouth young lady. If you persist to remain naughty, I will punish you worse. The best bet for you now is to remain silent." She looked at him with saddened eyes and her head fell against his chest. She thought about how comfortable she felt there, how perfectly she fit, before shooing the feelings away with the reality of the current events. Damien picked her up and brought her into the kitchen of his well-hidden country home. He sat her ass right on the kitchen table and waited till her sobs quieted before speaking to her calmly. "You will not leave here. You will die if your out there alone. My neighbors are far and few in between. But there are many hunters. I own you know, you are my property and I will mark your ass to prove it. If you run and anyone finds you, they will know you belong to me and return your sorry ass to a real harsh punishment. I do not wish your pain, Child, merely your obedience. You will remain my Kitten until your time of death. Kid, this means you're mine till we die together. Now," he walked over to her and smiled sweetly, "What's my kittens name?" She shivered and felt his breathe on her skin. His voice was like silken lava, warm and soft. His skin was lightly tanned, like he worked outside a lot, and his black scruffy hair and goatee fit him perfectly. Hazel eyes looked down on her. "Tell me now, baby, I know you don't want the consequences." She watched him walk over to the counter to pick up a heavy wooden spoon and walk back to her with it. She considered, and remained quiet. Damien sighed and put his leg on the chair next to them and whisked her over his knee. He held her down with ease and quickly yanked the jeans to her knees, avoiding the removal of her panties. It was a g-string after all. With one hard spank with the wooden spoon and she twisted and screamed. The girl tried to hide her exposed cheeks from Damien, only to get fifteen more swats then 10 more from his large hand. Whimpering and crying silently over his knee she broke down. "My name is Chloe. I'm nineteen." She said while staring at the white tile floor. Damien stood her up, fixing her hooded sweatshirt and t-shirt. He ran his fingers through her soft, straight hair. She was surprised that her little good deed gave her the reward of her leg restraints removed. She only wished Damien would pull up her pants. With her arms still bound before her, she tried to back up. Running was out of the question when the mountain sized Greek God in front of her was blocking her way. Se settled with pulling at loose threads on her black hoodie and avoiding eye contact. Chloe shifted when Damien bent down to kiss her thread a finger in the elastic of her panties and pull them down just enough for him to see bare skin. Damien laid a gentle kiss on the skin exposed to his hungry gaze and pulled he elastic back into place. He continued by sliding the jeans up her pale legs and over her luscious tush. For fun he smacked her rear end to watch her squirm. Chloe's bottom was still sore. "Good girls get rewards, Chloe. Please try to be a one so I won't have to punish you. Are you hungry kitten? Do you need to use the bathroom?" Chloe needed to pee now or her bladder would burst and cause one hell of a mess in her slim tummy. Then she thought about how she was going to urinate with her hands tied. "It's been almost six hours since I collected you, baby girl, you must have to". Damien pressed a large hand over her belly, smirking down at Chloe. "NO! Please, please just untie my hands." Damien smiled. "That's not possible just yet, Kitten. Now, you will let Master take you to the toilet, or you will pee all over yourself. Choose." While holding her straight, Damien continued applying pressure and watching her moan and cry. Chloe, so stubborn, still refused. Finally after he pressed hard, she released all over her panties and jeans, staining with a dark wet spot. "Such a naughty, Naughty girl." He crooned, placing the crying mess on the floor. "You're all dirty. You're face is stained with make-up, your pants are pissed on. Master will not stand for this little girl. It's not happening." He grabbed Chloe by the arm, yanking her up, and dragging her to the bathroom, locking the door behind him. He started removing the last restraints and dropped her on the floor. "You will not mess my house, little girl, stand up NOW!" Damien was angry and forced her to stand again. She wrapped her hoodie-clad arms over her tummy and hunched slightly before crying out. Damien tilted her head, cupping her pretty face in his rough hands and smiled at her. "I'm sorry I scared you kitten. I do care for you and that involved your physical welfare. Please remove your sweatshirt or master will, and if I have to I will make sure your bottom is burning by the end of the night." Chloe took off her sweatshirt and backed away to the farthest wall of the tiny bathroom. Damien followed suit and was on her instantly. "T-Shirt, OFF", Chloe gave up complying and made a break for the door. Catching her from behind, Damien wrapped one arm around her and pulled her close. "BAD GIRL, KITTEN" He whispered harshly into her ear before flipping out a pocketknife. He ripped the hem of the shirt completely off, leaving her bra-clad breasts exposed. She was turned and Damien wrapped both wrists in one hand while working on the button of her soiled blue hip-huggers. Chloe struggled and screamed, whimpering all the way and cursing her libido for enjoying it all. What was wrong with her. Her panties must be dripping thanks to her little puss. Damien yanked her pants all the way off and pulled her gorgeous, pale legs out before pushing her nose first into the corner. "You will remain in the spot until Master returns. You will not say a word or leave, it will only make it worse for yourself." Damien left the scared girl, walking to the bedroom to collect a helpful object. He returned to his Kitten right where he left her: Arms above her head, legs spread shoulder width, nose in the corner, and crying. What a beautiful mess. He walked over to her; gently taking both hands in his and wrapped something around each wrist. Padded Leather Restraints. Chloe remained still and silent while she felt the kiss of metal against her back. He was still behind her, and then cut off her c-cup bra. He lightly drew the tip along spine, watching the shiver rise up in her, enjoying the goose bumps arising over her sensitive skin until he arrived at the tip of her ass crack. With one motion her wet thong moved to the floor, and her pussy dripping her own juices, aroused. "Such a bad kitty you are, aren't you Chloe. I'll take joy in that. I turn you on. You know you're the one for me as I am you. Give in to me Chloe." He turned her around, enjoying the view of her perky young tits and her clean shaved pussy. "Don't Move, girl." He went and turned on the faucet of the bath, checking it every once in a while to make sure it wasn't hot. He turned just in time to see the girl unlocking the door and running out. Damien chased Chloe into the front hall where she was working on the front door. She was grabbed from behind and dragged back to the bathroom, kicking and screaming all the way. "Turn around and bend over the sink". Chloe complied instantly, jutting out her tight curved ass. She cried out. "I'll behave please, I swear!" All she heard was an instant of whoosh whoosh, before feeling the crack of something hard and wide against her ass. A belt. He was spanking her with a belt, like a child. What has become of her? The leather licked her backside once, twice, three, four times. By then she was whimpering and tears stained her face. After 60 stokes, the wailing girl dropped to a heap on the floor, Damien panting above her. "Please, I'll be good, I promise, don't spank me anymore!! I promise I'll be a good girl, I'll be a good . . . Kitten." Chloe didn't realize the damage that he could make on her until now. This was it, her life belonged to him. She didn't know anyone well enough to care if she went missing. He won't get caught. And she didn't think she cared anymore. Chloe wanted him. Damien picked up the scared little lump on the floor and stood her up in front of him. Damien admired the work her had done. He picked up the little bundle and sat on the toilet with her. Damien felt her now-crimson skin burning through his jeans and sighed. He let her cry, rubbing her back and holding her tight before walking over to the bathtub and gently eased her in. He took joy in hearing her yelps and cries as the warm water hit her welts. As soon as she was content, he kissed her softly on her perfectly full lips. Chloe strayed away at first, then gave in as his velvet tongue caressed hers in a way no one else could. He laid loving kissed on the corners of her lips, down her throat and stopped to gently nibble on her collarbone. Chloe arched her back and held Damien's head against her as he made his way down to suck on a taut nipple. Damien followed the same path up to her cheek before ceasing. Chloe then realized his hand was beneath the water, fingers in her pussy. Green Eyes met Hazel almost instantly. He smiled, and she returned with a small blushing curve of her lips and looked into the sudsy water. "Do you see now, kitten? Master wants the best for you, but if you continue to be naughty, I'll make sure you get dealt with." Damien lathered a soft washcloth with Dove soap and began to caress her face, tracing tear lines and smudged eyeliner until her face shined like an angel. An angel with a tainted Halo of course. He ran the cloth down her chest and breasts, rubbing her tight rosy peaks, enjoying the sound of her gasp, before moving lower to her belly. "I love you Kitten, you must know. I will always care for you, no matter what we go through. You will meet some friends of mine. They have Kittens too. Just like you. I would love to set up play dates if I knew you could behave, love." Chloe whimpered when he carefully helped her slip her body over until she was on he hands and knees. He brought the sudsy cloth to her pussy, thoroughly cleaning the soft folds and listening to her moan. He dropped the cloth and continued by slipping a finger, then two slowly, deliberately into her already dripping hole. "Whenever you feel pleasure, you will think of me. You will become wet as soon as you here my voice. But I see I will never have to force you seeing you're already sopping." She moaned again and arched her back, her cries getting louder. His fingers worked in and out of her tight little fuck hole. Damien slipped a small purple vibrating plug into her soapy ass and turned it on high. Listening to her screaming with pleasure, he moved hand down. With his thumb and forefinger, he started pinching and pulling on the sensitive little nub, hidden in the folds until her body tensed fully and he felt her puss contract around his long, thick fingers. Finally she screamed out an orgasm and nearly collapsed if Damien did not wrap his arm to steady her. Damien took the showerhead and cleaned her backside before standing and wrapping his Kitten up in a purple, fluffy towel; Her favorite color. For months he had been doing extensive research on Chloe. Of course he knew her name and Age, but that was the only way she would initially talk. He knew her favorite colors, bands, labels, animals; she even knew her favorite childhood bedtime story. Wrapped in the towel, Damien Held Chloe against him, wrapping her legs around his muscular hips. She laid her head on his shoulder before he felt the vibration between them. He knew it wasn't him, she must be hungry. He look down to see the top of her hand and took a detour to the kitchen. "Kitten? Are you tired?", she looked up instantly and shook her head no. She glanced at a wall clock while they traveled down the hallway and saw that it was only 8pm. "You're Hungry." He analyzed, as he sat her down in a high chair, still only clad in a towel. Before closing the locking tray, he stood her up. "Baby, now, master is going to your bedroom. I'll be right back. You are not allowed to move from this spot. If you do, your sore bottom won't be sitting on a cushy towel, rather a hard wood stool." He kissed her forehead and walked down a hallway and disappeared into the last room. From what she saw, the room was light purple. It seemed bright. Then she realized what she said. Her Room. She saw him walking back and flinched slightly. "Good Girl, don't be scared, Kitten, Master isn't going to hurt you." He wrapped a neon green fluffy throw blanket around her in place of the wet towel. He lifted her by then waist into the chair, and then put the tray in place. Chloe started to protest about being in such a childish contraption. Damien glared and crossed his shapely arms. The look hushed the girl instantly. Chloe didn't want another spanking so soon. Damien knew she didn't want to be in that chair, he saw it by the grimace on her face. He then went to work making from Mac 'n' Cheese for his lovely Kitten. He placed the bowl on the tray and the spoon. Chloe went to touch the spoon and was tsk tsked away from it. "Master will do it." Damien picked up the spoon, blew on it to cool it, and then brought it to her lips. Chloe hesitated before parted them enough to take the food in. She waited a moment. Savoring the taste. She loved macaroni and cheese. Damien fed her another spoon, then another until she was filled and the bowl wasn't even empty. "Full?" He laughed when she looked up innocently. That laugh caused butterflies to invade her tummy. His voice was teasing but his evil laugh was much worse. She nodded quickly. Damien smiled, cleaned the cleaned her mouth and removed the tray before removing her hand restraints and lifting her blanketed body into his comforting arms. It was nearly 10pm. Chloe was resting her head again on his shoulder as he carried her tiny body to her room. He placed Chloe's lethargic self onto the queen mattress. She relished in it; the size, the plushness, the black soft comforter and matching pillows, the lavender sheets. Then she looked around; a wooden stool, a black EZ chair, a toy chest with her name across it. Black rug, a small stereo, and closet filled with many clothes of her size. It hit her then. He knew she was the one he was going to take. He didn't do it in a spur of the moment. He did it on purpose. Chloe panicked. She instantly stood, wrapping the blanket tighter. "You planned this?!" She had no time to say another word when she was forced to sit back down. Damien walked back from a vanity filled with perfumes, make-up, and lotions. His hand filled with a creamy white gel and something concealed in his hands. Damien took Chloe and helped her over his awaiting knees, placing one of his muscular legs over hers to keep her in place and her torso was over the blankets. He placed a rectal thermometer on the comforter near her slowly moved her tiny body from its side to its belly. "Oh my god! No please don't use that on me, please." Chloe barely had time to beg before she felt a thick finger massaging a lubricant onto her little puckered hole. "I will always make sure my kitten is in good health and if it means taking your temperature, or giving you medicine, I will. Stay still." His words weren't even finished when he added an extremely sharp slap to her searing bottom. Damien spread her bottom cheeks just a little more and slowly slid the little stick inside. Chloe cried out at the small intruder invading her most intimate parts. Damien waited a few minutes, letting her sob and realize she could not slip out of his grip. He rubbed the small of her back while lightly toying with the thermometer. He checked the temperature while it was still in her bottom, making sure it was healthy before slowly removing it. Damien replaced it with his own finger. He slid it into her and rubbed her bottom from the inside before just as slowly pulling it out. Chloe gasped and wriggled, before moaning. Her pussy soaked a wet spot onto her Master's jeans just beneath. Large hands started rubbing lotion into her welts, massaging and kneading, then letting it dry. "Of course I planned this, my naughty baby girl." His confession, that was more of a statement, made her tummy flip-flop. Chloe gave up. She knew he was too far into this to get caught. He picked her up and brought her into his bedroom. Damien drew back the sheets and laid down, placing the child-woman on his chest and wrapping his arms around her. Damien kissed her tenderly on her lips and chin, then neck before covering her. "You will only sleep with me. Your room is for when you are naughty. You may also be placed in there if I have company, or if you are napping. Please rest now, Chloe." Chloe lifted her head, hesitating on asking the long awaited question. "What is your name? You know mine bu.." Chloe was cut off by Damien's finger. TwiLight Ch. 01 "You will not call me by my name child, but it is Damien. I am Damien, and I am your master." Chloe laid her head on the pillow, her heavy lids fluttering down. The last words from her parted lips shocked him. "I love you, master." TwiLight Ch. 02 The day was insanely clear. The sky was a light blue, small puffs of clouds powdered the horizon. The wind swept up the autumn leaves in an array of brightly colored floating patterns. The large country home smoked from it's tall brick building. A clean black pick-up was the only occupant of the large yard besides a wooden swing hanging from the vast oak. Even the forest surrounding it all seemed at peace. Damien walked though the hall and into his new pet's room. He carefully scampered over to her bed, being wary of the sleeping woman-child. Grasping her sleeping body, he lifted her into her arms as he sat in the black suede recliner a few feet away. Chloe stirred. Stretching like a newborn kitten, snuggling closer to Damien's taut chest before looking up into his eyes. Blue met green. Chloe whimpered and pulled against the cuffs on her wrists. It was becoming quite natural for her to be placed in them when her Master was not supervising her. Damien laughed, it always amused him enough with the look on her face to remove the, in her eyes, unlawful objects. "Now, Now, baby. You know why this has to be done. I have something for you to do today so I am going to unlock your cuffs and I expect you to be dressed in ten minutes. If you are not, Master will be pleased to do it for you", Damien stated with a slight twist of laughter in the latter of his words. "Yes, sir." Chloe's naked body slipped off his lap and onto the floor, sitting on her knees, legs spread, eyes down, and wrists out; a position required by her master. Damien looked down at his little wanton slut. Her bare little pussy soaked every time he looked at her this way. He took his time to unlock the cuffs, pulling her wrists forward until she fell onto her elbows, tight ass in the air. "Oomph," Chloe scurried to get back into position before she could get in trouble, only to get told not to move. She remained on the floor, tits pressed against the purple plush rug and her ass in the air. Chloe watched Damien rise and glide over to gaze at her exposed rear and sopping pussy, before ordering her to stand. Damien unclipped her cuffs and spun her around to face the closet. "Ten minutes, little girl", he spoke rapidly and almost growled. In the back of his mind, he hoped she would disobey because he was already planning plotting her punishment. As he left the room, Chloe turned the wide assortment of clothing in front of her. She drew her dainty pale fingers over the fabrics; velvet, satin, lace, everything ever so chic, and yet, ever so revealing. Every outfit look like it landed just below her shapely ass cheeks. The low cut necklines looked better suited for porn-stars, not her. On the other side of the large closet were clothes that looked as if they were meant for a young girl; frilly, sun dressed, nightshirts, babyish skirts, all in pastel colors. She stumbled to the dresser, hoping for something decent. All she found were young girl panties, a few thongs, socks, and sweat pants. Chloe angered and kicked the draw shut loudly. He ten minutes were up and she knew Damien would be in on time. The door creaked and Chloe looked up, fear glistening in her eyes. "Not dressed yet? Let's see what we can do about this." Damien grabbed Chloe by her brown hair, dragging her to the bed. He threw her tiny body on the bed, instructing her to remain still. He went to a dark purple toy chest across her room and rummaged through it. He pulled out vibrating object that inserts into leather panties, a butt plug, and a strange restraint set. Chloe looked at him over her shoulder, her bottom lip jutting out and tears forming behind her crystal green eyes. Damien stood at the foot of the bed; before tying her up he placed the leather panties around her knees then he grabbed the closest ankle and applied a cuff, attaching it to special clips on the bedposts. He continued with the other foot, and then moved swiftly over to her wrists. Chloe pushed herself up, about to plead her case before getting smacked across the mouth with Damien's hand. Chloe cried out while Damien took her wrist and did the same with the other until she was immovable on her tummy, now vulnerable to more than just Damien's gaze. Damien grabbed a wedge pillow, putting the highest part right where her hips and butt bend so she was high enough to his liking. With her legs spread wide, this also kept her pussy and ass open for his use. Damien rubbed a large hand over her back, moving caringly down to her bottom, and lingering on her clit. He rolled one finger around the little bud, circling it and feeling her wetness raining down on his hand. He listened to her moan for a while before abruptly pulling away. She whimpered and bucked her hips. "No, you were naughty. You don't get anything unless I tell you. Don't move and do not speak, little girl." Damien added to that with a hard, sharp crack across her alabaster rear-end, slightly hitting her puckered hole sue to her cheeks being spread. He laughed as she gasped and cried out, and then continued smacking her ass cheeks until they were bright red and his pet was crying. Damien pulled her cheeks fully apart, stretching more than necessary, hurting her and making her just as wet. He ran a finger over her asshole, pressing in with no lube just to the first knuckle, then back out. He opened the draw in the bedside table and took out the Vaseline. He opened the lid of the Jar and applied a small amount to her hole. He fingered the tight little opening once again, this time sinking to the last knuckle. "Oh, NO! Please, master! Please don't!" Chloe screamed and wiggled as much as she could. Chloe screamed against the pressure of the little invaded. The finger felt wrong, yet it fit perfectly. "SHUT UP, BITCH!" Damien slapped her sore ass ten more times until she quieted. He grabbed the three-inch plug and shoved it into her away hole. Damien then pulled the panties up into place and turn the vibrator on HIGH. He watched her squirm and buck. "You are not allowed to cum until I tell you to, little girl." He emphasized the last bit by pressing down on the vibrating part placed above her clit. He rolled it under his hand, listening to her moan and groan and thrusting her hips under the motions. "Please.. ma..ster." She stuttered as the orgasm built. The panties were soaked on the inside and her bottom was burning. The plug was stretching her. "Please, Master, What?" Damien slapped her ass harder before gagging her lush full pink lips with a ball gag. "If you want to cum, you can, but only on my word. The more noise you make, the faster I'll consider letting you." Chloe screamed and clenched her teeth against the gag. She needed release and moaned loudly, barely muffled by the rubber ball. She yelled louder, trying to cum. She felt the back of the panties pulled down, and the plug removed. Damien straddled her ass, before inserting his dick. This was too much; she was going to go over the edge. Chloe was in pure ecstasy. She felt the hard dick twitch in her too-tight ass hole. "Cum, baby, cum." Damien thrusted harder into her while she screamed in pure joy and came in her panties. Not long after, her master creamed in her ass. As he pulled out, his thick cum overflowed from her and she whimpered. Damien climbed off of her, admiring the cum stained view. He pulled the panties down to her ankles, unclipped her bottom restraints, then her top, and stood her up. The panties plopped to the floor and she was told to step out. The cum in her ass slipped out more and her pussy was self-soaked. "Now, you're not to clean up, and I will dress you." He sat her on the plastic sheeted toy chest, built just for these occasions, and walked to the closet. He pulled down one of the baby-doll dresses, a pale yellow sundress, and threw it on the bed. Glancing over at her, he rummaged through the dresser draws and pulled out "Dora the Explorer" panties. He pulled out ankle socks and grabbed the black Mary Janes from behind the door. "You want to act childish, then that's just what you will be. A little girl." He pulled the dress over her head, it landed just below her sore, red bottom. Then he held out the pink Dora panties. "Step," he instructed. He let her use his shoulders to steady herself. The panties fit, but where just tight enough to irritate her bottom. Damien finished with the sock, sitting her on the bed, and then clasped the shoes. He helped her brush her hair and pull it into pigtails. "Now, we are going out to lunch with some of my friends, young lady. You are to act appropriately. Where we are going, there will be no problem with me bending you over my knee and spanking your tush raw. Do you understand?" His question was more of a demand, so Chloe stayed silent. Damien cleaned up and headed out to the car. He let Chloe in first, fastening her seatbelt. They sped off and drove for a good thirty minutes before pulling up in front of a warehouse. It didn't seem like anyone would have lunch some place like this but Chloe played along. Damien parked and got out, striding over to Chloe's side. He leaned across her, unfastening the belt and planting a kiss on her pouting lips. Damien led her by the hand to a door. He turned the knob and they both entered what now seemed like a club of some sort. Chloe realized she stopped walking when Damien turned and gently tugged her arm, smiling down. The place was incredible. There were tables with restraints on a stage, X-racks, whips, sexual toys of all sorts. There was also a woman dressed totally in leather, holding a whip in her hand. "Good Evening, Master Damien. Your party is waiting at booth eight." The woman spoke with a slightly exotic accent and watched with hateful eyes and Chloe walked past. Damien joined his friends, and pushed Chloe to the floor when she tried to sit. "You do not move unless I say." His command was powerful but eased when he placed another breathtaking kiss on her awaiting lips. She sat on her knees, squirming with the sticky feel of he own juice and her master's cum on top of the Vaseline. How was she ever going to make it through the night? To Be Continued... TwiLight Ch. 03 Chloe gazed around the large room surrounding her and, to her dismay; nothing seemed to change the more she stared. Whips, chains, restraints, and toys adorned the walls, circling the stage in front of her. The stage was scattered with a peculiar X-Rack, horse racks, metal examination tables, and made Chloe shiver with want and embarrassment. As she was looking around, she felt a clip of her collar then a tug. Looking up from her kneeling position by a booth in the club, she saw that master attached a leash to her collar. He tugged her into a standing position, her baby doll sun-dress falling just below her bottom. Another tug pulled her closer into her master's embrace then he turned her to face away from him "Kitten, my friends would like to play with you and I am very willing to share. You will address her only as mistress. You will not speak unless asked a specific question, if you are even able to speak." Damien handed off the leash to someone behind Chloe. The woman dragged Chloe by the leash up to the stage. She was garbed in tight leather low-cut pants. Her skinny torso was wrapped in a strapless black leather corset laced with red. Her long black hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail high on her head. Mistress pulled the stubborn girl up the stairs and threw her against the x-rack. Chloe panicked and before she knew it, her arms were wrenched to the planks and Mistress was working on her legs before she had a chance to take a breath. "Hello, Chloe. Welcome to your own personal hell. I've heard that you've been naughty." Mistress grabbed Chloe's hair and yanked her back. "Is this true?" Chloe's breathe became uneven and rapid, she yelped out an answer before succumbing to the pain of a crop across her back. Mistress flogged her again, leaving hot, little, red welts along the length of her spine. Chloe's breathing halted a minute while taking in the roaring swell of each wound. Mistress slid the crop across her shoulder blades, making Chloe whimper in distress. Chloe new her little puss would be damp by now and she could do nothing about it. Mistress continued the path down her back and rear-end, and onto her slick folds. She pulled the crop back to see the leather moist. "How very naughty, little girl". Mistress slapped Chloe's crotch with the crop repeatedly before instantly stopping. Chloe sighed relief and begged her libido to stop working at full force. She felt a sharp crack across the ass from a wide leather belt that made her yelp out in pain. Once, twice, three, four, up to thirteen times she counted before the tears rolled down her flushed cheeks. She screamed in pain and agony after the twenty mark hit. "Hush now, baby." He master's voice was behind her now, his hands rubbing the ruddy marks on her backside. "Don't make me gag you. It's my turn now." Chloe knew this wouldn't end well; Master was much firmer than anyone she has ever met before. She went to answer him but was stopped by the rubber ball gag placed in her mouth. The whimpered against the gag and struggled to remove the restraints to no avail. Master laughed a hearty laugh behind her. Now she was in for it. She'd been naughty the night before, she was in pain all over, and she had to pee. What more could possibly go wrong now? What could she do to stop it? Did she even want it to stop? The restraints were removed by Master's hand but were quickly replaced when she was moved to another set-up. Now she laid face-up on the examination table, under a hot, bright light. Master removed her dress, leaving her bared in her panties. The table was angled so Chloe's head was lower than her feet. Master placed a vibrating egg in between her spread legs and turned it to 'high' and took out the gag. "Open your mouth, little girl." The command came from the Mistresses own mouth. So, Chloe opened her mouth wide and mistress was standing over her, her pussy right over Chloe's mouth. She began to piss in her. "Drink it you dirty slut!" Chloe struggled to even keep it in her mouth and swallowed it with force. "Now clean me." The little slave-turned-slut started licking Mistresses intimate parts, sucking on her clit as master had shown her before. She watched as mistress screamed in pleasure. While she was busy with this task, Master stuck a 3-inch wide plug into her bottom, not caring about anything to make it slick. Chloe cried out in pain but continued with mistress, and her own pleasure building up from the egg. Mistress came in her mouth and was replaced by Masters thick cock. Chloe wrapped her lips around it and let him thrust into her mouth. Mistress moved around to remove the egg then put a thick dildo up in Chloe, making her clit throb. Master's dick twitched in her mouth, and he exploded into her. He ripped off her panties with force and she screamed. Both Master and Mistress laughed in sync and continued to fuck her. "What do you want to ask me, love?" Mistress fucked her with the dildo harder. 'P-p-p-please let me commmmeeee!" they laughed at Chloe again and Master put the table even then planted his lips on hers. "Come, Kitten." He murmured the words into her mouth and kissed away the moans and cried and she came. Chloe didn't realize until her knees were bent and her hands were trapped in Master's hair that that she had been freed. Master picked her shivering body up from the table and that's when she noticed there was an audience who watched her the whole time. Her cheeks stole red. "Good girl, love." Mistress kissed her cheek before Master took her away to the back room. TwiLight Ch. 04 Chloe looked up. He seemed forever away in distance from her contorted position on the floor. Her delicate wrists were bound behind her back with thick steel cuffs, reflecting the light from the dim hanging bulb dangling from the ceiling. With her knees bent, ankles tied to her thighs, she squirmed as though his view burned her skin. Damien left her in her pink bikini panties and a dainty little black lace bra they barely covered the nipples. Chloe's tiny formed lay on the floor, vulnerable to more than Damien's view. She had been a very naughty girl today and she knew it was time to be punished. The gag in her mouth allowed her to release barely a whimper. "Tell me. Say it again," Damien bellowed. His voice creeping over her exposed flesh like a strip of warm velvet. She knew he was talking about her misdeeds of the day. Once again she struggles against the ball obstructing her speech and stretching her jaw unimaginably. When she failed to speak properly, the flesh of her backside was scorched with another snap of the whip. The welts burned and she screamed against the rubber sphere. "Louder, girl. LOUDER! I CAN'T FUCKING HEAR YOU YET!" Damien emphasized his demands with sharp cracks from the single whip in his hand. Pausing momentarily, he dropped the whip onto the metal table with the other toys and leaned in front of Chloe. Gently tracing her tear marks, he ran his ran to the back of her hand, yanking out the gag. Damien traced her lips lightly with his finger before standing again. "Now Kitten," he said calmly, "how do you think we should solve this little issue of ours? Huh?" Damien stood above the quivering figure on the concrete floor. He carefully fingered each whip, each belt, restraint and toy. Taking a moment to carefully decide, he picked up a cat o' nine tails. "Not going to answer me, slut?" Damien brought the cat o' nine tails down hard over her skin. The blades tore at the fabric of her panties and bra, slowly stripping the screaming girl. The strips of cotton fell off her trembling body and into little piles below her. Damien flipped her over onto her back, baring the tender skin of her belly, tits and slit. With excess pressure, the whip flew through the air with a whistle, landing over her large breasts and slender tummy. Chloe screamed out, crying, yet refraining to say a word. She knew if she made any effort to speak, it would only be worse. "Good girl. You stay quiet and this will all be over soon, my love." Damien swung the whip again, landing over her pussy and clit. She wailed loudly, wanting to scream and shout to stop. Another swish through the air and her navel was bleeding from the tiny barbs in the whip, then an abrupt halt. Chloe opened her clenched, tear-soaked eyes. Her eyes searched for her suddenly missing master. She heard his footsteps on the other side of the room but she dare not move. Damien returned with nothing on but his birthday suit. He grabbed the restraints and helped Chloe sit on her knees. "You're going to pleasure me, slut. You're going to make me jizz in you." Damien pushed his long, erect penis into her face. Chloe reluctantly opened her mouth before her master shoved the length into her awaiting orifice. Chloe tightened her pretty lips around the width as much as she could while he thrust into her mouth. Damien stroked her hair, gently rubbing her neck. Chloe lightly grabbed his balls with her hands, kneading gently while taking Damien's dick deep into her mouth. Damien moaned loudly and grabbed her hair, pushing her closer down on his cock. Damien pulled out, grabbing Chloe violently and throwing her onto the makeshift bed. The old mattress squeaked even through it was on the basement floor. Damien drew two fingers into her awaiting pussy, feeling the warmth and moisture before slowly sinking his cock into her. Grabbing her hips, he sunk balls deep into her wet little snatch. "You're such a dirty little girl, aren't you, Chloe. You're naughty and bad and need to be disciplined. I think you like a little control in your life, kitten." He said each word with a hard thrust into her hole. He started rubbing her asshole lightly, circling the tight rim before sinking his first finger knuckle deep into her. Chloe moaned and whimpered, arching her back to make the fucking feel better. Damien sunk another finger into her ass, then another. He groaned loudly, his cock twitching ready to explode inside of her. Damien pulled out and stuck his whole dick into her tight little asshole. Chloe screamed when he started thrusting brutally. His cocked spilled out all him cum into her little hole, some seeping out when he jerked out his dick. "You can cum, only if you beg, kitten." Chloe frantically needed release. "P-p-p-please master let your little slut cum all over herself. Please let your kitten explode. Please let me come, sir." She whimpered pathetically, praying to anyone that she could just heave release from this immense pressure. "Come, kitten." She rubbed her swollen clit and fingered her tight pussy in a hurried frenzy. Master knelt and pushed two fingers into her ass, rubbing her insides while fingering her pussy with four thick fingers. "Come now or never again." Chloe gushed her pussy juices all over her master's hands. She knew his procedures and lapped up her moisture from him fingers afterward. "Good Kitten." TwiLight Ch. 05 For a winter night, it was remarkably clear. The stars were glistening diamonds in the deep blue sky. The light wind blew tufts of snow from the bare tree limbs onto the headstones below. Damien and Chloe walked slowly hand in hand throughout the small roads of the cemetery, admiring the frozen tombstones and mausoleums. There silence was interrupted by the cracking of icy grass and gravel under their feet. She followed his lead down a winding, slope of a road, halting at a raised grave. Chloe sat on the cement housing, reciting the wording on the top. Damien stepped closer, in between her spread legs. He slowly leaned down to rest his arms on her shoulders as she recited the information about the man who had been a founder of city. As Chloe looked up after reading, she came nose to nose with her master. Holding her face on his hands, he kissed her gently, one lip at a time. He slowly touched their lips again, letting her tongue enter his mouth; their tongues dancing the velvet tango. He ran his chilled hands down her taut abdomen and under her shirt, touching his cold fingers leaving a glacial trail down her stomach and sides. Her shiver of response made Damien let out a low, throaty chuckle. "Shh, my little slave kitten. Stay quiet now." He smiled and leaned into another deep kiss, emphasizing the move with a nibble on her lower lip. Chloe chose the adventure this time. Master and she had walked from downtown to the graveyard, one of Chloe's favorite places to be. It was exceptionally special with her Master with her. She thought it a great joy that he let her bring her to this site. Damien stepped closer, leaning into each kiss with passion. Chloe could feel his long, black leather trench-coat emanating cold and seeping through her clothing. Her black jeans and hoodie was no match for this New England weather. Even the thick black scarf around her neck couldn't keep the frigid temperature from violating her. As a joke, Chloe ripped open the snaps to Damien's coat which seemed like a cute idea at the time. Looking up, her eyes locked on very angry, unfriendly green eyes. It was definitely not a good idea to do that. As she went to stand, Damien pushed her down till she was flat on her back on the tomb, staring up into an unhappy gaze. "Button them back up now kitten," Damien said through gritted teeth. She thought that maybe if she played around a little bit, he would see the joke and laugh with her. "No, I don't wanna. Nuh-uh I'm not gonna." Chloe went to sit back up, only to be forcefully thrown back down onto the tomb under her. She didn't want Master to be mad at her so she looked into his gaze with sorrow in her eyes. "Button them, NOW, kitten." Chloe sat up, Damien standing above her. She started to button the snaps, starting from the neck and moving down slowly. She lifted his shirt and placed her cold hands on his stomach. Damien glared and she continued down the line with a quaint little pout about her lips. When she finished and stood, Damien spun her around and yanked down her pants and panties. He pushed her over the tomb and slapped her bottom hard. The cold air struck Chloe's bare skin, making each sting burn and hurt worse. Damien continued the attack on her bottom, alternating cheeks, smacking right in the middle, her upper thighs, and the top of her crack, even half was down to her knees until her skin was raw and red and the little perpetrator had been punished. "And what do you have to say for yourself, little girl?" Damien smacked her glowing ass again several more times before letting the sobbing slave answer. "Thank you, Master." Chloe whimpered as she touched the soreness then stood. She waited for Master's nod of approval before she tugged up her panties and jeans and walked with him once again, hand in hand. As they were nearing the center of the cemetery, Damien forcefully took Chloe in his arms, tilting her head back until her slender, alabaster neck was exposed. Damien drew his tongue along her vein, tracing her jawbone and following to her lips. He kissed her deeply, not letting a moment pass where she didn't know what passion he felt for her. He kissed back down her jawbone, and neck. As she let out a sigh of relief, he bit her slender column, kissing away the tormenting pain and repeating again. "Good girl, Chloe." Damien smiled down at her, wrapping his arms around her. "Would you like to go back to the car now?" "Yes, Master, I would." The shivering figure burrowed herself deeper into the embrace before they both turned to walk out of the graveyard, arms wrapped around each other, and the full moon shining down all the light they need to see.