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Lovely Day

By: bi susan



The weather reports said it was going to be one of the great winter storms of some time, so Carole and Kathy decided to leave a day early, get some shopping done, and get to their shared chalet at the base of Sugarloaf before the storm actually hit. Their respective husbands, Denny and Jack, would come up later in the Jack's Navigator and join them on Friday night so that the four of them would enjoy the three day President's Day weekend on the slopes, and return in separate cars sometime on Tuesday. 

As they set out early on Friday morning, the sky was bright and clear with the temperature hovering just below the freezing mark. However, since there hadn't been any snow in the last week, the roads were clear and they had an easy run up the turnpike toward their chalet. Stopping at the liquor store in Jersey before they crossed the state line, they loaded up with their favorite beverages, some snacks, cigarettes (much cheaper here), and then stopped at the supermarket to complete their shopping before the remaining two hour drive. A hundred miles later, they arrived at their destination, unaware that a huge low pressure mass had been just behind them the whole journey. As they pulled in the drive of their chalet, a light snow began to fall. 

Carole and Kathy unloaded the supplies and called up to the mountain for the ski conditions which they found to be great. . .a few inches of new powder atop a packed base of several feet in depth. Looking up from their deck they also noticed that the hill seemed to be pretty deserted for a Friday. So without hesitation, they changed into bibs and parkas to take advantage of the superb late afternoon conditions. After about an hour and a half of sheer enjoyment, did they notice that the snowfall was becoming quite heavy and difficult to see through when coming down the mountain. It was at that point they called it a day and skied back to the chalet. When they entered, Kathy noticed that there was a missed call on her cell phone from Jack which she promptly returned. 

She got Jack on his cell only to find out that he and Denny were trying to get out of town and to the mountain, but the snow was coming down so quickly and and in such quantity, that traveling, even in a big SUV was difficult. Rush hour traffic was jammed at every turn and they were going to get nowhere. They hadn't even made the state line, but had made it as far as a mutual friends restaurant and attached home where that were going to wait for a while until the worst part of the storm was over. Kathy gave the news to Carole. 

"They got as far as George's place in Florence, and Jack said that he's afraid to go any further until the snow slacks off a bit." She continued, "He even said that George closed down because all his help wanted to leave and beat the storm. . .but it was OK if they hung out there for a while to keep he and Amy company and have a bite to eat. . .He'll call us later" 

"Hey, what can we do?" Carole said. "I guess we'll just have to make the best of it." 

"By the way, what are we going o have for dinner tonight? We brought a ton of food up here with us. What's your pleasure?" 

Kathy paused, "Me, I'm not very hungry. . .whatever we had at that fast food is really churning around in me and I don't think I'll bother to eat tonight . . and to top it all off, I'm really constipated and should take some kind of laxative, but I don't want to throw up." 

Carole thought for a minute, then said, "Would it help if I gave you an enema? I was going to take one for myself before bed tonight and it would be no trouble to give you one at the same time." 

Kathy looked at Carole with a puzzled look. "Why do you need one of those?" She asked. "Are you all clogged up too?" 

"Well," Carole replied, "Since you asked, yes I am. I haven't gone yet today and I'm beginning to feel full. But I try and have one at least one every few weeks, or so, just to make me feel like I'm thoroughly clean inside. It's a good feeling. Haven't you ever had one?" 

Kathy shook her head and said, "No, never. I've seen those Fleet kind in the drugstore aisle, but I've never had to use one. Is that the kind you use?" 

Carole smiled back at Kathy and said, "Of course not silly! If you have to have an enema, you need the whole two quarts from the hot water bottle with the hose attachment. . . you know, like you'd use to douche with." 

Just as that thought began to register in Katy's mind, the cell phone rang. It was Jack calling to say that they were watching the six o'clock news, and that the State Police had just closed the turnpike bridge to all traffic until the storm lets up. He also said that the local doppler radar was showing that they still had another four to six hours of heavy, continuos snow to endure. Kathy relayed this information to Carole, who opened the drapes to the patio to see nothing but the solid white of a blizzard. "Jack says he and Denny are going to spend the night with George and Amy and try to get up in the morning after the plows get out," Kathy said. "They should be here around noon." 

"He also said that if you look in Denny's ski bag, you'll find some of that good reefer he got last week . . .but don't smoke it all up." 

Carole shut the drapes and turned to Kathy, "There's not another soul anywhere to be seen. Our car is the only one on the street. I guess it's just the two of us for the evening." 

"I suppose so," replied Kathy. "Now what were you telling me about an enema?" 

"Well, what I was saying is that they're really no big deal. You take as much warm, soapy water up your rear end as you can stand, hold it for as long as you can, then let it all out. Did you want to try one now?" Carole queried. 

"Sure, why not," Kathy replied. "What do you want me to do?" 

"Well, since this will be your first one, we better do it in my bathroom. Since I'm going to need one also, we might as well go upstairs and get undressed, and I'll rummage through my belongings and get everything ready. 

The women both grabbed their overnight bags from the foyer and proceeded up the stairs to their respective bedrooms where they each stripped naked and slipped on robes to meet in Carole's bathroom to take their enemas. Each gazing at themselves in their mirrors as the stripped, they each liked what they saw. Carole was a beautiful brunette, about 5'4" with a great body for a woman of 30. Equally, Kathy was a stunning natural redhead, just an inch shorter, but with a slightly fuller figure with a more ample bosom. 

Kathy got to Carole's bathroom and saw that Carole was already busy in making the preparations for the evening's activities. She had laid out on the counter the red hot water bottle, with a hose and the curved, black douche nozzle attached, and was mixing a pitcher of soapsuds and water. 

Carole spoke first, "OK, I think I have everything ready. Why don't you remove that robe and kneel down on the bath mat. Try to put your shoulders as low as you can so your rear end is up as high as it can be." 

"Like this?" Kathy asked as she assumed the required position with her breasts touching the floor and her round ass high in the air. 

"That's fine," Carole replied. "But spread your knees out much wider than they are now. . .yes, that's perfect." 

Carole stopped to admire the pose Kathy had struck getting ready for the enema. Her breasts were now erect from rubbing the rug while her spread ass was up high and directly facing Carole. 

"I'm going to apply some lubricant to your bum hole now so the the nozzle will slide in easy," she said as she took a large glob of K-Y jelly on her forefinger and pushed it deep within Kathy's stuffed anus. Kathy made a noticeable 'ooh' when the finger went in past the second knuckle. Carole commented, "It feels like you have a rock stuffed up there! Well, the enema will get all of that out of you. Now just let me fill the bag." 

Carole stood and filled the bag to the brim with the warm soapy water. After expelling any trapped air, she hung the apparatus on the towel hook and knelt behind Kathy. "I'm going to insert the tube now," she said. "Now just relax and push out a little. . .there, we're ready to begin." 

Carole released the clamp and the warm, soapsuds solution began to flow into Kathy's upturned ass. "Can you feel it yet?" She asked. "If you feel like its going in too fast, or if you feel like you're cramping, tell me and I can stop it for a minute." 

"Oh yes!" Kathy exclaimed. "I really feel a bad cramp coming on. . .can you stop the flow for a minute or two?" 

With an audible 'click', Carole stopped the flow. "Here, you hold the nozzle in place while I massage your tummy," She said. And with that suggestion, Kathy reached behind her ass to hold the nozzle in place while Carole started to massage her tummy with her left hand. 

"Is this helping," She asked? 

"It would help more if you rubbed somewhere else," Kathy replied. "I can't believe that having this tube up my ass is making me this wet!" 

"Well I told you that enemas aren't all that bad," said Carole who took her right hand and began to work it into Kathy's glistening honeypot. 

Kathy was getting hornier by the second. "Start the flow again, I think I'm ready to take it all," She said. And take it she did. . .within seconds the entire two quarts of warm, soapy water was completely inside her, and she was moaning audibly as she climaxed while sliding the tube in and out of her puckered anus. "Oh, hell. . .I feel it all wanting to come out!. . . .quick! let me get on the pot!." 

And with that request, Carole pulled the nozzle from her ass and Kathy hopped upon the toilet and let go with a great gush of soapy water followed by several huge turds, more water, a few more chunks, and finally a loud, wet fart. 

"Oh my God! I've never felt anything like that in my entire life," She exclaimed. "Carole, I think you've opened up a Pandora's box!!! Uh-oh, here comes some more," as another torrent of brown water exited her ass. 

As Kathy finished expelling the remains of her first enema and cleaned herself, Carole took the bag and again filled it, this time with plain warm water for the rinse. "OK, this one will be real easy. . .just stand up and bend slightly at the knees and spread your cheeks." 

Kathy complied and again felt the nozzle slide easily up her ass. When it was buried to the hilt, Carole opened the clamp and the entire two quarts of plain, warm water quickly found its way up Kathy's rear end. "Oooh, I never imagined that something like this could feel this good!" She said. 

After a few minutes, the red bag was hanging limp and empty as Kathy settled back down on the toilet to release her rinse. In the meantime, Carole was mixing up a pitcher of soapsuds and refilling the enema bag for her clean out. Doffing her robe and hanging the bag on the shower hook, she draped her naked body across Kathy's lap, who was still sitting on the commode and said, "Now it's your turn to give me my enema." 

Kathy immediately grabbed the tube of K-Y jelly, placed a large dollop on her finger, spread Carole's ass cheeks wide and ran her lubricated finger in as far as it could go. Quickly withdrawing her finger, she replaced it with the black enema nozzle and opened the clamp. 

"Well, here we go!" She said, as the warm soapy solution began to drain into Carole. "Now stop that squirming . . .you're acting like you've never had one of these before!" 

"It's just that I usually give them to myself in private. . .not laying across my best friend's lap and having her do the honors," Carole said. "But across the lap was the way my mom used to give them to me all through my childhood." 

"Well, when it's time for your rinse perhaps you can give it to yourself and I'll just watch," replied Kathy as she took her free hand and began to slowly massage Carole's wet pussy and drove her friend to the first of many orgasms they would experience together on the memorable evening. 

When the bag had finally drained and Carole felt that she had held the solution in for a sufficient amount on time, she got off of Kathy's lap, removed the tube and traded places with her friend, sitting down on the john and releasing the contents of her swollen belly in a noisy mixture of splashes, plops, and farts. True to her word, she administered to herself the plain water rinse while Kathy stood by and watched, all the time rubbing her erect nipples and wet pussy to multiple orgasms. 

When it was all over, they cleaned up the equipment, smoked a joint, took a long, hot shower together, then cuddled ... enjoying each other's nakedness, in the goose down comforter and watched the blizzard unfold in the night winter sky. 

"Should we tell our husbands about this," asked Kathy? 

"I don't think so," said Carole. "I think this should be a special thing just between the two of us for as long as we wish." 

"Agreed!" said Kathy as she gave Carole a long and passionate kiss and they again began to rub each others secret spots long into the snowy night.

Lovely Day for a Ride



We wake in the morning to a bright sunshine streaming through the window. You kiss my lips tenderly, running your fingers lightly through my hair. 

"Good morning my little Minx." you whisper softly, "Did you sleep well my love?"

"Mmmm." I moan, "How could I not with you here by my side?"

As you gently stroke my body from head to hip we discuss plans for the day. We have nowhere that we need to be. We decide to take a ride, anywhere the road takes us. But first...

I giggle wickedly as an idea strikes me. I touch your chest in the lightest of caresses, sending shivers of goose bumps dancing along your skin. I watch closely as your nipples tighten and harden. At exactly the right moment I lean in and bite the left one, making you call out in surprise. 

"Oh, you little Minx! I'll get you for that!" 

I laugh and try to roll away, but you are too fast. You grab my hips and say with a deep chuckle, "Now you will pay!"

I laugh harder, knowing what is in store for me now. You begin to tickle me mercilessly. I try to squirm away but between laughing so hard and you straddling my legs it's no use, I am at your mercy. Quite suddenly I notice the change in your touch. It's no longer a tickle but a caress. I moan aloud. I see you becoming erect. I stop squirming altogether. You lean down and kiss me. 

At first it's a tender, loving kiss. Then it deepens, becoming more passionate. Your fingers hold my head, your thumbs stroking my jaw. Slowly and gently you slide your hands down my neck, over my shoulders, your eyes locked with mine. My heart beats faster. You draw your hands down my arms causing me to lift them in response. Your hands reach mine, gently stroking the backs on their journey. Your fingertips touch mine and you pause. After what feels like a lifetime but is only a heartbeat you place your palms against mine. 

Holding my hands captive by the lightest touch, our fingers outstretched touching from tip to palm. Slowly you interlock your fingers with mine. Still holding my gaze, words never spoken. You bring each hand to your lips and kiss the knuckles where our fingers join. The meaning is clear to me. Together forever, as it was meant to be. 

You lift your fingers, one by one, and our hands separate. You continue on your journey of touch, stroking the insides of each wrist. Down the inside of my arms, past my elbows, to my armpits, lingering there for just a moment, a slight smile on your face. Deciding not to break the spell you have me under you continue. Lightly touching the outsides of my breasts, making me moan out my pleasure, the only sound for several minutes, as if the world has fallen under your spell as well. 

Down my sides, the gentlest caress, to my hips, thumbs caressing each bone. Farther still, thumbs touching the skin of my groin, making me catch my breath, as your hands move to cup my upper thigh, as far as you will be able to reach without moving and breaking the enchantment. Giving each thigh a gentle squeeze you make the return trip, a little more pressure with your hands. I know without looking that you are hard as steel. Your hands meet over my pubic bone and you pause. I feel you press both hands into the skin that covers my clit, sending shockwaves through my body. 

I moan aloud, I want to close my eyes in sheer ecstasy but don't want to break the connection that we have. You continue to move up my body, over my belly. Reaching my breasts you linger. Cupping the fullness of each one in your hands, rubbing the nipples with your thumbs. As they become more erect you continue to move upward, over my upper chest, over my neck, touching my face, my lips, my cheeks, sliding your hands into my hair. Leaning in to kiss me once more, eye contact is broken as our lips press into each other and I can't help but to close my eyes. 

I feel your body shift slightly as you kiss me passionately. You lay fully on me. I feel your chest hair tickle my breasts and groan into your mouth. I feel your knee probing my legs, asking me to open them and I willingly comply. I am ready for you. Our bodies have made this journey enough times to know the way without help, our souls many more. 

I feel the head of your cock against the waiting entrance to my pussy. You kiss me even more deeply as you press yourself forward into me, my hips lifting to meet your thrust. You are buried fully in me in one thrust. You stop for a moment for us to savor the moment of filling each other as only we can. Your hands drop to the bed, one on each side of my head, to support the weight of your body and give you leverage for each thrust of your cock into me.

Finally I feel I can touch you. I lift my hands to your face. Stroking your stubble, your goatee, and your mustache. I cup your head in my hands, looking into your eyes with what I hope is all the love that I feel for you. I slide my hands down your neck and over your shoulders, feeling the muscles move in your arms with each thrust of your body. I move my hands down your chest, loving the sensation of the hair on my palms. Caressing your sides and finally coming to rest on your hips, which I hold in my hands, guiding your movements with slight pressure, that slowly increases as the sensations within my body start to build. 

My breathing gets faster, matching your own. Lifting my hips to meet you, your thrusts coming in quicker succession. I slide my hands up your back. As I feel my release coming on my nails dig into your back ever so slightly, a small amount of pain, just enough. I feel you get harder inside me and I know that you are about to cum. 

"Oh God, baby fuck me. Cum inside me." I say in a near purring voice. 

"Cum for me, my minx. Cum with me." you nearly gasp. 

The words, the sounds of our lovemaking and our moans send us over the edge and we explode together. Taking each other to heaven and back. 

You collapse on me, but swiftly roll and bring me on top of you. I lay my head in the crook of your neck and breathe. Our heart beats and breathing match, we have become one body. 

After a few minutes I feel you slip out of me and I whimper. You stroke my hair, telling me without words that there is always another time. When words are finally spoken it is a declaration of undying love from each of us to the other. We get up and head for the shower together, washing each other swiftly so that we may begin our outdoor adventure. We towel off and dress then head to the living room and our choices.

With a roll of the die we decide to head due east. We hope on your bike and begin our adventure. Stopping many times along the way for a stolen kiss, looking for a possible secluded spot. We finally find one in the mountains of Virginia. There is a slight trail that tells us lovers may have used this spot before. You guide the bike down the trail as I follow behind. We reach a clearing, small but cozy. 

The ground appears to be solid enough to support the bike for an extended period so we decide to picnic there. As we eat our lunch on a blanket we talk about life in general, nothing specific, for well over an hour. As I am wiping a small dab of butter off the corner of your mouth you turn your head just a little and suck my finger into your mouth, making me gasp in surprise as well as pleasure. You capture my hand in yours and give the same treatment to every finger on that hand. I lean forward and kiss you as you lower my hand from your mouth. 

"This is your opportunity to fulfill a fantasy." I say in a voice that is slightly breathless. 

"Mmm, and what fantasy would that be, my love?" you ask with a knowing tone. 

"To bend me over your bike and have your way with me sweetheart." I giggle.

"It does appear that way doesn't it." you say with a chuckle.

We get to our feet and step into each other's arms. After several minutes, and severe petting, I look around and see that you have maneuvered us near the bike. I laugh and look at you, seeing the twinkle in your eye. You turn me around and kiss the back of my neck, making my knees weak. I have to catch myself to keep from falling and what do I lay my hands on but the seat of the bike. I hear you say what sounds like "perfect" and I giggle.

I feel your arms go around my middle. I feel you tug on the fastening of my jeans. When you have them open you slip them down around my ankles, effectively trapping them. I feel your hand on my back, using gentle pressure to bend me over. I know that the other hand is occupied with your own clothing, releasing your cock from its fabric prison. I am ready. 

I feel you press against me, seeking entry into my pleasure center. I lift slightly and open as far as my bound ankles will allow. You enter me in one hard thrust. I cry out in both pleasure and pain. You stop, fear of hurting me causing you concern. I back myself against you, telling you that I am fine. I love the feel of your cock inside me, possessing me. You begin pumping into me, slowly at first then faster as my juices surround your cock, making the way easier. I can hear your grunts and groans of pleasure. Those sounds, combined with the feel and sound of our bodies joining bring me near orgasm. Then I hear you speak. You are telling my how good my pussy feels around your hard cock. How wonderful it is to fuck me. 

"Fuck my ass. You know you want to. Please baby, I want you to fuck my ass." 

All I hear from you then is a groan. I feel your cock leave my pussy and find the puckered hole just above it. Pushing slowly you enter my ass and stop. I ask you to take it back out then give me a moment. You do and when I tell you I am ready you enter my ass again, causing me very little pain. When you are in as far as you can go, you stop. Just entering my tight ass has nearly made you cum. I hear you moan. You tell me how my ass fits you like a silk glove. I am nearly to orgasm. You begin thrusting into my ass, slowly. I feel you reach around me and rub my clit as you begin pumping faster. The tingle begins at my feet and I tell you not to stop, I am about to explode. 

"Rub it a little faster babe, I'm going to fucking cum! OH GOD..."

As my orgasm wracks my body your hands grab my hips and you thrust into me, hard and fast. Just a few strokes and you are there, cumming harder than you ever have, filling my ass up with your sperm. Our shouts of release join together as I have a second orgasm feeling your cock explode inside me. 

We stand there a few moments, not wanting to separate just yet. I have straightened up and you are holding me, my back pressed tightly against your chest, your cock still inside my ass, as you kiss my neck and whisper in my ear how much you love me. A park ranger steps into the clearing, out of the trees where he was watching, his cock in his hand. We break apart quickly, not quite knowing what was about to happen. 

"Folks, I sure enjoyed the show." He says with a grin, shocking us both, "Now if you would be so kind as to allow me to fuck your woman, I would be much obliged and will let you go on your way with nothing said."

We look at each other and grin. This is what we had talked about doing. You wanted to watch someone fuck me that wouldn't become involved. Now was our chance.

"Sure mister, as long as you wear a condom and my husband gets to watch." I say with a saucy smile. 

He agreed to the terms, provided that we didn't tell a soul either, his wife would kill him. I take my jeans completely off and ask the ranger to lie on his back. When he is in position, condom in place, I straddle his hips and slide him into my still dripping pussy. I turn my head slightly to make sure that you are watching and see your cock nearly standing up again. 

"Turning you on to see me fuck him babe?" I ask in a wicked voice.

"You know it does, Minx." you say with a smile.

"Then stroke it for me baby, let me see if you can cum again." 

Then moans of pleasure from the man under me tells me that he is just as turned on by being watched as we are by the activity. Watching you stroke your cock as you watch me fuck this stranger brings me to the brink of another orgasm. I glance at the man and see he is nearing his own release. I look at you and see the pleasure on your face. I get a sudden idea to fulfill another fantasy.

"Babe, fuck my ass while I ride him." You come closer to me and enter my ass for the second time. It doesn't take long. We all reach the peak together. Our cries mingling with each other as wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure races through our bodies. 

As the spasms subside you slip out of me and I stand up. I pull my clothes back on and walk unsteadily to our picnic area. I grab a sandwich baggy and hand it to the man, "Can't have you leaving trash laying around. Put the used condom in here." 

When he has done as requested I take the baggie from him, close it up and place it with our trash from lunch. We thank him for the fun and tell him that we will be on our way now. Packing everything back onto the bike we hit the road yet again. The next place to stop is a gas station where we dispose of the trash and clean ourselves up. I hug you close to me and whisper of my love for you. 

Time to further our adventure. We hit the road again. A couple hours later we wind up at a beach. We park the bike, take off our shoes and walk in the waters edge, barefoot in the sand for the first time together. We walk along the beach hand in hand talking and laughing about our adventures so far. Our bodies satiated for the moment, but knowing it won't be long before we are making love on the beach, possibly under the stars, with the moon our only witness.



Lovely Death



It is only after you have been dead for a while that you begin to look to lovely.

Sunken cheeks free of color full of luscious decay,

Oh my collection admired growing by the day,

such wonderful my trophies dustless upon my shelves.

Lovely creatures spilling life into my floors so I can dance and rejoice in it barefoot.

For I am aroused as color deepest red spills leaving the skin the palest of white,

And the brilliance of the colors of eyes become empty and listless.

Slowly, slowly they die watching me smile and touch myself.

Beautiful you will soon be more beautiful than imagined it only takes a while.

Blessed silence fills my chambers as a new trophy takes its place

Perfumed and decorated propped gently along the wall.

Now I shall wait for the right time to put her with the others,

For she must change her form as only death can help her do.

I will wait with great fascination as she changes for me,

Glee I shall feel when she completes her task.

Treasured as are the others I will love her too then after time,

Just a bit of time perhaps I will choose you.

                                                                  ~Mortimer~
                                                                    1975



Lovely Death
(the story)

Introduction to Mortimer:

Mortimer age 31 lived his life as a bachelor in a Midwest city in the United States. An outcast most of his life he did not have the pleasures of talking to girls or participating in much in school, he never had a real date and never had been kissed and remained a virgin. Mortimer was raised by his grandmother an outcast herself and lacked in social skills. He however was quite normal in his desires as a man and fantasized often about how his bride would look and the things she would do for him. He always had his face in a book growing up and was very knowledgeable about other cultures and about the anatomy of the human body and the female body in particular.

The missing women in Mortimer's town started becoming a mystery when he was a young man of about 17 years old. Seems women were vanishing from all kinds of places and were never seen since no contact and no bodies. Mortimer grimaced at his grandmother's comments when she would read about the missing women in the newspaper, she was always saying there is some "freak" out there doing "terrible things" to these girls, and would follow up by saying they were all sinners anyway and probably deserved what they got and evil begets evil.  Mortimer would become angry, as he found no fault in any woman on earth but his grandmother.

When Mortimer became of age to leave his grandmothers home he did so in comfort. The family had money and Mortimer never knew how to hold a job. He invested part of his fortune in the construction of a large medieval style home isolated in the Iowa countryside. Seemed strange to the farming community but then again everything about Mortimer and his family was strange. He imported furnishings and the materials for the home from all parts of the world it was hidden in the trees and very difficult to appreciate from the roadside. Mortimer lived in this mansion alone.

The girls continued to come up missing and the police still had no clues. No one suspected Mortimer to be involved in the disappearance of the women. He had a total of 5 victims by the time he celebrated his 24th birthday alone.


The Golden Bride



Golden Bride

Today he would dance as he would choose yet another bride.
He prepared his suite,
His ballroom 
to please her.

His heart sang as music played
The chamber
 Alive,
 with the wait.
"Rejoice, rejoice I shall rejoice."

The beauty awaits him in the garden.
He chose her from a crowd,
For she spoke to him with her eyes
 from across the room.

Her golden mane, long and soft,
It moved with grace, as did she.
 Essence of honeysuckle followed behind her steps.
Pink lips speaking to him,
She asked to be his bride.

I shall take her,
I shall cleanse her keep her safe.
She has been chosen.

Her struggle brief,
She lay in his arms.
Her softness her beauty surpasses all before her.
He took her to the garden,
She is waiting there.

"Time is nearing,
Time is nearing,
I shall take my bride."

He carried her from the garden,
Wide eyes,
Painted lovely with tears.
"she weeps for me."
He kissed her tears away.



Upon the marble floor he placed her,
Gently before the dance.
"Bleed for me, bleed for me,"
 he crooned in a sing-song melody.
This gift he knew he would soon have.

The silk wraps that bound her,
Lovely golden as her hair were loosed.
As he placed himself upon her
How aroused he became.
Her nails raking across his face,
The taste of blood on his tongue,
So beautiful.

Screams in the chamber,
Permeating each corridor,
Heavenly music to his ears.
As she began to bleed,
Her fight now at end
He stood to watch this beauty
Become his.

Her beauty,
Her soul oozing upon his floor,
The garden dirt washing across his feet.
Breaths ceasing now,
"No shoes,
No shoes,
I must feel her now."

He danced upon her sacrifice,
He felt her warmth upon his feet,
Her smell,
Her death,
Now his orgasm held in his hand,
He touched her face,
"For you my bride, for you."

She became pale in the sea of red,
Golden tresses gone away
Pink lips wiped away.
Such pleasure it brought him,
This part,
He loved to watch them die.
Once more he dance in bare feet,
He watched it in her eyes,
Her death so near.
He kissed her gently
Stroked her blood soaked hair.
"I love you bride," he told her.

Silence in the chamber
Death lives once more
Soon she too will be as lovely as any
Before her.
Cleaned and donned in silken gown
He prepared her for the wedding night.

Mesmerized  he watched her paleness grow
Now death can aid this beauty,
Prepare her for the shelf,
Never are they so lovely as when they have been dead a while.
He lay next to his bride,
Stroked her cooling skin,
They slept.

                ~Mortimer~
                1981

Mortimer awoke with the sun he was excited, as he knew today he would marry. He had been watching her for a couple of weeks and hoped she would keep her routine and he could easily contact her.  The woman with the golden hair had been going to the botanical gardens two days a week to apparently write in some sort of journal. She was beautiful. Once Mortimer just knew she had looked at him and smiled he knew she was in love with him and wanted to give herself only to him and today he would claim his bride.  He prepared his ballroom with lovely things and smells he knew she would like, he dusted the trophies and prepared for her and he sang and rejoiced at the events to come. It was time to go and hear the words he longed for her to say. That she would like to be his bride. When he arrived at the garden she was there inside the sun porch surrounded by beautiful flowers, and his favorite the honeysuckle. Her golden hair shone in the sunlight and beautifully framed her delicate face and shoulders the first time he saw her in a crowd he knew she would love him he heard her asking for him many times. Mortimer watched her for a while until she stood and gathered her papers and left the porch and began walking into the garden. Her lips painted pink formed his name and he heard her voice she asked if he would marry her.  "Oh yes" he replied to himself, I am ready for her. I shall take her and cleanse her and make her pure he beauty surpasses all before her. 

Her fight noble, yet brief as his hands touched her pink skin as soft and delicate as any flower. Her eyes wide and painted with the most lovely tears "Ah, she weeps for me" and he kissed her tears away. Mortimer could not wait to get his bride home, and make her his to purify her from all things he disapproved of she was to be a lovely trophy. Her tears for him in their travels were music to his ears his arousal and desires for her growing.  "Your home my bride you shall have your wish."   Mortimer carried her into the prepared chamber loosening the silk tie from her golden locks and bound her with it. Placing himself on top of her still kissing her lovely tears he asked "bleed for me, bleed for me I can wait no longer." 

Her nails raked across his face, how beautiful this was. Mortimer could contain his arousal no longer the taste of blood across his lips was orgasmic. Her screams filled the chamber as music unto his ears as her fight weakened he stood to watch her commit to him. He stood as she oozed her gift onto the floor and the garden dirt washed across his feet. Mortimer's chant like song sang in utmost excitement could be heard,  "no shoes, no shoes, I must feel her now!" He danced upon her crimson gift singing "her gift for me, her gift! Her smell, her death!" Mortimer held his untouched manhood in his hand and his orgasm filled it fully "for you my bride, for you!" he sang and brought it to her lips.

She looked beautiful and peaceful in the sea of red, he golden tresses gone, her pink lips gone. He loved to watch them die this being the most pleasurable part.  He continued to dance in bare feet and watched her failing eyes knowing death was near. He fell onto her knees and stroked her blood soaked hair and whispered "I love you bride."

Silence once more haunted the chamber. He cleaned her and donned her in a silken gown preparing her for the wedding night. He watched her paleness grow to an unbelievable color of beauty. Mortimer told himself now "death can aid this beauty I will prepare her for the shelf, never are they so lovely as when they have been dead for a while."  He lay next to his bride stroking her cooling skin and then they slept.





Dark Haired Beauty





Red wine flows through his veins,
He sips while haunting opera fills the chambers now.
Her day has come,
Her day to be his forever.
Her striking beauty,
Sea blue eyes,
With hair dark as night.
Sobs heard in the next room as she prepares.
"Heartfelt cries she offers me she must love me so."

He tasted her the night before,
Biting with such care. 
Her purity flowed onto his tongue,
He knew he would be her first.
Sweet blood,
Seals her fate.

Satin gown,
Flowing train,
White,
Pure like her.
He saved her at the altar,
Stealing her as she went to the church to pray.
She wore her gown,
The one she would wear the next day,
For him.

Through the window he saw her,
Beautiful tears she shed.
"She shall shed them for me for I am to be her joy."
Watching until he could take no more, 
Spilling his seed onto the ground beneath the stained glass window.

Her prayers finished,
She walked through the door,
Into his waiting arms.
Her skin soft as the satin she wore.

Tonight he plays the music,
Accompanied by her tears. 
"A wonderful bride she shall be."

"Into my chamber now my beauty, for I shall sing for you."
Wide eyed this beauty saw her captor profess himself to her.
As he approached her now she knew,
Her life would end, for him the beginning.

"The others will watch,
they will see, another beauty upon my shelf. They shall
help you, they know what to do, they have found beauty, so shall you"

Her gown becoming as blood with each beat of her heart.
Warm and soothing filling his floor.
His excitement peaking once more, the dancing began as always before.

His orgasm powerful each time,
How the feel of life on his tiles stimulated his mind.
Skipping in bare feet, 
In pools of love she watched him.
Her eyes never closed, though he knew her to be anew,
Her blushed cheeks and red painted lips bled their color for him.

"Oh my chosen one, a beauty you shall be,
spill milk into my  chamber,
shed no more tears for me,
for I have heard your plea,
I have answered your prayer."

He lay beside her,
Run his hand across her breast,
The stillness brought him a smile.
Now in a short time he told her, you will
Be complete, you will have earned your way
Into my inner room, to the shelf I have prepared for you.

                                                   ~Mortimer~
                                                     1989



Mortimer was fascinated by the small country church he often drove by there at night and stared at the church from the roadside he would always imagine the beauty inside the flowers and he could envision his bride preparing for him. She would do her best of course but she would need his guidance to truly be a beautiful, woman set aside for him.  She would wear the loveliest gown and a train of delicate lace would cover her hair. On this night Mortimer journeyed on his late night drive and when he approached the little country church he noticed a dim light burning inside. "Oh she is here, she is here at last!" Becoming very excited Mortimer shut the engine off parking to the back of the church well within the shadows. 

Pressing his face against the window peering inside he saw her and she was as lovely as he knew she would be. "I know you have called me here my beauty I heard you call for me," Mortimer was fascinated by her tears fully believing she shed them for him the longer he watched his dark haired beauty from the window the more pleasured he became at her vision. Unable to contain his excitement any longer and feeling a familiar arousal lowering his zipper and slowly touching himself never taking his eyes from her he stroked until his orgasm wetted his fingers and hand this overwhelming feeling consumed Mortimer's thoughts he believed he had tasted her. "Come to me" he whispers to no one in the darkness. He watched her rise to her feet and walk toward the door as the door opened and his beauty stepped into the night air he reached for her and her screams made him hard again.

Mortimer soothed his soon to be bride on their journey home, he told her of the beauty she would find there and the others he would share with her. "I will prepare for you and help you change for me it pleases me that this you want to do for me."  The tears spilling down her cheeks melted Mortimer's heart knowing how much she must care for him. When they arrived at the secluded home he carried her inside, taking her to her special room to wait for him. "Oh my beauty soon you will be as lovely as the others do not despair, leaning forward Mortimer bit deeply into the throat of his prize pleased with the sweetness of her blood. Assured now she was pure and had truly waited only for him satisfied he left her to savor the thought of becoming his bride. Mortimer prepared the ballroom once again for his bride, her sobs heard throughout the night made him more excited as he could here only that she cried to be with him. The music chosen the opera he adored he waited for the stroke of midnight excited as now the day had changed and he could marry.

Entering her room and feasting his eyes on her beauty once more aroused him.  
"I can't wait any longer" he told her. He reached for her delicate hands and led her from the room, he satin gown trailing behind her steps into the prepared chamber. Mortimer opened the large double doors along one wall revealing his prized shelf, "here the others will watch they will help you prepare." It was then she knew for sure tonight she would die.

Her gown became more read with each beat of her heart her pure ecstasy spilling warmly onto the floor. Unable to contain himself the dance began, he danced and sang for her knowing he was bringing pleasure to her. Mortimer's hand once more gripped his hardness the gift he was saving for her, his seed spilled onto the tile floor and he wept with his release this wonderful thing he has shared with her. Now skipping in bare feet once more the warmth soothing his skin. She watched as he danced in these pools of love. Her eyes never closed yet he knew she had been reborn for him, "no more tears my beauty, don't cry for me I have heard your pleas and answered your prayers now you will stay with me."

"Oh yes, I will lay with you." Mortimer took his place beside his bride in the crimson bed he made, "I shall spill more milk for you" he whispered in her ear. He placed his cream filled fingers upon her breast and the stillness brought him peace. "Now rest, and soon you will be as lovely as the others, you will be completed and will have earned your way upon my shelf, for now sweetness we shall rest as I am so tired."


To Be Continued…



Lovely Dove 01



In the night sky far above the lighted ceiling of Penn Station's main concourse, thunderclouds gathered in the New York City sky. Even on a good night it was next to impossible to see a star, but the encroaching storm blackened the Manhattan night. Neon signs stood out in brilliant relief against the rumbling grey darkness.

A story and a half below street level, the brown concrete of the platforms vibrated with the force of trains pulling into the station. Miles Pierson checked his watch, briefcase dangling in his grip. Forty past the hour of one. The train was two minutes early.

The Long Island lines usually weren't this deserted, even on the other side of midnight, but this Friday had been exceptionally miserable. The sun hadn't made one appearance from behind the heavy cloud cover, and it had drizzled off and on across the city for most of the day.

One of the ticket collectors nodded to Miles as he boarded the train. "Late night again, Mr. Pierson?"

"You know how it is, Derrick," Miles said, giving the man a friendly smile. He worked late at the office often enough that he knew most of the staff on his line by name. Miles was a friendly, personable guy, the kind that people found easy to talk to. He whistled softly to himself as he wandered through the train, trying to find a quiet place to sit.

Normally, he would be eager to return to his home on the beach after such a long day at work. He hadn't quite intended to stay at the office as late as he had, but the new sales report had just come in for the previous quarter, and he'd found it engrossing enough that he had only noticed the time when the security guard came around for midnight lockup. On this particular Friday, though, there was nothing waiting for him at home other than a small pile of dry cleaning and yesterday's leftovers. Nothing to be eager about.

Most of the train cars were empty. The Port Jefferson line didn't stop in many of the areas where young, partying college students lived - and even if it did, tonight was not the kind of night for standing in line outside the club. Miles tugged the cuffs of his suit jacket, resettling it over his broad shoulders, and pushed into the second car from the end.

The lights were on the fritz in this car, leaving patches of shadow across the seats. Miles's blue-green eyes scanned the rows. There was a figure slumped against the window in one of the rows toward the back of the car.

Miles may have looked like an average, corporate employee, but as he identified the figure as a young woman, leaning against the window with her eyes closed and her breath puffing gently against the glass, something stirred deep in his chest. Aside from his corporate day job, Miles Pierson was a predator.

And the young woman sitting on the train registered as prey.

Miles didn't approach her immediately. He took a seat across the aisle, a couple rows up from where she slept. She must have boarded this car as soon as the train pulled in and promptly gone to sleep. Her train ticket was wedged in the small metal strip on the top of the aisle seat, so that she wouldn't have to wake up when the conductor came by to punch tickets.

An announcement echoed through the otherwise quiet train car, and they lurched into motion. The girl didn't even twitch. Miles's pulse sped up. Definitely prey.

Miles opened his briefcase and pulled out the day's newspaper, folding it in eighths and pretending to occupy himself with the financial headlines. The hunt was on, and she didn't even know it. The only sound was the rhythmic clacking of the car along the tracks, the thump of Miles's blood pounding in his ears, and the intermittent soft shift of cloth as one or the other of them moved.

As they passed out of the tunnel and into the night, rain pattered on the roof of the train. The door between cars banged open, and Derrick clicked his hole punch as he entered the car. He punched the girl's ticket, glanced at her, and then back at the ticket with his brows furrowed. He shook his head and moved on, waving off Miles's frequent rider card. "I know I ain't got to punch you, Mr. Pierson," he said.

"What stop does the young lady get off at?" Miles asked.

"Port Jefferson - end of the line, just like you."

Miles smiled at the train conductor. "I'll make sure she wakes up and gets off when she's supposed to," he said.

"Thank you, Mr. Pierson. I do wish there was more New Yorkers like you in the city." Derrick grinned, all white teeth in his dark face, and moved on to the next car.

As soon as the door banged shut after him, Miles opened his briefcase, put his paper away, and got up to move to the young woman's row. He sat slowly and gently, not wanting to disturb the seat in case he woke her.

He needn't have worried. Now that he was this close, he could smell alcohol on her sleeping breath. She was pale and blonde, her gently-curled hair spilling freely over her shoulders. Miles reached out, hardly daring to breathe, and tucked one of those curls behind an ear. He ran his finger over the swell of her cheek, the soft curve of her jaw. She didn't move.

Miles let his breath out slowly and turned his attention to the purse she had tucked in against her side. It was a snap closure, easy for him to tease open and retrieve her wallet from inside. 

Her name was Hannah Marquette. She had a Michigan license, with what was presumably her parents' address listed, and a student ID for Stony Brook. Miles carefully replaced the wallet. She was more than likely a student at the business or radiology school out near Port Jefferson, and probably shared an apartment with one or more other students. Her cell phone wouldn't help him - girls her age password-protected their electronics.

He drew his hands away from her purse and examined her clothes. She wore a short, tight skirt and a short, tight top. Miles couldn't keep himself from trailing his fingers across the strip of soft skin exposed between the hem of her shirt and the waistband of her skirt. Once again, Hannah didn't twitch. Her breath continued to puff across the window of the train.

Her shirt was low-cut, exposing the white curves of the tops of her breasts. Miles's mouth watered. Possibilities spun out in his mind. He'd told Derrick he would make sure she got off at her stop - his stop. He could take her home, do it slowly and properly, make her scream-

But no, a student couldn't live in Port Jefferson alone, not when the student's parents were states away. She would have roommates; she would be missed. He needed to make her come to him.

Miles Pierson was a predator, and he was always prepared to encounter his prey. He looked up, ensuring that nobody else had entered the train compartment since Derrick left, and opened his briefcase again. This time, he pressed his fingers against the back seam, and the bottom of the briefcase opened up to reveal his toolbox - at least, the part he carried with him. This was not the first time Miles had encountered prey of opportunity, and it wouldn't be the last.

He removed what he was looking for and shut the briefcase, setting it gently on the floor. Now was when it started to get tricky. Miles had to hope that the sheer quantity of alcohol the girl had consumed would keep her from waking up. He curled one hand around the soft, pale skin of her thigh and drew her legs gently apart. Her skirt rode up to expose lace-trimmed cotton panties, blue. Miles pressed the backs of his knuckles against her through her underwear.

Hannah moved sleepily, and Miles froze. Her lips parted, just a little, and she wiggled her hips on the seat. Her eyes never fluttered. She was still asleep, just responding to the stimulus. A smile curled across Miles's lips, and he inched his fingers higher to the waistband of her underwear, hooking them inside the elastic and gently tugging the material down. It was slow going, teasing her panties down over the curve of her ass, but Miles eventually maneuvered them down low enough on her thighs to fully expose her to his gaze.

He spread the lips of her cunt apart, mouth watering as he glimpsed her pink, wet slit. He dipped one finger inside, slowly, and a short huff of breath escaped Hannah's mouth. She didn't know what was happening, consciously, but her body recognized pleasure and wanted it. Now more than ever Miles wanted her in his bed, spread out and tied down under his hands, forced to accept whatever he was willing to give to her pliant, yielding body.

Miles's free hand closed around one of the objects he had taken from his briefcase. This one was a vibrating dildo with a flared base meant to keep it firmly seated inside the wearer. Miles had modified it with a wifi receiver, so that he could trigger it remotely from wherever he was. It wasn't large - three inches long and barely two inches wide at the base - but Hannah would definitely notice it was there, once she was awake and coherent again.

Miles slowly teased another fingertip inside and spread them apart, exposing her wet hole. He licked his lips and eased the dildo inside, watching it sink into her body with little resistance. Her pussy swallowed it eagerly until the flared base rested against her outer lips. Such a wanton cunt. Miles wanted to press his tongue into it and lick until she came apart beneath him.

Patience, he thought, and picked up the second object. It was slim and metal, with black leather straps dangling from it. This would be harder than the dildo, but it was crucial to his plans. Carefully, he eased the chastity belt down the juncture of her thighs, lifting first one leg, then the other to wrap the straps firmly around her hips. He worked slowly, easing each strap across her skin, keeping his touch light and fleeting. Already her cunt felt wetter than it had when he first touched her, a product of the firm plastic inside of her. He reasoned that if the jolting of the train and his hands between her thighs hadn't woken her, it was unlikely that this would.

Hannah stirred as he brought the straps around front, and he froze, his fingertips resting against her skin. Her head lolled back against the seat and she shifted. Miles moved with her as she adjusted, and she didn't wake up. He smirked, snapping the finishing touch on his prize, a padlock engraved with the number of his latest prepaid burner phone. He pulled her panties back up her legs and the curve of her ass, then tugged her skirt back down.

That done, he resisted the urge to continue fondling his new toy and opened his briefcase one last time, removing a slip of paper. He wrote a brief note and tucked it into the left cup of her bra, right against the nipple where it would rub and chafe. Then he got up slowly and returned to his own seat, checking his watch. The entire operation had taken about fifteen minutes. They had another fifteen at least before the end of the line.

Time to see how good his new toy really was.

The vibrator had several settings, and was controlled from an app on his phone. Miles keyed in his password and brought up the interface. The ambient noise from the train was too much for him to hear the dildo switch on, but it had a rewarding effect on Hannah. Her lips parted further, until he could see her soft, pink tongue between her teeth, and her cheeks flushed. Miles turned up the intensity and watched her breath puff faster against the window, watched her writhe in her sleep.

Miles reached down to adjust himself in his slacks. She was lovely. Responsive. He dialed up the intensity to the highest setting and was rewarded by a soft, breathy noise from the girl, like the coo of a dove. His cock swelled in his pants, pressing against the seams, and he turned the vibrator off, taking deep breaths to contain himself. He would have her at his mercy soon enough.

For the rest of the ride he watched her with hooded eyes. The flush slowly receded from her pale cheeks, but her lips remained parted, her mouth hanging slightly open as she slept, blissfully unaware that she had been marked by a persistent, intelligent predator.

The train finally lurched into its final stop. He got up as Derrick entered the car and moved to Hannah's row, shaking her shoulder gently. She was more thoroughly passed out than even he could have considered, as she only made a sleepy, protesting noise and tried to snuggle closer to the train window.

"Girls her age shouldn't get so drunk," Derrick said, shaking his head. "Good thing she found herself among decent folk, eh Mr. Pierson?"

"Good thing," Miles said, leaning forward to collect Hannah into his arms. He stood slowly and nodded to Derrick, who handed him his briefcase. "I'll make sure she gets home, wherever home is."

"Good luck to you, Mr. Pierson. I better not see you on the midnight Monday train, too."

"No worries," Miles said, returning Derrick's easy smile. "I've had enough late nights this week." And with a new plaything to keep him occupied, he would have a reason to come home immediately after work.

Hannah's head rested against his chest, her breathing soft and even. Miles's pants felt tight at the thought that it would take her hours to realize she had been violated, that someone had exposed her intimately, someone had touched her without her permission.

He stepped off the train onto the platform, hunching over Hannah's sleeping body to try to keep the rain off. He strode to the nearest covered bench, trying to figure out what he was going to do with her. He could take her now, but there was the small matter of her probably-existent roommates. He hadn't seen anything with her address on it in her purse...

"Hannah?" Miles looked up at the new voice. It was another young woman, mousier than Hannah, with short dark hair, large glasses, and a round, perky face. The girl scowled at him. "Who are you? Some creep?"

"I'm sorry, I can see how it would look like that," Miles said smoothly. "I believe your friend would have slept all the way back to the train yard if I hadn't carried her off. She seems to have had a few too many."

The brunette rolled her eyes. "Of course she has," she said, disgusted. "Good thing I brought my car, as if I wouldn't in weather like this... dumb midwest country bitch, doesn't she know what can happen to her, passed out on the train?"

Miles said nothing, but stood to follow Hannah's roommate back to the car. The girl grumbled the whole way, making him think that this was perhaps not the first time Hannah Marquette had been handed off to her roommate by a total stranger on a late weekend night. She yanked her passenger door open and Miles gently settled Hannah into the car, buckling her in.

The girl got into the driver's seat and started the car. "Thanks for your help," she said. "Sorry I called you a creep."

"No need to apologize," Miles said, reflecting that Hannah's roommate had much better instincts than Hannah herself did. He shut the passenger door and waved as they drove away. It was only a matter of time, now.

He reached down and adjusted himself again, anticipation keeping him at least half-hard. His own car was not far away, and he smiled slowly to himself as he turned the key in the ignition. An excellent end to a very, very long day.



Lovely Dove 02



Saturday morning dawned grey and blustery. All that was left of the previous night's rain was a wet mist, clinging to trees and windowpanes. It took most of the morning for the obscured sunlight to slant through the windows at the right angle to hit Hannah in the eyes. The clacking of computer keys was the first thing to reach her ears. Jackie was awake, or maybe had never gone to sleep. Hannah groaned.

"About time you woke up, drunk ass," Jackie said acidly from her computer. "I had to retrieve you from a strange man on the train. Again."

Hannah grumbled something under her breath, started to sit up, and froze.

There was something hard between her legs, and a feeling of fullness inside of her. "The fuck-" Hannah rolled out of bed with a thump and dashed for the bathroom.

"I keep telling you that you shouldn't drink so much!" Jackie called after her as she slammed the bathroom door.

Hannah frantically pulled up her skirt, yanking down her underwear. The hardness she'd felt was a metal strip going from the swell of her pubic bone between her legs, covering her labia and the opening of her vagina. It was held around her thighs by thin, black leather that joined in the front, closed with a padlock. Hannah tugged, but she couldn't get the contraption off. Her heart started to pound. There was something else - something she could feel inside of her, pressing against the inner walls of her pussy and filling her up. It felt good, satisfying in a way she didn't want to admit.

It also made her need to pee, desperately, and she felt at the metal over her crotch. It at least had holes. She couldn't help herself - whatever was inside her was pressing against her bladder. Hannah sat down hard on the toilet, staring at the padlock between her legs as she relieved herself. 

Last night was a blur of lights, noise, and pattering rain. She concentrated, trying to remember details. The clicking of the conductor's hole punch, the rocking of the train. Something else, something fleeting - light touches. Cologne, maybe? Hannah shook her head. She couldn't remember. She groaned and put her head in her hands, flinching as something stabbed into her nipple.

She pulled down her bra and found a folded piece of paper. Her fingers trembled as she unfolded it, a sick feeling crawling its way into her gut. The handwriting on the paper was neat and slightly slanted, blocky, a man's writing. It said:

If you tell anyone, the whole internet will know what a sweet, hot little cunt is between your legs. I have video.

"Oh god," Hannah said, feeling bile rise in her throat. She spun around quickly, kneeling in front of the toilet and emptying her stomach of the remains of the liquor she'd drank the night before. Her head was spinning. Her breath started to get short. She'd been raped, violated on the train, in public, where anyone could have seen it happen. Worse, her cunt throbbed hotly around whatever was buried inside it. Every way she moved, it put pressure on her clit, sending jolts of pleasure through her thighs.

It was so wrong, and Hannah couldn't help that it felt good. She spat, clearing her mouth, and brushed her teeth vigorously. What could she do? She didn't even know who had done this to her. She couldn't tell anyone, not if she didn't want video of her being fondled - or whatever this mysterious man had done to her - to show up all over the internet.

She looked down at the metal contraption again, mouth trembling, and inspected the padlock. Something was engraved on it. Digits. A phone number.

Like a dog tag, she thought, and bit her lip against the surge of shame that moved through her. Worse than the shame was the tiny, secretive spark of squirmy pleasure in her gut. Something about being marked, being owned like this...

Hannah shook it away and stormed out of the bathroom to retrieve her phone.

"Did you have a good time, at least?" Jackie asked dryly.

"Sure," Hannah said, distracted, not really paying attention to her roommate. She needed to go somewhere private to dial the number on the padlock. Jackie would look at her weird if she took her phone into the bathroom. The apartment they shared was the basement of a house, and their landlords let them store some of their stuff in the attic. That was as good a place as any not to be overheard. "I'll right back," she said, and left the apartment, quietly letting herself into her landlord's place.

The couple was out, and Hannah was able to climb the stairs to the attic unseen. Every step made the metal rub against the juncture of her thighs, made her more aware of the hard thing inside. Once there, she yanked up her skirt again and frantically dialed the number etched into the padlock. Her hands started to sweat as the call rang on the other line.

After three rings, someone picked up on the other line. "Hannah," the voice said. It was male, warm and smooth, and Hannah couldn't help but shiver a little. The way he said her name was like a caress.

Hannah scowled. "How do you know my name? What did you do to me?"

The low chuckle on the other line did bad things between her legs. Hannah pressed her knees together, biting her tongue to keep any noise from escaping her. "My lovely dove, you should be more careful where you pass out drunk," the man said. "I know your name because I went through your purse. As for what I did to you..." there was another chuckle. "I did nothing I didn't know you would enjoy."

As soon as he said it, whatever was stuffed inside Hannah's vagina came to life, vibrating hard. Hannah let out a soft, breathy, "Oh!" without meaning to and writhed in place.

"You see?" he asked. "You have such a wet, wanton little cunt. It was practically begging me to be filled."

"You're sick," Hannah said, teeth gritted. Lord help her, it felt good. Too good. Whatever he'd put inside of her was pressing against all the right places. "Stop, please, just- just stop."

To her surprise, the vibration did stop, but Hannah's sigh of relief stuck in her throat at the man's next words. "I wouldn't want you to come before I could see you fall apart," he said. "You do want me to take the chastity belt off, don't you?"

"You- I-"

"You'll never get it off without the key," the man said, and then suddenly the vibration was back, even harder than before. "I can do this to you whenever I like. The receiver has a prodigious range. If you decline to come to me, I'll simply have you at my mercy... whenever I like."

"Stop!" Hannah said, throat closing on a sob. She was so close, so close, after being stuffed full all night and aching. Even if she hadn't been awake for it, her body had accepted it without her.

The vibration stopped again. "You'll receive a text with my address. Report me to the police, and you know what will happen. Do not mistake me - I have many resources at my disposal. I will not be caught. You will come to me."

"No, don't-" Hannah said, but the phone disconnected before she could finish her sentence. Almost as soon as the call hung up, the thing inside her started to vibrate again. It wasn't as intense as it had been before, and she could only conclude that whatever dildo or vibrator the man had put inside her had several settings. He was playing with her, keeping her on the maddening edge of orgasm without letting her fall over. Hannah sat down, gasping, pressing her knees together and concentrating on not falling over that edge. Her body might think this felt good, but her mind knew it was wrong.

Her phone buzzed just as the vibration intensified. Hannah could do nothing for a moment but bite her lip, hard, riding it out until her tormentor backed off, dialing it back down to the lowest setting. She felt hot and heavy between her legs, the flesh throbbing. Hannah checked her phone with trembling fingers and mapped the address, head spinning. He didn't live far - only a few blocks. She could walk there.

Hannah's hand clenched around the phone. What was she thinking? She wasn't going to go to him, she wasn't going to let him win! Whatever video he had taken, surely it was obvious that she was passed out? What was the worst it could show?

Shame flooded through her again. She was actually thinking of letting him post that video. It couldn't happen. What if someone she knew saw it? It wouldn't be a threat unless her face was in it, and someone who had planned this much would have been careful to get her face-

Her train of thought stuttered to a halt as the vibrator buzzed intensely again, the highest setting yet. Hannah panted, leaning forward with her head propped on her knees, phone clutched in her hand. The phone buzzed again, and she looked at the text message.

I'm waiting.

A lump rose in Hannah's throat. She didn't have another choice. She had to go if she wanted this thing out of her. She punched the keys on her phone angrily, sending, 'on my way' as she got to her feet. A few seconds after she sent the message, the vibrator shut off again. She let out a slow, relieved breath. It seemed that the man would leave her be as she walked to his house. Hannah's cheeks burned with shame as a thought popped into her head - it was a good thing he'd shut the vibrator off, because if he'd left it on she would have come all over herself before she got halfway there.

Hannah stomped down the stairs and slammed back into her apartment, yanking last night's clothes off with her back to her roommate. Jackie didn't look up or turn around - the girl was a recluse, and barely tolerated humanity in general and Hannah in specific. Hannah yanked on a pair of jeans, gritting her teeth as the tight denim made the vibrator press more firmly into her. She changed her bra and her shirt and pulled a brush through her hair. "I'm going out," she said.

"Off to get some hair of the dog?" Jackie asked without looking up from her computer. "Don't make me come get you from the train station again."

"I won't," Hannah said shortly. She grabbed her purse and practically ran out of the apartment. She had to leave her own neighborhood and cross a main road to get to her tormentor's house. The temptation to call the police made her fingers itch. They would be able to get her out of this contraption - they would have bolt cutters. 

But no, how did Hannah know he wasn't watching her? He lived so close. He could have been following her for weeks. He could be watching her right now. She swallowed, glancing nervously around the street as she walked, the vibrator pressing up against the sweet spots inside of her. Her cheeks felt like she had a permanent blush staining them, and her breath came rougher than it would if she had just been out for a walk.

Anger surged through her. Just because she'd been passed out, how was that any excuse for this kind of torture? Hannah resolved to find a way to get rid of that video and report this man to the police. She had to get him caught. This plan was too involved for her to be the first one. He'd done this to other girls, she was sure of it.

The neighborhood where the address was located was better off than Hannah's, with larger homes. She could hear the surf and smell the ocean mist as she jogged down the block, biting her lip against the sensation of the vibrator, rubbing against her with every step.

Her steps slowed as she approached the address she'd been given. She checked it against her phone. Now was when she would see the face of the man who had done this to her. She bit the side of her tongue and marched up the driveway to the front door, trembling despite herself.

As soon as she knocked, the vibrator started up again on the lowest setting, making her squirm as the door swung open. She tried to glare, but probably ruined the effect with her bottom lip between her teeth and her hands twisting in the hem of her shirt.

She had expected a sweaty, fat man, the stereotypical basement dweller that every girl's parents warned her against. She hadn't expected him to be tall, or broad in the shoulders, or have such piercing eyes, blue-green like the ocean after a storm. His hair, greying at the temples, was full and brown, styled impeccably. His button-down shirt was stretched taut across a fit figure. Hannah's mouth went dry. He smiled.

"Hannah, my lovely," he said, reaching out to tuck a piece of hair behind her ear. Hannah flinched away from him, and his eyebrows knitted together in an expression like concern. Hannah wasn't fooled. The only thing in his eyes was wicked hunger. "Come inside."

Hannah hesitated, slowly putting one foot in front of the other. She had a sudden, terrible feeling that once she crossed the threshold, she would never return. She stood frozen in indecision, one foot poised above the doorway. Then the vibrator turned up and she gave an involuntary, whole-body shiver, glaring as she entered the house.

He shut the front door behind her, threw both deadbolts, and then was on her before she could move. He pushed one hand into her hair, yanking her head back and pinning her against the door with his weight. "Please," Hannah said, struggling to get away from his grip, but it was like iron, and his body was like stone, muscular and unyielding.

"Lovely dove," he whispered, his lips tickling the shell of her ear. "Don't waste your breath begging me to let you go. You came to me. I own you, now."

Hannah's throat closed on a sob as he grabbed her wrist and wrenched her phone away from her. He kept her pinned the door with the grip on her hair and the weight of his body as he paged through the menus, pulling up her calendar, her planner, all her personal data. "Ah, your responsible roommate's name is Jackie, I see," he said. "If only she had trusted her instincts about me last night, you might not be here today. We'll have to send her a text later to let her know you won't be coming home tonight."

That provoked another small sob, and Hannah shoved against him, struggling to get away. She whimpered and went still when the hand in her hair twisted, sending shooting pains across her scalp. "That won't do," the man said. "I knew you would need training - best for us to get started right away."

He pulled her away from the door by the hair. Hannah staggered, her hands going to his wrist, trying to pry his hand away. He paid no attention to her efforts, pulling her along behind him like she was nothing. She struggled harder when she saw the bed and was rewarded with a sharp smack to her ass. Hannah sucked in a breath. The blow surprised her into stillness long enough for him to throw her down on the bed and straddle her hips.

She started to struggle again as he worked her shirt up over her head, and then harder when he unhooked her bra. It was like trying to throw a pile of bricks off her back. Her captor looked like he was in his mid-forties, but his grip was like iron. He leaned forward, pressing her down to the bed with his body weight. Hannah heard something jingle off to the side of the bed, and then he took her right wrist and wrenched her arm around behind her back. Something like cloth or leather closed around her wrist, and then she heard a sound like a crank being wound. As he grabbed her left wrist and repeated the treatment, Hannah pulled, and found that she could barely move her arm an inch before her shoulder protested.

The man's weight left her back, but with her arms tied down the way they were, she couldn't get the leverage to sit up. Hannah pushed, trying to get her knees underneath her, but he wrapped both hands around her ankles and yanked, undoing her jeans and pulling them down off her legs. "Please don't," Hannah gasped as he pulled her underwear off. Getting up on her knees gave her leverage, but with her pants off it also exposed her, put her ass up in the air and put her cunt on display.

Not like he hasn't seen it before, she thought, and flushed dark red. It didn't seem to matter that she laid prone against the bed - he put one hand on her hip and the other behind her thigh, shoving her up onto her knees and spreading them wide. "Stay like that," he said, his broad palm cupping her ass.

Like hell I will, Hannah thought, and kicked out with her right leg. He caught her foot and shoved her leg back into position. She was rewarded for her small rebellion with another smack to her ass. She gasped and jerked away from the sting, but it was followed by another, and another.

"If you do not do as I say," the man said, punctuating it with a hard slap to the inside of her thigh, "you will not enjoy this anywhere near as much as I will."

"I'm not going to enjoy it anyway," Hannah snapped.

She could hear the smirk in his voice. "Is that so?" he asked, and then the vibration inside of her intensified again, cranked up to its highest setting and left there. "I suppose I'll just leave you to it, then."

The bed dipped and rustled, and then Hannah was alone, cool air moving across her bare skin as she fought the sensation between her legs. She could feel an orgasm building in her, her breath coming shorter and her cheeks flushing hot. Fingertips brushed against her cheek and her eyes flew open. He was staring down at her, his gaze hungry and intent, watching her come apart in his bed. The thought made her shudder. Her eyes squeezed shut. She was so close, so-

The vibrator shut off as soon as she reached the precipice. Despite herself, Hannah let out a soft, "No!"

"Ah, and here I thought you didn't want this." The bed dipped again, and his hands returned to her body, running down her sides and over the curve of her ass, down the smooth skin of her thighs. "You will do as you're told, and stay where I put you. Won't you?" Hannah said nothing, and then let out a small, hurt noise when his palm crashed over her asscheek again. "You will, or I will keep you hovering at the edge and never let you come."

Hannah's heart thumped, and a hot tingle went down her spine. She'd been on the edge too long already. She wanted to come, if only to get it overwith. "I will," she said quietly.

He smacked her on the ass again, and she yelped. "You will what?"

"I will do as I'm told, and I'll stay where you put me," Hannah said, miserable, her cheeks burning with shame.

"Good girl," he said, stroking a gentle hand over her hair. It made something twist in her gut, something pleasurable, and Hannah buried her face in the bed. "None of that, now," he said, and grabbed her chin firmly, turning her head so that her cheek lay against the bed. "I want to see your face." She opened her eyes and glared helplessly, her cheeks bright red. He pushed her hair back behind her ear. "You liked it when I said that."

Hannah squeezed her eyes shut and tried to shake her head. He spanked her again, the sound loud in the quiet room. "Yes!" she burst out, feeling like it had been dragged from her.

"Well, well," he said, sounding pleased. "I knew you were going to be good. It didn't take much, last night, to have you react. I knew you'd be sensitive, but I didn't know you'd be submissive."

Hannah kept her eyes closed and stayed silent. Hearing him talk about last night made her stomach turn, and even worse was the shame in knowing that he was right. She was submissive. She always had been submissive. If this had been her choice, her decision, she would have loved every second of being pinned down at his mercy. And yes, the praise felt good. It sent a jolt straight between her legs when he told her she was a good girl, and she hated it.

He leaned forward, pressing his hips against hers, and she could feel the hard line of his dick through his pants, nestled in the crack of her ass. She gasped in a shuddering breath and held perfectly still, not wanting to encourage him with even the barest hint of movement. His breath washed hot against her cheek. He nipped her ear playfully, his hands stroking over her body. He worked one hand in between her and the bed to cup her breast, running his soft fingertips over her nipple. Hannah shivered, her breath quickening, and he chuckled. "Lovely dove," he said. "So beautiful. What do you want, Hannah?"




Lovely Dove 02



"Let me go," Hannah whispered. "Please. I won't tell anyone."

"Oh, I know that," he said, and pinched her nipple, rolling it between his fingers. Hannah bit her lip and trembled helplessly against the shocks of pleasure he was sending through her body. It wasn't fair. "You won't tell anyone what I do to you. This is for you and I alone, my dove. But I won't be letting you go, and it isn't often that I'll ask you what you want. You shouldn't waste the opportunity."

"Oh god," Hannah said, her eyes flying open as he licked into the shell of her ear. She gasped and squirmed, pressing back against him without meaning to, trying to get more or get away, she wasn't even sure anymore.

"Good girl," he breathed, right in her ear, and Hannah let out a helpless groan as heat and pleasure flooded through her. "Now, I will only ask you once more before I decide for you - what do you want, Hannah?"

"I-I-" Hannah stammered, still squirming in his grip. She couldn't move much or she would risk really hurting herself, thanks to the way he had her bound with her arms behind her back.

"I'll give you to the count of five, and then I'll decide for you," he said. He held still, letting her squirm and rub against him, taking his hand away from her breast. "Five."

"I don't- I can't-" Hannah gasped. He turned on the vibrator again, which was completely unhelpful toward her effort to form coherent sentences. If she begged him to let her go again, there was no telling what he would do to her.

"Four."

Hannah let out a wordless whine of protest, struggling against the bindings. She was not going to give him the satisfaction of begging for anything.

"Three," he said, and dialed up the vibrator's intensity. Hannah's thighs shook, but she didn't dare close her knees, didn't dare do anything contrary to his orders. "Two-"

"I - I - I want to come," she blurted, blushing.

He chuckled, and she blushed harder. "I'm sure you do," he said. "You've had this inside of you all night." He pressed his knuckles against the metal strip that held the vibrator inside her, putting pressure on her clit. She pressed her face into the bed and gasped for air. If he kept up that pressure-

The vibrator shut off. Hannah thrashed, whining, "I asked, I told you- ah!"

Her protests were cut off when he spanked her again, hard, on the back of her thigh. "I heard you," he said. "I cannot abide a brat. You will come when I am ready, not when you are ready." He punctuated it with another sharp slap. 

Hannah gulped huge breaths of air as the spanking continued - sometimes hard, painful slaps, sometimes soft taps that felt more pleasurable than painful. She could feel the heat coming from her ass by the time he stopped, trailing his fingertips over the sensitized skin.

"What do you say, Hannah?" he asked.

Hannah closed her eyes. She couldn't. She wasn't going to do this. She had come here to find the blackmail he had on her and escape, not to writhe under his hand and whimper. His grip tightened on her ass, his fingers digging into her tender flesh, and she gasped, "I'm sorry!"

"Sir," he said, not relenting in his grip.

"I'm sorry, sir," Hannah whispered, hating that it made her ache inside.

He let go and stroked his hands over the backs of her thighs. "You'll have to refresh my memory," he said. "I don't remember what you asked me for, after all." Hannah stilled. After he'd just punished her for asking for the same thing twice? He must have guessed why she didn't answer, because he chuckled. "It's not a trick, my dove. I want to hear you beg me in that lovely voice."

Of course he did. Hannah's ass stung, but she was still teetering on the edge of orgasm. "I w- want to come." Then, hastily, because she knew he would ask, "Sir. Please."

"You can do better than that," he said, and she could hear the smile in his voice.

God help her, it made her want to do better. "Please sir, please, may I come?"

His hands felt cool on her fevered skin. "Come, then, if you can," he said, and stroked her hair out of her face.

He couldn't be serious. He couldn't be trying to bait her into what she thought he was. 

She opened her eyes and stared into his face, into his beautiful, cold eyes, and realized that he was. "Please, sir, I need-" Hannah wanted to close her eyes, but she knew that if she did, he would just make her look him in the eye again. "I need you to make me come, please."

He smiled. She couldn't look away from the way it made his eyes crinkle at the corners, but brought no joy into them, only a spark of reptilian interest. Like a predator. "One please was sufficient, but it will do." He moved out of her field of vision, and Hannah was finally able to close her eyes as he settled on the bed behind her.

She had expected him to turn the vibrator up again, so she let out a surprised gasp and twisted, trying to see, when she heard the jingling of keys. He gave her a light smack with the back of his hand, and she resumed her position without further protest, her pulse speeding. His palm was warm over the metal as he cupped her there. She felt him tug on the padlock, then the unmistakable sound of a key fitting in a lock.

Hannah shivered when he unwrapped the straps from her thighs and took the metal away. On the one hand, it had only served to keep that damn vibrator inside her. On the other hand, it had kept him from putting anything else inside of her. 

She couldn't hold onto the thought for long, though, as he immediately closed his fingers around the vibrator inside her and pulled, slowly. She felt it stretch her open, and then she was mercifully, achingly empty. "So wet," he whispered from behind her, and then she wasn't empty anymore, two of his fingers plunging deep into her.

Hannah pushed back against his fingers, writhing. She had never needed to come so badly, panting with need. His fingers inside her stretched her wide, pulling her open, and she gave a shocked cry when his tongue pressed firmly in beside his fingers, licking into the wet, aching folds of her cunt. He licked broad stripes up her clit, pressing the tip of his tongue where she needed it most, and her thighs trembled when he finally let her tumble into orgasm at last, clenching around the fingers buried inside of her, gasping.

"You taste delicious," he said, smoothing his hands over her ass and licking back into her even as she trembled from the aftershocks. "What do you say, Hannah?"

She was oversensitive, squirming under his touch. Every brush of his thumb or swipe of his tongue sent shocks down her thighs, up her spine. She squeezed her eyes shut, thrashing in her bonds, and tried to pull away from him.

His hands curled tight around her hips, and Hannah yelped as he bit down on the inside of her thigh. "I asked you something, lovely dove," he said - practically growled.

Hannah closed her eyes, letting out a shivery breath. She was long beyond standing on principle. She had just begged him to make her come. "Thank you, sir."

"Good girl," he said. Some of the tension bled out of Hannah's shoulders. She held still as he returned to his ministrations, this time pushing his fingers back into her pussy along with his tongue. She felt raw and stretched. It occurred to her that she still hadn't seen what he'd put inside of her, and had no idea how big it was. He pushed a third finger into her, and she decided it had been about that big, the thought flying wildly through her head as she tried to breathe through the overwhelming stimulus.

Just as suddenly as he had put his fingers into her, he pulled them out, leaving her aching and empty again. He trailed his fingertips up to her asshole and she couldn't help herself - she tried to jerk away from his grip. "Don't, please, I don't-"

It didn't matter what she said, not when she was tied down and helpless. He pushed one finger into her ass, slowly. "Hush," he said, pressing his thumb against her clit even as she writhed away from the invasion. "You got what you wanted, after all."

Hannah gritted her teeth against the sob that wanted to escape her. She had asked for it, begged for it, but it had not been what she wanted.

He grabbed her asscheeck with his free hand and spread her open, a second finger nudging into her hole beside the first. "Don't panic, my dove. I won't fuck your ass, not just yet. You're too tight. I don't want to hurt you." He pressed the second finger in deep, ignoring the high whine, practically a scream, issuing from between her teeth. 

He didn't want to hurt her? What a joke. Even so, his words made her relax just a little. He twisted his fingers inside her, pulling the tight ring of muscle open. It had been a long time since Hannah let someone even finger her ass. She had forgotten how vulnerable and open it made her feel, like a raw nerve.

"Still," he said, pushing his fingers all the way in to the knuckle. "I will have this sweet ass stretched around my dick eventually, so we should get you used to the idea."

His words knocked the breath from her like a physical blow. Eventually. He really wasn't going to let her go. Hannah shook as he pulled his fingers from her ass. She felt something hard press against the wet, stretched hole and whined, trying to squirm away as he pushed it inside. The tip slipped in easily, but it got wider, as wide as his two fingers and then wider still. Her ass burned, stretching around the plastic thing he pushed into her. "Wha- aahhh!" Just when she thought she couldn't possibly take more, the widest part popped inside of her and her asshole clenched around the base.

"Do you recognize the way it feels?" Her tormentor asked. "Maybe if I turn it on."

As soon as the vibration started, Hannah gasped, tightening around the vibrator involuntarily. It was the same hated device he had put in her pussy on the train, only now it buzzed in her ass, feeling impossibly bigger in the tighter hole.

"Now," he said, going back to running his hands over her body. "What should we do with that wet pussy?" His hands were on her ass again, spreading her wide open, flushed and exposed under his gaze. "I think it's ready to get fucked, don't you?"

Hannah's eyes flew open and she pulled against the bonds. "Please don't!"

"No, none of that. Did you really think I would make you come on my tongue and not ask anything in return?" Hannah heard the rustling of cloth and the unmistakable sound of a zipper.

"No," Hannah whispered, inching her knees forward as much as she was able, trying to get away.

He smacked her ass, hard, and the vibrator inside it turned up. "If this is the thanks I get for making you come, I don't think you'll get that privilege very often," he said. He dragged his cock over her clit, barely pushing the tip inside before going back to teasing her with it. "One day you will come to me on your knees and beg for me to fuck you with this cock."

Hannah shook her head, helpless to resist him as he pushed into her, stretching her pussy wide around his dick. He felt huge, or maybe that was the plug in her ass, still vibrating hard. He kept sinking into her, impossibly long, until his hips were flush against hers. She squirmed - the buzzing in her ass and the hard, wide length of him impaling her was enough to make her clit throb and her skin tingle.

He started with short, shallow strokes, his cock stroking over her inner walls with every thrust. Each time, he pulled a little bit farther out of her before slowly sinking back in. When his hips shoved flush against her ass, it put maddening pressure on the vibrator in her asshole.

Hannah couldn't help the small, helpless noises he wrung out of her every time he pushed in deep. "Lovely dove," he said, and fucked into her harder than he had before. She cried out, something between a moan and a noise of protest, and he did it again. He pressed one hand flat on Hannah's back, between her shoulder blades, and began driving into her, their hips crashing together at the end of every stroke.

All Hannah could hear was the wet sound of his cock inside her sopping pussy and the noises she made, soft cries and moans torn from her chest. His breath started to get ragged, too, his thrusts crashing into her.

"No! I- I'm not on the pill!" Hannah said desperately, trying to stave off what she knew was coming.

To her surprise, it drew a groan from him that sounded pleased. "Hannah," he said, grabbing her hip and fucking her hard. "You are a clever girl, but a - ah - a terrible liar. I saw your pills in your purse."

Hannah shook her head, burying her face in the covers, unable to do anything but hang on as his cock slammed into her, wringing more shameful noises from her throat.

He leaned forward, and the changed angle made her eyes open wide. His breath washed hot over the back of her neck. "I'm going to come inside your sweet, tight little pussy," he said, voice rough. Hannah's cunt spasmed around his cock and he chuckled. "What about you, will you come like this? Spread out on my cock?"

"No- oooh," Hannah's protest devolved into another moan as he rocked forward, rubbing all along the inside of her pussy.

"Don't lie to me, Hannah. If you tell me you aren't going to come and then you do, I will take special joy in teaching you a lesson."

Hannah squirmed, pressing back against his cock as he fucked her. She was going to come, despite her words to the contrary, but she was not going to beg for it again, not ever.

"Have it your way," he said. He wrapped both hands around her hips and pulled her back against him, his dick driving into her. She was panting, soft moans spilling from her lips mixed with an endless litany of 'no' and 'please stop.' Her orgasm was building, her pussy squeezing tight around his cock.

"Last chance to ask me properly," he panted, voice ragged. Hannah shook her head, shutting her lips on the whimpers he forced from her, dizzy with the force of what was building within her.

He moved one hand from her hip and pressed his thumb against the base of the vibrator, forcing it in deeper. On his next hard thrust, Hannah came apart, sobbing and practically screaming as her orgasm ripped through her.

"Bad girl," he said. "I shouldn't even give you this now but your pussy is just- too- good!" He punctuated each word with a brutal, hard thrust, and then at last stilled, cock twitching as he filled her up with his come.

Hannah closed her eyes tight, gasping for air as he slid his softening cock from inside her. He stroked her side with a pleased sigh. "Beautiful, Hannah," he said. "But don't think I've forgotten that you came without permission, and you lied to me about it on top of that."

"I'm s-sorry," Hannah stammered, flinching when he smacked her on the ass.

"You're sorry, what?"

"I'm sorry, sir," Hannah said, cheeks burning. She could feel slick wetness dripping from her pussy and sliding down her thighs - her come and his both.

"I'm afraid that isn't going to be good enough this time," he said. Hannah opened her eyes and stared up at him. He shook his head with a small smirk. "You must learn not to lie, lovely dove."

He leaned down, and suddenly some of the pressure on Hannah's arm released. She tensed. He was undoing the bindings, probably to move her into a different position. She waited until the other binding slackened and exploded into motion, scrambling away from him.

He had her by the hair before she could get far, yanking her back and wrestling her down on the bed. "Let me go!" She screamed, twisting in his hold. It was useless. He dragged her back up the bed, on her back this time, and pulled her wrists up to the headboard. Hannah craned her neck to look and saw that he had a pair of leather cuffs around her wrists, which he clipped to the headboard with a gesture that spoke of long practice.

"We have been over this once, but I see you don't quite understand me, so I'll say it again." As he spoke, he grabbed her right leg and yanked, fitting another leather cuff around it. There was a ring and a bit of chain attached to the footboard, and he fastened her ankle to it. "You belong to me. I own you. I will use you as I like, and share you with whom I will." Hannah sobbed, struggling as he grabbed her free leg and repeated the treatment, leaving her cuffed spread-eagled on her back with the hated vibrator still buzzing in her ass.

He pulled up his pants and tucked his cock away. Hannah screamed as he left the room, thrashing in her bonds. The vibrator was a firm, steady pressure in her asshole, and her sore pussy still leaked come. Maybe if she screamed loud enough, someone would hear.

She squeezed her eyes shut, opened her mouth, and yelled for help as loudly as she could.

"Stop that." Her captor had returned. "I can't have you screaming loud enough to wake the dead. It gives me a headache." He moved up beside her head and dropped something on the bed, something black. "Open your mouth."

Hannah clenched her jaw shut stubbornly. He sighed and pinched her nose shut, staring her down. Her vision began to go grey at the edges before she opened her mouth to gasp for air.

He pushed something rubber into her mouth - a gag. Hannah tried to spit it out, but his broad palm moved to cover her mouth. With his free hand, he worked the straps of the gag behind her head and fastened them, holding it in place.

He picked up the second piece of black leather. Hannah tossed her head, whining around the gag, trying to pull away as he tied the blindfold tight around her eyes. She was blind, tied down, gagged, with his come dripping down her thighs.

The vibrator turned up to its highest setting and Hannah writhed, face red, knowing he was looking at her. His fingers ghosted over her cunt, barely a touch but enough to set her aflame again.

"I have errands to run," he said, and Hannah's breath quickened. "While I am gone, you can lie there and think about the consequences of your actions."

Hannah jerked her head, glaring behind the blindfold. Her throat was closing around hot, frustrated tears. He was just too prepared, too ready for what she might try. She slurred something rude around her gag, her head turning to follow the sound of him moving around the room.

"Oh, Hannah?" he said, and she stilled. "Just so you know, there never was any video from the train. I'll be back soon!"

The front door slammed. Hannah screamed wretchedly around the gag and burst into tears.



Lovely Dove 03



Miles gripped the steering wheel, car still sitting in the driveway, and took deep breaths. Hannah's pleading, her muffled screams, echoed around the inside of his head. His dick gave an interested twitch and he huffed. This girl was going to be the death of him.

Or maybe just the end of him. It wouldn't take long for her to be missed, not with parents she presumably kept in contact with and a roommate who cared for her enough to cart her home and put her to bed.

He swore softly and started the engine. There was also another factor to consider - he'd texted his address. That was a mistake he shouldn't have made. His phone was a burner, but hers wasn't, and if she was reported missing they would surely pull the records.

That's what you get for thinking with your dick, Miles thought, and pulled out his actual phone, scrolling through his contacts one-handed as he backed out of the driveway. He needed to get out in front of this before it could come back to bite him in the ass.

The easiest way would be to dump Hannah somewhere and go to ground, but that thought didn't sit well with him. He'd spent a good decade and a half at his job. He enjoyed it, and the money it brought in, too much to abandon it now. Even leaving that aside, he had no desire to give up his new toy when he'd only just started breaking her in. In fact, he reflected as the dial tone buzzed in his ear, he had no desire to give her up at all. Maybe he'd keep this one.

The phone clicked. "Hello?"

"Jackson," Miles said, the grin on his face transferring to his voice. "How've you been?"

"Same old," Jackson said. "Good to hear from you. I was sure that job of yours had sucked you into a black hole of number crunching and insider trading."

"That's illegal," Miles said, and they both laughed at the joke. "How's your girl?"

"Kinda boring now that she's settled in," Jackson said. "I mean, don't get me wrong, fucking her never gets old, but I miss when I still needed to put her in her place now and again."

"I may have a solution to that, if you can make a few calls and do me a favor," Miles said. He craned his neck to glance over his shoulder as he entered the freeway, darting in between a couple other cars. "I've got a new one."

"Oh yeah? I thought you usually left a few months between them. Didn't you just ship the last one out a couple weeks back?"

"This was too good to pass up. I might have fucked up on this one, though, and I need a big favor if you don't want me to end up in Rikers."

"Damn, that bad, huh?" Jackson asked, and Miles heard a creak like he was leaning back in his chair. "What did you do, kill her?"

"No, nothing like that. What a waste. You remember I was telling you that idea I had with the chastity belt?" Miles asked.

"Yeah - wait a second, you can't tell me someone actually fell for that," Jackson said.

"Oh yes, she fell for it. She must have been thinking she would get whatever I wanted over with and go back to her life, without having to deal with the police and everyone else telling her how stupid it is to get so drunk you pass out on the train." Miles heard Jackson snort out a laugh and grinned in response. "She may not be all that bright, but she's perfect - responsive, sensual, rebellious. She'll be a treat to break in."

"Yeah, so, how'd you fuck it up?" Jackson asked.

"Texted her the address," Miles said, and made a face when Jackson groaned on the other end. "I know, I know, I'm an idiot. Now I need my place to disappear."

"Can't make a whole house disappear," Jackson said. "You got it above board, you've been paying taxes on it, that's a fuckload of paperwork and some of it's going to have physical copies printed and filed in triplicate."

Miles sighed. He was afraid Jackson was going to say that. "What about the text, can that go away?"

There was a short, thoughtful silence. "That's... doable," Jackson said. "It's tough, but doable. Nobody's onto you yet?"

"No," Miles said. "I only just got her today. She won't be missed until tomorrow at the earliest, and I'm going to take care of that. I can give you a few days."

"It shouldn't be that hard," Jackson said. "Send me her number, I'll get it done. You probably still want to take her somewhere else, though. If she does get reported missing, Long Island is the first place they'll start looking."

"Oh, I know. I'll take a nice vacation upstate, and spend some quality time teaching her where she belongs. Before I go, though, you want to come over and try her out? As payment for fixing my fuck-up."

"What's she look like? My type?"

Miles smiled wryly. Jackson liked dark, exotic-looking girls with big breasts. "Not at all," he said. "Blonde, petite, perfect tits. You'll never believe this, but the slut begged me to make her come - that when I'd barely touched her yet. Then she got off again when I was fucking her. She's going to be my best yet, I think."

"And you're keeping her all to yourself," Jackson said. "Yeah, I think I'd like getting my dick in that. When is good for you?"

"Tomorrow," Miles said. "I have to work with her today. She still thinks there's a chance she'll get away from me."

"Can't have that," Jackson said, with a laugh in his voice. "All right, I'll call ahead."

"And I'll get you that number as soon as I get back to the house. Thanks Jackson. You're a good friend."

"Hey, it's the least I can do with all the pussy you get me," Jackson said. "Stay sharp."

Miles hung up, some of the stress rolling off his shoulders. If anyone could make that text disappear, it was Jackson. His day job was at a major network management firm, and most of his job was security auditing. He hacked other people's systems for a living to tell them how much their security sucked. It shouldn't be too difficult for him to get into the cell provider's records and delete one text message. Now he could run his errands without feeling like he needed to look over his shoulder every few minutes.

Training girls into perfect slaves for rich buyers was a reward in and of itself, but Miles had to admit he'd never been as excited about a girl as he was about Hannah. She showed all the signs of being a challenge, but he was convinced that once he was done with her she'd answer to his every whim and be glad of it. He worked his way through his shopping list with permanence in mind for the first time, fantasies spinning out in his head until he had to stop, adjust himself in his slacks, and think of unsexy images.

When he returned to the house, over an hour had passed. The inside of the house was still and quiet when he entered, a palpable hush like the calm before a storm. For a moment, Miles thought Hannah actually managed to get herself loose.

It was a foolish thought. Miles nudged the bedroom door open silently to find Hannah right where he'd left her, stretched out on his bed like an offering. The almost inaudible buzzing of the vibrator punctuated her shuddering breaths. Her blonde hair was tousled, spilled across the pillowcase, both from their earlier round of sex and, Miles was sure, her attempts to escape the cuffs. She had tear tracks streaked over her cheeks below the blindfold. The gag forced her jaw wide, her lips slick with spit and stretched across it. Miles's breath quickened as he fantasized about those lips wrapped around his cock instead, even though he knew she would need work before he could get that anywhere near her teeth.

Her breasts drew his gaze downward - they were round and perfect, pink nipples hard from the cool air, and before he could stop himself he crossed to the bedside and cupped them in his hands.

Hannah slurred something behind the gag and tried to jerk away from his grip. Miles sighed and slapped her, open-palm, not hard enough to leave a mark but certainly hard enough to get her attention if the way she froze and gasped was any indication.

"I can see you need to be reminded how this works," Miles said. He touched the side of her cheek, reddening slightly where he'd slapped her, and slid his fingers down to press over her fluttering pulse. "Allow me to clarify things for you. Every part of you from those big brown eyes to this slutty cunt is mine. I will touch you when I want. I will fuck you when I want. You will come when I want, eat when I want, sleep when I want, and speak when I want." He wrapped his hand around her throat, his dick twitching at the whine of distress she made through the gag. "Usually I'll train a pretty thing like you up and then sell you off to whoever bids highest for your pussy, but I like you, Hannah. You're always going to be mine."

Hannah tried to protest, her words muffled and unintelligible behind the gag, and Miles tightened his hand around her throat, choking the sound off. She yanked at the cuffs, nostrils flaring wide, trying to suck in air and failing. Her struggles got weaker, and just when she was on the edge of passing out, Miles loosened his grip and she coughed into the gag, heaving breaths in through her nose.

"Here I thought you were a smart girl. Didn't I just tell you that you only talk when I want?" Miles gripped her chin and ran his thumb across her spit-slickened lower lip. "I can be very good to you - or I can be your worst nightmare. It depends on how well you behave."

Hannah's breathing evened out, no longer desperate from lack of oxygen, and her limbs trembled. Miles could see that his words were sinking in, that she was beginning to realize he was not going to let her go, that she was never getting away from him. She turned her face to the side, pressing it into the pillow, and her shoulders shuddered with a sob.

"Shh," Miles said, and climbed onto the bed beside her, smoothing her hair away from her face and tucking the errant strands behind her ears. "My beautiful dove. Only do as I say, and this will be much more pleasant for both of us."

She moaned in disbelief, long and broken-sounding. A smirk pulled at Miles's lips, and he leaned down to lick a wet trail up the side of her neck and over her ear. She shivered, pressing her face more firmly into the pillows, but she didn't flinch away from him. "Good girl," he said, puffing the words into her ear, and was rewarded with another full-body shiver.

The first time had been about showing her that he was in control, that she was helpless and completely at his mercy. This would be about owning every inch of her body. Miles skimmed his fingers over her skin, gentle touches followed by his lips and his tongue. He rolled her nipples between his fingers and then replaced his fingers with his mouth, sucking and nibbling at her breasts until she was panting around the gag, squirming like she wasn't sure she wanted more or wanted to get away.

His cock ached, pressing against the seam of his pants, but it was important to go slowly, show her how considerate and gentle he could be if she behaved. This would take her apart, turn her head around, and then he would have the opportunity to put her back together and shape her into a perfect, willing slave.

He licked and sucked at her nipples as his hand slid lower, sinking two fingers into her pussy with no resistance. "Look at you," he said, soft and admiring. "You're all wet for me. You want this, you pretty slut, and don't you dare try to deny it. I bet if I took that gag away you'd beg me to make you come again, wouldn't you?"

Hannah shook her head hard, and Miles knew she would be glaring if she weren't blindfolded. He bit down on her right nipple, tugged with his teeth, and shoved another finger into her cunt. She arched her back and screamed behind the gag, trailing off into hitching sobs when he released her nipple and spread his fingers wide inside of her.

"Remember what I said about lying to me," Miles said, and returned to gentle touches and kisses, maneuvering down the bed until he had an eye-level view of his fingers in Hannah's cunt. The plastic base of the vibrator pressed snugly against his knuckles. Miles pulled his hand back, twisted, and pushed his fingers back into her, pressing the heel of his hand against the toy. Hannah whined, trembling. "I'm not a cruel master, Hannah. You're here for my benefit, true, but I want you to enjoy yourself, too."

Hannah made a low, disbelieving sound in the back of her throat that turned into a squeak when Miles bit the inside of her thigh. "Don't be impertinent. I know you're enjoying this. Aren't you, Hannah?" He pushed his fingers in deep and crooked them in a beckoning gesture, pressing hard against her inner walls right where it felt best. "Remember, no lying."

Slowly, as if she were fighting with herself for every inch, Hannah nodded. Her thighs were shaking and she pushed her hips down against his hand, trying to fuck herself on his fingers as much as her restraints would allow.

Miles bit down on the inside of her other thigh and she cried out into the gag. "You take what I give you. Don't get greedy," he said. "Let's see just how much you can take, shall we?"

Hannah stilled as Miles nudged his pinky in beside his other three fingers pressing in slowly. He leaned forward and licked along the rim of her vagina, slicking it up and allowing him to push deeper. She made a high-pitched noise like a combination between a whine and a scream when he got to the widest part of his hand, thumb still pressing against the base of the vibrator in her ass.

"I think I could get my whole fist in this pussy," Miles said. "You've already taken four fingers. Greedy slut."

Realistically, Miles knew he would need quite a lot of lube if he wanted to fist her without seriously hurting her, and he didn't want her to associate sex with pain - not yet. It was too early in her training to have her riding the edge of agony and ecstasy. Instead, he fucked her rhythmically with four fingers, twisting and pressing against the tender places inside her until she was sobbing and thrashing against the restraints, whining high and needy.

"Do you want to come, Hannah?" Miles asked, surprised at the roughness in his own voice. She looked too good like this, coming apart. She nodded vigorously, pushed past shame and into wantonness.

He chuckled and pulled his fingers out of her with an obscene, wet noise. Hannah rolled her hips on the bed, seeking contact, and made a frustrated sound. "Quiet, brat," Miles said, delivering a light slap to the bite mark on her thigh. "You can come on my cock like a good slut."

Hannah moaned, a despairing sound that went straight to his dick.

"What, you don't like the idea of getting fucked again? You loved it just fine when it was my hand." He slapped the inside of her other thigh and closed his fingers around the base of the vibrator, drawing it out slowly, mouth watering at the way the pink rim of her asshole tightened around the toy as he pulled it loose. "Just for that, I should fuck your tight little ass and not let you come at all."

Hannah made a high, panicked sound and stilled, slurring something that sounded remarkably like an apology. 

"Oh now you want to be good," Miles said. He stood up, stripping out of his clothes as he watched her shake with anticipation and terror. He climbed back onto the bed and slipped his hand back between her legs, pushing two of the fingers still slick with her juices into her ass. She whined in panic as he twisted his fingers. "This belongs to me just the same as your pussy. If I want your ass, I fuck your ass. Nothing you say makes any difference. Understand?"

Sobbing, Hannah nodded frantically, trying to speak around the gag. Miles shoved his fingers into her brutally, turning the words into a scream.

"No talking," he said, and pulled his fingers out, shifting between her legs. "You're getting my dick. I'm feeling nice because it's still your first day, so you can tell me where you want it."

Hannah panted as he slid the head of his dick from her clit down to her asshole and back. "Mmmssy," she slurred.

"Sorry, I couldn't understand, you want it in the ass?" Miles asked, grinning as she shook her head wildly and repeated the barely-intelligible word. "Oh, I see, you want me to fuck your pussy again. You want another load of my come inside you, don't you?"

Hannah huffed like she wanted to protest but thought better of it and nodded, her cheeks bright red.

"Well, since you asked so nice," Miles said, and pushed his cock into her hot, wet cunt. She enveloped him, squeezing him tight, and he couldn't keep from snapping his hips forward, burying himself balls-deep and closing his eyes to bask in how good it felt.

He fucked her in hard, deep strokes that pushed breathy noises from her with every thrust. The sounds made his balls ache with want, and he wrapped his hand around her throat again just to feel the panicked flutter of her pulse and the ragged gasp of her breathing. Tears rolled down her cheeks and he leaned down, covering her body with his, squeezing her throat tight as he licked them off.

"Such a pretty slut," he whispered, closing his teeth around her ear. He loosened his grip on her throat and let her gasp for air as he fucked her harder. "I'm going to fill you up again, do you like that? Are you going to come on my dick?"

Hannah tightened around him and moaned raggedly, voice wrecked. She nodded as much as she could, whining into the gag.

"Good girl," Miles said. "Good girl, come for me, show me how tight your pussy can get."

Her thighs quivered and her spine bowed as she arched off the bed, grinding her hips down against him as she came. Her cunt spasmed and Miles tightened the hand on her throat again, a long groan punched out of his gut as he pushed deep and came inside her while she was still hot and tight and struggling to breathe.

Miles took his hand away from her throat and traced his fingers over the light beginnings of bruises there, admiring his handiwork. His softening cock slid out of her and he drew back, reaching down to push some of the come that leaked out back into her pussy. "I'm going to get something to keep this inside you," he said. "You've already leaked all over my sheets once."

Hannah, still aside from the heaving of her chest, didn't make a sound. Miles grinned and reached under the bed, rummaging through his toybox until he found a good-sized plug, black rubber and big enough to keep his come inside her until he was ready to fuck her again.

She barely twitched when he pushed it in, and his smile widened. Miles lifted her head up enough to undo the blindfold, pulling it away. Her eyes were open and staring, glassy, tears clinging to her lashes.

"That was fun, wasn't it?" Miles asked, not worried when she didn't answer. All the girls went through this at first, brief periods of catatonia as they sank into despair. "I got you something while I was out."

Anger flared in her eyes, bringing life back into them, and she focused them on him, glaring. Miles shook his head, still smiling, and reached into the black back on the nightstand. He withdrew a leather collar, supple brown leather studded with gold accents. A round gold tag hung from the D-ring on the front, engraved with a capital H. Hannah closed her eyes as soon as she saw it, fresh tears rolling down her cheeks.

"Here, let's see how it fits," Miles said, cradling the back of her head and lifting it gently so he could wrap the collar around her neck. It fastened with a tiny padlock, which he clicked shut. The tag nestled perfectly in the hollow of her throat, and it covered most of the bruises on her neck. "There, that's beautiful," he said. "Do you want to see it? I'm sure you must need the bathroom by now."

Hannah glared at him wordlessly, her mouth still pulled wide by the gag, and then reluctantly nodded.

"Are you going to behave yourself if I unchain you and do as I say?" Miles asked.

Hannah huffed another sigh and nodded again.




Lovely Dove 03



"You'll adore it," Miles said, and reached up to unfasten her cuffs. "Only the best for my lovely dove. And after you take care of your business, I'll take the gag out and you can call your roommate, tell her there's been a death in the family and you have to fly home immediately. Your parents got you on a standby flight, so you're not even going back to the apartment for your things. You'll do that for me, won't you?" He leaned forward, putting his mouth next to her ear. "Otherwise, I know a buyer in Ukraine who would love a pretty thing like you. He wouldn't have nearly as much patience with your stubborn streak as I do."

Hannah sat up, rubbing her wrists where the cuffs ended and she was beginning to chafe. She nodded, trembling, her eyes fixed on the bed like she couldn't even look at him. That was fine. She was already well on her way to being completely under his will, even if she still didn't realize it.

"Good girl," Miles said, and kissed her tenderly on the forehead. "Let's get you cleaned up."



Lovely Dove 04



Hannah lay awake, staring at the ceiling. The dim glow of the street lights filtering in through that gap at the top of the curtains illuminated the room in a hazy half-light, like sepia on old film. It felt like a dream sequence, a surrealist painting. The only thing that made it horribly real was the weight of the leather collar around her throat and the cold tag resting against her skin.

After she finished cleaning herself up, her captor had led her back into the bedroom, sitting up against the headboard and pulling her into his lap. He wrapped his hand around her throat and gave Hannah her phone, whispering instructions into her ear in a low, amused voice. Hannah barely remembered the actual phone call. Jackie made horrified, sympathetic noises and wished her well on her flight.

When she hung up, the man told her she'd done well. He held her, resting his chin on her head, idly stroking his hands over her body. Some time along the way she began to shake, then to cry. In the moment, she couldn't have told anyone which specific thing made her cry - that he'd successfully used her to buy himself an alibi, that she'd cut off her only escape route, or that he was being so gentle with her. He held her as she sobbed, kissing her temples and stroking her hair, murmuring soothingly. 

Hannah hated him.

For the rest of the day, she was granted a strange kind of reprieve. Though he was never farther from her than arms' reach, he allowed her to wander through his home, getting a feel for her surroundings. The plug never came out, and although she couldn't feel his come inside of her, it was a constant reminder that she was not here willingly, that he would use her body however he wanted, even when he wasn't actively raping her.

At dinner, he made her kneel beside the table and fed her by hand. If she wasn't so starving, after not having eaten anything all day, she would have tried to fight it. As it was, she felt herself settling into a kind of detachment, like she was observing what happened to her body without feeling it. The inside of her mind was noisy - half-formed escape plans and jibbering horror at her own compliance - but she pushed it aside. For now, there was nothing she could do but take it.

She slept in his bed. The cuffs didn't come off - Hannah was beginning to suspect they would be a fixture as permanent as the collar for as long as she endured this - and he clipped them together before binding them to the headboard, keeping her from escaping while he slept. He held her in his arms like a lover, and it wasn't long before his breathing went soft and even.

Hannah contemplated smothering him with a pillow, but she didn't know how long it would take before he was missed and she couldn't get enough leverage to lift herself up off the bed. So she lay there, staring at the ceiling, unable to hold a concrete thought in her head. In the silent dark she realized that she didn't even know his name.

It would be better if he was cruel, Hannah thought. Really cruel, like torture and beatings. It would be better if he didn't hold me when I cried or tell me it will be okay, that I'll get used to him. I don't want to get used to him.

A tiny, traitorous corner of her mind told her that it would be easier if she settled in and stopped fighting - easier to turn her brain off and easier to endure, both. Hannah clenched her teeth and glared at the ceiling, shoving that voice down ruthlessly.

At some point, she must have fallen asleep, because the next morning she woke to sunlight on her face. For a moment she forgot where she was, but the second she tried to cover her face against the sun she was brought up short by the cuffs, and everything came rushing back. Hannah rolled over as much as she could and buried her face in the pillow.

"Did you sleep well?" He didn't sound nearly as threatening and cold when his voice was thick with sleep, but Hannah still didn't answer him. He waited for her to answer for several moments, and sighed when all she did was remain perfectly still with her head in the pillow. "Usually you wouldn't get away with refusing to answer me when I ask you a question, but I haven't had coffee yet. You get a pass this time."

Hannah wanted to scream at him, but she had a feeling that shouting abuse at her captor would make things worse. She hunched her shoulders and drew her knees up, curling into a ball as best she could.

"Are you hungry?" he asked, and again Hannah didn't answer. The thought of food made her stomach growl, though, and he chuckled. "I figured you were. You're lucky. Sunday is the only day I bother making real breakfast. Otherwise it would be yogurt and granola."

He got up and left the bed. Hannah raised her head from the pillow, tracking his movements with her eyes. He shuffled into the bathroom, yawning and scratching at his ribs. It was terrifyingly domestic, if you ignored the cuffs around her wrists, the collar on her neck, and the plug still resting inside her.

He left the bedroom, and a few minutes later the house was filled with the smell of coffee. There was a sizzling noise - bacon, or maybe eggs - and the ticking of a toaster oven. Hannah shifted uncomfortably. Now that she was truly awake, she needed the bathroom, but like hell was she going to beg him to come in and untie her. It would serve him right if he forgot about her and she wet the bed, but she didn't want to lie in it.

Eventually he did return, a mug of coffee in one hand. He ignored her for a few moments, setting down his coffee and shrugging on a dressing robe. Hannah tried not to squirm, but she couldn't help it - he eyed her with a smirk, like he knew exactly what was going on. Finally, he let her hands loose from the headboard. "Go relieve yourself, I'm sure you need to. The plug stays in. Then come to the kitchen for breakfast."

He left the room, much to Hannah's surprise. He hadn't unclipped her cuffs from each other, so the bathroom was a slightly awkward affair. The window in the bathroom had decorative, wrought-iron bars affixed to the inside. No possibility of escape that way.

She crept out into the hallway, trying to keep her movements as silent as possible. The second bedroom was locked; Hannah suspected it was an office, as she had not been allowed inside during her explorations the afternoon before.

The living area was closed off from the hallway by a pair of french doors. Hannah tried to open them silently, but the door stuck and came loose with a loud thump and a creak. Hannah heard footsteps behind her and whirled around. "I wasn't-"

The cold anger in his face stilled her tongue in her mouth. He grabbed her by the hair and twisted, pain sparking across her scalp, and dragged her into the kitchen. He shoved her into the kitchen table, the edge of it striking her bare hipbones painfully, and forced her down onto its surface, bent at the waist. Hannah braced herself and didn't cry out as his palm cracked across her asscheek, screwing her eyes shut and biting her lip to contain the pained noises that wanted to escape her as the spanking continued.

Hannah counted fourteen strokes before he stopped, his hand resting on the red, tender skin of her ass.

"I don't believe 'living room' sounds anything like 'kitchen,'" he said mildly. Maybe that was the scariest thing - his calm even when he was obviously angry with her. "I wasn't going to make you earn your breakfast - I already told you I dislike discipline before coffee - but you ruined that for yourself."

Hannah remained silent, but her heart started to pound behind her ribs. Breakfast smelled and looked delicious. Now that she was bent over the table she could see two plates laid out with toasted bagels with cream cheese and eggs. A steaming mug of coffee sat beside the plate at the head of the table. Her stomach growled. Dinner last night was barely enough after skipping both breakfast and lunch. Hunger gnawed at her.

He pulled her up by her hair and yanked her around the table, nudging his chair with his foot until he could sit with one arm on the table. He twisted his hand in her hair and Hannah couldn't help but gasp - it hurt, and it forced her to her knees.

"Stay there," he said. "If you don't, you will regret it. I haven't even begun to get creative with your discipline yet."

Hannah swallowed and stayed still, but when he undid the belt of his bathrobe and pulled it aside, revealing that he was already hard in his boxers, she immediately said, "No."

"No?" he asked, sounding amused. "You must not be hungry." He pulled his cock out through the slit in his boxers, stroking it idly. "If you want to eat, you're going to have to suck me off first."

Hannah stared up at him in disbelief. He wouldn't starve her, would he? Intellectually she knew that it would take more than a couple skipped meals to really impact her health, but what if she kept refusing him until she was actually starving? Would he force-feed her, or would he let her waste away until she starved herself to death?

"Hannah," he said, frowning at her. "Don't make this hard on yourself. You can have a very good life with me, or I can break you and send you somewhere else. I'm being gentle. I can be cruel just as easily."

Cold prickled in Hannah's gut. She hadn't forgotten about his threat the day before, to sell her - the very thought was absurd and surreal, but Hannah wasn't that naive. She knew she was a prime candidate for sex trafficking, and if her captor said he could get ahold of a buyer, Hannah didn't doubt him.

Which meant she wasn't the first girl he'd done this to, and she didn't doubt him when he said he could break her, either. She dropped her eyes to the floor, her mouth twisting. She wouldn't make this easy on him.

"Suit yourself," he said. "I am going to eat before everything gets cold."

True to his word, Hannah started to hear the sounds of a fork clinking against a plate, chewing and noisy sips of coffee. It made her stomach growl again. Reluctantly, Hannah lifted her eyes back up to his cock.

He didn't seem concerned by her lack of compliance, not like the anger he'd shown when she tried to go into the living room. She wondered if there was something in there he didn't want her to find - a phone, or an unsecured window maybe. Then again, maybe it was just that she'd disobeyed him. So far he seemed like the type that expected to be obeyed.

Hannah firmly believed that he would leave her here like this, on her knees and hungry, until she gave in. Was it worth fighting him over this? She was hungry, and cold eggs weren't entirely appetizing. She doubted he'd be willing to warm them back up for her if she took too long to do what he wanted.

Slowly, reluctantly, she inched forward on her knees until his cock was inches from her face. He ignored her, continuing to eat his breakfast, and bizarrely that made Hannah even angrier. If she was going to debase herself like this, the least he could do was pay attention to her while she did it.

It took her almost a full minute to gather her courage and push the disgust into the farthest corner of her mind. She could do this. After all, she needed to keep her strength up or she wouldn't be able to escape when he gave her the opportunity. She leaned in and licked the head of his cock.

Immediately, his hand settled on the back of her head. "No teeth," he said sternly. "Otherwise we'll find out how much you like getting your ass fucked dry."

The threat made her shiver. Hannah licked long stripes up the length of his dick, getting it wet and delaying the inevitable. Finally, when she thought he must be getting impatient, she opened her mouth and took him in, rolling her tongue over the head.

His fingers tightened in her hair and she froze with her mouth full of cock, not daring to move. "It took you too long to do what you were told," he said. "When I give an order, you don't sit there thinking about whether or not you're going to follow it. Take more."

Hannah's shoulders tensed and she glared at the bare stomach in front of her, but she opened wider and obediently took more into her mouth. The head of his cock bumped against the back of her tongue and she swallowed to keep from gagging.

"Disobedient sluts don't deserve to suck cock," he said. "Stay there, just like that, and keep my cock warm while I finish eating. Then we'll see if you can follow orders without thinking it over first. If you're good, you can have breakfast."

Her fists clenched, but she kept her jaw slack and her lips wrapped around her teeth. Her captor was back to ignoring her, steadily working his way through breakfast. She felt like a piece of furniture, or a toy, sitting there with her mouth stretched wide around his cock, saliva pooling behind her lips. Hannah closed her eyes and concentrated on keeping her breathing steady and her mouth open.

With her eyes closed, staying still like this, her other senses were heightened. He was hard on her tongue, the skin soft and faintly salty. He smelled of musk and soap, and very faintly of sweat - a clean, masculine smell.

He shifted forward to lift his mug and the head of his cock bumped against her soft palate. Her throat fluttered, swallowing convulsively, and his hand fell back to her hair, clenching in the strands. Hannah looked up at him to find a disapproving frown on his features and choked back a distressed noise that wanted to climb out of her throat.

Hannah took a deep breath through her nose and relaxed her jaw further, letting her eyes slip closed again and forcing the tension out of her shoulders. She thought she knew what he wanted now. He wanted Hannah to do exactly what he'd said - warm his cock while he ate. He didn't want to be reminded of her presence and didn't want her to distract him. She could do this.

Hannah's mind began to drift. She tried to think about other things, to distract herself from what was happening. More saliva pooled in her mouth, but she didn't swallow it or tighten her lips. Some of the drool escaped and dripped down his shaft. She didn't open her eyes. It was completely humiliating, worse than sucking cock, because at least then she had some control over what was happening.

Her jaw ached by the time his hand fell to her head again. "I bet you could take it all, couldn't you?" he asked, stroking her hair. "Let's see how well you swallow, Hannah."

Hannah's eyes flicked up to him for just a second, long enough to see the predatory smirk twisting his lips. She had half his cock in her mouth already. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath through her nose, relaxing her throat. If he wanted her to deepthroat him, she had a feeling she knew what was coming next.

He waited until she had taken the whole thing, her lips wrapped around the base, barely able to breathe and swallowing around the shaft. Then he rolled his hips, thrusting his cock down her throat. Hannah gagged, making a tiny sound of protest, but she didn't move to pull away and she kept her mouth open wide. Tears gathered in her eyes, and rage coiled in her chest. She knew how she must look, helpless at his feet, and she hated it.

"Good girl," he breathed, and thrust again. He kept his movements slow, almost gentle - not so much fucking her face as grinding his dick down her throat. Hannah's fingernails dug into her palms, but she held on, fluttering her tongue against the base of his cock and trying to swallow instead of choke. "You're doing so well. Such a pretty slut. Keep that throat open on my dick. I knew your mouth would feel good."

Tears slipped down her cheeks, and despite the prickle of humiliation across her skin, Hannah felt heat pooling between her legs. She was getting wet as he fucked her throat, praise falling from his lips - and God help her, right now she wanted to be praised. She could do without him ever touching her again, but something in the way he let out a long, guttural moan and said, "Good slut," made her shiver, and her cunt spasmed around the plug still inside it.

He stopped talking as his thrusts sped up, his breathing ragged. Hannah could tell he was going to come soon, and held onto that thought when the head of his cock jammed into the back of her throat and she choked, struggling to keep her lips around her teeth as she coughed and spit streamed from her mouth. The thought of him coming down her throat made her want to retch, but she tried to focus on how hungry she was instead.

She needn't have worried. Hannah felt his cock twitch, the big vein on the underside pulsed against her tongue, and then he pulled her off his cock by the hair and sticky wet stripes of come landed on her cheeks and in her mouth. She managed to get her eyes closed, but didn't dare close her mouth until he smeared the last of his come on her bottom lip with the head of his cock.

"You're learning," he said, smugly satisfied. He gently wiped away some of the come that had landed near her eye with this thumb, then pushed it into her mouth. "Swallow," he said, and Hannah did. "Good girl."

She opened her eyes, tears on her lashes, come clinging to her skin, and glared at him.

"None of that," he said. "Remember, you did this because you wanted something. I didn't make you."

Hannah wanted to scream. He hadn't pried her mouth open and forced it down around his dick, but he absolutely had made her do it. Instead, she tried to let the rage bleed out of her expression, widening her eyes and letting her lips part.

"That's better," he said, and pulled the plate over from the other place. He picked up her bagel and tore it into pieces, feeding them to her one by one until it was gone. Then he scooped up the eggs and fed those to her as well. By the time she was done, his come was drying on her face, tacky and itchy. He got up and took the plate to the sink, washing it off while Hannah stayed put on her knees.

He came back with a glass of water and opened his hand. In it were two pills - one she could tell was her birth control, and the other she recognized from a mishap a few years ago - Plan B. Apparently he'd remembered that she didn't take her pill yesterday, even when Hannah forgot. She didn't look at him as she reached out and took the pills and the glass, but she didn't fight him on it either. The last thing she wanted was to get knocked up with this monster's child.

"Up," he said, and Hannah struggled to her feet. She'd been kneeling so long that her legs were stiff, and she almost fell back down. He caught her by the elbows and turned her, pushing her down onto the table again.

Hannah stiffened, tensing as he palmed her ass and spread her open, then wrapped his fingers around the plug in her pussy. He drew it out slowly, making a disgusting squelching noise as it came out of her. Once she was empty, he coaxed her back up off the table and turned her to face him again, brushing her hair behind her ear.

"We're going to have company today, and as much as I like seeing you like this, I do want you presentable," he said. "We're going to go shower. You smell like come and day-old hangover anyway."

Hannah turned red in humiliation and felt more tears prick at her eyes. Company? He was going to parade her around in front of someone else? Was he going to make her fuck his 'company?' She remembered what he'd said the day before, that he would share her when he pleased, and shook her head mutely.

"Hannah, you look terrified," he said, but there was no sympathy in his voice, only amusement. "I will not let anyone damage you, never fear."

"Please don't," she whispered, and then cringed, expecting a blow for speaking out of turn.

It didn't come. Instead, he hooked his fingers underneath her collar and pulled her out of the kitchen, down the hallway into the bedroom. "I didn't think I would have to reiterate this point, but you don't have any choice in the matter," he said. "Be a good girl and behave yourself. You won't like what happens if you embarrass me in front of my guest."




Lovely Dove 04



It hit her all at once, like a freight train, and she gave a little hiccuping sob as he dragged her into the bathroom and made her sit on the floor. The tears wouldn't stop, and this time, he didn't hold her and soothe her as she cried. Hannah found herself wishing he would and banged her head against the wall, frustrated and angry with herself for wanting it.

"None of that," her captor said sharply. "I won't have you damage yourself, either. Up. The water is warm."

He hadn't lied - the water was warm - but as he turned her body in and out of the spray, moving her where he wanted and washing her gently, Hannah couldn't stop shivering. His hands were gentle, especially when he washed the come from her face with a soft washcloth and dabbed at the skin below her eyes, puffy from crying.

"You're even pretty when you cry," he said, his voice soft and almost affectionate. Hannah wasn't fooled. She didn't think he was capable of affection. Possessiveness, maybe, but not affection.

He dried her off before he dried himself, giving her a chance to really study him for the first time. She estimated that he was in his mid to late forties, something that made her stomach turn - he was old enough to be her father. He kept himself fit, the muscles in his arms and shoulders rippling when he moved, but there was some of the telltale softening around his middle that came with age. He had no tattoos and only one visible scar, a puncture that looked like a knife wound at the base of his ribs in the back.

Before she realized what she was doing, Hannah reached out and rested her fingertips on the scar. It was smooth and white, plainly an old wound. It was the first time she'd touched him willingly, without prompting, and when he looked up at her there was amusement and satisfaction in his blue-green eyes. Hannah snatched her hand back like she'd been burned.

"No need to be shy," he said. "It's natural to be curious. I was the victim of a mugging when I was younger, on my graduate trip through South America. Make no mistake, the rest of the trip was lovely, but if someone on the streets of Bogota demands your wallet, you give it to him. It was a hard lesson to learn."

Hannah said nothing. She didn't want to know about his youthful misadventures, and she certainly didn't want to start thinking about him like a person instead of a monster.

It didn't seem to phase him. He ignored her as he dressed, leaving her to sit on the edge of the bed and fidget, fear tingling in her stomach. The cuffs and the collar were still damp, the wet leather chafing against her skin, but Hannah didn't say anything about it. If she asked him for something, she knew that he would make her earn it, and she couldn't do that again. Not until she absolutely had to.

Once he was dressed, looking oddly casual in faded jeans and a worn T-shirt, he led her into the living room and sat down on the couch, patting the space next to him. When she sat awkwardly, he grabbed her by the collar and pulled her down, arranging her until she lay stretched out across the couch with her head in his lap. Room temperature air felt cold on her still damp, naked skin. He noticed her shivering and pulled a blanket from the back of the couch, covering her up.

He put the news on. Hannah stared at the TV without absorbing anything, letting the babble wash over her and retreating into that dissociative corner of her mind. Maybe if she could stay here, in this state of numb detachment, she could endure. Maybe.

Hannah wasn't sure how much time passed with them curled up on the couch, almost snuggling like a couple. At some point, he nudged her into a sitting position and brushed her hair, like she was a doll. It made her gut twist, remembering what he'd said about making her presentable for company. The dread made her feel sick to her stomach and she was suddenly glad she'd only had a bagel and a mouthful of eggs to eat.

The news cycle was just starting over when the doorbell rang. Hannah cringed, wrapping the blanket tightly around herself and flinching.

Her captor smiled slowly, grabbing her chin and forcing her to meet his eyes. "Hannah," he said, a note of warning in his voice. "Jackson is a good friend, and I expect you to treat him with respect. None of your little fits of rebellion. He knows you're new, so he won't expect perfection. I, on the other hand, know that you're an intelligent little thing and that you've figured out by now how this is supposed to work."

Jackson, Hannah thought, mentally seizing that name and affixing it in her memory.

He left her on the couch to go answer the door. Hannah didn't move except to tuck herself in close to the arm of the couch. He wanted her to cooperate? Fuck him. It couldn't get any worse than it was already.

She didn't look up when she heard voices from the entryway. The first was a boisterous, "Miles! Good to see you!" and Hannah felt a little thrill. She finally had a name to put to her captor's face. Miles. It was a distressingly normal name for such a twisted predator, but Hannah was just happy to have something to call him in her head.

The two of them came into the living room and Hannah finally looked up, eyeing them warily. Jackson looked younger than Miles, but he was also more like the kind of person Hannah had expected to be a rapist creep. His middle was round, he had a long shaggy beard, and his hair was on the long side, tied back into a ponytail. He examined Hannah with hungry brown eyes behind square-framed glasses. She glared.

"Didn't you tell her I was coming?" Jackson asked, tucking his thumbs into the pockets of his jeans.

"I did," Miles said. "Hannah, remember what I said about behaving yourself?"

"Fuck off," Hannah snapped. She was done with playing the meek, frightened little girl.

Jackson snorted. "Still in the rebellious phase, I see," he said.

Hannah ignored him - she was much more worried about the way Miles's eyes hardened. "She was behaving herself perfectly fine five minutes ago," he said, a note of warning in his voice.

"It's fine. You only got her yesterday, right?" Jackson asked. "Wouldn't expect a fresh one to know how to act."

"Hannah is special," Miles said. "At least, I thought she was."

"I'm sure there's plenty special about her, if you're set on keeping her," Jackson said. "How's she suck cock?"

"Like a natural," Miles said. "You want her mouth today?"

"Might want more later, but let's start there," Jackson said.

Hannah's face went hot and she dropped her eyes to the floor, tucking the blanket more firmly around her as Jackson walked around the coffee table and sat on the other end of the couch, spreading his knees wide.

"Hannah," Miles said. "On your knees in front of him."

Hannah's lips compressed into a thin, stubborn line, and she didn't move.

Miles moved much faster than she thought - she only had time to gasp before he grabbed her hair and forced her head down, then hooked his fingers in the back of her collar and twisted. She let out a high, distressed whine when it cut off her air. He pulled, yanking her off the couch, and her knees hit the carpet hard. Hannah thrashed against his hold, struggling for breath, her vision going fuzzy at the edges.

She had to let go of the blanket to try and shove him off, and that was the advantage he'd been looking for. Using the grip on her collar and his body weight, he forced her down to the floor and pulled her arms behind her back, clipping her wrist cuffs together. Then he dragged her across the floor until she knelt in front of Jackson. He finally let go of her collar, and she gasped for air, coughing, her throat sore and her breathing ragged. She tried to struggle up to her knees, but with her hands behind her back she didn't have any leverage, and she ended up pitching forward with her cheek pillowed on Jackson's thigh.

Jackson wound his fingers into her hair and gripped the base of her skull. Then he used his free hand to pop the button on his jeans, working his cock free. He was mostly hard already, a little smaller than Miles but slightly thicker.

Hannah glared up at him. "If you put that near my mouth I'm biting it off," she snapped, and bared her teeth for effect. Jackson's eyes narrowed and he pulled back his hand. Hannah flinched and squeezed her eyes shut, waiting for the blow.

It never came. Instead, she heard Jackson let out a grunt of surprise and looked up to find that Miles had his wrist in a vise grip, his blue eyes chilly with contempt. "She is not yours to correct," he said. "You will not raise your hand to her again."

Jackson leaned back, settling against the couch, the anger clearing from his face. "Damn, Miles, she must really have you twisted up," Jackson said. He grinned down at Hannah. "That's fine, though. I didn't figure she'd be in a cooperative mood, so I brought insurance." Hannah only now noticed that he'd brought a small laptop bag with him. He reached into it now, and produced a metal-and-leather contraption with a wide grin. "Help me get it on her?"

"No!" Hannah shouted, and started to struggle anew. Miles fisted a hand in her hair and yanked her head back. She pressed her lips together, wide-eyed and glaring at Jackson.

Miles's other hand came down over her nose, pressing it shut and making it impossible to breathe. Jackson waited, hands poised. As soon as she gasped for breath, he hooked a thumb behind her lower teeth and pulled her jaw down, fitting the metal into her mouth. Miles helped him fasten the straps around her head, and Hannah figured out what it was as soon as Jackson began turning the crank on the side - it was a gag, one that would hold her mouth open wide enough to take his cock.

Hannah made wordless, vicious sounds, her jaw stretched wide and tears of frustration collecting in her eyes. Miles sighed and let go of her hair, stepping back. "I told you it would be easier for you if you cooperate," he said. "She sucked cock just fine to earn her breakfast."

"She's used to you," Jackson said conversationally, grabbing Hannah by the hair and hauling her forward. His dick smacked her on the cheek, leaving a smear of stickiness on her skin. He pulled her back by the hair, adjusted the angle, and then pushed.

His cock slid into her mouth and down her throat, the only resistance coming from Hannah's gag reflex as she choked. Jackson smelled more strongly of sweat than Miles, and the skin of his cock tasted almost bitter - not that she got to taste more than skin. He shoved her head down hard over the length of it, holding her there as she struggled and retched, only letting her up when her hands started to clench helplessly at the lack of oxygen.

This was so much worse than the slow, patient movements Miles had used at the table. This was brutal and fast - Jackson used her mouth with no concern for how she coughed and gagged around his dick, tears streaming from her eyes. Her throat felt raw and abused, but she couldn't even make sounds to protest, not with his cock lodged down it.

She felt warmth on the back of her thighs and knew that Miles had settled behind her. Jackson's thrusts slowed, until instead of forcing the whole length of his dick down her throat he fucked her mouth shallowly, the head sliding across her tongue.

"Hannah," Miles said. "You remember what I said in the kitchen, about trying to bite?"

Hannah froze, fists clenching. She did remember what he'd said - that if she tried to use teeth he would take her ass without lube. She tried to form an apology, but all that came out was a wet, broken moan around the head of Jackson's dick.

"I understand you probably weren't ready for this yet," Miles said, "but that's no excuse to behave the way you have. So you have two choices here."

Hannah stilled, quieting, letting Jackson thrust shallowly in her mouth without resistance and listening to the 'options'.

"We can take the gag out, and you can come over and suck my cock to show me how sorry you are for misbehaving, but Jackson gets to have your ass however he wants. Or we can leave the gag in and Jackson will use your throat, and I'll take your ass."

Hannah sniffed, opening her eyes and looking up at Jackson. He smirked down at her, and Hannah knew without a doubt that she didn't want his cock anywhere near her ass if the way he fucked her mouth was any indication of how that would go. Miles may be horrible, but he wasn't as horrible as his friend. And... and so far he hadn't hurt her, not even when he spanked her for misbehaving. Out of the two of them, since he was giving her a choice, she'd rather have him do it.

She tried to form the words, but Jackson's mouth twisted cruelly and he shoved his cock down her throat as soon as she took a breath. Hannah whined, trying to pull away. He twisted his hand in her hair and forced her down lower, until her nose was crushed into his pubic hair and she couldn't breathe at all.

Instead of trying to talk, she arched her back and spread her legs, rolling her hips back toward Miles. He chuckled. Hannah couldn't tell if her face was turning red from shame or lack of oxygen. Just when she thought she might pass out, Jackson yanked her up the length of his dick until it was resting just inside her mouth.

"Go on," he said to Miles. "I want to hear her when you do it."

One of Miles's hands slid up her body. Jackson pulled her off his cock completely, and Miles slipped three fingers into her mouth, sliding them over the helpless muscle of her tongue and coating them in her spit. Then he took his fingers away and Jackson's cockhead was back on her tongue, thrusting shallowly.

At the first press of Miles's spit-slicked finger, Hannah's muscles tensed. Miles's other hand grabbed a palmful of her ass, spreading her open as he pushed the finger into her ass. One finger didn't hurt, even as he pressed it all the way to the knuckle, but Hannah made a soft sound nevertheless, shivering, her eyes falling closed.

The second finger did hurt, a little a rough burn as Miles shoved them into her. She heard him spit, and wetness hit her hole. He spread it around with his thumb and twisted his fingers. Hannah groaned, feeling like it was ripped from her chest, and now it was Jackson's turn to chuckle.

"You weren't lying - she is responsive."

"Now you see why I want to keep her," Miles said.

Jackson thrust hard into Hannah's mouth and she gagged around his cock at the same time Miles spread his fingers apart inside her ass. The spit wasn't enough, and she could feel the pull and drag of his fingers as he thrust them in and out and twisted around, loosening up the unused muscle. Hannah's thighs quivered. The sensation was intense, just on this side of too much, and when she could get breath, soft noises fell from her stretched-open mouth.

"I think she wants this," Jackson said, rolling his hips. "I think she wouldn't have come to you in the first place if she didn't want this on some level."

"Oh, she likes being controlled - don't you Hannah?" Miles asked, and as Hannah drew breath to make a protesting sound, he pulled his fingers out and pressed back in with three.

Hannah's eyes flew open and her hands clenched behind her back. The moan that climbed up from her gut was loud, even muffled by Jackson's dick in her mouth, and she sounded desperately wanton.

"Slut," Miles said, his voice content and admiring all in one. The thumb of his free hand brushed the rim of her asshole and he spit on it again, twisting his fingers to spread the saliva. "Pull her off your cock for a minute so I can slick up."

The hand in her hair twisted, and Jackson's dick slid out of her mouth. Miles hooked his fingers in her collar and pulled her to him, pushing his cock down her throat in a smooth, easy slide. Hannah's nostrils flared as she breathed - once again, Miles liked it deep and slow as opposed to Jackon's harsh, punishing pace. When he pulled her off, spit trailed from her mouth to the head of his cock, and despite herself, Hannah strained after it. The longer she spent sucking Miles off, the less she'd have to do it to Jackson.

"You want cock in your mouth that bad, whore?" Jackson asked, meaty hands coming up to grip the sides of her face and yank her back down to his crotch. "You can swallow mine."

Hannah's mouth was forced back down on Jackson's cock as blunt pressure nudged against her asshole. She sucked in a breath through her nose, closing her eyes against the pain.

The breath ripped out of her in a long scream when Miles pushed, the head of his cock breaching her ass. She tried to thrash against their combined grip, but she could barely even twist before Miles's hand came down between her shoulder blades, shoving her down on Jackson's dick. Miles's cock felt huge, even though Hannah knew he wasn't that big, a painful, gritty slide that sent shocks of sensation streaking up her spine.

Miles's thighs pressed flush against her ass and his balls brushed her cunt, and Hannah panted, knowing he was all the way in her ass. Short, broken noises huffed out of her whenever Jackson pulled back, and she choked on his strokes, all of her previous endurance wrecked by the cock in her ass.

More wetness hit her hole, and Miles spread it around with his thumb, drawing back out of her slowly and then shoving back in. Each centimeter of motion set her nerves on fire. Even when Jackson pulled back out of her throat, working the head of his cock over her tongue, she felt like she couldn't breathe.

The white noise receded enough from her mind for her to hear the noises she made when Miles started to fuck her in earnest, little "Ah, ah, ah," sounds that made her want to sink into the floor and disappear.

Jackson pulled her back and slapped her with his cock, leaving her cheeks streaked with spit and precome. "Fuck, she almost makes me wish I could get a new one," he said, pulling her mouth back down on himself. "How's her ass?"

"So tight," Miles grunted, snapping his hips forward. His balls slapped against Hannah's cunt and he ground against her ass, his dick so deep inside her she could feel every inch.

"Hhhahh," Hannah said, closing her eyes.

"Yeah?" Jackson asked, leaning forward, his hand still twisted in her hair. "Who would've thought a slut like her would have a tight ass, huh?"

Miles's movements stilled. It was too much when he held still, stretching her wide and spread open. After a moment she found herself making tiny circling movements with her hips, trying to get him to move to relieve the intense feeling of penetration. Miles grabbed her hips with both hands, pulled her back against him and held her there, fingers gripping tight enough to bruise.

"That wasn't part of the deal," Miles said, and Hannah tried to concentrate enough to listen.

"I said I'd start with her mouth and see where we went from there," Jackson said.

"I don't want her harmed," Miles said, and Hannah realized what they were talking about.

She whimpered, arching her back, pressing back against Miles, and shook her head as much as she could with Jackson's dick in her mouth. She could tell Miles was the kind to go for slow and overwhelming rather than fast and brutal, and Hannah didn't want the latter. Jackson shoved his hips up and her head down, and she choked on his cock, trying not to struggle against his grip. She struggled to speak, knowing it was impossible. Please please don't let him please I can't, he'll hurt me, please-

"Well if you won't let me fuck her ass, at least get her up in my lap so I can come in her cunt," Jackson said. Hannah whined, because she wasn't honestly sure which was worse.

Miles ground against her. "All right," he said.

Jackson yanked her off his cock and Miles withdrew, slowly, from her ass. Hannah hung her head, eyes closed, blonde curls spilling around her face. The two of them had to manhandle her into Jackson's lap, spreading her legs wide around his round thighs. "Lift up," Miles said.




Lovely Dove 04



Hannah couldn't fight anymore. They would do whatever they wanted with her, and if she fought it she would only get hurt - really hurt, not just swatted a few times. She flexed her thighs. One of Jackson's hands wrapped around her hip, and the other guided his cock into her slick, empty cunt. She sank down on the length of it, his girth stretching her, feeling like a fuck doll in his grip.

"Lean forward, Hannah," Miles said, voice rough.

The gag still stretched her jaw wide, drool sliding from the corners of her mouth. Miles wrapped a hand around the nape of her neck and pushed her down until her face was pressed into the crook of Jackson's neck. He grabbed both cheeks of her ass and pulled her wide open, hooking his thumbs into her raw, sore hole.

Jackson groaned and fucked up into her. "You gonna fuck her ass still?"

"She's being punished for misbehaving," Miles said. "It would defeat the purpose if the punishment ceased just because you wanted to get your due."

Hannah cried out, her voice loud and unmuffled. Miles was spreading her open, pulling with both thumbs, and her asshole clenched uselessly against the stretch. He spat into her hole, rubbing with his thumbs, and then his cock was back, pressing into her even though she was already split wide on Jackson's.

Miles hooked his fingers in Hannah's mouth, two of them, and pulled her head to the side. His chest was flush against her back, their skin sliding together. She could feel every inch of his cock inside her, just like she felt every inch of Jackson's sliding against her thin inner walls.

She was bracketed in at all sides, stuffed full - especially when Miles shoved another finger in her mouth, then another, his thumb pressing against her jaw and the four fingers stroking her tongue. He pulled her head back, sitting her upright in Jackson's lap, and the new angle made their cocks sink deeper inside her.

Jackson started to move first, grabbing her hips in both hands and fucking up into her with hard, shallow strokes. Hannah shuddered and went limp, sagging back into Miles's grip, her head lolling on his shoulder. He dragged his free hand up her side and played with her breasts, moving from one to the other, palming and squeezing them and tweaking her nipples. It sent little shocks of pleasure through her. Miles panted into the skin of her neck and started to thrust too.

The painful slide of his cock in her ass pushed it over the edge into too much, and Hannah's brain felt like it short-circuited. She couldn't think, couldn't stop trembling. The noises coming from her throat were raw and wrecked, fucked-out, almost screams. One of Jackson's hands left her hip to join in the fondling of her breasts.

Miles licked the side of her neck, traced his tongue over her ear, and pressed his mouth to it to whisper hot and filthy, "Hannah, lovely, you're doing so well, taking both of us like this - fuck, listen to you, you fucking love this don't you? Spread out and stuffed full. I bet you'd come on our cocks if I let you, wouldn't you?"

Hannah moaned, shaking her head. It was so much, too much, the drag and pull of Miles's cock in her ass as well as the too-full feeling from Jackson in her cunt.

"I think I could make you," Miles growled. "What about it, Jackson, you want to feel her squeeze down when she comes?"

"Fuck yeah," Jackson said, driving his cock up hard. 

Hannah squeaked, indignant, but couldn't do anything to stop Miles from shoving a hand down her body, squeezing it in between her and Jackson, and pressing his fingers to her clit.

She bucked, her eyes flying open. Jackson smirked at her, his expression hazy with lust. Miles worked his fingers against her and Jackson's mouth fell open on a dirty groan when Hannah tightened around the cocks inside her, still shaking her head helplessly from side to side, pinned between the two of them, legs pulled wide. The pressure on her clit tipped it over the edge from too-much-too-full to unbelievable pleasure, thrumming through her veins and centering between her legs.

"She's close," Miles panted in her ear. "I can tell. She starts to shake when she gets close - fuck - Hannah - come for me, pretty slut."

Hannah couldn't help it. The hot breath on her ear, the way he shoved his dick all the way in her ass and ground it there, the firm circling of his fingers over her clit sent her spiraling over the edge with a long scream, her back bowing, thighs trembling.

Miles moaned and fucked her through it, stuttering strokes, and then he stilled balls-deep. Hannah could feel his dick pulsing as he emptied himself in her ass. "Good girl," he said, and pulled out of her. She shivered when his warmth left her back and his fingers slipped out of her mouth, leaving her to pitch forward until she lay against Jackson's bulk again.

"Squeeze your ass tight, slut, don't let that come out," Jackson growled. Hannah whimpered and tried to comply, tensing the muscles in her cunt and her ass, tightening up around him. Now that Miles was gone, he could pound into her in earnest. He grabbed her ass in both hands and bounced her up and down on his cock, wringing helpless sounds from her throat.

"Fuck, help me turn her around," Jackson said, pulling Hannah up off his dick. Hannah opened her eyes blearily, exhausted and sore, as Miles turned her around and pulled her down onto the carpet, arranging her with her legs spread and her ass in the air. "Spread her open. I'm going to shoot in her sloppy asshole."

Miles grabbed both her asscheeks and pulled. Hannah stopped tensing, going boneless with her face pressed onto the floor, drool spilling from her mouth onto the carpet. Her ass felt raw, fucked open and loose. She heard Jackson shift, then grunt, then the sound of skin slapping skin as he jerked off over her wide-open hole.

"Fuck," he said, and Hannah felt the hot, wet splash of his come inside her gaping asshole, sliding down her inner walls and mingling with the come already there.

"Stay like that," Miles said, stroking his hand down Hannah's back to her flank. "Keep it inside you." Hannah made a soft noise of protest but did as she was told, not moving as he unbuckled the gag from behind her head and carefully removed it. Her jaw was sore, and her lips raw from being stretched wide. Hannah gratefully closed her mouth, but otherwise didn't twitch a muscle. Her face was covered in spit and precome, her hair tacky with sweat, and the insides of her thighs were wet with her own come and fluids.

"God, Miles, she's fucking perfect, even if she does have a stubborn streak. I'm jealous now," Jackson said.

"I got lucky," Miles said. "Did you get everything you wanted?"

"And more," Jackson said. "I'll let you know when I'm done, but it shouldn't take longer than tomorrow afternoon."

"Thanks," Miles said.

Hannah heard their footsteps leave the room, but she stayed put, clenching her ass closed to keep the come inside her like she'd been told. Compared to Jackson, Miles was good to her. Miles didn't hurt her badly, and he wasn't cruel for no reason. She found herself wanting to do as he said, so he would call her a good girl and wouldn't let his fat, sweaty friends fuck her.

She was so lost in thought that she didn't notice Miles had returned until he grabbed a handful of her ass and pulled her open again. "Relax, Hannah," he said, and something blunt and plastic pressed against her fucked-out asshole. It was big, almost as big around as Jackson's cock, stretching her wider than Miles had. A raw, pained noise spilled from her lips, but she fought to relax and take it, and when the widest part slipped into her with an obscene squelch, she gave a whole-body shiver and went boneless.

Miles unclipped her cuffs from each other and pulled her up from the floor, smoothing her hair back from her face. He sat her on the couch and settled next to her with a damp washcloth, cleaning the drying spit from her face.

"I'm not pleased with the way you acted, Hannah," Miles said. Hannah stared at him, wide-eyed and afraid, all of her defiance stripped away. "I'm not even certain that you've learned your lesson - I don't think I should have let you come, just now, except Jackson wanted it and I wasn't going to deny a guest. What do you have to say for yourself?"

Hannah dropped her eyes, unmoving and silent as he continued to run the washcloth gently over her skin, cleaning her of sweat. After a few moments of silence he pinched one of her nipples and twisted. Hannah gasped, eyes flying back to his face.

"I asked you a question," Miles said.

Hannah fidgeted, the plug in her ass pressing up inside her whenever she moved, causing little twinges of pain mixed with the oddly pleasurable sensation of having her ass full. There was steel in his eyes, though, and Hannah had already pushed her luck enough for one day.

"I'm sorry," she whispered.

"Sorry what?" Miles asked, twisting her other nipple.

"I'm sorry... sir," Hannah said.

"It's 'master' now," Miles said, running his fingers along her collar. "I've never felt so protective of my property before, but when Jackson wanted your ass - I knew he'd ruin you. I couldn't have that. You're mine, Hannah - always. So try again, properly."

Hannah swallowed, her eyes locked on his. There was no going back from this. She knew she was poised on the edge of resistance and capitulation, and if she fell over now, it would only be a downward slide to a point of no return.

"I'm sorry master," she said, raw and broken.

Miles pulled her to him by her collar, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her into his lap. It made the plug shift inside her, and Hannah shivered, relaxing in the circle of his arms despite herself. "It's all right, lovely. I forgive you. You'll learn, and you'll do better, and you'll be absolutely perfect, just like I knew you would. Good girl."