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In the Darkness

By: Halo_n_horns



My husband and I always take a bit of time to ourselves to get out of town and go somewhere where no one knows us and we can cut loose and get out of our regular work and home personalities. In the past we've gone to such places as Los Angeles, San Francisco, Las Vegas and even Reno, because of my husband's business traveling he always knows the best hotels to go have some fun and unwind.

This time we went back to Reno, though it wasn't exactly my favorite place because of its size it did seem to be a bit nicer because of some new hotels and additions and improvements to a few of the ones that were already there. This was to be a three-night stay and because of some business he had got done several weeks earlier most of our stay was to be "comped" by the "Peppermill". Our suite was perfect compared to the last time we stayed in Reno. The Peppermill is actually south of the main batch of hotels that are clumped together in the downtown area. Our room was on the north side of the hotel and when the curtains were open we could see through the floor-to-ceiling windows all the lights of the downtown area. It was a beautiful sight and the first night we were there we made wonderful love for at least a couple of hours in front of those windows with none of our room lights on. But, it was the second night that my husband really had something special in store for me.

After a day of skiing at Lake Tahoe and a beautifully romantic dinner at Adele's in Reno we went back to our hotel to sit at the bar and have some drinks. I was looking forward to hitting the roman tub in our room and soaking away the day of skiing. My husband said that he had something special planned for me that tonight and he hoped that our day of skiing and all the good "wining and dining" hadn't exhausted me too much? I must admit that I was pretty tired from all the fun, but there was a mischievous look in his eyes that told me with no uncertainty that I should take him up on his offer. I said yes and he told me that he was going to go up to our suite and get cleaned up. He asked to wait for thirty minutes before coming up to the room and he was very adamant that I knock five times slowly before entering. I was a bit put off by having to wait for half-a-frickin'-hour before going up, but he just grinned coyly and said, "I love you" as he turned and went up to the room.

Twenty minutes passed and I was sitting there at that bar with some fat, slob of a drunk oogling over me from across the bar. I was a bit surprised when I turned my head from looking at him and found myself face to face with a very attractive man who had sat down next to me. He asked if the drunk was bothering me and he told me that he could get rid of him if I'd like him to. I told him thank you and said that it was okay, I was only going to be there another five or ten minutes because my husband upstairs getting a surprise ready for me. He then had the bartender bring me another drink and we made small talk for the remainder of the time that I was at the bar. He was olive-complexioned with dark brown hair that was wavy and almost shoulder-length. 

He wasn't what I would call suave and debonair but he was attractive in his business-casual suit and he gave off a pleasant "rough and tumble" vibe that was getting me more aroused than I had been already from trying to imagine what my husband was planning for me. Our small talk ended up going several minutes past my thirty-minute curfew and I almost had to tear myself from the now humidified leather barstool. It was hard to stop looking into his green eyes and I must admit that though I am a very happily married woman this very exotic man had me captivated for the fraction of time that we were at that bar. I did finally bid him "a due" and my mind was spinning from the drinks and thoughts of what my husband was up to and the eroticism of the man at the bar. Whatever exhaustion my body was experiencing from the day's activities were now gone and overwhelmed by adrenalin and an imagination gone wild.

Finally I got our suite and I almost forgot to knock as instructed. I did so and heard my husband's voice tell me to come in but to be careful. I entered to find the room completely dark. Even the downtown lights couldn't illuminate the room from the edges of the closed curtains. My husband then asked me to take three steps straight ahead and stand completely still. I was still in a pleasant euphoria and I think I giggled as I did what he said. I then felt him come up from behind me and press close to my body. I reached behind me to feel him and found that he was not only naked but also his penis was as hard as it could be and standing almost straight up from his toned body. He then asked if he could blindfold me just to insure that I would not see anything that he had worked so hard to plan and carry out. I accepted readily and felt myself growing more moist and anxious for whatever was to come next. That's when he gave me a set of rules that I had to abide by for the evening's festivities:

No giggling.

I wasn't allowed to say anything in a tone louder than a whisper and that was inclusive of moaning.

If at any time I wasn't comfortable with what he was doing I had permission to flatly say so and he would stop that activity.

Any requests that I had could only be said in the tone of a whisper and they would not necessarily be granted.

If at any time he wanted to change the rules or add to them it was his choice to do so and the rule or change had to abided by just as if he said at the beginning of the fun.

Lastly: if at any point I broke a rule ALL fun would stop, the lights would come on and nothing further would be done that evening. No matter how far the activities had gone!

Now I was soaking with anticipation as I enthusiastically agreed and almost fouled up right then and there as I nearly forgot to whisper. My light-headedness was now adding to my excitement and the mild euphoria I was experiencing on the way up to the room was growing slowly. 

His hands reached around me and slowly began undoing the buttons on my blouse then he untucked its ends from my skirt. I could feel him drape it over one of his arms as he then undid my skirt and knelt behind me to lower it to my feet. He then asked me to take one step forward to step from my skirt. When I did so I heard him pick it up from the floor, shake it a bit then he left the room for a moment to put the clothing in the bedroom. I heard the closet door close then I heard him come back into the room. The coolness of the air on my skin had raised delicious goose bumps and every light touch made me tingle all over. 

He was completely silent as he slowly touched me to make sure of where I was standing then he slowly removed my bra and panty's, again moving slowly and this time he lightly caressed my skin as he removed my final articles of cumbrance. It was obvious that he was making a purposeful effort to not let me feel his body, only his hands. When I humbly whispered a request to feel him again he denied me and said that I could touch him the next time I felt his body press to mine. This tease was incredible and the center of my pleasure spot was tingling and aching for attention by this point. I felt his fingertips gently scratch my goose pimpled skin and the edges of my breasts where they met my ribs. 

Mild spasms and massive electric tingles shot through my body as he did this to me and I nearly exploded into an orgasm just standing there. His hands that massaged my breasts and their warmth was intoxicating me even further in the cool air of the room. No amount of alcohol ever made me feel this way and never before had any man ever made me feel this drunk from sensations. His hands then went flat and all I could feel were the soft palms of each of his hands very gently rubbing only the ends of my erect nipples. I was so on the verge of yelling for him to take me, but all I could think of was the last rule he gave me to abide by. I didn't want this to end.

His hands left my breasts then he took one of my hands in his own and asked me to carefully come with him. I could tell from the direction we went that we were headed for the bedroom and my mind began to imagine a relief from this intense torture of wonderful teasing. This was not yet to be the case. Since we had basically stayed the previous night out in the living room area of our suite I was not able to completely remember how the bedroom was arranged. My husband gently made sure that I did not stub a toe or trip over anything as he brought me to a particular spot, turned me around and had me sit down on the edge of what I discovered to be a metal folding chair. To say the least it was cold as hell on my ass and I nearly screamed when my skin touched it. I managed to keep my reaction to no more than a muted gasp and this was obviously ok with my husband. It was also obvious that he did that on purpose to test me. I heard him giggle a bit and I could imagine the smirk he gets on his face when he does something as a sort of sublime prank.

He then took my hands and brought them behind me. With my ass on the edge of the seat there was plenty of space for me to grasp the back edge of the seat, as he wanted me to. He then told me that under no circumstance could I remove my hands unless he told me to. This was another rule to be followed. I felt him carefully straddle me and place his still erect penis to my lips. He rubbed the head against my lips and was careful to take it away when my lips parted to receive him in my mouth. I wanted this so badly, but this was part of the tease and it was all his rules. 

Though now it was obvious to me that there must've been a light of some sort in the room so he could see my lips part, I strained to catch a glimpse of any light at all but could not see any through my blindfold. He was now tracing the head of his erection all over my face and neck and then across my collarbone and down to my nipples that were still on fire from his touching me previously. My breathing this whole time was deep and at times when he touched me I caught myself holding my breath in anticipation of what I hoped he was about to do. But, each time he would pull away and change the pace of what was happening. 

This was no different this time as he soon pulled away from me. His hands gently parted my knees, he spread them far apart which made my position on the chair a bit precarious. Still I was not about to complain as my body and mind were now writhing in a torturous but blissful pleasure. His hands kept my knees wide as all I could feel otherwise was his tongue diving deep into my soft and very wet folds. He plunged it deep into my opening then did a thorough exploration of all the folds, nooks and crannies before finding the niblet that was already on fire and causing much of my sweet discomfort.

His tongue flickered and teased, rubbed hard the caressed softly then at a speed I could only imagine a hummingbird's wings achieving he jutted over it softly and several times in just a few eternal moments he brought me to the edge of ecstasy only to pull me back without allowing me relief from my agony. I was now begging for relief in whispers that I'm sure bordered on being too loud. The frustration of his rules kept me at bay as I was now too far gone to want to chance him simply stopping the pleasure and torture of this night. I could hear him adjust his body position and he made it so that he crouched in a way that his knees were now keeping my legs spread and his hands were now free. 

He continued to tease and pleasure my tiny pleasure spot with his tongue while one of his hands gently massaged my fleshy folds and he inserted a couple of fingers into me from the other hand. Instantly he was touching me inside like he had never touched me before. His motions weren't just random strokes in and out, but instead he was almost hunting for particular places inside of and each time he found one spot in particular he would gently work it, and me, into a fever like I've never experienced. Several times over I almost went over the edge and each time, as he had done previously, he stopped me completely crossing the line. I couldn't turn back and I couldn't say anything that would bring this to a sudden stop. I was at his mercy and he knew it.

Finally he stopped the teasing between my legs and I felt him pull away. He took my hands from their position behind me and had me stand up from the chair. I was exhausted and on fire with the sensations that he had inflicted on me. I couldn't imagine what he was up to next and I'm so happy about that.

I could soon feel the comforter on the bed brushing against my trembling legs. My husband turned me so that my back was to the bed and felt him maneuver to sit behind me on the bed. I heard him getting comfortable when he asked me to sit down on the bed and scoot up between his legs until I could lie against his chest and belly. I found this a bit puzzling, but since in the past it has always been a favorite activity of mine to lie against him and pleasure myself during those times when he is too tired to perform for me, I didn't question him and did as I was asked. 

Sure enough, once I was comfortable against him I felt him begin tracing my favorite vibrating toy over my breasts. I relaxed and enjoyed the sensations for a bit until he asked me to take the toy and begin using it myself. I figured that finally, one way or another, I was going to get some relief. I took the toy and immediately plunged into my aching and dripping tunnel and began feverishly pleasuring myself. My breathing became very erratic once again as I was soon looking forward to an earth-shaking orgasm that I would not soon forget. Then he says to me, "Don't be shocked by what you're about to feel."

Before I could respond to what he just said I felt a soft palm over each of my nipples rubbing them as they had been when I originally came into the suite and was undressed. I inhaled loudly and found myself unknowing of how to react. My body was engulfed in the flames of the sensations that had been created within me. My head was suddenly spinning with passion and fear and confusion and as I felt one of the stranger's hands leave the breast that it was so softly caressing and gently trace downward I realized that this was the pair of hands that had been touching me earlier and not my husband's as I had assumed. Then the hand that left my breast found my dripping womanhood and as I felt a couple of fingers preparing to enter me I grabbed my blindfold and my husband quickly stopped me from removing it. "I love you, and you know that I won't let any harm come to you" he whispered softly in my ear, "just wait a bit longer and I'll take this off of you."

I was hesitant but now curiosity was added to my sexual frustration along with the reassurance that my husband will not allow anything bad to happen to me. I relaxed my grip on the blindfold and the stranger's fingers gently found their way inside me. They massaged me and soon found the spot that almost caused me to explode earlier. Again I realized that that was not my husband earlier that was down between my legs and this fact was further proven when I felt the stranger's face between my legs and suddenly creating sensations identical to those I felt before when I thought it was my husband's fingers, mouth and tongue bringing me such divine pleasures. I could feel the fires in my belly growing into an inferno and I knew that holding out in accordance with my husband's rules for much longer was not going to be possible. The skillful stranger then relaxed the efforts being made to keep me from going over the edge and this caused me to beg not only for relief but to see the person who my husband had put in his place to so thoroughly tear my senses to shreds with these excessive pleasures.

Finally he removed my blindfold and soon my eyes adjusted to the candle-lit room and between my legs lapping and tonguing my swollen folds was this beautiful woman whom I had never seen before. Her hair was dark and long and her skin was glowing like fire from all the candles in the room. She looked up at me and stopped her activity to quietly ask if I would like her to stop? 

"God, no." was the only reply I could muster as my head fell back against my husband's chest. She then asked if I would mind if she enjoyed herself even more while she was pleasuring me? "Please do." Was as much as I could get out between breaths as all I wanted was for this to continue, I gave no real thought to what she actually meant.

From the bathroom stepped a man. This wasn't just any man; it was the gentleman that I met downstairs at the bar when I was waiting to come up to the room. He was naked and beautiful in the light of the candles. His green eyes were now ablaze and piercing in the warm light. He stared straight into my eyes as he stepped into full view. His body was as powerful and toned as I imagined it to be when I met him earlier. His erection was proud and powerful as he slowly positioned himself behind the woman who was again intensifying her efforts between my legs. Slowly he entered her and her moan reverberated across my now so sensitive flesh.

My body again covered in goose pimples and my husband was now massaging and kneading my breasts and my eyes were transfixed on this man who was now making love to me vicariously through this woman. Our stare never broke until finally my body could take no more and I crashed with complete abandon into the abyss of ecstasy. My body became like it was possessed as I shuttered then convulsed and thrashed with a series of explosions from within me that had never even dared to dream possible. The beautiful woman stayed pressed into my flesh as my own excitement along with the thrusts of this incredible man behind her sent her over the edge followed closely by a roar from her assailant as he let loose his own flood deep within her.

For a wonderful eternity contained within a few short minutes the three of us trembled and shook against eachother. I looked up at my husband who was the only one in the room who had not yet had his well-deserved reward. Sweetly he said "I love you" and I replied in kind adding a whispered "Thank you". The nameless couple stood and helped me up from the bed as gently as they could. They helped me to the roman tub that I had now completely forgotten about and helped me step into the hot and soothing water. Each of them sponged my body softly and the beautiful woman gave me the softest and most passionate kiss that I had ever had.

I felt myself slipping from consciousness and I looked to find my husband at the end of the tub just staring at me with a grin of complete contentment. The nameless couple then arose from pampering me and quietly left my side. Shortly after I heard the door to the suite close and I knew they were gone.

"What about yours?" I asked my man tenderly.

"Tomorrow." He said softly.

In The Darkness



You walk through the door and into the house. You know he is around but all the lights are out and in the darkness, you can't see anything. Feeling your way around the house, you go through open doorways. You long to find a light but he warned of you turning one on and you dare not disobey him tonight of all nights. This is a one time thing, only for this night and this place and Him, and then you will go back to your normal life and never delve into this sort of thing again. The deal was tonight and he would do all things you dream about and then you would leave, nothing was to be held back, no limits, nothing but a safe word of "ducky" to save you. Which is why you are staggering through this house in the dark but you have been here before and, luckily, it's small; as you pass through the doorway to the bedroom, you feel him behind you. His arm goes around your waste and his other hand covers your mouth. You know it's him, the way he smells is very familiar to you. You attempt to ask something but his hand presses more firmly against your mouth making sure you can't speak. He picks you up and moves you forward, tossing you roughly onto the bed. He climbs on top of you, pinning you down to the bed with his body. You feel his hand at your throat as he strips you out of your clothes. The shirt is the first thing off, followed by the pants. As ordered you aren't wearing a bra or panties. 

It is here that you start struggling. Your mind is racing and the second thoughts appear and suddenly this doesn't seem like the best idea. You push his hand away and try to roll off the bed. He catches you and holds onto you. His strength has always been greater and he pushes you across his lap. He wraps his fingers in your hair and pulls sharply back. It paralyzes you a moment with pain and then his hand comes down on your naked ass. It is but the first of many spanks he places on your ass. You lose count after 15 or so but still his hand slaps into your flesh. You bite you lip at first then clinch your jaw but in the end you whimper and moan as he spanks your ass. His hand slide off your ass and to your shame and a little thrill runs through you as the two of you, both realize how wet you are from the punishment you have just received. He fingers work along your slit as he pulls on your hair. You writhe and let out a little gasp of pleasure as he toys with your pussy.

It is not fair that he and this has this kind of power of you. To your shame, you have to admit that you really love it: the way he touches you, the way he owns you, the way he takes you, all is so hot. 

He relentlessly teases you. You try to roll over and you try to find some way to turn the tables on him but over his lap and your hair being pulled is no way to gain the upper hand. Not to mention his fingers caressing the skin around your pussy and all the squirming you are doing.

He pulls you up and kisses you, fiercely. That numbing kind of kiss that always gets your hormones raging and tosses you into the chaos but damn he can kiss. He lays you back across the bed, still kissing you, distracting you. His hands roam across your body as you kiss, his fingers teasing and caressing your skin. To be honest, you melt. This is why you don't notice until it is too late and the first piece of rope or strap, you aren't sure, goes around your wrist. Breaking the kiss you look over at your wrist then back up at him. In the darkness you, barely, make out the rope and his face but you can almost feel that smug look on him. It drives you nuts and turns you on at the same time, that smile of his because it says he has you and you are his to toy with and take. Your other hand slaps him across the face; your attempt to wipe that smirk off of his face.

"Now, now," He says. Grabbing your free hand and slamming it to the bed. He quickly ties it and puts his hand around your throat.

Squeezing your throat and choking you ever so slightly as he does so he leans down and kisses then bites your lower lip. The pain is sweet and short, causing you to shiver a little with excitement. His hand slides along your throat up to your chin and he grips your face in his hand. Digging his fingers in slightly, he turns your face to the side and stares at your neck. You know what his plans are and you don't resist as he lowers his mouth to your neck. He bites down hard on the flesh of your neck working up and down on side of it. You moan and squirm as the pain and pleasure mix as he ravages your neck. He switches to the other side but instead of biting, he places soft kisses up and down your neck. He, slowly, kisses his way down your body; lips touching your nipples as he works his way past your breasts. You groan as he skips past your tight little pussy and goes down one thigh, his hands dragging across your skin as he goes lower and lower. 

It comes as a little shock as you feel the first strap go around your ankle then the other. He pulls them tight, pinning your legs to the bed. You feel so helpless your arms are spread and your legs are spread wide for him. It makes your pussy drip knowing he can do anything to you and he probable will. His hands slide back up, stroking your inner thigh as they move until he reaches your pussy. Lightly, brushing across your clit as he teases your pussy and his mouth hovers over it. You can feel his breath on your cunt as he slowly and gently plays with you. You struggle against the restraints, not to get away but to bring his fingers inside you or his mouth. You can feel the wetness of your pussy sliding down because of his touch and also because of the helplessness you feel, the total loss of control.

He moves up to your face and kisses you fiercely as he pulls sharply on your hair, twisting your head to one side. He leans to your ear.

"Does my little fuck toy want something?" He asks you, quietly but firmly.

You moan in reply.

"I asked you a question little one, Does my little fuck toy want something," he asks again, his voice gruffer and with a hint of threat.

"Yes, sir, I want you to fuck me," You say to him.

"Not yet little one... not yet but better," He tells you.

He lets go of your hair and reaches over and pulls out a blindfold; with the utmost care, he places it over your head and eyes. The next thing you feel is his hard cock rubbing up against your pussy. The head slides along your slit, covering it with your wetness and rubbing some of his precum on you. You rock your hips a little trying to get it inside but he is more than ready for that as he pulls his cock away. 

"Now, now, behave, I will take you when I want you, not when you do," He says, infuriatingly.

The bed shifts as he gets off of it and there is only silence for a bit. Your mind starts wondering what he is doing and what he is planning. It roams through ideas of what you would like and how things would feel. You lost in your reverie, a mixture of turning yourself on and helpless when a sharp bit of cold makes its presence known. You gasp as it works it way down your neck and you realize that it's an ice cube. You shiver and quiver as he circles each of your nipples with it and goes down your stomach. You strain against the ropes because of the cold and the excitement unsure if you really want to get away or just to guide his hand. You fail. His hand and the ice cube make strange, random patterns across your stomach. The ice cube leaves a trail of cool water across your skin and you gasp as he goes lower and lower. The ice cube reaches your pussy and he swirls it around your clit and then slides it down along your lips just, just barely pushing between them. It is all you can do not to scream in frustration and because of the coldness. The contact is just a little longer and then gone, the cube making its way down your inner thigh and down to your ankle then gone from your skin.

You shiver for a moment and then his tongue follows the trail of water back up. His mouth caressing your skin as his tongue glides over your thigh, then your pussy, across your stomach, around your nipples and to your neck. Once that is done, he kisses you passionately and scraps his teeth across your bottom lip. You respond trying to make the kiss last longer but he pulls away. Your blindfold is removed for a moment as he shows you what he will use on you next. It's his police baton. Black and wooden, an old school night stick; he holds it so you can see and then runs it along your chest. The wood is cool and slick as it slides over your skin and he brings it to rest against your throat. He pins your neck in the crook of it and undoes one of your bindings at a time. The baton never gives you an inch to escape. Once he is done untying you, he looks down at you. 

"Roll over, slut and get on all fours," He commands, as he removes the stick from your neck.

You look up at him and, slowly and mockingly, get onto all fours. His had comes down with a sharp smack on your ass. You yelp and look back at him. He glares at you and ties down your ankles. Loosing the straps, just enough to reach your wrists, he finishes restraining you. Glancing at him with downcast eyes, you see him climbing onto the bed behind you. His baton slides along your spine as he brings it over your ass and slides it between your legs. He runs the length of it across your pussy, making you shiver with a touch of fear mixed with anticipation. The rather large end of it presses against your entrance, both your pussy and it covered with your juices. You not sure that will fit but you want it to as he pushes against you. Slowly, it slides in filling you up and making you cum a little as it does. 

"mmmmmm...ooooooo...mmmmmm push that please hard," You moan and gasp out.

"Oh really? Someone is a naughty little slut tonight," He says, chuckling.

"MMMMhhhmmmm Uhuhhhuhhhh," You say, pushing against the baton.

He fucks you hard and fast with it, once you are accustomed to it but it stretches your pussy almost too painfully but it feels really good in a way that you can't begin to describe. The baton pistons in and out of your pussy, you can barely think as he continues to drive it in and out of you. You feel the smooth wood as it pounds your pussy. He is relentless with it and you feel yourself building to a climax.

"Mmmmmmm ugggggg uuhhhhhmmmm," You moan out as he fucks you with it.

"Does my little slut want to cum?" He asks.

"Ye...ss Yeess... Please...," You manage to get out.

He, abruptly, pulls the baton out.

"You get to cum when I say you can, slut," He tells you.

A shudder ripples its way through you as he pulls it out and you almost cum right then but manage to hold it in, but only because you are afraid of cumming without his permission. You feel his fingers slowing stroking your pussy and then they are gone. A sucking sound comes from behind you as he stands up and leaves the room for a moment. Twisting in your restraints and trying to see what he is getting for you; managing to turn around you see him walk in with a empty bottle. He sees you looking and grins at you.

"Um, I know I talked about that once but ...," You stutter out.

He sets it down next to the bed and smiles at you.

"Well, then I will untie you and strap you back down on your back," He says to you and sets his words to action.

You don't fight or struggle at all as you lay back down on the bed. He ties your legs and arms down, pulling the straps really tight. You are spread eagle on the bed as he lifts your head and places a pillow underneath you. From this position, you can see the entire length of your body. He reaches over and picks up the bottle, an evil smile on his face. He rolls the bottle across your stomach and catches it. Holding it up to you, he lowers it slowly towards your dripping cunt. You not only feel it slide slowly into you but you also see every inch of it as he violates your little pussy with a bottle. It is so hot, watching him do this to you and feeling it. You roll your head and slowly rise up your ass to accept the bottle deeper into you. He reaches over and covers your mouth with your free hand as he picks up the pace with the bottle. Not quite pounding your pussy, but definitely, fast and firm; the bottle works your little pussy. You moan into his hand and it turns you on that he isn't letting you vocalized your pleasure. He has deprived you of even speaking and even refusing his attentions.

You tremble a little as the bottle goes in and out of your pussy, you get lost in the sensations. All of this has put your brain on hold and your hormones into the driver's seat. All you want to do is cum and not with bottle inside you. You want him inside you. His cock filling you up and he fucks you relentlessly, driving your ass into the bed but the bottle is good enough to satisfy that need for the moment. You wiggle your hips as, trying to get the bottle to hit the right spot for you. He rolls it and turns in it side you as you move with the rhythm of it. He lifts his hand off of your mouth and leans down and kisses you as the bottle continues to work your cunt. You respond to that kiss, like you haven't in a long time. Passion, desire, pleasure and the pure wickedness of it all is channeled through you lips to his and for a moment his will and control cracks. He growls deep in his throat as he pauses with the bottle.

It gives you more than a little satisfaction as you know you can get to him.

He breaks the kiss and puts the blindfold back on and the bottle is pulled away from your body. His finger tips toy with your skin as you lie there wondering what will come next. You mouth is coerced into open by his fingers and a piece of cloth is shoved in, effectively gagging you. You taste something familiar on it. It is his precum. He stuck his boxers into your mouth. You moan in pleasure at the taste and the feel of the gag in your mouth. You feel his lips, his tongue, and his teeth on your skin as he kisses, caresses and nibbles on your body. He sucks your nipples into his mouth and tongue swirls around each one. His fingers digging into your skin as they slide around your body and you moan into your gag. He has total control over you right now, what you feel, what you think and you love it. He is playing you like a piano, getting muffled moans with every caress.

You have no idea how much time is passed as this teasing torture continues. Lost in the sensations of his tongue on your skin, his teeth on your neck and his fingers stroking your pussy and, of course, still blindfolded and gagged; all you know is that you are so horny and so want his cock inside you. Writhing on his bed, the straps holding you down, it has been a long time since you felt this helpless and out of control and you love every moment of it.

The gag is removed and so is the blindfold, the first thing you see is his hard cock in your face.

"Open up cum slut," He commands.

Obediently, you open your mouth a little and he forces his dick into your mouth. He grabs your head and pulls on your hair all the while pushing his member deeper into you. You gag a little but readjust to take it all in as he fucks your face. The taste of his cock is heavenly at this moment and the roughness he is using with is just causing your pussy to drip more and more. His cock is pushing into your mouth and your tongue moves against it, you are doing your best to lick it. You have never gotten him to cum in your mouth and you are dying for it but you know he will never let that happen tonight. His control over you is complete and you are his little fuck toy.

"Such a good little cocksucker, aren't you?" He asks, rhetorically.

You can't speak or nod even but you love the sound of that.

"My little fuck toy and I bet you just want me to fuck you hard and fast until I cum. I may even let you cum too, little one."

His cock slips in and out of your mouth as he continues face fucking you. He turns you on so much which when he talks dirty to you and you really want to say something back but you can't o you just moan as best as you can in agreement.

He pulls it out of your mouth after going deep inside your throat. You try to keep it in or get it back but you can't with his grip on your hair. You pout up at him.

"Now, now, you know those cute little eyes of yours don't work on me, darling," He says smugly as he slides his body down yours.

The head of his cock slides up and down your pussy as he stares at you expectantly. You know what he wants and you know what he wants you to say but you decide to be a brat and keep your mouth shut. He stares at you and sees that look of stubbornness on your face; it is one of things that always irritated you the most which is he knows you and can read you. He shakes his head sadly and slaps your inner thigh. It stings but you keep quiet. He reaches over and pulls out his black leather belt. Climbing off the bed, he unties your legs and holding them tightly against him pushes them up so your ass is exposed.

The belt slaps against your ass, hard and fast. Yelping a little, you feel the welt immediately start to form and you felt every inch of the ridged, black leather. He slams it against your ass again and again; bringing yelps and moans from you with every blow. Part of the belt catches your pussy and that causes a groan to escape you. The belt slaps into you more than you can bear and forces something out of you, an admission.

"Please, Please please, stop please sir stop please master stop. Please sir stop," You manage to get out.

"Yes, baby doll? You have something to say?"

"Please sir, fuck me.. please I need your cock in me," You stare up at him pleadingly.

He sets your legs back down and keeps the belt in his hand as he climbs back onto the bed. Climbing on top of you and pushing himself between your legs, he slides his cock into you, hard and fast. He wraps the belt around your neck as he fucks you. His cock filling your pussy as he pounds it into you; causing you to moan with pleasure and you wrap your legs around him. Pushing on his ass, trying to make him fuck you deeper and harder as he chokes you lightly and fucks your little tight wet pussy but you fail to control his pace, he resists you. 

"Fuck me harder, I need it... I need you, fuck me," You gasp and moan out as you struggle to get your arms free. 

You want him deeper and closer, you want to possess him as he owns you right now. 

"My beautiful little toy, my little cum slut," He whispers in your ear.

His cock hammers into your pussy and you can't last long under his relentless assault of your pussy. Refusing to give in to it and have this end you try to contain yourself as he continues to fuck you. You are so hot and horny and all of this feels so good. You are helpless and out of control which was the point of tonight. 

As his dick slams into you, he grinds it deep inside you and that starts to send you over the top.

"Mmmmmaaayyyy, I..I... cum, sir?" you stammer out.

He ignores you as he fucks you some more grinding his cock inside you, occasionally.

"Please sir, may I cum?" You manage to get out without stammering.

"Yes baby doll, you may cum," He tells you, "Cum for me now."

With his words, you cum so hard, your pussy gushing like it hasn't in a long, long time; part of it makes you ashamed but part of it makes you even hotter than he has this power over you. You feel him cum right after you do, deep inside your pussy. Normally, you would be mad but right now it just feels like the perfect end to this night.

He loosens the belt and kisses you softly, stroking your cheek. 

"That is a good girl," He tells you running his fingers through your hair.

You smile at him and kiss his cheek.

"Thank you, sir," You say, quietly," More please?"

He laughs, softly.

"Of course we have until the light shows itself again."



In the Darkness



She had been running for a while and was forced to stop for breath. Her pursuers, ten of them, lurked in the darkness not far behind. She could hear their footsteps approaching but had no where left to run; she had reached a dead end of an alleyway. She could hear cars passing by on a distant street. The lonely alley was far from public eye. The girl steeled herself for what was to come, and turned to face her pursuers.

"Look boys, the little filly has finally decided to come and play. Time to mount up..."

The men laughed. The alley was completely dark save for a distant street lamp, and she could not make out their faces. Silent tears rolled down her cheeks as the men approached. She took a step backwards until her back hit a brick wall. Trapped. In a lonely corner far from the eyes of any witnesses. 'What a way to spend your eighteenth birthday' she thought to herself. One of the men stepped forward and placed a hand on her shoulder. She could smell the booze on his breath. She caught his arm with her hand and tried with all her might to remove it, but he wouldn't budge. His other hand reached out and grasped her neck, pushing her head against the wall.

"Well well, a little fight still left in ya? Tell you what, I'm a gentleman. We can do this the easy way or the hard way. Me and my boys can have our fun with ya, and you can go along your merry way. Or we can use our knives and you can walk home with this little skirt in shreds, or worse. Hahaha..."

The distant street lamp flickered in the night. So close, yet so far. One of the other men lit a cigarette and said something to his buddies. They all burst out laughing. This was routine for them. They were waiting for their boss to finish toying with the helpless girl, so they could get their turn.

"Well? I'm waiting for an answer"

The man grabbed both her wrists and raised them above her head, pinning them against the wall. He held her arms up with one hand, raising her wrists far above her head, spreading her body against the brick. He brought his face close to hers and gave her cheek a long lick, sampling her. Tasting her tears. She froze up.

"Easy?"

His free hand went to the hem of her skirt and squeezed the inside of her supple, naked thigh. He ran his hand up her leg and into her skirt, stopping at the hem of her panties.

"Or hard?"

He licked the other side of her cheek. She could feel his fingers begin to rub her pussy through her panties. There were ten of them. She didn't stand a chance. She closed her eyes in defeat.

"Easy", she whispered. Her voice trembling.

"Too bad! I like it better rough, hahaha. Looks like the filly's decided to cooperate boys!"

The men behind her laughed and shoved deeper into the crowded alleyway to get a better look. One of them pulled out their cell phone and began recording. Tears flowed freely down her cheeks now. The man licked her lips and forced her mouth open into a kiss. She could taste alcohol as his tongue freely explored her mouth. His tongue found hers and ran up and down its length. Her arms still pinned above her, he his free hand slipped into her panties and began to play with the tender folds beneath. He opened up her pussy lips and ran a finger up and down her slit.  He bit her lower lip and began sucking on it. She felt helpless, and the fear made her unable to move a muscle. He pulled his hand out of her panties as he ended the savage kiss.

"Hold her down boys, I want to get my hands dirty," the man chuckled.

He freed her wrists only for another man to hold them down again. He kicked her legs open and his hand slipped back into her panties. His fingers were now wet with saliva, and he rubbed the moisture up her slit, all the way to her clit, then back down. His other hand, now free, ran up her waist and into her shirt. He pulled her shirt up and over her bra. Someone from behind whistled. Her heart started racing. This was a nightmare... and there were ten of them. She knew that they would all have thoroughly used her body before the night was done.

"Look at the body on her boys. We struck gold with this one. Haven't we little girl?" She heard men whistle and laugh behind her, and zippers being unzipped.

The leader hand ran up and under her bra, cupping her supple breast and moulding it to his hand. He squeezed her right breast, then her left breast, then her right again, getting a good feel of her. His other hand played at the entrance of her pussy. She gasped as he suddenly plunged a finger into her hole, coating the insides of her pussy with his saliva. He slowly began pumping his finger in and out of her. She felt someone undo her bra, and it fell loose over her breasts. Hands began to appear from every direction, touching every inch of her. Two hands now squeezed her breasts as her nipples hardened from the cold night air. Two hands reached behind her and started massaging her round ass. More hands touched her waist, her stomach and her thighs. Still pinned to the wall, she was being thoroughly felt up.

"Atta girl." An unfamiliar voice said. "We jus gon have a lil fun with ya. Who knows maybe one of us will decida keep ya as a pet ahahaha!"

A shiver ran down her spine at the thought. She now had lost track of the hands touching her body, as every inch of her smooth, tender flesh was being groped. The leader continued to pump her hole with two fingers, and she felt her pussy involuntarily begin to get wet. More tears began to fall as her body began to respond to the abuse, against her will. 

"I think she's into me boys!" The leader laughed. "Back up a bit, I want her to blow me first."

The hands left her body as she felt strong someone pressing down on her shoulders force her to her knees. The leader unzipped his pants and pulled his fully erect member out into the night. He reached down and grabbed both her breasts in either hand, pinching her nipples hard. She winced, and closed her eyes as the tip of his dick brushed against her lips.

"Come on girl, we ain't got all night. Show the lads what a sexy little cocksucker you can be."

She slowly opened her mouth as he continued to press his cock into her face. The tip of his dick entered her mouth, and she slowly sucked on it. His hands left her tits and he held the back of her head. He pumped his cock in and out of her mouth a few times, coating it with her saliva. Random hands began to grope her again, feeling up her ass and squeezing her tender tits. She felt a two fingers enter her pussy, now wet with her own juices. Hands ran up and down her body, feeling her smooth back round hips. Her eyes went wide as the man face fucking her suddenly bottomed out, his balls hitting her chin. She gagged involuntarily but he held her head still, his full length in her mouth and going down her throat.

"I want a blowjob not a face fuck. Start blowin' sweety."

He pulled his cock from her mouth, and it glistened in the night air, coated with her saliva. She gasped for air, but couldn't regain her breath as he thrust his cock back into her mouth. She had no choice at this point. She had already agreed to cooperate and the men were all over her. She imagined what she looked like, on her knees in the dirt in a back alley, her tits hanging out, being groped by a gang of men with a cock in her mouth. Who would all eventually rape her. It was a hopeless situation.

"Well, I'm waiting. Or how bout we just do it the hard way anyways ahaha!" He patted her cheek, her mouth still filled with cock.

She slowly began to bob her head up and down his shaft. She could feel her pussy start to heat due to the fingers pumping her hole. She could hear men in the background shuffle, some of them with hard dicks in hand, jacking off to the display before them. Hands left her body, only to be replaced with more hands as the entire group took turns copping a feel. She reluctantly ran her tongue along the base of the cock inside her mouth, feeling the pulsing veins. The leader groaned as she now sucked him off in earnest, making her tits bounce and her ass stick out behind her. Someone moved behind her and grabbed both her boobs from behind, moulding them to his hands and giving them a thorough feel. She sucked his cock like he wanted, running her tongue along its length, and over the head of his dick. He suddenly grabbed the sides of her head with both hands, and started pushing his cock into her soft cheek. He fucked her face, pumping in and out of her mouth, groaning with pleasure. She did her best to breathe through her nose as he deep throated her. Letting out a roar, he pumped his seed down her throat. He jizzed a fountain into her mouth, holding her head still as he finished his climax. She did her best to swallow all she could but began to choke on the river of semen pouring into her mouth. He pulled his cock from her face and she coughed, dripping cum down her lips and onto her shirt and bra.

"THAT was a good blowjob. Jesus honey didn't know you had it in ya!" 

The men all laughed once again, and some looked hopeful, waiting for their turn at violating this sexy young girl. Their leader pulled up his pants and took a step back, lighting a cigarette.

"Alright boys, leave her be. We gotta set up a batting order! Who's next?" 

He turned from her and faced his gang. The hands retreated from her body and she was left alone, knees in the dirt, cum still dripping from mouth onto her breasts. She slowly stood up. Her eyes were still wet but she no longer cried. She had no more tears. The men talked behind her, deciding who would rape her first, but she didn't hear them. Her mind was far, far away. She stood half naked in the dark, awaiting her fate. Strong hands abruptly grabbed her and spun her around. He placed a hand behind her neck and pushed her forward toward the wall. She put her hands up to stop her face from smacking the wall. She was now leaning forward at the waist, her back to the men, with her ass sticking out towards them. She felt her skirt flip over her waist, exposing her supple ass to the night air. Hands groped her ass and she felt her panties being pulled to the side, exposing her wet hole to the men behind her. She felt hands on the back of her thighs. They ran up her thighs, over her waist and to her ass, squeezing all the way. One hand went to her pussy and she drew a quick breath as three fingers now entered her pussy from behind and started pumping in and out fast. She tried her best not to moan as she got finger fucked once again. A whimper escaped her lips as the three fingers stretched her sweet pussy wide. The finger fucking slowed, and she knew that the man's hand was now wet with her juices. Her unknown rapist ran his other hand up her naked back, feeling her smooth skin. He ran his hand up her side and towards her chest, cupping the underside of her boob. She gasped as the fingers left her pussy, and she felt the hand reach around and grope the other breast. He rubbed her juices over her tits and groped both of them with both hands. He squeezed them for a bit, as he positioned himself behind her. She felt the top of his cock hit her pussy. Still holding onto her breasts, he slowly pumped his cock along the outside of her pussy, coating the top of his dick with her wetness. She realized he was not wearing a condom. He leaned forward and bit her ear. He completely dominated her in this position. His cock was poised to spear her sweet hole at any moment, his hands played with her tits, tugging them and mashing them together. He bit her ear harder and she cried out.

"Please... please don't cum inside me." She begged, barely above a whisper. She knew she was defeated, but this was a plea for mercy.

"Aha, can't do that sweety. I want to feel all of you. I want you to know who owns you when I pump my seed deep into your pussy. I got first dibs, and believe me I'm going to savour you. I'm gunna make it last." He growled into her hear.

With that, he plunged the entire length of his cock into her in one push. She cried out as he pushed his shaft balls deep into her pussy. His hands continued to play with her tits, and he licked the back of her neck as he slowly pulled out. He pumped her slowly with the first few inches of his cock, allowing her pussy to adjust to his size. He was really big, and her tight pussy clenched his cock like a tight glove. She moaned as he pushed all the way inside her once again, the tip of his cock hitting her cervix. Once again, he pulled out half way and continued to fuck her with the first few inches of his dick. He rolled her nipples between his fingers and dug his nails into her tender breasts. The attention her body had been getting for the past hour was starting to overcome her. She felt her pussy lubricate itself as his shaft slowly fucked her hole. Her breasts shot electricity to her slit every time he pinched her nipples. She couldn't believe that her body was responding in this way. She was being raped by a stranger in a dark alley. She had already been groped by a group of men while she sucked off another one. She had licked and sucked on his cock until he blew his load down her throat. Now she was being fucked from behind. But it didn't feel like rape. He was getting her ready for him. He really was savouring it.

"Please...stop toying with me" She said, barely above a whisper.

He pumped his cock all the way inside her once again, and held it there, grinding his pelvis against her ass. She stood there, bent over against a wall, completely filled with cock. He gave her tits one last goodbye squeeze, and then moved his hands to her hips. He suddenly pulled his entire length out of her, and she was shocked at the longing her now empty pussy felt. With one thrust, he plunged his cock balls deep into her once again.

"Unh!" She let out an involuntary cry.

He pulled out, and then speared her once again, fucking her with his entire length. He then began fucking her. He pumped in and out of her, hard and fast, holding onto her hips for leverage.

"Unh, unh, unh unh.."

She grunted each time he bottomed out, the sound of flesh slapping flesh filled the air. Her pussy was on fire. She could feel every inch of him, pumping in and out of her wet, hot hole. Her pussy gripped his cock as he continued to fuck the shit out of her. He was using the full length of his cock now. He looked down between them to see his shaft moving in and out of her, gleaming with her pussy juices.

"You....feel...fucking amazing... how the hell are you this tight..." He whispered in her ear, in between trusts.

"Unh! Unh! Unh! Ahh...unh! Ahh... ahh... ahh!" She could no longer control her grunts and moans. The men behind them were silent, enjoying the view of a sexy young girl getting used.

Her tits bounced beneath her as he fucked her into the wall. Her arms ached from having to push back against the brick every time he pumped into her. His right hand left her waist and found her tits. He took turns squeezing each one, never slowing his fucking. His right hand found it's home over her left breast and he groped it aggressively, leaving bruise marks. His left hand roamed her body, feeling every inch of her as he continued to fuck her with all his might. He reached under her to rub her clit, and feel where her pussy was being penetrated by his rock hard cock. He wiped excess juices from her pussy and smeared it on her back and ass. He continued to fuck the living hell out of her without slowing. In the back of her mind, she marvelled as his endurance. He had been giving her the fuck of her life for almost twenty minutes non-stop. She came silently, her pussy squeezing his cock like a vice. He smeared the rest of her pussy juices over her asshole, and then used the lubrication to slowly push a finger into her ass. Her eyes went wide. She hoped they wouldn't fuck her in the ass, but at this rate they were going to do whatever the hell they wanted with her.

"Unh, unh, unh, unh, unh, unh, unh, unh, unh, unh...AHhhhh..."

She climaxed again as he got his finger all the way into her asshole. He started to finger fuck her asshole, still wet with her juices. Finally, his pumping started to slow. He brought his free hand to her lips and stuck a finger into her mouth. She sucked on it like it was a cock, her tongue rubbing against his finger. He pulled his hand from her mouth and brought it to her tits. He traced her areolas with his wet fingers, her sensitive nipples hard as nails. Electricity ran up and down her body, to her breasts, to her ass and to her pussy. She was being thoroughly fucked, used and toyed with.

"So, who owns you?" He growled into her ear.

"Unh...unh...uhhh...."

"What was that?"

His pumping slowed to his original pace. He was savouring her once again. She was grateful as it gave her a chance to catch her breath. Her mind was in a haze from the multiple orgasms he had just put her through. If it wasn't for the cock impaling her from behind, she would have slumped to the ground from exhaustion.

"Unh... uhh, uh, what?"

"Who do you belong to?"

"Uh...you...."

"Who just fucked you're brains out?"

"....you..uhn"

With that, he stopped fingering her ass. He placed one hand on her lower back, and the other on the back of her neck. He filled her with his entire length and held it there. Involuntarily, she started bucking against him, eager for the pumping to continue. He held her still. She slowly pushed back against him, pumping him with her pussy. He let her fuck herself on his pole for a few seconds before grabbing her waist with both hands and pumping her with full force once again.

"Unh! Unh! Unh!"

He fucked her hard, pulling her hips towards his. He banged the crap out of her for another few seconds before burying his cock deep inside her and shooting his load deep into her womb. He held inside her, his cum flowing inside her like a waterfall. She could feel his seed coat the walls of her pussy, like a hot bath. He came forever, filling her pussy with his seed. She couldn't believe the ocean of he was spraying into her. She felt completely and utterly used. Her brain was fried. In the back of her head, she imagined what she must look like. Her breasts were sore and bruised, and her back and ass were wet with her own juices. There was a man with his cock buried into her pussy from behind. He hadn't even removed her panties, and they were soaked from her wetness. She came one last time, an aftershock from the earlier fucking. Her pussy milked the last few drops of cum from his cock as he massaged her ass and breasts, his climax finally finished.  He pulled his limp cock from her well used cunt, and she slid down the wall to the floor.

"This girl..." She heard him say.

Then she passed out.



In The Darkness



She hurts me, the bitch, she hurts me, my lust for her is a vivid and insatiable pain. 

She is a drug, an addiction, an exquisite and unbearable need.

I have to fuck her. I need to take her I need to ravage her, to rape her, to sodomise her, to fuck her face, to rampantly and continuously take her till my cum drips from every entrance to her body, till she trembles in exhaustion and I collapse with a moments respite before the craving rises again.

She is not innocent, oh no, my succubus, my she demon of sex, I am sure she knows, she knows her power; she knows how she drives me to insanity with a smile or a pout. How the red mist rises as she lifts her skirt or exposes her shoulder.

I don't understand it, I can't not fathom how the mere thought of her beautiful face makes my cock ache and my body scream to possess her.

Tonight, tonight in the darkness.. It ends... I will break the power she has over me or I will break her, perhaps I will even break myself.

She doesn't scream as I grab her when she comes into the room, as I twist her arm up behind her back and frog march her to the edge of bed. I am surprised that she does not struggle more than a few wriggles before stillness.

She says nothing and I am confused, I almost release her in my shock, then think that is what she intends and hold her more tightly making her wince. I fill compelled to fill the silence.

"Your mine now bitch and I am going to have every part of you."

She doesn't reply so I pull back her hair in frustration, trying to invoke a response.

"I know what you need to do, "she whispers "just get on with it you bastard!"

I am breathless, she does know, my god she knows her power! I am suddenly angry, a rage comes upon me and I swing her round violently and throw her face down on the bed.

I growl like and animal and pounce on her. She gasps, looks back over her shoulder, is there fear in those smouldering eyes? Has my reaction exceeded even her apparent expectations?

But there is no time for thought I claw at her skirt and rip it off her, tearing the fabric to gain accesses to her body, I grab her knickers and pull them up lifting her off the bed by them so they form a tight line of fabric over her sex inciting a squeal.

Moments later the crotch separates with a crack leaving a tattered band around her waist and her naked arse shockingly bare before me.

She tries to turn over but my hands are already leveraging open her legs, a hand locked round each ankle. She struggles and twists against my grip, turning to one side then the other and I can see her cunt distort and move between her thighs, it fascinates me for a few moments and I loose grip on one of her ankles and receive a hard kick in my stomach winding me, causing me to lose my hold on the other ankle.

She scrambles up the bed and sits there hands around her knees glowering at me, the front of her skirt still intact covering them, although the curve of her naked buttock is still visible from the side.

I expect her to speak, but she says nothing, her face is petulant like some scolded schoolgirl and it is so painfully arousing to me I have to look away while I catch my breath.

"You will pay for that," I gasp,

A sly grin, flickers for a moment, before the petulance returns.

She speaks very slowly, mockingly...

"What... ever..." 

I am shocked, more winded by her reaction then her kick... she does not fear me. Oh my god I want her, but first she will know who is in charge.

I lunge at her and grab her hair; she jerks away and screams, then is suddenly cut short by a sharp slap across the face. I drag her up off the bed, sit down and pull her by the hair over my lap, face down her bare arse now exposed again. 

One hand pushing her back down my other reaches for her buttocks and after a moment's hesitation I am holding her naked bare bottom, with strange gentleness considering what I am planning to do.

She twists to look at me a defiance in her eyes that makes me seethe; I want to immediately hurt her, to shake her confidence, to show her, to break her. I hesitate, almost subconsciously stroking her buttocks, then holding her hair so she has to look at me I put my forefinger and index finger of my right hand together and force them hard into her anus. Her eyes widen and she squeals and opens her mouth, her legs open involuntarily and I can feel the mussels of her sphincter pulsing with the unexpected sensation of someone shoving two large fingers through it and into her bowels.

Her eyes water, and she tries to get up but I hold her still impaled on my fingers.

"Take it out, it hurts," she growls through gritted teeth.

I smile and think who is smug now, me or the woman with two fingers inserted deeply into her rectum.

"Try and relax," I smile again, then before she has time to respond I bring my left hand down sharply across her buttocks with a resounding crash that makes her jump. I feel her squirm on my fingers and pull them out suddenly with lovely popping sound and another delightful little squeal.

She turns her head and starts to speak but I slam my right hand down on her bare bottom leaving a red hand print on her right buttock. Then as soon as she opens her mouth again another sharp spank on her left buttock, then another and another.

She struggles she squirms she tries to get up, but my left hand holds her firm as my right hand rains down blow after blow on her exposed bum, spanking her mercilessly and relentlessly.

"Stop now! Enough!" she cries.

Even though my hand stings with the force of the impacts on her glowing red arse, even though my arm aches this makes me spank her harder.

"I say when, don't I?" I growl, my cock hard, pressing against her stomach, as she writhes and whimpers under the punishment she is receiving.

She stays defiantly silent for a few more hard sharp spanks, echoing like whip cracks around the room and then sobs, tears in her eyes...

"Please it is too much; it feels like I am on fire."

"Who says when it is too much?"

She is now crying and gasping....

"you.. do... you do.."

Two more impacts harder than before causing her to almost retch in pain and then stillness.

I inspect her bottom it is glowing red and her smooth skin has a slight traces of little red lines that even now begin to fade, it looks so erotic, a vivid sexual red and yet dangerous even to touch let alone stroke. Tears are running down her face and she is sniffing in an attempt to stem them.

I feel my anger subside to be replaced by something like pity for her pain, yet the male in me feels triumphant in victory. I want to touch her intimately as a gesture of ownership, to make her have no doubt who she now belongs to, but her ass definitely needs rest.

I reach between her legs for her cunt and run my finger around her labia, she trembles and I push my finger slowly possessively into her vagina , she is wet, I am only mildly surprised at her arousal.I taste her juices trembling as I suck them off my finger.

"You now belong to me" I whisper as I reinsert my finger deep into her prone body and explore the internal dimensions of my new possession.

The ridges on the inside of her vagina are particularly pleasing and I have to close my eyes to maintain my composure.

She says nothing and I decide that perhaps I need to test my assertion more thoroughly. I push up with my knees.

"Stand-up," I command.

She complies standing there wiping her eyes finally dry and replacing the tears with defiance.

I thought so, she has a strong will.

"Strip" I command although the remains of her tattered skirt fell to the floor when she stood rendering her naked from waist to socks, she still had far too many clothes on for my lustful eye.

She doesn't move and I can see the memory of her hard spanking is not stronger than her sullen defiance; it seems she needs a greater lesson then a mere ass whopping.

I stand up and walk behind her and am sure I catch that sly grin out of the corner of my eye. So it is to be battles of wills is it?

I grab her arms and twist them up behind her back wrapping the rope I had prepared around them bracing for a struggle, but not getting one.

Soon her arms are securely folded across her back each wrist secured to the others forearm; I need no wild punches from her to break my concentration when I have her prone and open, squirming under my lustful, angry attention.

Once secured I push her down on the bed inciting a small grunt and then flip her roughly over smiling as she groans and tries to lift her smarting arse off the bed.

I put one finger on her full lips and the other hand between her legs and push down on her nude crotch until she stops squirming and takes the discomfort.

When she is still I produce a large sharp bowie knife and run the back of the blade up her thigh and across her pudenda, her eyes widen and she trembles a little, a reaction that pleases me and makes my cock pulse.

Rapidly I start to cut her shirt off and then her bra, working with quick precision until moment later only her socks remain to cover her stripped and oh so desirable form.

I start to put the knife away then stop, a sudden primal desire overcomes me and I grab her left breast and place the blade against its smooth succulent flesh. She seems frozen by fear, like an animal caught in a car's headlights.

"I might want a Souvenir," I murmur and run the blade round her nipple, erect in spite of itself.

She mouths no and I break the moment, then just when she thinks it is over.. I nick her breast with the tip of the blade, she yelps but it is a tiny cut and I watch as a small globe of her ruby red blood grows on the breasts delicate white flesh.

I watch it fascinated and then suddenly dart down and lick it up, tasting her blood and growling like a wolf. I hold my tongue on the cut for the few seconds it takes to stop bleeding then put the knife away and sit looking at this incredible sexual being I now own, savouring the taste of her cunt and her blood still in my mouth.

"You want me to fuck you hard don't you," I say in even tones.

The defiance is back.

"I want you to stick that knife up your ass, you shithead!"

I am taken aback and have to stand up and look away so she doesn't see me smile, when I turn back there is only darkness in my gaze, I look at her cunt and she closes her legs with a slight wince testifying to the slow recovery of her bottom.

I kick her legs open and this time she remains in her exposed position.

"I wonder just how much sustained and focused ... abuse.. Your little sexy CUNT can take" I growl emphasising the word cunt in a sharp clipped tone.

I am sure she gulped nervously, but I am also sure that her hips moved and the gulp was followed by a barely perceptible moan.

I stand there looking at her naked, legs open, arms tied behind her back, in my power, so many treasures to explore and violate running through options in my head.

Seconds grow into a minute and then she yawns, the bitch yawns at me! I am incensed, anger floods through me and I bring my hand down hard aiming randomly but impacting between her legs.

She yelps and rolls to her side, until I stop her and roll her back again, finishing by pushing two fingers hard up inside her vagina and placing my hand on her pubis holding her till she ceases moving, to look sullenly at my hands and then up at me.

She is warm and wet and her body pulses around my fingers, I lift my hand and lift her by her crotch impaled upon my fingers, she is uncomfortable, but not in pain yet, her back arched, bottom lifted off the edge of the bed feet trying to find purchase on the floor.

Her pussy is so delicious, perfectly formed, a delicate down of dark pubic hair framing the v that seems to point down past the hooded pink flesh hiding her clitoris to her full labia and my two fingers up inside her, holding her aloft.

I grab a hair and yank it out, pulling it out by its roots and getting rewarded with a squeal.

Then I know I want a lot more squeals and a lot less hair. I pull another breathing in deeply and another, each excites a squeal and a look of anger.

"Shall I pluck you back to your girlhood bitch, one hair at a time?" I smile and she returns a look of contempt that washes over me like burning lava bringing acid to my mouth and red mist to my eyes.

I slam her down growling again as words desert me, then reaching for another rope I lash it round her right ankle and shin and jerking at it violently tie it to leg of the bed. Then as she struggles to escape or find a position of comfort I grab her left ankle and stretching her wide open tie it to left hand bed leg.

She is almost doing the splits struggling to keep her sore bottom on the edge of the bed, struggle not to fall forward and either end up in pose a gymnast would be proud of or face down on the floor.

I watch her struggle, concentration on her face, before looping a rope round her secured arms and throwing it over the bed to secure it equally to both of the far bed legs.

The rope supports her and half suspends her, while evidently not comfortable she is held in a stable position, back arched, legs wide, bottom on the edge of the bed such that her cunt and anus are fully visible, exposed and accessible.

Her breasts are pert and sticking out, her spine curved but not excessively. I look at my work and her helpless form with satisfaction and then at an unhurried pace take off my shirt and trousers, then finally and with a little showmanship, my boxers to reveal my cock rock solid and moving up and down in anticipation.

"Is this going to take long.. because.." she starts, then is cut short as I kick her hard in the crotch inciting a grunt and bringing a tear to her lovely eyes.

I notice she is struggling for breath, my assault winded her, some part of me wonders scientifically how that works, another, evil part, likes it a lot and I slam my fist into her stomach to prolong the effect using the more conventional target.

While she struggles further for breath, even going a little blue perhaps, I remind myself I want to see her pussy as bare as when she was born and grab a handful of hair and pull. It tears a little but I loose my grip and realise this is going to take too long.

A few seconds later, as her breathing returns in sharp bursts the first word she manages is, "Noo!"

She has seen the lighter and the flame, but it is too late, the smell of burning hair fills both our nostrils as I run the flame over her straining cunt.

She bucks and squeals within her restraints which to me seems to make the job harder, leaving red marks on her skin when there was no need if she stayed still.

Rapidly I realise that while most of soft intimate hair had shrivelled to ash, the last few wisps were going to be impossible to scorch away while she continued to writhe.

"Stay Still," I command looking at the fear in her eyes, "and I won't burn you."

She pauses panting heavily but as soon as I bring the flame closer she starts to writhe again.

I am angry at her apparent stupidity and grabbing a loose end of the rope like a whip slam it down between her legs leaving a line of red and inciting a scream from her.

The scream is the most erotic thing so far and I move forward and almost position myself to enter her and take her there and then, until I see the scraggly half burnt off pubic hair like some senile old man's badly shaved beard.

"Stay still" I yell and bring the whip down again hard across her labia and clit. She screams again and it is brought home to me how helpless she is, how totally in my power, I almost feel lightheaded at the view of her tied down naked apart from her cute ankle socks and totally open and exposed to my every want, need and whim.

I stand up and bring the rope down again across her crotch then as she screams and sobs I whip her twice across her left breast, leaving a line of red welts intercepting her nipple. Then several strokes on her right breast, finally to the music of her screams and sobs, sharply and brutally on her cunt three times in a row till it almost glows an angry painful red. Each time she tries to move out of the path of the stinging, merciless punishment, but has absolutely nowhere to go and absolutely nowhere to hide.

She is writhing and yes crying... tears streaming down her face, I grab her by her chin a turn her to look at me an inch from my face, my lust reflected in her watery deep pupils.

"Stay Still!"

"Yess Yess, " she whimpers, " just stop, stop please..."

I nod and turn back to her splayed crotch, it is red and pink and so SO fucking sexy, but, still not smooth.

I decide instantly against more flame and instead walk to the bathroom and return with shaving foam and a razor. She almost sighs as the cooling foam covers her, giving the temporary illusion of modesty and manages to bravely hold her position as the razor slides over her sore recently whipped flesh.

Soon with a rinse and a dry her pussy is smooth and truly naked, the red whip lines even more apparent on her delicate female flesh.

I open her up and explore her almost forensically peering deep into her body to view her vagina up as far as her cervix.

Then I can take it no more and kneeling before her place my cock against the entrance to her body and in a smooth fast motion slide it into her.

She winces as my crotch pushes down on her soreness and I smile enjoying her discomfort.

"What do you want bitch?" I hiss, holding her hips and moving myself inside her.

She looks confused for a second and then seems to figure it out.

"I want you to fuck me." she whispers.

"It sounds like you want more whipping to me." I growl.

"No no," she almost shrieks, "No Fuck me.. I want to be fucked."

I move myself inside her luxuriating in the warm pulse of her around me and the extra jerks as she moves in reaction to any sore parts being pressured.

"Ask then." I reply almost nonchalantly tweaking her recently whipped nipples with mild disinterest.

"Please fuck me. "She asks in an almost level voice.

I grab her nipples and pull them upwards so she arches her back and moves on my cock squealing and trying desperately to accommodate the new position.

"Please fuck me.... What?" I growl, "What am I to you.. Bitch? Who am I?"

"Your my..." she starts then gasps as I slam my cock into her hard grinding into her pussy, pushing deeply and groaning at the sensation of possessing her.

"Yes?" I gasp back, tensing my muscles and feeling tremors of lust in my buttocks, but not letting her nipples go as I observe her breasts stretched into sharp peaks behind her suspended tightly held, aching nipples.

Her eyes are watering both at the pain in her nipples and the actions of my cock in her cunt. She stumbles over the word but finally says it. "My.. my .. mas..ster...owww"

I release her nipples suddenly and she falls back with a whoosh of breath, again her body moves on my cock.

"Now ask properly." I mutter in a low voice massaging her recently stretched tits roughly.

"Please fuck me .. my... my master." she sticks her bottom lip out in a final act of defiance but I scarcely notice as I flop down on her and start to fuck her like a wild beast, animalistic and violently slamming myself into her, releasing months of pressure and lust and want.

My arms slide round her back pulling her body against mine as my full weight bears down on her poor tortured cunt, manically thrusting in and out of her, each impact resounding hard against her pelvic bone causing her to squeal and gasp and writhe as the pain and pleasure combine.

Her pleasure is irrelevant to me, I just have to fuck her, to fill her, to have her, but despite that she cannot help respond to her body, to the extreme thrusts and the tension of her position, to the deep, hard, rapid penetration of her sex.




In The Darkness



She starts to whiny and gasp and groan, half thrusting back, half trying to avoid the pain of squeezed smarting flesh.

I am squeezing her in a bear hug as if trying to pull her into me or me into her, she is gasping for breath and for respite and for some deep need. 

"Master...." She whimpers and then screams "MASTER!!" I feel a flood of liquid squeeze out if her cunt as she ejaculates writhing and pushing. 

Then a few seconds later she orgasms hard contracting around my cock and squeezing, squeezing so exquisitely so tightly.

So tightly in fact it's hard to force myself into her for a few moments and that very fact, the fact I have to force through into her body, as even in orgasm she attempt to deny me, makes me come and I cum harder than ever before, pumping my balls dry, a fire hose of sperm blasted into her tightness, so much, so hard, so fast, it just doesn't stop until it squirts explosively out of her cunt down her legs and over the floor.

She appears to cum again at the sensation of being filled at such high pressure and her eyes turn upwards her whole body trembling. I bite her on the breast hard which brings her back, but she barely registers the pain even though I taste blood upon my lips again.

I fall back looking at my work, her cunt still tied wide, dripping with my cum, saturated, totally fucked, red, pulsing and white with sperm. 

Absolutely penetrated, absolutely fertilised, absolutely and unequivocally MINE!

I sit back breathing heavily, my cock still hard, aching and bobbing as if try to seek out another part of her to violate, the red mist dispersing.

Am I sated? Maybe, and yet between two streams of cum I see her virgin anus, pulsing slightly in sympathy to her totally fucked cunt.

I look up at her face, she looks at me bleary eyed, then to my delight and shock sticks her tongue out at me, and bares her teeth angrily.

I smile back enigmatically which immediately causes a worried expression to flicker across her sweaty yet beautiful features.

My smile turns to a wide evil grin, for unknown to her she has just given me the reason I needed to introduce her to how deliciously painful her first arse fuck will be.



In the Darkness



A.D. 999. In the ancient Continent of Drakoonia, fear for the announced end of the world had taken control in every corner and the same had happened in the small Kingdom of Lombrady. King Lockhard died defending the borders of his realm from the neighboring Kingdom of Swabia and afterwards, taking his place was the pregnant Queen, according to the royal law. 

Everyone in the realm was praying for the birth of a little girl who would become the next heir of the throne, but after three males, everyone was expecting little chance to have an heir, especially because the war against the Kingdom of Swabia was now taking her away from her husband. He was still leaving the castle to administrate the realm, preparing reinforcement for their army and anything else the soldiers were in need of to resist at the continuous attacks coming from Swabia. 

So, when the notice of the pregnancy of the Queen had finally reached every corner of the realm, a faint hope lit the hearts of the entire citizens, pushing away the darkness that had surrounded their hearts and mind. But this little hope was close to disappearing in the last day of 999, when a little girl was born. The happiness of the Queen and of the Prime Minister suddenly disappeared when they discovered there was another baby, a twin brother, which born exactly a minute after the begin of the New Year! Their mind immediately ran to the old prophecy the royal family passes from a generation to another: 

"There will be a day when two twins will born. They will bring the fall of the Kingdom, something no one can avoid: it will be the end of Lombrady" 

Scared by the prophecy, the first thought of the Prime Minister was to kill the little boy but the Queen, who never had faith in the old prophecies, opposed that decision with all her strength, holding both the babies tight in her arms. Conscious of the fact that the Queen was not going to change her mind about the decision to end the boy's life, the Minister suggested to hide the birth of the twins from the eyes of the whole realm and let the Royal nanny take care of the boy in the secret chambers of the castle. It was the only option for the Royal family to avoid the possibility of fear and sufferance to overwhelm the whole kingdom. 

Many years passed from that happy day and the twins grew without meeting each other. Princess Ophala, the girl, grew up in the castle surrounded by the love of her mother and her oldest brothers, learning everything she needed to know to become the new Queen of Lombrady's Kingdom. How a lady should behave in every situation and, more importantly, everything about diplomacy. 

On the other side, the young prince had only known the love of the Royal nanny, without ever having chance to meet his family or feel the warm of his mother's hand caressing him, in a small and welcomed sign of love. 

But letting the boy live in the secret chamber wasn't enough for the Prime Minister: to let him survive. He demanded that the boy was raised as a girl, just in case something happened to Princess Ophala, especially now that the war against the Kingdom of Swabia had turned so cruel. 

Since the first day, the nanny had dressed the boy as his sister, teaching him the same things Ophala learned and sometimes, using the hidden passages of the castle, she had made him look at her, to understand and exactly replicate her attitude and movements. 

This was a slow but unstoppable change in the boy's life. But it wasn't only something that interested him. It did involve changing his appearance but whilst observing his sister year after another, he was fascinated by that bright and luxurious world where she was leaving so happily and secretly. He began to envy her and dream for that world, so bright and yet so far from him. 

"Why can Ophala have all she wants and I can't?" was the question which ran every day through his mind, creating a bigger distance between him and the whole world outside the secret chambers of the castle. 

No one had ever caught any sign of this hidden dissatisfaction the boy was experiencing, even the nanny and the Prime Minister (the only two people authorized in the whole castle to talk and meet with him) had always thought it was all part of his nature, something due to the way he had grown and was bought up. 

Secretly, the boy began to follow his sister all around the castle, watching Ophala even in her more intimate moments. He would stare at her perfect naked body in the bath and sometimes at night, while Ophala was sleeping, he would sneak in her room to observe her from a closer distance. 

He was now obsessed by his sister, to the point that having her same appearance wasn't enough for him. He wanted to become her! He wanted to be the real Princess Ophala! 

And after the departure of the nanny, the only one who had ever shown him what love was, things got worst. The loneliness made the obsession of the boy grow more and more. There wasn't a single day that he didn't spend staring at his sister watching every little thing she did. He learnt from his observations how to impersonate the real Princess Ophala, reproducing even her smallest action. 

Of course, this was possible thanks to the attitude of the Prime Minister, who had entrusted every aspect of the boy's education to the nanny, till one day he had stopped visiting them so much. Even if now, with the nanny's departure, the Minister was only visiting the boy once a week. 

He was never able to pick up the real intention of the boy, which was to take the place of his sister Ophala! 

The Prince didn't know when this was going to happen, but he knew that day would arrive, sooner or later! 

Meanwhile, in the Kingdom, another change has begun: the Queen, cursed by a mysterious disease no one in the whole realm and their allied one was able to cure, died, leaving the battle against the Kingdom of Swabia in the hands of her young and not so experienced daughter. 

When this happened, Ophala was 19. Even if she had studied every single day of her life to be able to properly rule the kingdom, she wasn't ready to take the responsibility and the future of Lombrady and its citizens on her young and fragile shoulders. 

Plus, with her brothers at the front fighting against the army of Swabia, she was now feeling alone and abandoned, even unable to satisfy the expectations of the noble's family and of all the citizen of the realm. But even in the worst moments, sometimes a ray of light shone. 

For Ophala, this happens during the funeral ceremony of her mother. Many allies of the realm come to the capital to assist in the celebration of the Queens life and achievements and a young Prince from a neighboring realm tickled her attention. 

He was the same age as her eldest brother but what was really fascinating her was the gentle smile he showed to her to comfort her torn soul. A simple smile, to tell the truth, but no one in the court was able to show her one till now...a true one, anyway! 

Ophala was surprised about how a simple thing like a smile was able to let her forget the sadness which grasped her heart so badly and in the following days, she had many chances to talk to the young Prince and learn to know him better. He was smart and good looking, but what really impressed Ophala was the way he spoke to her. The nice words he used to give to Ophala some support in her darkest moments. 

In the months that followed Ophala's coronation, the two youngster's grew closer until Ophala's heart developed a strong feeling for Prince Henrik. At the beginning, she was fascinated by his pleasant manners and the knowledge he was showing to her, but soon she began to look at him in a new and unexpected way. 

It all began the day she caught Henrik training in the armory of the castle. Ophala was astonished by the grace and harmony of his movements, but soon her attention was caught by his sculpted and toned body, till the point she wasn't able to stop staring at that unexpected but pleasant vision the Prince was offering to her. Henrik's skin shone in the light of the dusk, while the mid length long brown hair followed any movement he made, letting him appear like a God in Ophala's mind. A God who was now stealing her heart, in the way of love and attraction! 

Ophala stared at Henrik till he had finished his training when he noticed her at last. 

"Your Highness," he said, bowing in front of her while the Queen approached him. 

When Ophala was right in front of him, the Prince took her hand and lightly kissed it. A usual gesture he did every time they met, but this time it was different for Ophala! That little act of kindness and Henrik's lips barely touching her skin, made Ophala's heart beat fast and she felt her cheeks burn and her whole face flush for an instant. 

"Hope he didn't notice it," she said to herself, without realizing that her hand was trembling and Henrik was holding it again, now standing close in front of her. 

"My Queen, your presence always raises my spirit and enlightens my day, as the sun torn the darkness of the night." he took a deep breath and looked in Ophala's eyes "I have waited so long for this moment and I can't wait any longer, I can't hide my feelings for you." 

"Your...your feelings, Henrik?" she asked, with trembling voice. 

"Exactly! Ophala, my sweet Ophala. I have never known a lady as you, with your grace, your beauty and your strength! Please, Ophala, accept my heart and my love." 

"I-I...I didn't expect this, Henrik," she answered, feeling her cheeks burning again and more intensely. Her breath turned heavy and a strange sensation bore in her...something she never had felt before! And the more she hesitated to talk, the more that sensation grew. 

"Henrik, since the first time we met, deepest in me something happened. I don't know why, but I felt a bond between us and now I know it's stronger than I ever imagined," she swallowed nervously, then continued, "I gladly accept your love and I give you my heart. I know you will protect it!" 

Henrik smiled at her words, feeling his heart relieved by them, as if an incredible weight was lifted from his soul. Holding Ophala from her waist, he pushed her close to him in a tight and warm embrace, finally placing his lips on hers in a gentle, endless kiss. 

All around them there was only silence, just interrupted by the sweet song of the birds. There were no servants or other people who could disturb them right now or interrupt the idyllic scene. 

While the dark of the night had begun to replace the last rays of sun, a shadow watched them, hidden by the friendly walls of the castle, the only witness of his existence. The eyes of that figure were glued on the two lovers while they kissed, staring at their lips and at the naked torso of Prince Henrik. Henrik's arms held Ophala's waist so tight. 

Why can't he experience that same sensation! Why had he got to live all his life in the shadow! 

Those thoughts began to crowd the boy's mind, making him more and more jealous of his sister and at the meetings of the two lovers, at every kind gesture they exchanged...and the more Ophala and Henrik become intimate, the more the darkness in the boy grew too, till the envy for Ophala pushed over rode all sense and pushed him over his limits. Now, he wasn't just secretly impersonating her, and pretending to be a girl. Now he wanted to take Ophala's place and meet the man who made his heart beat so fast, making him feel alive for the first time in his whole life! 

When Ophala and Henrik officially announced their engagement, the whole capital of the Kingdom of Lombrady was overwhelmed by laughs of happiness and by music played at every corner of the city. 

The engagement was also important to establish a more definitive alliance with the Kingdom of Romiria or even the possibility of joining together to make a new and more powerful realm able to resist the seemingly unstoppable advances of the army from the Kingdom of Swabia. Of course, this new Kingdom would be ruled by Ophala and Henrik and probably, as Henrik was only a prince at the moment, the heir of the new throne was going to be established, following the same rules of the Kingdom of Lombrady. 

Once again, the happiness of Ophala was seen in the hidden eyes of her recluse brother, causing him more pain and envy. The world outside the secret chambers was now attracting him much like a light can attract a moth. He wanted to walk in the daylight and, finally, meet and talk with Henrik, the only man who was able to open a breach in the darkness all around him, bringing some hope in his solitary life. 

But till his sister Ophala was in the castle with his lovely Henrik. This was a wonderful and pleasant dream, a dream he wanted to grab with his own hands, but alas, there was always a distance between him and Henrik he was not able to fulfill. The desire to be in his beloved Prince's arms becomes a drug and at last, this strong desire made him takes the next step. A step which was going to cause a deep and inevitable change in the lives of all three of them, once and for all. 

The wait was so long, anytime Prince Henrik came to visit his beloved Ophala, they spent many hours together talking in her private room or walking in the royal garden, dreaming about a wonderful future together and planning about the union of their kingdoms. But today was different, something unusual happen. Ophala had to leave the castle to go to a nearby town until the next day, leaving her beloved Henrik alone! Finally, the chance was here, he had been waiting for so long. He just had to wait a few more hours and he could be with his beloved prince, at long last! 

For the first time after so many years, the boy didn't follow his twin sister and knowing she was away and for how long. His plan could finally begin! In the late afternoon, he entered Ophala's room, a place he had visited so many times in the past, and probably he knew it as well as the maids in Ophala's service! It was easy for him to collect all the things he needed to achieve his plan: clothes, make-up, jewelry, everything he needed to become her, the so hated Queen Ophala! 

In Ophala's room lit by just a candle, he took all the time he needed to prepare himself: he chose an appropriate dress, one not too formal but at the same time not too audacious. He combined it with a beautiful and majestic white gold necklace with ruby gemstones, which fanned tightly round his neck and which was the favorite of Ophala. To complete his transformation, he gathered his black hair in a long braid and used a light but sensual make-up, which made him appear more feminine and sensual. 

When he had finished, the image of a girl reflected back in the mirror. It surprised him: his lips covered by the red lipstick made his lips appear full and kissable, the light touch of eye shadow made him look really pretty. Even nature had helped over the years as his sister didn't have such big breasts. They both had a full, round and shapely ass, something that nature had kindly given to him too. He was really fascinated and satisfied by his new appearance, but his plan was far from being accomplished 

When midnight finally came, he sneaked out of Ophala's room and using the secret passages of the castle, he reached Henrik's room, avoiding any possible obstacles along the corridors and, most important, avoiding being seen by the guards all around the castle. Finally in front of the secret door which granted access to Henrik's room, he hesitated in opening. He felt a lump in his throat and his heart began to beat fast as never before. The anxiety was strong. For the first time he was about to leave that world of shadows which was his home for all those years. He was about to meet the man who had captured his heart! Still hesitant and with his hand trembling, he slowly grabbed the handle and after had taking a deep breath, opened it, trying to avoid any possible noise. The door emitted a light crunch while opening and finally he was there, in the room of his beloved Henrik. 

"Who's there?" a male voice asked in the dark of the room. 

"It's me, my beloved. I'm sorry if I awoke you," he replied, moving close to the bed. 

Henrik looked in the direction where the voice came and when his eyes finally grew accustomed to the darkness that filled the room, he was really surprised to recognize Ophala's silhouette. 

"Ophala! This is... unexpected! I supposed you were away and we couldn't meet till tomorrow afternoon!" Henrik said, standing on the bed. 

"I was, but I just wanted to be with you tonight...be with the one I love!" Imposter Ophala replied, moving close to the bed and revealing his girlish body wrapped in a long blue dress with slits on both sides. It revealed perfect long legs. Henrik stared at his Queen, looking at her from toes to head, dwelling on the legs, first, and then on the naked shoulders. He had never seen his Queen wearing such a sexy dress before and that vision, unexpected but very welcome, made his heart beat faster with heavy thuds, so heavy that Ophala could probably hear it, close as she was to him right now. 

"Ophala," Henrik tried to say but Ophala, knelt over the sheets, placed a finger right over his lips, smiling at him. 

"I know this is not appropriate for a member of the royal family, but I can't resist any longer, and trust me, my love, I have tried so hard." 

Henrik grabbed his girlish forearm and suddenly pushed Imposter Ophala down on the bed. He rolled over her and placed his lips on hers, in an endless, deep and passionate kiss. Ophala's full and voracious lips made shivers run all over Henrik's body. He caressed her long and firm thighs, something he had dreamed of for long time. Now that dream was a reality! The strong hands of Henrik over his naked skin, made Imposter Ophala tremble for the first time. This was the first time for her to be touched by someone who was not the old nanny and that sensation was so pleasant, better than he ever thought possible. He felt a fire burning inside him and this was all because of his beloved man, Henrik! Then, when their lips finally became free from each other, tears began to roll from Impost Ophala's eyes. 

"Ophala, you don't have to do this if you are not ready," Henrik said, kneeling over his girl and caressing her cheeks, trying to dry the tears. 

Imposter Ophala looked at him, with a pretty smile on his lips, then shook her head. 

"I'm just a little nervous, my love, this thought has haunted me for a long time and now..." 

Henrik's kiss stopped her, pleasantly. 

"I dreamed of this moment for a long time too, Ophala, the wait for it has driven me crazy so many times!" Henrik said, just before kissing her again. Gently, Henrik lay Ophala on her back and fondled her thigh, while Ophala was lightly scratching his back. 

Slowly, Henrik's hand rise from Ophala's thigh, moving in to her inner side, till it reached her secret spot. Suddenly, Henrik jumped away from Ophala with his eyes wide open. 

For a long moment, he stared at his hand, not being able to push away that strange sensation from it then, he looked back at his lovely Queen, with an expression on his face never seen before by Imposter Ophala. 

"Ophala...you...you are..." he tried to say with his voice broken by disappointment and looking at Ophala's face, now covered by tears streaming down her face, "YOU ARE A MAN!" 

Ophala was shocked by Henrik's reaction but he was expecting as such. After all, it was impossible for him to hide his true nature and form in a situation like this. 

"I'm...I'm sorry, my beloved, I know, I didn't tell you the truth about me, but any words I said and my feeling were real, trust me!" he replied, hiding his face in his hands and crying. Looking at him and at how he had reacted to his words, Henrik felt a little guilty for his reaction, but after all, he had hidden a damn important truth about "herself" to him! 




In the Darkness



At the same time, however, deep in his heart, Henrik could not hate the "woman" who has caught his heart. He truly wished to live at her side forever. Henrik took hold of Ophala's hands and gently moved them away from her pretty face, trying to smile at her. 

"Ophala, my feelings are true too, but this, this... Oh God, this is something I can't accept so easily!" 

Ophala's heart was now suffering as never before. Even all the years passed in the shadows of the true Queen weren't so painful! The boy wasn't ready to give up so easily with the one he loved. Sobbing, Imposter Ophala tried to find the courage to answer. 

"I know, I'm sorry, this is my destiny, my curse," he took a small break to dry the tears then continued, "something I didn't choose nor ever wanted!" 

Tears continued to flow down Ophala's cheeks and unstoppable. A clear sign of the pain which was gripping his heart and soul. It took a minute before he could continue with the explanation. 

"The Prime Minister said it was for the sake of the Kingdom, for the people who live in Lombrady, and they raised me as girl, but I don't regret it, because I met you. My only and true love!" 

Saying this, he kissed Henrik again. This was so sudden that Henrik wasn't able to avoid it, but what really surprised him was the fact that all the hate that wrapped his heart just a minute ago, was now disappearing! Indeed, the lips kissing him were the ones of a man! The feelings he felt (and had also in the past!) were so deep, true... and damn pleasant! 

Henrik held Ophala tight in his arms, answering to that passionate kiss with the strongest and deepest passion he ever expected to have before that moment. In his mind, now there was no more hesitation but only the desire to protect that pretty and fragile "girl" and to makes love with her! 

"Ophala, I can't hate you, every moment I spend with you is wonderful and unforgettable! Maybe I'm crazy, I don't know, but I love you from the bottom of my heart!" 

Those words. It was working! The plan the boy had masterfully prepared, was now taking the right direction! But this was just the beginning, there was more to do to accomplish his strategy! 

"Henrik, my beloved. Your words and feelings make me so happy! The happiest girl in the whole world!" 

A lovely smile appeared on Ophala's face and finally, her body had now stopped trembling. The warmth of Henrik's arms wrapped around her and his naked body were all she wanted. Finally she could feel it. She could feel the love she never had experienced till this night and it made her want more. Her hands fondled Henrik's body, slowly, exploring it. It looked so different from her own body! It was bigger, more toned and touching him was really wonderful, even more than Ophala had ever imagined! And the same was happening to Henrik: the soft touch of Ophala's hands gave him the vigor he had lost just some minutes ago and with it the desire to finally taste the forbidden fruit of Ophala was now back, stronger than ever! 

Gently, Henrik pushed Ophala down on the bed, while he kissed under Ophala's chin, and continued to move down along her neck with sweet kisses that made Ophala moan softly. 

The upper part of the dress Ophala was wearing, soon slid down to her waist, leaving her flat chest exposed to Henrik's kisses and hands that played with her nipples, till Ophala became breathless. Any inhibition they both had till a moment ago had now fallen away, replaced by a passion that burned them from the inside with a disruptive force. The fact they were both males didn't worry them anymore. This intimate moment they were finally sharing and enjoying together was stronger than any possible doubt which ran in their minds, especially for Henrik, now truly fascinated by the unexpected femininity and sensibility Ophala showed to him, despite the manly appearance of her body. 

Henrik looked at Ophala's face. It was flushed and she was really breathing hard. That vision made Henrik's blood fire up and loses self-control. He sat over Ophala's chest, placing his hard and mighty rod right in front of her face. Ophala looked at it puzzled, that "thing," she had seen something similar to it before through the secret passages of the castle but never so close as tonight and now. His beloved Henrik was expecting something from him! Of course, Ophala had never been intimate with other men and he really didn't know what he must do or what exactly Henrik was expecting of him, but soon the instinct began to drive her actions on the right path. 

Embarrassed but tempted by it, she grabbed that pulsing and warm thing in her hand, gently, and slowly began to strokes it. That new feeling was strange, she could feel it pulsing faster and growing in her hand, while Henrik began to moan softly under that pleasant touch. 

Ophala moved her hand faster, following the increase of Henrik's intense moan and groans, till she noticed a sort of white liquid leaking out of the tip of that wonderful cock. Intrigued by that thing, she touched it with her fingers, finding it a little weird and sticky, but interesting. Curious about the nature of that liquid and how it can tasted, Ophala moved her finger to her mouth and licked them clean, maybe it tasted just a little salty and of course it was sticky in texture, but it was better than Ophala was expecting, and more began leaking out of his tip! 

This was a totally new experience for Ophala and in her mind she was trying to understand why that was happening right now. Maybe it was some disease Henrik had and her actions had just made his situation more complicated and dangerous, so she suddenly stopped, worried by the possible consequences. 

"Was that hurting you, my love?" Ophala asked, feeling guilty and even more worried. 

Henrik looked at her, with his deep brown eyes. As he was expecting, Ophala had no experience about sex. After all she was raised as the future heir of the Throne of Lombrady and, of course, it was never permitted for her to have certain "entertainment" with people of the other sex, especially because of her true gender. Henrik smiled at her, trying to relieve the Queen of any fear. 

"It's a natural thing my love, don't be worried, that's the proof of how much my body likes what you are doing to it!" 

The pretty and gentle smile of the Prince reassured Ophala. She became less nervous, even though, she still hesitated, uncertain what was expected of her. Henrik encouraged her. He slowly stroked his mighty rod right in front of Ophala's face. At first, Ophala was embarrassed by the view, but soon the soft and excited moans of her beloved Prince began to tickle her imagination, making her body excited by the experience. 

Still doubtful but tempted by the situation, Ophala moved her trembling hand over that big and incredible rod, soon replacing Henrik's hand. Ophala's hand was so gentle. The sensations it gave to Henrik were intense. He thought that this is the first time she was with a man. It thrilled him and before long, his excitement became too much. He ejaculated copious amounts of white and dense cream from his cock. 

Ophala was fascinated by his reaction to her. It was so new and wonderful! Henrik told her that was the proof of how much his body liked her and those words made her so happy! Her mind didn't know exactly what was happening now in that room, but for sure her body did! Ophala allowed her body to lead her in to this new experience and even though her inexperience was not able to explain it, she was quite sure that it felt right. 

Pushed by the strong sensations she was experiencing for the first time, Ophala wrapped the tip of Henrik's rod with her tongue, licking it clean from that strange fluid that still leaked out slowly. Then, curious about the taste of that impressive and majestic staff, she moved her tongue along its whole length and back, making Henrik moans loudly. 

Her tongue lingered again, the red and swollen tip, making it pulse faster and letting more precum leak out of it. Ophala then opened her mouth, wrapping her burning lips all around the tip, slowly sucking it, finally able to have a good taste of that delicious, succulent nectar. 

Henrik, aroused by the touch of that silky tongue and by the hot lips wrapped around the head of his cock, was finding it difficult to resist the intense pleasure caused by the unexpected and natural skills of Ophala. He had bedded many girls in the past, but not one of them, at their first experience, had ever showed to him such a natural talent to perform fellatio. Maybe, Ophala was really the girl he was looking for after all! His lust grew and he wanted more from his beloved Queen! 

Suddenly, Henrik held Ophala's head between his hands and pushed his swollen rod half way in Ophala's mouth, making her retch several times. Ophala tried to shake his head to free himself from Henrik grip, but Henrik is too strong for her. All she was able to do was to arouse her beloved Prince even more with her movements. Henrik pushed his mighty rod deeper, till the tip reached the back of Ophala's mouth, hitting her soft palate and uvula, making her gag visibly. She found, however, the act to be exciting, even if a little strange. After a while, she grew used to Henrik's invasion of her mouth and began to enjoy it more. 

Henrik pulled his rod back, allowing Ophala a moment to breathe a little easier, but not for long! Ophala wasn't ready for a second, stronger intrusion! This time, Henrik pushed his rod even deeper, reaching the poor girl's throat. Soon Henrik began to repeat the action rhythmically, till the tip was planted, deep in the throat of that innocent girl. Ophala felt stifled, she wanted to break free, but feeling Henrik's rod so deep in the throat, made her feel part of her beloved man, being one with him, finally! Then, suddenly and unexpected, she felt something flood deep in her throat, something warm and unknown to her. 

It was warm and copious. With Henrik's wonderful shaft still firmly planted in Ophala's throat, the girl was forced to hold her breath. She did so but soon it become very difficult for her to continue. Henrik's ejaculate wasn't stopping and in the moment, the Prince didn't appear interested in setting free the Queen's throat. She tried hard to set her head free from the grip of Henrik's strong hands, failing in her endeavors. To watch his lovely Queen so defenseless and unable to disengage from him was exciting the Prince even more! 

Eager to receive more pleasure from that sweet and pleasant mouth, Henrik began again, a slow back and forth movement, literally penetrating again and again the mouth of the poor Queen. Now she totally submitted to him and began to enjoy it more. When Ophala stopped fighting against that forced but exciting experience, it made the penetration far easier and gave Henrik the pleasure to explode again deep in that awesome throat. 

When her royal throat was finally free from that majestic rod, Ophala found she was disappointed. She greedily stared at that thing dripping in front of her face and the desire to take it again in her hand to taste more of its delicious cream was strong, but Henrik didn't give her the time to do it. 

Henrik bent over her again and began to move down along Ophala's body, kissing and caressing it gently until it reached that perfect belly, barely covered by the dress, now totally crumpled. Slowly, Henrik slid it down the Queen flanks and then along her thighs revealing her black panties under that sensual dress. 

The vision of Ophala's half naked body was stunning, more than Henrik had ever dreamed and despite the fact she was not a lady in the true sense, her lovely body was sinuous and hot in his eyes. More exciting than many other girls Henrik had met and bedded in the past. Feeling Henrik's eyes staring at her body, Ophala blushed again. 

"Does my body look so strange to you, my love? Is it because I'm a man and not a girl?" she asked, a little worried. 

"I think you have a very beautiful body, my beloved," the Prince answered, shaking his head and holding out the hand to offer his help to Ophala for standing up. He pulled the Queen against his body, kissing her soft cherry lips passionately, fondling her sensitive back, just to let his left hand slide down and disappear under that cute panties. His fingers frantically searched for the little entrance hidden between that soft and firm bottom cheeks. 

At that touch, so intimate and wild, Ophala felt new and intense shivers run along her spine, extreme and the sort never felt before, but she wasn't scared the situation. No, she found it extremely beautiful and sensual and the reason for this was her beloved Prince, now so close to her! Instinctively, Ophala closed her eyes to enjoy that strong feeling, growing deep inside her body, making her royal blood fire. Henrik understood immediately that now Ophala belonged to him. 

He could understand it thanks to her kisses, from the feeble trembling of her young body and from the heavy breaths of the girl. Henrik was able to push Ophala far over her limits and, unexpectedly, she was demonstrating some incredible attitude for sex, even more than many girls used as sex slaves in the Royal Palace of his father! 

The image of the always so resolute Ophala treated as a slave girl was tickling Henrik's minds, but that wasn't what he wanted for his beloved Queen, even if he found that thought so tempting. Lost in his luxurious thoughts, Henrik pushed Ophala away, making the poor girl fall on her belly. Before the Queen was able to stand again, Henrik blocked her with his body, placing his wonderful rod right between Ophala's bottom cheeks, making the girl bite her sensual lips to stop her moans becoming too loud. 

The weight of Henrik warm body on her was a pleasant sensation for the girl, but what was really stimulating her lascivious side, was the slow rubbing of that marvelous rod between her cheeks and the kisses Henrik was planting on her shoulders and neck. For the first time in her whole life, her pretty and girlish dick was getting hard and throbbing as never before. She remembered Henrik's words. That physical reaction was so pleasant but at the same time, her tiny dick hurt. Something she had never experienced before and which forced her to bite her soft lips once more. Henrik noticed that, and pleasantly excited by it, he whispered in Ophala's ear, 

"Confess it to me, my love, you are really enjoying this, and I'm sure you want more, exactly like me!" 

Ophala, after a first embarrassing moment, nodded at her lovely Prince. Her face flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and ecstasy. It was totally overwhelming that young and inexperienced body and the girl were very disappointed when her beloved Henrik moved aside. 

But that feeling lasted only a few seconds. The strong hand of Henrik slid under Ophala's panties and suddenly, she felt Henrik's fingers rub against her rosebud. That caught the girl unprepared, she wasn't expecting something like that. It aroused her more. Looking at her beloved Prince face, Ophala softly moaned and asked, 

"What...what are you doing to me, my love?" she moaned again "This is so strange but so niceee!" 

While Ophala was moaning for the third time, Henrik pushed the tip of one of his greedy fingers right inside Ophala's wet and pulsing rosebud. Hearing the pretty and excited voice of his Queen moaning again and again, was making Henrik impatient to push his throbbing rod totally into her wrapped by the warm, delicious body of his submissive girl. Even the innocence in Ophala's voice while she's asking her question excited the Prince more. 

"Why are you doing this, Henrik? Did I disappoint you in some way?" the girl asked, looking at him, panting and moaning. 

Henrik smiled at her, with a lascivious smirk on his face, different to the Henrik she knew. It was an expression Ophala did not understand. She felt she was in the arms of another man and not in the ones of her sweet and nice Prince. After a moment of hesitation, the girl asked him, 

"Are...are you really my beloved Henrik?" 

The Prince smiled again, to reassure that little and innocent creature of his true identity. 

"It's really me, my love, I'm Henrik, your Henrik! This is my way to show you how much I love you!" 

With this, Henrik pushed a second finger deep in Ophala's anal passage, making her moan loudly. Her voice was so sensual and her body so hot and totally at his mercy. Henrik usually saw the strong and independent Queen he met inside the walls of the castle, but he must admit this side of Ophala intrigued him, coupled with the innocent and submissive aspect of her personality she was showing to him for the first time, was really pleasing to him. 

Ophala slowly got used to those two intruding fingers digging deep inside her. The initial pain was disappearing little by little, leaving in place a strong and growing pleasure. What Henrik was doing, felt so unnatural to her, maybe even wrong, but it was making her feel good and her body squirmed with need. She was disappointed when Henrik pulled his fingers out of her, interrupting her pleasure. 

Henrik immediately understood the disappointment of Ophala when he looked her in the eyes. This is what the Prince had been waiting for, the moment his Queen appeared in the middle of the night in his room, her eyes begging him to continue that journey into intimacy that she was enjoying so much. She wanted him to go on, even if this meant she had to offer everything of herself to him, the man she loved. 

Without more hesitation, Henrik ripped off the soaked panties Ophala was wearing but took care to leave her dress wrapped around the Queen's knees, immobilizing her legs. The fact that Ophala couldn't move as she wanted stimulated the lustful appetite of the Prince. He placed himself over her exposed body, while the swollen head of his majestic rod aimed straight at Ophala's pulsing puckered star. 

The wait for the next part of that lascivious ceremony didn't last long. Soon, Ophala could feel the burning tip of the rod she had just learned to worship, and which gave her such incredible and deep emotions and ecstasy, pressed against her loosened entrance. All the fear she had when she entered Henrik's room was now gone. She was totally overwhelmed by all the sensations she had discovered this one night. When Henrik's rod finally pushed its way inside Ophala's inexperienced rosebud, she learnt how much the pain can be pleasant too! 

Inside her, there was just the tip of that scepter, but it was bigger than the two fingers which had expertly tried to prepare her for that new and great "Prince". Of course, being her first time, the Queen wasn't ready at all for taking something that big and the pain it caused her was pretty intense. The only thought to keep her balanced in pain and pleasure, was she was being intimate with the man she had secretly loved for almost a year. Even for Henrik that sensation was stronger than he was expecting. 

Despite the fact , the Prince had tried to prepare his lovely Queen to properly welcome his majestic staff, her pretty rosebud was still very tight and the fact she couldn't spread her long and sensual legs, didn't help to makes the penetration easy. Not that Henrik was interested in that, he had always enjoyed sex when it was a little rough! 

In fact, he didn't give time for his Queen to get used to his big intruder. Without hesitation, he pushed his rod deep inside Ophala's rosebud, making the girl scream aloud in this mix of pain and pleasure. Slowly, Henrik continued to push deeper in her sphincter, opening its way inside the girl. At very push, Ophala felt the pain growing and she bit down on her lower lip too help her withstand it, causing it to bruise and then bleed. 

At the same time Henrik's scepter dug in to her, the pleasure slowly began to dominate the pain and her lustful body and mind. Soon, the muscles of her sphincter got used to that wonderful and pleasant staff, even learning to relax when it wanted to go in deeper. She flexed her bottom trying to hold it inside when it moved back a little. It wasn't long before half of that hard and burning rod was deep inside Ophala. Extreme pleasure overwhelmed both lovers and they felt closer to each other than ever before. 




In the Darkness



Henrik panted heavily and leaned over Ophala's body, with his mouth close to her ear, 

"I'm going to totally fill your round and pretty bottom with my scepter, my love!" he whispered, with a lascivious smirk. 

And before Ophala could reply to him, with a big movement of his pelvis, Henrik totally sank his powerful and big scepter in Ophala's torn ass, making tears flow down her cheeks. 

Ophala's scream suddenly filled the room. That intrusion was so painful for her young and inexperienced body. 

So, why she is so happy and excited by it? She thought, was it all because of her beloved man, Henrik? The girl could not explain it. All she knew right now was she didn't want this intimacy to end. 

Henrik wanted that same thing too! Slowly, he began a rhythmic back and forth movement, taking care to use the perfect mix of strength and speed. Every time pushing his rod vigorously inside the poor ass of the girl. The sound of her excited voice, aroused Henrik more than the sensation of Ophala's body wrapped around his rod. It pushed him really close to a wild climax. But the Prince was not totally satisfied, he wanted to be sure that his submissive Queen would experience her first orgasm too, whilst he was still deep inside her! 

Henrik movements became faster and rougher and with it the moans of Ophala became wilder and louder, till the point they echoed in the empty corridors of the whole castle. Ophala had already lost her inhibitions. Now she was totally overwhelmed by the intensity and luxurious sensations running amok throughout her whole body. She felt the fire burning inside her, it started from her belly and it reached any single cell of her sexually stimulated body. 

A new and unknown sensation rose from her belly. A sensation which exploded out of control! His dense seed flooded his beloved Ophala's orifice. She was unable to control her body any longer, there too much stimulant from all those new sensations. She reached her first orgasm screaming and moaning aloud. Henrik noticed it. He smiled satisfied and instead of giving some rest to his exhausted Ophala, he continued to vigorously pound her now-no-more-virginal ass with his excited rod, almost ready to spray a second load of his seed into her depths. 

"The night is going to be long, my love." Henrik said to Ophala, who was dazed by the experience and wonder of sex. 

"You are what I want, no, what I really need, my love!" the girl replied, smiling at him and drooling. 

Hearing the girl's words, Henrik rose up on his knees taking care not to let his scepter pop out of Ophala's now voracious and stretched rosebud. He slapped her round and full bottom cheeks twice. He stared at her, totally defenseless form below him enjoying the view. Then eventually the Prince answered her. 

"I know what you need right now, my naughty and lovely Queen!" 

Both were enraptured with the intense lust that had taken control of them. They smiled at each other, knowing the night was yet still young and this was only the beginning of the change in their relationship from friends to lovers. 

When Henrik woke up in late morning, Ophala was no longer at his side. After he had fallen asleep, she must have left the room and the castle to go back to her duties as Queen...or maybe that wonderful night was just a pleasant dream! He looked around the room, then back to the empty place on the bed, where he noticed a paper partially hidden by the sheets. Trembling, Henrik reached for it and read it, immediately recognizing Ophala's writing: 

"Sorry, my beloved, I would like to stay with you, but I have to go back. Work is waiting me. But I promise you, we will be together really soon." 

The sadness disappeared from Henrik's heart while he looked out of the great window, daydreaming of the moment when his lovely Queen will be again in his arms. And when that time will come, he had no intentions of letting her go again! 

It was dusk when Queen Ophala and her delegation finally returned to the castle. Ophala was exhausted and even though the desire to meet her beloved Henrik was strong, the need to rest was stronger. She reached her room to rest a little and has a relaxing bath. She was really in need of that after two days of hard negotiations that had exhausted her. The hot water was pleasant and her tense body finally began to relax and regain some strength. Ophala closed her eyes falling in to a light sleep, lulled by the warmth of the enormous bathtub and the sweet thought of finally being able to hug her beloved Henrik. She didn't hear the feeble sound of naked footsteps filling the room. 

"It's been a while since the last time we met, sister of mine. It was probably when we were first born!" 

Ophala opened her eyes looking around the room, but the steam is obscuring the presence from her sight. 

"Who are you? What do you want from me!?" she replied, trying to collect her thoughts. She stood in the water. 

"Oh, sister, don't tell me you forgot about me?" he said with a smirk on his face, "That is so cruel, but after all, I was expecting this..." 

The voice was now closer, but the steam was still too dense and Ophala's body was too heavily tired to run away as she wanted. There was no one nearby the bathroom to help. She had ordered the handmaids to leave her alone in her peaceful sanctuary. 

"My my, Sister, I'm so sad. I was sure you would recognize me immediately, even though we met just the one time!" 

At those words, something came in Ophala's mind, something her mother, the old Queen, had said to her the day before she died 

"Ophir? Is that you? How were you able to come here? And why are you here?" 

Ophala was now worried. She had never met her twin brother in her whole twenty years of life and now he was here, hidden by the steam of the bath. He sounded sinister, planning something in his mind, she was sure. But what he was planning? The girl didn't know him well and had no idea about he's feeling for her. Maybe he hated her or maybe not, but for sure, this wasn't the best scenario to meet him for the first time! She was naked for God's sake. 

"See? It wasn't difficult, Sister. Yes, it is me... and I have come to take my life back, my freedom back!" 

Once said, he grabbed Ophala from behind, totally restraining her movements with all his manly strength. Ophala tried many times to free herself from Ophir's grip, but he was so energetic. At the same time, the girl was too tired from her long travels to oppose any helpful resistance against her twin. 

In fact, it didn't take too long for Ophir to push her out of the water completely defenseless. He manhandled her to the access of the secret passage, totally naked. He frog marched her for some minutes in to the darkness that filled the passages until they reached a larger room with a straw bed and a three meter long chain embedded in solid stone. 

When Ophala seen that gloomy room, her blood ran cold. Till that moment, she had no idea about what was in her twin's mind but now it was clear for her, Ophir wants to chain her there or, maybe, something even worst! Desperate, the Queen tried to collect all the remaining strength she had to escape from that place, but Ophir was expecting a similar reaction. It was easy for him to block her and push her down on the floor. To prevent any other possible escape plans or ideas from Ophala, Ophir didn't hesitate to lock the chain's hook around her neck. Then, when his sister was finally immobilized, he moved a step away, staring at the girl with a satisfied expression. 

"This is not exactly as pretty and comfortable as your room, but trust me, you'll get used to living here!" the boy said, with a devilish smirk. 

"Why? Why are you doing this to me, Ophir? I'm your sister, after all, we share the same blood!" she asked, with a trembling voice. 

"WHY? YOU ASK ME WHY? Oh, Sister," he thundered back, holding Ophala's face tight in his hand "I want my life back, the life YOU had until now. I'll be the Queen Ophala everyone loves! And I want the love of Henrik, the only one who ever filled my heart with happiness!" 

He broke off, looking at Ophala's scared eyes. Her whole body was trembling, paralyzed by the fear of her brother's actions and his expression glaring at the inoffensive girl. Now she knew that her twin brother was there to takes everything she had, to gain his revenge against the system which had precluded a normal life to him, a life the role of the Queen of the Kingdom could grant. Ophir gently smiled at her for the first time, but only because he was satisfied by the horror on his sister's face. Then, he continued, 

"But don't worry, I'll take care of you, Sister, I need you for the sake of MY Kingdom!" he said, caressing her flat and perfect belly, "Hope you can excuse me, but it's time for the Queen to meet her beloved Prince. Oh, I can't wait to be in his arms again!" 

Totally lost in the ecstasy of that moment and unable to think of anything else except his beloved Henrik, Ophir leaves that dark and cold chamber, abandoning his sister chained in it. But that girl is no more Ophala, the Queen of the Kingdom of Lombrady. Now the one and only Ophala is him, the shadow who had lived for twenty years in the darkness of the whole royal family. Now, this was going to change, the bright world was now waiting its new ruler! 

Just before he was about to leave the secret passages of the castle to going back to the Queen's bathroom, he heard the voice of that disgusting girl yelling against an unknown man. 

"I'LL CURSE YOU, OPHIR, YOUR DESCENDANTS...MAY THE KINGDOM BE DAMNED BECAUSE OF YOU!" 

And when the secret door finally closed, that voice appeared so feeble and so far away! Queen Ophala wondered about who the owner of that voice was and who the man was she was cursing. It didn't matter to her, all she cared about now was to run in to the arms of her beloved Prince, again! 

After that night, many things changed inside the castle, especially to the people which were in close contact with the Queen till that day. The first change, was the two handmaids who served Ophala in the last ten years and assisted her dressing and bathing. They were replaced by two new maids, but this time they weren't allowed to enter in the royal bath. No one could see Ophala naked and find out the truth about her. 

The second was about the Prime Minister. During the usual hunt organized for the second Sunday of the month, the horse of the Minister was scared by a huge viper and the Minister, unable to maintain his balance, fell on the ground, hitting his head on a rock hidden by the grass. His death was immediate, no one was able to help him and to explain why a viper was in that area, a place they usually avoid because of the continuous presence of big animals. 

But for sure, the strangest thing which had begun to happen, was the continuous rumors which circulated between the soldiers of the castle. All swore to hear, during the dead of night, the voice of a girl sobbing and crying while she called the name of her true love, but no one was able to hear clearly and understand which name it was. More often, that voice yelled cursing the name of the royal family, especially the name of Queen Ophala, or this is what the soldiers had presumed to understand the name to be! 

The truth behind this mysterious girl was well known just by the Queen and by the stones of the castle, the only witness left of the sad story of two twins. Twins who had the disgrace to be born as members of the Royal family of the Kingdom of Lombrady and ruled by superstitions and fear of them!



In the Darkness



A continuation of https://www.literotica.com/s/meeting-18

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We're talking at the cafe about all manner of things. But I feel he's still harboring resentment towards me. He is still angry. To be honest, I can't even remember why there was so much resentment. I try my best during the conversation to smooth things over, but nothing I say seems to be able to change the way he's feeling. But it's ok, I know at least I had to try.

As we talk, his gaze is fierce. Too often I feel uneasy as I try and read the meaning behind it, but I can't. It puts me on edge and, I realize, gives him the upper hand.

The conversation isn't going too great, and finally finishing up my fourth glass of wine (and him his third whiskey), we finally decide to say goodbye and part ways. We're standing about two feet apart from each other, and I'm unsure of how we're supposed to do this. He catches me off guard as he slowly runs his hand lightly over my collarbone towards my face, and hesitates, for a fraction of a second, at my neck and then settles for giving me a quick pat on the shoulder. I'm confused by this but I don't mention it. I try tell myself, the hesitation was so brief I easily could have imagined it, and knowing me, I probably did. So in return I just smile, give a quick incline of my head, thank him for the drinks and head off towards my car.

As I'm driving home, my mind relays everything that just happened. I start to run over his looks in my head, and despite everything my mind is telling me, my heart quickens in my chest.

. . .

It's been a few weeks and I'm running late after seeing my last client of the day. It's in a weird part of town that I'm not 100% familiar with. I'm trying to remember which garage I parked my car in, but they all look the same. As I stride down the street, I finally think I recognize the right garage. I walk in and start heading to the first floor, but soon realize it's not the correct one. I decide I must be on the wrong block, so I double back and start moving through an alleyway which leads to the other side. It's getting darker and I know it's risky but this is shorter than walking the whole way around.

As I exit out the other side, I don't recognize anything but as I'm about to turn back again, someone lunges out of the shadows, latching onto me from behind. They wrap their left arm around my upper body, holding my arms down and, with their right hand, cover my mouth. Instantly I tell myself not to breathe in, but I'm mere seconds too late and already I feel my legs dropping out underneath me as the chloroform takes effect. My mind puts up a stronger fight than my body, which frustratingly gives up too quickly, but eventually the blackness takes over and I'm out.

. . .

I wake up to the drip, drip, drip of water somewhere nearby. My head feels foggy and heavy, and I blink a few times to clear my vision. I start to bring my hand to my head but find that my hands have been bound together with rope. I look at them, frowning, and don't quite understand. As my mind takes it's time to register everything, I look around and try to take in my surroundings. It's then when I realize I have absolutely no idea where I am. Looking down at my ankles, I notice they're shackled to the floor, each on their own chain hooked to a loop which set in the concrete.

I look around again, this time more frantically, trying to make sense of what is happening right now. Forcing and willing myself as best I can to stay calm, my eyes don't settle on any one thing as I'm scanning through events in my mind. I remember looking for my car. I remember multiple garages, and I remember the alleyway. Almost instantly I can taste of the chloroform that was used on me and I remember being accosted by someone.

I whip my head up and take a hard look around. I need to get away. The room is depressingly bare, and I'm sitting on the floor. The dripping is coming from somewhere to my left, but I can't make out anything in the darkness. The only light entering the room is through a small window in front of me, lighting up my immediate area like a spotlight on a stage.

To my right I see some tables, but that's about it. The walls are smooth and plastered, and the floor is concrete; grey and cold.

I look back at my ankles and reach forward with my hands to feel the shackles locked around them. They're cold and hard, made from a thick metal. Perhaps it could be steel, I'm not sure. I think to myself while analysing the rope that it looks odd in contrast, and sadly accept it's thick enough that I won't be able to chew through it. My eyes follow the rope from my wrists, to the floor where some slack is lying, then upwards to a loop by the ceiling where it disappears thereafter into darkness.

My mouth is dry and I test my voice by clearing my throat a little. The noise seems to echo in the quiet room and not long after it comes back to me do I hear a chair scrape and footsteps sound toward me. I jump, and I'm scared. I didn't know anyone was there, waiting and watching in silence. The steps sound heavy so I know it's male but whoever it is stops just within the shadows so I cannot see them, but the second he speaks, my whole body goes cold with shock.

His voice is clipped and calculating. He still sounds angry, but there is now a hint of achievement in there somewhere.

He's asked me something and when I can't seem to find my voice to respond, he strides into the light (confirming he is who I thought he was), and hits me straight across the face. He's strong, so it hurts (later I am thankful it wasn't a fist), and I cry out as the sheer force of the impact pushes me sideways. Wasting no time he leans down and grips me tightly by the throat. As he hauls me roughly to my feet, it's almost all happening in slow motion and I can even see the shadows playing over the muscles in his outstretched arm. I am barely able to find my feet, but he doesn't seem to notice, or care, and he doesn't let go.

I remember him being strong, but now he seems almost animal as he slams me back against the wall, his body presses up against mine pinning me into place. I can barely breathe as he is heavy and still has his hand pressed up against my throat. His breath is rough in my ear as he tells me in a hoarse, fierce whisper that I can say what I want but ultimately he doesn't care what I have to say.

I'm so shocked at everything happening, my lungs are battling from the lack of air, all I can do in response is choke in his grip. He steps back, keeping the pressure on my neck and narrows his eyes. He seems to be taking pleasure in having the power to do this at his will.

Just as I feel my mind slipping and fading he lets go and, falling forward, I rake in ragged breaths desperately between my coughs. My mind clears again as the oxygen returns to my brain, but seconds later, while I'm still recovering, the ropes on my wrists jerk upward and I find myself pinned against the wall, hands above my head. I'm unable to move them, no matter how hard I struggle. Kicking makes no difference as the chains are now pulled taught, and the furthest I can move them now is no more than hip distance apart.

He paces in front of me, laughing at my embarrassingly futile attempts and suddenly it dawns on me that I cannot see a way out of this, so I start to beg. I beg to be let go, I beg for this to be over, I plead that I'm sorry for anything wrong I did before, but he just ignores me.

To be continued...



In The Darkness Before The Dawn



A/N: This is all new to me, so concrit is wholeheartedly appreciated. Thanks.

I wake in darkness. I stretch slowly, languidly. My thoughts drift in a lazy haze, caught between sleep and wakefulness. I feel a large warm hand run up the inside of my thigh and shift to accommodate it, realising as I move that my hands are bound above my head. I jolt fully into consciousness and realise that the darkness, too, is due to binding.

"Ah, so you're awake now, little one." His voice is low and deep; rich dark wine that warms me as I drink it in. I draw breath to respond but before I even part my lips I feel a strong, rough finger rest gently on my mouth. I'm already aroused. I'm not sure whether He has been caressing me as I slept or whether merely the sound of His voice and a few light touches are sufficient to enflame me.

"Don't speak. Not a sound." The finger caresses my lower lip, and then is replaced by velvety lips and course stubble as He kisses me. Deep kisses that reach inside me and claim me as His own. When He draws back, He leaves me panting and breathless.

His hands return to my body, roaming at will up and down in slow, firm movements. The feel of his finely calloused skin is familiar to me, and wherever it passes it ignites my skin with an electric tingle, an after burn. I shiver slightly in anticipation, as one of His hands nears my right breast. I roll my shoulder backwards slightly, my breast yearning upwards towards His touch. He chuckles quietly, enjoying my eagerness, enjoying making me wait for His pleasure.

"Not so fast, little one." I almost object, but remember His enjoinder to silence. I'm floating in a warm aura of arousal and the sleepy contentment of a pleasant waking, and it is not hard to let the words slide away and fade from my memory. His hands cup my bosom briefly, as though in reward, and then slide to my ribs and He runs his nails down my sides in a slow, exquisite trail. Over my hips and down my outer thighs to my knee, where nails are replaced by lips as He slowly, so slowly, works His way back up to where He began.

Lips close over one perky nipple, kissing, licking, sucking, biting. While His mouth is closed over the left nipple, firing alternate bursts of pleasure and tiny flickers of pain throughout my nervous system, His other hand continues to traverse my body. Fingertips lightly brushing my stomach, causing me to gasp and contract my abdominal muscles. Now moving up to knead my other breast and tweak my other nipple in a quick, sudden pinch. Now sliding up my neck and lingering on my lip while I pepper His fingertips with small kisses.

Cold air and a sense of absence as He moves His mouth off my left nipple. I feel a harsh scratch as His chin brushes across my cleavage to encompass the right in the warm haven of His mouth. He doesn't linger here for long; a few moments of sweet suction from His lips and gentle laving from His tongue before He gives the nub a parting nip with His teeth. His mouth wanders to the under-curve of the swell of my breast. Strong suction, deepening into a bite. 

He lets me dwell a moment on the pulsing pain before His hand slides back down my body and, dear God, brushes over my pubic mound and parts my labia. My juices coat His finger as He ghosts over my sex, then abandons it again as His teeth finish their work on my breast. A soothing tongue returns pleasure to the red and swollen area where He has marked me. Is it wrong to feel a rush of pleasure at the thought of His mark hidden on me where no-one else can see? 

His hand moves barely an inch and He grasps a tiny portion of the skin on my buttocks and twists and once more the combined sensations of pleasure and pain send a fiery current through me, heightening my arousal. Finally the pinch is released and His tongue moves in lazy swirls, mingled with intermittent kisses and nips and sucks, down my chest and stomach. Strong hands grasp my inner thighs and force my legs apart and a wet, hot tongue loops leisurely around my clit. 

His grip tightens slightly and His strong fingers press into my thighs. His tongue explores my sex, mapping out His terrain in silken swirls and long lavacious laps. Heat is coiling in my groin, radiating outward from a small, tight ball of white-hot sparks in its centre. 

His tongue enters my pussy; not questing but demanding and determined. It is harder now not to make a sound, and a small whimper escapes me. His hands clench, digging painfully into my thighs and the wondrous warm and wet is withdrawn. He growls, a deep rumble from his chest and pain explodes in my thigh; in the soft, tender join under the pubic bone as He bites down hard. It takes a harsh, jagged jolt of willpower to contain the scream welling up from inside me. A warm, salty liquid fills my mouth and seeps down my throat; I've bitten my lip instead. One hand moves swiftly and squeezes my nipple, twisting and sending pain shooting through my side.

"Not a sound." He repeats, His voice a low, angry hiss. I nod my head and feel the blindfold damp against my face from my tears of pain. He waits, one hand still digging sharply into my thigh and the other sending a painful admonishment through my breast. He watches me with a heavy stare that I can feel even if I cannot see, until I've quietened. He makes no other sound Himself; no murmur to reassure, no further rebuke, no hissed warning of further punishment to come. I know His rules, and He will not warn me again. I swallow the last tang of blood and wait for His decision. Pleasure or pain, they are His to command, and mine to receive as He wills it.

His hands loosen their angry grip and return to their steady pressure that holds my legs immobile. I know He has forgiven my lapse as I feel Him come closer to my sex, feel His breath hot and damp on my skin. He closes over my sex and sucks hard on my clit; a sudden, quick move designed to take me by surprise and test my obedience to Him. I do not cry out, and with one last sharp suck he releases my clit and returns to tongue fucking my pussy. 

He knows my body well, and He already had me extremely turned on; it doesn't take long for the heat to build again in my groin. His hands gave a firm push on my thighs, thrusting them further apart, and my breath hitches as one of His thick, supple fingers joined His tongue, keeping rhythm, stoking the fire into an urgent heat. 

As a master musician plucks a harmony from his instrument, so too does He play me. Sensing the urgent tension building in me, He returns His tongue to my clit and drives a second finger into my eager, over sensitised pussy, thrusting it hard and deep. I am approaching climax, and a tug of war commences in my mind; my body seeks to cry out in release and my mind fights to stop it, and submit to His will. He does not need to speak the words. I know His rules. I may not cum until He grants me permission. Fuelled by shame of my earlier infraction, I tremble at the brink of orgasm, but I hold. 

For all that I know His rules; He knows my body, my mind. He knows my limits, and He knows how to push them. He drives his fingers harder still, each forward thrust enveloping me in a wave of desire, his tongue lashing my clit, driving me closer to the very brink of orgasm. My body trembles and my breath come in desperate gasps. My mind is almost lost to the pleasure. I so badly want to please Him though! I don't cum, but I am close, sooo c-c-close. 

His tongue flickers out in one last delightful dance over my clit, and his fingers slowly withdraw. The burning desire to cum slowly fades, leaving me in a heightened state of arousal that tinges my darkened vision with a red haze. My heart pounds in my chest, my blood rushes in my ears. Every nerve ending is alive and receptive. My still, silent, sightless world has turned its focus on the only sensations left to focus on – Him. 

He places His hands on the bed on either side of me and pulls his weight up my body with a slow, silent strength. His face is millimetres from me; His breath caresses my skin in hot, humid puffs. His pace is deliberately slow; sanguine and predatory. He straightens level with me, His upper body not quite touching my skin. He shifts His weight to support Himself on His knees and one hand and raises the other hand to my face. I feel His thumb ghost along my jaw-bone, then He places the two fingertips He used to fingerfuck my pussy on my lips.

He is so close to me I can feel His body heat radiating into me, but bereft of the touch of His skin it is as if He is pinning me down merely with His presence. It is intimidating; stifling and strong. His power is intoxicating and I drink deeply of it even as I slowly suck my own juices from His fingers.

"Good." His voice is low, soft, close to my ear. "Mmm. You like that, don't you?" Does He know? Does He realise how much His voice, His touch, His smell fill me with desire? I slide my lips slowly down His fingers and lunge forward again, taking them greedily into my mouth. I'm rewarded with a soft chuckle, like light through my darkness.

"Enough." He withdraws His hand and the mattress moves beneath me as He shifts, the exotic heat of His body leaves and I shiver. A quick, calming stroke of His hand against the side of my face. "I have something else for that sweet little mouth of yours."

He swings His leg over my waist and slides up to the position that suits Him; with my arms bound above my head, there is no restriction and He moves in quickly. I feel the weight of Him as He lowers Himself onto my chest, up near my neck. His scent fills my senses; overwhelming.

The tip of His cock brushes my lips. I try to lift my head to take Him into my mouth, but His hand is in my hair, holding my head down. 

"Not yet, little one. You may speak. Ask me for what you want." 

"Please." It passes my lips involuntarily. Other partners have asked me to beg but always before it was a game, and I played it as such. The words were pretend, although there was certainly an earnest desire to gain the end result. With Him, the words come without restraint, without pretence, ripped from my mind without conscious thought. With Him, I am entranced; held in a state of ephemeral suspension where only lust and desire and a yearning want of Him exist. 

"Please, let me suck your cock." Let me feel you, taste you. "I want... want..." I draw in a shuddering breath and the words fail. Want, need, desire, crave, God pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease.

He places his finger on my lips again, replacing the injunction against speech, then slides His finger down to my bottom lip, pulling gently so my lips are parted. Again, I feel the tip of His cock on my lips, the salty tang of precum wetting them. He allows me time to quickly lick it from my lips before He inserts the head of His cock in my mouth. I lick Him, savouring the mixed salty taste of precum and skin.

He leans forward and the weight lifts slightly from my chest and His cock presses forward slowly, deeply into my throat. I feel the blind panic of having my airway blocked and struggle with my gag reflex. He holds there, waiting for me to become accustomed to Him. I focus on the dry heat in my mouth, the silken skin against my tongue and the exquisite flavour of male sex that is indescribable, but once tasted can never be forgotten. I inhale deeply through my nose, allowing my mind to fill with the musky scent and relaxing my throat so as not to gag.

I raise my tongue against His hard length, and suck as much as I am able to while He slowly withdraws, just to the tip, and then presses His length forwards again with agonising slowness. The struggle to relax my throat is more easily won this time, and He slides out and in again, slightly faster than before. I try to raise my head and assert some control, but with my arms above my head and His weight bearing down on me, it is all but impossible. 

I let my head rest and He begins to move faster, no faster than I can handle, but much more rapidly than the languid slide of a moment ago. I close my eyes more tightly, even though the darkness of the blindfold makes the gesture pointless, and relax. My mind stops struggling and my body's fight or flight responses fade away as I surrender myself to the inevitable. He increases his tempo further and I feel a warm cacoon of contentment and pleasure; the floodgates open once more and desire and yearning wash over me with in a wave that it is breathtaking. I am unaware of how long I stay that way; mind sedate from submitting to Him and body enveloped by heady emotions of lust and want. Outward physical sensation is reduced to two things; the musky smell filling my nostrils and fuelling the warm haze and the taste and feel of Him in my mouth and throat. 

Eventually the sensations cease, and there is a momentary sense of loss. I stay floating in the warm haze of heightened arousal, waiting. He moves again and I feel His touch all along me as He lays on top of me. I wrap my legs around Him and welcome His weight pressing me into the mattress, grounding me. He kisses me deeply, the pressure harsh on my swollen lips. His tongue flickers against my bottom lip, insistent, demanding. I open to Him and let Him explore my mouth, taking only the comfort of His touch and taste, the solid feel of Him.

There is an explosion of sensation when He enters me. I think for a brief moment that I have cum, it is so intense. I hadn't realised how aroused I was. A wave of pleasure spreads from my sex and radiates up and through me, taking my breath away. He is thrusting hard, and I am rocked with the force of Him and the heat of my own pleasure at each thrust. 

With my hands above my head, His weight pinning me down, and His powerful thrusts he is over me, in me – everywhere, or so it seems to me. The heavy feeling of being overpowered is dizzying and the intense pleasure from His strong, fast thrusts are pushing my arousal higher, further, deeper. I'm lost in sensation, in Him, in a blood-red haze of desire.

I want to cum. I want Him to cum. I want to stay in this moment for eternity. I want to feel him everywhere. I want to fly apart at the seams. I have handed Him full control, willingly, because I am so far beyond control that I have forgotten the meaning of the word. 

He raises Himself up on His arms, still fucking me, driving deeper with those fast, powerful thrusts of His hips. He speaks, His voice rich with a timbre of sex and pure desire; it wraps around me and penetrates me like a living being. He continued forcing himself into me, for how long I don't know – I am lost in an endless moment; there is nothing in my mind except an overwhelming carnal lust and the reality of Him.

He drops to one elbow and places His other Hand lightly on my throat, just a hint of pressure; it's something that has always given me a thrill of lust. 

"Cum for me." I relax the last hold on my willpower and let myself fall. Lust, desire, yearning, sensation, pleasure; all reach their apex and I spiral into an orgasm. I feel His hand tighten slightly around my throat as He slams into me, hard and deep, and stays there while His seed explodes into me as His own orgasm pulses through Him. I convulse as my orgasm deepens; my body trembles and quivers, my mind reels in white waves of pure pleasure, and my voice is finally given leave to scream out a release.

He holds me tight, close, grounding me. I drift, empty but full, tired but awake, drained but energetic, as the last trills of my orgasm race through twitching muscles. The morning air leaves me shivering as He moves away, the loss of Him almost too overwhelming to my hypersensitive emotional state just now. I am surprised to find myself on the verge of tears at His absence. 

Once again, He seems to know my mind, and the warmth of His presence is back beside me. I feel a warm, soft touch of cloth as He gently cleans me, then Himself, before discarding whatever it was that He grabbed. Slowly, softly, He removes the bindings from my arms, and lowers them to my side. My shoulders burn with the shift; I have been writhing in my bonds.

"Keep your eyes closed." His voice is light and gentle, but still retaining a fraction of the timbre from before. I obey, knowing from experience that the light will stab at my eyes after the darkness. I am not ready to surrender the silent darkness yet at any rate; I am content to lie in its protective warmth a while longer listening to my heartbeat gradually cease to race. I feel coolness on my face as the blindfold is gently removed, followed by the heavy feel of the comforter being pulled over me. It doesn't offer warmth yet, but the heat from His body as He pulls me to His chest and folds His arms around me is all that I'll ever need. 



In the Darkness of Her Night



At the club's entrance hall reception desk, all I said to the tattooed and pierced young woman was, "I hear there is someone new. Her name is J. I want her, and I want P to be a part of it." With this particular employee, it was best to keep it simple.

The club was in an out of the way villa, old and run down, at least from the outside. Inside it was a very private club for gentlemen of certain tastes and sufficient wealth. P was a very dear favourite of mine. She was one of my first. She was the only one I occasionally smiled at. At first she misunderstood the smiles. It had nothing to do with any true affection. Later she understood. It was only about how far we had both come over the past two years we had been at the club, I, as a paying member, and she as a paid employee. We both kept silent about where we came from, and where we went, after our time at the villa. Time, where I as a man was privileged to indulge in whatever I wanted to indulge and she as a woman paid to indulge me, or whoever else fancied her. The club had few if any rules about what could be indulged. But there were rules. Only gentlemen were members, but they were free to bring a guest or two, gender optional, after said guests were carefully apprised of the few rules. Breaking of the rules was seldom an issue. 

The receptionist didn't have to say much, just "When?" All the other details were on record. "Not tonight. Tomorrow night. I'll be here at one or two in the morning." The receptionist allowed a feint smile. "Don't let her sleep?" "Yes, don't let her sleep, starting now."

I walked out. I had enjoyed a brief but intense session with one of the kitchen staff, but I had things to attend to. That night I slept alone.

Arriving at the club the next evening, I walked past the reception desk and entered the lounge. The lounge attendant, who as usual was in a very revealing outfit, reached for my bottle of Oban and poured a measured two ounces into my personal whisky glass. It was Edinburgh crystal, a gift from my grandmother. I smiled my usual smile and sipped the single malt. I had heard that J was new, that she was here under a common story. Young, she wanted to make a place for herself among the rich and famous but had neither the birth nor the wherewithal that would allow her to succeed on her own. She had chosen a tradition route, offering up her body and her pretence at affection in exchange for being kept and occasionally being let into a society she would otherwise never know. She was here because her chosen benefactor was unhappy with her resistance to understanding her true place and what was expected of her, the true coast of being kept. A mistress is of no value if she doesn't accept her place. A week's residence, here at the club, in exchange for her opportunity to continue to be mistress to her benefactor, was the usual arrangement that was offered in these circumstances. She accepted. Of course she was not fully informed of the true intent of her stay, but was given to understand that once she entered, she left in a week. Not sooner. I didn't ask who her benefactor was. It wasn't me. Nothing else mattered. I was allowed to be part of her education, her instruction, perhaps. But only once. An extra fee, on my part was not necessary. It was one of the rules. Her benefactor would collect in his appreciation of her new attitude. 

After a few pleasant moments alone with my thoughts, the whisky and the music of Mozart, P entered the lounge from the ante way. For P, she was dressed conservatively. Brilliant white silk blouse, a tailored woman's suit, Jacquard was my guess, skirt just below her knees, silk scarf, simple black stockings and black heels. Her hair was up on her head, a very light touch of makeup and some pearls. She looked like an extremely attractive, well to do lawyer. Perfect. I didn't know what was underneath, and I didn't really care. J was my interest tonight, my reason for being here, my pleasure toy, my fuck toy, and my very own living feminine sex doll. P understood. She always did. I gave her a few simple instructions and she walked out. J had been a resident at the club for three or four days. I was interested in finding out if she was beginning to understand her place.

I handed the glass to the attendant. A second wee dram while P prepared J. I took a long and studied look at the lounge attendant. She was a picture out of a book of erotic photography. She had on a leather cat suit, with carefully cut out holes for her breasts and crotch and a somewhat silly cat mask with small pointed ears. She was new. Her choice of apparel was not very original and not really all that appropriate for the lounge but the leather looked like it had been painted on her body. It fit her tall and buff frame perfectly. Custom tailored obviously and very expensive work, paid for by the club, which was to say, partly by me. I was allowed to gaze and reflect. She was not just there to serve drinks. She was part of the furniture. A furniture girl, nothing more, unless I wanted her to be something more. At this time I didn't. Perhaps another time, when I might be in a different mood. I started to feel warm, but only on the outside.

Mozart. The Marriage of Figaro. I smiled again, sat in a lounge chair, studied the furniture girl and sipped. 

I didn't have to do much to prepare for J. I simply walked into the room that I had asked P to place her in. I paused to see that all was well. It was. P was sitting in a well upholstered chair, smoking a cigarette. After all her services to me I allowed her that much. The room contained a few of the usual features, a bed with a frame, a cage, a restraint cross against the wall, and various types of interesting accessories to make the room functional. It also had what I wanted. A simple horse, rounded, padded only slightly and over it was J. She was dressed only in a dirty threadbare shift, which if she was standing would barely cover her modesty. Stretched over the horse, her feet apart and restrained to the floor, her body bent over and down at the waist, her wrists also restrained to the floor, the shift only covered the top of her backside. Her femininity was open to me, exposed and waiting. I had never seen her before and never would again. She was blindfolded as per custom in these situations. She was never to know who her violators were. I took a moment to drink in the image. P lit another cigarette. There was a glass of cognac in her hand. I allowed her that.

It was time to look at J. It was hard to judge her age. I pulled the shift up a bit and waited. J slightly lifted her body up a bit letting me lift the shift from under her and strip her nude. Good. She knew I wanted her nude. I pulled the shift over her head, leaving it down around her arms. She was slim, her figure almost adolescent. Her breasts were small, her cheeks tight and almost boyish. Her skin was pale and her short blonde hair was unkempt. She looked exactly as I expected her to look. A mess. Tired, sore, stiff and almost defeated, but not quite defeated. There was still a bit of resolve in her pose. She was standing on her own, as much as she could be said to be standing. Her legs were straight and she was still. Yes, there was still some resolve in her. She didn't just drape over the horse in submission or exhaustion. She likely wouldn't for a few more days. I was sure that she knew enough by now to remain totally silent. 

Because P was special to me, I let her finish the cigarette. I was in no hurry. I walked around J a few times. She truly was a mess. Her face was dirty, with obvious traces of old semen, dried and glazed on her face and neck. Similar traces graced her breasts and abdomen. She obviously had not been allowed to bathe. A few bruises around her mouth, some a few days old, some fresh. Evidence of her resistance to provide an outlet for a member's penis. Or perhaps, an outlet of some kind for one of the male or female caretakers charged with securing her and keeping her from bolting. I didn't beat women in the club but had no issue with those who did. Her back showed only a trace of whip marks. She must have given in quickly to whoever used it. I ran my hand down her neck, over her back and down her backside and paused at her ass. Her lower back, cheeks, ass and vulva were clean, as per my instructions. I pressed gently with one finger against her anus. She physically winced. Good. Very good. I continued down to her vagina, and paused to notice she was dry. Also very good. I took my hand away. From now on, the only part of me that I really wanted to touch her with was my penis, which was already starting to enlarge. 

P finished the cigarette, stubbed it out in the ashtray and stood up. She walked over to me and kissed me in a way that would seem passionate to those who didn't know. She was the only woman in the world allowed to smoke and then approach my mouth. In her own way, she had earned that. I let myself smile inwardly. Yes, P had me trained in her own special way. I allowed her that. It was worth it.

P smiled a very simple smile and asked, "Shall I start?" I nodded yes and let her undo my belt, loosen my slacks and slip them over my shoes. She slid my shorts down and off. That was it for now. She knew I only wanted to violate J. Removing any more clothing was unnecessary at this time. She reached for the glass of cognac, and turned to me.

She took my penis in her hand, moved down to her knees and took me into her mouth. She knew it was only to prepare me. I had no interest in her making me come. Her role was to get me ready to violate J. At least for now. She sucked my head and ran her tongue around my penis shaft, expertly but showing no emotion. I only looked at J's exposed ass, her labia and thought about what was to come. Even without her showing any emotion, P worked her magic. 

I started to talk as my penis swelled in P's mouth. "J, my name is not for you to know. " I spoke softly, gently, kindly, in a voice I might use to a child. I smiled again. "I think you know why I am here. I can only hope for your sake, that you are good to me. There are teachers here you may not want to meet." P, my ever enlarging penis in her mouth, looked up at my face and gave me a trace of a knowing smile. She said "I think you are ready." "Yes" I replied. "I don't want to hurt her. Wet her." P gave me a slightly sinister smile, her eyebrows lifting and her gaze down to the floor. I don't think so, was the message.

She turned to J. She took a sip of the cognac, savouring it and letting her saliva flow. Gathering some in her mouth, she then spat it over J's labia. She took another sip, parted J's labia with her fingers, waited and spat again. Then she sucked on two fingers, gathered some more saliva in her mouth and moving it to the tip of her tongue, parted J's labia again, opening the entrance to her vagina and pushed her tongue in deep, wetting her. She took her fingers away from J's labia and spreading her cheeks, pausing only to push in her tongue there as well. Then she moved her mouth back to J's labia, sucked in one of her inner lips and bit, hard. J did not make a sound, but her whole body stiffened for a few seconds, then relaxed. Almost. P continued to moisten J's vagina as if she was washing a car. She reached into her suit jacket pocket and got out a condom. I shook my head. No. P moved away.

Watching P degrade J was the touch I needed to come to complete erection. P sat back in the chair and lit yet another cigarette. It was her turn to watch. She liked doing that. I moved forward a step and holding my penis, guided it towards J's waiting labia.

I moved her labia apart slightly to make sure my penis was actually aimed at her clitoris. I moved forward against her suddenly and forcefully. This time she did give a cry and I quickly grabbed what hair I could and twisted her head to the side. I held her by the hair, and pulled on her chin to completely force her neck. I could have broken it. Instead I roughly pushed it back down. I then bulled my way into her vagina, as deep as I could, which turned out to be deeper than she was. I felt her muscles tighten in involuntary spasm. Then I simply stood there, pressing into her and felt her stretch. She contacted every muscle in her body, including the ones I was most interested in. She wisely remained silent. Staying there, pressing my penis against the deepest part of her vagina I allowed myself a momentary thought to the friend who introduced me to the club. More of an acquaintance than a friend, I had secretly thanked him by stalking, then anally raping his sister, carefully waiting several months after my membership was approved. I was able to get away with it. I always did. The club was an outlet, but a safe one. I still occasionally reverted to old habits, unsafe habits, overpowering desires. I then put the memory away for another time.

J was breathing heavily, not from exertion but from pain. Or was it fear perhaps? Good. I withdrew and looked at the object of my assault. I pushed in a finger, then two, then three. I didn't think my large hand would allow all four but I looked over at P who simply smiled and with a knowing nod, suggested I could. I put all four fingers into her vagina and pushed. J gasped. That was allowed. I knew it would be impossible to fully fist J without seriously harming her. As much as I liked the idea, there were rules. Hurt, yes. Damage, no. I pushed and twisted until I felt her vagina would not accept any more of my hand without tearing and then held it there. Her quivering muscles and short gasping breaths made me smile. P lifted her eyebrows and I moved myself to the side a bit, letting her see the amount of stretching I was inflicting on J. She smiled in an approving fashion. She was never wrong about these things. 

Now I was ready. I closed my eyes, guided my penis into J's vagina and started to thrust into her with complete abandon. The old feeling was taking over. I was raping her. I wanted to hurt her. I wanted her to feel raped, feel pain. I wanted her to feel completely helpless and basely, deeply sexually violated. I wanted her to feel that she was exactly what she was. My fuck toy to be raped at my pleasure. My feminine living fuck doll to be penetrated, violated and violated again until I felt like stopping. If I felt like stopping. I kept up the vicious vaginal assault for a full two minutes, using all of my considerable strength and contempt, then paused, deep inside her, panting. I leaned over her and reached around to cup each of J's breasts in a hand. My breathing was fast and heavy. I gently massaged J's breasts, feeling their incredible firmness, softly stroked her nipples which slowly stiffened. They always do. Even with this, they always do. Then I slowly started to stroke inside her vagina again, almost coming out, slowly going most of the way in, as a lover would do. My breathing slowed. I took deep and careful breaths and waited for J's breathing to also slow. It did. It always does. Then I took her nipples softly between thumbs and forefingers, stroked her soft skin with the other fingers and continued to pretend to be her lover, softly and smoothly stroking in her vagina. Several minutes went by. P lit another cigarette.

As I enjoyed playing the lover, I watched P smoke. She could smoke a cigarette as well as she could masturbate. She made love to the thing. She smoked slowly. I watched the cigarette get shorter. J's head was down, her neck relaxed. I was beginning to think that even her legs were relaxing. 

Suddenly and as firmly as I could, twisting her nipples as I went, I squeezed J's breasts. J didn't cry out but her body arched back as far as her restraints allowed. Her head came up and I could see her teeth clenched tight, her mouth and lips in a grimace of agony. I forced my hands harder, trying to crush her breasts. I pushed against her, thrusting my penis as deep as I could into her vagina, pushing her ass up with my hips, forcing her against the horse and stretching her against her foot restraints. I kept squeezing her breasts harder, harder and then with all my strength. J kept silent, but I could see the force of her facial muscles standing out as she clenched her teeth and waited it out. I hadn't noticed any breast bruising earlier. I smiled, relaxed, let her go, straightened out and calmly stepped back. P stood up. She was well trained. She knew what to do. She pressed a small button above the chair. I sat down in the chair to relax a bit and catch my breath. 

P walked up to J, who was looking a little more defeated, her body collapsed over the horse. J's head was completely down as if her neck muscles were unable to hold it up. Her breathing was quick, deep and steady, as if she had just run a long race. Her skin was visibly more coloured. I watched P as she started to work. I loved to watch P work.

At a slight nock at the door, I stood up, opened it slightly and a hand appeared holding a glass. I took it and the hand disappeared. The door closed. It was Grand Marnier, warm, sweet, soothing, rich and energizing. It wasn't for J. 

I put the glass on a small table and removed the rest of my clothing. I didn't always, but tonight I did. I just felt like it. Then I sat down and sipped. There was a lift built into the horse. P turned the crank and the horse slowly moved up, taking up all the slack in the restraints. J was now tightly stretched. P gave the crank one more turn. J winced as she tried to find some wiggle room. She must have because P gave another half crank. J was now immobile. All she could move was her head. P ran her hands all over J, almost if she was trying to sooth her. She softly kissed J on her back, her neck, then moved her mouth to an ear and slowly licked and sucked on it. J didn't try to resist. Then P stood behind J and ran her hands over her stomach, up to her breasts, caressing them, and I saw her slightly move her hips against J's ass. With one hand she kept a breast cupped while with the other she removed her suit jacket. Still cupping J's breast she unbuttoned her skirt and let it fall. It took a bit of doing for her to unbutton her own blouse, and remove it with one hand still cupping J. I appreciated the effort. She pulled off the scarf. Now she was only in her working clothes. Very attractive bra, black to match the stockings, thin, almost see through. Her breasts were bigger than J's but not by much. Her stockings were held up by a matching garter. There were no panties. I knew that all her lingerie was silk. She kept on her heels. 

P was an exceptionally beautiful woman, taller than most, with smooth, perfect skin. She had just the right amount of padding, and was always carrying her self poised and confident. P always was smoothly shaved. She always waxed before I needed her. I kept slowly sipping as my erection was fading. I didn't worry about that.

P's real job here was to prepare J for what was to follow. As exhausted as she was, J would need some help. P knelt down behind J and sat back on her legs. She moved a hand to the back of her head, took out a pin and shook out her long black hair. Then she reached for a small tube of lubricant she had earlier placed by the horse. She held it in one hand and softly stroked J's buttocks with the other. Then she looked at me and raised her eyebrows a bit, in question. I nodded yes. P put down the tube, used both hands to spread J's cheeks and began to slowly probe and lick her ass with her very adept tongue. I was sure she enjoyed this part. She did it well. Not just for my watching pleasure, but for her own sexual pleasure as well. I allowed her that. 

I could tell by the way P's skin was starting to glisten that she was getting excited as well. She took her time, pausing to gaze at J as if she was observing a work of art. She was careful to position herself to give me a view of her own incredible ass. Her own labia were thick, swollen and rich. She always moved to give me a visual treat, no matter what she was doing. She knew I liked that. After several minutes of orally exploring J, caressing her vulva, stroking her legs, she picked up the lube and squeezed some on her fingers. She started to massage it over J's cheeks like it was sun tan oil. She continued to massage and work it over J's vulva, her inner thighs. J did not respond at all. Only then did P place some just above J's ass and watch it slowly slip down to her intended place of attention. P put one finger in her own mouth, tasting the lubricant, then touched her finger tip to J's ass. She held it there and waited. Only then did she slowly, steadily enter and I watched J shivered. She couldn't move otherwise, but she could shiver. She couldn't even lift her self up on her toes. They were already in the air. P took her time. I watched, sipped the Grand Marnier and let the liquid do it's work. I was relaxing, slowing down and very much enjoying P's performance. I felt like I was watching a movie. P was my porn starlet. J was an extra.




In the Darkness of Her Night



P used just the one finger to move slowly in and out of J's ass, completely withdrawing a few times to add more lube. She kept gazing at J, occasionally sucking on one of her own fingers as if it was a lover's clitoris. Then she gave J another probing with her tongue before entering two fingers. Slow, gentle movements, in, out, side to side, frequent pauses, twisting her fingers ever so gently in J's ass. She could have been J's secret lover. I watched J's head carefully. It was moving just a bit. She was moving her head side to side ever so much. What was she feeling? It was unlikely to be pain. P was much too skilled. Pleasure, possibly, but J knew where she was. Fear was a more likely emotion. But then, I wondered, could it be anticipation? That was simply too delicious. It was also unlikely.

P removed her fingers slowly, licked them as a cat licks her paws and her other hand went to her own smoothly prepared vulva. Her hand was moist with the lubricant which she massaged over her labia and down to her own ass. Then she put the two fingers in J again, this time working her ass to stretch it, but not forcefully. That was to be my pleasure. Her other hand worked her own self, and I could P shiver as well. As P slowly got more aroused and moved her fingers in J, I felt my penis respond. As P worked herself she was moving her hips and grinding herself against her own hand. A few minutes passed. My erection steadily gained. I resisted the urge to masturbate, as that was P's pleasure. Mine was about to start. 

I stood up and walked over to see more closely what P was doing to herself and to J. I knelt down beside P and caressed her neck. She purred. I gave her ear a slow, gentle nibble. This time she arched, stretched and turned to offer me her tongue. I gave it a not so gentle nibble. She left her tongue extended and I sucked on it for a few more seconds, then let her get back to concentrating on other more important things. She did. She always did. I truly loved to watch this woman work.

P was really into herself now, physically and emotionally. Two fingers in her vagina, straining to reach her own G spot and very likely succeeding. She took her other hand away from J and squeezed her own clit shaft, moving it up and down. She started to rock on her hand. I knew it wouldn't be long before she climaxed. I wondered if she thought that this time would be different. I wondered if she was thinking about anything but getting off. I waited about thirty seconds as she started to climb to a peak and said "Stop". She did. She stayed there, panting and rocking, but her hands were on her hips. I let her stay that way for a minute as she slowly backed down from her unfulfilled emotional and sexual rush. My penis was now as full as it would be. P stood up and waited by the horse, facing me. 

She rubbed some of her own wetness on my penis and sighed. J was motionless. Silent. 

The rule was no damage, at least physically. J's ass was ready. It was well lubricated and partially stretched. I didn't know if she had already been anally violated. Most likely yes, but I didn't care. If I wanted an anal virgin, they were everywhere. 

J was now my expertly prepared anal fuck toy. I wanted to abuse her, to feel her ass give way and accept my penis. I was thicker than two of P's fingers by a considerable margin but I didn't want to damage J's ass. I just wanted to fuck it. J was stretched over the horse, immobile, already vaginally fucked, and now P had prepared her ass for my pleasure. P had also prepared me with her show of finger fucking in J's ass and masturbating at the same time. I stood up, glanced at P, and then motioned to my erection. P reached for her suit jacket, took out the condom, opened it and unrolled it onto my penis. She sensuously applied a liberal amount of lubricant and gave me a minute or two of her ever so special hand attention. Her work was not over but I didn't need her for a while. She would stay, she would watch but for now she was not needed. I was ready. 

The first stroke into a new girl's ass was important. The rule was important. If a girl was damaged, reparations had to be made. This was not a serious concern, but if a club member complained about damaged goods too often, then club membership was at stake. This was important. The first stroke required a little care. Almost like entering your own lover's ass. Not quite, but similar. 

I put the tip of my penis against J's ass and held it there. No violent thrust this time. I could fuck her ass and was going to. I just couldn't make it bleed. It was simply a matter of slow and steady pressure. J likely knew what would happen if she didn't try to let her ass ring relax. They always knew. I knew it might take a few seconds, maybe longer, but the result was inevitable. My penis slowly worked against her ass and I felt it stretching her rim. Then her ring started to open, quickly shut, then partially opened again as she struggled to control something she was not used to controlling. I had no problem controlling the pressure of my penis against her ass. As I felt myself starting to overcome her anal tension and her muscles did relax a barely perceptible amount, my penis slowly entered, and my head was past her ring. I paused to feel her anal muscles quivering, unused to this presence. J was able to keep quiet except for a slight groan. Good. I glanced at P. She smiled.

It was now fuck time. It was time to fuck J, fuck her ass and fuck her dignity. Fuck her. I slowly went in deeper. J tightened around me and let out another slight groan but she was helpless. Good. Fuck J.

Deep was not important. Pounding her was not only unimportant, it was unadvisable. Rules. It wasn't so much that I just wanted to fuck J in her ass. I was doing that. I would continue to do that. I wanted to fuck J in her ass and then some. I wanted to fuck J in her head. And she was going to help me.

"J, I want you to listen. You must listen. Don't talk, just nod your head. Do you understand?' J's head nodded yes. I was very slowly moving in her, an inch or so only. Just inside. Gentle. Like ass fucking a lover for her first time. Not withdrawing, just back enough to feel the head of my penis pull back to her ring. No further back. Having a decent head, a little wider than my shaft was a blessing. My penis was made to fuck ass. J was going to learn. 

"J, in a while we are going to play a little game, But for now you do as you're told and I will make this as easy on you as I can. Do you agree?" J nodded yes. As if she was going to do otherwise. "Good. For now just don't do anything." I glanced at P. She smiled. I continued to move in J. As usual, P had done well. J was well lubricated and her muscles were not too tight around me. Tight enough that I knew I was fucking her ass, not her vagina, but it really felt quite good. I slowly worked in a bit, a little deeper. J was breathing very steady. I knew she was fighting to keep herself in control. They always do. At least at this point. My friend's sister didn't but that was different. No rules applied.

For a few minutes I just slowly and gently ass fucked J. She was silent. Her body was tense under the stretch of the horse, but she was in no real discomfort. At least she gave no indication. Her ass cheeks which had been so taught at the first touch of my penis and had visibly contacted at my first penetration were now fairly relaxed. Was she OK with this? No I thought. She just wants it to end. Good. I kept the ass fucking going and glanced at P, then motioned to my penis, still stroking in J's ass. I slowly backed up and felt the ring, and then eased my way out. J's ass was good. It was actually very good. P put a little more lube on me and some more on J. 

I held my penis to J and waited only a bit as I pushed steadily. This time I entered before waiting for any sign from J that she was trying to relax for me. She let out a slight gasp but nothing untoward. Fuck her. She was my anal fuck toy, I was anally fucking my anal fuck toy and she was learning to accept her position. I watched her cheeks contract at the penetration and smiled. Her anal muscles tightened and she was squeezing on me, but not because she wanted to. Good. I stroked a little faster, and went a little deeper. The anal fucking of J continued. 

I came out, and went right back in. Forced penetration is so much more degrading than just being there. I liked to see my penis entering her ass again and again. I gave myself the pleasure. P was good and added a bit of lubricant every third or fourth time. I liked it to be smooth, well oiled and slightly tight. I enjoyed feeling my penis head against her ring, effortlessly expanding it to glide in, then draw back and over it and out again. All J consisted of now was a smooth and luscious ass, oiled and hot, deliciously tight, so helpless and exposed. My own private anal fuck tunnel. J had a good one. I felt a slight tinge of regret that this was my only chance to enjoy it. Rules. However there would be others. There were always others. In and out of the club, there were always others. 

J was squirming a bit at this continued anal penetration but she was unable to make it stop. After I had penetrated her ass a few dozen times, I just stroked in her, shallow and gentle, like before. After a few minutes, J was breathing deep and steady again, but a bit faster. Her skin was flushed and wet with glistening sweat. She was struggling to maintain control. With the lube, her ass was accepting my penis rather well, but I could feel her muscles quiver around my shaft, then stop, then quiver again. She was struggling. Good. I wondered if she was thinking about how this would end. The anal fucking of J was about to really start.

"J, its time for the game to begin. This is what I want you to do. Will you listen?" J again nodded yes. I continued to stroke in her, my penis getter even harder at the thought of what I was going to do. "J, it is very simple. I want to come in your ass, but I want you to help me. Do you think you can do that?" J hesitated, perhaps not understanding what I meant. I thrust into her, deeper than I had and grabbed her hair, pulling her head back. I thrust into her hard and fast a few times, then forced my way into her ass as far as I could and held. J gasped out loud and her whole body shook. J tried to nod yes but my hand pulling her head back wouldn't let her. I let up on her hair and she nodded yes. The squeezing of her violated ass around my thickened and throbbing penis was ecstasy. 

I went back to slowly love fucking her ass. As if. P was starting to breathe a bit heavy as well. She looked at me with her eyes lit up and touched herself. I frowned at her. She stopped. The anal fucking of J was going well. The head fucking was about to get serious. But first, I enjoyed a few more minutes of pretend love fucking, as if to calm J a bit. I smiled. I was in no hurry. 

"J, if I have your attention, I will explain. Do I have your attention?" A slight nod yes. J was in pain. I could tell. After the quick, deep violent anal thrust, they usually were. The sister was beyond pain, but that was different. I kept on with the slow, almost gentle ass fucking and waited for J to recover as much as she could. When I felt her ass relax a bit and saw her body tension level fall, I continued with the rules of the game.

"J, all I want you to do is this. I want to fuck your ass until I come. I want it to be like this, slow and gentle." I was slowly working in a bit deeper now, as deep as I felt necessary and was again almost fucking her ass like a lover would. "Now listen. What you do is this. As I go in, you relax your ass. And as I come back I want you to squeeze on me. That's all. I want you to massage my cock with your ass until I come. Do you understand?" I gave her a few seconds to comprehend and she nodded yes. I withdrew out of her ass. I glanced at P and she smiled. She remembered this game. I did it every now and then. P put a final bit of lube on my penis and a bit on J, just above her ass and we both watched it slide down and I started.

"Remember, relax as I enter, squeeze as I withdraw. I'll let you know how you are doing." J nodded yes. . Good. As gently as at first, I entered her ass. She was getting quite used to it now. I slowly glided in, her ass just comfortably tight around my shaft. I paused. I felt her squeeze on me. I slowly drew back, just to the point I was against her ring. I was good at this. I smiled. I felt her relax a bit.

"Good, J, very good. I think this will go well for both of us. I started in again, then paused, felt her tighten around me, and I drew back. We kept that up for a few minutes, a slow, gentle ass fucking. She really was doing well, all things considered. A few slips on her timing but I was pleased. The massaging ass fuck of J was going well. I was feeling like a slowly tightening spring. My body was getting going, my penis was being treated very well by J's ass and my mind was drinking in the liquor of the night. I let myself start to make a few appreciative noises. I wanted J to think she was doing well.

"J, this is good. This feels so good. I want you. I want to come in your ass. Your ass feels so good. Make me come. I want to explode in your ass. Squeeze me just a bit harder."

P smiled. I felt J work my penis a bit harder. The ass fucking continued. The head fucking was starting to go to my head. I wasn't sure but I think I felt myself thicken a bit more. Hard to tell when your penis is deep in a tight, well lubricated ass. I wondered how long J would be able to keep working her ring around me. It's not like she was used to it. She would tire, eventually.

"J, you are pleasing me. You are doing this for me and I want to reward you. If I keep this going, do you think you could come for me? I think you deserve to come." I waited. J was thinking. I didn't want her to have too much time. "J, it's OK if you think you can't. Please be honest. It's important."

J nodded no. I wasn't surprised. She knew she couldn't come this way and she knew enough not to lie. 

"That's all right, J. I understand. But I want to feel you come. I want to feel you come when I'm in your ass. I want you to come for me. P will help you. She will help you come. P, I want you to help J. She deserves a bit of special care. Help her to come. Do it for the both of us." P smiled. And obeyed. 

P sat down under J, between her legs, facing me, and moved her mouth to J's vulva. "J, it's important that you keep doing to me what you are doing now. That must not stop. Do not stop." J nodded yes. Good.

P started to work on J from her side while I continued J's ass fucking from mine. P was good. As expected, she seemed to enjoy her role. She was as gentle and tender with that part of J as she was with her ass. But J's ass was no longer P's concern. P gently probed, licked and sucked on J, using her hands, her lips and her tongue. She was careful to work J over in a lover's fashion, caressing her, kissing her, moving a wet tongue up and down J's inner thighs, pausing here and there to pay special attention to a special place. P really was like a porn star in a woman's twosome. She seemed to be unaware of me, of what I was doing, as if concentrating only on fully pleasing her helpless lover. J was slow to respond. It took at least five minutes. I wasn't surprised. She really wasn't in a position to enjoy what was happening in front of and behind her. She was trying so hard to match my rhythm, aware of what might be a penalty for failure, that it took that long for the first slight sighs to be heard. I wondered again, how long J could maintain composure and concentration, under this amount of tension, indignation, sensory stimulation, sexual penetration and degradation. I also thought about the fears she must be feeling, knowing what might happen if she did fail to do my bidding. She really was in an emotional bind. Head fuck. My kind of head fuck. My real reason for fucking J. My real reason for letting P do the same. It was only going to get worse for J.

P kicked it up a notch and started to finger fuck J. Two fingers, two of her long, well trained fingers. I knew she was alternately between simple finger fucking and then massaging J's G spot, all the while making oral love to her entire vulva. J was breathing more quickly now. Short, shallow breathes, the way a woman does when she is concentrating, trying to keep from losing it. I could feel that her anal efforts towards my penis massage were flagging. Tired muscles, or wavering concentration. Both was my guess. J was into this fuck session for almost an hour now. I was somewhat bemused by her perseverance. Considering what she must have already experienced over the past days and nights, and my imposed sleep deprivation, she was doing remarkably well. So much the better. The longer she held up, the longer I got to fuck her. I wondered if J had considered that. Of course the fear of what might happen if she didn't hold up might have a part to play. Either way, I would win. She may have understood that, and perhaps wasn't able to decide what way out might go best for her. Head fuck. 

"J, you are not keeping my penis massaged as I want. Please don't disappoint me." An instant result as she tightened on me and put some effort into it. Good. How long could she keep that up? P, understanding the signal, kicked it up another notch. I could feel her fingers go into pure G massage mode. My penis, separated from P's fingers only by J's tender tissues, could tell exactly what P was doing in J's vagina. I also could tell P was now seriously face fucking J. Her head was moving up and down as her mouth and tongue concentrated on J's clitoris. P had one hand to own vulva now. I allowed that. She was earning that. I started to feel that I was not going to last too much longer. J was really working on my ass massaged penis and seeing P so into her work and herself was liquid sex, pouring down my throat, and going straight to my brain. J was doing exactly what I wanted her to do. Not that the physical fucking was something she could avoid, but she was compliant, to the point that I was ready to consider a finish to the session. My own personal fuck toy session. My vaginal, anal, brain and dignity fuck session. 

J was arching her neck now, then moving her head back down, obviously trying to move more her pelvis but unable. I knew if she could move her pelvis, she would be grinding against P's face, moving on P's fingers and moving back onto me. She was, despite all of the pain, indignity and abuse she had been subjected to, trying to come. Perhaps she was using this as a type of emotional anaesthetic. Perhaps she felt it might simply be the best for her, doing what I wanted her to do. I would let her know just that.

"J, I want you to come. I want you to come as I do. I'll come in your ass as you come on P. You deserve to come on P's face. She wants you to come on her face, don't you, P?"

Her short gasps and barely concealed moans made it ever so clear that J was trying to do just that. Even if she hated herself for it, she was trying to come. And she was being helped along, not so much from my fucking, but definitely from the expert and passionate fucking that P was giving her. P, ever so well trained was backing off the face fucking, and continuing with her vaginal finger fucking. J could not move her pelvis but she could squeeze down on P's fingers and she was. My penis felt it. P stopped the facial work and simply held her fingers in J, forcing her to work her own vagina around the fingers. My penis massage was forgotten as J was lost in her own efforts to have a vaginal orgasm, the possibility of a clitoral orgasm being on hold. I waited a minute as P deliberately held J back, holding her finger tips to J's G spot, but only letting J give herself insufficient pressure, expertly letting her come close but not close enough. Head fuck time.




In the Darkness of Her Night



"J, please remember why you are here." A few seconds hesitation followed by her ass tightening and the resumption of my ass fuck massage. P stopped entirely. A few more minutes of ass fuck for me to enjoy.

"That's better. Never forget to please me, J. Do this well and you will be allowed to come."

P smiled. She was enjoying this. She was the one who taught me what head fucking was all about. It's why I allowed her things. She was still masturbating, almost casually now, looking at J the way a cat might look at a mouse. 

I could feel that J was tiring. Her ass ring was not trained for this. It was important to finish before it gave out. I nodded to P. She started to work on J again. She kept up a modest G massage and returned to facial fucking J. Not so lavishly, forcing J to do what she could to help herself achieve what release she could. For a minute I just moved in J and felt P's fingers slowly increase the pressure on J's spot. J was working her own vagina against P's fingers as best she could. She was whimpering now, like a small child. Unable to really move herself to achieve her orgasm, she was doing the only thing she could, squeezing on P and trying to put herself mentally in some other place, some other circumstance. Perhaps, despite her real situation, imagining she was in a past lover's arms, moving with him to ecstasy. 

I tried to imagine what was going on in J's head. It was impossible but I had my own ideas. P, ever my expert co-fucker, just slowly let J get closer. I didn't care that J had stopped her anal massage efforts. I could feel her own efforts against P's fingers well enough. They were luscious efforts, every bit as good as her anal ones, better, in fact. I simply stayed put, deep in her ass, waiting for the vaginal spasms to start. Close. Close. P nodded. She always knew.

"J, I'm close, I'm ready to come in you." J instantly came back from wherever she had fled. Her ass tightened. Fear? Most likely. P was now in pure get her off mode. "Tighter, J, tighter. Make me come, make me come now!" She obeyed. "Stay tight. Don't relax at all!" She obeyed. I picked it up several notches, and started giving her a serious ass fucking, not quite pounding, but as close as I could and still leave her intact. Both P and I knew how to judge the moment. P was giving J the finger fuck of her life now, and I could hear her sucking and face fucking J's clitoris and J was on her way. She was climbing Mount Orgasm. We let her get close, closer but not close enough. J was gasping, moaning and yes, she finally spoke. I knew she would. 

"Please, please, please" she kept repeating. Head fuck finish.

I eased out of J. P moved out from under her and knelt in front of me, pulling off the condom and took me into her mouth, eagerly, lustfully and expertly sucking me to climax. In seconds I felt the spasms start, my head moved back and I bellowed as I came in P's mouth. 

J was left as she was. Fucked but not finished, at least not in the way she desperately wanted to be finished. P held me in deep as she swallowed and swallowed again. I stood there, feeling my semen and my energy draining down her throat. Massaging the last drops of my semen into her mouth, she looked up at me and smiled. I looked at her, stroked her face and hair, waiting as my penis stopped quivering in her mouth. We stayed that way for a minute, P's mouth never leaving my penis. My energy was spent. My night was over. I just stood with my softening penis in P's mouth as she gave me a last few tongue massages. Then I nodded to P and she took me out of her mouth, kissed my penis a few times and then stood up and stretched, turning her head to gaze at J. I sat in the chair and looked at J. Looked at her stretched over the horse, defeated and alone. I looked at her exposed and helpless sex offerings, her rejected sex offerings. I listened as she tried to breathe quietly, slow and deep, attempting to calm herself. She finally knew that her place was not to be pleasured but to pleasure. Head fucked and knowing it, she finally lay limp over the horse. I would leave her that way. I gathered my clothes, gave a smile of approval and consent to P and walked out into an adjoining private space to be alone with my thoughts. J was mine no more. She was now P's toy for the rest of the night. I allowed her that. P deserved the rewards of her efforts. I smiled.