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Enslaved Ch. 01

By: touch_me1



She stood across from him, swaying slightly with the movement of the subway. He had been watching her for the last week, following her from a distance. He had become familiar with her routine and knew now that she was absolute perfection. He had several buyers in mind for her -- buyers who would pay above and beyond what he had ever charged before. Even now, he caught several men eyeing her openly with an expression of pure lust. As she had done over the past few days, she stood stiffly -- her spine erect with a set of earphones taking residence in her ears. Although he couldn't see where the cords led, he knew there was a small MP3 player tucked away in her pocket, as there had been over the last week. Her dark blue eyes swept absently over the subway, as if this experience was of complete disinterest to her. Her dark hair was tied back in a bun today, showing off a long, slender neck. 

Despite her petite stature, he knew she was a dancer; although, he wouldn't have had to follow her to the studio to piece that together. Her legs were slender and well toned, her stomach was flat and she carried herself with an air of confidence. This was what excited him the most -- taking this exquisite, cold, stuck up creature and breaking her down piece by piece until she became his creation. His works of art, as his clients referred to the women he created. At first, they were unwilling. They begged and cried before transitioning to open hostility and anger, calling him every name in the book. In the end, he humiliated them. He controlled them. He owned them. He had broken even the most rigid of women, turning her into a sex-addicted slave who thought of nothing more than her next orgasm. He always gave them a choice before selling them to a client -- they could remain with him, and trust him to find them a suitable owner or they could walk out of the door and return to their former life. They always chose to stay. He shifted slightly as he felt the slight twitch of an erection. He looked forward to the moment when he felt her change beneath him -- the moment when she stopped resisting his training, and began to crave it. Tomorrow would be the day he took her, but for today there was business to attend to.

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He entered his hotel room, the privacy sign still dangling from the door handle. Mona, his latest project, was still tied spread-eagle to the bed where he had left her this morning. Her auburn hair was fanned around the pillow, and her eyes were closed. Tonight, she would be leaving him. It was important that he kept her on edge, withholding release from her. He had found over the years that his slaves performed better for their new owners upon their first meeting if they were so consumed with lust, they would do anything to get release. Mona's eyes opened slightly, and she looked at him through half-lidded eyes. Her hips rolled slightly in his direction, and her head tilted back in frustration. His dried semen still coated her stomach, his gift to her this morning. It was his policy to not use his trainees once a deposit had been wired through. At that point, they were no longer his and it no longer excited him. Giving up Mona had not been excruciatingly difficult. She was weak, and he despised weak women. He had quickly become bored with her, and had gone through with her training with only a paycheck in mind. 

This morning he had tied her to the bed and stood over her, watching as she lay there. Her body was perfect in every sense -- pale, creamy skin, a small waist flaring to slightly curvy hips, perky breasts shaped so perfectly, it was as if man himself had molded them -- and yet, he felt nothing towards her. During her training, he had rarely penetrated her himself, relying instead on a slew of dildos, vibrators, and other tools. The few times that he had taken her for himself had been acts of sheer frustration and desperation. He had taken her forcefully, pounding into her from behind with such vengeance that he felt as if he would break her, and he hadn't cared. He had wanted her to feel ripped apart, and to feel the disdain that he felt towards her.

This morning, he had tied each limb with a mechanical indifference. She had watched while he unzipped his jeans and pulled his cock free. She had parted her lips slightly, inviting him to use her mouth -- not because she wanted him, but because he had trained her to do so. Most men couldn't tell the difference in a woman, but he wasn't most men. Disgusted, he had closed his eyes and imagined a petite brunette with dark blue eyes lying in front of him instead. He had imagined what the first time would be like. Her wrists would have to be tied; he had no doubt that she would fight him. He would have to use restraint their first time, entering her slowly and allowing her to adjust to the size of him. He imagined that she would be tight, like pushing his cock into a vice. Even as he was pushing into her, invading her, he knew she would fight him. As he rubbed his cock over Mona, lost in his fantasy, he could already feel her thighs fighting to be allowed to clamp shut and her pussy trying so hard to him out. In the end, he would have her and she would grow accustomed to his cock, eventually even begging for him to take her. He imagined her, close to tears, begging for him to fuck her in her pussy, her ass, anywhere. With a growl, he had cum at that moment in his fantasy only to open his eyes to see Mona, wearing his cum on her stomach. 

Now, he began to untie Mona from the bed. There were only 3 short hours before he was due to present her to her new owner, and he needed time to make her presentable. He walked her into the bathroom and pushed her down over the toilet. Turning, he turned on the water in the bath tub, and motioned for her to get into the tub and sit facing the back wall. He reached into his travel bag and pulled out an enema bag and some tubing. Pushing Mona forward to kneel on her hands and knees, he went through the motions of rubbing a lubricant around her puckered hole, and pushing the tube inside several inches. She rocked back slightly, inviting him to push the tubing into her ass further. Ignoring her invitation, he opened the valve on the bag and watched as the bag emptied two quarts of warm water inside of her. Her face scrunched up in agony as her stomach bloated with the added water. 

"Hold that in until I leave the bathroom, do you hear me?" He waited until Mona nodded in confirmation before continuing. "Release yourself, and then shower. I need you to shave everywhere, and make sure you're completely smooth. I'll be waiting in the bedroom." He had already picked out the clothes that she was to wear tonight, and when she finally emerged from the bathroom he handed them to her. He looked at his watch impatiently, eager to turn Mona over to his client and receive his final payment in return. 

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His client, a wealthy Russian entrepreneur, arrived almost an hour late, much to his annoyance. 

"Hello Yuri." He greeted his client as he sat at the private table he had reserved for their transaction. Yuri was equally unattractive as he was wealthy. He was in his mid-50s, and had a fairly sizeable girth. His shirt collar cut into the roll of fat around his neck, giving the illusion that his chin and neck were one continuous entity. 

"I wish to see my new toy. Bring out the girl." Flecks of spit flew from his mouth as Yuri banged on the table. 

"As you wish, and please try her out here. That's why I always get a private room. I want you to try her out now to make sure you're satisfied before we finalize this agreement." He paused for a moment, until Mona stepped out from behind a door. "Ah, and her she is Yuri. Meet Mona, a tall, curvy red-head in her mid-20s, just as you ordered." Yuri's eyes drifted over Mona's body, hugged to perfection by an emerald green mini dress that clung to her curves like a second skin. Her auburn hair was pinned up, showing off a perfect complexion. Her thick, pouty lips were painted a dark red, which seemed to make her grey eyes even darker and sultrier in comparison.

"Ah, Mona, you are mine now. Come to me and show me what that mouth can do." Yuri pushed his chair back from the table, his large stomach occupying the space where his cock should have been. Mona stepped in front of Yuri and quickly dropped to her knees, her eyes cast down as she had been trained. She reached for his zipper, and opened up his pants. A small purple head was barely visible beneath the overhang from his gut. 

"Now Mona, free those beautiful breasts for me. I want to feel them as you worship my cock in that mouth. Obediently, Mona unzipped her dress and pushed it down to her waist. She had forgone a bra, as he had instructed her to do. Her pale breasts sat high on her chest like two perfect orbs. Yuri reached his hands out and grabbed Mona's breasts. He weighed them carefully, before giving them a slight squeeze. He twisted her right nipple hard, causing her to let out a small squeal. Yuri's left hand came behind Mona's head, bringing her down to his cock. Obediently, she accepted him into her mouth and began sucking at a vigorous pace. Her face was embedded into his stomach as she fought to find access to the shaft that lay beneath. Yuri took her head between his hands and held her in place. He raised his hips and began to slam his cock into her mouth with short, jerky movements. 

Mona allowed herself to relax, reaching her hand underneath his shaft to find his balls. Yuri grunted as her hands found their mark, and she began rubbing and massaging his balls to match the frantic rhythm he had set with his assault in her mouth. With a series of grunts, Yuri emptied his load into the back of Mona's throat. She waited patiently until he withdrew himself, and then quickly swallowed his seed. "Sit." Yuri ordered Mona, motioning towards his lap. Mona quickly sat down on his lap, facing away from Yuri. Her dress was still pushed around her waist. Her mouth was a smeared mess of lipstick, saliva, and cum. Yuri's hand slipped underneath her dress and found her pussy. "She is so wet. She is just soaked for me. Come on honey, work yourself onto my hand." Mona's hips slipped forward, seeking the fingers that would fill her and bring her the release that she was desperately craving. She felt them at the entrance of her pussy, just barely brushing her lips. She slipped forward in desperation, hoping to feel them slide in and fill the hole that was so desperate to be filled. With a groan of frustration, she realized that Yuri was toying with her, keeping his hand just out of her reach. 

"Nyet, my angel," Yuri pulled his hand away. "You have not earned the right to pleasure yourself with my fingers. If you want pleasure, you will use this." Yuri took an opened bottle of champagne from the table. He held the neck of the bottle between her legs with his right hand. Mona shifted her hips and opened her legs slightly wider, constrained by the tight dress that she wore. With his left hand, Yuri helped her slide the dress up over her hips, allowing her to open her knees up wide enough to accommodate the bottle. Yuri guided the neck into her throbbing slit, and waited as Mona began to rock back and forth, slowly at first, adjusting to the stiff intrusion inside of her. Yuri took Mona's breast in his left hand, squeezing the flesh until Mona let out a small moan. She moved her hips faster, beads of sweat forming along her chest and above her breasts. The champagne sloshed furiously in the bottle as she humped shamelessly seeking her much needed release. Yuri gave her breast a sharp twist, enjoying the discomfort and pain that he knew she must be feeling, and yet she only worked herself faster on to the bottle. He could feel her juices running down the bottle, coating the hand that held it in place. Her ass was grinding furiously on his cock, and he felt himself becoming unbearably hard. 

"Stop." He commanded her, and removed the bottle from inside her. He pushed Mona to the floor in front of him, chuckling as she failed to catch herself and landed face down, on her stomach. 

"I need to feel that ass tightening around my cock." Mona raised herself up until she was kneeling on her forearms and knees, her legs spread slightly. Her inner thighs were coated with a mixture of champagne and her own juices. Yuri kneeled behind her, pouring champagne down the crack of her ass. He pushed the bottle inside her puckered hole and watched as champagne emptied into her bowels. 

"You will hold this inside your ass as I take you. You will have to clamp down hard to keep it inside you, if you let this fine, expensive champagne exit before I give permission, you will be punished." Yuri pulled the empty bottle from her ass, watching as her ass hole squeezed tight to keep the champagne from leaking. 

"Da, good. Put the bottle inside your pussy and fuck it." Mona pushed the neck of the empty bottle into her slit, and worked it in and out of her with one hand as instructed. Her pussy clamped down around the bottle, her hips shifting to accommodate the welcome fullness. Yuri pushed the head of his cock to the entrance of her ass, and with a grunt he slammed his cock into her clamped ass. Mona jerked in pain and surprise, and blinked back a few tears from her eyes. Instinct told her to squeeze out the sudden intruder, but she clamped down around his cock, trying furiously to keep the champagne inside of her. Her stomach felt bloated and cramped, and her asshole felt like it was on fire. Yuri smacked her right ass cheek hard. 

"Whore, did I tell you to stop fucking yourself on that bottle?" He began to pump in and out of her at an erratic, frantic pace. She could feel his large, sweaty belly pushed up against her ass. His cock was small, but fat and she focused on squeezing it with all of her strength. His beefy hands dug into her hips as he slammed into her ass hole, seemingly determined to rip her apart. His short, loud grunts filled the room and combined with her soft moans. He pushed his weight forward, knocking her off balance so that she was laying face down on the floor. 

"Put your hands behind your head." Yuri grunted breathlessly. "Hold the bottle inside your pussy, and don't let it go or I will punish you hard." Yuri leaned forward, until he was laying across Mona's back, his cock deep in her bowels. Her hips were raised to give him better access, her chest pushed to the floor. He reached underneath her to find her breasts, and stroked her nipples softly with his index fingers. The pounding in her ass lightened as he slowed to match the light, fluttery strokes on her nipples. She could feel the sweat and hair from his stomach as it brushed up and down her back. She felt an orgasm building in her clit as the light stroking continued. She tried to push back against him, begging him to help her reach the release that was so close. 

"Do you like when I do this, whore?" Yuri panted. He removed one hand from her breast and reached underneath to rub her clit with the same feathery, teasing stroke. She moaned in response, pushing her ass and trying to push the bottle deeper inside of her. Yuri stilled for a moment and watch as she continued to try to fuck herself on his cock. He brought his right hand down on her ass cheek, slapping her with all of his strength. She stilled instantly and let out a cry of frustration. Yuri squeezed her clit hard between his thumb and forefinger, digging in until she was sure he would pop it from her body. His left hand squeezed around her breast, digging his fingers in until she gasped in pain. 

"Do not forget that you are here for my pleasure. I will often use your body for my pleasure, but I will often do so at the expense of your pain." He released the hold he had on her clit and slammed into her asshole, using his immense weight to drive him forward inside of her. He took hold of her right breast and began to pump both breasts with his meaty hands while he fucked her ass, his hips driving his cock deep into her ass. Her hole was clamped tight around his cock, and he could feel the champagne sloshing inside of her. Her moans had changed from those of pleasure to a woman who was suffering, and that spurred him on even harder. He covered her with his body, the sweat from his chest and stomach rubbing off on to the creamy, flawless skin of her back and ass. His hands pumped furiously on her breasts as if milking them like cow udders. With a final grunt, he emptied his seed deep inside of her bowels. Her ass clamped tighter around him as if squeezing every final drop of semen from him. Yuri fell, exhausted, across his new whore's back. He pulled his now-flaccid penis from her ass, and pulled himself up from where she laid, the champagne bottle still clamped inside her pussy. Her ass hole was red, and should have been stretched from the fucking he had just given her, but she was working diligently to keep it closed tight. 

"Whore, I want you to enjoy my champagne toast. Keep my champagne and my seed inside my ass until I tell you otherwise. You have performed splendidly and for this, I feel that a reward is in order. I will allow you one orgasm here, but first you must roll over on to your back." Mona pushed herself on to her back, keeping the champagne bottle in place between her thighs. Yuri looked at his new purchase as she lay on the floor. Her dress was bunched up around her waist; her breasts were red and beginning to bruise from his assault on them. She looked up at him through half-lidded eyes, her left cheek red from being rubbed on the floor. Her knees were parted slightly, with a champagne bottle jammed into her pussy. Looking at this marvelous woman and knowing that her ass cheeks fought to keep his seed inside of her caused his cock to twitch slightly. Yuri let out a low whistle, and a very large black man entered the room. 

"Carl," Yuri addressed the man. "This is my new toy. She has performed well, so I have offered her a reward. I want to watch as she cums with this bottle inside of her. You will help her along. Whore, I want your eyes on me. Do not look at Carl, do not watch what he is doing to you."

Carl nodded and dropped to his knees beside Mona. Yuri resumed his seat at the table and lit up a cigar. His pet lay on her back, the champagne bottle shoved lewdly inside of her. His most trusted body guard stroked around her clit with one large finger; his black skin contrasted in comparison with her milky white complexion. Carl began to work the bottle in and out of her pussy, turning the bottle in a corkscrew motion as he did so. Her thighs fell to the sides, giving Yuri a clear view of the bottle disappearing and reappearing from her slick folds. Carl added a second finger to her clit and began to work her a little faster, matching his motions with the pace of the bottle. Mona groaned and began to hump the bottle, meeting it as it entered her to get the bottle deeper and deeper. Her legs fell open wider as she quickened her movements, humping frantically to reach the orgasm that had eluded her for so many days now. Her breathing came in quick, short pants and soft mews of pleasure combined with groans of discomfort. Her ass was clenched tight, fighting the urge to expel the liquid contents she was holding deep in her bowels. Carl drove the bottle deeper to meet Mona's desperate thrusts. He used his thumb to rub her clit, privately enjoying watching as her hips jumped off the floor to find his hand. She began to shake from the need to orgasm, trying desperately to ride the bottle just a little harder. She moaned in frustration, silently pleading with Carl to push her over the edge. Yuri watched as Mona came with a sharp cry of frustration. He could see her inner muscles contracting around the neck of the bottle, and her hips rose and fell as she humped her glass lover. Carl pulled the bottle from her grip, and tossed it aside. Her legs remained open, displaying her open cunt. Her muscles still quivered and milked an imaginary cock, her juices glistening in the dim light.


Enslaved Ch. 01



Ch.1: Fuck Toy

The night air was warm this time of year in LA. As Tim walked nervously towards the Flamingo Club, he thought about his needs, his sexual desires for the night. When Tim was out of town, he usually just had a call girl come to his room, and she would jerk him off, or sometimes let him lick her, but that was rare. 

This time, he had more money than before. Having just received a $10k bonus from work, he planned on dropping $2k on a nice fantasy he had for a long time. You see, Tim was a normal guy on the outside--married, two children at home, enjoyed occasional sex with wifey in a normal way. But deep inside, Tim was a sick puppy. He had some really extreme sex dreams and fantasies. He knew he could never pay for most of these to happen--at least not in this country. 

As it turned out, he met Jessie. He saw Jessie at the bar at the Marriott, where he was staying for a business conference. Jessie was so hot. She was tall, almost taller than Tim. She was blonde with perky breasts, and a smile that would melt ice. Jesse was so forward, she approached him in a very sensual, seductive manner, and in short order, laid it on the line. She was a talented hooker, and he could barely say "yes" before the plans were made. 

She said that they should meet at the Flamingo club, because the Marriott was watched closely by authorities. They could meet there and talk details. This confused Tim a bit, because he thought they could just go up to his room from there, but he wasn't about to spoil this opportunity. The Flamingo club was a strip joint, and he had been there before. It was only a mile or so from the Marriot, and worst case--even if it didn't work out with Jessie, he could afford every stripper at that club--even at the same time. He originally planned on going there, but was really just stopping off at the hotel bar to see if anything shook loose. 

He walked the mile and a half to the Flamingo Club. Strangely, as he approached the club, Jessie came striding out. 

"Hey Tim! Did you drive?" she asked, with a degree of excitement.

"I walked."

"Ok, then follow me. Lets go back to my room" she grinned.

Confused, Tim followed her. He was starting to be suspicious. Why was she already leaving, and going back to the hotel? Why did she come here in the first place? Drugs? But she was so pretty. No matter what happened, if he would end up between this sexy woman's legs it didn't matter. Let her think she was taking advantage--so what. His ears were almost ringing with desire, and would do pretty much anything she said at this point. 

Jessie broke the awkward silence during the ride back to the Marriott.

"So tell me Tim, what do you like?" she asked cheerfully, placing her hand on his leg.

Tim was nervous, but he knew that, with hookers, if they can get away with just jerking you off, they will take your money happily. So he opened up completely. "I love to lick pussy, and I want yours. I want you to sit on my face and use my mouth as a fuck toy, all night."

Jessie's eyes lit up even more if that was even possible. 

"I can do that! Do you like head?" she asked with the calm of an experienced porn star.

Tim always had a fantasy about this. "Yes!" He said.

"I need to suck some cock to get in the mood", she said.

Tim grinned nervously and continued. "I've always wanted to be sucked... and drained, mercilessly. I've always wanted a woman that wouldn't stop once I cum, but just kept on going mercilessly, until I am drained. Twisted, huh?" Tim smiled nervously.

"Wow honey, that is my kind of twisted. I love sucking cock! That will be FUN! I can even tie you up so you can't stop me! Maybe we can do 69 and get each other off!" she giggled.

Tim almost came right then amd there from the idea. He realized that she was a pro, and these things he fantasized about were everyday business for her. Jessie parked the car, and led him like a hungry pet up to her room. He was so obsessed, his heart beating with adrenaline, that he paid little attention to his surroundings, hoping he wouldn't see anybody he knew to waste any time. They arrived at a room, and Jessie led him in, locking the door and the latch. 

"Now strip!" She said quickly as she turned and yanked her top off. 

Tim wasted no time, struggling to strip while watching the body he would be tasting in every way. He wasn't conscious of his body at all. He knew that hookers didn't care, and were being paid anyways. Jessie undid and dropped her skirt, and kicked off her heels. Her legs were just gorgeous, as though she was a model! She undid her bra and let her beautiful tits out. They were so perky, with pink nipples that just seemed to cry out out, "Suck Me!" As she pulled off her skirt, she stopped at her panties.

"First, let's talk money. $1,000 is the ultimate package. I will do whatever you say until 8am tomorrow. Your personal sex slave. Or if you just want to fuck, we can do that for less."

Tim reached for his wallet. He had $2k in cash, but he wouldn't need it after all. He handed her ten $100 bills.

"That is a bargain, and if everything turns out, there will be more tomorrow morning" Tim said proudly. 

"I'm yours..." she said seductively. Her eyes lit up as she took the money, slipped it into her purse, and pulled off her panties.

She strode over to Tim on the bed while proudly projecting her chest out, presenting her prize-winning titties to the world. She stood over Tim and gently pushed him to lay back on the bed, revealing his hard cock. She gently flicked it with her finger, laughing at his squirms. She bent down and licked from the bottom of his shaft to the top, tasting the precum. Tim was so hard, he hoped he would last. 

"Let's not get you off to quickly. Lay back and I'll tie you up," she said with downright glee.

Tim moved in slow motion, as his dreams were about to come true. This wasn't a mere fantasy--he had dreamt of this most of his life. It was a dream, and it was about to happen. He laid back and raised his hands and spread his legs willingly to the four corners of the bed, not sure what type of restraints she had. Jessie non-chalantly produced four padded handcuffs, and methodically bolted Tim to the bed. She seemed experienced at it, and Tim was glad. It was the only time he had ever been tied up. Jessie stood up and surveyed her work. She climbed up on the bed, and stood over Tim's head. 

"Now, about the licking..." she grinned as she slowly lowered her pussy onto Tim's face. 

She had a tiny pink pussy, with just a patch of blonde hair in a neat little triangle. This was the payoff. Tim gently reached his tongue up and started flicking between her lips. She tasted so clean, as though she had never sweat a day in her life. Licking up and down, and reaching his tongue between her lips, he found her clit, and teased it. Jessie moaned, and gyrated her hips a few times, then slowly got up and off the bed. 

She stood over him and grinned. She walked back to her clothes, and reached for her cell phone. Cell phone pics. He knew it. Damn it, how could he have been so stupid?

"Please, no pics--I'm a married man." he asked calmly, realizing his helplessness.

Jessie grinned, but instead, she turned away and dialed a number.

"Who... are you calling?" Tim asked nervously.

She paid no attention. 

"The package is delivered" was all she said, and hung up and put the phone back into her purse.

Tim struggled unsuccessfully against the handcuffs.

"Who was that?" he asked her, pleading, timidly.

"Relax, your good times are on the way up now. I am just a delivery girl" she said as she grabbed his pants. She pulled out his wallet and was pleased with what she found. She took all the money and put it in her purse, saying "Wow you were loaded! Thanks!". as she quickly got dressed. 

"Please, please what are you doing? Why are you getting dressed? Please let me go... LET ME GO!" he yelled forcefully this time, in a deep voice, this feeling of lack of control finally scaring Tim. He was so wrapped up in Jessie that he didn't even notice on the way up, which floor they got off on, much less which room number. In short, he was fucked. 

She dressed quickly, and slowly walked up to the bed. She reached down and grabbed Tim's sac gently squeezing both balls tightly.

"Look sugar, you want to talk nice to me, or it could hurt, okay?" she said as she patted them firmly with the other hand, causing Tim to squirm. She climbed on the bed, knelt between his legs, and slapped his balls again, a bit more firmly.

"Most guys I have to play around with more to get them to accept the cuffs. But you were so easy... Now say you are sorry!" she said in a mocking, childish voice.

"I'm sorry" Tim trembled, completely under her control.

"Tell me that you will be a good boy to my customers--see sweetie, the better you are to them, the more money I make, " she continued, smiling while gently patting his balls. "Tell me you will be a good slave boy for Jessie" she said a bit louder and direct.

"A slave?!" Tim asked, terrified at what was about to happen to him, as he strugged with the cuffs. 

She slapped his balls harder, looking Tim right in the eyes, shaking her head slowly while saying calmly, "Say you'll be a good slave boy, or this will start to hurt..."

"I will" Tim said. He was scared now for his life, but at the same time, this was starting to fulfill a deeper fantasy he had. While he wondered if he would live through it, he was somehow turned on at the same time. 

"I will be a good slave--say it" Jessie said, grinning as she squeezed and pulled his balls downward painfully.

"OKAY-OKAY--I WILL BE A GOOD SLAVE!" Tim shouted as quickly as he could, gritting his teeth. 

She let them go and grinned. Footsteps approached and Tim could hear voices. At the knock, Jessie undid the latch, and the door opened. 

"Hello, your package has been delivered!" Jessie spoke happily as a skinny redhead walked in, followed by a tall black man. Tim squirmed, but knew he could do nothing to hide his nakedness, his vulnerability. The readhead smiled a wicked smile, and walked quickly towards him. She was very skinny, and had long red fingernails. She put one of the fingernails to her lips and bent her finger backwards, as though gathering ideas. Her wicked, twisted look scared Tim. She just looked like she knew how to make somebody squirm. 

"Call me Tina," she said in a high-pitched voice. She walked around the bed, staring at Tim's naked body and stiff cock. 

Tim didn't know what to say, and he didn't think he needed to say anything. 

"Please don't hurt me" Tim gently pleaded, revealing his feelings of total vulnerability to this tiny chick he had never seen before. 

She grinned. The black man handed a wad of cash to Jessie, and she quickly left not even looking back at Tim. As soon as she left, both the black man and the girl stripped. The girl had just tiny titties, with large red nipples. She had a long, hangy down clit that hung down at least two inches. The black man was just medium sized, which gave Tim some relief. He had seen pics of black men that had 1-footers, and this scared him. He was still large, but not mammoth. 

"Now look here," Tina said coyly, as she stood over Tim. She reached down and grabbed his sack firmly. "You are now our fuck toy!" she said forcefully as she squeezed tighter. 

Tim tried to escape, but it was futile.

"OKAY OKAY!" Tim spoke quickly, breathing hard at the slight pain, hoping she wasn't going to do anything extreme. 

"You will do what we ask, or I will crush these" she said forcefully as she lightly brought her fist to the balls in her hand, demonstrating that she could and would crush them. "Do you understand?"

"Yes!" Tim screamed, "YES PLEASE TINA!"

The black man approached the other side of the bed grinning. "I am Victor, and we paid for a good time tonight, understand?" he asked in a deep voice. Victor was a built black man, muscled with hardly any fat on him. His cock and balls were clean, and just hung there, staring down at Tim menacingly. "If you are good to us, it will be good for you too, but if you aren't, it will be very painful for you. Either way, we are getting off, okay?"

"Yes, I will do whatever you want--please don't hurt me. I will do my best at whatever you want" Tim promised exceedingly, hoping that the ball torture would stop soon. 

"I am in a bad mood, and I really just want to scratch and crush balls tonight, and watch you cry. Maybe you can convince me otherwise?" Tina said with an evil grin, as she held his balls in her hand. "I'll tell you what, why don't you beg me to let you please me--beg me to let you do something that you think will please me" she said, not letting go of his balls.

Tim knew what she wanted, he hoped.

"PLEASE, I beg you, let me lick you, let me suck your pussy--sit on my face and make me suck you." Tim pleaded. He knew that once he had the goods in his mouth, he would make her smile, and hopefully she would STOP.

The redhead let go of his balls, and smiled big, as Tim sank back into the bed. 

"That's a great idea! But first, let's prepare you..." Tina said with that evil grin again.

Tim shuddered at what she might mean. She opened up the nightstand drawer and pulled out a white rubber strap. She reached down and pulled Tim's balls up by the sac, and put the strap around his balls. She tightened the strap, then pulled his skin down outside of the strap. She tied the strap off, leaving his balls high and tight, and very accessible. 

"Perfect," Tina said as she reached in the drawer again, producing a long pink stick with a small flat paddle on the end. "Now for the test... This is what you will get if you don't do EXACTLY what we say" she smirked as she slapped his balls quickly with the small paddle. 

At the slap, Tim felt immediate, shocking pain travel up his balls and deep into his gut as he jerked and mouthed "OUCH!"

"Do you understand, sweetie?" she smirked an even more evil grin, playfully.

"Yes Tina, Yes I will do it, whatever you ask I swear!" cried Tim, pleading.

She climbed on the bed and slowly climbed up Tim until her clit was hanging about 1" from his mouth. It was very long and hangy, and smelled of sweat and light pee. She just hung there for a minute, and Tim found himself drooling for it. This amused the redhead. Tim was getting turned on--he really did love pussy, especially the long, hangy lipped kind he had seen in pictures. He longed to feel her clit in his mouth, and to taste her sweat and juices. Tina looked back and noticed that Tim was even harder, as his cock slightly jumped.

"Well now, isn't that sweet--you actually are turned on! Most guys are so soft after this that their dick shrinks up and hides." she smiled, then resumed her evil grin. "I'll tell you what, beg me--beg me to taste my pussy!" she said laughing.

"Please... I beg you, let me suck you--your pussy is beautiful and I want to taste it. PLEASE!" he squirmed, wanting it so bad he could taste it.

Tina grinned--he wasn't faking it and she knew. Victor chuckled as he sat down in the chair next to the bed. 

"This is going to be fun!" Victor grinned as he said this, and cracked open a beer. 

She slowly lowered her pussy, and grabbed Tim with one hand by his bangs.

"Just taste with your tongue." she said, grinning, realizing how desperate Tim was for her.

Tim reached up and quickly flicked her clit. It tasted salty, feminine and sweaty. As he flicked it, her womanhood swung back into place. Tim had never licked a pussy this big and hangy, and he wanted more. He flicked again, then reached up and gently sucked the clit in his mouth. Tina pulled up quickly and swatted his balls again with the stick, causing Tim to wince and jerk beneath her.

"I SAID just taste, no sucking yet, OKAY?" She said softly as she grinned with evil. 

"Okay sorry, your pussy is just so sweet and beautiful" Tim pitifully whimpered.

He reached back up with his tongue and flicked her clit repeatedly, longing to take her in his mouth, hearing her soft moans and laughs. She reached out to the table for her phone and started taking pictures of him flicking her clit. It just took a few minutes, and he could tell that she was turned on. Her clit was engorged and swelling up. 

"Now suck me" she said slowly, more passionately than before.

She lowered her hips down and fed her pussy lips deep into Tim's mouth. He sucked her in, deeply, and started exploring her womanhood with his tongue. She tasted salty, like pee and sweat. She softly moaned and rocked her hips, as he continued his slow assault on her sex. He began to run his tongue all the way up and down her pussy, parting her lips and making sweet mouth love to her clit. She moaned and rocked back and forth, guiding his mouth with her grip on his hair, and slowly gyrating, fucking Tim's face. This went on for awhile, and her juices were running down Tim's chin, his neck, and onto the bed. He was getting a female pearl necklace, and it felt amazing. Suddenly, she pulled her hips up, and moved forward placing her pussy right above his mouth.

"Taste my juice--tongue fuck me DEEP!" she said hastily, clearly trembling.

Tim reached his tongue up at the same time she lowered down, and his tongue easily slipped into her tight, slick, soft hole. Deep. In fact, he gagged a bit and pulled his tongue out, then put it back in cautiously. Tina smacked him with the stick again, the hardest yet, screaming "I said DEEP, FUCKER!" she shouted.

Tim jerked, in real pain, but reached his tongue deeply into her. She squirmed, and started fucking his face, while rubbing her clit vigorously. His balls were burning, and the pain was travelling up his body slowly. His nose was rubbing deep between her clit, and he had to sneak breaths between her hip gyrations. He could taste and smell only her, as her juices flowed into his mouth, and all over his face. He tasted felt and breathed only Tina's womanhood now. There was nothing else in the whole world but this fleshy pussy riding his face now. She fucked him like this for a while--he didn't know how long. He was making love to a redhead slut with his tongue, and he was lost in her hip gyrations, her moans, and her feminine juices pouring out on his face. Suddenly, she jerked slightly, and a pulse of juice poured out of her, almost choking Tim. She started squealing with each gyration. He continued to tongue fuck her. She started cumming slowly, spasming, squirting juice all over Tim's face. She squealed, riding the orgasmic wave as her juices were squirting out, filling up Tim's mouth and covering his face. Her spasms became more uncontrollable, but she had remarkable control over her hips, as Tim continued his assault on her hole, bringing her to intense spasms over and over again. 

Finally, Tina collapsed, sitting back on Tim's chest, grinning. After a bit, she raised up, and snapped a picture of his juice-covered face. She climbed off him shuddering, smiling. 

"Wow, that was really good! You are good with pussy! And it seems like you enjoyed it too!" she snickered as she pointed at Tim's still stiff cock. 

She reached down and grabbed Tim's cock rather abruptly, and gave it a few rough strokes. Tim's body spasmed violently with sudden pleasure. She let go and gave his balls a good squeeze and chuckled. 

"Your turn" she said, looking at the black man.

Victor walked over slowly and stood over the bed, so that his cock was hanging right next to Tim's head. 

"Now listen up," Tina said, gently slapping the pink paddle into her left hand. "Victor doesn't like pussy, he likes man mouth. You are going to get a quick lesson in cock sucking, okay?" 

Tim knew this was coming. He was scared of gagging and throwing up, but more than that, Tim had always secretly wanted to suck cock. He wondered what it would feel like in his mouth, and also how it might be to feel a cock cumming, to taste it. He was growing excited again, and he felt is cock twitch. 




Enslaved Ch. 01



"Lookie there!" laughed the black man, pointing. "You like cock?" he asked. 

Tim nodded, "Yes. I never have sucked, but I have always wanted to." He was resigned to the fact that it was going to happen, so might as well be honest. 

Tina continued, "Rule #1, no teeth. Open your mouth wide, and use your lips and tongue. Rule #2, you have one of these--you KNOW what feels good. Do it to Victor's cock. Don't hold back. WORSHIP it, okay?" she said as she slapped the paddle into her left hand with a "SNAP".

Tim nodded quickly while the black man smiled and straddled Tim's face. Tina stood at the head of the bed. She grabbed his cock and lifted it up, putting his balls right above Tim's mouth.

"First, this man likes his balls sucked. Slick them up with your tongue, then suck!" she said, as the black man lowered his sac onto Tim's mouth. His balls were medium sized, and Tim licked them back to front, and side to side as they swung back and forth, bouncing onto Tim's lips and cheeks. They tasted sweaty and salty. Tim was surprised to be so turned on licking a man's balls. He kept licking. Then Victor lowered his sac into Tim's mouth, and Tim sucked them in. He watched the redhead tickle the head of Victor's cock as he sucked and massaged the balls in his mouth. They filled up his mouth, and he swished them side to side, moving his tongue in a continuous circle, all the way around his balls, watching Victor get harder and harder. 

"Taste them, " Victor said deeply, "I will be emptying them into your mouth sooon boy!"

The thought of this turned Tim on so much that his cock cried for release. The redhead took some pictures of Tim sucking Victor's balls, and kept tinkering with the black man's cock. Tim was into it. Tina walked behind the bed, and got a shot of the balls in Tim's mouth, with Tim's hard cock in the frame. 

"Wow, he good at this!" Victor said, grinning. "Let's see how he does with cock." He said while pulling his soaked balls out with a PLOP. 

The black man raised up and moved back, bending at the hips to point his stiff cock at Tim's mouth. Victor's cock had grown pretty huge, and Tim could see the big black head, with a large slit, and a glop of precum hanging sloppily there as the redhead's camera flash kept going off. He thrust slowly forward. 

"Just put your tongue in the slit," she teased, realizing that this Tim was a sick puppy, and wanted Victor's cock as much as her pussy. 

Tim licked deep into his cock slit, and the precum oozed out and spilled over, onto his chin. He licked again, and again, each time going deeper into his piss hole, getting more precum. He was tongue-fucking this black man's salty cock slit, and it really turned Tim on. He felt his own hard cock twitch. 

"Go deeper" Victor said, so Tim stiffened his tongue as the cock thrust forward slightly. He was amazed at how far his tonue went into Victor's cock hole. He did this for awhile, feeling Victor's head grow harder and larger around his tongue, tasting the sweat and pee inside. 

"Suck just the head now" the redhead said playfully, while snapping more pictures.

The black man thrust forward slightly, putting the bulbous head right on Tim's tongue. Tim engulfed the head, sucking and penetrating his slit. This man was so hard, his head was like hard rubber! Tim sucked and licked it, enjoying such a large cock head. Tina snapped pictures of the black cock in Tim's mouth. Tim sucked, running his tongue around the base of the head, then penetrating the cock slit. He did this for awhile, as Victor started to gently pump his cock in and out. 

Tina walked behind them, and once again roughly grabbed Tim's cock and stroked it a few times. Tim's body jerked, involuntarily pushing his head forward, and Victor's cock deeper into his mouth. 

"That's nice--you're pretty good at this, for your first time." Victor said smiling, as he was hitting a rhythm.

Tim was so turned on he was on the verge of cumming. Victor kept fucking his face until he was hitting the back of Tim's throat. Tim was surprised that his gag reflex wasn't there. He usually had a pretty bad one, but this black cock was hitting the back of his throat with no problem. And Tina kept roughly stroking Tim's cock, but to prevent him from cumming, she was squeezing and lightly swatting his balls. After awhile, Victor removed his cock, and stood up over Tim's head. He turned around so that his cock pointed at Tim's feet. Tina let go of Tim's cock and walked around the bed. She lifted up Tim's head and shoved some pillows behind his neck, so that his head tilted back, and his mouth opened wide. Victor grinned and lowered his hard cock to Tim's lips, his balls resting on Tim's forehead. He bent his cock down and pushed it into Tim's mouth, this time going much deeper. Tina went back to stroking Tim's cock and swatting his balls--just enough to cause Tim to jerk, but no real pain. Victor's full cock was in Tim's mouth now, his cockhead down Tim's throat, his balls covering Tim's eyes. At this angle, he could fuck Tim's throat mercilessly. Tim sucked, wanting this as bad as Victor. As the cock went in and out, and penetrated Tim's throat, he gagged slightly, but resumed sucking hard. Victor slowly thrust his cock in and out of Tim's throat, and started to moan. Tim was getting his face fucked and he LOVED IT! Tina continued as Victor penetrated Tim's throat, deeper and deeper. Tim could feel the cock head push deep into his throat opening, and he was starting to taste Victor's cum deep in his throat. He wanted to taste cum so bad. He sucked, and started to get into a rhythm with Victor and with Tina's stroking, pumping with his neck muscles as Victor pumped his hips, feeling the swelling of Victor's cock head deep in his throat. He had never been used like this before, feeling completely dominated, his cock and balls being tormented, his mouth and throat being used to service a black cock. 

Suddenly Victor started shaking slightly as he was fucking Tim's face. His hips started twitching and his pumping became irregular. Tim knew what was next, and tightened his throat slightly, causing a slight gag. Victor tensed, and the first glop of cum shot out and filled Tim's throat. Tim swallowed it's warmth, sucking desperately for more. It slipped deep into his throat, and started pouring cum from the slit. Hot, salty tasty cum was drowning Tim. He sucked and swallowed as fast as he could, pumping his neck muscles with all he had, mouth-fucking this black cock. Victor kept cumming, and got into a twitchy rhythm, as Tina kept stroking and swatting Tim. 

"As long as you suck, I will fill you up" Victor said, twitching cum down Tim's throat. 

Tina let go, and resumed taking pictures of Tim's face being drowned in cum. Tim renewed his sucking, drinking up the cum that splashed in his mouth and on his face. It was coming too fast to keep it all in, but he kept sucking in as much as he could. Soon, Victor pulled out so that just his cock head was in Tim's mouth. Tim sucked and renewed his assault on Victor's cock slit, alternately licking around the base of the head. Hot salty cum flooded his mouth and some dripped down his face. Tina started stroking the cock, pumping the white, salty cum into Tim's mouth. It was better tasting that Tim could have imagined. It had a velvety, smooth feel on his tongue. It filled every corner of his mouth, and it was warm and thick. He couldn't bring himself to stop sucking, as the cum kept pouring now, wave after wave. The cum started slowing, but Tim didn't want it to be over. He sucked Victor's cockhead harder, forcing his tongue down the cock slit. Victor twitched again, and another glop of cum poured into Tim's mouth, and another, and another, as a second wave of orgasm swept across Victor. He kept penetrating the cock slit, the cum working it's way around as it squirted in Tim's mouth. This went on forever, it seemed. 

After what seemed an eternity, Victor pulled out and climbed off the bed. 

"Wow, you are a cum-dumpster!" Victor exclaimed, as he settled into the chair, exhausted. 

Tina removed the pillows so that Tim's head was level again. Tim loved the taste in his mouth. He had never tasted anything so lovely, so thick and gooey. He deliberately kept a load in his mouth and continued to swish it around, tasting it's saltiness, feeling it's silkiness. It was liquid magic, and he wanted more. 

"You have done well. Now, for your reward. Tina?" he pointed to Tim's stiff cock. Tina grinned, as though she loved what she was about to do. She reached in the nightstand drawer and got some lotion out. She put it on her hand, and rubbed it in, smiling at Tim. She grabbed the head of his cock, and Tim jerked almost off the bed. 

"Wow, this won't take long," Tina laughed as she started stroking Tim's cock slowly, gently patting his tied up balls. 

She slowly stroked, and cupped his balls in her left hand. She could feel Tim's orgasm building up, so she slowed her pace. She focused on squeezing her hand around his head, squeezing it in and out of her hand as she stroked with her other hand. 

"Let's enjoy this and not be too quick," she said softly. Her voice had become softer now, as the afterglow from her tonguing had set in. 

She slowly stroked, and continued to massage his tightly wrapped balls, loosening up the cum that would soon be draining. Victor smiled, and adjusted his chair to get a better view of Tim's face. 

"I love to watch white boys cum, until their balls are drained. You usually stop as soon as you cum, but not Tina. She's gonna keep going until you have no balls boy!" He chuckled. 

Tina continued to stroke, while Tim's body spasmed with pleasure. This night was better than he could have ever imagined. He was now pretty sure that nothing heinous was going to happen to him, other than being jerked into a catatonic state. He wasn't sure what else they had in store, but right now he didn't care. He had sucked a huge clit, been facialed by both a pussy and a cock, and actually face-fucked deep by a black man. And he tasted cum for the first time. He was sad that he had gone this long in life without tasting it. And this would be the cherry on top. Tina continued to stroke, and with a slight devious grin, sped up a bit, letting go of Tim's balls. She released the strap.

"We need these cum-tanks free to empty out" she said with an evil in her tone that scared Tim a bit as he felt the pleasure build. 

He knew this was going to push his body to it's absolute limit, beyond any mere orgasm he had ever had before. He knew that she would be merciless and he had no way to stop her--he could see it in her eyes. He slowly felt the orgasm build inside. It was slow to build--Tina was good at this. Slowly the pleasure built up until Tim's ears were ringing with pleasure, then, the spasms started. The first shot actually hit Tim in the chin. Tina changed her grip on Tim's cock, covering his head with her left hand, squeezing and pumping, while stroking fiercely with her right hand. His hips spasmed skyward, his knees twitched uncontrollably, and his breath was irregular, as she continued stroking. Victor was laughing, taking pictures, watching Tim's face as it turned redder and redder. The pool of cum was pouring out of Tim in pulses, splashing everywhere, puddling on his stomach as it squirted out of Tina's hand. Tina kept this up mercilessly, squeezing and pumping his head with her left hand while stroking with her right, and Tim kept cumming, and cumming. He was in very good athletic shape, and his body met every stroke with more cum. And the pulsing of Tina's hand on his cock head just sent mind-exploding pleasure up his spine that exploded to every fiber of his being. Victor watched and watched and started to be turned on from the squirming. 

"Wow, what a cummer!" Tina chuckled, her arms getting tired.

Tim's hips and entire body was burning with lactic acid, from the thrusting and spasming taking place, while his body emptied the last drop of cum out. He continued to spasm as Tina continued to pump his head for awhile, but nothing else came out. She finally stopped and grinned, and lowered her mouth to Tim's cock. Her hot mouth sucked him in greedily. This sent tim into a renewed frenzy, his hips burning as they spasmed. Tina reached down and squeezed his balls, sucking every last drop out. Her mouth was merciless, lip-squeezing his cock head while stroking his cock. She was a cock master, and she knew the sensitive spots. Victor was just taking it all in, getting more and more turned on. Finally, after what seemed like hours, Tina raised up, dropping Tim's cock onto his stomach. Tim's body fell back into the bed. He had never felt this level of exhaustive pleasure. He imagined what it would be like, but just couldn't understand the vastness--the serenity of it. It felt as though pure pleasure was dripping from is fingers and toes as he lay there and marvelled, trembling for awhile.

"Look," Tina laughed as she gently grabbed Tim's ball sac, "You've got no balls!" 

They were so tiny now, having been drained. Tina and Victor got dressed, and spoke softly to each other across the room. As they approached Tim, he just didn't have it in him to be afraid anymore. If he died right then, it wouldn't have mattered. He didn't believe there could be a higher pleasure anywhere. Victor spoke. 

"You were really good to us, and I suspect that you liked it too. We are going to get cleaned up now, and I just don't want to leave you tied to the bed like that for too long. I am going to untie you, and then cuff you in the shower so you can get cleaned up for phase two. If you try anything, you will get hurt, understand?"

Tim nodded, still engulfed in afterglow. Victor unlocked Tim's hands, as Tina unlocked his feet.

"I enjoyed your cock," Tim said as he sat up, "and I want more cum in my mouth--can I suck you off again?"

"Later, let's get cleaned up for now," Victor smiled as he led Tim to the shower.

---To Be Continued---



Enslaved Ch. 01



Hi, readers of Literotica. This is my first time attempting to write an erotic story, so please bear with my flaws :). Enslaved is a non-consent novel but is set in a fantasy world. It basically means I focused more on plot so there may be lesser sexual scenes than most readers might prefer. And fantasy just means weird names :). There will be anal and BDSM scenes too. This chapter does not have sex scenes yet so if you are frantic for action... please come back later. Any constructive feedback and suggestions are greatly appreciated, so drop me a line. I would like to thank my editor, Kyriae, for making this story what it is.

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Zaira was a beautiful city in the land of Moran. Situated between looming mountains and ancient forests, it was a wonderful place of vibrant life and blooming trade. Its people were peaceful, always preferring bloodless talks to conflict; acting as mediators between countries; seeking for harmony and not conquests.

However, divine signs reached the eyes of Zairan priests: death and despair was soon to fall onto its people. The priests warned the Council and to avoid such calamity, the Council decided to create magical weapons to protect Zaira should conflict be inevitable. It was top secret and only the 8 Generals within the Council were aware of the details regarding the project.

Despite all they did, it was ironic that what caused the downfall of Zaira was indirectly the creation of these magical weapons...

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When Lord Rendel of Stralin came to visit her father, Scarlett knew something was off. The kingdom of Stralin was powerful, seeking to expand its borders through numerous conquests. The exact opposite of Zaira. One of its four supreme Lords should not have business here in Zaira, which neither sold weapons nor supported wars. 

Although Scarlett's father had spoken in polite tones and welcoming smiles, it was obviously forced. There was a hidden motive behind the Lord's words and inexplicable tension within her father's tone.

Throughout the small feast her father had held in honor of Lord Rendel, the hall was relatively quiet, conversations minimal and soft in volume. When Scarlett had finished her meal, she was glad to be able to escape into her own room from the thick atmosphere. There, she changed into a dark, lacy nightgown to prepare for sleep.

Not that she could. Sleep eluded her for an hour before she decided to ease her anxiety, looking out of her balcony into the starry night sky, finding comfort in the everlasting glow of the stars.

Scarlett extended her slender white hand, watching as a particularly large black sparrow flew through the night sky and landed on the stone balcony of her room, situated in a tower extended high above her father's castle, giving her a magnificent view of the land near and far. The sparrow looked at her intently, almost as if sharing a secret. 

Scarlett smiled contentedly; the bird was a really beautiful creature. As it flew off, she turned to walk back into her large room, her thin nightgown scrapping against the cold floor. It was close to midnight; hopefully Lord Rendel had already left. She could get a glass of milk to help her sleep.

Walking down the long, drafty corridors with only the faint glow of candles as accompaniment, Scarlett seemed to hear vague echoes. Voices. Raised and agitated. Hopefully everything was fine...

She quickened her pace, her heartbeat accelerating within her chest with an escalating sense of foreboding. When she did, what she saw stalled her footsteps for a moment, fear and anxiety enveloping her. Thankfully she was not yet noticed. She crept to a wall as stealthily as possible and peered around it.

They were still in the hall. But it was different. Everyone else had returned to their sleeping quarters, except for some unconscious guards who were scattered across the hall. And the candlelight. The flames had switched from warm orange to an eerie shade of greenish-blue, bathing the whole hall in its dim, ominous light. The tables had been shoved aside, forming something similar to a pentagon where Scarlett's father and Lord Rendel stood in its center. Some plates and goblets had shattered on the ground, completing the messy picture. 

Her father had pulled out his sword, but was panting heavily and even slightly swaying on his feet, obviously no match for the younger and more experienced Lord. Lord Rendel's voice cut the air, cold and malicious.

"... to be so easy. For all your defenses, you may as well have laid the welcome mat for me. Or did you not think I would be so bold?

"At times like this, you should be regretting not investing in more experienced guards. Zaina may not have enemies, but even so, it is unwise to think that would remain true forever. But that is not completely true, is it, General? 

"It is rumored, that the wealthy Zairan Generals are undertaking a project to create a powerful magic that could potentially level cities and demolish mountains. Maybe you heard about it?"

"That sounds... disastrous. But I don't think any of my fellow Generals would have reason to create such a weapon. Your accusation is unfounded, so I hope-"

"General, you may be able to fool others, but not me. Since I set foot in this castle, I have been detecting something that is emitting immense magical energy. Much stronger than my own, to my delight. Unfortunately, i am unable to detect its precise location.

"Maybe you require some assistance to boost your ailing memory? Perhaps your lovely wife-" He suddenly paused and tilted his head, his lips slowly forming a wide smile.

"Wait... how convenient, there seems to be a naughty girl eavesdropping. I think... your precious daughter?"

Even as he spoke those last words, shadows seemed to envelop his skin. No... more accurately, he seemed to become a shadow. Before Scarlett's brain could even comprehend the situation, Lord Rendel's slender fingers had curled around her arm and threw her into the hall.

She landed heavily on her chest, air driven out of her, shock and andrenaline numbing her pain temporarily. Even so, she could tell her elbows and knees had been grazed after absorbing the impact of the sudden throw as warm blood trickled onto the stone floor.

Did that monster just become a shadow? She could just barely make out the blur outline as he ran towards her. Is this really the mystical art of magic? Even as a daughter of a General, it was rare to see such displays of strength. It was extremely difficult to hone magic. She felt true terror settle in her gut like a ton of lead; there was no way her father could stop Lord Rendel.

Not giving her even a moment to recover, Lord Rendel shoved her against a wall. Scarlett was disorientated and dizzy from the sudden fast movements, her head throbbing, causing her to fall to her hands and knees. 

"Leave her alone!" Scarlett's father lunged at Lord Rendel, fierce determination burning in his eyes. "Don't you dare touch-" He was suddenly repelled backwards, a blue screen in between them, shimmering in the dim green light. Smoke rose from where he had rammed into the screen.

"A bit late for that, General. However, you could spare her from certain pain by giving me the weapon." Lord Rendel's eyes were a sharp crystal blue, demanding an answer without fail.

"There is no weapon! Let her go!"

"You are lying... Well, no matter. I have my ways to deal with dishonest people. And I do have your daughter as a hostage. She is such a beautiful creature too."

Scarlett was lifted by her throat and pushed firmly against the wall, Lord Rendel's other hand caressing her cheek, his gaze roaming her petite body, protected only by those thin scraps of fabric. His fingers were rough against her throat, his gaze scorching. She felt violated, her body so openly inspected, but she couldn't muster enough energy to lift her arms and hit him.

"Please... stop... it..." Scarlett could barely whisper it without feeling the overwhelming urge to throw up. The iron grip on her throat wasn't helping. Even so, his keen senses picked up on her words.

"Unfortunately, darling, your father seems to value his little secrets more than his own flesh and blood... anyway, I would love to see more than your pretty gray eyes."

Scarlett was really confused now. What was these weapons he was speaking about? Zaira? Creating weapons for mass-destruction and death? Was there a conspiracy among the esteemed Zairan Generals? The thoughts were not helping her nausea. And the intruding hand too.

In a swift swipe, his finger cut through the air, leaving a trail of green light in the air. Suddenly, the nightgown was sliced open. To her horror, the dark fabric slipped off her shoulders and collected in a pile around her feet, baring her body for Lord Rendel's appreciative inspection. Her unblemished skin was pressed against the stone, the cold invading her body like an icicle, causing her to arch her back in an attempt to minimize contact.

The only effect was to push out her breasts, giving Lord Rendel a more sensual posture to admire. Realising that, she reluctantly stopped arching her back, allowing goose bumps to erupt all over her skin. Her face flushed with embarrassed when she caught sight of his bright eyes. This was the first time she was naked in front of a man. Not to mention her nipples were getting hard and erected due to the cold night air. God, she could die from the shame.

"You are really cute. Your father must be proud." His sharp and icy laugh again. Suddenly, he moved forward, closing the distance instantly and claimed her first kiss. Skin touched skin and Scarlett's body tensed up and froze. Such intimate human contact was novel to her and shocked her much more than him gazing upon her naked form. She even forgot how to breathe and gasped for air, forcing her stubbornly closed lips apart and sucking in Lord Rendel's vanilla-sweet breath. He was clearly surprised by her unexpected response and pulled back from her lips.

"Well, your receptiveness is a delightful surprise-"

"YOU BASTARD! I will get you for this!" Hatred and paternal indignation granted him inhuman strength, and unlike before, the blue screen was unable to repel him and was bending towards breaking point. With a powerful cry of righteous fury, he gave a last burst of strength and broke the screen. He whipped out a strangely shaped pistol and fired a single shot.

The bullet sped through the air, aimed at Lord Rendel, but even though he was taken by surprise by the supposedly impossible display of strength, his lightning-fast reflexes saved him. He instantly turned into shadow for a moment and the bullet shot through his abdomen without actually hitting him.

Blind with anger, Scarlett's father did not consider that possibility, and forgot that Scarlett was right behind Lord Rendel. To his horror, the bullet cut cleanly into her flesh, just right above her navel. 

"Well, that was close. That bullet... had weird properties. Magical properties."

Scarlett's father suddenly collapsed, his aged heart unable to bear with the shock and stress of the past hour's events, seeming to have succumbed to cardiac arrest.

Lord Rendel retrieved the gun after checking that the General's pulse was gone. It was a pity that he could not interrogate him more about the mysterious weapon. Furthermore, the trace of magical energy had mysteriously disappeared. No, it was more veiled, like a wall had been constructed around it. It seems the secret had died with its creator.

He walked over to the pale girl and looked at the bullet wound. Then he noticed the slight rise and fall of her chest. Somehow, the girl had survived. He had detected magical energy in that bullet. There was no way pure luck could have saved her. How unfortunate. After all, death was an escape from pain.

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Enslaved Ch. 01



Mike strolled out of his ground floor office and down the street to the train station. He worked as a security guard for the building that contained several high profile companies and their staff. Not overly academic, Mike had opted to make use of his well shaped body and leadership skills and after several jobs and courses had finally settled into a long term deal as the supervisor of the building's security. In order to keep fit, he was in the gym about twice a week, more if he could help it. Once he got home tonight, he would be heading out to put in some work. 

After a bite to eat, he drove down to the gym from his apartment and got started. With his headphones on Mike focused and pushed himself. It was a Friday and he could lie in the next morning, so he was able to put in a gruelling session. One thing he also enjoyed about the Friday nights was the gym attendant. She was quite new and he hadn't seen her too often. Her blonde hair was tied back in a pony tail and she always wore attractive leggings that outlined her cute ass. Her face was cute too, with a dazzling smile and piercing blue eyes. Mike of course, didn't make a move ever. He was not shy but at the same time not a flirt or like the other guys with slicked back hair and showy clothes that always tried to flirt with her. He had grown to just enjoy her presence and was sometimes too focused on his workout anyway. Sometimes he imagined that she shot a glance his way when he was on the chest press, but he always told himself not to fuss over it. Probably nothing. 

She was there again as he worked, standing at the reception desk with one hand on the computer and the other toying with her hair. Mike was unable to ignore her. He flashed a glance as her refilled his water. Her focus was on the computer screen so he was able to see her without being caught. Then it was back to work. He inwardly scolded himself for getting his mind going on her. 'She probably has a boyfriend' he reasoned. After a filling up his water he turned to the chest press that had been occupied for much of the evening. Ploughing in the extra reps that he had missed, Mike didn't notice the blonde for the moment. Then she suddenly walked by and over to a machine that was opposite him. She leant over it, as though trying to find something that was broken. As she did, her ass was pointed right into Mike's line of sight. He his dick begin to stir slightly. She eventually stood up, holding a bottle that had been under the seat of the machine. As she walked back, she flashed a more obvious glance in Mike's direction. He blushed as he accidentally returned the look. 

About twenty minutes later, the gym was empty apart from Mike. Closing time was in over an hour, but most people were now getting ready for their Friday night having done a quick session already. The gym attendant was still on his mind to an extent that he found it hard to concentrate. He tried to dismiss it. He switched to a chest press machine that was totally clear of the desk. But then she came walking round to where he was, not alone though, the janitor was with her. The two stopped and began to inspect the roof above where they stood; pointing and the janitor took notes. Mike caught her nametag, Heather. Then Heather turned so that her back was to him and moved closer to him, so that she was standing directly in front of him only a few feet ahead. Her butt was now all he could think about and his dick stirred again. Then she started to point again, with one hand, but the other rested on her hip. Then it moved to her ass. She began to tug slightly at her leggings and stroke the outside of them. Mike was now hard and utterly distracted as she-seemingly unaware- teased him with her ass. She dropped her pen and bent down torturously close to him. His hard on raged as she narrowly avoided brushing his legs with her sweet butt. He decided to get out of it and do some crosstrainer, to let his dick cool off but she was now so close that he would have to shuffle past her, risking the front of his shorts bumping her and Heather feeling his arousal. He was stuck. 

Then suddenly the janitor stopped taking notes and walked off, saying goodbye. Mike breathed a sigh of relief. But Heather didn't go with him. She started to lean down again and put both hands on her legging clad cheeks, into a stretch. His dick was straining and he had little choice but to keep working on the machine for fear of making a mistake. Maybe she was unaware of him being there? Perhaps she'll not notice? He played out in his mind. His brain was saying one thing, but his aroused dick was saying another, a very visible bulge in his shorts had appeared. 'If she sees that I'm dead' he panicked in his mind. 

"Do you need some help there?" she suddenly whirled round and set her gaze on him with an innocent smile. 

"Umm, no I'm ok thanks" he forced out, blushes covering his face. 

"I could show you a better technique for that, it will really help harden your muscles"

'Harden'. The word troubled him. "Err sure, do you..." He started. But she interrupted; "no just stay seated, I can show you how from here". 

With a wince, he agreed. "Ok".

She lowered the weight to five kilos and grasped the handles, her legs straddling his and her ass inches from his red face. 

"You have to really push back" she said sweetly, before demonstrating. She pushed forward on the handles but at the same time as her upper body leant forward, her lower body went back. Her butt pressed into his face. 

"Then you hold it for about a minute" she added, with what Mike detected as being a slight giggle. 

Her ass remained pressed into his face, his nose in between her cheeks. The smell of her crack intoxicating him. He struggled for air as his dick raged. Panicking, he realised he couldn't breathe and began to beg for air. 

"I can't breathe" his muffled voice came through. She responded by pushing back harder so his head was totally smothered. 

With a laugh, she teased "would you like some air?"

He tried to reply but could only muffle his response. 

"Ok you can have some" she said, with a cruel tone in her voice. Mike feared it. 

"Just keep your nose in there, you'll get air soon" she commanded. 

Mike felt a blast of warm stinky air on his face and rush up his nose. 

"Farts good enough?" she cackled.

Mike gagged and wondered how he had ended up with his face smothered and now being farted on by her cute butt.

"Do you like my bum?" she giggled, pulling off and allowing him to gasp for air. 

"Yes!" he gasped. 

With that she turned round and sat down in his lap, her eyes looking into his with an evil glint in them. His rock hard dick was now under her pussy and ass. 

She grinded heavily on him, teasing and frustrating his cock. Her perfume mixed with her slight sweat and the whiff of her fart made his head reel. He was disgusted and scared but utterly turned on as her teasing made his cock twitch and strain. She leant forward and kissed his cheek and proceeded to bounce on his crotch. 

"How is your endurance?" she hissed in his ear. 

"Not great, Heather, please I can't take much more" he whined. Mike knew he was going to cum soon.

"Do you want to cum" she whispered, biting his ear as she did so. 

Mike was unsure. He badly wanted to release but his head was saying that it was crazy; anyone could walk in and see it. His hesitation was enough. She pulled off and slapped him hard across the face. 

"Stand up" she ordered in a sweet voice. He obeyed, picking up his water bottle and towel while he did so. She grabbed his shirt and led him into the office at the back of the gym and locked the door. 

"Do you want to cum?" she purred, sliding her hands around his crotch. 

"Ye...yes" he spluttered, his cock screaming as she teased it. 

"Too bad". Heather said flatly. She stopped touching him. He reached for his cock to try and release but she grabbed his hands and pressed them against her boobs. 

"You will cum when I say so" she snarled. With that she kneed him in the balls and smirked as he fell to the ground. 

"And you will call me Goddess"

"Please Goddess" he whined. Her smirk grew as she took in the sight of a strong, fit man whimpering on his knees, at her mercy. She reached into a drawer and produced a chastity belt. 

"Pants down, put this on" she gleefully instructed. Mike quivered. He was scared of her reaction if he didn't. His cock took a moment to go down, but once it had she snapped the device on. 

She took the key and ran it across her lips.

"I own you now" she grinned.

"Come back tomorrow if you ever want to free your cock again slave". As she pushed him out of the cupboard and pointed him to the changing room the word 'slave' hit Mike like a ton of bricks as he realised she was in control. And if he wanted to be free he would have to obey.



Enslaved Ch. 01



You walk past me on the street and I turn to look at your ass, just as you enter the hotel lobby, opening the door causes a cross-breeze which whips up your short skirt, revealing your red thongs. Mind reeling, I spin around, and follow your through the doors, watching as you get into the elevator, I wait to see which number you stop at.

Three floors. Rushing up the stairs, I just catch a glimpse of you walking into your hotel room at the end of the hallway. Knocking at your door a few seconds later, I know I must have you. I must own you. I will.

You open up, a questioning look on your face, as I push the door open, walk in and close it behind me before you've even comprehended what's going on. Your nipples are poking through the thin fabric of the white blouse you're wearing, and feeling myself get hard, I know there's nothing you can do to stop me. You seem to have realized that, too, but rather than shock and fear as I had expected, your face wore a knowing smile.

Reaching out, I grab your throat with one hand, and rip your blouse open with the other. Pushing you backwards, we fall down on your bed, and I have one hand groping your breasts all over, as I choke and hold you down. Coming a little bit to my senses, I let go of your throat, and cover your mouth instead, feeling your heaving breaths through your nose, recovering swiftly. 

I look around the room, it's plain and you haven't even unpacked, your travelling bag just sitting on the floor. "Don't make a noise" I command you, and let go of your mouth. I had expected you to scream, to attempt to escape, as I went over to your bag and opened it up. But you just sat there, obeying my words, like a trained puppy.

Your obedience once again sent blood rushing to my member, and forgetting your bag, I walk up in front of you, and undo my zipper. Pulling my almost hard cock out, I see your eyes widen with lust. "Get down on the floor," I say authoritatively, and you comply. I sit down on the bed, and grab you by the hair, forcing your head to my cock. "Open" I tell you, pressing the tip of my cock to your lips. You do as I say, and instantly I force your head down on my cock. Hitting the back of your mouth, you gag and spit runs down my cock, as it gets harder and bigger by the second, "Good girl." 

I force your mouth up and down on my cock for a while, my pre-cum mixing with your spit, making you foam at the corners of your mouth as my cock presses past your luscious lips. Letting go of your head, I command you to keep sucking, and watch you bob your head up and down for a while. After a while, I couldn't contain myself anymore, I felt the pressure building in my cock, and my balls tightening, I release a few, hot, thick loads of cum inside your little mouth. Feeling you pull away, I once again press your head down, on my shaft. Once I'm all out of cum, I let you go, and your head flies up, cum bursting out of your mouth and running down my still hard cock, you cough weakly a few times.

"I've got a reward for you." I tell you, and reach into the left side inner pocket of my suit. You look up at me, eyes wide, as I pull out a collar, black leather with a golden heart-shaped clasp. "From now on, you will do as I say, whatever I say, whenever I say. You will also refer to me as either Sir, Master or Daddy. Is that understood?"

"Yes.." You say, timidly and look down.

Taking your chin in my hand, I lift your face up, so you can't look away, "Yes.. what?" I ask, voice cold as steel.

"Yes Master, sorry Master."

"Good slave.." I say, and holding back your hair, I put the collar around your delicate throat, "Now, you made quite a mess. Clean it up." I commanded, gesturing you to lick up the cum off of my dick. I watch you obey, carefully lapping up every drop of my cum. "Very good. Now swallow it." You do as I say. Grabbing and squeezing one of your ample tits, I lean in and whisper, into your ear, "Remember, you're mine now. My personal little fuck-toy slave, and you will do everything I say, no matter what."



Enslaved Ch. 01



"Prepare her to leave." Yuri instructed. Yuri looked up at the man who was still sitting across the table. "I am impressed my friend. She is exquisite. The rest of your payment is waiting with my security guards outside this room." The man nodded. 

"If you should require my services further, you know how to reach me. Here is her folder. Her diet, exercise, and training information is inside." He stood up, and left the Russian and his new toy.



Enslaved Ch. 02



She lay before him, stretched out on his examining table. Her arms were secured behind her head by the padded handcuffs he had welded to the bed frame. Her feet were still in the stirrups, secured by leather straps around the thighs. A thick leather belt around her waist kept her torso flat against the table, allowing for little to no movement. She was still unconscious from the sedative he had given her earlier. 

He glanced over the file that his physician had started during his earlier examination, pleased with what he read. From her driver's license, he already knew that she was 20 years old and her name was Elena. Now he also knew that she wasn't a virgin. 

He ran his hand across her flat, hard stomach and down to the sharp projections of her hip bones. She was completely hairless from the neck down, and her skin was the color of pure, silky cream offset only by the coral nipples that stood on top of perfect, pert breasts. He rolled his chair around and came to a stop between her legs. Her inner slit was the same pale coral peach surrounded by flawless cream. He readjusted the stirrups, opening her legs up to him further and pushing her feet back towards her ass. She stirred slightly, groaning as she slowly wakened. He stood, walking back around to her side. 

"Elena," he spoke in his low, gravelly tone. "Respond if you can hear me." Her head rolled blindly in his direction. A thick blindfold covered her eyes.

"Where am I?" Her voice was nothing more than a hoarse, throaty whisper. A sob caught in her throat as she began struggling to move, fighting her restraints. Her chest heaved with panic, causing her breasts to rise and fall quickly. Her nipples were tight with cold and fear. He felt his cock jump in response. A cold sweat broke out over his brow as he watched the leather straps cutting into her waist, and the muscles in her thighs straining against the force that kept them apart. The ache and desperation in his cock was growing. He prided himself on his control, and yet he could feel it slipping away as his thoughts turned to taking her, violently while she lay strapped to the table. It would be easy -- too easy. 

Instead, he strode to a phone on the back wall and punched in four numbers and waited until he heard the line pick up. "Come here." He growled, before hanging up the receiver. Within moments, a small, nude brunette slipped inside the room. She crept over to where he stood, trying to avoid staring at the whimpering girl on the table. "Jezebel," He took her hand and walked her up to the table. "This is Elena, our newest resident." Jezebel nodded slightly, her brown eyes growing wider as she looked over Elena's body. 

He led her around to stand in between Elena's legs and turned her around until she faced him. "On your knees," He commanded. Obediently, Jezebel dropped to her knees and unzipped his jeans. Her eager mouth found his cock, cradling him with her tongue. His hands tangled in her curls, bringing her head down his shaft and pushing his cock to the back of her throat. Her throat relaxed, working to accommodate his size. He thrust into her quickly, matching his rhythm to the whimpers and sobs coming from the girl on the table. He withdrew quickly, his cock still hard and aching. Jezebel looked up at him through half lidded eyes, her cheeks flushed with sexual need. A trail of saliva fell from her pouty lips. Pulling his hands out of her curly hair, he motioned for Jezebel to stand. Quickly, he spun her around and pushed her to bend over the edge of the table with her head resting on Elena's navel. He pressed a button off to the side, lowering the table to give him better access. Jezebel pulled herself farther up the table, her head stopping just below Elena's breasts with her hips resting between Elena's restrained thighs. He listened as Elena's breaths came quicker -- in short, panicked pants. 

He reached underneath Jezebel and found the opening to her cunt with one finger. She was slick and radiating heat, her hips rocked back to encourage his finger to penetrate her completely. She opened her legs up slightly encouraging him to continue, although he paid no attention to her actions -- she was simply a vessel in which he could find relief. His focus was on the girl who lay beneath, the one who he wouldn't allow himself to have just yet. Her breasts jiggled slightly with Jezebel's movements causing a painful tightening in his dick. He removed his finger from the entrance to Jezebel's hole and lined his cock up with her cunt hole. He could feel the heat from her need radiating onto the head of his cock. With a sharp jerk of his hips, he thrust into Jezebel in one motion, lifting her onto the balls of her feet. She groaned in response, grabbing the edges of the table to keep her balance. 

With one hand, he steadied Jezebel's hips while his hips set a frenzied pace. His other hand found Elena's thigh. He felt her muscles tighten beneath his hand. He worked his hand forward up her thigh to her hip bone, pretending that it was this pussy that he was pounding into instead. He removed his hand from her thigh, leaning farther forward to get deeper into Jezebel's pussy. He withdrew and pushed into her in short, quick thrusts. With his large dick, he was normally more careful with his girls -- allowing them time to stretch and become accustomed to his size before bottoming out. 

Now, he didn't care whether or not Jezebel was split in two. He worked to fuck her as if he could fuck through her and into the cunt that lay below her. Jezebel's feet lifted off the floor and his balls slapped against her ass with each thrust. Jezebel's cunt tightened and released, milking his cock as he pushed deeper and deeper into her canal. She fought to open her thighs up wider still in an attempt to ease the cramping and burning that came with her tight pussy being stuffed beyond capacity. After what seemed like an eternity to her, she felt his cock thicken and expand within her pussy. With a loud grunt, he drove hard into her pussy as his cock exploded inside her. He continued rocking inside her, driving his seed deeper inside of her. When it had finished, he stood back and pulled his cock out from inside her, leaving her cunt-hole gaping and his fluid to run down her thigh.

"You may go now Jezebel." She stood up and nodded, sneaking a glance at his face. His eyes were fixated on the new girl. She could feel his seed leaking from her pussy as she walked. She fought to keep her legs steady as she moved towards the door, but her hips ached and her pussy protested with each step. 

Quietly, she slipped out of the intake room and started back to her room. Of the entire farm, Jezebel disliked this hallway the most. It was long -- the longest of the entire complex. The shiny, white tiles seemed to stretch on forever. This was also the hallway where the punishment rooms were located, and where the anal training complex was held. Above all, Jezebel hated this hallway because this was Jefferson's hallway. 

She held her breath as she crept down the hallway, praying that he had completed his duties for the day and was already gone. It was against policy for the staff to use the girls for their own pleasure -- a policy that Jefferson blatantly disregarded. While he often played with several of the new girls, Jezebel seemed to be his favorite. 

"There you are love," a deep voice called to her from behind. A pair of hands on her shoulders soon followed. "Did you think you could come by and not say hello?" The hands moved down to cup her breasts and warm breath tickled the back of her neck. Jefferson guided her towards an open doorway and pushed her inside, locking the door behind them. Jefferson flicked the lights on, and Jezebel felt her mouth go dry as she looked around -- Jefferson had led her to one of the dreaded punishment rooms. 



Enslaved Ch. 02



Chapter 02: Used

The morning air was cold in McCall this time of year. Tim still deliberately parked a few block away when he dropped his boy off at school, so they could walk together. As Tim approached his car, he noticed a quite sexy woman standing by his car, smiling. He wasn't blocking any driveways, so he was confused. Maybe she hit his Toyota, and was there to exchange insurance info. Either way, he looked forward to talking to her. 

"Good Morning," Tim said, in his caffeinated happy morning state.

"Hello Tim. I'm Jenni--Bradley's mom. Do you remember me from the coffee social?" she said, as she slowly approached Tim.

Tim attended the Mountain Side School parents coffee social that one of the moms put together at her house with wifey a few months ago, and he remembered pretty much zero names. This event was basically a house full of caffeinated women chatting, laughing, etc. He thought he'd better be polite.

"I do, and how are you today?" he said coyly.

"Well, I am doing good, but we have a nasty computer virus on Bradley's computer, and I am not sure how to get rid of it. I remember, didn't you say you worked on computers? I was hoping I could ask you a few questions..." she said, appearing a bit nervous.

Tim assumed he was making her nervous, and ignored it.

"Sure, I program computers for a living. I would be happy to take a look!" Tim said, knowing that she probably lived around here, thinking how sexy it would be to just be in this woman's house--even though he doubted anything would happen. Too risky not to try.

"Oh, gosh, do you have time? That would be so nice," Jenni smiled. "I live just around the block. If you go straight and turn on Levy street, I'm the second house. It's red."

Tim jumped in his car and followed Jenni home in her blue Honda SUV. He was thinking of being alone with this sexy MILF in her house. The thought of what might happen was exciting him for some reason, and he felt his cock stir and stiffen. Better hide that...

He followed Jenni in, and she locked the door, slipped her coat off, and headed for the kitchen. 

"Would you like some coffee? I have an espresso maker. How about a Mocha?" She asked.

"I would love a double shot," Tim asked timidly. Tim loved straight espresso.

"Coming up..."

As she worked, Tim noticed her perky breasts. They stood high and proud, and jiggled as she tamped down the espresso. He noticed no wedding ring on her finger, and this excited Tim, as the nervousness slowly left him. He glanced at her titties again, and sighed in an obvious manner, while looking away. Jenni grinned.

"Do you like them?" she smiled.

"Oh my god you are gorgeous! Sorry if I was staring." Tim said, really liking where this was going.

Jenni grinned. She slid a small espresso cup across the table, and as Tim picked it up, she pulled her top off. There, with no bra, hung two beautiful, young, perky tits. 

"Oh shit--Jenni!" Tim said, as he slammed the hot espresso in one gulp, then sat there, his eyes gazing, his mouth wide open.

"Do you want to play with them?" Jenni said, as she braced her hands, spread apart on the counter, and pushed her chest out, revealing her perfect, perky little titties, with tiny pink nipples on them. She swung them gently from side to side. 

Tim shook his head, dizzy with lust, mouth wide open, and reached for her them. He gave a gentle squeeze, then leaned in for the kiss. 

"Let's go on the couch," she said, walking around the kitchen counter.

Tim walked, a bit dizzy from the huge hard on he had. This was happening! He threw his coat on the ground, and sat down on the couch. It was a strange couch, normal where you sit down, but the couch was about a foot and a half away from the wall, and there was what looked like an indention in the middle, and a raised footstool behind. Tim didn't care, and didn't have time to think about it as Jenni straddled him and put her tits right in his face. He started sucking her nipples. He was feeling a bit woozy, but paid no attention. His cock was so hard, and he hadn't sucked a pair of titties like this since... the warmth surrounded him, as his tongue flicked the little pink nipple... swirled... as it became engorged... kissed... warmth... sleep.

Tim slowly came to, and looked up. He was looking at far corner of the room. He immediately noticed his nakedness, and his restraints. His hands were cuffed to the inside corners of the couch, and his head was protruding upward through a hole in a leather-covered square flat plane. His feet were somehow attached to the couch below, but he couldn't see how.

"What the FUCK!" Tim screamed, both angry and scared.

"He's awake!" he heard an excited female voice from the other room say.

Two sexy females and one tall man walked out from the hall and stood over him, completely naked. Jenni, a taller, dark haired woman, and a tall man, with a large cock--larger than Tim's, all grinning from ear to ear. Jenni held a manila folder.

"Relax Tim, we won't hurt you. That is, if you are a good boy. I am Jenni, and this is Vicky and John. You are going to be our toy for today!" Jenni said smiling. "Your espresso was spiked--you were only out for about ten minutes. We work quickly," she grinned as the two ladies chuckled.

Tim cursed himself for not paying attention. But... what would they do? This could be interesting, he thought, as he felt his cock stiffen.

"First things first." Jenni climbed on the couch and sat on the back, looking down at Tim, those perky tits staring at him. She opened up the manila folder slowly. Vicki knelt down on the floor between Tim's legs and started doing something that Tim couldn't see around the leather square his head protruded from.

"Tim, we are certain that you are a good boy and won't tell anybody about this, right?" she asked with a smile? 

Tim could feel Vicky doing something with his balls, and he dare not say anything uncooperative at this point.

"I won't tell, I promise." Tim said, slowly shaking his head. 

Suddenly, he felt something tighten around his ball sac, exposing his balls and raising them up high. Vicky stood back and admired her work. She reached for the table and produced a long stick with a small paddle at the end. Tim knew about these. He shuddered as Jenni continued.

"Tim we trust you, but we have some insurance. These pictures were given to us," she said as she slowly produced a picture and showed Tim. 

It showed Tim sucking on a black man's balls. The next picture showed him tonguing the same black man's cock slit, and the third showed him sucking the black man off, cum pouring down his face. Tim closed his eyes, remembering the night with Victor and Tina. 

"Now, I am sure that you woudln't want your wife or kids seeing these, right?" she said as she slowly backed away.

"Please, I was tied up--I had no choice!" Tim pleaded.

Jenni showed the cock-slit pic to John and grinned, saying "You are going to like this, huh?"

John grinned and raised his eyebrows, "Looks like you are talented" he said in a gay voice. 

Suddenly, Vicki swung the small padde and struck Tim's sac, right in the middle somehow hitting both balls. Tim shreiked, and recoiled in pain.

"Not only will you not tell, you will do a good job, won't you?" Vicky asked with a smile, as Tim felt the sharp pain subside, and the dull pain building up in his stomach.

"I will! I will do anything--Please!" Tim pleaded, having been here before. 

Jenni jumped down, and Vicky climbed up onto the other side of the couch. She turned back to face Tim and reached her leg around his head while scooting over. Her pussy was hairy, black hair with some grey. It looked wet, as though she had been playing around already. She scooted, rested her knee down on the other side of Tim's head, and knelt on the leather covered board, her pussy right above Tim's head. She looked down through her tits at Tim.

"Now, I have something special for you today, Tim," she grinned, as her wet pussy shifted to right above his mouth. "My hubby already shot his load inside me, and you are going to help me clean up, okay?" 

Tim twinged at the thought--in the instant she spoke, he remembered Victor's cum from the hotel. This woman was going to feed him her husband's cum from inside! 

"Yes yes!" Tim reacted in a way that none of them suspected.

"Wow, he is a sick pup!" whispered John.

"But first, my kitty clitty" Vicky smiled as she lowered herself over Tim. 

Vicky slowly lowered her pussy onto Tim's face. It smelled fishy, sweaty. He reached out his tongue and licked. Cum. He remembered that taste. He hungrily lapped at her pussy lips, and ran his tongue up and down her clit. Vicky gently grabbed Tim's head and arched, centering her clit for Tim's enjoyment. Tim flicked her clit several times, and explored her lips. Vicky started gently gyrating and moaning with excitement. Tim reached his tongue down to her pussy hole. He longed to taste the cum in there. He felt one of her hands leave his head and then,

"Smack!" he felt the paddle and a shot of pain from it striking his balls.

"I said, kitty clitty first!" she said in a non-chalant voice, smiling.

Tim's pain had almost subsided from the first spank, but he was already in pain again. He resumed the attack on Vicky's cilt. He focused on alternately flicking, and sucking, so that she was engorged. Her clit was growing deep red, and getting more puffy, as Tim continued. Vicky placed her hand back on Tim's head, and continued to gently gyrate, fucking Tim's face. Tim gently sucked her clit into his mouth. Vicky spasmed slightly forward, feeding her clit into his mouth. He sucked, while running his tongue back and forth, up and down her clit, feeling it becoming more and more engorged. Vicky rocked and rocked, enjoying this. As he explored her lips and clit, he felt her becoming more and more hot and wet, and starting to twitch as she rocked back and forth. 

Slowly, Vicky withdrew, and scooted her knees forward while sitting up a bit. She swung her hips forward, and as she did, her pussy hole dripped a glop of cum right into Tim's mouth. It was salty and warm. It felt silky and thick on his tongue. He pointed his tongue up and pushed it into Vicky's pussy hole, as she lowered and more cum drizzled out. He was surprised at how much. Vicky reached down and started rubbing her clit, releasing load after load of her husband's cum into Tim's mouth, as his tongue continued it's deep journey into her woman hole. 

"Doesn't he taste good?" Vicky asked with a smile, as she squeezed more and more of the cum out. "My husband squirts tons of cum into me, and it is all for you today, Tim!"

Tim continued to lick the inside if her pussy as the hot, silky cum kept drizzling out. He found himself digging for more, hungry to taste more. He started gathering it up in his mouth, swishing it back and forth, then swallowing mouthfulls. When the cum stopped, he felt sad, but kept up the tonguing. Vicky kept rubbing her engorged clit, and Tim could taste more juices dripping out of her pussy. His tonue was going pretty deep, and he was swirling around the inside of her hole, as more of Vicki's juices flowed into his mouth. Jenni handed her a small vibrator, and she turned it on and started rubbing it on her clit, back and forth. She began to jerk, and her hole became tight around Tim's tongue. Suddenly, Vicky's hips locked, and her legs tightened around Tim's head as she screamed.

"OOOoooooh... OOooh! OOOOOooh! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!! AHHHH YESSSS!!!! YESSSS!!!" Vicky screamed as her juices flooded Tim's mouth, causing him to gag for a sec. He swallowed, and her juices started pouring out of her like a pussy faucet. Juices covered his face, his eyes, his hair. Her pussy hole was gripped tight, and he could only push at her entrance and swirl his tongue around her, and that was working for Vicky, as she hungrily rubbed the vibrator on her kitty clitty, and continued her orgasm dance while Tim tongue-fucked her hole. 

After a while, Vicky slowly withdrew, and climbed off the back of the couch. 

"Thanks for the cleanout!" she said warmly.

As she did this, and he found himself yearning for more cum, he remembered John, standing nearby with his fully loaded ball sac. This turned Tim on. He looked longingly at John's cock, who was starting to get stiff. It was growing quite large, and Tim was excited. He found out the hard way with Victor, that he really enjoyed getting face-fucked, the feel of a cock in his mouth, and especially the reward--fresh cum.

Jenni looked at John and smiled.

"You look like you are more ready than me--your turn!" she said, and John strode towards the couch-domination device.

John climbed up on the leather covered frame, and squatted with his cock just out of reach of Tim's mouth. He looked down at Tim, smiling a nasty smile. He grabbed the brown paddle. Tim dreaded what was about to happen. But instead of swinging it, he gently reached backwards, around the platform and downward, and it came to rest right on Tim's ball sack. 

"I like balls too, and I don't like hurting them, but these ladies tell me that guys do a better job when properly motivated." he said as he swirled the paddle around Tim's balls, then reached up and patted Tim on the head of his cock. Tim jerked with pleasure. Tim's cock was rock hard with desire, tasting both cum and pussy at the same time and now faced with a fresh cock, and what looked like huge balls. 

"Just understand, if I feel teeth, I will spank each ball twice, okay?" he said in a nasty, gay voice.

"I will make sure," Tim said longingly looking at John's length. 

"Now, first of all, from the pictures, you like teabagging. So, here you go!" Tim said as he raised up. 

His balls hung high, but Tim could tell they were huge. As John lowered them, Tim licked them with his tongue, to slick them up. As they swung back and forth, Tim could feel his own cock getting harder and harder until he thought it would burst. He gently sucked in as John brought his ball sac into Tim's mouth. Tim was surprised at the size of the balls in his mouth. His cheeks puffed, and it was all he could do to force his tongue around the huge sac in his mouth. He heard John moan as his cock bounced with each lap Tim's tongue did around his balls. He licked, sucked and licked some more, loosening up the man juice he would enjoy soon. He opened his mouth up wider, and was able to reach his tongue around his sac. He pressed upward, and made contact with John's taint, and started rubbing back and forth. John moaned and Tim felt the balls in his mouth tighten, and almost slip out.

"Wow, you are good!" John exclaimed as he was moaning. 

He slowly drew his knees inward, and his balls left Tim's mouth with a 'Plop'. Scooting his knees back and rotating his hips forward, John slowly angled his swollen cock head at Tim's mouth. He placed his cock head right above Tim's mouth.

"Now, show me what you can do," John said softly, with excitment in his voice. 

Tim was drooling for cock by now. He looked up at the cock head at his mouth entrance. It was hard and deep red, almost purple, and had a long slit. Tim slowly reached his tongue up and licked the slit of John's cock, pushing forward. John's cock twitched upward, temporarily out of reach. John reached down and held it in place. Tim licked again, this time licking inside John's cock slit. John tasted salty and hot. He started flexing his muscles as Tim explored his cock slit, while holding his cock in front of Tim's mouth. Tim tasted drips of precum as he was tonguing John's slit, making him hunger for the taste of more cum. He slowly encircled John's cock head. It was stiff, like hardened rubber. John slowly reached up and braced himself on the wall behind the couch with both hands, and started sliding his cock head into Tim's mouth, just past the head, then out to the tip. He started moaning as he was doing this. Tim was sucking on the cock in his mouth, as it went in and out, shallow enough to service the base of John's head while still penetrating his cock slit gently. 

"Oooooh that's so good," John said with a sigh as he gently fucked Tim's mouth. "MMMMmmmmmmmmm!"

Slowly, John leaned back from the wall and stopped thrusting. He put his hands on the back of Tim's head, and fed his cock in Tim's mouth, just beyond the head, so that Tim's lips surrounded the base of his head.

"That's it, tongue my slit--MMmmmmmmmm," he moaned.

Tim obeyed and dutifully renewed his gentle efforts into John's cock slit. He tasted more precum as the tip of his tongue went deeper and deeper. He did this while sucking and gently squeezing John's cock head with his lips. John started to gently rock his hips in rhythm with Tim's pumping lips. Tim was so turned on he thought his cock would burst. He noticed Vicky whispering something to Jenni and walk into the hallway. She returned with a box, and sat down in between Tim's legs.

"It's time to clean you out Tim. You see, John likes to fuck tight ass too, and today, you will be the host," she said in a lazy, seductive voice.

Tim kept sucking, wondering what exactly was meant. Suddenly, he heard a movement of some metal items, and he felt his legs move slowly up and apart. He sunk lower, and John withdrew and stood up, high above Tim, and spread his legs so he wasn't standing on the board anymore. Vicky removed the leather covered plate that Tim's head was protruding throught and leaned it against the wall, returning to kneel between Tim's spread legs, his ass now completely exposed. John lowered back down and squatted with his stiff cock right in front of Tim's face, and slowly bent his cock down while rotating his hips, pointing his manhood right at Tim's mouth. He slowly put it in, and fed it deeper than before. He put his hands back on the wall behind the couch and leaned into it, deeply penetrating Tim's mouth. Tim's gag reflex had gone again, and he was eager to resume sucking this beautiful cock. John slowly thrust in and out, while Tim sucked as hard as he could, loud sucking noises could be heard as he slowly withdrew. John was fucking Tim's mouth, slowly in and out. His cock would slowly hit the back of Tim's throat, then come out so that only the tip of the head was in. 

Tim felt something soft and cold enter his ass. He felt it go deeper, then suddenly he felt warmth invade him. 

"Round 1!" Vicky said giggling, as Tim felt himself slowly fill up with this warmth. 

He felt something withdraw, and some splashing as he emptied out. This process was repeated. Tim was completely helpless, and at the mercy of the cock slowly penetrating his mouth, while his ass was cleaned out. John started moaning.

"MMMmmmm.. OOOooooh.. It won't be long now... OOOOoooh," John gently said as his hips were starting to twitch.

Tim was ready. He had felt the warmth and emptying feeling several times, and Vicky stood up, and disappeared down the hallway with a single word, "Clean". She returned with a small pink dildo. John kept pumping and moaning, slowing his pace. He withdrew.

"Not so fast," he said in a feminine voice as he petted Tim's cheek, and raised his hips up. He put his ball sack up to Tim's mouth again. "Suck on these again."

Tim was dissappointed. He wanted the cum in those balls. He sucked them in again, and swirled his tongue around them as he could. They seemed to be bigger now. Tim was so hungry for more cum. Sucking on John's balls was like window shopping--he wanted the cum inside. He heard something squirt, like lotion or something, then felt some cold slick stuff between his spread legs. Tim then felt something rubbery and firm penetrate his hole. The dildo, he assumed. As John's balls were swishing around in his mouth, the dildo was slowly penetrating his hole, twisting and turning, and Tim was surprised at how good it felt. He involuntarily started gyrating, meeting the tiny dildo's penetrating thrusts. 




Enslaved Ch. 02



"He likes it!" Vicky said with a giggle, as she sped up her pace, and started twisting the dildo back and forth.

"Okay, I can't wait any longer," John said. 

He withdrew his balls with a PLOP, stepped off the couch, and stood between Tim's legs. Tim was frightened. He hadn't been penetrated by a man before. 

"This might stretch a bit, but you will like it once you get into it," John said with a grin. 

He slowly lowered himself to his knees, so that his cock was level with Tim's hole. He placed his swollen head at the entrance, and slowly pushed forward. Tim knew this was going to hurt. It didn't go in at first, so John pulled back, and squirted more lube on his cock and Tim's hole. He leaned up and pushed in again. This time, John's cockhead went in just up to the head. It stretched Tim extremely, and he could feel John twitch with pleasure. 

"huh HUH huh! wooooh! nothing like a virgin ass!" he said as he slowly penetrated Tim's hole. He slowly drove his cock back and forth, the head just barely inside Tim's ass, while gently holding Tim's ball sack up and out of the way. Tim could feel every slight move, every time John's cock twitched in the slightest way. He began to feel chills up and down his spine, and again, started gyrating slightly. This was excruciating pain, but at the same time, it made his body feel good. John didn't go deeply at first, and there was so much pressure, but he could see that John was enjoying this. He could feel John twitch with each stroke. John squirted some lotion on Tim's cock, and then squeezed it. As he did this, he felt Tim jerk. Tim felt his body jerk, while his ass tightened.

"OOooohhhh that's good!" John cried in his feminine excited voice.

He slowly started toying with Tim's head as he spoke. As he did this, Tim's ass kept spasming, and John slowly went deeper and deeper. Tim was getting chills from the deep anal penetration, and it was clear that John was enjoying his virgin ass.

"Don't you worry, you will get every drop of my cum in your mouth," John said as he kept pumping, "and it is coming soon!"

John started gently stroking Tim's cock with one hand, while he was lightly swatting his balls with the paddle, causing Tim to jerk and spasm uncontrollably. Tim was anxious. He was being stroked and penetrated and it was almost too much. Suddenly, John withdrew. His swollen head made a sucking noise as it exited Tim's hole. He quickly climbed up the couch and straddled Tim's face. He hastily pointed his cock at Tim's mouth, and penetrated to the back of Tim's throat. Tim gagged a bit, but started sucking as he had before.

"Now, for your pleasure, fresh cum!" John said in a nasty gay voice. 

He started pumping in and out of Tim's mouth as he held Tim's head in his hands. His pace became more rapid. Tim could feel the pulsing cock in his mouth get as hard as steel as he did his best to suck hard. He could hear and feel slopping, sucking noises as John fucked his cock in and out of his mouth, rocking his hips, spraying and scattering spit all over Tim's face. He felt John tense. He felt John's cock head pulse. He tasted the first salty, silky glop of cum spurt from John's cock slit as he thrust forward uncontrollably. 

"aaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!! OH OH AHHHHHHH!!!! YESSSS! YESSS!!" John cried as his hips spasmed, uncontrollably shooting hot cum into Tim's eager mouth. 

Tim eagerly sucked, as John pulled back so that only his pulsing cock head was in Tim's mouth, and stroked his length, pushing load after load of fresh hot cum into Tim. Tim didn't want to swallow--he wanted the silky smooth feel and taste in his mouth. As John's cock spurted gobs of cum and filled up his mouth, cum was starting to squirt out of his mouth and get all over his face. He reluctantly swallowed and more came out. The more that came, the hotter and thicker it was.

"Watch this ladies!" John giggled while shaking.

He pulled his cock out and above Tim's mouth as the ladies watched. He kept stroking, and a thick, hot gob of cum drizzled out of his slit, and slowly dripped right into Tim's eager mouth. He did this again and again, slowly drizzling thick gobs of his white juice directly into Tim's mouth. Then he pushed his cock head back into Tim's mouth. Tim knew that this would end, and wanted more cum. He sucked hard. John jerked forward and fed his cock to Tim, slowly humping, twitching, shooting load after load. Tim was amazed at how much cum John had. He kept dutifully sucking and John kept delivering load after load of hot fresh cum from his balls, twitching and moaning.

"OOooh ooh that's it! that's it! keep sucking! Mmmm! MMMmm!" Tim kept hearing over and over as his mouth was repeatedly filled with cum. John's hands were on the sides of Tim's head, holding it in place as he used Tim's mouth to sloppily spasm every last drop of cum from his balls. Tim thought it would never stop, and was happy about that. John's control was amazing, holding Tim's head, thrusting his cock gently back and forth as the mostrous cock swelled and spurted gob after gob of hot cum into Tim's mouth. Pretty soon the girls were looking in amazement at the fucking that John was giving to Tim's mouth.

"Wow, he's quite a cock sucker," Vicky giggled.

"I wish my husband came in my mouth that much. He gives a squirt or two, then stops," Jenni said, "But not John--he just keeps on going!"

John kept spasming in and out, giggling and moaning as he emptied his balls out. Tim kept sucking, feeling the smooth cum fill his mouth. John leaned forward, letting his cock rest deep in Tim's mouth, his pulsing head at the back of Tim's throat. 

"Whoooooooo," John breathed out, as he removed his hands from Tim's head, and leaned them against the wall behind them, slightly leaning into Tim's face. 

He was relaxing, resting his swollen cock head at the back of Tim's throat. Tim swallowed as John jerked in his mouth. Tim could feel a warm spurt of cum drain into his throat. He swallowed again, and again John spasmed, giggling. 

"OOooohh! Ooh! Ooh!" 

John began to moan gently, clearly in heaven from this long drawn out orgasm that neither party wanted to end, as Tim started pumping his cock by squeezing his tongue against John's rod, while tensing the back of his throat. John was jerking his whole body sloppily as he giggled, gasped, and choked a few times, but his cock still kept emptying small warm spurts of cum deep into Tim's throat. He eventually got into a slow, sensuous, grinding hump, gyrating while shaking uncontrollably, feeding his electrified man meat into Tim's mouth, draining load after load. John finally withdrew, absolutely spent. As Tim watched the stiff cock come out, he kept a load of cum in his mouth, and he was swishing it around, feeling it's warm silkiness, it's salty, sweet taste. He knew that he would eventually swallow, but he wanted to keep this cum in his mouth forever. It tasted so good! He opened up and showed John and the girls.

"Wow, you really are a cumslut!" John giggled gayly.

After awhile, Jenni mounted Tim's face and was tongued into multiple orgasms. Tim was finally untied and released to go home--for now.



Enslaved Ch. 02



Hey, fellow readers of erotica! Really sorry for the long wait. My exam period is starting and I chose a really inappropriate time to start writing erotica. Hence, I implore for your patience.

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed the first chapter. I know the people who commented did. So please, guys and gals, feel free to comment or give feedback on the story! It makes me feel really satisfied and keeps me motivated to keep on writing out my perverted fantasies :). I hope this chapter will be satisfying. If so, please rate my story; getting into the toplist is one of my fantasies too :).

This chapter isn't that erotic, sorry... but I think the next chapter should have some action! As a warning, this chapter has spanking. If you are against it... well, why are you reading this story? Last time I checked, it was under non-consent. Childish jokes aside, I would once again like to thank my editor, Kyriae, for her wonderful work :). Enjoy.

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Scarlett awoke to the roar of thunder and the jerky movements under her. A headache thrashed through her, spikes of pain erupting in her head as though a porcupine was hiding there. She tried to raise her head and the porcupine went crazy, causing nausea to flood her. She took a moment to recover before looking closer at her surroundings.

She was in a car, the soft velvety cushioning hugging her skin. Looking out of a darkly tinted window, Scarlett saw malignant trees that laid just out of reach, their long arms snaking high above the ground, as if to pierce the night sky and block the protecting light of the stars. Heavy rain poured down on the metal roof of the car, the sound grating against her eardrums. The wind wailed between distorted trunks, carrying the sickly stink of wood rot.

Someone had also taken the liberty to change her into a dress. Questions bubbled through her mind. Why was she here? What had happened? Her recent memories were a blur. Scarlett rubbed her head, hoping, but to no avail, that it would help.

"Hello, kitty. How did you sleep?" 

A startlingly cold voice dropped in the darkness, the sharpness made her jump. Surprisingly, she had not noticed the other person in the car. His dark presence filled the interior of the car, thick and stifling. Danger oozed from his very being. Primal instinct pressed her against the car door, trying to place as much distance between them as possible.

Scarlett's memories suddenly cleared. This dangerously powerful man. Attacking her father then using her as a bargaining chip. Fear flooded her. What was she doing here? Her last memory was of intense pain as a bullet penetrated her skin. Did she not die then? What of her father? He was looking at her now, his lips frozen in a smile.

"It is basic courtesy to reply."

Was he serious? Why was he trying to show concern after kidnapping her? There were countless questions streaming through her head. The issue of her father nagged at her mind the most, but she dreaded the answer. After all, if she was the only one here... She pushed it to the back of her mind. Right now, it was not vital for her survival.

"Wh- Where am I?"

"Already onto gathering information. You are quick... Or... desperate to escape." 

Amusement shone in his eyes. Damn him, reclining all cool-headed and carefree. 

"Wha... what?... no I..."

"Think first then lie, kitty. Nevertheless, we are driving along the southeast road. We are already quite a distance from Zaria, so don't bother jumping out of the car and taking chances with nature."

This man really underestimated her. He had left her free to move and even answered her question. While it was true that it was close to impossible for her to escape, answering her was still unwise. If she were to fake subservience, maybe he would loosen up his defenses against her and hence present an opportunity for escape in the future.

"What is this weapon you are after? "

He completely ignored her question and continued to address her. 

"You should understand that you are now my slave, so from now on, you will be addressing me with 'master' or 'lord'. Understood?"

His curious eyes peered into Scarlett's' own pair. He wondered if she would really listen to him. How weird, that just yesterday she was her father's daughter, and today the fates decreed that she was to be Lord Rendel's slave. Already, she missed the nagging lectures of her mother, the boring lessons from her teacher, but more importantly, the masculine frame of her father and his bear hugs. And now... where was her father when she needed his comforting smiles the most? She wasn't sure if she would ever see him again. All because of this disgusting, self-absorbed, power-driven man. She was determined to resist him as much as possible. So much for faked subservience.

"A three-year-old could understand your ridiculous demand. But it doesn't mean said child would follow it."

Even in the dark, Scarlett could sense his wide smile.

"Ahh, but as it were, the child would be disciplined. As you will be. And I love getting rough and dirty, little girl."

Just like before, an invisible force yanked at her side, so instead of sitting, Scarlett was slammed face-first into the velvet seats, the length of her body lying across the car. Surprised by the sudden turn of events, she yelped, but thankfully the soft material muffled the sound. The once comfortable velvet now scraped against her skin as she tried to move out of the vulnerable position. However, the nape of her neck was forcefully held down by Lord Rendel's hand. 

He squeezed lightly and the threat of being strangled caused Scarlett to stop squirming. The neck was a vulnerable spot after all. Due to his use of magic, Lord Rendel was still in his original position, with Scarlett's thighs above his, touching in a startling way. To her relief, the amount of skin contact was minimized because of her dress. She could feel the coiled strength in the tough muscles under her. 

"Haha, you look cute in such a submissive position. Now, onto your punishment. I think spanking your ass will do for now."

"What?! Are you out of your mind?? I am an adult of marriageable age. Spanking is for children!"

"Oh, but it is a fun punishment. No scars, just sharp pain. And anyway, did you look in the mirror at yourself these past few weeks? You are hardly an adult."

Grudgingly, Scarlett silently admitted that it was true. Despite being 18, her height was slightly below average, and her face was rounded and cherubic. Worse still, her chest was still developing and was small compared to her mother's and her friends. It did make her look extremely pretty though, or so she was told, since she had waist-length red hair and cute gray eyes.

"And you still... have not addressed me." 

His eyes were narrowed now, a dangerous cold gleam appeared in them, and Scarlett felt like a cornered prey before an almighty predator. Even so, she remembered her promise to resist him and squashed down her fear. She would not give him the satisfaction of a cry or scream. Anyway, how painful could spanking be? As she said, even children could endure it. Surely she would be fine.

"I will not stop until you apologize. And trust me, it will hurt." 

His cold voice, filled with such malevolent and sadistic intent, caused her to shiver involuntarily. Damn. The thought of resisting him when his presence itself induced such immense fear just became so much harder. Scarlett felt his cold fingertips caress the inside of her thigh. Dark and ill intentions lingered in the trail left by them. The sudden cold shocked her, and she jumped at the startling sensation with a protesting yelp. Not that she could physically jump, since his iron grip still held her in place.

"Silence, girl. The real test has yet to begin."

Once again, Lord Rendel used magical energy to cut through her dress since there was no tearing sound, yet the smooth fabric had slid off her back, leaving her back bared and exposed to him. His fingers stroked her creamy skin, her thighs, the small of her back, and the cheeks of her ass. Scarlett held her breath, anticipating the first blow and trying to brace for the impact. The dark interior started to overwhelm her senses, the creeping tension enhancing them. She seemed to hear each and every raindrop, feel the velvet seat and silk texture of her dress against her skin, and smell the faint vanilla scent of Lord Rendel. It was almost as if... 

A deafening thunderclap filled the interior of the car. Scarlett's mind went blank as acute agony flashed through her body, the crystal white-hot pain setting her blood on fire, her senses overloaded with the sheer force of the blow. How could anything in the world hurt like this? Even the bullet that tore her flesh open just yesterday... paled in comparison to this barehanded slap. Darkness encroached the edge of her mind, threatening to plunge her into the blissful depths of oblivion, to shut down the body system and escape the torturous feelings that flooded her consciousness. Stubborn tears escaped her eyes, but she had bitten down on her arm and somehow stifled her uncontrollable scream. She could feel blood spilling out of her teeth marked wounds and tasted the metallic tang of it. Even then, the pain of the spanking drowned out other bodily sensations, such was the strength of Lord Rendel.

"One, little girl." 

His powerful voice vibrated through the air, seeping into her skin. Scarlett shivered in fright and almost felt like giving in. But bowing so easily, just after one blow, was too embarrassing after mustering all her resolve to resist him.

Her mind realized it was impossible! Pure strength could not induce such pain. She could feel that the skin of her ass was still intact. But this was Lord Rendel. He could use dark magic; surely he was somehow messing with her mind? Maybe the pain was actually an illusion, her mind fooled into thinking that the blow was real and hence creating physical sensations? It certainly was a possibility. But even if that was so, how could she fight him?

It felt like a sonic boom hit her. 

Accumulated physical agony, concentrated into a single moment, burning into her flesh like liquid fire. It totally wiped out her bodily functions. The once encroaching darkness swarmed her mind and she only managed to stay conscious through sheer willpower. For that one single moment, Scarlett cried her lungs out, her nerves unable to cope with the physical sensations. It was hopeless. As streams of tears dripped down her face and stained the velvet seats, she just felt like going home. She wanted to see her family and friends one last time. This new life would certainly need happy memories to tide her over.

"Two... Ready to apologise yet?"

Amidst the aftershock sensations and her teary hiccups, Scarlett could sense his hand rising once more.

"N- Noo... St-stop... please..." 

Her throat burned with the effort of rasping out the few words.

"You must learn to be more sincere, slave." 

His hand was still poised for a viper strike. In desperation to escape the pain, Scarlett pleaded, though in her heart, she was sick with her weakness and prayed for vindication.

"I... I'm sorry, Lord Rendel."

"I see that pain does not teach you anything." 

His hand slammed downwards once again and Scarlett saw the eerie green sparks of dark magic flying across his arm. 

"Please forgive me, Master!" 

Through her shame, Scarlett could sense his triumphant smile. The sparks dissipated and his fingers started stroking her scorched and tender skin. After her heart calmed down and adrenaline levels subsided, he helped her up and hugged her close to him. He stroked her silky red hair and cooed.

" You are my slave now, girl."

Damned jerk. Trying to forcibly take her freedom and bend her to his will. Scarlett assured herself that she was only trying to escape the pain and hence had succumbed to his ridiculous rule. She would not stop resisting him! But the gentle and rhythmic stroking of her hair was comfortable. She certainly did not mix it up with kindness, but it was easily lulling her emotionally and physically weakened body to sleep.

"Yes... Master..." 

She said softly. He smiled. It was not a question. She might bear great hatred towards him, but subconsciously she was beginning to fear him. Of course, if he were to leave her alone, that fear could end up bolstering her hatred, which would be the exact opposite of his intended effect. Letting her rebuild her resolve and rekindle her passionate, autonomous spirit could result in disastrous consequences indeed.

Then again... he did not capture her just for fun and games. And just a few moments ago... did his eyes deceive him? What he had seen certainly would explain why she had survived the magical energy within the bullet. And the spanking. He had gotten carried away and used too much magical energy. The second blow should have knocked a grown man unconscious. He grinned. It seemed he had gotten a prized possession. He would need to observe her more.

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The warmth of the fireplace filled Scarlett right down to her bones. For a long moment, she thought she was still at home in Zaira. The divine aroma of freshly baked bread wafted up her nose and the crackling of firewood familiar to her ears. Unfortunately, she opened her eyes and reality slammed into her like a one-ton sledgehammer. 

She clearly was not in her home anymore. This room had an unusual décor. The comfortable fireplace was burning with an eerie green light, antique lacquered mahogany wood furniture filling the room. The sofa she was sleeping on was of a similar fashion. She was dressed in a black nightgown. Scarlett struggled to sit up, as aches resonated through her body. She felt like an old woman, with painful joints and fragile bones. That accursed Lord Rendel, causing such harm to her. God, she was just an ordinary young girl, wasn't she? Why go so far to test the limits of the human body?

When the heavy tendrils of sleep left her body, Scarlett stood up and explored her surroundings. Once again, not tying her up and not leaving anyone to guard her. Lord Rendel would regret it when she found some confidential information. Maybe she could even formulate an escape plan! Refreshed with a purpose in mind and the possibility of freedom, she set about as quietly as possible, trying to look through every nook and cranny for something useful. Surely there must be something in this huge study.

This room was a really grand place, with crystal chandeliers and large bookshelves. It was split into two areas. From the door, there was a fireplace, some coffee tables and sofas, one of which she had slept on. There were potted plants placed at intervals. Opposite of the door was a set of stairs that led up to a second area that mainly comprised of a desk and some high bookshelves, the higher levels even requiring a ladder to reach. The bookshelves surrounded the width of the room, with a glass partition to prevent anyone from falling down to the lower area.

Scarlett walked up the stairs and went straight for the desk. Like the rest of the room, the desk was meticulously cleaned. Letters and documents were stacked up in a corner, pens arranged neatly. Wooden compartments lay waiting, hidden secrets begging to see the light of day. There were also some photographs. It felt strange that Lord Rendel would keep photographs. In her mind, he had been like an unrelenting force of nature, irritating but inevitable, which she could only ignore or attempt to avoid. It seemed unreal that he would actually have another life and possibly another personality, different from the devil that had punished her.

Lord Rendel's life was still seemed mysterious and obscured. In the photographs, he was with important businessmen or political figures. The other Lords of Stralin, big-shot company CEOs, even kings of different countries. But in these photographs, he always manufactured a mask of cold confidence and calm, his smile false, his eyes sharp. It was never a heartfelt, warm smile of a friend. There were no pictures of family either. It was like Lord Rendel had always been alone and distant from others.

Except for one. 

In this photograph, a younger yet similarly muscular Lord Rendel stood on top of a small hill in the middle of some plains. The vibrant green grass was dotted with colourful flowers, all swaying in the gentle breeze of a glorious new morning. A large white building stood tall and proud in the background. More importantly, there was a beautiful girl standing beside the young man. Her long blonde hair shimmered in the wind, flowing smoothly behind. She wore a simple white dress with no accessories except for a blood-red ruby pendant necklace. They were holding hands and smiling sweetly at each other as they walked through the plains, and unlike the other photos, his smile seemed genuine.

Was that really Lord Rendel? Did he know that in the years to come his smiles would grow colder than an arctic iceberg, and that his casual, cheerful eyes would turn into calculative and suspicious ones? And who was that girl? His girlfriend? His sister? Scarlett wondered what happened to Lord Rendel that made him the man he was today.

Scarlett almost lost track of her purpose as she looked at the photo. Reluctantly, she tore her eyes away from the smiling couple, curiosities left unsatisfied and possibly would never be solved. The papers on the desk were useless, bills and advertisements among them. That much was obvious. Lord Rendel would not be so careless. She did learn his name though, Lord Alexander Rendel. She also found a sharp pencil. It was not much, but at least she did not feel as vulnerable as before.

Looking through the wooden compartments at the side of the desk, she became increasingly discouraged. Her fingers trawled through many more useless pieces of paper, before seeing an interesting letter. The sender was Jonathan Brent. She recognised the name to be one of the Lords of Stralin, a ruthless and cruel man whose bloodthirst for war could never be sated. His name struck fear even into bravest of men. Jonathan Brent was an intelligent and careful strategist, but was even more deadly when he was fighting on the battlefield in person due to his adept usage of magic.

Hello, Lord Rendel. I received word that you attacked one of Zaira's Generals last night. I hoped you found some useful information about their project. I will visit soon and we can talk in greater detail.

Scarlett felt her blood run cold. Lord Rendel was already a huge problem. She would rather not have to worry about two Lords in the same place. Her mind felt numb with fear. With slightly shaking fingers, she returned the letter and continued searching.

Squating down, she looked through the final few compartments. It seemed like there was nothing hidden in this room. Wait... hidden? Of course... if there was anything worth hiding, it wouldn't be out in the open, where even idiots like her could find. Maybe there was a secret compartment somewhere. Looking through the last compartment again, she finally found what she had failed to see before. There was a string poking out of the corner. Scarlett pulled it, lowering the fake wall to reveal a secret section.

Feeling really proud of her discovery, she allowed a small smile to untie the knots of anxiety on her face. Hopefully, this small victory would be the start of her escape from this dreadful place...

"Enjoying yourself, princess?" 

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Enslaved Ch. 02



Mike didn't sleep well that night. Despite a tough two hour workout, his mind and body were in no mood to nod off. The chastity belt around his cock meant that every time he cast his mind back to the gorgeous yet cruel gym attendant who had put it on him. That made his cock hard and that meant horrendous pain as it was crushed up against the plastic of the device. He rolled over and squirmed as he thought about his predicament. It was not sexy, he decided, not at all. He was scared and frustrated. He also felt a pang of anger at Heather, for farting on him and for the chastity. His head said it was disgusting and cruel; his dick however was out of control whenever he thought of his Goddess. He wondered what she would do the next evening. Would she let him out? He felt confident she might, after all the game couldn't go on that long. He had planned to relax over the weekend, but now he felt like he would do anything but.

Heather collapsed into bed happily. She was thrilled and turned on by what she had done that evening. She had had an eye on Mike for a few weeks because of his quiet style. The fact he didn't flirt with her, nor show off, had got into her head. She knew that he liked her, and had seen him glance over every now and again, but his clear self control and restraint had made her dream up ways in which she could get him obsessed with her. The more restraint he had showed, the crueler her fantasies had become. Now she had him. She held the key to his sexual pleasure, literally. This was only serving to fuel even kinkier ideas of how to torment him. Moaning with pleasure, she caressed her dripping pussy and traced the key around her nipples. She thought of him squirming and frustrated, unable to cum without her permission. This drew Heather into an intense orgasm, panting and squealing in raw sexual pleasure, at the plight of her slave.

Mike woke at 2pm. He had fallen asleep at about 3am under the pressure of his chastity belt and the thoughts swirling in his head about Heather. Many of them were fearful; he was turned on at the time but now, just scared of what she would do next. He himself toast and went out for the newspaper. Normality was going to be hard to come by, but he was willing to try and forget his predicament, if only for a few hours. He also wondered if he could remove the device without a key. Risky, but if a clear solution presented itself, it may be worth it. That would mean not seeing Heather again; he would struggle to face her if he had got out of her trap. The revenge would surely be worse than the status quo. Getting through the afternoon was difficult, Mike was usually good at killing time but this was a whole different dynamic. Watching the news had worked until a fit weather girl came on and he had been forced to quickly switch off. The pain on his dick was unbearable and he was not growing used to it as he thought he might. Shopping had remedied things a bit, but basically Mike's life was about avoiding getting turned on and trying to forget about his dick and the Goddess who owned it. He was tired, frustrated and nervous, yet tremendously turned on every time he thought of Heather.

Heather awoke at 9:30am. She grinned as she remembered what she had done to Mike. As she relived the evening her pussy moistened at the idea that she controlled his dick. She purred, pleasuring herself at the fact she knew he couldn't. She ran her hands all over her body, gleefully using the key to tease her nipples again. She picked up her vibrator and climaxed while thinking of the wicked things she could do to him.

After her orgasm she set off for work. She had a long shift from 10:30am through until 9:30pm, one she normally would have dreaded but today she was eager to get to work and torment Mike. The hours before would fly past. She spent the day instructing fitness classes with a quick break for lunch. All throughout she felt pangs of excitement and arousal at the idea that Mike was either in pain or deeply frustrated with his situation. 

At about 7:30pm Mike arrived sheepishly at the gym and made his way into towards the changing room. It was another quiet night as people headed out to nightclubs rather than workout. Before he got to the changing room he got a tap of the shoulder. He turned and saw Heather. She grabbed him by the collar and dragged him off to a small office. 

"Sit." she commanded. He sat.

She then proceeded to take off her attendant's fleece to reveal a tight fitting pink sports bra. She wore the same tight sexy leggings as the previous night. She let down her hair and suddenly thrust her crotch into his face. Mike was overwhelmed by her scent and perfume. She grinded her crotch over his nose and mouth viciously while clawing at hair and neck with her sharp pink nails. He groaned; his head was saying to run and somehow get the belt off but her dominance pulled him in and strangled him with every grind of her now moist leggings against his face. He felt himself fall as she kicked him onto his back. She lowered her ass onto his crotch and sat there, grinning wickedly at him. The cruel glint came into her eyes again, sending a jolt of fear through Mike. 

"Are you scared bitch?" she sneered. The word bitch cut through him. 

He hesitated and was rewarded with her nails dragging across his cheek.

"Yes, yes! I am, I'm terrified!" he cried out. 

Heather smirked arrogantly. "How long will you keep the belt on for me?" 

"Please take it off! I'm desperate please Heather! Its too much for me!" he bawled. He knew he would regret it from the moment he said it.

A curious smile came over her face. She produced the key. 

"Wrong answer."

With that she grabbed his shirt and pulled him in close to her lips. For a second they gazed at each other, her cruel smile met his terrified eyes. Then she spat angrily onto his face before delivering a sharp slap to his cheek. Then she opened a door from the office into a connecting toilet and shoved him through it, sending him sprawling onto the floor. She strutted in after him, making sure to stamp on his midriff and wind him. He gasped and pleaded for mercy. 

"How badly do you want it off?" She inquired, refusing to break eye-contact, causing him to look away in fear. 

"Um...really badly!" he practically squeaked. 

At this she ripped down his shorts and exposed his locked up dick. She looked at it with an evil grin. Then at down on it as she had before, grinding up against it. 

"How does it feel with my sexy bum teasing you?" She asked sweetly. But the question was laced with menace. Mike answered diplomatically.

"It feels amazing!"

This was met with a punch in the stomach and another tear at his face with her nails.

"You will address me as Goddess," she hissed. 

"Sorry Goddess!" he whimpered. He felt a crippling mix of sexual arousal from her ass on his locked dick and fear from making another mistake. 

"Do you still want that key? Answer me truthfully." Her words hung in the air of the small toilet that now smelled of her scent and heady perfume. 

"I do Goddess, I'm sorry," he whined as she grinded her legs and ass on his locked dick that was now slopping with precum in its cage.

"Ok slave, you have three options on how to get it." she replied with that cruel glint in her eye.

"The first is that you wait for six months and then get out, and that's a promise."

"The second is that you come in here every day you want a release and pay me a cum tax of £250 per release." 

"The third is that I drop the key in the toilet and you have to fish it out with your teeth in 30 seconds, if you manage, I have to give you a blowjob for every day of the next two weeks. If you don't. I flush."

She kept grinding, getting wetter and wetter as she told him each choice; the pussy juices now seeping through her leggings and onto his cage. She lent forward, pressing her perfumed boobs into his face. She started to moan in pleasure.

Mike faced an impossible choice. It was only made harder by the stunning blonde pleasuring herself on his plastic encased cock.

"You want to cum now don't you?" she whispered seductively into his ear while grinding even harder on his cage.

That did it for Mike.

"Option three, I want it now Goddess!"

She pulled off him and produced the key, holding it in front of his face. He could grab it, he thought. Just grab it and push her off. But then she put the key in the toilet and pulled him up by the hair.

"Did I mention you would be blindfolded?" she purred into his ear before taking down her leggings and wrapping them around his head. He could hardly argue. She pushed his head down into the bowl and set her watch. 

"Start," she giggled as he began to thrash around in he compressed bowl.

Mercifully it had not been used in a long while because the office was so out of the way. Biting down into toilet water was still horrific though. 

Then it got worse. Heather pulled down her panties and sat on the back of his head, making it a fight for breath. Then he felt a warm liquid pouring down his neck. Heather laughed silkily as she masturbated on the back of his head- squirting into his hair. Then he felt the key brush his lip and he fought harder to get it again. Heather's juices slopping down his neck and causing the bowl to stink of her pussy. He gagged. He had to give in or he would drown. He pushed up with all his might and flailed his arms wildly. She moved off cackling to herself, still caressing her sweet pussy. 

He collapsed onto the floor, just happy to breathe clearly. He was alive he told himself, it couldn't get any worse than what he had just been through.

Then Heather pressed flush.



Enslaved Ch. 03



Mike's heart sank like a stone. He felt almost sick with pure horror. There had to be another key, surely there was? His mouth tasted of the toilet water and her squirt, his neck was hunched from his head being crushed down the toilet by her sweet butt. Now he lay on the ground, listening to Heather laugh at him, while she played with her pussy. To his disgust, his dick was straining to grow, inside the prison that he had just lost the key to. She grabbed his hair and pulled his head round so that he could see her get off. Her pussy glistened as she toyed and pleasured it, thrusting her fingers in and teasing herself. She looked him straight in the eye the whole time, with a devious grin that made him feel terrified. How much sicker could she be to him? He decided not to imagine, but she read his mind:

"What should i do to you next slave?" she sneered.

He couldn't reply, he just couldn't bring himself to. 

"Anything i want?" She asked sweetly, with a cute smile. Still fondling herself and nearing orgasm.

He knew that not replying would cost him, it had in the past. 

"Yes," he croaked, a wave of terror and humiliation swept over him as she burst out laughing as she worked harder on her dripping cunt. 

At this she orgasmed intensely, squirting her hot juices all over his face and moaning in pleasure. All he could do was watch this stunning blonde Goddess who had enslaved and abused him, erupt with pleasure, while he lay helpless on the ground. She thrust herself on top of him and started grinding her smouldering body over his locked cock, before moving onto his face.

"Lick me clean slave!" She snarled as she smothered him with her dripping cunt. 

"Yes Goddess," he gasped. She purred with dominance, as he spoke. 

"Will you miss your freedom?" She taunted as he cleaned her up. 

"Do you think i have another key?" Her voice rippling with pleasure as she rode his stricken face.

He practically sobbed, "i hope so Goddess!"

She rode him until she came to another steamy orgasm. He licked and cleaned for all he was worth, hoping for mercy. In his mind he clutched at straws, she had to have a spare, she was just playing him. 

She finished and stood up, towering over his body, gazing at her prey with that cruel glint in her eyes. 

"Your going to be my slave, from now on." she commanded. 

He whined, "please, let me free!"

"You had your chance and you blew it." her voice was acidic as she delivered the painful truth to him yet again. He panicked, worrying that he was locked forever. 

Heather knew though, that if there was no key left, then his immediate loyalty to her was gone. She had a spare, but before she used that against him she had another wicked move to play. 

"I may or may not have a spare." she said deviously, pulling his head out of her crotch and towards hers.

"But i have all of this on video," her words laced with venom. She stood up and pointed to a partially concealed camcorder that was angled towards the toilet. It would have caught much of his predicament. Enough for her to use it against him. Although, Mike considered, it may have caught her in shot too. 

"Stand up." her sweet yet serious voice commanded. He obeyed, but was now thinking of an end game. An exit from this could surely be possible.

She went to a drawer and took out a pair of cuffs.

"Hands together slave." she snapped. He decided to play it safe and obey. He reasoned that short term set backs would help him get free in the long term. Mike knew he had to destroy the camcorder.

Heather led him through the quiet back exit of the gym to her car, a small hatchback. He started to protest but she silenced him with a sharp kiss and a sly grin. 

"Get in slave." she hissed seductively. Mike was amazed at how bossy yet hot Heather could be. She opened the boot and pointed in to it. Mike baulked at the idea, but his idea of a long term escape, spurred him on. Cooperate now, escape later when she is off guard. He was also finding himself increasingly attracted to her and couldn't deny that he was aroused, thinking about what she may do next. 

Heather was elated. She had always fantasised about domination, but now she was bundling a cuffed slave into the back of her car, totally in control of him and his orgasms. She felt power drunk, she could do anything to him. Anything. It made her wet and tingle with excitement and power. 

Mike clambered into the boot, with just enough space to curl up and lie down. He hoped it would be a short trip. 

After about ten minutes they pulled to a stop, outside Heather's apartment. It was a quiet, reasonably new area, with several houses still to be bought. The dark street was peaceful and deserted. She went in to her flat and came back with a black scarf, which she tied around Mike's eyes when the boot was opened. Mike was stiff and sore, and could hardly stop her. The tantalising smell of her perfume made him giddy as it washed over him. Heather leaned in and bit his ear as she whispered;

"Welcome to your new home slave."

Mike winced at the pain of her teeth and the impact of her silvery words. A rush of fear and arousal divided his mind against itself. He wanted out of this and fast, but at the same time he was becoming more and more turned on and hooked by his hot young captor. 

She grabbed his shirt and led him into the apartment. It was a spacious layout and had two bedrooms, but she used one for storage. Now she grew wet at the thought of imprisoning Mike there. Heather opened the door and dragged him over to the spare bedroom, pushing him inside. She had had a lock fitted, because of some of the storage in the room, now it would be used to keep him imprisoned. 

Mike stumbled forwards and heard the door clunk shut. Still cuffed and blindfolded, he panicked and fell forwards onto the floor. He started to shout for help, he wanted out, he wanted it over with. 

"Heather! Please, let me out!" he cried, to no avail. 

"Goddess!" he tried. This got a response.

Heather opened the door and strutted in, ripping off his blindfold and rolling him onto his back, and sat her hot ass and crotch down on his chest, grinning wildly and running her hands over his face and hair. He felt mesmerised by her touch and intoxicating scent.

"Do you want to stay here?" she asked in her sweetest voice.

"With your Goddess?" she purred, leaning in and kissing him intensely. Part of Mike wanted freedom but the other part was in lost in her hot kiss, her scent, her eyes, her hair and her body and would do anything for her. And she knew it.

She pulled away from the steamy kiss. He gazed up at her, totally addicted. Heather's eyes were cruel once more, but he didn't care. 

She reached behind her and picked up a ball gag and stuffed it in his mouth. Then she produced a second pair of cuffs that went round his legs and put his blindfold back on. Delivering a sharp slap to his face, Heather stood up and admired her handy work. 

"Mmmff!" Mike tried to speak. All Heather did was laugh at him. She now stripped completely naked and laid down on him, her body all over his. Mike moaned as she kissed and scratched him at the same time, while grinding on his locked dick, that was now in severe pain as it tried to get hard. Heather then sat up, fondling herself and teasing her pussy, still naked on top of him. 

The sight of her prey, trussed up and at her mercy, took her to an earth shattering orgasm. 

She strolled out of the bedroom, locking the door behind her, fantasising wickedly about what tomorrow would bring for her slave.



Enslaved Ch. 04



Mike finally fell asleep in the small hours of the morning. His cuffed arms and legs felt stiff and sore all through the night. Ball gag, causing his jaw to ache. His blindfold at least made it easier to nod off. Every time he thought of his situation, he would feel empty and defeated. Then he would reassure himself by thinking that a long term exit was possible. This however led to all sorts of fantasies about his stunning captor. That in turn meant excruciating pain for his trapped cock. He could still smell her scent from hours earlier, faintly in the room. A teasing blend of her pussy and perfume. 

Heather went to bed that night in raptures. She had always fantasised about having a slave. Now she was fantasising about what to do to him. Filthy thoughts ran through her mind. Dirty, twisted ways of torturing him made her wet and horny. Over and over she imagined and planned the evil acts she could do to him. The hornier she got, the wilder her ideas. Until the small hours of the morning she pleasured herself and had long, intense orgasms. She finally fell into a comfortable sleep after a steamy night of masturbation about the man she had imprisoned. 

Mike awoke, in immense pain and with badly stiff limbs. The house was quiet, so he presumed Heather wasn't up yet. He couldn't be sure though. The pain in his dick was horrible. Morning wood was making his cock ache inside of the cage. He let out a moan and tried not to think about his predicament. That was impossible. His attempts at moving were stifled by tight cuffs and the blindfold made him panicky. Was she in the room with him? Was he still where she had left him? Was she gone altogether? It was immensely unnerving, with no eyesight and being unable to move. He also couldn't shout for help. Mike knew he was completely vulnerable. She could do anything to him and there would be nothing he could do to stop her.

Heather woke up feeling brilliant. She had slept in as she always did on her day off, until about 11am. She knew that had meant extra pain for her slave. That had only made her wetter the night before and even now as she thought of him trussed up and captured, she felt herself grow moist. Remembering the way she had plotted last night, she felt another ripple of pleasure. Instead of getting off now though, she decided to save it. That way she would be extremely horny when she visited her slave. 

Mike heard the door open. He rolled around helplessly, begging into his gag. He wanted to cum so badly.

"Mmmfff," his voice was muffled by the gag. Heather grew wet at the sight of him, straining to be free. She kept her cool though. She had a plan.

"Slave, if you ever want to be released from your restraints you have to earn it." Her voice washed over him. Mike had forgotten how sweet and seductive it was, yet with a cruel hint in her tone.

"Do you want your gag removed? Make noise if you do." she commanded.

"Mmm," he moaned. At this Heather took out his ball gag. Mike felt his jaw and mouth free up, a feeling of pure relief. He chose not to speak, for fear of it being put on again. 

"Now, you must answer my questions. Yes or no. Nothing else." 

Miked braced himself. 

"Are you willing to be my slave?" 

"Yes." He already was, he thought to himself.

"Will you obey every command i give you?" 

"Yes." He felt nervous, but it was more or less a given now that he was her slave. He reasoned again, that it could help him escape in the long term.

"Do you think i have another key?" She did, in fact she was going to get it copied. But Mike was oblivious.

"Yes." Mike said meekly. He guessed she probably did, it was an educated guess. He feared her response though.

"Thats all i have to ask you for today." She said in matter of fact way, and walked out to get her breakfast, shutting the door behind her. 

She had filmed the conversation. Although his face wasn't fully visible, his voice would do for the time being. Heather ate her toast while she thought of her victory. He had signed up to her demands, and though she had more this was an important step. He also believed she had another key. This meant that he would serve her, in the belief that he may be released. The first key, was always going to be flushed, no matter what option. The intention was to shock and scare him. Even now, he only thought she had a key. She could play on the lack of certainty. 

Breakfast finished, Heather went into her room to change. A tight business skirt and black bra with heels was her choice. She spayed on her perfume and made sure to tie her hair back into a smart ponytail. The combination of the smart dress and the slutty bra and heels, mixed with a hot perfume would knock the stuffing out of him. She strutted confidently into his room. Mike still lay stricken on the floor, cuffed and blindfolded. Mike felt mesmerised by her dreamy perfume. His dick swelled yet again to no avail. Then the blindfold was removed and he saw her. Blonde hair, cleanly tied back, displaying her dangerously cute face. Her black bra covering ample, well shaped boobs. Her tight, short business skirt, emphasising her hips and ass. Her toned legs coupling with a naughty pair of heels. He was speechless. His dick rocketed, desperate to grow and cum at the sight of her. She looked devastatingly hot and he felt mesmerised at her whole appearance. 

Heather yanked down his trousers and sat on his caged dick, grinding and teasing. She pulled his shirt off and started to kiss his chest and up his well built arms. Growing hornier, she started to bite his upper arms, where his biceps would be, leaving teeth marks across his upper body. All the time grinding up against his cock. Her scent and all of her teasing overwhelmed him. He started to beg.

"Please, let me cum, i'll do anything!" He stared pleadingly into her eyes. At this, she bit down hard on his nipple and refused to let go.

"Argh!" He yelped in pain.

She pulled off and laughed at him, slapping his face repetitively. Then she leant in close to his ear, pressing her boobs up against his chest and started to passionately kiss around his head. She kissed in towards his lips but each time he tried to respond she moved away to his cheeks again. This and her crotch grinding up against his caged cock, resulted in yet more begging.

"Please, let me cum Goddess!" He gasped. 

Heather grew wet as she heard the word Goddess. She leant in to his lips and aggressively kissed him, allowing him to kiss back. For a few minutes they kissed passionately while she dry humped his caged cock. Mike was beyond pleasure and yet beyond frustration too. Heather was desperate to get off too as she grew wetter and hornier. 

She suddenly pulled up and stripped off her skirt to reveal a scant pair of panties. She turned to give him a full view of her ass. Then she lowered it onto his face.

"Slave, do you remember the first time i smothered you with my ass and you complained that you couldn't breathe?" She asked in a sweet voice.

"Yes Goddess," was his muffled response.

"Well this time, for every complaint i hear, its a week longer in chastity."

She then stood up and glared down at him, revealing the key that he had hoped existed. He breathed out a sigh of relief. That was a mistake; Heather quickly smothered him with her perfect ass, before he could take a breath. After a matter of seconds under her gorgeous butt, he started to feel slightly dizzy. Desperate not to add another week, he tried to keep quiet. Then Heather did something evil. She felt a fart coming on and let it go on his face. The stinky air instantly saturating his face. He felt sick.

"Are my farts any better this time slave?" She laughed.

Mike knew not to reply, but wanted her off badly. The sickening smell of her fart, was all he could breath.

"Mmmmmffff!" He panicked and cried out into her hot ass. 

"One week added." She chortled, standing up to allow him air. He gasped for all he was worth. She grinned wickedly down at him. Then smothered him again. Just a few seconds of air had hardly helped. Then came her next trick. Heather picked up the key and undid the chastity belt, but didn't take it off, just unlocked it.

Mike was startled and gasped with joy. 

"Two weeks now slave." Sniggered Heather.

"Your too easy!" She taunted happily.

She stood up and turned around locking the cage back on before planting her ass onto it once more, looking him in the eyes the whole time, with a devious smirk on her face. 

"Two weeks without orgasms." She teased, while letting down her hair out of its pony tail.

"How will you cope?" She mused sweetly, putting on a cute, sympathetic expression.

"I'll do it for you Goddess!" Mike gasped, he was obsessed with everything about her. He would do it for her. Heather smiled as a reply. It was a warm smile, yet like everything she did, it had a hint of menace about it.

She blindfolded him again. She peeled off her moist panties and placed them on his chest, so that he could smell her scent but not taste it. Mike realised that her pussy was exposed, but he had no way of enjoying the sight of it. Then the gag went back in. 

Heather slid down over his body, rubbing up against him, biting and caressing at the same time. She fitted her pussy over the plastic of his chastity belt and began to ride him furiously.

Mike could only feel the force of her fucking his belt, but could feel nothing of the pleasure or her pussy. Heather's panties were taunting him with their rich scent, so close to his mouth and nose, yet he could not enjoy those either. Heather started to cry out with pleasure, fucking him hard and harder, yet he would feel none of it.

She dug her nails into his muscly arms and moaned with pleasure. She found his body very hot and she loved the fact she could do anything she wanted with it. She thrusted up and down, bringing herself close to orgasm on top of her captive. Her juices flowed out of her clit and onto him. He could feel them, he could smell her scent- a heady mix of perfume and arousal- and he could hear her practically growling with pleasure. Then Heather climaxed. She dug her nails in deeper and rode him harder, her whole body rippled. She spasmed with raw sexual pleasure as her steamy orgasm gave her as much joy as it gave frustration to Mike. After another minute of grinding and purring with content, Heather finally stood up. 

"The best part of that orgasm was knowing that you couldn't have one." She smirked down at him, her silvery voice, still captivating him like every other part of her. 

"Now i'm really going to drive you crazy!" She sneered deviously. Mike had thought it was over. 

She took back her panties and put them on.

Then with no warning she unlocked his cage. He was free. His cock instantly grew hard. She also removed his gag again.

Heather ripped off the blindfold again. He had a full view of her taunting body, just millimetres from the head of his cock. She leant over and put her luscious mouth a whisker from his throbbing member. Her hot breath teasing and torturing his cock. 

She did everything but touch it. She kissed him all over, planting her lips all over his chest and arms. She put her hot ass in his face again and smothered him. Then she used her panties to blindfold him, while she got off just inches from his face. She shrieked with pleasure as she came all over him. Then she stuffed her panties into his mouth. His member throbbed and strained, oozing precum. The sight of her quivering pussy was beautiful, a perfect pink cunt, dripping wet, he wanted it so badly.

"Please can i lick your pussy Goddess?!" He begged.

"No fucking way slave!" Her sweet mouth hissed into his ear. She gnawed on it, whispering dirty talk.

"You want to fuck me? You do don't you? My dripping cunt, you want it. Its so hot knowing you are at my mercy and i can deny you every pleasure i feel like. You want my pussy to tighten around your sexy hard cock? Dream on slave."

Once again she tortured him with her mouth over his dick, so close yet so far. He was going mad with lust, begging and pleading but she ignored him every time. Her sensuous teasing continuing with no mercy. She didn't speak, only using her body to taunt and torture him. He sucked hard on the panties in his mouth, taking in every but of juice he could. Heather was in ecstasy, dominating and teasing a hot guy, who was fast becoming helpless to disobey her. 

Finally she purred "Would you rather i put the cage back on, to protect you from my teasing?". She now lay on top of him, her legs on his and her boobs on his chest, but she carefully avoided touching his cock. She kissed him long and sweetly before he could reply. She ran her hands through his hair and scratched lightly on the back of his neck. 

"I think so Goddess." He whined. 

"How about an extra week?" She asked slyly.

"Ok Goddess." Mike resigned to it. Anything was better than this. Her teasing was very hot, but he was going mad with lust. He wanted to grab her and fuck her brains out, but all he got was a slow, torturous tease. 

"Your too easy slave!" She laughed cruelly.

"You've given up three weeks of orgasms in one day. I love the power i have over you," 

"It makes me wet to know that your so fucking obsessed with me that i can make you do, well, pretty much anything i want." She said with an evil look. Mike suddenly felt terrified. She was completely dominating him and enslaving him. 

She stood up, removing her panties from his mouth. Leaving his body covered in her juices and scent, with the bite and scratch marks on his torso and his stiff cock still untouched and sopping with precum as his balls bulged. She looked at it and smirked. 

"Thats your weakness, your weak spot. Your cock and balls. If you didn't have them you wouldn't be here, being fucked up and dominated by me. They are what will help me break you and turn you into my own devoted little bitch." 

Her beautiful voice delivered the harsh words to Mike. He felt humiliated, that he was in this situation. Yet he felt so weak in front of her, he couldn't fight her or save himself.

"Maybe you should cut your balls off, to stop me from teasing them so badly!" She sneered with her evil grin widening.

With that she spat on him and stood up. She took of her once again sodden panties and put them in his mouth, before putting on the ball gag.

"You'll be tasting me all night bitch." Heather felt turned on at the very idea her filthy, stinky knickers were rammed in his mouth for as long as she wanted, in this case all night long.

She did not put on the blindfold or the chastity belt though. 

"I want you to have the pain of being free, but yet trapped under my spell," she whispered down at him. 

With that, she blew him a kiss and turned out the light.



Enslaved Ch. 05: Final



Final installment of 'Enslaved', new 'Queen' Series will be published, to continue the story.

*****

The next morning Heather had work early. A full day at the gym lay ahead and she was annoyed, she wanted to torment Mike for the day. He also had work, starting in the afternoon. She decided to wake him at the same time as she left, so that his mind would be on her for the rest of the day.

Heather dressed in her gym gear, but this time with leopard print leggings. She sprayed on her perfume and checked the mirror before flinging open his door and striding in.

"Slave, wake up now!" She snapped, kicking him with a dainty foot. When he didn't wake up, she kicked him again, this time in the balls. Mike stirred.

"Mmmff." Was the wide eyed response from Mike. Heather became a little wet at the sight of him. The night had been rough for Mike and now he lay there wide eyed with the gag in his mouth, his shirt ruffled from the night before and his trousers yanked down to expose his cock. It grew as he took in the sight of her, his balls bulged, begging for release as morning wood kicked in. She smiled innocently at him, as though she was unaware of his predicament. 

Mike gazed up at her, drinking in her beauty and crisp scent. He was in pain but he loved it. Arousal washed over him as he took in her figure. He loved every part of her. He wanted to serve her.

Heather leaned in and removed his ball gag. Her dirty panties had been in his mouth all night, she felt aroused as she finally pulled them out. 

"Goddess, your stunning!" He gasped, unsure how she would reply. 

Heather just smiled and toyed with her hair. Inside she knew she was winning, previously he had asked for freedom, now it was compliments. 

"I adore you Goddess, if you let me serve you i'll do anything!" Mike gasped again.

Heather responded with another kick in his balls. She laughed as he winced in pain.

"Good slave," she giggled. 

Heather leaned closer.

"Do you have work to go to slave?" She asked.

"Yes Goddess," he replied. With that she reached for his chastity belt, smacking his balls hard and fast, to bring down his erect dick. She snapped it back on.

"Thank you Goddess" Mike whined in pain.

Heather responded by putting her lips over the cage and sucking on it sensuously, rolling her delicious tongue and lips over the plastic. Her strong but sweet perfume filling his nostrils. 

Then Heather took off his cuffs and ordered him to kneel before her. His legs were stiff and sore but he was glad to be free. 

"Heres the deal slave," she sneered down at him. The cruel look in her eyes, that he knew so well returning.

"You give me half of what you earn as rent for staying here." She basically ordered him. Mike nodded. He wanted it badly, he was addicted to her. All thoughts of escape were leaving his mind. 

"Yes Goddess." 

Heather grinned in that devious way of hers. Even when he was turned on it made him nervous. With that she allowed him to stand up and go into the kitchen for breakfast. 

They sat opposite each other. He had cleaned up and she had made them both toast. The air was full of arousal. She deliberately had her foot close to his under the table, brushing his leg every now and again. Mike had to stop himself from staring at her. She was disarmingly cute, she didn't look like the cruel captor of the last couple of days. She seemed like a sweet chick who would never dream of tormenting him in the way she had. Her legs continued to tease his. She locked them around his right leg and began to move them up and down, as though she was stroking a cock with her feet. 

"Do you like that slave?" She laughed as he grimaced in pain. 

"Its not easy with your dick smashed up against that hard plastic is it?" She taunted.

"With my gorgeous feet all over your legs, so soft and sexy. Do you want to kiss them slave?" She teased in a sweet voice, gazing into his eyes the whole time.

"Oh please Goddess, i do!" He begged. Mike's dick strained against the plastic as she teased him. 

Heather responded by gripping his leg harder and moving her feet closer to his crotch, driving him crazy. She slipped off her trainers and used her toes to tease his caged dick. She prodded and teased his imprisoned cock without mercy while he struggled to eat his breakfast.

"Mercy Goddess, please! I love your feet but my dick can't take much more!" He begged, the pain was unbearable. 

Heather just laughed cruelly, before leaning over the table and kissing him on the cheek. Then to his disgust but arousal too, spat on his toast before leaning in for another kiss on the cheek. 

"Eat it up slave." She smiled sweetly at him, her green eyes piercing his. He stuffed in the toast, making sure her spit went in too.

Heather, who had been getting gradually more horny as the morning went on, now became very turned on at the sight of him eating her spit. She stood up and walked over to him.

"Open your mouth slave." She ordered. 

The second it was open she spat into his mouth. She told him he was not allowed to swallow until she said so and kept spitting, filling his mouth up with her foul morning breath spit. Once his mouth was full of her spit she told him to swallow. She grew even wetter as he slurped down the foul liquid that had built in his mouth. Mike choked as he tried to swallow it down and received a sharp slap followed by cruel laughter from his Goddess. She ordered him to kneel in front of her. As he got down on his knees she picked up the last piece of toast on his plate. 

"I'm going to feed you now slave, aren't i nice?" She said in an innocent voice, but that evil glint in her eye remained.

She carefully put the toast down her leggings onto her pussy, not close enough for it to irritate it, but in a position whee it could catch all her juices. She teased herself, making more juices and smearing them onto the toast. Once his breakfast was glistening with her pussy juices, she pulled it out and spat on it. 

"Eat up slave." She purred, shoving it whole into his mouth.

Mike felt and tasted her tangy pussy juices flow down his throat and settle in his mouth, it was gross but at the same time it had his dick screaming for release like never before as he ate the sodden piece of toast. As Heather watched, she rubbed and teased her pussy, getting off on the sight of him eating the toast that was saturated with her pussy juices. She fingered her clit furiously with one hand, and slapped Mike's face with the other.

"Oh yes! Come in closer!" She panted, still slapping his face as he moved in, his face just inches from her glistening pussy. 

"Fuck yeah!" She shrieked as she neared climax, pleasure flowing through her body. Mike watched, utterly addicted. 

"Open your mouth slave!" She gasped, on the edge of climax.

"Fuuckk!" She growled in sheer delight as she squirted all over his face and into his mouth. Her hot squirt added to the taste already there, making Mike's dick produce precum within its cage, when Heather saw it, she cruelly leant down and began to grind her sodden pussy all over his crotch.

"Is it frustrating, slave? To be so close to my steamy cunt, yet so far. Do you like being denied and tormented by me, and fucked up as i tease the shit out of you? I love seeing the pain in your eyes, the desperation. I know your getting more and more addicted to me, soon you will be my helpless little bitch and you will never want to fight or escape again. And you will love it!" She snarled sexily into his ear. 

With that she shoved him back and stood up. 

"Enjoy work today slave." She smiled cutely. 

"I know i will, thinking about your trapped little dick." She teased, still smiling sweetly. 

At her command they both stood up and walked out to her car. 

"Get in." She pointed to the passenger seat. 

"Thank you Goddess." He said earnestly, glad not to be put in the boot.

"Oh i wouldn't be so sure," she teased with a sly grin on her face.

They exchanged phone numbers on the first part of the journey and even chatted, relaxing and had a bit of a laugh, admittedly at his expense. Both began to like the other's personality. 

The second part of the journey was more difficult for Mike. Heather pulled out a pair of dirty panties and told him to put them in his mouth. She had worn them all night specially, so that she could do this to him. They were strong smelling and still damp from the steamy session she had had the night before. 

"I got off last night wearing those, twice." She explained

"All the time while i was getting off, i was thinking about you and your dick being locked and the fact i fucking own you." She hissed. Mike's locked dick once again groaned under the pressure.

"Can you smell the scent of my arousal? The stink of my bum and pussy in your mouth? Your breath is going to smell like my cunt all day slave!" She cackled. The cute talkative blonde replaced again by the sly, evil, drop dead sexy dominatrix. Mike moaned in pain as the taste of her saturated panties filled his mouth. He could taste her juices clearly and the stench of her bum was in them too. She had worked hard to make them as stinky and coated in her smells and tastes as possible. 

Too late for his tortured dick, they arrived at his work. He stumbled out, thanking her and leaning in gratefully for a kiss on the cheek. He decided the worst way of approaching the long hours ahead was to think about her. Focus, work hard, forget about her. Easier said than done.

Heather arrived at the gym and settled into her otherwise boring routine, thrilled at the thought of her captive's cock being trapped all day under her lock and key. She now had his mobile number and decided to use that as her next way of torturing him.

Mike went into his office and sat down. He had paperwork to get through so he busied himself with that, trying and utterly failing to get the taste of Heather's pussy and asshole off his mind as it lingered in his mouth. 

A few hours past and he began to focus. He'd got some gum from a colleague to clear the taste of her panties and he was doing his best to be disciplined and not think of her. Lunch then came and went easily and Mike began to feel a bit more normal, talking football with the other guards and forgetting, albeit temporarily, about his predicament. He thought about Heather more clearly. He did like her personality, in the car she had been really nice and he could see himself enjoying her company. That was all he allowed himself to think.

Heather had waited for five hours of her shift to make her move. Now she made her way to the toilet and locked herself in a cubicle. She stripped off her top to reveal her white bra. Then she posed in a very sexy way for her phone's camera. Once she took the photo she attached it to a text message that said:

"If you show anyone this, i will put your film on every social media site there is and ruin you. Send back a picture of your dick for the next photo..."

She giggled to herself as she pressed send.

Mike checked his phone just after lunch, just as a routine move. He noticed a message alert and clicked it. What he saw was Heather in a saucy pose and his dick instantly smashed up against the plastic of his cage. His mind was torn. He didn't want to hurt himself and cause his dick yet more pain by getting another but his curiosity got the better of him. He loved the idea that she was teasing him without even being there. Mike ran out to the toilet and quickly snapped a photo of his dick and sent it. 

Heather saw the message come through. 'I've got him now' she thought to herself. She waited an hour, firstly to make sure none of her colleagues thought she was unwell and secondly to tease him with the wait. She went back to the toilet and removed her leggings as well this time. She posed again getting as much of her curvy body in a possible. 

Mike had waited for the next message eagerly. At long last it arrived and he was stunned by the site her beauty. Down to her bra and panties and her hair let down she would make a model look under the weather. Mike marvelled at her beauty and his dick again crushed against his cage. 

The process went round again. The next photo she sent was of her without a bra on, but covering her boobs with her arm. Then one with a bra but no panties, covering her pussy with her hand. The photos drove him crazy each time and even though she wasn't there to tease him, he was all he could think about. After these photos she sent a message reading: 

"If you want to see me naked and much more tonight, film yourself punching your own balls twenty times in a row." 

Mike's heart raced. He read it over and over to make sure it was true. It was. He was heading for a dirty night in with this stunning vixen if he did as she said. He went to the toilet, making sure someone covered his post, saying he didn't feel too well. Once in the toilet cubicle he carried out her orders, it was extremely painful and he found himself panting and nearly crying with the pain. By the end he was writhing with the pain of what she had got him to do without even being there. After twenty excruciating hits, he sent off the video and got back to work feeling a mixture of excitement and pain run through him for the rest of the day. 

Heather drove home at the end of her shift which finished an hour earlier than Mike's. As soon as she got in she got out her vibrator and watched his video. On the eighth punch Heather was on the edge of orgasm and by the tenth she came intensely, moaning with pleasure and delighting in his pain. She grabbed up the panties she had used on him in the car and fondled her pussy with them. The sight of him abusing his balls made her feel giddy with power and pleasure. She lay there still caressing herself, thinking about the promise she had made and watching him punish his balls in order to get it and thought wickedly of how the evening ahead would go. 

Mike stepped onto the train, clutching his newspaper as he made his way to a seat in the crowded carriage. His new home was only three stops away but that was too far for him. The offer of being inside his stunning Goddess made every minute longer. His dick had been rammed up against its cage frequently since that message came through.

An attractive brunette made her way down the carriage and slid into the seat next to him. She was busy on her phone and hardly noticed Mike, she accidentally put her leg slightly against his and din't seem to be aware of it. She spent the first leg of the journey buried in her phone. Then as the carriage cleared out at the first stop she sat up and put her phone away, and hastily moved her leg away, realising where it had been. Mike was in immense pain because of her unintentional tease and tried not to let it show on his face. 

"Sorry, i've had a long day at work." She offered, with a knowing smile.

"Oh...oh thats fine." He forced, his dick still in terrible pain. He tried to reign in his facial expression too. 

"Are you ok?" She enquired. He seemed to be in pain. 

"Yeah, um fine, just a long day too." He managed. It was quite unconvincing.

She was glamorous with smooth black shoulder length hair and a nice fragrance, her smart business get up was attractive too. Mike willed himself not to look at her tight business skirt. Any other day he would have been very happy to talk to her, but his dick was causing him so much pain he wanted her to leave. It shocked him that Heather now basically controlled his interactions with women. 

His hot fellow passenger seemed curious. She shifted her foot perilously close to his again and left it there, taking out a copy of a women's magazine, skimming through a clothes page with dresses on it.

Mike did his best to fight the pain. Her foot was so close and her subtle perfume was getting into his head. He winced as his dick pressed up against his plastic prison. He hoped she hadn't noticed. He tried reading the paper to take his mind off things, but he knew this was his life now. He just had to get used to it. She flicked her foot, seemingly by accident and it brushed his leg yet again. Once more she left it there as though she didn't realise it was his leg. The pain set in and the frustration began to tear at Mike. Had she noticed his face that was beginning to show signs of his frustration? 

At last the train pulled in at Mike's stop and he hurried off, saying a polite but clumsy to goodbye to the brunette who just smiled curiously at him. He made his way hurriedly to Heather's, desperate to see her and to get his reward. He knocked the front door with restraint, to try and appear calm. 

"Hey slave." Heather had her dressing down on and smelled beautiful. She had showered and used lovely oils and soaps. Her fragrant body intoxicated Mike and she knew it. She smiled demurely at him and winked. Mike was in awe of his Goddess.

"Goddess, i..." He started but she silenced him with a warm sexy finger on his lips. It smelled of her pussy.

"Follow me slave." She whispered sensuously into his ear. With that she wrapped a perfumed blindfold around his head and ripped off his work clothes. Mike felt crazy with arousal. She led him by the tie through the house and into her room. There lay a large glass box, long enough for him to fit in. She cuffed his hands and pushed him in. There was a small hole cut about crotch height and one at head height for his face. She moved him in front of it and put penis penis through it. Mike felt dread yet excitement, he loved it when she was in control. 

"Close your eyes." Her silvery voice ordered. The blindfold was removed and a pair of stinky panties thrust into his mouth. Mike tasted the stench of her ass and the sting of her pussy juices. 

"I just got off in these panties slave, then i wiped them all up my bum to get them nice and smelly. A mix of pussy juice and ass smell is what you will taste all night!" She hissed sexily. Then she shut the door, the thud alerting Mike. 

"Open your eyes slave." She ordered. 

Mike looked at his surroundings. He was in a very thin glass box on the floor with no room to move. He was crushed up against the front and could not move back. His caged cock stretched out the hole she had threaded it through. His hands cuffed to handles at either side of the box. Heather was behind the box so he couldn't see her. 

Then she strutted out into view, her toned body and legs, her naughty blonde hair, her dazzling face, her luscious ass and perky boobs towering above him. She was the definition of the phrase drop dead gorgeous. Heather leaned forward with the key to his belt in her hand and unlocked it. His tormented dick grew instantly hard, throbbing and standing on end. She eyed it with a sexy grin in her face.

"How does it feel to be free slave? Talk through my panties." She purred, moving in closer to him as if stalking her prey. 

"It feels wonderful Goddess thank you!" He replied in a desperate tone. The smouldering blonde in front of him was driving him mad. She moved in at his response and began to grind her ass on his cock. 

"Will you explode from this slave?" She teased cruelly.

"Probably Goddess." He whined. 

"How long is it since you last had an orgasm?" She turned and looked at him with big green eyes, pawing at his cock with her hands. 

"Um, you captured me last Friday and today is Monday, but i haven't cum since last Wednesday. Five days Goddess." He responded, thinking back through his capture. Heather felt really horny as he explained, particularly when he noted she had captured him.  

"Five days huh? Thats pathetic slave." She sneered, scratching her nails into his aching balls.

"You still have three weeks to go..." She mocked him, pressing her face close to his, only the glass separated their lips. His muscly body literally flat up against the glass, so close yet so far.




Enslaved Ch. 05: Final



She fondled his achey balls with her soft hands, scratching lightly with red painted nails to tease him yet further. She stroke him slowly and lightly in the cruelest most teasing way possible. 

"So do you really think you should cum today slave?" She asked as she teased. 

"I would love to Goddess!" He blurted, it was all too much, her touch, scent, naked body and her dirty underwear clogging up his mouth. He wanted it. Maybe she would be kind. He could only hope.

"I love your honesty slave." She smiled.

"But i love it because it gets you in trouble, and i can punish you." Her sweet smile and voice delivered the harsh words to his ears. He knew it was a risk, and now he faced the consequences.

"Remember the last time you gave me the wrong answer?" She hissed into his ear. 

"It nearly lost you your freedom." She said seriously.

"And you ended up with your head in a toilet, being drowned by my pussy juices." She sniggered yanked her panties out of his mouth and kissed him on the lips, then again, going in for the steamiest most intense kiss Mike had every felt. Then before he knew it, a condom was on his dick and he was inside her. She fucked him as hard as she could, kissing and spitting on his face. Her juicy cunt gripped his cock mercilessly as she rode his throbbing member. Mike was in ecstasy and soon close to cumming. Heather thrusted furiously, growling with pleasure, biting his lower lip, drawing blood as she edged closer to orgasm.

"Do i own you slave?!?! Do i own your life, your cock, your pleasure, your money?" She shrieked as she fucked him.

"Yes its all yours! I am your slave, i worship you Goddess! I give in to you i'm at your mercy!" He cried.

"Fuuccckkk yeah!" She hollered, coming to a breathtaking climax. She spasmed with pure pleasure as her juices soaked his cock and flowed all over the glass. Her pussy quivered with the intensity of the orgasm. She felt so hot and dominant she found it so sexy that he had given in to her. Her mind raced, she owned him and could fuck him up in any way she wanted. He was at her mercy entirely. She had captured and conquered him. She was his Queen. 

Heather pulled off, he hadn't cum yet, and he moaned with desperation. 

"You will now call me Queen." She purred. 

"I am your ruler and everything you do is to please me." Her words made him even hornier. He wanted to release. 

"Queen, please let me cum!" He begged desperately. 

She eyed his throbbing dick with an evil grin.

"I'm going to give you ten strokes, if you cum then your entire salary is mine and you sell your house and give me the money." She said flatly. 

"Do you still want to cum?" The question hung in the air. Heather sat astride Mike who was trapped in the box, totally in control. He was utterly powerless to stop his sizzling Queen from doing anything she anted to him. 

"Yes." He replied in a mix of fear and anticipation.

Heather stroked hard and slow, with a vice like grip on his cock. Her sensual touch, combined with the sight of her stunning boobs and angelic features engulfed him. By the sixth stroke he lost control and orgasmed violently.

"Oh Fuuccckk! Oh Queen thank you! Thank you!" He screamed. Cum shot into the condom and his body spasmed inside his glass bondage. He felt dizzy and exhausted but utterly elated. The pleasure ripped through him. He at last subsided and relaxed.

"Thank you Queen!" He exclaimed. 

Heather's response was to smack his dick and balls, and then squeeze the filthy contents of the condom into his mouth.

"Your welcome slave." She grinned at him, realising how much money she was in for. She also knew she had won. She had totally and utterly taken down and dominated a muscly security guard. She had reduced him to a cum sipping wreck. She had enslaved him.