1 comments/ 58756 views/ 2 favorites Marked By: starky60 Warning! This submission is total fiction and all the characters and events are fictional. If you are under the age of 18 then leave now. part 1 It was a dark and stormy night as Erin falls asleep to the sound of rain hitting the roof of her apartment late at night after a long day at the office. She wakes up and gets into the shower, letting the water run its course. She gets out of the shower and dries off and picks out some cloths for the club. Since its saturday night, she picks out a hot number for this night. She puts on a pair of black fishnet stockings, and then she slowly pulls on her red panties, and snaps on her red bra. She then tops this off with a tight fitting black dress. She looks in the mirror and says, "perfect." Half an hour later she arrives at the club and is bumping and grinding with a hot young guy. After a few dances Erin and her new friend retire to the bar and have a few drinks and start talking. Erin’s friend buys her a drink. Then he says his name is Eric. The two are talking about what turns them on and so forth. Then he plants his lips on hers, while he takes his hand and slowly works his way up Erin’s dress and almost gets to her panties. Then Erin grabs his hand. Erin says, "Get your hands off me, I’m not that kind of girl." Erin says, "Sorry." and she leaves the club for home and crawls into bed and falls asleep soon after. Erin wakes up to the sound of rain, looks at the clock and sleep overtakes her for a few more hours. She gets up to taker a hot shower and gets a hot cup of Java and looks at the morning's paper. She looks into the help wanted ads and finds an ad that catch's her eye. Young Female Movie Stars wanted Unlimited income. Apply at 555 w. Main St. So later that day Erin goes to see about the ad and see if it’s true. She finds were the place is, it is a huge place with some gothic styling to the house. So she goes the front door and rings the bell and the guy on the speaker says to enter. Erin enters into the waiting room and pushes the bell to let them know she was here. Suddenly the room fills with sleeping gas. Our victim tries to cover her mouth but she has breathed in too much gas and falls on the floor. Then the floor starts to shake and the room’s floor is slowly lowered into the basement. Soon 2 masked men pick up our poor girl and they grab her legs and arms. They drag her into another room while she is still asleep from the gas. First they unbutton her mini skirt and pull it off her. Then off comes her shirt. She is left in her black panties and bra. They drag her to a small cell and wait until she awakes from her slumber. Part 2 Finely the gas wears off and our victim slowly gets her bearings... Erin wakes up and opens her eyes and cant see anything due to something over her eyes she tries to remove it. But more problems are found. She can’t even move her arms they seam to be tied down; legs seem to be also. She can feel the chill and notices she half-naked. She is afraid for her life. She doesn't want to think what kind of sick things they might do. She screams out for help... only to get no response. So she falls back asleep and a few hours wakes up again to scream she can hear in the distance. She thinks she may be in some big trouble and there seems there is nothing she can do. Soon she can hear footsteps near her, and then she overhears two guards talking to each other. She can hear them talking about there newest catch how hot she is. Then a third person who tells them to grab the new one and get her ready interrupts them. Erin hears a click, and hears a cell door being opened up. Then hears footsteps getting closer and closer until she can hear someone breathing over her. Then she can feel a hand moving up her leg and goes past her panties. Then feels a cold hand on her left breast. She screams out. She says, "Let Me go, Please don’t hurt me." Masked Man says, "Shut up bitch." Then silence when a gag is stuffed into her mouth to shut her up. She hears four clicks and her hands and feet are free. Then she is forced onto her stomach and her hands are cuffed quickly behind her. The masked men grab Erin by her arms and force her to her feet. They force her to walk into the next room. Erin sees a room full of toys and three men waiting. They remove her gag and Erin tries to cry out but an open mouth gag is forced into her mouth. Erin watches in horror as the men line up in front of her. One by one they unzip their pants and force their cocks into her mouth. By the time their done Erin is covered with cum. Erin watches as one of the bigger guys approaches. He shoves her to the ground and spreads her legs. She cries as he slowly starts to fuck her. He starts to go faster and faster until he cums. Then the next guy takes his place and repeats. Finely they finish up with her. Two females dressed in tight fitting leather bustier and matching skirts come into the room. The men remove Erin’s bonds and gag. They order the girls to take Erin to the showers. The girls carry Erin’s by the arms into the showers. They help her get cleaned up. One of the girls force Erin’s hands behind her back. She quickly cuffs her hands, and forces her onto her knees. One of the girls takes her panties off. Erin cries out. Erin’s says, “Please, don’t do that.” Slave girl says, “Were lesbians, and your fresh meat.” Then the girls grab Erin’s head and force her to eat her new friend. Minutes later their interrupted by a male. Man says, “I told you to clean her up and that’s all, leave her alone.” Girls say, “But!” Man says, “both of you got to the dungeon for your punishment.” Girls say, “yes Master!” Man says, “are you ok Erin?” Erin says, “Yes thank you Sir” Then the man helps Erin up and tells her those two will pay for what they did. He takes her back to her cell. Sits her down and undoes the cuffs. Attaches her leg to a long chain, and then kisses her. He then walks out of the cell and locks the cell door behind him. She lies down and falls asleep until she is awoken. Erin hears a click, and hears a cell door being opened up. Two men walk in and grab Erin’s arms. They take her into the next room. They tie her to a wooden cross. She lowers her head and starts to cry as they shoved her wet panties in her mouth and prep the area. Soon they have a raging fire nearby, Erin can feel the heat from it, and then she sees them put a long iron pole into the fire. She knows what there going to do next. She feels something cold put up against her stomach as they put some kind of liquid on her stomach. She sees them pull the iron rod out of the fire. She tries to brace herself for what is about to follow. She is blindfolded again, and then feels the heat coming from the rod as it gets closer and closer to her. Then the rod contacts the skin and they shove it. She screams into the gag. A helper comes behind her and injects a sleeping potion into Erin's neck. Erin goes out like a light almost instantly. She wakes up an hour and half later in a new cell. She looks around and sees she’s in a small room with no windows, and a large steel door with a few openings. A single bulb in the ceiling lights the Room. She finds that she has lost her panties and bra, and has been replace by a tight fitting leather bustier and matching skirt. She finds that she is free to walk around alittle. There is a leather restraint around her ankle. The restraint is attached to the floor via an 8-foot chain. Erin finds out that she can see, but her hands are cuffed in front. A small door opens on the steel door. Then a small tray of food is placed in the room for her to eat. A voice tells her to eat or she will get harsh punishment. She thinks to herself, "atleast the food looks good,” as she takes the pizza and soda. After she finishes her meal, Erin goes and lies back down and waits until something happens. Hours pass and nothing happens, Erin gets up once in awhile to walk around the small room, then lays back down. Erin finely goes to sleep at 11 p.m. Erin wakes back up and finds the she has her cloths from yesterday and she is lying on a hospital bed, she then cries out for help. Erin cries out, "Help, anyone please." Nurse says, "Your awake." Erin says, "What happened, were am I?" Nurse says, "Relax." as she puts a cold rag on Erin’s head. She says, "A friend of yours brought you in." she says "He said you slipped on some water and hit your head on the coffee table, you've been out for 15 hours now. Erin says, "I must been having a nightmare." Nurse says, "Its ok, would you like to talk about it?" Erin says, "no." Soon Erin checks out of the hospital and goes home, she looks in the mirror and sees a small bump on her forehead, then she takes her dress off and is stunned what she sees. Below her right breast is something that’s been burnt into her skin. Erin scream "this is impossible, if this is here then......" Erin says, “this cant be..” The end? Marked The bed is pushed up against the east-facing window of the small bedroom, so it was no surprise – only an annoyance – that I awoke to sunlight in my face as the bright rays of golden light passed through the narrow gap in the curtains and bombarded my closed eyelids. The sun was shining so brightly already that even before my eyes were open, I practically felt blinded. This was not the first time such an occurrence had been the cause of my unwanted awakening, as evidenced by the quick, deft ease with which my hand reached up and pulled the curtains closer together to at least lessen the intensity of the sunlight upon my face. But I figured that I should at least make a token effort of waking up and getting out of bed to start the day, so I rolled to my back... and was pleasantly surprised to see my girlfriend just returning to the bed, wearing nothing but a smile and a heavy coating of red upon her lips. "You were supposed to stay asleep a little longer," she said with a mock pout, "so I could awaken you in a special way today." "Sorry," I said as she pulled the covers aside and slid into place beside me. "I apparently did not read the memo on that subject." As she pulled the covers back over her, I pulled her against me, allowing her to shift to a comfortable position with her head on my shoulder and a hand gently stroking my chest. For several long minutes, we simply lay together like that, mutually naked under the heavy, warm covers. My girlfriend wrapped in my arms and the bright sunlight no longer shining in my face, all was right with the world, and I began to drift once again into sleep. After the late night at a favorite local club, I definitely needed to sleep a bit longer. However, she had other plans. Pulling down the covers, she exposed my bare chest to the slightly-cool air of the bedroom. She lifted her head, and began to place countless kisses across my chest, occasionally pausing to tug at a nipple with her teeth. It was very quickly quite evident that my body was not going to return to sleep anytime soon, not with such a beautiful young woman seducing me in such an unusual manner, so I simply closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensations. Even before she finally slipped a hand down my body, my manhood was already quite erect. She stroked me gently, tenderly, lovingly, as she continued to kiss me all over my chest, leaving innumerable red imprints of her lips upon my skin. I idly wondered how I looked at that moment with my chest covered in red lip marks, and secretly wished that we could have had a mirror installed above the bed. Eventually, we left the bed for good. Since we typically shower (often together) at night, we got dressed and went out to a favorite French restaurant for breakfast before launching into our previously-laid plans for the day. From time to time throughout the day, I would think about the many red marks upon my chest; covered by my sweatshirt and jacket, they were visible to no one, yet all day long, it seemed as if whenever my girlfriend looked at me, she looked not at my face, but at my chest... and she did not seem at all ashamed of her open stares at the area below my collarbone. "I don't know why you keep staring at my chest," I finally whispered as we waited for the next subway train to arrive and take us back to her apartment. "After all, your chest is much more interesting than mine!!!" After a light dinner, as I finished drying the last of the dishes, my girlfriend disappeared for a moment. When she returned, she held the same color of lipstick in her hand. "Mark me," she pleaded softly. I raised a questioning eyebrow. "You want me to put on lipstick and then kiss you all over your chest, just like you did with me this morning?" I asked for clarification. She nodded, a slight smile curling up the edge of her lips. "You seemed to be even more radiant today, more playful with me when we were out and about today. I believe that the markings upon your chest were in large part responsible for that. I just want to test my theory." "I see." I leaned back against the kitchen wall for a moment, contemplating her request and her theory. "But there was also the element of being out in public today, so just how do you intend we test that aspect?" She thought for a moment. "Perhaps a stroll through the park is also required for this test." Minutes later, I sat on the edge of the bed as she applied the lipstick to me. I had performed in several plays in high school and college, so wearing make-up was definitely not a foreign concept to me. But never had I needed to wear lipstick for a play, and having it applied to heavily gave me mixed feelings. But, for her, I was willing to do anything, including wearing lipstick in public if I was unable to kiss it all away upon her chest. I had her undress for me (and was treated to a sensual strip tease and a brief lap dance) and lay upon the bed. Then I followed her actions from the morning: kissing her chest, using my teeth to tug at her nipples, and lovingly playing between her legs. Some time later, she dressed, and we headed out to the park. The sun had disappeared from the sky when we arrived at the park. With the final rays of daylight retreating to the western horizon, the lamps had all been automatically activated along the park's many footpaths. We strolled arm-in-arm, chatting softly about everything and nothing. And she was right about her theory: She seemed to glow, and her comments were definitely more playful than usual. She laughed more, and seemed even more alive. I do not even know if anyone noticed my painted lips. She was so captivating that if people stared or made comments about "that guy wearing lipstick," I was entirely unaware of them. But what really made that evening stroll all the more special was the simple fact that my girlfriend and I were both marked. Marked I'd been nervous about getting home since I left this morning. Dreading it actually. It was half tempted to find some errand I needed to run, just to stall, delay the inevitable. But I knew what was good for me; keeping you waiting would only make it worse. Now, walking home from campus as slowly as I could justify, I replayed last night's events over and over in my head. We'd made plans with a couple of mutual friends to meet for drinks at the bar just down the street. We'd both gotten home earlier than expected and found ourselves with a surplus of time and no obligations until eight o'clock. After a marathon fuck session we turned to the alarm clock, already ten minutes late. We threw on clothes and I rushed to the bathroom to slap on some makeup and pull my hair back. "Dammit! You marked me!" Looking back now I couldn't believe I'd been so stupid. But the words were out of my mouth before I had a chance to censor myself. I'd been so dismayed to see the bite marks standing out burgundy on my pale neck. We were going to be late and everyone would know why. You stalked into the bathroom. "What did you say?" "Well...it's just... I'm embarrassed. Our friends will know what we were up to. They're going to tease us all night." One look at you and I knew I'd said the wrong thing entirely. "Embarrassed?" You grabbed my chin in one strong hand and pulled my head up roughly, tilting my neck towards the lights above the mirror. "You should relish every opportunity to be reminded of me. But, since you're worried about what our friends will think, we might as well clear things up tonight. You're a little whore and it's time everyone knew it." You'd riffled through my drawers until you'd found my best push-up bra and that purple dress you love so much. The one I normally wear over jeans and a camisole. The plunging neckline garishly displayed an indecent amount of cleavage and the color perfectly accented the bruises that were already darkening across my collarbone and breasts. You'd ordered me out the door in my highest heels, and gaudy makeup. No panties, no stockings. But I knew that this was not even the beginning of your punishment. You'd brooded all evening, only acknowledging my presence to shoot me an angry glare at any attempt to cover myself. You'd made me sleep on the floor last night and you had been gone when I woke up for class. No chance to apologize, and all day to agonize over my stupidity. I knew you'd be waiting for me at home, preparing a fitting punishment. One look at you as I enter the apartment shows me I was right. You are standing rigidly by the door, your arms folded, an impatient scowl on your face. You have obviously been waiting for me, and for too long. You point down the hall to one of our kitchen chairs. It has been moved and is now sitting facing a wall at the end of the corridor leading to the living room. I walk unsteadily there and begin to sit down when I feel you roughly grabbing my hair. You tangle your fingers in between my curls and pull me off the chair and unto the floor. "Get naked, now." As soon as I am undressed you seem to relax. You walk slowly in a circle around me. Appraising what you see, taking mental note it seems. You stand silently in front of me for a moment or two before slowly trailing a finger down my stomach and slipping you hand between my legs. Without warning you twist your hand and I feel two fingers inside me. I am already ridiculously turned on, and you smile. Just as suddenly you pull away, wipe my own wetness across my thigh before forcing my legs apart. You pull a spreader bar from beside the chair and cuff me to it. You bend me over behind the chair and tie my hands to its back. "Not bad" you say admiring my round ass and my glistening pussy. You rub your large hand on my naked ass before drawing it back and smacking me hard. You rub that cheek again and pull back for another slap. Smack. Smack. Smack. Soon I can feel the heat radiating from my ass where your handprint is beginning to glow red. I'm breathing heavily, trying my best not to squirm as you minister to my punished backside. I hear a familiar, musical, beep: the camera turning on. You step back and photograph me, my legs spread wide, my damp cunt, but most importantly the red glow on my left cheek. You turn off the camera and I hear you walk down to the hall to our toy-closet and rummage around. I'm sure you're enjoying keeping me waiting. I hear your heavy steps behind me and then a zing as your cane cuts through the air and lands with a resounding crack against my thighs. "Count," you command. "One," another stroke lands squarely on top of the last "...two..." another painfully accurate blow, I bite my lip "...three..." The next hit is an inch or two lower than the last three "...four..." the next two land in quick succession on top of the fourth "five, six" The last three are a little lower again and I scramble to count them out "seveneightNINE!" I wince, and you give my clit a quick rub, chuckling to yourself. I hear the camera once again as you take a couple close-ups of the three red lines gracing my thighs. Then I feel you press against me, hard cock through your pants. You trace your hand along my slit "God you're wet you little slut!" You fuck me quick and hard your hands slamming my hips back against you with every thrust, digging your fingers into my flesh, leaving bruises there too, I can feel exactly where they'll be. As soon as you finish you strap my collar and leash around my neck and untie me from the chair. But you leave my legs wide, still hooked to the spreader bar. "Follow me." You take my lead and pull me towards the living room, hobbling as fast as I can, trying to keep pace with my ankles locked open like that. I almost fall several times as you jerk the leash. Your cum, mixed with my wetness, is leaking out of me as I totter behind you, drizzling slowly down my thighs. I begin to cry softly, unbelieving that there is still more coming after the pain, and now this humiliation. In the living room you have me stand in front of a full-length mirror that you've set up. You unhook the leash and cuff my hands together, telling me to place them behind my head and stand still. You pull my bangs back from my face and clip them there, unflattering, and I can't fathom why. You reach down and wipe some of the cum off my legs, only to smear it across my mouth with a smirk. "I want you good and dirty for this." You bite my neck hard and pull something out of your pocket. Oh god, a sharpie. You tap one end against your chin as you look me up and down, mulling over all the things to write. "I want you to read them all out to me as I write them," you grin "And any suggestions will help tremendously, might even speed it along. If your lucky." 'Cheap Whore' goes in across my breasts, 'Cumslut', on my stomach. I feel you spell out 'SLAVE' in block letters between my shoulder blades writing slowly so I can still 'read' it to you. 'Bitch, trash, scag, slut.' I read them quickly, my head hanging dejectedly as I list out the worse things you have ever called me. You pause and look over your work. "I thought I asked for suggestions," you stare into my eyes. "Cunt..." I mumble blushing. "What was that?" "Cunt, sir." "Is that how you ask for favours?" You slap me hard across the face. " Please sir," I sniffle, "would you write that I'm a cunt, please?" "Of course my little slut, I would love to mark that on you." You scrawl it on my belly, "Anything else?" "Would you please write fuck toy on me?" You grin and print it across my collarbone, nice and big. Pleased with how it looks you decide to elaborate. 'Fuckhole one', and a nice illustrative arrow go right above my pussy. I feel you label my ass as 'fuckhole two', and then you grab my chin, pull it up and write 'fuckhole three' and an arrow pointing up right on my neck. "It might be turtle necks for a while dear, this is permanent marker." I moan in dismay and you rub my clit gently in consolation, smirking the entire time. "No complaints now, you brought this on yourself." "I'm sorry, sir. Thank you for labeling your whore sir." "That's better, good girl." Soon I am completely covered it your marks. Bites, bruises, strokes and lettering. I take stock of myself in the mirror, completely pathetic. Tear stained cheeks, slurs I begged for covering my body and old cum beginning to dry on my thighs. I'm ashamed to see that I'm already so wet it's dampening again with my own juice, ever so slightly, but I'm sure you've noticed too. You pull out the camera again and take photos of my degradation from all angles and I stand eyes lowered, not even bothering to protest as you snap shot after humiliating shot of my battered, dirty body. When you are done you un-cuff my wrists and ankles. 'Finally,' I think, 'It's finally over.' "Oh dear, I seem to have forgotten my last touch." You grab me by the hair, pull out your sharpie and I feel it mark 'WHORE' right across my forehead. I break down sobbing as you take one last picture. I move to head towards the bed. You grab my wrist. "Not yet you dumb bitch! We've dealt with your little problem about getting marked, but we still haven't addressed the fact that you said you were embarrassed for people to know that I fuck you." You open the door to our balcony and point. By now it's late at night, just late enough for all of the bar goers to be walking home outside our second floor apartment. You bend me over me over our low concrete railing, placing me so my tits are right against the rough surface; by the end my nipples will be rubbed raw. You unzip your pants and pull my hands behind my back holding them there as you slowly enter and begin to fuck my dripping cunt. I wince as my breasts rub against the railing and hope none of the passers by have heard. Thankfully no one has noticed. You thrust hard and send my breasts scraping against the concrete to dangle over the edge, bouncing every time you pound against me. I moan as the cold air hits my sore nipples. "It appears that no one seems to be noticing our little escapade" you grunt "Even with your nice big tits flopping all over like that. Even with you labeled cheap whore." 'Thank God', I think to myself. And then I utter an echoing scream. You've pulled out of my cunt and thrust as hard as you can into my tight, unprepared asshole. Your cock is slick from my pussy but not nearly lubed enough for your immense girth. My scream has finally attracted the attention of a few late-night party-goers. They call out to their friends to stop and watch the show. You continue ravaging my ass mercilessly as you reach forward and rub my aching clit furiously. Moans of pleasure and grunts of pain escape me rhythmically, nothing like a degraded girl groaning in pleasure to get some captivated onlookers. I can feel the tension mounting in my pussy, I can't bear the thought of it but I can't hold back. I can feel you cock twitching in my ass, aching to release. I cum hard, releasing a low shuddering moan, visibly shaking. My knees give out beneath me and I let myself fall against the railing, completely spent. In one deft move you pull out of my poor ass, spin me to the side and come across my face. Spurt after spurt of hot cum dripping down my cheeks, over my lips, pooling on my chin and dropping to my red swollen tits. "What do you say?" you whisper in my ear. I mumble the words, sobbing a little. "Audibly" you command. "Thank you sir." My voice carries well through the night air. Complete silence from the boys bellow. Then, a low whistle, someone begins to clap, a loud catcall. Laughing. You bow ever so slightly. I whimper quietly, I cannot wait to shower, curl up in bed and try to forget this ever happened, at least until the marks confront me tomorrow. I hear you call out across the crowd, although it sounds like your voice is coming from a million miles away. "Thank you gentlemen, it's been so good of you to stay for the show. I think you can read the writing even in this dim light," he gestures with a flourish, "Fucktoy? Cheap Whore? The suite number's 212, and the door's open!" You lean down and whisper in my ear, "This ought to teach you to be grateful to fuck me." You grin and walk into the living room to greet our guests. Marked I am rarely nervous. In spite of that, I found my level of anxiety rising as I approached your house. I had dressed exactly as you had asked, my hair bound up tightly into a chignon, my makeup subtle and tasteful. To anyone driving next to me, I looked ladylike and classic, the sterling silver collar around my neck tied with a black satin ribbon. My beige trench coat was belted tightly at the waist, the bland neutrality of this garment belying the fact that I wore nothing beneath it other than a tight black satin corset and stockings. You had specifically instructed me to leave off panties, so there was nothing in place to absorb the wetness that flowed from me faster and faster as I drew nearer to you. We had never touched before that day. We had talked and laughed and shared parts of ourselves, circling each other in the age old way of men and women; our mating ritual had its own lyrics, but the cadence was written long ago, in a thousand other places. I should have been frightened, I was deliberately putting myself into the hands of a relative stranger, with the express and stated intention of letting you take possession of my flesh, but I was not frightened. We had been very clear with each other about the type of relationship we were both seeking, and what we were seeking was not "vanilla" in the least. I have considered myself a sexual submissive for most of my life, and you came to an awareness of your sexual dominance at an early age as well. The fact that we found each other seemed unbelievable to both of us at first; two people with demanding professional lives and neutral public personas, both of whom harbored sexual secrets that many would see as dark and depraved. The fact that we shared so many other passions made the whole thing seem improbable and almost too good to be true. In any case, here I was, driving toward you, prepared to offer you myself without reservation. I pulled up in front of your house and sat still for a moment. I commanded my heart to slow its rhythm, looking at myself one last time in the mirror, my hazel eyes wide and bemused, my throat looking long and victim like in the collar that encircled it. I squared my shoulders and stepped out of the car, slamming the door and striding purposefully to your door. I may be a submissive, but I am not a coward. My hand was raised to knock when the door opened and there you were. We stood staring at each other unsmiling and silent for a moment, taking each other in. The inevitability of it swept over me, and the last of my anxiety slid away as you pulled me inside. Wordlessly, you turned me to face you, your hand running over my collarbone, lightly fingering the collar at my throat. Holding my gaze steadily, you reached down to the belt on my coat and untied it. The fabric slid open, exposing my nearly bare flesh in its black satin wrapping. You slid the coat from my shoulders and let it slide to the floor. I stood there proudly, letting you take me in, refusing to feel intimidated by the intensity of your gaze. You smiled at me knowingly then, sensing the challenge in my silent composure. Without warning, you reached down and grasped my wrist, spinning me around and pulling me against you. I felt your breath on the back of my neck, and the firm pressure of your hands sliding over my body, touching me everywhere with impunity, from my breasts to my cunt, your fingers idly exploring me there finding me already hot and wet. I blushed with shame at my bodies' betrayal, the way that it flaunted my lust for you against my will. You laughed softly into my ear as though you could sense my discomfort. You let go of me for a moment, and I was aware of you reaching for something. I willed myself to stay still and silent, even though my body was trembling violently in spite of my best efforts to remain composed. I felt the smoothness of a rope against my wrists, and I gasped as you bound me fast with it, my arms pulled together tightly behind me with my hands clasped to the opposite elbows, and I felt the first tiny lancet of fear slide into my belly. You forced me to my knees at that point, my legs spread a bit wider than was comfortable on the rug. I stared at the fire in front of me and tried to steady myself inwardly and outwardly. In spite of my rising fear, I was viciously aroused, my nipples feeling hard and sensitive against the black satin of my corset, my pussy dripping shamelessly, my arousal heightened by the fact that I could feel you behind me, looking at me bound and helpless before you. You pushed me forward onto the ottoman in front of the fire; my ass now spread wide before you, my cunt exposing its flowering secrets to your eyes. You caressed me from the back of my neck down to the rounding of my ass, and I began to tremble even more. I felt your lips against me for the first time, tracing the same path that your hand had taken down my spine. My back arched slightly and a soft moan escaped me. "Shhhhh," you whispered soothingly, and I fell silent again. I realized that this was the first thing that you had said to me since I had walked in, but somehow, words seemed unnecessary at this point, even though we are two people who generally have a great deal to say. I felt your hand at my sex again, your fingers exploring me, kneading my tender flesh with just the barest shade of roughness. I kept silent, but my hips began to undulate slightly against the soft leather of the ottoman, my cunt growing wetter as you slid three fingers in and out of me slowly, teasingly. I was becoming lost in the rhythm of your fingers within me when your other hand came down forcefully on my ass, the stinging slap jolting me out of the sensual reverie that I had begun to slide into. You slid your fingers out of me then and began to spank my ass in earnest then, the blows gathering in intensity as you warmed to the task. I writhed against my bonds trying to squirm away from the stinging blows, but the more I twisted, the harder you struck me. I felt my eyes welling up with tears, but I refused to cry out. I had begun to become steeled to the onslaught when you abruptly stopped and moved away from me. I could hear the sound of your zipper and the soft sound of fabric hitting the floor as you undressed behind me. I lay against the ottoman with my eyes tightly closed, my heart racing. I felt your hands in my hair then, sliding out the pins and pulling it free from its elaborate upsweep. You yanked my head up by my hair then, and dropping to your knees behind me, thrust into my pussy violently. You rode me hard, one hand tight in my hair the other gripping my hip as you pounded into me. I closed my eyes, lost in the sensation of feeling you penetrate me for the first time, and before I was really aware of its approach, an orgasm shook me from head to toe. I felt your awareness of this in the slight change in your tempo, and after the last spasm shook through me, you whispered softly into my ear "You didn't ask permission to cum, bitch." I said nothing, my mind and body still reeling from the intensity of my release. The hand that had been wrapped in my hair slid down to my throat, your finger wrapping in the links of my silver collar, pulling me back toward you with it, choking me just enough to widen my eyes and bring back the tinge of fear that had vanished with the pleasure of cumming. "There are rules, bitch, you know that." "Y-yes sir," I whispered softly. You slid out of me then and without preparing me at all you thrust deeply into my ass, burying your cock in me to the hilt. I cried out involuntarily; my ass was nearly virgin territory, and the pain was sharp and intense. My cry did nothing to slow your movements or your violence; you impaled me deeply and fast, allowing me no opportunity to adjust, simply using me for your own pleasure while ignoring my soft whimpers. I began to become accustomed to the feeling of being stretched and ravaged anally when I felt a sharp scalding pain on my bare upper back. I had not even really noticed the candle burning on the small table next to the ottoman, but I realized now that you were dripping its fragrant wax slowly onto the portion of my back which was not protected by the satin cloth. I began to struggle against you and the ropes in earnest then, the intensity of sensation becoming too much for me to take. Tears flowed from my eyes, but in spite of it all, I felt myself rushing toward another orgasm. This time I remembered to ask --"Please let me cum sir..." "Yes," you groaned, and I felt you thrust deeper still and I was aware of you cumming deep in my ass at nearly the same moment that I did. After a moment you slid out of me again, and I felt you untying the ropes. You rubbed my bruised wrists softly and then turned me around to face you, still on my knees. I looked up at you questioningly. We had discussed many things in great detail before this first meeting, and I was silently hoping that you were not about to force me to clean you orally after your last assault; you knew that this was a squeamish point for me. You stood looking at me with amusement for a few minutes, allowing my anxiety to grow as I wondered whether or not you were going to expect this of me. Finally, you reached for my hair again and led me on my hands and knees out of the room. We made our way slowly to the doorway of the bathroom, and once there, you pulled me to my feet. You turned me around and unfastened my corset allowing me to step out of my stockings and heels, then pulled me into the shower and turned it on, silently handing me soap and a washcloth. I set myself to the task of washing you gently, running my hands over you and taking in my first opportunity to learn and explore your flesh. When I was finished, you turned off the water and looked into my eyes searchingly. I smiled at you for the first time, and you smiled back at me. With a gentle but firm pressure you pushed me onto my knees before you, holding my gaze the entire time. I moaned softly when I felt the first stream of your hot piss on my flesh, bathing my breasts and belly with your warmth. I felt myself flush with the ardor of the moment, and I grew slick and wet with arousal again. As your flow slowed you held your cock to my lips and I looked into your eyes again as the last salty drops of your piss dripped onto my tongue. I closed my eyes and took you into my mouth sucking you back to hardness, feeling the pleasure of it with you, my mind and body lost in sub-space. You fucked my throat faster and then came for a second time, filling my mouth with another private liquid offering. You pulled me back to my feet and held me against you, turning the water back on to flow over us both as we stood under the mist. "Now you're marked," you whispered into my hair. I smiled to myself, knowing it to be true... Marked Part 1 The Pub I'd been telling you about some of the things I used to do with other girls, stuff that I knew would turn you on. Stuff they'd made me do to them, stuff I'd made them do. I asked if you wanted another drink, and turned to go to the bar. You said no, take me home, do some of those things to me tonight. Use me tonight. I'd told you to take your knickers off before getting into the car. You disappeared into the toilets and I thought about what I'd do to you tonight. I couldn't wait. ******************************* Part 2 The Drive We got in my car and drove back to yours. I had my fingers up inside you most of the way. It was getting dark. There was little traffic in the country lanes. Not that I'd have stopped anyway. You leaned back against the car seat. Eyes almost closed. Face flushed. Legs slightly parted. Just loving it. ******************************* Part 3 The Bedroom We went straight into your room. I said those seven magic words you'd got so used to hearing On your back and spread your legs. You said It's my turn tonight. I knew what that meant. I took my clothes off. Got on the bed. My thick cock was swollen and hard. I wanted you so much. You climbed on top of me. You put your hands under the pillow, and using the dressing gown belt you'd left there this morning, started tying my hands together, behind my head, wrapping the length round the back of the bed head. I pretended to put up a struggle. I loved this. You tied me tight. I knew I could escape. You undressed. I loved to see your soft body, picturing what I would do to it. How I would use it, abuse it, mark it, claim it. You climbed on top of me. You opened your legs, and came down towards me, allowing just the tip of my erection to push slightly into you. You raised yourself up again, and my angry cock was left in empty space, desperately trying to reach back up to you. You kept doing this. Again and again. It drove me mad. I knew I could break free of the bonds if I really tried, but I also knew how much you loved having this control over me. After all the times I'd had control over you. I wanted to grab your shoulders, and pull you down hard onto me. I wanted to pull you down so I could reach your soft breasts with my hands, and get at them, maul them, mark them.... You kept teasing, but I knew you couldn't hold out much longer. I'd untied myself ages ago; I just wanted to wait for the right time. Suddenly I could stand it no more. You were hovering over me again, just about on me, my cock just pushing a little past you, half an inch or so of me inside you. You were wet and ready, but started pulling back off me again -- I suddenly broke free of the bonds and slapped my hands onto your shoulders. I forced you down onto me, my cock ramming straight up into you, deeply embedded inside you. You let out a gasp, part surprise, part pain, part pleasure. I took over now. I raised my hips and thighs so you were pushed onto my chest, face to face now, my cock pumping into you in strong, powerful thrusts. I put my mouth to your ear and told you about all the things I had planned for you tonight, all the things I was going to do to you to punish you for denying me for so long. I told you I was going to spank you hard, tie you tight, fuck your face, prevent you from coming. Anything I could think of to turn you on more. You were coming, I could see it in your face and hear it in your breathing. You started to whisper Yes. Fuck me. Harder. Harder. Fuck me harder. I said No, don't forget what we talked about in the pub. And you remembered and started saying Stop. Please stop. You're hurting me. It's not fair. You're too wide. Stop. I don't want to. I loved this. I was pleased you'd remembered. I fucked you even harder until we both came, pretty much together, and afterwards lay on our backs exhausted, talking about what we'd just done, discussing what we'd enjoyed the most. ************************** Part 4 The Morning Before I left, I made you kneel on the bed, right on the edge, but facing towards the middle of the bed. You put your hands together on the bed and I tied them tightly with my belt. I stood by the bed, directly behind you, my cock inches away from your bottom. I stood behind you, and pushed up into your. You were the perfect height, kneeling there in front of me. I fucked you slowly, building up the pace, slapping your bottom with my right hand, lightly at first, aiming for the same spot. I built up the pace, and started hitting you harder, fucking you harder. Treating you rougher. You were crying out, you were loving it, telling me to hit you harder, to fuck you quicker. The sound of my palm spanking your bottom reverberated round the room. I'd always wanted to do this to you, ever since I first saw you I think, and it is one of my favourite things... After I'd emptied myself into you again, I untied you, and noticed how your buttocks and upper thighs were red and bruised, with my hand marks all over the place. In some places I reckoned you'd be marked for days. I wondered how you'd explain that to your boyfriend.... ******************* THE END ******************* Marked Cale stood in the thick woods in complete darkness; his breathing was rapid and his hands were visible shaking as he eyed his destination. He had to do something tonight that he felt he was going to hell for. Yet, he didn't have a choice. He knew his intentions were good in the end, but he couldn't get past the fact he was about to do something he felt a man should never do. A voice growled in the back of his head, forcing his legs to move as he approached the tiny houses front door. __ Alora sat curled up against the side of the couch, her legs tucked beneath her. She was flipping through the channels mindlessly not knowing what to do on her first night of her parent free week. She had her light brown hair that was streaked with natural blonde highlight in a bun on top of her head, but pulled it down in frustration as she continued to flip through some movie channels. Putting her hair up always gave her headaches, on account of the weight of it. Her hair hung halfway to her waist. She let out a groan of relief as soft beach-y waves fell onto her shoulders. With a huff she stood up and dropped the remote to the couch. That same second a knock broke the silence in the house and she jumped in fright. She took a deep breath before she was able to make her way over to a window and peak out at her visitor. Why was he here? She padded bare foot down the tiny wood floored hallway and with one swift movement she unlocked and opened the door. "Cale?" She asked unbelieving. Standing in front of her was her grade school crush, Cale Cesa. He had always been gorgeous, but now his body seemed to have finally caught up with his face. He stood easily at 6'2 with broad shoulders that dropped into a thin waist and that deep olive skin tone that she had always admired. "Did you parents send you here to check on me or something?" She smiled. Cale and Alora's parents have been friends since high school. She was actually quite close with Cale at a point, but as he got older he never came with his parent over to her house anymore and his parent's stared making up excuses for his absences. In fact this was the first time she had seen him in years. Yet, he still had those piercing light blue eyes that always seemed to cut into her. "Something like that." He stated not smiling back. Alora had always been beautiful, but she had seemed to finally blossom into a woman. Even in her rolled track pants and white tank top he could see it. He was going to hell. "Well, I guess come in." She mumbled as he pushed past in her into her families two bedroom cottage. She watched him walk away down the hallway with an eyebrow raised. What the hell did he want? "How did you get here?" She asked finally, following him down the hallway. "I walked." He answered plainly beginning to move about her house. "But, you live five miles away." She objected following him. "I needed my exercise for the day." He said continuing to eye around her house, his back to her. "Are you going to tell me why your here anytime soon?" She asked stopping and walking back into the living room. "I really wish I could tell you, but I'm not allowed." He mumbled a hint of venom in his voice as he followed her this time. "I'll just have to show you. " He caught her dark brown eyes in his gaze. They just stood there eyes locked for several moments before Alora finally realized the danger she was in. She darted like a wild cat toward the front door. Even he didn't expect how quickly she moved. She didn't know what he was going to do to her, but something deep inside her told her to run. That was all she had as she threw open the front door and sprinted into the darkness. He was big and she knew she wouldn't win fighting him. That was the only thought in her mind as she burst into the woods. He chased after her at half speed, but he couldn't believe it as she ran directly into the woods. His turf. Yet, he was not the one to fear in those woods. Alora weaved through the trees and trampled through the thick underbrush; directly into a naked Jason Jenla. She let out a startled scream as a large hand clamped down over her mouth. He spun her around easily and pinned her wrists with his other hand and he began pushing her back toward the direction of Cale. Why the fuck was Jason naked in the woods beside her house?! She had actually been best friend with him in elementary school. Yet, he was no longer that tan skinned little boy. He was that tanned skin muscular man. She screamed into his hand and squirmed in his tight grip, but she was going nowhere as they quickly approached Cale who was standing at the wood's edge solemn. It was dark, but even she could see the look of anguish on his beautiful face. "Stop playing and just do it." Jason suddenly said breaking the silence throwing her into Cale. For a split second she found her fingers hooking into his shirt as if he was going to protect her. "There has to be some other way." Cale whispered his fingers around her waist holding her to him. "You know you don't have a choice. It was an order." Cale growled lowly before he easily picked Alora up. She began trembling involuntarily as he took long stride back toward the house. "What are you going to do to me?" She asked in barely a whisper. "I promise to do my best not to hurt you." He answered eyes glued straight ahead. "I'll explain everything as soon as I can." He took her back through the house kicking the door shut behind him. On memory he found her bedroom easily. He had lain on those wood floors many times before playing any board game Alora wanted. He laid her body gently onto her soft bed and quickly covered it with his. "No." She stated. "You can't be doing this to me." She looked up at him eyes wide and shining as she realized what was going on. "I'm sorry." He whispered. His lips pressed to hers tenderly as she moaned in distress. Slowly he deepened the kiss nibbling at her soft lower lip trying to get her to respond. He pulled away suddenly and found himself looking down upon a crying girl. She just laid their eyes and lips tightly closed with tears rolling down her cheeks. He couldn't do this! Yet, he was stuck he had to or it would be Jason and he wouldn't be so gentle. Jason was his best friend and very strong, yet he lacked compassion. "Alora," He said. "Look at me." Her eyes opened slowly and she stared up at him her eyes glassy. "I can't tell you much, but if I don't do this it'll be Jason." With the pad of his thumbs he wiped away the tears and kissed her again this time gently. He simply set his lips on hers, putting the ball in her court. She reacted. Slow and tentatively she kissed him. Suddenly he broke the kiss and began planting soft shallow kissed in her lips every few seconds. Soon she was lifting her head to meet his soft kisses. She groaned in frustration as her arms wrapped themselves around his neck forcing him to kiss her the way she wanted. Alora couldn't believe what her body was doing! It was betraying her. His smell was taunting her. He smelled like the woods after a rain shower and the scent encased her, filling her senses. His hand moved beneath her back and pressed her up into him. This was not going the way he expected at all. She was reacting to him he could feel and smell it. His wolf growled in his mind urging him to hurry up and do his duty, but his other hated that order and intended on taking as much time as he wanted before he completed it. She felt like a slut as her fingers came up and laced themselves in his dark brown hair. It was perfect length for her to get a hold of it. He no longer had to push her body into his. Alora arched herself into him. She swore he was doing things to her that she had never experienced with complete ease. His lips moved from hers to trail slow, soft kissed down the side of her neck. A shiver ran down her spine and goose bumps rose across her skin as she muffled a groan caused by his teasing kisses. Her hands had a mind of their own as they reached behind him and gripped the hem of his black t-shirt pulling it up. Cale chuckled as he assisted her by pulling it completely off. Even in her mostly dark room only illuminated by the light streaming in from the living room she could see that he was pure muscle. She ran her hands down his chest and over the light bumps of his abs as she feasted on the sight of him. Suddenly he came down upon her again capturing her lips with his. As quickly as he kissed her he flipped them over never breaking the kiss. Now she was on top and had all the control. Alora broke the kiss only to look back down at him and move for another small peck. She looked down upon him again and smiled a devious smile, and then a simple wink. In the second he was alone in that tiny bedroom. He watched in complete astonishment as she took off running through the living room. She had tricked him. His wolf reared up as his chase instinct took over, yet he wouldn't allow it to the surface. He jumped from the bed and took off at a super human speed. He was done with these games. "Alora!" He roared chasing her around the living room like a small child, but he was quickly gaining. "You're really starting to anger me." He warned. She quickly got him on one side of the couch and her on the other. "Ha!" She laughed. "You really thought I was stupid. I thought you knew me better." She jerked to the right and then to the left keeping him on his toes. "I don't know why the fuck you're trying to rape me and Jason is in my woods naked! But, I do know I won't go out without a fight." Alora almost felt a little guilty tricking him like that. He stood there shirtless, cheeks pink, and an obvious bulge in the front of his jeans. Yet, she had tried running and crying, trickery was what worked. Through all the trickery Alora had tried on him he didn't even expect what happened next. All of a sudden her face twisted into a hard expression and she ran at him. Through all of her momentum and pure strength she managed to knock him into the living room wall. Yet, she didn't stop there. Her fists rained attacks down on his chest and stomach. Finally he realized what was going on and captured her two small fists into his much larger ones. Cale had to admit the locations of her multiple blows hurt. A look of pure rage washed over her pretty face, but it wasn't seconds later before she kicked him directly in the groin. Now a look of pain came over his face, but he didn't fall or release her fists. He stared at her a look of rage on his face also. With quick and precise movements he spun her around until she was pressed against the living room wall both her arms pinned above her rendering her vulnerable. "You don't understand what happens when you get me angry." He growled barely using a human voice as he slid his lips down the side of her neck. The fear was evident in her face now as he moved to look her in the eye. She knew she had pushed him to that edge. Believe me she knew that edge well, she had been his best friend was nearly twelve years. Yet, this wasn't a game of play wrestling or hide-n-seek. This was not a game at all and he wanted to have sex with her. She didn't know why, but she was becoming scared. His lips returned to her neck. "I'll call the police!" Alora shouted out desperately as she stared up at the ceiling as he mercilessly found all the sensitive spots on her neck. "No you won't." He replied simply. "Ye-"Her rebuttal was captured by his lips. She grunted into his mouth as Cale forced himself upon her again. Fuck, it was happening again. No! She couldn't let him just kiss her and make her all, all good feeling. Oh god, yes she could. He released her wrists. Finally her fingers were able to tangle themselves in that dark brown hair again. She moaned into his mouth as ever little nibble at her bottom lip scent a tingle down her spine. Cale's hands moved down easily lifting her legs up and wrapping them around his waist. She couldn't get enough of the feel of his hard muscled body against her own. He began moving again back toward the direction of her bedroom as he never broke their kiss. Yet, she did as he laid her back on the bed and covered her body with his. "If you're gonna rape me just hurry up all ready." She said breathlessly. "No." He whispered sliding his lips down the side of her neck once again. His fingers gripped the hem of her tank top and quickly slid it over her head. The way his eyes light blue eyes roved over her body made her want to crawl into a hole and die. Unconsciously her hands moved to cover her cleavage and black lace bra. Yet, his hands caught hers and pulled her up to a sitting position with him. Now she literally sat in his lap her legs wrapped around him. Cupping her cheek in the palm of his hand you slowly moved to kiss her again. When their lips met he pulled away just a little bit, but he moved to kiss her again with all the passion he possessed. Alora moaned into his mouth as his hand wrapped around her waist and pressed them together completely. With his hands behind her he took the opportunity to easily unhook her bra. She made a small sound as the straps slid from her shoulders, but that was it. He nearly threw her bra across the room without taking his lips off of hers. He moved and slowly laid her back down onto her back and covered her naked half with his. Cale's lips trailed from her lips and down to her neck. Slowly nibbling and sucking at her exposed flesh he made his way to her breasts. Completely merciless he sought out her left nipple and flicked the tiny pink nub with the tip of his tongue. She groaned lowly and her hand fisted in his hair. He was playing her like a musical instrument as he alternated sucking and nibbling lightly to see what gave the loudest reactions. Moving to the next breast he molded the now lonely one in his hand, it was a perfect fit to his palm. He took even more time on this nipple. "Please.." She begged breathlessly. "Please, what?" He asked lifting his head and an eyebrow as he looked up at her. Her eyes were tightly shut. "Please, just hurry up." He laughed. "As you wish." Instantly his lips were back on her trailing downward this time. He stopped to twirl his tongue around her bellybutton, but this time hurried his pace. Before he knew it his lips were brushing her black track pants. With fingers hooked on the waistband he pulled them completely off and threw them in the direction of her bra. The second her smell hit him his beast reared up. It clawed at its cage harder than he had ever experienced before. He lost all control of his body as his fingers looped in her black lace panties and he literally ripped them clean off. The most horrible part of it was that Alora couldn't care less. She was far past the point of no return and he had brought her there mercilessly. He pushed the animal back down and began to plant tiny kisses between her legs, around her lips, and her inner thighs. She moaned and wiggled trying to get his lips to brush something that would bring her some relief. Finally his tongue sought out her clit. He flicked his tongue over the little engorged bud and her hips bucked violently. With both arms hooked around her thighs now he gave her what she wanted. His tongue swirled, licked, and tortured her until she was nearly screaming his name in ecstasy. Releasing one leg he used her free hand to slide his middle finger inside of her and then another. She groaned and bucked up again trying to get his fingers to find a certain little spot. And then they did. Alora bit her lip and her inner muscles contracted around his fingers and her entire bottom half quivered and shook. With now wide open eyes she met Cale's eyes as he took the fingers that had been inside of her and brought them into his mouth and licked them clean. There was something so sexy about that and the look in his eyes made a shiver travel down her spine. She reached down and pulled him up her body by his hair and pressed her lips to his. She broke this kiss suddenly and her lips wandered to his ear. "Make love to me." She whispered ever so softly as she reached down and unbuttoned his jeans. He didn't say a word as he stood up and pulled off his jeans and boxers in one fluid motion. Alora didn't run instead she laid there enjoying the sight of his hard muscled body and then she watched as he tore open a condom and slid it onto himself. His penis had to be nearly eight inches as he crawled back over her body. It was nice, but it was the only thing she was a little afraid of. She'd only slept with one guy her entire life and his was significantly smaller. He settled himself between her legs and bent down one last time to lay a soft and gentle kiss on her lips. Then, he slowly pressed the head of his penis into her. He moved extra slow and gently as she stretched around him. It hurt, but she was so hot and wet he slid in without resistance. It felt like forever, but he finally slid completely in. Then, she grabbed him and pulled him back down and attacked his lips with her own. She held him there for a while massaging his penis with her inner muscles, torturing him like he had her. Then, she began to move on him as all the pain melted away. He couldn't handle it anymore and he pulled out just a little and then back in as he never missed a beat with his lips on hers. She moaned into his mouth every time he entered her, the head of his penis bump against that spot every single time. Alora was getting past that point again. She broke the kiss. "Faster." She moaned throwing her head back and reaching between them to massage her clit. She getting close again and he didn't think he could last through her orgasm. So, he sped up a little and took his time taking deep stroked, prolonging her pleasure. He stared down at her as she let loose. "Oh god," She nearly shouted, she was almost there. Yet, he was milking her for all the moans and groans she was worth. Her exboyfriend had never given her more than one orgasm and sometimes not even that. Cale swatted her hand away from her clit suddenly and pressed his thumb into it and rubbed back and forth hard and fast. That was it. She stiffened beneath him and then her pussy contracted around his cock. He gritted his teeth to try to control himself, but he couldn't. He growled lowly and that was it. Buried to the hilt in her he lowered himself back down and onto her. The second he was in reach she kissed him again enjoying the aftershocks of her orgasm. Then, she broke it to catch her breath. They just laid there for a few minutes absorbing what just happened. As he grew soft he slid out of her and onto his back beside her. Cale reached over for her and pulled her close savoring the smell of her delicious soft skin. His animal side was subdued and he was tired. The next thing he knew she was breathing softly with her head resting on his chest and the world drifted away. Marked and Off-Limits Slowly he unbuttoned her blouse. He stood behind her and she could feel his body pressed against hers. When he finished the last button, her shirt dropped to the floor and she thought he would quickly undo her bra so he could get his hands on her breasts. But he didn't. To her surprise he moved her hair and slowly kissed her throat and her neck and her ear. Shivers went up and down her spine and she moaned softly. He continued to kiss her neck and her back and down her arms. With his fingers, he gently rubbed her sides and her belly. She was tingling and warm all over, but she wanted this to move faster. She reached her arms back and pulled his face to hers. They kissed deeply over her left shoulder. Without taking her lips from his, she reached down and unzipped her skirt and let it fall. She stepped out of it and turned around to face him. She put her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply. His hands worked their way down her back and onto her ass. She lifted one leg and invited his hand to go exploring. He accepted her invitation and slipped his hand between her legs. With his fingers he gently stroked her pussy and her rose bud. Instantly she was wet. With one hand she reached for his cock. She already knew he was hard and she stroked him through his pants. He lost his concentration and moaned. His hands stopped as if he was paralyzed. She quickly unbuttoned him and pulled his cock all the way out. Using her fingernails she gently teased his balls and with the palm of her other hand caressed his cock. He moaned and his breathing was ragged. He pulled his shirt off and stepped out of his pants. She could see the slightest bit of perspiration on his arms and chest. She knew she was making him crazy. But just when she thought she had him in control, he picked her up and walked to the bedroom. Their mouths were still passionately exploring one another and she locked her legs around his waist while he carried her. When they reached the bed, he dropped her on her back. He fell on top of her, but he caught his weight and stopped just above her. They kissed each other's mouths, faces, and necks passionately. Her hands caressed his ass and his back and his legs. He slipped from her grasp and began working his way down her belly, kissing every part of her. She wondered why he still hadn't made a move for her bra or panties, but she was loving the attention he was giving her nonetheless. She loved the way he kissed her belly and her sides, hoping that he wasn't stopping anytime soon. When he reached her panties, he pulled them off without hesitation. He paused and breathed deeply through his nose. The aroma of her sweating pussy was intoxicating. He breathed and moaned and breathed and moaned. When she couldn't stand it, she pulled her knees up and opened her legs. Finally he kissed her pussy, gently, and softly before plunging his tongue deep inside of her. She grabbed the sides of his head to guide him where she wanted, but he needed no guiding. He knew just where to go. Quickly he found her swelling clitoris, flicking at it with his tongue. He was like a madman as he lapped and sucked. "Oh fuck," she said in desperation, uttering the first words either of them had said since they started. She sat up and quickly undid her bra. Her breasts fell free and she said, "I want your hands on my tits." Happily he obliged. With his tongue working magic on her pussy and his hands working magic on her nipples, she felt a monster begin to growl deep inside of her. Waves of pleasure began to emanate out from her pussy to every inch of her body. She cried out loud breathlessly, falling back on the bed. She arched her back and grabbed the sheets with her hands. Another attack swept over her. He was relentless, never stopping, as she groaned in pleasure and ecstasy. When the third wave hit, she grabbed his hands and they intertwined fingers. She squeezed so hard she thought his fingers would come off, but he didn't flinch. After a fourth and fifth wave of pleasure assaulted her, she couldn't take it anymore and rolled over on her side. She was out of breath and covered in sweat. He looked up puzzled. "You okay, baby?" he asked trenderly. "Yeah," was all she could muster. She was breathing and sweating like she had just run with the bulls of Pamplona. She couldn't move, but she reached out for his hand. He grabbed it, but he was now kissing her ass and working his way up her side. Soon he was behind her and he spooned with her. He kissed her neck and her cheeks and thought she was asleep, but could tell that she was just in a state of bliss. He smiled, happy with himself for what he had done. After another minute or so, she reached her hand behind her and grabbed his still-hard cock. "Well, are you just going to lay there, or are you going to fuck me?" She lifted her top leg and pulled his cock toward her pussy. He laughed. "That's my girl." In one smooth motion, he slid his cock into her seeping pussy and began thrusting: slowly two or three times, then fast two or three times. He knew this was her favorite way to be fucked and he had mastered it. Within minutes, she was grabbing the sheets and moaning again. As wave number whatever (she had lost count by now) crashed over her she moaned like she was going to die. Once again, he was relentless. Wanting him to finally have a turn, she rolled over onto her back. She said, "I want that tongue" as she pulled his face toward hers. He obliged and while they kissed deeply, he reinserted his cock and continued thrusting into her pussy. They matched each other's rhythm and they each felt their orgasms rising. She knew she was going to come again, but she wanted him to, so she focused on getting him there. His breathing was beginning to get ragged again. He lifted himself up on his hands and adjusted his hips so he could hit just the right angle. He was pounding her now like a drill hammer. She loved it when he fucked her like this because she knew it made him feel so good. She raised up on her elbows and wrapped one leg over his back. "Oh, yes baby, fuck me," she said knowing how much he liked her to say that. Her head fell back and her hair dangled onto the sheets. It took all her concentration to keep another orgasm from taking over. She wanted him to have his and wanted to pleasure him all the way through it and not be distracted. He began to cry out. His back was beginning to arch and he stopped thrusting. His cock was deep inside of her, wrapped in the warmth of her pussy, right where he wanted to be. But seconds before he was going to come, she had an idea. She begged, "Baby, come on my tits. Please. I want you to come on my tits." With a quick adjustment, he pulled out and pointed his cock at her beautiful tits (realizing for the first time that he hadn't even sucked on them once!). Streams of white cum shot from his dick, and he covered her belly, her breasts, areolas, nipples, and even part of her chin. He cried out in agony as he emptied himself onto her. When he was done, he fell to his side. Now he was frozen and couldn't move. He was breathing hard and looked like he had just finished running with the bulls. For several minutes she just watched him. She could see beads of sweat all over him. He was so beautiful and handsome, she thought. She was so glad to be his wife and felt lucky to have a husband like him. She looked down at the glistening fluid on her chest and rubbed it all over herself like lotion, from her belly button to her collar bones, making sure that every inch of her chest—but especially her tits—were covered with his semen. When he finally got his breath a few minutes later, he said to her, "Why did you want me to come on you like that? Now you'll just need to take a bath again to get that off of you. We're going to be late." "Well that's just it. I'm not taking a bath. You see, I want your come to dry on me." "What?" he said raising his head, looking at her chest. "Why do you want that?" "When we're at the party tonight, and men start looking at me the way they do when they've had a few drinks, I want them to know that I am taken." "How are they going to know that? Are you're going to tell them you're covered with my cum?" "No, silly. Just like a dog knows when he's in territory that has been marked by another dog, they'll know I am taken." "You really think they will? That somehow they'll be able to smell it?" "Sure they will. They may not know it consciously, but they'll know it subconsciously. Something will tell them that I am marked and off limits." "That's crazy," he said smiling. "Do you ever stop being an anthropologist?" he said as he rolled over to get up. Later that night, after having watched from afar for hours as she mingled with male graduate students and faculty, and men from several charities, endowments, and government agencies, he was amazed to see that she was right. Although she was a knockout tonight and looked more spectacular than ever, not one man had hit on her or had done anything even remotely close to making a pass at her. Knowing that she had a Phd. in Anthropology and would soon be department chair made him so happy. But more so, knowing that this beautiful woman was his, and his alone, and that every man in the room, whether they were conscious of it or not, knew she was off-limits made him even happier. For the rest of the evening, as he talked to the little old ladies who sat on the boards of the charities and endowments, to and to other female faculty members, he had to keep adjusting himself to make sure his throbbing cock didn't turn into an erection because all he could think about was how bad he wanted to get his wife back home so he could fuck the daylights out of her.