9 comments/ 38932 views/ 18 favorites A Noble Sacrifice By: DictionDoctor "In this arid wilderness of steel and stone I raise up my voice that you may hear. To the East and to the West I beckon. To the North and to the South I show a sign proclaiming: Death to the weakling, wealth to the strong!" –Anton LaVey Chapter one I hated December. That was all I could remember of that night, the fact that I hated December in Chicago so much. The wind whipped torrents of frosted air straight through me, it was like someone turned on the air condtioning inside of my body. I had tugged my leather jacket tightly around myself, trying to stay as warm as I possibly could during the long walk to my car. My job at Rafel's, Chicago's #1 Italian dive, required me to wear heels. High heels. Walking around all day, showing families of seven to their tables and watching their five kids shove crayons up their nose, had drained me completely and I wasn't trying to focus on anything but just reaching my piece of shit car, so I can spend half a day's pay in gas to get to my dump of an apartment, and pass out alone on my bed. It was hard to be positive. Deep into the swing of my own pity party I had not paid any notice to the large truck that had stealthfully rolled up next to my car, while I fumbled around in my purse for my keys the only thought was that at some point tonight, I would have to clean this damn purse out. Then I vaguly remembered a hard shove, throwing me into the car. Barely having time to brace myself against the car I felt a rag press hard against my nose and mouth. It smelt like shit but in my panicked state, I took a sharp deep breath. Opening my eyes was just as bad as having them closed, I couldn't see anything but I could feel vibration on my back. We were moving. I opened my eyes fully and realized the reason why I couldn't see, I was in a trunk. Wait, why the fuck was I in a trunk? I immediately started to panic but soon realized that I wasn't going anywhere, my hands and feet were bound to keep me from making any escape attempts. My mind raced to piece together what had happened and help me get a clue what was going on. All I remembered was a truck, a cloth, and then darkness. However, that's when it hit me, kidnapped! They must have switched vehicles while I was unconcious! I didn't have time to pull at my restraints or try to get out because the car had suddenly stopped, it became deathly still and too silent. I could hear my heart thrusting against my ribs inside of my chest, what was going on? Were they just going to leave me out here? It did not take long before the hood of the trunk was pushed open, two masked men stood above me. I did the first thing that came to mind. I headbutted the smaller one in the crotch, he fell with a loud gasp, cluthing between his legs. His partner looked like he was going to fall over with laughter but soon became silent when the smaller of the two stood back up. "God damnit if he wouldn't personally kill me, I would take her out," The shorter man said, he leaned in, careful not to put his crotch within headbutting distance, and grabbed my name tag and ripped it off of my work shirt, "Cherry? What kind of name is that?" My parents were ex-hippies. The taller man dismissed the question and proceeded to push a rag onto my nose, and as I struggled I tried to hold my breath in for as long as possible. It didn't work. I was out. The next time I awoke it was a very different feeling then being trapped in a trunk, the exact opposite actually. My eyes opened and I stretched out, my body pushing across the silk sheets. For a second I forgot where I was and did what I usually do in the morning, my hand went down my body. When my fingers first touched my waist I realized that wasn't my pajamas I felt, it was a thong. I didn't own any thongs. Chapter 2 Suddeny my eyes flashed open. This wasn't my room, it couldn't be. Looking past the maroon silk sheets and over the king sized bed, I pushed open the dark screen of the canopy bed. My eyes adjusting to the candle light, I made out a dark figure, it was the first time I saw Him. The figure stood promptly, pushing out a powerful sense of confidence and potential danger. My flight reaction kicked in and I jumped out of the bed, and started for what I thought was the door. Before I got anywhere, the figure had practically teleported to my side of the bed and had his arm around my waist from behind. Suddenly my self conciousness kicked in. I was wearing black stockings, a lace black thong, and a strapless lace bra. I suddenly knew what He wanted. I tried to kick against Him and thrust my head back to headbutt Him, only got his shoulder, but nothing seemed to phase Him. He just held me there and let me tire myslef out, after about five minutes of that I was exhausted. My large chest heaving up and down with every forced breath, my dark hair siticking to my forehead with the sweat of my exhasporation. The man lightly stroked my hair back, "Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you." I had no reason to believe him, but I had no strength to fight him off anymore, I was done for. He put his arm behind my legs and lifted me up like I weighed nothing to him, he laid me down on the bed and lightly spread my legs at the ankles. Looking up to where He stood was the first time I actually got a good look at Him. His dark hair fell over his forehead, His dark brown eyes held both a peircing lustful drive, but a warm center in the middle. His skin was something of a brown-olive. It was like watching two people at once, a powerful man who obviously took what he wanted, but a more reserved side as well. During my time observing Him, I had been so mesmerized by looking into his eyes that I had failed to realized, my hands were tied to the bedpost! Before I could sturggle my cries were muffled by His lips upon mine. His passionate need pressed hard against my soft lips made me offer out only a surprised cry. I didn't want to think about the familiar stirring between my legs. His lips parted only slightly to allow his warm and curious tongue into my mouth, to massage and roll around with mine in sweet ecstacy. I wondered for the first time, what that tongue was capable of. I didn't have to wait long for an answer. His strong hands were on my breasts. I had always been told that my breasts were nice, not too large but not small by any measure. His hands roughly squeezed my sensitive tits until I cried out in pleasure, "oh!" He smiled and kissed me, not thinking straight, I kissed him back. That's when the man spoke. "I was wondering when you were going to come around to me," His voice rich and heavy with subtle composure, I could feel His words in my chest. His hands grasped my bra and ripped it open, I had a sharp intake of air and my back arched up to him, my tits begging for His mouth. I was obligied almost instantly. His warm mouth pulled my sensitive nipple by sucking on it and twirling His tongue around the pleasureful nub until it was hard. His hands got to work on pleasuring my breasts, pulling and twisting my nipples until the ached and pulsed with pleasure, by this point I was rubbing my thighs together, trying desperatly to get myself off. "Please, oh god please!" My face flushed crimson with shame, I was begging Him for His cock. His mouth traveled down my body and lifted my ass up and His mouth grabbed the waistband of my underwear. He quickly pulled it off of my legs, lifting my legs up to get it off, my pink pussy now in view for Him and glistening with my arousal. "That looks very tempting," His eyes traveled over my naked body, I could feel His gaze land hard on my pink sex, making it flood with warmth and drip my sweet nectar out of my tight hole. I herd his pants unzip. Oh god, he was going to fuck me. His hand stroked out His thick manhood right in front of me, it looked so thick! It was slightly bigger than usual size, about six and a half inches but nice and wide. My mind raced with thoughts of that hard member deep inside of me, I heard the man almost demand, "beg me for it." I had lost all inhabitions at this point and would do anything to have my tight hole stretched with that big cock, "oh please pound me hard with your cock Master!" I didn't know where the master part had come in from but it sounded right. I felt a hard smack on my ass, it made me jump and my tight pussy quivered in excitement. He rubbed the thick red head of his cock over my little clit, causing my breathing to become laborious and my hips squirm, urging him to come in closer. Suddenly it happened, His cock had slid inside of me. I could feel every inch of Him pushing my tight walls to their max, at that point I went straight to being a wanton. "Fuck me! Oh please pund me good and hard!" My hips thrust up to meet His, needing His manhood as deep inside of me as possible. I could feel the sparks of pleasure burst through my body, that intensify when He bit my nipples and tugged on them. "More! Don't stop! Please don't stop!" His hips slammed into mine, causing an ache in my hips, my breasts bouncing up and down with every push. By now our lovemaking was rocking the bed back and forth, I wondered for a second how stable it was. My head thrust back against the bed, thrusting my breasts forward, and my hips up. He grabbed my hips and really got into momentum, pounding my tight pussy faster than any other man had before. I wrapped my legs around His waist and pulled Him in close, He leaned down and pressed His body against mine and His lips against my neck, the way He was kissing and sucking would leave me with a hickey but I didn't care, all that existed was His cock deep inside of me. I could feel my thighs begin to shake in anticipation of my climax, but before I hit my orgasm I felt pain. Teeth. Fangs. I tried to scream but couldn't as four sharp fangs periced my neck and blood ran down my ivory skin and onto my breasts, I couldn't help but moan out in pleasure, it felt so fucking good! He was licking all the blood off of me and His warm tongue was driving me crazy. I couldn't take it anymore, "oh fuck! I'm going to cum!" With all my might I pulled Him in as deep as I could as I came, my tight walls squeezing His cock inside of me and pulling for His cum. Soon I felt the hot rounds of cum shoot deep inside of me, filling me up so much that His thick white seed dripped out of me and onto my thigh, the feeling was so intense that I came again. Covered in sweat, arms and legs spread wide, my eyes closed in complete exhaustion. I heard his voice entwine with laughter, a sweet melodic tone, and then say, "Well my dear Cherry, I think you need to get some rest, I will see you when you awake." I was out. Chapter 3 "Is not "lust and carnal desire" a more truthful term to describe "love" when applied to the continuance of the race? Is not the "love" of the fawning scriptures simply a euphemism for sex?" – Anton LaVey When my mind awoke, my eyes did not open, they were still heavy with sleep. For a while I laid there, arms and legs spread out to stretch, basking in the glory of a slow start to the morning. My muscles relaxed, the smell of lavander fragrance in the room, the feel of silk on my skin. The feel of silk? That's when my eyes opened. Suddenly I remembered exactly where I was. My back shot straight up as my brain kicked into overdrive, my feet hit the floor, within no time, I was through the doors of my captive room. Once through the solid mahogony doors, my face collided with a chest. Hard. "Are we now so eager to arise for breakfast?" It was Him. I knew it was Him before I looked up, it was His voice. For some reason His voice, a dark and lustious fluid, burst into my chest and spread shivers all over my body. Not to mention it reminded my of the delicious ache between my thighs and painful stiffness of my neck. I had no idea what this man, if that's what He was, wanted from me. However, I thought it best to play this game for as long as I could, hopefully find a way out of this place, wherever I was. "Oh I wouldn't try that," my eyes darted up. They landed on his most pulling feature. His eyes. Those caramel depths were pulling me in. "Yes, I can hear your thoughts. I would also like to discourage your running away, my dogs are quiet fast." So that plan was fucked. A smile came from His lips as he reached out carefully, almost as not to break me, and stroked my cheek lightly. The touch was both warm and cool at the same time, cool on my check from His cold hand, but warm in a lower part of my body. "Don't you see? Your body already calls for my touch" I shot him a glare, how dare He use whatever little mind-trick-reading thing He had going on to use me for sex! Although, another part of me loved it. His hands grabbed the hem of my nightgown and lifted it high over my head, leaving me standing there naked in front of Him. The vulnerability I felt was almost too intense to be real. His hands worked up from my hips to my breasts, the trails of his fingertips leaving lines of fire up my skin. "You have such lush breasts," He squeezed and massaged my breasts fully and with both hands. My arousal came quickly and I cursed myself for being so easily swayed. He only smiled, surely hearing my thoughts, and leaned forward to place his mouth around the nipple od my left breast. "Forgive me, I don't think I will be able to indulge foreplay, you were out for a few days." With almost no warning, His hands grasped my hips. Before I could say anything or give any protest, I was spun around and bent over the bed. My ass was sticking up high for Him and my knees were almost trembeling. An audible smack echoed through the room as His hand struck my ass, hard. I went forward on the bed, my ass check stinging and most definetly red. I could my feel my pink lips already betraying my protests, which were soft in volume and weak in constitution. Everytime His hand struck my ass, I would beg Him not to do it again. Everytime His fingers stroked up and down my throbbing pussy lips, covering His fingers in my wet arousal, then rubbing his fingers around the rim of my tight ass, my protest would soften, and eventually give way. "Please stop! Please!" He thrust two fingers into my sopping pussy, stretching it and finger fucking my tight sex. "Stop! Please...aaah....please...please do-...please don't stop!" My hips bucked back to meet His fingers, my body jerked forward evertime the palm of His hand struck my ass, His voice was a husky tone of lust, "Talk dirty for me you little slut." When He called me that, I almost came. "Oh Master, fuck my little cunt, punish me with your thick cock! Please!" He was too happy to oblige. I heard His zipper go down, then felt the weight and warmth of His thick manhood placed on my ass. "Please Master! Pound me!" My pleas for his pulsing cock were answered. He grabbed my brunette hair, two fistfuls, pulled back, and thrust his big dick into me. My pussy had never felt so hot and full, my sweet nectar was now furiously running down my legs. "Look at how wet my little slut is." He continued to wildly buck His hips against mine and use my hair as leverage. "Wet for you Master, only you!" I could feel his cock grow inside of me, he was going to cum soon. "Master cum in my pussy! Cum in me!" I could feel my thighs pull together and release in orgasm, my tight pussy now holding His cock in place as he shot His load into me. Hot, thick, strands of his cum coated my walls and dripped down my thigh. In the heat of the orgasm, he yanked my hair back, exposing my throat, and bit into me. He drank long and deep, after he was done he smacked my ass one final time and pulled out. I laid on the bed, panting and sweating like the whore he had made me into, my tight pussy stretched due to the furocious pounding and soaked in both of our cum. "Master, what is your name?" He simply smiled, "all in good time." He kissed my cheek and shut the door behind Him. My last thoughts before I went unconcious were that I adored my Master. - Fredrick E. Griffory A Noble Sacrifice Pt. 02 "MAN is aware that he will die, someday. Other animals, when nearing death, know they are about to die; but it is not until death is certain that the animal senses his coming departure from this world. And even then he does not know exactly what is entailed in dying. It is often pointed out that animals accept death gracefully, without fear or resistance. This is a beautiful concept, but one that only holds true in cases where death for the animal is unavoidable." – Anton LaVey Chapter 4 When I awoke, the first thing I notcied was that I was in pajamas. Someone had changed me while I slept. The thought crept me out a little, but it was probably Him, so I pushed the thought out of my mind. The next thing I noticed was that there was a small note with a red rose. I grabbed the rose and pushed it to my nose, it smelled so rich and sweet. I knew it was from Him. I set down the rose next to my pillow and grabbed the small whit note. The cursive was very proper and hard to read at first. Good morning my dear, I hope you slept well. Go bathe, freshen up and dress. My servant will bring you breakfast in just a moment. You may find me in the drawing room, if you need any help getting there, just ask my servant. Love, XOXO I noted that he had not actually signed his name, but only offered symbols of affection. After thinking about this for a while I began to wonder if I actually wanted to know his name or not. It was kind of sexy how mysterious he was. Coming in and giving me the best sex of my life, then just leaving. I almost never wanted to stop. However, I realized I had certain hygenic needs so I got out of bed and walked over to an adjacent room. The dark mahagony door had a black lever handle. The door led to a small room back in time. Cherry had only seen bathrooms like this in pictures of medievel castles. There was a tub that had to be manually filled by a servant. The vanity mirror was lit up with actual candles that surrounded the outer rim of the mirror. At closer observation Cherry noticed that the handles of the sink were made of ivory. Actual Ivory. Glancing over at the bath tub she noticed the slight steam arising from the water's surface. Someone had recently been in here to draw her bath water. She quickly undressed and stepped into the bath and slid down to the bottom and started to soak. After she was done soaking she stood and toweled herself off. When she walked back into the room, clothes were already laid out. A simple dark red dress. She had not heard anyone enter or leave the room. With a quick shake of her head Cherry pulled the dress onto her. This would be the first time that she had ever left the room since she began her stay there, wherever she was. The outside of her room was much like the inside, very dark. The walls were lit with small candles and what little light that the candles did offer only reflected the hallway infront before a small patch of darkness then soft amber light. It took her about thirty minutes of wondering around the dark halls before she got used to the dim lighting, but when she did she found the drawing room with ease. The drawing room was bare and dim like the rest of the domicile, save for a large canvas and paints. Save also for the tall man with his back turned to the door painting on the once blank canvas. "Good morning my dear." His voice was smooth and already sent shivers down her spine. She cleared her throat for fear of her voice cracking with nervousness. "Good morning to you as well. H-how did you sleep?" She mentally chaised herself for stammering. However he only chuckled, "I don't sleep my dear. However my evening was fine." He turned around now, he wore the usual suit except for his rolled-up sleeves and a smudge of charcol paint on his cheek. Never the one to be so bold as to even attempt such a maneuvar, Cherry decided to approach him. The walk towards this living spectacle seemed to stretch into forever, however it was only a few feet. Time just seemed to slow as she was dazed by those wonderful deep eyes of his. Before she knew, she was not only standing in front of him but she was so close that her breast were lightly pushed into his chest. He watched her with mild amusement, his eyes carefully scanning her face. His eyes drifted down to her neck, still healing from the last time He had her. "Yes?" He asked. She replied only by lifting a careful finger and wiping the paint away from his cheek. He smiled and leaned down to kiss her, His full lips pressing firmly against hers as if He couldn't get enough of her soft, flushed lips. A small moan escaped Cherry's lips, despite her best efforts to be silent. She felt His arm slowly slide around her and release the clasp on her gown. Before she could stop it, the clothing hit the floor in a pool around her feet. "Don't you ever get tired of sex?" She asked Him, for everytime they saw each other she tended to end up on her back, or front depending on the mood. He only shook his head, "and I don't think you do either." He was right, she could do this every waking moment for the rest of her life and never get tired. Without warning his finger lightly traced a circle around her breast, leaving a feeling of cool air. She looked down to see that he had dipped his finger in paint before he had touched her. The deep amythest ring stuck out, but was soon accompanied by another ring around her left breast. Soon, her body was covered in intricate designs of swirls and striking lines. Even the area above her shaven pink sex was covered. The feeling of his strong hands all over her body, covering her in colors and desire, was unlike anything she had ever felt before. Her body was on fire, and she was getting so wet that her thighs were almost covered in her sweet nectar. He never spoke, only worked to open his shirt button by button. She helped him with His pants, unbuckling them pulling the zipper down to let his throbbing cock breathe. She slowly got down on her knees and leaned in to lick the thick head of his cock, her tongue swirling around the tip and then licking up and down his long shaft. His satisfaction was apparent through His moans and the way He pressed His hips forward to search deeper into her warm and wet mouth. After sucking his thick cock and getting a good taste of his precum she stood up and bent over the table for him. "Please..please." She felt like such a whore, begging for his cock, but she knew what she needed and she needed it right now! He spent no time denying her pleasure, walking straight over and ramming his cock deep inside of her warm pussy. She cried out in pleasure, "oh yes! Fuck me!" She thrust herself back onto his cock, trying to get him as deep inside of her as possible. Combined with his forward motion they soon began to get their timing in sync with each other, allowing him to pound her deeper then before. "Oh god yes!" She cried out and came around his cock, squeezing it tightly and covering it with her cum. It wasn't long after that He came, shooting a hot load inside of her. "Oh yeah, I could do that forever," she said and smiled. His only reply was, "you can," before he leaned in and sank his fangs into her neck. - Fredrick E. Griffory