1 comments/ 14609 views/ 6 favorites Both Shall Live By: Dasani_83 Many thanks to OhPossum for the editing help. However, any remaining mistakes are all mine. Feel free to comment, if you so desire. Feedback is always welcome, but especially the positive kind of it. :) Also, as the events take place in her senior year of High School, all people involved are over 18 at the time of the incident. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Coming from a strict church upbringing, I have led a very sheltered life. My parents kept me protected from the real world, and as such, I hardly knew what to expect from life. From what I had pieced together on my own, I believed life to be all roses and ignored the fact that with a rose comes those thorns. Love was a magical thing that swept you off your feet when you least expected it. Also, it was ingrained into me that my innocence was a treasure, which I was to cherish and save for my wedding night, to share with one person whom I deemed worthy of such a gift. Somehow, that was how it actually happened. My husband Peter and I grew up as next-door neighbours. Being that there were not many other children our age in the area, we ended up playing together out of necessity, generally under the careful supervision of at least one adult. By junior high, I was head over heels in love with him and didn't even realize it. It made me happy just to see him; my day didn't feel complete if we didn't spend at least a little bit of time together and family vacations seemed to drag on forever because he wasn't there. While Pete has never been the best-looking guy around, he is certainly still quite easy on the eyes. Reaching 6 feet 3 in height, he is as scrawny as a beanpole with shaggy brown hair that is persistently messy, even after he washes and combs it. His nose is long and perfectly straight; his lips are oddly full. Just under the surface of any expression on his face, he has a wide grin that is cheerfully crooked. His eyes, those big soft baby blues, are his best feature though. When he is happy, which is most of the time, they are the colour of the summer sky on a cloudless, perfectly sunny day. I can lose myself in their depth on such occasions, and he learned early on how to work this to his advantage. However, when he is feeling unhappy, or angry, or frightened, or any truly unpleasant emotion, his eyes darken to a stormy grey, much the same as the summer sky can change in an unexpected instant when a storm crosses it. They become a dark blue, almost navy in their intensity, and I can rarely hold eye contact when they are so. While I am on a descriptive kick, I should also describe myself. I stand just tall enough for him to drape his arm over my shoulder, with violently red hair, and the freckles and temper to match. It curls wherever it wants to, so I generally try to tame it by keeping it tied up much of the time. My eyes are the colour of emeralds, probably trying to match themselves with the stereotype of my hair. Though I have never been fat exactly, neither am I skinny. My weight has always been a sore spot with me, and I started running as a way to try to be slender, like I imagined a woman ought to be. But I am naturally curvy, and no matter how hard I try, I am still a little plump and slightly round. Still, running has given me relative strength, despite that no matter what I do, I continue to look soft and weak. In our freshman year of high school, all the other girls started throwing themselves at him. Strangely though, he didn't once return the interest. He was as friendly with the girls as he was with the boys; his cheerful & outgoing personality makes him hard to dislike. As I tend to be shy in crowds, not many guys expressed an interest in me. But each time one did, if he was around to witness it, his eyes would darken perceptibly. His mood would always take a weird swing from his usual cheerful way, and he would become strangely protective over me. This scared many of the guys off, and it didn't take long for every person in the school to learn that I was to be treated with respect. Unless of course, they wanted to incur Pete's enmity, which could be frightening, given his usually sanguine nature. In fact, it was that very protectiveness that finally made me realize how I loved him. One day late in the spring of our senior year of high school, we were walking home together, as we always did. However, I had left him behind with my books, taking off running just for the sheer joy of it. Strictly speaking, I knew that I should stay with him, as I was not supposed to go this way by myself. It went through a small patch of woods by the local park, and the area had a bit of a bad name. The woods were an ideal cover for the kinds of people who wanted to use the woods to hide their activities from public eyes. Consequently, they were not a safe place for females to be in alone, as it was always dark in those woods, even on the brightest summer day. But I was young and naïve. Such things were vague horrors that my father read about in the newspapers; they did not apply to me. To his everlasting amusement, I was much faster than Pete. However, it drove him absolutely crazy when I took off on him like that, particularly when we were walking this route home. I lost him quickly, and was glorying in my ability to go so fast when I literally slammed into what felt like a brick wall. In actuality, it was one of the football players from the college across town. But given how much larger he was than me I might as well have run smack into a tree. I bounced off his chest, actually causing him to stagger backwards a step or two, and landed flat on my back on the trail. As I struggled to catch the breath that had been knocked from my lungs, I heard a deep voice, "Well well, what have we here?" Suddenly there were hands underneath my elbows, pulling me unceremoniously back to my feet. Once I was standing, those hands did not leave my elbows; in fact, they tightened painfully around my arms, holding me out from him, so that he could leer appreciatively at my body. "There's no need to throw yourself at me, my plump little vixen." His tone of voice was almost scary, especially combined with the look of lust that had appeared on his face. His grip on my arms grew tighter, leaving bruises behind, and he crushed me against his chest before I had gathered my wits enough to try to get away. All things considered, I went from being on top of the world to absolutely terrified in matter of moments. By the time I realized that I should be screaming, he had literally lifted me off the ground, so that he could reach to kiss me. This was my first kiss, and it was nothing like I expected. His breath was hot on my mouth and his lips were rough, pressing hard against mine as if he was trying to leave bruises behind. My temper took control as he stole my first kiss from me. I had been saving that to give to my first love, not some random stranger! Not understanding the rush of fire that flooded through my nether regions with this rough treatment, I bit down hard on his lip, almost drawing blood. Starting to struggle, I twisted like a hellcat, trying to push myself away from him. But his grip encircled my arms, pinning them to my sides, and without my arms to provide my finger nails to fight back, I could barely move. In fact, my struggles simply served to amuse him, and he turned to press me against the nearest tree with a snicker. Using his body, he held me suspended in place, a good foot or more off the ground. Ripping the elastic from my ponytail, he wound one hand through my thick hair, deepening the kiss, brutalizing my lips with his. As he forced his tongue almost down my throat, he shoved his other hand up my shirt, shoving my bra out of the way to grope my breast. I tried to bite his tongue next, but this just caused him to grab my nipple as hard as he could and twist it. This made me scream shrilly, though his mouth muffled the sound. Tears sprang unbidden to my eyes from the pain, as it seemed to shoot through my body, straight to my private area. With another cruel twist, he pulled his face from mine, only enough for me to see the evil grin on his face. "The more you scream, the harder this will be on you, little vixen. It just serves to excite me further." With each syllable, he twisted the nipple he had captured harder and further, causing me to cry out in anguish. Pulling my hair each time I made a noise, he moved his lips to the nape of my neck and started kissing me there instead. Not only did he kiss me, he bit down hard enough to break the skin and sucked with all his might, succeeding in his attempts to mark my fair skin. This drew an agonized shriek from me, despite the effort I was now employing to remain quiet. I did not want to give him the satisfaction of the screaming, if it would only serve to please him. With a particularly vicious twist of my nipple, he pulled on it at the same time, with what had to be all of his strength, so that I momentarily saw stars from the pain of it. The next thing I knew I was crashing to the ground, and there was a crack in one of my ankles as I landed. It would later be discovered that I had broken it in two places. Huddling at the base of the tree, I sobbed from the lingering pain from his teeth and hands, not to mention the blinding white pain radiating from my ankle. I could hear something going on in the background, but the pain and shock left me unable to make out more than a blur of bodies in front of me. After what seemed like ages, things seemed to settle down, and I heard the voice that I most wanted to hear in that moment of time. "Dasani... darling, are you okay precious girl?" Flinching away from the hands that touched me, I was absolutely terrified until I realized that it was the hands associated with the perfect voice that continued speaking in a low, soothing manner. "Come on Dasi Daisy Darling, it's me. There now, it's all over. I'm here, it'll be okay." Allowing him to gather me into his arms, I pressed against Pete's chest, sobbing with relief that he had stopped that brute from hurting me. When I had finally calmed down enough that I could concentrate, I looked up into his face. One of his eyes was swollen and purple, and he was bleeding slightly from multiple cuts and scrapes. This made me start to cry anew, seeing the marks on his face that he had earned to save me from my tormentor. Despite the fact that my attacker was almost a full 100 pounds heavier than he was, Pete had thrown himself at him, fighting tooth and nail with him for daring to treat me so. In his single-minded determination to protect me, the football jock genuinely thought that Pete was trying to kill him. He had fled, but not until Pete had broken his nose, cracked his collarbone and blackened as much of his skin as possible. Pete held me until I calmed down enough to let him call 911 on his cell phone. Normally he could have carried me home, as he is a great deal stronger than his scrawny frame gives credit for. But his damage was more than just the obvious that I could see; he had a cracked rib to match my broken ankle. In these moments, while waiting for the emergency vehicles to show up, I realized that I wanted to spend forever with this boy. When he asked me if he could tell the paramedics that he had been protecting his girlfriend, I was ecstatic. Just before we heard the sirens, he gave me what should have been my first kiss: a soft, gently brief caress of his lips on mine that left me breathless for all its sweetness. The next few months were some of the longest of my life. The police never did track down that idiot football player, and I began to have nightmares. Night after night I would wake my entire family with my screaming. Though my father tried to calm me down, it was only Pete who was able to sooth my terror. As a result, he started sleeping in my brother's bedroom so that he would not have to come from next door each night when I started to scream. What stopped my nightmares is still a mystery to my parents. But the terror stopped haunting my subconscious when Pete started sleeping in the same bed as I. Once everybody else was asleep, he would sneak into my room and curl up around me, cradling me in his arms while we slept. Not once he did behave inappropriately, nor even remotely hint that he wanted more from our relationship. He was simply protecting me, as he always had; it was just that this time, he was protecting me from my own subconscious, rather than an external foe. To nobody's surprise but my own, my graduation present was his great grandmother's engagement ring. For all that our parents protested that 18 years old was too young to be married, we knew what we wanted. And having watched Pete and me grow up together, they knew deep down that we were not making a rash decision; we were simply acting on a decision that had been made before we were old enough to realize that it was being decided. In the end, our parents gave into us with relatively good grace. The week before we moved across town to go to college together, Peter and I were married, for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, for as long as we both shall live. Both Shall Live Ch. 02 Again, props to OhPossum for editing. I still claim any mistakes that may remain. This is the sequel to Both Shall Live, and if you have questions that are raised by it, feel free to read that one first. As always, comments and voting are welcome. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ In the summer leading up to our wedding, I started to realize a little of what marrying Pete would mean. As such, I began to look around on the Internet, so I would know more of what to expect. This opened me to all kinds of information that I had never before been privy too. The thought that people actually liked being naked in front of somebody else astounded me. If it were anybody but Pete, the very thought would have sent me running for the hills. Then one day, I stumbled across an online store that sold sex toys. This was a whole new level of shock. Why on earth would they make such things?? Each item listed included a brief description, and as I read the description for some of the bondage toys, I felt that familiar surge of fire go through my groin again. Who in their right mind would WANT to be spanked? The few spankings I had endured as a small child had stood out, and I had been left having trouble sitting for days on end after the last one. When I had been out shopping with my Auntie, I had stolen a small package of gum, thinking that nobody would notice. But Auntie was a smart cookie, and knew immediately. After a lecture on the importance of not stealing, she made me take the gum back to the store and apologize. Then she instructed me to tell my parents. By the time I saw her again three days later, I still had not worked up the nerve to tell them. So, rather than confess to her that I was frightened to tell them, I lied when she asked me about it and told her that I did. Suffice it to say I learned my lesson for lying and stealing, and have tried my hardest since to do neither. But these toys that you could buy fascinated me, and my search of the Internet became much more intensive. Finding a website of stories about such things, and how the pleasure and pain mixed together could be so much fun, I was absolutely hooked. As I had matured I had discovered that it felt really nice if I rubbed myself in just the right way between my legs. Reading this literature made it feel that much nicer and since I was laid up with my ankle for the first part of that summer, I logged much of my alone time on this site, always deleting my history at the end of each day. What I didn't know was that Pete accidentally stumbled across my activities one day before I had deleted the history. While I had my computer password protected, he knew all of my passwords as I knew his, and wanted to play a game online. When he unlocked the computer, imagine his shock to discover that I was a closet sub. Flipping through the sites I visited with on a very regular basis, he found himself opened to a whole new realm of possibilities. What I read with most regularity was about a dominating male asserting his place over his female, whether she liked it or not. I tried to stick to stories where the two were married, though that was hard. Still, I had a few marked on my profile as being some of my favourites, and he marvelled at the side of me that he had never suspected. His personality was naturally dominating, though he kept it under control and hidden very well. Still, he had never suspected me of being a submissive, given the fact that I am something of a spitfire. On the day of our wedding, I was understandably very nervous. I finally knew what was coming that night, and the thoughts of committing such acts with Pete both excited and frightened me. Given that I had no idea that he had discovered my secret, I expected something like the sweet, romantic stories that I had read on occasion. They didn't do much for me, and I always ended up back into the Non-consent or BDSM category. But Pete still treated me like spun glass for the most part, so I didn't even begin to suspect what he had planned for our first time. True to tradition, he carried me across the threshold of the small cabin our parents had rented us by the lake. Even if it was only for our honeymoon, he wanted to do things right. Then, while I got changed and had a shower to freshen up, he found a story that he had figured out I liked quite a lot, given the fact that it was one of the only stories in my favourites. It was about a man who punished his wife for doing something extremely reckless. Leaving this on the screen when I came out of the bathroom, wearing nothing but a baby doll tee and the shortest shorts I owned, he gave me a brief kiss and excused himself for his turn freshening up. When he returned, wearing only a pair of cargo shorts, he found me sitting like a deer in headlights, staring in mute shock at the computer screen. "What's going on, my beautiful wife?" Even now, he still takes advantage of every chance he gets to address me as such; that first time he was practically glowing with the joy of it. I looked up at him, my face a picture of shock battling with lust. Seeing my expression, he grinned at me, his eye darkening perceptively. "I found that quite by accident on your computer the other month. It surprised me that you would like that sort of thing, all things considered." All things considered indeed. My face flushed crimson as I remembered the day that we had started dating. When I was away from Pete, I still had the occasional nightmare about devil football players from hell, especially with college looming ever closer on the horizon. "I never did punish you for that, you know." Pete spoke conversationally, his eyes darkening further, as he too remembered that day. Staring at him in confusion, my jaw dropped. "You knew better than to leave me, but still, you ran off anyways. Knowing full well what kind of dangers lurked in those woods you still risked your life and scared me very badly. What if I hadn't gotten to you in time? What if he had damaged you worse than some bruises or a broken ankle? What if he had TAKEN you from me?!" Pete had obviously been nursing this ever since that day, and had held it in during the aftermath, owing to how traumatized I had been by the event. With each word he stepped forward, the fear and stress of that day evident by the dark grey colour his eyes had turned. I was literally cowering where I sat, feeling terrible for being the indirect cause of the pain that my beloved Pete was feeling. "What if I'd lost you? I only have you, there has never been anybody else!" Grabbing my shoulders, he crouched before me, glaring balefully at me. Shaking me once, roughly but only just hard enough to further fluster me, his voice was steadily rising. "And you risked the life of the one other person that I love more than life! HOW could you do that to me!" "I'm sorry Pete. I never meant..." My voice was low, and I found myself unable to finish that sentence. While I knew how much he loved me, I had never taken into account how my risk taking would affect him. Shaking me again, his glare darkened even further until his eyes appeared to be almost black. "Sorry wouldn't have brought you back to me!" He was yelling now, all the pent in frustration of years of watching me do stupid things flooding out. That wasn't the first time I had taken off on him, nor was it likely to be the last. Once he'd had to grab my hand just in time to keep me from darting out in front of a car that I had not seen coming. That was one of the few times he had shouted at me in our many years as friends. "Sorry will STILL break me, STILL take you from me, STILL leave me to muddle through life knowing that the other piece of my soul is not with me!" I flinched with each word, and dropped my eyes from his, the intensity scaring me. But even as he yelled, I felt the now welcome and familiar fire spread through my lower regions, and my face, which was already red, became absolutely fiery with the shame that washed through me. "LOOK at me when I'm talking to you!" Shaking me, Pete stood up, pulling me to my feet. "You will NEVER hide your eyes from me, unless I cover them on you! Do you understand!?" Tears filled my eyes, as I looked up into his again, "Yes sir." I mumbled this, finding it hard to speak around the lump in my throat. "Please sir..." When I called him sir, Pete's eyes closed momentarily, a brief grin of triumph flashing across his face. Grabbing me around the waist, he dragged me across the room and into the bedroom. "What are you?" Shoving me hard towards the bed, he grabbed a belt that he had obviously laid out, bearing down on me with glinting eyes. "I am a bad girl, sir." "And what happens to bad girls, precious?" Taking the concept from the safe anonymity of the Internet into real life was almost terrifying in the very idea. "They... they get pun... punished, sir!" Backing away from him, I hit the bed, and sat down hard shaking. Snapping the belt threateningly, Pete stopped inches from me. "That's right. Bend over that bed! Now!" When I hesitated, he doubled the belt and glowered at me. "Do NOT make me repeat myself, or so help me, I might lose patience with you!" Shaking so hard that my teeth were almost chattering, I flipped over, so that my torso was across the bed, and my feet flat on the floor, wrapping my arms around my chest to try to still the tremors. "Please sir..." I made an effort to speak up, so that he would understand me, "Please punish your bad girl... please forgive me..." With that request, I heard a soft groan from Pete and then a whooshing sound as the belt came falling through the air. Momentarily I saw stars, and had to bite my lip to keep from shrieking as the leather bit into my right thigh. Before I had to chance to recover, there was another whoosh, and he landed the belt on the same spot on my left leg. "Get those shorts down! I like them and don't want them ruined!" With shaking hands, I pushed the shorts over my nice round arse, pleased by the faint sound of pleasure that Pete could not quite hide. Since we were married, I hadn't bothered to put on panties and as I shoved the shorts slowly down my legs, Pete got an eyeful of the one part of me that no man had seen since I was a child. "Oh Dasi Daisy, you're so beautiful." Pete reached out and caressed my arse lightly, helping me pull the shorts the rest of the way off and tossing them away. That momentary glimpse of the man I had fallen in love with heartened my resolve to take the punishment without complaining, and I wriggled my arse up at him invitingly. "Please sir, you were punishing me for not taking proper care of your love." With a small snort, Pete stood back up, having noticed the sheen between my pussy lips. "Very well then. I will stop when I am ready." I blanched slightly, but just pulled my arms back underneath me, so I wouldn't be tempted to try to shield myself from the belt. Clutching them tight about myself, I waited nervously for him to continue. Whoosh! SMACK! Whoosh! SMACK! Whoosh! SMACK! Whoosh! SMACK! Whoosh! SMACK! Without warning, he swung the belt down hard, and repeatedly, not giving me a moment between smacks to master myself. Smacking down hard and fast, he peppered my arse and upper thighs with the belt, not once hitting the same spot, so that the pain was spread across my whole bottom. Putting his foot between my knees, he nudged the inside my thighs. I had my face buried in the bed by this point; I was almost suffocating myself in the blankets to keep from screaming each time the belt touched me again. But when I felt his toe, I spread my legs as wide I could immediately. Reaching down, he picked me up so that my knees were on the bed as well. With my head down like it was, this opened my entire private area to his view. "Oh dear me." I heard him chuckle softly, "Not only are you refusing to scream for me, you are absolutely drenched. This is supposed to be punishment my precious, not for your enjoyment. You will start counting each one. Maybe adding some humiliation to this will help you to learn your lesson. You are going to get a nice round 15 smacks before I am finished. But be warned, if you lose count, I will start over from one. Even if you reach 14 before you lose count, I will start over and you will have to face that many more!" With that he started belting me again, hardly giving me enough time to squeak out the number between each successive strike. Whoosh! SMACK! "1!" Whoosh! SMACK! "2!" By three I was crying, and by five I was writhing underneath the belt, wetter than I had ever been just reading about it online. By 8, I was moaning as I counted, and at 11 my voice faltered as I started to approach an impending orgasm. Being able to see this, Pete picked up the speed and intensity of the smacks, so that I was almost incoherent as he belted my already blistered arse with all his might. On the 14th strike, he lashed the belt across my clit with all his strength. I let out a howl that tore even my ears and immediately fell off the edge into the most exquisite orgasm I had ever experienced. Not having much mercy, Pete kept striking my pussy with the belt as I came, so that the initial orgasm did not fade, but got that much stronger as he forced me into my first ever multi orgasm, without even having given him my virginity. When I started to black out from the inability to breathe for the pleasure coursing through my body, he relented, allowing the belt to drop to the floor and tugging his shorts down with great difficulty. Rolling me onto my back as the orgasm slowly faded, he thrust his rock hard cock into me with one hard thrust. Perhaps he had promised that he would continue spanking me if I lost count, but he couldn't wait any longer to take me. And I was so drenched that he didn't even have to allow me time to adjust to the sudden entry. As he filled me with his sizable cock, I shrieked, twisting and moaning. While it certainly hurt quite a lot, the pain paled in comparison to the welts on my arse; when he pulled out and slammed it in the second time, I thrust up hard to meet him. "Pete!!! OH GOODNESS, Harder! Faster! PETEEEE!!" Soon my thrusts matched his and I was quickly approaching another orgasm. As I peaked, he thrust in one final time, slamming into my cervix as he buried all of his cock deep inside me, reaching his peak as well. Considering that it had been his first time with an actual person as well, he had lasted quite well. Collapsing on top of me, Pete moaned softly, kissing me lightly on the lips. "Wonderful." Rolling over, he cradled me against his chest, reverting to his usual sanguine self. "Dasi Daisy, that was amazing!" I rested against him, exhausted and unable to speak. Rising up on one elbow, he looked down at me, concerned that he had gone too far without meaning too. After a few minutes when I had caught my breath and was capable of speech again, I offered him a faint smile, "But sir, you're not finished yet. I lost count at 14." His crooked grin flitted across his face, but he tsked at me disapprovingly while kissing the tip of my nose lightly. "So you did." Peering over my shoulder at my rear end, he shuddered slightly. Many more beltings on my arse or thighs and he would be risking causing me permanent damage. That was not what he wanted at all. "But precious, if I keep going, it will hurt you. I can't hurt you!" I tugged at the edge of my shirt, trying to pull it up. "No it won't, sir. Not if you switch areas." His jaw dropped as I shook my chest at him, and he helped me pulled the tee over my head looking slightly awed as a result of my offering. "Well then, count. You were to take 15, so we'll go with 16 to make it even, 8 on each glorious side." Kissing each nipple once lightly, he stood up again, his flaccid cock starting to harden again. Grabbing the belt, he brought it across my right breast with hardly half the force of even one of the smacks he had delivered my arse. I didn't even bother to count, eyeing him speculatively. Seeing the look on my face, he threw up his hands in the air. "You'll be the death of me!" Grumbling to himself, he brought the belt down across my breast as hard as he could, causing me to shriek "1" and start writhing on the spot. Alternating breasts, and taking care to avoid my nipples, he blistered my chest as he had blistered my arse, all at my request. Quickly he was hardening again, and I was starting to build back up to another orgasm. When he got to the 11th stroke, he landed it square on my nipple. This drew a shrill, agonized shriek from me, but the agony shot down through my body right to my pussy and somehow, I miraculously managed to keep counting. As he finished the last few all on my nipples, my voice was starting to be hoarse as I counted. However, I just barely managed to keep the count going, not losing my place this time. Kneeling over my chest, he pressed his cock to my lips, and I let my mouth fall open as he thrust into my mouth. "Suck!" Immediately I licked my tongue around the tip, suckling on it as if it were a lollipop. Groaning he thrust forward, grinning almost a little evilly when I tried to twist away because he hit my gag reflex. Pressing against the back of my throat for a moment, he pulled back and thrust forward again, shoving past my gag reflex and causing me to choke around him. "Breathe when I pull out, silly girl!" Pulling back, he allowed me a chance to take a few breaths, and then he thrust forward with all his might, massaging my throat helpfully to make it easier on me after it passed my gag reflex. The feeling of me choking around him ended up being too much on him though, and with a strangled yell, he lost control and started to cum for the second time that night. I had no choice but to swallow the first bit as he was wedged just far enough into my mouth that I had no choice. But he pulled out as he came, and stopped when only the head was in my mouth. With great effort, I struggled to swallow it all, desperate to please him after having caused him such emotional turmoil. Given that it was my first time, I did not quite manage to get it all, but what did spill out wasn't enough that I was very concerned about it. Pulling from my mouth with a satisfied groan, he tugged me over to the edge of the bed. "Girl, you are amazing." Kneeling between my legs, he leaned forward, basking in his ability to touch me there. I had trimmed for the occasion, but had not shaven, not knowing if he would like it better natural or bare. "And so sweet... so gloriously sweet. You deserve a treat after being such a good girl." His tongue bathed my whole pussy, and he reached up with his hands to tickle my inner thighs. I moaned and pressed against his face harder, starting to buck as he found my clit and focused on that. Rolling it with his tongue, and pulling it into his mouth, he bit down on it, making me cum one last time. To his credit he kept his teeth on it, nibbling on it through a second orgasm, apparently glorying in the shrill noises of ecstasy that I was emitting. As I finally began to come down from my high, he pulled away and kissed up my body until he reached the spot on the nape of my neck, where there was still see a faint scar from the teeth that should never touched me. Kissing it gently, he picked me up, and pulled me to his chest, lying with me on the bed. "There now, you gorgeous thing. No other man will ever touch you again; you are mine! And I forgive you for scaring me so. Just please Dasi Daisy, please don't do it again. I need you!" Mumbling a soft, "Yes sir." I started to drift towards sleep, absolutely exhausted from our first evening of play. Moments later he rested his cheek on the top of my head, and humming the comfort song he had used to help me sleep immediately following the attack, he fell asleep too, secure in the knowledge that I was finally his. Both Shall Live Ch. 03 OhPossum's such a great editor. Here's the next chapter, for those who are looking for it. Sorry I've taken so long, as I do understand how having to wait for story chapters can get very frustrating. As always, voting/feedback welcome. ~~~~~ For all that our honeymoon was spent getting to know each other beyond the basic knowledge we had always had of each other, the real world came knocking all too soon. We were enrolled in the College at the far end of our home town and classes were starting the following Monday. So while we did not wish to leave the little cabin by the lake, we were not left with much of a choice. Barring the obvious changes caused by marriage, our relationship hadn't really been changed all that much. Pete still treated me like a princess, and I returned the gesture in kind. For the most part his dominant side only showed up in the bedroom, which tended to be quite frequently during our honeymoon. By the time we were headed back to civilization, I was black and blue in all the areas that tend to remain covered by clothing. It was a combined effort; if he were being too gentle with me, I would goad him into being rougher, sometimes resorting to very underhanded tactics to make him lose his temper with me. One of these times was the day before we were due to leave the cabin to move into our apartment, Pete was being a perfect gentleman and driving me absolutely crazy. I wanted to play, and I didn't want him to be so darned polite about the whole matter. But no matter how I teased him, he seemed oblivious to my desires, and kept his kisses chaste and gentle. Perhaps he was trying to make up for being so rough all week, but I just wasn't getting into the careful, gentle, loving way he was treating me. Finally I stomped from the cabin in a childish fit of anger, unable to tolerate even one more minute of the gooey crap he was pulling. Little did I know that he was fully aware of what I was trying to do and was simply refusing to fall victim to my needling. The dominant in him wasn't willing to allow his submissive to play him like that; he would take control in whatever manner he desired, whenever he so felt like it. After a few minutes he followed me outside, wondering what I was doing. At first he couldn't find me, then he saw me at the water's edge, struggling to get the canoe untied from where he had tied it earlier that day. This caused him to raise an eyebrow, as he knew perfectly well that I panic when I am in a canoe by myself. I am not a strong swimmer, and can flip a canoe easily if I get spooked. Being that I have a fear of deep water, it doesn't take much to spook me when I am in a canoe, and he was surprised that I was thinking about taking it out without him. However, he had knotted the stupid rope so tightly that for the life of me, I could not get it untied. Such was my frustration that I didn't even notice as he approached me, and I continued to fight with the knotted rope, swearing at it as I did. Dirty language irritates Pete, particularly when it is coming from me. For all that I laugh at his insistence, he is quite adamant that I'm much too pretty to use such filthy language. If I had only been swearing at the canoe, he probably would have ignored my language. But as he got closer, he started to hear more of what I was saying. In fact, I was grumbling to myself about him and his general refusal to rise to my bait. Standing a few feet behind me, he listened with growing incredulity to my ranting. Normally I wouldn't be being so mean about him, even to myself, but I was frustrated with him for not attending to me the way I wanted him to, and I was frustrated with the knot that I simply couldn't untie. The combination of frustrations had pushed me past simple frustration to outright anger. After a minute, he cleared his throat, causing me to jump, startled. Spinning around, I glared up at him, bristling irritably. "What do YOU want?!" The next words were a plaintive mutter, not fully intended for his hearing. "Stupid inattentive son of a bitch!" However, Pete's hearing is excellent, and his eyes narrowed as he returned my glare with equal measure. "What did you call me?" Striving to keep his voice even, his hands balled into fists at his side and he stepped forward, using his height to glower down at me. "A Stupid. Inattentive. Son Of A. BITCH!" Making my first mistake I enunciated each word carefully. My voice rose as I finished, standing my ground against him, though a flutter of fear raced through my stomach to see how he was glaring at me. Pete drew a deep breath, and keeping his voice steady, he stepped forward so that he was right in my face. "You're really gonna regret it if you don't take that back!" When my temper flares up, it tends to get away from me. Consequently, this was where I made my second mistake, a really stupid one. "NO!" One of the few rules we had determined for our relationship was that I never tell him no. Being that he treated me like an equal, he would be willing to listen to my opinion and share the decision making process in our marriage with me, but I had to remember that he was in charge, and his say was final. For the most part, I agreed with this, as I had seen that behaviour emulated in my parent's marriage. What my father said was absolute, no matter what and not even Mom could overturn his decisions. But I was lost in my temper, and I was not thinking clearly anymore. I was on a roll and followed with my third stupid mistake of slapping him hard across the cheek. The look on his face was absolutely priceless, but I knew instantly that I really ought not to have done that. Mistake four: I turned on my heel, dodging as he grabbed for me and took off running, fully aware that I had just made him angrier than I had ever managed to make him before. The shock that I would dare to run from him was enough to give me just a bit of a head start that I got to the cabin before he did and slammed the door as hard as I could in his face. Hightailing it into the bedroom, I struggled to push the dresser across the door, since we did not have the key for the lock. Hearing the front door bang open, I dove under the bed with the dresser halfway across the door way and scrambled to the back corner, where he wouldn't be able to easily reach me when he got into the room. I curled into a tight little ball in the back corner as I listened to him fight with the door. But given his general skinniness, he managed to squeeze through the doorway after a minute or two, and he looked around to see where I was. The screen was still on the window, so he knew I hadn't snuck out of the room on him. Stomping across the room flat footed, he opened the closet door with a crash, checking to see if I'd tried to hide in there. That left only the bed, and he lay on the floor to see if I was under it. "Get out here." His voice was a venomous whisper, and his face bore my handprint plain as day. Shaking my head no frantically, I tried to pull myself in farther, cowering in the corner, having moved from angry to frightened by the sound of his voice. "Dasani Jayne Daisy Andrea Gregory, if I have to come under that bed after you, you will be more sorry than you ever have been for anything in your life!" When he pulled out my full name, I knew right well that I was toast. My mother had given me three middle names, after both grandmothers and her best friend from elementary school, so it was insanely long. If he was making the effort to call my by my full name, I really should have listened to him. But still I clung to my defiance, not wanting to give in. Mistake number five. "Nooo..." I whined this, in precisely the tone of voice that I knew he hated, just digging myself further into the mess I had gotten into. "You can't make me; I won't do it!" Sliding forward, Pete crawled towards me underneath the bed. "So help me, you will not cum until I let you, and when I finally permit it, you will not stop unless I say so!" There was nowhere left for me to go, though I tried to elude his hands as best I could. But he managed to get hold of my wrist and literally dragged me out from underneath the bed, despite that I fought him tooth and nail. "WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?!" When he got me out, he jerked me to my feet, grabbing my elbows hard and shaking me. "How DARE you stomp away from me!? How DARE you slap me!?" Leaning down so that he was in my face, he continued shouting at me. "As for the name calling! YOU submitted to ME, not the other way around, you rotten little brat! You PROMISED that you would NEVER say no to me!" With each sentence he shook me hard, causing my teeth to clack together in my head. "I will NOT tolerate such behaviour from my submissive, nor from my wife! It is up to ME when we play, NOT you, or did you forget about the terms that YOU suggested a mere TWO days ago!?" Whimpering softly, my defiance was starting to fade from my system now, leaving me completely and totally terrified. I had indeed been the one to suggest the terms. We had worked out a few simple rules that covered most of the bases. I was to do what I was told to do, unless there was a genuine reason that I could not. I was to be polite to him, and to treat myself with the same level of honour and respect that I was to treat him, my chosen husband and dominant. That was it, three simple little rules. And I had broken two of the three within two days! "Pete, I..." "Can it! I don't want your excuses!" Shoving me backwards a little, he pushed down hard, so that I fell to my knees, with my back at the edge of the bed, so I couldn't back away from him. "Get my shorts off NOW!" At this point I was too frightened to disobey, and I started fumbling with the button on his shorts immediately. But owing to my fright, my fingers wouldn't work right, and I couldn't get the button to undo. Snarling in irritation, he shoved my hands away and undid the shorts in a hurry, kicking them off. Since we were on our honeymoon, neither of us had brought any underwear with us, so his hard cock sprang to attention as soon as it from freed from the shorts. "Get that in your mouth!" Jerking the elastic off my ponytail, he entwined his hands in my hair, not giving me a chance to obey him. Thrusting forward as he pulled me down on him hard, he seemed to be trying to bury the whole thing in my throat with one thrust. However, given that we had only experimented vaguely with this so far, he did not succeed. His real purpose was something else altogether. After pulling me down on him hard several times, causing me to choke and splutter around him each time, he pulled out. Pulling me to my feet by my hair, he threw me across the bed on my stomach, stuffing the pillows underneath my pelvis as he did. "What are you?" Grabbing my shorts he pulled them off quickly, flinging them away as he did. "I'm... I'm a..." I was stammering, still gasping for air from his assault on my throat. "I'm a... bad girl..." "And what happens to bad girls?" His voice sounded almost evil as he positioned himself behind me, spreading my ass cheeks with his hands. I was starting to panic, but I tried my hardest to answer. "They... get... puniSHED!" As I said the last word, he had pressed his cock forward against my virgin asshole. The shock and pain of having something so large press into my most private place caused me to shriek and start to struggle to get away. "Please Pete, no, not that! I'm sorry I was bad, let me go Pete, please don't!" The very idea terrified me, and I fought with everything in me to get away. Pete kept his grip on my ass cheeks though, pushing forward steadily. "You will take your punishment, precious! And you ought to know from those stories you read on the Internet that it'll hurt more if you fight it!" That little threat had me instantly lying still, tears starting to trickle down my face. Thrusting hard, I let out a squeal of pain as the head popped into my formerly untouched asshole. Pete moaned loudly, "So tight!" and remained still for a moment to allow me some time to adjust to the feeling. But all too soon he started pushing forward again, his moans of pleasure matching the shrill whining sounds that I was emitting. It hurt! And it was not a pleasurable kind of pain like when he used the belt on me! My ass burned, and stretched, and felt like it was going to explode from the sheer fullness. His intention in forcing himself down my throat was clear now; he had been trying to lube it up to keep from hurting me too badly. With not even a quarter of his cock in my arse, he started to pull out, causing me to clutch at the bedspread, screaming bloody murder. It felt like he was going to pull me inside out! Reaching my hand between my legs, I found my clit to rub, desperate to ease some of the agony that was radiating from my rear entrance. Pete noticed this though and grabbed my arm, jerking my hand back out. "Don't you dare! Punishment is supposed to hurt, and I told you that you couldn't cum until I say you can!" Taking a bit of pity on me though, he grabbed the jar of lubricant from the bedside table and spread a generous amount on his cock and my hole. Grabbing my hips, he pressed himself forward again, lifting my ass up to meet him. In a quite gruff tone of voice, he barked the order, "Put those hands to better use by spreading those ass cheeks! It'll make it hurt a little less if you're spread wider!" He then fell silent, pressing down with all his might as I held my own ass cheeks open for his assault. It still hurt badly, but he was right, it hurt a little less with my cheeks spread wide and him pulling me up like he was. But I was discovering that anal was not my thing; it took pain to a whole new level that I was quite sure I didn't like at all. As he started pulling back out, I started shrieking again, just barely managing to keep a hold on my ass cheeks. "Please... please, Pete, pleaseee.,,," I pleaded with him, starting to sob. "Please what, precious?" He leaned forward to whisper in my ear as he started pushing back in again. "Tell me! Please what!?" I couldn't ask him to stop; I knew that I deserved this. For all that I wanted to beg him to stop, I was getting my just desserts for being such a brat a little while ago. "Puh... please Pete... pun...punish me, please..." Even if I didn't like the pain, wasn't that part of the purpose of true punishment? Beside, I felt guilty for having treated him so poorly. "Very well." With that, he started thrusting in and out harder, never quite removing himself from my ass, and getting a little deeper with every thrust. For my part, I sobbed incoherently into the bed, alerting my husband to the perfect punishment for me. If he truly wanted to punish me, this was obviously the way to do it, as I was getting hardly any enjoyment out of the matter at all. However, my genuine cries of pain were tearing at his heart, because he does actually love me with all his heart. As a result, when he finally buried himself inside me completely, he stopped thrusting and reached a hand underneath me. Finding my clit, he started to pinch and roll it roughly between his fingers, trying to ease the pain a little. Perhaps the punishment wasn't fully over, but he had decided that the time was right to allow me to have some pleasure through the pain. As I started to get wet, he kept pulling on my clit as he started thrusting slowly in and out of my ass. However after a moment he stopped with his cock fully buried in me again, turning slightly and causing me to cry out in discomfort as his cock moved within. Digging through the drawer of the bedside table, he pulled out a small but powerful vibrating bullet, which he thrust into me, so that it rested on my g-spot. He had thought ahead, and had packed a few toys in his suitcase without my knowledge. Once it was positioned, he turned it to the very lowest setting. With that in place, he knew that I would derive some pleasure, but not enough to actually orgasm, which was something he had told me I could not have at the moment. And so, he started thrusting again, harder this time. My squeals were confused now and interspersed with moans. I wished desperately that he would turn the speed up on that vibrator, because all it was doing was driving me crazy with lust, while his cock was still causing me pain in my ass, to the point that my belly was starting to cramp as a result of the fucking. Holy sweet mother of all things good, I would never be such a brat again! I was desperate to cum, desperate for him to be finished and fighting with myself to keep from trying to pull away from him. After at least 5 minutes of Pete slamming roughly in and out of my ass, he slammed forward with a particularly vicious thrust and started to cum. As he filled my bowels with his cum, he turned the vibrator up one setting, but still not high enough to allow me to orgasm. It was just enough to drive me that much crazier, and I bucked back against him, moaning and pleading desperately. When he was finished, he did not remove himself from my ass, wincing slightly as his cock tried to soften and couldn't, because of the pressure my still tight hole was exerting on him. Reaching back into that awful drawer again, he fished around until he found a decent sized vibrating plug that was rather shorter than his cock, and a little less thick. Jerking his cock out of my arse suddenly, he forced the plug back in just as hard, shoving it in with much less resistance than his cock had encountered. Once he had it buried nicely, he pressed on the end of it, so that it turned on full blast as it slid into position, nestled tightly against my arse. I was still moaning, my hips bucking in a desperate attempt to put more pressure on my clit so I could come. The vibrating plug in my arse just made me that much more wild and I was writhing on the bed like a mad woman, at the edge, but unable to reach the orgasm that I was now so desperately craving. "Peteee... Stopp being soo mean!!" Grabbing me around the waist, he walked over the dresser and sat me down hard, causing me to squeal as the pressure felt like it forced the plug inside my arse further, even though it was already in as far as it could actually go. "Take it you little brat; take the punishment you asked me for!" The dresser was conveniently at the right height for Pete to not have to bend very much to take my nipple into his mouth. Sucking it in hard, he grabbed my other nipple, pinching hard and pulling on it. As he sucked on the one nipple, nipping it lightly with his teeth, he pulled and twisted and pinched the other one hard. But the more he hurt my nipples, the harder they got, and the harder they got the hornier I got, so that I was grinding against the wooden dresser top, trying to get off on that vibrator that was only going just fast enough to keep me just at the edge of orgasm. After a few minutes, Pete wrapped his arms around my waist, clamping his lips shut tightly around the nipple, biting it slightly and moving to stand up straight. I shrieked and wrapped my legs around his waist frantically as he moved me back to the bed without letting go. Dropping me on my back, he pulled the vibrator from my pussy and started to fuck me hard. This drove me closer and closer to the edge, though I felt fuller than ever. My stomach was cramping almost brutally from the plug that was still vibrating deep in my ass, and Pete thrusting in and out of me exaggerated this feeling immensely. Slamming himself into the hilt, he reached down and pinched my clit hard between his fingernails, "Cum you little brat! NOW!" And I fell of the edge of the orgasm that had been building ever since he'd started playing with my clit the first time, shrieking with what almost felt like pain as the pleasure finally overwhelmed me. But as he had told me that I wouldn't cum until he said, then I wouldn't stop until he allowed it, he pulled from me sharply without taking his own release, still pinching and manipulating my clit to keep me in that almost painful orgasm. The cramping in my belly picked up in intensity as I went, and Pete grabbed his belt from the bedside table. Both Shall Live Ch. 03 With a suddenness that caused me to recoil, the belt lashed across my clit and I howled as the kind of pain that I relished caused me to reach new peaks. Lighting into my clit with all his might, Pete was rock hard as he watched me orgasm past the point of pleasure. I was writhing in exquisite agony, cumming hard and wishing both that I could stop and that I would never stop. After another minute, Pete stopped, allowing me to finally come down from the heights, hitting the off button on the end of the plug, which still remained inside me. As my trembling stilled, he walked over to the dresser and shoved it back into its proper place. Coming back over to the bed, he found me curled around my stomach, whimpering softly. I was still cramping quite painfully because of that horrid plug. Even if it was shut off, it still filled me fuller than I had ever experienced before this day, especially as it was combined with his cum as well. Standing me up carefully, he guided me to the bathroom, and set me on the toilet. Reaching over to turn on the bathtub and put bubble bath in the water, he helped me remain seated upright. "There now precious, there's only one easy way to get that out. Once you're all done, we'll get you in that tub and everything will be okay again." Tilting me forward slightly, he tugged on the plug, so as to catch it before it could fall into the toilet, and tossed it into the sink to wash off in a bit. As promised, he waited patiently until I was finished, then carefully wiped me off before helping me into the bathtub. Leaving me to lie back in the suds and relax, he moved over to the sink to clean himself and the plug up. After a few minutes, he heard a plaintive, "Pete!" from behind him. Looking back at me, he saw that I was watching him with some concern. "You're still hard." My brow was furrowed as I tried to figure out why. But I was having a bit of trouble thinking straight after everything that had just gone on in the last little while. "Didn't you get off?" Pete snorted slightly, coming back to kneel beside the bathtub. "Yes precious. In your arse, don't you remember?" I shuddered slightly, and nodded slowly. "Oh." That didn't make sense though; why was he still hard if he'd already gotten off? Pete was watching me think about this with some amusement. "Only the once? That's hardly fair." Sighing softly, he brushed my hair back from my face. "Yes, well, I didn't want to push you too far, now did I?" This elicited an eye roll from me and I gave him a dirty look. "Too far? I stormed away from you, swore at you, slapped you, slammed a door in your face, tried to lock you out of the bedroom, hid from you and refused to obey you! You should at least leave the situation satisfied, since I'm leaving it well punished for my behaviour!" The bubble bath was having the desired effect, and my head was starting to clear a little. Pete eyed me speculatively. "That's a valid point, you little brat. Well then, if I should be satisfied, what are you going to do about it?" "Take a shower with me." Reaching forward, I unplugged the tub and turned on the tap for the shower. Pete got in and pulled the curtain across, reaching to help me stand up. "Not that way." I said this as I allowed him to pull me up only to my knees, refusing to get the rest of the way to my feet. As the water from the shower beat down on his back, I took him in my mouth, licking around his head and sucking it hard. Throwing his head back, he moaned loudly and I smiled. I would surprise him this time; wrapping my arms around his thighs, I went to work on his cock, bobbing up and down on it and pushing forward until it gagged me. Pulling back up a little, I took a breath through my nose and pushed forward again, struggling to ignore my gag reflex. Swallowing frantically, I tried to relax my throat so that it would go in easier. But too soon I had to pull up for air, and I panted for a moment around his cock. "That's a good girl, precious. Much more and I'll fill that belly with my cum." This was all the encouragement I needed, knowing that I was pleasing him. Pushing forward again, I shoved and sucked hard, trying to bury my nose in his pubic hair. By swallowing, and with his hand on the back of my head pushing helpfully, I managed, though it cut off most of my oxygen. Grabbing my hair, he pulled me up before I could start to turn blue and let me get some air before he pushed me back down, thrusting up to meet me. One or two more thrusts like this, he lost control and pressed my face in hard against his crotch, burying my nose in his pubic hair as he came hard down my throat. I swallowed nearly every last drop this time, as he was in far enough that I couldn't spill. But as he finished, he pulled back out so that the final few drops landed on my lips. Pulling me to my feet, he kissed me hard before I got a chance to fully catch my breath, forcing his tongue as far as it would go into my mouth. "You are the perfect woman!" Pulling back from me, he turned so that the water was hitting both of us rather than just his back, and we cleaned up together, as would become our custom throughout our marriage. Both Shall Live Ch. 04 OhPossum's such a great editor. Here's the next chapter, for those who are looking for it. Much the same as last time, I'm quite sorry I've taken so long, as I do understand how having to wait for story chapters can get very frustrating. As always, voting/feedback welcome. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The first few months of college were such a rush! The dorms that Pete and I had been placed in were apartment style rooms. Each suite had a tiny bedroom, equally tiny bathroom and one main room that had a small kitchen and living area. We couldn't afford to get a bigger place off campus, but that was fine, since this was suitable for our needs. Pete had the foresight to buy some gags when he bought his toys, so we could even play without terrifying the neighbours. Every morning when I woke up, I went out for a run, as I always have. It was the only way I could face the day of studies before me; get up early and run until I couldn't run any more. Admittedly, I did make a point to avoid the football stadium, as I had a healthy fear of the place after my springtime encounter with that brute. Generally by the time I got back to the apartment, Pete was awake enough to shower with me, and we would grab something to take with us for breakfast as we went to our various classes. This routine was what got me accepted to the Track and Field team, actually. Running was something that I did for me, not for anybody else. As such, despite Pete's constant encouragement, I had not joined the team at my high school. To put it simply, I did not want to 'cater to the man', which I felt would ruin the fun involved for me. But one of the star runners was also the sort who ran early in the day, and when he saw me out running every morning without fail, he took notice and alerted the coach. Imagine my surprise when the coach approached me one morning as I was getting back from my run and demanded that I be at the track that afternoon following classes. For all that I had never wanted to run for sport, he made it so obviously an order that I didn't think to question him. After I agreed, he smiled and told me that the team needed a decent female for distance, and he looked forward to putting me through my paces. When I got back to our dorm. Pete was already up and waiting for me. "You were gone longer than usual today." Then he noticed the incredulous look on my face. "What's up, Dasi?" As we showered, I told him all about it, how the coach had stopped me out of the blue and just told me in no uncertain terms that I was to be at the track that evening after my final class. Given that he had caught me off guard, I had agreed and it looked like I had just joined the track and field team without even trying out. "I told you so, Dasi. I've been telling you so for years." Pete was over the moon about the matter, much more pleased than I myself was. For whatever reason, he thought I should get acknowledged for what I was good at, while I didn't care if anybody noticed or not. "I'll come around after my classes get out too and watch if you want me too." It didn't really matter to me, but I could tell that it was really important to him, so I nodded. "Sure." After all, what girl doesn't like it when their guy wants to watch them? At least I'd be sure there was a friendly face there, since the track was nerve wrackingly close to the football field that I had not been within 500 feet of yet. That afternoon at the track, the coach introduced me to my new teammates, and then made me show them why he had recruited me. While I would have much preferred to run away from all those eyes staring at me, I obeyed when he told me to take a lap, that he would be timing me. Being that I love running with quite a passion, I gave that lap my all. Once I was finished, I was enjoying myself so much that I took another lap just for the sheer joy of moving so fast, completely oblivious to the whistles and giggles that this prompted from the other members of the team. I was in my zone; nothing gets through to me when I'm running. When I finally came to a stop again, the rest of the team was instantly all over me. The attention flustered me, and I pretended to be more out of breath than I really was to try to distract them. But they simply wouldn't be put off. The time it had taken me to run the one lap of the track was a full 5 seconds less than the defending male champion. Everybody was very excited, as they all figured that our college had the season in the bag this year. Given that Football gets much more attention than Track does, we hadn't won for several years. After everything settled down, the coach welcomed me to the team, telling me to come to his office in the football stadium after practice was over. Every last bit of colour drained from my face at his statement, and I automatically glanced into the stands to see if Pete was there. Strangely, he wasn't. Being that he had been so excited at the idea of watching me practice, I wondered why not. Especially since I had to go into the football stadium after practice. I didn't want to go into that stadium at all, let alone by myself! But when practice was over, everybody headed for the changing rooms, not noticing my growing uneasiness. What if I ran into that thing again? What if he was nursing a grudge and wanted revenge? Pete wouldn't be around to save me this time. I sat in the changing rooms much longer than necessary, trying to work up the nerve to go to the Coach's office. Everybody else was long gone by the time I finally left the rooms in search of the Coach. With my arms wrapped around myself, I hummed a song that sounded brave and went to the Coach's office, trying to pretend that I was not frightened. When I found the room without trouble, and he was actually inside, I was relieved almost to the point of tears. But he was still on a high from discovering the fastest student he had ever taught, and thankfully didn't notice anything amiss. Handing me a schedule for the season, he gushed for a good 15 minutes before dismissing me. Leaving the stadium, I was considerably calmer. There had been nobody around when I came in, so I wasn't nearly as nervous. However, my nerves soon caught up with me when I heard noises coming from a room ahead. Picking up my speed to a brisk walk, I wanted to get out of the building before whomever it was came out of that room and found me, alone in the football stadium, well after most everybody else was gone. Maybe if I'd run I would have been fast enough. As it was, I was just reaching the changing room door as what looked like the entire football team trooped out, the first guy almost knocking me down. "Oh, sorry! Didn't see you there, sweetness." Looking up with wary eyes, I found his face and was relieved to see that it was some random guy that I didn't know. This didn't ease my fear completely, but the fact that it wasn't the guy from the past spring was enough to calm me a little. "That's alright, I was just leaving anyway." Ducking around him, I scanned the group of football players. Shit! The bloody bastard from the spring was standing not even three feet from me, and staring at me with a look of shock on his face. The shock was quickly replaced with undisguised hunger, a look that I recognized from my encounters with Pete. Ducking around the guy who had almost run into me, I continued for the exit, trying to speed walk as if I wasn't scared senseless as I left. The majority of the football players headed back in the direction I had come from, but demon football player told them that he'd catch up. "Hey, wait for me, my plump little vixen! We have some business we never finished attending to." Hearing these words come from his mouth made me whimper, and I started to run. In my panic I didn't notice where I was going, and as he lumbered after me, I made first one wrong turn, and then another. Why hadn't I made Pete take me to a different college!? After a few moments I discovered that I was lost. This stadium was bigger than I had realized, and I had no idea where the exits were. Then I heard him coming closer. Ducking into the only door in that hallway, I looked frantically for somewhere to hide. There was a nice cupboard in the corner, though it had a bunch of equipment in it. Squeezing myself inside, I pulled the door tight just as I heard the hated voice, "Come here, little vixen. You might be a good runner, but you can't hide forever. If you don't fight me, you might even enjoy it." I remained silent, hoping that he would just go away. There was no chance of anybody hearing me even if I did scream for help. We were at the wrong end of the stadium for his teammates to find us, and did I really want a hoard of his big sweaty friends coming along anyway? "She must have gone a different way." I heard his voice from right outside my cupboard, sounding frustrated. Apparently he thought it was filled with supplies, because he didn't check inside. "Oh well, I will find her. Stupid little girl, she can't hide from me forever." The sound of footsteps left the room and proceeded down the hallway until they faded from hearing. After a few minutes I worked up the nerve to leave my cupboard and slipped from the room, peering cautiously around the corner before proceeding to try to find my way from the building. But I have absolutely no sense of direction, and I was hopelessly lost. After a good 15 minutes of searching fruitlessly for the exit, I sat down against a wall, wishing that I'd brought my cell phone with me. Pete was going to be frantic when I didn't come back to the dorm! And when I finally did get back, he was going to be absolutely furious, not only with me for losing my head, but also with that foot ball player from hell for causing me to lose my head. After a few minutes I got back to my feet and started wandering again. Finally I found my way to what looked like an exit and went through it. Sure enough, I had found a way out of that stupid stadium, and damned if I was ever going back in again by myself! Before I could take off though, somebody grabbed my arm and pulled me sideways. How had I managed to find the one exit that the stupid football idiot would pick to wait by!? What had he done, picked the nearest exit to where he lost me and waited?! Seriously, what was it with my luck?? But we were outside, and I was not winded this time. Drawing in a deep breath, I went to shriek, only to find my mouth covered by his big, dirty hand. "Naughty girl, no screaming out here. Somebody might hear. You wouldn't want them to find you like this, would you?" I responded by trying to bite his hand, my terror causing me to struggle fruitlessly against the hand that was gripping my upper arm with as tight a grasp as it could get. I could almost feel the bruise forming underneath the pressure. Pulling me up so that I was against his chest, he carried me, kicking and writhing, back into the stadium and down a side corridor, ducking to a room that appeared to be a storage closet. Shoving me against the wall, he took his hand from my mouth. But before I could scream my fear and defiance at him, he slapped me harder than Pete ever had, stunning me. I would have fallen down if he hadn't been holding my arm as tightly as he was. "Stupid little bitch, your bastard boyfriend busted me up!" This time he slapped me across the other cheek so that my head whipped to the side. "You threw yourself at me! You were just asking to be taken, then that dumb fuck tried to kill me for it!" Each sentence was punctuated with a hard slap, and I went from trying to get away to simply trying to shield my face from his stinging blows. "I almost didn't make the team this year because of those injuries!" With that he grabbed me and pulled me up to his face, kissing me roughly, trying to force his tongue into my mouth. I tried by best to push him away, but I was nowhere near strong enough to budge him. Holding onto me, he kept kissing me as if he was trying to suck my soul from my body as he turned, and set me down on a vaulting horse that put me at an easy level for him to reach. Given that the vaulting horse was high enough that I would likely hurt myself if I fell off, I stopped fighting, hoping that if I didn't fight back he would lose interest. But this was no longer about a bit of fun for him; this was about revenge for both what had and had not happened in the spring. Feeling my resistance stop, he grabbed the front of my shirt and ripped it open, jerking my sports bra up over my head. But rather than remove it, he let it get tangled with my shirt and left them around my upper arms, so that they were trapped behind my body. "Let's see these, since I barely got a feel last time." Reaching forward, he squeezed my breasts roughly, causing me to cry out. "That's it little vixen, scream for me!" Twisting sharply, he kissed me again, sucking my tongue into his mouth as I tried to shriek in pain, biting down on it hard, causing me to start to sob. For all that Pete would beat me with his belt, or his hand, or his crop, he never went all out like this. From the mauling this over sized brute was giving my poor breasts, it felt like he was trying to pull them from my body, and it was agonizing in the extreme. But I could feel myself getting damp. My traitorous body was responding automatically to the pain, even if it wasn't pain that I wanted to enjoy. When he finally stopped kissing me, he jerked me from the vaulting horse and forced me to my knees. "You'd better not try to bite, or I might shove that baseball bat over there up your arse." Somehow I didn't doubt that he would, and I still hated anal with a passion. In fact, since that first time, Pete hadn't made me do it again, having decided to save that for a proper punishment tool. Pulling his pants down, the brute shoved his hairy cock at me. It was shorter than Pete's by a couple of inches, but the thickness more than made up for the lack in length. The look of panic on my face caused him to cackle. "Never seen a real man before, eh little vixen? Well, you'll never forget this bad boy, as he's going to violate each one of your holes before we're through in here." Slapping me with it hard, he shoved it into my mouth, pushing right past my gag reflex as if it wasn't there, and starting to fuck my mouth like it was the loosest pussy in the world. I spluttered around him, barely able to breathe, as my jaw felt like he was trying to break it off with the violence of his thrusts. "God, you've got a hot little mouth for such a plump little vixen!" Finally he pulled out and bent me across a pile of boxes in the corner. "Too bad I want to have more fun with you than just that, or I'd fill your stomach with my cum until you were bloated from it all." After the threat of the baseball bat, I had stopped moving altogether, terrified that he might follow through on it. So this made it easy enough for him to pull my shorts down and throw them hard, right into the middle of the mess in the room. "Good luck finding them when you want to leave, you little tramp." Ripping my panties from me, he buried his face in them. "Somebody's enjoying this!" Stuffing my sodden panties into my mouth, he reached around and grabbed my nipples hard. "Hold on tight little vixen, I'll give you a fucking like you've never had!" And with that, he slammed his whole cock into my pussy from behind, causing me to shriek unintelligibly around the panties in my mouth. The only reason it didn't hurt worse was because I had gotten desperately wet from his abuse. But as he pounded that horrid wide cock in and out of me without giving me time to adjust, the pain started to take over the pleasure. I twisted and moaned, unable to be still, sobbing as he pounded me. The pressure he was putting on my nipples felt like he was trying to flatten them with his bare hands, but the harder he pinched the harder they got, giving me enough pleasure to keep the pain from taking over my senses completely. After a few minutes, he jerked out of me and let go of my nipples, forcing me forward. Shoving his hand between my legs, he shoved three fingers up inside my pussy, drawing a shrill squeal from me. But he then removed them and rubbed them over my ass hole. "Remember what I said little vixen?" He leaned down to hiss evilly in my ear as he rubbed more of my juices over my ass hole. "All three holes! If we had played more nicely in the spring, you probably wouldn't have had to take it in ALL three, but I want to take this arse as payback and you can't do anything to stop me!" Positioning himself at my rear entrance, he thrust forward hard. I knew that I had no choice in this and tried my hardest to relax, but for all that I was still tensed in terror. "That's it, fight it off. That kinda pain'll teach ya to date crazy bastards who ruin my fun with cheeky little vixens!" Not taking the time to let me adjust at all, he thrust forward hard. I bore down, desperate to make it easier for him, as it felt like he was going to rip me in two. I figured that he had to be almost as thick as my wrist! Pete was nowhere near that thick and had only been inside my arse once, several months ago now! Moaning with vindictive pleasure, he kept shoving forward until he had the whole thing buried in me. I was limp with agony, sobbing with my head hanging and my arms still trapped behind me by my bra and ripped shirt. Grabbing my hips, he pulled back out, causing me to buck and howl despite myself. "Aww, such sweet music!" With those words, he started to ride my ass hard, pounding in and out as fast and hard as he could. The speed left him incapable of speech though, not that I'd have been able to hear him over my own screams as he churned my insides with more speed than I would have thought possible. After a few minutes of this, he buried himself again, grabbing onto my nipples. Pulling hard on my breasts, he started to cum in my arse. By the time he was done, I had begun to think that he was never going to stop. When he said that he would have dumped enough into my stomach that I would have been bloated, he wasn't lying. That was more in one load than Pete usually left in two. "Ah damn that was one fine piece of tail." I felt my arms freed as he pulled off my bra and now useless shirt. Wiping himself clean on the rag of a shirt, he stood over me for a moment, sighing a loud, contented sounding sigh. After a few moments of staring down at me, I heard a soft chuckle. "Uh-oh. I just realized that I think I need to take a leak." Before I even knew what was going on, he had it back in my arse as far as it would go. If I had thought that my arse was full before with just his cum, I felt certain that I would explode from the fullness when he finished now. Reaching around, he ripped my panties out of my mouth and stuffed most of them into my arse, laughing at me. "That way you won't waste a drop!" Dropping my shirt on my back, he pulled his pants back up. Leaning down to whisper in my ear, he gave me the warning that I didn't need to hear. "If you tell anybody about this, I'll find you some night and shove that bat so deep that they'll need to operate to get it out!" Slapping my ass as hard as he could, he walked from the room, leaving me across the boxes, sobbing in helpless misery and barely conscious. Pete actually was quite frantic by this time. His last class had gone late, and he had missed getting to the track to see his Dasi run. So instead, he decided to surprise her at the dorm with her favourite Chinese food, but she didn't get back. By 7 pm, he had moved past annoyed to down right alarmed. Going to the track showed that nobody was there, and he had no idea where the coach's office might be. Wandering the campus grounds in search of her, it was quickly getting dark, and he was starting to panic. Dasi was never this late! Where was she?! He searched the grounds frantically, joined now by one his buddies who had happened to be out and about to notice his distress.