9 comments/ 48347 views/ 25 favorites Claiming Myka By: randemwriter Jason watched the girl walking slowly down the sidewalk. Her name was Myka Roberts and she was eighteen years old. He knew this because he was friends with her step-father who often lamented on the hopelessness of "that weird kid". The girl was brilliant, but painfully shy. As far as her step-father knew she'd only been on two dates, both ending in tears. She was a junior in college, having graduated high school early, but she was so socially inept, that her step-father was afraid she'd end up living with him forever. The strange thing was, if you could look past the shapeless clothes and the mousy posture, the girl was stunningly beautiful. She had long, silver blonde hair, and pale, luminescent skin with very large eyes that changed from dark blue to violet depending on the light. Jason had been obsessing about her from the moment he met her. And he was finally going to take everything he'd always wanted. He slowed his car along side her now, and hit the button to lower the passenger window. "Hey, Myka! Need a ride?" She jumped when he called her name, then blushed and smiled shyly when she saw who he was. "It's okay Mr Reed. It's not that far." "Don't be silly. I have to pick up some files from your dad anyway. Get in." Chewing her bottom lip, Myka hesitated. It was clear she was uncomfortable, but reluctant to be rude. Finally she shrugged and climbed in. Jason reached over and patted her shoulder, causing her to flinch. "Good girl," he said with a grin. Slowly he let his hand slide down her arm to grip her wrist. She was a tiny girl, barely five feet tall, and the bones of her wrist were as delicate as a bird's. He gave her wrist a hard squeeze before letting go and pulling the car into traffic. Glancing over, Jason could see a clear red imprint of his hand on her pale skin. It would bruise, he knew, but she ignored it, staring out the window as if he hadn't touched her. Gently he caressed her cheek as he drove, then traced her lips with his thumb. She didn't try to pull away, but she didn't acknowledge his touch either, other than trembling slightly. "Such a sweet girl," Jason murmured. Driving with one hand, he began to explore the young girl with the other, stroking her face, her arm, her thigh. He brushed his hand across her breasts through her t-shirt and she jumped, though he didn't linger there. A block from her house, he lifted the hem of her over-sized t-shirt and deftly unbuttoned her jeans one handed. As he slid a finger inside the band of her panties she grabbed his wrist with both hands. "Don't," she whispered. "Myka, I didn't say you could touch me." Jason spoke quietly, but firmly. "Take your hands away." She let go slowly, moving her hands to her sides. He unzipped her jeans. "That's a good girl." Jason pulled into the girl's drive, and at the same time, shoved his hand into her panties, all the way down between her legs, cupping her sex roughly. She whimpered and tears stained her cheeks, but she made no further move to stop him. "You're so beautiful, Myka. I've wanted you for a long time. I know your parents are out of town, so this is what is going to happen. We're going inside, and we're going to have ourselves a date. If I have a good time, maybe we'll have more dates in the future. If I don't have a good time... well, let's not talk about unpleasant things. Now," Jason moved his hand away, "leave your pants undone. Get out of the car, and don't hold them up when you walk. Let's go." Jason got out of the car and strode to the front door of his friend's suburban home. When he reached the door, he turned to find the girl just getting out of his car. She slammed the car door and took one awkward step toward him. He grinned in delight as her baggy jeans slid down to puddle around her ankles. She nearly tripped, but managed to regain her balance without falling. For a moment she just stood there with a horrified expression on her lovely face. She bent as if to pull her jeans up, but when her eyes met Jason's glare she straightened quickly. Instead she tugged her t shirt down far enough to cover her panties and shuffled as quickly as she could to the porch. As far as Jason could tell, there was no one else around to see her, but she didn't even try to see. She had her keys in hand, and when she got to the door, she pushed past him in a rush, darting into the house. She stood just inside the door, looking so adorably lost, that Jason wanted to take her right there. Instead he took her keys and book bag and tossed them in a corner. Then he took her by the elbow and pulled her along with him into the living room. "To show you what a nice guy I am, I won't spank you for covering yourself with your shirt." He smiled. "I will explained each rule once, before I punish you for breaking it. That's fair, right? Right??" He shook her roughly by the arm. "Y..yes sir!" Myka squeaked. Jason nodded. "However in the future, you will NEVER try to cover yourself when a man is looking at you. You exist to be looked at, fondled and fucked. You don't pull away, or cover up, or say no, EVER. Are we very, very clear on that, Myka?" Tears were streaming from those amazing eyes, but she nodded. "Myka?" She whimpered, but answered in a rough whisper. "We're clear." "Sir," Jason said, with a grin, tapping her nose with a finger. "Remember your manners." "We're clear, sir." "That's my good girl. Now there's just the matter of your rudeness on the porch. You practically knocked me down getting into the house. And that was the second time you touched me without my permission. Sweetie, I'm afraid I can't just let that slide." Jason pulled the girl over to one wall. "I want you to bend forward until you nose is touching the wall. That's right. Now, lock your hands behind your head. Spread your legs a bit more, there you go, good girl." It was an obviously awkward position. She was just far enough from the wall to make balance an issue. She had to lean forward on her toes to keep her nose against the wall. He tugged her panties down to her knees. She sobbed, and shook but did nothing he could take as protest. Jason was unsure if he was pleased or disappointed. She had a lovely ass, but the damned t shirt hid the curve of her back. He solved the problem by having her unlace her hands long enough for him to hook the back of her shirt over her head. "I think a 15 minute time out is a pretty lenient punishment for rudeness, don't you, Myka?" Choking back a sob, she answered, "Yes, sir. Th..thank you, for being lenient, Mr. Reed." Her voice was only slightly muffled by the shirt pulled down over her face. Jason traced his hand down her back, feeling her tremble. She had the most beautiful skin, flawless white flushed pink now with her humiliation. It was too lovely to keep his hands off, so Jason explored her freely. "So soft," he moaned. Suddenly he pinched one ass cheek sharply, making her cry out. "So sensitive to pain, and so easy to mark." He smiled as he admired the bright red whelp his pinch had made. "You really are a treasure, Myka." Jason sighed. "But I'm distracting you from your punishment. While you're in time out, I'm going to have a drink and get those papers I need from your dad. Do not move." Myka listened as Mr Reed poured himself a drink at the bar across the room. Then she heard him moving down the hall, towards her dad's study, she assumed. She had time, maybe, to jerk her pants up and make a dash for the door. She might even make it across the street to Mrs Hampton's house before he could catch her. Sure, and then what? Call her parents? The police? What would she tell them? That the man she'd had a crush on since she was fourteen spoke to her one minute as if she were the most beautiful creature in the world and the next as if she were a child tracking mud through the house? Could she convince anyone this was not what she wanted, when she'd moved her hands away to let him shove his into her panties? Were there witnesses that saw her walk, pants around her ankles, into the house with him, rather than running away? Could she explain why, even now, she struggled to keep her nose against the wall, despite the growing strain in her calves and back and shoulders. Everything was just so jumbled. She was terrified of Mr Reed, at the same time she was desperate for his approval. She honestly felt that at any moment she could die from shame. She was practically naked; she truly hated being this exposed. But the way he'd touched her had set her on fire. She wanted to crawl away and hide. She wanted him never to come back. She wanted him to see what a good girl she was being. She thought again about running away, listening intently for his return. She shifted to try to relieve the strain on her back, lost her balance and took a step back from the wall to keep from falling. With a panicked whimper she quickly forced herself back onto her toes, praying he hadn't seen her slip. Jason stood in the hallway watching. He saw her stumble, and he saw how quickly she got back into position. He moved back into the room and took a seat on the sofa. He was certain she knew he was there, but she kept her place. As the minutes crept by, her effort became apparent. A sheen of sweat covered her body and her legs were visibly quivering. Her breath came in short pants. When the time was finally up, he approached her slowly, wanting to savor every moment. He reached between her legs with one hand, not surprised to find her wet with more than sweat. He'd always known she'd been made just for him. "Oh my," he murmured in her ear, "what a dirty little girl you must be. Are you enjoying being punished?" "No, sir," she said, her voice tight. "No, you're not, are you? Are you in pain?" "Yes, sir." She choked back a sob. "And yet you're so wet. Why is that?" "I...I don't know, sir." "I'll tell you, then. You're wet, because I wish it. I am going to fuck you. You know this, so your body is wet for me. The only reason for your existence is to give me pleasure. Your mind may not accept that yet, but your body does, and it's ready for me. You may turn around now." Groaning with relief, Myka straightened and turned. She kept her hands behind her head and her shirt was over her face. "Take off your shirt, and bra. I want to see your tits." When the shirt came off, the girl's face was flaming, and tears streaked her cheeks, but she didn't hesitate. She threw the shirt aside and reached behind her to unfasten her bra. It slid off and landed at her feet. She quickly moved her hands back to her head. Jason moaned aloud. She had beautiful breasts, nice big handfuls, seemingly enormous on her tiny frame. She had long upturned nipples just made for him to torture. "Have you always kept your cunt bald?" Jason asked, suddenly curious about such a shy girl's hairless pussy. If possible she blushed even redder. "Yes sir. Since I started shaving my legs. My mother said all girls do." Jason smiled. Of course, he should have known Larry's wife would be well trained. They were friends because they had things in common, after all. But for the life of him, Jason couldn't understand why his friend had never shown an interest in his step-daughter. She wasn't his kid, but maybe it had something to do with raising her since she was eight. Jason didn't get it. But whatever, his friend's loss, his gain, and all that. "All good girls do, she's right about that." Jason stepped back to the sofa and sat down. "Take the rest of your clothes off. We'll have to do something about your wardrobe, if we're going to have a future, but for now you'll have to stay naked. Clothes should enhance a woman's body, not hide it." She managed to get her shoes, and socks, pants and panties off without falling. That was the best he could say for her striptease. "Myka. Have you listened to anything I've said to you?" She flinched as if struck. "Yes sir. I... I've done everything you've said!" "Yes, obedience is crucial. But I don't want a robot, I want you." Jason sighed. "Myka, tell me why you exist." She looked away and bit her lip. "Myka!" "I... exist to be looked at and touched, sir, and... and f..fucked." The girl was obviously terrified and making no effort to control her tears. "In other words, you exist to please men. To please me, since I'm claiming you. Your every thought, when I'm with you, should be about how to give me pleasure. Every movement you make, every word you say, every expression on your face should be calculated to best please me. You should be hyper-attuned to my moods. You need to study my body language for clues, know what I want before I know it myself. Of course you're not to touch me unless I allow it, but within the confines of the rules, you should seek out opportunities to delight me, surprise me, entice me. It is your only purpose." "Mr Reed, I don't know how to do that. I.. I don't know anything." Jason sighed. "I know, sweetheart. I'm going to teach you. But it's the attitude that's the most important thing. As long as my pleasure is more important than anything else in the world to you, I can forgive a few mistakes. Just keep telling yourself that I am all that matters. Your own pain or pleasure, any wants or needs you may have, only matter if they serve me in some way." "I... I can remember that, Mr Reed." "That's my good girl. Now, come closer and kneel in front of me." She knelt slowly on the hardwood floor facing Jason as he sat on the sofa. "Spread your knees as far apart as you possibly can." She opened her knees, but Jason grunted sourly. She was deliciously compliant, but she needed to show more eagerness. He gripped a lovely tit in one hand, digging his fingers into the soft flesh until she cried out. "Myka, I said as far apart as you possibly can. I hate repeating myself." She shifted spreading her knees wider. "Not good enough, girl." He tightened his hand into a claw tunneling into her left breast. "When you're spread so wide that you're hurting yourself more than I am hurting you, I'll believe you're trying." This time he could see the muscles of her inner thighs quivering with strain. Her body was coated in sweat, and her breathing was harsh, labored. Jason released her tit and patted her head. "There's my good girl. Now, put your arms to your sides, and lean forward until your tits and face are pressed into the floor. Lift your ass higher, really smash those tits in the floor. Mm mm... perfect." It was an utterly degrading pose, and Jason loved it. Not only was she opened completely to him, but were he to fuck her in this position, her face would be smearing across the floor, further demonstrating her abasement. Jason was tempted to circle the kneeling girl, view her from every angle, but he was afraid the temptation to rape her now would overwhelm him. And despite her passivity, she wasn't ready for that yet. He needed to draw this out, ride the line between mere coercion and outright force. The last thing he wanted was for her to freak out to the point of actually fighting him. It was a razor's edge he was walking, balancing the girl's oh so delicious terror against her natural passivity. He had taken girls by force before, and while it could be sweet, nothing compared to making a girl complicit in her own debasement. The less she defied him, the easier it would be to twist her into believing she had wanted this, deserved this. And she had to believe if she were ever truly going to belong to him. "Myka, this is pose 1. I enjoy this pose, not only because of its beauty in line and form, the pained muscles, the delicate curve of the back, but also because it blatantly displays two of your fuck holes while hiding your face. In other words, by assuming this pose, you tell me that you know you are not a person, merely an object with which I may pleasure my cock. It is also one of my favorite poses for whipping bad little girls." Jason smiled as listened to the girl's quiet sobbing. "Now bring your elbows under your shoulders, push up... rest the weight of your upper body on your elbows. Good girl. Touch your heels to your ass. Find your balance... very nice." Jason patted her head, murmuring to her softly when she flinched at his touch. "You're doing very well, Myka. I'm very proud of you." Jason continued to stroke her hair as he soothed her. He had pushed her hard, and he'd barely gotten started. He needed to give her just a moment to adjust. "Mm... yes, Myka is such a good girl. Lift your chin, but keep your eyes lowered. That's my sweet girl. You're so beautiful." Jason gently wiped tears from the girl's cheeks. "Now, Myka, this is pose 2. It's your crawling pose. I love this, because it makes crawling so difficult. It proves to me, again, that you know you are less than human. You demonstrate inch by painful inch as you crawl that you are willing to suffer to please me." "I want you to crawl to the fireplace and back to me. Keep your knees very wide as you crawl, and don't let your feet or hands touch the floor. Keep your chin up, and your eyes down. If your chin drops, or your hands or feet touch the floor, you must return to me and begin again. And Myka, by return to me, I think you know I mean crawl as you are. Now, go." She made it less than two feet on her first try, causing Jason to laugh loudly in delight. She was trying to go quickly, get it over with, and she was actually making it harder for herself. She back up to him and started again, this time falling on her face with her first "step". Jason stroked her hair. "Slowly, girl. The goal isn't to get there and back. The goal is to please me. Concentrate on being perfect for me, on keeping your chin high, on keeping yourself spread open for me as you crawl. Let your tits bounce and sway. Take the pain in your elbows and knees, the pain in your back and legs and make it an offering to me. Try to imagine how much pleasure your suffering is giving me. Now, try again." This time she did much better. She made it to the fireplace, but lost her balance while turning and caught herself with her feet. She let out a wail, and collapsed in a sobbing heap on the floor. Jason let her cry herself out. It took a good ten minutes, but finally the girl began to quiet. Jason took a box of tissues from a corner table and approached the girl. He combed her hair back from her face with his fingers and wiped her tears with a tissue. Then he wiped her nose, kissed her forehead and returned to his seat. He tossed the box and the damp tissues on the table, leaned back and crossed his legs. "Here, Myka," he called softly. She flinched and whimpered, but she pushed herself back into her crawling pose, careful to spread her knees very wide apart, and began to make her slow way back to him. The view of her return trip was every bit as spectacular as watching her ass moving away from him. Her large tits swayed back and forth, bouncing, nipples scraping the floor as she crawled. Her pain was clearly marked on her lovely face, those incredible eyes red with crying, already pooling again with new tears. It had to be killing her, crawling like that on this hard wooden floor. Jason's cock was raging in his pants. She made it back to him without incident, and he stroked her face, lovingly. "Now, show me how much you want to make me happy, Myka. Be perfect for me." And she was. She kept her cunt lifted and opened to him as she crawled away, ass swaying enticingly. She turned slowly, carefully and made her slow, slow way back to him. She was crying out with each "step" by the time she was half way to him, but she never faltered. Jason lifted her onto his lap and she collapsed against him. "Thank you, Myka," he said kissing her lips tenderly. "That was so beautiful. Are you ready to learn pose 3 now?" Claiming Myka Ch. 02 Jason cleaned up quickly, and took a moment to compose himself before returning to the living room. He'd gotten carried away, with his cock down her tight little throat. He was too large for that much violence; he could have seriously damaged her. He had to be more careful. He'd waited too long to ruin it now. She was huddled in a corner of the room, arms around her knees, hugging herself into a sobbing ball. Jason heaved a sigh of relief. This was more like it. The way she'd fought to get more of his cock down her throat, choking herself on it, even when he tried to let her breathe had frightened him. He'd loved it, sure. It felt amazing. But he wanted a sweet little girl, terrified but obedient. One eager to please him out of fear and awe, not a shameless whore out to satisfy her own greedy lust. Jason walked to the sofa and looked down at the drying smear of jizz. So, she had broken in the midst of licking his cum from the floor. Jason went to stand over the girl. He grabbed a handful of that silver blonde hair and pulled her head up. He slapped her hard across the face. Her eyes, those amazing violet eyes, flew wide open, staring up at him in shock. "Lower your eyes!" he demanded harshly. He let go of her hair and barked "Myka! Pose 1!" She flinched as if he'd struck her again. She got to her knees, slowly spread her legs until she grunted with the strain, then lowered her face and tits to the floor, ass raised high in the air. "Myka," Jason said quietly, "tell me the purpose of pose 1." "P..pose 1 is...is to show you...show you that I know I'm not a... a human being." Her voice, hoarse from swallowing his massive cock, was also somewhat muffled by having her face pressed into the floor, and by her sobbing. "Speak louder, girl. If you are not a human, what are you?" "Holes, sir, h..holes to be f...fucked." She spoke louder, but her voice still sounded off. He supposed her throat must be swollen. "Yes, Myka. Now, you're not stupid. So I want you to think. Think about when I had my cock in that hole in your face. I was using that hole to pleasure my cock, which is, after all, its purpose, and my right. You were a very naughty girl. Naughty to the point of distracting me from my pleasure. So, tell me what you did wrong." She was silent for a long moment, though Jason was certain she knew exactly how she'd fucked up. "Um...I.." "Not 'I'," Jason interrupted. "Humans say 'I', Myka." "M..m...myka, Myka tried to...she... she wanted to... to swallow all of you, Mr Reed. She... she pulled against you, and she tried to take more than you were offering, sir." "Yes, Myka, like some dirty whore. Are you a whore, Myka? Should I pay you now?" "No! No sir, I...Myka is a good girl!" "Is she really? A good girl would have been grateful to take what was offered. A good girl would have been thinking about my pleasure not her own. Were you thinking about my pleasure at all, Myka?" "No. No, sir. I... Myka thought she was going to die. Myka thought you were going to kill her, sir, and she wanted all of you. And then...and then she wasn't thinking at all, she..she just needed it, sir, had to have more and more. Myka is so sorry sir. Please don't hurt Myka, Mr Reed!" Jason reached and stroked the girl's round little ass. "Listen to me, Myka. You are my property now. I own you. Just like my house or my car. I don't go around destroying my own property, Myka. I would not have killed you. "But," he added, "it was my choice. If someday I decide to beat you to death, you'll have no say in it. Your preferences, your opinions, mean nothing to me. I don't care that you enjoyed my cock in your face. I only care that I enjoyed it, and that you distracted me from my pleasure." "Please, Mr Reed, please don't h..hurt M..m..myka. Myka is sorry for being bad, sir. Myka will do better! Please Mr Reed!" "Tell me the second purpose for pose 1, Myka," Jason said in gentle voice. The girl sniffed loudly. "To..to punish naughty little girls, sir." "And you were a bad little girl, weren't you?" "Y..yes sir." "So we have to make this right. The only way to make a bad girl good again is to punish her. I don't like naughty girls, Myka. Unfortunately I didn't wear a belt today. Pick something in this room I could use to punish you appropriately. Remember, ignoring my pleasure for your own is about the worst offense I can imagine. So I don't think a newspaper is going to do the trick." "Myka, I'm waiting," Jason chided after more than a minute's wait. "Have you thought of something?" "Yes sir, but...Myka is afraid, sir." "Tell me." "Sir, look...look in the drawer... bottom drawer of the bookshelf." Jason stepped over and opened the drawer she'd indicated. He grinned. The drawer was full of an assortment of power cords, USB cables, extension cords, connecting cables of a dozen types and lengths. "Ah, baby. This is perfect." Jason took out a black, six foot simple extension cord and unraveled it. He folded the cord in half, and wrapped the two ends around his right fist, leaving about two feet of the looped end dangling free. Without preamble, he moved to the kneeling girl and swung the make-shift whip at her exposed cunt. She screamed. There was no drama, no artifice in the scream, just pure agony. Jason felt his cock lurch back to life. He snagged her t-shirt from the floor and pulling her head up by her hair, he shoved it in her mouth. "We don't want the police interrupting our date, do we, sweetheart?" Jason laughed and then began the whipping in earnest. He concentrated most of the lashes across her cunt lips, but he also striped her ass and thighs and lower back. She screamed and screamed, gripping her hands into small fists. But she never broke her pose, never tried to dodge a blow. Frankly, Jason was amazed. Her luminous white skin was a mass of red welts, some beading tiny drops of blood before he was done. He had not lied about the gravity of her offense. He loved her, was absolutely obsessed with possessing her, but he was dead serious about his pleasure always coming first. He was making damned sure she took it seriously too. Finally he stepped back to catch his breath. God, she was beautiful. "Myka, tell me the purpose of pose 3." She had to spit out her shirt to answer. "For you to enjoy Myka's tits, sir." Her voice, already hoarse, sounded painfully cracked after all that screaming. "In pose 3 Myka is nothing except her tits. She doesn't move, she makes no sound. She is just tits for your amusement, sir." "Very good, baby. Show me pose 3, Myka." The girl raised up, keeping her knees widely spread she eased her ravaged bottom onto her heels. The pain of sitting on her welts brought a flood of fresh tears. She locked her arms behind her back, pulling her elbows close. Muscles quivering with strain, she lifted her chin and lowered her eyes respectfully. "These tits are really amazing, baby," Jason whistled. "I think this one is my favorite." He gripped her left breast, where his fingers had made dark bruises in her white flesh. "Or maybe you're just prettier with my marks on you." Jason stepped back and brought the cord sharply across the tops of both of her big tits, making them bounce and flop, and bringing a gasp, quickly suppressed, from her lips. Jason backhanded the girl across the mouth, knocking her to the floor. She scramble quickly back into position, her eyes huge with terror. As soon as she was in place he brought the cord down straight across her nipples. She grunted with pain, and he knocked her down with another backhanded blow. Again she scrambled back into her kneeling pose. Again he struck her proffered tits with the cord. She screamed aloud, and again he knocked her down. This time he rained angry blows down on her as she tried to move back into position. When she had her tits thrust painfully towards him, he concentrated the blows there, landing as many as he could directly on her nipples. She made not a sound. She kept her big titties thrust out for him, and he made them dance with each blow. When they were a mass of red welts, with hardly any white skin showing at all, Jason stopped. "Remarkable," he murmured. "Now, sweetie, relax your thighs, just a bit. Rest your hands on your knees and bow your head. There's my good girl. Pose 5 is your default pose. It is for conversation, for your lessons, for relaxing. With my permission, and ONLY with my permission, you may raise your face enough to look about or watch television, or use your hands to eat or drink. You are free to address me while in this pose, without specific permission. Now. Do you have anything you would like to say to me, Myka?" "Myka is sorry she was bad, Mr Reed. She tried not to make noise in pose 3, sir." "No. No more about that. Your punishment is over; all is forgiven." "Th...thank you, sir." "You're very welcome, Myka. Is there anything else?" "Myka needs to use the restroom, Mr Reed." "Fine. Take a shower as well. No hot water. You will only use hot water when I deem it a special occasion. Dry your hair, no makeup. Then come to your room. I'm going to go through your things, let you know what you can keep and what you need to get rid of." "Yes, Mr Reed." "But first, I will still need you to clean this floor. I think pose 2 should work well for the task." Jason watched blissfully as the girl struggled to balance on elbows and knees while lapping his dried cum from the floor. This was turning out to be a perfect day. When Myka slipped into her bedroom, freshly scrubbed and still chilled from the cold shower, she went to her knees just inside the door. The soft carpet of her bedroom was like heaven after the hardwood floor of the living room. He was going through her closet, tossing most of her clothes into a pile in the floor. Her dresser drawers were mostly opened, and mostly empty, their contents likely at the bottom of that quickly growing pile. It wasn't just clothes he was tossing either. The posters from her walls were in that pile, the magazines from her nightstand, the pillows from her bed of all things! Taking a deep breath, Myka assumed the position Mr Reed had called pose 5. She bowed her head, looking at nothing but the floor between her knees and waited for him to notice her. It was an acknowledgment, she knew. An acceptance of his right to so callously paw through her things, discarding what he didn't approve. If she were really his possession, as he claimed, then he certainly did have the right. But was she? There was something very seductive about the idea. To do only what one was told. No decisions to make, no need to stress over fitting in. No more being the weird one, or the smart one, or the awkward one. To be only what he said, do only what he said. It would be so simple. Not easy, no... never easy, but simple. But was it what she wanted? She didn't want the pain, she knew that. The whipping had been worse than anything she'd imagined. The thought of ever suffering something like that again caused a gibbering panic to start building in her mind. And the humiliation of posing in these obscene positions for him was almost as horrible in its own way. She was such a private person, and he stripped all privacy away. Something heavy landed on the pile in the floor, but Myka didn't look. She knew it was a textbook. What else could it be? So he disapproved of her studies. Just one class or... no, another heavy thud and another and another landed in the pile. No more college then. What was she if she wasn't the smart one, the brilliant child? Suddenly he was sitting on the floor in front of her, gripping her hands tightly. She realized tears were streaking her cheeks. God, was there ever going to be a time when she wasn't crying?? "This is difficult for you, I know," he was speaking softly, in that kind, soothing voice that hid all the cruelty behind it. "But you aren't this person anymore." His gesture took in the pile that was her life. "You aren't ANY person anymore. You are mine now, my pet, my slave, my THING. "You're mind is racing, I know. You're trying desperately to decide if you can handle this. If this life with me is even something you want. But that doesn't matter." He brushed away a tear with his thumb, then smoothed back her hair from her face. "Listen to me, Myka. I WANT you. What you want just doesn't matter. I've dreamed of this day since I first met you. Waiting until you turned 18 was the hardest thing I've ever done. Don't you think I've suffered enough? Please, tell me you don't want me to suffer, Myka." "I...Myka doesn't want you to suffer, sir." "Then remember that, baby. Hold to the thought that this is not about you. This is about making me happy. Now, go find some trash bags and start bagging this junk. I'll take it by the recycling plant when I go." When he was done, Myka knelt once more in the doorway to her room. The walls were bare, other than the curtains. The bed was there, covered now with only a sheet. Her TV and computer he'd not touched. He'd left a few books, mostly kid's books from her childhood, a few others he had approved. Her pajamas were all gone, and all of her underwear. Her closet was empty, except for three summer dresses that he'd actually said he liked. Her few keepsakes and photos were in a box in the hallway. She was to give those to her mother. The bags containing the rest of her old life were now in the trunk of his car. She'd carried them out wearing only a t-shirt... which she threw in last, before darting back into the house. Mr Reed was lying across her bed, resting. He looked at her and smiled. Somehow she knew what he wanted. She crawled to him on knees and elbows as he'd taught her and then knelt in pose 3 very close to the bed so that he didn't have to reach far to fondle her. She very nearly screamed when he brushed his fingers over her nipples. Her skin was so raw, the slightest touch felt like a hot coal being raked across her flesh. She wasn't going to be able to take this, she knew it. The pain was too much. It was almost like being beaten all over again. He pinched a nipple between his fingers, and Myka started to shake. She could feel the panic rising. The pain, the effort of holding still for this torture, was too much. Inside her head she was already screaming, gibbering like a madwoman. Suddenly her eyes caught the movement of his other hand. It was unzipping his pants. He took out that monstrous dick and slowly began to stroke himself. Myka watched as if spellbound. All the screaming panic began to fade to white noise. She could still feel the agony of his touch, it was still a struggle not to scream as he twisted and pulled her nipple. But the evidence of his pleasure was right in front of her. He was loving this! She was watching him grow harder by the second! Abruptly he stood up and walked out of the room, only to return a few seconds later with a bottle of lotion from the bathroom across the hall. Then he sat on the side of her bed, a leg to each side of her, and upended the lotion bottle over her chest. The cold lotion seemed to both irritate and sooth her burning flesh. He smeared the cold goo around a bit, before grabbing a nipple with each hand, tugging on them. "Up, girl," he commanded. Myka quickly straightened, leaning forward as he seemed to want. Mr Reed placed his thick rod between her tits and tightly squeezed them around himself. Myka bit back a scream. "Fuck me," he ordered. Myka slid her body along that incredible shaft as he kneaded her tortured breasts, using them to massage his cock. The cold lotion heated quickly, and her pain skyrocketed. His moans and the slapping of flesh on flesh competed with the screaming madness in her mind. This was agony... she couldn't be doing this! "Faster, baby!" Mr Reed moaned. "Come on, girl, really bounce those titties!" Myka began to mover faster and faster. Her big welted boobs flopped wildly over his cock as she screamed, no longer able to ride the pain in silence. He squeezed them tighter and tighter over his cock, humping her chest as she fucked him. Finally he let go of her tits and grabbed her hair in one hand and his cock in the other. Pumping fast, he sprayed his cum into her face, moaning loudly. Then he wiped his cock with her hair and leaned back on his arms. She stayed up on her knees with her arms locked behind her. She could feel his spunk dripping down her cheeks and onto her ravaged chest. "You are so fucking beautiful," he said. He pulled his cellphone from his pocket and snapped off a couple of pictures. Myka continued to sob quietly. "Just something to show off to the guys at work." "I had a great time today, Myka," Mr Reed said. "I knew I would. I want you to know, this wasn't just a one time thing for me. I'm fixing up a place for you at my house. I just want to talk to your dad first. He's my friend, and I can't just kidnap his daughter. I'll come by tomorrow with some new things for you. I'll talk to him then. I guess he'll be home in an hour or so, and you can tell him whatever you want. See you tomorrow, baby." Claiming Myka "Yes... yes sir," "That's my sweetheart. I want you to kneel again, but sit back on your heels." The girl climbed off his lap and went to her knees with a hiss of pain. She hesitated a moment, but spread her knees wide before he could tell her. He patted her head approvingly and smiled when she inched her thighs even wider until they quivered visibly. "So lovely," Jason murmured. "Now grab your elbows behind your back, and try to pull them together. That's it, make your tits thrust out to me. Careful now, precious, I want you to strain, but pull too hard and you can dislocate a shoulder. I don't want that. Lovely. Now, chin up, keep your eyes lowered, be respectful now. Good girl." "Okay, Myka, this is pose 3. Primarily I use this pose for enjoying your tits. I love playing with a girl's tits when I'm watching sports, or doing work from home, talking on the phone, whatever. Again, don't expect me to think of you as a person, or actually to notice you at all. You're a set of tits. Something to keep my hands busy when my mind is on something else. "More than any other time, I expect absolute silence from you when you're in pose 3. Do nothing to distract me or draw attention to yourself. Even if I'm using this as a punishment pose and whipping your tits bloody, YOU WILL BE SILENT. Nod if we are very clear." Myka nodded and a tear dripped from her cheek to land on her bruised left breast. Jason stifled a moan, but couldn't help leaning forward to lick her offering from her skin. "Now, raise you ass off your heels. Kneel up very straight. Keep your arms as they are, and open your mouth wide. Stick out your tongue. This is pose 4. It's reserved for when you've been a very good girl and earned a special reward." Jason stood and unzipped his pants. Myka had been fascinated by Mr Reed for years, and not because he was a nice man. Part of it was that he was gorgeous, that wavy brown hair, and nearly black eyes, so tall and masculine. She'd always know he was a cruel man. And she'd overheard enough conversations between he and her dad to know his attitude toward women. The way he'd watched her since she was a kid was both terrifying and thrilling. So, yes, Myka had know from the beginning what this "date" was all about. He'd been very honest from the first. He was going to fuck her; he'd said it. But when he pulled his penis from his pants not an inch from her open mouth, she very nearly screamed. She thought she'd been afraid all along. After all, he'd hurt her, degraded her, dehumanized her, and always with vague threats of worse to come. But she'd also been aroused as never before in her life. Even with her muscles still cramping from his "poses" and the nightmare crawl across the floor, even with the bruises and his talk of whipping her, it had been a controlled fear. She realized that now. She had believed she could get away, if she had really wanted. If what he was doing to her ever became more frightening than talking about it to strangers, she could just run away. But if she could wait it out, and he really did fuck her... well, it was what she had dreamed about for years, wasn't it? Even the pain and the shame were just so very erotic! But now his cock was less than an inch from her protruding tongue, and she knew she was damned. It was monstrously huge, as thick as her wrist and as long as her forearm. The head looked like a small fist. It looked like a weapon. It was the most terrifying and the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen. He would kill her if he tried to fuck her with that thing, and she knew without a doubt she'd die willingly. He held that rod in his fist and wiped the head across her tongue. Myka gasped her first breath since he'd revealed himself. She heard a strange mewling sound and knew it was coming from her, but she couldn't seem to stop. Her heart was pounding a hundred miles an hour in her chest, and she very much feared she might pass out. He traced her open lips with his cock, then rested the tip on her outstretched tongue. The weight of it astounded her. He slid his hand down the length of it, then back up... slowly stroking himself. Myka felt a drop of salty, musky liquid drip onto her tongue and for a moment everything went dark. A hand, tangled in her hair with a tight jerk brought her back to the moment. 'My God,' Myka thought, 'I just SWOONED!' It was a corny, out-dated term, but it certainly fit. She felt the wet slap of his thick tool against her cheeks, first one, then the other. "Are you with me, baby?" he asked gently. Myka tried to nod, but his grip in her hair stopped her. She cleared her throat and answered. "Yes, sir, I'm here." "Good girl. I'm going to give you a little more now. Just keep your jaws very wide open, and concentrate on not letting your teeth touch me. If I feel teeth, I'm going to punish you severely." The monster filled her mouth until she thought her jaws would crack. The strain, coupled with the fear of hurting him with her teeth kept her alert. It was the only thing keeping her from fainting again. The taste, the feel, the smell of him was utterly overwhelming. "Good girl, that's my sweet girl." he moaned as he used his grip in her hair to adjust the angle of her head. "A little more now, baby." He rocked his hips, and she jerked as his enormous cock slammed into the back of her throat, cutting off her breath. She fought panic as he moaned loudly and thrust another inch down her throat. She felt her throat convulsing around him, gagging, her chest heaving vainly for breath. "Oh, fuck yeah, that's it," he groaned. "Choke on it, baby. Holy shit that feels amazing! A little more, baby, and I'll let you breath. Just a little more." He thrust his hips and at the same time, shoved her head down roughly over him. The monster slid into her another two, maybe three inches, Myka thought. She was suffocating, she realized. He was killing her, and he probably had less than half that length inside her. She felt cheated somehow. If she was going to die like this, shouldn't she at least get to taste all of him? She tried to push her face onto him, tried to take more into her violently spasming throat. Something caught in her hair was holding her back, pulling her off him. She tried to scream in frustration but there was no air. Then there was air, but his cock was gone from her throat, gone from her mouth. She cried out, sucked in great lungs full of precious air, and cried out again. Then he was thrusting into her throat. She tried to suck him, but he was just too big, too violent, as he humped her face savagely. "Oh fuck, yeah. Take it baby, take it. Oh hell yeah, choke on it, baby. Good little bitch, keep choking. Fuck yes!" Myka was lost in a seemingly endless cycle. Mr Reed pounded his amazing rod down her throat until the lack of air made her vision go dark. And just before she'd pass out, he'd pull back, letting in precious breath. But then the need for his cock would make her cry out, fighting against his hold on her hair, to shove her face back onto him. Finally Mr Reed gave a great roar and shoved Myka away from him so hard she fell to her side and slid across the floor. Breathing hard, trying to struggle back onto her knees, Myka froze suddenly as Mr Reed gave two quick pumps to his cock and began to shoot out stream after stream of hot white spunk onto the floor in front of her. It was a remarkable sight. Myka's eyes darted from Mr Reed's cock to the puddle of goo on the floor, then back, completely spellbound. "Be a good girl, now," his voice cut into her haze of amazement. "Lick that up for me." Then he turned away and started down the hall towards the bathroom. With a final moan, Myka darted her tongue out and set to work.