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Taking Kate

By: Kajirah



It had been a long day. Kate walked down the narrow hall of the hotel where the gaming convention she was attending was being held, balancing an ice-bucket in one hand and take-out in the other. She had spent all day manning her gaming guild's booth, greeting people and chatting with on-line friends face to face. She was exhausted, but still laughed and chattered with the gamers that lined the hallway, spilling out of open doors where parties were in full swing. Many of them she had been invited to, but after an entire day on her feet she was looking forward to some quiet, a hot bath, and a long sleep.

She turned the corner and went up a flight, then plunged back into the maze of corridors lined with rooms, her feet on auto-pilot. This floor of the hotel was quieter, she laughed to herself that the hotel management was wise to keep the gamers all together. She guessed that as a middle-aged woman she didn't fit the profile when she made her reservations and thus got relegated to an upper floor. Her room was at the end of the hallway; the door next to hers was open but no raucous noise or spill of people were flooding out. There was just a single man, leaning in the doorway, watching her approach with calm amusement. She flashed him her best stranger-to-stranger smile and nodded in greeting as she came closer, and he actually chuckled. 

"Interesting fashion statement there, ma'am. Or are you part of the festivities downstairs?" He dryly asked.

Her face flamed as she suddenly realized that she was still in full guild regalia, her tabard and huge nametag with her game name, race and class in bold black letters. She stammered an affirmative and started to quickly juggle the ice bucket and dinner as she looked for her key-card to open her door. All she wanted at that moment was to retreat into her room and forget this man's obvious amusement at her expense. He stepped towards her and in an almost old-fashioned half-bow reached out his hands for her burdens.

"Here, let me help you...never let it be said I didn't ride to the aid of a lady in distress." His voice was warm and deep, with just a hint of laughter hidden beneath the words. She straightened up and remembering her "Southern Belle lessons" as her father had called her debutante days, graciously allowed the man to take her bundles and turned to reach into her pocketbook for her keycard. She was completely taken by surprise, then, when large strong hands grabbed her shoulders from behind and propelled her into the open door. 

In the time it took Kate's mind to process what just happened, the door was shut behind the man and her ice and dinner were unceremoniously dumped onto a table. She had turned, still with disbelief written all over her face, to march right back out the door, possibly with a cold and cutting retort flung over her shoulder as she left the room. She was stopped, however, by an immovable, broad and very muscular chest. The man's arms came around her waist, pulling her up tightly against him. She looked up into his face, sure that she would see some kind of sign of a practical joke or something her guild mates or game friends would pull on her. But, besides that calm amused half-smile, all she saw was the man's astonishingly handsome face. 

The first flutter of panic flared in Kate's stomach and she started to squirm, push and kick - anything to break his hold and let her get away. Her eyes, though, never pulled away from his. They were locked with his gaze as though mesmerized. When one large hand stroked down her back to her bottom to pull her hips tight against his, and she felt the huge, hard length of him, she opened her mouth to scream.

In a split second, she was spun around and one hand was clapped over her mouth, muffling her cries. He held Kate against him, one arm wrapped around her waist, squeezing tighter and tighter. Her struggling subsided as he let her feel his strength, just enough to let her know that she would not get away unless he wished it. She stopped, and sagged against him in surrender, the tears starting to trickle from the corners of her now-shut eyes. He held her thus for several heartbeats. Then Kate felt his lips graze the corner of her ear, his breath whispered through her hair as he murmured,

"Now be a good girl and relax. I won't hurt you unless you force me to, and you may even enjoy yourself before the night's over." That same cool, amused tone that he had used with her in the hallway was now a siren's song, and in her panic she clung to it as a lifeline. She nodded her head that she understood, that she wouldn't scream, and the hand was slowly taken away from her mouth. But she wasn't let go. The arm that held her so tightly against him now started stroking, the hand that was on her mouth now curling under the flimsy costume she wore to touch her bare neck, her chest, down her arms. He backed away from her slightly, enough so that he could reach down and pull the robes up and over her head in one fluid movement, so that she was standing there in nothing but her bra and panties.

A part of Kate's brain rejoiced, thinking that her middle-aged and chubby body couldn't possibly arouse this handsome giant of a man. He would give her clothes and purse and dinner back and shove her out the door with a snort of disgust, and she could get away safe. When she felt hands on her shoulders turning her around to face him she actually almost laughed, knowing that salvation was a few seconds away. Then she heard him sigh, his breathing getting deeper, and her eyes flew open in complete surprise. He was looking at her almost-naked body with undisguised lust. This was worse, she suddenly FELT naked and wrapped her arms around herself to hide her body. He grabbed her wrists and held them outstretched, stepping close, his eyes traveling over every inch of her. He brought her hands together and held them stretched up over her head in one of his hands as he reached out with a finger and unsnapped the front-hook of her bra. She cursed herself a thousand times over for buying the flimsy thing on impulse at that lingerie shop and then being stupid enough to wear it, rather than her old bra that had 4 hooks in the back and took a crowbar to get off. The bra flew open like it was spring-loaded, and her large breasts were completely exposed. Again, she was spun around to have her back pressed against the man's chest, but this time his hands were slowly running up her belly to cup and weigh both breasts. Her breasts, always seeming so large, looked small and vulnerable in the man's hands. They were so warm, so masculine, as he took his agonizingly slow time running the palms up the undersides, to finally rub small circles around the nipples. With a small shock, Kate realized that they were actually hard. Her mind took on the role of observer, watching her body reluctantly respond to the man's touches. He noticed too, and chuckled again, the sound rumbling up through his chest to vibrate against her.

"So, my little girl is not so scared after all. If her nipples are this hard already, I wonder if her panties are getting damp as well? Shall we check?"

One of his hands drifted away from Kate's breasts and down, trailing a pattern of heat over her belly, teasing her, almost tickling, as it got closer and closer to her panties. Meanwhile, the other hand had taken her nipple between thumb and forefinger and was rolling, lightly, softly, teasing the nipple to an even greater hardness. The feeling was almost too intense, sending bolts of electricity straight down to her now, god help her, throbbing sex. She knew what he would find when his fingers reached their destination. She knew now that this was not going to be a physical rape but a rape of her will. This man, this stranger, was going to make her submit her pleasure to him.

His fingers slid over the soft satin of her panties, his fingers curling to just press against her opening. He sighed softly in her ear,

"Yes indeed, just what I thought. I can feel your hot, wet pussy even through your panties. I bet your clit is throbbing already, just aching for my finger...isn't it?" His crude words contrasted with his calm tone to send waves of desire through her. No one had ever talked to her like that, used that kind of language with her, and it shocked her to discover that it turned her on. But she couldn't speak, couldn't admit any of this to the man. She just closed her eyes and let out a soft moan of both pleasure and despair as his fingers pressed harder against her nipple. The hand that was cupping her sex started a slow pulse in time with the other hand that started firmly pinching and pulling her breast. Her nerves zinged with sensation, her knees wobbled and her head fell back against his chest. Without even really touching her, this man was bringing Kate to the brink of an orgasm. She refused to believe it, she couldn't believe it, she COULDN'T let this happen. She weakly started to struggle, the tears coming again as she fought against him, against herself.

The arms came back around her waist and he walked her quickly over to the bed. Quickly and efficiently he bent and stripped her panties off as he flipped her onto her back. His hands grabbed her wrists and extended them up, over her head. Before she could think again, a loop of soft rope was wrapped around both wrists and then pulled snug, and she was bound. 

"Can't have you running away little rabbit, now can we? I think it's time I got as comfortable as you are." He stepped back from the bed and started unbuttoning his shirt. Kate's eyes widened as more of his chest was exposed, then as he shrugged out of his shirt she let out a small mew of appreciation at his masculine form. He grinned at her, flipping off his shoes before slowly unbuckling his belt. Kate swallowed against a sudden lump in her throat; she had felt his size as he was pressed against her, now she'd get to see first-hand the cock that was going to be ravishing her. Cock, she thought, I have never thought that word before now. A blush started on her cheeks as she realized that even thinking the word made her wetter. 

He had the button of his jeans undone now, and was slowly sliding the zipper down. Finally he pushed the jeans off his hips and down, and stepped out of them. There he was, naked. Her eyes focused for the first time on his huge, hard cock. Oh, it was beautiful. She unconsciously licked her lips, a film of sweat forming across her brow as a flood of images crossed her mind of what that cock was going to do to her. He saw that she was staring at him and chuckled again, low and sexy. He reached down and started lightly stroking himself as he stepped towards her head.

"Is this what you want? Are you thinking about all the ways you are going to feel this? Or do you want a taste first? Hmm? Answer me."

The first hint of steel came into his voice at the last, and Kate stiffened a bit. She struggled to find her voice, finally looking up into his eyes and nodding slightly. He grinned down at her and leaned in, supporting himself against the headboard as his cock brushed across her lips. Her tongue flicked out to lick across the head and he purred. The scent, the taste of him broke open the floodgate inside Kate; she suddenly leaned up and buried her face in his crotch, kissing and licking him all over, everywhere she could reach. He let out a delighted laugh of triumph and reached down to untie her hands.

"No more running away little girl, not from me and not from yourself." He murmured as his hands reached down to cradle her head, pulling her up to his hard cock. She wrapped one hand around the base and started licking, from bottom to top, tasting every inch of him. She finally opened her lips and let the head slip inside her mouth. Oh but he was so big, how was she going to take him deep like she wanted to? 

As if he could read her thoughts, he spun her around so her head was right at the edge of the bed then stood over her, his cock hanging right in her face. He fed her his cock, moving his hips back and forth as Kate positioned herself to get the most of him in her mouth. She could feel him sliding over her tongue, her lips pressing to make a snug fit around him. Deeper and deeper, a little further with each thrust. He was being slow and deliberate, letting her get used to him. She learned to match her breathing with his motion, calming the gag reflex as he hit the back of her tongue. Her eyes were closed, but she could hear his groan as she pressed her tongue against him, massaging as he pushed in and held himself deep in her mouth. The she let out a moan of her own as he reached down and slid his fingers over her exposed sex. She could feel how wet she was as his fingers parted her easily, slipping along the lips to tease her clit. Then they slipped lower, one finger slowly sliding inside her, shocking her with the intensity of pleasure it gave. 

She gasped around his cock as he started a rhythm with both his finger and his hips. Matching movements in and out, her mouth and sex both opening for him, her hips lifting in time with him and her hands coming around to hold onto his legs for support. She could feel her juices flowing onto his hand as his leg muscles started to jump and twitch. She felt him get harder in her mouth, he growled and flexed, and she knew he was about to come in her mouth. Suddenly he pulled away from her, sliding out of both her mouth and pussy. She lay gasping, her body on fire from the pleasure denied her. He reached down and flipped her up and around so that her head was on the pillows, then covered her body with his.

His knees pushed her legs apart as he settled his hips into the saddle of her thighs. The head of his cock was nudging along her open sex, and she gasped again at the strange intimacy it aroused in her. One hand came up to cradle her head, the other slid beneath to her bottom, pulling her up tightly against him. In a flash of clarity the fog of lust cleared and she knew he was going to take her now, to fuck her. Her eyes squeezed shut and her body stiffened, all warm feelings of arousal gone in a split second as she prepared herself to endure the onslaught. But it didn't come.

The hand cradling her head gave a slight shake, jarring her eyes open to look up at him. Dark eyes gazed down at her, intense and intent upon his prey. He whispered, "I want to see your eyes, I want you to see mine, as I take you. Your body is going to respond, you can't help it. It already is responding even though you try to hide it. I'm going to enjoy watching you writhe with pleasure, hear your moans and screams of lust as you come on my cock." As he was speaking, his hips were slowly moving, his cock rubbing insistently against her sex. The head bumped against her clit and she jumped, then she suddenly realized that her hips were moving with his. Oh god. He was right, she was too far gone in lust to fight it.

His eyes warmed as he sensed her surrender, and with a shift and a slight thrust the head of his cock slid into her. His hand under her bottom held her still as he slowly, achingly slowly, pushed his way inside her. He was big, and she hadn't had sex in so long, it felt like she was a virgin again. Her body fought to adjust as she felt herself filled and stretched more than she could remember ever experiencing. He shifted and pulled her hips in minute motions, fitting himself more firmly inside her as he finally sank the last inch of his cock into her. He held himself there, letting her feel the pulsing length of him, letting her muscles relax and stretch around him. Then his mouth came down on hers for a mind-shattering kiss as he started to move.

Slowly, so slowly, drawing out then back in, he was manipulating her body in exactly the right way. His lips were warm against hers and his gaze was still locked on her eyes. He shifted again, and the head of his cock pushed against that secret spot inside her. She jumped and moaned, her lips opening against his. He growled deep in his chest and his arms tightened around her, pulling her hips up to grind against his as he started to really fuck her. Waves of pleasure coursed through her body as he took her, harder and harder. Her legs came up to wrap around his waist and she started to kiss him back hard, tears of passion and surrender flowing down her cheeks as he took her higher and higher. Her moans and half-spoken pleas spurred him on to even harder strokes. 

Her eyes flew open again as the first pulses, the prelude to her orgasm, hit her. He was watching, he was smiling down at her, as she lost control. Her arms came up to wrap around his shoulders as she flew over the edge into a full-blown orgasm, her body arching and convulsing, her sex clenching around his cock as she screamed aloud at the indescribable pleasure. She was out of her mind with it, her whole psyche was screaming at the release. At the height of it, she was dimly aware of him roaring out his own orgasm, flooding her with his seed. It just added to the ecstasy, and coupled with the stress and fear from before her overloaded brain started to shut down. Her last conscious thoughts were how was she going to get out of this, and did she really want to?

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Kate woke up the next morning, back in her bed, in her room, at the hotel. Her purse and clothes were neatly stacked on the chair next to the bed. She lay there, disbelieving. Then suddenly she jumped up, wincing at the soreness between her legs, and went through her purse. Car keys, wallet, driver's license, credit card, cash...everything was there. She heaved a sigh of relief that she wasn't also a victim of robbery and went in to take a long shower. Standing under the hot spray of water, she gingerly touched the puffy, swollen lips of her sex and wondered if she should call the police. She was a grown woman, though, and the role of victim didn't suit her. He hadn't hurt her, really; she wasn't bruised or cut. So, then....no police. Whatever psychological aftereffects there may be she would deal with when they came. She got out, dried off, got clean underpants and her old bra out of her suitcase and dressed in her convention costume. After doing her hair and make-up she gathered her purse and headed down to the convention center to start the day of greeting people and making small talk.

She was early; the giant room where all the booths were set up was practically empty of people. She walked towards her guild booth and then stopped in surprise. A huge bouquet of flowers was sitting on the table. They were beautiful; orchids, iris, sprigs of honeysuckle and other wildflowers in an explosion of color that made her smile in spite of her tense nerves. She put her purse down and then plucked the small florist's envelope from the middle of the bouquet. Her name was on the front. A lump formed in her throat and her heart was pounding as she withdrew the card. All it said was,

"See you soon."

Taking Kate By The Campfire



It was a beautiful late summer day. The sky was clear and the bright sun still hung high in the crystal the sky.

Over the past few years it had become an annual tradition for five friends to get together for a camping trip in the Adirondack Mountains before the end of the summer.

As they grew older and had more responsibilities it became harder for the five of them to coordinate their schedules but despite the challenges they remained determined not to break with tradition.

Kate and Noah cruised along I-87 reminiscing about old times. They had been good friends since college and had helped each other through some difficult times over the years. Kate was a few years older than Noah, but he always seemed more mature.

The two of them rode in Noah's old beat up black Jeep Wrangler for the trip and their friend Jason was bringing their other friends and most of the gear up in his Suburban.

The Jeep didn't have much cargo room but they managed to stuff some camping gear into the back seat on top of their bags.

The wind rustled across the canvas top of the Jeep as Noah sped effortlessly through the light highway traffic.

Kate had always looked up to Noah. She didn't quite think of him like an older but she always admired his honesty and charm.

Noah was handsome with a generous stature. He stood about six feet tall and had an athlete's body. He was thin with a toned body. His muscles weren't huge but his abs, which he was most proud of, were rock solid.

His short brown hair blew across his head as the wind whipped through the open window.

Noah's big round eyes were an impossible shade of blue. He learned early in life that no girl could resist his deep blue eyes.

His nose wasn't quite symmetrical on his face as a result of a fight back in his college days.

He was at a college bar with friends when a drunken townie got a little too frisky with one of the waitresses.

He didn't know her was but he wasn't going to stand by and watch her be treated that way. A few punches were thrown and they all got dragged out by the bouncer before it ended. Noah walked away with a black-eye and a broken nose, the other guy wasn't so lucky.

The story became legendary around campus and that sense of honor was one of the things that drew women like Kate to him like moth to a flame.

His mouth was framed by a pair of soft full lips that could melt a girl's heart in one kiss. Noah hadn't spent much time in the sun during the summer and his fair skin barely showed a hint of color.

Noah had no intention of bringing it up but he had recently been through a nasty breakup with his girlfriend. They had dated for nearly three years and he was starting to think that she was the one.

It turned out that she thought he was the one too... one of many.

After finding out about his girlfriend with other men he moved out of their apartment and had been staying on a friends couch for the past two weeks.

Throughout this time he had spent less time taking care of himself which left him with a coarse stubble of dark hair across his face and neck from neglecting to shave

Between the summer sun beating down on them and the air conditioner in his Jeep which only offered up a pathetic trickle of cool air Noah's face glistened from a light sweat.

When Kate leaned towards him to change the radio station in the small car she couldn't help but notice his musky scent.

He smelled like raw man.

Noah wore a pair of khaki shorts that came halfway down his thighs and a plain white t-shirt that clung to his chest.

Kate was the type of girl that any guy would kill for. She was quite a bit shorter than Noah, standing 5'1", and had light blond hair what flowed halfway down her back.

Her skin had a rich golden hue from weeks of sunbathing in her backyard. The contrast between her light hair and her tanned skin accentuated her natural beauty.

While Noah was a serious person Kate was more of a free-spirit. She had a bright inviting smile and an infectious laugh.

One feature they both shared was full lips. Noah's could take a girl's breath away, but Kate had the type of soft full lips that men fantasized about. Her soft green eyes hid behind a pair of long full eyelashes.

Kate wasn't an athlete like Noah but spent enough time at the gym to give her a firm tight body. She was a thin woman with excellent curves. Her waist was small and dainty and her hips flared out just enough to give her a womanly figure.

Despite her height, Kate had long thin legs. Her legs were covered by tight black yoga pants that ended just below her knees leaving her calves bare down to her white running shoes.

Kate's chest was in perfect proportion to her delicate frame. Her breasts were the size of two small melons that gently bounced beneath her light blue sports bra with every bump on the road. The sports bra that Kate wore exposed several inches of her firm stomach and her small bellybutton stud.

"So Kate, I have to ask"

"Yeah"

"Why on earth are you dressed like you're about to go to the gym?"

Playfully she turned to Noah and said "What, don't you think I look good?"

Noah took his eyes off the road for a minute and turned to Kate. Their eyes caught each other briefly as he spoke.

"You know you look great in anything, but we are camping. Every year you never learn. I would think that by now you would bring jeans or something like that."

Blushing from the sudden attention on her body she looked down to avoid his beautiful blue eyes.

"I can't help it. I don't like to wear dumpy clothes. I can't help it if I have a good body, why should I hide it?"

"Yeah, whatever you want Princess."

He knew that Kate hated when he called her that. Kate turned away and crossed her arms across her chest. They drove the next few miles in silence as they wound through the foothills of the mountain.

Their silence was abruptly broken by the chirping of Kate's phone.

"Uh oh"

"What"

"It looks like they had some car problems back around Albany"

"That doesn't sound good"

"They think it will be fixed by tomorrow morning. I guess that means that you're stuck with me tonight."

"The horror"

Kate turned and playfully punched his arm.

"Hey! Any guy would be happy to spend the night alone with me in the wilderness"

"Keep dreaming, Kate."

Noah turned to her and gave her a little wink, letting her in on the joke.

"It's a good thing that we managed to fit that tent in the back. I hope we have something to eat in the cooler."

They turned off onto a dirt road that led to the campsite. Instead of camping at one of those places with dozens of campsites carved out of the trees with running water and bathrooms they stayed in an isolated spot that Noah had scouted out years earlier. 

The black Jeep bounced along a rough trail that slowly narrowed to a path barely wide enough for the car. He pulled up next to the same familiar tree that he parked behind each year and cut the engine.

"Well, I guess it's up to the two of us to set up camp this year."

"Maybe I should supervise, you are the expert Noah."

"Yeah right! I hope you don't think you're going to get out to helping."

The door slammed shut as he hopped out of the Jeep.

Kate joined him at the back of the vehicle and helped him unload what little gear they had. The first order of business was to inventory their supplies.

In addition to their clothes, that they had one small two person tent, two sleeping bags, a blanket, and a cooler filled with beer, a package of hotdogs and a bottle of vodka.

"It's not much, but I think we will survive."

Looking up into his eye she said "My life is in your hands Noah"

"Don't be so melodramatic Kate. C'mon, let's get the tent set up."

They made their way to the clearing and after 20 minutes of struggling with the plastic poles and tent fabric that kept flapping in the breeze they managed to get the tent together.

"Home sweet home"

It was getting late in the day and the summer sun was slowly drifting down past the distant mountains. The temperature slipped from the low-eighties to the mid-seventies and a cool breeze blew through the trees from a nearby lake.

"I'm going to go collect some wood and start the fire, why don't you relax for a bit."

Kate replied with a wry smile "Now, that sounds like something I can do."

Within the hour Noah had managed to build a healthy fire and collect enough wood to last them through the night. They didn't have any chairs or good logs to sit on so Kate laid out their only blanket near the fire and they settled in for an early dinner of bun-less hotdogs and beer.

Kate and Noah were old friends but they had never spent much time together alone. They almost always hung out in a group or one of them would have a girl/boyfriend.

Their conversation flowed naturally but there was an underlying nervousness in the air that neither one of them could shake.

"So, how's it going with Sara? I hear you two are getting pretty serious."

Kate could tell from his reaction to her question that she hit a raw nerve.

"Why don't we crack open that bottle of vodka."

"I'm sorry, I didn't know."

Noah reached into the cooler and pulled out the bottle. After taking a swig and offering it to Kate he said.

"It's ok. I guess it just wasn't meant to be."

She took the bottle from him and winced at the harsh taste as it burned her throat.

"You know what your problem is Noah?"

"What's that?"

"Your too much of a romantic. For as long as I've known you you've always fallen hard for every girl you dated. Instead of just having fun and seeing where things end up you always put too much pressure on the relationship."

"You know, that actually made sense. But I can change. My next relationship will be just about the sex. And whatever girl I meet will just have to deal with it!"

"What a lucky girl that will be."

Kate was only half joking. The thought of sex with Noah began stirring up old feeling that she had tried hard to repress over the years. One of them always seemed to be in a committed relationship and she never wanted to risk losing their friendship.

The heat from the fire danced across her skin as they passed the vodka back and forth but it was thoughts of Noah that were beginning to make her feel flush.

Suddenly she felt a gentle warmth stirring between her legs as she sat next to Noah on the blanket. Kate pulled her knees up to her chest lightly squeezing her thighs together.

"What about you Kate, you haven't had a serious boyfriend in quite a while."

She was grateful that the conversation shifted from Noah's sex life, but leery that he was now probing hers.

"I'm taking my time. Boyfriends are easy to find, but the right guy is one in a million."

"Is that right? So, tell me what exactly is it you look for in a guy?"

"Well, you already know that I always fall for the tall athletic types. But I need a man who is kind and gentle and knows how to treat a girl. The last guy I was with thought that a hot date was pizza and sex at my place. I'm looking for someone who understands what romance is; a real gentleman."

"Sounds just like me!"

Embarrassed, Kate blushed at the thought that in describing her perfect man she just described Noah.

Trying to save herself she said "You wish. You've always got your head in the clouds."

"I know I've never told you this before Kate, but I've always had a thing for you."

Her heart skipped a beat and she felt the warmth between her legs growing.

"I... Of course you do. Every guy wants a piece of me."

She tried to brush off his confession but he saw right through it. Looking right into her eyes his voice took on a serious tone.

"I'm being serious Kate. I've always thought you were the most beautiful girl that I knew, but I knew I never had a chance with you. I shouldn't have said anything I know you're out of my league. Let's just forget it and get drunk."

Lost in his deep blue eyes she felt her defenses melting away.

"You're not the only one to have those feelings Noah. But I was always afraid to say anything since we are such good friends. I didn't want to risk losing that."

Her words floated through the night air between them. The fire crackled and popped. Every second felt like an eternity.

Kate's heart pounded in her chest. She hated being so vulnerable.

Noah turned his body towards Kate and put his hand on her knee.

"So what now?"

Her body tensed up as she stretched her legs out in front of her. Noah's hand fell from her knee to her thigh as she moved. She could feel the contours of his hand against her skin through the thin fabric of her pants.

Kate's mouth opened slightly as he moved in towards her.

Their lips met in a delicate kiss.

Noah pulled his head back enough to look into her eyes searching for permission to proceed. What he found in her eyes was pure desire begging for release.

He moved back in for another kiss and wrapped his strong fingers around the back of her neck pulling her into his embrace.

Kate's mind went blank as their tongues danced playfully, exploring each other's mouth.

His thick musky smell filled her nose. He smelled like raw sex and she knew at that moment that she had to have him.

His whiskers scratched against her soft kiss as they kissed bathed in the orange glow of the fire.

She fell back against the blanket and waited for him.

Looking down at the gorgeous creature before him he pulled his shirt over his head and threw it to the side.

Her chest heaved with desire as her eyes traced every contour of his body.

He had a wild patch of dark chest hair that tapered off to a thin trail that disappeared beneath his shorts. His muscles stretched and flexed under a thin sheen of sweat as he moved towards her.

Kate felt her body quiver in anticipation as his body hovered over hers. She felt like she was dreaming as his thick scent washed over her.

His tussled hair fluttered in the gentle night breeze.

Their next kiss was filled with passion and excitement. They both released themselves to each other as their hands roamed freely.

His rough fingers left her body tingling with every touch of her bare flesh. An animal passion was beginning to take over as her fingers slipped through his tangle of chest hair. Her hands massaged his tight muscles as they followed the trail of hair down to the top of his shorts.

Grabbing his waistband with her hands she pulled him closer and in a single motion unzipped his pants and began pushing them down his legs.

Noah's nearly naked body pressed against her as his hands cupped her breasts through her sports bra. Her hard nipples begged for his attention.

"ohhhh... Noah..."

Using all of her strength she pushed him over onto his back before straddling him. Her aching pussy rubbed against his hard cock that strained against his tight underwear. Slowly she ground her hips into him desperate for him to penetrate her.

Noah held onto her hips with his strong hands while she pulled her top over her head.

Kate's magnificent breasts jiggled as she threw her top to the side before they settled down proudly defying gravity with their gentle curves.

Noah was left speechless at the sight of her half naked body, but she wasn't wasting any time and had already hooked her fingers into the waistband of her tight pants and was sliding them down her legs.

With her knees spread apart on either side of his body she nervously displayed herself to him for the first time. She felt butterflies in her stomach as she watched his eyes taking her in.

He couldn't believe how beautiful she was as shadows cast by the fire danced across her bare skin. Her light blond hair fell around her face and he could tell that she was unsure of herself. His eyes drifted down her tanned body taking in every inch of her flesh until his gaze finally settled on the smooth skin between her legs. Involuntarily, his cock twitched in his underwear at the sight of her shaved pussy.

He had to have her.

He hands traveled up her thighs and passed over her pierced bellybutton on their way up to her breasts. Her knees felt weak as his hands massaged her soft flesh.

Kate's eyes closed and her head fell back as he gently rolled her nipples in his fingers.

"mmmmm....." She moaned.

With one of her nipples between her fingers his other hand slid down her stomach and between her legs before making contact with the soft bare skin of her pussy. He rubbed her wet pussy while she moaned louder and louder.

"OH GOD"

One of his fingers slipped between her wet lips and pressed against her clit. He pressed his finger into her while working it in a circular motion.

Her breathing quickened.

His rubbing increased with the sound of her moans.

"DON'T STOP"

Her body collapsed as she felt the first wave of orgasm wash over her body. Her hands dropped to his chest and she dug her fingers into his skin as her orgasm intensified.

Panting she looked down at him with lust in her eyes. They were both covered in sweat and the smell of her juices mixed in the air with his aroma. She was on fire.

Kate reached down and forcefully pulled his underwear down his legs before jumping back on top of Noah.

Her wet pussy was now rubbing against his hard cock. She looked into his eyes as she teased him. She couldn't take it anymore and lifted herself up enough until the tip of his cock was pressing against her. Slowly she lowered herself onto him.

She could feel his penis throbbing inside of her as he slowly filled her up inch by inch until finally she felt his thick pubic hair pressing against her bare skin.

She sat for a moment with him deep inside of her before moving again. She had never before felt such passion. Sex had always been something that she enjoyed, but this was more.

Kate began rocking her hips into him building up to a strong rhythm. It felt like his hands were touching and grabbing every inch of her body at the same time. Noah pushed his hips into her in time with her thrusts.

"oohhhh....." She let out a low moan as their bodies moved together in perfect unison.

They felt like one with his hard cock buried deep inside of her wet pussy.

Noah began to increase his thrusts just as she felt like she was going to explode again.

Faster and faster he pumped his cock into her.

"unnngghhhh" Noah grunted as his cock erupted, filled her pussy with his cum.

She felt the first blast of his cum enter her and was swept away by another violent orgasm that shook her body.

She clenched onto his chest again as her pussy wrapped tightly around his hard shaft.

His cum kept flowing into her while she came, her pussy draining every ounce of his juice.

It took several minutes before they caught their breath. Panting she looked down at him with a smile that stretched across the delicate features of her face.

Their eyes met and she started to speak but no words could describe how she felt. His cock slowly slipped out of her tight pussy as she lifted herself up and let herself fall to his side.

Resting her head on his shoulder she reached over and ran her fingers through his chest hair until they both fell asleep by the fire.



Taking Kate Ch. 02



Kate walked slowly up the path to her house, every muscle in her middle-aged body sore and creaking. In the weeks since the convention, she had started taking a self-defense class at the local community college; it was more of a work out than she was used to and every class was a challenge to get through. Today had been another challenge...it was exactly one month since her experience at the fantasy convention. 

Her mind had been full of disturbing images all day. She had found it hard to concentrate at work and actually looked forward to the strenuous work out to try to purge the dark, erotic scenes from her mind. But even now, as she stumbled on a loose brick in the walkway, her exhausted body gave no peace. She still remembered his hands on her body, his lips, what he made her do...what she did willingly, she corrected herself. 

Ever since the convention, Kate had been like a coiled-up spring. The note with the flowers said "See you soon", and she was constantly on alert for the next contact. She found herself staring into dark alleys looking for a shadowy figure, glancing over her shoulder as she walked out of the grocery store and starting whenever the phone or doorbell rang. Whether she was reacting with dread, fear or anticipation she had yet to figure out for herself. But, in a flash of candid insight, the fact that she now every night pleasured herself to dark fantasies of the stranger who took her would indicate there was less dread than her pride would want to admit. 

The porch light was out again; she sighed wearily and made a mental note to change the bulb in the morning. The tiny cottage was old and the wiring temperamental; she gave it no further thought. Her key in hand, she walked the steps up to the front door, thinking fondly of a hot shower and bed. 

Out of the shadows of the porch came a deep voice, startling her into frozen shock. "Well well well...my little girl's been keeping busy I see." Before she could move, he was there. Strong arm around her waist, one hand clapped to her mouth, just as before. Kate's brain screamed at her to move, to use the moves she had just been practicing a hundred times, to break free...to run. But her body was stiff and unresponsive, as if it were completely separate from her will. 

His voice whispered in her ear, "Open the door, Kate, like a good girl. Let's get you inside." Her hand came up to unlock the door; she watched it as if in a dream turn the key and push the door open. He picked her up and set her inside, reaching quickly to grab the key out of the door and then shut and lock it before facing her, putting her keys into his pocket. She just looked up at him, her eyes wide and unseeing. Her brain was busy trying to figure out why she was suddenly relaxed. She realized that the thing she had been so tense about for the past four weeks had just happened; she didn't have to be afraid of the unknown anymore. 

The tears that she had been storing up over the past weeks came flooding out. Kate stood in her tiny living room and cried, sobbed, fell to her knees as her body gave in to the torrent of emotion. He swiftly picked her up and held her against his chest, those arms again squeezing tightly, letting her feel his strength. He remained motionless; not petting her, not soothing her, just letting the emotions run their course to completion. When Kate's sobs finally started to subside he laughed softly and murmured, "If I had known little rabbit had missed me so much I would have come to visit her sooner. But you're all hot and sweaty from your work-out...let's go get you ready for MY work out." 

He spun her around and, still holding her tightly, walked her forward, down the short hallway, and into the bathroom. There he efficiently stripped Kate of t-shirt, bra, shorts, panties and sneakers. She numbly stood there, her mind blank in the aftermath of her breakdown. Even her sudden nudity failed to shake her from her stupor. 

She did, however, gasp and flinch as she felt his warm hands on her flesh. He pulled Kate up tightly against him again, his hands running down her back to gently squeeze her bottom and pull her hips against his. Her eyes came back to focus on his face as she looked up at him, unresisting in his arms. He smiled down at her, that cool amusement she had seen the first time she met him clear in his gaze. In another flurry of movement he whipped the shower curtain aside and with a quick lift and shift he had her in the tub, her back up against the cold tile wall. 

"Now, to make sure you don't scurry away..." His deep voice rumbled in her ears as he grabbed her wrists to lift them above her head. Her eyes widened as she saw the metal handcuffs attached to her towel rack; panic started to set in. He had been in her house, her sanctum...the bastard had invaded the only space where she had felt safe the past few weeks. Anger warred with the panic as her mind flew to all the private things she had in the house. What if he had read her journal? What if he had seen the contents of her bedside drawer, where the erotic toys she had purchased the week after the convention were hidden beneath an old flannel nightgown? She had to move fast...one of her wrists was already about to be encircled by a steel bracelet. Her foot lashed out, catching him just below one knee as she started to do a move she had been taught. She heard his grunt of surprise as she grabbed onto one of his arms to swing him off-balance.

It should have worked. It had worked every single time in her self-defense class, even against sparring partners who were ready and fighting against it. But the man didn't even budge. He pushed her hard, back against the wall again, this time leaning his whole body against hers. Now she couldn't even move a muscle; his legs were pinning hers, his chest pressed against her so she could barely breathe. His fingers tightened around her wrists painfully as he yanked her arms back up. She let out a low wail of despair as she felt the dreaded steel close around her wrists...she was caught, done for. His hand came up to grab her jaw, forcing her head back and up to look at him. His eyes that were full of detached amusement before were now sparkling with....what? Was that lust she was seeing? He was still smiling, wider than ever. Oh, dear heaven. Part of her was ready for his retaliation – a slap, a punch, at the very least a torrent of curses and dire threats. But he just stood there, holding her face with one large hand, smiling down at her. He suddenly leaned down and kissed her, hard. His lips and tongue took her mouth with the arrogance of a Viking raider, making her feel very small and helpless. He broke the kiss and stepped back.

"That's my girl...that fire inside you is so close to the surface now, isn't it? Fight me, little rabbit, struggle and cry. You know and I know that the fire belongs to me; I will have it, and you, as much and as often as I please." As he talked, he stripped off his clothes, never taking his gaze away from Kate's. When he was naked, he stepped back into the tub and turned on the faucet. Warm water started to cascade against Kate's skin, slicking her hair and running in rivulets down her breasts. All the time he had her in the shower, he kept talking, murmuring half-heard darkly erotic things in her ear. He shampooed her hair, soaped her body all over, then rinsed her off with the hand-held attachment. As he passed the stream of water down between her legs he suddenly switched the nozzle to the massage setting and strong beats of water shot up against Kate's sex. She gasped at the immediate affect it had on her; her knees wobbled slightly and she reached up to hang onto the towel rack for support. Instantly, he pressed one of his knees between hers, forcing her thighs farther apart. One strong arm came around her to steady her as he aimed the water up and down her lips. The warm water pulsed against her clit like a tongue and she immediately started to orgasm, crying aloud at the intense sensation. 

Kate hung from the towel rack, spent, reeling from the orgasm she had just had, as he turned the water off and grabbed a towel. He buffed her dry and then himself, and reached up to unlock the other end of the cuffs from the towel rack. He clicked them together so now her hands were cuffed in front of her. With a low chuckle, he looped her arms over his head and around his neck then bent to pick her up. Her legs came up to wrap around his waist out of sheer instinct, and he laughed again as her open sex brushed the top of his hard cock. 

"Don't tempt me little girl...I'll take you hard, right here against the wall, and that would spoil the rest of the evening I have planned for you." He carried Kate out of the bathroom and into her bedroom. She glanced quickly around as he came over to the bed and saw, to her dismay, that yes he had found her toys. They were arranged neatly on top of her bedside table. Her face flamed deep crimson as waves of embarrassment flooded her. He followed her gaze and laughed again, leaning to put her down onto the bed. 

"Ah yes...I discovered your little treasure trove. I bet it must have been excruciating for you to go into the sex shop and buy this..." He reached over and picked up the large, flesh-colored dildo. He waggled it a bit, watching Kate's face as she blushed harder. "Hmm, it's even close to my size. I think I'm flattered." He held the dildo next to his own hard member, making a show of comparing the size and length. "Yes, this will do nicely. But first..." He leaned over and grabbed the steel chain of the handcuffs, pulling Kate's arms up over her head. She looked up as he slid the chain over a large hook that had been screwed into her headboard. Oh no...not again. Hot tears started to slide silently down her cheeks as she realized that yet again her body was betraying her. This man was somehow tapping some dark desires that had lain hidden inside her and was making her want this...want him. She was torn with the shame of it and the growing lust that was stronger than she had ever felt before. But all she could do was lay there, crying silently, and wait.

He sat down on the bed next to her hip and brought the dildo up to her face. He smiled wickedly and murmured, "Now, show me that pretty mouth...do to this cock what I know you want to do to mine." He stroked the rubber tip across her lips, his eyes burning into hers, almost hypnotizing her. The tears subsided as she hesitantly stuck out her tongue to take a quick lick. "C'mon, you can do better than that...suck that cock..." His voice was low and inviting, his eyes urging her on to let go and obey. She closed her eyes and opened her lips, leaning forward slightly to take the rubber head into her mouth. Kate moaned slightly as she started to suck, concentrating on pretending it was a real cock she had in her mouth. He started to move it slightly, in and out, not going deep but letting her feel it slide over her tongue. At the same time, his hand stroked down her belly to her sex. His fingers slipped between her lips and parted her, teasing her clit before sliding deeper to press lightly against her opening. She gasped around the rubber cock and then groaned as one finger slipped inside her. Her thighs parted involuntarily, begging without words for a deeper touch. His finger went deeper, exploring then finding that special spot and pressing against it. She jumped and shivered as a second finger penetrated, curling up with the first to circle and probe her depths. He was moving the dildo deeper in her mouth now, making long slow strokes as she sucked it. She was panting now, keeping up with the cock in her mouth while her hips were bucking against the invading fingers...she was so close to orgasm, she was lost in it...

Suddenly both the dildo and the fingers were removed. Her eyes flew open as she actually started to cramp with her need for release. He had moved up to kneel by her head, his cock in the same spot that the dildo had been. Without thinking, without being told, Kate took his cock in her mouth and sucked it deeply in one long stroke. He sighed softly and started moving his hips, fucking her mouth slowly and deliberately. Lost in his taste and scent, Kate was floating on a wave of lust. When she felt the head of the dildo pressing against her sex all she could do was moan louder and raise her hips to accept it. He slid the dildo slowly inside her, holding it deep, letting her adjust. Then he started to move it, in and out, in time with the cock in her mouth. Every push rubbed the head against her spot and with the fifth thrust she let go with a huge muffled cry as her body arched off the bed, her eyes open but unseeing, as the white-hot orgasm flashed through her body. He held himself and the dildo still inside her, letting her come down from the intense sensation, then slowly pulled both out of her body. She was only dimly aware of him reaching up to unlock the cuffs from her wrists. Her arms flopped down as she lay there, stunned and mortified at her unbridled response to this man's manipulations. 

She felt him lay down beside her, then roll over on top of her. His knees, like before, pushed between hers to spread her open for him. His arms came around her, pulling her limp body up against his in a tight embrace. She blinked and blearily focused her eyes on his again as he bent to kiss her hard on the lips. Then, suddenly, he shifted his weight and with her still in his arms rolled over so that she lay on top of him. The change of direction startled Kate out of her stupor and she stiffened, trying to pull away. 

"No, little girl, you're not going anywhere. But you are going to prove to me, and to yourself, just how much you want this." His words made Kate's spine quiver. In a flash, she knew exactly what he was doing. He was going to make her a willing participant in her own debasement. 

"Now, my cock is an inch away from your hot little pussy. I know you want to feel it inside you, you want it to make you come again. You want me to fill you up with it, to feel it sliding in and out of you, to squeeze those muscles around it and feel it flex back...c'mon little girl, show me what you want...let me see that fire again..." His hands moved her hips as he thrust his cock against her, rubbing her lips with the head and getting it slick with her juices. He kept on, whispering and rubbing, breaking down her will and her passivity. Something deep within Kate snapped. She pushed herself up on her hands and with a shift of her hips, impaled herself on his cock. In one long downward motion, she took him into her and then pushed up so she was kneeling atop him. Her eyes closed as she ground her hips against him, feeling him fill her so completely. She was stretched to her limit and it felt so incredibly good. She started to move slowly, her leg muscles working to keep the pace steady. The fire that he had talked about started to glow warm in her belly as she gyrated on top of him. She felt his hands come up to cup her breasts, thumbs sliding across the hard nipples as he stroked her. Her body slicked with the sweat of exertion as she moved faster...her breathing became erratic as she climbed higher and higher...oh, god....she was going to shatter into a million pieces from the ecstasy that was building inside her...

His arms came up and pulled her down to lie against him as his hips slammed up to meet hers. His lips claimed hers as he forced the rhythm faster and faster, deeper, touching every part of her. His hands reached down to grab her bottom, pulling her cheeks apart as he met her fire with a maelstrom of his own. Kate was lost in the white-hot cataclysm of lust, consumed by the glowing lava flow of passion that flowed between her and this man. The orgasm that hit her was a volcanic eruption, and she screamed with the pain and pleasure of it. And, as before, at the height of her orgasm she felt him erupt inside her, filling her with his seed. 

Swirling, gasping, floating down like ash from a bonfire, Kate slowly and painfully came back to herself. Her eyes flew open as the realization of what she just did hit her. She couldn't escape from it; there was no hiding behind trite "he made me do it" excuses. It was all her, it had always been her. Her choice, her desire. Finally admitting that to herself brought a profound sense of peace. She gazed, wide-eyed, down at this man who had brought her to the realization of herself. He met her eyes with a gentle, teasing smile and leaned up to kiss her once more. He shifted her so that she lay nestled against his chest and pulled the blanket up over them both, then reached over to turn off the beside lamp.

"Just think what tomorrow will bring, little girl," was the last thing she heard before sleep took her.



Taking Katherine



The first two things a person noticed when they met Katherine was one: her long, flawless, slender legs, and two; her beautifully shaped face. Any supermodel would have killed for such long, slender legs, especially with such soft, sun kissed skin. Moreover, Katherine knew to show them off, always wearing shorts or short dresses, tight jeans or short jumpsuits. And heels. She always wore heels that made her legs look even longer. It was probably all the running that had made her legs that fit and strong, but at the same time not to muscular. Katherine usually spend a lot of her spear time exercising and trying out different new sports, which made her body slender and fit. Strong, but not too masculine. I would rather say that she looked like a Greek warrior princess. She was pure feminine, truly sexy and stunning. Oh, boy, we all lusted for her. For her full lips meeting ours, and her golden hair in our hands. For her to lay under us, whispering sweet words, panting close to our ears. To touch her neck tenderly with our fingertips and feel her hot breath on our skin. However, Katherine was not that sort of girl. She did not date, did not flirt. To be honest, I do think she was somewhat tired of always being an object, for people to want her body and not her soul. Well, good created her this way. Now she had to live with the consequences. Cause I was not any better than the rest. I wanted her panting underneath my body, to have her lips around my cock, to look her into her eyes, pushing her to her limits. Break her, if I had to. Oh, definitely break her. Therefore, I planned it all, started to track her moves and her routines. It was somewhat hard, she always tried new things and never really hang out with the same friend two days in a row, but finally I found her weak spot. Work. Jogging. Which meant I could either go after her in the forest at evening (the idea really appealed to me!), or I could take her at work. The last would be more risky, but to ruin a safe place like that to her...it would be even better than to pin her down in her own house. 

Katherine worked as a part-time manager at the local grocery store. She handled the crisis, the late night shipping, the economy and the logistics of the store. To lay a trap for her was therefore easy. I simply bought a new cellphone, that kind that is untraceable and impossible to track back to me. A friend of mine had arranged that. He worked at a prison a few towns south, and he let me talk to one of the inmates. The inmate also happen to be my brother's bastard. The two of us always been close, probably because we were good at secrets, good at pressing and using and blackmailing people with secrets. After they caught him, he figured it was best to stay at the inside. More secrets and better ways of using his talents, he said. I believe him. On the other hand, I was the one going to have my way with Katherine. Beautiful, untouchable Katherine. Therefore, I called her. Pretended to be someone who were to deliver new products. It is easy to make a mistake, arriving one day too early. Alternatively, at the wrong store. Either way, it would be nice of her to declare the goods, so that I did not have to call my boss this late. No, no, I knew she had a lot do. However, you see, he is in Australia with his wife. It is actually their honeymoon. Yes, it would be quick. 

 She took the bait. I opened the store with a simple technique, used in way too many movies. Left the door open, turned on the light in the back of the store. That would catch her attention for sure. Luckily, for me, no one else passed the store until she came. She noticed the door, and entered the store. She noticed the light right before she closed the door, and took one more step into the store, partly curios and partly irritated. The part-timers always forgot to turn off the light. I could hear that she was wearing heels. Good. It is harder to run in heels. 

"Hallo?" she asked calmly. "Hallo? Mr. Smith, are you there?" Mr. Smith was the owner of the store, but he was at vacation. Hiding close to the desk, I heard her approach the enlightened room leading to the garage in the back of the store.

"Mr. King?" That was my name. At least the name of the person that he thought she was going to meet. Her voice was starting to get irritated. She stopped. I could hear the sound of buttons and a zipper. Probably her purse. She found her phone at last. Probably to call my number. I had left my phone under the desk. On the floor. And I knew she probably would bend down to get it. Curios and a little angry. Maybe even a little scared at this point. But definitely without the slightest ide about what was going to happen to her. 

"Unbelievable," I heard she muttered. A little loader, she called one last time for this Mr. King, but he did not answer. Instead, I attacked. She was definitely helpless, bend down on her knees. I saw the surprise in her big eyes. I dragged her to the space between the two desks furthest away from the entrance. The majority of desks was in the front of the store, but these two were left to handle clients with special needs and demands. She kicked and fought, her entire body wriggling from one side to another. Nevertheless, I was too fast. She was where I wanted her, and I laid down. Pressed her tiny body down against the floor, making it impossible for her to move away. 

"Let me go, let – me – go," she demanded, still fighting against me. She was pushing and kicking to no use.

"HELP!" she screamed. Oh, no. She was not going to get away that easy. Being Saturday night, I had planned to keep her here until, at least, Monday morning. Therefore, I hit her. Not hard, I did not want to ruin that pretty face. But hard enough for her to look at me with surprise. Then she screamed again. God, so much fear. Her eyes were filled with desperate fight and fire, fear and dark disbelief. She tried to scream one more time, so I stuffed her mouth with a scarf that I had found next to the cosmetics in front of the desks. She shaked her head desperately back and forth. Tears were visibly in the corners of her golden eyes. Finally, the first sign of resignation. It made me smile, and I could feel her tense body shake in fear under my weight. Tender, thin and now breathing fast in despair. 

"Oh my dear Kate. Don't you look forward to this? 'Cause I do" I whisper in her ear. That makes her cry. Hard. She tries to look away, and tries to wriggle away one last time. It gets her nowhere. I fasten her arms with the cuffs I had prepared. It keeps her arms tied apart, one to each desk. And then I do the same to her legs, those long and slender legs. She is wearing a short dress. After the fight, her black panties are visibly. I feel blood rush through my system at the sight. Soon, very soon, she will be naked under my body, her body displayed and my cock will enter what I cannot see for the moment. I let my fingers run up and down the inside of her legs. The muffled screams from Katherine makes it hard not to rush. But I want to enjoy this. I am not going to rush. Not going to waste her. I let my fingers run higher, feeling the warmth from the inside of her thighs. She is screaming now, but the sound is barely audible. 

"Please wait, my darling. We need something to get you out of that dress, don't you think?" I leave her, pick out a pair of scissors in the store, from one of the closest racks, and return. On my way back, I see something that catch my attention. Electrical toothbrushes. I grin. Why not? A grab one with me, and a squash. And some tape. I am glad I brought the last, because my little victim has nearly spit out the improvised gag. It makes me angry. And aroused. 

"No, no, no." I tell her while taping over the gag. 

"If you don't like it, we make a deal," I propose. I can see the hope in her eyes, and that I have her fully attention. 

"If you don't make a sound the next two hours, I let you go early. Okey?" I can see the shock in her eyes. Two hours? Despair. Fear. Capitulation. Then she nod. Too bad, I actually wanted her to not. It is easier to brake what does not bend. 

"Well," I say while cutting off her dress. Her skin is soft and warm. "Let us see if you can handles this one, shall we?" I cut loose her panties, exposing her. Shaved, soft skin is all I can see. I have to close my eyes for one second, just so that I can really feel the strong, arousing feeling of satisfaction that is rushing through my veins. I can see how she turn her head away. Probably to shut off, to just survive. I will not let her do that. She is going to feel it all. I will make her participate. I will make her cry. I turn 

on the toothbrush. The sound is intense. The vibrations are intense. The arousal must be equally intense, I think to myself. I can't help it. I grin. This is going to be fun. 

I place the toothbrush close to clit. When it touches her skin, she tenses even more. She tries to kick me away, but her foot is fastened too hard and too good. 

"Oh, dearie, you shouldn't "I say. I move the toothbrush and start rubbing slowly. I see her eyes widen I shock. It looks like I'm hitting a sensitive spot. She starts to fight again, so desperate and hard. I am patiently following her, not letting her off the hook. My, this is a bigger success than I thought it would be. She trusts her hip up and down, sideways and back. She cannot get away. She is starting to understand that. Suddenly she is laying still. She is raising her hips, in one last attempt to get away. I laugh. "Come on, no sound remember?" I chuckle. Her breasts are raising fast, her breath is hard. I can see the way the muscles in her stomach aches. She bends backwards, like a bridge over troubled water. Then it hits her. The wave of stimulation rolls through her body and makes her shake. She collapses, and then she tenses up again. Her lips are pressed tight together under the tape. She is fighting against the pain and the pleasure, no doubt. And then one more time. Her eyebrows are tensing, showing worry and maybe even a little pain. I keep pushing the brush against her skin. Her eyes are now pleading with me. Her body convulse again, and then one more time. She is moving like a snake in a bag, desperate for her freedom. When her body tense a fifth time, is no longer about pleasure. Its pure pain. She gasps and throws her head back. I can se her pulse beat as she stretches out her neck. 

"Five minutes, really? I thought you wanted to go, but you love this, don't you?" I mock. I move away the toothbrush. Now she is close to broken. She probably try to run if given the chance, but right now, in this position, she is not going to fight against me. I let the toothbrush touch her skin again, and she immediately tens up, her whole body bending backwards. She oinks in pain and close her eyes. It hits her hard this time. She is obviously unable to control it. 

"Every time you don't respond, I will." I tell her, moving the toothbrush away. "I will use this, until you respond to every touch, every..." I smile "...stroke." I let that sink into her. Sink deep. Just as I intend to let her struggle a little more before I enjoy her myself. 

"Do you like vegetables? I do. Squash is actually one of my favorites," I am trying to sound nonchalant, but even I hear the evil in my voice. From the look in Katherine's eyes, she does too. I take the squash and let it slide against her skin, from her jaw, down her stomach, and then to her pussy. I can see her muscles contract softly from the touch.

"Its big, right?" I ask. Well, I know the answer. It is big. Capitulation is written all over her face. She is not even looking, when I slowly press the squash inside her. Not all of it, but deep enough for her to feel it. then I give it one last push, only to see the discomfort in her face. Beautiful. I turn on the toothbrush again, and her reaction is priceless. She raise her head from the floor, and look me pleadingly in the eyes. She is starting to cry again. She is trying to say something, desperately. She is muffling something in a soar voice. I cannot hear what, but I guess it is her last, desperate attempt to negotiate. I smile. It is not going to work. She lifts her head, and tries look at me. Those eyes are truly beautiful. I know I won't forget them in a while. Not the way they pleaded, and not the way they changed. From hopeful and desperate to broken and empty. 

She shakes her head desperately and fast. Her golden hair is dancing around her head, making her look even more beautiful. Like a captured Hollywood star. I grin. It is not that easy, bitch. I press the toothbrush against her skin. The reaction is just the way I hoped for it to be. Strong. Intense. She is bottom line, hysterical. Moving, wriggling, turning and bending as if her entire body was on fire. She tries to get out of the cuffs, but everything that she tries is useless. Her body moves beautifully, though. She truly looks like a dancer performing her last, final dance. Heat of arousal is spreading through my system. God, I want her. I can even hear the sound of muffled screams from her throat. Hoarse. She is gasping and panting hard. Just the thought of that sound close to my ear while penetrating her makes me breath harder. Her breast is raising and lowering fast. I can see drops of sweat at her neck, and her tights. I can hear the sound of her fight with the cuffs. I press the toothbrush harder against her clit. Her skin is definitely warmer now, after the intense struggle. It is obvious that the squash is causing her some discomfort, buried inside her. However, it is also obvious that the toothbrush is way, way worse, and way more efficient in its torture. 

I turn it off again, letting her relax for a moment. With a fast move, I pull the squash out off her and ley down on her panting body. I manage to undress her completely with help from a pair of scissors. Her breast are round. I am going to play with them for sure, but right I just need to let out some steam. I push my penis halfway in, noticing her closed eyes and tensed body. No, no, no. I want her to give it all to me. I want her fully attention. I grab her head with both my hands.

«Look at me, » I demand. She does not. Instead, she tries to turn her head away. I lower my voice.

«Don't tempt me, I might introduce you to an hour or two of...dentistry, » I threaten. It works. I can actually see how she fights with herself. The fear, the disgust. I do believe it takes a lot of self-control for her to consider to not obeying my order. But, she finally does. Her big, tear-filled eyes meet mine. 

«Good girl, » The words make her shutter in self-pity and disgust. The pressure in my limp is insane. I want her now. My lust has been building up for years, and now, finally I am here. With her under my body, naked. Sweating, breathing heavily and looking deeply into my eyes. Ok, it is not love. Good thing, I do not want love, or feelings or mutual respect. I want her body and I want to fuck her. Hard. Now I can. I thrust hard. I see her eyes widen in shock, but she does not dare to look away. I push harder, and feel the sensation of her tight grip around my cock. I pull out a bit, and then I thrust again, harder this time. She gasps. Her deep blue eyes fills with tears. I smile and repeat the movement, digging deeper every time until I know that I can't go any deeper. I can feel her tight grip around me. My entire body tenses. I am going to climax much earlier than I want, but I can't help it. The friction is too delightful, and her eyes and body too good. In other words, my feelings are too intense. Her warm skin against my breast, her tiny frame under my weight and her beating heart sets the mood. I pump her one more time, so stiff and hard as I have ever been. But before I climax, I manage to pull out. 

"Do you want to let go of the gag?" I ask her. I know exactly how I want to end this first of many rounds. "Just nod," I tell her. After a second of hesitation, she does as I have told her. She nods. Her eyes are wide and scared. Her big, blue eyes, looking straight at me. 

"If you try anything at all..." I do not finish the sentence. We both know. She nods weakly as I free her arms and help her up on her knees. Her entire, lean body is shaking. I let my finger run along her jaw, lifting her face so that she look up at me. I easily remove the gag from her mouth. I let my fingers gently touch her lips. She closes her eyes again. I do not trust her. I want to, but I know that a girl like Katherine is not broken so easily. The memory of the pain is still present, but so is the fear and the shame. I let my tombs slide into her mouth. It forces her to open her mouth wide. With my tombs at the back of her mouth, between her teeth, I feel a little safer.

"Look at me, I said. Do not try to hurt me, 'cause I hurt you worse," I promise her. She looks up at me. She is pleading with her eyes. I guide her head to my dick. She knows what I want. Instead of letting her suck it, I guide it into her mouth and down her throat. The only thing not in her mouth is my balls. I can actually see my dick fill her throat. I can see her eyes fill with tears, but this time it is not from shame or fear. This time it is due to the fight between her gaging reflex and fear. Her throat is fighting against my limb. Her body is trying to push me out. It makes for the most wonderful massage. I let go. I let myself climax down her throat, to the sound of her choking and the sensation of control. It is the most wonderful feeling. When I am finished, I pull out. She is swallowing the air like water, desperate and greedy. I can see her stomach work with her breast. Sweat is dripping down her collarbone, and tears down her cheeks and along her jaw. I pet her carefully. She doesn't seem to notice. 

"Kitty?" I ask. She does not react. Therefore, I hit her. Not hard, but I notice a red mark where I hit. Then she looks at me. Her eyes are filled with fire and anger. I sight. I had hoped we were done with this part. Her ankles are firmly fastened from earlier, so I know she can neither get up, nor run away. She can scream, but she already tried that.

"Do you want to fight?" I ask her. She does not respond. "That's what I thought," I smile. I nod towards her now free hands. "Grab your ankles." She does as told. It leaves her in a bend position, with her butt up in the air. With experienced movements, I cuff her arms again, and drag the chains through the cuffs around her ankles. If I want to, I can no let her walk straight, or I can pull the chains and make her bend just the way she is now. I remove the part of the restrains that pulls her legs apart, so that she now is free to move away from this exact spot.

"Walk" I command. I have more in store for her.



Taking Katie



As this involves mind control, this story is obviously fiction and no one was harmed in its creation. However, several thousand electrons WERE seriously inconvenienced.

This is my first story EVER, and I would appreciate some feedback on it.

Hope you all enjoy.

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For the most part, I was just an average kid. That was the way I wanted it. In grade school, I was the bullied, and then I was the bully hang around. Junior high, I was considered to be the bully (I really wasn't, but I know that's how other people saw me), and in high school, I was just there. Hung out with the nerds, the shit-kickers, the stoners, the skaters... pretty much everyone but the preps and the jocks.

After high school, I was off to serve my country for four years in the Marines, after which, it was off to a little college (thank you, Uncle Sam) and then, off to a career. Like I said, normal.

Except I wasn't normal.

Near as I can tell, I was born with the ability to read minds, and after twenty-odd years of exercise, and practice, my talents had blossomed rather nicely into full-blown, comic book style, mind control.

But, I wanted the normal life. So I didn't advertise my talents. Didn't even use them much. At the bar with my friends, I'd use them to pick up on whether that hot chick in the corner with her friends was checking me out, but I would just rely on my own charms (and maybe a little mind reading to find out what she liked), to take her home. Usually.

Truth be told, there wasn't any reason for me to go through all that trouble. I had the power. I could walk into any place, find any woman, tell her to come with me, and we would leave. I know I can do that, I've done it before. Single, involved, married, virgin or celibate, it didn't matter. They had a brain, I could take them. End of story. But I like the challenge. I like to feel normal.

Which brings me to Halloween. And Katie.

Katie was the friend of my friends' wife. And, as luck would have it, my friend was throwing a major bash for Halloween. New house, a full keg, and LOTS of people.

This was a few years ago, right after "that damn cowboy movie" came out, so my costume was a full-on "Brokeback cowboy" regalia (I raided my old mans closet for some duds that were old when HE was MY age!), even had the plastic sheriff's badge and a broken cap gun pistol... it was beautiful. Katie, on the other hand, decided to go with some sort of a vampire/goth something or other. Not exactly her best "come-as-you-AREN'T" attempt, if you catch my meaning. But the dress was skin tight, covering the black stockings and stopping just below the tops of her tall black boots. The dress was sleeveless, but she made up for that with some sheer, spider-web design gloves that went from the back of her hands, all the way up. The neckline was low cut, and if she had been better endowed, would have shown ample cleavage. As it was, she was probably sporting a small B cup, and her close cropped red-ish black hair, and fire engine red lipstick rounded out the picture.

The thing you need to know about Katie, though, is that Katie is a bitch. I don't know why she was such a bitch (I never WANTED to go inside her head), but I assume it had something to do with her being saddled with a kid when she was about 18. But, she was the type that, while she enjoyed the benefits of having a man around, she didn't really like men. Long story short: if you had a dick, and you weren't hot, and you didn't treat her like shit, you could burn, for all she was concerned.

Yeah, Katie was a real bitch. I don't normally go spelunking into peoples minds, but a while back, I just had to know if she was projecting anger at me as a defence, or what. Turns out, she truly just didn't like me. I don't know, maybe it was because I never treated her like a bitch. Seems that's the only type of guy she ever brought around.

Whatever.

As was typical for her, she continued to give me the cold shoulder (at least she was being nice about being a bitch, I guess). Until about halfway through the party, that is. I don't know what happened, and quite frankly, I don't care, but I was just coming out of the master bathroom when Kate storms up to me and slaps me a good one upside my face. Being totally unexpected, she damn near twisted my head halfway around my body, before my neck had anything to say about stopping it.

I sat there in stunned silence for a moment, my rage building up inside.

Another tiny tidbit about me, I have rage issues. I tend to get pissed off easily, I just never act on my anger. I fume, I yell, then I just let it go. Not this time,though. This bitch had pushed me too far this time.

"Ow." I deadpanned.

She replied, "You're a fucking asshole, you know that!" Before turning on her heel and stalking out the bedroom door.

Or, she would have, had she not finally pushed me too far.

It was a simple matter to slam the door in her face. Only slightly more difficult to drain the moisture out of the air and force it into the door, causing it to swell until it wouldn't move, effectively sealing us in.

She turned around, eyes wide in shock, and... fear, I realized. Good. She started to say something, but in two quick steps, I had closed the remaining distance between us, grabbed her by her scrawny neck, and had her pinned to the door, our bodies pressing together.

My voice oozed out from behind teeth clenched so hard, they could have ground diamonds into dust, and my words came out clipped, angry, "That hurt."

The shock had faded by this time, leaving nothing but terror behind. She opened her mouth to scream for help. "Uh-uh" I said. And, with a deft little twisting of mental power, I prevented her from being able to utter a single sound.

"I don't know what brought this on, and I don't care" I said, "but for as long as I have known you, I have been nothing but kind. And this is how you repay that kindness. I wonder how I should reward your actions tonight."

My eyes took her in at that moment. From the low cut neckline, to the hem of her dress. "I think it's time I taught you a lesson. Probably the greatest lesson you will ever learn: Don't fuck with anyone when you don't have the slightest fucking notion of what they can do to you. Do you understand me?" She nodded.

"From this moment on, until I release you from my power, you will act as you normally would, except that you will obey me without question. Do you understand?" Another nod. "Good. Release me." When I had grabbed her and lifted her partly off the ground, her hands shot up and grabbed my wrist. She had been holding on so tight, her knuckles were white. As I issued my command, her grip loosened and her hands dropped to her sides. I, in turn, lowered her completely to the floor.

"I will give you back your voice now, but you will make no attempt to flee this room, or to call for help. From this point on, whenever we are in private, you will address me as Master. Am I clear."

"Yes Master."

"Good. Now then, it seems that we never really had a chance to get to know each other. When was the last time you had sex, slave?"

"Almost three weeks now, Master."

"Do you use birth control?"

"Yes Master."

"Are you diseased?"

"No Master."

"When was the last time you played with your pussy?"

"When I was in the shower getting ready for this party Master."

"When was the last time that a man gave you an orgasm?"

"It's been almost two months, Master."

"Would you like me to give you one?"

"No Master."

"No? And why is that, slave?"

"Because I don't fucking like you. I never have. Master." She sneered.

I grabbed her right tit through her dress as I replied, "It doesn't look like you get a decision in the matter this time, bitch." Another little mental nudge had her tits becoming incredibly sensitive. Both nipples poking out through the fabric of her dress like pencil erasers. Her eyes were clenched shut as tight as her teeth, and her head was pressed back to the door. I took that as ample opportunity to start nibbling on her neck. I could tell she was trying not to enjoy herself, as I snaked my other hand behind her and grabbed her ass, pulling the two of us together. I heard a small moan escape her lips and at just about the same time I caught a light musty smell enter my nostrils.

"Hmmmmm. For not wanting me to make you cum, you sure do seem to be pretty turned on, aren't you?"

"Unnnnghhh." She moaned. "Go fuck yourself, Master."

"I don't think so, bitch, that's your job."

I turned us around, so that my back was to the door and pushed her away from me. 

"Take off that dress and those fucking gloves." I commanded. "And get rid of those dyke boots, too."

She grabbed the hem of her dress and pulled it up over her head, revealing her mostly naked body. The gloves came next, which left her naked from the waist up (no need for a bra when your tits are as small as hers were). The boots took a minuted longer, though, as she had to unlace what seemed like 50 feet of laces before she could slide them off. As she stood, I took a moment to admire her figure. She had a tattoo on her left breast, something I had already known, due to her proclivity to wear low cut blouses and such. She also had some minor stretch marks on her belly from when she had been pregnant 5 years before. Her stocking-clad legs were toned, and her ass was still firm. She had the figure, not of someone who spends an eternity in the gym, but just one who is naturally skinny and takes care of herself.

"Give me your panties."

She removed them, without comment and handed them to me. I rubbed them through my fingers a moment before bringing them to my nose and savoring the smell of them.

Her pussy was maintained with the same level of care as she took with the rest of her body. Neatly trimmed black hair capped an otherwise hairless snatch. A snatch that, as I had expected, was glistening with wetness.

Wadding her panties into a ball, I stuffed them into the pocket of my ever-tightening jeans. Then, moving to free my cock from it's confinement, I ordered her, "get over here and suck my dick."

She dropped to her knees as she grabbed my manhood in her delicate hands, gently stroking it and spitting on it to lube it up, before she finally popped it into her waiting mouth.

What heaven. She may have been revolted by what was happening, but this was something that I had dreamed of for a very long time. She was a cock-sucking expert if ever there was one. Her technique was flawless, I swear, at times it seemed as though she had two tongues laving the sides of my shaft. She sucked and stroked in equal measure, never relenting for even a moment.

"Ahhhhh! Keep going slut, I want to cum down your throat." I breathed.

She started to pull away at that, I sneered and grabbed the back of her head, tangling my hand in her hair and snarled, "you will swallow all of my cum, and you will like it!" As I started to fuck her face with abandon.

It didn't take much longer, and I was shooting streams of jism down her gullet. More than she could handle, but I wasn't letting her pull away. She coughed and gagged a bit, and some of my spunk spilled out from behind her lips and onto her chest. I kept going for almost a minute before I finally released her. She was short of breath, and still coughing, but she managed to gasp out, "fucking asshole, you could have drowned me. ...Master."

I smiled at that, even as pissed as she was, she still had no choice but to call me Master. The rest of my current enjoyment, was that, even as she was complaining about almost being drowned by my jism, she was scooping it off of her chest and from around her lips and slurping it back into her mouth. Her eyes were closed in ecstasy as she did so, as though she were sampling the finest chocolates in the world. Well, I thought, I did tell her to enjoy it.

After slipping off my boots and shirt, I kicked my pants free of my legs and grabbed Kate by the top of her head, throwing her onto the bed.

"I'm not a complete asshole, Katie. In fact, just to prove it to you, I'm going to let you choose the first position that I get to fuck you in. So what's it going to be?"

"Fuck off, Master. I may not be able to deny you, but this is still rape, you mother-fucker!"

"Well, considering you've got a kid, I guess I can't get mad at your choice of words, now can I?"

"Fine, you don't want to choose, I'll choose for you." And that's when genius struck me. I needed a golem.

Casting out my powers, I snagged someone from the party and commanded him to the room. He was totally within my power and had no idea he had left the woman he was hitting on to come into the bedroom. It wasn't a great loss, as the girl would have rather had a lobotomy, than sleep with the guy, so he was perfect for my needs.

I had brought a high end digital camera with me to the party, and I figured that this would be the perfect time to put it to use. I ordered my golem to shoot some good video of us, then returned to my main attraction.

"I'm not doing anything else while he's in here, Master." she balked.

"Then just forget that he's even in here, you dumb-ass." I commanded

Her eyes glazed over for a moment, before she asked, "Forget who's in here, Master?"

"Exactly," I said. "Now get on your back, I've wanted to fuck you for a long time, and I want to see the look on your face when you get off."

She rolled over like an obedient little slave, and I couldn't resist, I'd wanted to taste that succulent little pussy for the longest time, and I wasn't going to waste my chance. I dove in that snatch like I was a man dying of thirst. She pulled her legs up and out to give me better access to her twat, my tongue sliding in and out of her hot little honeypot. The treatment she had given my shaft earlier was requited in my ministrations upon her body. I sucked and slurped, nibbled, teased, caressed, and had her on the brink of release for nearly twenty minutes. Again, another slight tweak of the mind to prevent her from cumming and increasing her frustration. As I had told her, I wanted to see the look on her face when she finally came.

By that time, she was thrashing on the bed so much I was having a hard time keeping contact with her delicious pussy. The sheets had been kneaded into a rumpled mess by her hands, and her body was covered in a sheen of sweat. Her hair was matted to her head and covered parts of her face from view.

"Please, Master. Please, no more, I want you to fuck me, I need to feel you inside me. I need you to stick your dick in me and make me cum. Please Master, I need it."

She was begging. Impressive. I hadn't even programmed her to say anything like that.

"So, you finally want me to fuck you, is that it?"

"Yes Master, please fuck me. Make me cum, Master. I need it, I need to cum."

I grinned, wolfishly. She was mine, and I didn't even need to program her for it. She was mine by her own desire. Let me tell you, since none of you can actually experience it, controlling someone against their will is a power trip, but controlling someone by their own will is something else entirely. Like comparing bologna to fillet mignon. Talk about a power trip.

"Alright my slut, I'm going to give you what you want. You want to cum?" I asked as I positioned myself at her entrance, "then cum!" As I plunged my staff into her slick hole, I eased the restraint I had on her, just enough to give her a minor orgasm. Just a little release off of the pressure valve, as it were.

She lay there on the bed, writhing in convulsions of pure ecstasy, panting and bucking.

"Oh! Thank you Master. Thank you. That was the best orgasm a man has ever given me. Thank you for showing me this much pleasure Master."

My eyes almost popped out of my skull at that. THAT little release had been the best cum of her life. No wonder she had been ready to give herself to me. She had enough pent up energy to give her 20 such orgasms, if I so chose.

"I haven't even begun to give you pleasure, slave." I moved my head down to her neck, once again nibbling and biting on the soft tender flesh, while I began pistoning in and out of her pussy.

Her cries of pleasure were a sweet symphony to my ears. I didn't allow her another orgasm while I plowed into her. Not wanting to wear her out before I was done. I was in this for the long haul.

After a while, I decided it was time for a change of position. Never breaking contact with her pussy, I picked her up and rolled the both of us over, till she was riding on top of me.

This gave me an opportunity to do something I'd been wanting to do for a while now. While she was riding me and howling like a banshee, I reached up, pulled her down and started to nibble on her soft little titties again. The alterations I had made, making her nipples more sensitive, were still in effect, and that pleasure was translated straight to her pussy and her brain, and she wanted more.

On and on she rode me, her nails digging into my chest, shoulders and arms. Even drawing blood as she raked them across my back when I had picked myself up to hold her close to me as we fucked like demons in our hosts' bed.

My powers give me the ability to recover quickly from an orgasm, as well as being able to suppress them, but between my excitement, and holding both of our orgasms in check, as well as the golem, I was reaching the limit of my abilities.

Katie wasn't faring too much better than I was. All this time in her continuously aroused state, with only a minor release more than an hour ago, was starting to take it's toll on her mind. Too much longer, and her mind was going to shatter. Something I learned the hard way many years ago. The girl ended up fine, but it took her almost a year to learn to speak again.

It was time to end this for the night. I let loose my own pent up orgasm first. As ounce after ounce of hot, sticky fluid spackled the walls of her vagina, I released the block I had on her release, her eyes rolled in the back of her head, and she arched her back to the point where her head seemed as though it was trying to punch through the mattress. Her mouth opened in a primal scream of pleasure that I hoped would be drowned out by the music of the party. She gushed her nectar all over my lap, spraying it out between the seal made by her lips around my shaft. I pumped load after load into her love tunnel. She responded by flooding the sheets and the tops of her stockings with more and more of her juices as I held her by the small of her back.

As the convulsions started to subside, she raised herself back up into my embrace, both of our bodies still suffering minor aftershocks of our combined orgasm. She started kissing me all over my face, eyes, mouth neck ears, cheeks, professing that she had just had the greatest fuck of her life.

After finally extricating her from me, I stood in front of the bed and commanded, "you made a mess of me, get over here and clean me up."

She seemed only too happy to oblige, as she crawled over the bed and sank down to her knees on the floor as she used her tongue to slowly clean my shaft of our combined juices.

I took my camera from the golem and told him, "hey, shithead, go and get us some drinks from the party and bring them back here."

While the golem was gone, Katie and I got dressed, with Katie's panties still in my pocket. When the golem returned with some spiked punch, I told him to leave us alone, and thirty seconds after he left, I removed my control of him, and he woke up, wondering where the girl he had been talking to had gone, and none the wiser for what he had been through.

I decided to give Katie a few more instructions, though. Just the basics, really, she wouldn't tell anyone about this, she wouldn't stop being herself, blah, blah, blah. I did tell her to program her number into my cell, though. And that she would continue to heed my every command, though I suspected I would no longer need my power to ensure that from now on.




Taking Katie



Katie and I had "met" on one of those online meet-up sites. She advertised herself as "married but bored, wanting somebody to take me places I've never been." It turns out the Katie had a penchant for the raw and rough and wanted to try out a rape role-play scenario. Apparently, I had a lot more imagination than her other suitors when it came to describing what I wanted to do to her. 

We had several email exchanges. Eventually we came up with a pretty clear picture of what was to transpire: No safe word, but we had discussed our limits ahead of time. This was a mutually consenting interaction, and yet it was no holds (and holes!) barred. We came up with a meeting time for me to come over; sometime in the early morning. Her husband would have left for work already. The idea was to "surprise" her when she answered the door to my knock. 

I still can't believe we both went through with it. I still can't believe some of the things I did. I was so caught up in the moment and so inspired by her reactions. She made me promise ahead of time to not listen to any pleas to stop. It was all to be part of her role.

Here's how it all unfolded:

I pushed the door all the way open and forced my way in, shutting the door behind me. I slammed the door shut behind me and immediately grabbed her hair with one hand and planted my other hand over her mouth, holding her extremely firmly. Looking into her eyes intensely, I told her to not scream out for help or she'll pay for it. "Do you understand?" She nodded a yes.

"Here's what's gonna happen," I told her. "You're going to be my little sex doll this morning, and I don't care if you enjoy it. If you can follow orders, you won't get hurt."

She was in a bathrobe, having just gotten out of bed, so I said "Let's see what you got under that robe." With that, I ripped open her robe and pulled it over her shoulders. Her big breasts jutted out and her nipples were hardening from fear. "Oooh, I'm going to enjoy having my teeth around those beautiful nipples," I said.

I bent down sucked her nipple into my mouth, and immediately start chewing on it with my teeth, biting harder and harder into her nipple, causing her to gasp, and then moaning from pain. Meanwhile I gripped her hair even tighter and pulled her head back slightly, exposing her throat. 

I reached my other hand up to her exposed throat and squeezed it tightly. Looking fiercely into her eyes I said, "I told you not to yell out for help. Your loud noises might cause somebody to notice, and that would not be good for you. You think this nipple biting hurts? You don't want to even imagine what I'd do to you if I think we're going to be found out."

She nodded her understanding and I released my hand from her throat and immediately slapped her exposed tit with my open hand, causing an intense stinging pain and making Katie gasp for air.

"Spread your legs for me!" I yelled. She spread her legs so that she's stood there doing the splits for me. "Wider! Let's see what's in store for me down between those legs, slut."

My fingers slid down to her pussy lips that were just slightly moist. "You're wet down there. I think you might be enjoying this. Let's change that." With that, I took my hand away from her pussy only to bring it back swiftly as I slapped her pussy lips hard with the palm of my hand. And then another slap even harder, and another slap that was harder still. She pulled her hips away from my hand in reaction and I yelled for her not to. 

I grabbed her throat again with my pussy slapping hand, and took the hand that was holding her hair and brought it down as hard as I could onto her butt cheek, leaving a very clear impression of my hand outlined in red on her butt cheek and Katie screaming in pain.

"I told you not to make too much noise," I said to her. "Now you must pay. Get on your knees," and I pull her to her knees with her hair. "Put your hands behind your back and grab your hands and interlace your fingers. Don't let go. Now open your mouth wide: I'm going to stuff my cock down your throat."

"No, no! I can't do that!" she pleaded. 

"I don't care. Open your mouth wide. Wider." And in one quick motion I thrust my cock into her mouth and pulled her head down onto my cock with her hair, making her swallow my entire cock shaft in one swift motion. She gagged as this happened, but with my cock in the way, her body could only make the motions of trying to gag, allowing my cock to wedge even deeper. Her nose was smashed up against my stomach and my balls pressed against her chin. 

It felt so fucking good to me I couldn't help but have my cock flex and jump from the excitement of being lodged in her throat against her will. She could feel my cock expanding and lengthening and jumping in her throat, making her gag even more. I continued to hold her head tightly so that she couldn't go anywhere, her eyes starting to widen as she began to need air. But my hands firmly hold her head down against my crotch, keeping my cock impaled in her throat. 

Katie began to panic and unclasped her hands and brought them to my hips, pushing off my cock. 

"I told you to keep your hands behind your back, little slut!"
I slapped her are across the face, not once, not twice, but three quick times and with a lot of force.

"You understand me? Do not unclasp your hands. Now let's try it again." With that, I grabbed her hair and yanked her face back down onto my cock. My cock head hit the back of her throat and stopped. I told her to swallow as I kept pushing on the back of her head harder and harder while pushing my hips forward. Finally she swallowed and that was all I needed to thrust my cock into her skull, all the way down to my pubic bone. I can hardly believe that she wants all this abuse, but she made it clear ahead of time. Very clear. This is exactly what she wanted.
When I finally let her up for air, Katie looked up at me and simply stated, "Don't leave any bruises for my husband to see. "

"Well, my little fuck doll," I replied. "I can't make any promises, cuz I plan on fucking you in all three of your holes any which way I like. Let's just see where the morning takes us. Shall we? "

I decided to move on to other activities with Katie's body. "Let's see what toys I can find in your house."

I pulled her by her hair, roughly and quickly, dragging her through the house, searching for something to use. She stumble behind me, trying to get to her feet, falling back to her knees, back up to her feet, only to fall to her knees again, as I kept roughly dragging her around behind me.

Finally, I found some items I liked: Clothespins and a cat toy that had a feather dangling from a rod.

I pulled Katie to her feet and slapped her tits hard a few times to make sure she was paying attention. Her nipples harden from the abuse, and I made them harder by grabbing them, one in each hand, pinching and pulling them in my fingers.

I took a nipple and pulled on it, clamping a clothespin around it. She sucked in a deep breath of air from shock. 

I grabbed her other nipple, and knowing what would come next, Katie started pleading with me to not do it. My reaction was to grab her other nipple even more roughly and really pull it away from her body. As I clamped the clothespin down on her nipple, I squeezed it even tighter on her flesh. 

"I told you to keep quiet. It's time for you to receive some real punishment."

I ripped the robe she was now barely wearing completely off her body, pulling the tie sash off of it and savagely ripping it in half.

"Bend over and grab your ankles," I commanded her. I then proceed to tie her wrists to her ankles with the robe sash, causing her stand there bent over with her ass up in the air, exposing her now dripping pussy. 

I take the cat toy rod and lightly caress the feather up and down her ass crack, hoping to make her think I am trying to tickle her. After a minute of her squirming under the feathers' touch, I pull it away quickly and bring the rod that it's attached to flying down onto her ass cheeks.

Kate yelled out in pain, only to have another swat followed by the first. Lines of red welts started to swell up from where the rod was landing. 

I told her that this punishment is for making noise, as I bring the rod down onto her ass, waiting a few seconds in between each stroke for full effect. 

After a few dozen strokes and many, many welts on her ass, I stopped the punishment. I pushed her butt down to her heels and yanked her head up by her hair.

"Open your mouth, you slut. I want to fuck your throat, and if I feel your teeth on my cock, there will be more welts for your ass, you little cum dump."

I step forward and slap my cock against her open mouth, telling her to stick out her tongue. I slap Katie's tongue a few times, and then drive my cock into her mouth and down her throat, pushing her head down onto my crotch and leaving her there.

My cock has been buried down her throat for more than a minute now. Katie begins to struggle and squirm in an attempt to dislodge my cock and get some air. I push in firmly and hold her head in place until I begin to see her eyelids close and her body go limp. She's passed out on my cock.

Kate came to her senses again tied up on her stomach, blindfolded, with her hands and feet tied spread eagle on her bed. But what really woke her up was the burning sensation in her ass. It took only a split second to realize she was being fucked in her ass. 

I plunged in and out of her upturned ass with long deep strokes, enjoying the sensation of her asshole stretched around my cock shaft. 

Realizing she had come to her senses a bit, I stopped stroking and started raining down ass smacks with my hands, all the while asking, "Are you awake yet, my little fuck doll? You'd better start fucking my cock back or I'm going to keep slapping her ass until you can't sit down for a week." My ass slaps must have really sting, as they were landing right on top of her black and blue welt lines across her butt cheeks, making it unbearable. 

She begin arching her butt up towards my now thrusting cock. "Good little fuck doll," I say. I stop slapping her ass and grab her hair and really start giving it to her ass roughly, fucking her with no abandon. Katie begin screaming from all the intensity and pain, so I slipped my other hand over her mouth, cutting off her air supply while trying to keep her quiet. 

Katie blacked out again, and woke up this time on her back with her ankles tied to her wrists again. Her wrists were still tied to the bedpost, so her ass is sticking way up in the air, exposing her pussy for me. I stood behind her butt, leaned over her body, thrusting my cock in and out of her sopping pussy. 

This time, my fucking cock must be feeling good to her. Katie started to moan from the pleasure.

"This isn't for your enjoyment, slut!" I roughly grab her throat again, as I continue fucking her deeply. She could feel my hand squeezing her throat, tighter and tighter. Not wanting to pass out again, Katie begin struggling, and begged for me to stop. 

But I don't stop. I am so into the role of taking her against her will. I squeeze Katie's throat harder, making her pass out again.

This time while she was passed out, I raced through the house, trying to find another torturous surprise for her.

I find what I'm after: 2 safety pins and a cork. 

I return to the bed and find Katie starting to regain consciousness. I quickly mount her again and thrust my cock deep into her pussy. I let her catch her breath and her consciousness for a minute or two while I continue fucking her hard. I hold one of her tits with one hand and slap her face back-and-forth with my other hand to really wake her up. 

When I'm sure Katie is really awake and can fully appreciate my cock buried deep in her body, I reach up to her throat again and start choking her to unconsciousness yet again.

I hold on bit longer, wanted to really deprive her of oxygen so she'll stay passed out longer. Then I quickly grab the safety pin and cork and bring it to her right nipple. Placing the cork on one side of her nipple, I press the middle of the pin into her nipple and begin pushing towards the cork.

Katie wake up screaming as the needle broke through the other side of her nipple, pierced by the safety pin.

I quickly fasten the safety pin into its' clasp while she started yelling "fuck," over and over from the pain. "Why are you doing this to me?" Katie pleaded, in between sobs.

"To mark you as my own little cum slut. This will not be the last time that I rape you. When you least expect it, I might capture you on the street some night when you're by herself, or burst into a dressing room and surprise you. Every time that I take you, you had better have your nipple piercing in, as a sign of my owner ship, or you'll be getting your clit pierced by me too."

"But what do I tell my husband?"

"Tell him you've always wanted pierced nipples. Hell, go and get some fancy ring put in instead of this pin. Fine by me. But you had better always have something in that nipple or you'll feel a new depth of pain you didn't even know existed."

Still sobbing and yelling "fuck," I decided she needed to be shut up. I untie her hands and ankles from each other and the bed posts and spin her 45 degrees on the bed so her head hangs over the edge of the bed. Quickly, I tie her hands and ankles to separate bed posts to get her spread eagled again.

"Time to pierce your other nipple," I say. 

She started pleading to not do it. 

"Look. It's gonna happen. You can choose to be conscious for it, or I'll choke you out again and you can wake up to it. No difference to me'"

Katie keep pleading with me, telling me she would suck my cock, swallow my cum, anything. Since she wouldn't shut up, I decided she had made her decision: Choked out... but this time with my cock.

I reach under her neck and pull her pleading mouth onto my cock head, telling you to earn her pardon from a second nipple piercing. She immediately opened her mouth wide and stuck her tongue out. With my hand under her neck, I immobilized her head and slowly slid my cock into her mouth and into her throat, inch by inch. I keep it lodged there and start flexing it, enjoying the feeling of her throat.

Her throat started squeezing my cock shaft as she began to gag. Now her hands and feet were squirming and kicking, trying to get away from my cock down her throat so she can breathe again and stop gagging. But Katie wasn't going anywhere. 

Soon, her struggling stopped as she blacked out yet again. I moved quickly, so as not to damage my little fuck doll's brain from lack of oxygen. I grabbed the other safety pin and cork, line it up on her nipple, and quickly thrust it through and clasp it. I stand up, pulling my cock out of her mouth, and bend over to breathe a big lung full of air into her lungs. One more breath and she started flickering her eyelids and coming around.

Just as Katie really start coming to, her mouth began to open for that scream of pain her second nipple was eliciting. Just as she started to scream, I bring my open hand down really hard, really fast on her spread open pussy. It adds tremendously to her pain and it stifles her scream before it even escapes, leaving her gasping for air.

As her mouth stays wide open, I plunge my cock into her mouth again, reach under her neck, and slide into her throat until my balls are smashed against her nose. Staying impaled in her mouth, I begin slapping her pussy relentlessly, over and over, smack after smack. 

Katie started to struggle again, her legs and arms wriggling and tearing at their bounds, but I persisted: Cock staining to go even deeper into her throat and my own hand starting to sting from how hard I'm slapping her spread open pussy, alternating between hitting directly on her clit and smacking her pussy opening.

I can feel my balls tightening. That all too familiar feeling of orgasm is building, but I don't want to waste my cum in her stomach, so I pull out and let Katie come to her senses.

While Katie is waking up, I untie and retie her, so that her wrists are tied to the head board and she's on her stomach.

I slap her upturned ass and yell at Katie to get on her knees. I tell her it's time for her to hold my cum deep up inside her pussy, waiting up in her womb for some fertile egg to receive my sperm.

Katie complies but can't believe this is happening, thinking to herself, "Pregnant? By him?!?!?! How do explain THAT to my husband?"

I mount Katie from behind, sliding my engorged cock up into her pussy canal, my knees in-between hers so I can hold her hips and really slam into her. I reach up and grab her hair and pull back roughly. Now I'm riding her like some bucking bronco, smacking the side of her ass every once in awhile.

"I'm gonna shoot my baby juice way up into her baby womb, you little fuck doll. I'm gonna keep raping you for weeks until I know for sure that you're pregnant from my bastard seed."

The thought has me so turned on that I quickly reach orgasm, shooting spurt after spurt deep up into her body, convulsion after convulsion. Katie can feel it spurting into her, as my cock swells and expands and jumps as it cums.

When I'm all spent, I untie Katie and spin her around, tying her hands to her ankles again and then tying them to the head board so her spread pussy is up in the air.

I'm going to leave like this so that baby seed of mine can find its' way home all the way up to her ovaries. Leave your husband a little surprise to come home to as well. Thanks for the fuck, you little cum slut. "

"See you around the neighborhood!"