4 comments/ 63289 views/ 40 favorites Bought By: EDSpencer The world was splintered into sects and factions. The Daemon and the Vampires held a steady truce built on necessity, and of admiration. Both species were ruthless killers, powerful and dark . . . most importantly, dangerous. What humans that remained either had one of two lives. Either they served as cattle for the Vampire, or they lived under the watchful care of the Fey–the world's faeries and elves. The Fey were well learned, high magical people, bent on the bettering of their own. However, most had become xenophobic over the generations and held little regard for anyone else. Though, the Fey kept to their own, they hated the daemon and the vampire and wanted to purge their kind from existence. Likewise, the daemon and vampire hated the Fey, believing them weak. A silent–and often, dangerous and brutal–war waged between the groups. The humans were caught in the middle simply wanting to free the ones that lived as food . . . even though some wanted as such. *----------------------------------*----------------------------* Before the evening "meal" a man came to the door. A tall man, at least 6'1" with shoulder length wavy blonde hair and penetrating green eyes, and skin so pale it looked like milk. This man had business to discuss with the lord of the home. E'fuone escorted him inside to her father's presence, passing Areica along the way. The man stared long and hard at the tattered half-daemon girl for a moment, before going into the meeting room. An hour or so passed and the man reemerged. Areica and Effy's father called for Effy, who quickly went inside to talk to her father. Not long after, she emerged with a smug smile on her face. "Pack your things, what little you have . . . It seems you've been bought." Effy said to her younger sister who sat on the floor stoking the fire pit. Areica was watching the strange man walk by as she poked at the flames so she barely heard her sister. When it hit her though . . . "WHAT?!" Areica exclaimed "You heard me. Finally we can be rid of you, you disgrace . . . Father sold you to the vampire. Finally I can be without shame." Effy said with a voice as smug as the look on her face Effy smiled contentedly at the girl, who was nearly in tears. Areica was the product of secondary relationship of their father–with a human no less. Generally, the daemon kind mated only with other daemons, but once E'fuone's mother, a proud daemon priestess, died in victorious battle, her father became rather bored and lonely. He took up with a lowly, worthless, peasant human barely even presentable enough for vampire fodder. Areica was the pathetic product . . . and Effy hated her very existence. "How . . . could father . . .?" "You are of little use to us, half breed." Effy said with distaste, "Maybe being fodder for the vampires will give you something to do, eh? Now, get your stuff. Let's not keep your new lord waiting!" Effy laughed then skipped off to Areica's little cubby hole, grabbing her things. Areica continued to sit on the dirty floor, since she wasn't good enough to touch the furniture, being a half-breed. In the household, she was less than nothing. Areica wasn't even sure how this turn of events even surprised her. A few moments later, Effy returned with a small sack, tossing it to her younger sister, who was in shock. "There, that's all of it. Good bye!" The tall, dark woman stood Areica up and shoved her into the arms of her new master. As he towered over Areica, Rhoeshard looked down at the pretty little half daemon girl with a toothy grin. Immediately, the girl noticed the sharpened incisors. The sight made her blood boil with anger. "Don't worry, girl, I know this will be much fun. You'll learn to love me . . . I assure you." He ran a cold finger down her cheek. Areica's violet eyes glowed at him as she hissed, moving her face away. He smiled into her sweet, pointy, humanish face. She was beautiful, without a doubt with finely defined features–a slightly sharp nose, high cheek bones, and a sweetly oval face. Her coal black hair curled wildly down her back, but also cupped her face in the front. Once he fixed her up, she'd be exquisite. "Aww . . . sweeting . . . " he grabbed her face roughly, "You have fire, I like that. It's been a long time since I've been warm." He grabbed her things, then her arm, and dragged her from her family home. Oh, she screamed out in anger, fighting him kicking and screaming, but he was stronger for the most part. A shame really, for her foolish father. She was definitely worth more than a half bag of coin . . . Of course, he'd be taking triple that out of her in many ways. The thought made him tingle with excitement. How lucky had he been to find this diamond in the rough? "Let me go!!" she yelled out Rhoeshard held her tighter. Areica yelped in pain. She thought for sure her skin would bruise. He smirked down at her. "Now why would I do a thing like that? I get what I pay for..". "Damnit . . . then bed me and let me go!" she struggled, but he continued to hold on tight. "My dear, I bought you for more than a sex pet for an evening." "Then what?!" "Sex pet until I kill you . . . " She froze. The vampire laughed at her. It was a cold and dark sound. Then he yanked her into his carriage. "I have more uses for you than sex. I can get that much at a whore house. There will be other plans for you, m'dear." She shivered at the way the pale man said that. There wasn't much she could offer a vampire, honestly. Most of her skills were domestic, besides the ones she had in the bed. Even then, she only had a rudimentary knowledge at best. Her kind drained energy thanks to sexual intercourse to gain energy since food only gave so much. Her father and Effy never allowed her to partake in the evening meals except what little she could leech off preparing their treat with petting. As for the final touch, the part that gave the most pleasure as well as the most energy hadn't been an option for her. A man had never touched her that way. Areica noticed the way her master watched the length of her neck. He watched closely with a hunger that made her weep inwardly, though, as a true daemon would, she didn't show that kind of fear. "I thought daemon didn't taste good to you people." She said quietly, narrowing her eyes He smiled. It was true. Daemons had a nasty after taste in their blood. At least most. Some could be as sweet as blooded wine. It was just a matter of figuring out whom. Something told him that this delicious little minx would taste fantastic. "You don't . . . usually. But sometimes, it can be fun." He licked his lips at her, which forced her back into her seat further as though trying to flee. Rhoeshard laughed cruelly again, then patted the back of the coach, signaling for the driver to take off. The girl squealed quietly as they began to move. "Well, say goodbye to your old home . . . If you should see it again, it will be on business terms." He said in a whimsical tone. The girl said nothing about that. Instead, she watched him with growing animalistic eyes. Uh oh, he'd trapped the beauty in his carriage. "How can you be afraid of me? Our kinds have been allies for generations." He looked down her body. The dress she wore was obviously a ratty hand- me-down. Most unbecoming of such a precious little halfling. His hands reached down to the hem of the dress, which he pushed upward. Areica tried to move his hands away, but he snarled at her, causing her to stop her resistance. "That's a good girl. Now . . . let me show you how fun it can be to work for me." He roughly parted her legs, giving one of her smooth, deep brown inner thighs a long stroke. She shivered, but he knew it wasn't from pleasure or lust . . . just of fear. So be it. It would make the experience all the more pleasurable. One of his sharp nails sliced into her thigh, then the other. Not a large cut . . . just enough for what he intended to do. She yelped in pain. This made him smile. "Oooh, that's perfect . . . " he cooed as he worked his magic, calling the blood down her body to the new openings in her legs It felt like all her blood was rushing to the area between her legs. To her surprise, she felt very hot and very wet, even though she desperately didn't want to be. But she had no choice . . . her body was reacting in the way that he wanted. She arched and moaned while her new master just watched and laughed. There was another quick burst of blood rushing, which made her ball her hand into a fist and slammed it down on her seat. Her heart raced wildly as did her breath. And she was beginning to feel quite dizzy because of it. The last one was all she needed to be sent into pleasurable spasms. Areica cried out and whimpered as she felt the wet walls of her womanhood quiver, longing to be filled inside . . . wanting something to close around and massage. Her master gently licked the cuts on her now extremely sensitive skin. It was like electricity jolted as his mouth met her flesh. When she jumped, he laughed again. "Beautiful . . . would you like another?" he asked with a deep, seducing tone. Areica kept her eyes on his, lust and contempt intermingling. For now, Rhoeshard decided to ignore the contempt. At least for now. He went back to work, taking one of the cuts into his mouth and sucking. A sharp pain shot through Areica. When she yelped, Rhoeshard closed his eyes and savored the pain in her tone while he took deep whiffs of her musky sent. The entire carriage was filled with it. Oh, the joyful trinket he'd bought this night. Rhoeshard pushed her undergarments away, exposing the hot heat so very close to his head. It was scrumptious looking . . . The slightly opened folds glistened at him and the sweet little bud of her flower was plump–ready for the taking. He brought one of his fingers to it, giving it gentle touch. Areica arched against him, wanting more. But when he looked up at her, he could tell how much she hated herself for the reaction. This only fueled his desire to continue. The long, cold finger traced down the slit of her. Quickly his finger coated in her sweet juices, but he knew that it wouldn't be as sweet as the blood in his mouth. Oh, she tasted so good . . . like nothing he'd ever tasted before. He had to reward her for this wonderful treat. And he did, slipping that long finger deep inside. To his surprise, the deep inner length of her was tight. Ready, potentially willing despite its owner, but tight as though never touched. She yelped again in pain, and that only proved his suspicions. He pulled his mouth away, grinning up at her with blooded teeth. Trails of her sweet blood stained the sides of his lips and down his chin. "Can this be so, my pet?" he asked in awe as he continued to move the finger in and out of her with slightly wet sounds, "Has this place never been touched?" His finger massaged the inner walls of the virginal orifice vigorously. Areica looked as though she might just cry as he did, but he could also feel the trembles of pleasure within her . . . especially as his thumb began massaging her glistening button. "I will not waste this here, methinks . . . But I will give you this much for now." He moved his finger up and inserted another one. The fullness inside almost made Areica scream. Rhoeshard found a spot inside of her that forced her legs open as wide as they could possibly go. Again, her inner walls spasmed, but this time she felt her insides sucking on his fingers, drawing them further into her abyss. She ripped into the velvet upholstery of the carriage as a deep, aching moan escaped her mouth. Rhoeshard stayed with her until she became "peaceful." Her breathing slowed and the delightful contractions around his fingers subsided. When he left her, she cowered back in her seat, bringing her knees up to her chest, looking at him fearfully and angry. He looked at his little thing . . . all angry and afraid with her post-orgasmic flushed face. It was simply delicious, in Rhoe's opinion. "Wasn't that swell, pet?" he licked his fingers, getting a hint of her virgin's blood. He closed his eyes and moaned pleasurably. "Just when I thought you couldn't taste any better." She still had a feral look in her eyes, so he just kept talking, "Feel lucky what I've done for you. It's my own personal trick that I've been perfecting. It had been some time since I'd been able to . . . experiment, so to speak." She sneered at Rhoe, who simply smiled. "Now, now. No need to be angered. I did that for your pleasure as well as mine. Obviously, if I am willing to give you such pleasures, I mean you no harm." Rhoe could tell she obviously didn't trust him at the moment. That was fine, for now . . . but someday he'd show her how opposite that was. "Where ARE my manners . . .?! My name is Rhoeshard. You can call me Master Rhoe. You are now in my service as well as my sire's, Master Khelman." She sneered at him again. "Go to the bowels of Hell, 'Master' Rhoe . . . " she said sarcastically She squeezed her legs to her body even more, protectively. Master Rhoe sat back in his seat, watching her smugly. He shook his head. His brilliant blonde hair shook with him. "I can see you are going to be such fun, pet. More fun than I ever thought possible." (to be continued) Bought In that moment, every one of my senses was heightened to the extreme. I think I might have toppled over from it all had I not been restricted from doing so. There I stood, on a stage, with brilliant theatre lights dazzling my sight. I could see nothing above the tables within the audience, underneath which I could make out dark leather soles, heels of all shapes and makes, stockinged legs and pressed pants, but very little else. I had to squint each time I tried to look up more directly ahead. My body was displayed as they had warned me it would be. A thick pole, almost like a tree trunk, pressed against my back, and my wrists were bound behind it with soft rope. They said that this was to better exhibit my breasts. My ankles were not tied down, but a spreader bar had been attached to them, and I had been ratcheted open where I stood. In terms of clothing, I had stepped on stage with the filmy little robe they had provided, and I hoped that perhaps they would allow it to stay. But it had only taken one call-out from an audience member to have it removed; an organizer had quickly stepped forward to unbind me, whisk it away, and pull my hands back together behind the pole. So I stood naked, save my heels, some simple jewellery, and the ID collar around my neck. My heart pounded, my chest rose and fell too rapidly, and I knew the colour was rising to my cheeks. The music was low, of course, so as not to drown out the caller, and for the first minute or so, I could make out his words. But as my heart pumped, my ears were flooded by the rushing sound of my own blood, and beyond the introduction and early invitation to bid, I could make out nothing more. "Ladies and gentlemen," the caller began in a mild French-Canadian accent, "If you would kindly consult tonight's program, you will see that this is Whore #7 of the evening. Some might call her Lucky #7, hm?" He paused here, received the expected chuckles, and continued. "Ladies and gentlemen, this is #7's first auction, but please don't mistake her for a virgin. She is, indeed, a deep-down slut, and states in her own words that she has a desire to extend her understanding of a submissive's role. She yearns for a Daddy who will push her limits while keeping her safe, and she wishes to know the sting of discipline as much as the pleasure of cock stuffing full her holes. You may view her preferences and limits in your program, of course, and by all means you may approach the stage for a closer look or to sample as you wish. Shall we open the bidding then, ladies and gentlemen?" Numbers were called out. Men and women alike approached the stage to ogle me, to fondle me, to inspect me. I quickly understood the reasons for the pole behind me and the bar between my legs. The caller's voice rose and fell, acknowledging each new bid and still encouraging others. I followed very little of it all, my head spinning like a carnival Tilt-a-Whirl, until I heard the small gavel knock against the caller's podium. "Sold to #124! Sir, would you kindly approach the stage and collect your whore? You can then attend to the official documents for signing just off-stage..." I heard a deep, steady voice in reply, "With all due respect, I would prefer the girl to come to me." I struggled to squint and locate from where and whom the voice was coming in the audience. The caller hesitated and glanced off-stage over his right shoulder while covering the microphone on his lapel. His hand moved aside again and he smiled accommodatingly. "Sir, by all means; not a problem at all," and I felt the same organizer as earlier release first my bar, and then my wrists. I glanced helplessly at the caller, unsure of how to proceed. I had not been warned that it might happen like this. He nodded in the audience's general direction. I was not unaware of how foolish I looked standing there in the stage lights, blinking like a newborn fawn. I took two steps towards the stairs leading from the stage when the voice from the audience rose up again. "Excuse me caller, but I would appreciate the whore coming to me on her hands and knees, please." I froze. This man meant for me to crawl to him, wherever he happened to be in the mass of tables. I heard the caller take my voice from me. "Yes Sir, of course. A good whore must know her place." And so, I carefully lowered myself to the floor of the stage and crawled to the edge, down the stairs, and through the legs, both table and human. I had no clue where I was going, but for the audience, it turned into the childhood game of "Hot or Cold". They led me to the man, but not before having their own fun with me and laughing at my expense. Words like "bitch" and "cunt" and "slave" rang in my ears. After finally arriving at his feet, on blackened knees and hands, I dared not even raise my eyes for fear of betraying my anger. He said nothing at first; simply clipped my ID collar to the leash he held in his hands. I moved not my body, but raised my eyes enough to see him wrap the leash tightly around his left hand several times. He did not raise me, but leaned down closely to my ear. I could smell the clean of him and he half-spoke, half-whispered. "You have no idea how proud of you I am already, pet. I understand how hard that must have been for you, and you need to hear this: I thank you for it." Without realizing it, my eyes shot up to his face in surprise, expecting to see a sarcastic grin of some sort, but finding nothing but hard sincerity. He seemed to search mine a moment, then nodded once and spoke again. "Come." He flicked his wrist and took my neck with him as he rose from his seat. I stumbled but a half-step and then walked alongside him on two feet as he first went to sign the required documents and regain my robe, and then led me outside. A large, dark car awaited us. Within, we were at first quiet. He spoke only after the vehicle had driven for several blocks. "I would like you to tell me why you chose to do that tonight." I searched for what he meant to ask in that statement. "I had to crawl... You requested..." He cut me off to clarify, "No, no... I meant to ask why you would choose to auction yourself off like that. Why a girl would do something like that to herself, not knowing just what might happen to her." It was an excellent question, and one I had had to answer several times already, to myself. It had not been an easy decision, and I had second-guessed myself numerous times through the process. While I gathered my thoughts towards responding, he spoke again. "Please, whore... Do sit appropriately for your role, hm? Legs apart, robe slightly open. There. Good girl. Now, do tell." That moment – his simple yet demanding words – solidified it all. Suddenly, I wanted him to see me for what I was. "I knew, deep within me, that it was something I needed to do. Something I needed to experience, and that I needed to lose some of the control of it. Yes, there were moments of extreme uncertainty, from the first application form all the way through to the caller's final words tonight. But, if I may be so bold, your words right there..? Telling me to sit appropriately..?" I knew I was blushing now. "Go on," he pushed. I inhaled. "I need a Daddy. A demanding Daddy. One who will take charge of me and show me who I really am inside. One who will... Who will use me and expose me and bend me and mold me into his perfect... his perfect..." "His perfect baby whore? His absolute fuck doll? His own obedient cunt? His pleasing little cock puppet? Isn't that what you mean? Hm? Indeed, that's what I expect. And looking at you up there tonight... Somehow I just knew you had it in you. I knew you needed it. Don't you think you do, pet?" "Yes..." "Yes what?" "Yes, Daddy." I looked at him when I said this. I couldn't help it; I was terrified of mockery for it. A corner of his mouth lifted, but it was clearly in pleasure, not insincerity. He moved a large hand between my legs, ran it upwards to my smooth pussy. I was mildly embarrassed that he would find me wet, but he seemed not to be even remotely surprised. "I'd like to hear it again, whore." "Yes, Daddy." He slipped one finger between my folds. "Again, whore." "Yes, Daddy..." He slipped in another, and then pushed them both up into me. I gasped and bucked into his hand. "And again, whore." My voice changed. My being changed. There it was; he had claimed me, and I had given myself willingly. "Yes, Daddyyy..." Three fingers cleaved me, fucked me just a moment, and then he pulled them out and smeared them across my cheeks, lips, drawing them downwards. I was breathless. My mouth opened instinctively and into it, my Daddy slid his fingers. I sucked. Like a proper whore. Like the tag I wore round my neck. I sucked, I opened my legs further and pressed down into the leather seat, and his other hand grasped one breast, mauled it. Each movement was a burst of sensation and image. His voice became a low growl, "I own you this weekend, whore. I own your tits, your mouth, your ass, and your cunt, and I intend to get my money's worth for all of them." I took his fingers down into my throat, eyes watering, and listened. "And the weekend will come to a close, but I daresay your desire to be my willing piece of fuckmeat will not. The choice will be yours in the end. Now..." His fingers pulled from my mouth and the other hand released my breast; instead, they tangled themselves in my hair. "Be a good whore and suck Daddy. Show me how grateful you are to be here with him, hm? Show Daddy what a piece of paid-for fuckmeat is meant for." I mewled, and I bent my head. Bought A/N: All characters in this story are above the age of 18. Please only view if it is legal to view adult material in your area. ***** "Do you understand this situation?" She stared intently at the ground, unable to speak. "I asked you a question." She bit her lip and remained silent. His hand darted out to grab her chin, forcing her to look into his cold eyes. "Y-yes." He tsked with his tongue. "I don't think you do. See, your daddy had a problem. A problem that he didn't have the money to pay for. So when he couldn't pay me for that little problem, we came to an agreement." She tried to look away again, but his rough fingers dug into her cheeks. "That agreement was you, doll. He gave me you, and I forgave his debt. But if you don't do exactly as I tell you, I will say that I didn't get what I paid for and I will take everything you and your father own, you hear? I will take your home, I will take your car, I will take the clothes from your back. So I would recommend that you answer me when I talk to you. Now, do you understand?" "Y-yes." He released her chin. "Wonderful. In that case, I think I'm ready to use you." "Use me?" He chuckled. "Oh, you ignorant thing. What do you think I bought you for?" Her eyes widened. "Ah, so you do understand. Now then, let's begin." He turned and walked down the front hall, away from the doorway they had been standing, obviously expecting her to follow. After a moment of hesitation, she did. He led her into a large living room, where he sat on an expensive looking couch. He sat looking completely at ease, with his knees falling away from each other and one arm on the back cushions of the couch. He patted his thigh, "Come sit on me, sweetheart." She hesitated, terrified, but had no choice in the matter. She padded delicately across the hard wooden floor, her bare feet slapping softly. He leaned back as she perched lightly on the tip of his knee. "Now, now," he scolded her. "That isn't a very comfortable position for either of us now, is it?" His large hands wrapped around her waist and she let out a small squeak as he pulled into the center of his lap, her tightly closed legs between his open ones. He chuckled and rolled his hips slightly, adjusting himself. She inhaled sharply as she felt his hard member move beneath her. He kissed the back of her neck as his hands slipped from her hips up her stomach to grope her breasts. She could feel him harden against her as he continued to knead her tits, pushing them together then pulling them apart. He bounced them in his palms, them squished them flat, earning a gasp from her. He suddenly pushed her off of his lap and onto the hard floor. She cried out softly as her knees slammed into the hard surface. He grabbed her long brown hair and twisted her head around until she was eye level with his dick straining against the material of his faded blue jeans. "Suck me sweetheart." She froze, muscles tense. She glanced, shocked, at the man's face. His eyes were iron. "I said to suck me." She blinked fiercely. Twisting her body to face him, she pulled her knees up under her and reached towards his zipper with shaking hands. With a soft hiss, she pulled down the zipper on his jeans, freeing his cock to spring forth. She shuddered as she stared at the hard length before her. "Are you a virgin, sweetheart?" She swallowed, then nodded. He smiled. "Just do exactly as I say, and you'll do fine. Now, stroke it." She reached forwards slowly, dreading the task in front of her. She wrapped a soft hand against the leathery, veined base, using her other hand to gently stroke up and down the long length with her fingertips. She inhaled sharply as it jumped in her hand, but continued the treatment. He leaned his head back into the couch cushions, groaning softly. "Rub my balls with your other hand," he ordered, his voice suddenly lower. She complied, still stroking it lightly, and massaged his testicles with slender fingers, gently lifting and squeezing. He groaned again, louder this time, and she smiled slightly, relieved that she was performing properly. "Now take me in your mouth." She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Then, opening them a slit, she guiding the pulsing cock into her small red mouth. She swirled her tongue around its tip, flicking the hole lightly and continuing the stroking and kneading of its shaft and balls. She bobbed her head up and down, taking the tip and a bit of its length and she sucked, breathing instinctively though her nose, her exhales tickling the cock. His fingers tangled themselves in her hair and forced her mouth down further onto his cock. She gagged, reaching a hand up to push against his firm stomach and his hips thrust up into her mouth. Her hand wrapped all the way around his shaft, pumping it furiously as his cock slid further into her mouth. She began to choke on it but he refused to let up his fierce pace. He stood, suddenly, forcing her to stretch her back to reach him. Both hands wrapped around the back of her head to pull her to him as he fucked her mouth. She removed her hand from him as he thrust further and further, bracing herself against his pelvis as his balls slapped into her chin. He let his head fall back as his balls contracted and released himself in her mouth. She gagged as the bitter fluid filled her, letting it dribble out of her mouth as more came than she could hold. "Swallow it." She flinched as his long fingers traced the path from her chin to the corner of her mouth and obediently began to swallow the cum. He sighed in pleasure at the sensation, finally loosening his grip on her hair and letting her pull her mouth away from him cock. "That was good," he said, gently stroking her hair. "But I am not nearly satisfied yet." He stood her up, then sat back on the couch. "Strip." She glared at him. He arched an eyebrow. Drawing a shaky breath, she reached up with her hands and began to unbutton her flannel shirt. "Slower." He ordered. "I want to enjoy this, not just get it over with. She slowed, unbuttoning each button carefully, until all were open. "Stop." He stood up. "Don't move." He walked around her, until he stood pressed against her back. He clutched the edges of her shirt, then pulled it roughly off of her. She gasped a little, as he pulled her arms tight behind her in the process. Then, she stood in her thin tank top before him. He reached around from behind her, pressing his rough hands against her flat stomach, grinding against her ass. She could feel that he was already hard again, and shuddered slightly. He felt the motion and laughed softly. He slipped his hands up her body until they cupped her breasts. "They're a little small, don't you think?" he asked. She gritted her teeth. He moved his mouth closer to her ear, until his breath tickled her. "Put you arms over you head," he whispered softly. She did as he commanded, feeling the tank ride up on her stomach as she moved. She arched her back slightly as his hand slid over her hips, stimulating her, and she felt his warm erection jabbing her back's bare skin. He was already growing hard again, she realized with a mix of disgust and excitement in the pit of her stomach. He gripped the hem of the tank, and pulled it harshly over her head. She now stood before him, naked from the waist up except for a bra. He kissed the sweet spot at the base of her neck roughly, causing her to gasp softly. A low chuckle came from him, and he placed a hand on her shoulder, turning her to face him. "Let me see what I earned from this bargain." He stepped back, running his eyes over her torso, his tongue flicking out to moisten his lips as he stared at her breasts. He stepped towards her again, putting one hand on the small of her back, the other at her nape, and pulled her close to kiss her roughly on the lips. He ground his crotch against her stomach, slipping his hand up to the clasp of her bra. She tried to pull away, but the hand on her neck held her firm. She gasped into his mouth as her bra fell, unclasped, to the floor. His tongue took advantage of this to thrust inside of her mouth. He licked along her lips and inside of her mouth as he deepened the kiss. His hand slid from her back to her breast, it's small, firm form fitting easily into his grip. As he kissed her, he rolled her nipple inbetween his thumb and forefinger, causing her to moan into him. He broke off the kiss, staring at her naked chest. He continued to stimulate one breast with his fingers, as he lowered his mouth to the other. His other hand slipped from the back of her neck to between her shoulder blades, where he pulled her in tight to him. He sucked at her breast, then nipped it gently. The action caused her to moan, and she wrapped her arms tightly around his broad back. He laughed. "Now there is the response I wanted." He bit her more aggressively, making her cry out as his pinched and pulled on her other nipple. His tongue circled the light brown tip, stimulating her senses as he grazed her with his teeth. After a while, he raised his head and planted another kiss on her mouth. He slippped his hand inside the waist of her jeans and began to rub her pussy through the gauzy material of her panties. "Good God, you're soaked," he whispered into her ear. She was too caught in the pleasure his rubbing gave her to reply. She moved her hips with his hand, triyng to direct him to her button to intensify her pleasure. "Not yet, sweetheart. Be patient." He unbuttoned her jeans. Step out." He shoved them off of her hips until they fell in a lump at her feet. She pulled her bare feet out, timidly. His large hand shoved into her shoulder, pushing her back against the wall. He pressed himself against her, sucking the base of her neck as he stroked her slit through her panties. She tilted her head to the side, granting him greater access to her neck, which he sucked harder as his hand slid into her panties and his middle finger poked curiously at her cunt. His single finger slipped easily into the tight hole, lubricated by the juices flowing freely between her legs. She gasped as she felt him enter her, closing her legs instinctively. He raised his mouth from her neck and nipped her ear lightly, her soft brown hair tickling his nose. "Open your legs, sweetheart." With her eyes half closed from the sensation of his breath on her throat, she opened her legs slightly. He grabbed her thighs with both hands and pulled them apart roughly. His left hand slipped around to knead the soft flesh of her ass while his right returned its attention to the warm pussy in front of him. He thrust two fingers deep into the hole, bringing a pained gasp to her lips. The two fingers rubbed up and down smoothly while his thumb toyed with her clit. His fingers felt blindly along the smooth walls of her interior, his nails scraping her slightly. Her hips began to move with his fingers, trying to force them deeper, faster. He let her, adding a third finger, stretching her in a way she had never felt before. He smiled as he watched her face contort from the pain, from the pleasure. A ragged scream tore from her throat as he slapped his palm onto her clit. She let her head fall back as she shuddered violently, orgasming for the first time from the rough treatment. He chuckled as she slumped into him, one hand dangling freely, the other on his muscular chest. She was breathing heavily, horrified by what her body had just done for the strange man holding her. He removed his fingers from her cunt, slipping it into his mouth to taste her pussy juices. "You're delicious," he murmured. She trembled against him, her frame small against his large, cut one. "Take off my shirt," he ordered after she had some time to calm down. She didn't fight him, but had a distraught expression on her face, eyes shiny with unshed tears. She swallowed hard, determined not to cry. Her tiny hands gripped the bottom hem of his tee shirt, and in one fluid motion she pulled it up over his head. She dropped it to the floor as he pulled her back against his chest. His hands reached down to her ass, his eyes staring greedily at the smooth white skin before him. He stepped back, his hand on his belt. His cock still hung out from its treatment earlier, hard and erect against his firm abdomen. "Turn around and put both of your hands on the wall." She glanced up at his face timidly, but he ignored her, unfastening his belt. She turned around and did as he said, flinching when she heard his jeans hit the floor. He wasn't wearing underwear, and they both were now completely naked. He placed his hands on her hips, forcing her to arch her back as he pulled her ass up and towards him. He grabbed his shaft with one hand, rubbing its tip up and down the slick canal between her legs. She moaned and arched her back further, guiding him to where she was wet and ready. He groaned as he slowly slid his dick inside of her. She gasped as she felt the tip penetrate her, far thicker than his fingers had been. "G-God..." She breathed, his cock slowly filling her. He paused halfway in, tightening his grip on her hips. He pulled back, leaving only the tip in, then leaned over her, his chest flat on her back. He kissed the nape of her neck slowly, then thrust himself balls deep into her. She screamed as he continued to thrust long and deep into her. He grunted, pulling her hips up to meet him as she braced her arms against wall, gritting her teeth and tensing her muscles. "Dammit!" She cried, pleasure and pain mixing in ecstasy from being ravaged by the man behind her. His thrusts grew quicker, his balls slapping her thighs as his intense pace carried her to the edge. "Mmyeah. Just like that." He hissed, slipping a hand around her hips to toy with her clit. As soon as she felt him on her button she broke. Crying out in pleasure, her entire body shuddered and the only thing holding her up was the wall and the man. He came as the final quivers were racking her body, drawing her orgasm out even longer. Warm liquid shot up her canal, the oozed out around the cock still firmly situated inside her. Bathing in the afterglow, the two sank to the floor, his body covering hers, his cock still inside. Her breathing was fast and shallow, her eyes half open, cheeks flushed. He propped himself up on one elbow, smiling in satisfaction at the back of her head. He leaned forwards and planted a soft kiss on her cheek. "Thank you," he murmured in her ear. "That was wonderful." She was still to stunned to reply, only managing to nod her head slightly. He held her in his arms, still on the floor, still growing soft inside her, until she returned to her senses. Bought and Paid For Jamie Downing or JD to his friends; excitedly burst into to his living room; he told his wife Katie that finally luck was turning to their side. Having been made redundant in the last round of credit crunch closures; he hastily told his wife of his deal with his old boss. "Old Jack Bennett has agreed to sell me his seven year old white Bentley!" he hastily told her; "and at a real bargain price too!" he continued. "It is easily worth fifteen thousand pounds and he has agreed to sell it to the car to him for only eight thousand!" he almost regretted telling her that for Katie flew into a rage. She shouted, "What the fuck are you playing at; you know that all your redundancy pay for the job you just lost only amounted to five thousand!" JD tried to explain, "Yes love but you know we can earn our living from luxury car hire and especially weddings along with your skills at flower arranging we can offer a really good service. Old Jack has agreed to give us six months interest free time to pay the remainder of the money" Suddenly Katie realised he was trying his best to make good the situation and she smiled; but JD hesitated before he smiled. Seeing this Katie sensed she was not told all the facts and so she pressed him for all the details of this great purchase. JD confessed there was a little matter he had not mentioned; He had agreed as part of the deal that the pair of them would work as servants in old Jacks home each weekend for the length of the interest free period. He then told her that Old Jack had invited them over tomorrow night for the weekend to put all the facts before them as a trial run so to speak. It took quite a bit of persuading for Katie to eventually agree to join JD in going to Jack's on the Friday night. At this point I should describe all the characters; Katie 28 year of age, five foot four tall slim build with 38 DD breasts with extremely sensitive nipples and she always keeps her cunt shaved clean. JD or Jamie; 29 years of age, five foot ten tall, medium build with an average sized circumcised cock of 6 inches in length and 2 inches in diameter. Old Jack; 52 years old six foot 2 tall and a few extra pounds of padding; his cock is uncircumcised and seven and a half inches in length and almost three inches thick. Friday afternoon Katie showered and talked her smooth body before walking naked into the bedroom to select what she planned to wear that night; she could not explain why but she felt wickedly horny and excited like a schoolgirl going on her first date; she toyed with the idea of wearing a plain trouser suit which would hide her largish tits but found herself plumping for a short wrap around skirt, white blouse with quarter cup bra and petite panties. She even found herself unable to resist playing with her sensitive nipples as she tried to recall what old Jack looked like. She was face down on the bed riding her way through her orgasm with three fingers buried deep inside her cunt when she felt a playful slap on her arse. She jumped and turned over to come face to face with her husband Jamie. He teased her that she was fantasising about their forthcoming play night. For every two weeks JD and Katie engaged in fantasy play; one session it would be JD's fantasy and the next they would play out Katie's fantasy. Strange thing was though that the last two or three play sessions the fantasy's seemed to intermingled not just Katie's desires but just as much JD's fantasy too. The last session two weeks ago had been Katie's fantasy so to speak but she had decided to use a strap on to fuck JD up the arse; but in doing so she had made him shave his cock and balls and wear an old skirt; bra and blouse. Then she insisted on make him up with full make up; she noticed as soon a she had in put on the bra, his cock began stirring and by the time she applied the final touches of the lipstick, he was sporting a fully fledged stiffy. Then with JD on his knees he was made to such the strap on rubber cock as if it was a real one and once it was soaking wet in his saliva he had to beg to be fucked; Katie took great delight in calling him all the names a slut and tart loves before slowly sticking the rubber cock deep into his boy pussy. She was amazed that he actually spurted his white semen without his cock being stroked once as she fucked him from behind. The pools of white spunk were then up by JD without him even being told to do so. Now Katie hoped to be tied up and teased for a couple of hours before being soundly spanked and fucked by JD, always making out he had just picked up this whorish tramp that night and was fucking her for the first time. At seven pm on that night, both JD and Katie presented themselves at Jack's front door; JD was clearly nervous as he almost hopped from foot to foot while Katie was excited in a sexual way for she already felt her panties were more than just a little damp. Just then the door opened and there stood Jack, Katie instantly recalled him as the man who she was sure leered after her at so many Christmas parties in the five years JD had worked for the company; strange thing was that instead of now being disgusted her heart skipped a beat and her nipples stiffened even more. She just about realised that for every weekend for the next six months this man would own her body and along with that he would lay claim to her mind too. Quickly they entered the house and was ushered into the living room; Jack spoke slowly and calmly as he asked, "You both know what this means being here tonight?" Both Katie and JD nodded. "Very well then!" continued Jack, "Then here are the rules for the next six months; every Friday night at 7 pm you will present yourselves here at my home; go to the servant's bedroom and change into whatever clothes I leave out for you; each pile of clothes will be labelled with the name of the wearer; refuse any order of mine and the terms of this sale are broken; you will forfeit the car and any monies paid instantly! Is that understood?" he demanded. JD spoke firstly, "Yes my wife and I fully understand!" he said. "Your wife, (laughter), you mean my new sex toy and slut! Will have to speak for herself?" demanded Jack. Reluctantly Katie spoke; "Seems I have little choice as you have already taken his redundancy money and we need the car to make our plans work!" she stated rather coldly. "Oh my dear, you have every choice; you can leave now and keep your virtue intact or you can agree and let me devour your body at long last; but I am a benevolent man; I will tell you now that I will not ask you to do anything which I would not demand of your husband as well!" Jack stated. "Oh yes; I forgot to mention to JD; I am bi sexual and always aim to be the master and to this end you may refer to me as MASTER or SIR, is that understood?" he continued. Both JD and Katie, looked at each other and said "Yes, Sir!" "Good then first things first; I always have a bath on a Friday night, so JD; remove your trousers and underwear; make sure your upper clothes do not hang lower than your waist and go run me my bath; ten inches from the top of the bath no less; then wait there so you can wash me! Now go!" Jack demanded. Quickly as Katie watched her husband he removed his trousers and underpants before tucking his shirt up around his waist and holding it there with the belt from his trousers; she noticed his cock was already hard and standing proud. Both she and JD noticed the leer on Jack's face as he ogled JD's cock. No sooner had JD left the room; Jack turned his attention to Katie. "Well my little whore; I have admired your fine tits for so long and have never seen them in the flesh, so remove your top and bra immediately while I decide your chores for tonight!" He demanded. Nervously yet excitedly Katie unbuttoned her blouse and as she slipped it off her shoulders she heard a muffed gasp from Jack. "Oh my, how wonderful a choice of bra; it holds your big tits up so well and yet allows me to admire your hard nipples standing so proud and I suspect in need of a good sucking!" he added. Katie blushed but the words seemed to spur her to even high levels of horniness; suddenly her nipples were being pinched and pulled by her new master; he marvelled at their rubbery feel and the way Katie moaned as he pulled them this way or twisted them that. Suddenly the fingers were gone leaving Katie's sensitive nipples pleading for further contact; as her mind registered his next command; "raise your skirt, Slut; I want to see your panties!" As if in a trance she did as she was told but again blushed red as she realised her panties must by now be well soaked in cunt juice for she had been so excited all afternoon and evening. With eyes closed she waited in anticipation until she felt the first probing of his fingers, the finger ran up the crease of her cunt pressing firmly enough to solicit a further lusty groan as it flicked her clit; she felt another gush of cunt juice escape her open lips. "You fucking slag; you have been fantasising about being with me and making your wimp of a husband watch you taking a real man's cock, haven't you?" he demanded. Katie never opened her eyes but merely nodded in agreement; she want so much for this to be over and yet was excited to new levels at being called a slag and being the plaything of this powerful man. Again she waited what seemed like hours for his next words but in fact it was only minutes as she was told to remove her panties and place them in his hand. Once he had then in his hand he ordered her to hold up the front of her skirt while he knelt in front of her and then ordered her to open her legs wider; He then said, "I can smell how wet your horny cunt is bitch; you want me to fuck you and then make your wimp of a husband lick my spunk from your cunt; don't you?" "Oh God; Yes Master but make him lick me slowly and show you the spunk before he can swallow it and if you have your cock buried in his boy pussy at the same time; so much the better!" she uttered without thinking. "Ah so our little JD, is a cock loving queer then!" he snapped. "Oh no, Sir; he loves to fuck cunt as much as you do, Sir; it's just he too is bi sexual and really would love to try his first real cock up his boy pussy!" she explained. Just then JD arrived back in the living room and smiled as he saw Master on his knees as he thought licking his wife's hot wet cunt; the smile was soon wiped off his face when Jack told him to get out and in future to knock before coming into a room where he was. Quickly JD exited the room closed the door before knocking and waiting; after what seemed a reasonable delay, Jack called out for him to enter. JD stepped into the room and announced your bath is ready master. Jack instructed Katie to go to the master bedroom and to put on the uniform waiting there on the bed for her; he stressed that she was to put on everything that was in the pile without exception. Then he ordered JD to follow him up to the bathroom as his duty was going to be to wash his master and then dry him before he was going to watch his horny cock loving wife take a real man's cock. JD walked three paces behind Jack all the way upstairs and into the master bathroom; where he was told to undress Jack and once he had completed the task; Jack told him to stand perfectly still or he would be punished; then taking hold of JD's prick in his left hand and his balls in his right hand; Jack began stroking JD's cock as he did so he watched closely JD's breathing then as soon as it appeared his breathing was getting fast and shallow he squeezed really hard on JD's balls. JD let out a pitiful cry and his cock immediately shrunk and became soft; Jack laughed and then bent over spread his legs and demanded JD's lick his arse clean before he got into the bath. As JD set about licking his masters arse; Jack noticed his cock return to full erection and without warning he let out a fart; grabbing JD's head as he did so and holding it tight so JD took the fart full in the face. Then Jack climbed in the bath and insisted that JD remove the rest of his clothes and proceed to wash him; Jack insisted JD begin by washing his cock slowly and thoroughly; delighting in this submissive male stroking his cock in pretence of washing it. Just then there was a knock on the bathroom door and after being told to come in; in stepped Katie dressed as a French maid complete with frilly underskirt and six inch high heels. The low cut top showed off her large tits to perfection and Jack insisted she lean over the edge of the bath and check how well JD had washed his cock with her mouth of course. Jacks full seven and a half inches of rigid baby making cock slipped into Katie's stretched mouth; with JD watching eagerly as Katie's cheeks puffed out to accommodate such a fine cock. Then Jack told JD to get on his hands and knees and open his legs wide; half expecting Jack to climb out the bath and slip that great looking cock up his arse; JD did as he was told. Then with a nod from Jack; Katie moved behind JD and raised her skirt at the front to reveal the 11 inch rubber strap on cock and slowly forced it into JD's boy pussy. As he watched Jack slowly stroked his cock and promised to fill not only Katie's cunt with his baby making seed but also her arse and the boy pussy of her cuckolded husband. By now Katie was slamming the rubber cock into a squealing JD; and with much verbal encouragement from Jack he made it plain that JD was a cock sucking faggot and he was being fucked by his wife as a slut with nuts. Suddenly Jack demanded that Katie pull out of JD's boy pussy and make JD suck the rubber cock clean. While JD was busy sucking the rubber object so recently stretching his tight anal ring; Jack made Katie pull the elasticised top of her French maid's uniform down so her large tits fell free. He made Katie play with her nipples whist ramming the rubber cock in and out of JD's mouth. While everyone was distracted; Jack got out the bath and knelt behind JD. He saw that his anal ring was still stretched open having not yet returned to normal so he slammed his seven and a half inch cock straight into JD; forcing him to lung forward ramming the rubber cock past the point of his throat and nearly choking him. Between the two of them Katie and master Jack fucked JD vigorously and it was only when Jack felt his nuts tremble; warning of his approaching climax that he pulled out and aimed his cock as he stroked it up towards Katie's exposed tits. The first string of sticky white spunk hit her full in the face and was left hanging from her nose as the second hit the intended target of her tits and the less powerful consecutive spurts fell onto JD's back. Before he allowed JD to stand he made him lick the spunk from his wife's face and tits and then instructed Katie to scoop up the spunk on JD's back before making him lick her hand clean. By now the water in the bath had drained away so he ordered JD to kneel in the bath and had Katie hold; her master's soft cock in her hand and whispered to her to aim it into JD's face. Soon a slow trickle of golden piss turned into a torrent as JD took a golden shower; another first for him today. As soon as he had finished pissing all over JD; Jack ordered him to take a shower and join the slut and the master in the master bedroom. Not forgetting his lesson from downstairs; JD knocked on the bedroom door before waiting to be called in. He waited and waited fearful of angering the master further by entering unpermitted. The problem was that jack had his mouth clamped to Katie's soaking wet hotter than hell's pussy as his tongue worked double time on her clit. Eventual at a time when he broke for a breath he yelled for JD to come in. The first thing JD saw was his wife and lover sucking on the massive looking cock of his master while having her delicate cunt eaten savagely. Jack soon pulled his head away from the delicious flowing cunt juices and ordered JD to take over sucking his cock preparing it to fill the cunt of his wife and his master's new found slut. As JD sucked Jack told Katie exactly what he intended to do to her. He said, "I am going to begin by sliding my hard cock, prepared so well by your wimp of a cuckold husband, against your cunt lips and make sure it rubs against your sensitive clit; whilst pinching your nipples!", "And then when your turned on enough to start begging me to fuck your worthless slut of a cunt; I will insist your husband asks me nicely to fuck his beloved wife with my real masterful cock and to make her my sex slut; but not only that but to fuck her bareback and to make her pregnant with a bastard child he can raise as his own!" "Then if he has done a good enough job of begging me to turn his wife in to a fucking whore; I will fuck her doggie style like the bitch in heat she is; whilst the wimp has a wank into that glass over there on the side; he is to wank as fast as he can and if he cums in the glass before I do he will have to allow me to piss in the glass and mix the two before drinking it; but if I cum before he does; then I will not only drink his spunk from the glass but also suck clean his cock; however whatever happens you my fuck slut Katie are going to take my spunk up your cunt and then raise your cunt above your head while your wimp of a cock sucking husband tries to stop you getting pregnant by sucking out the deposited spunk! However if you my cum bucket of a whore cum before either JD or me then you will have to wait an hour before he is allowed to clean your cunt out with his tongue!" Master Jack stated. "But before your allowed to go home on Sunday night; you will have had a load of my spunk in each of your three holes my slutty little whore and your cuckold of a wimp of a husband will have had a load in his mouth and boy pussy plus worn a butt plug of my choosing for over twelve hours." He continued. With that Jack demanded JD begin sucking his cock; once his cock reached its full magnificent hard size of seven and a half inches he ordered Katie to get into the doggie position and slide his cock across her cunt lips while watching JD begin wanking his own cock with the glass in hand to catch the spunk. As Jack pinched her nipples and rubbed his cock over her cunt lips; Katie began begging modestly at first to feel the thick member buried deep inside her cunt; hearing his wife steadily increase her volume and passion to be fucked by another man encouraged JD in his wanking and without being prompted he began begging his master to fuck the bitch but not only that but to fuck her so well as to leave her in the family way so he could raise the beloved child as his own. Then suddenly with out and self control Jack shot his load into the glass and groaned; he had done exactly as Jack had expected and got too carried away in seeing his wife being fucked by another man and lost self control. Now jack really went to town fucking Katie hard and fast telling her what a worthless two bit whore she was and how by the time he had finished with her she would pimp herself at a moment's notice if he; her master; demanded it of her. Then suddenly he lurched forward and held his position as Katie screamed out that he was filling her fertile and horny cunt to the brim with his great baby making seed and how she wanted to be his personal whore for evermore. As Jack pulled out of Katie's swollen spunk filled cunt he made JD suck his cock clean and then whilst Katie raised her legs above her head against the bed head he leisurely pissed into the glass containing JD's own spunk and delighted in making him drink it; no; not down in one but he made him sip it swirl it around inside his mouth before showing his master before swallowing it. Jack knew by doing this it would take JD over ten minutes to drain the glass and all the time Katie would be helping the spunk sink deeper into her cunt and womb before JD could have a chance to suck it out again.