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The Captor

By: StormeeDaz



Let me tell you about a little dream I had.

I am working at a nightclub, covering for a friend so she won’t lose her job while she is out of town. They have uniforms, that are, as always in these kind of places, trashy. Short, black skirt, and a tight white blouse, I have chosen tall black boots to wear, in place of the usual high heels.

I love leather, I love the smell of leather the feel of leather and the look of leather, and he comes in wearing... You guessed it, leather. Dark brown leather pants, and a white, medieval, long sleeved shirt, with a matching brown, leather vest. He is very tall, and has at least four days of hair growth on his face. He has on heavy black boots, (definitely steel-toed) and you get the sense of the motorcycle ticking, as it cools in the parking lot. He has long wavy black hair just above his shoulders, and intense green eyes. I don't see him come in, but I FEEL him come in. I keep looking around, and do not see him, I don't know him, but I know someone is there looking for me. 

He steels along the edge of the room, and just sits at a table with his back to the wall. Watching.

The wave of leather hits my nose, and I stop, I turn towards the scent, and there he is, his face is in a shadow, the only part of it you can see is his jaw, and he is smiling. Bright white in the blue light of the bar, his teeth gleam at me, as if he knew I would find him.

His arms are relaxed, but you can see the power in them, the muscle tone is clear in the billows of his shirt. His vest is stretching to contain the massive chest; it is less strained at his waist, just before it ends. I just stand there for a minute, a full minute, and drink him in. He is beautiful. I realize I must look like an idiot, and I glance at the table in front of him, he has no drink, I walk towards him, praying my knees will not fail me. I ask him what he would like; he stops smiling and says, "I came for you." It is my turn to smile, and I rephrase, asking him if he would like a drink. As the bar is a place with many come-ons, and this must be another. 

Isn't it?

He says, "No, thank you, I just came to watch." I smile again, and walk away, I glance back at him, and that is exactly what he is doing, watching… me. All night, all of the waitresses found their way to him, and he turned them all away, telling them he was waiting for me. He knew my name. As the night went on, I stopped back by him to see is he 'needed' anything, I was all he needed he told me. 

I was tortured all night by him, and I finally decided that I must KNOW him, from somewhere, and he just looked so radically different now, that my brain was not making the connection. 

Every time I passed him, I was more and more certain that I DIDN'T know him, and the possible reasons for him being there to see me, were flying through my head, like a boomerang through the bush. 

I came up with zero. 

The bar closed, and I glanced at the place he had made his den for the evening, and he was gone. I took a deep breath .........

Was I relieved? 

No, it was disappointment. 

Oh well, at least I got to visually feast on him for a while, and he would be the source of much unaccompanied, fantasy later.

One of the bouncers offers to walk me out, I thank him, and we start the trek to the end of the parking lot. I hear it, and then I smell the engine of the motorcycle as it revs a few times. We glance over, and there he is, waiting, as he has done all night. I tell the big guy that I am ok, and he leaves me with the large man in the dark glasses. 

What the heck am I doing?

Scolding myself, for letting the bouncer go, he is then right in front of me, he lifts his glasses and tells me that it was good to let him go, and that I will be fine. 

He tells me that I am 'following my soul.' 

I cock my head at him, because I did not ask that out loud. 

Then he smiles at me, waiting for me to make sense out of what is happening, His smile dissolves my curiosity, he offers me a hand and I slide on behind him. I immediately embrace him, and the muscles I detected earlier, are much more evident now. I shudder, at the thought of his enormous form crushing me, and I hear a small laugh come from his chest, knowing he 'heard me' I blush, glad that, for the moment, he is turned away from me.

He passed me a black helmet, and I protested, he said, " It is yours, wear it if you want." 

On the back, near the neckline, ‘Wendy’ had been airbrushed, in fiery orange.

It was a warm fall evening, but I was glad I opted for the boots, as they covered my calves. The skirt didn’t cover much to begin with, so on the back of the bike my thighs were almost totally exposed. We cruised through town, and at every stoplight he would reach back and tracing the line of muscle, glide his gloved fingers over my thigh, sending shivers through my body. It got to the point that I cursed green lights, and he would laugh when he felt my frustration. After approximately an hour, we arrived at our destination. Which was well out of the city lights, and much more silent and secluded. For the second time that night, I wondered if I had made a grave error in accompanying him. He sensed my reservation, removed my helmet, and took my hands in his. He was so WARM. He reassured me with his electric smile, and I followed him to the end of the walk. I started to look around; the trees were so OLD here, and as we came closer to them, I realized how magnanimous they were. I realized I must be in or near the redwoods, in California. The thoughts of how I actually got there never came to mind. I have always loved our visits there, and for them to be incorporated in the dream was not a shock, but the thoughts of how or why, are not addressed.

The wonderful smell of the foliage fades into my nose, and sends my senses on a nostalgia tour. I smile, and glance up at him, and he is taking the trip with me. Thinking of him closes the door on the memory and he presses me into a tree. His legs are opposite mine leaving me with his knee pressed against my inner thighs. His body is very close to mine, and I can feel the rawness of his desire for me; however, it does not materialize in roughness, but just in the primal scent he carries. His hands smooth lightly over my hair, stopping briefly at my neck and shoulders. He massages my shoulders and slowly moves down my arms; he tilts my head to one side and kisses my neck tenderly and serenely, making me quiver. Feeling as if I have been rooted with the tree, I cannot move, and I give into the solidness of my yearning. I relax against the unyielding wood, and I let my hands fall to my sides.

I feel relaxed, and then the uncontrollable desire to touch him comes to me. I slip my hands up his extensive legs and stop at his warm thighs. I squeezed them with all the strength I can gather. He groans, and the first indications of his beastly form begin. I do not notice until later that his hair and teeth have lengthened. His mouth is near my ear, and his voice is hoarse and shaky. His hands are large and strong; I feel his strength once again as he pulls my body closer to his. His arm fully encircling my waist, he bends and lifts me into his arms. I feel so helpless, and yet so safe. I close my eyes and feel his muscles moving as he takes me further down the path. His breathing is even and deep, and my excitement grows with each step. 

After a few minutes, he stops. I open my eyes and see a spectacular beast holding me in his arms. He looks down at me, and the same piercing green eyes are still there, and the growth on his face has certainly gotten longer. I begin to feel fear, and then his smile reappears, it has deepened, but it is still the smile of a lover. My fear recedes into the darkness behind us.

Before us is a long ridge of trees, each of them stretching towards the now full and brilliant moon. It is a brilliant orange, and he places me on the warm, grassy, earth near the ridge. There are no drastic changes to his body except to his arms and chest they have become even more massive. He stands and removes his shirt as he returns to me; I can see and feel his passion, I am consumed by it, and I yield to it. He pushes his mouth to my neck, and I arch my back to meet his body with mine. My breathing quickens and I feel his hands under my skirt, pushing it up and my panties down. His claws squeezing my ass make me gasp, and I reach down to liberate my creature’s body from the remnants of his pants. His cock is straining against the fabric, and stands at attention after being freed from his restrictions. 

I stroke his massive cock, as my monster tears my shirt from my body. My tits are large and I can see him beginning to drool as he takes my nipples, one at a time, into his mouth. His teeth graze my nipple and through my clenched teeth, I swiftly suck in the night air. I grip his cock until he moans and pushes his legs between mine. He tells me in a hoarse voice that this is not what he had in mind. 

I just smile, and tell him that it IS what I had in mind. 

A momentary look of confusion crosses his face, and I thrust my body towards his, rolling him onto his back and mount his stiff cock, before he even has a chance to change his expression. As I ride his glorious cock to fulfillment, my own face and body begin to transform. I feel my tresses of hair getting longer, and my teeth getting sharper. His cock is pulsating and I know he isn’t going to last a great deal longer. So, as I lift my chin… a long rumble starting at my belly and swelling with intensity as it rises in my throat, I howl long and thunderous at the moon. He cums deep within me, and joins my salute in baying to our captor: The moon. 

The moon holds us in its gaze as it has for the last hundred years, never letting us rest from the hunger and obsession that we have, and yet, finally, letting us find each another.

The Captors



The light turn to red just as Ann Baker jogged up to the corner. She continued to jog in place waiting for the light to turn when a blue van pulled up beside her. 

"Excuse me." Called the pleasant looking young redhead hanging from the window of the van. Ann stopped jogging and turned off her Ipod, she turned towards the van and removed the headphones from her ears letting them hand around the back of her neck just below her hairline. "How do we get to the interstate from here?" The girl asked.

Ann stepped up to the window "Ok, you turn right here and go down three blocks then turn back left go another two blocks and turn right that's 22nd street it'll take you to I 22." She informed the freckled faced young woman.

"Thanks, you've been a great help." The redhead replied.

"No problem." Ann said turning around while pulling her earphones back up on her head. 

The side door of the van slid open and a large man jumped out behind the young housewife. His big lift hand covered her mouth as his strong right arm wrapped itself around her waist picking her up and dragging her back inside the blue van. He quickly lay down with her on the floor and wrapped his legs around her thighs hold them still as the redhead slammed the door shut and the driver directed the vehicle towards the interstate.

The big man turned the woman around to face him, as the redhead quickly pulled a rolled up bandana snug into the frightened woman's mouth and then wrapped it around her head and tied it tight. "I got her Donna, give her the shot." He said holding the poor woman's ass up to the redhead. Donna kneeled down by the two and plunged the needle of the hypodermic deep into the soft flesh of the demobilized woman's butt. 

Ann could feel the slow numbness move over her body as the inside of the van began to spin, then the light went out. "Ok Mike you can get up now." Donna said as she raised her five foot two inch frame and opened the lid to the beanch seat along the van wall. Mike rolled Ann's limp body away from him and got up on his knees. His slender female friend then pulled their captive's hands behind her back and fastened a pair of handcuffs tightly to her wrists, as he was tying her feet together. 

When they had her secured they both began to cut her clothing from her body. Donna cut up the front of the t-shirt between the young wife's firm tits and through the neck hole. She then cut down through the sleeves from the neck, while Mike cut up each leg of the red jogging shorts, and pulled them from under her with one swift yank. He took great pleasure as he rubbed his thumb along her pussy slit on the outside of her white cotton panties, then he lowered his face between her legs and inhaled deeply, "Man she's a sweet one I can't wait to get into this hot cunt!" he smirked while he pulled her panties aside and pushed his index finger between her dry pussy lips and deep up her love hole.

In the meanwhile Donna cut the sports bra off and was pinching and pulling up on Ann's nipples stretching her perfect 36 "C"cup breasts to their limits. "Me too!" she added with a nasty smile on her lips.

"Ok you two, it'll have to wait until we get there," the driver said, laughing out loud as he pulled his finger out his play thing's cunt, and offering it to Donna, who eagerly sucked it deep into her mouth. She released he grip on the blondes nipples and slapped her hard across the right breast.

"I guess you're right Bobby, but we better get there fast or I'll have to do her right here in the van." He then picked the helpless woman up he stuffed her inside the plywood box and closed the lid back down. Donna then returned the passenger seat and Mike lay down on the long bench closed his eyes and fell asleep.

The tall thin man drove out of the city and deep into the woods to the cabin that belong to Donna, the one that they had used tame and time again for their perverse pleasures. He pulled up to the front step and parked the van. The redhead got out and opened the sliding door while Bobby went to the door of the cabin and opened it. 

"Ok Mike, get her out." She ordered to the sleeping man.

Mike rolled off of the bench and onto his knees beside it, he opened the lid and slowly raised the twenty four year old wife and mother up into his strong arms. He turns and slid out of the van stand to his full six foot six inch, two hundred and fifty pounds. He walk into the cabin carrying Ann's drugged body with ease. The door leading to the basement was open so he continued down with Donna following him. 

Bobby had already rolled out and locked down the "training horse", it was a short table about four foot long and one foot wide and three foot high. It had four slightly angled steel legs. The top was padded with thick slow recovery foam and covered with black vinyl. 

The big man lay Ann over the horse and kneeled down and untied her legs as the redhead removed the handcuffs. 

The three partners fastened her hands and feet to the legs of the table. 

"Ok mike she's all yours until we get ready." The smaller man said as he walked up the stairs.

"You just remember, don't get carried away I don't want to see any damage this time." Donna said as she stepped to watch a little of the action that was about to happen. 

"Ok! Ok." Mike said falling to his knees behind the helpless woman and with one swift move of his huge hand tore her panties from her body. Placing his hands at the crack of her ass he opened up her two holes, then he forced his face between her cheeks breathing in her freshness. 

"Dam she smells good, and taste even better." He said continuing his work. He began by sucking and licking at her pussy, then he licked from her clit to her asshole. His nine-inch dick was already straining at his shorts as he continued to coat her private parts with his saliva. When he felt she was wet enough he stood up and dropped his shorts to the floor, position his cock at the opening of her cunt and drove it home. 

"Well it looks like you have things in hand." His female partner said before turning to leave.

"Yah, just give time and I'll have her awake for you when you come back down." Mike said as he took the helpless woman's hips in his hands and started to fuck hard in and out of her tight pussy. 

Ann moaned and groaned each time he drove his hard cock deep inside of her. She started to wake slowly as the brute behind her rammed his stiff dick into her harder with each stroke, driving her lower body into the foam beneath her. As she began to become aware of her self she tried to move her hands behind her then she realized they were tied tightly to the legs of the apparatus. 

"Oh God! Stop! God you're hurting meeee! Heeelp! Somebody help meeeeeeee!" She screamed into the gag still in her mouth causing her words to sound like animal grunts. She struggled trying to free her hands and feet but all she was doing was wiggling her ass around giving her attacker more pleasure. Mike reached forward taking a handful of her hair and pulled back.

"That's it bitch! I like it when my whores are lively! Now get ready I'm going to give it to you real good now!" he growled at her, as he picked up the pace, slamming his cock harder into her and watching her hips shack with each trust. As he fuck her he began to slap her buttocks hard in time with his plunges into her depths. "Smack! Smack! smack! Over and over again until her felt his explosion build. He stop whipping her ass and pulled her hips back against him then released them then back to him again, over and over he rammed himself into her until with one long trust he held himself deep inside of her and erupted , blasting load after load into her baby factory.

"Oooooooooooh yah! That's what I'm talking about, hope you like to have babies because I'm filling you full of seed!"

Her eyes widened and she began to fight at her restrains trying to get the big penis out of her fertile whom, but it was of no use he held himself secure inside of her until he was drained of all his hot cum. Only then did he pull out of her and move around to her face. He kneeled down taking her by the hair he pulled her up to face him. 

"Was it good for you?" he laughed "That's only the beginning, we're going to have a lot of fun with you." He then untied the gag and pulled it free of her mouth.

"Help!!! Help! Me Somebody Help! Rape!" she screamed, but her rapist just smiled and walked away.

Yell all you want no body will hear, we're so far from in the sticks we get today's TV shows next Tuesday." He laughed, "We'll be back in a little while to play some more, you just stay where you are." He added then the went up stairs, turned off the light and closed the door, leaving her alone and screaming in the dark dungeon. Soon all three would return and then the fun would really start. 

Ann continued to scream for hours until she could no longer make a sound louder than a whisper. Sore and tired from the rape and unable to move tied like she was she fell asleep. She didn't know how long she but she was awaken by load "Smack" a sharp burning pain on her ass.

"Wake up whore!" a woman's voice yelled at her then Whap! Another blow on her buttocks. "It's my time to play!" Donna said swinging the large leather strap and landing it hard on the helpless mothers soft flesh for a third time. 

"Iiiiiiiiike! Oh God don't hit me again! Please." Ann screamed "Help! Somebody help me!"

"Shut the fuck up!" The red head said swing the strap again "besides the only people in fifty miles of here or sitting up stairs jerking off just thinking about what I'm about to do with you." She continued as she shoved two finger deep into the helpless woman's cunt. Then she walked around in front of her and rubbed the smelly remains of Mike's cum across Ann's tear stand face. Ann look up at her tormentor and was shocked. The cute redhead who she had given directions to had changed into a frightening dominatrix. She wore a pair of skintight leather jeans with no crouch and the ass cut out. Her top was bare and covered with freckles, her tits were small and topped with little pink nipples which had clamps attached. A small chain was attached to the clamps and swung between the breasts. Donna sat down in a tall chair and rolled herself up to the captive woman, she swung her legs over the horse and pushed her red haired cunt up into Ann's face.

"Eat my pussy you slut!" She demanded

Ann fought against her bindings, turning her head away from the hot cunt in her face. But the redhead would not have it, she swung the strap across Ann's back and landed it hard on the already red butt cheeks. Then she grabbed a hand full of hair and pulled the woman's face down between her legs. She let go with the strap again then again and again, "I said eat me, now do it!" she ordered. Ann opened her mouth and began to lick at Donna's pussy, slowly at first but another strike of the strap caused her to pick up the speed.

"Ooooooooooh yah! That it lick me deep!' Donna said as Ann's tongue went deep inside her hot cunt. "Yes suck my clit!" The bound woman took her captor's clit into her mouth and sucked on it driving the redhead wild she bucked up as she pulled Ann's head down. 

"Oooooooooooh yes Iiiiii'm cuuuummmminggggg!" she yelled as she gushed a slimming gooo onto Anns' tongue and face. Whack! Whack! Two more times she landed the strap on Ann's ass as she stood up. "That was good Whore! But I need more." She said kneeling down in front of her, she reached out and took one of the young mother's breast in her hand, "You have nice tits, for a slut." She said. The a sharp pin shot through and breast as Donna clamped a self piercing ring through one of her nipples.

"Aaaaaaaakeee, Shit!' She screamed then the same pain was felt in the other breast. Oh God what are you doing to me?" 

"Just giving you a little 'bling bling." The redhead replied giving the chain that attached the rings a couple tugs. 

The she produced a strange look thing. It was a long black dildo with a shorter dildo on one end. "Open up." Donna ordered when the blond refused she swung the strap again. Ann. opened her mouth wide and Donna shoved in the short end of the fuck stick. She fastened the straps the were attached to it around her Ann's head, she then slid the chair once again up to Ann's face taking the dildo in her hand she positioned it at the opening of her wet cunt, and pushed forward slipping the head of the rubber dick inside. She wrapped her legs up and crossed them over her captive's back she got Ann by the hair and pulled working the dildo deeper inside her. "Ahhhhhh yah. Now Fuck me!" she ordered sticking the tender butts once again with the strap. 

Frightened Ann began to move her head up and down causing the black dick to go in and out of Donna's hot pussy the smell of hot cunt filled her nose. '"Harder!" Donna yelled, "Harder!" Ann moved he head faster slamping her nose against the redhead's clit over and over again , faster, harder. Until "Oooooooooooooooh yes Harder! More meor Aiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeee yeeeeeeeeeeees! Fuck me you slut! I'm cuuuuuuuuuuuuumming!" Donna yelled pulling Ann's hair and shuving her cunt up hard against her nose with the dildo deep inside of her. 

As she gushed hot cum out around the dildo she whipping the strap down on Ann's ass and back repeatedly while shouting "That it cunt that's the way to fuck me! Yes! yes!" 

After her orgasm subsided she removed it from her cunt, but left it attached to Ann's head and in her mouth. She turned and walked up the stairs, just before she turned off the lights she turned "Bobby will be down soon, get some rest you'll need it.

To be continued...



The Capture



He had decided he wanted her, already knowing her for the slave she is, he called her office to set up a lunch meeting with her. Totally unaware of what he had planned for her, she agreed to the meeting. As she entered the restaurant, his eyes gleamed as he took her in, her thoughts on work, she smiled, as always respectful, ever the submissive she waits for him to order for them. His only thought is to get her out of there. While she excuses herself for the restroom, he then slips a sedative into her drink. She returns, they eat, drink and discuss his business ideas. But, he watches her knowing he has to get her out of the restaurant before the sedative starts working. He then starts to move things along, finishing, paying the check and steering her to the door. Feeling lightheaded and odd, she moves with him, as they approach the cars in the parking lot, her eyes roll back and she falls unconscious, his arms catching her deftly and with a smirk on his face. He sets her in the car and drives away.

Hours later, she awakens, she attempts to move, only to find herself chained. Her wrists crossed over her head to a ring in the ceiling, legs spread wide each ankle chained to rings on the floor. Her eyes widen as the cool air hits her naked flesh. Still groggy, and trying to focus she starts to panic, her eyes moving around the room, till they stop on him, sitting across the room from her, as if he had been watching her. He rises and slowly moves toward her the whip dangling from his hand. "Do you know where you are slut?" With a shake of her head she says softly "no." He laughs then, a deep-throated laugh, as he reaches her his hand raises the whip, it's five blades caressing her flesh. With a flick of his wrist it snaps with a CRACK against her bare breasts. She jumps in her chains her eyes wide, nipples suddenly erect, as a red welt rises on those soft mounds.

With an evil grin on his face, he walks around her, dangling the whip across her flesh, teasing her. Every once in a while he snaps it with a CRACK against her. Once on her ass, another on her back, yet another on her treasure, all over her body. With whimpers and moans, she trembles, never knowing when the whip will strike her again. As suddenly as it started he stops, moving in front of her again, he squats and with the handle of the whip raises her chin. "You are mine now slave. Do you understand that?" Looking to him, her eyes showing a mixture of fear and awe, she whispers softly, "Yes Master." Those words uttered so softly, send a tremor through her whole body, as the realization hits her, the cold truth of his statement and her reply. With a smile on his lips at her response, he moves whip handle from her chin, to her full trembling lips, pushing the end of the handle against her mouth, he forces those lips open, and with a laugh, taunting her, "pleasure the whip slave." Her small soft, wet tongue, snakes around the end of the whip, caressing it, licking it, the he pushes it further into her mouth, she tightens her mouth around it, and as he moves it slowly in and out of her mouth, each time it hits her throat, the muscles relax to allow the handle to slide down. His breathing quickens a bit as he watches her suck the whip, the bulge in his trousers showing his growing desire for her.

Slowly, he pulls the handle from her mouth, it wet with her salvia, and he trails it down her chin, across her throat, to her full breasts, circling the wet end around her hardened pink nipples. Her back arches in her chains, her thighs open as the dew of her treasure glistens with her growing need. He laughs at her then, and with a sudden movement smacks her breasts with the whip handle. Tears spring to her eyes as the pain shoots through her, and that whip handle trails down across her belly, taut with fear, pain, and need. She dares not speak, eyes riveted on the whip handle as he moves it lower, and lower, tracing the outside of her treasure softly. She whimpers those thighs spreading painfully as wide as her chains will allow, her juices dripping slowly on the handle. Again, with no warning, not a change in his expression, his wrist tightens and the handle slams against her treasure. Her eyes roll, and she almost faints, as the pain screams through her lower body, but her clit instantly hardens, throbbing, and quivering. Seeing that, he licks his lips, and then sneers to her "did you like that slut?" 

She trembles, pain and pleasure moving in waves through her body, and stares into his dark eyes. Trying to find her voice, she doesn't answer quick enough and he grabs her hair cruelly tilting her head way back to stare down at her, his other hand still with the whip handle, teasing circles around her throbbing clit. He growls at her "answer me slut" as the whip handle taps against her clit. She almost screams the need building inside her "Yes Master!" He laughs then a cruel cold laugh. "Do not release slut, if you do you will be beaten within an inch of your life." As she nods to him, her teeth biting down on her lip hard enough to draw blood, he laughs again as he rams the handle deep into her treasure, moving it in and out slowly, twisting it around, always making sure to scrape it against her clit as it comes out then slamming it back into her. Her body writhing, his hand still tightly holding onto her hair she moans and cries, her willpower fighting the torture to her clit. Her every sense alive and screaming for release, he sees she is right on the edge, and as quickly as it started, the handle slides out of her now soaking wet treasure.

He releases his grip on her hair, the grip was so tight, strands come away from her scalp entwined between his fingers, and he moves behind her. Her chest heaving as she struggles to regain some type of composure, tears streaming down her face, her clit aching with the need to release. Blood dripping down her chin, small droplets landing on her swollen breasts, as her teeth have bitten through her lip. Silently he watches her, that whip handle still slick with her juices, he runs the handle along her spine, causing her to shudder, goose flesh rising on her flushed skin. Down her back to the cleft of her ass, along the crack, he then suddenly pushes her forward, and with one hand spreads her cheeks. With the handle slides it across her anus, to push against that swollen clit again. 

A load moan escapes her, her legs shaking as her clit throbs against the handle end. Then suddenly the handle is at her anus. With one hard sharp thrust he slams it into her ass, laughing as she screams. The handle inserted, he watches her quiver as he eases it in and out of her ass, slow at first then faster and harder as his own cock hard as a rock strains against his pants. He slaps her ass cheek with the palm of his other hand, while that whip handle moves in and out at a lightening pace. Her eyes rolling, as she struggles to breathe, her anus being ripped cruelly, her clit on fire. She bites down on her ruined lip to maintain consciousness. 

With one final thrust, he pushes the handle deep into her ass, almost to the blades, and leaves it there, the 5 blades dangling down making it look as if she has a tail. Then he reaches up unchaining her hands. Bending her back cruelly so her treasure is exposed to him, he unzips his pants, stepping out of them. His large cock standing straight up he moves to her one hand spreading her treasure, the other reaching around pushing the whip handle deeper he slams his cock into her soaking wet treasure. He brutally thrusts his cock in and out of her while his hand thrusts the whip handle in and out of her ass. Raping both holes at the same time. Her moans and screams mix together echoing through the house as he bends his head, cruelly biting her swollen nipples. Then his tongue snakes around her full breasts as his hips thrusting his cock into her becomes more savage, his arm muscles straining as he slams the handle of the whip deeper and deeper into her ass. His head then rises as his teeth grasp her earlobe and he whispers. "Do not release…" 

She looks to him her eyes have taken on a wild hunted look as the waves of pain mixed with pleasure rack her body. Her pussy muscles tightening against his now throbbing cock, as she can feel his release building, she struggles to maintain, her mind starting to cloud with the struggle. With one last brutally savage thrust of his cock and the whip handle, he explodes into her as she screams, and swoons, his seed fills her. His thrusts slow, and he just rips the whip handle from her ass, he then pulls from her, laughing as her limp body drops to the floor. Semen and blood trickling down her thighs, he throws the whip aside and bends down, slapping her awake. With a moan her eyelids flutter staring at him towering over her. He grabs her hair pulling her head up and thrusting it to his still erect cock. "Clean it now slut," forcing it between her ruined lips. Shaking her clit still throbbing with the release it was denied, her mouth and tongue work to clean her own juices mingled with his from his cock.

As she finishes, she stares at him, need, desire, love, awe all shining in her eyes. Her body red blotches from her abuse shining on her skin, he bends down and unchains her ankles, one at a time, as she falls back, legs too shaking to hold her, he smirks, as she can't even close her thighs her clit is swollen so large. With an evil glint in his eyes, he lowers in front of her, grabs her hips and thrusts her treasure to his mouth, teeth pulling on that throbbing clit. Her eyes roll back into her head, and her choked voice cries out.."please..please Master your girl begs for release…please!!" As his head pulls back from her treasure one last snake of his tongue flicking her clit he laughs. "No!" He then grabs her throws her over his shoulder, giving her red sore ass a hard slap, carries her to a small cage in the corner of the room. Opens it and tosses her in and locks the door, then steps back and regards her. The cage is small; 4 x 4, and she cannot rise higher than her hands and knees, small hands clasp at the bars as he watches her. "Sleep well slave..you are going to need it." That said, he laughs and turns walking away.

The next day, he returns to the room. She is awake, still filled with need and the urge to release, but had not dared to do herself, she looks to him, pitifully as he stands there. Her soft voice called to him "Master?" Smiling to himself he regards her, "Yes girl?" "Master May I please have something to eat?" he smirks then and shakes his head. "No girl you may not" But then he opens the door and points to a bowl of water on the floor, "you may drink though, on your belly, do not use your hands." Giving him a grateful look for the water, slides out of the cage, and worms on her belly to the bowl her parched tongue lapping the water thirstily until it is gone. Seeing she is finished he grabs her by the hair and takes her to a pot in the corner. "relieve yourself."

Mortified as he stands there watching her, she does as bidden and moves on her belly to his feet. He then grabs her hair again, and thrusting a gag in her mouth, and a hood over her head, darkness surrounds her as she tries to whimper, being denied even the ability to see him. He takes her to the center of the room and lays her on her back, taking her arms and spreading them, chaining them to rings on the floor, then doing the same with her legs. Leaving her in a wide spread eagle, he begins to walk around her, inspecting every inch of her body. He move to a table numerous instruments lying on it, and takes a long hollow needle, and three rings all small and moves back to her kneeling at her side. He bends his head flicking his tongue at one nipple. As it hardens he pinches it pulling it out then in one deft movement, stabs it with the needle. Her body tries to jump but the bindings hold her fast, as he slides one ring into her nipple, releasing it and moving between her legs. 

Grinning as he sees her clit is still swollen, he grabs to with a thumb and forefinger, pulling it to expose it more. Her legs shake uncontrollably as a small orgasm takes her, unable to stop it, he laughs and pinches it hard then stabs it with the needle. Her scream is muffled by the gag, as her clit throbs on the needle, he then quickly slides the ring on, closes it and lets it go. The ring moving up and down with the force of her tortured clit's throbs. He then moves to the other side of her and raking a fingernail across her nipple, pinches it as it hardens and pierces that one as well sliding the ring on. Tears streaming down her hidden face her body shakes on the floor, he smiles at his work and rises, putting the needle back on the table and getting a fine long gold chain. Moving back to her, he bent looping the chain through the rings on her nipples, wrapping it around her waist, then down her pelvis through the ring on her clit, clasping it there. He chuckles giving the chain a tug at her waist, this pulling on all three rings at once, he watches as her head shakes back and forth, and a tremor moves through her.

With a grin he playfully smacks her full breasts watching them jiggles and the rings pull on each other, then moves to the fireplace and pulls out a branding iron, sticking it deep into the fire to heat. He moves back to her and undoes the hood and gap, her face flushed red hair sticking to her from the heat of the hood she struggles to move, each movement of her body, pulling on those rings, with her eyes wide she holds still, staring at him. Looking down at her, he smiles to her "doesn't it feel good when you move now?" She swallows and whispers "yes Master." He nods to her then turns moving back to the fireplace pulls the iron out and grins seeing it is white hot. The brand is small his initials in a circle as he moves to her inert bound form. He looks down at her as he kneels between her legs and smiles softly to her his eyes were for once kind "You may scream little one" 

Her eyes widen in shock and incomprehension at the sight of the iron. With one last look to her he then lowers the iron, pressing it into the soft flesh of her inner thigh holding it as he counts out loud a slow count of 5 seconds. The searing iron, smokes and burns into her flesh as she throws her head back screaming in one agonized wail. He pulls the iron away and smiles at the clean brand. Rising he places the iron in a bucket of water with a hiss and returns to her with a ointment, his large fingers gently coating the brand so it heals well. That done he unchains her and lifts her, moving her to a rug on the floor in front of the fire, with a softness she had not seen before he brushes the hair from her face, then from a nearby tray, holds a small piece of cheese to her lips. "Eat." 

Looking up at him, her eyes showing her awe of the man, she leans down and with small bites eats out of his hand. Once done, he lays her down. "Now sleep my little one." With a smile and a soft nod of her head she whispers "Yes my Master." And closes her eyes and sleeps.

The next day, her third with him, he comes in and rouses her from the rug. He has a thin gold band, about the size of her throat in his hand, a locking clasp in the back, he holds it to her showing it to her. Her eyes look to the collar, then up to him, love and devotion shining in them. "Do you know what this means little one?" He asked her his eyes never leaving hers. "Yes Master" she replied in a soft tone. He nods then regards her "submit" he says softly. Sliding to his feet on her belly lovingly places soft kisses to his feet, then struggles to her knees raising her arms over her head, crossing her wrists and lowering her head to nestle between then, she says, "I am yours Master, I submit myself to your pleasure and whim, I only live to serve and please you, may you collar your slave and allow her to serve you with all the love her body and soul has for you."

He smiles down to her and gently raises her chin, closing the collar around her throat and locking it. He then sits back pulling her to him, so her cheek lays against his thigh, his hands running through her hair. He then begins to speak softly "your name is Ann, you will answer only to that name with me. I will allow you to continue with your life before, at my whim. But, know at anytime, should I see fit I can take it away, and you will just remain here naked serving me. She gazes up to him, eyes shining having waited all her life for such a Master, and nods "yes Master. Ann understands Master. He nods then and points to her clothes in the corner. "Now dress yourself, your car is outside, you will be late for work if you don't hurry, and if you are you will be beaten when you get home." With a bright smile she moves to her clothes dressing quickly and then runs to him placing soft kisses to his feet she then rises and moves to the door. "I love you my Master"

It was a new woman that sat in her office that day, a glow to her skin and her eyes, as she flew through her day, thinking of what pleasures he would want when she gets home. Her boss, noticing the change, comes in to compliment her on what a weekend she must have had. She smiles brightly to him. "Oh yes I had a magical weekend." Her head held high, her pride in being owned by such a man shining in her eyes, her collar glints off the florescent lighting. He boss smiles and says "what a lovely necklace."



The Capture



It was a dark and quiet night as I was walking home exactly the way I always come home in this safe quiet little town. I was only about two blocks from my home when I heard the van pull up behind me and stop, I never even gave it a thought.

‘Then I heard’

“Hey where can a guy get some beer around here?” 

So I turned to answer the man and was met with a fist to my chin, this made my head spin as I fell to the ground and into unconsciousness. 

When I came to I was inside of a moving vehicle where I was bound and gagged I had also been blindfolded. I could only assume it was the man in the van that had pulled up behind me from earlier.

“What did they want with me,” I wondered.

I tried to talk but the gag was too much and I couldn’t even move an inch as my body lay strapped to the floor of this van face down. Fear was running through my mind as I wondered how many people they must have done this to before.

They had my body face down and my arms were spread along with my legs. I had a strap on each wrist and each ankle as well as my waist. I knew there were at least two of them because I heard their voices as they spoke of the torture they had planned.

All I could do was cry as I heard how they had planned on torturing and raping me until they were satisfied.

I had never even thought of the possibility that I could be raped I had thought I was just being robbed.

Chills ran through my body as I lay there waiting for my attackers to begin their horrifying assault on me.

I felt the van start to slow down and make a turn we must of turned on a dirt road because it was bumpy and noisy.

Then after a short time we came to a stop I heard them laughing and opening their doors to get out.

“This must be it,” I thought to myself.

I was about to be raped and there wasn’t a thing I could do to stop them I was completely powerless.

All I could do was lay there and wait as the fear kept building in my mind and my heart felt like it would explode from the pounding.

I was surprised when I heard the voices disappear in the distance and I was by myself for what seemed to be hours. During the time they were gone my mind raced with the horrifying thoughts of what was getting ready to happen to me.

Then I heard the door open behind me and I felt a sharp pain in my left ass cheek and I knew I had just been drugged. Everything was getting hazy in my mind as the drugs started to take affect making me unable to fight them off.

I felt the straps being taken off as I was being taken from the van and into some sort of room. I thought I saw some shackles on a wall but everything was so blurry I couldn’t really tell.

Then they laid me down on my stomach on a hard surface and once again my wrist and ankles were being strapped in and then my waist. I tried to speak but the words just couldn’t come out and my mind was a foggy haze of confusion from the drugs.

This time the surface felt cold against my skin and then I realized I was completely naked and strapped down to some sort of table. One of the men came close and I heard the sound of a camera taking a picture and I felt so humiliated.

“My God,” I thought to myself when will it all be over.

Then I felt a hand slide up and down my leg and I felt another touching and rubbing my ass and I knew the drugs were wearing off. Then I heard another sound like someone squeezed something out of a tube and something cold and wet was being rubbed on my asshole.

“NO NO PLEASE NO,” I screamed bucking and kicking trying to get loose.

But it was useless as the hands just kept rubbing the cold lube all over my ass and asshole and I had to just take it. Then something pushed into my ass and it caused little sharp pains all through my lower body as it probed in and out wiggling and tormenting.

“This has got to be a finger,” I said to myself.

Then the pain got more intense as I felt something bigger entering my tight butt and I began to cry harder as the pain got deeper and deeper. It felt like my insides were on fire as my ass was being stretched to its limits by something huge.

I knew a man was fucking me when I felt his hard body press up against me as he drove his cock in and out of my tight virgin ass with a fury. I started to feel something I never thought I could feel as this savage was pounding my ass.

“Oh NOOOOO,” I was going to cum and I didn’t want to.

I felt his cock starting to twitch and throb and I knew he was going to cum deep inside of my ass and this sent me over the edge. I felt his hot jism spray deep in my bowels and I was beginning to love it as I came harder than I had ever cum with any person.

After he came he just lay on top of me and let his cock drain every drop of his fluid into my ass until he was soft then he pulled out. As he left someone else must have been ready because another hard cock filled my ass and started pumping into me hard and fast.

“MMMM AAHHHHHH MMMMMM, Fuck me fuck me hard,” I tried to say through the gag.

I was starting to feel that sensation running from my toes to the top of my head as another intense orgasm was building inside of me. This guy had his hands on my hips slamming his cock into my butt like he was trying to drive his cock into my guts.

“YES MMMMMMM OH OH OH MMMM, please don’t stop,” I was lost in my own sick lust.

Then his cock started to swell and throb inside of my ass as this guy rammed me with everything he had. And when he came he forced his cock in as deep as it would go into my ass and held it there grunting until he sprayed his fiery hot cum deep into my bowels making me cum hard once again.

This went on all night one guy after another big cocks small cocks until early the next morning I must have cum 30 times before I quit counting. When I woke up I was fully clothed and in front of my house laying on the lawn and I still had no idea who raped me but I knew I was a changed person forever.



The Capture



Khaira realized something was terribly wrong as she and her companions descended from the temple of Cyndicea. She watched in horror as the hobgoblins closed in around them. Clutching her club, she prepared herself for the fight that would surely come. She prayed for a miracle...just someway to survive these overwhelming odds. Muttering under her breath, she cursed the traitorous priest of Helm, who had put them in this situation. She glared at his retreating form through anger narrowed eyes. Some way, somehow, she swore he would pay for the foul deeds he had committed.

Her eyes widened with uncertainty as two score elves sprang up out of the sand. They attacked the hobgoblins with an intense ferocity. She had never seen anything like it. She stood in awe, watching as the elves laid waste to the attacking horde.

With the carnage all around her, Khaira gasped as one wild elf walked toward her. She tried to run again, but her legs betrayed her. She found she could not move, try though she might. So it was him. He'd finally caught her.

"I have found you. You shall not run away from me again, Khaira," he said with a stern expression on his handsome face.

"Karowyn," Khaira replied, thanking the fates for saving her from certain death. It was their choice of savior though that made Khaira grimace. She didn't want to be grateful towards the man she had run away from.

"I have caught you and now you will be my bride," he repeated, confidently.

Khaira looked him over warily. True, she had known nothing about him when her father had told her about the betrothal. It pleased her that he was quite attractive. She didn't want to admit to him she found him to be so attractive. She longed to be defiant and refuse him, but deep down she knew it was futile to resist.

"So I am caught," Khaira replied, with a shrug of her shoulders. "What pray tell do you have in store for me next? Torture?"

She caught the look in his eye and backed down somewhat. What was wrong with her? Chiding the very man who had just saved her life. Khaira regressed, opting for a sweeter tone of voice as she spoke her next words. "Torture aside, I would like to thank you for saving me and my companions from certain death. I feared we would die out here and no one would be the wiser. It is a shame that you and your men couldn't have been in the temple with us when we encountered three owlbears. We were ill prepared to deal with their savagery. Three of my companions perished. I almost didn't survive. I would not be alive if it weren't for my elven companion, Himo. I do believe we are in need of a temple to have our dead raised."

"It is my pleasure to save you, my lady. I have chased you a long way. You will come with me. I have waited too long to claim you as my bride," Karowyn replied.

Khaira glared at him, a flash of momentary defiance lingering in her blue eyes. "Cool off," she quipped, haughtily as she cast a create water spell which dumped eight gallons of water over his head, drenching him thoroughly.

Karowyn threw back his head and laughed at her...a haunting laughter that made Khaira bristle with indignity. She flashed him a haughty look. She nodded and circled him, taking stock in her future husband. She ran her fingers over the wet strands of his light brown hair. Then her fingers skimmed down his spine. A wicked shiver coursed through him. Khaira smiled as she realized he could feel her light touch through his wet studded leather armor. She grinned wickedly before lightly slapping his nicely shaped ass.

Karowyn spun around to face her, catching the wicked grin she wore. "Now that you have looked me over, my lady, what shall your answer be? Will you be my bride?"

"I will give you my answer soon, my lord, after I have had the chance to become acquainted with you. I do think I shouldn't have run away in the first place. I ran because I knew nothing about you and my father told me nothing about you. I realize arranged marriages are quite common and I should have faced my fate. Forgive me for my mistakes and for the trouble I have caused."

"There is nothing to forgive. We should leave soon. Already the dead hobgoblins are beginning to smell."

"Where are we going?" Khaira inquired.

"Daggerfalls is a short journey. There you will find a temple."

"Yes, I know. I have been to Daggerfalls." Khaira replied. "I have seen much in the months since I left home."

"I am aware of it, Khaira. How do you think I was able to track you down?" Karowyn replied.

Khaira stared at him, dumbfounded. How had he tracked her down?

The journey to Daggerfalls took a little less than a full day. Khaira spent her time with Karowyn, getting to know him. It surprised her just how wrong she had been about him. If only she'd known him...she wouldn't have run from him. She wouldn't have gotten into the mess she was in now, but she felt certain her marriage to Karowyn would change all of that. She felt he would surely protect her.

She was happy to see the town of Daggerfalls. Though she was a druid and loved the wilderness, she longed for a bath, a hot meal and a comfortable bed...perhaps one that Karowyn would share with her. A wicked grin crossed her face at that thought. She looked at Karowyn, her eyes taking a walk down the length of his body, a carnal hunger pangs coursed through her. It had been too long since she'd felt wanted and needed.

Karowyn glanced over at her. He had felt her eyes upon him. By the look in her brilliant blue eyes and the wicked grin she wore upon her lips, he knew what she was thinking. Desire was clearly written all over her face. She blushed and looked away, knowing he'd caught her staring. A smile crossed his face. So his headstrong bride to be had been entertaining lustful thoughts about him. As he drew in a deep breath, he swore he could smell her heady scent. It pleased him in a deep and carnal way. He couldn't have hoped for a better turn of events. 

Karowyn had waited for her for many years. He had longed for her. He loved her beyond all reason. It pleased him that she was so receptive to him. It was not what he had expected. He expected her to continue to be headstrong and defiant. Karowyn soon realized he was more than eager to get her alone. He fought his desire, though. He mustn't seem too eager. He didn't want her to know how she affected him, that her very presence held more power over him than the mightiest sword. He called upon the intense training and discipline he'd learned over the years and focused upon that strength to guide him. He mustn't seem too hasty.

He had admired her courage and spunk. To see the fire in her eyes as she doused him with water...it had been so hot in the desert. He could have kissed her that very moment. Had they been alone, he would've done more. After all, she was his for the taking and it seemed that she would not mind one bit.

Khaira was struck by his smile and the look in his eye. His desire mirrored hers and it would only be a matter of time before they reached an inn. Khaira stifled a soft moan. His very presence there beside her was almost too much. It was heady and palpable. He had only to look upon her and she turned into a quivering mass of flesh just waiting to be molded and sculpted by his glorious hands.

She stopped to confer with her companions about their choice of an inn. The one they chose was moderately priced with a bathhouse. Khaira agreed to procure their rooms while Squib and Lorna took Malanere and Viet's remains to the temple of Helm. After paying for their rooms, she opted to shake the dust of Anauroch off her body. She sought the bathhouse. Several of Karowyn's men accompanied her. She raised an eyebrow at that. Were they guarding her to keep her safe or guarding her so she wouldn't run away? Khaira scoffed at them. She had no intention of running away. Not now. Not this time. She'd decided to accept her fate and marry him. Yet she pouted because Karowyn had not accompanied her himself. He should be with her. He should be the one to watch over her. He had told her he had things to take care of that concerned his men. All she knew was they were camped near the waterfall the town had been named for. But Khaira had other ideas.

The water felt good as she settled her aching body into its heated depths. She luxuriated in the feel of the water soaking into her tired muscles. Perhaps a massage was in order. Even better if Karowyn performed the task on her body. She moaned as she thought of his strong hands working her tight muscles. Heat coursed through her and settled deep inside her, enflaming her already potent need for him. She smiled, a plan forming in her head.

She stepped out of the bath and grabbed a drying cloth that had been left there for her use. Draping it over her body, she opened the door and poked her head outside. She cleared her throat.

"I am in need of someone to wash my back. Can one of you strong men help a lady?" Khaira purred as batted her eyelashes.

She saw the shocked looks on their faces as she turned and lowered the drying cloth down her back. "I can't reach this spot right here," she pouted.

A look of lust crossed one of the men's face and he stepped forward. "Aye, lady, it would be my pleasure."

Another pushed him away. "Nay, lady, I shall give you a better scrubbing than he. He is not known for his gentleness."

A third male wild elf cleared his throat. "Are you mad?" he asked, "She is Lord Karowyn's betrothed. He would punish you for even thinking of touching her. You, my lady, should think twice before asking for such favors. You do not want to incur Lord Karowyn's wrath."

Khaira bowed her head and flushed, yet on the inside was enjoying the attention immensely. She knew such outward wantonness had to be a sin, but in that moment she didn't care. "I merely wished for someone to wash my back. I had thought since you are all Lord Karowyn's men that one of you would leave your post and bring him to me. I wish for my future husband to be the one who attends my bath and sees to my needs. I did not mean to imply that one of you attend me," she blushed. "So please, can you bring him to me?"

"Yes, my lady, I will deliver the message that you request Lord Karowyn's presence at your bath." Daedlyn replied. "I must impress upon you that you remain in the bathhouse. You draw far too much attention to yourself. It would be wise to step back inside while you await Lord Karowyn."

Khaira shot him a haughty look before shutting the door in his face. Daedlyn shook his head. That one may prove to be more trouble than Lord Karowyn bargained for. Daedlyn walked through town, leaving it behind, and headed toward the camp site Karowyn had chosen near the waterfall. He could see many of his friends cavorting in the falls and the water below it. He sighted Karowyn speaking to a few of his best men.

Daedlyn approached. "Lord Karowyn," he spoke up, as he went down to one knee.

"Yes, Daedlyn, why have you left your post?"

"Your betrothed, I believe, sought to trick those of us whom you posted at the bathhouse, my lord. She came out and asked for someone to wash her back. The drying cloth she swore covered very little of her body. I interjected while Reis and Gunnar fell all over themselves to assist her. When I voiced for discretion, she changed her tune, asking for you to attend her and see to her needs." Daedlyn reported.

Karowyn nodded, "I see. Keep an eye on her for further behavior from her. You may return to your post."

"What should I tell her if she asks why you have not come to her?"

"I will attend her soon." Karowyn replied.

Daedlyn nodded and bowed before heading back in the direction he had come. Khaira awaited Karowyn's arrival impatiently. She wondered what was taking him so long. Ringing a bell, she waited for fresh warm water to be brought to her. Climbing out of the cooling bath water, Khaira draped a drying cloth over one of the benches and lay down upon it. She let out a groan and stretched before resting her head on her arms. Tiredly, she closed her eyes. Just as sleep was about to claim her, she jumped at a knock came at the door.

"Come in," she called out sleepily and remained on the bench, expecting it to be someone bringing the water.

"You should be more careful who you allow in here." Karowyn admonished as he closed the door behind him.

"I rang for more water. I thought it was them bringing it," she said as she stretched, but remained on the bench.

"I see." Karowyn nodded. "Now that you have me here, my lady, how shall I attend you?"

"Surely you were told why. I am in need of someone to wash my back. The water grew chilly while I waited for you." Khaira replied, sweetly.

"Then why pray tell did you ask my men to do this for you if you meant for me to attend you? Why not ask one of them to bring me to you directly? What mischief are you up to, my lady?"

Khaira flashed him an innocent look. "I did not want to seem too demanding of your time. I knew you were busy. I merely required someone to help me. I did not mean to imply they join me. I am not up to any mischief."

"So you are not attempting to cause dissention amongst my ranks of men."

"No!" Khaira bristled. "And I should not have to ask for someone to wash my back. You should have been here to attend me in the first place. After all, it is you seeking my hand in marriage, not the other way around. Why must you place your men as guards? I have no intention of running again."

"Khaira, I know you are headstrong and were not happy about this betrothal, but I promise you I will be a good husband to you. I had matters to see to first. I thought you would rather have your bath alone, but I see I am mistaken. I can not always be at your beck and call, but I will do my best to see to your needs."

Another knock came at the door and Karowyn answered. This time it was the water being delivered. The cool water was thrown out and the warm water poured in. Khaira climbed back in and smiled as the heat seeped in and enveloped her whole body.

"Mmmm... This is heaven. Would you like to join me, my lord? There is room for us both." Khaira offered, coyly.

Karowyn smiled, wondering if this was the kind of getting acquainted she meant when she said she would give him an answer after she got to know him.

"As much as I would like to take you up on that, I must decline. We can do that another time," he replied and noticed the look of disappointment cross her lovely features. "I will, however, wash your back. Let it not be said that I would not attend my bride to be."

Khaira pouted and handed him the sponge. She leaned forward, allowing him access to her backside. "Once I am finished bathing, would you be so kind to give me a body rub? I have procured some rubbing oils that I am quite fond of."

"Yes, Khaira, it would be my pleasure."

Once he had finished scrubbing her back, he handed her the sponge. She accepted it with one hand and took hold of his hand with the other. She lifted her face, pursed her lips, and pulled him closer to her. Though she had thought he may resist, he didn't. She nuzzled her face in the crook of his neck and inhaled his scent. Masculine and heady, Khaira let out a soft moan and began to lightly nibble on the lobe of his ear. A wicked shudder coursed through him. She had found one of his weak spots, one of the few he had. Karowyn whimpered and slowly pulled away. But Khaira proved to be relentless. She took hold and suckled, her tongue flicking to and fro across the lobe. Karowyn unleashed a carnal growl. She left out a soft giggle and pulled herself away. She planted a soft kiss on his neck, hearing another moan from him. Khaira smiled and moved away from him. She rose from the bath and grabbed her drying cloth. After drying her body, she laid upon the bench.

"I am ready for my massage, my lord. Show me how strong your hands are." Khaira purred, flashing him a come hither smile. She stretched her lithe body then felt him straddle her buttocks. He placed her hands upon her shoulders. She groaned loudly as she felt his hands kneading her tired muscles. He massaged her slowly, working the muscles until their tautness had gone. She felt it deeply. Khaira closed her eyes and relaxed her body completely. It was the first time she'd gotten to do so in longer than she could remember. She gave herself over to Karowyn's capable hands. He felt the change in her instantly. It was as if she'd become putty in his hands. He skimmed his hands down over her buttocks to her slender calves. He worked each with gentle pressure.

Karowyn glanced over her naked backside, indulging in the pleasure of committing every inch of her supple flesh to memory. He found a beauty in her that stirred his loins and pulled at his heartstrings. With a light pat on her firm round bottom, he let her know he was finished.

"Aah," Khaira sighed, "Who knew that hands who wield a sword so savagely could be so gentle? You are surely amazing, my lord." Khaira sat up, exposing her entire body to him once more.

"Sometimes tenderness balances savagery. It's like dark and light, day and night. Everything has its own opposite." Karowyn replied.

Khaira smiled, her face aglow with pleasure. "Am I your opposite?"

"No, my love, you are the other half of me that makes me whole."

Khaira melted at his words. They left her speechless. She would have never believed that words so sweet could fall from his lips. She blushed sheepishly. Her look pleased him.

"Shall we go?" he asked.

"I sent my clothing out to be laundered. I had hoped they'd be finished by the time my bath was through."

"Have you nothing else to wear?"

"Just a robe. It will do long enough for me to make my way to my room," she replied.

"It should."

"My lord?" Khaira asked, as she turned her eyes onto him.

"Yes, Khaira?"

"Where do we go from here?" she asked.

"If you are hungry, I will see to a private meal for the both of us."

"No, I don't mean that, my lord." Khaira shook her head. "I meant on a personal level."

"It depends on you, my love. I have caught you and you know what I want. I want you to be my bride," he replied. "Have you acquainted yourself with me well enough to give me an answer?"

"Yes, my lord, I believe I have," she smiled. "I have been thinking about us very much. I was wrong to run away. You say you will be a good husband. I feel you have proved that by how attentive you have been to me. I look forward to sharing a lifetime with you enjoying that attention. You shall have my answer, my lord, and my answer is yes. Yes, I will become your bride. I am honored that you chose me."

"You honor me, my lady, by making the right decision. You honor me by saying you will become my bride," he replied, and drew her into his arms. Karowyn held her tenderly, running his hands over her body. Then he sought out her lips and captured them in a stunning kiss. Khaira moaned as she wrapped her arms around him and leaned back, pulling him down to lay upon the bench.

He deepened the kiss as Khaira wound her fingers into his hair. She shuddered as he skimmed his hands down her sides. Pulling her lips away from his, she sought one of his ears. She nibbled and suckled, flicking her tongue back and forth across the sensitive point. Karowyn groaned and pulled himself away when he could stand no more.

He looked at her through passion glazed eyes. "You do not make telling you we should wait very easy. I can already tell our life together will be anything but dull."

"Why must we wait?" Khaira panted. "I have said yes. We feel the same way about each other. I do not understand why you are being so hesitant."

"Khaira, surely you know why. You ran away from me. I had to chase you down and getting an answer from you has been akin to pulling teeth. I could give in to our mutual passion and desire for each other, but I fear you will run again once you have gotten what you want. Show me I can trust you, my love."




The Capture



"I thought as much. I have no intention of fleeing from you. I said yes. What more do you require? A blood oath!?!?" Her eyes flashed.

"Just honesty."

"And I am being honest. I made a mistake, my lord. I admit to being a fool, but now I know different. I want to marry you," she professed, as she raised herself up on her elbows. "I can not control what I feel at times. And what I feel for you is different and more confusing than anything I have ever known. I am not a blushing maiden, my lord. I have known the joy of passion. There was someone in my village I had hoped to have a life with. He didn't love me, though. I discovered he wanted me because he thought I would be able to garner him an apprenticeship with my father. No one, not even my father, ever told me about you. I grew up never knowing I would be your betrothed once I came of age. The romances I have had have been few and far between. So I assure I do not give my body or heart to just anyone. I can remember my girlish dreams of being swept away by a shining knight on a white horse, of marrying for love."

"I do love you, Khaira." Karowyn replied. "I would do anything, give anything to make sure you never wanted for a thing. I would give you the stars above, if I could."

Tears filled Khaira's eyes at that heartfelt proclamation. His words touched her as no one before ever had. He leaned in and kissed her cheek. "You will see that the wait will be well worth it, my love." Karowyn promised.

"I will look forward to it, my lord," she smiled, squelching the urge to ask how long he'd make her wait. A shiver coursed through her. Gooseflesh appeared on her skin. "I'm getting cold. I think I'd like to go to my room."

Karowyn let her up and handed the robe she'd brought with her to her. "Thank you."

He watched as Khaira drew it on, covering her naked body and shielding it from his view. "Let us go," he said, before he gave in to his desire and took as they both wanted.

Khaira left the bathhouse with Karowyn, who took hold of her hand, leading her into the inn and up to her room.

"I have to wait on my clothing," she stated as she unlocked her door and stepped inside. "You can wait here with me if you'd like."

"I have things to see to. I have to check on my men. I will, however, join you for dinner."

"I would like that, my lord," she smiled, as she rose up on her tiptoes and met him as he leaned forward to kiss her. Slow and sensual, the kiss thrilled her clear down to her toes, which she curled with pleasure. Khaira pulled away and let out a moan. "I think you should go, my lord, because if you stay and kiss me like that again, I will not be held responsible for my actions."

Karowyn thoroughly perused her, allowing his eyes to take a long slow walk all over her lithe body. He immediately noticed her kiss swollen lips, the rosy glow of her cheeks, the sparkle in her blue eyes and the hardened peaks of her small perky breasts poking his chest through her robe.

"As lovely as you look, you make it hard to resist," he murmured, his voice even lower and sexier than normal. Her sensuous appearance pleased him. He fought the urge to take her. He had often wondered what she would look like after he'd made love to her. Now he knew.

That look only increased her beauty and made him ache for her. She'd lit a fire within his loins only she could quench. "I will be back for you later, my love."

"I am looking forward to it." Khaira purred.

He left her after a quick peck on her cheek. Khaira quivered all over with giddy excitement and let out a happy sigh as she fell onto the bed.

"Yes!" she exclaimed. If she had known he was so incredible, and sexy, and strong, she would have stayed in her village and faced him with utter anticipation.

Maybe the capture did make the chase all that much sweeter for Karowyn. She got a feeling he enjoyed the hunt immensely and she was now his prize. Khaira reveled in the knowledge that she belonged to him now and that he was hers.

A pang of uncertainty gnawed at her though. Did he know about the trouble she and her companions had been a part of? She was sure he would hear about it sooner or later. She tried to swallow the lump in her throat as she prayed it would be later before he learned of it.

The warrant worried her. She knew in her heart that she was innocent. All of her companions were. The crazy old dwarf had taken them to the desert and left them to fend for themselves. She didn't know where he was. Khaira had formed her own suspicions, though. Highpeak's son, Karath, stood to gain a whole hell of a lot if Kruth was dead and the Axe of the Dwarvish Lords came into his hands. Surely he was behind all of this. Why not frame them for his disappearance? Why not shift the guilt? Khaira frowned, praying this mess would not cost her Karowyn. She had accepted the betrothal. Hopefully he would not withdraw it.

Lost in thought, it took her several moments to realize someone was knocking on her door. She rose and cautiously answered it. She smiled as the laundress handed her clothes to her. Khaira thanked her and accepted them then reached for her belt pouch. From within she withdrew a couple gold pieces.

"Thank you, my lady," the woman curtsied and walked away, clutching her gold.

Khaira dressed quickly in a freshly laundered clothing and left the room. She locked the door and headed down to the common room of the tavern. Having a seat at the bar, she noticed a few of Karowyn's men were keeping watch within the tavern. Khaira ordered a pint of ale and drank it slowly. It felt good to see people again.

Khaira grimaced, was she going soft? She used to prefer to be away from the crowds of people. Shaking her head, she reminded herself to reexamine her priorities. She was a druid. She enjoyed the life in the wilderness with the sky above her head and the earth below her feet.

Maybe the life of an adventurer wasn't for her. She certainly didn't like nearly dying beneath the claws of an owlbear. Maybe fame wasn't worth the scars on her body and scars on her soul.

She missed her home, though. She knew she'd have to send a message to her parents as soon as possible. They would need to know she was going to marry Karowyn. She hoped they would be happy for her. Her father had wanted her to marry Karowyn when he told her about it. Though, she wondered if that was because of the blood oath. The blood oath would be paid and her father would have nothing further to worry about. She had a happy life ahead of her.

Why then did she fear it would not come to pass? Khaira feared that the warrant would attach too much stigma to her and Karowyn would want nothing more to do with her. She hoped the trouble wouldn't cause him not to want her. She wanted him to want her...desperately. She knew he already did. He had already told her he loved her. She felt that was enough. Khaira also felt as she grew to know him better that she would also grow to love him as he loved her.

As Khaira sat with her mug of ale, Lorna, Squib and Malanere came into the inn. She jumped up, happy to see Malanere alive. Running over, she hugged all of them.

"Welcome back to the living," she said to Malanere.

"It's good to be back." Malanere smiled.

Khaira ushered them to a table and ordered food and drinks for all. As they sat conversing, Khaira noticed a familiar face come in. It was Ian Winterheart. She nudged Lorna and smiled.

"Ian," she called out, as he walked toward them. "So good to see you. What brings you here to Daggerfalls?"

"I have information that concerns all of you and the warrant for your arrest. I also believe that your betrothed has learned of it. You must come with me. All of you." Ian replied.

Khaira shook her head, cursing under her breath. She feared this would come to pass. He knew and now he would not want her. Would he release her? "Very well, Ian. We will go with you." Khaira replied, glumly.

Ian shot her a look, noting the change in her voice. He led them out of town toward the barbarian encampment. "Is he very angry?"

"Who?" Ian asked.

"Karowyn."

"I really can't say, Khaira."

"Can't or won't?" She shot back, haughtily.

"You will find out soon enough."

"I feared this. I have agreed to become his bride, but I fear he will throw me aside." Khaira sighed, "It's not fair. We are innocent."

"I know all of you are. Don't make rash assumptions. Have a little faith."

Faith, Khaira mused. She had spent much time lately re-examining her own faith. The teachings of Silvanus seemed too strict for her. She opted to follow the faith of her mother, Mielikki. She recalled when she chose a patron deity, she chose something different from her mother's. She had thought it was uncool to believe as her mother did. Now she realized the error of her ways. The faith of Mielikki did suit her much better than Silvanus. She knew as she changed her faith, she would have to prove herself to Mielikki by completing a quest. That looming over her coupled with being found by Karowyn and the warrant calling for the arrest of herself and her friend's placed a heavy burden on her shoulders. She realized she needed someone to be on her side for once. She had hoped that someone would be Karowyn. Someone to help her shoulder the burden until she was strong enough to handle it on her own. She sighed deeply and cast a look of despair at Ian. But all too soon they had reached the barbarian encampment. All too soon she was standing before Karowyn.

Khaira bowed her head, not wanting to look him in the eye.

"Khaira, look at me."

Slowly she raised her head, her eyes meeting his.

"You know why you are here." Karowyn stated.

"Yes, and I must tell you that I am innocent," she pleaded and launched into the series of events that had led her to this place. She told him about the priest of Helm and his betrayal. She told him of the voyage to the Earthfast Mountains and their arrival at Hammerhole. She explained about what happened with Highpeak. "He stranded us in Anauroch and took off by himself. We are innocent and have no knowledge of where he is. We were framed."

"If you still wish to be my bride, I will protect you and your friends." Karowyn said. "If not, I release you and will find another way to collect the blood oath from your father."

"I will marry you, Karowyn. I have already told you that. I have not changed my mind. I feared that if anyone would change their mind about this betrothal, it would be you, my lord. I feared this would be too much for you to accept." Khaira replied, thanking the fates once again.

"No one would dare accuse me of any wrongdoing. With me, you will be safe." Karowyn said.

"Thank you, my lord." Khaira moved closer to him and wrapped her arms around him. She relaxed against him and allowed herself thoughts of a happy life with him.

A happy life... That was all she ever really wanted. She hoped that is what she had now that she agreed to marry Karowyn. Adventuring wasn't for her, not really. That he loved her beyond obsession, Khaira didn't doubt. He had told her as much. As she studied him, she noticed the stubborn set of his jaw and the kindness deep with his grey eyes. Yes, it was not a difficult thing to tell that he did indeed love her. He would absolve the sins others claimed she had committed by giving her the protection of his name. She assumed he expected her to be the model wife in return. That she had no problem with. That she would gladly do. She was more than ready to settle into a tranquil life and bear his children. Unless she wished it, she would never have to fight her own battles ever again. Yet she knew she would willing defend her children when needed. She would be free to be the kind of druid her mother was...devoted to keeping the pristine wilderness green and lush and lending a helping hand to heal those in need.

A pique of mirth washed through her. Yes, the capture had been well worth her flight away from him.

The End



The Capture & Training Of A Slave



Writer's note :: This is the second time I have done a story here and I hope everyone likes it this story could not have happened with alot of help from a editor here (blue_eyed_5ft_angel) thank-you you did a great job

It was just a normal day I guess same old thing, get up early, go to work, come home, eat dinner, walk the dog, play on the net, go to bed.

What a boring life till I had a fantasy come true.

My computer faces towards the window, allowing me to see right into the apt across the way and many fantasies have come from watching the man that lives there.

Tall, blonde, strong and powerful looking, I had always been drawn to him, trying to engage him in conversations but came to the thought, he was just not interested in me. 

Last week after a tough day at work, still dressed in my business attire of short skirt and blouse, I sat out on my balcony patio with a cd of soft soulful music playing and a nice chilled bottle of wine.

My mind was reeling , trying to recall the last time I got laid as my hand wandered down to my exposed thigh. 

Before I knew it I was gently rubbing back and forth across my lace panties, my finger sinking between my already wet slit. 

"What was I doing?" My mind was screaming out. I masterbate, but not publicly. Anyone could see me sitting here if they happened to glance up! Instinctively I closed them out behind shut lids.

My sex was really tingling as my fingers slipped between my soppy panties seeking my twitching clit to sweetly torture while my other hand grasped my ample breast, squeezing on its bulk, pinching the big hard nipples which were threatening to bust open the buttons of my expanding blouse.

"MMmm..God that feels soooo good." escaped my clenched lips as I threw my head back in total abandon. My pussy was clenching as fingers pierced between puffy lips entering my tightening hole.

"Yesss..Yesss.."I screamed out," Oh God let me Cummmmm..." 

My body quivered and shook as my pent up orgasm now surged throughout! I was bucking in my chair as my fingers and hand continued to assault my most sensitive parts!

"AAhhhhhhh," I moaned, returning to earth as my blurry eyes slowly opened.

I gasped as they focused on the patio across from me. There stood the man of my fantasies, the one I thought was so fine looking. He was staring at me! 

Suddenly total embarrassment washed over me as a cool breeze whipped across my exposed trembling flesh. My blouse was laying open and my huge right breast was gaping over the top of my bra. With legs splayed wide open, my skirt was hiked up around my waist and my soaked panties were scrunched to one side of my hairy soppy hole. My pussy was still quivering as the stirring breeze swept across my wetness. 

My face was flushed bright red as I started to turn my head away as if that would help my situation. Out the corner of my eye I saw him raise his wineglass to me in a saluting fashion.

Oh my God, I thought I would die of embarrassment as I jumped up, cupping my huge breasts, turning and running into my apartment!

Nervously, I took a cool shower to quench my sizzling flesh.

Later that night, laying naked across my bed as the fresh air from the open window whipped around the room, my thoughts were reeling over what had happened earlier on the patio. I knew I was a bit of an exhibitionist, but that was going way to far! I was getting horney just thinking about it. That was the best orgasm I had had in a very long time! 

I began masterbating as I usually do on hot sticky nights...

Unbeknownst to her, the handsome man across the way knew she masterbated regularly.

He would sit, undetected, in the darkness of his apartment comfortably perched in front of his window with a glass of wine while watching her masturbate.

He himself was highly sexed and at times would masterbate during the show. Standards being what they are he was very picky in his choice of encounters.

Watching nightly he learned a lot about her and was convinced she could be his choice.

Soon she would belong to him in everyway... being his slave, his property, the object of his pleasure. 

A hand eased over his throbbing naked cock, methodically he stroked while watching her cum to yet another wrenching orgasm. 

"UUuhnnnnn." he groaned. His eyes temporarily clenched as his cock shot its load out onto his tight washboard abdoman. His eyes fixated again in her direction as he wiped his salty essence from his shuddering flesh.

Her movements had quieted. She had fallen into a spent sleep.

He decided he had waited long enough...Getting up he dressed and slipped over to her apartment. 

With guarded movements he quietly picked the lock, looking from side to side before easing inside the door.

The rooms were dark and silent as he made his way down the narrow hallway. Flickers of moonlight were reflecting off the half open doorway at the end of the hall. 

Quietly he pushed open the door to her bedroom. 

There she was, laying on her back, her legs spread wide as if waiting for her lover to come to her.

He smiled. 

Her erect nipples were pointed up at him, her arms were above her head holding her pillow. 

She looked as though she were presenting herself to him.

He withdrew a soft silk tie from his pocket, reaching down gently taking her ankle he effortlessly secured it to the corner of her bed. 

She did not stir as he secured the other ankle as well. 

Now spread eagled, her pussy was open and ready for his use.

He smiled.

Reaching up to her arms stretched above her head still, he ever so gently fastens her wrists together, securing them to the headboard.

Softly she moaned, her body flinched as he slipped a blind fold over her eyes.

I awaken to the sensation of fingers moving inside my pussy, gently rubbing and caressing my moist inner walls. Was I dreaming? Opening my eyes I am greeted with total darkness. Trying to move I realize I can’t. Feeling the bonds securing my wrists and ankles. Knowing my legs are wide open. I start to panic. 

A warm breathe washes over my heaving naked breasts as a low voice whispered.

"Don’t worry little one you now belong to Me. I will take care of you and never hurt you."

My heart was pounding as His words pierced me like a sword.

"In a lasting way this is My body now. I will treasure it do not fear, but before you can fully belong to Me you must learn to trust Me in all ways and this will help you learn that..

My mind was spinning. Who was this? Could it be that gorgeous hunk across the way or just some crazy intruder?

I wanted to scream out 'Let me loose. Get out of here' but the words would not come.

Suddenly a high pitched scream escaped my lips.

I felt his breathe on my face.

"NOO..." He ordered in a angry voice, squeezing my cheeks between his strong fingers telling me He would not hurt me as he wedged something between my lips. 

"This gag shall be removed when you can be trusted to be still little one," He spoke softly now as he gently stroked my cheek with the back of his hand.

Gently he rubbed a finger over my exposed pussy lips seperating the puffy folds of flesh, feeling my slickness.

“ I watched you earlier... both times. Do you like do cum?" He asked waiting for my nod as he withdrew his fingers from my sex.

Not answering him he reached up grasping both nipples, he twisted and squeezing.. harder and harder.

He asked the question again letting me know that not answering would surely bring pain.

“Do you like to cum?" He asked again in a sterner voice than before.

Wincing beneath my gag, my tits feeling on fire I resistantly nod yes.

“Good girl.” he says.

I feel his two fingers penetrate inside my pussy now, working their way deep inside my tightening walls, then withdrawing, toying with my clit then teasing my hole.

“Do you like cock?" He asked flatly.

My mind was reeling. Again I’m slow to answer him. 

I feel his fingers pinch my clit hard, his nails digging into my tender flesh.

Gasping through my mouth, I only sucked the gag deeper inside. My hips buck off the bed as intense pain streaked through my tortured sex. 

“ I asked you a question. Please answer promptly. Do you like cock?" He said in a dominate tone as he released my screaming clit.

Trembling I turned my head from side to side.

“Good girl.” He responded as two fingers gently penetrated my soppy pussy.

My God they felt like small cocks inside of me, turning and twisting, moving in and out.

Without a word he slowly finger fucked me until my pussy was quivering and spasming.

“ Stop!” he yelled. "you are NOT to cum until ordered to!. That is something you have not earned yet. You will though and it will be wonderful, but that will come with trust."

My sex was aching for release as I layed there open and helpless to his every whim.

“Now, let me see what else is mine." “ he whispered in a sinsiter voice.

With the blindfold on I can’t see what he is doing. I was both scared and excited. Feeling my woman juices pouring from my open cunt wetting the sheets beneath me.

Suddenly I feel his tongue scraping across my breast then teeth gently biting my erect nipple.

“ Are you a slut? I want to hear you say it. Say I’m a slut!" he ordered as I felt the gag being removed from my mouth. 

“Say it! “ he ordered as his teeth bit down harder on my tingling bud.

“ I’m a slut!" I screamed out to him.

“ Good.. I want you to remember that.. and who’s whore are you? “

“Yours... I’m you whore.” 

Approvingly, He lowers His head putting his mouth on mine, gently kissing me.

Oh what a mouth, gentle but firm slowly forcing my lips apart his tongue caressing me.

Slowly he moves down to my neck... licking, sucking, biting, leaving tiny love bites as a show of his ownership. 

Over my chest moving slowing, marking my body making it his. Tasting all of me. His fingers moving to my nipples, squeezing them making them hurt.

' Good,' I am thinking, 'You want them hard as rocks when you take them between your teeth, rubbing them across the roof of your month. I start to cum again. I can feel my belly tighten and my pussy squeezing. I can’t believe how my body is acting. I’m being raped here by a strange. My mind is in total turmoil. I am experiencing the best sex from an intruder and he hasn’t even fucked me yet! I almost came twice. 

Suddenly I feel a hand grasping my face turning me to him.

“ I want your total attention on me at all times! Do you hear me? “ He ordered in an agry raised voice, “ I know when your mind wanders away. I will not have that! Do I make myself understood? “ 

Shocked I nod quickly..'Yes.'

I feel his tongue caressing my body. He reaches my pussy. My ankles still bound, legs spread wide he runs his tongue slowly up and down my slit tasting my juices, lapping them up like a puppy. Bringing two fingers to my pussy lips spreading them open, he begins to tongue fuck me. In and out his tongue goes faster and faster. 

Taking his fingers, scooping up my juices he coats my hard nipples. Dipping inside my wet snatch he withdraws more sweet honey spreading it over my face and neck before bringing his wet juicey fingers to my lips

"Lick my fingers clean, whore." he growled, " I want you to taste yourself." 

My tongue darts out and licks them clean. I had never done that before. I found the taste sweet and a real turn on.

Pleased with my obedience he goes back to driving me out of my mind with pleasure. With His talented tongue and three fingers in my hole He rythmically finger and tongue fucked me.

“ Do not cum until I tell you to or you will be punished.“ He warns pulling back from my quivering cunt. “You will not cum until my cock is buried deep inside your cunt and I tell you to cum! "He ordered adding," You will learn control."

His tongue and fingers resumed working on me. I knew I was dangerously at my orgasmic peak.

” Please Master..."I pleaded." Let me cum.. I can’t hold it back. I can'stand it. “ 

I felt my pussy contracting, sucking in his fingers and tongue driving me closer and closer.

Suddenly my body released like a tightly strung bow. 

He kept torturing my now tender flesh, drawing my clit between his lips sucking it into his mouth.

I exploded again, fearfully awaiting his reaction to my disobedience. 

Unbeknownst to me he was smiling. He had brought me to orgasm purposely, so I could be punished!

“Little one, " He whispered with a grin, raising his head from my open crotch. "You were supposed to wait for my command. That was unfair. Now you will have to make it up to me."

He was inching up my trembling naked flesh. I could feel the weight of his thighs pressing in against the sides of my laid back breasts. 

Oh my god, he was straddling me!

Suddenly I felt the weight of his ass lowering onto my flattening breasts.

“Suck this and make Me cum.. Now!" He ordered as his hands cupped the back of my head, pulling me forward as his thick cock pierced through my closed lips.

You thrust Your cock into my mouth. With the blindfold I cannot tell how big it is. Good thing I can’t see I would have panicked for sure. It was at least nine inches long and very very thick. 

As the head is forced inside my mouth, my tongue comes out rubbinng across the underside of your bulbous head. You rythmically fuck my mouth as if it were a pussy, in and out while my tongue caresses and licks and suckles. 

Oh God... feel the warmth, the warm saliva, the tightness as you push your cock all the way to the back of my throat. Your cum is boiling up.

“I'm going to fill your belly up with my juices, slut!" He screams out. 

'She will take it all..' he thinks, as thoughts of what he has planned are running through his head. Standing out is how he intends to punishment her for disobeying. 

“Here it comes slut.. Get ready to swallow it all! And I had better not see a drop wasted! “ he yelled out as his cock began spewing inside her tightly clasped mouth.

Behind her blindfold her eyes widened. She had never swallowed before! She would never allow a guy to cum in her mouth. She thought she would be sick.

Suddenly the taste of cum as it gushed from his pulsating organ. She obediently opened her throat as he pumped every last bit of his thick creamy man juice down her gullet.

Without a word he left the room. Returning with a warm washcloth he gently drew it across her pussy juice covered face before leaving her alone again in her darkness.

He just left her there... open, bound and blindfolded.

It felt like hours. I had to go to the bathroom and I was still so horny. He never did enter my pussy with his cock.

I must have dozed off. When I awakened the blindfold was removed and there sitting on the edge of my bed, gently playing with my toes was the gorgeous man I would call Master.

“ Well My pet, How was your nap? “ He asked with a beautiful toothy smile adding," Do you remember I told you NOT to cum until I told you to?"

I hung my head down in shame obediently nodding 'yes'.

"Well, from now on you will not receive any pleasure until I do. This body does not belong to you anymore.' he said gripping my thigh tightly. " I have decided you will be my slave... that means you will dress as I tell you , do as I tell you. You will have no control over your body. Do you understand?" 

I obediently nodded my head 'yes'.

"I have watched you for sometime now. I know what you like and dislike. I know your needs as they are and we will expand on them as time goes by. I will teach you all about pleasure/pain.

My sex was tingling as I attentatively listened to his words.

"You will give and receive. You will learn how to please me in what ever I want and I can be a very demanding person. I will draw everything from you."

He sat on the edge of my bed staring into my glazed eyes.

“Do you accept this? Are you willing to go the measure that will be needed “? He asked looking deep into my eyes waiting for my answer. His eyes were pleading with me to accept his offer of ownership.

Without thinking I blurted out "Yes!" 

His eyes were so mesmerizing, his face so handsome, his body so gorgeous!

“There will be no turning back, so think carefully. Are you willing to give everything that you are to be My slave for My pleasure? Your needs and pleasures will be mine to decide, if you so accept “ he said. 

I laid there dazed and stunned and open. The reality of his words began to sink into my deepest darkest fantasies and desires.

“You will stay here tonight and I will expect your answer in the morning. “

I looked to my bound ankles and wrists and then to him as if pleading for them off. 

“ No these will stay on tonight to remind you of your choices. I have generously removed your blindfold and mouth gag. You may tell me if you want your freedom, but if I release you I will leave for good. The choice is yours."

"May I use the bathroom? Please Sir. I need to go so badly," I heard myself plead. 

I could not believe my own ears. I have always been a very strong, in contol woman and here I was pleading to a stranger to be allowed to use my own bathroom.

"I beg You.. oh please Sir “ I moaned feeling as if my urine would split my abdoman right open.

He sat at the edge of her existance, looking at his my new pet, perfect in form and actions. He knew she was a true submissive by nature and with a bit of training would make an excellent trophy. She had pleased him to no end. 

He was still hard thinking about how he fucked her month watching her swallow all of his cum. 

Fingering her hot, slick pussy and ass he saw a tear trickling down her temple into her beautiful black hair. Ahh her pride is going, 

“Yes, she is mine,“ He thinks to himself. 

Feeling generous he unbinds her, leading her suddering naked body into the bathroom.

“My pet, I will allow you use of the toilet alone, this being your final token of privacy." he said as he turned towards the doorway. "But I will bathe you. Do you understand?"

She gasped, her urine flooded from her open thighs as her damp buttocks made contact with the cold toilet seat.

"Master," she called out with urgency. "Please Sir. Do not leave me. If I am to beYour property. Please stay and view me now."

With a smile of approval he returned, leaning over, placing one hand on her pendulace breast, squeezing and mulling her wanton flesh, while he drew his finger down the side of her face gently brushing her hair away from her tear filled eyes. 

"Hurry My pet.. While I run the bath water for us tonight." he said as he pulled away from her shivering aroused flesh. "But this shall be one of your duties from now on."

Looking over to him I murmured, “Yes Master. Whatever You say Master."

My mind was reeling. My body was flushing. My sex was yearning for more. Here I was sharing my body, my bed, my bath, with this perfect stranger I wanted for my Master! Having unsolicited sex with him. But the way he used me..Oh my god. I wanted..no.. I Needed More! I couldn't think about his promise of punishment, not yet.

If this were My story I would have sex in the bath with him.. gigglingg....

After we bathed, Master lovingly dried me off. 

Gently tilting up my head, His eyes piercing into mine, He spoke.

"I am binding you again little one. You are to spend the night knowing this is My body!" He said sternly as he tightened the ropes around my wrists."For tonight you belong to Me." 

Tears were welling in my eyes as His words cut clean to my soul.

"You will rest now and think about your decision." He ordered as He started to walk away. "When I release your binds come morning..." He paused looking back at my naked bound flesh shivering in the corner.

I was trembling out of control. What was I getting myself into here? screamed through my mind.




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His stern voice broke into my thoughts.

"Come morning... if you choose to be My property, you will take your rightful place, kneeling naked, obediently beside Me. If you sit in the chair, I will know you are not mine." He added with a frown clutching the doornob. 

"Rest well little one," He said calmly, flipping off the light, pulling the door closed behind him.

"Thank You Master.." studdered from my quivering lips as the room filled with darkness.