2 comments/ 39867 views/ 3 favorites 'Star Bound' Ch. 01 By: whisperingsubmission Ani shifted the holster at her waist until it settled comfortably on her hip. Glancing down at her tight fitting jumpsuit, necessary for the high speeds reached on the hov-cycle, she once again found herself missing the diaphanous gowns and supple clothes her own people favored. Making sure all the buckles were secure and double-checking the packs would not slide, she carefully mounted the single rider cycle and felt the engine purr to life. With practiced ease, she entered the coordinates of the humani outpost into the dash comm, and kicked the bike into gear. Opting to forgo the helmet, she sighed with pleasure when the wind caught her silver hair up in its fingers, tugging and pulling at its length. Ani carefully flipped on the autopilot switch after making sure there was no other traffic around. Her attention now free she let her mind wander, to the barren landscape, and the blood oath that had brought her halfway across the known galaxy and plopped on the relic planet, Earth. Thousands of years ago, Ani's ancestors, the Elfae, had come to this planet and fallen in love with its bountiful life. Little sign of that bounty remained however; the planet surface was now scarred and pitted from several life cycles of war and abandon. Her people had once co-mingled peacefully with this planets inhabitant, the short-lived Humani. Decades of peace existed between the two species until a humani lord discovered iron, and it is affect on the Elfae. A cursed element to her people, some molecular component of the metal pulled the energy from the Elfae, long enough exposure caused illness, metal burns and a loss of life years from the delicate aliens. Ani repressed a shudder at the thought; glad most of the planets resources had been spent or shipped off for colonization after the humani achieved galactic travel. Her people had left many century before then, after the wars of sundering where the humani had poured upon them, sure they were hiding they truth of immortality, unaware they're species was simply to young to survive for so long. Cut off from their ships and unable to escape, the weapons of cold iron cut down the unsuspecting allies now turned foe. A true friend to the Elfae, a humani lord named Athor, managed to secret away the elfaens living amongst his people. He sent them out with his knight companions across the width and breadth of the land Use (consider revising) under the guise of noble quests, until they reached their hidden vessels. After swearing a blood oath to Athor and his line; that should his people face the same extinction, his childrens', children would be given mercy and brought out to the stars, they left the planet earth and returned to their home planet Syl. These were Ani's ancestors and true to their oath, her line had been tied to Athor's through the centuries that followed. In their great wisdom, the Elfae learned from the mistakes both they and other species had made, and forswore technology and the lure of the stars, spending their time in veneration of life as opposed to conquest. In remembrance of the debt owed Athor, every generation one of Ani's line was separated from their and taught the ways of the sky, sworn to secrecy they serve their lives as guardians to a far away humani bloodline still twinkling across the galaxy. For many long lives and through many bloody wars the line of Athor survived thrived even, until now. Great plague had swept across Earth's barren landscape halving the remaining humani still on planet, and decimating the Athor family. Ani had been summoned. Far from her family and homeland, she skimmed across the landscape in search of the last of the bloodline of Athor. A humani whose name she did not even know, only that her soul would feel halved until she made sure who ever it was, was safe and busy populating in a humani colony off planet, returning their bloodline to its proper numbers therefore fulfilling the debt owed by her people. She would be free of this secret and its ties to this individual to foolish to leave this dying shell of a world. Ani increased the speed of her bike, wanting to reach her destination. *** Trace Arthur surveyed the perimeter of the camp from his vantage point in the control room, most of the equipment in here was salvage, but his Tech could build computers and security devices out of just about anything. Things seemed quiet right now, but with night, falling soon you never could be sure whether the Scavs would strike. Between them and the Colonizers, there was little room for misstep in Trace's line of work. Deciding their was more money to be made in harvesting the Earth's remaining resources and selling them off planet on the black market, Trace had made quite a reputation for himself, always quick on his feet he had managed to scrape buy long enough to get his first mine operational and the shipments soon began pouring out. Once he had work one vein dry, he would order camp packed up and they would move to the next one the surveyor had found. Business was quite lucrative and Trace figured it was about time to move on to bigger fish, as the saying went. A loud beeping sound pulled him from his musings and he turned his attention to the monitor in question. The far motion sensor had been triggered and they were being approached at a fast pace judging by the rate at which the alarms were queuing. Trace flipped on the gate cams to make sure the guards had this under control. A lone figure was dismounting from a hov-cycle, it looked like a female, older judging by the grey of her hair he wasn't able to make out any of her features due to the poor picture quality, but she seemed to be alone. He watched as she approached and noted his guards were fanning out behind, making sure there wasn't anyone with her. The Guard in charge seemed to be speaking with the woman; curious Trace pulled the headset on. Crackling conversation filled his ears. The woman's voice didn't sound old, but it was hard to tell with this quality. "I am seeking a friend of my family who resides at this location, it has been many years but I believe the surname is Athor," she was saying in clipped, accented common. Trace realized she must have been from off-planet if she was using galactic speak as opposed to the Earth-Engli. She also must be there looking for him, as his name was the only one close to Athor in any of the outposts he ran. His guard was replying in a barely civil tone. "We have no one here by that name, my suggestion is that you move on, and seek shelter elsewhere. Unless, of course you want my company." Trace's eyebrows raised, definitely not an old woman then, judging from her reaction to his guards leer. "You are lucky Humani, I take no offense at your insult, but let me assure you the person is here, I am certain of it and I mean to find them." The guard started to draw his weapon, but the woman was to fast, with unnatural speed she was suddenly in front of the man and had disarmed him, the camera was unable to pick up the movements but suddenly the man was on the ground underneath her. Before Trace could hit the stations alarm her voice continued, making him pause curiously. "You will let me in this outpost, you will not hinder my search for the Humani Athor, and you will not call any reinforcements. Do I make myself hea- "The sentry pinned beneath the woman had drawn a dagger from his boot, she reacted quickly but not before the knife sliced across the arm she raised to block. A keening screech sounded and Trace had to yank the headset off, he watched on camera as the woman collapsed, no longer moving. Trace hit the comm button and spoke to the man at the gates. "Be certain she is unconscious, then bind her and bring her to me, I have a feeling I'm the one she was looking for and I want to know why" "Yes Sir" The guard went about following his orders, impassively kicking at the limp form with a booted foot before securing the magnetic manacles about her wrists and ankles, then slinging her over his shoulder. *** The woman certainly wasn't old, Trace thought as he searched her for identification, her skin pale, almost translucent, her tight jumpsuit did little to hide her slight form and high breasts. The jumpsuit consisted of very little in the way of fabric as it was designed to fit under an equally light spacesuit. The pants encased her lower body like a glove and the light jacket was open to reveal little more than a bra covering her chest. Her long hair was far from grey and actually, a light catching silver, her features though obviously alien were certainly attractive. Having little use for any woman, beyond the occasional fuck he usually visited upon one of his female workers, Traces penchant for violent desires meant women tended to steer clear of his attentions. He was unsurprised when he felt his cock stir to life considering her bound and helpless state. Smiling cruelly and curious as to whether she had more injuries than the superficial knife wound, Trace decided his search would be more through if his captive was nude. Reaching down to where she had been unceremoniously dropped, he lifted her by the cuffs around her wrists, she weighed practically nothing, he noted as he engaged the magnet to attach to the ceiling joist. Hanging now from her wrists, the woman's head hung down her long silver hair reaching past her waist. Standing back to look at his work, Trace began to enjoy the idea of making her talk, after he'd had his pleasure out on her, of course. The thin material of her jumpsuit came apart easily under Trace sharp edge of Trace's knife. Within moments, she hung before him completely divested of clothing. He stood back to get a better look at her. Her breasts were small and perky topped by dusky rose-colored nipples, blue networks of veins stood out against her translucent skin. A small waist flared out only slightly into a set of boyish hips, lowering his gaze further Trace was delighted to find no pubic hair grew to cover her delicate pussy. This skin too, was hued a slight pink and looked fuckable enough despite her otherworldly origins. Her shapely legs curved down to end in two small delicate feet. Strangely, the superficial cut on her arm was the only evidence of injury. Considering how she fought in the moments before her capture, he was hard pressed to believe a light snick from a knife caused her that much pain. Absently reaching out to fondle one of her handful-sized breasts, Trace delighted at the softness of her skin. Unable to help himself he caught the nub of her nipple up in a hard twist, and was rewarded with a quiet groan. Raising his gaze from her already bruising skin, he found himself looking into a clear set of violet eyes tinged with pain. *** Ani dragged her mind out of the stupor that had descended with the man's blade. Her arm still felt like it was on fire, throbbing along with her heartbeat. Suddenly becoming aware of her position and nakedness, she was abruptly pulled back into herself with the vice like grip now enclosing her breast followed by a sharp twisting on her nipple. Opening her eyes and raising her head, she came face to face with her captor. Upon meeting his black gaze the broken part of her soul recognized immediately, this was the Athor. As she wet her lips to speak to this man, he took it upon himself to continue his perusal of her chest. "Please, I have come seeking you. Your life is in danger and as the last member of your bloodline; it is your duty to survive. I mean you no harm, child of Athor" "Listen, who ever you are, trying to threaten and scare me, will do little to help your cause, considering our current positions" To underline his point, he tweaked her nipple again, pulling a moan from behind her lips. This was not going how Ani planned; this man seemed far from helpless and certainly was not interested in receiving her help, maybe her virtue, but not her help. Still regardless of how he felt about it was her job to save him. She tried again along a different tact, trying hard to ignore the ebbing pain and pleasure coming from her breasts. "My name is Ani, I wasn't trying to threaten, please untie me and I will explain everything" Trace chuckled in reply continuing to amuse himself by alternately stroking and mauling her breasts. "After that stunt you pulled with the perimeter guard, if you think I'm untying you for one second you are a fool. Actually on second thought I will release you, but only to move you to the bed and only after we've had plenty of fun while stranding. Before you get any ideas on the off chance you'll be coherent enough to try to escape, these manacles are set to send an electrical shock through your body should you attempt to cross the threshold." Smiling he grabbed a handful of her silver hair and yanked her head back before covering her mouth in a violent kiss. Ani was stunned; his kiss was proprietary and demanding. She opened her mouth to dissuade him and his tongue slipped into her, warmth spread up her body from the direction of her sex, infusing her. She no longer wanted him to stop, her mind was reeling and her body was betraying her. Trace's hand slid up her waist back to her breast, he captured her nipple between two of his calloused fingers and began pinching and twisting it. Pain flared followed by sharp ecstasy, Ani moaned into his kiss and swayed forward in her bonds, leaning into the agony of his grasp. Trace stepped backward quickly and slapped Ani across the face. She whimpered from the sharp feeling off emptiness that gripped her, more than the sting of his slap. She found herself wondering if she had done something wrong that he would stop so suddenly, she shook her head, what was happening to her. "What do you want here girl," he sneered, seeming angry now. "Obviously, you aren't against the idea of sex, or perhaps this is part of your plan" his hand shot out and caught her across the face a second time. "Answer prisoner." Ani felt the words leave her mouth before she knew what she was saying. "To please you" Trace's eyes lit with a feral gleam. "To please me..." Ani shook her head that was not it, not please ... help "Help, to help you. Please you must listen...." He silenced her with but a finger on her lips. "I liked your first answer better, but you want to help me little one?" Ani nodded slowly, wondering why she felt compelled not to speak. The look in his eyes made her quiver. "Hmmm, I know exactly how you can "help" me. Helping me or pleasing me Ani, is not an easy task. I believe we should be able to come to some sort of an agreement though." Trace stepped forward and snaked his arm around her back grabbing her ass and pulling her against him roughly. Before she could reply, he again claimed her lips with his then moved to her throat, biting and pulling with his teeth. Pleasure tore through Ani silencing any pleas she would have made. Trace nudged his thigh in between her legs, and slid his hand to the juncture between her thighs. He couldn't help but groan when his slid first one finger and then a second into her tight wet pussy. Ani whimpered with need and commingled pain at this new intrusion. Trace dragged his mouth from the now red expanse of her neck, and looked down at her. "Have you ever had a man before, captive? Or are your men so small this is as loose as you've gotten?" Ani dropped her gaze, only to encounter the sight of her legs spread while his hand continued to work her pussy. "No... man...," she gasped out, choking off when he added a third finger to her already stretched hole. "Please, it hurts." Trace felt his erection grow painfully hard, and left off working her cunt to remove himself from the confines of his clothing. Given a momentary respite, Ani hung limply for a minute trying to gather her thoughts, which scattered again immediately at the sound of his voice, now hoarse with want. "Ani," Her head raised with out thought, her eyes traveling up the length of him. His body was tautly muscled, and littered with scars. Jutting out at a right angle to his waist, his cock must have measured at least 7 inches and it appeared to be growing with her attention. Although, she had not chosen a mate yet (mostly because of the secrets her bond demanded be kept) Ani was not unfamiliar with the workings and anatomy of both the Elfaen and Humani peoples. This descendant of Athor was certainly well equipped; he was continuing to speak to her as her gaze finally reached his face. "Pet, much of what I do to you will hurt, but you like it, I can feel that without you telling me so, right here" His fingers once again slid into her moist pussy, her legs once again bowed out around his thigh and connected securely at the ankles. "You said you wanted to please me, was that true" Ani nodded helplessly as the pleasure inside her grew. "I'm not an easy Master, Ani. The only way you are going to remain with me to save me, as it were, is as my pet and slave companion. Do you agree to these terms, little one?" He quickly withdrew from her, and stepped back. "Or shall I leave you here for the guardsmen, when they've finally finished with you I'm sure I'll be long gone." Empty of his presence Ani felt the ache to be touched by him, hurt by him. Was that right? She quelled that niggling voice, telling herself this was the easiest way to keep him protected until she could get him off planet and to a humani colony. "I agree" "Do you know what this means, being my slave?" Ani nodded. "I will bond you to me, making it a lawful agreement, you understand this?" Ani nodded again. Trace reached up to where she hung from the ceiling and released the magnets holding her there. Ani crumpled to the floor caught unawares, her legs gave out. Trace reached down and drew her to her feet steadying her. He held her manacled hands and fiddled with the point where they joined, she heard a metallic snick and, though they remained cuffed, her hands separated. Trace bent down and released the force holding her ankles together, leaving them cuffed as well. "The agreements will be drawn up, I am a patient man" He eyes gleamed again as he looked over his prey. 'Star Bound' Ch. 02 The room seemed empty and cold to Ani from her position kneeling beside the Athor's metal desk. Beyond the two of them nothing in this room lived, the bare plastron wall units were devoid of everything and his entire room screamed temporary. Ani opened her mouth to comment but was immediately quelled with a look from the Athor. After making sure she understood she was to remain silent he returned to the access panel on his desk, typing and frowning. She had assumed that after he released her, the Athor would press his desire to mate, after which she could take the opportunity to explain to him his problem. However, he had told her in short clipped tones that she was to kneel beside his desk while he drew up "the agreement". Noting her surprise he chuckled adding that she wouldn't be able enjoy the attentions of his cock until she was properly collared. The thought of a collar was alarming to the delicate elfaen, she wasn't quite she understood what it signified. None of the bond-slaves she had run across had been collared. Bond-slavery was little more then indentured servitude, a binding agreement between two parties in which one fulfilled an outlined duty or service to its completion for a boon from the served party. When the Athor mentioned slave, Ani thought it seemed a good idea as she was already bound to him anyway. Obviously this is not what the Athor had in mind however, Ani felt the grip of fear coil in her belly when he slid open a desk drawer and pulled out a wicked looking metal collar. She watched as he pulled a cord from the access panel and hooked it into a port on the collar. The Athor smiled at whatever he saw then leaned back, looking at Ani expectantly and patting his leg. Taking that as her cue Ani stood gracefully and seated herself in his lap, perching gingerly. "Now my little pet, as I have already notarized the document all is there is left is for you to read and sign it. After that this collar will bind you to the agreement, it will stop any action you attempt that violates my rules. In the beginning I imagine this will be hard for you, once you stop fighting the behavior I have outlined for you things will become easier. Once the bargain has been fulfilled you will automatically be released from the collar. If I violate any of the rules, you will be automatically released from the collar." The Athor was looking at her calmly, when she daringly met his cool blue gaze he reached out, gave a hard pinch to her clit and said in a dangerously soft tone, "Eye's down little one, read the document and agree to it before we take this further." Ani dropped her eyes and leaned forward to peruse the contract, her breathe caught in her throat at the rules outlined in front of her. This was certainly not a bond-slave contract, she knew that until she added her agreement it wouldn't list her name anywhere on the screen, but she understood what he wanted of her finally. It did list his name, Trace Arthur. The document outlined in no uncertain terms that she and her upkeep and well-being were to be given into the hands of Trace Arthur for such a period as she defined until his safety, and that of his line was no longer in question . In return for allowing her to protect him, she was giving over... everything. It would now be in his power to decide where she went, whom she spoke to, what she wore, ate everything. Trace also would be given her permission to punish her as he saw fit and see to her continued "training". Ani couldn't control the delicious feeling of desire that came over her while reading the agreement he had drawn up. Besides the punishment and training which she didn't really think would be necessary, it seemed straight forward enough and even allowed her the ability to see to his safety until she could get him to agree to go to a stable Humani colony. Nodding to herself and happy with her logic, Ani reached out her hand and let the scanner identify her before she could change her mind. Immediately her name filled in, in the blank spaces on the contract and the two blinking red lights on the collar turned green. Trace smiled and picked up the metal collar which opened in his hands. Turning, he reached around behind her , Ani heard an audible click and then the heavy weight of the collar settled about her neck. "Delightful little pet that you are, before we continue with out little session, I have a few things I would like you to clear up for me. What exactly brought you here to find me, and what happened during the fight with my guardsman why did you stop so suddenly?" Ani had no problem explaining to him why she was here, the iron sensitivity was another matter entirely. The last time a humani had access to that particular knowledge, it had meant the almost complete demise of the entire elfaen race. She couldn't possibly share that with him. Ani opened her mouth, preparing to give him some flippant story about an old wound that still bothered her being the cause of her collapse. Instantly the collar started to get warm and uncomfortable and her neck started tingling. Ani reached up to rub at the spot on the back of her neck that seemed to be where the heat and discomfort was originating from. Noticing her furled brows and confused demeanor Trace chuckled at her. "Preparing to lie to me, little one? I'll punish you for that thought later, you'll find it's impossible for you to do so though. You might as well just tell me the truth" Ani's lips remained stubbornly sealed, as she refused to share her peoples weakness with this man. The slightly uncomfortable warmth given off by the collar started steadily increasing until it felt like a noose of fire encased her slim throat. Ani began to whimper and claw at the offending device. She tried to rail at him, tell him of the pain she was feeling but the words wouldn't come. "Ani, you have to answer my questions and you have to do it truthfully, or the collar will continue to punish you. All you have to do is behave little one and your torment will end, it will only get worse if you refuse" She thought about standing up and crossing the room, anything to get away. Again, the pain intensified until tears streamed down her beautiful face, she couldn't even move from the lap where he had told her he wanted her to sit. "You are doing this to yourself, and although it is delightful to watch your torture I will have the answers I seek Ani, whether you wish it or not" She tried to hold out against him but the need to stop her pain overrode everything else. The second her mind admitted that she would acquiesce to his demands the torture stopped. She began in a broken voice, "Our people were once allies, we coexisted on this planet for centuries..." Ani spun the tale of betrayal and war that marked the history of their to species, telling him of Athor and his help, of her families promise to save his children should the need arise. She told him of her separation from the rest of her planetary bound brethren, of the tearing of her soul the very moment he became the last of Athor's line. Finally in a tear choked voice she told him of the affect a mere alloy of iron had on her, the throbbing ache in her arm and the consequences of any elfaen coming in contact with pure iron. When she was finished Ani sat there on Traces lap, scared and empty of all the secrets that had once cloaked and protected her. "I see so what you're telling me is that your plan was to come here, kidnap me if necessary and carry me off to some unknown colony where you would force me to wed and produce children with some foreign woman?" His voice dangerously quiet. Ani nodded apprehensively when he put it like that it sounded well, wrong. "Ohh silly toy of mine, you will definitely pay for those plans. Let's get one thing clear right now, nothing you can do will force me to marry and impregnate any female, period. You might as well give up on that, as for the rest, besides the obvious handicap with steel weapons you seem able to take care of yourself. I feel that carting you around with me until I decide to leave shouldn't be a hindrance" About halfway through his statement Trace had allowed his hand to roam freely over Ani's soft skin, pinching a nipple here, tugging on an errant lock of hair, sliding a long finger into her moist pussy. By the time had had finished speaking Ani was making little moaning sounds in her throat. She leaned her head back arching her body into his hands even further, this action was met by an appreciative growl from Trace. As he continued playing with her Trace issued further instructions. "You will notice you are stopped from speaking unless directly addressed by me, there is an over-ride in this you may also speak to me directly, but only if you address me properly. Earlier when you called me The Athor I liked the sound of that. Therefore, you may address me as either Master Athor or may refer to me only as The Athor." When he stated the commend she felt an almost imperceptible warming of the collar encasing her as the instructions were added to her binding. Ani shivered, this was getting to be a little deeper than she thought it would. "Have you ever been spanked Ani, maybe when you were a little girl?" As he uttered this rather innocuous statement he reached up, deftly grabbed a handful of her hair and threw her across his lap. Issuing a sharp slap to her bare he, "Answer" he commanded. "No, Master Athor, please I don't understand this" Ani had never been spanked in her life, but she was definitely feeling the burning humiliation of it. At 5'9" Ani was hardly short and compared to the short-lived humani she wasn't young either, but this made her feel like a little girl. As the feeling of helpless exposure closed in Ani began to struggle. This act only earned her three more hard slaps in rapid succession. "This is how one punishes a child who misbehaves, I have far more painful punishments we will explore later. However this is the most humiliating I find, and I expect you'll agree. Now you can cry, no begging, and no trying to get away, understand pet?" Without waiting for her response The Athor began raining blows down on her ass, and several even stung her sensitive pussy. Ani couldn't seam to catch her breathe and it felt like her ass was on fire. When he abruptly stopped and began rubbing in a soft circular motion, sliding first one then two fingers into her cunt, Ani moaned through her tears. "Pretty girl, that's it shhh, you must learn not to think such bad things about your Master. If you didn't I wouldn't have to punish you, you know that right little one?" Ani nodded, she did understand what she had thought was wrong, really. She felt like she was floating awash in the sensation of his hands on her. When one of his hands spread apart her swollen ass, she felt him remove the fingers from her pussy and spread some of their juice across her little rosebud shaped ass she squirmed and tried to protest. Immediately the collar got intensely hot and his hand released her only to spank her hard twice, before continuing his perusal. None to gently he inserted a finger into her ass and began working it in and out slowly. Ani whimpered and cried at the pain this slight intrusion caused. When he resumed fingering her cunt, while at the same time playing with her ass Ani didn't know what to think, she felt her body relax a little and suddenly it hurt a great deal less, and in fact was even becoming enjoyable. Noticing her response and the moans mixed in with an occasional whimper, Trace practically growled. "Look at you, little slut you like that don't you? I am going to have an awful lot of fun with you." He pulled his hands out of her, making her cry out in pain before continuing. "Put your hands behind your neck and stand up." Ani struggled to obey, as soon as her wrists got close to the collar they snapped together and she was unable to free them. Using her elbows to push herself up a little she managed to stand without to much difficulty. Trace rose to and turning her around he pushed her unceremoniously across the desk. "Never been fucked before, huh girl? This should be particularly enjoyable for me then" Ani felt the unfamiliar sensation of a something sliding inside her, it stretched her out, she felt like it was tearing through her. "Ohh gods your so tight you little cunt, you were right in saving yourself for me, little one it's better this way" Ani felt him bury himself in her completely, then begin moving back and forth. She wanted to squirm away and lean back into him all at the same time. Her nipples, pressed against the cold desk unit ached to be fondled. Ani felt the Athor settle his hand on her hip pulling her back to meet his rough thrusting. She arched her back to better accommodate him, allowing him deeper inside her. He seemed to grow stretching her out even more, Ani's helpless moan turned into a cry when his again spread her cheeks with his hands. Trace leaned down and spit a little onto Ani tightly clenching asshole before inserting a thumb and working around slowly. Pain exploded through Ani at this entry, she tried to scoot forward away from him, but he quickly grabbed her hair arching her back and further onto his cock. "Still like it, little one. Come on you know you do, just sit back and really feel it" With that he let go of her hair, allowing her to drop back to the desk top. Trace continued to fuck Ani pressing down with his thumb, On the feel of his cock deep in her virgin pussy. The warm slick velvet of her was driving him wild, he changed his pace alternating between rough hard thrusts, then slowly gently sinking into her. Ani felt unlike anything she had ever felt before, she was filled with him aching for more. She ground her hips into him when he was deep inside her trying to get every inch of his hard cock , she milked him, moaning and begging with unknown need. Trace felt her tighten around him, on the edge of an orgasm. He smiled, little slut loved this, but his pet had yet to be fully punished. Trace pulled all the way out of her and stepped back. Ani cried out, she had been right on the verge of something and now it was gone. "Please, Master please, I'm sorry what did I do." She was awarded with a sharp slap to her still sore ass. "Don't question me, I decide, and I decided I was done, with that particular pleasure anyway. I warned you Ani I am not an easy man to please and I have, varying interests." He came around to the front of the small desk, "open up, dear" uncertain of his intent Ani opened her small pink mouth, Trace placed a finger and thumb on either side of her jaw, effectively hold it open. Ani watched horrified as he turned and, slowly at first and then with greater abandon, shoved his huge cock back into her throat. She felt like she was choking on the enormous length of him, when he slid out before pushing in again Ani managed to suck in some air. Gagging and coughing only seemed to delight him as he worked in and out of her mouth, even without his hands on her jaw she didn't think she could have closed her mouth around him. Trace was moaning above her, muttering that she should "suck on it, good girl" Ani tried to work her jaws and tongue around Traces cock, loving the taste of it's saltiness. "Good girl, slow down though" Trace backed up again, pulling his wetly glistening cock from Ani's hot mouth, "For someone with no experience Ani, you certainly have a lot of talent. I going to adore molding it" He circled around the desk again rubbing his shaft and eyes her heavily breathing form. Taking his place between her thighs he thrust inside her roughly a few times, before placing the head of his cock at her asshole. Realizing his intentions Ani started to squirm away, her hair was quickly caught up and he jerked her back onto his cock, tearing into her. Ani started to scream, but the collar sent a little shock into her vocal chord effectively cutting her off. Ignoring the crying girl Trace continued to pound into her ass, pre-cum and spit eventually easing his way until Ani relaxed around him. He felt it when her reaction changed to one of pleasure. Trace reach down underneath her and began fingering her clitoris stimulating it while he drove his cock deeply into her ass. Ani arched her hips up and back into him allowing him deeper, her moans getting raw. "Please Master, more...please harder" she begged him. Taunting her, Trace slowed down pulling almost all the way out before inching his way into her ass. "Please what, cunt what do you want harder?" "Please Master.. Your cock, please, fuck me" Trace slammed into her rocking her forward on the desk. "Like that whore, you want it like that?" "Yes, Master" Trace brutally pounded into Ani, working her clit furiously with his hands he felt her ass begin to convulse around him sucking and milking the orgasm he had waiting. Trace exploded, buried to the hilt in her savaged hole, while Ani shook and moaned beneath him, half crying. He let himself soften before pulling out of her, gingerly her rolled her over before picking her up and carrying her to the bed. There he laid her down, spreading her legs and checking for injury, she had held up pretty well under his violent ministrations. Trace stood up and fiddled with something at the end of the bed, satisfied he attached a cable to either of her ankle cuffs, which tightened until her legs were spread wide. Leaving her arms behind her neck he smiled down at her, not cruelly at all. "Sleep pet, I have things to do right now and you will be very busy keeping me satisfied tonight." With that he quickly straightened his clothes and shut off the lights before exiting the now quiet room.