****** Slave of Pain 1: The Meeting by Rage ******
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Slave of Pain 1: The Meeting

Jesse could have been considered a "normal" woman. She had grown up in Wyoming,
on a nice little ranch outside Kaycee. An honor student at her school, straight
A student. She was also a typical tomboy. She never had to fight the bullies at
school. She grew up normal.

She never thought of being tied up or being controlled in her sexual life. If
one of her boyfriends had asked she probably would have laughed at him and
walked away. And if you had told her that at twenty she would meet a man who
would not only become her Master, her trainer and the man she would fight until
she was twenty-four she would have laughed and told you were crazy.

She was traveling from Colorado to New York the summer her life changed. She
was waiting in the airport in Denver when she met him. He was in his early
fifties, but didn't look a day over 30. Dark brown hair, piercing blue eyes,
muscular and huge. Huge was the only word she could come up with when she first
saw him. He smiled at her and then moved away.

For some reason she couldn't stop thinking about him. She watched him whenever
he came in view but when he looked at her she would drop her eyes. She sensed a
sort of power around him and it seemed to pull her.

When she boarded the plane and found her seat she was extremely surprised to
find him sitting in the next seat. She sat down and fumbled with her luggage as
she stowed it away, then sat down and buckled herself in. Trying not to think
about him as she pulled out a book and began to read. The plane took off and
she began to hope that it would be a short flight.

About an hour later, he turned to her and held out his hand. "I am David
Matthews."

She looked up, feeling her heart thud in her chest. "I'm Jesse." She placed her
hand in his and blushed as he kissed the back.

"Is that Jesse with an i-e or with an e?" He smiled.

She laughed nervously. "Just an e. j..e..s...s...e," she spelled it out for
him.

"Very nice it fits you. So where are you going, Jesse with an e." He laughed as
he ran his thumb over the back of her hand.

"New York," she dropped her eyes to his hand, watching as his thumb caressed
her hand.

They made some small talk and finally she relaxed. by the time they had to
switch planes she was very comfortable with him. He cracked jokes and told her
about himself. When they got off the plane, Jesse invited him to eat dinner
with her. They went to one of the restaurants outside of the airport.

As they sat in a booth eating she felt his hand slide up her leg and under her
skirt. At first she ignored it, after all she didn't expect him to do anything
in the restaurant. When she felt his hand cup her sex she bit back the gasp of
surprise that threatened to burst from her lips. Her heat burned under his hand
and she closed her eyes as she lowered her hand to remove his. He slapped her
inner thigh hard, and she had to bite her lip to keep from crying out.

She didn't know why she didn't move away or jump up. She didn't know why she
even wanted him to touch her. She wasn't interested in any man old enough to be
her father. But she let him touch her as he hissed in her ear. "Put your hands
back on the table, bitch. Don't move them."

Her heart pounded in her chest as she kept her eyes closed, he pulled her
panties away from her heated folds and began to rub them.

"Why are you letting me touch you. You could scream and have me arrested, girl.
You could run away. Why don't you move? Why do you obey me?" He whispered again
as he began to run a finger through her folds. barely brushing across her clit.

"I don't know, Sir. I'm nervous but," she swallowed hard and opened her eyes
and looked at him. "But I trust you, Sir."

"Do not make a sound, Jesse." With that he pinched her clit and began to tug on
it. She bit her lip harder and he could hear the gentle whimpers coming from
her throat at the pain. "While we are in New York. You will be with me. Tell
whoever you are going there to see that you have a friend you are staying with.
Understand?"

She nodded and whimpered softly. "Yes, Sir. I understand."

He let go of her clit and began to worry it with his thumb. She moaned softly
and clenched her hands into fists. "Are you a fighter, Jesse. Do you know how
to take a man down with your bare hands?" She nodded and tried not to think
about his thumb on her clit. "Yes Sir. My father made me learn how to fight. To
keep myself safe."

He just smiled and took his hand from her, catching her eyes he licked his
thumb and smiled at her. "You will do, Jesse. I want you and you are now mine."

~*~*~*~

When they landed in New York, he allowed her to get her bags and then led her
to his rental car. He drove to the hotel he was staying at. After he got
checked in, he led her to the room, where he ordered her to undress. She didn't
even hesitate. Slowly she unfastened her skirt and let it drop to her ankles.
She was already without panties as he had ordered her to remove them when they
had boarded the plane.

Her bare mound was revealed with its soft pink folds. She closed her eyes her
heart pounding wildly as she removed her shirt, letting it fall off over her
shoulders and slipping from her arms to drop on the floor behind her.

She stood naked before him as he circled her and looked her over. He admired
her taut ass, her small firm breasts. The beautifully shaped coral pink
nipples. He ran a hand through her waist length blond hair, and then down her
long legs. He stepped back and kicked the back of her knees. She cried out as
she fell to her knees, the pain so sharp it brought tears to her eyes. He
grabbed her hair and jerked her head back grabbing her breast and squeezing it
hard.

"You have one chance, bitch. You can get dressed now and leave and never come
back. Or you can stay and be trained to be my slave. If you stay, this will not
be the worst pain you have ever tasted, but you will be allowed to give me a
taste of what you can inflict. Choose now." He hissed into her ear as he
twisted her breast cruelly.

Biting her lip, she thought about it. She didn't want to leave. She had never
felt anything like this before. She wanted, needed to do anything he wanted her
to. She wanted to serve him in anyway he asked. She wanted to be his. "I'm
staying," she gasped out.

"Then get ready to rumble, bitch. Fight me. Down and dirty, hard and nasty, no
holds barred." He let go of her and stepped back removing his shirt as he
stood.

She forced herself back to her feet, fighting against the pain that threatened
to buckle her knees. She readied herself as her father had taught her to,
gaining her balance by spreading her feet apart. She looked up at him and
smiled. Suddenly, she knew what he wanted of her. He wanted to hurt her, but he
also wanted to be hurt. He wanted her to hurt him as much as she could.

"Think you can best me? I'm the best there is. Come on, Mama's boy, show me
what you got," she taunted with a laugh.

He charged her with a roar. She went down to one knee and swept his legs out
from under him standing as he fell and then falling on him driving her elbow
into his groin. He cried out and clutched his crotch as he struggled to get to
his knees. She stepped back and ran her hands over her body cupping her sex as
he had done before and smiled at him. "If you want a piece of this, little boy,
you have to do better than that."

She couldn't figure out where this was coming from. She had never been this way
before. Never had she really had to fight, definitely not naked and she had
never taunted anyone. He stood and lunged at her. She went down hard as he
tackled her, driving his shoulder into her belly. Her breath was knocked from
her lungs as she struggled underneath him. He straddled her body and grabbed
her arms pinning them over her head as he shifted his grip to one hand holding
her wrists together, as his other hand grabbed her nipple and began to pull it.
Stretching her breast until she was crying out with the pain, it felt like he
was going to rip the tender tissue right off of her.

Angrily, he let go and began to smack her breasts with his open hand. Screaming
at her as each slap landed hard on her. "You like that, bitch? You like being
hurt. You like it when I pull on your nipple. Don't you? Don't you, slut!" She
was arching trying to get away from his blows whimpering and crying out in
pain. "No! No, I hate it. Stop. Stop. Please stop!"

Suddenly, she felt the blows stop and felt him shift, her breasts burned in
pain and she could feel the tears in her eyes. Within a moment, she realized
that he was about to drive his cock into her. She screamed as he pushed deep
and fast into her. She whimpered, tears streaming from her face as he began to
thrust in and out. Pleasure began to overtake her with each thrust, until she
was thrusting in his rhythm moaning and begging for him to take her.

As her need mounted, he let go of her wrists and her hands flew to his back,
scoring ten long deep red lines into his back. Her body arching to meet him as
she moaned her need of him. They climaxed at the same time screaming wildly.

When it was over and he lay holding her in his arms, he tenderly kissed the
side of her neck. "I will understand if you want to leave, Jesse. I am not an
easy man and what I search for is a woman who wants to be beaten and to beat
me. I want to train her to take all the pain and I want to train her to be a
good fighter. You have promised, but I won't keep you if you will not like it."

Rolling over in his arms, to face him she smiled into his eyes, "Master, I am
yours."

Upon that day, unknown to both the fighters who lay in each other's arms, Slave
of pain was born.

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