****** Taken by Wolf by katgrrl ******
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Taken by Wolf


The warm breeze from the open window in her bedroom caressed kat's bare thighs.
Master wanted her to wear only sheer revealing nightgowns to bed, and no
panties. She was also to wear her collar to bed. She did so willingly, happily.
She had moved into this apartment a month earlier, to be closer to Him, to be
available to Him whenever He wanted her. He lived ten minutes away, and she had
anticipated seeing Him a lot, but in the past month since she had moved closer
he had only come once. She knew He was busy at work, and He did have a family,
a wife and kids. But still, she missed Him...she ached for Him.

She had met His wife, and His wife knew that He saw kat, and she accepted it.
His wife was into BDSM also, but not to the degree that Master was, or that Kat
was, for that matter. But kat felt better that everything was out in the open.
She had met Him on the internet. His online name had been Wolf, and she had
been intrigued. Since becoming interested in bdsm she had played online with a
few Doms, but none of them made her feel like Wolf did. The first time He
persuaded her to let Him call, she was nervous. She wasn't sure what it would
be like, playing on the phone. Up until then she had only played on line. Then
she had answered the phone and heard His deep, animal voice. The voice now that
could make her cunt throb with one word, who could drop her in to subspace by
just talking to her...

Kat sighed and changed position again. The one time He had visited since she
moved, He hadn't let her cum. He had come into her apartment (He had His own
key) and pushed her up against the wall roughly.... Her heart beating fast, her
eyes gazing into His...and He had kissed her, so hard...taking her breath away,
making her nipples throb. He had pinched her nipples hard through her T-shirt,
then drawn His large hunting knife and cut all her clothes off. The ripping
sound as the knife tore through the cotton of her jeans still stuck in her
mind. Master where are You. I need You so bad. Her right hand slid slowly down
her flat stomach...to her round womanly thighs. She was wet. Thinking about
Him. Thinking about things He'd said to her. Things He'd done. The time they
were playing online and He had said He was going to abduct her at gunpoint,
throw her in the back of His black van, bind her arms and legs, and rape her
ass, filling her with His cum. Then, He had said, He was going to drive His
torture hide away, to where He could play with her in private...To where her
screams couldn't be heard.. His words played over and over in her mind...His
torture hide. His torture hide... the words made her cunt ache for Him.

She whimpered softly in frustration. "Master"...Her right hand made its way
down between her legs. She pushed the nightgown out of the way...It was so
flimsy anyway. Just a piece of sheer white material. Her pink nipples showed
through it. Thin spaghetti straps holding it in place. She softly caressed her
wet pink slit. Her lips were velvety smooth from shaving just a few hours
before. She parted them and slid two fingers inside, as deep as she could. The
heat from her pussy warmed her fingers. She pushed in and out a few times. She
replayed His voice in her head. "I'm going to fist your cunt while you have
clothespins on your nipples, bitch. I'm going to make you cum from the pain.
What are you, bitch?"

And she had responded: "i'm Your whore Master, i'm Your slut, i'm Your
property. You own me". Her cunt had been pulsing with pleasure. She had wanted
to cum so badly. "Please Master, can I cum?"

"NOOOOOO bitch." He had growled, bestial, and she very nearly lost control and
came anyway. "I love it when You say no to me," she had moaned. His calm voice
"I know" driving her further towards the brink.

Kat shifted in bed again. Now she was lying on her back. She spread her legs as
wide as possible. Master always said to spread them until they burn if she was
masturbating, so that's what she did. But she wasn't allowed to cum without
permission. She could touch herself, bring herself to the brink, but she
couldn't cum. She slowly slid her wet fingers out of her cunt, and brought them
to her lips. Another rule of His. She must lick her own juices from her
fingers. She put her wet fingers in her mouth, and slowly sucked them...loving
the taste. Her desire rising, she brought her fingers to her cunt and this time
rammed them inside, crying out in pleasure at the feeling of being violated.
She quickly pulled them back out again. That was it, if she didn't stop soon
she was going to cum, and she didn't have permission to cum. Kat licked her
fingers clean and then closed her wide spread legs...smoothed her nightgown
back down, and closed her eyes. She had to sleep. Had to sleep. Each time a
thought of Wolf intruded, she pushed it away. After ten minutes she was feeling
sleepy, and turned onto her right side. "Good night Master," she whispered, and
drifted off to sleep.


Silence. The apartment, still and dark, and quiet. Moonlight pooled on kat's
bed, illuminating her prone form. Her chest rose and fell. Then there was a
barely audible snick, as a key was turned in the front door. Slowly,
stealthily, Wolf entered the apartment. He gently closed the door and walked
quietly into the living room. He set His large leather suitcase on the couch,
and unzipped it, revealing His instruments of pleasure and torture. The black
suede flogger, the first toy He had ever touched His slut with to bring her
pain. The crop, her favorite. He had never known a sub before who's favorite
was the crop. It stung, and it left marks. He smiled to Himself. Yes, that's
why she liked it. She wanted visible signs that she was owned by Him. His cock
stiffened at the thought of His whore, tied spread eagle, moaning as He whipped
her cunt with the suede flogger. The way she thrust her hips at Him for more.
She always wanted more. Tonight, He was going to give her what she wanted. When
He was done, she wouldn't be asking for more. She would be begging Him to stop.
Out came the black leather blindfold, the cock gag...the wrist and ankle cuffs.
Then He removed His leather jacket, and. on a sheath attached to His black
jeans, was a hunting knife, smooth and gleaming steel, wicked looking. Tucked
in the small of His back, under His black t shirt-his glock-19.

He took the wrist cuffs and the blind fold and walked as quietly as He could
into her bedroom. His black boots tapped on the floor. He paused in the doorway
to look at her. His bitch. HIS. Of that he had no doubt. She would do anything
for Him. His whore, He thought, already drifting into topspace. His torture
bitch. His cock rock hard now, straining against His jeans. He took a pair of
black leather gloves from His jacket pocket, and slipped them on. He moved
closer to her, until he was standing by the side of the bed. The sheet was down
around her legs. Her nightgown ridden up, exposing her ass. Her back was to
Him, she slept on her left side. He looked at her angelic face, the palest of
pale white skin, blue-gray eyes, shiny strawberry blonde hair, tangled around
her shoulders. Her slightly parted red lips. He would have something to occupy
that slutty mouth, very soon. MY fuckbitch, He thought. In one swift motion He
reached out and grabbed a tight hold of her hair. Her eyes flew open in
surprise. With His other hand He grabbed her throat tightly so she could barely
breathe. The look of fear in her eyes made His cock jump. Then she recognized
Him.

"Master" she whispered happily. She couldn't speak normally; his leather-gloved
hand around her neck prevented that.

"Sit up bitch". He pulled her by her neck and hair into a sitting position,
then seemed to change His mind. "Get on the floor" He growled, but she had no
choice in the matter for as soon as she started to comply He simply grabbed her
hair tighter and pulled her out of bed, shoving her to the floor. She scrambled
to get to her knees, to show her submission. She sensed that He was in primal
mode. He had gotten into His primal mode a few times before when they played.
The last time, He had fisted her cunt, making her cum endlessly, screaming, and
begging Him to stop even as another orgasm gripped her through the pain. She
had been sore for a week after that. She also couldn't stop smiling all that
week. At work her coworkers asked what was up, what was with the cheshire cat
smile. She had just smiled more, and shook her head. They would never
understand. When she sat down in her chair and felt the soreness of her
bruised, whipped pussy lips, she knew she was owned completely. It made her
feel warm all over, and safe.

She got to her knees, spread her legs wide as possible, ankles touching, arms
resting on knees, palms up, she raised her head and lowered her e yes. It was
deadly silent in the room She didn't dare look up to see where He was. She felt
that familiar adrenaline rush of fear and anticipation. Her cunt was soaked
already. He had trained His bitch to be in heat constantly, to become wet at
the slightest stimuli. He was proud of the progress she had made. She heard Him
step in front of her. Her heart beat faster. He was her Master. She had given
her safeword back to Him; she didn't want it, just wanted to submit to Him. She
had tried to do this six months earlier, and He hadn't let her. He had told her
she wasn't ready. When she heard that she knew that he cared about her. Three
weeks ago she had asked again and He had agreed. No more safewords. She thought
she would be scared but instead she had felt a curious freedom, when He told
her she was truly His.

She snapped back to the present as he began to speak.

"Whose are you?"

"i'm Yours Master," she said softly, trembling.

"What are you?" He said, His voice dangerously controlled and calm.
The sound of His voice sending her travelling down the rabbit hole of subspace.

"i'm Your bitch, Master. i'm Your whore, Your cunt, Your prop-"

SMACK! He back handed her across the face and she lost her position and fell
onto her right side and He was on top of her, shoving her legs apart brutally
with His own as He listened to her delicious pants of desire. Now she was
laying on her back, her chest heaving, her cheek stinging, her cunt juices
flowing like a river down her wide open legs as her Master positioned Himself
between her legs and reached down and slid His gloved hand around her neck and
twisted her collar tightly so she had to fight for breath. Oh, her cunt ached
for His cock. "Look at me whore". She looked up at her Master and He saw the
pleasure in her eyes, the desire for more, His hungry little bitch always
wanted more. "Master" she whispered, in ecstasy already, trying to wriggle
closer to Him... He removed His hand from her neck and wrapped it tightly in
her hair. He leaned down so His face was inches from hers.

"Tell me what you want, slut. Tell me."

"P-please." She cast her eyes down. She still couldn't do it. Even though she
knew he knew what she wanted, she couldn't say the words. Usually He let it
drop. But not this time. "I said tell me lil'bitch. TELL ME." And he kissed
her, hard, his warm lips on hers, her mouth opening, accepting His tongue and
her sweet moans of pleasure turning to a squeal of pain as he intentionally bit
her lower lip. Her tongue snaked out to taste the blood as He broke the kiss.
"I said fucking tell me, bitch," He growled, and her desire overcame her
hesitancy and she moaned ""please hit me Master, oh, please hit me again, hit
me, pleeaaaase...". She arched her back and spread her legs open further and he
was on her instantly, slapping her face again and again, back hand, then
forehand, she was completely in his power, her moans filling the room as He
slapped her, hard, wanting to hurt her, wanting to shove His cock inside her
and fuck her but no, not yet. He paused then slapped her again, letting go,
fully into Dom space and wanting only to take His bitch and make her submit to
Him, to feel her submission, taste it, feel it like he felt her tight ass
wrapped around His pulsing cock... He felt her strain to spread her legs open
even wider for Him, to offer herself more fully to Him. He grabbed her hair and
hauled her to her feet, pushing her facedown on the bed. "ASS in the AIR" and
she complied instantly, her cunt wanting Him so bad it was painful. Then
silence.

Then the wooooosh of His belt being slowly pulled from the beltloops on His
jeans. Her clit reacting to the familiar sound, swelling even more, her face
warm and stinging, her inner thighs coated with her own wetness. She was deep
into her submission now, her humiliation and her arousal and desire for Him and
the dark thrill of submitting to Him, feeling His power over her. Bent over the
bed, her ass high in the air and vulnerable. She strained to feel the first
blow, and SMACK, there it was, her Master was whipping her and she writhed in
pleasure, as He whipped one cheek, then the other, slow rhythmic slaps that
gradually became harder. Each time a blow landed a small moan would escape her.
He didn't gag her; he liked to hear her moans. They were better than any music.

"Spread your cheeks open. Show me your asshole". A thrill of fear ran through
her. Oh god, she thought. It's going to hurt. Slowly she reached back with both
hands, lying on her tummy, and spread her asshole open for Him.

"Look at that slutty hole. I'm going to have to punish that sluthole." With
that His belt sliced through the air and landed a stinging blow on her
sensitive hole.

"Owwwwwww," she moaned. His cock throbbed and strained at His pants. But not
yet. Not until He had given her more. Whoooosh-slap! "Owwwwww Master," kat
cried out. The urge to touch her cunt while He whipped her sensitive asshole
was overwhelming. God she wanted to cum. Wooooosh-slap. "oww". A soft little
whimper. He laid the belt on the bed and came over and ran His fingers over the
red welts that he had put on her ass. He dipped His finger into her wet cunt,
getting it wet, and then pushed it into her asshole. He heard her sudden intake
of breath, and slid His finger all the way inside her.

"Mmmmmmmmmm," she cooed softly. His warm hands on her skin were driving her
crazy with desire. She felt like if she didn't feel His cock inside her soon
she was going to go insane. "Master please fuck me please I need it so bad, I
need Your cock in my hungry cunt please oh god please..."

His low chuckle filling the room. "Not yet slut". Her anguished moan of
frustration in return. He slid His finger out and flipped her over onto her
back and placed the wristcuffs around her wrists, locking them together, then
attaching them to an eyebolt on the bedframe. He spread her legs wide and
looked at her. Her cunt was soaking wet and open for Him. He leaned over her
and rubbed and caressed her hard nipples until they were swollen with need and
her hips were twitching involuntarily. He grabbed each nipple and slowly pulled
them away from her body, further until He heard her whimper in pain. Then He
paused, and pulled a little more. Her breath coming in quick gasps as the pain
washed over her. Kat was so aroused, wanting her Master so badly. She had never
felt desire like this for anyone, ever. He let go of her nipples and they
throbbed with pain, and yes, with pleasure too, she couldn't deny it. He left
the room and returned with the leather blindfold and quickly fastened it around
her eyes. She was in darkness now, and it made her feel free, she loved the
blindfold, it made her feel as if she was flying sometimes, just the sensations
and her Masters touch, and the darkness...

She felt two of His fingers start to circle her swollen, aching clit. They were
wet, and the pleasure and her need to cum were almost unbearable. Gently they
circled and circled. A low moan of sweet pleasure escaped her lips. His
fingers, rubbing, rubbing. She thrust her hips to Him, wanting His fingers
inside. Oh please let Him fuck me, let Him rape me with His strong hands, His
thick fingers violating deep inside my tight wet cunt... Just when she was
about to beg Him to fuck her again, His fingers disappeared and she heard His
zipper unzip. Next, she felt the head of His cock, warm, and wet with slippery
precum, touch her lips. She sighed with pleasure and rubbed her lips over the
velvety head of His cock, wetting them with His precum. Then she licked His
wetness off her lips. Then she did it again, rubbing her soft lips on His
engorged prick. This time though she took the head of His cock in her mouth,
she couldn't wait any longer. He tasted so good, His cock was thick and long
and she loved having it in her mouth, down her throat. She used her tongue as
she sucked Him, caressing the underside of his cock, that sensitive place, and
heard Him hiss through His teeth with pleasure. She took His cock as deep as
she could, her cunt pulsing, jealous, wanting that cock deep inside. Down her
throat His cock slid, until her lips were wrapped around the base. Now she
sucked up and down and used her tongue, her clit incredibly swollen, her desire
clouding her head, making everything fuzzy...He pulled His cock halfway out of
her mouth and she tried to lift her head off the bed to get more, even though
she was tied. Then He thrust His cock hard back into her mouth and she took Him
deep, moaning and slobbering all over His prick... He allowed her to suck Him
for a few more minutes...and then suddenly His cock was gone.

In the darkness she could not tell where He was. Then she heard His voice, low
and amused, from across the room.

"You like to push the envelope, pet? You like edge play?" She didn't know what
to say, didn't know what He was leading up to. She knew, however that this tone
to His voice was new. She felt excitement rising in her belly. Her breaths came
faster and unbeknownst to her, He watched, a smirk on His face, as the fear
worked on His slut...

Whooooosh-SMACK! The crop landed on her inner thigh... "Ahhhhhh," she moaned,
surprised. Her thigh stung.

"The question was, slut, do you like edge play. You've told me before its
something you want. I want to hear from you again. Do you want it?"

For kat there was only one reply. "Yes Master I like edge play, I want You to
take me far, to another place. I want to go there with You Master. I'd do
anything for You, and id take anything for You.". Kat licked her lips and said
again softly, "I want it?." Wolf looked at His slave and knew she was telling
the truth, and at that moment His love for her could not have been more
complete. He walked over to where she lay on the bed; arms tied above her, legs
spread, and caressed her cheek with his hand. "Good girl," He murmured, and she
smiled. He kissed her once, softly on the lips. She had a feeling something was
coming. She felt delicious fear coursing through her veins, desire flowing
through her. He moved away and she didn't even know how scared to be, having no
idea what was coming.

Wolf stepped back and looked at His pet, His slut. She was trembling slightly,
lips parted, hair flowing down her shoulders, her skin covered with a light
sheen of moisture. He paused to take in her beautiful large breasts with their
swollen pink nipples. He thought of how much she loved to have them touched,
rubbed...licked...He pulled off His shirt, the cool metal of the gun resting
against His back. Then, suddenly, He had a better idea. "My pet," He said, "I
have to leave for a little bit. I should be back in maybe forty minutes. I want
You to leave the door open for me, and stay where you are until I return".

"Y-yes Master". He could hear the uncertainty in her voice. He never left in
the middle of a scene. Never, for that matter, left right after a scene,
either. He always took some time to sit with her, and talk, or caress her hair,
or lay in bed with her for a few moments. He knew their relationship was ten
times better because of it, because He took t he time to let her k now she was
valued. So for Him to suddenly leave mid-scene-it confused her. Wolf walked
over to the bed and untied her but left her blindfold on. He took the
wristcuffs off, and without another word He got up and left the bedroom. He
grabbed His jacket and threw it on, and walked out the apt, shutting the door
but not locking it. Once outside, He took a deep breath of the cool damp night
air. He thought about her, upstairs, kneeling, patiently awaiting His return.
He stood outside for maybe fifteen minutes. Then He quietly walked back
upstairs. He paused outside the door, then opened it, slamming it shut with a
bang... He entered the living room, and muttered in a low voice "nice t
v...good VCR...ok bitch, what else you got for me" He put a gravelly sound in
His voice, something He'd learned how to do back in college when he acted in
many local plays.

"Wheeeere's the cash bitch," He said in a singsong voice as He moved towards
the bedroom. "FUCK!" His angry voice filled the small bedroom as He took in
kat, who was by this time cowering in fear behind the bed. She couldn't help a
low moan of terror. Oh shit, god where's Master, oh god why is this happening
to me, oh fuck.... Oh god...

He walked around the bed and saw her, shivering with fear. Good. She hadn't
recognized His voice yet. He knew she would eventually, but hopefully not for a
while, especially since when talking about her biggest fantasy, being raped,
they always agreed that she would know before hand the day it was going to
happen. She wasn't expecting this.

"Mmmmmmm." He took in her naked form. "Slutty little bitch, aren't you?" He
grabbed her hair and pulled her up until she was standing, then pushed her
roughly on the bed. "Now. Bitch. I don't think I have to tell you, that if you
MOVE" -He pulled out His knife and pressed the tip into her breast, right above
the nipple- "you'll get CUT" And He dug the tip into her breast, producing a
small drop of blood.

"Oww," she said softly.

He laughed. "oww?. Oh bitch, if that makes you say oww, You're going to be
screaming b y the time I'm done." Icy fear stabbed through her, but Kat stayed
silent, praying her Master would come back soon. He would kill this guy.
But...a small part of her, the painslut part of her, went over His last words
again. "Bitch, if that makes you say oww, you're going to be screaming by the
time I'm done". Ooooh.. She squeezed her legs together, once, to feel the
pressure on her clit. A small movement. But Wolf saw it. And smiled.

"I think I'll leave the blindfold on," He said softly. "I don't know why you're
naked in the middle of the floor with a blindfold on, but it suits my purposes
tonight very well," he laughed. Next He pushed her down so she was lying flat
on her back on the bed. He tied her wrists with soft white rope, and then
looped the rope over the bedpost, so her arms were up over her head. She felt
so wanton, spread like this for a stranger...again. She started at her own
thoughts. No! She wanted to yell at herself. This is a stranger, its not
Master, and He's most likely going to rape you, girl, get a grip! She trembled
again. Oh god...don't let him hurt me, please... just let him take what he
wants and leave. Her fear was back now, real fear. She felt him get on the bed,
and tensed, and waited...and waited.... Then the coolness of a knife blade. She
gasped softly and willed herself to be still. The knife traveling flat side
against her skin... sharp edge pointing away... down her neck, around one
breast, then the other...over to her nipples.her hard nipples. She desperately
tried to will them into not being erect, but it didn't work. He slapped her
nipples lightly with the flat of the knife.. and it felt good. Oh no, please...
She fought against her own rapidly building arousal, but it was a losing
battle. The darkness and the knife caressing her skin, the fear coursing
through her, this stranger standing above her, probably about to fuck her , and
there was absolutely nothing she could do to stop him... all of these things
worked on her to make her pussy soaking wet. She started to arch her back for
more, but caught herself, and stopped. But again, Wolf saw it. He ran the tip
of the blade down her stomach now... swirling a couple times around her belly
button.. pressing a little harder to hear her gasp again...then lower...he
pressed the flat of the knife against each pussy lip...then he took the dull
side of the knife, placed it inside her right cunt lip, and pulled her
open.."Please" she whimpered.

"Shut up" He growled. Holding her open with the knife, he bent down...and took
her other inner labia in his mouth, sucking gently. Her low sweet moan was
music, even though she clamped her mouth shut almost as soon as it escaped her
lips. He licked up and down that lip... occasionally flicking at her clit, and
then he paid attention to her hole...her creamy wet hole, he noted with
satisfaction. He slid his tongue deep as he could...and heard her fast frantic
breaths as she fought to keep control. Good... he wanted her out of control,
panting, screaming, begging to cum-the way He liked her. Now. Time to get down
to business. He stood and went to the living room, dug in his back and pulled
out a black ski mask with holes only for the eyes and mouth. He went back into
the bedroom, and sat on the bed beside her. He slid the mask on, and then said,
"I'm going to take the blindfold off. If you scream or try to fight me," he
leaned close to her face, "you'll die, bitch." Then He pulled the black glock-
19 out of His waistband. He ran it over her stomach, her breasts... teased her
nipples with it... She arched her back slightly, wondering what He was
caressing her with. Her pussy ached for His tongue. She had to bite her lower
lip hard in order not to beg Him to do it again. Wolf looked down at her
calmly, watching her fight for control. Then He placed the barrel of the gun
right under her chin... and took off the blindfold.

Kat felt something round and cold under her chin, and gasped softly, beginning
to have an idea what it could be -and suddenly the blindfold was taken off. She
blinked a couple times and looked down, seeing in the bright moonlight a very
large gun, held to her throat. She let out a stifled scream and tried to
scramble away but Wolf anticipated this and caught her by her hair. "DON'T move
fucking bitch, what did I tell you?" Kneel on the floor in front of me". She
did so, trembling, truly frightened now, heart pounding in her chest. He came
down to where she was, and got on His knees also. He looked at her beautiful
naked body, shaking with fear. It was ma king His cock rock hard. With one hand
firmly in her hair, He placed the barrel of the gun between her breasts, and
slowly slid it down her stomach, over each hip, back up her stomach, caressing
each breast, pausing to concentrate on circling around her nipples, which
responded immediately, swelling to His touch. Back and forth He went, from one
nipple to the other, knowing how sensitive her nipples were. How she loved to
have them touched, played with... He continued His teasing of her nipples
until... finally He got his reward, a harsh pant of unmistakable desire coming
from her lips...He grinned to Himself and pinched each nipple HARD, eliciting a
yelp of pain from her, before He slid the gun back down her belly. He sensed
her disappointment at the loss of His touch.

"You're not fighting me. Why? You could yell and scream - you're not gagged.
Why are you kneeling in front of Me, and taking - with this He nudged the
barrel of the gun between her parted thighs - what I'm doing to you. Why? He
held the gun between her legs, barely touching her pink lips. Her wet pink
lips, yes, He could see the moisture on them. How He wanted to ram that gun
into her hungry wet cunt. But not yet. "What kind of SLUT are you, that you
would let a total stranger touch you in this way?"

His words slipped over her like a a silk noose...flowed through her veins like
a drug...all she wanted to do, god help her, was relinquish control to this
man, to give him whatever he wanted. To give herself. To spread her legs wide
for Him and take Him inside her. Still ,she didn't speak, didn't trust herself
to. She was still scared, but god, she was turned on, so turned on... His touch
on her nipples had driven her wild with lust, although she didn't let Him see
that. It felt sooo good as He touched one nipple, then the other, back and
forth, taking His time...Now the gun barrel was between her legs, and part of
her was dreading what might come next, and part of her, deep inside, was
getting ready for it, aching for it, she could feel her juices trickling out of
her pussy in anticipation, her cunt knew what she wanted, her cunt was way
ahead of her mind, her mind was still fighting with the idea, telling her that
it was wrong, so wrong for Him to do what He was doing, but even worse for her
to like it.

"Lean back" He commanded, and she did with no problem, being very flexible. She
leaned back and arched her back and rested her hands on the floor behind her.
"So obedient," He observed softly, and she blushed, unsure why His compliment
made her feel warm inside. At that moment she realized she had surrendered to
this man, whatever He was about to do to her, she wanted it -no, she needed it.
This thought made her start shaking again, so much so that she almost lost her
balance and fell. "Shhhhhh" His voice came, soothing her. "Spread your legs
wider, little girl." She sighed happily at His words and struggled to spread
them while staying in position, managing to get them a few inches wider than
they were. She felt wide open exposed. She felt like He could see her insides.
She took deep, shuddering breaths as her heart pounded. His voice again-
"Shhhhhhh". She calmed her breathing a little bit. Then she felt His touch on
her nipples again and almost cried out in relief, it felt so good. He rubbed
her right nipple between His fingers. In the position she was in, she really
couldn't see what He was doing. But it felt good... ohh... It felt soo sexy...
until suddenly biting pain in her nipple caused her to cry out in surprise...
He took her other nipple between his fingers and rubbed, and then that one was
clamped also. Master had used clamps on her nipples, but never this tight, and
she wriggled, trying to escape the pain. "ow ow ow ow" she said softly under
her breath.

"Here," Wolf said, "let Me help you with that. This will help you forget about
the pain." She tensed, waiting for Him to loosen the clamps, but instead she
felt a coldness on her heated pussy lips again, and for a moment she froze. He
chuckled. The coldness was removed...and then she felt two of His fingers enter
her roughly, all the way in with one rough slam, slide out, and then do it
again, rammed deep into her cunt, then withdrawn... then rammed deep again.
"oohhh" she moaned . "oohh god ohh god". Her hips tried to slam up to meet His
thrusts but a sharp slap to the top of her cunt stopped that. "Don't move,
whore. No one told you to move." He fucked her cunt with four of His fingers
and the pain of the nipple clamps turned into something else, an intense
sensation, still, but intensely pleasurable... She willed herself to hold still
as He fucked her open wet cunt, god, she was so wet and she needed to cummmm,
god she needed to cumm so badly... Then she felt it-three more thrusts and she
was going to cum for sure. Her moans became louder and her muscles tensed in
anticipation of orgasm... and then He stopped. She moaned in despair. Then He
was by her side, helping her up, only to tell her to lay on the bed, legs
spread wide. She lay there, pussy aching and empty, and then she felt the cold
smooth gun barrel pressed to her lips. She opened her mouth and slowly took it
inside, sucking on the smooth metal, using her tongue. Suddenly He slapped her
face hard. "Look at me, bitch. I want to see your fear and your humiliation and
your longing to be fucked. Because that's what you want, isnt it... to be
fucked?" He pushed the gun deeper down her throat until she was starting to
choke on it. Obediently she kept her wide eyes on his.

"Yesssss" he hissed, "that's a good little girl, take it, suck it, you know you
love it, suck it like its my cock, fuckbitch". His words inflaming her desire,
she was sucking even harder when the gun was suddenly pulled from her mouth.
She panted softly and watched him as he moved around behind her. Then the now
warmed metal touching her pink pussy lips. That dread and desire clouding her
head, and over it all, naked primal need, so that after only a few moments of
the gun sliding back and forth between her wet outer lips, making wet obscene
slurping noises... she managed to utter one word, one word that had all her
pent up desire and longing in it.

"Pleeeeaaaaaaaaaase."

He RAMMED the gun in her, oh god, inside her, and her mind and her body crying
out yes, YES as she fucked her hips up to meet his thrusts and this time he let
her and her thoughts a stream of consciousness: yes yes yes the gun oh fuck me
with it fuck me with the gun the gun in my CUNT oh my cunt my wet cunt fuck me
fuck me fuck me hurt my cunt oh fuck rape me PLEASE ..Rape me rape me ...she
must have said some of this out loud because she heard him say "you want to be
raped?" and she had only a few seconds to feel the delicious fear his words
caused before the gun was slammed into her so hard, ramming her cervix, hurting
her and oh yes more, god, pleaaaase more don't stop ...fuck me ... fuck me with
the gun... Faster and faster he rammed the weapon into her wet hole until he
could tell from her change in breathing she was going to cum...now it was
time.. Still fucking her with the gun, he grabbed the corner of his ski mask
with His free hand. Her eyes were closed as he pounded her cunt. Do you want to
cum, whore? You want to cum all over the gun that's buried in that sloppy wet
cunt of yours?"

"Yes," she moaned... "Pleaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaase" her eyes still closed...

Wolf took off the ski mask, and bent down so his face was inches from hers. He
grabbed a handful of her hair, hard, fucked the gun into her deeply, and
growled "then cum for your Master, bitch. CUM HARD".
Her eyes opened in surprise and as soon as they did he thrust the gun inside
her hard enough to hurt her, to bruise her insides, and she saw His face and
felt the gun raping her and she screamed her orgasm, letting go giving herself
to Him, her Master, His thrusts continuing, pounding her insides, not relenting
even as she moaned "oh Master please stop it hurts pleaaase," He kept fucking
her with the gun and her moans came faster and shorter and she came again,
screaming His name, and still He didn't stop, her body shaking and drenched in
sweat and He growled in her ear "Cum again, bitch. Cum for Your Master again"
and His words and His voice did it, sent her over the edge and He got on top of
her for this last one to feel her body shake with wave after wave of
orgasm.....

She awoke a half hour later to find Wolf lying next to her in the bed. He had
one hand laying casually on her stomach, and He had turned on one soft light on
the nightstand. She opened her eyes and looked at Him, and smiled, and He
turned to her caressed her face softly. "Are you up for a bath, pet?" She
sighed with pleasure-nothing sounded better to her right then. "Yes, Master,
i'd love one."

"Its ready for you, little one. I'll be waiting for you out here." Her eyes
widened.

"You mean You're staying Master?" she asked softly. Usually He could only stay
for a little while after they played.

"Yes, I'm staying all night tonight. And don't get too sleepy in there. You
didn't think we were done, did You?" and with a twinkle in His eye, He glanced
down at the bulge in front of His pants. She giggled in return.

"No Master, I didn't think we were done," she said with a smile. S he padded
into the bathroom, stripped, and sank into the bubbly almond scented water,
bruised, sore... and utterly content.

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