****** The Taking by Rage ******
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The Taking

She knelt before him. Ash blond hair falling over her right eye, as her head
was slightly lowered. Long legs folded under her, her knees spread wide, the
soft pink flesh of her sex showing to him. Her stomach in as she arched her
back, large, heavy breasts thrust forwards and up for his touch, his use of
them. Her chin was up but not as far as usual and her eyes were lowered. Long
fingered shapely hands were on her thighs with the palms facing the ceiling.
She waited for him as he sat in the shadows.

"How do you feel, rage?" His voice came from the shadows and startled her.

How she wanted to move, her body was aching from spending so much time in this
position. The air was cool and seemed to dance over her exposed sex. Her clit
was throbbing in need and anticipation. The aching had spread to her breasts
which seemed to throb with every heartbeat. She closed her eyes and could feel
her need washing over her in waves.

Her voice was soft, ragged, husky with her desire. "I am hot, Master. I ache
with need."

She heard him stand and a shiver raced down her spine. The soft clack of his
boot heels were loud in the room. Keeping her eyes closed, she felt him draw
close and felt his breath on her cheek. Nearly jumping, when his hand cupped
her sex and his thumb flicked her aching clit.

"And here, pet? How do you feel here?" He asked softly, his deep voice rumbling
over her.

"Wet, Master, and hot. My clit is throbbing and so hard. It aches for your
touch," she answered slowly, biting back the moan that came to her lips.

His hands moved higher and cupped her breasts the fingers pinching and twisting
the hardened nipples. She squeezed her eyes shut and bit her lip harder, trying
not to move. Every heartbeat bringing stronger arousal.

"And here, dear rage?"

"Hard, hurting, needing. Please Master!" She swallowed the desperate scream so
that it came out as a soft plea.

"What do you want, rage?" He demanded as he stood and walked away from her
again.

It took her a moment to control the sensations his touch had created. Her skin
felt like it was on fire, her sex was burning with need. She tried to calm her
breathing, and her heart, but was a hopeless task. She heard his question and
knew how she would answer, hoping he wouldn't be disgusted with her.

"Whatever you want, Master. I am your slave, your slut. I am yours to use.
Please use me, Master." She was so close to begging him, wanting and needing
him to use her and show her that she was his in any, and every way he wanted.

His laughter startled her and she opened her eyes. The sky blue color darkened
with her need. "Oh, I plan on using you, rage. When I am ready and not before.
Now come to me."

She bit her lip again and closed her eyes, for a moment. willing her heart to
calm. His commands always made it lurch in her chest. She stood and moved to
him each slow step an agony for her. He was standing at chair, and he ordered
her to sit down.

Sitting in the chair carefully, waited as he tied her ankles to the legs of it
and then her knees and thighs. Opening her sex completely, to him. He ordered
her to put her hands behind her and when she did she felt the soft leather
lined handcuffs close around her wrists, locking them in place.

"First quiet, " He whispered as he moved in front of her again. She opened her
eyes to see the ball gag in his hand. "Open your mouth, rage. "

Knowing it was better to obey him at this point than to try and fight him she
opened her mouth and felt the ball slip into her mouth, then fill it, forcing
her jaw wide as he released it. Strapping it and buckling it onto her he stood
back and smiled.

"Very good, rage," He walked away again and she watched him pick up the
blindfold. Her heart was thudding in her chest. Her hands clenching in the
cuffs behind her back. He knew she liked to see what he was doing. Why was he
even thinking of the blindfold? She had never made it a limit between them but
he always seemed to accept her needs of watching him. "Second is darkness," He
stepped over to her and put the blindfold over her eyes. She shook her head
trying to convey that she didn't want it. but he seemed to be ignoring her. She
sighed a bit and waited, deciding that she could handle this.

"Last is silence," She felt the ear plug slide into her ear and tried to
struggle pulling her head away from him. He just grabbed her chin and held her
head still as he slipped the ear plug in and then did the same on the other
side. Tears came to her eyes as she sat in the Darkness and silence he imposed
on her. Wondering if this was another test of her strength.

She could feel him as he moved. her senses seeming to reach out and feel him as
he moved around the room. Still it startled her when she felt the coldness of
metal stroke her nipple. She felt him grab and pinch the hard bud and then
screeched as it closed around her nipple, screaming again as he placed another
on the other side. Her screams were muffled by the gag and they came out as
moans, her back arched slightly in the chair as she felt the throbbing in her
breasts beat as hard as her heart.

She felt him draw away again, and she tried to calm down her nipples throbbing
as she waited for him. Suddenly she felt something slide across her clit. a
familiar feel of the vibrations and she knew what the object was. She screeched
again as he slid the vibrator inside of her. He had turned it on the highest
setting. His hands were caressing her throat and she knew that it was his
silent order for her not to come unless he allowed. Tears stung her eyes as she
squirmed in the chair.

He moved over to his chair to watch her. Knowing that she was already aroused
from earlier, he smiled as he wondered if she would fail this test now. He had
never seen such as she. Such grace and a strength almost unmatched by the other
submissives he had been with. She held herself with pride and dignity, yet gave
herself to him so completely. Honest and open with him all the time. Trusting
him completely.

Since he had seen her as a sub he wasn't about to let her go back to being the
Domme he had known. That wasn't her. As Domme he had seen only pain hiding
inside her. Her strength never really showing through. She was more dead than
alive. Now weeks later after he had first shown her the path to her true self
he saw her live again. She was so much happier than she had been. Laughing with
freedom and joy. No forced laughs, no forced smile. She was showing true
emotions now.

Watching her he smiled. Her back was arching and her head had fallen back over
the back of the chair. A fine sheen of sweat covered her body as her large
breasts thrust into the air. If he hadn't tied her to the chair, she would have
been out of it like a shot.

He could hear her moaning and whimpering behind the gag, lost in her arousal.
his cock was hard from watching her. Knowing she would be begging him if she
could, knowing the moans and whimpers were close to screams. He knew her well
enough to know that she wouldn't give in too soon, but fight it as long as she
could. She helped to drive herself deeper into her need, by fighting, and her
orgasms always were spectacular.

He thought back to when he first took her in the chat room, and the name she
had taken, rage. Such an angry name. But now he saw why she kept it. She was
rage. The rage of passion, the rage of arousal. He saw her rage into a new life
as a submissive. Now he liked the name. Now he could call her that and feel it
meant something good. She was his rage now, and he meant to keep her.

Standing he walked over to her. Noticing every detail, how the clamps pressed
her nipples in their jaws. How her sex seeped its honey, how swollen her clit
and sex was. How her chest rose and fell with each ragged breath. He knew it
was time when the moans changed. The sound higher pitched, and longer. He
slipped the vibrator from her and flicked her clit with his finger. He listened
to her scream behind the gag and smiled. She was ready now.

She couldn't stop herself. She tried to fight the building need and couldn't.
Her sex was throbbing and clenching around the vibrator. Her nipples aching and
begging to be released from the clamps. If her jaw had been free she would have
drawn blood from biting her lip, instead all she could do was moan and whimper
as her lust and need slammed into her. Knowing that she was lost, when all she
could do was scream hoping that would keep her from coming.

When she felt the vibrator slide out of her and the finger touch and flick her
aching clit she desperately fought the waves of need that almost made her come.
She hadn't felt him approach, and she still couldn't tell where he was. She
could only concentrate on the need and burning of her body. She screamed when
he removed the clamps. The blood rushing back into her nipples. She felt
herself get light headed and fought against the need to come NOW.

When he untied her and removed the gag she worked her jaw. biting her lip as
she tried to calm her lust. She needed to be released, not knowing how much
longer she could fight it or want to fight it. He removed the earplugs and
whispered. "Very good, rage. You have pleased me so far." He helped her to
stand, and then kneel. He put his hand on her neck and shoved her face to the
ground. She wanted him to remove the blindfold but it didn't look like that
would happen. She laid her cheek on the wooden floor and moaned harshly as his
hands forced her knees apart.

She knew he was staring at her sex. She always felt so open this way. Her hands
cuffed behind her as he stared at her. She began to shake as he ran a finger
through her heated, wet sex and over her tightest entrance. He had never used
her there before. Oh he had used vibrators and dildos there but she had yet to
feel his length slide into her there.

"Relax, rage," he urged her as she felt something cool and slick on her tiny
star.

"Master, please..." she pleaded, unsure if she was begging him to take her
there or not.

"Relax, pet, I will take you in any way I want."

She nearly screamed as his finger pressed against her and pressed in to her.
Her need to come so great. She bit her lip again and gasped as it pressed
deeper and deeper lubricating her well. Then it was gone. Relaxing, she closed
her eyes behind the blindfold and felt the beating of her heat, the burning
throbbing ache of her breasts and sex. Then suddenly she felt the tip of his
cock press against her ass.

"MASTER!!!" She screamed as he thrust into her, burying himself to the hilt in
one stroke. Filling her completely, She felt as if he had ripped her open and
tears came to her eyes. His hands came around and cupped her breasts his
fingers pulling at her sore nipples. Slowly he drew out almost his complete
length before thrusting hard into her.

"What do you want, slave? Do you like this? Like my cock in your tight ass.
Want more?" he demanded as he began to thrust in a rhythm. His balls slapping
on her clit. She cried out as her heart lurched and her clit throbbed, her
breasts aching with his touch. Her brain seemed to fog over as the pain from
his first thrust into her ass became pleasure feeding the fire of her core.

"Y...yes, Master...please.. " she screamed as he thrust in a dizzying rhythm.

"Want to come, my pretty slut?"

"Gods... Yes, Master, please!" she screamed again as his hand moved to her clit
and pinched it.

"Then come, rage. Come NOW!"

She exploded with his command her body almost coming off the floor as her back
arched down taking him into the hilt. She felt him flood her as his howl swept
over her as they dived off the edge together. Her body shook with the force of
her release as she jerked and writhed under him. Finally spent, they fell
together, him landing on top of her back, still buried deep inside her ass.

"You have been taken, rage. You are mine now." he told her fiercely.

She could barely nod, knowing that he was right. He owned her. He had taken
her. She was his.

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