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The room was as dark as a black hole as Sherri, the kidnapper’s most recent victim, woke up in a place and had no idea how she had gotten there when all she could remember was dancing in that hot and overcrowded new club down on Haven Street with the mysterious man who was dressed in clothing straight out of the nineteen twenties, fedora and all, and had the most gentle look about him with his milk chocolate brown hair combed perfectly in place above a smooth and kind face that seemed to have withstood a world of pain yet was untouched by the wrinkles of time and weariness, and his eyes, oh his eyes were like staring into a clear blue lake at sunrise when the water reflects the most magnificent color yet  you can still see straight to the bottom to all the life within, and Sherri could see straight into this handsome stranger’s soul as she gazed unblinkingly into the calm waters of his wonderful and gentle eyes set into that smooth and seemingly harmless face.

Sherri tries to sit up, hoping to find a way out of the darkness only to discover that her hands and feet are bound firmly to the hard surface upon which she is laying.  She opens her mouth to scream, but her cry is muffled by the gag firmly in place between her lips.  She struggles fruitlessly against her bonds, crying mutely through her gag, tears spilling down her face and moistening her silky auburn hair that lays flowing about her head.  Her eyes pierce the darkness looking all around trying to find some light, something that might tell her where she is or how she got there.

In the distance she is able to hear what sounds like clanging followed by footsteps that get closer and closer.  Fear consumes her body and she lays rigid listening with all her might as the sounds get louder and she hears the distinct shuffling of feet along with the faint sound of something else she can’t quite determine; possibly the sound of something heavy being dragged behind whoever was coming towards this black room where she lay bound and gagged, completely helpless. 

There is a loud bang and a blinding light, and Sherri turns her head shutting her eyes against the pain of it.  She hears someone enter the room and drop what sounds like several items onto the floor.  As her eyelids burn from the sudden brightness after staring into darkness for who knows how long, she begins to adjust to the light and opens her eyes to see the distinct shape of a man near the wall of this vast chamber that she can now see clearly.  It is a round room completely made of stone, walls, floor, and ceiling.  There is bright light coming from the lit corridor outside the room as well as from a richly ornate chandelier hanging directly above her.  She looks around and sees that she is bound to a stone alter in the middle of the room.  There is nothing on the walls and no windows as if created as a dungeon, and no distinct markings or decorations to give her any idea of where she might be.

Suddenly the man is above her, looking down with a wicked grin on his face.

“Ah, you are awake, my dear.  Such a pretty thing.  We shall have much fun together.”

Sherri recognizes the face of the handsome man she had been dancing with at the club last night?  Or has it been longer?  She has no idea how long she has been unconscious in this damp dungeon, and she looks into his face.  Somehow his eyes, his voice, calm her fear, and she relaxes in her bonds thinking This man will not hurt me.  I am safe here.  I must give in to him.

The man walks away again and returns with a white cloth soaked in some red liquid.

“You must be thirsty, my darling.  Have some wine.”

He pulls down the gag from her mouth and squeezes the white cloth over her lips.  It tastes sweet, and she drinks it happily, thankful for the liquid calming her thirst.

“That’s a very good girl.  Now, do I need to replace your gag, or will you be a good quiet girl?”

Sherri looks at him without a word, showing her assent to behave with her eyes, and he walks away again without replacing the gag.  She follows him with her eyes, wondering what it is he’s doing as he bends over something on the floor, working his hands quickly over something.  This time he returns with what looks like a handle with several leather pieces of material hanging from it.  He walks closer and stops beside her next to the altar.  He lifts the object in his hand and gently slides the leather material down her neck, over her breasts, down her stomach to her right thigh, all the way down her leg to her foot and back up the other leg before moving it between her thighs in her most intimate of places.  All the while he is staring into her eyes, and she is staring back only vaguely aware of the fact that she has been without a stitch of clothing this entire time.

Suddenly and without warning, he draws the flogger up and smacks it hard against her naked flesh.  She cries out more in shock than in pain as he raises his hand and smacks her again in a different place.  He continues over and over bringing the flogger down hard upon her skin, and with each strike of leather upon her flesh she lets out a small shriek, not quite loud enough for him to gag her, but giving him immense pleasure.

He looks fondly at the red tint her skin has taken as he continues to bring the flogger down upon her naked body.  After a few more swings he stops and looks into her face.  He sees a mixed look of pain and pleasure there, and reaches down to run his cold fingers over her freshly warmed skin.

Sherri shivers at the touch of his cold fingers, wondering how anyone could be so cold, but relishing in his touch at the same time.  She feels him gently moving down her body, over her breasts across her erect nipples and down to her stomach and thighs where most of the blows had been concentrated.  She gasps as he runs his fingers over the welts that have arisen on her skin, unsure if it is a good or bad feeling.  Suddenly he moves his fingers down further, between her legs that are bound apart by her ankles, and he runs his cold index finger over the very heat of her discovering the moistness there.

He moves away again taking the flogger with him, and returns with a small silver dagger.  Sherri feels fear deep in her core as she sees the knife, but on the surface there is nothing but curiosity and desire.  She wants this man, and she wants to do whatever she can to please him.  She’s not sure where this desire has come from, but as she stares into his eyes, even as he runs the smooth edge of the blade gently down her arm to her wrist, she knows that she wants him and will do anything he asks of her if it means she can have him.

There is a sharp pain in Sherri’s wrist, and she cries out as she feels warm liquid trickle down onto the altar next to her.  She looks at her wrist and sees a very small cut where he has pierced her with the dagger.  As she watches his face, she sees sharp fangs descend from his teeth and past his lower lip.  He breaks her gaze only long enough to move down to his knees and bring his mouth to the freshly spilled blood that is still oozing from the small cut.  He regains focus on her eyes as be places his open mouth upon the cut and begins to suck blood from her wound.  Sherri feels a sharp pain as the blood begins to flow more freely, then almost a feeling of pleasure as this man drinks down gulp after gulp of her fresh blood, never moving his gaze from her face, never breaking eye contact. 

As swiftly as he began, he finishes and removes a cloth bandage from his trouser pocket, tying it tightly around the wound on Sherri’s wrist. 

“You really are quite a good girl, and taste so sweet my darling.  I believe I’ll have to keep you around for quite some time.”

Then with a movement faster than Sherri can follow, he is at the foot of the altar, standing completely naked, showing his magnificent form with hard, flat abs, strong, muscular arms, and his organ pulsing hard in front of him, ready to take her in the last way possible.  He moves up onto the altar and lays he head against her warm, heaving bosom.  Sherri’s heart is racing as she sees the magnificent beauty of this man, feels his cool touch against her skin, ready and waiting to give herself to him in any way he pleases.

With a swift movement, he is inside of her, thrusting hard and making her feel like her body will come apart around him.  He takes her, marks her as his, as he continues thrusting his manhood inside of her soft, tight pleasure place.  Swiftly, much quicker than he had intended, he explodes inside her and collapses on top of her.  He is not fatigued as a normal human man would be, but his body feels somewhat weakened with his release in a way he has never known.  As much power as he has over Sherri, she has somehow taken that much power from him as well.  She doesn’t move, says nothing, makes no sound but her heavy breathing as he lays on top of her, still inside her, making only small crooning noises.

Sherri has never experienced anything quite like what has taken place in this room, and she is now forever changed because of it.  She looks at this man, his head resting on her breasts, and knows that she is his until the day she dies, the day he takes her life, and she will serve him as an obedient slave doing whatever he may command.  She is utterly and completely his, and nothing in her, not even the small spot of fear deep within, feels that belonging to him could ever be wrong.

To be continued…

She woke up with a splitting headache.  She began to roll over and realized that she was on a bed.  Everything seemed hazy, and she couldn’t figure out where she was.  As she opened her eyes, she saw the face of a man she had never seen before.  Suddenly the pain in her head doubled, and she reached up her hand to clutch where the pain seemed to be the worst.  As her hand touched her head, she felt something wet and sticky, and when she examined the cause, she found that it was blood.

“W-what happened?”

“Miss Fairen?  My name is Luke Engle.  You have been involved in an incident.  Mr. Rice is trying to take care of the situation.  Do you remember what happened?”

Her head was reeling.  She hardly remembered who Mr. Rice was.  He had called her for an interview at LittletonHigh School.  She remembered that.  Slowly, the last several months came back to her.

It was near the end of the first quarter, and things had been going well in her classes.  As a first-year teacher, she was always trying to prove herself, and she worked long hours planning lessons and grading papers.  She enjoyed her students, and was known to be tough but fair.

One day in her favorite class, a young man by the name of Trey asked her, “Miss Fairen, would you hang out with me outside of school?”

She was completely taken aback by this but responded, “No, Trey, that would be highly inappropriate.”

A few days later Trey asked, “Miss Fairen, if I had a flying horse, would you come hang out with me?”

She laughed at the idea of her student ever owning a flying horse and said,” Trey, if you had a flying horse, I might actually hang out with you.”  She knew he would never actually obtain such a creature and figured this response couldn’t hurt anything.

It didn’t take long before Trey started with new questions.  “Miss Fairen, my parents are going to be out of town on Wednesday.  I have to take a friend home that night, but would you want to come over around nine?”

She laughed and said, “Now, Trey, you know that is never going to happen.”

Trey just laughed along with her and didn’t say anything else.  Two days later the class was working on the computers in the library when Trey asked, “Miss Fairen, do you like apricots?” 

“No, actually I don’t.”

“What about oranges, do you like oranges?”

“I do like oranges.”

“Okay, I’ll make sure I get some oranges for tonight.  Now I have to take my friend home tonight, but I should be back by nine, so you can come over about then.”

“Trey, you know I’m never going to come over to your house.”

“You mean you’re breaking our date?”

“I can’t break a date that I never agreed to, Trey.”

After this silly exchange, Trey shouted to the whole class, and consequently everyone in the library, “How many of you heard Miss Fairen agree to go out with me?”

To her astonishment and horror, about half of the class raised their hands and shouted that they had heard her agree to date this student.  Very loudly, so that the entire library could hear her, she told Trey, “You know I would never agree to that, Trey.  Now, get back to work.”

The next day in class, Trey said to her, “Miss Fairen, I waited up until midnight for you last night, but you never showed up!”

She was getting a little sick of this joke now, as she was afraid that someone who had been in the library might go to the administration and say that she was dating a student.  “I never agreed to come over, Trey, and you know that I wouldn’t do that.  It would be very inappropriate.  Besides, I go to bed at nine, so there is no way that I would have shown up.”

Later during the class period, someone brought up the local haunted house that the Drama Club (which she was the sponsor of) was supposed to be going to the following week.  Craig, the Drama Club president, was in this class, so she asked if he had figured out which day the club was supposed to be going.  Trey heard her ask this question and very loudly stated, “You mean you’ll go out with him, but you won’t go out with me?”

She simply responded that she wasn’t going out with any students and that Craig was helping plan an activity for the Drama Club. 

The next day, Trey said, “Miss Fairen, I know that I’m eventually going to get you to agree to go out with me.”

“Keep dreaming, Trey,” was all that she replied, but Trey responded, “Oh, I will.”

For the next week, Trey kept at it by asking if he could take her to different restaurants or movies.  She always told him no, that it was inappropriate, and that it would never happen.  On one of these occasions, Trey said, “You are giving everyone the wrong impression, Miss Fairen.  They are all hearing you say no, but to me you are screaming, ‘YES!’”

She couldn’t help but laugh, but she also realized that the entire class took this comment the way all teenagers would.  She was mortified that now students might go around saying not only was Trey trying to get her to date him, but he was talking about sleeping with her!

She continued to respond to the situation in the same way.  That week, the school held parent/teacher conferences.  When Trey’s parents came in, she discussed the situation with them. 

“Trey is your son?  He has been trying to date me.”

She was shocked by the response his parents gave her.  “Not until he graduates, please.”  What kind of parent would condone his behavior and accept that their child’s teacher might date him after he graduates high school?”  She wasn’t happy with this reaction, so she explained a little more of what was going on in the class. 

The next day, Trey came in and told her that his parents came home and told him to stop asking her out.  She said, “Well, they have a point.”

“I’m not going to stop until you agree.”

She ignored him this time and got started with the class.  She was beginning to worry that things were going way too far, and she feared that this could end up with negative consequences.  Still, she liked Trey as a student, and she didn’t want to get him into any trouble.  As long as things stayed light-hearted and without any substance, she didn’t know if the joke, though it was getting old, could cause any real harm.

Thursday that week was a half day, and she went out to lunch with a fellow teacher to a local restaurant.  When they walked in, she saw a group of her students having lunch.  She waved hello and chose a table as far from them as possible.  After all, this was her personal time, and she didn’t want to be bothered by her students.  About ten minutes later, Trey walked in the door and headed straight for her table.  She wasn’t very happy about this.

“Hi, Miss Fairen.  I got a tip that you were here.  Have you changed your mind yet?”

“No, Trey.”

“Are you ever going to change your mind?”

“No.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.  Now you should go talk to your friends and let me eat my lunch.”

She assumed that Trey was on his way to eat lunch with the group she had first seen in the restaurant.  He got up and walked over to their table, and she sighed with relief.  Then she explained to Miss Tersley what had been going on with Trey.  Miss Tersley, who was the same age as her, said that she had a couple of students doing the same thing in her classes, but it hadn’t gotten quite as bad as her situation. 

Less than two minutes after he had walked away, Trey said goodbye to her and headed out the door.  It was like a rock had dropped into the pit of her stomach.  She had assumed wrong.  Trey really had only shown up because she was there.  She knew that he had crossed a line, and she was worried about how she was going to handle this situation in class next week.  The jokes had to stop now.  There was no question in her mind that Trey had finally taken things too far.

That night, she went to the grocery store to get that month’s food.  As she was checking out, Trey showed up in the next lane over.  He kind of smiled and said hello, but he didn’t say anything else.  She was grateful that he hadn’t tried to carry his joke into another public place that day, and she hoped that her response at the restaurant may have been enough to get him to realize that the joke was no longer funny. 

The next day was the Drama Club trip to Butcher’s Hollow.  Only two of the drama students ended up being able to make it, but they joined with the band and had a nice sized group.  They headed out on the bus, and she had a wonderful time talking with the two band directors and several of the students she had in class.  They arrived at the haunted house and got in line to buy tickets.  She wasn’t planning to go into the haunted house, so she stood to the side of the line as her students move through.  As she glanced down the line, she did a double take.  At the end was Trey.  He saw her look over at him and said hello. 

“I can’t go anywhere anymore without seeing you, can I?”

“I heard the Drama Club was going to be here tonight, so I knew I’d see you, and yesterday Derek called me to tell me where you were eating lunch.” 

“I know Derek called you, and I’ve already yelled at him for it.  Now, who told you I was at the store last night?”

“Oh, that was just luck.”

She rolled her eyes and turned away.  She sat by the camp fire outside the haunted house waiting for all of the students to go through.  Trey stood with a group of students about ten feet from the fire, but he maintained a position where he was able to look over at her regularly.  She decided to ignore him and spent the evening talking with the other adults who went on the trip.  She was relieved at the end of the night when Trey got in his own car and left without having spoken to her since he was in line.  She went home that night hoping that he finally got the hint, and she wouldn’t have to talk to him about his inappropriate behavior after all.

She didn’t think about Trey for the rest of the weekend.  She spent time playing with her sister’s little girls and grading papers, and she didn’t even give a thought to what had happened in the last two days. 

When Monday came, she was well-rested and feeling happy.  She was in a wonderful mood until fourth hour when Trey announced to the entire class that he’d had lunch with her on Thursday, gone shopping with her that night, and that they’d gone to the haunted house together on Friday.  She was beside herself.  It was time to have the dreaded talk with Trey, expressing that he was no longer funny and needed to knock off these ridiculous comments.

She let the class leave early for lunch like she usually did, but she asked Trey to stay behind.

“Trey, I really need for you to knock off all of the jokes about dating me.  I’ll admit that even I thought it was funny in the beginning, but on Thursday when you showed up while I was having lunch and started going on about it again, you crossed a line.  If anyone were to take you seriously, it could cost me my job.  Not only that, but seeking me out in public is an invasion of my personal space, and it was not ok.  Please just stop joking about it and making comments.  I don’t want you to think you are in trouble, and I’m not angry with you, but you have gotten to a point where it is borderline harassment, and I really don’t want to get the administration involved.”

“Okay.  Can I go now?” was all he said.

Trey had looked very hurt and upset, but she knew that he was a resilient kid and would get over it soon enough.  She ate lunch in her classroom like she usually did, and she became busy grading papers.  She only paused when the janitors came in to sweep the room, and she talked to them like she usually did.  Then she got back to work.

She hadn’t heard someone come in until the door shut.  She looked up, and Trey was standing there.  He didn’t look upset as he did earlier, but there was a fire in his eyes that she had never seen before.

“Can I help you with something, Trey?”

“Yeah.  I’m not happy about what you said earlier.  I haven’t been joking, Miss Fairen.  I really do want to go out with you, and I know you want to date me, too.  You just won’t admit it because you are too worried about your job!”

She got up from her desk and walked toward Trey.  “Trey, I was serious in what I said, and I really don’t want to hurt your feelings, but I’m not interested in dating you or any other student.  This is inappropriate.  I’m sorry if I have done anything to give you the wrong impression, but all I’ve ever told you is no, as I am doing now.  You need to get to class.  I won’t discuss this further.”

As she turned to go back to her desk, Trey grabbed her arm.  “You aren’t going to deny me that easily, Miss Fairen.  You can’t lie to me anymore.  I know you want me, and I’ll prove it!”

Trey pulled her to him and tried to kiss her.  She turned her head and tried to push him away.  He grasped her other hand and slammed her against the chalkboard.  Grabbing both of her wrists with one hand, he clutched her jaw with the other.  He turned her face to him and kissed her mouth harshly.  She couldn’t move, couldn’t do anything but let it happen.  He kissed her long and hard, assaulting her with his tongue.  He was much bigger than her, and she was completely incapable of pushing him away.  He held her there, then as he continued to kiss her, let go of her face and moved his hand down to her breast, squeezing it roughly, groping her.  She was helpless against him, and while she struggled to break free, he was simply too strong for her to go anywhere. 

He pulled her shirt and bra up freeing her breasts and then reached his hand down away from her.  He withdrew a pocket knife and opened it, pressing it against her neck.  He broke the kiss and stared at her hard, that fire still in his eyes.

“One sound, and I’ll slit your throat.  You understand?”

She nodded, tears of fear filling her eyes.  He bent down and began sucking on one of her breasts.  She was helpless against him, and she began getting wet in spite of herself.  It felt so good the way his tongue flicked over her nipples, and she was afraid of the pleasure she was feeling.  He released her hands from above her head and moved his hand down between her legs, the other hand still holding the knife at her throat.

He lifted up her skirt and slipped his hand down inside her panties down to her very essence. 

“Mmmm, so wet for me, aren’t you.  I knew you wanted me,” he whispered.

He slipped a finger inside her and started moving it in and out, making her even wetter.

“I’m going to make you come, Miss Fairen.  I’m going to make you say my name.”

He began fingering her harder, pushing deep, rubbing his palm on her clit, and she moaned in spite of herself.

“That’s a good girl.  You like that, don’t you.  Mmm, you are so tight.  I can’t wait to be inside you.”

With that he withdrew his hand and spun her around, keeping the knife at her throat.  He walked her over to her desk and bent her over, holding her face there so she couldn’t move.  She heard the zipper of his pants, and feared what would happen next.  She felt him pull down her panties and pull her skirt up over her ass.

“Mmm, such a lovely, smooth ass.”

He smacked it hard, leaving his hand print behind, and she whimpered quietly.  He smacked her again on the other cheek then pushed her legs apart a little with his feet.  She felt him pressing himself against her, running his erection over her most intimate area.  Suddenly and without warning, he shoved into her hard, deep, as far as he could.  She gasped and whimpered again, feeling him fill her.  Then he started moving, hard fast, deep.  Taking all of her.  In and out, taking her body, making her his, and she was helpless to stop him.  He fucked her harder and harder, grabbing her hip for leverage. 

He reached down and began rubbing her clit as he pounded her, his other hand still holding her face against the desk. 

“Come for me, bitch!” he half shouted at her.  “Come for me now, and don’t make me tell you twice.”

In spite of herself, unable to hold back, she came hard, feeling her juices run down her legs, feeling his cock still pounding into her hard and fast against her spasming muscles. 

“Say my name, bitch!”

“Oh Trey!” she cried out, unable to stop herself, not knowing where she was or what was happening, knowing only the best orgasm of her life.

At the sound of his name, he came hard inside her, releasing his hot load, and pushed deep not moving, holding her against him.

As soon as he was done coming, he released her, zipped up his pants and turned to walk away.  She was ready to scream.  She was crying, though didn’t know when.  She let out a loud cry, and he walked back over to her, punching her temple, and she fell into blackness, waking later on a bed in the nurse’s office, and beside herself as this man she didn’t know asked her again if she remembered what happened.

It’s dark.  It’s silent.  It’s cold.  I don’t know what’s going on.  I don’t know where I am.  I can’t move; my body feels heavy.  My head is pounding, the pain unbearable.  There is a musty scent in the air, and something unfamiliar.  I’m listening hard, though the pain in my head makes that difficult, for any noise, anything that might tell me where I am. I try to move, to open my eyes, but my eyes are open and it’s still black.  I cannot move my arms or legs.  I realize I must be blindfolded, and more terrifying, that I must be tied down.  I wiggle just a little and feel cloth beneath me.  I surmise that I must be on a bed, and worse, that I’m completely naked.

I think of screaming, I try to make a noise, but I’m gagged.  I try to move my mouth, but it is being held open by what feels like a ball tied to some kind of strap around my head.   “Oh God, what is this place!” I think.  “Who brought me here?  What do they want with me?”

I hear footsteps, the squeaky turn of a door handle, and the sound of someone entering the room.  I freeze in terror.  Who is this person, what do they want with me?  I hear some shuffling to my right, and I wonder if this is a man or woman, what he or she is doing.  There are no words spoken, no acknowledgement of my existence within this room, and yet, I feel as though I’m being watched.

I listen carefully to my captor move about around the room, and from the heavy footsteps and loud breathing, I determine that it’s a man.  Just as I start to think maybe he is going to leave without noticing me, I feel a warm hand on my ankle, sliding up my leg.  I feel the bed sink near my feet with his weight as he climbs onto the bed. 

“You have been a very bad girl,” I hear him say in a deep voice, a voice I recognize but can’t place.  “You are going to be punished.”

I feel something smooth and cold, almost like leather, move up my other leg all the way to my exposed pussy.  I’m terrified.  I don’t know what this man will do to me, what he wants from me, but I’m pretty certain I’m not going to walk out of this room without feeling pain.

He adjusts on the bed, and I wonder what he is going to do when suddenly I feel the slap of the leather against my thigh.  I cry out, but my gag keeps me from making much noise.  I am smacked again, this time across one of my breasts.  I want to cry, but I don’t.  He continues slapping me with the leather thing up and down my legs, across my stomach, over my breasts, and then he hits my pussy.  It is agony and I feel the tears stream down the sides of my face.  I wince with every blow, and he’s only concentrating on my pussy now.  I don’t think I can take much more when there is a new sensation.  As he hits my pussy, I feel it against my clit, and suddenly I’m getting wet.  This torture is causing me to be aroused!  He hits my clit again, and again, and again.  I feel a warmth slide down my ass as my juices really get flowing. 

“That’s a good girl, taking your punishment as you deserve.”  He reaches down and runs a finger over my now very sensitive pussy.  I wince as he touches my tender skin and slides his finger down into my slit.  “So wet!  I knew you would enjoy that, you little bitch.” 

I can’t move, can’t speak, can’t do anything but feel the tears run faster down my face.  He shifts on the bed again, and I’m afraid of what is next.  I feel his arms against my thighs just a second before I feel him parting my pussy lips with his warm fingers.  He gently glides a finger over my clit, and again.  Then I feel his hot breath just before he runs his tongue over the length of my pussy.  I try to move, to wiggle away, but I’m stretched tight on the bed and unable to do anything.  He runs his tongue up my pussy again and this time closes his mouth around my clit, sucking and licking.  I’m terrified, yet I can’t help but feel the pleasure as he tortures me with his mouth.

One of his hands moves from my pussy, then I feel him shove a finger deep inside me, hard.  He pumps it in and out quickly for a few strokes before adding a second finger, his mouth still glued to my clit.  He fingers me hard and fast, rubbing over my g spot, and I can’t help myself any longer.  I give in to the pleasure.  I’ve never felt anything quite this wonderful before.  No man I’ve been with has ever done this to me.  Now when I start making noise it’s in ecstasy not pain or fear.  I feel myself on the edge, my body writhing what little it can.

“Cum for me slut!  Cum now!” he growls, and I do just as he says.  I feel hot fluid spray from my pussy with the most intense orgasm I’ve ever felt.  It seems to go on and on, never ending.  I’m screaming through my gag, my body moving as much as it is allowed, and his fingers are still inside me, his tongue still on my clit as I cum. 

I finally come down from my orgasm and feel my whole body tingle.  I can’t believe how amazing that was, and suddenly I don’t care that I’m not here by choice.  I want to do that again!  I am shocked at the intensity of what I just felt.  I didn’t know orgasms could be like that, and I had no idea that fluid could shoot from my pussy that way.

I’m craving more, wanting him to make me cum again when he moves off of the bed, and I’m completely disappointed.  I hear a zipper, some more shuffling as he, I assume, takes off his clothes.  I feel his mouth on my body again moving up one of my legs, my thigh, and I wait for him to reach my pussy again, but he doesn’t.  He continues moving up my body, kissing my stomach and up to my breasts.  His body is pressed against me, and I feel his warmth as he begins to gently suck one of my nipples while his hand plays with the other.  He moves up further, kissing my neck, my cheeks.

“Are you going to be a good girl if I take this gag off of you?”  I know I’d do anything for this man, now, if he would make me cum like that again.  I nod my head, and he lifts it up to undo the strap holding the gag in place.  As he pulls the ball from my mouth, I close my lips and try to relax my jaw.  I don’t know how long I was gagged, but my jaw feels painfully sore. 

I hear him toss the gag to the floor, then his body is pressed against mine again, his breath tingling my cheek.  He runs his fingers up one of my arms and back down again, then presses his moist lips against mine.  He is gentle at first, and the kiss is light.  Then it deepens, and I feel my lips part to receive his hot tongue.  I can taste myself on his mouth, and find that it arouses me.  I’ve never tasted myself before, but I really enjoy it.

As he’s kissing me, I feel him adjust, and suddenly his erect cock is pressed against my pussy.  I find myself wanting him inside of me now.  I feel almost dirty for wanting this stranger who brought me here against my will to fuck me, but I do, I really do.

He grinds against my pussy with his erection and kisses me harder before pulling away.  “You want me to fuck you like a little slut, don’t you?”  He asks me in a playfully sinister way. 

“Yes,” I moan, finally able to speak for the first time.

“That’s yes, Sir, you little cunt,” he says as he smacks my face.  It doesn’t hurt, but it shocks me, and I feel the tears begin to flow again.

“Yes, Sir,” I respond, hoping that he won’t be angry anymore. 

“What do you want, whore?”

“I want you to fuck me.”

I feel his hand across my face once more, this time a little harder.  “Do not forget to call me Sir again, or you will feel a lot more pain than a smack across the face.  Do you understand?” 

“Yes, Sir,” I say, afraid I’ll be smacked again. 

“Now tell me again what you want.”

“I want you to fuck me, Sir.”

“Good girl.”

He moves back down, his body pressed against me once more and kisses me lightly before whispering in my ear, “You really are a good little bitch.”

I almost feel pleasure at his words.  I’m happy that he sounds pleased, but I don’t understand why.  Why do I care if this man is happy or not?  He brought me here against my will.  He has hit me, assaulted me sexually, and yet, I just want to bring him pleasure.

He pulls away from me again, and this time I feel him rubbing his hard cock up and down my pussy.  The feeling is sensational.  I can’t wait to have him inside me, and as I think this, he thrusts hard and fast as deep as he can into my pussy.  I cry out in surprise and a little pain as he stretches me open around his hard cock. 

“Scream like that again, and you’ll be wearing that gag.  Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir,” I reply almost breathless from the intensity of his cock inside my pussy. 

He begins moving slowly, the full length of his cock moving in and out of my pussy.  Suddenly he picks up the pace and is slamming his cock hard and deep inside of me.  I gasp in surprise but feel myself giving in to the sensation, loving how hard he’s fucking me.  I don’t want him to stop, not ever.  This is sex like I’ve never experienced it before, and my body is trembling from the intensity.  Then, without realizing what was about to happen, I orgasm hard around his cock with even more intensity than the last time. My body is shaking, I’m moaning loudly from the pleasure.  I feel as though this moment will never end, and I don’t want it to.

“Good girl!” He says with what sounds like pride in his voice.  I have pleased him again, and I feel overwhelmingly happy that I was able to do so.

He continues fucking me hard, fast, and deep, and I have three more insanely intense orgasms.  He finally lets out his own moan of ecstasy and starts to cum deep in my pussy.  He presses himself against my body as he cums and reaches his hands up to my head, pulling off my blindfold and stares deep into my eyes.

I know this face.  I know this man!  I’ve been flirting with him for months at work, hoping he would ask me out.  I’ve had a crush on him since the day I started there.  I can’t believe that he’s the one who has brought me here.  I smile up at him, and he grins back at me before kissing me deeply. 

He pulls out of me and begins untying my wrists, then ankles without a word spoken between us.  When my body is free, he climbs onto the bed next to me and lays on his back, a satisfied smile playing on his lips.  I roll over and snuggle against him, and we both begin to fall asleep.  Just before I drift off, I think to myself, “This may be the beginning of a lovely relationship.”

“I agree,” he says sleepily, and I realize I said the words out loud.  I snuggle closer, and he wraps his arm tight around me.  We fall asleep both feeling content.

I wake up in the morning to something pulling at my ankle.  I wearily open my eyes to see you fastening a rope around my ankle and attaching it to the bed post then begin working on the other ankle.  I look up and see that my wrists have already been secured and I’m spread on the bed unable to move.  I’m naked, though I didn’t go to sleep that way, and so are you. 

When I’m securely restrained you walk over to the dresser and pull out a leather paddle.  You come back to the bed and kneel between my spread legs.  You slowly and lightly run your fingers up and down my legs, grazing my inner thighs and stopping just before you reach my now wet pussy.  One more run up and down and you grab the paddle.  You smack it lightly in your hand a few times and warn me not to make a sound.  I nod my head in agreement knowing it is not my place to speak a word.

You begin smacking the paddle against my legs, lightly at first, then harder and harder still.  My face winces, but I make no noise.  You begin moving up my body, smacking my pussy with the paddle a few times, and I feel myself grow wetter.  You continue up hitting my stomach, then my breasts.  I take ever hit without a noise, knowing that when you are done with the paddle I will be rewarded.  You move back down, smacking lighter then harder against my bare skin. 

When my skin has turned bright red and bruises have started forming on my thighs, you toss the paddle to the floor and begin your light touch up and down my body once more.  Your touch stings against my sensitive thighs, but I still make no sound.  You run your fingers back up my legs and this time against my pussy lips.  I sigh with pleasure.  I know this is what I’ve been waiting for.  I lay still as you begin moving a finger slowly over my clit making me so wet and wanting to feel you deep inside me.  You insert one finger, then a second, slowly and deeply into my pussy, then out again.  In and out, faster and faster.  You rub your thumb over my clit as you work your fingers inside me hitting my g spot over and over.

You bend down and kiss my soft skin, moving up toward my breasts.  You gently take my nipples into your mouth, nibbling and sucking lightly, making me want to squirm with the pleasure you are invoking on my breasts and pussy.  You kiss up further still along my neck and shoulders, my cheeks, and finally my lips.  You kiss them lightly at first, then harder and deeper, passionately. 

Suddenly you stop touching me and have moved away.  I’m left wanting, waiting.  You kneel by my head, then slowly lower your raging hard cock over my face.  I gladly receive your gift into my mouth and lick and suck diligently.  You straddle my face as I suck you harder and harder, taking you deep into my throat, and you begin thrusting even deeper still, fucking my mouth slowly.  You bend forward and begin to lick my clit and soaking wet pussy as I suck your cock, letting you fuck my throat. 

When you can’t wait any longer, you move off of me and turn around again, slapping my breasts and face before thrusting hard and deep into my pussy.  I can’t help myself but to moan in pleasure, but I know that pleasure is a noise you love to hear.  You fuck me hard and fast, deeper and deeper with each thrust, and I take you in, every thrust, feeling the ecstasy of your every move.  Suddenly I climax, hard, around you and you push even harder as I tighten around your cock.  You pound hard and deep, and as I start to release, you find your own climax and cum deep inside me, not stopping until you’ve unloaded every last drop.

You roll over and begin to untie my wrists, kissing them lightly where the rope had cut into them.  You trail your fingers tenderly over my breasts and thighs as you move down to my ankles and untie and kiss them as well.  Then you collapse back on the bed as I get up to go take a shower.  I know I don’t have long before you’ll be ready for your breakfast.

I take my shower quickly, my tender skin stinging in the hot water.  Then I get out and dry off, dressing myself in your chosen lingerie for today, a tight purple and black corset with matching lace panties and slim black stilettos.  I go out to the kitchen as you doze on the bed and begin cooking you breakfast which I then bring to you in bed. 

You ready yourself for work after eating as I wash the dishes and clean up the kitchen.  You leave for work with a gentle kiss goodbye and head to your office.  I begin my daily chores, cleaning the house and preparing what I need to for tonight’s dinner.  I casually glance at the cameras around the house as I work and smile, putting on a show for you as I know you are watching me from your office. 

As I am fixing myself lunch, I receive a call from you.  This isn’t a normal part of my day, and I’m afraid I’ve done something wrong.  You tell me you want me to go to the couch after I finish eating and masturbate for you.  You say I’m your good girl and that you know I won’t cum until you call me to say I may.

I finish eating and clean my dishes, excited by this change in my routine.  I go to the livingroom and take my place on the couch.  I slide off my panties and begin to slowly rub my clit before dipping a finger inside my very wet pussy.  I finger harder and harder before adding a second finger.  Then I rub my clit with my other hand.  I’m close to bursting, wanting to cum so badly, but I know I mustn’t or I’ll be punished when you get home.  I finger hard and fast then slow and easy then pick up the pace again.  I know you are enjoying watching me, and it brings me pleasure.  I keep fingering, rubbing my clit, writhing as I hold back my orgasm.  After what seems like forever, my phone finally rings.  I answer and you tell me to ask you for what I want.  I beg you to please let me cum, and you finally tell me to let myself release.  I scream loudly as I orgasm hard and long, and I hear the pleasure in your voice when I finally finish and you tell me I am a good girl.

When I hang up the phone I slip my panties back on and go about the rest of my day as usual, happy that I was able to bring you some extra pleasure during your day.  When you come home from work, I am ready by the door, kneeling as usual, holding a tray with your favorite scotch above my head.  You take your drink, and I lower the tray.  You run your fingers through my hair and down my face lingering under my chin before you lift my face to see the smile on yours.

You have enjoyed yourself greatly today, and I am pleased and excited by your pleasure.  You go into the living room and sit down in your favorite chair, and I follow a few paces behind.  As you sit you undo your pants and lean back, closing your eyes.  I kneel before you and wait for my order, knowing not to touch you until you have told me to do so.

Finally you tell me to begin, and I reach forward and remove your cock from your pants and slowly begin to run my tongue up and down your shaft, down to your balls which I slowly take into my mouth, then back up again.  I wrap my lips around your tip and slowly graze my tongue over it and into your slit.  Then I move slowly down your shaft, taking you as deep as I can, then back up, down a little faster this time, then up again.  Each time I go a little faster, suck a little harder until I get into a steady rhythm.  You sigh with pleasure, and I know I’m doing this just the way you like.  I feel you stiffen harder and harder in my mouth, and as I feel you are about to cum, I stop as I always do and kneel back, waiting for my gift.  You stand and begin stroking your cock, pointing down toward my waiting mouth.  As you begin to cum, you thrust into my mouth, down my throat and pump your load inside me.  I swallow every drop and lick you clean.  You sink back down into your chair and take a sip of your drink before leaning your head back and closing your eyes, a smile spreading across your lips.

I get up and head to the kitchen where I finish preparing dinner.  When everything is ready and set on the table, I come back to your chair and kneel beside you, waiting.  You have heard me come in and slowly rise from your chair.  I wait for you to leave the room before rising and taking your empty glass from the side table.  I refill your drink and bring it to you where you sit at the table.  I kneel beside you and wait for your permission to join you at the table.  You tell me to sit, and I take my chair beside you.  We eat dinner with lively conversation about our days and how pleased you were with our afternoon fun.  We discuss our plans for the weekend and have other normal conversation. 

After you finish eating, you head to the living room and turn on the television as I clean up the table and wash the dishes.  I come in and you invite me to sit beside you on the couch, something that I have come to enjoy greatly in our evenings.  I lay against you with your arm around me, gently trailing down my arm and over my breasts as I glide my fingers over your thighs. 

Suddenly you stand and take my hand, pulling me off the couch.  I know what you are thinking, and I’m excited as you spin me around and bend me over supporting myself on the couch.  You yank my panties down and undo my corset freeing my breasts.  I hear you slide off your own clothes before you reach out and run your hands over my bare ass.  You massage it lightly then smack it playfully, then once more.  Then you begin to smack harder.  I feel your hand hit harder and harder with each swing, and I love the feel of it against my skin, the stinging sensation as it slaps so hard. 

You stop smacking and grab my hips hard, pulling me back against your erection.  I love the feel of you rubbing against me and smile as you slide into my tight, wet pussy.  You begin slow, taking long deep strokes, then you speed up going faster and faster.  You smile with the memory of me masturbating on this very couch after lunch and begin thrusting harder and harder.  I feel myself getting close, but I won’t let myself cum, not until you tell me.  You thrust harder and hard, and I begin to feel you get harder inside me. 

“Cum, now,” you scream as you keep thrusting.  I release around you, feeling myself tighten at the same moment that you shoot your load deep inside me.  You finish cumming and pull out of me, turning me around as I drop to my knees.  I take you into my mouth and clean both of our fluids from your still-hard cock.  When I finish, you leave me kneeling there, telling me not to move.  I hear you go into the bedroom and wonder what you are doing.

You come back several minutes later and tell me to follow you.  We go into our bathroom, and I see that you have run a hot bath.  You tell me to take off my shoes and climb into the tub, you are going to bathe me.  This is my reward for pleasing you so well this afternoon.  I get in and feel the hot water sting against my freshly spanked ass.  I sit in the water and begin to relax as you pour soap on a loofa and begin massaging my body with the sudsy sponge.  You wash my breasts, down my stomach and legs before having me lean forward so you can wash my back.  You use a cup to pour water over my soapy skin, washing away the remains with your hand.  I love your tender touch, the sensitive way you handle my body, stroke my hair.  I finish my bath and stand up, and you wrap a soft towel around me, drying my body.  I stand still as you rub the towel over every inch of me. 

You stand and look at me with love in your eyes, and this is why I know that everything I do is worth it.  Seeing that love, seeing that joy and excitement on your face, makes me feel like the happiest and luckiest woman alive.  We head to the bedroom and I put on the pink, silk nighty you have laid out for me.  We crawl into bed, and you pull me into your arms, whispering in my ear that I’m yours and you are pleased with me, that I’m your good girl and that you love me.  I fall asleep in your arms, a blissful smile on my lips.  This was a perfect day.

You are out at the park taking your dog for a walk and enjoying a nice day.  I’m there with a group of friends, and you look over and see me sitting on top of a picnic table in a tight, low cut purple shirt and jean shorts that barely cover my ass.  I look over and see you watching me, and you continue on your walk, looking away. 

You continue down the path away from the open area and toward a patch of trees where the paved path turns into a dirt trail.  You walk slower as you move through the trees, your dog smelling everything in sight, and you are trying to calm the bulge that watching me created in your shorts.  You stop while your dog takes care of business and hear something on the trail behind you.  You turn around, and I’m walking up the path.  The fact that my breasts are about to fall out of my shirt is much more obvious from this straight-forward angle, and you can see that my shorts are riding up and barely covering my intimate area. 

Your dog is sniffing around and enjoying herself, playing with bugs and leaves as you watch me come toward you.  You are just standing there staring, and I’ve got a naughty smile playing on my lips, loving the bulge I see growing in your shorts.  I reach you, and as you are about to say hello, I put my hand around your neck, pulling you forward and down, and kiss you hard on the lips, my other hand reaching forward and touching your erection, feeling it warm and growing.

I let you go and smile wider as I take a step back and pull off my shirt while you watch in shock.  My massive breasts fall free of the fabric and lightly bounce as I lift the shirt over my head and drop it to the ground.  I reach forward and grab your hand, the one not holding your dog’s leash, and place it firmly on my breast.  You begin massaging it, feeling my nipple harden as I watch your amazed face, still smiling.

 I slip the end of the leash from your hand while you are fixated on my breasts and hook it around a tree.  I grab your other hand and place it on my other breast and take a step toward you.  I run my hands over your chest, down your stomach, and slip my fingers under the hem of your shirt feeling the skin near the waistband of your shorts.  I begin slowly moving your shirt up until your arms stop me from going further.  You lift your hands from my breasts and allow me to pull your shirt over your head.  I lean forward and kiss your chest and down your stomach, dropping to my knees where I begin to unbutton your shorts and allow them to drop.  I pull your now extremely hard cock from your boxers and move my hand over it slowly while you look down at me in amazement, feeling the pleasure of my touch.

I lean forward and begin to lick your shaft from base to tip and back down again taking each of your balls in my mouth then licking all over them.  Then I move my tongue back up your shaft and aggressively take you into my mouth, taking you in all the way down my throat until I feel your balls against my chin.  I begin to bob very quickly up and down your shaft, taking you in all the way each time I go down.  Suddenly I stop and stand up.  I unbutton my pants and drop them to the ground revealing that I’m not wearing any panties and you see my shaved pussy exposed in front of you.

I pull you toward me by your hard cock and rub it fast and hard as I pull your face toward me with my other hand and kiss you hard on the lips, sucking on your tongue and making you remarkably harder in my hand.

You can’t take it anymore and spin me around to face a tree and bend me over.  You slide your hard cock up and down over my soaking wet pussy and then shove it hard inside me.  I scream out in pain and pleasure as you begin fucking me hard and fast, never slowing down, never stopping.  You fuck me harder and harder, making me scream into the woods and your dog barks at our feet, watching as you fuck me.  You get closer and closer as I cum all over you, my juices dripping down both of our legs.  Your hands are grasping my breasts hard as you fuck me, and then you move a hand and smack my ass hard.  I cry out in pleasure, and you do it again and again.  You keep pounding me as I cum over and over until you can’t take anymore. 

You pull out and spin me around, forcing me to drop to my knees and cum all over my face and breasts.  Your load is so huge it drips down my front, down my legs, to the ground.  I lean forward and take you into my mouth sucking the last bit from you and licking you completely clean.  Then I stand up, put my clothes back on, pat your dog on the head, and walk back down the trail leaving you stand there naked with your mouth hanging open in amazement at what just happened.

I walk in to your hotel. I meet you down at the bar wearing a slinky black dress with a zipper up the front. I see you sitting there and walk over. I say nothing, but I touch your hand to let you know I want you to take me upstairs.

You get up and we walk over to the elevator.  No one is around, and as soon as the elevator doors close, you push me up against the wall, pinning my arms above my head with one hand and kiss me hard, shoving your tongue in my mouth, and I suck on it and kiss you back passionately as you run your other hand up my thigh lifting the bottom of my dress as you continue kissing me.

The elevator doors open and you grab my hand and lead me quickly down the hall making me stumble on my stilettos. We get to your room, and you're so anxious it takes you a few tries to get the door unlocked. When we get into the room, you spin me around and pin me against the door kissing me hard, one of your hands moving to the zipper at the top of my dress. You begin to pull it down slowly, and when it gets far enough, my DDD breasts spring out freely as I have no bra on. You kiss down my neck, shoulders, and then my breasts sucking and nibbling on my nipples.

My dress falls to the floor and I'm wearing a strappy black leather garter belt that's holding up my stockings. You kiss down my stomach and to my panties, finding out that they are crotchless and I'm very wet. You begin to lick my clit and stick a finger inside me. I can't take it, and I cum all over you, gushing and spraying your face and soaking the carpet. I push your head away and pull you to your feet, leading you over to the bed and push you down, unbuttoning your pants and pulling out your now raging hard on and I begin licking it slowly from base to tip and back down again.

I gently take each of your balls in my mouth then lick back up your shaft again, this time running my tongue over the tip swirling it around and dipping it into your slit before wrapping my lips around you and sucking hard, just on the tip. Then I slowly begin moving down, tantalizingly slow, and taking you in deeper and deeper as far as I can, then move up just as slowly. Then back down again, a little faster this time, and back up even faster, continuing to move up and down faster each time. Then I slow down again, then speed up, then slow down. Just as you get used to one pace I change it up, and as you adjust to me sucking you hard, taking you deep, I pull off of you and being licking up and down your shaft again before I take you back in and continue sucking hard.

As you are almost there I stop and push you down on the bed climbing on top of you and I begin riding you, slowly at first, then fast and hard taking you as deep inside me as I can, my breasts bouncing everywhere and you smacking my breasts and ass as I ride you.

You push me off of you and roll me over standing up and taking me doggie style as I lay on the bed. You fuck me as hard as you can, smacking my ass, digging your fingers into my back, pulling my hair, grabbing my shoulders to help you get deeper and deeper. You keep fucking harder and faster and I'm screaming from pain and pleasure. I cum all over you again and again. I'm so tight you can barely handle it, but you do your best not to cum, not just yet.

You pull out of me, and I wince from the loss of being filled. You turn me over fast and take off your tie, grabbing my hands and tying them together so I can't move. You put my arms around your head and grab my legs, putting them around you, and you thrust inside hard. I can't move, can't do anything but take it as you thrust deeper and deeper. You are so close and I beg you not to cum inside me, but you don't listen. You're taking me harder, harder, almost there, and then you erupt inside me with a groan, and feeling you cum, I cum again hard, so hard, milking you of every drop as I scream in ecstasy.