Male Domination

Fantasm

Breaking the Cheerleader

Jessica awoke in a daze. She blinked her blue eyes, trying to focus on any shape in the darkness as she struggled to remember where she was. There had been a party last night. She attended with one of the football players from her school. There were drinks and dancing and…nothing.

Fantasm

A Twist of Fate

A Twist of Fate
It’s funny how, in an instant, one’s entire programming can be shifted. Given the right circumstances, everything that you’ve ever believed, everything that you’ve fought, feared, and resisted can be twisted and morphed into the thing you crave the most. Such was the case with Taja Crawford, who took a frightening journey that would leave her breathless, satisfied in ways she didn’t know existed, and craving much more.
It all started innocently enough, when Taja arrived home late one night from shopping. She dragged her bags through the front door and dropped them at her feet as she reached around to hit the light switch. She’d been out shopping as usual. It had become her hobby of late in an ongoing effort to make herself feel valuable and beautiful. As soon as the door closed behind her, she knew something was wrong. It was pitch black! She remembered pulling into the subdivision and none of the other houses were dark so she figured that there must be a blown fuse somewhere. Her husband had been working around the house for a few days so she thought that he might have accidentally knocked something out.
“Phillip, are you here?” She called out to her husband again and there was no answer. “It just figures that dumb ass wouldn’t be here to fix the mess he made,” she mumbled half under her breath and half aloud. Taja’s anger at her husband was typical, even if he hadn’t done anything specifically wrong; she was going to find a way to blame him for something. Philip was a model husband but Taja’s irrational standards were impossible to meet. She took pleasure in degrading him every chance she got and knowing full well that he would take it. She thought it was nothing less than an honor and a privilege for any man to be with her, that men had an obligation to take anything that she dished out and not say a word. The more she could degrade him, the better she would feel about herself.
Disoriented by the darkness Taja fumbled to find her purse to get her cell phone. Just her luck, the battery had died. That just made her angrier and curse Phillip more, even though he clearly had nothing to do with her phone. Luckily for her, she’d just purchased some brand new candles so all she had to do was let her eyes adjust for a second and find the lighter, which was right on top of the fireplace in the living room.
Before she even had a chance to get her bearings . . . the unimaginable happened. It was every woman’s worst nightmare and it was happening in her own home. She felt the hands, the pressure, the pain, the fear overcome her body in a split second. Taja was grabbed and immobilized, her arms pulled around behind her as she cried out, “Nooooooooo. STOP,” but her cries were muffled by a black leather gloved hand over her mouth. She was pushed against the front door and she felt the air being forced out of her lungs. She fought, struggling with her assailant, trying to resist him but she was quickly overpowered. Her mind was racing, she was praying, she was planning a strategy for escape all at the same time. She was in a panic. Her fear was soon displaced by rage as she hated this person for invading her home and was filled with the desire to exact revenge, even in her current helpless state. She fought with all her might but she was overpowered as her limbs began to fatigue. She was no match for her assailant.
In a matter of seconds, she had calmed down enough to know that she was going to have to use her wits to get out of this situation. With his hand still firmly against her mouth, she tried to get some image of what this person looked like. Could it be someone that she knew? Was it a total stranger? Fear coursed through every vein in her body as she imagined it was one of her cyber lovers. She’d spent many late nights cheating online, chatting with men in explicit sexual language in an attempt to add some spice to her life, to taunt Phillip and prove to him that she could have any man she wanted. She’d been careless, sharing exaggerated, intimate details about her life in order to make herself seem more affluent than she really was. Maybe one of those men had come to do unspeakable sexual acts on her. Tears were burning in her eyes and a lump formed in her throat, making it nearly impossible to swallow. The adrenaline pumping in her body was causing her to sweat and her legs felt like gelatin.
Her attacker leaned in close and whispered, “Shhhhhhh,” and Taja nodded very calmly to indicate that she understood. As soon as he removed his hand, something was stuffed in her mouth and then a handkerchief or scarf of some sort was tied in place. Her first reaction was to try to scream to get a gauge of how much sound she could make through the material but she held off. She didn’t know if this person had a gun or a knife and what his intentions were so she played it cool until she could devise a plan. He placed a silk blindfold over her eyes and she was struck by his gentle touch. She noticed how he gently lifted her hair to secure the blindfold and the soft lingering touches he gave to her face. She felt the cold metal of a pair of handcuffs being put on her wrists. She needed to know what he wanted to do so she would have to gain his confidence enough to let her speak so she played the part of a scared victim but she was actually using her skills as an actress to make him think that she was incapable of escape.
The strange attacker led Taja down the hall to the spare bedroom and closed the door and locked it behind them. Her heart dropped when she thought about what had happened to her husband. Phillip wasn’t just your average good guy; he was a great guy. He owned his own handyman repair business, not glamorous but it paid the bills. He bought Taja her dream house and he didn’t even complain when he had no say in picking out anything, nothing, not one single thing for the house. He bent over backwards to be nice to Taja’s meddling sisters and her mother. Phillip went to church every Sunday even when Taja felt like she had more important things to do, like shop. He cooked, he cleaned, he even volunteered with disadvantaged youth, he would never cheat and he worked hard to provide for his wife. His only flaw, to Taja, was not being edgy enough. She saw the good qualities in Phillip but she wanted flash, she wanted a bad boy. Certainly, Phillip would never allow anything to happen to her, she knew he loved her with all his heart. She pushed the horrendous thought out of her mind about how her husband and the intruder might have struggled and fought, Phillip losing only to a bullet or knife wound, fighting to protect his wife. She didn’t hate Phillip, she didn’t want anything bad to happen to him, she just wanted him not to take her shit all the time; she wanted to be the wife of someone dangerous. It really wasn’t his fault that he was average.
The adrenaline was pumping in Taja’s veins and she was acutely aware of everything going on around her. Whatever happened, whatever was to happen, Taja maintained her senses and waited for her opportunity to escape.
The spare bedroom wasn’t even a room that she and Phillip usually used. It was for guests when they came to spend the night; the only time it was ever really used was when Phillip slept there once in a while to keep from angering Taja with his presence. The stranger led Taja to the middle of the room, and in a split second, Taja’s arms were hoisted above her head and attached to some sort of cable that was secured to the ceiling. It was the most unbelievably painful and uncomfortable sensation she had ever experienced. Taja was barely standing on her tiptoes and her arms were stretched to the point of excruciating pain. She was trying to balance herself and she felt herself flailing about like a rag doll. Her fight or flight instinct took over and she began crying uncontrollably. She felt her tears stream down her cheeks only to be absorbed by the handkerchief around her mouth. She tried to “feel” his presence in the room. He had moved back and was just listening to her muffled cries. She thought for a second that the end was near and everything would be over shortly. In her mind, she said her goodbyes and repented for her sins and waited for her untimely demise. What could have been seconds, what was probably minutes, but felt more like hours passed. The pain in her arms was unbearable; her legs ached from trying to relieve the pressure but her feet could barely reach the floor. Maybe he was going to leave her there to die, she thought; the victim of starvation, dehydration and torture.
Unexpectedly, he released the cable that suspended her from the floor and let her stand. Her arms were still above her head but the tension had been lessoned to the point where she could move them slightly. Taja was grateful to him for sparing her such pain and she realized that he had won one battle; he had made her appreciative of his small act of kindness.
He moved around in front of her and she could feel his body heat close to her. She felt his hands on her sides and run down to her full hips. He began caressing her breasts and sheer terror shot through her. Without notice, he ripped her blouse open, tearing it like it was nothing. Her breathing was heavy, knowing he was probably standing before her, aroused, but she was helpless to do anything about it. The telltale sign of the cold steel blade of a knife was pressed against her breasts as she froze. He cut away her bra and the remaining portions of her blouse until she stood topless. Having removed his gloves, he began caressing her neck, planting gentle, tender kisses on the nape of her neck and her collarbone. He licked gently, he kissed softly; from her ears to her shoulders and not missing a spot in between. His soft tongue licked up to her ear and he began blowing softly. His fingers stroked her flesh as he sucked the tender spot that always made Taja wet.
Rage coursed through Taja’s body. The unspeakable was about to happen. He was going to violate her, take from her something he had no right to take. For years, she had fantasized about being “raped”. Without regard for what the word actually meant, she fantasized that violent aggressive sex, that a man “taking” her, actually symbolized that she was more desirable than other women. The reality was vastly different.
Her mind was spinning, trying to reconcile the unadulterated fear coursing through her body and her arousal. She was searching for some way to make sense of the fact that while she was angered and scared she was actually enjoying this man kissing her sweet spot. He was making love to her neck with his mouth, licking and kissing and caressing her passionately. She shook her head to shake the thought that here she was, standing bare breasted and restrained by a total stranger, and on some level she was enjoying it. She was actually enjoying the sensation, it was giving her pleasure and it served to distract her from the pain in her arms that were still secured above her head and the anger of being assaulted. She was desperate to move her arms; her restraint was painful, both physically and psychologically.
In an act of kindness, her assailant unfastened the handkerchief around her face and removed the gag from her mouth. Taja immediately began pleading for her life, trying to talk rationally with the man. He didn’t say a word; he gently placed his fingers to her lips to indicate to her that he wanted her to be quiet. Taja froze, and bargained. “I’ll be quiet if you let my arms down a little, they hurt so badly. Please.”
He ignored her pleas as his fingertips began to gently trace her nipples, softly circling her breasts. Her erect nipples stood out from her body, proudly almost, betraying the fact that she actually enjoyed the stimulation. When he lowered his mouth to her tits, a small groan could be heard emanating from her throat. He filled his hands with her breasts and he held them to his mouth. Taja was outdone and began slightly thrusting back and forth, showing barely detectable signs of sexual arousal. She was enjoying his ministrations a little too much for her comfort. He began sucking a little harder and Taja bit her lip to keep from moaning. He started biting her nipples and it was as if it was sending shots of electricity directly to her clit. Her brain was misfiring, somehow causing her to experience the sensation as pleasure. She could feel moisture developing between her legs, the throb of arousal in her pussy. Taja was confused and determined to control her own desire. She was always in control and she was going to do whatever she had to do to keep her pussy from getting wet.
Even the best laid plans need room for variables. As Taja was trying to control her arousal, and the man before her was licking, sucking and biting her hard nipples, she experienced a sensation that would send her mind and body reeling. Her arms were beginning to numb, a dull ache had set in, and she was almost able to tune out the pain when she was jolted by a pain that transformed her focus. Nipple clamps were applied to her aroused nipples as her captor began to pull a chain attached to them. He was toying with her, alternating between softly caressing her breasts and roughly pulling the chain that was attached to the clamps. Taja wasn’t able to hide her arousal, she was moaning in pleasure and in pain. He took what felt like to be a riding crop and began gently slapping her tits. Taja was undone; she felt every sting as pleasure.
Without notice, he stopped, causing Taja’s mind to spin out of control with questions. “What is he thinking, what is he planning, what was he doing?” As soon as he stopped the assault on her breasts, she was reminded of the pain in her arms, still suspended from the ceiling. Within seconds, the cable that held her arms in the air was released enough to let her arms fall completely. He massaged them for a few minutes, taking the opportunity to massage and lick her breasts as well. This time, without the gag, it was impossible for Taja to hide the fact that she was aroused; her moans were audible and guttural. Her arms were burning and sore and his massage felt delicious.
He pushed her to her knees and circled her like a lion stalking its prey. Still unable to see anything, there was no mistaking the sounds of his zipper being lowered. Taja waited, anxious to be thrown into the next phase of arousal and stimulation. She couldn’t deny to herself that she was experiencing pleasure in ways that she had never imagined possible. The restraint, the pain, the fact that it was a total stranger controlling her fate . . . all turned Taja on and she was craving more sensation. When it was all over, when she would tell the tale later, she would deny her arousal, now; she was going to bathe in the nasty and sensual feelings that had been awakened in her.
She felt the tip of his dick against her lips. He held it there, neither one of them making a move to initiate any action. Ever so detectably, he began rubbing it on her lips. The salty, semi-sweet precum that had formed on the head of his dick painted her lips and her first instinct was to lick the fluid away but she remained like a statue, not wanting to scare her captor or cause him to get antsy. He began to stroke his hard dick and she could hear him moaning. He put his thumb in her mouth and continued stroking his dick. Taja was confused. He could easily have shoved his dick in her mouth and there wasn’t much she could do about it. She swallowed the saliva that had collected in her mouth and realized that it simulated a sucking action. He groaned loudly.
He took his thumb out of her mouth and he grabbed a hand full of her hair. Taja let out a yelp and he pulled her hair even tighter in his grip. His breathing was getting more labored and he had now begun to push the head of his dick between her lips. For the first time, Taja wanted to please her home invader. She wanted him to be pleased with her oral skills, to consider her sexy and to want her. Being objectified was her drug of choice and she was high and addicted to the sensation.
The man with his dick in her mouth wasn’t interested in her thoughts and reflections, he was going to fuck her mouth and she wasn’t going to have much say in the matter. He pushed his dick in to her mouth and he stood perfectly still. Taja imagined that he was equally as afraid of losing an appendage as she was afraid of what he might do if she accidentally bit him. Taja wanted to control the action, she wanted to give him a blowjob the way she wanted to do it but that was not to be. He knew what he wanted and he communicated it to her without saying a word. He controlled the pace; he controlled the action. When he wanted her to lick, he pulled her head back, when he wanted her to suck, he shoved his dick in her mouth to the base. He grabbed the back of her head and used her mouth for his pleasure. She could feel every vein, every ridge against her tongue as he face-fucked her. She gagged and choked as he forced the head of his erection down her throat and it seemed to turn them both on.
Taja was enjoying the rough treatment. She was aroused by the way this man was using her and she was stimulated by the fact that he didn’t really let her control the action. She got into the blowjob and started trying to give him pleasure like she’d never done to anyone in the past. It was important for her self-esteem to think of herself as an object of desire and she got into sucking and licking like never before. It was the sloppiest, wettest, loudest blowjob she had ever given and even found herself moaning and enjoying it. It was as if she didn’t have to pretend to be reserved anymore, like she had been conditioned to be; she could be a wanton, sexual slut, and that thought sent chills up her normally judgmental and conservative spine. She rationalized that he was forcing her to behave in this whorish manner and she let go of whatever beliefs that told her she was being a bad girl, she wanted to be naughty and, dare she admit it, submissive.
She felt the head of his dick pounding her throat and she didn’t tense up, she went with the sensation. He got thicker and harder in her mouth as he fucked her mouth more. Taja’s hands were rubbing her pussy through her pants and her attacker was making noises like a wounded animal. He grabbed her by the throat and restricted her air. The rougher he treated her, the more moisture soaked her panties. She was being held captive by a man she didn’t know and she was more trusting of him than she had been with all of her previous lovers.
“Shit,” he cried out, the first word he had uttered all night, and he backed away.
Taja was dazed and caught off guard. In the frenzy of her arousal, she had almost forgotten that he was a real individual. Why had he stopped? Had she done something wrong? She hated herself for wanting him not to stop. Had he shot his load on and not wanted to do it in her mouth? Visions of his dick, shooting cum on the floor as he stood over her, stroking it, enraged her. “Damn you, you son of a bitch. Let me go, RIGHT NOW! You’ll be sorry for this.” She really wanted to beg for his cum in her mouth but she knew not to say another word. She was on fire and it was impossible to deny at that point. She began to plead with him again to let her go but in the back of her mind she wanted to experience just a little bit more erotic torture.
He pulled her to her feet and removed her pants. With painstaking slowness, he pulled them down over her full hips and tossed them to the side. Taja stood motionless, afraid to move, not sure of the reasons why. Her attacker led her to the bed and secured the handcuffs to the headboard. She was laying face down and he made her get on her knees. Taja was embarrassed to be so exposed, so vulnerable yet so aroused. Again, he left her there for a few minutes in silence and in darkness.
She felt the bed shift as he climbed on with her. His hands began caressing her back gently, massaging her sore arm muscles again. Everything he did, he did with such tenderness and care, and it was at that moment that she first thought that her attacker could actually be her husband. “Phillip, is that you? Let me go. Stop this, this isn’t funny.”
If it was her husband, if it was Phillip, he would surely let her go, he knew she was really in control, he knew that whatever she said was the final word. That belief was shattered when she felt the sting of a sharp slap on her ass. The pain rattled her sense of reality and traveled up and down her spine. Phillip would never defy a direct order from her let alone be so aggressive. She began to panic again. Had she underestimated this perpetrator? Reality sunk in and she began to sob uncontrollably. “Please, please let me go,” she cried.
“Count,” he said.
While Taja was wondering what he intended for her to count, she felt the sharp sting of another blow on her ass. It took of few seconds for her brain to comprehend and she was able to eek out, “One,” not sure if that was the correct response or not, just going with her gut. He followed the slap to her ass with soft kisses to her disciplined flesh. His hands massaged her breasts, rubbed her clit and soothed her sexy round bottom. She felt decidedly masculine hands caress the tender flesh of her ass. His hands were kneading her body and gently stroking her thighs and back. His fingers separated her butt cheeks and he ran them lightly over her asshole. Taja froze in terror. The man responsible for her restraint then slid his fingers down to her soaking wet pussy and rubbed her swollen clit. Taja was pissed, embarrassed, and annoyed at herself for being aroused. She wanted and needed to regain control so she began talking again, trying to hide her true feelings, begging to be let go.
The next blow came without warning and she cried out “Owwwww,” as tears formed in her eyes. She remembered to say “Two,” and lay her head on the pillow as an act of exhaustion, both physical and mental. What followed was more caressing and more spanking, more fingering and more counting, more tender touches and searing pain combined. She felt his hands caressing the tender and heated flesh of her ass. The more he caressed, the wetter her pussy became. He would rub her sore nipples and spank her butt and thighs. It was torture; erotic, sensual, heavenly torture. Her head was reeling; it wasn’t supposed to feel pleasurable. She wasn’t supposed to be enjoying this. The stinging was registering in her brain as bliss and she was tormented by the fact that each slap was followed by him gently rubbing her clit to near orgasm. She began to look forward to each slap, to him bringing her closer and closer to fierce explosion every time. By the time she got to twenty, she was experiencing each slap as pleasure, each sting was ecstasy. Her pussy was dripping and her clit was throbbing and she was desperate to cum.
Without warning, she felt the softness of a tongue licking her soaking wet pussy. “Noooo, she cried out, not sure why she was saying it; she truly didn’t want him to stop. She was trying to stop him from having more control over her and the fact that he was teasing her with such expertise. She was pulling against her restraints, and trying to fight her own orgasm as he licked her from front to back.
There was no stopping him; he was going to make her cum and cum hard. She fought it with her mind but her body was betraying her intentions. She had been so aroused for so long, she was at the brink of sensual release. Ecstasy washed over her body and his lips gently sucked her clit as his tongue fucked her hole. He lapped and licked, nibbled and sucked and made her grind her pussy on his face. She moaned in the pillow and begged him not to stop.
She felt the head of his dick rubbing her pussy. She was beyond the point of rational thought. Like a light switch going off in her head, she realized that the life of control and rules she had lived by were mere illusions. She wanted to be fucked, fucked good, fucked hard, and fucked long. She needed to be fucked. She heard the words coming out of her mouth but they sounded like they were coming from someone else. They sounded like they were coming from a wounded animal. “Fuuuuuck meeeee pleeeeease.”
Time froze. In an instant, the handcuffs were released and a small nightlight was turned on. She could tell her captor got off the bed and stood back, waiting for her to make a move. She kept her head in the pillow with her ass in the air, not moving an inch. She knew she should get up and run but she couldn’t. She wanted to turn around and see the face of her captor. She remained frozen. She said it again, this time aware that she could no longer claim to being forced to do anything. “Fuck me.”
The ringing in her ears and the desperation in her wet pussy drove her to say the words that she wouldn’t have thought possible two hours earlier. She felt the head rub from her clit to her asshole and she arched backwards, trying to get him to penetrate her. She was desperate to feel that sensation of him hitting bottom deep inside her. She needed to feel full with his hardness, the ecstasy that a woman can only feel when a big hard dick is filling her, stretching her, pounding her. It was a strange twist of fate that had her craving the very sensation that she had fought all her life to deny. She wanted to be submissive, to let go of all the stereotypes and standards that told her that she had to be a strong black woman that didn’t put up with anything, that called all the shots. She realized that her freedom was in letting go, was in letting someone else have the reins of control and it had nothing to do with her being weak, it was simply a shift in power. She was tired of pretending that she had to be everything to everyone, she was tired of needing to feel like a bitch. In that moment she wanted to surrender to sensations that she had no control over and she craved that release.
“Say it again,” he said again calmly.
In a surreal declaration, she said the words that released her from her invisible bonds. “Now! Please! Fuck me!”
With those words, he took the head of his dick and placed it at the head of her asshole. Anal sex was something she’d done before but it had been a long time ago, with boyfriends that insisted she had to do it to prove that she loved them. It’d been many years since she even thought about doing it and fear paralyzed her body. She wasn’t even sure she could take it. There was no doubt in her mind that it was going to hurt. Why then, was her body screaming out for this stranger to do it? She wanted to feel like she was giving him the ultimate symbol of her submission to him.
Exquisitely slow and with exhausting skill, her captor managed to get the head inserted with no pain at all. Taja was sweating and her musky scent was reminiscent of a wild animal but it was sexy and primal. The fact that just the head of his dick was inside her was driving her out of her mind. She started pushing back and driving more meat inside her backdoor. The sensation of being filled like that was causing her to grunt and moan. It was as if she couldn’t breath and every millimeter shoved inside her felt like miles of orgasmic pleasure. Teeth marks were embedded in the pillowcase and her hands gripped the sheets tightly. Through it all, he wouldn’t move and inch; he let her control the penetration. It was only when she reached between her legs to rub her clit that she realized that he was completely buried inside her. She’d past her threshold of pleasure and it was time for some fast and furious fucking.
Taja had to grab the headboard to keep her head from being rammed. In an instant, he was fucking her senseless. She pushed back; he pumped harder. Every inch of his dick was driven deep inside her and she adored the sensation. Rockets went off inside her head and she was outside herself. Taja was now another person, another woman who had no fears, no inhibitions. She needed to get fucked and she wasn’t afraid to ask for it all night long. He grabbed her hips; she rubbed her clit. He was moaning, she was groaning. She came without him missing a beat and he kept fucking her through her orgasm. Sweat formed on both of them and they grunted and groaned like wild animals. They fucked into the night until Taja passed out from pleasure and exhaustion.
The morning came and sunlight filtered through the blinds. Taja awoke, her arms and legs and ass were sore. The smells of eggs and coffee were coming up the stairs. Phillip entered the room and held out her robe. “Breakfast is ready.”
She stood on shaky feet, still weak from the incredible fuck she had gotten and the restraint her body had endured. “We need to talk . . .” Her words were cut off with the familiar finger that has silenced her the night before.
Phillip had no words to explain his behavior or his actions. He, too, had been struggling with his perceived role as doormat versus being a “man” and he had devised this plan to show his wife who was the boss. While he had done it for her he had come to some personal revelations of his own. If being the boss meant that he had to be someone that was unnatural to him, he wanted no parts of that. He stood his ground as he waited for her verbal assault, quite sure she was going to go back to full bitch mode.
Never having had a previous occasion to be humble, Taja was rendered speechless. Her journey to self-discovery started with a paralyzing fear and ended with a frightening revelation. She let Phillip help her on with her robe. She rested her head on his shoulder and he put his arms around her. She’d lost a piece of herself and found it in losing control. There was no turning back, only relinquishing old beliefs in a strange twist of fate.
Copyright 2008 AfroerotiK

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Fantasm

Titcage (Chapter 40)

Claire’s work at the woman-demeaning lobby group has helped to bring about a world in which women are nothing but sextoys for men. The victim of this process herself, Claire now finds herself pregnant, lactating, and being taken to something called the “Slut Ranch”…

Fantasm

Titcage (Chapter 28)

Claire has been working very reluctantly at the woman-demeaning organisation “Titcage”. This week they have arranged a very special work placement for her.

Fantasm

Living with Uncle Jim pt. 4

Monday morning I woke in Jim’s bed still in pain, more so after what he spent hours doing to me the night before. After taking me to see Johnny and making sure I had taken the morning after pill and putting me on a regular pill he told me I would be spending the night in his room. Finally at 4am I was able to go to sleep so now I was aching all over and really sleepy. I climbed slowly into the shower making sure to wash every inch of myself at least three times before I felt barely clean enough to climb out and get dressed.
“When you get home you will come to my room and wake me.” Jim tells me as I head to the door “make sure you have your uniform on and nothing under it” he adds as I put my hand on the handle trying hard not to be sick, when I open the door I come face to face with the other half of my night mare. Tony’s hands move to my hips with the pretence of steadying me
“Woo Jane careful there” he laughs while I cringe at his voice, lowering my eyes and looking down, my skin crawling I’m desperate to get away from him. As I move to the side he squeezes slightly and moves past me giving me a clear view of his son standing at the end of the path.
“Hey Jane” he calls to me smiling like he’s so happy to see me, for just a second I want to run to back inside and hide. I know it’s ridiculous this isn’t Ben’s fault he doesn’t even know what happened. I take a step forward closing the front door behind me when Jim calls me, looking back his index finger moves to his smiling mouth signalling not to say a word.
“Jane are you ok? You’re really quiet.” Ben asks when we get to school
I look up at him not even realising that we have walked all this way without me hearing a word he has said
“How was your uncle’s party?” He smiles “dad says you looked so beautiful in your new dress I wish I could have seen”
“It was ok” I mumble looking down feeling sick all over again, I hate the look in his eyes, I know he’s wondering why I’m so quiet and is worried about me, but honestly I just can’t make myself care at that moment.
At midday I start to make my way to the lunch hall but I’m stopped by Mrs Cano calling my name seemingly in a rush with her dark grey curls blowing wildly around her cubby face as she waddles into the field towards me
“Ah Jane at last I found you, I need you to come with me to Mr Jones’ office” she says breathlessly in her Spanish accent
I look over at Ben wishing somehow he would stop this, I know it’s stupid. He doesn’t know what John said he was planning, he has no reason to believe I would be in danger of our head master why would he? People like John are respected and trusted. I lower my head and follow Mr Jones’ secretary back to his office.
“Don’t worry you shouldn’t be long he just said he has a message for you from your Uncle” Mrs Cano smiles misreading my face thinking I’m worried that I’m in trouble, I try to smile back but just can’t manage it knowing what I’m about to face as I walk through the closed door to Johns office.
“Ah Jane please take a seat and close the door” he says as he closes a program on his computer and turns to me, I’m uncomfortable his deep voice still has a calming effect on me after all that he did to me that night
“Your uncle has asked to me let you know that he has had to go into work so he won’t be home until late tonight. He asks that you go straight home and make yourself ready for when he gets in” he smiles at me as he passes on the last part of his message
“I have something I would like you to see, come stand here I’m sure you will find it interesting” he adds pointing at the space beside him.
I stand and walk around his desk not able to think of a way to get out of standing within touching distance of him. His right hand moves to the mouse connected to his computer and clicks on the folder closed at the bottom of the screen, suddenly the screen is filled with the image of my blonde hair falling over my face, my mouth filled with Tony’s cock as he looks into my eyes his face contorted with pleasure. Disgust fills me as I realise I can’t see any evidence of the tears that were in my eyes when this was actually happening no red blotchy eyes or pain in my face I actually look like I’m smiling up at him with my eyes, my hand moves to my mouth as I start to feel like I’m about to throw up when I feel a hand slide up my thigh and under my skirt. I turn to look at John but his eyes are glued to the screen as his right hand clicks the mouse bringing up another picture this time a close up of my legs spread wide apart and my uncle between them. I gag holding my hand harder against my mouth trying hard not to allow the vomit now filling my throat to come any higher
“You look so beautiful don’t you think?” Mr Jones asks me pulling my thoughts away from what I’m seeing; my hand flies down to my thigh to stop his hand moving any higher as I look at him disgusted
“No I don’t! I think these pictures are disgusting and are just proof that you are all just dirty perverts having sexual intercourse with a minor”
His smile makes me want to slap him as he replies
“I thought by now you would be able to say the word fuck Jane. We fucked you and as much as you say you didn’t we all know you loved it. Now either you place your hands on the desk and watch the screen or I will have to call your uncle.”
I place my hands flat on the desk and look at the corner of the screen so I don’t actually see the folder full of pictures which he has now put on slide show so he has both hands free
“Ramona please hold my calls and tell the maintenance team that someone needs to check the forth stall in the girls toilets please” he calls through the intercom to his secretary before turning it off, I hear the click of Mrs Cano’s shoes as she waddles off to do as he asked before his right hand reaches over and easy slips open the button holding my shirt over my bra covered breasts and slides in to caress them.
His left hand continues its route up my skirt reaching the top of my thighs and brushing against my private place
“Mm you feel so warm” he breaths into my hair pulling his chair closer to me and leaning in to me, my body starts to shake and my eyes start to well up
“Look at the screen my favourite picture is coming up”
Against my better judgement my eyes move up to the middle of the screen as a picture comes up of me laying on the sofa, John’s head is buried between my thighs, my legs are wide open, my left hand is holding his head seemingly holding him in place as my back arches and I pull Jim’s mouth down to mine. The picture was taken at the exact moment I came; John’s fingers slide my knickers to one side allowing him to slide his middle finger into me. I gasp at the intrusion but he just pushes his finger deeper
“God you are still so tight, I love it” he moans pulling me to stand in front of him “Get on your knees I want you to watch something with me” he adds opening a new file labelled James birthday video. As he clicks play he pushes me to my knees
“Get my cock out and suck it while we watch” he demands, the screen is filled with the sight and sounds of what was happening when his so called favourite picture was taken.
My moans fill the room as his hands grip my hair tight letting me know this isn’t the time to mess around, I pull his private bit from his trousers and suck it into my mouth. I remember from Jim what he liked me to do so I suck him harder as I move my head up and down his shaft. His moans fill the room mingling with mine still playing on the computer screen, the sound of high heeled shoes distracts us as they move closer
“Stay down there and be quiet” he growls pulling his chair towards the desk causing me to shuffle back, “keep sucking, I didn’t tell you to stop!” I take him back in my mouth my heart beating wildly I hear him click off the sound to the video just as the door opens
“Sorry John I spoke to maintenance and they are fixing the broken toilet, also you have a meeting in half hour with Matthew Rose’s parents about his behaviour” I hear her pause “Is Miss Bows gone?” I feel Mr Jones lift his hips pushing himself further into my mouth a silent warning to carry on
“Yes Ramona, I told her, her Uncle called and she seemed upset. I didn’t want her leaving like that and having other children question her so I let her stay a while until she got herself under control” he replies calmly although I feel his cock expanding in my mouth
“Such a shame a child that young has to go through losing her parents. It’s a good thing she has her Uncle to stay with”
“I agree, I know her Uncle well and he is taking good care of her don’t you worry” he smiles back his voice a slight moan as he releases his seed into my throat “let me finish this email and then we can go down to that meeting”
As she closes the door he pulls his chair back
“That was very good, now… before you go I want you to sit on my desk and open your legs wide. I want to taste that pussy again”
“Please Mr Jones can I just go to lunch now I haven’t eaten yet and I will have to go back to class soon” I say trying to get round the other side of the desk and to the door
“Don’t be stupid child Mrs Cano is just outside and I told her you have left already, you will have to wait until she leaves her desk and in the meantime you will get your arse over here and do as you are told” his tone changing dramatically, becoming dark and scary enough that I hurriedly push myself up onto the desk.
At first he just sits there looking at me, just as I start to shake with embarrassment a smile spreads over his mouth
“I want to hear you say it Jane” he sighs leaning back in his chair and folding his arms. his eyes roaming over my body, moving slowly from my eyes down my chest and resting between my legs, I know I don’t have a choice and the quicker I get this over with the quicker I can get back to class and forget it
Looking him straight in the eyes I lift my chin before saying
“Mr Jones I want you to lick my pussy”
The look on his face is pure satisfaction as he leans in towards me and spreads my legs wide, placing my feet on the back of his chair and bending my knees so they fall open. His hand runs up the smooth skin of my thighs reaching the top and pushing my knickers to one side once again as he bends his head.
I jump slightly as his nose moves slowly through my lips parting them as he takes a deep sniff, his hot breath releasing on the top of my thighs and slightly caressing my anal hole. I scrunch my eyes closed as he reaches the little nub at the top, moving over it quickly with the tip of his nose before following with his tongue I concentrate hard on my breathing trying hard not to let what’s happening affect my body and repeating over and over in my head ‘do not come’,
I realise it’s not working as I feel my body start to heat up and my breathing shorten as his tongue slips as deep as it can reach into my private place. His right hand comes round caressing my thighs and reaching his thumb round to caress my nub, unable to stop myself my back arches and before I know it my body tenses and pleasure fills me. As my body comes down I open my eyes to find Mr Jones staring at me with a wide grin on his face
“You know if you just give in to it Jane you will find you will enjoy it even more, maybe so much that your juices will be squirting all over my face”
I pull my legs down off the back of the chair feeling them shake with the effort,
“I will never give in to what you and my Uncle are forcing me to do,” I say with the strongest tone I can manage, the quiver in my voice caused by the aftershocks of pleasure still running through my body not helping.
His laugh catches me off guard as I push my feet to the floor and straighten my skirt
“Well the choice is yours but believe me with the amount of people you will be fucking you might as well enjoy it” he says as he pushes me back against the desk and kicking my legs apart, “Ramona would you please go to the lunch room and get me a coke before the meeting? I am nearly finished here” he calls through the intercom his right hand pushing my skirt up again and forcing his fingers into me
“No matter what you do little girl you belong to us, just you remember that” he says making me gasp in pain as he forces a third finger into me and pushes them all the way in, as we hear the tell-tale clicking of Mrs Cano’s shoes he pulls his fingers from me and places them in his mouth while spinning me round and forcing me out the door
“Remember what your Uncle said be sure to be ready and waiting for him when he gets home” he whispers in my ear before closing the door on me.
Somehow I manage to make my way all the way to the hall just before the bell rings signalling the end of lunch
“Hey Jane,” I hear Ben call behind me
I stop to wait for him not really in the mood to talk but I know that it will be suspicious if I don’t
“Where were you?” he asks as he catches up to me
“I wasn’t feeling well so I stayed in Mr Jones office for lunch” I say looking at the floor as I force my feet to move again, making myself head to class.
At the end of the day Ben and I walk home together as usual but this time accompanied by Carl and Terry who are both going to Ben’s for the night. The conversation seems full of typical teenage boy topics, girls and computers mainly but my attention span lacks the interest where I would use to be interested.
“You’ll be there won’t you Jane?”
I look up confused
“Hey earth to Jane” Carl laughs putting his arm round my shoulder, the sudden contact makes me jump causing his arm to slide from me and a hurt look to come over him “Hey I’m sorry” he tries to laugh it off holding his hands up in front of him in surrender
I stop in my tracks causing the three of them to stop and look at me
“No I’m sorry Carl I was miles away and wasn’t listening, you scared me but that was no excuse to flinch like that” I say slowly forcing myself to place my hand on his shoulder and removing it as quickly as I can without it looking strange
“What was you saying Ben? I will be where?” I ask moving down the road again
“I was just saying about my birthday next week” he says, I can feel his eyes on me watching me closely
“Sure I’ll be there what do you have planned?” I say plastering on a smile to make them feel better. As they start to laugh and joke again about the party Ben wants to have I feel myself slowly going back into my own mind and thinking about the last party I attended and how it changed my life, I know that Ben’s won’t be like that, he wouldn’t do that to me but then I thought that my Uncle would never do it.
As we reach my house I walk towards the door, reaching it before feeling a hand grab my wrist. Again I flinch before I realise its Ben
“Jane look at me” he says ignoring my flinch and reaching up to my chin, his hand gently holding me in place so I can’t look away
“Something is wrong, and I want to know what it is, I won’t push you because you clearly don’t want to talk about it but I will say no matter what it is I’m here when you’re ready to spill. You can trust me” he adds looking me right in the eyes as they start to spill over.
As he releases my face his head slowly bends giving me time to move. Although I flinch again and lower my head I don’t move completely, his lips touch my cheek pressing slightly before moving back
“Don’t” I whisper, he looks at me before stepping back and allowing me to turn and escape inside my Uncles house.
As I close the door on my three friends tears spill down my cheeks, I feel sad that I can’t be around them without starting to feel uncomfortable, I head to the bathroom feely letting the tears fall,
‘normal girls are out flirting and having fun’ I think to myself ‘my parents would say I’m too young for that and I would have agreed, I didn’t want to do things like that before but maybe it would take my mind of everything going on,’
I shake my head as I hold my hand out testing the running water from the shower
‘That would be stupid, and just plain mean I wasn’t raised like that’
I step back and look in the mirror over the sink, leaning my hands on the bowl I look closely at my eyes; they look big, red and puffy. The blue of them looking darker than usual when I’m happy and smiling, turning away I head back to the shower and start to peel away my clothes before stepping in.
The hot water cascading down my naked body I lean my head against the cool tiled wall of the shower letting my thoughts go through my head, not making myself feel any better but I’m no longer able to control them as they turn to the night ahead and what Mr Jones said that Jim wanted me to do. Every inch of my body wanting to scream, to grab my clothes and leave, even to call Ben and tell him everything but the truth is I’m scared what that will cause to happen next. Where will I go? With all the men involved who can I trust? I climb from the tub and walk to my room throwing myself onto my bed.
After calming down and making myself some cheese and bacon pasta bake I head back to my room to get dressed again in the uniform I had not long taken off, not sure what time Jim will be home I head back to the living room to watch TV.
Heading past the kitchen door I change direction and move toward the kitchen cupboard above the sink to the left, inside I find the leftover bottles of vodka, brandy and tequila, without thinking about what a bad idea it is I take the tequila bottle and pour myself a shot glass of it, I knock it back quick and follow up with another glass.
Just as I cringe from the taste of the second glass I hear Jim’s keys in the door. With the Dutch courage of the two tequilas I don’t bother to move instead just fill another glass, as he turns through the door and looks at me I smile and hold my glass up to him daring him to moan about a twelve year old drinking before knocking it back. I instantly regret it as the drink washes through me and starts to affect my senses
“Looks like I came home to a party” Jim smiles walking towards me
“Well you like parties” I sneer at him losing balance and clinging to the kitchen side
“I’m not sure I like you in this state though,” he frowns “though you did do as I asked and you are still in your uniform I will let it slide, next time if you plan to drink don’t drink so much I want you to remember what I do to you!” he continues bending down to kiss me
“I very much doubt will ever forget what you have done to me” I say filling my words with the hatred I have for him
His smile infuriates me so much that I have to look away turning my head to the side
“Oh I hope so little niece I hope you never forget I took your innocence, who this perfect body belongs to. You are mine Jane!” he whispers in my ear as he traps me against the side, his left hand coming up to my chin not unlike how Ben touched me earlier but his grip is a lot tighter almost painful as he holds my head to the side and begins to kiss his way down my neck
“I hear you had some fun at school, I want you to tell me all about it as I fuck you” he says spreading my legs and pushing his fingers into my uncovered private place
My mind beginning to become fuzzy I tell him what Mr Jones made me do at lunch, having to stop and restart every time he growls at me for details, finally getting to the part with him licking my private place Jim lifts me onto the kitchen counter and pulls my head back by my hair
“Tell me again Jane, what you said to him?” he growls licking his way up my neck and using his right hand to unbutton his jeans
“I…I told him to lick my pussy” I mumble back gasping at the end as he pushes his cock ball deep into me
“See what you do to me? The thought of my little niece being a good little slut and getting my friends to lick her pussy while someone is just outside is so hot. I bet you loved it knowing someone could have caught you, mmm his cock spilling in your mouth with Ramona just inches way talking to him”
As he thrusts into me I’m suddenly grateful for the drink, feeling numb I can easily forget what’s happening, as he lifts me up and pushes my chest over the table he pounds deeper and harder into me, causing a pain to shoot through my stomach
“OW UNCLE PLEASE IT HURTS” I shout but his pounding just continues, I grit my teeth wishing I could have another glass of drink to take away the pain and help me forget what’s happening, next time I will remember to drink enough that I’m about to be sick I think to myself
“Ah fuck you feel good baby,” he screams pulling me harder towards him so he is buried as deep as possible before releasing his seed deep into me, as his thrusts slow down and he finishes he pulls himself from me seconds before I find myself sprawled on the floor.
“Get me a beer” he says pulling his jeans up and heading towards the living room, realising he pushed me to the floor like a piece of rubbish, I slowly get back up and head towards the fridge, quickly knocking back another shot of tequila before grabbing him a beer and heading to the living room
The TV plays the scene that shocked me the day Ben came round, I quickly go to make my way up stairs when he grabs me and tells me that he hasn’t finished with me.
Just then his phone rings
His smile gives away who is on the other line straight away, dread fills me quickly.
“Tony just the man I was hoping to talk to, got a favour to ask you and to sweeten the deal come round now” he grins at whatever his friend says “Trust me man this favour won’t need sweetening” hanging the phone up he smiles at me
“Strip naked” he demands of me as he opens his can. Taking my clothes off, he sits on the sofa sideways facing me and watching me lowering my skirt.
“Good girl now put your knees on the arm rest and spread them wide,” he continues, as I do what he says I have no idea where this is heading until he adds
“Now… put your hands both sides of my hips and suck my cock like you sucked John this afternoon”
As I comply it clicks into place, just at that moment the front door opens and Jim’s right hand lands on my head stopping me from moving
“Jesus” I hear Tony mumble as he closes the door behind him, the cool breeze caressing my bum as it clicks shut, I realise he has had a clear view of both my holes as soon as he opened the door
“Whatever the favour man you can have it” he adds as I hear his zip open and feel his hands reach my hips,
It doesn’t take long and soon Tony is filling my pussy as Jim comes in my mouth, both of them thrusting into my holes hard and fast ignoring the moans of discomfort and pain coming from my mouth. As Jim’s body comes down again he pulls my hands making me slip and fall on his chest
“Hey” Tony calls behind me as he slips out of me
“Sorry man” Jim calls back lifting me up and moving off the sofa to sit on the arm rest that I was just kneeling on, his cock slides into me, his mouth claiming mine. As he pulls back out he orders Tony to sit down on the arm rest and pushes me towards him, as Tony pulls me up and slides back into me he throws his head back in pleasure
“Hold her still” Jim says behind me, I start to get that bad feeling again that I got just before he took my virginity I try to look behind me but Tony’s arms clamp round me pinning me to him. I feel Jim’s hands pulling my hips up slightly before something big rubs over my little brown hole
“NO…NO PLEASE” I scream as loud as possible
“Shut her up” Jim growls as he pushes harder into my bum. My struggling becomes wild and determined as Tony removes one hand and blindly fails around looking for something to make me be quiet
“Fuck it man ill shut her up with my fist” he growls
“NO” shouts Jim “NO BRUISES” he says stepping back and grabbing a pillow from the arm chair. Handing it to Tony he moves back up behind me, as Tony thrusts the pillow into my face and holds it between us his hand moves to the back of my head burying my face in it and muffling my protests.
Jim pushes harder into me again the tip of his private bit finally managing to pass the resistance my body was giving causing pain I have never felt before to shoot through me, my eyes leak consistently while I scream as loud as I can. Through the agony I feel Tony moaning loudly
“Fuck James I have never felt anything so tight, I think I’m falling in love” he laughs
“Oh Jesus Christ believe me If you was this end you wouldn’t be saying that”
The two of them continue to thrust and pump into me, every now and then one of them will use my hair to pull my head back and comment on how great I look filled with both their ‘cocks’ I closed my eyes against it grateful at least that I knew I wasn’t going to come with the amount of pain I was in.
Tony’s mouth was around my boob sucking it into his mouth when I felt the warm sensation filling both my holes letting me know it will soon be over, they thrust a few more times making sure to empty themselves completely before pulling out of me and letting me fall on the sofa
“Looks like you took that hole good and proper” Tony laughed pointing down at Jim’s private bit. Opening my eyes I look over at Jim as he sits on the arm rest of the chair and notice that his lower half is covered in blood, my left hand gently reaches back and softly touches my sore bum, coming against something wet I look down at my and seeing my blood. Panic builds inside me as I sit up.
Jim looks over at me and smiles
“Don’t panic I just ripped you a little should have prepared you more but I couldn’t be bothered to wait, we will visit Johnny tomorrow” he adds
The pain still coursing through me says it’s more than a little, my tears still falling as Tony pushes me to my back and slides his fingers back into me. I can’t believe they really don’t care what they just put me through, my hands fly up as I begin to punch every inch of him I can reach the pain shooting up my back fuelling my anger and actually helping me to think through it.
Seeing what I’m doing Jim comes running round the other side of the sofa and grabs my hands but not before I shock them both with a swing that connects firmly with Tony’s nose. As if in slow motion I hear a crack and feel warm liquid spray over my face. He climbs off me screaming and shouting all kinds of words even the devil himself would blush at, it doesn’t take him long though to recover and come stomping towards me with painful intentions in his eyes, my anger still burns inside me and I struggle against Jim’s hands wanting to punch them both
“Tony stop” quicker than I thought possible Jim stands in front of me with his hands against Tony’s chest
“Move out of my way James that little bitch needs a lesson in respect” he growls trying to push against Jim
“NO BRUISES” Jim shouts pushing him hard making him stumble and fall to the ground
“Are you fucking kidding me? Look what she fucking did” he points to his nose now streaming steadily with his blood
I can’t help myself as a laugh builds up and escapes my lips bringing both men to stare at me
“You think this is funny bitch?” Tony yells over Jim’s shoulder causing my hysterics to start all over again as his anger comes out in a roar Jim still stands between us
“Jane if you don’t shut the fuck up I’m going to hurt you in a way that won’t leave any marks” he shouts over his shoulder at me making me laugh even more
“Y…you already d…did” I manage between breaths finding it strange myself after what’s just happened I can’t stop laughing, but as they say you either laugh or you cry and I have been crying enough lately come to think of it who are they?
The strange though slows my giggling as I climb from the sofa a sob following the last giggle as I accidentally press against my bum
“Can I have a shower?” I ask sitting on my knees on the floor
“A salt water bath would be better” Jim replies not looking at me as I crawl the stairs on my hands and knees.
The bath water stings against my broken skin making me grit my teeth and grip tightly against the sides. When I finally manage to get under the water the door bangs into the wall beside me making me jump
“What the fuck what that?” Jim growls at me “don’t you start to think that cause I don’t want you bruised I won’t hurt you in other ways” he adds coming towards me and gripping my neck with his hand, instinctively I let go of the sides of the bath and grip his hand trying to pull him off me. He pushes me back into the bath and releases me causing another shot of pain to go through me
“Sit forward” he growls again and pouring half the tub of salt that he’s holding into the hot water behind me, using his hand to swirl it around till it dissolves he adds “the salt will help your muscles relax and also help you start to heal”
It becomes clear that he has no intention of leaving as he sits on the toilet seat and watches me sit there in the water, I decide to get on with it hoping that the salt will ease some of the pain but it doesn’t seem to be working as I lean back slowly
“Why did you hit him?” he asks, I can’t believe what a stupid question it is and that he really has to ask
“You both just hurt me really bad Jim, and then he pushed me back on my bum to stick his fingers in me” I said looking at him
“I don’t care what he did you had no right to touch him like that” he stands up and bends over me “and I have told you before not to call me Jim”
“No right? I had no right? Are you joking? You have no right to rape me over and over, you have no right to hurt me the way you have yet you stand there and say I have no right to defend myself?” I shout at him
Quicker than I could have seen it coming his hand catches mine and pins them against the tiled wall while his right hand moves under the water, spreading my legs and pressing into my bum
“I. Don’t. Care. How. Much. It. Hurts. You. You. Are. Mine!” he says slowly emphasizing every word while looking at me in the eyes, his biggest finger sliding in and out of my bleeding hole, sending blankets of pain all over me. He releases me just as quick again,
“You better find a way to apologise to him. I have to go away for the night for work and I asked him to watch you,” at my confused look he smiles “you will be staying at Tony’s house the night”
‘Oh my god,’ I think to myself ‘how am I meant to survive the night alone with Tony?’ then I realise I won’t be alone, Ben will be there and hopefully Tony’s wife Kerry will be there too.
“When?” I ask as he leaves the bathroom
“Thirteenth” he says walking down the hall
When I climb out I head to my room until I hear a cough coming from the end of the hall, looking up Jim is standing in his door way looking at me. Shaking his head at his room he turns round disappearing from sight and expecting me to follow, for a second I entertain the thought of ignoring him and continuing to my room but I know the consequences wouldn’t be worth it in the end. Sighing I head to his room to find him laying on the bed waiting for me
“Please Uncle, let me sleep tonight surely you have hurt me enough and can’t possible want sex again?” I plead with him too tired to argue
“Get on the bed Jane” he demands ignoring my protest. To my surprise as I lay down I see that his clothes stay on “turn around I want to check that you’re not ripped” not sure if this is another trick but wanting to know the answer myself I turn away from him so that he can see my back passage clearly
Gently his fingers probe the sensitive area only causing slight pain enough to just make me gasp quietly
“No, you aren’t ripped,” he says from behind me before moving away and laying next to me
“Jane I want you to know that I do care for you” he continues shocking me as he pulls me into his arms
“I don’t want to hurt you, but you won’t do as I tell you without me forcing you. I want you to enjoy it like we do. I want you to enjoy giving other people the pleasure you bring me and letting me watch or tell me about it, of course that’s only with people I want you to fuck not boys at your school.” He adds looking my in the eyes,
I’m not sure where this is coming from part of me is glad that he seems to be being gentle but the other part knows that’s how I fell for his trap before.
“Jane in time you will learn the pleasures you can bring a man and even a woman, I will teach you if you just stop fighting our love” as I look up at him confused where he gets the idea love has anything to do with this his mouth lowers to mine.
The kiss is soft yet demanding as his tongue presses against my lips his hands run through my hair stoking me softly, I can’t help think that it would be quite romantic if it wasn’t my Uncle kissing me, if he hadn’t of done all the things he has. Maybe if he was just a normal boy my age, maybe if he was Ben I would have enjoyed it.
He brings me from my thoughts as his heavy weight lowers into my chest, I try to prepare myself for what’s about to happen but again I’m shocked as his clothes stay on and he makes no attempt to remove the towel that is the only thing between our bodies.
“You are perfect Jane, just what I always needed. With you I won’t need anyone else, just you” he says rolling back on to the bed and pulling me tight towards him,
“I won’t harm another girl if I can just have you” he mumbles closing his eyes and drifting off to sleep,
my head filled with pressure and guilt, how can I say no when he says he won’t hurt anyone else, but how can I trust him? How can I say yes and spend the rest of my life being a sexual slave to a bunch of dirty old men? And women? He mentioned women, I hope to god he was just using it as some kind of example and not really intending to force me into some kind of gay sexual thing.
As these thoughts so through my head another thought comes flying at me ‘Jim mentioned that I will be staying with Tony on the thirteenth that’s Ben’s birthday, the night of the party he wanted to have, maybe with all those people there it won’t be so bad but then saying that it could make things worse.’ My head starts to become fussy again with all the thoughts, pressure and the aftermath of the tequila
Before falling asleep I decide I will talk to Ben tomorrow… about the party at least…

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Lara was unimpressed by all the history around her, she would have much preferred a modern hotel in a bustling city somewhere but this is where her best friend had chosen to get married and where tomorrow she would be performing her duties as maid of honour. She must try and get some sleep, she thought to herself. She didn’t want to be immortalised on the wedding photos with bags under her eyes!
It was at precisely that moment that the window flew wide open, its old hinges creaking loudly with the effort and the heavy red velvet drapes billowed into the room as if they were weightless. The blast of cold air hit Lara making her shiver and her skin goose bump. She felt her nipples brush against the cotton of her night dress as they hardened in the cold wind. She began to sit up in bed, preparing to brave the wind and rain that was pouring in to go and shut the window. As she did she saw, through the darkness, a small shadow come rushing in from the storm and flit silently across the room towards her. But as it slowed to a halt beside her bed, the shadow rapidly grew until in the darkness beside her bed she could see the outline of a man. Lara froze, her blood running ice cold as she let out a piercing scream, but it was carried away and lost on the winds of the storm that now swirled and filled the room. The figure leant slowly forward and softly placed his lips to Lara’s throat, and with that she lost consciousness.
Slowly Lara began to come around. The first sensation she gradually became aware of was the gratifying warmth of the air on her stone cold skin, it wasn’t just her skin that felt chilled, she felt bitter throughout her flesh, deep into her bones.
Under her back felt cold and unrelenting. At her slightest movement she felt the coarse surface grate at her flesh. The realisation that her shoulders and hips ached caused her to attempt to bring her arms and legs in close to her, but as she drew them in she felt a sudden tightening around her wrists and ankles as her limbs came to an abrupt stop and she felt a sudden panic rise within her as she realised she was restrained. Immediately she was fully awake, her eyes wide open, searching the darkness desperately, trying to work out where she was. She struggled frenziedly against her bonds but the more she thrashed around the more the ropes tightened around her ankles and wrists. Her eyes stung as tears formed and scalded her as they ran down her cheeks. She tried in vain to twist her head round to look behind her as she became aware of a low, flickering light becoming gradually closer and brighter from the rear of the room. Soon the source of the light hung directly above her tear stained face and she could see now it was the flickering glow of a candle within a lantern. It was held by an ethereal figure that loomed over her. His skin was pale almost to the point of being translucent; his eyes were dark, deep set and lifeless with no hint of emotion; his jet black hair fell in soft waves to his shoulders. His naked torso was pallid but toned and he wore black leather trousers secured with a heavy studded leather belt.
The figure reached down towards Lara’s face with one of his cadaverous hands and she felt him scrape one of his long claw like nails up her frozen cheek, collecting her tears on his talon. As he raised his hand away from her she could see that the tears he had taken from her cheek were formed of pure red blood. The figure raised his finger to his lips and slowly licked the tears of blood from the nail. As he did so he closed his eyes and let out a small groan of almost sexual pleasure. Lara, watching him, frozen, wide eyed with terror, began to cry silently again. The tears rolled down her cheeks and this time a few tears began to trickle into her mouth, as they did they warmed Lara’s frigid mouth, the taste of the blood was exquisite to her and the warmth began to spread from her mouth and down her throat enflaming her whole icebound being.
The creature, if that’s what he was; Lara had decided whatever he was, he was not human, went by the name of Incubus. He moved around to the foot of the table to where Lara’s feet were tied to each corner with a slim white rope, her knees were bent so that her heels touched her buttocks and her thighs and lower legs were bound to each other so she was unable to move from the position that forced her buttocks up to the edge of the table, leaving her sex exposed and vulnerable. Her arms were stretched wide above her head to the corners of the top of the table, causing the firm mounds of her breasts to be thrust upwards, her frozen nipples erect.
Incubus placed a long fingernail at Lara’s throat and languidly trailed it down her body, between her breasts, over the gentle mound of her stomach to her groin where he let it glide softly between the lips of her pussy. Lara found she wasn’t afraid; deep within her chest she felt some kind of connection to her captor and she craved his calm, composed touch. Incubus cupped her breasts now with his skeleton like hands, his flesh as icy as hers. As he massaged them firmly Lara arched her back as much as her bonds would allow, pushing herself upwards into his touch. Still cupping her breasts he took her hardened nipples between his thumb and forefinger and slowly rolled them, squeezing them hard as he did so. Lara gasped with pain but lightning bolts of pleasure were shooting from her tingling breasts across her chest. Between her legs, wetness began to glisten on her neatly trimmed pubic hair. Incubus stepped back and dropped to his knees at the foot of the table. Continuing to move deliberately yet delicately he parted the lips of her pussy with his fingers and tasted her wetness with his tongue, which felt to Lara as smooth and cold as marble. She groaned with pleasure, the vulnerability of being powerless to move fuelling her arousal; this stranger that she felt such a mysterious affinity with igniting a passion in her she had never experienced before. Having tasted her, Incubus placed a lingering, delicate kiss upon Lara’s aroused clitoris; her head tipped back with the overwhelming pleasure mounting between her legs, her pulsing clit sending waves of tingling pleasure down her thighs and up into her stomach and she moaned softly. Gracefully he ran his tongue downwards, past her desperately aroused pussy towards her ass. Lara felt herself tense, never having been touched there before, but still there was no fear; she instinctively trusted him and allowed herself to relax and enjoy the unfamiliar gratification he was providing her. As he reached her tight hole and she gasped with surprise as he probed her with his tongue, but soon she was mewing with bliss, letting out a tiny moan of disappointment as Incubus stepped back from her.
Lara heard the sounds of Incubus undressing and in moments he was once again stood close to her at the foot of the table. Lara could see he was completely hairless and his cock was fully erect and he held it in his hand. Moving even closer to her he placed the head of his swollen cock against her tight ass and slowly but firmly pushed against her. To Lara he felt far too big, as if she would never be able to accept him inside her and she whimpered slightly at the raw pain of him stretching her and again the scalding tears began to roll down her cheeks; but Incubus was unrelenting and as he thrust more firmly against her the head of his cock was deep inside her ass. Lara let out a cry of pain but at the same time delighted in the pleasure of feeling so full of her captor. She felt filled and stretched in a way she never had before, deep inside her, up in to the very pit of her stomach, and the tears that fell now were from a mixture of not only pain but complete euphoria. The endorphins that were flooding her body made her light headed and after the initial shock had subsided she yearned to feel Incubus even deeper inside her. Incubus did not disappoint his captive; with each thrust he rammed his cock further and further into Lara’s ass, making her groan hard as he pumped her until his balls were slapping against her as they fucked. Lara’s back stung as she was rubbed roughly against the crude wooden table and her wrists and ankles burned as she was slammed against her bonds by the force of the pounding she was receiving but she didn’t care, she had never felt pleasure like it and mixed with the searing pain it was simultaneously inflicting upon her, her body felt more alive than she ever had before. It was as if every nerve ending in her body was being stimulated and she was physically and mentally overwhelmed. Lara knew it wouldn’t be long before she was cumming hard and the feeling of complete restraint as she writhed against her bonds just spurred her on even more.
Incubus reached a hand to her pussy and with the lightest of touches placed a single finger on the tip of her craving clit. She couldn’t help but cry out with the intensity of the arousal as he did so and as he tenderly brushed his finger against her in tiny circles she was tipped into the most breathtaking orgasm she had ever experienced. Incubus placed his free hand over her mouth, suppressing the screams that involuntarily came from his prisoner and this served to intensify her pleasure. He continued to fuck her ass, brutally now, as she climaxed. Lara felt completely at his mercy both externally as she was secured by his bonds but also inside herself as her body submitted completely, accepting his cock filling her deep within herself. As she reached the height of her orgasm Lara shook violently as the pleasure surged around every part of her being and she completely relinquished control. As she came Lara’s already tight ass clenched around Incubus’ cock and with that he exploded deep inside her filling her with his scorching seed.
Lara was filled with an intense heat and she knew from the way his cum seemed to thaw her frozen core that something about her had changed, she somehow didn’t feel quite human; all her body heat had left her and yet she had never felt more alive………

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Fantasm

The Templar Belles – Parts I – VII

A secret society which counts among them some of the most powerful men in the world welcomes a new crop of girls to their initiation ceremony. But even as the old guard celebrate their hedonistic traditions, the emergence of two new members heralds a new epoch for the order, and the true destiny of their chosen flock shall be revealed.

Fantasm

The Phantom’s New Toy

The grey stone building stood before Cassandra rather interestingly, the mock Tudor fronting grayed to some extent by years of pollution. The black paint on the door was pealing slightly. Irony had taken its turn, placing it at 23 Acacia Avenue, next to the mythical whore of Iron maiden fame. The numbers were faintly unaligned, leaning away from each other at the top. Blood red roses climbed the front amongst ivy. A large brass knocker sat to the left of the door.
Cassandra hoped she was appropriately dressed, in a short purple jacket, three quarter length jeans and a flowery blouse. Her shoulder length blond hair hung slightly in front of her wire-framed glasses. She had put on her favorite stripy socks and black ballet flats too, in the thought that comfort took precedence to appearance. In her left hand, she held a tattered piece of paper and between her thumb and forefinger a silver ring, with three skulls adorning it. Gingerly, she raised the knocker and let it fall, the echo sounding through the empty street.
The door opened, as if mechanically powered, buzzing and humming slightly. Inside there was a small entrance room, dimly lit and decorated in dark reds and ebony. A red velvet chaise lounge sat to the left of the room. The floor was of a dark mahogany boarding with a red rug in the centre of the room. An empty coat rack stood to the right of the door. Standing in the centre was a youngish tall woman of about twenty-five. She was wearing a white high-necked Victorian blouse, a knee length black skirt and calf length high-heeled boots increasing her appearance of height further. Her hands were behind her back, and she turned to Cassandra.
Hurriedly and nervously, Cassandra blurted out, “A man gave me these.” She held the ring and paper forward, towards the woman.
The woman’s gaze moved to the ring, then in a soft sultry voice she said, “I am Jill, I will inform the others that our guest is here.” As she turned and headed to a door, Cassandra noticed her hands were lashed together with a thin cord tied in a bow behind her back. “Wait here,” Jill said leaving Cassandra alone.
A minute past, though to Cassandra it felt like five. Her mind drifted back to the previous evening. She was sitting alone in the bar of the Raven, drinking a vodka and cranberry and quietly listening to the Cure, when a biker walked over to the bar. His long and fiery hair hung so it partially hid his face in the dark of the bar. He reached into his black leather jacket and produced a crisp note with which he ordered a glass of champagne and a shot of absinthe. He poured the absinthe into the champagne, took off his silver ring, the one Cassandra was now holding, and put it in the glass. From his jeans, he produced a piece of paper, scribbled on it then passed the glass and paper to Cassandra before leaving silently. The paper contained the address of this building and the words “The Phantom”. Intrigued she had decided to investigate the following morning.
The reappearance of jill awoke her from her daydreaming. Though this time she was without the boots, her hands remained bound. Her toenails were painted the same crimson as the wallpaper. jill’s bare feet made a quiet, moist patting sound on the hard wooden floor. With a glance she gestured to the coat stand and then to a small end table beside. In the same sultry voice she said, “They will see you now, you may leave your coat and those over there.”
Cassandra laid the note and ring on the table carefully, then slowly removed her jacket and hung it on the coat stand, noticing an ebony cane with a silver skull hand-grip in the stand. Then, crossing her arms across her chest, she turned and followed jill through a side door and down a wrought iron staircase. The staircase wound round a grey stone pillar in a sandstone lined shaft, continuing for about three floors under the soil.
The staircase ended into a torch lit stone corridor, which stretched out into the distance. Every now and then, there would be a large iron bound oak door in a vaulted arch recess along the walls. The only sounds as jill led Cassandra down the corridor was the crackle of the torches and the soft echo of their feet on the hard stone floor, forming a primitive rhythm that causes Cassandra’s mind to wander to tribal images.
They stopped outside one of the doors. The biker from the previous night arrived from the other direction with another woman. His leathers and jeans were gone, in their place was a white renaissance shirt and tight leather britches. The metal heels on his boots clicked in time with the rattle of the side buckles under the folded tops. The fiery hair no longer covered his face, but was instead, tied back into a ponytail and a white mask obscured the left and upper parts of his face in its place. The woman wore a black leather full corset, with a black thong and garter. Her black knee length boots made a sharp striking sound as the stiletto heel hit the floor. A studded leather collar adorned her milky white neck and long black lace gloves her arms. The slight breeze from the torches caused her raven black hair to wave gently.
He spoke in a deep tone that echoed through the empty corridor, “I’ve business to attend to; I shall leave you with Mistress Elizabeth here. She should attend to you very well indeed.” There was a slight smile on his face as he said the last sentence, hinting at a darker context. Cassandra watched as he walked down the passage, her lips moistening at the thought of him.
Mistress Elizabeth gestured to a door with her left hand, and then commanded with a strong English accent, “Take them off and go through there.” She gestured towards Cassandra.
Cassandra looked back nervously, “Take what off? Miss?”
Elizabeth grabbed Cassandra’s right leg, and then pulled off her ballet flat, then her sock, moving on to the left leg, she said, “It will be Ma’am or Mistress from now on, girl.” The stone floor was cold under her feet and she shivered as her right foot went down. Elizabeth threw the shoes and socks into a small alcove and pushed the now barefoot Cassandra through the door, then proceeded to remove her own boots, zipping them down slowly. Around her ankles, tight to the skin were two silver anklets.
A thin brilliant red PVC padding upholstered the walls on the inside of the room, which made a slight sucking noise as Cassandra stumbled across the floor. jill had stood in against the far wall, upright, facing away from the door. In the centre of the room stood a padded bench, about waist height with stocks at the base and covered in the same red material. A few feet away stood a small table with a selection of objects, covered by a red silken cloth, and a small box below.
Elizabeth entered the room as Cassandra was standing up. She moved to jill and untied her hands. She placed the cord on the table, and pulled out the box. Turning to Cassandra, she thrust the box forward.
“Both of you, strip, now! Put the clothes in the box when you are done.” She commanded.
jill immediately replied, “Yes Mistress.” Then began to remove her blouse, followed by her skirt, beneath which was a violet bra and thong, which she removed, starting with the straps and placing each item in the box.
Hesitant and quivering, when the eyes turned to her, Cassandra barely managed to get out a sound. “Yes, Mistress.” She called, quietly. Slowly, Cassandra unbuttoned her blouse, then the fly of her jeans, slipping them off, right leg first, then the left. Her blouse came of next, floating gently into the box, followed by her black brassiere then her black lace French knickers, slightly moist from her vagina.
Once all the clothes were placed in the box, it was replaced under the table. The two now naked girls stood either side of the bench in the middle of the room, Cassandra shaking slightly. Without words, Elizabeth reached under the cloth, leaving it in place to increase the anticipation. She withdrew her hand holding two leather collars, one red and the other black. Both had a silver ring at the front and a small locking mechanism at the back. The red one was placed around jill’s neck and the lock clicked into place. Then the black one was locked around the neck of the quivering Cassandra.
Cassandra was then pushed to her knees before the bench by Elizabeth, who then proceeded to lock Cassandra’s feet in the oaken stocks. They fitted tightly round her ankles and slowed the blood partially, causing a flush of pink to appear and disappear. Elizabeth forced her over the bench and fastened the ring of the collar to a concealed ring on the other side. This caused Cassandra to be bent full over, exposing her bare buttocks and moistening vagina. Waving her arm to the table, Elizabeth gestured to jill. With that, jill pulled back the cloth revealing several leather cuffs and restraints, a ball gag and a long thin riding crop. She handed two of the restraints to Elizabeth, who then slipped them over Cassandra’s wrists and upper arms, and locked them in a cross position, so her arms were folded behind her back. Elizabeth then took up the riding crop, toyed with it, swinging gently into her hand then to her lips, slightly smudging her purple lipstick.
Anticipating the coming strike, Cassandra held her breath and tensed the muscles of her body. Her thighs tightened, teasing the reddening lips of her vagina apart. She pulled at her arm restraints and pushed into the bench to prepare for the blow. But there was to be more tension before that, as Elizabeth was not simply a crude sadist, but rather a perfectionist at her game.
Elizabeth put the crop down on the table and took a pair of red leather ankle cuffs, the same colour of the collar worn by jill. She grabbed jill’s left ankle and turned it behind the girl’s back, slipped the cuff over and tightened the buckle and released it to the floor. This she repeated with the other leg, seizing the ankle from standing, placing the cuff over and releasing it to the floor. Then she took a pair of joined red leather handcuffs from the table and affixed them over jill’s wrists. Kneeling on the floor she opened two small flaps in the padding in front of where Cassandra was bound and pulled out two small steel rings. She grabbed jill’s ankles and locked the restraints into the rings, holding her spread-eagled, with her vagina straight in Cassandra’s face. Then she walked to the edge of the room, by the door, opened a hidden panel and flicked a switch. A chain descended from the ceiling above jill’s head. Elizabeth clipped this to the handcuffs then flicked another switch, causing the chain to pull tight, stretching jill’s arms above her head.
“Lick it slowly, make her quiver with excitement,” she commanded fastening the ball gag around jill’s mouth, and securing it tightly in place. The stretching of her arms and licking of Cassandra’s long nimble tongue caused jill’s face to contort showing an exquisite mixture longing agony and orgasmic pleasure. Cassandra saw out of the corner of her eye, Elizabeth raise the crop from the table, but dared not to stop licking jill’s throbbing clitoris.
Elizabeth swung the crop backwards through the air, her body pivoted from the balls of her feet, her hips turning round. Then she brought the crop downwards, her hips turning into the blow, increasing the speed further as it cut the air. The crop landed on Cassandra, but not her buttocks or vagina as she had expected but on the sole of her left foot. The pain and surprise cause Cassandra to jump forward fractionally but the stocks held her feet tightly in place as a second strike hit her right sole. A third strike came to the right cheek of her humped backside. Then a fourth to the left cheek, followed by a fifth then a sixth, the continual assault alternating between sides of her buttocks.
The stifled moans of jill and the groaning of Cassandra as she kept up the lapping at her groin between lashes of the crop. Cassandra’s nipples tugged gently at the cushion as they hardened under the wave of endorphins. The whipping stopped and together both girls came. The warm fluid poring into Cassandra’s mouth and down between her thighs, dampening them in waves. The sweet taste of jill’s discharge against the bitter taste of her flesh caused Cassandra’s tongue to throb and lick faster, savoring every second.
The door of the chamber creaked on its iron hinges as it swung open and the biker returned, naked apart from the mask and a belt, slung diagonally from his right shoulder to his left thigh. At the end of the belt was a coiled whip; it was an unusual light tan colour, due to the unusual material of its construction. The inner core of it was made from a strong but supple braid of calf leather, but the outer layer was angel shark skin, covered with thousands of tiny teeth. In his left hand he held a chain leash, with the leather loop around his wrist.
He waved Elizabeth aside, gestured to jill and said, “Untie her and bring her along shortly, I will take this one now.” He knelt down and unlocked the stocks, and then unhooked the ring connected to Cassandra’s collar and attached the leash to the collar, leaving her arms tied behind her back. He tugged her to standing, she winced as her feet touched the floor, but sharply pulled her self together and was led out of the room as Elizabeth was untying jill.
He led her into a room further down the corridor. This room was larger, and stone clad, with a vaulted wooded ceiling; three oak crossbeams spanned the walls, dividing it into three quarters. The only furnishings in this room were a large mahogany cupboard at the end and a small wrought iron cage, just big enough for a human. He stood Cassandra in the first half of the room, then walked over to the cupboard and opened it. Inside were various whips, paddles and restraints. Ropes and chains were coiled at the base with various toys. Centre place in the display was a rapier with a silver basket hilt, in the shape of an omega.
“Come here.” He called to Cassandra as he took two ankle cuffs from the cupboard.
She replied, more confidant than with Elizabeth, “Yes, Master.” Then she walked over to him, and raised her left leg to allow him to place the cuff over her foot and tighten the buckle, and then the right was raised and secured in the same fashion. She began to tremble slightly, and her legs, still wet from her cum, tensed pushing her vagina open and her clitoris up and forward. He loosened the arm restraints, and then took a bridle-like gag from a peg on the door of the cupboard. It rested awkwardly in her mouth as he positioned the straps, then as he tightened them it became more natural and comfortable in her mouth. She was then led to the other half of the room.
Her ankles were again bound, though this time by the leather restraints to short chains on the floor, holding them apart. Her hand restraints were then fixed to two chains hung from the crossbeam, holding her in a cross shape, on her tiptoes.
A dull thud sounded from behind her as the whip on his belt uncoiled. He pulled back, his arm tucked in close, with his body turning, like a boxer about to throw a right cross. The air screamed with a sharp sound as he brought it to bear on her back, then flicked it back quickly, allowing the reversed teeth of the sharkskin to bite into her flesh for just a fraction of a second. Her muffled scream caused his body to quiver and his sizable penis began to stiffen. He took another strike, the minute cuts of the teeth providing a multitude of after stings from the initial slashing of the whip. Both their bodies pounded with the blood as a third strike landed home on her back, causing it to bleed from the cuts.
Mistress Elizabeth and jill entered the room at this point, jill, without her restraints, crawling on the floor with Elizabeth holding a leash to her collar. Elizabeth still in the corset had put her boots back on, but removed her thong and the cups from the corset, revealing her pert breasts and glistening vagina. She took the cage from the corner and set it in front of Cassandra. Then she undid the leash from jill, and forced her into the cage and locked it shut, so jill’s body was folded tightly restricting all her movement. He turned to watch as she did this gently rubbing the blood and sweat into Cassandra’s back, causing her to moan as it stung deeply.
Elizabeth ran her hand along a selection of vibrators at the base of the cupboard, the Master nodded as her hand moved over a long black one and over a broad silver one, both of which she picked up. They were then turned on, the black one was placed in jill’s exposed vagina, then the chrome one in her rectum, spreading it open. The sphincter closed around it pulling it further into her body. As the caged jill moaned softly to the vibrators, Elizabeth moved to his side.
He struck her hard on her flanks with both hands, he took Elizabeth to the cupboard and picked up the rapier from the centre of the pile, drawing its shining blade. He held it against Elizabeth’s breasts; the cold steel hardened her nipples. He groaned to himself and walked up to Cassandra. Elizabeth undid Cassandra’s leg restraints as he stroked her gently with the tip of the sword, bringing it down her cheek, then across her chest, stopping at each nipple. Then down her stomach to her vagina, the cold blade causing it to bit round it, the fluids running down the edge of the blade as she came at the merest touch of the blade.
Finally, ending the anticipation she’d felt since she’d first walked through the door of the building, he grabbed her, his nails digging into the flesh of her thighs. His cock teased apart the lips of her vagina as he began thrusting. Like a jackhammer he pounded harder and harder. Elizabeth caressed Cassandra’s back with a pinwheel as he pounded at her front. The over stimulation and release of pleasure cause Cassandra to bit hard into the gag and try to scream as her whole body shocked with orgasm. His body stuttered to, as he pulled his phallus out. The veins on the side of his shaft bulged. Quickly he turned and came over the still writhing jill’s cage, covering her body in a wave of semen. The adrenaline left Cassandra’s body, as somehow she knew this spectacle was over; she then fainted into her restraints.
She awoke in silken sheets on a soft bed, her cuts had been dressed with cold damp bandages, and a gentle breeze blew from a window to the outside. She was lying face down, with jill, sitting beside her, fully dressed again in the Victorian blouse and skirt. She moved her left leg and felt a gentle tugging as she pulled against a thin metal ring round her ankle chained to the bed. jill noticed she was awake, and softly said, “Sleep now, the Master was pleased with you, tonight will be greater still.” Then she quietly slipped out through the door, as Cassandra drifted off in to a dreamless sleep, the cuff giving a strange feeling of security.

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