Britwitch's Cottage

[jack80]

the only thing I've learned about britain is from top gear ...."

A random candygram says.. though there are many sweet chocolates to enjoy.

 

[Noon_Shadow]

He had gained entry easily enough into the cottage. You'd think a woman, way out here by herself, might take more precautions than she did. It was almost as though she wanted unwelcome visitors....that was a contradiction in terms that was difficult to push past. He shook his head thoughtfully as he comfortably plopped down on a chair near the fireplace, stretching out as though he owned the place, waiting for her to reenter the room and find him there. He wore a cocky, self-satisfied grin on his lips as he sat there.

He was very well dressed today, as though for business. He had a well-tailored suit with an expensive, blue shit beneath, and a silk red tie around his neck, dangling down his front. He resisted the urge to tap his foot as he waited.

 

[Britwitch]

The basket creaked as I carried it back inside the cottage, filled with logs ready to fuel the fire. My steps falter a little when I step into the house to see I have a visitor. He must have come in when I was in the woodshed.

Smiling, a little uncertainly, I moved across the room to put the wood basket beside the fireplace - next to where he has chosen to sit.

I knew he'd come. Sooner or later.

"I wondered when I might see you...oh and thank you, for the flowers..."

I say, moving away slightly to lean against the end of the couch. The long dress I'm wearing covers my figure right down to the floor. A seam under the bust ensures my chest is displayed to it's full potential, with a fairly low neckline making doubly sure. The blood red hue of the fabric highlights the warmth in my dark hair and the relative paleness of my skin.

"So...what brings you to the woods today...?"

 

[Noon_Shadow]

His eyes lazily lifted up, from where they'd been glancing off to the side, dragging up her figure, making her very aware of his gaze. He smiled, thoughtfully, as his eyes reached her face, locking onto her eyes with a bit of intensity. He gives her a small nod and then licks his lips. "Yes, what brings me indeed?" She was standing, as he remained seated, but he sat up slightly, following her as she backed away a couple of feet and leaned against the couch. His grin grew wider as he let his eyes trail down her shoulders, studying her dress and the way she wore, dragging down to the floor and back up.

"What could bring me out here, to the middle of where, where there is no one but yourself and the quiet woods pressing, nothing to intrude upon our privacy. And you, there, dolled as though you have nothing to fear." He rose steadily, his stride full of arrogant self-assurance as he stepped toward her, his body sliding across hers until he stood in front of her. He was now looking down into her big blue eyes, opening widely for him as his body was pressed right up against hers.

"But you KNOW that there are dangerous things that can interfere with your solitude, my dear."

 

[Britwitch]

There is something in those eyes, something that should send me running...but it doesn't. Far from it.
His words are slowly spoken, with the tone of one discussing the weather but we both know there are hidden depths, hidden messages in what he says.

In a smooth, confident movement he rises and before I can really register it, he is in front of me, against me. My chin tilts higher so I can maintain eye contact, trying not to think of how much taller he was, how much stronger...

"Danger?"

I repeat the word, an eyebrow quirking slightly.

"There are many dangers in the word, many more that linger in the shadows of the woods...but I do know they are there and try to avoid them..."

My eyes leave his face to trail down over the expanse of his chest, currently pressed tightly against my own, noting the breadth of his shoulders before looking back up into his face.

"...but sometimes knowing and trying are not enough, are they?"

 

[Noon_Shadow]

He was looking down at her, smiling to himself. It was all too clear what he was thinking this moment, as his eyes panned down to the swell of her breasts, pushed up by her chest. He felt them resting against his own chest, felt her breathing, heard the slight sounds of her inhaling and exhaling. He kept his hands at his sides, as hers remained at her own. He was restraining himself at the moment, letting the tension build before he pounced. If there was one thing he knew thoroughly, it was how to build tension.

"Very true. There some dangers against which no precautions can truly protect you-like meteors falling from the sky. They are nearly an irresistible force, against which any defenses you might prepare are useless. However..."

He pauses and leans closer, inhaling the scent of her. His lips light brush against her skin and then he holds his mouth near her ear, whispering quietly as he finishes his sentence. "...there are SOME than bitches like welcome, aren't there? Living out alone in the woods is not FATE, but a choice, and one that invites a certain type of attention. My type."

His tongue flicked out against her earlobe, stroking it, and then he pulled back, his eyes locking down into hers. He feels like a snake, holding a bird entrance with a stare, as his bright green eyes shine down into her dark blue irises. His lips curl upward, almost a cruel, sadistic grin. He keeps his body pressed flush against hers, crotch to chest, as his hands finally reach up and press on her hips, letting her realize that she's trapped.

"Time to turn your brain on, you stupid slut. Just what do you think is going to happen to you here, now? This no fairy tale, where some noble prince is going to ride in to the rescue in the nick of time. You're trapped here with me, the only thing protecting you is that slutty dress of yours. What do you imagine is going to happen to you? I am going to take what I want from you, I am going to make you into my little whore. You're not going to get away, and I'm going to use whatever force is necessary to get what I want. I'll even have you begging for it, by the end. And the nasty reality is that you brought it on yourself."

As he spoke, he kept his voice calm and level, even as his face turned into something more evil. His hands that had rested on her hips tightened down their grip, until his fingers were digging into her skin harshly. He licked his lips ominously as he looked down at her body thoughtfully, imagining the things he was going to be doing to it very shortly.

"But I wonder if that's what you've been aching for all along."

 

[Britwitch]

She can feel her heart rate increase by several knots as his eyes move over her. Especially when combined with his words, and his tone. He hasn't touched her, aside from leaning against her, and yet she feels just as paralysed as she would had he tied her to the spot. She could probably wriggle out from between him and the couch, probably should but She doesn't. She can't.

Her breath hitches as he leans closer, breath dangerously warm, his words slicing through to her core, increasing her nerves, increasing her awareness of the situation. The reality of what he speaks.

She wants to say that living alone isn't necessarily an invitation for company. That company such as this has to want to come calling. And want to with some real urgency to travel the extensive distance between her cottage and the rest of the world. But she doesn't.
Because even if that were true, she still left her door unlocked, didn't she...?

A gasp as strong fingers take hold of her hips, making sure the time for escape has passed. Instinct makes her hands rise to his chest, pushing, trying vainly to put some small space between them. Suddenly feeling small and vulnerable.

What I think is going to happen and what I imagine is going to happen may not be all that different but I suspect my thoughts and wishes are going to have little sway in the proceedings.

Hands push a little harder, he doesn't move an inch. Her insides starting to tingle with nerves. He's right. Out here there is no 'rescue', there is no 'getting away'. They both know at least part of what he says is correct.

He will take what he wants.

She will try to fight it, try to hold onto some semblance of dignity.

They both know she will most likely fail.

And that is what makes him so dangerous.

You can try...

Her voice is soft. Not a challenge, not a threat. Somewhere between and invitation and surrender.

He was going to make her his, all she could do was try to delay that fact for as long as possible.

 

[Noon_Shadow]

His eyes had successfully held her entranced, at least for the moment. As he had somehow known it would. There was a part of her, he suspected, that reveled in being caught. As hie eyes leered down at her, he wet his lips-he knew that regardless what she felt, he was definitely going to take her. As he pressed against her, he let her feel the outline of his cock growing hard beneath his pants, pressed against her crotch and her stomach. He laughed softly beneath his breath, looking into her eyes as the thoughts behind them began to process.

Whatever trance he held over her had finally broken. Her hands came up, pushing against his chest. It was a weak effort, at best. He shook his head, responding to her words. "Oh, my dear, I think you'll find that your thoughts will very MUCH become relevant. Though you're right, your wishes will probably matter little to me...until they match mine." His grin is completely sadistic now as he lets the truth of her plight, the horror in his words. He growled as she began to shove harder at his chest, secretly reveling in it.

She wasn't making much of a dent with her shoving, though. He reached up and grabbed the back of her head, his fingers curling down into her hair, tightening in, tugging it. He pulled her head toward his and leaned down, forcing her into a kiss, claiming her lips. His mouth swallowed her protests, and he kept his hand on the back of her head, not letting her pull away. He lightly ran his tongue over her lips, even as they remained sealed together, refusing to yield. He laughed against as he pulled back. She was looking at him again.

You can try... she said, and then she shoved him again, managing to shove him back and dislodge him. But before she could slip away, he reached out and grabbed her by the arm. He twisted on it, forcing it behind her back, and then put pressure on it to roughly force her up against the wall, slamming her face into it. And he was pressed behind her. His hand came down and he smack her ass, hard, letting the sound of it ring out through the cabin. His breath was hot on the back of her neck as he leaned into her, his body pressing against her from behind. "Trying is just the beginning, bitch. And that was a bad fucking move, girl." His voice was a harsh, threatening growl. He pressed up against her from behind, letting her feel his erection once against pressing against her, this time right against the curve of her ass. He slapped it again, hard, listening to her yelp.

He tried to keep her pinned into place as his other hand slipped around in front of her. He grabbed at her breasts, groping them roughly, speaking into her ear again. "I'm gonna tie you up and fuck you until you're too tired to squeal for me any more. I'm going to use this sweet body of yours the way it was meant to be used, by fucking it until you're a limp pile. And I promise I won't be gentle-you're gonna be bruised all over." His hand dragged down her stomach and then moved between her thighs, cupping against her sex through her skin. He moved his hand against it, gripping her roughly by the crotch. "And your pussy is going to wrap itself right against my cock while it's being fucked to high heaven." Noon's lips began to kiss against the back and side of her neck, lips and tongue and teeth moving experimentally against her skin. He smacked her ass again. "And the real secret is, this is what you wanted all along, isn't it, slut? To have it taken from you by force?"

His teeth lightly sunk into her neck, then, threateningly. He didn't bite, though, not breaking the skin, but the threat was clear. He then leaned up to her ear, whispering in a husky growl. "But first I'm going to have to do something about this slutty red dress...." He let that threat hang in the air for a moment. He left her hands free for now, as well. Let the bitch fight.

 

[Britwitch]

The harsh kiss came as a surprise but she fought it, privately proud that she managed it. Somehow keeping her lips as closed as she could against the probing, stroking, of his tongue. The grip on her hair forced her back to arch, pushing her chest tighter against his.

As he released his hold a little she knew it was stupid to try to run but she had to.

She had to.

The air was driven from her lungs as he shoved her against the wall. Cheek pressed cruelly against it as his body made short work of making as much contact with her as possible.

Every rough grope through her clothes, every slap send terrifying feelings racing through her body. Her panic was rising rapidly but, what scared her more, was how she felt her body reacting to his threats, his promises. There was a worrying tingle deep inside her core, that was slowly, ever so slowly, starting to grow and pulse. There was something about being manhandled so confidently, so brazenly that did things she didn't want to acknowledge.

Things she knew he was only too well aware of. Fortunately the dress hid them, for now.
The humiliating stiffening of nipples under his palm, the embarassing moistening of her sex beneath the fabric that for now kept it safe.
How the talk of being tied played and replayed through her mind. Visions of being restrained, spread, trapped danced dangerously through her mind. She tried to block the thoughts, to clear her mind but it was a battle she was never going to win.

"And the real secret is, this is what you wanted all along, isn't it, slut? To have it taken from you by force?"

"No..."

If it sounded pathetic in her head it sounded a million times worse when it left her lips. It sounded weak, and what made it so much worse was how it tailed off into a whine as teeth latched onto her neck. Onto that spot. Her hips twitched, a reaction that was far too quick to be able to stop, pushing back for a fraction of a second against his crotch. Her cheeks burnt red with embarassment, dreading what the consquences would be.

The comment about her dress lingered as the pressure on her arm vanished. Breathing shallow and rapid she turned slowly between him and wall, chin tilted so her eyes could meet his. There were very few options open to her.

She could try to run again, to push him aside and make a break for the door. She knew the woodland paths better than any visitor, she could hide easily. But he was bigger, stronger and quicker than she and should she manage to escape she didn't doubt the repercussions would be severe when he finally caught her.
Or she could give in. A choice she dismissed straight away. She couldn't just stand there and give him what he wanted. She couldn't.

Wetting her lips she knew this would most likely be her last chance to try and escape. Her last chance to get away, to stop the seemingly inevitable. At least if she tried she could console herself with that knowledge...later...

"To do something about it, you'd have to have hold of it."

She almost taunts before making a break for it. He's behind her almost as soon as she moves. The door is too far so she skirts around the kitchen table so that she is in the kitchen and he is on the other side. The huge piece of oak furniture between them. For now.

Her heart is racing as she realises she hasn't improved her situation at all. She's just put herself into a new corner

She watches him across the table. Trying to spot when he moves so she can at least try to get away. Eyes bright with nerves and tension, chest heaving slightly within the tightly panelled dress, cleavage rising and falling obscenely as she tries to control her breathing.

 

[Noon_Shadow]

He felt her shift, her weight moving, just a second before she spoke.

"To do something about it, you'd have to have hold of it."

He tried to grab at her again, but she was determined. She managed to get her shoulder into him and then slipped away, darting toward the door. He was quick on her tail, though, directly behind her, and he managed to cut her off. She slipped toward the kitchen table instead, hiding on the other side of it, as thought it were a shield. He smiled, condescendingly, as he paused on the other side of it. His eyes were the calm, hunting gaze of a predator, while hers were unmistakably the wide-eyed, panicked eyes of prey. He watched her eyes for a minute, big and blue as she tried to control her breathing, trying to watch him, and wanting to flinch at a moment.

"You keep making mistakes, slut. And they keep costing you. I was already going to make it hurt. What do you think I'm going to do to you now?" He chuckled as he watched her, resting his hands on the edge of the table, leaning forward. He then gave the heavy oaken wooden table a shove, pushing it directly into her. She seemed startled by that, but when he made to rush at her, she managed to slip away again, darting back toward the front door. He'd missed grabbing at her arm, but he had long legs and a quick strike and she...was wearing a dress. She managed to get the door open before he slammed into her, crashing her into the ground, halfway in the door. His body landed on top of hers, but she continued struggling, hands and legs pushing and kicking. She managed to strike him in the chin. He wrestled with her, grabbing at her arms, before finally managing to pin her, astride the doorway.

Her struggles continued until, he reared back and delivered an open handed slap to her face. As he did, his hand reached into his pocket, and he was flipping open his wicked looking pocket knife, the blade gleaming and cold. His left forearm pressed down slightly into her throat, just enough pressure to let her know he was serious, that he could just as well lean down on her and strangle her, as he brought the blade up to where she could see it. "What to do with you now? he pondered. He felt her breathing hard underneath him, her chest still rising and falling as he kept her pinned down, and watched her eyes. He moved the blade toward her cheek, sneering. He let her feel the cool touch of metal on her skin, let her see the sharp tip threatening to puncture her skin. Her eyes remained wide, watching, and he continued to look into them.

The blade dragged down her cheek, down the side of her neck, even as his forearm continued to keep her head pinned down against the ground. It passed where she could no longer see the blade, but he kept the flat of the cold metal on her skin, moving on her shoulder, and then across the top of her chest. He was careful, for now, not to mark the skin, but his eyes were full of the immiment threat, as though he might mark her any second. The top curve of her breasts felt the kiss of the cool metal, even as they continued to rise with her rapid breathing. He moved against them...until the blade rested right between them. He looked down into her eyes. "Now it's really time to get to business."

 

[Britwitch]

For a few fleeting seconds she actually thought she had done it. The door was open. She could see the trees outside. Smell the fresh air. Feel a slightly breeze on her face. She was so close to getting away. And then the woods vanished from her view to be replaced by the wooden boards of the floor.

As they hit the floor she struggled like a wild animal, kicking, bucking, beneath the weight that was pinning her down. She managed to twist around so she was upon her back and was about to drive her knee sharply upwards when her cheek exploded with pain. Eyes watered as her cheek throbbed and stung. Rendering her momentarily helpless.

A moment was all he needed.

Pressure was applied firmly to her throat and the wicked gleam of the blade shone into her eyes.

"What to do with you now?"

She winced as the blade lowered and made contact with her face. She stopped her struggles instantly. She didn't want to knock his hand and cause her face to be cut. Her breathing was erratic and still much too quick as the knife moved lazily across her skin.

She could see in his eyes he was loving every moment of this. Enjoying tormenting her. His eyes never left hers, their gaze pinning her in place just as effectively as his body was doing.

She trembled as the knife reached her chest. Dangerously cold metal against warm skin.

"Now it's really time to get to business."

She winced again, knowing that one of two things would happen. The knife would either pierce her dress or her flesh. One would be the end. One would only be the beginning.

"Please..."

She heard herself whimper with a shake of her head, or at least as much of a shake as she could manage with his arm over her throat. But was she begging for him to stop, or begging for the torment simply to end and the real torture to begin. She wasn't entirely sure she knew.

Dark hair fanned out beneath her, arms partially pinned by their position. Whatever happened now was beyond her control although she doubted she'd had any true control from the moment he arrived.

 

[Noon_Shadow]

He liked the feel of her body pinned beneath him. Her supple curves pressed up against his, his hips were pressed down against her crotch, and he could taste the slight flavor of mint on her breath as she looked up at him, pleading. A single word, she spoke, "Please," which he ignored entirely as he studied her. The moment drag out. He let her recognize the uncomfortable sensation of his hard cock pressed up against her thigh. He watched as the the suggest of a handprint began to appear on her cheek.

"Stupid slut. But now the games are over." He moved the knife back up to her throat, and held there, before he grabbed her, scooping her up, pulling her into him. He held the knife in place, letting her know that games were over with as he pulled her completely back into the cottage. The door was closed, and then he locked it for good measure behind her before he shoved her back roughly into it. His body continued to remain a visceral presence right on top of her, not letting her out of his grip. The knife at her throat held her still for the moment. His face moved down to press against hers, his cheek on hers, his lips right next to her ear. "You are mine, now."

He kept his cheek pressed against her, letting her feel his slow, collected breathing as his left hand begin to ball up her skirts, tugging on them, lifting them up her hips. He dragged them slowly high. "Spread those pretty legs for me, like you're a fucking ready whore. Come one." He urged her, and then he let the knife graze against her skin, enough to nick her neck. He was careful not to cut too deep, certainly not wanting to mar her skin, but definitely enough for her to the hot prick of her skin being broken on the blade, a couple of drops leaking out onto his knife. "It's a good thing you wore red..."As she complied, he managed to get her skirt hiked up high enough that his left hand could snake between her legs. It moved warmly against her thigh, and then dragged up, until it felt the material of her panties between her thighs. His palm cupped against her sex, the slight moistness of them evident on the tips of his fingers.

"You truly are a randy slut, aren't you?" He chuckled, continuing to stroke her sex with the tip of his finger as he pulled his head away, looking down into her eyes. The knife moved now, as she remained pinned back helplessly against the door, watching her reactions. He wet his lips as he moved to the straps of her dress. He could see clearly she wasn't wearing a bra-that was a pleasant thought. Her breasts were still deliciously rising and falling with her breath, contained by the tight dress holding them up. He pressed the knife against her shoulder and slid it between the strap of her dress. He looked away, back into her eyes, as he slowly tugged the knife upward, feeling the fibers of the dress straining against the sharp blade, the light pressure lifting it up until it finally was split. "Such a shame, to destroy something so lovely..." As he moved the knife over to begin cutting at the other strap, he let her ponder whether his words might also apply to her.

The dress sagged visibly as the second strap was cut, but didn't slide off of her completely. Her lovely breasts were still holding the material up. With a smile, he placed the blade between her breasts again, making sure she could still the drops of her own blood on it, before slowly beginning to carve down the center, even as he continued to tease her sex through her panties with his left hand.

 

[Britwitch]

He bundled her back inside with little effort, the heavy wooden door closed with an ominous sound. The outside world disappearing as he shut it and locked it. A soft groan as he crushed her against the wood, his body as close as it was possible to be against her. Every shaking breath that rocked her body brought her neck into contact with the knife, a constant reminder of what might happen should she try to end things before he was finished.

"You are mine, now."

She shivered, her insides tensing from a combination of fear, nervous excitement and whole host of other emotions she couldn't name in her panicked state. Movement below, the rustling of fabric and an instruction. Without a word she complied. Feet moving legs apart.
Then a hiss escaped her lips as she felt the knife break the skin of her neck. It wasn't a serious cut, she knew she wasn't hurt but it was yet another reminder of her precarious position in things. She held back a whine as a hand wound it's way beneath her dress and worked it's way up her leg until it reached the destination it sought.

She looked away, turning her head to the side, as fingers pushed against underwear. She knew what he would find, knew how it would make him feel.

"You truly are a randy slut, aren't you?"

She looked back just in time to see his gaze shift to hers. She didn't know what to say. To agree would be like admitting guilt, to deny it would only result in something far worse. Instead she tightened her jaw and refrained from comment. One cheek red from the slap, the other almost as red from humiliation.

The knife moved, allowing her to relax ever so slightly, trailing down and across to her dress. She could see red on the blade and knew it wasn't the reflection of her dress. It was blood. Her blood.

The dress tightened around her chest before slackening as the strap was cut.
It was both a blessing and curse that the size of her chest meant that even as the second strap met with a similar fate, the dress remained almost in place. She was still afforded some modesty but not for long.

Throughout it all his fingers moved over her sex through her underwear. She tried, will her might, not to react. Not to let her hips move, not to show anything on her face as to how it made her feel. How his sheer confidence, his dominance, was making her insides tremble like a leaf. But she couldn't stop her sex responding and she knew it was.

As the knife pushed down the material had little chance. A moment or so later and the dress gave in to the pressure upon it. Red material fluttering down to rest around her waist. Breasts bounced into view once the pressure upon them was gone, round and soft, sitting proudly on her chest. She looked away again, not wanting to see his face, not wanting to see how he looked at her, at them.

Instinct made hands rise to try and cover herself but she stopped the action half way through, eyes wide as she looked back at him. Hoping she hadn't made things somehow worse by doing so.

 

[Noon_Shadow]

His face was still held close to hers, so that he could stare intensely into her doe eyes, still big with fear. And he smiled broadly, to let her know just how much he was enjoying this particular moment, the scent of her, the taste of her nervous twinge in the air. He licked his lips as she turned away, and then glanced downward as the knife drew down, parting the material of her dress, until the entire red mess slipped off of her and puddled uselessly at her feet. And she was left standing amidst the ruins of her beautiful dress, trembling slightly, wearing only her panties for protection. And they would not be much against him.

He folded up his knife and placed it back into his pocket. He didn't that to control her. He didn't even the violence, or the threats of it, he knew. Not if he was only intent on getting what he wanted from her. But that wasn't the point. He knew that, on some level, she wanted him to fight her. And she wanted to right...and to lose. "Aren't you so precious...standing there, so vulnerable. So concerned with what's going to happen to you, despite knowing that you're going to enjoy every second of it."

He laughed again as his body pressed against hers. His hand cupped at the crotch of her panties once more, pressing against the wetness of her panties, and sliding his finger up and down on the material, stroking the length of her pussy through it. She stood prone as lower his mouth down to kiss her neck, lips and teeth moving on her skin. He flicked his tongue out, stroking the skin, and ran his bare teeth against her. Then his free hand came up and caught one of her hard nipples, which were standing proudly up in the slightly cool air. His fingers caught it, and he gave it a slightly cruel twist, turning it until he heard her whimper before letting her go. Then his hand lightly began to massage the same skin, intermingling soothing feelings with the burning tinglings of pain. "We're going to have such a delicious time together."

With a wicked laugh, he then grabbed her face, turning her head back to face his, and then claimed her mouth. His lips pressed into hers, smothering any cries of protest, as he kissed her, his tongue parting her lips. He closed his eyes, moaning softly into the poor witch's mouth while he kissed her.

 

[Britwitch]

"Aren't you so precious...standing there, so vulnerable. So concerned with what's going to happen to you, despite knowing that you're going to enjoy every second of it."

The wood was oddly warm at back as he thrust her back against it. Completely naked save for her underwear which was a flimsy barrier at best. Hands rose in an attempt to try and prevent the seemingly inevitable, landing on his shoulders and pushing as much as she could, whimpering as fingers continued to toy between her thighs.

Skin prickled with nerves as his mouth pressed against her neck. She knew he knew her, knew ways to effect her. Her neck being one of them. She tried to maintain the pressure against his chest with her arms, she did, but as his lips, teeth and tongue continued to tease her skin their pushing grew less pronounced. Her breathing grew slightly quicker.

She suddenly squirmed, between him and the door, whining as delicate bud was savagely twisted. The action causing her to try and shrink back, although there was no where she could really go. As the same hand began to stroke and rub the stinging flesh she felt terrifying feelings spreading through her body.

She was not going to enjoy this. She was not.

"We're going to have such a delicious time together."

The kiss was total. A plundering of her mouth to which there would be no escape. Her lips throbbed beneath the pressure of his, she knew whenever he had had enough they would be slightly swollen and reddened. She barely had chance to catch her breath and the added pressure of his body against hers made it all so much harder to just breathe normally. She considered biting his lip, his tongue, anything that came within reach of her teeth but brushed the idea aside.
If this was what he did when he was enjoying himself, God only knew what he'd do if he was angry.

 

[Noon_Shadow]

He felt her mouth yielding under his, rather than biting at him. She did not return the kiss, but he felt the pressure of her hands against his shoulders slacking. In fact, now, her hands just seemed to rest on him, practically holding him as he kissed her. He took a quick breath before smothering her mouth again, giving her only seconds to gasp in a breath as he resumed his domination of her lips. He kept her delightful body pinned back against the door beneath his, loving the feel of her against him, of her breasts squashed up against his chest.

He pulled away, then, and gave her a knowing smile, as though he could see right through her. In truth, he could, and he could just imagine the butterflies going through her system even as she felt the tinglings of pleasure. Then his hand between her thighs pulled away...and then slapped up against her pussy. He watched her face as she reacted. Then he slapped her again, lighter this time, just for the shock value. His body pulled away from her. "Well, let's get moving, darlin', the fun's okay started."

He reached up to grab her hair, tugging back on it, getting a grip on her body as he slipped around behind her. "Let's go, slut, you know the way." He slapped her ass to prod her into motion, and following as she began to lead him toward her bedroom. He smiled, as he'd taken his time to drop a few things off in there while the cottage had been empty. She paused in the doorway, clearly seeing the box on the floor, and the rope he had left on the bed. He slapped her ass again, harder this time, making his hand sting slightly as she yelped, the sound of the smack echoing through the room.

He scooped up the rope and then grabbed at her hands. She fought back against him, again, clearly afraid of what he might do when he had her tied up. He worked, trying to get her hands pinned, before finally he had to grab her from behind and then bend her against the bed, shoving her face into the mattress. He used his weight to hold her down as he forced both arms over her head, and finally began lashing her wrists together. His head was at the back of her neck, in her hair, his breath hot in her ear as he spoke. "You know I love the way your body writhes against me as you struggle. Does it make your little pussy wet, too, fighting against the inevitable, while wondering how I'm going to make you mine?"

After he finished lashing her wrists together, he then scooped her up and deposited her onto her back, resting in the center of the bed. He crawled onto her, pinning her in place, before he lifted her wrists up behind her head and tying them down in place to the headboard. Good. Hope you're comfortable, slut. You're not going anywhere for a good long while.

He sat down on her stomach and pauses then, to take off his shirt. The room was growing increasingly hot, for him. He threw it to one side and smiled down, looking into those lovely and fearful blue eyes. He rose off of her, and produced another pair of ropes. He wasn't sure if she'd noticed the hooks he'd driven into the ceiling earlier, but she definitely did now as he looped the ropes through them. With an evil laugh, he reached for her legs, preparing to wrestle with them as well.

 

[Britwitch]

She strained against him as he slapped her sex through her panties, yelping as sensitive flesh stung and pulsed. Arms suddenly tense against him, braced against him in a pathetic attempt at maintaining some kind of distance between them. Another yelp, another slap, this one followed by a whine.

"Well, let's get moving, darlin', the fun's okay started."

She barely had time to react before his hand captured her hair and, using it like reins, began to guide her to his intended destination.

"Let's go, slut, you know the way."

This time it was her rear that stung as his hand connected with her body, forcing her to increase her speed towards the bedroom, although her feet lost their footing slightly when wide eyes spied rope upon the bed and mysterious box upon the floor. A louder cry and a more obvious jump as a harsher slap kissed her behind. The flesh growing instantly hot, smarting from the blow.

He changed his hold on her and snatched up the rope. It was now or never. Once that rope was around her escape would be a thing of the past. She wriggled and struggled, feet kicking back trying to find shins or knees, but he was bigger and stronger and shortly she found herself on the bed, pinned down somewhat less than delicately as her hands were forced over her head and bound together with the rope.

She could feel him behind her, on top of her, his crotch pressing dangerously against her ass, his breath on her neck.
"You know I love the way your body writhes against me as you struggle. Does it make your little pussy wet, too, fighting against the inevitable, while wondering how I'm going to make you mine?"

"No...no, it doesn't..."

She tried to sound resolute, defiant, but she sounded frightened. Frightened of the truth. That her sex was wet and her mind running rampant with possible ideas of his plans for her.

She groaned when he tossed her into the centre of the bed and attached the rope to the headboard, feeling his weight settle on her waist as his shirt was peeled off. She looked away, trying not to see the reality of the body that was about to claim her, use her...own her.
She tried not to see the true strength in his arms, the breadth of his chest.

Then the pressure was gone and he moved away to pick up something else. She tried the ropes, pulling and twisting but succeeded in doing little beside tightening them slightly and causing the rope to burn slightly against her skin.

He came back into her vision and his hands were no longer empty. More rope, two more ropes.
As his hand reached for an ankle she pulled it away, flailing uselessly like a fish on a line as he tried and tried to bind it with the rope. It was during this struggle she noticed the additions to her ceiling, steel hooks shining eerily in the comparative gloom of her bedroom.

"No! No, I won't let you. I won't let you do this!"

She yelled, kicking and struggling, snatching her feet out of reach time and again. But all too soon, the tight embrace of rope was around each ankle and even though her muscles tensed as she tried to pull them free, she knew that her fight was over.

 

[Noon_Shadow]

Noon tightened the ropes down after he had her tied up securely. He made sure to draw out the slack, to give her as little room to struggle as possible. She'd still, naturally, have some room to wriggle and squirm, but it wasn't enough to truly get away. He then stepped back to admire his handiwork. On her back, hands tied back over her head, slightly arching out her back and forcing her chest forward. Her ankles were suspended in the air, legs spread wide, distributing her weight backward. She continued struggling, muscles tensing, as she twisted this way and that as best as she could. He licked his lips. She looked so deliciously helpless.

He strolled casually around to the side of the bed, and then sat down on it, next to her chest. He could feel her eyes following him as he moved. He reached down to her right breast, adjacent to where he was sitting, and cupped it in his hand. His fingers dextrously began to stroke her skin. It wasn't beyond his notice that her nipples were quite hard. And he knew it was more than just the slight chill in the room. His fingers stroked around the nipple, then caressed it between a pair, manipulating the hard bud. He watched her face as he did. He resisted the urge to rub at her shin where she'd kicked, even though she likely had left a bruise there. "You do have some fight in you, bitch, that's good. Now it's time to start taking that fight back out of you."

He remained seated there, watching her face coldly, dispassionately, despite loving every second. He wanted to show her the face of someone who could do whatever he wanted to her, and feel nothing about it. And with her absolutely helpless to do anything about it. He switched hands on her breast, so that his right hand was free. "This is for kicking me." He slapped her suddenly, hard, across the cheek, to give her a handprint matching the one on her other cheek. He grabbed her nipped then, and began to slowly twist it, mercilessly. "And this is a reminder of who is in charge." He continued twisting, harder, tighter, holding even as she squealed for him, hard enough to certainly leave a bruise. And then he let go.

For a moment, Noon did nothing but watch, listening to her breathing hard, catching her breath after his latest act of cruelty. Then his hands began tenderly working her body again. A soft touch on her still-hard nipple, and a teasing motion with his other hand, fingers tracing down her stomach, moving against her soft, smooth skin. He teased her with his ticklishly light touche, skilled fingers journeying south over her body. He tickled at her sides, at her abdomen muscles, then around her thighs, toward the center. Touches that made her jerk slightly with their ticklish touch, but against which she was helpless to defend herself. And then his fingers were at the waistband of her panties, walking themselves along it ponderously, as though debating what to next. His face was still cold as he watched hers, letting the anticipation build as he continued to slide his hand on her prone body. He then lightly slid his hand inside them, between her legs.

She couldn't hide the wetness of her pussy any longer, pretend it wasn't there, because he feel the sweet cream on his fingers. He stroke her slit, feeling it parted, spread, almost begging for his touch, and he played it delicately. His fingers swirled around the lips of her sex, and then worked their way inward, before probing inside. He lightly stroked his fingers inside of her tight sex, feeling the walls around his intruding finger. His eyes were fixed on her face, watching her face. His fingers brushed against her clit, that hard bud of pleasure which seemed to be be crying for attention, and then continued teasing inside of her wet pussy.

"So you see, I'm completely in charge, here. Even over your own body. I can make you feel these unwanted sensations." He teased her clit again, forcing more of the unwanted pleasure, before stopping. Continuing to tease her, to fill her body with need. "But, my little slut, you will not cum you're begging for it. And when I give you permission." He teased her for another minute before his hand slipped out of her panties. His hand lifted to his nose, smelling the scent of her excitement on her fingers, and then he ran his tongue out to taste it. "Mmmm, delicious."

He suddenly pulled the knife back out. The blade shined again, and he stood, leaning over her legs. The cold flesh kissed her thigh, and then slid up, to part the fabric of her last remaining garment. It stretched then ripped for him, yielding as certainly as she would. After cutting it asunder, he grabbed the offending garment, and tossed it to the floor like so much rubbish. He then put his knife away again and stood, looking down at her. "I'm thirsty. I'm going to go get a glass of water." He then stood, rose, and left her, leaving her alone for a few minutes to contemplate her new situation. The door closed behind him with a click.

 

[Britwitch]

Even with her legs secured up above her she still couldn't quite admit the position she had gotten into. Trapped, in her own home, with someone who quite clearly knew exactly what they were doing. Despite the ropes she kept trying to wriggle, as if she truly believed that just the right 'pull' would loosen the complicated knots and grant her her freedom.

She watched him with cautious eyes as he drew closer, trying in vain to pull away as he sat beside her. She could feel the heat of his skin against hers where he leant against her and his naked torso pressed against her side. It was a worrying heat, a tempting heat.
Her eyes closed for a moment as fingers closed around her breast, trying not to think of how it felt, of how her nipple seemed to grow even harder - desperate for attention.

"You do have some fight in you, bitch, that's good. Now it's time to start taking that fight back out of you."

She forced herself not to look away, knowing that if she did he would already be a step closer to beating her. To winning.

"This is for kicking me."

The slap came suddenly, making her cheekbone pulse with hot pain. Her eyes watered as her face was thrown sideways across the pillow beneath her head.

"And this is a reminder of who is in charge."

She had been quiet up until that point, but she couldn't stay silent any more. As the pressure, as the pain, build up she cried out. Body tensing against the ropes, back rising off the bed, teeth clenched, eyes screwed tightly shut. Expletives dripped from her lips as her nipple was tortured.

When the bud was released her breath was rapid and shallow, body shaking as the sensitive flesh tingled painfully. She winced as his hands returned to her body but their touch was completely different - but no less dangerous.

She whined as stroking, teasing, fingers moved over her skin. Pulling against the ropes to try and escape their tickling touch, stomach muscles flexing, fingers curling into her palms as goosebumps rippled across her body.

As his fingers pushed beneath her underwear her cheeks flushed so brightly they almost covered up the hand prints that decorated them. There was no hiding it now, the treacherous behaviour and reactions of her body. She looked away then, eyes tightly shut against the truth as his fingers pushed and probed. The position of her legs meant she could strain and struggle as much as she could but her legs would not close against the terrifyingly gentle assault taking place upon her sex.


"So you see, I'm completely in charge, here. Even over your own body. I can make you feel these unwanted sensations...But, my little slut, you will not cum you're begging for it. And when I give you permission."

Her breathing was growing quicker, although she tried to hide it. Her clit tingling and pulsing, her sex tightening around the invading fingers.
She watched him withdraw his hand before smelling and licking it. She felt sick. Sick at herself, at her own body.

"Mmmm, delicious."

Those words sent a cold shiver dancing down her spine. Then the knife returned, it work brief and thorough. Now she was naked. She was his to do with as he pleased.

"I'm thirsty. I'm going to go get a glass of water."

As soon as the door clicked shut she struggled anew, managing nothing but hurting herself and straining muscles. She sagged against her bonds, determined not to cry, trying to calm her mind and body. Trying to undo the effects of his words, of his hands. Trying not to think of how good his hands felt, of how needy her body was.

She knew it was futile.

But she had to try.

 

[Noon_Shadow]

He closed the door behind him, walking into the kitchen. He took a glass, making himself at home as he filled it with water from the tap. He drank on it slowly as he looked out the window, enjoying the view. He was in no particularly rush, at the moment. to re-enter the room where his delectable captive was being kept. He was making her ponder her situation at the moment. She needed to be along with her thoughts. Alone, nervous, desperate, and horny. He laughed softly as he drained the rest of the water. He then found a pitcher and filled it up to the bring, chuckling as he finally strolled back into her bedroom, letting himself in.

He saw her looking up at him as he re-entered. "Did you enjoy your break, slut?" He saw her looking at the pitcher and smiled, thoughtfully. Oh, I thought you might enjoy a drink. You're going to need the water, you'll be in here for a while. He stopped between her legs and looked down at her, his eyes on her sex. He leaned forward, and then reached out with his left hand, slapping down on her pussy with his palm. He nodded then, as he left his hand there, feeling it. "Still wet, I see. What a shameless slut. You're definitely going to need the hydration if you're going to learn the lessons you need to." He strolled around to sit on the side of her bed, again looking down at her face.

"You look thirsty." His hand then grabbed at her jaw, fingers wrapping around her chin and digging into her cheeks, holding her head in place. He looked down at her and then began pouring the pitcher over her mouth and nose, water sloshing around as she blubbered and tried to breath, getting water in her sinuses. He continued this for a few a seconds, then stopped, letting her cough and sputter for a few seconds as he sat the pitcher aside. "You're probably thinking that I'm a monster, that I'm needlessly cruel and heartless. But tell me this. If I'm so evil....then why are you enjoying this?" His hand dragged back down between her thighs and then began lightly stroking her sex, yet again. He was merciless in his playing of her body, as he swirled his finger around her labia and then wiggled it inside her pussy before dragging back up, smearing her juices against her clitoral shaft as he ran two fingers around it. "And I KNOW you're enjoying it. Why is that?"

He continued to toy with her sex as he looked down into her face, studying it. Her eyes locked up with his, and he held her gaze hypnotically. He licked his lips as he began fingering her wet pussy, curling his fingers into her, slowly, gently pumping her sex as he used his thumb to roll in soft circles around her clit. "My theory is that you like to be used. Need to be used. And no matter how nasty or wicked or painful, you enjoy that. Deep down, you want me to use your body-you know that I'm going to, you know that it's wrong, and you know that you don't want me to ever stop." He laughed and then finally pulled his fingers out of her pussy, leaving her tense, needy body near the edge. He stood up then.

"Now, let's learn a few lessons about what happens to a wicked witch who uses her body to tease the boys. In the end, the tease shall become the teased. A hundredfold." He walked to the box of goodies he had brought, pulling out a vibrator. He sighed softly then, as he grabbed a couple of straps with which to hold it. "I normally like to keep things rather more...organic. But I have only two hands. This will serve for the moment." He quickly set about strapping the device into place, wrapping them around her thighs, then holding it down right against her sex. He turned it on to its lowest setting, the big ball head pressing right against her clit. He gave it a slight adjustment, then tightened it down so it would stay in place, then nodded, satisfied, leaving it on to tease her poor body for the meantime. He pulled out a few salves and ointments after that to set aside.

"Now, lesson time. Question number one, slut. Who is in charge, here?"

He smiled down at her sadistically, watching her face as she remained trapped, trying not to panic.

 

[Britwitch]

"Did you enjoy your break, slut?...Oh, I thought you might enjoy a drink. You're going to need the water, you'll be in here for a while."
The tone he used was unquestionnable. What he spoke of was fact, not a mere threat. She was trapped, in every sense of the word and would be until he chose to release her. If he chose to release her. She looked away in disgust, at both him and herself, when his hand slapped down against her sex.
"Still wet, I see. What a shameless slut. You're definitely going to need the hydration if you're going to learn the lessons you need to...You look thirsty."

Before she could say she was fine, strong fingers took hold of her face and held it firmly in place. She managed to snatch a quick breath mere seconds before the water started to pour down. She bucked against the bed, trying to shake her head free of his grip, trying not to breathe in the cold water as it cascaded down upon her. It was cold, making her want to gasp, the water soaked her face and hair, the height of the pitcher meant some splashed onto her chest but most of it went over her nose and mouth.

It didn't last long, just long enough for her to seriously think he meant to drown her, and then it stopped. She gasped at the air, shaking slightly from the experience and the chill of the water.
"You're probably thinking that I'm a monster, that I'm needlessly cruel and heartless. But tell me this. If I'm so evil....then why are you enjoying this?...And I KNOW you're enjoying it. Why is that?"
She didn't have an answer. She didn't know why she was enjoying it. Her body was trembling, her heart racing with fear and yet her sex continued to respond with worrying speed to his ministrations. She tried for a second to close her legs but the ropes did their job and the position he had tied her in left her no chance at a reprieve.

She groaned as strong fingers pushed inside and began to pump in and out of her embarassingly wet sex.
"My theory is that you like to be used. Need to be used. And no matter how nasty or wicked or painful, you enjoy that. Deep down, you want me to use your body-you know that I'm going to, you know that it's wrong, and you know that you don't want me to ever stop."
She wanted to argue, to tell him he was crazy, completely wrong. But she couldn't because on some level what he said was true. She whined, and hated herself instantly for doing it, as his hand left her awakened sex.

"Now, let's learn a few lessons about what happens to a wicked witch who uses her body to tease the boys. In the end, the tease shall become the teased. A hundredfold."
He moved out of her line of sight and her stomach lurched with worry. He could be doing anything, getting anything. That mysterious box that had been upon the floor when they'd entered, she couldn't begin to imagine what lay inside. He came back into view and his hands were no longer empty.
"I normally like to keep things rather more...organic. But I have only two hands. This will serve for the moment."
"No, no, don't please..."
The plea was unheard, as she knew it would be. Straps tightened around her splayed thighs and pressed the buzzing device against her pussy. A low, steady hum that almost tickled the clit nestling beneath it.
"Now, lesson time. Question number one, slut. Who is in charge, here?"

Her jaw tightened. She wanted to give him a pithy comeback something about if he was really in charge he wouldn't need the ropes and the threats. But that wasn't true. They both knew who was in charge, who'd been in charge from the moment he set foot inside her cottage. Her cheeks flushed as she took a breath.
Another reason for answering honestly was that if she lied, or upset him, she couldn't being to imagine what fresh torments he would expose her to. After all, there was still cold water in the pitcher and she didn't fancy having another 'drink'.
Sparkling blue eyes, shining with anger and frustration, met his as she answered.

"You are..."
The words were softly spoken, slightly groaned as the toy mercilessly teased her exposed sex, her tone slightly tight as if she didn't want the admission to leave her lips at all. Her fingers curled into her palms up above her head, trying to ignore the feelings building as the toy continued its buzzing torment.
"...you're in charge here..."

 

[Noon_Shadow]

He was watching her face. He could see the mixed emotions there, hear the soft buzz of the the vibrator against her sex, going persistently, unyielding, against her pussy. He turned his head toward her slightly, cocking his ear, when her mouth formed words.

"You are...", she said. He laughed softly and then leaned down toward her mouth. His hand was lightly against her stomach, moving on her skin. He let his fingers caress against her as he felt at her sweet body. He licked his lips as he leaned over her mouth, looking down into her eyes, his mouth still twisted up into that wicked, awful grin. "What was that? I didn't quite hear you the first time." He reached over to her unbruised nipple and began stroking it softly, feeling it growing harder beneath his caresses.

"...you're in charge here..." He clapped and then laughed softly. He smiled down at her. "Yes! Very good, girl. For that, you get a reward." He grinned wickedly, standing up. He glanced down at her bare body, tied down tightly, still quivering slightly from being teased and from the vibrator operating mercilessly between her legs. He reached down to turn it up, increasing the intensity of the vibrations. Hopefully, though, it would still not be enough to let her cum. He needed to make sure she couldn't reach complete until...well, until he explicitly told her to.

Additionally, he grabbed the salves he'd just pulled out. He had anticipated that she would answer this question correctly. He poured some on his palm, then rubbed his hand together, applying them evenly, before he reached down to her breast, where he had bruised. He rubbed in the soothing lotion, removing the sting from her flesh, easing out the harm he had done her earlier. He sighed softly as he massaged her, feeling himself relaxing in the moment as well. His hand was sliding around on her breasts, massaging all over the bruised area around her areola, and stroking it, feeling it growing harder incidentally beneath his touch. He chuckled as he leaned down to kiss her cheek.

He then added a bit more of the soothing lotion, and brushed both hands against her cheeks, removing the sting from when he slapped her, cooling the the heat from her muscles. He could feel the tightness in her body as she responded to the vibrator being turned up, higher, against her sensitive, needy pussy, and leaned forward to her mouth, kissing it. His lips wrapped around her possessively, and his tongue forced its way between her lips as he kissed her. He closed his eyes as he allowed his hands to continue to massage lightly over her body, rubbing the soothing lotion all over her shoulders, breasts, sides, chest, stomach, and hips, even while he was nibbling on her mouth. His tongue was stroking her as his fingers were making delicate work of her body, using her and pleasure her. He pulled out of the kiss a few moments later and then leered down at her, letting her see the hardness of his cock showing through his pants. He grinned.

"So you see, there are rewards for right answer, for behaving as you're supposed to." He chuckled as he reached between her legs to pat at her tortured, needy sex, still teased after so long trapped in this contraption. He then reached back down into the box, and pulled a trio of insidious object, cupping them in his palm. He held them down to where she could see them, and heard her gasp as she realized that they were clamps. "But...there are also punishments if you misbehave. If you fail to comply with exactly what I want. If you give me so much as a single wrong answer."

He looked into her face then, as he rubbed her unbruised nipple, his fingers teasing against it, stroking it, rolling his fingers again. He cupped the hole breast in his big hand, rocking it around, as he knew she enjoyed having his hands on her. He waited until her nipple was completely hard, almost throbbing with tension, and then he pulled one clamp forward and pressed against the skin of her breast. He held it open, nodding toward her face as he prepared to close it around her nipple if she got the next answer wrong.

"Now, tell me, slut. Why are you here?"

He grinned wickedly at her. This would be a learning experience for her, one way or another.

 

[Britwitch]

"Yes! Very good, girl. For that, you get a reward."

She squealed as the vibrator tormented her pussy harder. She squirmed against the ropes, doing little besides undulating upon the bedsheets. Her own bed. That somehow made this all so much harder to take. Knowing that when it was over, if it was ever over, she'd never be able to forget it. Her eyes stole up to the ceiling and the hooks he'd twisted into the beams, she'd never be able to reach them, to take them down. They'd stay there, as a reminder. As a warning of what can happen when you let anyone come inside your home.
Not that he was just anyone. Far from it. He knew her. Almost too well. That was what made him so dangerous.

The soothing salves soothed her skin, taking away the sting. While it eased the discomfort it made her feel so much worse. She tried not to look at him as his hands glided over her flesh, tending to it, caring for it, tried not to feel in any way grateful. Hating how her nipples stiffened beneath his fingers and palms, how her hip twitched when his large hands drifted nearby. Hating how easily her mouth surrendered to his kiss, letting him take from her lips what he wanted.

"So you see, there are rewards for right answer, for behaving as you're supposed to."

She whined as he patted her pussy, flesh tingling incessantly beneath the toy. Never quite enough to bring relief, just enough to keep her on the edge. She heard a tinkling and eyes widened as he brought the silver item into view.

"But...there are also punishments if you misbehave. If you fail to comply with exactly what I want. If you give me so much as a single wrong answer."

She swallowed, eyes fixed on the clamps, only noticing after a few moments what his fingers were doing. Another whine, louder, as her nipple was teased into standing proudly on top of her breast. Puckered flesh pulsing from his ministrations. Her breathing suddenly shallow as the shiny metal moved closer, too close, to the delicate nub.

"Now, tell me, slut. Why are you here?"

She frowned before looking at him in wide eyed confusion. What kind of question was that?
What did he want her to say? She was there because he put her there, to show she understood that for the time being at least she was his? Was she supposed to say she was there because she was stupid and trusting and brought it on herself? She scanned his face, blue eyes flitting between his features and the wicked toy poised over her nipple. She didn't doubt that whatever she answered would result in her feeling the bite of the clamp but the wrong answer would no doubt result in something far worse to accompany it. But which did he want...? Should she say she didn't know and just face the consequences?

She licked her lips, they tasted of him. She took a shaky breath and replied quietly, insides trembling like a leaf on a tree.

"I'm here because this is where you put me, this is where you wanted me, where you wanted to take me and use me and make me yours..."

 

[Noon_Shadow]

He studied her as the flesh of her nipple puckered up tightly for him, becoming a hard little nub despite, or maybe even partially because of, the cool metal that was resting on her breast right next to it. He could hear the ragged shallowness of her breathing. She had no secrets from him in this moment, nothing hidden. His eyes were looking into hers, knowingly, piercingly. He could see the mad scramble behind her eyes for an answer, even as her body was being torturously teased by his actions, by the toy resting on her wet pussy. After she waited too long, he reached down to press the vibrator tighter against her clit, prodding her into speaking for him. She was looking up at his face as she answered.

"I'm here because this is where you put me, this is where you wanted me, where you wanted to take me and use me and make me yours..."

He smiled down at her, licking his lips. She was really trying, he could see. He moved the cool metal clamp up and slid it around her nipple, letting her feel the kiss of the teeth circling around the hard bud. He nodded slightly as he looked at her, then leaned closer to her ear, his mouth hot on her skin. He bit her ear, then licked it soothingly, before whispering into it. He spoke softly. "Good try, slut. Good enough, anyway." He then let the metal sink into her nipple, pinching down tightly, the teeth of the clamp digging in. After her vocalization, he whispered again into her ear, the wicked, teasing tone evident in his voice. "..but the real reason you are here is because YOU want to be here, NEED to be here. Because you know this is where you belong." Another stroke of his tongue against her ear, and then he pulled away.

He studied the poor bud being pinched tightly by the clamp. He tightened down the pressure on it, pinching on it so the teeth dug harder into her flesh. He gripped it with two of his fingers, pulling it out, holding it firm as he bit the clamp down tighter into it-enough that eventually she'd grow numb from the pressure. His face was a mixture of delight from his work, and hunger from having such control over her body. He smiled when he was satisfied, and then went back to his box to retrieve something else.

Another clamp was out. It was very clear where this was one going, as he began to tease her other nipple. His fingers stroked it, and then his mouth bent over it, yet again, reveling in the way he could tease her poor, helpless body. He gave it a little sucked, and then a kiss as he pulled away and studied it standing proudly, just as her other one was. He looked down into her eyes, then, smiling once more as he dragged the cool metal against her sensitive flesh. He then reached up to brush her hair back out of her face, sweetly. "What do you want?"

Another question. The game should be clear now. And he made it obvious, there was also a third clamp in his hand as well, ready to torment an even more delicate place. His eyes glinted wickedly as he awaited her next answer.

 

[fr33ks33k]

*It's been ages since he's been out into the woods this deep, but the walk seems necessary to him. Before long, he's at her doorstep again, the summer heat causing a sheen of sweat to break out on his brow. With a heavy hand, he knocks on the door, a smile on his face. It'll be nice to see her again after so long away.*