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[Vagrant]

He wasn't quite there himself yet, she was always very quick to orgasm. Probably one of the things which made her lust ofr it so much. Regardless, he was still pistoning into her ass, and playing her body like a fine instrument with his hands.

Soon after though, he could take no more, and he started to erupt, deep within her ass.

 

[Vagrant]

He pulled out with another audible pop sound and soon his cum was oozing out slowly as well. He patted her gently on the ass, and sat down dext to her. "How was your first ass fuck my dear Lady Moira?" He used her title just to emphasize exactly how crude she was becoming, he felt her cum while he fucked her, he could see the flush still on her skin and knew she had derived pleasure from the experience.

 

[Vagrant]

"So you are." He said as he pulled on her nipple ring gently and held her close to him. "But you still didn't answer my question. How was your first ass fuck?"

After she answered him, he kissed her, passionatly and for quite awhile. He was content to lay there naked, their sweaty bodies entwined and their mouths came together again and again. In a subtle way, he was rewarding her. She obviously had feelings for him, and women always felt a connection in things such as this, when it wasn't simply physical stimulation, but emotional as well. Their bouts of passionate kissing was one of the first activities she truly enjoyed.

 

[Vagrant]

He grinned and flicked her one piercing already. He couldn't help but remember how she had cried and pleaded with him not to do it, and how much she hated it and thought it was ugly, ruining her beauty. Now here she was, asking for another one.

"Where would this piercing go, Moira?"

 

[Vagrant]

"I doubt a nose piercing would cause your people to not recognise you... changed maybe... but certainly not to the extent you want them to see, I don't think." He stroked her face warmly, running his index finger over where she wanted the stud.

"But I think you deserve a reward bigger than what I have already planned and set in motion."

 

[Vagrant]

"So you're back to calling me Master again, Moira?" He chuckled. He wondered if that meant she had made her choice.

"Your current accomodations are not suitable for a woman of your activities and interests. I've been having a room and new wardrobe being made ready for you for the past few days. It should be ready soon."

 

[Vagrant]

"Odd that your tongue keeps slipping, isn't it"

"It has windows, my pet. As well as a balcony. With a few other amenities that I think you will enjoy. Like more books. Though Most are sexual. Most are even dealing with topics you have yet to explore." He kissed her back heatedly, one of his hands moving down her body to where their crotches met, and he moved his cock up so that her squirming would force it in her pussy.

 

[Vagrant]

"No, pet. You wanted to go riding. So ride. Remember what I told you about before? About what other kind of riding there is?" He grinned and simply sat mostly still. His hips rose to meet her but not very much.

 

[Vagrant]

He reached up to maul her tits with his hands, their bouncing up and down with her humping was too much to ignore. THe pleasure in his cock was amazing. It wasn't as tight as her ass, certainly, but it was certainly a tight fit.

"Yes my horny sexy slut?"

 

[Vagrant]

Her wantonness, her language, and her orgasm all combined sent him over the edge and he blew his load into her pussy with a grunt of satisfaction. As she slowed and laid ontop of him, he held her for a few moments, enjoying the feel of her sweaty body on his.

After that, he stirred. "Lets go home, slut. Time to get dressed." After he finally managed to get her off of him and it looked like she may have been heading to the pond to wash herself, he told her to stop. "You look more like a proper slut that way, Moira. Just fucked. Get dressed and we'll go." He then stopped her from putting on her undergarments. "No more of these for you... Besides. I want the stable hands to see the two cum stains on your saddle when we get home. One from your pussy, the other from your ass." He smiled at her and walked out to wash his face and make himself presentable.

 

[Vagrant]

He grabbed her arm to stop her and swatted her on her still red ass, reminding her of her previous punishment at the same time. "You are not just slutty, you are MY Slut. And you want to be a good slut don't you? You want me to be proud to call you my slut?"

 

[Vagrant]

"You said the same thing about fucking, but we both know how much you enjoy that. You even get wet from a spanking. How do you know you won't find this arousing as well?" He stared at her pointedly, waiting for an answer.

 

[Vagrant]

He shook his head, disagreeing with her. "It's only humiliating if you are ashamed of being a slut. Are you ashamed?" If she was, exploring that shame would provide an amusing distraction from simply fucking her.

 

[Vagrant]

He looked thoughtful for a few moments. "Do you not enjoy your life as it is now? Does it not bring you pleasure? Why are you ashamed?" He was interested in how this would progress... her shame would battle with her arousal in interesting ways, he figured.

 

[Vagrant]

He looked at her, thinking. "And how do you think we should go about removing you of this guilt? I don't want you to feel guilty for anything like this. I want you to fully embrace the Slut that you are."

 

[Vagrant]

"Well, while you think about it, get dressed and we'll ride home. But what I asked of you still stands. No washing, no undergarments." He kissed her fiercly to help her make up her mind.

 

[Vagrant]

"No buts, Moira. Especially now that you know the present I had ben preparing for you. It is, after all, a give and take." He looked at her sternly.

 

[Vagrant]

He frowned and shook his head. Not actually to tell her not to, but in dissappointment. He would see her do such things gleefully in time. He wanted her to be completely uninhibited, and he would keep working at her until she was. But in her own defense, this was still new to her, despite the fact that she had taken to everything so quickly.

They rode home and the stableboys came out to take their horses from them. Eric spoke to one of the maids, asking how Moira's new chambers were coming along, and he was told the rooms themselves were ready, but her new wardrobe was not. It would be the next day at the earliest.

"Come Moira. It is time for you to see your new bedroom."

 

[Vagrant]

Taking her hand, he led her into the keep and up to the best rooms within the castle. He opened the door to what she would know as her mother's room, but inside, it would be completely unrecognizeable as ever being where such a produe would sleep. The bedding was a rich deep red silk, with shear silk curtains in a slightly lighter shade. Incense burned in small brass holders, filling the space with a musky, sensual aroma.

The dressing table was lavish with a wide variety of some of the finest cosmetics. As well as a small table next to it with various lotions, perfumes, and creams to give her skin a fresh feel, scented to be alluring and glowing with health and vitality. There was also a small assortment of rudimentary sex toys. Dildos, anal beads, ben wa balls, and the like.

Across one wall was a large bookshelf holding every book dealing with sex that Eric had. By now, he had received his somewhat large collection from home. She could now read about almost any fetish imaginable, as well as some of the more unorthodox forms of sexuality, such as lesbian sex. He simple awaited her reaction. He knew, expecially because of the shame she admitted to, that the fact this was her mother's room would pose a problem for her... it would be an interesting experience.

 

[Vagrant]

The opulence and the class, together with the feminine touch, of the suite's previous decor told him that it was most likely her Mother's room. Of course, letting her know that would not be any fun, nor would it force her to accept it as a fact that her mother's rooms no longer exist.

He followed her down the hall. "Is anything the matter, my Dear?"

 

[Vagrant]

"Is that so? Well, I thought the room was rather grand for a guest suite... but I had assumed I had taken your parents' suite." Eric knew for a fact that the mother had her own room, the personal items inside had proven it.

"Well, so what if your mother once called those rooms her own. They are her's no longer, and they have been completely redone. Nothing of your mother remains in them." As he spoke to her, he slowly started removing her clothes. He would not be dissuaded from stripped her, and since she only wore the gown, it would be an easy matter.

"Besides, who better to make use of the space than her own daughter?"

 

[Vagrant]

It didn't matter that she didn't want to be undressed, he kept trying to remove her clothes anyway. The tension and anger in her was turning him on greatly. "It's now a room fit for a Slut. For MY Slut. And I can tell you, nonehave died in that room. At least not that I could tell. There were no bodies, nor signs of any foul play."

"So, just so I understand... You are unwilling to take your mother's rooms, simply because you do not want to be slutty in them... and yet you will do so in your own room, or out in caves and by ponds after sucking off a young man from town simply because he caught you getting all wet and juicy from a spanking."

He looked at her for a moment, examining her body and how it looked. She was so incredibly attractive. "I think this outburst of yours, and your general rudeness in the face of my generosity, deserves a punishment... maybe I should get out the strap? That would really make your flesh red. Much more than my hand. Do you think that you might even get horny enough to CUM from such a punishment?"

 

[Vagrant]

As she came at him he laughed and blocked her attacks and grabbed at her arms before pushing them away, keeping her off balance and enraged. Every so often he would grab at her ress and pull, ripping it further.

Before long, her dress lay in tatters on the floor, and while she had managed to hit him a few times, for the most part she was simply exhausting herself. That didn't mean he simply stood there and blocked. Oh no, he hit her back, though not hard enough to hurt much, just to keep her anger flared. By the next day, there would be bruises on her tits, and thighs, and stomache.

When she started to slow, he picked her up and flung her on the bed roughly. Freeing his cock from his pants he climbed onto the bed before she had a chance to get back up and spread her legs roughly. When he found her pussy to be moist he grinned at her. "Well well, what do we have here? Did this get you a little bit excited? Even after all that you're STILL primed for sex. What a SLUT!" As he said that last word, he drove his cock in as deep as it would go and held her arms at the wrists, above her head. With her legs spread as they were, she couldn't really use them to fend him off.

 

[Vagrant]

He kept pounding into her cunt, over and over. And as he did, he felt the way slowly become easier. She was getting wetter. Of course that would be hard to tell from her struggles, she fought him with every ounce of strength she had, it seemed. But he wasn't going to be denied, and more importantly, she would eventually cum. He had already blown two loads inside of her within the past little while, so he was in no immediate need to climax, he could fuck her for quite awhile. Which was exactly what he planned to do.

"Tell me you don't like the feel of this. Tell me, Moira. Tell me you aren't getting off on being taken like this. Tell me your pussy isn't happy to be filled, to be fucked. And most importantly, tell me that you wish you were still living in your mother's shadow. Doing what she wanted you to do, and not doing what she disapproved of. Tell me that. But only if you mean it."

 

[Vagrant]

Still pounding her, he moved her wrists together os his one hand could hold them both abover her head while his other moved down to maul her breasts and grab what was left of her gown. Grabbing it with his teeth, he tore the fabric into two long strips. Then, he tied it with one hand around the bedpost, pulling it tight to make sure it would stay.

Once it was secure he quickly tied one of her arms with the fabric, securing it so that he didn't have to hold on to it. She had some motion, but not enough to get at the knots.