A bartered prize (2)

Annabel let a small drop of blood fall from her cut lip as Boris held her over the oatmeal. She really didn't want to eat it now. His force with her only spurred her on to rebel much more.

She knocked the bowl over pretending that it was an accident as she did so. "I'm sorry Sir but I am still shaken by what just happened." she said her voice ringing with sincerity before she took a swaggle of the juice on the table.

Annabel wouldn't act out obviously anymore after seeing just how far he would take things. Her face was slightly sore from his strike making her wish that there could have been an easier way to test her boundaries with him.
 
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Boris held Annabel ' s head in place a moment then muttered, "Fine."

Dragging her across the floor he jetted her up and tossed her face down on the bed. Sitting on her back, Boris shackled each of her limbs to a corner of the bed.

Standing up he looked at her pert, perfect ass and massaged it firmly, spreading her ass cheeks wide exposing her anus and pussy alike. Slowly, silently he continued, he began feeling Annabel ' s resistance cracked little by little. He continued until she lifted her ass up, and then got off the bed leaving the small room heading toward the door.
 
Even though he had been an ass to her earlier, Annabel felt a weird feeling of pleasure when Boris began to stroke her rear. It almost felt like some twisted form of an apology for what he did to her.

Annabel slowly began to give in to him. She had even managed to get a bit turned on by his strong male bravado.

She was just about ready to apologize for her part in this morning's events when she felt Boris leave the bed. Some part of her wanted him to take advantage of her but she wouldn't admit that, no matter how wet he got her between the legs.

"Sir?....Boris?" she yelled out trying to see if he was even still in the apartment before muttering under her breath "What the fuck? What the hell is up with this guy?"
 
Boris clicked off the light opened and closed the door. He stood there a moment listening to her. "What's up with this guy is simple."

Boris move to the bed and sat on her thighs. His cock raging in its hardness rested between her ass cheeks. "I am collecting on a debt. At this point you are the currency."

His hands began massaging her ass again pressing her cheeks together against his cock. "As lovely as you are, there is work to be done to make you beautiful in my eyes. First is your attitude. "

He felt her tense up under his hands. "Consider this, I could have easily killed your mother to inspire payment. Would you have me do that and set you free? You would be next if he missed payments again."
 
Annabel didn't understand what he meant by her attitude. He abducted her so logically she wouldn't be the perfect little girl that he wanted. A moan slipped from her lips as she felt him stroking himself between her ass cheeks.

"I don''t want to see anyone hurt. If that means that I have to endure this until you're paid so be it Sir" Annabel said her voice slowly changing into more of a purr than it was before.


She slowly arched her ass as up as much as she could in reaction to his touch on her body. "What will happen if my father doesn't pay you?" Annabel asked, her breath quickening just before she buried her teeth into her arm to stifle a moan.
 
Boris wrapped a hand in her hair and pulled her head back, "That moan is mine, give it to me. "


With his other hand he lined his cock up with her pussy and pressed the head in. "That depends on you. If I am getting my money's worth from you, nothing. If I am not then I will demand additional payment. So it behooves you to please me in any and every way I can imagine. "

He shoved his turgid member to the hilt in Annabel and then leaned over her pressing down on her shoulders. "I am going to fuck you, and you will not cum until I say so. "
 
Annabel let out a scream as she felt him push his way into her. He was the thickest cock that she had ever taken inside of her. Even though she hadn't seen it with her own eyes the way he filled her made her feel nearly split in two.

"But Sir...wait...please" Annabel begged him, she wasn't prepared for what was about to happen. Annabel had never had sex without a condom before. She didn't want to be filled with his cum even though she had been on birth control.

"Don't cum inside of me! Please!" She continued to beg but not as successful as before once her body had gotten used to his cock. It felt incredible she couldn't help but moan out indescribable sounds of pleasure.

"Pull out! Pull out if you don't want me to cum all over your cock" Annabel screamed out barely able to control the jerk reaction her body was giving off.
 
Boris didn't pull out rather he held still a few seconds while her body unwound just a little. He laid down completely covering her tiny body jamming his cock completely inside her. He felt Annabel shuddered, moan, and groan in frustration ad be kept her on the edge of orgasmic bliss.

"Do you want to cum, "he whispered into her ear.

"Yes, " she half moaned and half screamed.

"I will allow you to beg for it. Do so nicely or this continues."
 
Annabel struggled under him for momentarily until her body had gotten to tensed to keep it up. Cumming for him was going to happen with or without her begging for his permission. Annabel still tried to please him though by begging as best she could.

"May I please cum Sir?" she yelled more than begged as she felt her inner walls tightening up around him. Her arousal leaking around him and coating him while she bit down into the mattress underneath them.

"Please Sir? May I cum for you? I won't be able to resist the urge much longer Boris, please!"

The basement filled with the echoes of her pleasured stress.
 
Boris yanked himself and Annabel up as high as the shackled position Annabel was in would allow; and, fired hus hips back and forth slamming into her tightness. His balls bounced violently back and forth from her clit to his ass.

He roared, "YES! CUM NOW!!"

As Annabel ' s vagina tighten his balls erupted, in response to her orgasm. Shot after shot of his torrid jism fired into Annabel. Her body shook and quaked as his cock kept sliding back and forth.
 
"Ugh!" she growled as she felt him shoot rope after rope of his jizz into her. Part of it being pleasure and the other being something totally unwanted by her. Annabel had started to give him a piece of her mind but the words she wanted to say wouldn't leave her mouth while he kept thrusting in and out of her.

If her father could just see her now; shackled and begging to do this strange man's bidding solely because he made her cum as hard as she ever had. He would die of a heart attack.

Her body glistened with sweat and made her bright blonde hair stick slightly to her face. When she finally dropped her head down to the bed she was even less concerned with the fact that she had been filled to her brim with cum and focused more on the great sensation she felt as it began to ooze to her opening.

"Thank you Sir" Annabel said breathless and resting her tense muscles. Her wrists and ankles were tender from her pulling against the shackles of the bed.
 
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Boris laid on top of Annabel a few minutes then rolled off her and went to his clothes. Taking the manacle key out of his pocket he unlocked the four cuffs and swept her up into his arms.

As he carried her into the bathroom he said softly, "Good girl. Be respectful of me, obey me, and please me and I will spoil you until The debt is paid. "

He put her down in the shower then turned the hot water on stepping in behind her. "Be none of those and you will be punished and it puts pressure on your father to do something he can not which is pay me."
 
The warm water felt good on her sore body. Annabel lifted her arms, working the water through her hair as she listened to his words. She was much to lost in her head to really acknowledge what he had been saying and simply nodded her head in agreement.

"You don't have to shackle me to the bed anymore" she whispered, afraid of what he might to her if she used a tone that was anything above a whisper.

Annabel grabbed the bar of soap and began rubbing it along her body, cleaning herself as Boris stood behind her. She didn't know if it was to clean himself as well or just to make sure that she wouldn't run as soon as she got the chance.

After making sure her entire body was clean she turned to face him. The warm water of the shower cascading over her skin.

"I can move Sir...if you want. To let you have some warm water" She said chipper and with a smile. Annabel wanted to get home as soon as possible. She wanted to save her parents all the worry.

"Do you think they're looking for me? My parents I mean...do you think my father is even trying to pay you back now that you have me as currency?"
 
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Boris listened to her then said, "I would guess that one is the other well file a kidnapping complaint against me, or at the last a missing persons report on you. "

He handed the soap and wash cloth to Annabel indicating he wanted her to wash him. "if so the police will be here in the next day or two. If you leave with them, then I an back to collecting from your parents, violently if need be."

He cupped her chin, saying, "if you stay then we will see about whether or not he will try to pay the debt in cash or wait for you to pay it off for him. "

Letting go of her chin he shrugged, "the safe money is on he won't. "
 
She began lathering him up first sliding the washcloth down each of his strong arms and admiring their shapeliness as she did. Her free hand caressed his chest letting her fingers run through his sparse short chest hair.

"He won't pay" Annabel whispered to herself turning her head away from him for a moment as she gathered more soap to finish her task of cleaning him.

Her small slender arm slid around his waist gently washing up his back before sliding back down feeling his nice firm ass. Annabel cleared her throat and blushed a bit before moving down to her knees to wash him below.

His manhood wavering around in her face while she washed between his thighs.
 
The sight of Annabel on her knees, her face oh so close to his manhood was a marvel. Her blonde hair was plastered to her head with rivulets of water staking down her face and body. He felt himself begin to stir again, the head twitching up ever so slightly.

He could see her mixed emotions and her vulnerability. It was that vulnerability that flooded his cock with blood en gorging it until it stood proud, demanding attention.

He leaned his shoulders against the wall of the shower and moaned slightly as he drank in the touch of her hand and the puff of her breath against his thighs. His cock pointed straight out from his body, and from his vantage point it bifurcated her head.

His voice was soft, strong as he said, "The real question is what will you do if they do show up. Go back to the man who endangered you or stay with the one that will protect you. "
 
She couldn't help but think over her options and weigh the consequences of both. On one hand she could go back home if the law came there looking for her, but Boris was right what was to stop him from collecting on her father's debt in a less diplomatic way.

On the other hand she could just stay there and work off the debt that she felt partly responsible for creating. If it wasn't for her tuition being so expensive her father would have found a way to pay him. Annabel wanted to believe that her father would have paid Boris back if it wasn't for her schooling but deep down she also knew that had nothing to do with it really. Her father was addicted to gambling and even more so to getting rich quick schemes. He was the sole reason for her being held captive and violently taken from her home during the night. The fact that Boris was her abductor wasn't really a point in his favor either, so the choice would be a hard one to make.

The wash cloth slipped out of her hands while she was lost deep in thought. Annabel placed her hand on his thigh for leverage so that she could pick it up but then changed her mind. Her hand was way more suited to the task of washing his manhood she thought. Annabel looked to him as her hands began to stroke his saluting member under the warmth of the water "I'm not saying that my stay here is definite but I am open to giving it a try." she said willingly until she caught her breath in her throat when she noticed her failure to address him as Sir. Annabel hoped Boris hadn't caught her slip up. She didn't know what to expect from this unpredictable man.
 
Boris' attention was riveted on Annabel as her hand gently rose and fell along the length of his cock. He could tell by her grip that she was distracted thinking about what he had said.

His listened to her response and saw her reaction when she realized her error. His eyebrows cocked up and he waited a moment for her to close properly.

After she diffidently whispered "sir," Boris nodded his head.

"I have to go to work," he chuckled at her surprised expression. "Yes, I work. A person with only one stream of income is destined to become poor."

He cupped her face and continued, "I will leave something for you to remember me by, and to look forward to my return."
 
"huh?" Annabel sighed puzzled to what he meant by that. He was becoming a more interesting and complex person to her. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad after all she thought to herself. The mystery behind Boris enticing her to stay there and discover just what made him, him.

"Thank you Sir for the gift" She said her eyes fixed on his lower half as she tried to figure out just exactly what she was saying thanks for.

Annabel would do you best to keep up with his rules on her speaking but wondered if there was anymore rules he wished her to follow.


She stood rinsing him so that he could depart from her and leave her locked down there again. This time hopefully without being shackled to the bed. There would most likely be no need for that as long as he didn't overstep the personal boundaries she set for her own body; or demand something of her that her strong willed personality wouldn't allow
 
Boris took Annabel to the living space and opened the door a moment he stepped outside briefly then came back in.

In his right hand he had two shiny metallic spheres attached by a short cord. A longer length of cord hang from one of the balls. He instructed her to lay on the bed ass up. Using saliva to help lubricate them, Boris inserted one, them the second ball.

"Leave these in until I take them out. I will be back in a couple hours." He swatted her butt playfully knowing the Ben wa balls would jiggle inside her.

"I will know if you don't. "

Boris locked up as he left, an impish grin on his face.
 
Annabel gasped as the cool balls moved inside of her. She squirmed a bit just getting used to the feel of them inside of her which actually didn't help her get used to them at all. When he locked the door behind him and she knew that he was gone she contemplated removing them.

"There's no way that he could possibly know that they weren't inside me the whole time." She moaned out softly as the balls finished worming around inside her. Annabel didn't know if she was to stay in the ass up pose she was in or if she was free to move.

She rolled over onto her back hoping that would ease the sensations inside of her but just the roll itself gave her pleasure. The pressure the balls were creating inside of her as she moved was incredible.

Annabel gripped the cord that dangled from her body and tugged it gently manipulating the ben wa balls inside her. Her legs parted to give her more access to the cord and her hips bucked slightly as she built up her energy to cum.

She rocked her body in motions that emulated sex. Annabel moved as if he was buried deep inside of her, stroking her insides with his turgid cock. She didn't pull them out just orchestrated them inside of her as her legs rose bringing her knees to rest on her nipples.

"Please..don't stop Sir...I want it...give me all you can Boris!" she moaned, panting before licking the palm of her own hand to rub against her clit. Annabel came to the thought of just feeling him inside of her again. She couldn't believe how much of a bad boy he was. Annabel craved his rugged body against hers but that was for alone to know.
 
Boris left the house and headed to his office, begrudging the fact that he did indeed have to work. His mind was mostly nor at work anyway and decided to leave at lunch, his associates would be capable of handling anything that came up. The was only one appointment scheduled that day anyway.

He stopped by the kitchen at the house grabbing the exact same meal as he feed Annabel earlier in the day. As he unlocked the door he could hear her inside. One look at her was enough to know the balls were still inside. Her face was flush and a hunger was in her eyes.

He sat in the chair placing the food on the table and said, "Good girl, Neffie, eat. "
 
She was happy to see that he had returned and with all the events of the day so far she had worked up enough of an appetite to eat the oatmeal. Annabel lifted herself from the bed very gently not wanting to aggitate the balls she held inside of her no more than what was needed to move.

She took a few steps forward and the sensation her body got from the gentle way her hips swayed was way too much to handle. So, Annabel dropped down to her knees and relaxed her body onto all fours and began to crawl into the living area.

"Thank you Sir" she said barely able to speak in anything else but a moan. When she made it to the table finally she sat up, resting her ass on the heels of her feet. Then she quickly grabbed the juice and begin to drink. She was thirsty after her self stimulated orgasm and the cool juice sliding down her throat eased her.

As she began to eat she wondered how his day at work had gone. Boris hadn't been gone to long but long enough that she was able to give herself a few orgasms before he had returned to her. Annabel gulped the oatmeal down without any hesitation, her starving stomach made it taste like the best meal she had ever had. Using the small napkin on the table she wiped her face making sure that it was presentable before she spoke.

"I've never experience anything like what I have with you Sir... Are there any other rules you want me to follow?" She said keeping her eyes focused where he wanted them, her face still flushed with red color as the ben wa balls shifted inside of her.
 
Boris looked down at Annabel and felt himself stirring. "You brought yourself to an organ today didn't you? " The quick flitting of her eyes gave him all the answer he needed. "From now on, you may not pleasure yourself to orgasm without my expressed permission. "

He sat looking at her a moment then said, "turn around with your ass facing me, then lower your head and chest to the floor, so that the beautiful ass of mine is the highest pay off your body. "

He waited until she complied then Boris slapped her on the ass making sure the Ben was balls jiggled inside her. Taking his left pointer finger he played with her seeping pussy as he l alternated between massaging her as and striking it. Once his finger was coated in her quim, Boris raised it to her abuts and began to press.
 
"Ow..Ow..Owie!" Annabel screamed out as his finger pressed inside of her. Her body instinctively began to pull away from what was causing it pain. She hadn't minded the his swats to her ass as much as she did this. "Don't Sir.. I won't do it again I swear" she pleaded and begged as her legs parted some, lessening how high her rear end was.

"The only instructions were not to remove them and I did as ordered doesn't that count for anything?" Annabel growled at him relaxing her body even more. The relationship between them was turning back into one in which hated him.

"You wanted my orgasm didn't you? You wanted me to be sopping wet when you got back, on my knees and begging to have you inside me didn't you?" Annabel said with anger. How was she supposed to win this guy setting traps for her.
 
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