LITEROTICA PODCAST
LIT CAMS (200 Free Tokens)ADULT TOYSVOD MOVIES

A Dark Awakening

She didn’t think anything could ever feel so good, and she couldn’t believe that she was willing to give all of herself to some stranger she was angry with herself, yet at the same time, she didn’t care, she felt good oh so good. She just couldn’t contain herself for once in her life, she just gave in and allowed herself to have something she wanted and needed in her life. She didn’t think she could take anymore, the passion overtaking her as orgasm after orgasm racked her young body. She didn’t know how much more her body could handle, why had she waited so long... a promise a lame promise... she was still sad it had to happen this way, but she felt more alive then she had ever felt before. She was stunned for a moment to realize she was free, yet she had also felt betrayed. She knew deep down she should be fighting, but good god he felt so good, like she belonged with him...

What woman wanted this, one that needed this she thought to herself, it felt as if this stranger was her missing piece, the one she had been searching for... no she thought that can’t be right, this man kidnapped her and she still didn’t know what he had in store for her beyond this night, what if he was still going to torture her, and kill her... well at least she would die knowing great pleasure, a morbid thought but hey what else was there. She needed to feel him touch him and she found she could do that too, was he trying to play head games with her, not only did it anger her, but for some reason she felt hurt... oh Lydia, he’s your kidnapper.. nothing more.

His kisses were amazing and she felt so damn good.. so very hot, her body felt as if it were on fire. She didn’t want to give in, yet at the same time she wanted more, she didn’t want him to stop, she wanted to feel him deep inside of her, it was as if he knew exactly what she wanted, needed, and more. She found herself giving more and more of herself, he felt so good, and she’d arched her back bringing him deeper inside of her, more, she thought, please don’t stop, don’t ever stop. She realized he was unprotected as was she, she felt no need for the pill and a rising fear bubbled up inside of her, but for right now her body was so hot, she just couldn’t think of it. She found herself moaning and gasping as another orgasm shot through her entire body. She was breathing harder then she ever thought possible.

She blushed at his comment but found herself to spent to speak. She kissed him softly back, as her body came back to earth. She stayed in his arms, she didn’t try to get away, somehow she felt comfort in his arms, god was she sick... it was as if she knew him... she was still scared, and ashamed... and still didn’t understand why anyone would put another person through him, but for now she wanted to feel him close to her, for now she felt safe. She wanted to be angry, she wanted to hate him... but right now after what he had given her she found she just couldn’t. She hated the feeling of the collar and she felt tears rise to her eyes, but she didn’t want him to see her cry, so she fought back sobs, but she realized that a tear still rolled down her cheek, but she still didn’t fight or pull away.
 
“Ma Cher you were magnificent.”

Jan Kristenson smiled to himself at the sweet little blush that turned Lydia’s cheeks the most delightful shade of pink. The girl lay in his arms, her tussled blonde head resting on his chest, her hair in disarray frame her angelic face with a dark halo of tawny chestnut hair. She turned her soft azure blue eyes to him and softly pressed her lips to his as she kissed him, returning his passionate kiss. Lydia’s blush deepened and she blushed a deeper shade of pink that spread from the tip of her little button nose to the tips of her toes, at her willing surrender to that kiss. God she was beautiful and she was his, all his, to do with as he pleased. The thought wrinkled his brow, oh when he had kidnapped her it was with the idea of merely seducing her, making her his lover, and yet he had prepared this sound proof room, had made sure there was a collar and chain to claim her. No one would hear her cries or would come to investigate, come to rescue her, why? Jan knew why though he had lied to himself then, he could no longer maintain that lie as he watched His little dark haired beauty rest so trustingly in his arms despite the fact that he had just raped her.

Oh yes, he had also most definitely seduced her gorgeous traitorous young body and in the end Lydia had screamed out her sexual ecstasy, had wrapped her long legs around him to draw him even deeper into her chaste young body, enfolded him in her arms, clinging to him for dear life as he gave her the More she had so sweetly begged for. Lydia had arched her stunning young body to him, in the end, as she shameful offered herself to him. It was in that moment that he knew that he had awoken something in the ravishing young beauty beyond just a sexual awakening, something darker, richer, more sensual, and seductively erotic. Jan’s eyes came to rest of the leather collar that encircled Lydia Fricel’s slender neck, the way it caressed the sensual bow of her neck, her creamy ivory skin, and how it looked as it had always belonged there, a declaration of something deep within this young beauty that even she was not aware of, an unrecognized need to submit, to bend to another’s will, to become a submissive. No! Not His Lydia was the first thought that came to Kristenson’s mind. Lydia was a confident young beauty, she had a drive to succeed, to overcome obstacles, to battle on even if it seemed all was lost. He had seen that fiery spirit so many times on the soccer field.

Karen, Karen Jorgensen, The vivacious young redhead’s vision danced before Jan mind’s eye. So much like young Lydia and yet Karen had longed to serve, to surrender all decisions to him, when it came to sex and it had awoken in him ever darker passions. Was Lydia like Karen? Did she have a need to bend her will to another’s when it came to the sensual, to sexual? Karen had loved their games, had loved the erotic mind play, and would Lydia as well? Jan Kristenson shook his head. No Lydia was not Karen and yet? Well there was only one way to find out the truth of the matter, and when she awoke he would have his questions answered.


Lydia Fricel stretched lazily on the bed, her supple young body arched, like a naughty young kitten awakening for a long nap. Was that a little contented smile tugging at the corners of her moist ripe lips, as she stretched so seductively? Jan slowly saw that little half smile fade, replaced by a questioning frown, as the young girl’s azure blue eyes fluttered open and she slowly recognized where she was, and what had happened to her, and what she herself had done.

“Ma Cher you were magnificent.”

Jan leaned over his lips brushing Lydia’s in a tempting fleeting kiss. Then he breathed a single word, More. Was it an invitation or a command? Would Lydia fiery spirit flare, would she now fight him tooth and nail, or would her curiosity consume her and ask for more from her kidnaper and rapist?
 
Last edited:
His words that she was magnificent made her blush all over, yet at the same time somehow she was upset, not really with him but more so in herself, in mere hours or days she didn't really even know at this point she had betrayed everything she had ever believed in just for carnal and unbelievable pleasure. Lydia didn't like the feeling of being perceived as weak but was she really weak for giving herself into what she so wanted, yet needed. She didn't feel weak in fact she felt strong she had finally given herself into something she had actually wanted, and needed, how on earth could that make her weak. She wanted this, needed this she knew this was the missing piece in her mediocre life.

She didn't hesitate to give in to his kiss, he tasted so wonderful and she needed more, but she was so very scared... Of what more could be. Her thoughts and feelings were all over the place and she hated that, she wanted to be sure, nothing was wrong with wanting more even if it were with a stranger...a rapist so to speak. She wished she could slow down her thoughts if only for a moment, but they were running rampant, she was still so uncertain, she didn't know what he planned, he could very well torture and murder her, though for some strange reason she didn't think that's what he wanted. She still didn't understand why her? She then wondered how many other girls she might have done this to, and she wondered why that even mattered to her. Jealousy no way was she jealous.

She Should have pulled away but she didn't, something very strange was happening and it was the fact that for some strange reason, she had never felt more safe, than she felt in his arms. She breathed deeply and content, even though she was scared to death, she couldn't help the way that he had made her feel, no one had ever made her so frightened yet at the same time made her feel so alive in her entire life. She was feeling so many different waves of emotions, shame, anger, pain, but, passion, lust, need, hunger, want...and so many more. She didn't know anything could ever feel as amazing as giving herself over to another, she shook her head she didn't want to think like that, that was the last way she wanted to think. She wanted to fight but she just couldn't, deep down she realized she wanted her, maybe she was the sick one and not the man that had kidnapped her.

she decided if she gave in she was weak, for not standing up for herself, though if she fought against him she was denying her own needs and wants and didn't that make her just as weak. Giving in didn't seem so bad, sure it was wrong, and sure most would say maybe she had the start of stock holm syndrome, but she knew that wasn't it, she didn't entirely believe in that, she was a firm believer that everything happened for some reason, and maybe this was that. She wondered if this was just a sexual thing, it hadn't really felt so, but a man didn't have a reason to kidnap a woman for anything other then sex, right? She had to ask herself and at the same time, she didn't want to truly know that answers. Sure she wanted to give in, but that didn't take away the woman she was if anything it made her the woman she was to become.

For once in your life, Lydia, don't just think just give in and do what you want for once in your life. She has been in and out of sleep for a while now, yet she hadn't realized she was sleeping her subconscious was all over the place, and she was somewhere between giving her all and or fighting it all. When she had filly arisen she felt her heart racing, but her body had felt so good as she stretched and realized a smile had formed against the corners of her lips, but then she looked around and realized what had happened and where she was...she should be screamed, fighting but her body didn't want to, her mind was still hers, but her body... Well her body belonged to him. She was frightened yet intrigued by the word.

Give in Lydia, give in.

”More.” She whispered her heart pounding against her chest.
 
She didn't hesitate to give in to his kiss, she savored the tasted, so wonderful, and she followed where he led as their kiss lingered and deepened until time had no meaning and there was just here and now and that one perfect kiss and she needed more. Jan could see that his little Pretty, Pretty was so very scared, he saw the flash of emotions in her stunningly expressive azure blue eyes, the confusion of what she was now feeling, now longing for, and the realization that with every fiber of her gorgeous young body she should be fighting him tooth and nail for what he had done, he after all had raped her……....and yet Kristenson saw something else in those clear azure depths,…….as she wondered what more could there be. Her thoughts and feelings were all over the place and he could see that Lydia hated it. Then shyly her soft blue eyes demurely lowered, Jan watched as Lydia took a steadying breath and softly whispered,

More

A smile bowed his lips, he could feel the young chestnut haired beauty’s heart pounding. He idly wondered if it was from fear or anticipation of More.

“Lay across my lap Ma Cher.”

Jan’s voice was calm, he spoke softly, his voice felt, as much as it was heard, it wrapped around Lydia’s senses, and yet in that softness there was a note of command that called to the young beauty to submit and do as she was told.

“Place your hands in the small of your back Ma Cher.”

Again his voice caressed her sense and curled around her will.

CRACK

Jan’s hand came down firmly on Lydia’s up turned little derrière a mild little sting stung her firm derrière.

“A Good Girl would say “Thank you Sir may I have another.”

As he spoke Jan’s finger slid along the length of the girl’s moist wet coral pink folds to dip within her chaste young body to roll her clit under the pad of his finger. As the hapless beauty gasped his finger slipped from her CRACK. Jan’s hand came down again harder this time on that firm little derrière, the sting sharper this time, and a seductive warmth spread from her derrière to the pit of her stomach and then to her hot little pussy as he let two fingers slip within Lydia’s tight little cunt.

“Thank you Sir may I have another.”

His voice dark, sensual and oh so seductive as he reminded his Pretty, Pretty what was expected of her. Again his fingers slipped from Lydia’s hungry little pussy to leave her so very empty. CRACK That sweet little up turned derrière was the most delightful shade of pink and so deliciously warm to the touch.

“Cherie?”

Would the fiery beauty bend to his will or was he pushing her to far, to fast as he mingled pain and pleasure in her ravishing young body until they both tried to claim her innocent young soul, until they both became the most unexpected sensation that sent Lydia’s naive young body shivering with sinful desire.
 
Last edited:
How could a kiss awaken so many things in young Lydia, she didn't know but she knew deep down she wanted more of him... But more made her what a slut, a bad person, this man had kidnapped her, ripped her away from her life, her empty meaningless life, but still her life, he had pushed her, tied her Up and raped her, but did he really rape her? At this point, she didn't really know she did give herself willingly, he didn't try and force her wasn't she the one that had asked for more. She was angry with him, but more so with herself, she should be fighting him, not wondering what more wonderful things he could bring out of her, the strange part was it felt as if he knew her yet she couldn't put her finger on it, then again she didn't really want to think that someone she knew would do something like this to her.

She wanted to cry from frustration but she didn't rather she couldn't. Then a voice in the back of her head whispered to her and told her for once in your lonely life so something for you... Something you want... So she looked up and softly whispered more. She hated this, wanting this, yet she felt excited and thrilled at the same time, was this what it was like to feel really alive. She couldn't control her racing heart as she waited... She was surprised when he told her to lay across his lap, she chewed on her lip and pondered over it for a moment, it was merely a second but to her it felt like an eternity. Finally, she did, she laid over his lip carefully.

His voice firm yet soft, only made her want more, was she crazy, slowly losing her mind, she at this point just didn't know. She still barely said more than a few words to him what really was there to say, did she have questions sure, but she knew deep down they would just go Unanswered. She closed her eyes for a moment and did as he told her, placing her hands against the small of her back. She breathed deeply unsure of what was to come, frightened yet intrigued at the same time. She gasped at the suddenness of the slap on her firm milky white skin that was her tender ass. She kept her eyes closed, was he really spanking her she thought to herself, why was he punishing her, hadn't she done everything that he asked of her, she was so very confused.

She didn't know to respond and or beg him to stop, she was like a lost little cat curious but skeptical at the same time. As she contemplated this, she felt his finger slide along the wet folds of her pussy and gasped and arched when she felt him rub her sensitive clit, under the pad of his rough finger. As she gasped his finger left her and then another sharp slap across her ass, she was confused but wet, so wet and becoming more so by the minute. It hurt there was no denying that, but once the hurt suffices she felt an incredible warmth go through her, why did this feel so good so right. She moaned deeply when she felt two fingers enter her right wet pussy. She couldn't deny herself when she responded thank you, sir, may I have another. She just couldn't help herself she knew these feelings were wrong but she just wanted more, needed it... Her body craved for more.

Every time she felt his fingers leave her pussy she got frustrated, why was he teasing her so, and why did it feel so good. She jumped at the next slap to her ass. She felt tears come to her eyes, not from pain more from confusion and frustration. She barely heard him speak... Barely. She let a tear roll down her cheek, but surprisingly she spoke softly... ”I want more, please...more?” It was more of a question than anything else... What was more and would he give it to her until she couldn't take anymore, and then dispose of her when she couldn't give him what he wanted or needed, she wondered if he could hear her uncertainty or feel her silent teardrops on his body.
 
Jan loved the little whimper that bubbled from Lydia’s moist ripe lips at the first slap to her firm little heart shaped derrière, followed by the sensual little gasp as he fingered her tight little pussy and teased her throbbing clit. CRACK. The third time his hand came down of the ravishing young beauty’s tight little derrière a shuttering gasp bubbled from those full ripe lips,

“Thank you, sir, may I have another.”

“But of course you may Ma Cher.”

With each blow Lydia thanked him and begged for another.

CRACK. Kristenson loved the way that Lydia’s firm little derrière so seductively jiggled from the slap. He smiled as the intoxicating musky scent of the chestnut haired beauty’s arousal filled his nostrils. As Jan’s hand came down again he could feel the heat that now radiated from Lydia’s firm little derrière. With each blow Lydia wiggled and squirmed on Jan’s lap in a most delightful and arousing way and yet the young girl kept her hands clasped at the small of her back bound only by her own will as he masterfully mingled pain and pleasure until the hapless young beauty moaned in her need and frustration,

“I want more, please...more?”

Kristenson heard the confusion and the burning need in Lydia’s soft sobbing voice. He saw the tears that now stained her flawless cheeks that were kissed with a crimson blush as she still begged him for more. Jan’s hand came down again and again until Lydia Fercil came from her seductive spanking alone. He then drew the sobbing young beauty up into the security of his arms and cradled her to his chest. Slowly sensual Jan kissed away her tears and smoothed the sweat matted tawny chestnut strands of her hair from Lydia’s angelic face.

“You are such a brave and pleasing young beauty Ma Cher!”

His lips brushed hers in a slow sensual kiss once more inviting the gorgeous young beauty to surrender to the pleasure it offered her. Kristenson let the kiss and its invitation linger and deepen as his fingers tips lightly traced idly little patters on soft velvet skin of Lydia’s inner thigh and just graved her needy little pussy. He held her and waited to see if she would again give herself to that tempting kiss. He knew then that he would leave her wanting still more, but from now on young Miss Fercil would have to earn her pleasure by giving pleasure first.
 
How could something so painful bring forth so much pleasure she just didn't understand she was so confused and lost, at the moment all that mattered was here and now, but that didn't mean she wasn't embarrassed at this feeling and she had so many questions and was sad that she couldn't ask them. Each smack was harder than the first and though she felt strange she realized she wanted, no scratch that she needed more. She was angry at herself angry at him, at the World for allowing this to happen, for wanting this to happen... Only sick people wanted a stranger to take their virginity, to need to be spanked, what kind of person was she.

She couldn't believe that she willingly complied to any of this, but here she was doing just that. Even the way he spoke to her, now turned her on, it wasn't cruel like when he first demanded she was to take her clothes off, this man was different kinder. With each spank upon her delicate ass, she asked for another she knew it would sting after but at the moment she just didn't care, she wanted him she wanted this, she wanted him to spank her senseless, was this the woman she was destined to be this entire time, she had to admit to herself she didn't feel like with him that the piece was missing any longer, and this both terrified and strengthened her at the same time.

She jumped at each slap but stayed there like a good girl. She could feel how hot and how soaked she was down there, what kind of person got wet from something like this was something wrong with her, as she pondered this she wondered if she was broken. She needed more than this she didn't understand why he was teasing her so before he couldn't keep his hands off of her, was he already tired of her, was this it was he now going to torture her and kill her and toss her out like trash, this broke her heart and Terrified her. She found herself begging for more, this was pure torture, worse than any kind of pain he might inflict on her. She tried not to cry, she had tried so very hard but she just couldn't help Herself. She hated letting anyone see her cry much less a stranger, they were tears of frustration, pain, fear, and deep Hurt.

She couldn't contain herself any longer and she found herself coming completely undone as she screamed out in pleasure, moaning and writhing in his lap, her orgasm so intense she didn't think it would ever end. She sagged a little in his arms as he pulled her close to him, and she let him comfort her for a moment. She realized she needed the comfort she didn't quite understand it but she wanted it. She felt even more content when he kissed away her tears and then smoothed her sweaty matted hair away from her face. His words somehow made her smile, and again she almost felt she had known this man forever. The kiss came sudden, soft yet needy as she opened her mouth allowing him full access to her mouth, her tongue, she realized just then herself. She wondered if he knew of her questions she felt as if he could see into her soul, this kiss was more intense then the ones before, as she moaned softly against his mouth.

Even the slightest touch against the skin of her thigh sent shivers throughout her body, she knew he had awakened something inside of her and she needed more, she needed him.
 
As Jan Kristenson held his little Pretty, Pretty in the security of his arms he savored the memory of that sweet dark moment when the little chestnut haired beauty came from her spanking alone and the way she begged so sweetly, Sir thank you, may I have another. The harder that Jan had spanked her the more urgent Lydia begged and pleaded for another. Then that delicious moment when her orgasm hit her. Lydia’s moist ripe lips “O”ed, her soft tear shimmering azure blue eyes fluttered close as she basked in the first tremors of her ecstasy. Suddenly the young beauty’s eyes snapped open, grew wide and then rolled back in her head as the full tidal wave of her shameful , forbidden pleasure hit her, to sear her young soul and impressionable young mind.


“You are such a brave and pleasing young beauty Ma Cher!”

There was not the slightest hesitation this time as Jan’s Pretty, Pretty gave herself fully to his tempting and inviting kiss. Kristenson savored the summer wine sweetness of her young virgin mouth as her little pink tongue now eagerly danced with his. Jan slowly broke that sweet savage kiss, his lips clinging to Lydia’s till the last possible moment. When their lips did finally part his dark brooding eyes met her demurely down cast eyes. Several time his lips darted to hers in sensual seductive kisses as if he could not get enough of her. Kisses that promised Lydia a world of pleasure, but left her wanting still more.

It was time to leave his little Pretty, Pretty hungering for “More”. Time for the girl to feel the emptiness, and loneliness of her solitary room. But first he would prepare her for what he now expected from her. He lifted the young confused beauty’s chin with a single finger until her soft azure eyes met his gaze.

“I would love to stay with you Ma Cher, but I have business to attend to………”

Before Lydia could speak, voice an objection, or beg him to release her, Kristenson pressed as single finger to her moist ripe lips once more to silence any protest.

“I Shall return as soon as I can Ma Cher. Now be a “Good Girl and get some sleep you must be exhausted.”

His lips brushed Lydia in an almost chaste kiss. Her chin rested in the palm of his hand and his thumb brushed the side of her cheek.

“When you hear my key in the lock you will kneel by your bed, your hands clasped at the nape of your neck, elbows out, your sweet little derrière resting on your heels, back arched and your knees spread.”

Kristenson knew the position of display that he was requiring of Lydia would be humiliating for her and yet there was something about his little Pretty, Pretty, that lead him to believe that she needed to submit to his wishes and desires. His Pretty, Pretty was what the stunning young beauty, his obsession, was becoming to him. He pressed one more kiss to her lips and whispered,

“Rest Ma Cher”.

Jan Kristenson knew that it would feed her craving for more. It would be a very long night for Lydia, very long and lonely for the stunning young creature whose dark passions had just been awoken. It would be three days before Kristenson came to Lydia again. Three days of his pacing, fidgeting, and longing to fly to his little Pretty, Pretty but she as well as he must learn denial and control if they were to obtain ultimate pleasure.

When the three days had past Kristenson once more descended the stairs that led to Lydia Fercil’s solitary room. The soft CLICK of the key in the door lock announced his arrival. As Jan turned the door knob he wondered if he would find her on her knees as he had commanded or if she would come at him in a fit of anger.
 
Last edited:
She was so angry with herself, but pleased with herself as well considering for once in her life she gave in and did something for herself something that she wanted to do, and although she knew how wrong it was to feel this way when she had been kidnapped and all but raped, but she didn't care, she felt deep down that she would never have gotten this much pleasure elsewhere. She could never have imagined that a woman could cum just from a spanking, she wasn't blind she knew those type of relationships she didn't really understand them but she also wasn't very educated in the lifestyle either no there was no way she was submissive and even if she was this would not be the way she would want things to go, she had always figured that in those types of relationships you truly had to completely trust your partner, and even love and understand them, she knew this wasn't possible, and she knew this man did not care anything about her or her feelings.

She also didn't think he would treat her in a sense as kind as he did if he didn't feel something for her.. no that was just what she wanted to believe. Sure he made her cum many times, but to her sex was much more than just sex and he had ripped that from her so clearly he cared nothing for her. She had hated herself for giving in, but her body betrayed her as he mind was betraying her, but she wasn't a weak girl not by a long shot if anything he was making her a stronger woman a stronger person in a warped way. She blushed at his words but could not find words of her own every time she wanted to say anything she didn't and that wasn't like her she decided when she was ready she would speak now just wasn't the time for that. She hadn't wanted to give in to his kiss but something deep down in her told her to.

She just couldn't help herself to open her mouth to him to search out his tongue with her own, he tasted so good, he tasted like a warm summer day, and she could get lost in his kiss. She was disappointed when he pulled away from their kiss she should have been glad, but again she felt that familiar emptiness. She felt something in those eyes of his, she couldn't quite put her finger on it, however. She had never been so pleased yet confused at the same time. Each kiss just made her want him more, more a word she was learning so very well when it came to him. She wanted to hate him, but who could hate a person that was bringing you so much pleasure? She didn't know hell she didn't really care at this point, although deep down she knew damn well she cared. Get it together Lydia, you are not weak never had been never would be either she thought to herself.

She took a deep breath wanting so much to ask him questions and get some answers but she just wasn't ready for any of that yet. Her breath caught in her throat when he tilted her chin gently so she could meet his eyes. She nearly died when he told her he had business to attend to what another poor kidnapped girl she thought to herself had she been a little braver at the moment she might have said that but truth be told she was still scared of this man. She wasn't sure why he placed his finger on her lips as though to silence her she wasn't ready to argue or fight him at the moment she was to physically and mentally exhausted. She only nodded her head at him when he told her she must be tired but she was sure he had no idea just how exhausted she really was.

How could he act like he cared one minute and then be nonchalant the next she was smarter then this she knew this was part of his cat and mouse game, she wasn't the type to beg or plead, maybe that is what he wanted what man would want a weak woman like that? She didn't know how a man's mind worked she had been a virgin and never had a serious boyfriend, she had never found guys her age that attractive and they actually annoyed her with their immaturity. She shook her head anger rose at herself once more so you'd rather have a man kidnap and rape you what the hell was wrong with her. She responded very softly yes sir she had assumed that's how he would want her to respond. She thought it sounded a bit demeaning but again what did she really know she had been a virgin after all. She wasn't really falling for her rapist was she no there was no way that was happening she was just sexually attracted to him, and she damn well knew she didn't have Stockholm syndrome.

She smiled against the kiss, Jesus christ Lydia. She nodded her head knowing once her head hit the pillow she wouldn't do much that evening and most of the next night aside from pacing and sleeping. She was angry so angry with him but she hid her emotions very well, aside from when he was bringing her pleasure. She didn't want to be alone, she knew cuddling was out of the way but the way she felt she felt as if she needed someone to comfort her from all she had endured that evening even it the comfort was coming from the man that had put her through it all. She waited for him to leave and then she hurled into a ball on the bed and fell fast asleep. Three days went by three long days... and she yearned for contact, well not even that really, she longed for a book something to at least keep her occupied but at least he hadn't chained her back up she had thought to herself on that second day.

On the third day she had thought to herself maybe it would be better if he had just killed her cause, this was worse then any torture that he could inflict on her. She heard the click of the key and did as he had asked of her but today was the day she would ask the questions she wanted to ask, even if she didn't get any answers, the day that she wouldn't be afraid after all what, was the worse that could happen, he torture and kill her wasn't that what she thought to be anyway? She took a long deep breath, just be yourself lydia she thought, you are a strong woman.
 
Jan Kristenson knew that tree days of solitude and loneliness with no diversions and just the memories of what had happened to her and she reacted to it would feed her craving for “more”. It would be a very long night for Lydia, very long and lonely for the stunning young creature. It would be three days before Kristenson came to Lydia again. Three days of his pacing, fidgeting, and longing to fly to his little Pretty, Pretty but she as well as he must learn denial and control if they were to obtain ultimate pleasure.

When he original kidnapped Lydia her had intended to school her gorgeous young body to crave sexual pleasure before reveling himself to her. Yet with the way that the ravishing young beauty had reacted to her sensually seductive spanking he knew something richly Dark had awakened in the depths of Lydia’s sweet young soul. Like Karen this stunning young chestnut haired beauty needed a little sensual pain to increase the pleasure that his fingers had brought to her. So as the three days passed Kristenson decided to see just how much his little Pretty, Pretty, desired that heady mixture of pain and pleasure, and yet he knew that first he must gain Lydia’s trust.

When the three days had past Kristenson once more descended the stairs that led to Lydia Fercil’s solitary room. The soft CLICK of the key in the door’s lock announced his arrival. As Jan turned the door knob he wondered if he would find her on her knees as he had commanded or if she would come at him in a fit of anger. There his little Pretty, Pretty was kneeling her soft eyes demurely down cast, her delicate hands clasped at the nape of her slender neck, and elbows out with her firm little derrière resting on her heels and her back arched. The position thrust the ravishing young creatures firm breasts up and out as if she were offering to him for his pleasure, her knees were spread so that her delicate pussy blossomed and her sweet little pearl of passion peaked from those delicate pink folds.

“Bon jour Ma Cher.”

He lifted Lydia’s chin with a single finger and Jan pressed his lips to her moist full ripe lips in a fleeting kiss designed to leave Lydia hungering for more.

“I have missed you Ma Cher.”

There was no hint of guile or mockery in his voice but rather the ring of truth to what he said. With Lydia’s chin now cupped in the palm of his hand and his thumb gently stroking her cheeks Jan smiled down into those wide questioning azure blue eyes. He drew Lydia to a position where she was kneeling up between his knees. His lips were now so close to hers, his hot moist breath washed over her angelic face his scent filled her nostrils, so intoxicating so tempting.

“Do you desire to feel the warmth of my hand on your sweet little Derrière Ma Cher?”

Kristenson’s lips seductively brushed Lydia’s with ever word he spoke, then his lips claimed hers in a sensual invitation to surrender to his kiss and submit to his will. It was just a little step to take, a little step that Lydia knew would lead to breath taking pleasure, and after all it was just a kiss. Kristenson waited to see if his pretty, pretty would take that little step in to his dark world or would she falter and fly from him like a frightened little dove.
 
She couldn't believe that she actually missed him, the man that kidnapped her that all but raped her was being here making her crazy, was she just lonely? Yes, that had to be it, no it wasn't that she didn't really feel lonely she felt more hungry, and not in the way you eat she was hungry for him and the more he offered her so freely. So many thoughts and feelings had been going through her in those silent free days and she decided not to be scared anymore, what was the worst that could happen, he would punish her, torture her wasn't that what he was already doing. Fuck fear she thought, she might end up getting killed anyway and why would he want a weak girl, why was she worried about how he would want her in the first place.

She took a deep breath and realized to him this was just some game, she was just some conquest but for Lydia, this type of thing meant much more to her. Why was she feeling anything but hate for this man what type of person did this make her, but wouldn't most kidnappers had already gotten what they wanted and killed the victim by now, she didn't really know. She didn't know what this feeling was maybe it was because he had been her first or was it something more, was it that he had been one of the only people in the world to truly ever make her feel alive.

Deep down she didn't just want to be another girl but at the same time why did she want anything more from a man like this. She wondered how many other girls he had kidnapped, she decided to ask her questions when he returned to her, she had to remember also this wasn't a relationship. She still even after all he had put her through she wanted more she had to admit to herself that when he spanked her, that pain mixed with pleasure had truly awakened something in her and she wanted and needed more. She had plenty of time to think and make decisions and sort through her feelings even though her feelings were very confusing. Once she heard that click of the knee she couldn't believe that she had willingly did what he had asked of her and she didn't feel embarrassed or shy about it either, she shook her head before he came into her room.

She took a deep breath. She was exactly in the form of the way he had asked of her, a foolish girl she thought to herself. It was a bit of a demeaning pose yet at the same time she realized that if this pleased him it pleased her, what was happening to her she wondered to herself. She looked up and found herself smiling, she wondered how to greet him, she didn't know his name and she doubted he knew hers as well, and he had never really expressed how she wanted her to greet him. She didn't know if she were able to move so she stayed in position. She still really hadn't said much and she figured that suited him. When he kissed her lips, though only for a moment sparks flew or was that just her imagination?

When he told her he missed her she wondered if he really meant that, then decided she shouldn't care he had left her here alone, he couldn't have missed her too much, but he sounded so sincere so honest. Just do it Lydia its now or never, you're never going to get the answers you want or need if you don't ask him the questions. She was glad he had pulled her to where she was now kneeling this position was far more comfortable than the other. So close she thought so very close... to close she wanted him so bad and he smelled so good she wondered what cologne he wore. Again she asked herself why did she care so much?

She had to admit to herself that yes that is what she wanted, no it was what she desired and so much more. She wanted answers, but when he invited her to kiss him she couldn't resist she wanted his lips on hers again every time he kissed her she felt more and more alive and she had to admit she liked that feeling and she didn't want it to go anywhere. When the kiss ended she looked at him softly, now or never she thought.. there were many questions but the first one would be simple.

"Why me... and how many?" She supposed that was more then one question but still, she found herself flinching waiting for a back hand across her face, this was the first time she had really spoke to him except for begging not to be killed and begging for him to bring her pleasure.
 
“Bon jour Ma Cher. I have missed you Ma Cher.”

As Lydia’s chin balanced on the tip of his finger and her soft azure blue eyes met his, he could see the doubt in their clear blue depths. Yet his fleeting kiss, at least for the moment, overcame that nagging doubt that he had seen her soft eyes as she gazed up into his. In that moment of trusting valuableblity Kristenson drew the girl up to her knees.

“Do you desire to feel the warmth of my hand on your sweet little derrière Ma Cher?”

His mouth claimed the young chestnut haired beauty’s and this time the girl did not hesitate to respond to his dark seductive kiss. Lydia’s lips parted, her tongue sought his, and he led that sweet little pink tongue in a dance old as time itself. Once again Lydia found herself lost in that prefect kiss that called to the darkest corners of her young soul as time lost all meaning. How long did that kiss linger and deepen she would never know. When his lips at last parted from hers he knew she would once again be left hungering for more.

As Jan held Lydia’s gaze he saw a flash of strength and determination in the clear depths of those stunningly expressive azure blue eyes. There was a moment of hesitation that quickly passed and he could see a renewed determination in Lydia’s gaze.

"Why me... and how many?"

Lydia blushed, then demurely lowered her eyes from his gaze. That sweet innocent blush, GOD she was so adorable and desirable.

“Why not you Ma Cher?”

That deep, dark, rich voice warped around Lydia’s senses once more as he cupped her chin in the palm of his hand and lifted those soft question eyes to his once more.

“You are a gorgeous young creature Ma Cher that any man would move heaven and earth to have.”

There was sincerity in his voice and the ring of truth that could not be denied as his thumb caressed Lydia’s cheek. Again there was no trace of deceit or guile. Jan knew that he had only answered part of his Pretty, pretty’s question. His eyes smiled down into hers as he drew Lydia across his laps and placed her hands in the hollow of her back.

“ You asked how many? How many I have taken, as I have taken you Ma Cher?”

The tips of his fingers seductively trailed over the firm contours of Lydia’s firm, sensually seductive derrière.

“Shall we count then Ma Cher?”

SMACK

“One.”

Jan cooed as Lydia firm little derrière jiggled so seductively from the blow. He waited to see if Lydia would call him “Sir” again and thank him for that hot sensually seductive slap to her bottom.
 
Last edited:
Still, at the mention that he had missed her, it sent a thrill of happiness and sadness through her, because she was happy that he had missed her, but incredibly sad at the same time because if he had missed her he wouldn't have exiled her to this lonely solitary room. She wanted to hide her feelings but that was always something she was never very good at her eyes were always a dead give away to what she was feeling in the moment. His kiss, however, rested her sadness and her doubts at least for the time being anyway. She bit her lip as she looked at him when he drew her up to her knees. Yes, this was a much more comfortable position.

She thought over his question for a moment, yes that was exactly what she wanted and needed but at the same time, she also needed answers. There was that kiss again, that kissed that sparked so many feelings throughout not only Lydia's mind but her body as well and she gave into that kiss she wanted his lips on her own she wanted to taste him to drink from him. She sought out his tongue rather shyly at first until his own started to dance in tune with her own a little moan escaped her lips. She didn't want to feel this way but she just couldn't help herself, no one had ever evoked such feelings from her.

That kiss that one wonderful kiss seemed to go on for hours, though she knew it had only been minutes, it was the most exquisite kiss she believed she had ever had. When his lips left her, she felt destitute once more longing for more of what he had to offer her. Finally, when she felt the time was right she spoke up without fear at the moment she didn't care what happened to her she really didn't care she at least had to ask, she figured she would die here she might as well know. She braced herself. She finally asked him why her, and how many... did she really want to know how many, she shook her head was that jealousy she felt, what was becoming of her she thought to herself. She had thought long and hard about the question she didn't really care about why her, she wanted to know how many, what was this a competition and would she be used and thrown out like god knows how many others.

She took a deep breath and waited. She could feel the heat that rose to her cheeks after asking her question and she quickly looked away from his gaze afraid of what she might see there. She wondered what would happen when he tired of her, surely a man like him would have no use for someone like her, she had nothing to offer then she thought to herself why in the hell did she care so much in the first place. She didn't look up when he said why not you. She could feel her heart racing and she was sure he could hear it as well. She bit her lip shyly when he cupped her chin into his hand once more and gently raised it so her eyes would meet his own.

She was stunned by his words, stunned by that affirmation and yet so very pleased and confused by his words she decided then that she needed to know what he would do to her when he grew bored of her. She leaned into the soft caress against her cheek as she needed the contact, craved it then she realized it was his touch she craved. She felt for a moment like crying, but she couldn't no correction she wouldn't he hadn't hit her as suspected why did he feel the need to play head games with her. She didn't wait for him to answer the other part of his question she didn't want to know she knew deep down it would hurt her and break her heart to know the answer and she just wasn't ready to admit that yet, the only thing she was grateful for is that he hadn't expected her to speak much and for that she was grateful.

She gasped slightly when he pulled her gently into his lap, but the smile he gave her beforehand melted her heart, what the hell was wrong with her she thought to herself. "Yes, sir." She whispered in an answer, but she realized then it didn't matter why should it, she was just another conquest she knew she hadn't meant anything to him, and she understood why, she was his captive, his to use as he wanted and she didn't have anyone out there looking for her, she was the perfect target. She sighed as his fingers trailed along her firm tight ass. She closed her eyes for a moment and savored that soft seductive touch. She shook her head yes when he asked her if they should count, she wondered if he meant to count how many times he spanked her or how many girls, she decided, either way, it didn't matter, she wanted his touch any way she could get it.

She jumped at the first firm smack to her delicate ass. But she responded by saying one. This smack seemed harder than the last time, yet she found that she was already aroused. She took a deep breath. "Sir, may I please have another?" She asked and braced herself once more.
 
Lydia took a deep breath and waited, she had asked her question and now she blushed the most adorable shade of pink from the tip of her little button nose to the tips of her toes. Kristenson loved the way that adorable little blush turned scarlet as he said,

“Why not you Ma Cher? You are a gorgeous young creature that any man would move heaven and earth to have.”

What a sweet little lamb his Pretty, Pretty was as she leaned into the caress of his thumb on her cheek. He smiled, pleased with her. Jan had answered the first part of Lydia’s question yet he had not answered the second part and how many?

“ You asked how many? How many I have taken, as I have taken you Ma Cher? Shall we count then?”

A sensual little gasp escaped Lydia’s full ripe lips when he pulled her gently into his lap, and she demurely replied

“Yes, Sir……..One”
Came Lydia’s shuttering reply, his hand print crimson on the soft alabaster skin of Lydia’s firm little ass. Jan was pleased with his adorable little Pretty, Pretty as she softly murmured,

"Sir, may I please have another?"

There was an aching need in the young girl’s voice as she begged him for another and her request was immediately granted as his hand came down again in another forceful SMACK. Kristenson idly wondered just now many stinging Smacks it would take before his little lamb was shuttering in the throes of another orgasm. This time there was no little caresses to the girl’s throbbing clit, this time it was just the stinging smacks to her firm little butt followed by the soft seductive caress of his finger tips to her now crimson ass. That smooth alabaster flesh was now hot to his touch as his hand came down again to set Lydia’s ass to jiggle so sensually once more. Yet every time that his hand came down his little Pretty, Pretty you beg "Sir, may I please have another?"

Jan was amazed at how high the count was rising, it was almost as if the girl was denying herself of the pleasure she craved. When she did cum he once more gathered her into his arms.

“You are the one that I have sought Ma Cher, the one that I have taken as my own, the one that I will cherish in my own way.”

His fingers tightly curled into Lydia’s soft chestnut hair as he drew her lips to his for a soul searing kiss. He had never truly answered her question as to How many other’s he might have taken before her, he had simply said she was the one…… the one he would cherish. Kristenson wondered if that would be enough for the inquisitive young Miss.
 
She had been surprised that she dared asked the question and that he hadn't slapped her silly for blatantly misstepping but had she really, he didn't seem like the type of man that would want just a meek little girl then again why did she care about what he had thought. She hated herself for feeling the way she was but at the same time, she had no control over how she felt no one did really all she had to do was hide those feelings from the man before her. She had thought about what he had said to her and it felt and sounded as if he really meant those words, she had never before had anyone say anything so kind to her before, perhaps that was why she was feeling the way she was feeling in the first place.

She didn't want him to see how much she had needed his touch that was the last thing she wanted she felt like she was showing weakness and the was something she just didn't want him to think of her then again she wondered why did she even care. His smile everytime soft and kind melted her heart, nothing like the man she had first met when she had first opened her eyes in this solitary room what had changed from then and now she wondered or was that all part of his plan, show her kindness then torment and kill her? She just didn't know.

She decided then that it didn't really matter how many and she didn't want to know because that meant she was just another lost girl, and she didn't want to feel that way, she didn't want to have any type of feelings towards this man all she truly wanted was to hate him and yet she didn't, couldn't. She took a deep breath to herself oh Lydia what a conundrum you are truly in. She wasn't sure if he meant her to count how many girls or how many smacks to her ass he planned on doing to her until she became undone with lust and greedy need for more. But she so readily agreed to anything he asked of her.

She couldn't help herself but gasp at the suddenness of him pulling her into his lap it almost felt as if she had belonged here with him... and she wasn't sure if that terrified her or excited her more. But she replied with yes sir and began to count. To say it didn't hurt would be a complete lie but there was also intense pleasure after each smack that confused her, even more, each time. She could barely say that she wanted more but somehow she managed to squeak out please sir may I have another, she found herself wanted more needing more of the pain tinged with pleasure on her ass, she needed more of him. She jumped more then before, at the suddenness of each smack, it wasn't as if she didn't know it was coming after all but at the same time she needed more and each time she tried to brace herself she just couldn't she could feel her wetness between her thighs she was hot, burning on fire.

She was losing count of just how many smacks against the ass he had given her but she wasn't begging him to stop no she knew she was close so very close to going over the edge.. she then thought about something her kidnapper never once really took pleasure for himself it was as if everytime he had wanted to bring her pleasure and this confused her even more so, yet she was grateful at the same time as well. Each time he spanked her he also caressed her ass with finger light touches along the way eliciting little moans of pleasure to escape her lips. She wanted more and he gave her just that each smack harder than the last.

It was as if each time he spanked her she craved more even as she squirmed against his lap, she couldn't get enough and she got louder and louder at her request as she begged for another each time. She was confused in her feelings of wanting more of his sharp hand against her firm tight ass, she closed her eyes and enjoyed each new sensation that he brought out of her squirming body. Her orgasm, however, hit her all at once like a tidal wave that sent her cascading over the edge and even deeper into the abyss, it was so intense that for a long moment she couldn't get herself together and she barely registered that he had taken her into his strong arms.

She was stunned by his next words and she didn't know how they made her feel maybe he wanted more from her or was he just saying these things to keep her under his thumb so she would submit or could she possibly be the one that he had been looking for? No, she didn't want to think like this but perhaps he was the one she had been waiting for all along as well and she just didn't want to admit this to herself. She moaned against his kiss as his hands wrapped tightly against her hair pulling her deeper and deeper into his world into him. She didn't care that he hadn't completely answered her question what mattered is if there had been others she was the one that mattered the one that he wanted. She realized that this brought tears to her eyes and although she had so much more to say and ask she simply for the time being was overwhelmed as tears started to roll down her cheeks softly.
 
Jan Kristenson could see that young Lydia was confused by her feelings of wanting more of his sharp hand against her firm tight ass He watched as her soft blue eyes fluttered closed as she enjoyed each new sensation that he brought out of her deliciously squirming young body. Her orgasm, however, hit her all at once like a tidal wave, engulfing her and sweeping the hapless young beauty away that sent her cascading over the edge and even deeper into the abyss that sweet dark abyss. It was so intense that for a long moment Lydia was completely lost in a state of unbelievable ecstasy. No matter how hard she wished she couldn't get herself together and it barely registered that he had taken her into his strong arms.

“You are the one that I have sought Ma Cher, the one that I have taken as my own, the one that I will cherish in my own way.”

Jan could see the questioning look in his sweet Pretty, Pretty’s eyes, the flash of emotions. He saw those emotions warring in the smoldering depths of her eyes. Her questioning, did he mean what he said, and the longing, no, the craving need to believe that what he said was true, that she was the one he had sought and had chosen as his own. Kristenson knew it was useless to speak now so he merely gave her what he could see she so desperately longed for and his mouth closed over hers again to linger and deepen into a demanding savage kiss that fed the young chestnut haired beauty’s cravings.

As that savage kiss deepened even more Kristenson carried Lydia to the bed he sat down and then rolled over to bring the young girl astride of him. He looked up in to Lydia’s smoldering blue eyes as his hands slid up the sensual curves of her torso to cup her proud firm breasts. His eyes smiled his pleasure with her as he rolled her nipples under the pads of his thumbs. He rolled pinched and tugged at those taunt pale pink rosebud nipples until Lydia gasped .

“First a little pain Ma Cher to sweeten the pleasure!”

Jan continued to hold the young beauty’s eyes captive as his hands seductively slid back down the sensual curves of her torso to encircle Lydia’s trim little waist. He lifted the girl till she was up on her knees, until she could feel his erection brushing the hot, wet, folds of her pussy.

“Now for pleasure Ma Cher.”

Kristenson let Lydia’s own weight slowly impale her on his iron cored cock.
 
She didn't understand why she was enjoying this feeling so much she wanted to be upset but at the moment all she felt was that numbing need between her hot legs, she was so wet and so turned on at the moment and although she might be confused she knew that she had wanted more. She could not believe how intense her orgasm had been it seemed like each time he spanked her or touched her she got lost into his touch into his world and she didn't want to come down off of her euphoric high any time soon. She was lost so lost with him, and she didn't know if she ever wanted to return, she hadn't once tried to escape or fight him since that first time.

She tried coming back to earth but not only was her body lost she thought to herself at the moment her soul was lost as well. She was confused yet elated at his words, though she was still very skeptical at the same time and she didn't want to feel anything for this man, the strange was is that somehow she felt safe with him she felt as if in some sick way she belonged to and with him. She didn't want to show him any of the emotions that she was going through at this moment but she just couldn't help herself her eyes betrayed her every single time. She knew he would be able to read her like a book no matter how hard she tried to hide the way she was feeling, pitiful really she thought to herself.

She didn't think she had seen any maliciousness in his eyes nor a lying tone in his sincere voice then again he clearly knew her better then she knew him. When he claimed stake to her mouth once more she sighed contently against his mouth his taste was a taste she was craving for more and more every day. She was happy when he picked her up and carried her to her bed, she was stunned at herself that she felt any type of happiness towards this man. The way he looked at her just then like she was the only woman that mattered to him at that moment and perhaps just perhaps that was true, she had no real way of knowing, however. She moaned as he rolled her nipples under the pads of his thumbs, deep down she knew that even if he ever let her go she knew no man would ever give her the type of pleasure that he was.

She gasped suddenly and even jumped a little at the sudden twist on her overly sensitive nipples. She nodded her head in understanding. Part of her wanted to look away yet the other part of her was compelled to continue to look into his eyes. She felt herself sigh as he lifted her slightly and then she could feel the hardness of his cock near her hot wet and waiting folds she had never been more ready in her life. At his next statement, she moaned knowing what was to come. Lydia let out a low growl as she was now impaled on her kidnapper's hard cock.
 
Jan Kristenson was pleased at how hard Lydia came from her spanking alone. It had left the pretty little chestnut haired beauty panting and gasping as she tried to catch her breath, such a violently orgasm merely from his hand spanking hand and the lightest caress of her hot little derrière. His gaze met Lydia’s smoldering azure blue eyes as he swept her up into his arms, careered her to the bed, drew the confused and hungering young beauty astride of him. As soon as he whispered to her “Now for pleasure Ma Cher.” He could see that longing for “More” in those stunning blue eyes that laid the girl’s innocent young soul bear to him. Oh he would give her that “More” that she now craved.

Oh how he loved the way his little Pretty, Pretty’s full ripe lips “O”ed as her own weight bore her gorgeous young body down on his iron cored cock. The staggered little moan and gasp as again he twisted her throbbing pale pink rosebud nipple. Lydia was now fully impaled on his cock her soft little pussy pressed to his wiry groin.

“”Ma Cher I think some “jewelry” my “pet!”

Reaching down his fingers fumbling with his discarded trousers he drew something from the pocket and held the object up before Pretty, Pretty’s smoldering passion glazed eyes as he gave a little roll of his hips to hers his cock growing in her tight pussy. Two ornate little dragons dangled from a finally wrought golden chain. The vicious little beasts twirled hypnotically on their golden chain before Lydia’s azure blue eyes. Kristenson’s knees came up to press to the girl’s back then he sat up the young beauty trapped between his knees and his body. Once more his lips and teeth captured one of her delicate pale pink rosebud nipples teasing and suckling it until it was rock hard then Jan let that throbbing bud POP from his mouth. The mouth of one of the golden dragons opened showing vicious needle sharp teeth that soon camped and bit into Lydia’s engorged nipple. Such sweet pain as her scream echoed in the room. Then he captured her other nipple. This time Pretty, Pretty knew what was coming.

The weight of the vicious little dragon nipple clamps tugged at the young beauty’s nipples as Jan’s hands guided Lydia up on to her knees the velvet head of his cock just inside that delicious little pussy and the he let Lydia’s weight bear her down again to once more be fully impaled on his cock. Slowly but steadily Jan increased the tempo with which he took her, and increased the force as he trusted up into her defending ravishing young body. Each thrust now causing the young girl’s firm breasts to jiggle, the nipple clamps to bite harder into her tortured nipples as Kristenson mingled both unimagined pain and pleasure together. He was in no hurry to have her cum, no Pretty, Pretty would be allowed to savor the excqusive pain, and hunger for that sweet more of her orgasm until she begged him to let her cum.
 
She didn't understand why her body betrayed her every single time, but she did understand the need to cum every single time try as she might there was no denying the pain brought her great pleasure that she still didn't understand and perhaps she would ask him eventually. It felt like forever before she came back to earth was any of this real she wondered could one person really experience this much pleasure from a spanking or just a simple caress. She was breathless when he carried her to the bed and her confused look had to reveal all the things she was feeling at this moment. Every time he spoke now sent goosebumps soaring through her body, she realized the voice sounded so familiar but she just couldn't figure out why.

Her eyes she was told once was the gateway to her soul, she remembered a very wise coach telling her that once, she blocked the memory out... every time she had thought of him she tingled all over now and then she thought. She didn't want to think of him right now, he would be so ashamed of her, or so that's what she thought at least. They had kept in touch, but lately, it seemed shorter and shorter after all they both had lives to live. Her thoughts were suddenly broken when he brought her down onto his iron hard cock, a loud moan escaped her lips and she felt herself turning red at this. She jumped and gasped when he started to twist her hardened sensitive nipple, she thought it should hurt but it didn't it only added to her pleasure. He was so deep inside of her and it felt good oh so good she thought to herself.

She was confused once more at the mention of jewelry, but she didn't think to question him. She wasn't quite sure what he was holding up for her to see, so she gave him a perplexed look as he held her gaze. Each roll of his hips sent her into another frenzy she was so close again her body once more aching and needed release. It was cute she thought to herself but she had no idea what he was showing her and she wasn't sure she wanted to know. Her eyes were wide and questioning but she dared not asked not cause she was afraid slowly her fears of him were dissolving did she trust him no not completely but she also didn't think his intent was to torture or to kill her. She looked at him softly, perhaps even nervously unsure of what was to come.

She gasped as his teeth once more teased her delicate nipples making them harder than they ever had been before, she arched forward as if begging for more. She saw the teeth of the dragon and once again that misplaced fear was back just when she didn't think his intent was to hurt her or torture her he did something else that did. She screamed out from the sudden pain that took over her body, more she thought to herself. She closed her eyes bracing herself for the other dragon to be placed on her other sensitive hardened nipple. Again another scream escaped her lips. She didn't think she would be able to handle the sudden pain of the pressure on her tight little nubs, but when he impaled her back down on his cock once more another low moan escaped her lips.

She was on top of him riding his cock and she found herself arching her neck back, though she had been dizzy from the pain, feeling his hard cock inside of her tightness was exquisite, she had never been more confused then she was in this moment. Each thrust from his cock only added to the tightness of the clamps on her nubile nipples, it hurt but then it didn't she wanted more needed more and she was getting close the buildup was growing and it felt more intense and more powerful than ever before. She closed her eyes and before she knew it her body was moving against his hardness, she realized he hadn't told her to do this she was willingly giving herself to him. She had never been so close before, but each time her orgasm ebbed he slowed and just teased her with his cock.

She knew what he wanted but what she prepared to take that step into that new black abyss of pleasure and pain. Her body was starting to ache for release. "Please sir please, please let me cum." She moaned out.
 
The mouth of one of the golden dragons opened showing vicious needle sharp teeth that soon camped and bit into Lydia’s engorged nipple. Such sweet pain as her scream echoed in the room. Then he captured her other nipple. This time Pretty, Pretty knew what was coming. The weight of the vicious little dragon nipple clamps tugged at the young beauty’s nipples with each trust of Kristenson hips as he drove his cock deep into Lydia’s chaste young body as her weight bore her down on him his cock fully impaling that tight delicious young pussy. Oh how he fucked his sweet little Pretty, Pretty, his hands sliding up the sensual curves of Lydia’s torso to cup her firm breasts and to roll her tortured clamped nipples under the pads of his thumbs. He watched intently those soft express azure blue eyes that could hide nothing from him. He saw those soft blue eyes flutter roll back, as he felt the young chestnut hair beauty’s tight little cunt grip his cock harder and knew she was about to cum. The tempo that his cock was slamming into her had built to a blinding crescendo and as Lydia’s moist ripe lips “O”ed he yanked the nipple clamps from the girl’s engorged nipples. Lydia was swept away in a tidal wave of unspeakable pain that laced trough her nipples and an unimagined pleasure that coursed through every fiber of her excusive young body as they mingled to become an unbelievable feeling that left the adorable young beauty breathless.

The young naked beauty woke her head resting on his chest, enfolded in the strength and security of his arms. Lydia was still astride of him and his now soften cock was still buried in her sweet tight cunt. His lips brushed each of Lydia’s eyelids in a gentle fleeting kiss before brushing the girl’s full ripe lips with a tempting kiss, a seductive invitation to once more surrender to him body and soul and savor the addictive pleasure of his savage kisses. Kisses that demanded that Lydia give herself full to that dark sensual kiss, to give all of she had to give and then demand more of her, for Lydia Fercil was not the only one that wanted more. What had started as a lover’s kidnapping had now become something quite different, his desire was now to introduce the ravishing young chestnut haired beauty to ever darker passions. So far all Lydia was required to do was bend to his will and savor the sexual pleasure that he aroused in her delicious treacherous young body.

Lydia’s soft blue eyes had fluttered close her breathing had become deep and shallow as sleep claimed the spent and exhausted young beauty. Jan let the girl slip from his arms, she looked so young and so innocent as she laid curled on the bed. Oh how he wanted to fuck that tight little ass of hers.

“Sleep Ma Cher for tomorrow you will learn to please a man with that sweet virgin mouth of yours”

Kristenson gave Lydia’s firm little ass a loving pat and then left her to rest.

Jan did not come to his Pretty, Pretty the next day or the day after but left her with her own hungering body’s desires to be fucked, and the girls growing craving to cum again. On the morning of the third day Lydia once more heard the key turning in the door’s lock. Kristenson wondered if Lydia remembered the position of display, and would the proud young beauty assume it once more as she had previously. The door creaked open and Jan Kristenson, Lord and Master, stepped into Lydia’s Fercil’s lonely world again her only human contact.

“Today Ma Cher you will please me with that sweet mouth of yours.”

Oh she had been a virgin when he took her and he wondered if this sweet girl had ever given anyone a blowjob before. Well no matter she was going to suck on his cock till he came in her mouth.

“You have given a man a blowjob before Miss Fercil?”

He wondered could she really be that naive and innocent. He waited for her answer, his cock already out of his trousers, fully erect, the tip brushing the kneeling girl’s lips.
 
She couldn't believe the pain she had felt when the first dragon clamped against her hardened nipple, as she gasped and screamed out, why was he doing this for the longest time she had thought finally that his intent was not to hurt or torture her but wasn't this a form of that? She could tell that her scream had pleased him, maybe she thought he really was that sadistic. She hadn't wanted to think of him that way but when the other clamp captured her other nipple another scream escaped her lips. Even though she had known it was coming it still hurt. Each thrust he had pushed up against her made the clamps bite even harder against her nipples as she tried not to cry out once more. But as there was pain there was pleasure he was so deep inside of her and each thrust of his cock against her womb and each time he hit her g-spot the pleasure was becoming too much and it was overpowering the pain.

She wished at the moment that her eyes weren't so telling it bothered her that they were. She didn't want this to make her cum she didn't understand why she wanted to cum, why this pain should make her want to cum and yet her body just couldn't help itself, no if she was being honest she just couldn't help herself. She was so close and this time it was more intense and powerful than ever before as she moaned and writhed against him, each time she writhed it only made her orgasm ebb that much closer, and without warning, he pulled those clamps from her overly sensitive nipples. Although it had hurt like hell she thought to herself at the same time her body seemed to go into convulsions as her orgasm overtook her and it was the sweetest pain-laden with pleasure her young body had ever felt.

How could something that had brought her so much pain make her feel so much pleasure this confused her and perhaps when she was allowed she would ask him and maybe he could make her understand there was so much she wanted to ask him but at the moment she couldn't even see straight to ask him anything? She hadn't realized that she had fallen asleep until her eyes had fluttered open content albeit confused as she looked at him almost tenderly. She was still on top of him, cradled in the safety of his arms and he wasn't demanding anything gro, her which only added to her confusion again he hadn't hurt her really, it wasn't as if she had asked him not to do it, then again would he have she wondered, she had really only said no once and that was the first time he removed her clothing, she wondered if he would have "raped" her had she begged him not to... she simply didn't know enough about this man to know what he was really capable of.

Even now as he kissed her eyelids so gently almost lovingly she thought and then brushed her lips with his own opening her mouth with his own tasting from her demanding of her taste, she didn't hesitate to return his hungered kiss not because she had to but because she wanted to every day she was fighting with herself as to how could she want more from someone she didn't even know, or rather how could someone she barely knew to bring her so much pleasure. She didn't hesitate to search for his tongue with her own, each kiss he places against her lips only made her want that much more, she moaned against his kiss he was like an addiction to her and she needed more although she was fighting an internal battle with herself. She had known her feelings were wrong but were they really she was a adult, no matter how this had all happened she had a choice to fight or give in and deep down she didn't want to fight, she wanted and needed him and that was without knowing or seeing him, and it didn't feel as if he cared if she spoke or not so she kept things to herself.

So many thoughts were running through her head but at the moment she only felt that she was tired exhausted rather, that orgasm was more intense than any of the others he had given her. Before she had known it her eyes had fluttered closed and sleep had taken over her ravished body. She vaguely felt him lay her on the bed, and in her sleep filled state she smiled at the fact that he hadn't forced more from her at the moment she wasn't sure she would be able to give him more at the moment... maybe, no impossible she thought there was no way he cared for her. Her body was ravished and her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and feelings as she tried not to anymore, and just let sleep overtake her.

She heard what he had said and her heart started to race, though she was a virgin at the beginning she wasn't completely so she had used her mouth to please a man before, she figured it would keep him sated without having sex with him but it hadn't and he had broken up with her anyway. The thought of pleasing him somewhat thrilled her but what if she didn't do a good job, what would become of her, what would he do to her and the panic took over. She however quickly put that to the back of her head as sleep took completely over her. She had woke the next day and he hadn't been there, she was becoming accustomed to the quiet of the room in a sense she had welcomed it, she hadn't really been able to think at school with all the partying and immature bullshit that went on around her and the way she had never felt like she was alive but it would have been nice had he left her at least with some books or music.

When she took showers she found her hands traveling to her clit but then for some reason she would stop herself, she wasn't ashamed in herself really but she wanted him to be the one to bring her pleasure and this angered yet excited her at the same time, this was wrong she didn't want to feel this way. She heard that key in the door and wondered what to do and decided to get in the same position he had wanted her to previously. Part of her had been lonely the part of her that was strong-willed was glad to be left alone with her thoughts. She didn't look up but she had decided last night she would ask him a few questions when the time was right. Part of her had wanted to leap into his arms, the other part of her was angry no not angry hurt that he had left her alone once more if he wanted her truly wanted her as his own why did leave her after every sexual encounter they shared?

This time she gently looked up at him but didn't say anything though her eyes had shown there was so much she wanted to ask of him, but she didn't know if she was supposed to speak or when she was allowed to. She realized her heart was pounding in her chest was this really what she wanted to to do she was always told this was only something you did with someone you really loved or cared about and they definitely didn't have that type of relationship but then she was also afraid of what would happen if she didn't. She decided she needed to give him an answer. "Yes, sir I have." She said as she knew her voice quivered with her answer. She hadn't wanted to answer the question honestly but she did she was never a very good liar anyway.

She didn't want to disappoint him and then thought to herself again was that because she had feelings towards her kidnapper or because she was scared of what he may do to her if she didn't. She felt his hard cock against her soft red lips. No now she knew was not the time for questions.
 
He had been pleased to see Lydia kneeling in the position of display when he had entered the room that was now her world and he could see in those sweet azure blue eyes her deep longing for more. Yet he had made up his mind that first she would have to give him pleasure and so cupping her chin and raising her eyes fully to his as he stroked her cheek with his thumb he asked.

“You have given a man a blowjob before Miss Fercil?”

He had framed the question crudely, as if English was not his first language, in an attempt that the coach and confidant that Lydia had know so well would not show through in the slightest way.

"Yes, sir I have."

Kristenson face remained unreadable those he was surprised. So his little Pretty, Pretty was not that sweet or innocent if she had already sucked a man’s cock. He could not still himself as he asked the kneeling girl.

“How many men’s cock have you sucked, how many blowjobs have you given girl?”

There was an edge to his voice that Lydia had not heard sense the first day when he had ordered her to strip for him. Yet there was something else in his voice, a hint of disappointment that she had indeed sucked a guy’s cock. Before she could answer the question he went on.

Did you enjoy sucking cock, taking that hot iron cored meat into your mouth, swallowing his cum as he fucks that pretty little face of yours girl. As he spoke his erection was getting larger his cock like some ancient serpent danced before Lydia’s eyes. It’s mesmerizing dance weaving and bouncing, seductively pulsing, as it brushed the young chestnut haired beauty’s full, moist, ripe lips.

“So show me what a good little cock sucker you are girl!”
 
She wanted to hate this man every time he walked into the room but she jut couldn't will herself into doing so maybe it was because he gave her what no one else could he made her feel completely alive even though that's the last thing that she wanted. She hadn't wanted to answer him but not only was she afraid not to she felt compelled to and although she didn't want to disappoint him she also didn't want to lie to him even though she didn't feel she owed him anything, but she wasn't a person that lied even to someone that wanted to break her.

So she was honest with him, but she knew it was a mistake the minute she had been honest with him. He wasn't acting the way he had a few days ago and she realized she was hurt and confused by this at the same time. She shivered as she waited for the response to her answer, she didn't know what to really expect but she noticed the change in those eyes of his that she was starting to know so well. She couldn't make out how he truly felt but his eyes became colder then she had been used to. He didn't ask her who or why at least not yet and she didn't feel she owed him an explanation so she wasn't as perfect or pure as he wanted her to be then, she realized what if that meant he wouldn't want her anymore or that he would kill her after all, she felt her heart start to race.

She took a long deep breath and bit her lip as she tried to cover up the conflicting feelings that were overtaking her. The edge in his voice made her shiver a cold chill running up and down her spine. She looked up at him innocently but the hurt clearly was evident in her young eyes. "One sir, only one.'' She would have explained more but that was something he clearly didn't care about at the moment. His voice sent chills through her and not the good kind and part of her wanted to cry because she hadn't done anything wrong except give him everything he had asked of him. Why did he seem so upset, it wasn't as if he had been a virgin when she technically met him and she was sure he had been with plenty of women so what right did he have to be so upset with her.

She shook her head adamantly wanting to tell him it hadn't been like that he was making her angry but she had nowhere to run or go so she couldn't just lash out ay him either. She had already known he was very well endowed but having his cock dancing in front of her mouth, made her realize just how big he really was. She should have pulled her head away in anger but she couldn't in her reality all she wanted to do was please him even if his words had stung her. She was proud of herself that she had fought back her tears this time. She did as he said and opened her mouth and leaned in to take his cock in her hot and now ready mouth.
 
“How many men’s cock have you sucked, how many blowjobs have you given girl?”

"One sir, only one.''

Lydia meekly replied. Kristenson could clearly see the hurt in the young girl’s eyes, again the confusion as if to ask What have I done wrong? How have I displeased you? Haven’t I given you all that you have asked of me?and he knew that she had but something dark, in that inner most core that he hid from himself prompted him to ask,
“Did you enjoy sucking cock, taking that hot iron cored meat into your mouth, swallowing his cum as he fucks that pretty little face of yours girl.”

Lydia was not the only one to be dealing with conflicting emotions. Ever sense he had seen Lydia Fercil at soccer try out in her freshman year at high school he had longed for her, had been obsessed with her. He had placed her on a pedestal,His sweet pure, virginal Lydia and no to find out that she had pleasured a man with that sweet kissable mouth. Jan saw the flare of anger in the clear blue depths of the chestnut haired beauty’s eyes, yet she remained stubbornly silent and he flared,

“So show me what a good little cock sucker you are girl!”

Then as his serpent like cock bounced and weaved before Lydia’s stunning blue eyes and like a snake that mesmerizing its victim he saw that Lydia knew she should pull her head away in anger, but he could also see that she just couldn't. Could it be that he had become her reality, the center of her small little world and all she truly wanted to do was please him, even if his words had stung her. He could see the pride in her shimmering blue eyes that she had fought back her tears this time. Slowly, sensually Lydia lips “O”ed, her little pink tongue slipped between her full moist lips, and Lydia opened her mouth and leaned into him as she took his cock in her hot and sweet mouth.

It quickly became apparent that Lydia Fercil was very much an innocent armature when it came to sucking a man’s cock and yet Jan Kristenson found her naive little attempts all the more arousing. He let his cock slip from Lydia’s “O”ed lips, he cupped the chestnut haired beauty chin and lifted her tear shimmering eyes to his perching gaze. Again all of her conflicting emotions, desires and fears were laid bear to him in those soft azure depths of her eyes.

“Tell me about the time you sucked a man’s cock Ma Cher.”

Kristenson’s voice had softened and those searching eyes of his seemed to compel Lydia to lie bear all that had passed between that man and her. Jan cocked his head, why did he feel so strongly it was a man and not a boy, not one of her classmates. Again he whispered as his thumb gently stroked her cheek.

“Tell me Ma Cher!”

There was no escaping that voice and those eyes for young Lydia Fercil. Her moist ripe lips slowly parted, would she tell him what he asked or simply take his cock in her young sweet mouth again.
 
The way he spoke to her broke her heart and she did not understand why considering all he had put her through and obviously he was still putting her through she didn't want to feel this way but she just couldn't help herself. But she spoke up and told him the truth, she was not a liar and she intended to stay that way, there were some things in herself she wouldn't change even if he tried to break her he never would, it was the last thing she wanted and she didn't even really know if breaking her was his intent, he hadn't really tried breaking her mentally had he no not really. Her heart had been beating so fast when she had meekly replied with her response.

She tried to hide the hurt in her eyes but she wasn't able to she never had been and she didn't think she could no matter how hard she had tried. She didn't understand why he was upset and she felt he didn't have any right to be. She hadn't fought him since the day he had kidnapped her, so why was he being what she felt was mean all of a sudden. She wanted to look away so he couldn't read her feelings it was the last thing she wanted was for her to reveal what she was feeling, she wasn't falling for him was she? No that just possibly could not be, there was no way in hell that she could fall in love with the man that had kidnapped her and all but raped her.

She thought about what he had said had she enjoyed it, no not really he was sloppy and didn't know what he was doing, or how to guide her in the ways of pleasing a man and no she hadn't swallowed either he had pulled out and shot his load on her face. She was more confused now then she had been since the first time he had taken her. Lydia didn't like all these different emotions that were going through her mind and her body, why was she so confused wasn't he supposed to be this was he was a kidnapper after all and god knows what he still had in store for her after all. If he knew the circumstances and why she had done what she had done in the past maybe he would understand then she thought why the fuck do I even care so much.

She was becoming angry now no more was she hurt she was pissed off and had this been someone she wasn't scared of she probably would have slapped the hell out of him for the way he was treating her, woman and men deserved some level of respect and he seemed not to want to show her any but there wasn't anything she could do about it considering she had nowhere to go and he was much stronger and powerful then she was. His next words only angered her more and she wanted to ask him what the fuck his problem was, but deep down she still had that fear that he could dispose of her at any time he had wished and she wasn't ready to leave this earth anytime soon.

She wanted to pull her head away and look away from him in anger but she just couldn't something compelled her not to what anger, lust, need, want she just didn't know and she didn't understand these confusing feelings she should have wanted to fight him but she just didn't want to nor did she think she could have he held all the cards and she had none aside from her will and her strength. Something compelled her to want to please him was it because he was her only human contact, or because he had given her such great pleasure, more pleasure than anything she could ever imagine feeling or was it because she simply just wanted to please him as he had her she just didn't know. She wouldn't cry she refused to it was the last thing she wanted she didn't want him to see her weak partly because of her own foolish pride, also because she knew a weak woman was a turn-off and she didn't want him to be turned off why she just didn't know.

Finally, after all, her conflicting emotions she opened her mouth to him and stuck her pink tongue out and opened her mouth to take his hard cock into her hot wet mouth. She didn't want to disappoint him but at the same time she wasn't a pro that was very telling but with practice, she knew she could and would be perfect at pleasing him it seemed at the moment that's all that mattered to her. She bit her lip without thinking when he pulled his cock from her mouth and she looked at him little-confused tears still glistening in her eyes but never rolled down her cheeks. Back, was the kindness in his voice that voice that sounded so familiar to her and she really didn't know how he wanted her to answer his question and at first, he hadn't demanded it but it felt as if he needed to know to ease his mind but why should she give him that.

She, however, wanted to be honest with him and tell her about the man that she had given her mouth too, well boy rather she thought to herself. She wanted to tell him she really did but she didn't know where to start. Her heart raced and she looked at him softly as he gently stroked her cheek so soft so understanding this only confused her more. Part of her wanted to keep certain aspects of her life to herself after all he wasn't telling her anything of himself. His voice now still kind but it was much more demanding as she looked at him and her heart raced. Every time she looked at him, and heard his voice she felt as if she had known him but that just couldn't be someone she knew wouldn't have done this to her wouldn't have taken her.

She took a deep breath. "My senior year of high school, I started dating a freshman in college that one of my friends had introduced me to he was nice enough so I agreed to go on a date with him, as you can suspect on that date he told me everything I wanted and needed to hear, I am a smart girl so honestly I should have seen right through him but he had been my first real I guess you would say, boyfriend." She took a deep breath and continued on. "Things moved pretty fast but I promised myself not to give myself to anyone unless it was someone I really loved." She glared at him with that but she was sure he wouldn't feel any remorse for that, yet she continued on with her story. "Anyway, we were in his dorm room and things were getting a little hot and heavy but I told him I couldn't and he grew angry so I opted to give him a blow job, I didn't want to but at the time I was afraid he would break it off with me so I did the next best thing, I went down on him but he was horrible, he didn't guide me and he rushed it, afterwards a few weeks later he ended up breaking up with me anyway and I have never regretted anything more I was young and stupid at that time." She said taking a deep breath as her story came to an end.
 
You must log in or register to reply here.

Similar threads

The_shadow_rising
What Would Your Husband Think? (Closed for SodaLover344)
4 5 6
Replies
146
Views
2K
The_shadow_rising
The_shadow_rising
L
The Unlikeliest of Champions (Closed for Kaena)
Replies
3
Views
216
Lucian_Devine
L
B
The new Status Quo
Replies
14
Views
518
Brandnewbuddy
B
Finadien
He came from the north (closed for curves_and_carbs)
Replies
0
Views
152
Finadien
Finadien
cgraven
The Rewards of Teaching
10 11 12
Replies
284
Views
5K
cgraven
cgraven
Back
Top