Beast

Beauty

My bottom was stinging from Master's spanking, but the delicious sensations it caused in other regions caused me to ask for more. He had been right. I would beg for his hand.

I gasped in surprise when I felt oil being poured on my bottom. I couldn't turn around to see what Master was doing, but suddenly I felt his cock at my rear entrance. Actually, I only knew it as an exit and fear seeped into my eyes and my demeanor.

"Master..." I said in a shaky voice as his large cock probed for entrance. The pain was intense. "Master! That hurts!"
 
"Master, that hurts!" my Beauty exclaimed. I did not allow her discomfort deter me from continuing. I knew that soon enough her mood would shift from one of pain to one of pleasure.
"Relax, my Beauty," I said soothingly. "Relax...."
I slowly worked my cock up her hinder-entrance, inch by loving inch. I could feel her resistance crumble as her body adapted to this new sensation. Soon, I was buried almost completely inside her, and could go no further.
"How does that feel, my love?" I asked.
 
Beauty

Using every scrap of willpower, I forced my mind and my body to relax. As I did so, I began to be aware of different sensations. I felt every inch Master's long cock. I felt his hair tickling my backside. I felt his hands on my hips and his breath on the back of my neck.
He was so tender. So gentle. Gradually, I began to discover that I liked this feeling. I liked the fullness Master's cock created inside me. It was then I was able to tell him honestly, "Master, it feels sooo good. Please," almost a whisper, "fuck me."
 
I was very patient with my Beauty, and in short order my restraint began to pay off, as my love began to relax and enjoy the feel of my prick filling her tight behind. Soon, she was encouraging me, begging me to drill her harder and deeper. I was happy to oblige, increasing my pace until her howls of pleasure filled the air.
All too soon, I came, filling her back door with my thick cream. Still, I didn't remove myself from her anus, instead collapsing on top of her and just lying there panting without speaking for the longest time. Finally, I broke the silence by saying, "Let me free you now, my Beauty."
"Must you, Master?" she asked.
Her question stopped me in my tracks. I really didn't have to untie her. Not immediately, at least.
 
Beauty

"Must you, Master?" I asked softly.
I had come to enjoy the sensation of being completely at my Master's mercy since I had come here. To feel completely dominated by him had become one of my greatest joys.

"Perhaps you would like to...play a little more?"
 
I took a moment to clean myself while I contemplated my next move. My Beauty waited in silence, but her impatience was a tangible thing. Eventually, I went over and unstrapped her ankles.
"Master, I thought...."
I cut off her protest with a sharp blow to the rump. When her legs were free, I was able to adjust the horse, giving me both front and rear access.
I reached under and felt my Beauty's pussy. It was soaking wet. I raised my fingers to my mouth and tasted her. Then, I took my thick index finger and worked it into her ass. The mixture of oil and cum provided perfect lubrication, and I was soon able to add a second digit. Then, I started to work on her pussy with my other hand. The double sensation was too much for my Beauty to take, and she was soon putty in my hands....
 
Beauty

My mind was completely devoid of thought except for the sensation of Master's fingers in my body. My rear stung from the slap, but that couldn't compare to the delicious sensations of being utterly filled with his fingers. It didn't take very long at all for me to be so swept up in the feeling that I could feel my approaching climax. It built like a soap bubble, getting larger and larger, filling my whole body until finally bursting on my senses so strongly that I screamed, then blacked out for a few seconds.
When I opened my eyes again, it was to find Master still manipulating my body...
 
I don't know how long I finger-fucked my Beauty, nor did I know how many times she came thanks to my magic fingers. I only knew it was long past time for me to release her limp and weary body.
I didn't, of course.


Instead, hard again, I slipped behind her and began alternating between her two holes. I would spend a minute in her pussy, then I would pull out and enter her ass. I differed the time I spent in each opening, so that my Beauty couldn't establish a rhythm. I tormented her, bringing her so close to the brink, and then switching off and starting all over again. My Beauty begged me to bring her to a climax. I of course refused. I was having too much fun....
 
Beauty

"Ohhhhh!!"
Again, I screamed. My voice was almost gone from the frenzied screaming and moaning Master was wringing from me. Just when I was about to reach a climax, he would change...something. Either he would speed up or slow down or change what orifice he was plunging into.

"Oh, Master," I cried out hoarsely, "please let me cum!!!"
 
Having teased my Beauty long enough, I decided it was time to bring her to the promised land.
"I love you, Beauty," I proclaimed as I buried myself to the hilt in her love chamber. She whimpered as I screwed her, so mad with lust that she was no longer able to form words. We came together, and it was an explosion that left us both drained and dying.
"Oh, Master," she said. "Oh, Master...."
"You are extraordinary, my Beauty," I exclaimed, kissing her damp cheek.
"I had the most extraordinary teacher," she smiled.
 
Beauty

Master's loving left me utterly drained. I could hardly lift my eyes open, let alone move my limbs. Master, being sooooo much stronger, lifted me gently and carried me back to his bedroom, where he drew a damp cloth over my body, cleaning me. I crawled up to his lap and wrapped my arms around his neck.
"Are you happy here with me, my beauty?" he asked quietly against my ear.

I smiled against his neck. "Oh yes, Master," I said earnestly. I squeezed his neck with my puny arms (compared to his). "I am so content to serve you in every way." I dared not breathe of the time limit placed on us by his agreement with my father. I wanted this to last forever. I never wanted to leave.



OOC: I think one more exciting adventure and we'll reach your goal :)
 
The days passed too quickly. Still, as our time together shrank to a handful of days, our passion increased proportionally. We dismissed any thought of the outside world, and instead concentrated our energy entirely in eating, sleeping, and loving.
Perhaps not in that order.

One morning, we were in the pool together. My Beauty was impaled on my stiff cock, and was slowly and lovingly riding me to yet another orgasm. Someone cleared their throat, and we looked up.
"Father!" Beauty gasped.....
 
Beauty

"Father!" I gasped, my hands immediately rising to cover my bare breasts and my face now flaming in embarassment.
Father was slow to turn around, but he did finally. His face had been a mixture of anger, resentment and resignation.
"I couldn't wait these last few days, Beauty," Father said, his eyes on the flowers at his feet.
Water splashed as I tried to scramble out of the pond for the safety of my clothing, but Master held me back.
 
The merchant stared at the ground and said, "I've come to bring you home, daughter. I've come to rescue you from this...Beast. It is clear that I have come too late. Still, you are my daughter. Get dressed and come with me. We will never speak of this again."
"She can't leave!" I roared, with an intensity that shocked even me. "She can't leave. Not for another three days. We had a bargain."
I led my Beauty to dry land and positioned her on her hands and knees. Then, I got into position behind her.
"You are welcome to stay, if you wish," I said before slipping my cock into Beauty's waiting tunnel.
What Beauty's father did next stunned me. He sat down and watched.....
 
Beauty

I was a captive of my passion. As surely as the tears of shame coursed down my cheeks, ripples of pleasure began swirling in the pit of my stomach. As much as I wanted Master to stop and let me run away from this horrible scene, I wanted him to continue bringing me to that familiar peak of sensation that only he could bring me to.
Father's eyes never once touched my face.
 
Strangely, watching eyes enflamed my desire. I could not imagine what my Beauty was feeling, engaging in the Rites of Venus right in front of her father, but I was inspired. I drove myself to the balls into my Beauty, filling her with my staff, eliciting shameless moans of passion from her lovely lips.
Harder, Master," my Beauty begged. "I want to show Father everything I've learned.....
 
Beauty

Master's passion overcame my inhibitions and my shame. I began to feel the familiar tingles of my climax and quickly all other thoughts fled my brain.
I was angry with Father. I was angry for the first few days of torment of not knowing what I was to be subjected to. That first day when Master left me hanging all day from the chains in his playroom. But, I was so physically satisfied that I couldn't remain angry. I looked at Father and met his eyes. I saw the moment when he realized that while he had sent away a maid, he was now seeing a woman, a courtesean.
"Harder, Master," I begged again, and was rewarded with the first tingles of orgasm that began to sweep over my body like the tide: inevitable.
 
I held back my orgasm while Beauty came. I had other plans. I felt her body shudder as pleasure overwhelmed her. Then, she stopped moving altogether, satisfied to simply feel my length inside her.

She let out a disappointed moan when I withdrew. I turned her around, and my Beauty -- seeing my intent -- eagerly took me in her mouth. My moment wasn't long in coming. I pulled by prick out of her mouth and coated her face with my thick creamy seed. My Beauty gasped, but tried desperately to lap up every drop.

I stepped back, allowing the merchant to see his lovely daughter covered with my spendings.....
 
Beauty

With no more shame, I licked off all of Master's cum from my face. What I couldn't reach with my tongue, I used my fingers.
When I'd cleaned all of Master's cum from my face save the bit that got in my hair, I turned to face my father.
His eyes were...strange. An innocent before I came here, I was only used to the look of lust on Master's face. I had come to learn the nuances in Master's eyes. When he was happy, when he was angry, when he wanted me. I wasn't sure if what I was seeing in my Father's eyes was right. They looked glazed over with...lust.
 
I saw the look my Beauty cast at me, and then I saw the look in her father's eyes. I recognized it. Suddenly, I had a clear vision of my Beauty's future if I let her leave with this man.....

[Edited by R Nitelight on 11-18-2000 at 10:19 AM]
 
Beauty

I felt so torn. Master had not once given me reason to believe he wanted me to stay with him. As far as I knew, I was still only payment of a debt to him. After that first time I'd said "I love you" out loud, more to the sensations exploding in my body than to any person, I had actually grown to have real feelings for my Master. My heart would break if he sent me away.

But Father needed me. Didn't he? He looked somewhat ragged, as if his clothes hadn't been cleaned properly. And the look in his eye was disconcerting.

What should I do? Or would someone else - again - decide my future for me?
 
With a heavy heart, I made my decision.
"You are free to go, my Beauty," I said, trying to keep the heartbreak out of my voice. "I release you from the bargain I made with your father."
The merchant looked triumphant as he took his lovely daughter's hand. Beauty looked stunned and betrayed. Tears filled her eyes as her father took her hand and led her away. I let them walk about twenty yards before I spoke again.
"You are free to go, my Beauty," I said. "But you are also free to stay."
 
Beauty

"You are free to go, my Beauty," Master said.

I felt the tears welling up in my eyes. I did not want to go. But I didn't want to abandon Father. I walked away with Father toward town and home. I heard Master say I was free to stay, and knew what decision I had to make.

"Father, I cannot go with you," I said, as we continued to walk down the hill toward town. "I love Master. I want to be with him. Please,don't make me go with you."
"Beauty, I couldn't bear to let you go," Father replied, holding me to him. "But I couldn't bear to see you so unhappy."
"You could come to see me, Father. It's not a long journey." Hope shined in my eyes. "Thank you, Father. I promise to be good and remember all you've taught me." I blushed as I remembered how he'd seen what Master had taught me.

I watched as Father turned once again and walked toward town and his home. When he had gone, I turned and walked back up the hill. When I reached the crest, I excitedly scanned the spot where Master had been standing. He wasn't there. I began to run toward the garden, hoping he was there. I skidded to a stop beside the pond. He wasn't there.

I fell to my knees, tears in my eyes. Then I thought of the one other place Master might be. I walked slowly toward the manse, through the halls to our special room.

He was there, his back to the door, holding the bamboo cane he'd whipped me with that first day.

"Master...?"
 
Countess DeWinter

OOC: No, you don't. I apologize, my love. I've been a bad partner. I promise I'll make it up to you. In so many ways.
 
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