Bernadette's Trial

[PhoenixPrime01]

Igor Stravinski, The Lord:

There's no need to answer as one of my hands cup the back of your head following your motions and adding a bit of pressure at the bottom of each trip your mouth makes down my cock so I go just a bit deeper each time.

At the same time the fingers of my other hand find a nipple to twist and tug on it, milking, pulling on it and your rather small, firm breast at the same time. With each tug I reach into your mind and trigger a pleasure impulse to match what your body is experiencing.

 

[Annabelllee2003]

Sabine

MMMMmmm. A deep moan rumbles against my Lord’s cock as I feel his hand at my head encouraging me downward. His other hand pulling and tugging, mashing and twisting my nipple. Waves flow and ebb from my cunt to my tit, gathering force as I rock on his cock.

Moving faster, I moan again, wanting to feel his release in my throat as I suck as much from him as I can. Each downward stroke of my mouth is met by such pleasure flowing through me, I increase my movements and then feel My Master, as he starts on his way to climax.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Igor Stravinski, The Lord:

"Nowwwwwwww," I growl gutterally as my hand pushes you to my base burying your nose in my hair as my balls empty into your throat causing a near consant flow into your stomach.

As I erupt for the first time into your throat your entire tit is gripped and twisted as a finger flicks your nipple faster and faster and that pleasure center I've been 'triggering' is mentally squeezed to release it all at one time.

 

[Annabelllee2003]

I feel more than hear my Master’s strangled cry of “Nowwwwwww”. His hand squeezes my tit and twists it, and as the sensation radiates upward to my brain and downward to my cunt and I start to cum, driven to a higher plateau as I feel his seed pulse up and out from his cock to coat my throat and sear into my belly.

Wave after wave jolts me, my body spasms and milks my Lord’s cock, my nose buried into public hair, doesn’t matter, because I can’t breathe anyway. When I think I’ll pass out from the orgasm and lack of air, I feel him draw me up, up enough to catch a breath. We may not be able to die from suffocation, but certainly we can lose consciousness.

When his cock stops it’s mad spasm, I lick and clean my Lord, slowly, deftly, his cock, his balls, his ass. Then urge him into the bath, to wash him, ease him, and worship him with my service. Glad? No, fulfilled to be able to carry out the tasks he requires of me.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Igor Stravinski, The Lord:

"Mmmmmm, very good Sabine and now you may go and rest. Try not to gloat tooo much about your pleasure you little wench. Remember the next time it will be another's turn," I say quietly and affectionately.
Then she's sent off with a resounding *SMACK* to one ass cheek so it's burn and my red hand print will remind her of who she serves and to give her something to show off to the others. A mark of my pleasure not my wrath.

I then move to one of the ways through the castle know only to me. In a chamber behind the wall to my bedroom I move a panel aside and look in at Bernadette to see what she's doing.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Igor Stravinski, The Lord:

I find Benadette laying asleep on my bed. Apparently the experiences with Rahl and the dwarves have drained her.

'Now to begin,' I think as I slowly work my way into her sleeping and so defenseless mind.

I have no idea what she's dreaming, if she is, but now I'll make them the dreams I wish her to have.

Slowly I build a scene of her helpless and at the total mercy of Rahal and the two disgusting dwarf twins. They begin to fondle her helpless naked body as Rahl describes all of the horrific, unspeakable things he's going to do to her or have the dwarves do as he watches... after he raped her in every opening in her body, all of them.

I see her beginning to toss and turn, to shake her head negatively side to side and the look of total and absolute disgust and horror on her face as, in her dreams, she feels Rahl's cock ramming into her cunt.

Her mouth opens in a silent scream as her hips jerk and twist as if trying to avoid his misshapen cock.

Just as he's about to succeed in his foul rape I introduce myself into the dream.

I become her 'rescuer' and jerk Rahl away and toss him to the floor shouting imprecations at him for his foul attempt to take what I own and I protect.

A whip appears in my hand in the dream and I begin to lash the three of them soundly on all of their naked bodies, but paying particular attention to their misbegotten genitals and asses. It continues until the three of them lay curled into tight balls of quivering and shuddering flesh.

The the whip becomes a single perfect rose.

I carry it to where Bernadette is tied and release her from her bonds then kiss her forehead and caress her lips with the softness of the rose petals as my scent fills her nostrils intermingled with that of the rose.

When she's relaxed and calmed again, both on the bed and in the dream, the dream rose begins to caress her. Her breasts, her nipples, her stomach with it's slight feminine swell just above her mons, her shaved pussy lips and her inner thighs over and over again.

 

[Annabelllee2003]

Bernadette

Bernadette is dreaming of a dewy early morning. Clad only in shorts and a tee shirt she is making her way to the barn for the early milking. When she enters the barn and hears the shuffling and low moo of Claudette, the family cow, she smiles.

Her smile fades when the barn darkens. She cries out in the dark when three grotesque figures appear. Turning on slow feet to run, it’s like she is moving in molasses, she looks down at her legs and sees she is naked. Frantic, she tries to run again, her scream echoing through the barn as it fades away to a dungeon.

She’s tied and a horror is on her, whispering gleefully that’s she to be used, fucked and taken, mauled and plundered while slimy hands touch her, violate her. She screams soundlessly, her face a rictus of pain, when her thighs are pried apart and the demon starts to drive himself into her. Nooooooooooo.

He’s roughly jerked from her body by strong hands. Thrown to the floor with his comrades. Her relief is immeasurable. Bernadette listens as the tall, huge stranger shouts his displeasure at the trio and whips them again and again, her mind rejoicing in their punishment as she skitters backward as far as she can in her bonds.

The creatures disappear as the man comes toward her again, a shaft of light illuminating his handsome features, a rose in his hand. He releases her, kisses her tears away, kisses her forehead and lets her breathe in the essence of the rose. Her face and body slowly relax, as her breath becomes deeper. She closes her eyes and opens them again, feeling the rose caress move down her body slowly, delicious tingles, new feelings surface on her skin and bloom in her mind in it’s wake. She’s safe now.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Igor Stravinski, The Lord-In her dream:

"Will you come to me willing precious lovely one?
"Will you allow me to protect you from those slime (at which she shudders as she lays on the bed) and provide for you?
"Will you give yourself to me, your protector and provider as a woman gives herself to a man and never want for anything so long as you live?
"Will you be my lover, my bride and bear my children?" he asks softly, gently as the rose continues to glide over her skin, her breasts and her nipples, down her shaved mons and the tops of pussy lips. Her legs part to grant him and the rose more access. She does want to feel those wonderfully delicious feelings of arousal he's causing deep inside of her. (Laying on the bed her legs part and a small smile appears on her lips as she sighs.)

 

[Annabelllee2003]

Bernadette

Bernadette is transported in her dream to a vast white bed. White all around. Billowy softness that caresses her. She is lulled, and her body continues to vibrate with new, unknown sensations.

She smiles at him. The words she hears from her defender speak to her heart, when he reminds her of the trio, she shudders, and remembers it was he that saved her. Her savior. Ah, to sink in those words, to be kept safe from harm…

Her forehead creases as a fluttering rogue thought of her real situation may have skittered fleetingly in her memory. It’s chased away by his voice.

“Ahhmmmm,” a moaning sigh, almost inaudible from Bernadette.

“Will you be my lover, my bride and bear my children?” spoken so softly, almost pleadingly, so beseechingly.

She looks down at the rose, gliding over her body, her legs open. It feels like nothing she has ever experienced. His face is so handsome; his words speak to her loneliness, her fear. The rose brings such teasing pleasure. He’s eased her utterly, and excited her, awakened her senses.

Her voice, a dream voice answers “Yesssssss.”

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Igor Stravinski-In the dream:

Her silibant reply softly hisses past her lips as she rolls over and spreads herself on the bed as she's spread in her dream. 'Now it's time to deepen her arousal and prepare her for reality, me and my presence and her total acceptance of me as her Lord and Master.' I think.

The rose is laid aside and in it's place are my caressing hands, my lips and my tongue. Her face is kissed, her lips; her neck is licked kissed and lightly nibbled on; her breasts and nipples are fondled and played with until her breasts swell in arousal and her nipples can't be any harder; her pussy is stroked and rubbed until the lips engorge and swell and her clit pokes up between them; her nectar flows freely from within her. All in the dream as it is in reality. My heightened sense of smell is overwhelmed by the scent of her intense arousal as she moves on the bed as if following what was happening and how she moved in her dream.

As I emerge from the hidden chamber, I change the scene in the dream so she's just arriving into the bedroom and is standing undressing for me then undressing me.

A bit more control and she's still asleep and is still dreaming, but it now transcends the dream world as her eyes open and she begins to do what she's dreaming. I watch as she disrobes and unveils her clean, shaved virginal self to me. I smile as she sways toward me and begins undressing me as she...

 

[Annabelllee2003]

Bernadette

“MMMMmmmmmmm” a soft moan escapes Bernadette.
Dreaming and riding the crest of her body’s provocative agitation, she shudders head to toe when the rose is replace by her phantom husband/lover’s hands. His kiss is searing, burning and like no other kiss, real or imagined. His hands and lips caress where no one has ever been allowed. She stretches, and writhes under his ministrations, incensed with newly budded virgin lust.

There’s a swift moving current, like a line marking her body where he passes, between her vagina, breasts, lips and neck, redrawn with every new caress. Each line more intense than the last.

She moves from the bed, locked in the dream, standing, expectant. The chain unnoticed as she reaches to untie the gown at her neck, between her breasts, and under her arms, pulling the silk from her ripe body, shivering as it passes over her hard nipples. Her eyes are huge, darkly dilated. The flush on her cheeks is also on her chest.

In her dream he watches her, urges her with his eyes and she reaches for him to unbutton his shirt. Lingering to touch his chest with butterfly light fingers. As she reaches up to push it down from his shoulders, the chain tightens against the bed, making her falter a bit. Her fingers hesitate on his trousers. Fearful even within her dream.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Igor Stravinski-The Dream/Reality:

When the chain stubs short an eyebrow arches and I take a very short step forward so your bare nipples are barely grazing the silk shirt you were unbuttoning.

In your dream you see the step and understand the bondage necessary, what you want and need. It's to protect you from all of the evil that surrounds us. The evil only I, your Lord; Master; lover; soon to be father of your child can protect you from and keep away.

My hands reach around to caress and tease your firm, rounded ass cheek and the shadowy cleft between as your urged to continue what you've begun.

 

[Annabelllee2003]

Bernadette

A tentative smile warms her mouth as she gleans the necessity for protection. It’ll keep her safe, safe here with her bridegroom, her Master.

Bernadette’s fingers fumble some at his button. She’s never undressed someone else, it’s all backwards. His hands on her buttocks send more shivers to dance delightedly through her body.

Drawing the zipper down, her hands boldly go to his hips to ease them down. Down his lean, muscular flanks, long legs. As she bends her body touches his, her nipples stimulated by his bare chest. She stands. Her hands reach out to him, touching so tentatively, exploring so sweetly his body.

The kiss from her lips, her first kiss as a lover, strikes his chest. Rising against him, her body closer, she stands on tiptoe to kiss his neck, her hands touch his cock lightly. She rubs her face on his chest, inhales deeply his scent as she sinks back on her feet. A hand is removed from his member, to hold on to his shoulder as she kisses where she can and strokes him more urgently, the heat from her pussy is beginning to shake her.

She kisses down his chest, her nails dragging down from his shoulder, across his chest, to join her other hand.

Then she kneels before him to kiss his hard cock. She doesn’t think of the size that could rend her apart, she only knows that it’s necessary to kiss him, lick him, and take him into her mouth. So she does.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Igor Stravinski-The Dream/Reality:

This voluntary display of surrender is more than I'd hoped for so soon. A hand strokes your head and hair while the other strokes your face and hollowed cheek. I stand and look down at virginal Bernadette's lips stretched around my shaft and feel your tongue as it licks and moves over the head and smile a satisifed smile.

To reinforce your surrender and need for what you're worshipping with your mouth so ardently, if a bit unskilled as yet, I flick the pleasure centers in your mind once as your lips kiss my cock for the first time and again harder and longer, but not so long it allows your release from your arousal, the first time your lips close over it's head.

I think into your dream, your subsconcious mind as the feelings whip your body's nerves to a near orgasmic frenzy, 'I receive pleasure by giving it to Master and worshipping his maleness.', then the pleasure center is released again.

 

[Annabelllee2003]

Bernadette

In her deep dream, Bernadette is on fire. Her thighs do a quiver and shake. She feels a new wetness between her legs. She doesn’t quite know what to do with these feelings. She pauses with her lips curved around his thick shaft, and looks up at him. Eyes wide and dark.

When the feeling in her groin pulses thunderously again she moves forward, taking a little more of him in her mouth. She backs away, and moves forward in an ancient rhythm, inexpertly, feeling his heat and her own mingled together. She moans again with the feeling, her mouth full, “Mmmmmmm”.

The waves of pleasure traveling through her make her needy somehow but it’s beyond her comprehension. Her untouched body doesn’t know how to cope. She’s balancing on nerves and sensations that rock her soundly. Her mouth becomes more passionately heated, taking more of him in, stretching her mouth, her lips as she moves up and back against him. Pleasing him, getting pleasure in return.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Igor Stravinski, The Lord-Dream becomes reality:

Both softly audibly and in her mind, "Do you wish that where we both know it belongs my bride? Do you wish to surrender to me and give me your virginity?
"If so rise and lead me to the bed. Lay be down and kiss where you've just kissed. Then straddle me, mount my shaft and give me what you wish me to have, to own. Give me your virginity and your body as mine."

 

[Annabelllee2003]

As Bernadette

With a start, I hear and sense his words, the strange doubling makes me dizzy.

"Do you wish that where we both know it belongs my bride? Do you wish to surrender to me and give me your virginity?
"If so rise and lead me to the bed. Lay me down and kiss where you've just kissed. Then straddle me, mount my shaft and give me what you wish me to have, to own. Give me your virginity and your body as mine."

I’m not dreaming, it’s real – this is real. My mouth is around him intimately. I pull back. Confused and embarrassed as I remember undressing for him, undressing him. He’s in my mind and my body is throbbing, aching, crying out for something. I want to do just as he says. I want to surrender to him. My mind whirls and spins, I fall back against the side of the bed.

He’d saved me from Rahl. He took away my fear and caressed me so sweetly. But then I remember more, how it was he that orchestrated this whole nightmarish affair. But resist further? I remember Lina, Rahl, the dwarves. Shaking my head at their horror. I look up at him.

My fear is back, but nauseatingly entwined with longing. His words echo in my head – “…Do you wish to surrender? … Give me your virginity and your body as mine.” I could die a thousand deaths as Lina does, or I can surrender.

I raise my hands in supplication. My eyes still on his face.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Igor Stravinski, The Lord-Reality:

I take your hands and gently pull you to me. My arms enfold you and my hands caress and stroke you as you huddle against me, cling to me as a drowning person does to a piece of wood.

Your pleasure center is again flicked as soon as your nude body touches mine, nipples to my chest. Yet again when my shaft slips between your legs pressing up against your wet heat and soft pussy lips.

"Will you surrender yourself to me my Bernadette so I may protect and provide for you as long as you live?" I murmur into your ear.

 

[Annabelllee2003]

As Bernadette

When he raises me and his arms go around me, his flesh scorches mine. I move as close as I can, crying out my fears, my worries, and my loneliness. Grasping and clutching him as if he were the only one that could save me, protect me. My tears drip down my face and onto his chest.

And even as I cry, my body responds to him. Humming against him. When I feel his hardness between my legs, straining against me, I almost faint from the desire that races through me, the sudden passion that blinds me. This passion releases something deep inside me coating his hardness and making me move against him.

"Will you surrender yourself to me my Bernadette so I may protect and provide for you as long as you live?"

When I hear his soft words again, against my ear, my entire body spasms.

I nod into his chest. My heart pounding.

Again, I nod assent. My body’s on fire.

Then I’m sure… as sure as it’s possible for a virgin to be. I surrender.

“Yessss…”

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Igor Stravinski, The Lord:

"Look into my eyes Bernadette my sweet and precious one. Look into them and say it. Tell me what you wish to do," I murmur before licking your neck and raising my head.

While speaking and now while waiting a fingertip slides slowly up and down the cleft of your ass and one from my other hand circles slowly around and around your dripping virginal opening and my cock throbs against your clit.

 

[Annabelllee2003]

As Bernadette

"Look into my eyes Bernadette my sweet and precious one. Look into them and say it. Tell me what you wish to do"

His words again move me, unbearably. I lean into him, unable to stand. The feel of him between my legs is exquisite; his hands tease and torment me. His tongue is molten wet on my neck.

I look up at him, meeting his dark, fathomless eyes.

“I want you to make me your bride. I want to give you my virginity.” I feel myself blush horribly. I go on, my voice a shaky whisper, “I want you to protect me, but you scare me and I’m scared at the way I feel. It frightens me.”

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Igor Stravinski, The Lord:

"I accept you as my bride lil Bernadette and I will accept your virginity as your bride price.
"I will protect you as I always protect mine my Bernadette, for now you belong to me sweet little one," I say with as smile as the teasing arousal continues nonstop.

"You need only be afraid of me if you disobey me, displease me or don't give me please any way you can think of or any way I wish."

"As for your feelings, those are the feelings of a woman in heat, a woman needing a man to fulfill and complete her. A man to be deep within her to show her she is complete and a woman, no longer a girl. A woman to physically love and fill with pleasure."

"Do you wish that Bernadette? Do you want to feel me deep inside of you doing what men and women always do?"

"If so sweet lil Bernadette grasp the cock you've kissed, tasted, felt in your mouth and lead me to the bed. Then do as I've asked you to do. Straddle me, mount me and you, little pet, you do what's necessary to give me your bride price, your virginity, your body and your soul."

Again her pleasure center is squeezed as I speak the last sentence once more reinforcing the pleasure she'll feel in complete surrender.

 

[Annabelllee2003]

As Bernadette

Oh my God, he asks so much. I am throbbing, throbbing. As if back in the dream, I reach between our bodies and take his pulsating cock, turn and stumble back toward the bed. Leading him. Using my hands to guide him. I lay him on the bed. The need to have him overshadows everything, doubts, fears, regret. My mouth is so dry; my throat seems to close in on my reflexive swallow. Staring deep into those dark eyes, I crawl up on the high bed toward him.

Still like it’s a dream, I stop, kneeling by him. I bend down over his cock and kiss him. Lick him. Take him in my mouth. When I can’t wait, I move again and raise my leg to sit on him as I would my horse. Taking his hardness in my hand again, I feel fear again, it’s never going to fit. Nothing that big will fit. I’m not totally innocent, I have seen the farm animals and heard my parents. I’ve fended off boyfriends. Felt them against me when we danced. But never this.

Then another wave of intense desire hits me hard, low in the belly. The moan that comes out of me is that of a woman. My hand shaking, I rise slightly and guide that massive cock to me. I am so wet and slick, it slides against me as I try for the right position, causing another stab of lust. I finally use my other hand to open myself and tentatively lower myself onto him.

He goes in a little ways in me and then it stops. I try to move down further, it burns, burns. I can’t do it. The fear comes back, looking down at him, I try again, gathering myself.

“OWWWwwwwwww.’ I can’t do this.

Then my mind is consumed by such raw need, the need to have him in me slams into me brutally. Rising up on my feet, squatting over him, I guide him in me again, my breath rasping harsh in my lungs. Balancing there, my mind white with covetous desire, I come down on his massive throbbing cock. When my blockage restricts my descent, I use my body, my full weight, to take me onto him.

“OWWAAAAAAHHHH.” I feel the obstruction give way. IT HURTS SO BAD. I move down more, moaning, moaning. There’s a new wetness now. I’m impaled on him. My legs give out and that pulls me down further. I fall forward onto his chest, unable to move, he’s burning, burning me up, deep in my belly. I shudder with the burning. Gasping, tears come again and I can’t move. But I feel his throbbing, deep in me.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Igor Stravinski, The Lord:

I watch her hesitation, I relish her fear. I smile as her hand closes around my hardness and she gently pulls to obey and lead me to the bed where she'll be deflowered, claimed and owned for eternity.

I follow her lead and lay back on the bed then slide back farther so we're in it's center of it's immensity. She follows on her knees, breasts swaying, wet dripping from her onto the bed and then onto me as she swings her leg over my body and I see her freshly shaved, smooth lips part revealing the wet pink gash between them.

Her mouth, though still unskilled, is more eager than it was earlier and she actually drools as she takes me in after kissing and licking my cock.

There's no rush. Lina and Sabine have taken care of any urgency so I let her set her own pace and do as she wills, so long as she's giving me pleasure in some way.

When her hand moves the head to rub up and down the split between her lips the heat, the wetness and the increase of her scent of arousal with my head spreading her lips pulls a low moan of pleasure from me and, as I've done each time she's done anything that shows her surrender, gives me pleasure or both, I trigger her pleasure center again.

When she's finally set my head at her opening, I again moan at the wet heat that kissing and enveloping me. It takes restraint not to drive up into her and take what's mine, but her surrender is all the sweeter for it's voluntary and so will truly make her mine for all time.

Once inside the little bit I can go before claiming her virginity for all times my cock swells and contracts at the near overpowering feelings and sensations as I spread and open walls sacroscant before now. Again her pleasure center is triggered.

She wails as her cunt clutches me when she denies the ability to do what I've requested, required of her, and her pleasure center is seized and squeezed.

She uses all of her weight to sunder her maidenhead once and for all times. 'She Is Mine, Will Always Be Mine.', I exhault as she collapses onto my chest. Her tears sear my skin as my cock is filling her with fire. Fire that will soon turning to roaring inferno of passion, surrender and devotion to her Lord, her Master.

My hands caress, stroke. Head to firm rounded buttocks she's stroked as I murmur gentling sounds, let my cock drink in her wet heat and the feelings it's twitching and movement give me and begin to lightly stroke her pleasure center at the same time.

"When my sweet Burnadette is ready, comsumate our union. Ride me until we are both seized by the pleasure only man and woman joined can feel.
"Ride me, fuck me, screw me, mate with me until we are both in the throes of our first orgasmic release and I flood you with my seed for the first time woman, mother of my children to be."

 

[Annabelllee2003]

As Bernadette

I lay atop him, my bridegroom. No longer a virgin. The blazing pain that stretches me impossibly becomes if not easier to bear, a more distant pain, joined with little pulses of hot delight. His words rumble in his chest and vibrate my ear as I lay on him.

"When my sweet Bernadette is ready, consummate our union. Ride me until we are both seized by the pleasure only man and woman joined can feel.”

I don’t know how I can move, I’m tightly plugged, like a cork in a bottle.

"Ride me, fuck me, screw me, mate with me until we are both in the throes of our first orgasmic release and I flood you with my seed for the first time woman, mother of my children to be."

I shift tentatively on his chest. “MMMmmmm.” Burns.

I shift again, getting my hands down on either side of him. Every movement is drawn in red. I squeeze my eyes shut and bite my bottom lip. Moving more. OH my GOD. The fire is changing. Whirling and licking flames shoot up from our union. Pain, but more. I pull forward, and cry out when his cock moves in me. I feel my pulse deep in my pussy, and the hardness of him scraping along my burning walls. I can feel the pulse in my nub, shaking me. I move back down on him.

“AAAAAhhhhh.” Burns more but it’s good though. My hands clutch the bed. I am moving again, up. A spasm deep in me clutches his cock and makes me go back down on him harder. There’s more wet now, I feel as I slide up again. I reach for his hands to grasp and push myself up. I hear him moan, deep in his chest, and that makes me move again, up and down. When I am down on him as far as I can be again, my eyes squeeze shut again and I can only moan in response when I lift slowly on him and come back down.

Burning, burning and pleasure, searing hot red heat, jolts of lightning shooting through me. I open my eyes to look at him. My bridegroom, does he feel this passion?