Jane Bond

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Boris had seen the flash of fear in Jane’s eyes, he had seen many emotions play across those stormy blue gray eyes ,but never fear. When at last they where alone in his room Boris looked deeply in to her eyes, searching for the reason for that fear but all he found was love. Boris slowly stripped Jane, as her garments fluttered to the floor Boris’s kiss flowed their retreat as he slowly bared her body. His mouth and tongue lashed the trembling young beauty’s naked pussy savored her sweet nectar.

Boris slowly rose as Jane’s body calmed, he walked to the dresser and took out a small jewelers box bring it to her. Boris watched as Jane opened it and she beheld a set of chaste sliver clamps laying there. Unlike Kawana’s golden clamps these had a small set screw interracially worked into the design, allowing Boris to set how sharply they would bite into Jane’s supple flesh. Boris mouth worked Jane’s nipples to pebble hard peaks, and then he placed the clamps on her, turning the screw till she winched and pain and a sharp gasp escaped her lips. Handing Jane the last clamp he waited for her to affix the clit clamp.

This time when Boris took the rattan cane from the toy cabinet he did not have to draw the cold dark mantel of the master around his heart.

“Kneel Kitten”

His voice was soft and full of his love for his Shy beauty, but no less compelling than Kawana’s Miss Bond. Boris used the cane to feed Jane’s darkest passions each strike to her breasts, nipples and pussy lovingly delivered. Till Jane screamed out her pain and pleasure.

He scooped the trembling young beauty into his arms and laid her on the silken sheets. Boris kissed each pale stripe, each wound, lovingly caressing them and then he made love to Jane as if she where his virgin bride and this was their first time together.

When morning came they both knew that he would have to leave, and that Kawana would call for Jane.

“Till London and your flat”

Boris kissed Jane as the guarded summoned her to the “Playroom”

 

[caela]

Boris kissed Jane as the guarded summoned her to the “Playroom”

"Til London," she whispered softly before rising to follow the gaurd. The night had been perfect and in her heart Jane knew she had made the right choice. She could still feel the marks of Boris' cane on her flesh and knew they would be visible for a few more days, a physical reminder of their last night here.

Thinking on the evening gaze her no time to worry over Kawana until suddenly she was in the playroom. Sinking to her kneels gently before Kawana's throne her eyes turned down to hold at his feet, her form trembling before him. Truly fearing him for the first time.

"How may I be of service Master?"

 

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He sat passively on his throne, watching, silently, brooding, as Jane gracefully sank to her kneels gently before Kawana's throne her eyes turned down to hold at his feet, her form trembling before him. Truly fearing him for the first time.

"How may I be of service Master?"

The African relished the way the proud beauty who had spurned his love trembled before him, he drank in her fear his fist knotted at his side.

“Look at Me.”

There was a treble thunder in Kawana’s voice as he stood to tower over Jane the muscles in his body knotted like cords of steel, there was a cold fire in his eyes, as Jane turned her gaze to him. He saw terror in Jane’s shimmering eyes and then eyes. Then something seemed to snap in the man and all that terrible anger drain from him.

“There is no need to fear me, Miss Bond I am a man of my word.”

His voice was the voice of the man had come to love, yet he was still her Master and more so than ever for he owned her body and soul.

“It shall be your choice Miss Bond how you please me.”

Kawana had always taken the greatest pleasure when Jane was allowed to guide their time in the “Playroom”.

“Are time is short Miss Bond please me.”

 

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“Our time is short Miss Bond please me.”

Rising from her knees in one fluid motion Jane wrapped her arms around Kawana's neck and pressed her lips to his in a savage, hungry kiss. Her body pressed to his wantonly, one leg wrapping around his hip to cling tightly to him. She might have chosen a path that would take her from him but she hadn't been lying when she told him she loved him.

She gave herself utterly to him that night, letting all of her darker passions rage for him in whatever pains it delighted him to give her, taking them all and giving back every ounce of pleasure she knew how to give with her body. Her passion was all savage, wild fury like a summer thunderstorm that one can't hope to contain but only to savor for a time.

When at last they both lay sated and spent for a time she smiled up to him and traced the lines on his chest where her nails had scored his flesh. "I DO love you Kawana."

 

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When at last they both lay sated and spent for a time she smiled up to him and traced the lines on his chest where her nails had scored his flesh. "I DO love you Kawana."

Kawana just smiled at Jane and kissed her.

The next five days returned to the familiar pattern of the last four months. A session with Jane and Anne in the “Playroom” and then in the evening the African would call either Jane or Anne to his Bed sometimes both as it pleased him to watch the two young beauties together. He did not speak again of his love for Jane and forbid her to speak of her love for him. Kawana knew that Jane had chosen her path and so no need to discuss it further.

At times he would push Jane farther than he ever had to savor her firry temper. At others times he almost ignored her. Finally the day arrived that Jane had been dreading. It started just after the “Playroom” session.

“My Pets tonight there will be an auction, suppliers and buyers have been arriving for several days.”

Kawana turned to Anne.

“I shall sell you tonight Anne.”

Then turning to Jane.

“Miss Bond you will prepare Anne and present her at the auction. Tomorrow night you will entertain a special guest.”

Kawana left Jane and Anne to prepare for the auction.

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Kawana led his two pets to the auction hall, a part of his compound that was screened off from his private residence a place that girl’s had not been allowed to approach.

Kawana was seated in his place of honor as the host with Jane and Anne kneeling at his feet. The bidders filed in the auction block brightly lit.

“M” arrived last and took his spot as auctioneer.

The First lot up will be lot 007A it will be a sealed bid starting price 500,000 pounds

“Lead Anne to the block Miss Bond.”

Kawana gently stroked Anne wild golden locks for the last time.

A roar went up when Anne was on the block Jane standing right behind her as Kawana’s handler. The crowd pressed closer.

”Stripper her so the bidders may see the goods.

“M” voice boomed out as he looked Jane in the eyes. The African gave a nod to Jane to do as she was instructed.

 

[caela]

The day of the auction dawns bright and clear and while Anne woke giddy and nervous but eager, Jane woke with a desperation filling her. She just wanted to turn the clock back a couple of day...anything to avoid having to see M.

Knowing that seeing M was inevitable however she went through the motions of helping Anne prepare to be sold. She helped her bathe and dress and did her hair. Jane chose to leave her friend without make-up because she didn't need it and being without only served to enhance her innocence.

***

Later as they entered the Auction Hall and knelt at Kawana's feet it was all Jane could do not to leap up and tear at M's throat. Her body was held tightly in check however but a tension ran through her like a jungle cat ready to spring on it's prey. If she hadn't given her word he'd already be dead and that thought put a slow, deadly, smile on her lips that she was happy to note made M shudder when he glanced down at her.

“Lead Anne to the block Miss Bond.”

Jane led Anne to the block and slowly bid her friend to turn this way and that, putting her through a series of poses as well. This was something that Anne and Jane had decided on and it worked much as Jane had hoped. She could see the way the buyers salivated for more and she hadn't even removed a stitch of Anne's clothing yet.

She heard M tell her to undress Anne but ignored him until she saw Kawana's nod as well. Slowly, teasingly, she stripped her friend. Deliberatly drawing out the process with gently strokes and caresses that made Anne's skin flush with desire and drew small mewling whimpers to her lips. Again Jane saw more interest peak in the buyers eyes and she smiled softly, happy for her friend.

If Kawana didn't get his moneys worth on Anne's sale Jane would be shocked.

Stroking Anne's hair softly Jane set the other woman on her knees and stepped back to allow the buyers to get closer to inspect the "goods".

 

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The initial fear that Jane saw in “M” ‘s eyes soon fade as he watched Jane pose her friend. The soft seductive way that she striped Anne to bring out the petite blonde’s innocent blush. The bidders went wild as they punched their coded bids that only Kawana could read.

Stroking Anne's hair softly Jane set the other woman on her knees and stepped back to allow the buyers to get closer to inspect the "goods".

An oriental bidder approached the block he was one of the men that had attempted to rape Jane at the Bound Unicorn Action.

I will sample the goods. He glared at Jane and a cruel smile curled his lips as his fingers entwined in Anne’s golden tresses snapping her head back as Anne whimpered in pain.

“No there will be no inspection of the goods[/i]

Kawana voice boomed over the cheering of the crowd. The oriental froze then released Anne backing away in fear of theButcher of Burundi.

The biding peaked and then stopped. Kawana rose and announced that lot 007A had been sold to and absentee bidder. It was then that Jane noticed the video cameras that where broadcasting the auction. He motioned for Jane to bring Ann back.

The Auction proceeded until a delicate young redhead was brought out on to the block and there stood Kathleen Ferguson a shy young lab assistant of Jane’s just out of university. The crowd went wild as she stood there trembling in fear. Kawana started the bidding for her at 200,00 pounds and it quickly rose to 500,000 pounds. “M” ordered the terrified girl stripped, and the bid shot to 700,000 pounds. Kawana went to the block he grabbed Kathleen’s shimmering cooper tresses and took her on stage in front of all. He had found his replacement for Jane and paid 800,000
Pounds for her.

The Auction was done Anne was taken for shipment to her new Master, and Kawana took the terrified Kathleen to the “Playroom”

Jane was left alone in the room she had shared with Anne. Tomorrow she would have to go willingly to “M” and hold nothing back as she gave herself willingly to him.

 

[caela]

Jane was left alone in the room she had shared with Anne. Tomorrow she would have to go willingly to “M” and hold nothing back as she gave herself willingly to him.

Jane paced and prowled her room. She felt torn assunder by the nights events. Anne was gone from her, one of her lab assitents was now in the playroom and tomorrow...Jane shuddered and couldn't finish the thought. Finally knowing she wouldn't sleep Jane changed into a leotard and grabbed her ballet slippers before heading to her studio.

Her studio, her santuary, the one place where nothing else mattered. She thanked god Kawana had had the presence of mind to have it sound proofed because her music blared loud enough to block out all thought as Jane moved to the heart wrenching music pouring from the speakers. She spun, she twisted, she moved through the music like water and with every movement her heart broke.

No matter what she did it seemed she hurt those she loved.It had never occured to her to wonder who Kawana would take as a replacement and now another one of MI6's girls was trapped in a place she couldn't escape. And Jane doubted she would find a coin to use for freedom other than hoping for Kawana to grow bored. She'd hurt Kawana by refusing to stay, if she'd stayed she'd have torn Boris heart to pieces as well as her own.

Growling her frustrations she changed her music. This time she chose something wild and savage, the strains of music as discordant and jarring as her emotions. She daned all night until finally her muscles refused to dance any more and she collapsed to the floor in her studio and only than did she cry. Great wracking sobs wrenched through her body until she was so weak and worn out with it all that she fell asleep there on the floor; not even enough energy left to her to return to her room.

 

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The Guard looked at the still delicate from of the pale beauty laying on the studio floor.

“Miss “

He called but there was no movement. He stretched out his had his fingers trembling for one could not touch Kawana’s pet’s without leave. His eyes where wide with fear as he felt her warm alabaster flesh under his hand.

“Miss Jane, wake up Miss Jane.”

When Jane turned opening her eyes the Guard pulled back his hand from her as if had been burnt. Fear filled his eyes as he stammered.

“Master Kawana desires your presence in the “Playroom”.

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When Jane arrived Kawana, had Kathleen spread-eagled and suspended in midair and “M” watched as an honored guest.

“Miss Bond initiates Kathleen into the joys of the clamps”

Jane’s young lab assistant looked on in horror as Jane knelt at the African’s feet.

Kawana whispered to Jane.

“It can be very hard for her or you can ease her way as your replacement Jane.”

And so Kathleen’s first day at the compound started and Jane’s last. An over it all “M” cast his shadow.

Kawana seemed to take pity on his new pet as Jane showed her the ways of a good slave.

When the session was over Kawana smiled down at Jane.

“Again you have pleased me Miss Bond. Take Kathleen to her new room, shower and dress with what has been laid out for you and return here in 2 hours.

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Jane found one of her own suits laid out on the bed, along with her own underwear, little personal things that Anne had helped her by in what now seemed a different life, blouse and shoes completed the outfit. There where no stockings so Jane would have to go bare legged.

The two hours passed all to quickly and it was time for Jane to face her greatest fear, and to pay the agreed price for her freedom.

 

[caela]

When Jane turned opening her eyes the Guard pulled back his hand from her as if had been burnt. Fear filled his eyes as he stammered. Master Kawana desires your presence in the “Playroom”.

Jane smiled softly up at hte gaurd, the look in her gentle grey eyes reassuring to the man. "Thank you, I'll go quickly. And thank you for waking me up." She left quietly leaving the gaurd with no fear that any reprisal would be coming from Kawana, she wouldn't get a gaurd into trouble for waking her up.

***

In the playroom Jane's heart broke to see her assistant bound and spread and she was filled with rage at seeing M standing there watching. God how she wanted to tear the man's eyes out! He was worse that the scum beneath the rocks in the garden and certainly didn't deserve to be present to see poor Kathleen's humiliation.

The session passed in a daze for Jane. She did as Kawana instructed and gentled Kathleen's way into Kawana's passions as well as she could. Only when the session was over and she was guiding the other woman to her room did they get a chance to speak.

"What is going on here Jane?" the girl asked, a soft sob catching in her voice.

"The very thing your mind is rebelling against accepting Kathleen. You've been sold into slavery by M and Kawana is now your Master. Remember to call him Master as well, better yet forget he has any other name."

In the room Jane ran a bath for the girl, making sure to add lots of soothing oils for her skin.

"Rest now darling. Once you've accepted your place here it will be easier. Kawana has dark passions but he is good to his pets. Most likely you'll have the run of the compound and if you please him he'll get you nearly anything that can be bought and brought here except such things that would give you access to the outside world." Kissing the top of the other womans head Jane went out into the bedrooom to see what was left to her to wear.

***

The sight of her own clothes was a shock to Jane. She hadn't seen regular clothing in months and something about it almost looked vulgar to her. It definatly looked way to confining. She made a mental note to give all her clothing to some charity when she returned to London and refurbish her closets.

She was able to dress quickly and even her hair didn't take long as she simply pulled it back into a ponytail. Looking in the mirror she was surprised to see Miss Jane Bond, the star of MI6 staring back out at her. Only this was no longer that Jane. Under the conservative clothing Jane could see how she stood, how her eyes looked, how every line of her body seemed to scream with sensuality that would never leave her now that it was unleashed.

As the two hours passed she chatted with Kathleen, telling her more of life in the compound and how both she and Anne had pleased Kawana. Granted how Kathleen did this would be different but she wanted to leave the girl with some idea of what was expected of her. As much as she wanted to she didn't leave the girl with any hope of escape only that Kawana would eventually grow bored with her and that if she pleased him he might be willing to sell her on to a Master who would be more suited to her own tastes as well.

***

Being a dancer and an inventor Jane had a flair for the dramatic and so she entered the Playroom once more just as the clock was striking the hour on her time limit. Sinking to her knees before her Kawana her eyes lifted to his, her gaze begging him not to make her do this though that still core of resolve clearly indicated she would if he didn't relent.

"How may I be of service Master?"

 

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Being a dancer and an inventor Jane had a flair for the dramatic and so she entered the Playroom once more just as the clock was striking the hour on her time limit. Sinking to her knees before her Kawana her eyes lifted to his, her gaze begging him not to make her do this though that still core of resolve clearly indicated she would if he didn't relent.

"How may I be of service Master?"

“Jane the choice is always yours; you know the price I have set on your freedom.”

Kawana’s eyes where neither cold nor did he let the light of his violent love show through to Jane. It was true as they both knew that he loved her, and she loved him, and yet in The African’s love there was no room for just Jane but only for the Wildcat that he brought out in her, there would never be room for the shy Jane, the dance, except for in the lonely confines of the dance studio he had built for her. The silence between them stretched on.

“Jane you are correct my Love for you is like a blazing comet that streaks across the heavens that burns with the passions of creation. Is that not enough for you, is it not a love that few ever taste?”

His dark eyes searched the depths of Jane’s stormy blue-gray eyes, they seemed to touch her very soul. Then his voice soften.

“A year or two till it spends itself is that too much to ask for you to wait for your Boris, Jane you could have both worlds.”

Kawana sat there his fingers softly stroking Jane’s silken chestnut tresses touched with auburn fire.

 

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“Jane you are correct my Love for you is like a blazing comet that streaks across the heavens that burns with the passions of creation. Is that not enough for you, is it not a love that few ever taste?” “A year or two till it spends itself is that too much to ask for you to wait for your Boris, Jane you could have both worlds.”

Jane looked up to him, her eyes dark and loving and she knew that he did indeed think he was offering her the world. She almost wished she could take it but slowly her head shook no.

"It is beautiful Kawana, and I will treasure your love always but it's not enough. There's no room in your heart for all the parts of who I am, only for those parts that bring you pleasure and I can't compartmentalize myself that way without part of me dying. You've shown me more of myself than I ever thought to know but I can't stay and watch your love for me die."

Turning her eyes sadly she reached up and curled her fingers around his hand, her lips pressing a tender kiss to the palm before boldly leaning up and pressing a loving kiss to his lips.

"Someday Master you will find a woman who you will be able to love all of and then you'll understand why I cannot stay. My choice is made, I will go to M."

 

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Boldly leaning up and pressing a loving kiss to his lips.

"Someday Master you will find a woman who you will be able to love all of and then you'll understand why I cannot stay. My choice is made, I will go to M."

Kawana savored Jane’s touch and savored her kiss. Slowly he withdrew she had made her decision and he knew he would not change it.

“As you wish Miss Bond.”

Gone was the spurn lover and only her Master remained as Jane saw his eyes draw the unreadable mask once more to hide a part of himself that he feared, a man who despite his power was afraid to give his heart into the hands of a mere woman. In that moment he was more fragile than poor innocent Anne.

With a nod to the guard that had awaken Jane “M” was ushered into the room.

He stood there his eyes devouring Jane as she knelt before the African taking in how submissively she knelt before Kawana, the sensual cures of her graceful, dancer’s, body. A smiled bowed his lips and his eyes for once did not shrink from Jane.


“Miss Bond it would please me if you pleasured my guest.”

Kawana’s eyes once more searched Jane’s, telling her silently nothing but total willing submission to “M”, freely given, with nothing held back would suffice. The tension in the “Playroom between the three was palatable as Kawana hoped against hope that now faced with “M” Jane would relent and accept his offer.

 

[caela]

Kawana’s eyes once more searched Jane’s, telling her silently nothing but total willing submission to “M”, freely given, with nothing held back would suffice. The tension in the “Playroom between the three was palatable as Kawana hoped against hope that now faced with “M” Jane would relent and accept his offer.

Jane's eyes held Kawana's and in those grey depths was an infinite sadness as well as her love for him. A love that encompassed all of him not just the parts that she found pleasing. A love that was complete and full and that he wouldn't let himself return to her. She didn't bother to hide such things from him as she slowly rose to her feet and leaned in close, pressing a long loving kiss to his lips and murmuring softly, "As my Master wishes."

Holding her love for both Kawana and Boris close to the surface she turned lightly and moved across the room to kneel before her enemy and instead of fury or hatred a calm acceptance creeped over her as she looked up at him. Meeting M's gaze her grey eyes held something that would unnerve M more than her anger...knowledge. She knew what he was, what he had done and she had no fear of him.

"How might I please my Master's guest?"

 

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“M” watched the loving kiss that Jane gave to Kawana, the sight of her pale beauty against his ebony skin thrilled him, Oh how James would hate the sight of his little girl a willing slave to the African. When Jane’s eyes met his “M” was startled, he had expected to see her hatred in them as he had seen at the auction when he had sold Jane and Anne to Kawana, instead he saw quite acceptance of her master’s wish and a frightening feeling that this firry beauty could see in to his very soul and in her gaze lay bare the man he was.

"How might I please my Master's guest?"

As Jane softly spoke those words of submission Kawana slowly rose and left the “Playroom”. Only Jane and one guard remained. The African had granted Jane a boon, he would not leave her alone in the “Play room with “M”.

“Stand Miss Bond”

“M” the smile on “M” ‘s face broadened as Jane gracefully rose. He circled Jane taking in her beauty as she stood there.

“ I remember when you first came to MI6 Miss Bond you where dressed just like this.”

The back of “M” ‘s hand brushed Jane’s cheek.”

“So young so beautiful so untouchable.”

His hands slipped Jane’s suit jacket from her shoulders.

“M” turned his back and then sat in Kawana’s thorn for he now was Jane’s Master

“Stripe Miss Bond.”

 

[caela]

Jane watched Kawana leave and sighed softly within her mind. In truth she had wanted him to stay. This was his price being exacted on her flesh after all but she also understood that it was something he didn't want to watch. She was glad however that he had left the gaurd. She'd asked him about it before because she didn't trust M for a single second if left completly alone with her. The gaurd would ensure that M inflicted no permanent damage to her.

M spoke as he moved around her but Jane knew no response was required and so she remained silent and still, letting his hand caress her cheek and his fingers draw the jacket from her torso. She watched him with those maddeningly calm eyes as he sat in Kawana's throne and the comparison her brain made between the two left M severly lacking but she didn't let that show in her gaze...though she would relish telling it to him later after her price was paid.

“Strip Miss Bond.”

"As you wish, Master." Slowly her finger reached up and undid the buttons of her blouse, letting it fall free to reveal the white lacy bra underneath. Sliding the blouse down her arms to puddle at her feet she reached behind herself and deftly worked the clasp of her skirt, a sensual roll of her hips sending it fluttering to the floor and revealing the sheer lace panties that matched her bra. Deftly even these garments fell to the floor and she stepped from her shoes as well leaving her flesh bared before M's gaze.

She could feel his eyes roaming over her and could see the darkness in his eyes but she knew that darkness wasn't born of darker passions as it was in Kawana's eyes, but of this man's hatred of her father. Jane knew he would use her flesh and consider it fitting revenge for whatever it was he hated James for.

"Is Master pleased?"

 

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“M’ relished the power he wheeled over Jane his heart beat faster as she sensually striped for him, the seductive roll of her hips, His eyes greedily devoured the proud young beauty as she bared herself to him, his tongue ran over his lips in anticipation of what he would demand of her body of he soul.

"Is Master pleased?"


“Very pleased Miss Bond,”

“M” had no desire to rush his victory over Jane he wanted to savor each moment, each humiliation, he had waited years for this moment. All those years of her prancing around MI6 tempting him with her body and never giving him a second glance for she was Jane Bond, the mighty James Bond's daughter.

“I understand that you are a dancer Miss Bond Dance for me excite me with your dance and body.”

“M” was determined to press Jane it was if he knew the inner workings of her soul and knew just how to strike at them.

 

[caela]

“I understand that you are a dancer Miss Bond Dance for me excite me with your dance and body.”

Jane realized with those words that M had done his homework on her and simply nodded her head gently before turning to the side of the playroom to select her music. She deliberatly made her steps more sensual that usual, her lithe dancer's grace giving a deeper, more inviting sway to her hips. Choosing her music she moved to the center of the room and stood quietly, her heart beginning to race as the first strains of music filled the room.

The music started slow and sensual and her body moved with it, as if her flesh were simply an extension of the music itself. As the music built it became harder, quicker filled with raw passion and hunger that reflected itself in the young dancers body. Jane wasn't sure when she pulled the band from her hair and let it fly loose around her, only that her chestnut tresses added a counterpoint against her fair skin as they slid in soft caresses to her flesh.

Finally the music drew to it's end and with the last strains Jane sank to her knees before Kawana's throne, her forhead touching the floor, dark hair pooling around her. Her chest heaved against the floor and her body was covered in a fine sheen of sweat as well as throbbing with the need that dancing to such music could always build within her.

 

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“M” watched festinated with the erotic performance, the wild savage beauty of Jane’s movement, the way her body seductively called to him, the flash in her smoldering blue gray eyes, and the passion that grew within her as she danced. His breathing was coming in short gasps of excitement when Jane sank to her knees before Kawana's throne, her forehead touching the floor, dark hair pooling around her. Her chest heaved against the floor and her body was covered in a fine sheen of sweat as well as throbbing with the need that dancing to such music could always build within her.

“M” smiled down at Jane, he stooped taking her hands in his raising her to her feet. The young beauty’s hair in wild disarray, her pale silken skin glowing, and the dark passion that flashed in her eyes, “M” ‘s lips brushed Jane’s his tongue gliding across her lower lip to slip with in her mouth to savor it’s sweetness, his body pressed close to Jane’s his clothing rasped across her nipples.

Slowly “M” led Jane to the St Andrew’s X binding her there, he took the mechanical lover and set it up the tip just grazing Jane’s clit. The hum of the machine softly murmured. “M” began to strip as the machine took effect. He had touched Jane’s soul with the dance now he would claim her body as he set her dark passions free.

 

[caela]

Jane rose as M took her hands and when his lips found hers she responded with hungry passion. Her eyes dark and stormy as her lips parted for his tongue, feeling it tracing her lips before her own tongue slid out to tease against his. The feel of his clothing rasping against her naked body making her gasp and tremble with the need flooding through her form.

Following him to the X she watched from lust filled eyes as he bound her open and wide, her limbs tugging at the cuffs that held her in place. She saw the mechanical lover when he drew it out and a whimper parted her soft lips. As it hummed between her thighs driving her passion higher she cried out in desperation and thrashed against the X as much as her bonds would allow. Pleasure continuing to build in her while M removed his clothes with what seemed to her to be an agonizing slowness.

Watching him intently she jerked and struggled, her hips arching to try and press tighter against the mechanical lover that was driving her mad. The vibrations from it enough to build her pleasure but the placement keeping it from letting her fall over the edge into the release she craved so very much.

"Pleeeease," she finally gasped, her voice little more than a hoarse whisper.

 

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“M” watched as Jane’s supple gracefull body surrender. He smiled almost kindly into her eyes as she pleaded.

"Pleeeease,"

Her voice little more than a hoarse whisper as she thrashed against her bound’s. With a press of a button “M” granted Jane the release that she craved. As the afternoon dragged into evening “M” pushed and challenged Jane’s dark passions as masterfully as Kawana had. He racked her, suspended her and used Jane till she was nearly spent. Then as Jane’s latest orgasm finally faded leaving the young beauty gasping for breath he released her form the trapeze.

“Miss Bond you have pleased me, I will grant you two hours to rest then come to my room.”

In all this time “M” had never once taken Jane himself but relied on the toys of the “Playroom.”

“Two hours Miss Bond and no more.”

“M” left Jane to get what rest she could and for her tortured body and soul to heal.

 

[caela]

“M” left Jane to get what rest she could and for her tortured body and soul to heal.

Jane lay curled and weak for a moment once M left. Finally she looked up at the gaurd still standing in the room and held out a hand to him. "Please I need help getting up. God I hate feeling this weak."

The same fearful look filled the gaurds eyes for a moment before he finally came over and held the young woman to her feet. Jane's body was weak and she swayed on her feet so badly that the gaurd ended up having to help hold her up. There was nothing even remotely sexual in the contact, simply concern.

Carefully the gaurd helped Jane back to her room and remained outside the door so that the young woman could. Only Kawana or God would have gotten past him.

Jane set her alarm for an hour and forty-five minutes and fell into a deep dreamless sleep.

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The alarm woke her and with a groan Jane rolled out of bed. Going to the bathroom she freshened herself up a bit and grabbed a simple sheer robe before heading toward M's room. The gaurd had still been outside her door and he followed her taking up his station outside of M's door while Jane knocked.

"You know the limits the Master gives his guests Miss Jane, if he goes beyond them you scream the Master's name and I'll come," the gaurd murmured to her just before the door opened and Jane was allowed to slip inside.

 

[cgraven]

The sweet fragrance of jasmine and sandalwood filled “M” ‘s room. The oil sat in a small blow over a candle, “M” smiled as Jane entered, his lips brushed hers in a slow sensual kiss. The fragrance was well know to Jane the oil would set every fiber of her being alive intensify every touch, every caress as if she where on fire.

“M” locked the door his whole being relaxed and confident. As he pulled the sash of the stunning beauty’s sheer robe, slipping it from her shoulders to pool around her trim ankles.

“So good of you to come Miss Bond.”

“M” lead Jane to the bed. He smiled into her eyes, his voice calm and pleasing as he ordered her to lay down,. He feasted on her beauty taking every sensual cure of her in the way her breasts rose and fell with her breathing the luxurious shimmering of her dark chestnut hair splayed around her head like a dark firry halo. Slowly “M” pours warm oil over Jane’s breasts his hands massaging it into her tortured body.

The intimate, sensual massage soon became seductive. It was if “M” knew all the hidden secrets of Jane’s body, how to please them, how excite them, and to seduce them to his will. There was gentle know touch to his fingers that masterfully played the young beauty bringing frighteningly alive. For the first time he slipped his finger into Jane to massage her throbbing clit.

The afternoon in the “Playroom had challenged Jane’s darkest passions, how “M” loving caresses called to her gentle nature.

Suddenly “M” ,s hands left Jane, she was alone with her body and the sensations he had called forth form it. “M” pressed her golden clamps into the palm of her hand. And softly kissed her parched lips.

 

[caela]

“So good of you to come Miss Bond.”

Jane was nervous entering M's room but she relaxed slightly at the scents of jasmine and sandlewood. She let M slip the robe from her shoulder and guide her to the bed where she was glad to stretch out and allow his hands to massage the warm oil into her aching flesh.

She didn't know when the massage turned sensual and seductive but she responded to it. Despite how hard he had pushed her in the playroom her body heated under his touch and a gentler desire suffused her skin. She could feel it flowing through her body like warm honey as his touch lingered as if to increase her desire. When he drew his hands away a low whimpering of want filled the room.

Feeling something pressed into her palms Jane looked down and shivered softly. Using the golden clamps to trace her flesh she groaned against M's lips as they captured her own. Giving herself up to the kiss as she deftly placed each clamp on her body, the bite of the teeth making her arch up under her as pain floods through her to mingle and sharpen her pleasure. Her soft cry as the last clamp is placed swallowed by M's lips on hers.

 

[cgraven]

The bite of the teeth making her arch up under her as pain floods through her to mingle and sharpen her pleasure. Her soft cry as the last clamp is placed swallowed by M's lips on hers.

“M” did not surrender Jane’s lips his kiss deepened till it clamed her whole being. It was only then that ”M "pressed his throbbing cock deep into the whimpering beauty. He reveled as Jane’s tight pussy grasped at him. “M” could have taken Jane hard and fast but instead chose to meet her needs, pacing his taking of her, his tempo building to a maddening crescendo with Jane’s growing pleasure, till she screamed out her ecstasy.

“M’ gave Jane no quarter, no chance to come down from the crest of her orgasm but continued to stoke the fires of her passion till his twisted lust exploded deep within her.

Jane was given a moments rest before he ordered her to please him with her mouth. When “M” was again ready he drew Jane to her hands and knees and took her firm ass. All through that long night “M” brotgh Jane the darkest most gentle pleasures, he was the master of her body and soul, possessing her as no man before had ever done before

When dawn came it found Jane nestled in “M” ‘s arms. The price of her freedom was paid yet her revenge if that was what she still desired could take no form until she again stood before Kawana her freedom granted.

A soft knock came at the door.

“Miss Jane it is morning.”

Came the soft call of the guard that had stood to her safety throughout her long night.