Slave To Love

[ranajja]

Part of her was terrified--and part of her was electrified. One moment she was toying her newest love slave, the next she was unceremoniously hauled over one shoulder, onto a horse, and out into the woods!

Thrilling…unlike anything she’d ever experienced…

She made no sound as the horse slowed, then stopped next to the small creek.

Her hands were still tied behind her as he lifted her from the horse. As soon as her feet were on solid ground, she whirled to face him.

“How dare you! You are nothing but a slave, how dare you kidnap me in this fashion? All I have to do is cry out, and you will be punished most severely. Return me to my quarters at once, and I may yet be merciful.”

She was nude, save for the filmy garment that now hung seductively around her hips. Her breasts were bare, and the feeling thrilled her…here, in the woods, with this delightfully unpredictable man…she wanted his hands on her, feeling her breasts again, teasing her nipples again…she wanted him as she’d wanted no other…

 

[DriveSouth]

He couldn’t believe his luck! To his knowledge, no one had seen his escape and his captive hadn’t uttered a peep. But she was too important and he knew that her absence would not go unnoticed long and soon they would be searching for her.

Returning her to her quarters now was not an option, only a method of suicide.

Jireel stood there toe to toe with her, he looked down into her eyes and kissed her deeply once more. He was more self-disciplined than he had thought. His only thoughts now were to take her, right here beside the streaming water, but he resisted.

He turned from her and to the horse and removed canteens that were slung across the saddle horn. He knelt and filled each of them and returned them to the horseback.

He turned his attention to Lady Anguilla; his fingers delicately brushed hair from her face and traced her naked shoulders. Once more his lips were drawn to hers and they kissed, his hands moved to her shoulders and held her tightly as her kiss penetrated him, to his very core.

“My Lady” Jireel spoke, “Surely you understand that there is no way I can return you now. It will be dark soon and I should put as much distance as possible between those who pursue and me, they will be slowed by the darkness. You are my insurance, I will not hurt you, but you must accompany me. I will allow you to sit up from here on as long as you are cooperative. Trust me and be patient, you will be safe.”

Jireel helped her onto the horse, this time in the more conventional manner. Her legs draped around the thick fore shoulders of the horse and Jireel mounted behind her. Her tied hands held onto the saddle horn tightly as his arms encircled her, holding to the reigns. He led the horse back into the creek and continued the trek upstream, into the mountains.

 

[DriveSouth]

As the sun began to rise, fatigue fell upon Jireel and most importantly, the horse.

Jireel knew of a cave near the river’s edge. The entrance hidden by over grown vines, he knew he’d be safe here till the cover of darkness returned and allowed easy travel.

Lady Anguilla now secured inside; Jireel tended to the horse, food and water and then tied him just inside the entrance.

Jireel brought with him a blanket that had been rolled and left on the horse. He spread it on the ground inside the cave and joined his hostage there. The damp chill of the cave overcame her and she shivered. Jireel removed his cloak, covered her shoulders and held her close. Her delicate, trembling body pushed into him, drawing warmth from their closeness.

He softly brushed her face and allowed his fingers to play through her hair. He rubbed her neck and shoulders using her hair like a glove - her hair between his hand and her shoulder - the sensuality - the pureness of the sensation. He tenderly kissed her head and spoke.

“You speak of freedom, but what do you know of freedom? Have you ever loved, had the freedom that comes with true love? Have you ever woke in the arms of one who offered you the freedom to know, even be the person you truly are?”




[Edited by DriveSouth on 12-15-2000 at 09:52 PM]

 

[DriveSouth]

Her eyes gave permission.

His lips were drawn to hers. Tenderly - they touched. He felt her lips with his, felt the soft dampness. His tongue parted her lips and played with her tongue, danced with her most sensual member.

 

[ranajja]

A kiss…another…sweet, tender, seductive…

She was helpless, totally under his control. He could do with her as he pleased…

The gentle insistence of his touch…she could not resist him, groaning as he whispered against her skin, shivering with desire as his fingers stroked her skin…

 

[DriveSouth]

He felt her skin with the back of his hand. Felt her tongue with his.

His hands moved behind her head and wove his fingers into her hair. He pulled her closer, her mouth even closer.

She arched her back, longing for his touch, aching to feel his calloused hands against her sensitive flesh.

 

[ranajja]

Rough, his hands were rough against her silken skin…felt so good as he grabbed a handful of her soft thick hair…rougher, his handling of her…felt so good, this vulnerability…

His kiss, his lips, his tongue…she became lost in the seduction of her mouth, her breathing coming in ragged gasps as she gave over to him, offering her lips to him…parting her legs for him…

 

[DriveSouth]

He pulled her head back, away from his mouth. With a twist of his wrist he exposed her neck. He took time to inhale her fragrance as he moved to taste her there, just below the ear. Softly he let his lips brush her skin.

Opening his mouth slightly he wet her skin...giving her cause to shiver.

He kissed her lightly and she whimpered, opened his mouth wide and sucked her tender skin into his mouth and she moaned.

 

[ranajja]

A low moan, beginning when he pulled her hair, pulled her head to the side, then escalating in pitch as she felt his teeth, his lips, the sharp pleasant pain as he sucked the tender skin, marking her…

Her entire body vibrated with desire, quivering, aching for more of him, more of his attentions…the heat of his body was intoxicating…

 

[ranajja]

Gentle kisses, mixed with short, sharp bites on those, oh, so sensitive areas of her neck and shoulder…his hands alternately caressed her skin, then held her firmly, possessively…her heart beat wildly, her desire consumed her. She needed more of him, ached for more….

 

[DriveSouth]

Been too damn Long!

Her skin responded to his kisses, his sucks, and his bites. Waves of gooseflesh swept across her body. It took his breath, her reaction, he gasp with excitement and his ministrations to her neck became un-controllable sucking, biting, sliding lips, wetskin …

Jireel moved his mouth to hers. Covering her lips with his, he kissed her mouth as he had kissed her neck, her ear, moments before. Reckless, lost, awash in pleasure, passion, desire. He kissed her mouth, probing the depths. Sucking her tongue gently, possessively into his mouth. Biting, nibbling her lips, like tender ripe fruit.

 

[ranajja]

Slowly, gently, she responded to his kisses. Exhaustion seemed to dissipate at his touch. Despite the ordeal she had just endured, her body responded to this man, this slave’s attentions. Despite herself, her heart beat just a little bit harder, her breathing became a little more ragged, husky. Despite her lack of control of this situation, or perhaps because of it, she was more aroused than she ever remembered feeling.

Shifting slightly, she turned to be closer to him, to feel his body against hers, to nestle against him, sighing as she gave up and gave over…and opened herself totally to his seduction…

 

[DriveSouth]

He was losing control, was swiftly coming to a point when he’d have to take her … but not.

Feeling her nestle into him was a warm feeling that quickly pressed him to move. He softly rolled her onto her back, completely exposing her upper body, yes; she’d been nude from the waist up for hours, but not exposed like this, to him. He lifted her arms above her head and laid them there on the ground above her head. Laying her open, her chest, heaving erratically, her underarms, sensitive, neglected.

After placing her arms down, his fingers traced her fingers, her wrist, her arms – down to the tops of her breast, sensitive, just there where they begin to rise from her chest. Her nipples hardened, and she stretched for more.

 

[ranajja]

She arched her back to him, making soft noises as she felt his fingers trace the outside of her breasts. Her nipples were agonizingly hard, her arousal made more intense as he held her arms firmly above her head.

Exposed, vulnerable—yes, quite vulnerable.

She arched her back toward him, almost involuntarily—her body hungered for his touch. He had told her she would be safe—she didn’t want to be safe…she wanted to be ravished, taken…enslaved…

 

[DriveSouth]

Her back arched, extending stiff nipples into the cool air, her eyes burned - to be taken possessed as a she had possessed so many before. Jireel leaned forward, teasing each nipple with his breath first, the touch of his lips, the feel of his moist hot tongue, finally the razor’s edge of his teeth.

He had lost control, and had come to a point when he had to take her.

Jireel moved to her wrist once more and gruffly took them, harshly twisted her wrist up together with the remnants of her dress that he ripped from her waist. Forcing her over onto her stomach, forcing her naked breast into cold damp cave floor, hard nipples pressed against the smooth rock. She moaned aloud to his delight.

 

[ranajja]

Every inch of her was on fire for him. The cave floor was cold against her breasts, her face, her sex—yet she was on fire, the heat between her legs threatened to overwhelm her, and she cried out—wanting him, needing him to take her, pleasure himself with her hot wetness.

She felt his hands on the inside of her thighs, and she nearly exploded with pleasure.

Somewhere in the haze of sensuousness, the thought that was in her mind was not, “what was he going to do to her?”, but “what was he going to do…first?”

 

[DriveSouth]

His hands touched her thighs, the tender insides. Roughly, he pressed his nails into her skin, roughly he drew them upward towards the searing heat of her cunt. Stopping short, he reversed direction, downward now and with enough outward force to pressure her knees wider and wider apart before finally reaching the ground and her knees once more.

Backing off to inspect her Jireel smiled.

“I saw girls you age on the auction block, did you see them?” he demanded. “Did you see the fear in their eyes, did you see the force of survival in their actions, the body crying out to take me, save me from the hordes?”

“Do you want to be left here or shall I take you along?” Jireel puzzled.

Puzzlement did not last long, He slid his pants down and off his ankles. He sat on the rock near where her face embraced the floor of the cave.

“Show me you won’t be more of a burden on me than you’ll be worth.” He suggested.




[Edited by DriveSouth on 12-30-2000 at 09:58 PM]

 

[ranajja]

She looked up at him, unsure, but her desire overwhelmed everything else as she raked her eyes over him—tanned, hard, strong—she wanted him, to feel him, to taste him…

She raised up on hands and knees and crawled to him, eyes never leaving his face. Her hair had long since loosed and tumbled down her back and shoulders in soft tousled waves. She moved slowly, seductively towards him, until she could rub her cheek against his inner thigh. She bowed her head, allowing her hair to tumble forward, covering her face. Then she rubbed her face, her hair against the sensitive skin of his inner thighs, first one, then the other, moving slowly closer to his manhood.

She smiled as she watched him grow hard and rigid, and said, “Prove what? That I’m worth fucking? Or prove that you really must have all of me?” she breathed onto his skin. Then she kissed his thigh, licking his skin, biting, sucking the tender skin. She looked up at him, and again allowed her hair to fall against her face as she rubbed her soft hair on his hardness…

 

[DriveSouth]

He took her hair into his hands, both hands filled with her hair. He pulled her head; her face into his hard shaft, rubbing himself with her, grinding her soft hair covered face into his stiffness. Not allowing her to resist, he humped himself against the softest thing he would felt in years, maybe even ever.

He pulled back slightly, adjusting, aiming his phallus under her ear, grazing her lobe, and teasing her neck. Backing up, repeating this soft slow thrust he shook, the brink, the precipice.

He pulled her higher, forcing her breast to massage his thighs as he moved her. Moving his hands down to her sides, he felt the warmth of her neck, the curve of her shoulders. Her slim arms lead him directly down to her globes. His hands slowly took hold of each orb, gently cradling it from beneath and then like washing fresh hen eggs between them he began to massage himself, his erect member.

“Prove - that if I take you, opposed to leaving you here for the search party to eventually come across, - you’ll be a fuck to be kept for myself and not sold to every man in need.

 

[ranajja]

She paled slightly at his words, but the flush of desire soon returned high color to her cheeks. She looked at him, then slowly smiled and licked her lips.

She leaned forward and kissed his stiff manhood with her soft moist lips, gentle but firm kisses, and with each kiss, her mouth opened a little bit more.

Then, knowing he was watching her every move, she pulled back and parted her lips, then gently, slowly took the swollen head of his manhood into her sweet, wet mouth. She held him there, just the first bit of him, then began to roll her tongue around and around him, tracing her tongue just under the edge of the mushroom-like head, licking and toying with the prominent vein on the underside.

She sucked him gently, lightly tugging, then allowed the tip of his manhood to escape her suckling lips, however briefly. She licked her lips, then used the head of him to trace sensuously over her lips.

Then, as he groaned over the last bit of attention, she suddenly, firmly, took all of him deeply into her mouth--

[Edited by ranajja on 12-31-2000 at 10:03 PM]

 

[DriveSouth]

Jireel watched her move between his legs, watched as she moved to pleasure him. Her image stiffened him, causing his tool to stand upright.

She eased her lips down, covering him. She eased her lips up, allowing him to escape momentarily then focusing on his tender head she licked and flicked her tongue until he shuddered. He closed his eyes and slowly exhaled awaiting her move. It was dramatic; she plunged him into her mouth, taking him deep into the recesses.

Jireel’s hands instinctively fell to the sides of her head, holding on for all he had. The softness of her hair against his palms felt good and he softly stroked her face through it. Once more, she teasingly eased her lips up, freeing him, exposing his shaft of fire to the cool air. Once more, she plunged onto him, engulfing him.

He guided her head up and freed himself from the pleasure he was enduring. Still guiding her by the head, softly he directed her kisses up his chest and neck. Now his mouth hungered to indulge in the passion of her lips, her mouth.

His kiss was soft but fully possessed her at the same time. His lips tenderly pressed into hers. His tongue invaded her mouth, feeling it’s way through the damp, warm darkness. Pulling her onto him, onto his lap. His member searched there between them for shelter, for warmth.

 

[ranajja]

He pulled her to him, onto his lap, and she could feel his hardness against her thigh. She shuddered, aching to feel his rock hard manhood deep inside her, and her need was almost unbearable…

Her hands still tied in front of her, she draped her hands behind his neck, submitting totally to his kisses, the demands of his mouth, his tongue…

She felt his hands slowly caress her—rough, callused, strong—she knew she would be his completely. She wanted him to feel the wetness between her legs, hot and slick. She moaned as he kissed her, fantasizing of how he would feel, taking her, possessing her totally…

A small part of her wanted to laugh incredulously. She was the dominator, the one always in control, the one to give rewards and mete out punishment. Always in control, perfect control. And now, she was here, naked on the floor of a dark cave, ready to beg a slave to have his way with her…

It was so darkly thrilling…

 

[DriveSouth]

Jireel’s hands moved over her skin, like a creeping fog invading every low-lying area of her body. The deep pits under her arms. The valley between her breast. The low flat stomach. The dark tangled triangle that lay below her navel.

Her wetness thrilled Jireel. Her fire, her desire gushed down her thighs. His fingers tried to gather it hoard it.

His hands turned palms up and slipped down underneath her ass. He squeezed hands full of tight muscled cheeks. Now controlling the contact between them, Jireel allowed the rigid ram between his legs to ply the uncharted nether reaches amid her labia. Her wetness smoothed the way for stroke after painfully slow stroke there across the entry way and up, and over her outer lips.

Her body shook demanding more.

A nudge was all it took from Jireel to move her hips up higher to allow him entry.

Slowly he inserted himself, head first, just inside her. He liked the feel, the warm sensation that enveloped the tip of his hardness. Slowly he removed himself, feeling the cool air made him shudder. Once more tracing her lips with his now saturated shaft, the slickness of them alone was erotic.

Jireel removed his hands from her underside to feel her breast and to allow her to use the hardness he wielded.

 

[ranajja]

She had gasped, inhaling sharply as the tip of his hard tool penetrated her. She writhed against him, needing more, wanting all of him, aching for him to plunge into her…and moaned in delicious frustration as he withdrew himself, yet played with her, taunting her with the tip of his maleness, sliding easily around her glistening entrance. His hands on her buttocks controlled her, kept her from fully engulfing him in her hot cavern.

She jumped as his hardness slid over her so-sensitive clit, and groaning, began to grind against him, sliding him over and over her clit, keeping the tip of him just there, pressed and rubbing against her hooded button…almost unbearable pleasure…

Then he shifted, freeing her to find him, hover briefly over the swollen head of his rigid tool, then, with agonizing slowness, eased down his incredible shaft, arching her back, her head dropping back in pleasure, exposing her long lovely neck…

 

[DriveSouth]

The sensations began at the tip, the very apex of his rigid rod. Jireel accepted the inevitability of his situation. She was going to have all of his cock. It was going to be slow, all but painfully so. She began an agonizing descent onto the stiff shaft. Jireel closed his eyes slightly, enough to blur the image of the impaling herself onto him.

Her head tilted back in pleasure Jireel could sense. Her eyes closed and she felt her way down the length of him.

Jireel eyes took it in. His manhood reveled, danced there under the damp blossom that promised to swallow him. She slowly eased herself down, applying a slick coat of her self-generated lubricant as she moved down. The un-lubricated part of him cried out for it's share. Jireel’s member stood tall stood at full attention, begging, silently, to be fully, completely taken in.

At last she touched down, a perfect landing there overlying his rigid member. She sat there motionless to the outside world, but internally she massaged and squeezed him. Jireel could feel the care that her delicate flower took to please. He rubbed her thighs that had settled, for the time, along side him.

Bringing herself to the very edge of the abyss, then she would relax and back away from brim. Her head rolled around as the newborn waves lapped against her inhibitions. Her hands shifted to the dark triangle that nestled between, some of it her, some of it him, all of it them, feeling, playing with the soft curls, she ran her fingers through then filled her fingers full of the fine strands and gently tugged on them.