Slave Trade

I know Greg has the hots for me. If I didn't have my eyes on Malthus, I would have succumbed to him long ago. Who knows, maybe I would have been able to ensnare him for marriage. Being married to a rich man always beats being chauffeur cum bodyguard to another rich man. And he's handsome enough, and maybe a little better endowed than Malthus, although that doesn't say anything for technique.

Now here he is, playing pilot for Malthus, the rich spoilt playboy. He's offered me to be his co-pilot, he thinks every woman he winks at should drop their clothes at his feet. Well, maybe I'll just play along this time. It's sickening to see how Master and Slave are falling for each other the way they do back there. And the way they were carrying on in the limo on the way to the airport, they think I don't know what they were doing in the limo's jacuzzi.

When Malthus brought her down naked on a leash, I was secretly happy. Serves her right, the stuck up bitch. Who does she think she is, she's just a slave! But then they made love passionately in the car, it made me sick. I also noticed that my pussy got damp from listening to them moan and groan, and peeking in the mirror. Since we went to this slave auction, Malthus has not needed me in his bed. So maybe Greg will be able to help me ease the throbbing in my pussy, he wants us to have fun anyway.
 
ooc: *grins*

a good phrase to live by.

oh, and btw, a ravnos is a vampire clan. just in case.

bya tzigani! *is wondering how to work hersefl into this one*
 
Auto-eroto pilot...

OOC: You can be Stewardess Shila, Gregory's slutty "personal attendant".

IC:

Gregory watched intently as the altimeter finally reached cruising altitude. It seemed to have taken forever for him, being tortured with the sight of his ultimate wet dream sitting right next to him. Following Malthus' lead, he had gotten his own right hand lady, but he still wanted Lana more than life. He was obsessed with her.

Nervously, he said, "Well...time for autopilot, Lana", as he flipped the switch. Greg unbuckled his seat belt, gettiing comfortable as the plane began cruising along steadily. Although he was a big talker, Greg really couldn't handle women well. Especially when they were like Lana. A bulge formed in his pants, as he secretly thought about her naked.

"You doing okay there, Captain?" asked Lana, smiling on the inside as she noticed his bulge. But she wouldn't let him know how desperately she needed dick. It was much more fun to tease Gregory.

"I'm...fine", he replied, "Why do you ask?" His breathing was a bit more pronounced, and he was sweating a bit.

"Just checking, Greg", she said, unbuttoning her top buttons, "It's getting kind of hot, huh?"

Greg nodded like a trained dog, his eyes focused on her now visible prominent cleavage. Lana was built like a Playboy model.

"So what kind of fun did you have in mind, Gregory?"

"Oh...I don't know. I guess we could talk."

"I don't know? Talk? You a bit more sure of yourself 20 minutes ago. There has to be some reason why you wanted me to be co-pilot. What's on your mind?"

Greg couldn't answer that honestly without sounding like a total jackass, but then, he never won any awards for tact.

"Sex...nothing but sex."

"Oh really", said Lana, feigning surprise, "Aren't you excited today!" she exclaimed placing her hand on his thigh near his crotch.

I could give him blue balls by breathing on him, she thought, and it wasn't far from the truth. Gregory may have been a hedonist, but he was still very boyish. He was no sex expert.

"I can't help it around you", he said, a bit ashamed.

Lana was flattered, but she didn't let it show. She was going to make Gregory eat out of her hand.

"It's just so hot", she continued, pulling her panties from under her skirt and sliding them off her legs.

"You don't mind do you?" she asked.

"N-no. Not at all."

"Good boy. Catch!" she said throwing the panties at his face. "Sorry!"

Gregory didn't speak. He just pressed the panties to his face inhaling their fragrances. They were still a bit damp. Lana could see the form of his smile push through the silk. She was loving the attention. "Are you going to take those off?" she asked, teasingly, "Do you even want to?"

He shook his head.

"Do you want me Gregory?"

He nodded slowly.

"Say it."

"I...I want you", he breathed, removing the panties from his face.

"Say it with conviction, Gregory!"

"I want you."

"I don't believe you."

"I want you so bad, Lana. You don't understand! I am dripping precum just looking at you! God, just let me fuck you!"

"You think you can satisfy me?" she asked watching his gaze, "The truth."

"...No..."

"Good boy. What is it you like about me Gregory? Is it...my tits?" She opened her chauffer jacket as she said that, revealing a black silk bra hugging her 33C breasts snugly.

Gregory almost drooled at the sight. Lana freed them from her bra, playing with her stiff nipples. "Do you want to suck them?"

"Yes! Very much."

"Fine. But first you have to do something for me. Jerk off for me."

Gregory unzipped his pants, hypnotized. His cock stood straight up out of his boxers. He began stroking it fast.

"Slowly baby. I want a good show. I want to see you cum all over your self and then try to eat it."

Gregory almost cried he was so horny. Her words just killed him. He stroked slower, and cotinued jerking as she directed him.
 
Lana...

Oh, I'm really horny, and want to get my hands on his dick and stuff it in my cunt. But first I'll give him a lesson for teasing me. And after all, the second time, he'll last longer anyway...

As he slowly strokes himself, I play with my nipples. A moan escapes from his lips, as I ask him: "Would you like to suck these, lover?" The sight of him jerking off is arousing me even more. Slowly I undress and take everything off. Everytime he wants to reach out to me, I stop him and tell him to keep on stroking. When I'm naked, I sit spreadlegged in the co pilot seat, the leg nearest him on the arm rest, so he can see my pussy.

"See my pussy, Gregory? See how nice and pink and wet it is?," I say as I stroke the lips with one finger. "Think your big cock will fit in here?," I say while I insert a finger tantalizingly in my pussy. He's nodding his head frantically, and his hand moves faster and faster. "Wait!" I say, "don't cum yet." And I bend over to swipe my tongue over his cock head. He groans and can't contain himself, his balls contract and white globs of cum spurt out of his cock to cover his hands and pants. "Hmmmmm, not bad," I tell him, "careful now, don't let any get on the flight control deck..."
 
Iana

*the young girl with long black hair with the streaks of silver and silver eyes sits in the first class section, her wrists shackeled, waiting for her Master(or Mistress?) to return from the lavatory*

(ooc: basically anyone... whether or not they already bouhgt her or are going to sell her upon reaching thier desitnation...so it's all open!)
 
Iana...

OOC: That's cool, Shila, but remeber we are in a private jet. It's all first class baby! Also, so far the only people in the plane are Malthus, MayHua, Lana, Iana, and Gregory. You could be Greg's slave, I wouldn't mind, but then let me clear things up a bit with the following prologue:

IC: *Before take off...*

Gregory waited impatiently for Malthus aboard his jet. One main way the two differed was in the level of anxiety each had. Nothing seemed to bother Malthus, but in typical techie fashion, Greg tended to be a bit high strung. Feeling antsy, he took a long piss in the bathroom. When he came out, he saw his new slave Iana.

"Ok, beautiful, I am going to need you to cater to my guests' needs on the flight. I am giving the title of Stewardess from here to the islands, got it?"

"Yes", she replied with a nod.

"Good girl", Greg said with a smile. "There is food and a bar next to the cockpit. Serve whatever is asked of you."

With that Iana was released from her shackles. Greg gave a very short slinky dress to wear.

"No underwear..."

OOC: That should cover Iana, so feel free to enter the fun.

IC: *Present...*

Gregory panted as his cum spurted out, his eyes locked on Lana's pussy. Lana was a bit entranced by the sight of cum, and gave him a stern look, saying "Now eat some of it."

Greg was a bit apprehensive. He was bit worried about whether this would mean he was "gay". Lana knew this, which is why she wanted to make him do it, so that she knew she had complete control. He put his dripping hand to his mouth, staring for a bit.

"I guess you don't want to play", Lana said, dropping her leg and crossing it over her right one.

"Yes I do! Please!" Greg pleaded. Lana squinted at him and he immediately began lapping up his own juice.

"Good boy!" she said musically. The sight made her wet. She was ready. "Now eat me Gregory."

He obeyed, dropping to his knees to eat her out. She spread her legs and pulled his face to her crotch, squeezing his head in her thighs.

"Now you must be really good, or I won't let you breath, understand?"

Greg nodded frantically as he began sucking her clitoris, making her squeeze a bit more from pleasure. She made fists in his hair as he desperately ate her.

"Oh, Greg, faster", she said, burying his head beeperto cut his air off a bit. He obeyed. Greg lapped her juices as if he were starving. Lana leaned her head back and began to heave, using one hand to play with her breast. She was imagining it was Malthus, which drove her even wilder.

Soon she was moaning loudly, alerting Iana, who was just behind the cockpit door mixing a drink. The slave pushed the door open a crack and was excited by what she saw.

Lana heard the door but just ignored it, continuing to fall into her fantasy. Her hips bucked to take Greg's tongue deeper. She smiled to herself, realizing she had underestimated the power of a horny man. Greg was tongue fucking her for all he was worth, so much so, that his tongue began to get tired along with his jaw. Lana gyrated in her chair until she felt the pulsing orgasm begin to rise. She bit her lip to keep from calling Malthus' name.

As her juices gushed forward into Greg's hungry mouth, she commanded "Fuck me!" She released Greg, and he stood up, tearing off his clothes. Lana helped him. She was primed, as she slid his pants down to his ankles and pulled them out from under him with his shoes. She was glad to see that Malthus was not the only rich man with a personal trainer, as she ran her hands along Greg's rippled hairless torso. His hard cock was thick and long, and it stared her right in the face. She spread open for him and grabbed his ass as he began to speak about it, not wanting to hear him gloat. She pulled him down and got up a bit, and they fell to the floor conjoined. Gregory grunted as he slid balls deep into her.

Moaning, Lana rolled him over and took control, slowly riding him as she squeezed her breasts. She opened her eyes and noticed the beautiful slave enjoying the show. This excited her, and she began pumping harder as she stared at her, licking her lips.
 
ooc: ohh... kay! it's just that asian cunny sent me an email as an invite, so...
 
IC:: Jazz

Maoning, I begin to squirm under the attention that I was getting from Mr. Lou's mouth. He was teasing my clit, and I was enjoying it! Alot!...Lifting my hips with each stroke of his fingers in my now sopping pussy, wanting to be given more of this pleasure. Turning my head in the direction of Miss Hanson, as I feel the warmth seep from Miss Hanson I know she is enjoying this, licking my tongue over my dry lips, I ask Miss Hanson if she would like me to give her the same pleasure, that I was recieving from Mr. Lou.
 
OOC: Shila honey, If I remember right, I asked you to play stewardess. But please don't pout (it makes you look so cute actually!), and jump in as the character Gypsyprince outlined for you. Come on, we can still have fun!

IC:
I see Iana standing in the doorway, clearly excited with what she is seeing. The firm breasts strain the fabricof her dress, and her erect nipples are poking holes in the fabric. Her mouth is slightly open, her breath coming out in pants.

Greg's hard cock is drilling into my cunt, sending shafts of pleasure all through my body. I ride him fast and hard, my climax is not far away. I want to cum first, and cum many times before I will let him. I tell him: "Make me cum, but may not cum yet, OK?" He nods, and lays passively under me. His hand creeps up to my arse and starts to caress my arse hole. "Yess," I say, and he slips a wet finger in. The sensation is brining me closer to orgasm, then his other hand comes up to flick at my clit. And this send me over the brink. I thrash and scream, my cunt spasming violently. My eyes are closed, as I ride my climax, imagining it's Malthus.

But then I her Greg's voice: "Was that good, Lana?" I come back to earth, and: "No," I say crossly, "try harder to satisfy me!" "OK," he says gently, "how about I give it to you in your arse?" A gasp from the doorway, and we realize that we have an audience.

"Never been fucked in you ass, have you, Iana?", I ask. She shakes her head no, her eyes staring lustfully at us. "Well, if you ask nicely, your Master may take you there. It feels different from cunt fucking, and once you tried it, you'll want it again," I tell her. "Now watch closely!"

Greg pulls out of me and flips me over, then he spits on his hand and smears his spit on my ass hole. Slowly he inserts one, then two, then three fingers in. I moan, from pain and pleasure. Then I feel theknob of his dick nudging the sphincter of my ass.
 
Poor Gregory...

I couldn't believe it! I was about to slide my dick into the most beautiful ass in the world! I heard a little slurp and pop as my head went in, and Lana moaned in pleasure. God, I wanted to bust so bad, but I didn't want to upset Lana. My dick was screaming for realease but I was determined not to let go. Precum was already forming, but I concentrated hard as I slid inch after inch into her pretty hole. I was squeezing her cheeks hard, half in pleasure and half in agony.

Meanwhile Lana furiously played with her clit. Her mind seemed to be elsewhere, (wink) but I didn't care. I wanted her so bad. Seeing my slave heave and pant was turning me on, too. He began to mercilessly ram Lana, but she squuezed tightly, gripping my dick in her ass.

"Not...yet Gregory", she said flicking her clit.

I pumped as slow as I could, and Lana was just going to town. I was begnning to get blue balls, but I stayed silent and began to help her with her clit. This made her ride hard, and my eyes rolled in my head as I heard her grunt and moan like an animal. I leaned down to her back and lay my head against it, squeezing her breasts. God, I loved her. She was just so hot!

Lana screamed and began to shudder as she brought herself to yet another climax. My blue balls were definite, as I winced and groaned in pain, squeezing them with one hand. Lana laughed.
 
Lana

I don't know why I'm being so mean to Gregory. He truly is a nice man, and he does seem to love me. Otherwise he wouldn't be so submissive to me. He has his own pretty slave, and can fuck her as much as he wants, but he clearly wants me, not her. At least for now....

As I come down from my climax, I turn around and I see that he is winching in pain. I feel some remorse. "OK, Greg, you can cum now, you can shoot deep in my ass. But make me cum again together with you," I ass. He nods his head painfully, and starts to saw in and out of my ass slowly.

His hands grab at my tits and play with my nipples, pulling and twisting them, making me moan with pleasure. As he feels my pleasure mounting, he starts to increase his tempo, then one hand comes down to pull at my clit, twisting and flicking it gently. How I love that! Then three of his fingers enter my pussy and he starts to finger fuck me, while thrusting his shaft to and fro in my bum hole.

"Deeper," I sigh, "harder..... yes, yes, make me cummmmm............. Fuck meeeeeeee....... fuck my assssss ...... yes, Greg, faster ......... harder ........
aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," I scream, and he screams too, his hot jism flooding my ass hole as streams of it spurt out of his dick. Together we slump over in exhaustion. "Darling," he whispers, kissing my neck, "will you marry me?"
 
Denial...

"You know I can't do that, Gregory", replied Lana with a smile. Gregory's obsession with her drove her crazy. She loved the fact that this man would kiss the ground she walked not matter what or who she did.

He pulled out of her with a slurp, and stood up, grabbing a cigarette from his shirt and lighting it.

"I don't know how long it is going to take you to get over him", said Greg, referring to Malthus, "He doesn't care about you."

Lana was hurt by the stinging truth in that comment, but she did not let it show. She just avoided the thought altogether.

"Don't be mad, Greg", she said, drifting away into denial, "we can always be friends..."

She had walked up behind him and taken his limp cock in her hands. She was amazed as it began to stiffen again. "You like being my friend, don't you?"

The cigarette dropped from his mouth, as he nodded, feeling her breasts press against his back. Her nipples were solid. "Good", she whispered, putting her tongue in his ear as she began to jack him off. Lana controlled this man, and she loved it. "Don't you want to give your slave some of this?"

"You know it's all yours", he said, leaning against the pilot chair, "all...yours..."

"Thank you. You always know the right gift for me", she said with a smile, as she turned him around, kneeling before his cock. Greg put his hands in Lana's hair as she kissed his head, sucking the leftover cum in the tip. She began to lick around the head teasingly, knowing how he had dreamed of this moment.

The slave continued to watch, in rapture, as she fingered herself.
 
Meanwhile, back at the slave market, Orsino the Merciless was surveying the newest shipment of beauties from Asian, African and European markets. With the seasoned eyes of a veteran customer he examined breasts, faces, buns..
"Hmmmm...not too bad. I have a pair of Nubian beauties, so I will not require any of the black concubines. I have a fairly good collection of Asians...what I am looking for is a buxom blonde or redhead. Preferably someone who will resist my authority at first. Broken mares ride the best."
The auctioneer on duty bowed and indicated a side room where five women stood on a small wooden platform. "Here we keep only the finest, and allow only the privileged few to bid on them."

Two were stunning blondes, one was a brunette and another had raven black hair. The fifth was a redhead with large, milky white breasts. "I shall take them all."

The auctioneer gasped. "My Lord, you haven't even bid for them. When the sales begin, I shall insure--"

The Duke hefted him by the scruff of the neck. "Dog, I allow you to operate becuse you please me with your acquisitions. I will have these five women, and you will continue to live and serve me. My man will pay your price. See that it is not excruciating."

"Yes, Lord! Of course--they are yours!" He clapped his hands and a small hoarde of servants scurried to secure the collars of the five lovelies to a single chain.

Orsino smiled. "Have them report to my ship at once. We sail tonight for Jakarta."
 
As the duke was leaving, a commotion on the main stage caught his attention. A young girl was being dragged onto the stage in chains. The other slaves had seemed to except their lot docilely, but this one was kicking and screaming.
The girl captivated his attention. She was stunningly beautiful, flowing auburn tresses hung to her waist, large breasts, tiny waist, ample hips, and long shapely legs. The duke paused to see what would happen next.
 
OOC: Sorry everyone! I kept meaning to get on to keep up with you guys, but things were hectic for a while there! But I'm back now. I hope we can start where we left off.

IC:
Zoe smiled down at Jazz, and shook her head.
"If you can't tell already, we're going down. We'll be on at the landing field in about thirty minutes." Zoe smiled again, and watching Lou begin to pull away. "Oh don't stop for my sake. I have some things to take care of before I land. But Jazz, I'll call in fifteen minutes. At that time you will clean yourself up ad find a new outfit. I sugest you don't go for a trouser suit. It is three thirty in the afternoon, and you will sweat. I don't want the guests to get the wrong impression of you." She turned to the door, and then walked back to the wardrobe, pulling out a red mini skirt and matching top.

Zoe walked out into the main hallway of the plane, and into a large bedroom with a en-suite bathroom at the other side. She quickly washed and dressed, knowing that there would be many guests at the hotel ready to greet her as soon as she stepped out of the car. She glanced in the mirror and caught the sight of her rock hard nipples protruding through the thin material of her top. She smiled as she thought of Jazz, and how easily she had fell into her role. She would go down well with a lot of the guests, but Zoe knew she would only be giving Jazz to her best customers.
She ran her fingers through her hair, and heard the pilot announce that they were 15 minutes away from the landing field.

Zoe smiled as she walked across the runway to her limo, feeling the heat hit every part of her body. Her driver smiled widely at her. "It's a pleasure to have you back on the island, Miss Hanson."
Zoe grinned as he opened the door for her. "It's a pleasure being back, David." She swiveled into her seat and seen her PA sitting in the opposite seat. "David, Mr Williams will be riding with us, but could you arrange another few cars for the others? And tell the drivers to bring them directly to me."
"Sure thing, Miss Hanson." Zoe watching him close the door, and heard his voice immediately on his cell phone. She turned back to her PA as Lou was ushered into the other door.
"Lou, this is my PA, Tony Adams. Tony, this is my good friend Mr Williams." Zoe smiled slightly as they both eyed each other suspiciously. Lou, quite rightly so, was thinking how close the Owner and PA were, while Tony was thinking how close Zoe and her new 'friend' were.
"So Tony, anything I should know before I get home?"
"Well, there's nothing big at the moment. Just a few regulars , mostly virgins actually. All recommendations, by the way." Zoe smiled at this. Zoe had never advertised for the resort, and it pleased her that her island was so good, that mere word of mouth had made her a multi millionaire.
"But, we've got a big one in a couple of days." Zoe raised her eyebrows again. If Tony said they were big, then they were. He barely batted an eyelid when the prince of a small country in eastern asia had booked in with a staff of fifty, all insisting on asian girls only.
"So, who is it?" Zoe asked, rolling down her window to look at the ocean view.
Tony winked naughtily. "I'll leave you in suspense until we get there."
 
"You, slavemaster--what nation sires such extraodinary beauties as this lass with auburn hair?"

"I know not, m'lord, except that she is a witch. Two of my best groomsmen lost eyes from her nails. I would have flogged her senseless, but her beauty is unsurpassed, and I want to rid myself of this burden as quickly as I can find a fool with two gold pieces."

Orsino took five golden coins from his pouch. "Here, add her to my stable."

The slavemaster shook his head vehemently. "No, no, m'lord. This one is not for you. She'll murder you in the night."

"I'll not worry about that after I've tamed her."

"Tamed this one? No, m'lord. You'll kill her and come looking for me."

The Lord of Jakarta and Sumatra snarled and hit the slavemaster with the back of his hand, like he were dismissing the frail man as an insect unworthy of a real blow from Orsino's fist. "Son of a whore, I said I'll take that bitch with the auburn hair...and in fact I will do more than pay for her. Clear out that back room. I will mount her on the auction block and teach her who her new master is."

The auctioneer hobbled away, ordering four strong Thai guards to drag the busty beauty into the curtained-off side room.

"Now, wench, you will service me.." Orsino said with a smile. "And you will enjoy it."
 
Malthus and MayHua...

Malthus awoke in the passenger cabin of Gregory's jet with Mayhua sleeping peacefully in his arms. She was so beautiful to him, silent in his arms. How could he even partake in the buying of this pretty little soul? He began to feel incredible remorse for having her as his slave.

Malthus stroked MayHua's hair affectionately. It was so much easier with the women of the past, including Lana. He had grown to believe that he was incapable of love and caring, yet here he was, saddened for his lover. She awoke with a smile.

"Hello, my flower."

MayHua gave him a peck on the lips. Noticing he was a bit sad, she asked "What's wrong?"

"MayHua. I have been thinnking, and I think that I should set you free. I will give you all the money you need and you shall never want again, but I cannot go on having you as my slave."

MayHua looked a bit saddened as she replied...
 
When would this nightmare end? I thought as four giant thugs dragged me off the stage and into a small back room. To say I was angry was a gross understatement. I am an American! They CAN'T do this to me!
My life had been so simple just a few weeks ago. I had graduated from Columbia University with a degree in journalism. Then I went to work for a major NYC newspaper. I was going to write serious hard-hitting news. I was, of course, assigned nothing but fluff pieces. No one ever takes a pretty woman seriously. I craved adventure and excitement, so I had decided to free-lance until someone recognized the merit of my work and hired me.
When I saw the ad in the newspaper promising a glittering career, fame, and riches, I knew this was my golden opportunity. Being a very cynical person, I knew this was just to good to be true. All I had to do was pose as a gullible twit, uncover the fraud, and I would have a great story. A story to earn credibility and the respect of my peers.
Well that was the plan anyway. In the end, I got more excitement and adventure than I could have imagined. Now here I am lying on the floor, my clothes in tatters, (if you can call them clothes) and some jerk is suggesting that I "service" him. I rose from the floor with as much dignity as my bounds would allow and stepped forward to stare into his face. He was smiling, but it did not reach his dark, cold eyes. I wanted more than anything to wipe that arrogant smile from his lips. As calmly as I could, I replied, "It will be a cold day in Hell!" Then I spat directly into his face.
 
"Master, if I have not pleased you, please forgive me. But don't make me go away. I will do anything that you want of me. Please let me stay." I say as tears well up in my eyes.

I can't believe I'm saying this, I was such an independent girl before, eagerly applying for a job, before ending up on the auction block as a sex slave. I wanted a good job and maybe find a good man to marry, but now I've changed. My heart belongs to this man now. I may be his slave, but I'm enslaved to him now, and I don't care about anything else but serve him and spend the rest of my life with him, for him.........
 
Orsino wiped the spit from his cheek with a tattered sliver of her dress. "I could beat you into submission, but humping a bloody body--even one as delicious as yours--would be less than satisfactory." He grasped her wrists and flung the haughty beauty to the small wood stage where women were bought and sold. "You are American. I recognize your English. Your government ended the slave trade five ago, after a wartm disagreement with its Southern half. Well, this is not the States. You are my property now. I can fuck you or I can kill you..and nobody within hearing range will care either way. Now, do you want to live or die? Indicate your preference for life by spreading your legs."

Orsino the Merciless crossed his arms and waited.
 
"I'd rather die," I replied. He was a very frightening man. But I hadn't been beaten for any of my transgressions thus far, so I felt confident this man was only bluffing. "I'll be no man's property" I stated emphatically.
 
OOC: Any other slave girls want to volunteer--Orsino will handle all comers. LOL..

[Edited by DukeOrsino on 08-22-2000 at 06:47 PM]
 
Orsino the Merciless grunted. "Die, then." He drew his scimitar and pricked the auburn beauty with the tip of his glass-sharp blade, just below the neck, drawing a trickle of blood that meandered between her full breasts.

She closed her eyes, ready to die.

He sheathed his blade and said, "No. It does not please me to kill you with this blade. It pleases me to kill you with this weapon instead." He patted the bulge in his silken trousers. Loosing the strings that held it in check, the thick cock flopped out and stood like a sword, ready to pierce her. "It pleases me to do this..." Swiftly, he parted her legs with his knees and, grasping her hands and pinning her to the coarse wood floor, he entered her harshly, thickly, driving hard to fill her to the hilt.

She gasped and bucked like a mare who had never known a saddle. But Orsino stroked into her expertly, never missing a thrust, glorying in her tightness and the wild way she writhed and tried to dislodge him. She was a magnificent fuck, a snug, warm pussy surrounded by an auburn bush and soft limbs. Her large breasts flopped as she cursed and fought him, and he would have liked to have explored them with his hands and mouth, but Orsino was not about to release those claws to find his eyes like the luckless fools who handled her previously.

Slowing his pace, he plowed into her deeply, in long, slow, painfully exquisite strokes. Her quim was like liquid sunshine, the nectar of heaven, the garden of the goddess. Orsino continued fucking her slowly, smiling now that he saw she had relaxed her gyrations and accepted her fate...accepted? No, she was breathing harder...she was nearing orgasm! By the hand of the gods, this hot bitch was panting and gasping as she climbed the wall to fall into the sweet bliss of orgasmic explosion. Orsino increased his pace, slamming into her with a vengeance. He wondered which one of them would cum first...
 
His words, "Die then", paralyzed me with fear. His scimaitar felt cold as it pierced the delicate skin below my neck. I could feel my life's blood trickle between my breasts. I closed my eyes, willing myself not to give into my terror. I would not give this bastard the satisfaction of hearing my screams.

His next words opened my eyes and drew my gaze to his obvious erection. I watched, filled with dread, as his hands went to the string of his silken trousers. His thick cock spang free. I could see the naked lust in his eyes as he advanced toward me. I tried to stuggle as he parted my legs and grasped my hands in a steel grip.

He pinned me to the rough wooden floor and in a single harsh thrust he plunged in to the hilt. I fought like a banshee, screaming and cursing. I would never submit to this ruthless predator.

His thick cock filled me as never before. The delicious sensations his silken shaft was creating were too much to bare. I could feel my copious juices flowing around him as he slammed into my tight sheath. I looked into his face and knew by his smile he had guessed my sinful weakness, but I was too entangled in my own response to care.

As he increased his pace I unconsciously arched my hips to meet his thrusts. I could feel myself spiraling out of control...

ooc: I'll let you decide who cums first.

[Edited by minx on 08-22-2000 at 08:24 PM]
 
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