Something evil comes ~ Closed for cgraven ~

[cgraven]

This little wildcat was amazing. Despite all the doubts, all the fear and all the hesitation he had seen in her smoldering blue eyes. Miss Trisha Lockwood was the most pleasing little submissive that he had, had in a very long time. Ming enjoyed the way that his adorable little thief tried so very hard to please him and despite the fact that she had declared that she would never take him into her tight little throat, that she would bite it was Trisha herself that had been the one to initiate and willingly deep throated him. Her little chestnut beauty’s head bobbed up and down the full length of his cock. Despite struggling with the sheer size and his thickness of his cock and its length, she did try her hardest to follow all his instruction and her agile young mind took her far beyond his simple instructions. Yet when his question, offered Trisha the choice ,

“……..Shall I cum in your mouth and throat, or shall I cum on your face and breasts?”

She suckled on him for a couple more moments, clearly enjoying herself and Ming smiled his approval as her hips began to squirm and the dark musky fragrance of her growing arousal filled his nostrils. He watched as his sensual little thief pulled her obscenely “O”ed lips off his cock and then she did something that truly amazed as she leaned back onto her heels, her breasts thrust out and up as if she was offering them to him. What she did next was even more enchanting. Her soft smoldering eyes gazed up at him, Trisha’s lust clearly written in their azure depth. The young innocent’s eyes slowly fluttered closed and she opened her sweet little mouth as she offered herself body and soul.

Ming’s lust splattered against Trisha angelic face, some gushing into the little thief open mouth. His white hot scalding cum clung to Trisha’s breast and clung to her skin as if they were liquid pearls. Ming hand cupped the little thief chin, his thumb slid across the bow of her lower lip.

“I am very proud of you Trisha, you did everything I asked of you and so much more.”

Ming kissed the chestnut crown of the young thief’s head, he let his pride in her shine in his dark soulless eyes as he gazed down into stunningly expressive blue eyes.

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When Trisha awoke she found herself lying before the blazing heart, a soft woolen blanket covering her. She soon realized that she was naked beneath that blanket and there was no sign of her leathers. Draped over a chair was a one piece leather dress. It was soft, supple, crimson leather that would bring out the copper highlights of her chestnut tresses. The dress had a plunging neck line that would fall almost to Trisha’s dimpled naval and its skirt would barely reach mid thigh. There was also a matching pair of thigh high stiletto heeled boots. A delicate scarlet choker lay across the dress.

A soft scarping and her tormentor disappeared down what looked a trap door that quickly slid closed. It seemed that he had stayed too long and had unwittingly shown Trisha how to escape this room, still the real trick was to find the tripper.

What awaited the young thief was a pitch black spiral stair case, and a cleverly laid trap for this curious young Miss.

 

[katalynn]

Trisha wasn't too sure of how to process this experience as she tasted his seed. It was amazingly intoxicating, even if she did gag a little on the texture of it sliding down her throat. However, she never spat it out or showed sign of disgust over it as she swallowed what he offered down. His pride is last the thing she remembered as the world around faded and she drifted off to sleep.

She woke up to the feeling of that she was being watched and the naked sensation didn't help with the growing fear. As her eyes opened, she saw a figure of a man vanishing off through the floor. In that split second she felt it was a trick of just waking up until she heard the door closing behind him. It was then she started to recall the last few hours... or has it been a few days now? She really couldn't tell anymore as there is no day light or night time to give her clues.

The more she woke up and looked around to notice something draping over the chair. Her own clothes were gone, not that it mattered too much since soaking in water ruined it. Slowly she rose to her feet and held the blanket close to her as she walked towards the chair to see his 'gift'. Trisha had to admit that it was very pretty and looked like it might even be more comfortable than the leather she had on. The shoes on the other hand were an issue as she's never wore shoes of that nature.

At the moment it was better than nothing at all, despite being far out of her comfort zone, Trisha slipped the dress on. Though, she left the shoes where they laid and went barefoot from here. Not that she was tempted to actually try and wear the shoes, they were pretty and went well with the dress. But, she had to keep some of her rebellion streak to keep him intrigued and also, she didn't want to break her ankles. With some hesitation, she did at least put the collar around her slender throat. At first she didn't want to snap it closed, yet she made it this far and it couldn't hurt.

She kind of wished the food would have returned as she was very hungry now. Instead, she proceeded to go where she saw the figure disappear. Naturally there wasn't any indication of how to trigger the door, though she did see where the door was this time. It took her sometime to find a small stone in the floor that seemed out of place and at first it didn't seem to do anything.

After trying a few different things with some failure, she really studied the area a strange feeling crossed over her. It was a crazy idea and she highly doubt it would work as she glanced around to make certain she was alone. In a very submissive way, she leaned down the floor and kissed the trigger. Much like a slave would kiss their Masters feet. And to her surprise, the door opened for her. It was very dark and her heart raced with fear, not really wanting to go down them. One more glance around, finding nothing else as an option, she eventually took that first step into the unknown.

 

[cgraven]

Unseen eyes watched as Trisha’s dainty bare foot took her first step into the dark pit. They smiled as she took the second step and the sensual curve of her calve could be seen in the light from the room above. His little thief was cautious, she did not trust, as if she was looking for a trap. When her bare foot hit the tenth step, she felt it give slightly, the trap door above her slammed shut, and Trisha found herself in total darkness.

Each of the previous rooms had offered some sort of light. True the first was very dim and the room was filled with shadows, the second had been brighter. In the first room he had stripped her and taken the most indecent liberties with her supple young body. In the second room he had her strip for him had demanded that she please him with her sweet virgin mouth. Now Trish found herself on a spiral stair case in pitch darkness, the only way open to her was down.

Dark shadows swirled before the young thief’s eyes blackness upon blackness. It was almost as if they were alive. Trisha felt something intimately caress her velvet inner thigh, then she felt a breeze, and updraft from below caress her cheek. It was unnerving it was almost as if unseen hands were touching her caressing in the most sensual and seductive way. Yet that same sensual and seductive updraft told the little thief that there had to be away out somewhere below her.

Was it just a few seconds, or a few minutes, or perhaps longer before she could move. In the pitch darkness time lost all meaning, yet Trisha knew she must descend those narrow stairs. The only question was whether they went all the way to bottom, or had collapsed, dropping off into nothingness, each tentative step could be her last. When Trisha’s bare foot touched the last step she was confronted by a blank wall of closely fitted stones, there was not even enough room for her to turn around. This time the little thief would have to find the trigger in total darkness, this time she would have to hope that there was a trigger to be found.

He knew that Trisha’s anxiety be growing gnawing at her the longer she searched. He heard the soft click, he smiled and the door slid open to reveal blessed light, light that beckoned the young thief on. Trisha entered a narrow passage as the light beckoned her on such blessed light after that terrible darkness. Her bare foot hit the trip in the stone floor and an Iron portcullis slammed down just in front of her, another behind her. Trisha Lockwood was neatly trapped and beyond the bars of the portcullis lay a dungeon. The “X” of Saint Andrew seemed to stretched its arms as if in welcome to the little thief, the rack, and the dangling manacles seemed eager to embrace her.

“Choose!”

Trisha knew that disembodied voice, a voice that she had come to know very well, it was the voice of her tormentor of her seducer.

 

[katalynn]

Trisha didn't mind the pitch darkness so much as she minded not knowing where the path leads. Each step she took was a very careful one, using her hands to guide along the walls, her toes to feel for the next step. She did panic some when the tenth step made the door above her close. But her only real choice now is to move forward, there is no going back the way she came.

The further she went, the more she panicked, not knowing when it ends, or how long she's been in here. Despite all the whispering caresses, Trisha almost felt as though he would leave her down here to be forgotten. Eventually the real panic kicked in and her heart raced at an unbearable pace. Being boxed in by the stone walls were one of her biggest fears and for a few good moments she couldn't breathe. Her fear overwhelmed any rational thinking she could muster up.

Trisha never really did calm enough to plan this puzzle out like she had done before. Instead, she frantically searched, both feet and hands for anything out of place. When she couldn't anything at first, the tears took over and she leaned her head against the stone. Her teary cheek is what triggered the door open and she cried out with relief.

Only she was met with a room she really didn't want to be in and it only increased the hard pounding of her heart. His voice did bring some comfort in the fact that it told her he hadn't forgotten about her. But his command left little choice other than to obey it. Of course, she didn't answer him right away as her thoughts were still clouded with fear.

After she managed to calm some of her nerves, hoping that she is safe, while wondering if this is where it all ends. To many questions that she feared he will not answer.

"May I have food and drink before I decide? I am so hungry, I fear I will not be able to handle what comes next."

She thought about making it more of a demand rather than a polite request, though she seriously couldn't find her strong nerves after that panic attack.

 

[cgraven]

Trisha was helmed in closely by the trap she had triggered. The little thief could not turn right or left, nor could she turn around. Ming could see the panic in those soft blues, the way her fear had turned her supple skin to goose flesh. He loved the way the fear and panic bathed Trisha’ gorgeous young body in a fine sheen of sweat.

“Choose.”

As he spoke the single word he watched a bead of sweat trickle down into the sweet scented valley that lay between the little thief firm young breasts. He watched as she hesitated, as she tried to calm herself. Ming new that Trisha fear and panic would have set every fiber in her gorgeous alive, super sensitive, a condition that exactly fit in with his plans for her.

"May I have food and drink before I decide? I am so hungry, I fear I will not be able to handle what comes next."

“True Trisha…………”

He paused menacingly before continuing.

“………..you will need all your strength for what is to come next Trisha!”

A commanding note came into his voice.

“Kneel Trisha, place your hands at the nape of your neck, elbows out straight, you may rest that cute little ass of yours on your heels.”

This time his voice was firmer, sterner, than before.

“You may remove your dress Trisha but leave the chocker on………..it is a shame that you did not wear the boots……..but then I rather like you bare footed, like a playful little nymph.”

Ming turned on his heel, not bothering to look back to see if his little thief had obeyed him. He disappeared from her line of sight.

Ming made Trisha wait for over fifteen minutes before he return with a plate of meat, cheese, and bread. He took a bit of cheese held it between his fingers and held it out to her. When Trisha went to reach for it he sharply chastised her.

“NO!......... Remain kneel with your hand at the nape of your neck young lady.”

If the little thief wanted to eat then she would have to eat from his finger tips. Only when Trisha did as he commanded, did he feed her. She had to drink the wine he offered from his cupped hand. Her meal complete, once more he said,

“Choose!”

The “x” of saint Andrew, the rack and the manacles seemed to shutter in anticipation of embracing this gorgeous young creature in their cruel and demanding grasp.

 

[katalynn]

Trisha didn't like being so confined and at times it seemed suffocating to her while trying to keep focus on reality. All she wanted is to be free of this trap and for a while she didn't obey his request. Though, the longer he made her wait, she started to realize that perhaps he won't come back unless she did as instructed. Glancing around the room to see the choices that she had and none of them looked all that pleasing. At least not initially they didn't. Subconsciously, each of the items called to her submissive side and struck the curiosity inside.

Shyly she disrobed out of the dress that she just barely put on, shivering at the loss of its comfort while kneeling down to the floor. Once more stripped of her dignity and pride, feeling the humiliation of the position as her arms went to the stance he requested. When he returned, she couldn't look him in the eyes and kept her eyes averted to the floor with a scarlet blush to her cheeks.

The moment she saw him reaching the food towards her, she thought it was safe to take it. That is until he scolded her and pulled the food back. That flush only grew deeper while getting back into position to wait for the food once more. With some hesitation she slowly took the offered food and found the process oddly satisfying. It aroused her in the strangest of ways as she drank the wine from his hands. She couldn't explain it to herself, let alone try to explain it to anyone else.

He spoke of the choice once more and she could barely look at the items without having to look at him first. Her eyes averted him and kept them to the ground as she spoke her answer. Or rather pointed to her answer and she chose the rack, not fully knowing what it was called.

"I choose that one...... Sir..."

She spoke quietly and unsure of herself and of his intentions.

 

[cgraven]

When Ming had returned he had found his little thief kneeling just as he had told her. It was quite clear that Trisha Lockwood was not pleased and yet she had obeyed him. He loved the shock look as she realized if she wanted to eat she would have to eat from his finger tips like a favored pet. Once more his adorable little thief bent to his will. He loved how Trisha’s shy little pink tongue lapped the wine from his cupped hands as if she was a naughty little kitten. Her meal finished it was time for her to make her choice.

Trisha could barely look at the items without he soft blue gaze looking back to Him first. The little thief demurely lowered her soft blue eyes from his gaze.

"I choose that one...... Sir..."

Trisha pointed to the rack. Ming wondered if this accomplished little thief could really be that innocent to not even know its name.

“The rack it is Trisha.”

The portcullis before her startled eyes seemed to rise if by magic. Ming extended his hand to the kneeling young beauty, to help her stand.

The rack almost seemed to be alive, eager to embrace this stunning young beauty’s gorgeous young body. Ming’s hands were around her trim little waist, he lifted her up as if she was light as a feather.

“Recline Trisha and stretch your hands above your head.”

The supple leather of the wrist restraints snuggly circled the young thief’s delicate wrists He trailed his fingertips down the sensual curves of Trisha’s supple young body, stopping to leisurely circle her dusky pink areolas until each was a puffy aroused little pillow capped by a taunt little pink rosebud nipple. Then Ming’s fingers were on the move again, down across the quivering plain of her quivering abdomen, to toy with the soft chestnut fleece of her delicate virgin pussy. Those maddenly seductive fingers brush the young thief’s velvet inner thigh before capturing her dainty ankle. His fingers repeated the seductive process before capturing Trisha’s other ankle. He spread the little thief legs wide until her sweet delicate pussy blossomed for him, her virgin clit peeking between the coral pink folds of her labia.

CLICK

The rack softly whispered to Trisha. His fingers once more teasing the downy chestnut fleece that covered the sweet thief’s “Venus Mons”.

“I think…….”

CLICK, CLICK

The track began to stretch Trisha gorgeous young body. Ming continued.

“……. A little shave.”

CLICK, CLICK, CLICK

Trisha’s lithe young body was now stretched tight as bow string, every never in her gorgeous young body alive as never before in her young life. Ming once more disappeared from Trisha Lockwood’s line of sight and it was quite clear that his intended were to really shave her virgin pussy bare and there was nothing she could do about it.

 

[katalynn]

Trisha never really concerned herself with items such as she saw in this room. She knew enough to know that they were meant for harsh punishments way back in the day. Perhaps still used today.... like what she's about to find out soon enough. Beyond that knowledge, what they were called, she wouldn't know and hear that the one she chose was called a 'rack'.... Her eyes widen with refreshed fear, wondering if she perhaps chose wrong.

"What have I done to deserve punishment? Have I not done everything you have instructed?"

She spoke as she felt the stretching of her arms and legs, fighting to resist the reaction her nipples gave towards his attention. There was some resistance to spreading her legs for him once again, not willing to allow him to do hurt her down there. Naturally, that bit of resistance was lost as he had more advantage than she did in this position.

"Shave?..... Shave what?... I always shave?

Although she was talking about legs and under her arms, never once considered the area between her legs. Granted she kept it fairly trimmed and neat, but she had nothing to prove to anyone so shaving it clean.... A sharp razor... near intimate areas....

"Will you cut me? I.... I don't... I don't trust having sharp objects near ... well... you know... I.. I kind of like to keep things... intact..."

Trisha mostly rambled on, fighting her own fear as her legs tried to fight against the cuffs to close unsuccessfully. Being aroused wasn't on at the top of the list, that was more of a subconscious feeling, a hidden secret she wasn't ready to process yet. The forefront emotions were mainly fear and distrust of what he will do. The idea that this is more of a punishment rather than some erotic game of his simply consumed her.

"Please... I don't like this..."

She tried again to twist her wrist and ankles, even her core of her tightly stretched body with every attempt to slip free of the cuffs.

 

[cgraven]

The little thief was truly caught no matter how she struggled it became quite apparent that she would not be able to escape the bounds that now securely held her. Ming savored the fear he saw in the clear depth of those startling blue eyes.

"What have I done to deserve punishment? Have I not done everything you have instructed?"

Trisha sobbed, her soft voice quivered, with her fear of the unknown, just barely a breathy whisper. As usual her tormentor remained silent. His dark eyes intently searching her stunningly express azure blue eyes the little thief innocent soul bared to him. All her hopes and fears, as well as her darkest secrets, and desires where laid bare to him.

"Shave?..... Shave what?... I always shave?

Ass his fingers continued to toy with the light chestnut fleece of her pussy he could see that Trisha was slowly realizing what he intended to shave.

"Please... I don't like this..."

Ming merely smiled as his lips lowered to hers. A soft sensual fleeting kiss brushed the young beauty’s moist ripe lips in a seductive kiss. As their lips parted he once more disappeared from her line of sight.

When he returned, he bathed Trisha’s delicious little virgin pussy with a warm liquid. He lathered the downy fleece that hide her maiden’s treasure from him. A bean of light danced along the keen edge of the strait razor. Ming’s fingers stretched the young thief silken tight.

“ Be very still Trisha less I cut you.”

The cold unyielding steel of the razor caressed Trisha soft supple flesh. With each pass the razor left smooth bare skin in its wake. In the end the little thief was as bare as the day she was born, not a single fine was left to hide her maidenly charms from him. Again he bathed Trisha’s naked pussy with the warm liquid and a seductively, sensual warmth began to spread through her naked pussy. It was then that Ming answered Trisha’s first question.

“Who said I was going to punish you young lady.”

As he spoke he placed a little metal cylinder between her wide spread thigh. He adjusted it so the bullet shaped head rested against her clit once more. It was like the little gift that he had given in the first room, except much larger, and when he activated the devilish device Trisha found that it was much more powerful than the first one and much more demanding of her supple young body.

 

[katalynn]

There were no answers to her questions and the only thing she received in return to comfort the fear was a simple kiss. She wasn't certain if that was all that reassuring, or perhaps the last kiss she will ever receive again. All the same, the moment she felt that cold steel touching her, time itself froze. Trisha didn't even know if she was breathing as the first scrape kissed down her flesh.

The whole process had her reflecting on the last few hours since she has been here. It seemed as if the razor stripped away any sense of strength she had while it bared everything to him. It made her realize that her very life quite literally belongs in the hands of this man between her legs. If she wants food, only he can provide, to bathe, to sleep... Even grooming it seems. Something about that was very comforting to her, while at the same time, it scared her to no end. He could end her life at any given second, or sell her off to someone else that will end her life.

Little by little that sharp object not only shaved the hair, it shaved her resolve, her strength as it enforced his control over her. The fear to move was so instilled that she didn't hadn't fully registered when he had finished. His question barely seeping into a frantically thought filled mind. Subconsciously she felt the arousing effect his attention had given, whether she knew it or not, her hips did give a little squirm to the rinsing.

The entire time she held her eyes close and head to the side, waiting and anticipating some kind of pain. Even the slightest knick was expected. Though, it never happened and before she could figure out he had completed, another cold object slipped into place. Right when she opened her eyes, the vibrations had found her stolen breath as she cried out from the intensity.

She couldn't arch her back too much, nor squirm away from the object, but she gave it her best shot as her eyes grew wide with refreshed lust. Her legs tensed against the cuffs with all they could muster up in their attempts to close and hide herself from the device.

"Why...... Why are you doing.... this to me??... "

She barely could get the words out as she felt the familiar oncoming rise of a climax reaching its peak.

 

[cgraven]

Ming smiled as Trisha held her eyes tightly close and head to the side, her gorgeous young body stretched as tight as a bow string. He idly wonder what horrors the little thief agile young mind was anticipating. The one thing he knew was that Trisha as preparing herself for some kind of pain.

"Why...... Why are you doing.... this to me??... "

The young thief gasped barely able to get the softly breathed question out.

“Open your eyes Trisha, I did not tell you to close them young lady.”

Ming’s hands were massaging a warm oil over Trisha’s now bare pussy and Venus Mons. A little something that would heighted her pleasure. He picked up the riding crop, holding it between his hands and slowly flexed it. His dark soulless eyes holding her soft tear shimmering eyes in his unblinking gaze.

“Why am I doing this? Because I can! Because you want me to Trisha!”

As he spoke he tease stunning little thief soft velvet inner thigh his eyes held hers captive as the leather crept closer and closer to her defenseless pussy. It was not long before the braid shaft of the crop slid along Trisha’s virgin folds. That braided shaft massaging, teasing, and her throbbing clit from its hooded hiding place. When her gorgeous young body was trembling in need on the brink of release, where the young thief could almost taste the pleasure it offered.

That sot leather began to move again, its seductive caress exploring the sensual curves of her torso. Explored the firm contours of her breasts.

“How old are you Trisha?”

When she hesitated he began to tap her areola and nipple with that seductive leather tab.

“How many lovers have enjoyed your gorgeous young body?”

The longer that the young thief hesitated in answering his questions the sharper the bite of the riding crop.

 

[katalynn]

It became increasingly difficult to open her eyes once she had closed them, even on command she didn't want to see what he's doing. Eventually, she did manage to open them partially as the oil fueled her lust and the very air suddenly became more arousing than it should have. His answer confused her though, uncertain of what he meant by she wants him to do this. She hasn't begged for this, in the forefront of her thoughts, she's only obeying to by some time until she can escape.

Subconsciously however, she knew better and couldn't in a life time... or many life times.. admit to enjoying any of this. If anyone is to ask, he is simply forcing her body to react the way it does. Having no idea what was in that water, but it had her feeling like she was in heat and couldn't get enough. Anyone seeing that would assume she willingly allowed what he did to happen. Now, just like the water, the oil is working into her every fiber and fueling those same desires, increased by the kissing of the crop.

For a few strikes she refused to answer his questions, partly out of a need to refuse him. The other part..... well, needless to say.. She actually enjoyed those bites as they became harsher. Sadly, her nipples could only take so many bites as they were not used to being played with. It was only many five harsh strikes before he had her whimpering and dancing to the crop as she finally answered.

"20... I just turned 20 a few days ago.... and no one.... no lovers.... I have kissed... but no more than that.... Please..."

She stopped at please and her eyes rolled shut as she didn't know what she wanted. At first she thought of begging him to stop. Yet feeling her own body squirming and the drool seeping from her pussy, the need to beg for something else teased at her lips. He had her at the breaking point of willing to do anything to find release.

 

[cgraven]

Ming loved that fire he saw warring in the deep azure depths of Trisha’s stunningly expressive young eye. He saw the little flares of her rebellion, and the little thief’s natural need to submit, to be dominated and bent to another’s will, vying for supremacy. Yet in the end Ming had no doubt which of those warring emotions would win out. As he saw the tip of her little pink slide across the sensual bow of her lower lip, the moment of hesitation before she seductively gasped, and once more bent to his will.

"20... I just turned 20 a few days ago.... and no one.... no lovers.... I have kissed... but no more than that.... Please..."

Trisha made her little confession, and her soft passion laced voice faltered at the word please. Once more Trisha’s eyes fluttered close. In that moment, her eyes half lidded, he saw sensual little war flare once more before she turned her head to the side in attempt to hide from this man who seemed to know her better than she knew herself.

“ A virgin Trisha?”

There was a note of disbelief in his voice.

“A virgin at 20 these day Trisha, shall we see young lady?”

Bound as she was there was nothing she could do to stop him from finding out her closely held secret. Now the sharp firry kisses of the riding crop danced across the little thief soft velvet thighs that glisten with her own sinful arousal. Those firry kiss danced ever closer to Trisha’s naked pussy, then that first scalding kiss that drew a sharp gasp form moist ripe lips.

Ming lay the riding crop on Trisha’s quivering abdomen, a dark promise of what might be hers if she only asked, if she only bring herself to beg for it. His finger traced the hot moist fold of her pussy, teased her throbbing clit before sliding into Trisha’s chaste young body. He drew out the process, let her anticipate what was about to come, her secret soon know to him.

“My My Trisha you are so very tight one could almost believe that you were a virgin young lady.”

Slowly, deeper and deeper that questing finger wormed into the young thief until the tip of his finger brushed Trisha’s maidenhead the physical proof that she truly was a virgin.

“You are a very truthful young lady Trisha for a thief.”

Ming knew his words stung and the way that Trisha squirmed both mentally and physically pleased him. Then that steel edged voice, so honey sweet was at her ear.

“Please………what Trisha……….do not lie to me young lady………….I shall know if you do.”

He paused for a moment, as he let his words sink. The little thief was truly caught between her growing sinful arousal, her bounds, and this creature who seemed to know her darkest secrets.

 

[katalynn]

Trisha squealed and squirmed as the crop made its sharp kiss to her exposed pussy, making her squirt more juices. This time she was much more aware of where his invasive finger went than the first time as she wasn't so drugged. It still felt good and that is what she was aware of the most. Although it wasn't nearly enough to make her climax and that is what she needed in quick earnest.

"Please..... Sir...."

She's on the verge of begging him to give her what she needs, yet still trying to refuse him that satisfaction. However, his taunting fingers wouldn't let her fight for very long as her hips rolled, twisted and turned however way they possible could to seek more.

"Please... Sir... I need to cum.... Please... allow me to cum.... For you sir..."

She finally broke, between gasps and whimpers that echoed off the walls while her toes curled with need.

 

[cgraven]

"Please..... Sir...."

Trisha panted, that gorgeous young body of hers now covered in a fine sheen of sweat. The little thief’s nipples were as hard as pebbles, her breast ached for attention, and her throbbing clit screamed for the ecstasy of that release that would quench the burning ache in her throbbing clit.

"Please... Sir... I need to cum.... Please... allow me to cum.... For you sir..."

All of the little’s thief need to maintain her pride, her little need for rebellion to maintain that mask crumbled before the dark desire to cum.

“ What will you offer me if I let you cum Trisha,………what do you have I can possibly want?”

Ming continued to finger fuck and teased her and yet never let her have what she now so desperately needed. He tilted his head as if in thought.

“Perhaps your virginity Trisha?”

With those words Ming had her tittering on the edge. He idly wondered if she would take that next step into his dark world. Would the young thief trade her chaste virginity to be able to cum and grasp what her treacherous you body now hungered for.

 

[katalynn]

The sound of his last suggestion practically had her in tears as many, many thing ran through her fragile mind. Shaking her head no, despite the ever increasing willingness to give it to him.

"I will.... I will suck on.. you again... I will even swallow.... it all this time..."

She panted and squirmed, his fingers driving her to the edge of insanity. With everything she had, her back arched as much as it could.

"You can.... you can take my... throat.. forcefully.... I will not fight..."

She was trying to come up with anything, anything at all that might intrigue him enough to let her cum. It wasn't easy for her to think though as her hips writhed, seeking to find that very spot to send her over the edge.

"Please... Sir... Allow me to cum for you..."

She looked directly at him with tears of need and desire filling her eyes. From what little she knew of him, she knew enough that he liked eye contact. Only guessing at his desire to take her throat roughly like she expected him to the first time. But giving away her virginity to him scared her on more levels than she knew what to do with.

 

[cgraven]

Trisha’s tears were no feely flowing and her stunning blue eyes clouded with the war between what she truly wanted but was unable to face openly and her ever fading little attempts at rebellion. When she spoke it was barely a passion choked whisper.

"I will.... I will suck on.. you again... I will even swallow.... it all this time..."

He could hear the growing panic the young thief’s voice. Ming did not answer but continue to teas her sweet little clit fanning the fires that he had ignited in her. He wonder just how far she would go, and he did not have long to wait.

"You can.... you can take my... throat.. forcefully.... I will not fight.....

Without his coaxing or a single word Trisha had up the ante of what she was willing to do if he just let her cum. The little thief lifted her tear shimmering eyes and looked directly at Ming, her tears of sinful need and forbidden desire shining in their smoldering azure depth.

"Please... Sir... Allow me to cum for you..."

Trisha had come to far now to turn back. It might have been different if she had fought him tooth and nail from the start. If she had not rationalized why she was giving into him step by step as she sank every deeper into his dark world. If Trisha had not let her own curiosities get the better of her.

“Master!”

Ming correct his stunning young blue eyed Thief.

“I have already savored your sweet virgin mouth and throat Trisha, what makes you think I would settle for a repeat performance when you can offer me something much sweeter young lady?”

As he spoke he let his finger slip from Trisha’s greedy and needy little pussy, to leave her alone with her cravings, her sinful desires, and her unfulfilled need to cum. Bound and stretched as she was on the rack even her own delicate hands and fingers were denied to her. His little thief could do nothing but grind her slim hips in humiliating invitation to Ming. The pillows that he had placed at the small of her back once more denied the relief she craved.

“Such a little gift Trisha for what you desire…………”

He paused his dark soulless eyes holding her soft tear shimmering eyes captive.

“Well young lady……….what shall it be… Trisha?

 

[katalynn]

His response to her offer was to be expected and yet it still had her eyes growing wide with shock. She did honestly hope he would take the bait instead of going further with his idea. Still..... Deep down within her gut... She knew.. Knew that this time would come. The test he is giving her now, much like before, is the idea of her willingness to give him what he wants. Or to make him for it upon her in a manner that she most likely will not appreciate.

Trisha groaned and whimpered as his fingers slipped out from her depths, she was so close, right there on thtat sweet edge. He seemed to know it as well and kept her right where he wanted. Without his fingers however, it did help in the tiniest form, to think a little straighter. She had already begged and her body is still begging for his return, yet her words did nothing to help the situation. He did not take the bait like she had hoped. Of course she knew there were other means and pleasurable ways to give him off. Somehow though, she didn't believe he would accept any of those, all except maybe one. However, there is no way she is ever giving that up to anyone. It all left her one option left...... Her virginity.

"Will I get... pregnant? I.... I am not ready for that... If you take me like that.... don't let me get pregnant.... M..Master..."

She didn't beg for it, nor looked him in the eye as her shy face turned away from his. Although, she did in her own way, give him the offer he desired. Truth is, there was nothing left for her to give him and if she didn't want it to be painful, letting him have her willingly is the only way out of this.

 

[cgraven]

Left alone only with her own dark sinful cravings Ming knew he was taking a chance that it may spark a new series of rebellion in his adorable little thief. Yet when Trisha dropped her stunning blue eyes from his gaze and shyly turned her face from him Ming knew that he had won and that Trisha took another step into his dark world.

"Will I get... pregnant? I.... I am not ready for that... If you take me like that.... don't let me get pregnant.... M..Master..."

Trisha had hesitated at the word Master but in the end, even to submitting to that galling humiliation, she had called him Master.

“Pregnant Trisha………..why would I want to get you pregnant……..and ruin your figure and that gorgeous young body of yours.........?

Ming’s voice trailed off, his eyes lecherously taking in Trisha’s naked perfection.

“ I shall leave you bound here young Lady. All that happens from this moment on is not your responsible,……….but Mine Trisha.”

As he spoke his lips fleetingly brushed hers, explored the contours of her heaving breast, his tongue then fluttered over the young thief’s nipples each in turn. By the time he finished his hot moist breathe bathed her naked pussy.

“ I shall take you know Trisha.”

He nipped and teased her soft velvet inner thighs, a sensual kiss to the adorable little thief’s pussy and a flick of his tongue to the hapless young beauty’s throbbing clit. Ming slowly, sensually kissed his way back over her gorgeous young body as Ming continued her seduction.

His dark soulless eyes held her stunning blue eyes, the tip of his cock brushed her virgin folds. Ming velvet tip of his cock eased into Trisha’s chaste young body, he took his time, letting the trapped little thief’s supple young body adjust to his cock. Each roll of his hips, drove his cock a little deeper into Trisha’s chaste young body. Soon that velvet tip caressed her maidenhead. Ming smiled down at Trisha his cock began its retreat once more and then a sudden thrust a moment of pain and Trisha’s virginity was his prize.

 

[katalynn]

Trisha in those few moments had lost all sense of reality. There wasn't really any way for her to tell if he said that just to play with her. Or if he spoke the truth. None of that really mattered once his touch started teasing her. After already being highly aroused, it didn't take much to have her writhing beneath him.

Just as his mouth washed over her, each kiss and nip took the fear away. Before too long, Trisha whimpered with little pleas to cum again. Begging in whispering gasps for more when she felt the scalding hot tip of his cock brushing against clit.

He didn't answer like always as she begged, rolling her hips towards him right as he pushed in. Her eyes grew wider as the shock of something so big settled in her clenching depths. In a matter of moments he thrust again, forcing himself deeper as she cried out in a mixture of pain and pleasure.

In that very same moment, she came harder than she has since being here. Her juices and tears flowing freely while trembled. She tried to urge her body to move and relax, yet it was paralyzed and frozen with shock.

 

[cgraven]

Ming loved the doubt, even disbelief in his little thief’s stunningly expressive blue eyes, eyes that so often betrayed her to him. He could see that Trisha did not believe it when he said All that happens from this moment on is not her responsible but his, after all how could she resist him bound as she was. Despite Trisha’s doubts, the way his mouth washed over her, each kiss and nip had the little thief whimpering to please let her cum again. His demanding kiss, the thrust of his hip silenced those sweet pleas and he claimed her virginity.

Ming savored that moment for not only had he claimed Trisha’s virginity but his little thief came hard, her gorgeous young body bucking and thrashing as Ming’s cock sunk ever deeper into Trisha’s ravaged pussy. He smiled as her supple young body now seemed to hunger for his cock. He stilled then his seductions began in earnest, her cries of pain and lose now, like her virginity nothing but a fading memory.

Ming made love to Trisha he was everything a girl dreams about in a lover, and so seldom finds. In his gentleness he was curler that if he had just fucked her and then if had cast Trisha aside after he had claimed her chaste virginity.

 

[katalynn]

The slow seduction and love making motions drove Trisha insane. Warring with many conflicting confusion as her world spun out of control. Trapped here like a mouse in a maze with no way out, he could have just simply taken what he wanted. Recalling all the times when the men that raised her took what they wanted from the whores. Then again, she never saw what they did behind closed doors in privacy either. Now that she is in a similar situation, falling victim to the pleasures of him moving within her, Trisha wondered if the henchmen did what they did on purpose. A way of showing her what they will do to her when she slips, an example of sorts.

This...... this confused her frantically racing mind. She knew he didn't care about her... Or at least.. That's what she kept trying to tell herself. More tears fell freely as her body succumbed to his attentions, slowly responding to each of his thrusts with what little motion it is capable of making. Her mind still in shock and though her world spun wildly, with no sense of grounding herself, time itself seemed to have frozen.

Trisha felt him moving, heard herself moaning and whimpering beneath him as she came multiple times. Yet, it was more like a hazy dream rather than reality. Watching herself give herself to this man that has trapped her. Although she couldn't move freely, her limbs did pull and tense against the bindings. At times she pulled too hard and felt that there will be bruising on her wrists later. That thought was merely a fleeting one though as she cried out and came once again, soaking his cock and streaming her juices into a puddle on the rack. Eventually she couldn't keep her eyes open any longer as all focus left her, letting her eyes roll shut while her body accepted him.

 

[cgraven]

She was magnificent each little sensual gasp, each breathless sigh, and each moan of pleasure that bubbled from Trisha’s moist ripe lips pleased him. No longer was the little thief taking a step into his world but running as fast as she could for the pleasure that his thrusting cock granted her. Ming loved the way his blue eyes beauty’s hips squirmed under him, then slowly rolled and arched up to meet his plunging thrusts.

Trisha’s screams of ecstasy were quickly silenced by her Master’s kiss, for whether she knew it or not she was his body and soul. That sensually seductive kiss lingered and deepened until time stood still. There was no past, no future, just here just now, and just the unimagined pleasure he brought to the young thief’s gorgeous young body. A cascading series of orgasms engulfed Trisha, each building on the one before. Her soft azure blue eyes fluttered close, her head lulled from side to side as Trisha strained against her bounds as she shamelessly offered herself to him.

Suddenly as if by magic Trisha ankles were free. That freedom allowed her to fully meet his thrust as he both ravished and made love to her. She was free to draw him deeper into her chaste young body. The young thief stood on the precipices; if she took the step then she would be his forever.

 

[katalynn]

There were more thoughts as his kiss made the outside world fully disappear. Each thrust he made forced him to become the center of her world. The only she truly felt was him and nothing else, the warmth of his body, the motion of his movements. Most of all, the huge part of him filling and stretching into her very core. Nothing else mattered from that point on, he could kill her in that very moment and she wouldn't have know any wiser of what happened.

Trisha didn't truly feel the moment of when he freed her ankles, hell, she didn't even acknowledge that they were free at all. Let alone question when or how. Every part of her being ran on instincts now as he kept moving in an endless, slow motion. She came shortly after her ankles were set free and within that very intense climax, her legs wrapped tightly around him. Her instincts were simply trying to close her legs, needing rest and of being more tender than she could ever possibly imagine.

Her body however told a different story as her legs wrapped onto him tightly, raising her hips to hold him as deep as possible. That tiny little hole of hers couldn't get enough of what he had to offer. He hit that sweet spot so very deep within her and subconsciously, she didn't want it to end.

 

[cgraven]

Ming loved the way that Trisha wrapped her now free legs around him the way her heels dug into the cheeks of his ass as the young thief desperately tried to draw him ever deeper into her hungering pussy. This shy little beauty was a regular little sexual wildcat. Her Master saw that Trisha was near to exhaustion her half lidded blue eyes told the same story, yet her gorgeous supple young body, however told a different story as her legs wrapped more tightly around him, her slender young hips arching off the rack to hold him as deep as possible within her chaste young body.

Trisha was panting, gasping to catch her breath, her legs holding just where she wanted him. Then her scream of unimagined ecstasy filled the dungeon as Trisha came harder than she ever had in her young life, but still her hands were bound above the little thief’s head. She was unable to embrace him, hold him in a lovers embrace. It was then that Ming freed Trisha’s hands, freed her to give herself to him completely, and freed her to give not only her body, but her young innocent soul as well. When Ming finally came Trisha was wildly bucking and thrashing in the throes of her latest orgasm, his scalding white cum filled Trisha’s fertile virginal womb.

His adorable little thief lay lewdly spread across the rack her naked perfection on display. Her pale golden ivory skin was bathed in a fine sheen of sweat, her soft rich chestnut hair sweat matted to her angelic face, those stunning azure blue eyes half lidded and so seductive. Ming took in this vision of young naked perfection before slipping from her delicious tight pussy. He gathered the now spent and exhausted young beauty into his arms. He carried her to the next room, laid Trisha on the king size bed. Ming gathered his little thief in the security of his arms, held her close to him, her head resting on his chest.

Over the next two days Ming took his innocent little thief several times a day giving Trisha all the dark forbidden pleasure she craved. He not only gave this stunning young creature all the physical pleasure she desired but also all the soft romantic pleasure that would bind her ever tighter to him. As Trisha lay in his arms a sweet little smile bowing her lips he smiled as he planned the young innocent beauty’s next sexual adventure.

On the third day Ming woke Trisha with sweet kiss, as he adored every square inch of her supple young body with the most sensual little kisses, the most arousing lover’s nips, and erotic tongue before he took her one more time. The little thief was bathing in the warm afterglow of her most recent orgasm when he softly whispered to the young innocent.

“I have to go for awhile Trisha.”


He paused for a moment.

“If I am not back in a day follow me.”

He kissed her hard and in that kiss was every that Trisha desired, and needed. Ming’s black heart soared as his adorable thief gave herself to that kiss. He knew that day and night, the passing of time was impossible to know. He knew time its self would gnaw at her; a minute could seem like an hour, an hour like a day, and a day like an eternity. Ming knew that Trisha would soon follow him, follow him in to the darkness of her own passions.