The new slave ((master needed))

[brunoone]

Chalice

Adam gathered more cum on his fingers -- sometimes from a tacky puddle on her hamstring, sometimes from her cunt. He fed her as he had earlier fed her fruit. A pair of his fingers went alternately deep and shallow. He swabbed semen on her lips, her tongue, the roof of her mouth, the insides of her cheeks. The flavors were not his alone, of course. They'd commingled with some of her own.

"Have you figured it out, fawn?" A soft, but unmistakably paternal tone in his voice. "Why you're here, I mean? Why I bought you?" He kissed her hair. "I wanted a little breeding bitch." The words recharged his flagging hard-on. "your body will be a chalice for semen." Adam hugged her. "you will be beautiful."

 

[HornyPussycat21]

She licked his fingers everytime as he pushed them in her mouth. He moved them all around in her mouth maing it impossible for her not to taste it. Fawn moved her hands to his arm after a minute as it went down to her pussy. Once he pushed his fingers back in her pussy and closed her legs tight, trying to keep them there.

She couldn't believe she was doing that, but it was felt so good when he pushed his finger into her cunt. Tears filled her green eyes again as he hugged her tight while he called her his breeding bitch. She push her head back as she slowly losened her legs from around his hand. "Please... let me go. I just want to sleep."

 

[brunoone]

He did not let her go. But his arms relaxed some around her, draping her body instead of embracing it. Still, she felt his size, his warmth. Still, she shared her own warmth with him. Still, she tasted a film of him in her mouth.

In moments, his breathing eased, then regulated. Adam was asleep.

 

[HornyPussycat21]

Fawn stayed still for a while just listening to his breathing as he laid behind her. After a while she slowly moved his arm out of the way and placed it behind her. She waited a couple of minutes more until she slowly got on her knees and looked down at the man. "Disgusting pig." I whispered before I moved off the bed, making sure not to make it move to much.

She stood on the floor at the end of the bed and watched his face as she backed up to the doorway. Her heart was beating so hard that she was afraid he would hear her, then catch her, but the wole timeshe was backing up his face not once moved. His breathing stayed the same.

As soon as she hit the doorway she turned and bolted to the front door. She didn't know if he heard her or even cared she just needed to get out of here. She stopped at the front door and unlocked it before opening it wide. Fawn ran out into the black night, ignoring the pain in her feet she got from the sticks on the ground. She didn't care where she was going she just needed to leave she this man didn't touch her again.

 

[brunoone]

A Nasty Shock

All but leaping from the porch, a lightless forest swallowed her. Sounds of a windy autumn complicated her footsteps. Naked. fawn had left the house naked. Motivated by irrational panic. Outstretched arms swatting at half-seen underbrush. she knew only that she must get away from him. But to where? From the shipping crate she had not seen the entrance to Adam's property. He had told her she was miles from anywhere, surrounded by undeveloped acreage, but he might have been lying, might have been bluffing. she strained to hear a road, an occasional car. Nothing. Nothing to indicate neighbors or civilization. In aimless distress, she ran on. Having no direction except "away." A glance over her shoulder. Faint rectangles of light from the cabin. Had to keep the cabin behind her. Anywhere but there.

A faint nausea rose in her belly as she ran. A sick buzzing. Maybe the food had been poisoned. At first, she felt that she might puke, but then she feared that she would not. With each step the sickness became less familiar. Not biological. Not organic. Was it... possibly... electrical?

The hum of television static was gaining strength in her lower torso. A waking Tesla coil coming to angry life. Before she fully processed a connection between the sensation within and Adam's earlier basement procedure, invisible energy built to a bright discharge that dazzled her eyes and dropped the bitch to her knees. A fiery zing shot outward from her uterus through every branch of her nervous system. she might well have licked a bolt of lightning.

The implant felled her with such graceless force that she couldn't retreat toward the house. Adam's unseen army of electrical bees kept at her with their remorseless stinging. her limbs began to curl in unnatural ribbons. her jaw locked.

How long was she in pain before the darker darkness appeared? A starless patch where a man-shaped hole had been cut in the universe. The hole reached for her. And dragged her back to the silent world. A world where pain cooled to tolerable pins and needles. she looked up, trying so hard to make her eyes work again.

she was in Adam's arms. He was marching back to the cabin.

 

[HornyPussycat21]

Fawn whimpered as she was picked up off the hard, cold ground and pressed against something warm and musclar. She looked atthe figure for a moment, her eyes trying to put together who it was. "Adam?" It ment to be a thought, but it came out at a horse whisper.

She let her head lean on his chest as she shivered hard in his arms, the cool night air finally getting to her. Her teeth started to chatter as she wrapped her arms around herself. "You... it sh-socked me." She mumbled to him as she looked around at the dark trees. Slowly her eyes became like two giant rocks and she could no longer keep them open.

The closed slowly before she blacked out finally.

 

[brunoone]

Back to the Basement

If it was her intent to remain conscious, the bitch had little success in doing so. her eyelids sputtered open twice on the way back to the basement playroom. Neither time did she attempt speech. So listless was she on the table’s oxblood leather surface, Adam didn’t even bother with restraints. His trained fingers pressed thoughtfully at several locations across her lower abdomen. It would be difficult to tell which of those spots had been made tender by her first fuck and which had been bitten by the fangs of an invisible electric perimeter.

“you didn’t believe me,” he said. The words were hazy and distant, but not angry. “you may hate me. I don’t know. Maybe you fear me. But I haven’t lied to you.” He pressed gingerly at her left ovary, his fingertips rocking against it. “I would prefer to care for you – as all valuable property is cared for. If you run, if you’re defiant, disobedient, even self-destructive – I have to make other choices.”

Adam chose a different speculum from a tray. “I need to see how badly you are hurt,” he explained. The cool metal touched the outside of her right thigh. “Open your legs so I can check.”

 

[HornyPussycat21]

Fawn whimpered on the table as he ran his hand over her lower abdomen. He hit a few really tender spots, making her jump off the table a bit. She heard him say a few word, before a cold metal touched her leg. The last few words she heard were Open your legs. Fawn opened hr eyes a little bit before she opened her legs slowly.

This was the least she could do for him, he just saved her from being shocked to death in the woods. "I-I'm sorry." She mumbled to him as her eyes started to close again as the world went black again.

 

[brunoone]

The lips of the spec opened her again. Adam fished a scope between the steel bills and thoroughly searched the walls of her canal for injuries. The slender tube twisted in the murky pearlescence of his own sperm, showing him a rasped capillary here, a bruise there. Electricity was more subtle. It tended to surprise muscles with deep cramps. Finally the scope’s small screen showed him the implant, still clinging like a parasite to the bitch’s cervix. It was precisely where Adam himself had attached it. And it had worked. Brilliantly. His eyes narrowed with satisfaction, but not with glee. He did not enjoy hurting the girl. At least, not punitively. Not like this. It had been necessary. But not enjoyable. Now that she had painful evidence the man wasn’t bluffing, would her training be any easier? The scope and spec slithered free. Adam carried her back into the chill of night, along the cabin’s rear wall and back in through the kitchen.

They returned to his bed, he behind her, a heavy arm hung over her waspish waist. A down comforter covered them. A starry stillness covered the comforter. “you will not run away,” he told her. Maybe she was conscious enough to understand. If she wasn’t, he would repeat the words by the light of day. He would repeat them often if necessary.

He liked the small smoothness of her body. His cock liked her, too. The organ hardened to half-mast against the back of her thigh. A second time that night, Adam tried to sleep.

He never mentioned that the perimeter had not been dialed to its highest setting.

 

[HornyPussycat21]

Fawn eyes opened a bit once she felt like she was back in a bed. She was still cold from being outside, her head was still spinning like crazy, and her pussy was throbbing in pain. Slowly, carefully Fawn turned over in the bed and face the man that had bought her, marked her, raped her, then saved her. She pressed her hard against his chest, her legs pressed to his. She wanted ever part of her cold body to touch him so she could warm up faster.

She closed her eyes again, for the third time and finally let, a much needed rest in. Her head was filled with Adam ordering her around, hitting her if she disobayed, then getting fuck, over and over, all over the house... amd she liked in. She was even begging to be fucked again. Fawn tossed and turned all night long.

 

[brunoone]

He parked the girl on a carpet sample -- a rectangle about the size of a welcome mat -- just to the right of his chair at the head of the maple dining table. Kneeling there in a slash of sunlight, she took breakfast from his fingers. Scrambled eggs, bits of link sausage, cubes of melon -- restorative, high protein, vitamin-rich foods. After every few bites, his large hand on the nape of her neck, Adam guided her to kiss his cock. The huge black organ, bared by the open folds of his robe, often rose with a lazy flex to meet the girl's lips.

"Today will not be like yesterday, bitch," he said. it felt like a charitable prediction more than an authoritative statement of fact. "Today, you will stay close. Staying close will keep you safe." He laid a morsel of honeydew on her tongue.

 

[HornyPussycat21]

Fawn kept her eyes on him as he fed her breakfast from his fingers. Everytime he would pull her down to his cock she would brea the connection to look down. She would lightly kiss the head before she was allowed to pull back and away. "Why must I stay by your side? I mean I know tha I can't leave your property or I get zapped so I wont run away." She sad before he place the melon on her tongue. She closed her mouth and ate in slowly, savoring the sweet juices of the melon as she did.

She leaned down without him helping and kissed the head on his cock again, but this time when she pulled back she let her tongue run over the tip gently, silently wishing he'd run the melon peirce over his cock again like he did yesterday. She looked back up at him and opened her mouth for more food.

 

[brunoone]

Nearness & Training

The cabin’s invisible perimeter was not his plan “A” for training the girl. It was, rather, Adam’s insurance against the loss of valuable property. Yet he couldn’t deny its effect on her. Here she was, kneeling, licking his cock between bites of food. At first, his hand had coached her in a rhythmic respect of his dick, but now she dragged a demure tongue upward over his piss slit of her own accord. Her submission – the moist velvet of her tongue, the girl’s attentive eye contact – seemed more authentic. The defiant steel had faded from her spine. her question sprang more from genuine curiosity and less from an earlier willfulness that kept one hopeful eye on an escape route.

“Staying near me,” he explained in patient, paternal tones, “isn’t about latitude and longitude. It’s a new attitude of the heart. At first, yes, we might measure it in feet and inches. But over time, the signs of nearness are your obedience, my protective provision.” Adam smiled as her lips and tongue worked to receive another bite of eggs from his fingertips.

He wiped his hand on an ironed napkin, then stood, guiding her to her feet by an elbow. “I didn’t intend for you to find the perimeter. That wasn’t what I wanted.” He wrapped her wrist in dark brown fingers and led her down the narrow hallway toward his bedroom. They sat on the mattress edge – she in her tunic; he in a robe as dark as his desires. Adam opened a drawer in the nearest nightstand. “I have other plans for training you.” He fished out a dildo, neither as long nor as thick as his own cock.

she’d earlier claimed to be a virgin. But that meant different things to different women. The “everything but” virgins reserved tab-a-slot-b vaginal intercourse as if it were the gold standard of sex, the last beachhead of surrender. He had no real way to gauge her experience. “you know what this is?” He brandished it, as a gunslinger might suggest prowess with the artful spin of a Colt .45. “This is a better way to train you.” He patted his lap, then put a hand on her shoulder. “Bend over. I’ll show you.”

 

[HornyPussycat21]

Fawn watched him as she she finished her breakfast, she gave his cock one finally kiss then lick before she was pulled up by her elbow. Alot gentler then she though he would pulled her up. "It isn't your fault, sir. You warned me about the perimeter and I ignore that warning. That was my own stupid mistake." She said gently, her voice blank and emotionless. She still felt tired from the shock she had resived yesterday, really wanting to just crawl back in the bed and go to sleep. Even if that ment Adam would be sleeping behind her, holding her.

He grabbed her wrist and started to take her to his room, he didn't have to work hard to get her there. She easily followed him. Sitting on his bed next to him as he sat. Fawn folded her hand down in her lap and looked up at Adam's face. She stayed quiet and watched as he reached into the dresser beside him and pulled out, what she instantly reliezed was a dildo.

No matter how are she tried she couldn't stop the light pink blush that quickly covered her face. "Sir, how will that train me better?" She asked, voice a tad bit shaky as she stood up off the bed. She had to admit though she like the dildo way more then his cock.

Slowly Fawn turned around, placing her hands on her knees as she bent over for him. Her tunic rose up high, shoing off her ass and her bare pussy. "Now what shall I do sir?"

 

[brunoone]

The girl bent over his lap as a child might for an old-school spanking. His hand spread and slid smoothly across her left lats, the back’s broadest muscle. her body was tone as only youth could render it. Adam’s splayed fingers were dark stripes against her exposed flesh. He felt her from between her kidneys downward. Downward, into the small of her back. Downward, over the rise of asscheeks. He simply felt her, with no other agenda. His skin – its temperature, its texture, its color – moving against hers. her body curved, his hand curved with it. Lightly, shallowly, the tips of his fingers grazed the cleft of her bottom. But for a long while, he probed her no deeper than a glancing pass. Soon he would graduate to harsher use of her body, but for now he enjoyed merely touching her. Indeed, his satisfaction was easy to measure by the upward press of cock against her belly. she looked over her left shoulder. “Now what shall I do, sir?”

“Now – to the degree that it’s possible – you relax,” he told her. Then his fingers became somewhat more serious, tracing the seam of her bottom with greater determination, greater depth. He was not hurried, exploring the same human real estate, over and over. After several repeated strokes, his thumbprint eclipsed the winking asterisk of her pucker. He pressed at it with enough force to convey warmth, but not with enough to enter her.

“My fingers, the dildo, a collection of other… aids…” he began, “will train your body to do… well, things no one has before invited it to do.” Adam’s words were as deliberate as his movements. He watched her, felt her for body language clues that might give him a clearer sense of her. He still wasn’t sure whether the girl had turned some corner on surrender’s journey, or if she was still biding her time through clenched teeth. Hatred? Tolerance? Resignation? Honest submission?

Adam grunted faintly. The force of his thumb increased until it demanded entry. By slow micrometers, the digit was disappearing, force-fed into her ass. Without lube, his dry flesh adhered to hers, warming them both with friction’s localized heat. “Easy,” he coached. Not the first time he’d said that word to her as a prompt for obedience without panic.

 

[HornyPussycat21]

Fawn shivered under his touch as he moved his hand over her body. Only to jump when his thumb touched her small pucker hole. She closed her eyes a bit as she slowly spread her legs, hoping that, that would distract him from pushing his thumb into my ass. "Ohh please stop it. It's to tight, nothing will ever fit in there." She said softly, but even as she did she couldn't help her body from getting turned on. Her pussy slowly started to get damp as he pushed harder on the her tight little ring.

She couldn't believe she was really getting turned on like this, having some man push his thumb into her. It hurt as he spread her, but it also really turned her on. "Sir, you need to stop. Please your hurting me." She said softly as she moved her head to look at him, from the corner of her eyes. Suddenly he pushed harder, making Fawn arch her back a bit. His thumb started to spread her a bit as he moved his finger. "Oh god!" She said as she closed her eyes. Fawn had to bite her lip so she didn't ask him to push more into her pucker hole.

She was acually enjoying this, enjoying having him inside her. She put her hands down on the floor and put her head down, making her hair fall down in her face. "More." She moaned with out reliezing it.

 

[brunoone]

“you see,” he said, “that fits.” But whether Adam’s thumb did, in fact, fit was a matter of debate. her anus wrapped it as a knife wound wraps a blade. “Have you ever had anything up your ass before, fawn?” A press first to the nail bed, then to the broader knuckle. Adam thought he knew the answer to his question. The thumb wiggled inside her. Somewhat miraculously, she wriggled back. A moist sheen where the lips of her pussy met caught the morning sun like a prism further announced her growing eagerness. For all her talk, his fingering her ass was actually exciting the girl – even more, he thought, than her first cunt fuck. Finally her lust betrayed her with a single word: “More.”

Adam smiled by narrowing his eyes. “Ah.” A shade of victory in the syllable. He had discovered something she liked, something to which she genuinely responded. No time for gloating, but for exploration. His thumb eased out of her. He replaced it with a longer index finger, reaching back into the warm embrace of her rectum. It reached further than the thumb, of course, rubbing at the muscular walls. A second fingertip touched the rim of her asshole. A new pressure ensues. Two fingers simultaneously? That would double the demand of width.

An underachiever might ask himself Can she take a second finger? But a man of greater vision and darker ambition might instead ask How many can she take before she tears?

 

[HornyPussycat21]

"N-no sir. Your thumbs the first thingsthat's ever been in there." Fawn said, her voice a tad bit shaky as he pushed his thumb deeper. Fawn opened her eyes and looked down at the floor as she squirmed. Suddenly he pulled his thumb out of her ass, making her whimpered in protects, but a moment before she could complain he pushed a differnt finger in, a longer finger. A loud moan escaped her mouth as she pushed her ass up. "Oh my," She said softly.

She felt something else press against her ass, next to his first finger. Her eyes widened in fear as se thought of her ass being spread wider, the pain it would bring to have two of his fingers inside her. But it also made her pussy become wetter. I must be sick Se thought herself as she turned her head to look up at him. "Sir, you can't put another in me. It wont fit. Your already stretching me with one finger." She said softly, hopping he would listen to her and just leave one finger in.

 

[brunoone]

Not one but two

Adam wasn't content with mere insertion. The finger fucked her. At the depth of its in-stroke, his thumb bumped against the ruffled lips of her cunt. Despite some token verbal objections, his new bitch was nevertheless growing slicker by the thrust. If she was telling the truth about her own anal naïveté, perhaps fawn's arousal surprised them both.

When his inserted digit paused, the intent of its nearest brother grew clearer. The pressure from his middle finger increased. He was indeed stretching her with no more lube than the thumb had first employed. Even if she wanted to obey (and little about the last two days convinced him that would be the case), Adam laid the brace of a heavy black forearm over her ribs, anticipating an instinctive resistance. Rocking his wrist back and forth in a short arc, Adam ground the second fingertip past her untested sphincter. He was demanding a fiery new diameter of the girl.

The pain did not sizzle like the thousand thousand pinpricks of electricity she had encountered in the forest. Perhaps the two sensations were incomparable in their difference. But it nevertheless made her squirm with dirty discomfort. The fingers wriggled deeper, two knuckles jostling impolitely for entry...

 

[HornyPussycat21]

Fawn whimpered loud as another finger was forced inside of her tiny hole. She quickly moved moved her hands to his thighs. She didn't mean to, she just ment to rest her hands there, but instead her nail dug into his skin. She want to say she was sorry, but still only more whimpers came out of her mouth. She wanted to move off his lap, to get his big dark fingers out of one of her most private parts. Fawn wiggled a bit on his lap as his fingers moved inside her. "Oh fuck!" She said.

It felt like her head was spinning with pain and a odd, growing pleasure. This was turning her on. A man forcing his fingers inside of her, acting like he didn't give a damn if it was bring her pain, making her whimper, tears fill her eyes. "Sir, please ....remove them." She forced out asher breath became loud pants, that filled the room. She moved herself back on his lap on accident and his thumb bumped against her pussy. She gasped a bit as an electric shock ran over her. It wasn't like last night, like pain shooting through out her body. No, this was nothing but a pleasureable shock, ad shewanted to feel it again.

 

[brunoone]

The response of her own body surprised -- perhaps even betrayed -- the girl. But Adam was more experienced. He had often before taken women to the confusing crossroads of pain and pleasure. Some women, he found, traveled there quickly, willingly. Others went reluctantly, but still of their own accord. Still others had to be trained. As his fingers thrust with more energy into his bitch's virgin asshole, they were both beginning to discover where on the spectrum of agony's ecstasy Fawn might lie.

The shoves of his first two fingers deepened, became regular and rhythmic. So, too, the crash of other fingers against her pussy. It became more difficult to distinguish the demanding stretch of her sphincter from the pleasurable touch of her cunt.

Adam's eyes narrowed when the girl dug surprised nails into his legs, but he didn't stop fingering her ass. His left hand remained on her back, sometimes bracing her high between her shoulders, other times almost tenderly massaging her neck. His mellifluous baritone remained cool, perhaps tender. "That's it," he urged, "take them deep, bitch. Let them stretch you."

After perhaps two full minutes of friction, the fingers rested at full depth inside her rectum. her breathing was the room's loudest sound. He liked the way she breathed, felt a confused panic in the rise and fall of her ribs. "Good girl," he said. As a pair, his ring finger and pinky squished between her pussy's slick, hairless folds. Two fingers in each hole. He smiled. And the thrusts began anew -- now enlisting all but the thumb that had started it all.

 

[HornyPussycat21]

Fawn shook her head a bit, trying to clear it as his fingers kept hitting her pussy lips. "Please, stop." She said as his fingers moved even deeper inside her. "Aah, to deep! There to deep!" She said with a shiver. Suddenly, without warning his fingers stopped. She opeed her eyes, thinking that he was done with her.

Before she could move off his lap his ring and pinky finger pushed into her pussy. "Oh my god!" She cried out as his fingers started to thrust in and out of her ass and cunt. A whole new sensation filled her body then. Making her want to spread her legs wider for his fingers, so he could move his fingers deeper.

Her eyes closed again as her nail dug a bit deeper. "Your... your... making me feel funny." She said quickly as her pussy started to tingle with a fimilar pleasure. The same disgusting pleasure she was feeling last night, when his cock was burried inside her. This was different though, this felt even better. Like her whole body was being filled.

Slowly her loud pants became moans.

 

[brunoone]

Over the Edge

The words were harsh. Shouldn’t they have been angrily spoken? But Adam’s voice was as strangely tender as it had been much of her time in the cabin. “These holes… these are mine to play with, bitch.” Was “bitch” meant to be his endearing pet name for her?

He felt the rising tension in her muscles, the change in her breathing, the sweat on her skin. she opened her legs wider with a need he’d observed in other women. The girl was close to orgasm. It was a sensation Adam had orchestrated. “That’s it, girl, let your body need it.” Again, his voice was soothing, more invitation than demand.

Complicating their thrusts, the fingers in her cunt swabbed back and forth across her pussy’s nerve-rich forward wall. His left hand played at shorthairs on the back of her neck, igniting her spines with chills. Electric charges, originating in different parts of her body, were on course for an orgasmic collision.

Adam was not merely older than fawn; he was sexually adept. And if his fingers were this expert – digits in one hole feeling through a membrane for digits in another – how capable might she find the rest of him? Ultimately, he would teach her that being sexy was not a matter of practiced appendages. It was, instead, a mind, freed from taboo, devoted to inventive exploration.

His dick was like an oversized splint pushing up against her ribs. He, too, was taking obvious pleasure in the moment. The wave was inching higher, threatening to crest at any moment. “It’s time to cum for me, fawn. Let your body obey me. After all, I own it.”

 

[HornyPussycat21]

Fawn tried hard to ignore his words, to ignore his fingers moving in and out of her, but it was impossble. Her body was to involved with this mans fingers to care abut if she wanted this to happen or not. There was also something about the way he called her a Bitch too. It didn't sound cruel or rude, it kind of sounded like he was trying to complement her.

"Yes Adam." She cried out as her body began to shake. It didn't take long after he order her to cum. She could feel something hard, something long pressed against her ribs. It only took her a moment to realize that was Adam's cock. That's what really pushed her over the egde. Her body tensed up against his. her eyes's rolled back in her head and she went limp for less then a second, then her body started to shake and squirm in top of his.

A loud scream of pleasure came out of her mouth as she came on his fingers, her pussy tightening around then, trying to keep them inside.