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Dinner and a blowJob
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Sep 27, 2011 7:16 am
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He arrived home, tired from a long day, and opened his door expecting his dogs to greet him in a rush as always, but they weren't there. His suspicions aroused, he suddenly detected the smell of food in the air. his senses on alert, he unholstered his 9mm and proceeded through the living room.
The he saw her...on her knees naked in the archway between the living room and the hall, wooden spoon in her hand, splatters of something that must be spaghetti sauce on her chest. She was obviously as surprised as he was that he was home already, and began apologizing profusely. " I know you only told me to feed the animals and maybe the clean the kitchen, but I wanted to go a bit further Master, please forgive me" it was then that he looked around and noticed the difference in his bachelor pad. He re-holstered the gun and relaxed a little.
She had swept, and mopped, and vacuumed it seemed and picked up laundry and moved things around to clear the floor of clutter. She had told him she was a house slave before, and he could see that training hadn't been wasted. He wanted to act grateful, but he thought it better to tease her and see how she reacted.
"What the hell? Did I tell you to touch my things?" His yell made her tremble, she had been fearing he would be displeased. She bowed her face to the floor and began to beg his forgiveness..."Please Master, I didn't move anything out, i only wanted to help, please forgive me, I only wanted to make your home more comfortable Master, for you...please don't be angry with me I am a stupid slut."....he listened to her ramble on for a while longer and then shut her up with a look. She sucked up the tears that had started to form and became silent, trembling, but back on her knees watching his reaction.
He walked past her into the kitchen and saw the oven was on, there was a pot of noodles cooking, and some sauce simmering on the stove. "Hmmm...she really wants to please me it seems"...he mused to himself as he took in the inventory of the refrigerator. The old stuff was gone, and the fridge was clean...he could smell the bleach as he opened the door. A bottle of cheap red wine was chilling as were two glasses in the freezer. His mouth began to water, and his stomach let him know it's opinion on the matter.
He looked into the backyard and saw that she had raked the dog yard, and the pups were contentedly snoozing under the tree in the summer afternoon...they hadn't even cared that he was home.....he whistled, and they came running, happy to see their Master...
He returned to the house and she was at the stove tending the dinner she had prepared. She screamed when he grabbed her by the hair and pushed her to the floor of the kitchen. "What is all this?" he growled at her...trying to pretend fury. She cried out in pain, and began to beg again for mercy. he silenced her with a squeeze to her nipple, and pushed her down to the floor again. He stirred the noodles himself, then decided to let her finish. "get up Slut, and finish what you were doing....I am going to go shower...."
He left her there, mumbling thanks and apologies to the floor, and headed into his bedroom to change, and saw that she had made the bed, and picked up the clothes off the floor and tidied up the room as well...he wasn't sure how to react to this..."Do I be angry, or grateful?" was his constant thought as he looked around....he couldn't see that anything was missing, just reorganized a bit, she was careful to leave things where he had left them at least. He stripped and grabbed a towel, and headed to the bathroom.
He stopped short in the doorway, the light was on, but he couldn't believe what he saw. The transformation of his bathroom was amazing. She had left it as it was, but the gleam of the tub hurt his eyes..."this must have taken her a while" he thought as all the grime and grease were barely visible...she had obviously spent some time on the toilet too and he was impressed at her dedication to it all.
He showered quickly, thinking there would probably be another one later...after dinner....
He opened the shower curtain, and there she was waiting with the towel in her hands, her eyes fearful and begging forgiveness, and the chance to put her hands on his body that she worshiped. "You may dry me now." was all he said, and she eagerly began to do just that, as he stood there dripping. He watched her work on his legs first, drying every toe and foot carefully. She worked her way up is legs, rubbing gently. when she got to his cock, she put the towel around his ass and back and took his cock into her mouth, and began loving it as she dried his ass and used a corner of the towel to pat his balls dry.
"Enough" he commanded, pushing her away, and taking the towel himself to finish.."You're too slow". She knelt in humiliation at having failed yet again at pleasing her Master, and waited for his next move.
" I smell food, is everything ready?" She looked up at him, hope in her eyes, and said, "Yes Master, where would you like your dinner served?"
"In bed, thank you, you may feed me", and he stepped past her to the bedroom to wait.
She rushed to the kitchen and got his plate ready. Spaghetti with her own homemade sauce, a pepper salad with green, yellow, red and orange bell peppers tossed with olive oil and basil, oregano, dill and cilantro and garlic bread. She brought it into the bedroom where he was looking at his computer. She knelt by the bed, plate in one hand, ice cold mountain dew in the other, and waited for him to acknowledge her. The plate was hot and burning her hand, but she didn't dare say a word.
He finished with the computer, and then leaned back and accepted the plate. "You've done well, now go get your food and come eat with me." he said. She headed for the kitchen, and he called after her..."bring the olive oil and the wine with you"....
they ate in silence, she finished first, and knelt at his knee, waiting for instruction, or reward....
He finished his meal, and handed her the plate. She took it to the kitchen and returned to his side...
"Now my pet, Master wants a blow job...where's the oil at?" he laid back on the bed, ready to enjoy what she had to offer.
"Yes Master"...she got the olive oil, poured some in her hand and began rubbing it in as she stroked his cock. She let it trickle downwards, following it with her tongue...over his balls, making everything slippery
flickering her tongue in and out of his ass, rubbing it in...keeping her hand on his cock, she went in for the deep push with her tongue...poking it in and out...feeling his muscles react to the sensations.
She slid her tongue coated in oil up and down his shaft and continued alternating between her hand and her mouth on his cock, balls and asshole....he was starting to twitch already. She began getting busy on his cock, and sliding a moist finger just barely teasing his ass...She cupped his balls with three fingers and began rolling his balls around, as her mouth deep throated him...he could feel the back of her throat tighten on him like the wall of her pussy...which he knew was soaking wet by now.
It all smelled like heaven, like a warm day in Italy...He began sweating even though the AC was on, and the mixture of his cologne and the olive oil and her perfume were driving him mad with desire. he grabbed her hair, and held it tight in your fist...His balls began to twitch....he was ready to cum....
She slipped that finger a little farther into his asshole, and began to press down while sucking and teasing the underside of his cock with her tongue keeping suction all the while...
her other hand was fondling his balls now...spreading the wetness all over...the oil and the sweat...its was slicker than her pussy....
He had both hands covering her head now...fingers wrapped in her slightly damp hair guiding her...driving her....controlling....her....
She looked up at him, her eyes glistening...questioning him....
"cum my Master" she says with that look and he knows what that means...total surrender...submission...with that look she says, "...i am yours....fuck my face...take your sweet little slave as you will.....Please Master...take me..."
She slows her pace...He squeezes her head...wanting her to go faster...but still she slows down, begin taking long, slow deliberate sucks on her Master's cock..He feels his legs begin to shake...his whole body trembles....
his whole body is tense now...
She looks deeply into his eyes as she slows down even more...teasing the head of his cock with her lips, her tongue and her teeth...
then sliding sideways down his shaft...slower and slower still...keeping suction, but now back to teasing mode to torture him further...
She still has that finger moving ever so slightly in his ass...pressing gently but firmly
ticking the peach fuzz on his balls, tracing it with her fingertip...pausing to occasionally blow with cool breath over all of his throbbing maleness watching it quiver with anticipation.....
and then back down she goes...slowly...deeply...taking all of him in....looking up him you with her smokey eyes...grey now from arousal, and begin going faster again...faster....he began to twitch again...
He began to moan, bucking his hips to meet her every move....His fingers tightening in her hair...urging her faster and faster as He felt His balls tightening and throbbing...ready to release
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defining poly for myself and why i dont like it
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Sep 20, 2011 10:05 pm
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as stated in my profile...i am not into poly....
what i want is my One He will only need me to keep his interest and not be talking to other females while telling me how beautiful i am. too much to ask? maybe
i have been hurt soo much by my experiences with poly.....experiments maybe...i tried it.....left bitter and hurt...all 5 times i attempted it....reallife more so than online
have been the "primary" and opened my heart and shared the Man in my life..realized very quickly that i had merely opened the door to be replaced....
same with the second attempt..a supposed "one-timeplay partner...suddenly became a roommate...and then...well...i really dont consider that a "poly" because it wasnt consensual
tried it as the Secondary...with more open eyes...accepting my place and doing my best to respect the primary female...who despite her encouragement...was secretly seething and jealous...left that relationship because i didnt ever intend to destroy what was already in place.
tried it yet again....almost lost a very dear friend...lost One i thought was perfect for me.....actually bowed out as Primary because the connection between them was undeniable...and i wish them well...
another instance...accepted my place as Secondary...yet again...because i could provide something the Primary couldnt...physically...but she got all the trips and vacations and i wasnt even allowed to be acknowledged publicly...felt like a booty call....*sighs*
and while i have seen poly work and it is beautiful...alot of work for all involved...it isnt for me...i amnot the Other Woman..
if i find someone that catches my interest...one of the first things i need to know...is there another woman in Your life? because if You are talking to me and whispering sweet words inmy ears...all i can think about is how i would feel if she were me...sleeping in another room or sitting at her computer somewhere else...hanging onto Your every word...while You are talking to me
please ...i have a hard time Respecting a man that would treat a woman like that...even a slave that has given her submission to You...if she isnt aware of me...this isnt going to work..
for that matter..if You already have a girl....why are you even talking to me?
ok..done with that rant for now...
if anyone reads this and understands...let me know please?
~golden~
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Today's adventure
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Aug 11, 2011 2:18 pm
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I was out at the shooting range with my lover today and He decided to have a heart attack on me. Thankfully 15 Years in Health Care hasnt been wasted.
I needed to write about what happened because it affected me so. I cant tell You how many times i have used CPR and sometimes it has succeded, and other times it has not.
I have never had to do CPR on someone i love and am emotionally attached to before. And now i know and understand the difference.
That first moment of shock and fear when i realized He was in trouble still echoes through my mind. The look on his face...completely devoid of color...His eyes blankly staring back at me....
He and i had made love.....no...i take that back...We fucked like wild animals....and i suppose every secret lover or "mistress" has that fear...its like in the movies...meeting Your married lover for a tryst and He fucking dies on You...(explain that one to the authorities and the respective spouses) *laughs*
So he got dizzy and i looked at Him and the alarms started blaring in my head...Cold pale and sweating suddenly although it was pushing 80 degrees in that shooting shed. i sat Him in a chair and handed Him some cold water...He laid down on the floor and was panting...He calmed a bit and laid still for a moment and the color seemed to come back a little....so I helped Him up to stand and He looked at me and said..."I love You" and then he fell backwards, hitting His head on one of the shooting benches as he collapsed.
You know how people that have been in situations say, "Time seemed to slow down...i felt like i was made of rubber and trying to move through caramel." I have been an EMT for many years....and i never felt that on any of my runs...i was always prepared when going out on a call. Today though...i felt that...looking back on it as it runs an endless loop in my head still now almost 3 hrs later, i know i moved fast...i tried to call 911 after i got Him back and the time stamp on my phone was 1102 am PST.
The superhuman strength that You have in these situations was there too...He is a big muscular man...weighs about 240. I managed to drag him by His ankles and get Him where i could work on Him...I slapped His face and did a quick Sternal Thump...no response...i went immediately into the new CPR guidlines by the American Heart Association.....They say nowadays to do compressions first...i forgot exactly how many i did...maybe 20 or 30 really fast deep chest compressions and when i went to tilt His chin up to do breathing...He spasmed and my finger slipped off His chin into His mouth...in that millisecond He clamped down on my right index finger and crunched my nail and drew blood. really the least of my worries...as i saw His eyes come back to me...i slapped His face hard and He drew in a breath.
Parents say that hearing that first breath your baby takes at birth is the sweetest sound. Having delivered 2 children myself i have to agree...but today...hearing His first breath...was the sweetest sound i could have heard.
i know He was dead....after He fell...His bowels and bladder released....in that span of maybe 2 or 3 minutes...which seemed like an eternity to me of course..i was kneeling beside a dead man.
When i finally managed to get Him sat up and soaked a towel in bottled water...and hugged him as i checked His vitals as best i could without any equipment, He looked at me...His eyes still glassy...and asked me what Happened. I told Him..."You just had a heart attack i believe my Love and You died on me." He was shocked...He had no memory of anything after we had fucked.
I managed to get everything loaded and helped him into His pickup...i of course drove the 45 minutes back into town...he was quiet and shaking in the passenger seat...He was still very clammy even though the AC was going...i felt His pulse as thready and weak...i needed Him to reassure me that even though He felt fine now that He would go see a doctor...He wouldnt agree at first...kept telling me He was fine...and how sorry He was for ruining my day...i cried and said You wont ruin my day unless you dont go to the doctor immediately. I even grabbed His cell phone and threatened to call His wife myself if He wouldnt agree.
He relented, and i followed Him to his house...He wanted to change and clean up the bowel and bladder mess before His wife saw him...and His shirt was covered in my blood from my finger...i sat down at the bottom of the hill in my pickup and watched until i saw His wife's car arrive and leave with Him a moment later. He called me before she got there and told me He loved me and would text me after He got back...that she was for sure on her way....i wouldnt leave until i knew He was on His way to get medical attention.
i am home now...and still shaking....i will never in my life forget the way His face looked when he was dead.............
now i wait...watching my phone and praying to All the Powers that are...please keep Him safe for me...and bring Him back to me again
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Submission from a Dominant's point of view ((A good read))
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May 29, 2011 1:11 pm
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Submission: From a Dominant's Point of View
What is a Submissive?
By Norische
The basics of submission is a subject that has been explored for quite some time, and no matter how much contemplation one does, there is simply no way to define the exact nature of submission or the true nature of a submissive. The reason of this that each submissive is different and hence the definition of a submissive changes as the role they fill changes. Just as each submissive is different, each Dominant is different as well, and hence their view of what a submissive is, is different.
A Submissive Is Less Than Human
This is an older point of view, but oddly enough it is still present today. In the past slaves/subs were viewed as a piece of property, with less actual value than a horse or even cattle. It was not believed that one need educate a slave/sub, or attempt to train or even improve him or her simply because they did not have the capacity to learn. This line of thought lead to quite a bit of abuse and eventually individuals began to understand the basic flaw in this hypothesis. If your slave/sub is so worthless, then why lower yourself to own a worthless piece of property. What does this point of view honestly say about the owner?
A Submissive Is A Precious Jewel
This is a more recent hypothesis, but again it does have flaws. Some Dominants want a slave/sub to play with, to spoil and to show off, but this is not a slave/sub this is a showpiece. Yes the value of a good slave/sub cannot be measured in dollars and cents but it doesn't mean one must spoil a slave/sub or treat them as if they are playthings to be pampered. A slave/sub is definitely something to be treasured, but try and maintain a logical point of view and treat them with respect. do not attempt to buy their affection, obedience or respect. Those are things that have no price, and cannot be bought.
A Submissive Is A Mate
There are many Dominant/sub couples out there that are not only a couple as far as the BDSM realm is concerned but they are a couple outside this realm. This does have its good points, like that whole death do us part thing, but it also has its draw backs. I have known several married couples that try a BDSM relationship, I have found that those whom are married for quite a while prior to their interest with BDSM seem to have control issues. By this I mean that they have been equals for so long that sometimes the submissive feels as if he or she is playacting and that it isn't real, if you have known someone a long time as an equal it is very hard to see them as something other than that. Now for those individual that get into BDSM from the start and decide to take their unity to another level, these relationships seem to work out quite well…this is not saying that they are all made in heaven, but at least when they start out in the dungeon they are half way there already.
A Submissive Is A Sex Toy
This is a very limiting view of a submissive. Sure there are those that a sexually exciting, and can blow one's mind in bed (among other things) pardon the pun. Realistically however, how many individuals out there are used for sex and nothing more. That isn't a slave/sub that is a hooker, or a gigolo. Within a BDSM relationship there may or may not be sex involved, but to say the least there is always a hint of sensuality within the relationship. The control itself is very gratifying, and can very well be considered sexual in nature.
A Submissive Is a Whipping Post
Some individuals enjoy the S & M side of the lifestyle so much that this is the area of main focus. While again this is very limiting as far as functionality goes, there are many that feel a slave/sub is something to be used and set aside until it is needed again later. To me this is a part time relationship; there are so many things that can be done beyond the physical realm of sadomasochism. I must admit I am a sadistic bitch, and I have had a pain puppy in the past. it was wonderful, I had so much fun because the more demented I got the better he loved it. To be honest though the S & M portion of our relationship was rather minute in comparison to the rest. To limit someone to simply take a beating and discarding them is to waste so much potential.
Each of these ideals is unique, and each has it's positive and negative connotations. None of them are more or less appropriate than any of the other point of view; for each individual the situation is unique. If a slave needs to humiliation and degradation then for their owner to do so would be appropriate. If a slave needs bondage or pain and wants nothing more then that type of relationship would be appropriate. Do not judge one point of view over another; judge only what is right or wrong for you. If you desire one thing from a relationship do not allow someone to tell you that what you desire is wrong or incorrect. Follow your heart and you will find your tranquility.
Now that I have discussed the different point of views that I have experienced, I feel it is only appropriate that I should discuss my own hypothesis. Please take into consideration that this is only my point of view and it is where my heart lies, this does not mean that my way or my thoughts are right for anyone but me, so do not consider my words as a judgment of anyone else.
A Submissive Is A Tool
A slave/sub is a tool to be used and appreciated; to be allowed to do the job that he or she was created for and to be respected. Any craftsman will tell you that to do the job right you must use the right tool, I feel this is very true when it comes to slave/subs as well. To use a domestic as a pain toy is kind of like using a hammer to pound in screws, it may work for you at the time but in the end it will be a problem. To keep a slave content you must allow him or her to do the job that they were designed to do. Some slave/subs do not like pain, others crave pain and hate doing housework, and others still don't mind housework but would prefer to be kneeling at your feet holding on to every word you say. Most slaves/subs are somewhat flexible, kind of like finishing nails and dry wall nails they can both hold two boards together but which one will do the job better. Using the right individual for the right job will make both Owner and owned happier and more fulfilled.
Hints On How To Use A Tool Properly
1.Do not forget about your tools, when you finish with them, put them back where they belong, and if they are dirty, clean them before you put them up.
2.Don't loan your tools out to someone that doesn't know how to use them properly, accidents happen and normally it is because of inexperience, and carelessness.
3.Keep your tools in good condition and they will last a lot longer.
4.Never compare one tool to another, tools are unique on their own, judge them for the qualities they have not for the ones they lack.
5.Just because a tool is shiny and new does not make it better than the old one you already have. A new hammer can be exciting but it will never fit your hand the way your old buddy in the toolbox does.
6.Spending a lot of money to get the tool doesn't mean it is better or worse than the one you bought at a garage sale for a buck, money doesn't make a tool's worth, it is how well it can do the job.
7.Tools are meant to be used, if they set in the drawer for too long they can rust, then you have nothing but a really ugly paper weight.
8.Use each tool for in the manner it was designed. Using a putty knife to scrape the burnt cheese from the bottom of your stove may work once but it isn't what it was designed for. The same goes for using a screwdriver to chip away at the ice in your freezer, it may be a new twist on the how the tool can be useful but respect the tool and use it for the purpose it is most comfortable with.
9.Never abuse your tools, when you are angry keep away from your tools. Don't pick up a hammer and hit the wall, yes it is the purpose that the tool was designed for but you may create a "hole" new problem that wasn't present prior to your little outburst.
These are lessons that my father taught me about how to treat my tools, little did he know that I took his words of wisdom to heart in such a unique manner. A slave is a treasure, to be used, cared for and appreciated. If you treat them well, you will find they reward you with loyalty, respect, and obedience. Never take them for granted and always tell them that you appreciate them, more slaves are lost to the lack of communication than anything else.
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slave girl Credo (being a submissive, and what it means to me)
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May 5, 2011 8:15 pm
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((note i did not steal this, i used to be nezzibell, before i accepted Master Wolf's collar. i am moving all my blogs over to here before i delete the account..i am no longer owned by Master Wolf, so again i move my blog and start again))
Slave Girl Credo
I am going on what I was taught. I learned from a very young age,
raised mostly by my Grandparents, that the world is a "Man's World", and
the woman's place is in the home, doing everything she could think of
to make her man (Lord and Master) happy and comfortable, no matter the
personal sacrifice.
I grew up admiring their happiness. I developed
very early my
ingrained desire to please others. It wasn't until my teenage years
that I discovered sex, and BDSM. My goal of pleasing finally had an
outlet that gave me pleasure back.
I was given as a birthday present to the man who
would become my 1st true Master
and trainer. He had me sign a six month contract, in which I would
live as His house slave, and he would provide for me food, shelter, and
training. I ended up renewing the contract 3 times.
He had me write this the first week I lived there, and I have revised it a little over the years....
I do what feels good, and right.
As a submissive, I seek to be Dominated....In All aspects of life.
Domination (to me) means giving up control of my body, mind, desire and will.
Domination can either be temporary or permanent as the situation requires.
I can adapt to my Master's needs and desires as they evolve.
I need to let go whenever the opportunity presents itself.
I honestly do not care who knows I am being Dominated.
There is a time and a place, and Master will decide that for U/s.
Whenever
I can, I should be on my knees, and my head should never be above my
Master's. I am not supposed to look up at Master unless he wants me to.
I will always address Him as "Master" or "Sir".
I love to be
tied up. I love to sleep with at least a loop around one ankle so
Master can always have control over me even as he rests.
I will wear a symbol of His Domination on my body.
I love to be beaten and spanked when I am
bad, and even more so when I have been good and pleased Master.
I need to be comforted after a whipping session.
My favorite comfort and reward is an orgasm.
I need You to make me do things I wouldn't normally do, I crave humiliation.
I love to serve...please let me sit at your feet as you watch T.V., let me be your footstool.
Let me be your pet, I crave affection, and I am happiest when I am close to You.
I
love sex, and pleasing Master is my main objective. I receive pleasure
from His presence alone, and the mere thought of Him is enough to make
me wet. When He grabs my hair and pushes me to the floor or bed, my
stomach starts flipping in excitement.
I love to be called slut, and dirty whore by Master, and enjoy Him making me really feel that way.
I love it when He me, and find myself begging for more.
I am a pain slut,
Whip me hard, I can take it, and ask for more.
All I ask is to serve You, and be cared for.
Yours,
little one
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Part One The Story
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May 5, 2011 8:13 pm
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America 2111
The "Big One" has not yet fallen and WW-III has not happened despite all the "doomsayers" predictions and even Nostradamus has been proven wrong. The people of the world are divided, most countries have retreated from NATO and the UN and what countries that have survived are too busy dealing with their own internal issues to even offer aid to another country.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The Story ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Welcome to my world, this is the story of a not too distant future, and how i came to be.
America has become a primarily Military style Government, while not run by a "Dictatorship" (ala Pre WWII Nazi Germany) the Military-types have the majority of the Power. There are the Haves and the Have nots and clear lines of caste and social standing have emerged.
Very few women have power anymore, though the few that have earned any kind of status have done so through hard fought battles and sheer survival. The real power lies in the Men, primarily the soldiers. While merely "slaves" themselves to the "Powers that be", They are the Ones that really run things these days and truly hold Life and Death in their hands.
One Such Man has Himself served both the good and evil of this new world, and it is His story We shall hear first in my tale, for without Him, i would not be.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The Man ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
He was born and raised in the mountains of Idaho, a bright Young man with good morals and values instilled into Him by years of hard work and good parents. He enlisted in the Army straight out of High School, when the world still had hope. He excelled in all His training and rose quickly through the ranks. He decided to stay a Command Sergeant Major when he realized that to go any higher would force Him to drive a desk and take him away from the front lines. He preferred hands on with His men. Hard to respect a CSM with soft hands was one of His many closely held values. Then war broke out and he was shipped to a foreign land to fight a war nne believed in. He did His duty honorably and it was there, in the jungles that He learned about Real Death and Sacrificing for the "greater Good" when he was forced to call in an air strike against his own men pinned down outside enemy Headquarters. While this was His first time watching American Soldiers die horrible deaths, it would certainly not be His last as The world began to change rapidly. They sent Him home ribboned and decorated, and with a bitter taste in His mouth that wouldn't go away. He buried himself in His training, and became a Trainer of others. When Civil War broke out again in the United States, He again answered the call of Duty to His country and rose again to become a feared name within both the factions. Rumors were spread about Him, and He heard them all with a smirk. He let the underlings fear Him, and knew that even Those that held power over Him held a healthy respect for Him. As the civil war raged on and America was torn apart, so too was his heart. He watched it all happen and adapted as any good soldier would, Hardening His heart every day he watched the Death and Depravity continue. He was grateful that his parents had not had to live to see the "Amber Waves of Grain" burning to eliminate the stench from the mass graves, or the "Purple Mountains Majesty" being mined and hollowed to make bunkers that stored nuclear weapons and caches of Nerve Gas. He was grateful that he was an only child and didn't have a sister that would have likely been sent to the Cribs for breeding, or worse, been stripped and left to wander naked to survive or die.
He chuckled ruefully to Himself as he strode through the training camp He commanded today. All His Officers were hand picked by Him for their abilities in certain areas. He ran a very disciplined training center, and trainees were sent to Him regularly because His methods were unparalleled and He could take a wimp and make Him a Killer in just a few weeks time.
He was flagged down by His Quartermaster, an old HighSchool buddy named Jeff. They grew up together and occasionally comiserated together about what the fuck had happened to America late at night over contraband beers. Jeff approached and saluted properly and waited for Him to drop His hand first before speaking. "Sergeant Major, I wanted to inform You that the new trainees have arrived and are billeted in E Barracks. They have already been stripped and ran naked through the compound and are awaiting Your inspection. Also, the female You requested has been delivered to the room in the old mansion." Jeff saluted again, and waited for the nod from Him, then looked around to make sure no one else could hear and whispered, "Hey buddy, why her? she is tore up and scarred, there's better than that in the Cribs."
He looked at Jeff and tightened His jaw, and strode away without a word. His mind was racing and His heart started to pound as he thought about the girl. Jeff was right, there were more women out there He could have, but there was something about her that intrigued Him. He remembered the first time he laid eyes on her, she was in the back of a cattle truck being hauled off to the medical sorting camp, she had a faraway look in her eyes that he recognized. A look that said to Him that she was beyond caring what happened to her, she had already been through enough in her short life, and had lost everything. It startled him for the first time in years to see the pain and suffering in those tired blue eyes that matched his own. He made note of the load manifest and kept tabs on her. He knew there were few choices for one such as her, she had been surgically sterilized already and that at least kept her from the Breeding Cribs, so He decided to have her tested for intelligence and survival abilities. Why, he asked himself should i even care about a female like that, what use would she possibly be? she looked to soft and overweight to have any aptitude as a soldier, but one never knows the power of the human mind to change. He ordered her sent to the "purgatory". It was more of a prison than anything, ran by 3 large, angry bull-dykes known for their sadism and penchant for white meat. If the girl survived 2 weeks with them, she might be worth him spending more time with her, possibly making her into a soldier. Full grown men have died under the hands of the "Bitches of E Block", as they are known, so if this jaded and already seemingly broken girl can survive them, she must want to live.
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She cried as she knelt by the graves she had dug herself, her hands bleeding from the broken blisters that had popped, and were bleeding freely. Six mounds of fresh soil in front of her, the bodies of her parents, brother, husband and 2 children now covered with the dirt of what once was their home. The smoke from the smoldering farmhouse stinging her eyes, she looked back once again and surveyed the carnage left behind. She collapsed on the smaller grave of her son, and wailed and keened her grief letting the tears fall and mix with the blood streaming from her broken nose and busted lip. She didn't care that she was battered and bruised, she felt none of the pain she should have after what had just occurred.
She woke up several hours later, stiff and cold. Darkness had fallen, and she now felt the physical after effects of the attack. Easing up slowly off the cold ground, she shook off the fresh tears, and took inventory of her injuries. Her head pounded, and she guessed she had a concussion of some degree, most likely from being beaten repeatedly by the soldiers and seemed to remember a flash of a rifle stock heading towards her face. She reached up gingerly and touched her nose, and felt it. Adding that to her mental list she began to carefully move one body part after another assessing the damage. She guessed she had at least 2-3 cracked or broken ribs, her left pinky was broken, her nose as well, but she could walk and move albeit carefully. Her pussy and ass were on fire from the brutal gang , and she was bleeding there too, but she knew it would heal quicker than anything. She had been sterilized the previous year, so she didn't fear an unwanted pregnancy. She sent a silent prayer to her guardian Spirit for that. Standing up finally, and shivering, she felt her way across the familiar pasture to where the ashes of her home still gave off heat and a little light from the coals. She stood there naked and stared at the brick chimney still standing like a lone pillar amidst the devastation.
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Part Two The Story
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May 5, 2011 8:12 pm
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She knelt there on the floor in the cold room. No furniture at all, thankfully the floor was carpeted. She had been told to kneel and await her Master and He would decide her fate. She laughed inwardly at the term. Fate, she thought scornfully, Death would be better for me.
This was the “Cribs”. An old hotel converted into a whore house of sorts. Girls were brought here to the “Mama-San” and forced into sexual servitude. The soldiers came here to get laid and that's exactly what they got. If the girls got pregnant, they were taken to the “Nursery” to give birth and then sent back to the Cribs to breed again. The bastard children were then raised by the State, and trained to be soldiers as well.
The girl shook in fear as she was brought here from Purgatory. Anywhere was better than Purgatory. She was confused, but didn't dare speak to the young soldier who delivered her to the room without a word. She had been brought to the breeding Cribs, but she knew her file had her medical information in it. Why would I be sent here? She wondered. They have to know I cannot reproduce, what good am I going to do anyone here?
She heard boots in the hallway coming closer and snapped out of her reverie. She lifted her arms up from her sides, and crossed her wrists as she lowered her head and made the posture of submission. Part of her wanted to lay flat on the floor on her stomach to offer herself to this Man, her new Master, but another part of her gut and instinct said this was a better position.
She trained her eyes to the floor as she heard the door open, her heart was in her throat, choking her.
He paced around the room examining her body, naked except for the leather cuffs on her wrists and ankles, the symbols of a slave.
She braved a peek from under her arms and saw combat boots, large black boots that no doubt had seen much mud and blood. A bead of sweat ran down her back into the crack of her ass. She was shaking harder now when He moved suddenly and grabbed her wrists that she held out for Him. She gasped in surprise at the grip of hardened steel.
“Do you know why you have been brought to me girl?” His voice rang out like a shot ricocheting against the walls. She trembled and licked her lips and was afraid to answer. “No Sir, she whispered. He dropped her hands and slapped her across the face HARD. “Do NOT call me Sir girl, You will call me Master if I choose to let you live.” She fell over sideways from the force of the blow, and slowly picked herself back up and resumed her position, her cheek on fire and her eyes watering. “Yes Master”, she whispered again.
“Do You know who I am?” he asked as he moved behind her, watching her. She could feel his eyes gauging her every move. “Only that You are my Master now, I know nothing else” she spoke softly, barely audible to even her own ears which were ringing still. Suddenly she sensed movement behind her again and stiffened as she felt a blindfold covering her eyes and being tied tight behind her head. She felt her pussy getting wet and her nipples hardening as he paced in circles around her. She knew she was being judged and this Man held her life in His hands.
Her arms ached from being held up so long and she was trembling with fear and the cold of the room. He was fully dressed, and she was naked. She felt His big strong hands on her cheeks, his thumbs brushing the red mark from where he slapped her. “I own You girl, I brought you out of Purgatory so You can prove Your worth to me. Do You want to live girl, or die now?” His voice softened at the last 3 words, and for her, the silence was deafening. He waited for her to speak. “I would rather die than go back to the Purgatory Master” she whispered and fought hard to not burst into tears.
“Very Well.” He stood and she heard a snapping sound, and imagined it was him unsheathing His knife to cut her throat and end her misery. She was almost relieved when she felt His hand gripping her hair, and nearly lost control of her bladder. “This is it, I'm going to die now”, she thought to herself as she began to breathe faster, gulping in what she believed to be her last breaths. He pulled her hair harder, and she imagined him readying the knife to shove into her carotid artery. She opened her mouth thinking she should scream and beg for her life, and was shocked when she felt the warm soft flesh of His cock being stuffed into her mouth.
It took her a second to realize she wasn't going to be killed until she serviced his cock. She was no stranger to giving oral pleasure to Men, she had been and brutalized more times than she could count over the past several months. She began to work her tongue over the head, and ran it up and down the shaft. She was amazed at how large His cock was, and felt herself getting aroused imagining that cock filling her pussy. She shifted her knees a bit to get a better angle on it and take it deeper into her throat. She gagged and nearly vomited as he began to fuck her face. She fought to breathe and locked her lips over his cock, sucking furiously. She reached up a hand to grip around the base and rubbed her fingertip against the hard vein that pulsed on the underside as she worked on the head of his massive cock. Drool ran down her chin, but she didn't care. The wet, sloppy sucking noises echoed in the room. She heard Him beginning to breathe faster, and his grip on her hair tightened and he forced her face harder against Him.
Then, he roughly ripped her off his cock, “Enough!” He growled and shoved her to the floor roughly, pushing her face down onto the carpet. “Ass up to me” He commanded, and she scrambled to get her wits about her as she silently presented her ass high into the air to him, her chest and face pressed to the rough carpet.
She heard his clothes rustling behind her and she struggled to control her breathing and prepare for that huge cock, not knowing which of her holes he would choose first. She felt His hands on her hips, and was amazed at how hard they were, and yet so soft. He thrust a finger into her pussy and twisted it around for a moment, checking her tightness and wetness. “such a slut You are”, he said to her. “You got wet sucking my cock, didn't You?” “Yes Master” she replied. “Girl only wants to please her Master” she managed to say as her heart pounded and she could feel her pulse in her pussy.
He ran his hands over her ass and thighs, and slapped her rump. He began to laugh as he spread her ass cheeks wide and stared at her open cunt. “Your cunt is oozing already”, he told her. Her cheeks began to burn with shame as he examined her like a buyer would examine a car or a horse. Just a piece of meat, she reminded herself. That's all you are now girl, a fuck-toy.
Then He began to rub the head of his cock against her pussy...wetting it. She moaned softly despite herself and bit her lips. If this is my last day alive, I can at least enjoy it, she thought to herself, and mentally let go of her fear of Him and decided to relax into His control.
She whimpered when she felt his finger pressing into her asshole, she inhaled sharply through her nose, as he thrust a finger deeper into her ass as he pushed his cock into her pussy. She gasped again as His cock began stretching her open. He pushed into her pussy slowly at first, then paused to let her muscles relax and then shoved it in brutally till he hit the back wall and her cervix, causing her to groan. He held there for a moment, working his finger a little deeper into her tight asshole. Her body shook with pleasure she hadn't felt in a long time. She moaned softly and rubbed her cheek on the carpet as she gripped his cock tight with her pussy muscles. He began to thrust in and out of her pussy, his long shaft rubbing all the nerves in her deepest parts. He reached up and ripped the blindfold off her face and she dared look up at Him for the first time and burst into tears at what she saw.
Time stood still for them both and a silent memory was shared in that moment.
She was taken back 4 months in time, a hot afternoon, she was loaded into a cattle truck with old and aging people. The “useless”, bound to feed the Kilns, having been determined physically or mentally unsuitable to reproduce or serve as a soldier. She remembered the wailing and desperate cries surrounding her, but she had opted to grimly accept her fate, and stood at the rails of the truck bed and looked around. She remembered seeing Him that day. As the truck idled at the checkpoint and the load manifest was approved, she noticed the throngs of people making way for one man. All the soldiers stopped what they were doing as he approached, and saluted Him. He was the Command Sergeant Major. The girl took note of His bearing and his face that day, the beard he wore covered scars no doubt, she remembered thinking to herself. Then she caught his eye, and she saw the pain and sadness behind those icy blue eyes. She found herself staring at Him and he was looking right back at her, through her very soul. Their eyes locked for the briefest of moments, then the truck lurched and she was nearly knocked over into the lap of a weeping elderly woman. She never saw Him again until this very moment.
“Eyes Front!” He shouted, snapping her back to reality. Her mind was racing and her body was on fire. She looked back at the carpet under her and closed her eyes as He began to pound at her mercilessly. “Touch your clit for me girl” He urged as he slipped a second finger into her asshole and began fucking her pussy more slowly now and stretching her ass open. She was panting now and her body was on the edge screaming silently for release. “Do you like me playing with your shit-cunt girl?” He began to ease out of her pussy as he watched her reaching up beneath herself to finger her clit. Her ass burned and it hurt to have his fingers in there, but she wasn't going to cry out or beg him not to. She knew that would be futile, and only drive the sadist in him on further. She heard Him order her to touch her clit and she did so hesitantly, knowing it would make her come, and she was afraid to beg for orgasm. She wouldn't beg for her life, but she would beg for that.
She moved her finger in slow circles over her pussy, moaning loudly as her spine tingled with electricity. She began to buck against him as she felt him pulling out of her pussy. She whimpered and he slapped her ass. “Greedy little bitch aren't You?” He chuckled and gripped her hips and spun her around, grabbing her hair and pulling her face to His cock. “Suck my cock”, he ordered. “Taste yourself on me. I am Your Master, this is your test. Pleasure me and I may let You live another day.” She moaned as she took his cock deep into her mouth, sucking and licking greedily. She loved to taste herself. His cock was so hard and she sucked and bobbed her head up and down over it as he tangled his fingers in her hair. She prayed silently in the back of her mind that she was doing it right. She wanted to live again. If living meant that she could have this Man's cock in her holes, she was willing to do anything to have more of it.
He shoved her away again, she heard Him panting as hard as she was as she caught her breath and spun around to kneel again and present her ass to Him. She was caught off guard when he grabbed her leg and flipped her over to lay on her back. “Spread yourself open for me so I can see your cunt”, he growled, his voice husky now with lust. She parted her thighs and reached down using her fingers to obey, her chest heaving as she breathed faster now, just the shame and humiliation she felt making her even more aroused. He rocked back on his heels and then crawled on the floor and got his face in for a closer look. She could feel his hot breath on her sensitive pussy and it made her gasp and she felt her breasts tighten and her nipples harden more to have His face so close. She felt his beard against her thigh and was delighted that it was feather soft, not scratchy. He took his tongue and ran it up and down the outside of her sex. Her legs trembled and she lay her head back on the floor and lifted her hips up to meet his mouth. She felt so wanton, so exposed so vulnerable. And yet, she couldn't think of anywhere else she would rather be at this moment.
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Part Three The Story
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May 5, 2011 8:11 pm
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He was in a foul mood as he drove back into the compound, the meeting with the Political Officers had not gone well. The new Head Administrator was a real fucking prize. She had never been on the front lines and heard the screams and smelled the fear and the blood, yet she sat behind that oak desk and looked down her nose at him. It took all His self-control to not grab her by the throat and choke the life out of her. He turned the Jeep into the Cribs and tossed the keys to a private standing there looking useless. "Get off Your ass and quit standing here jerking it Private", he growled at the young man. "Wash and detail my rig and bring it back". He ordered the boy as He strode in through the double doors, letting them slam behind Him. All heads in the bar area turned to look His direction as he entered the cool dark room. He headed straight for the bar, eyeballing the bartender, , a leggy redhead he had fucked before, who cares about her name. "Call Mama-San down here Now!" He ordered her and she simply nodded and hit the button under the counter to call Mama-San.
The Mama-San scurried down the stairs, tying her black satin robe as she headed for the bar. "Who pushed the god-damn security buzzer?" She screamed as she flew into the bar, looking at the bartender, Red. Red simply trembled and looked at Him, and Mama-San, took a long look at Him. "You rang for me Sir?" She smiled and turned her tone syrupy sweet and made a hand gesture to Red to bring her a drink and one for the Command Sergeant Major. Mama-San knew who was in charge here, and it wasn't her at this moment. She took the wine and the Gin and tonic from Red, and dismissed her with a nod. She purred as she snuggled up to Him and pressed the drink into His hand and guided Him to a table. He downed the drink and grimaced, coughing as He did. He held up a hand to Mama-San to silence her. "Where is she?" was all he said and Mama-San handed Him the key to room 381 without hesitation. She had seen Him like this once before, and had heard the scuttlebutt around the base about what happened at HQ, and His mood was evidence enough of that. She backed away and sipped her wine as she watched Him stride towards the elevator. She chuckled to herself as she thought of the girl in the room waiting for Him. "Better her than me", she mused to herself. Mama-San had been with the Sergeant before and knew he could be rough. and Damn, what a cock the Gods had blessed Him with.
He pushed the buttons for the 3rd floor impatiently, His cock already straining against His zipper. He growled in frustration as the elevator doors slowly closed, and he caught a glimpse of Mama-San watching Him a wistful smile on her lips. He shook His head and began rubbing His cock through His pants, and thought about His girl waiting upstairs for Him. He had called ahead to Jeff the Quartermaster and ordered her sent to the Cribs so he could use her. That fucking bitch Administrator had called into question His motives about her. Her file was supposed to have been sent to the kilns for destruction, not rerouted back to the base for retraining. He calmly explained that the State was not paying for her training, he was. And as He was Base Commander who the fuck was she for interfering? Just thinking about that bitch was enough to make Him punch the elevator wall HARD. Goddamn Her and her holier-than-thou attitude. The doors opened with a soft whoosh and he stepped out into the hall, hearing the moans and groans of the soldiers and whores making more drones for the State to train. He wanted to vomit suddenly as he pushed the sounds from His mind and focused on His girl.
He located the room finally and took a deep breath before putting the key in the lock and opening the door. There she was, her hair done up in a bun and wearing a soft pink negligee, laying on the bed, smiling softly up at Him. "Hello my Master", she whispered and started to rise up to greet Him, but he growled and shoved her back down on the bed roughly, and pinned her down. He kissed her lips hard and forced His tongue into her mouth. She was surprised by the sudden roughness, but didn't let out a whimper as she yielded to Him. He kissed her and jerked at the negligee, ripping it as He ran His hands over her, feeling her body. His body, he mentally corrected Himself as he possessively gripped and pulled at her flesh. "Bought and paid for." He thought absently as he felt His cock throbbing and aching. He pressed her harder down onto the mattress, covering her completely with His weight. He reached up and grasped her wrist with one hand and broke the breathless kiss long enough to reach down on the side of the bed and feel for the restraints he knew were there. He fastened the leather cuff onto her wrist and felt for the chain that was attached to the iron bed-frame He secured that wrist and then the other in the same manner, then lifted off of her, and moved to her feet and did the same, until she was bound and helpless, spread eagle on the bed. Her eyes were wide as she watched Him, but she didn't struggle or make a sound as He worked.
He stood at the foot of the bed and stared at her with cold eyes. He could see the change in her body from only a few weeks of training. She was losing the soft pudgy stomach and becoming more muscular and proportionate. He had been kept informed about her training during His trip, and while He would not tell her this now, He was impressed with her scores in Marksmanship and hand to hand combat courses. He had plans for her beyond the bedroom, but for now, that was all he could think about.
He reached to His side and pulled out His dagger, the one that had been in every war since 1942, and carried by a member of His family in combat for over 150 years. He climbed on the bed and straddled her hips and took the knife and violently sliced the pretty satin nightie off her body and ripped the remaining shreds off and threw them on the floor. He saw the fear in her eyes now and it made Him harder to know that He held her very life in His hands now. He smirked and watched her watching Him as he took the tip of the blade and traced it over her breasts and drug it over her stomach, letting her feel the sharp, cold steel on her flesh. He pressed it against her hard enough to make a white line which turned red immediately, but didn't actually break the skin. He could see her breathing faster and trying not to move as He drew a line from between her breasts to the top of her pussy. He imagined he could hear her heart racing, and wondered what she must be thinking. He had not said a single word to her yet, and she was being smart by keeping her mouth shut.
He took a deep breath and ran the knife over her breasts again, teasing her nipples with the sharp tip. He could see the sweat beading on her upper lip and the wet spot on her white panties becoming more prominent. He decided to drag the knife down her side, where He knew she was ticklish, and laughed as she squealed and moaned and her panties became soaked in that instant. She looked up in surprise at the sound of His sadistic laughter, and looked down in shame at her sodden panties.
He unbuckled His pants then and freed His cock finally, letting out a great sigh of relief as he moved over her and shoved His big cock in her face, slapping her cheek with it as she opened her mouth to suck on it. He pulled away for a moment and laughed again at her greedy attempts to latch on like a hungry baby. He shifted His hips and found her warm mouth eager and wanting to suck His cock like a good girl should. He balanced on His knees and let her work. She was tied to the bed so she could do very little but bob her head back and forth over his shaft, but fuck that felt good. He began fucking her mouth slowly...forcing it in deeper and grabbing a fistful of her hair to force it into her throat. He chuckled when she gagged and drove deeper, pinning her face to His cock. He thrust a few more times into her mouth and pulled out to let her catch her breath. He looked down as he withdrew and saw the tears in her eyes and the drool stringing from her lips to His cock. He was almost in a frenzy, His cock ached so bad for more, but he wanted something else too, while He had her bound like this.
He grabbed a pillow and slapped her thigh in a silent command to lift her ass up. She obeyed quickly and watched Him with big shimmering eyes as he went to the dresser on the other side of the room and rummaged around until He found what He was looking for. He turned back towards her and she saw that he had on rubber gloves and was holding a bottle of lube and a vibrator. She gasped in terror, not sure what it was he was going to do to her, and prayed silently it wouldn't hurt too badly.
He knelt between Her legs and grabbed the knife and deftly cut her wet panties off and pulled them free. He wadded them into a ball and pressed them against her lips, "Open wide." He whispered in her ear and held the knife blade to her throat, knowing she was just gushing in her cunt now. She opened her mouth and He shoved the panties in her mouth and slapped her cheek gently. "Good girl," he said to her as he pulled her lips over the gag, "Just relax and this wont hurt much." She let out a low whimper from her throat in reply, helpless to refuse, not that she would. She owed Him her life and she knew he owned her body in every sense of the word.
He settled Himself between her thighs and coated his right hand with the lube, and switched on the vibrator with His left. He grinned as He could smell her fear and her pussy juices. He spread her open and examined her pink flesh as he pressed one finger into her pussy, feeling her tight muscles contract and squeeze his finger tightly. He laid the vibrator, buzzing on low speed against the side of her clit and presses a second finger into her tight pussy. She tensed and gripped his fingers tightly as the vibrator hummed and made her clit ache. He moved the vibe away for a little bit to let her adjust as He eases a 3rd finger in and began feeling around for her G-spot. She bit her lips and cried out softly and struggled harder against the cuffs and chains. He She was pulling against the restraints and moaning softly her thighs trembling. He looked up at her flushed face and pressed his hand in farther, wiggling His fingers deep inside her. He moved them in a circle, then pressed downwards, stretching her as He did. He slapped her thigh and shattered the silence by his whisper of hot breath against her wet pussy. "You are so wet for me aren't you girl? You want Master to continue?" He dragged His tongue over her thighs and across her mound, flicking his tongue in and circling her clit as He spoke, driving her wild with His hot breath and tongue. She managed to lick her lips and moaned in reply, she was already beyond speaking now, so maddened and burning with lust and desperate desire. The chains holding her jingled as she wiggled as much as she could, tears of need and joyous pleasure filled her eyes and ran down her cheeks as she lifted her hear up briefly to look at Him with the love and devotion she felt for Him shining in her blue-gray eyes.
He knew she was ready for more by the look in her eyes, and so he pulled His hand out for just a moment and put His thumb and pinky together and pointed all His fingers together like an unopened rosebud, to open her flower. He moved in closer and nibbled on her creamy thigh as He began to push in slowly. He felt the hard ridge of her pubic bone, and her tight muscles gripping His hand as He eased in and angled downwards, keeping His fingers together still as he paused and let her adjust to His very large hand. He winced slightly as she shuddered, and damn near pushed His hand out with the strength of her muscle contractions. He gritted His teeth and relaxed His hand a bit, and leaned in to tease her clit with His tongue again, and slipped the pinky of His left hand into her nether hole. He heard her gasp in surprise and tense briefly, then moan loudly as he felt a fresh burst of warm wet heat on His hand and knew she had orgasmed.
He twisted His hand and backed it out a little to let her fresh juices escape and recoat His hand. He smiled to Himself as He heard the wet sucking and slurping noises as He pumped her with His hand a few times and saw the silvery sheen of her female cum coating the glove. She sagged a little bit and He felt her relax a little so He took the opportunity to push His hand in deeper still. She reacted like a screaming banshee, howling out and nearly coming off the bed. He bit down on her thigh and growled at her menacingly. "Don't you dare squeeze me any tighter, you'll crush my god-damn hand. Now stay the fuck still or I'll shove my big hand into your ass too."
She whimpered and moaned, but forced herself to relax and she cried softly and pulled at the restraints harder still, but was nearly out of her mind with the exquisite blend of pleasure and pain rocketing through her body. She felt the ridge of his knuckles passing her pubic bone, and nearly passed out from the sensation. He was almost in now, and began to fuck her slowly like this, pushing his fingers deeper, feeling the back wall of her pussy, flicking the cervix with his middle finger, and seeing her stomach muscles clenching as she reacted. He pushed in harder and deeper now, inch by agonizing inch He eased His massive fist into her cunt, stretching it to accept Him slowly and patiently. His hand ached already from the powerful squeezing of her muscles, but he pushed on, teasing her clit with His teeth and pressing a second finger into her ass. "More girl, " He urged her as He felt her body readying for another orgasm. This one was going to be huge, he knew. She was tossing her head side to side on the pillow and making mewling noises between gasps for breath. Her nails were digging into her palms and she was twitching. She was beyond any level of sexual pleasure she had ever been before, and was completely under His control, and that was His satisfaction right there. He smiled and pushed the final inch, feeling her outer vaginal sphincter close on His wrist. He was all the way in finally, and he let His hand relax and worked the fingers in her asshole more, and licked on her clit teasing and biting it as he felt her shaking violently as the waves of her orgasm rocketed through her body.
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Part Four The Story
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May 5, 2011 8:10 pm
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He led her down a flight of stairs into what seemed to her a dark, concrete basement. She was puzzled, but followed Him silently into the musty, wet, darkness. She wondered what kind of test this was to be as they passed two stoic guards in full battle dress uniform. He hadn't said a word to her after they had finished upstairs, her pussy was still feeling the abuse it had taken, and His cum ran down her thighs mixing with her own and the sweat she felt despite the chill of the dark concrete hall they were now walking down. The hair on the back of her neck stood on end as a rusty bolt was thrown to open an iron door.
He had taken her to dizzying heights of pleasure she never thought possible, his fist in her pussy making her scream and gush cum all over the bed. Then he had rolled her over and fucked her long and slow in the ass, something that normally hurt, she only felt exquisite pleasure and orgasmed countless more times before with an animal roar from Him as he buried himself deep inside her, they climaxed one more time together, then collapsed into a sweaty heap. They slept in each others arms for what seemed hours until the phone rang and he fell silent again. He rose and dressed quickly, tossing her clothes to her without a word and she followed Him here, senses still reeling and knees still weak.
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With a curt nod to the soldier standing at attention and holding the door open for them, The Sergeant strode in and then moved to his right, allowing her full view of the room. She struggled to control her emotions and the bile that welled in her throat as she took in the scene before her.
There were 4 of them, two men and two women all strung up against the wall. The women were placed on St. Andrew's crosses, facing the wall. The girl recognized the older of the two, because of her tattoos and her hair, black, limp from being unwashed in god knows how long. The girl knew she would never forget the “tramp-stamp” on the woman's back as she had stared at it as she lay broken on the ground of her long forgotten home being and watching this woman kneeling over her husband's body, emasculating his lifeless form. She fought the urge to pull her sidearm and just put one in the woman's head, and steeled herself with a deep, shaking breath and looked to Him for orders.
Then she looked at the two men and nearly lost all control. She felt her knees go weak and turned away for a moment, not caring if He would punish her or not. Again, she didn't recognize the younger of the two men, but the older man's face was burned into her memory forever. She hadn't seen “Sharky” since that day as well, He was one of the ringleaders of the Rebels that had gone about the countryside, , pillaging and destroying peaceful people's lives. She remembered Him as being the “leader” that day, and one of several men who repeatedly her and her mother and daughter and leaving them all for dead as they ransacked the house and then set fire to it all. All her hopes and dreams, her happiness. Gone. Because of Him.
She shook it off and turned around to face the Sergeant and hoped that her face could hide all the whirling emotions as He began to speak to the men chained to the wall.
“Private, I gather you know some of these people?” His voice startled all of them in the cold stone room, snapping the women out of their reverie and even making the men jump. “Yes Sergeant, I do.” Her voice was barely a whisper at the first two words, then she coughed and cleared her throat and spoke the last two words clearly and forcefully. He walked over to The older of the men, and the contempt was clear on His face as he grabbed “Sharky” by the hair and pulled him to his feet, and forced the man to look at her. “This man is here today because he and his gang have finally been caught for their crimes against humanity. You are a witness to this Private, and Your testimony is required.”
He released Sharky for a moment and turned to the younger of the two men, obviously terrified and did the same to Him, yanking him to his feet. “Name boy!” He commanded, and the young man began to stutter and babble. “Ggggrr-r-rr-egg Sir.” He managed to croak out, and began sobbing like a child. The Sergeant threw him back down and looked at Her. She shook her head in silence to let him know she didn't know the young man. The younger of the two girls began to whimper just then, obviously terrified and unable to see what was going on as she faced the wall.
The Sergeant was barely aware of the females, He had plans for his slave to learn a lesson with them, but for now, He needed to focus His rage on the two men, especially Sharkey. He knew Sharkey from years ago, and the man was a fucking puke, a deserter. He had a “Death before Dishonor tattoo on his right bicep, and the Sergeant wanted to take his blade and cut it off this piss poor excuse of a man hanging naked and helpless before Him. He knew of many of the atrocities committed at the hands of this man who had sworn to serve and protect this country. The Sergeant had watched His slave and her reactions upon seeing the woman first, then Sharkey. He knew without knowing all the details that Sharkey and his bitch had made His slave suffer, and today, they would both pay for their crimes. He strode around the room and moved to a table that had a dingy sheet draped over it. He lifted the sheet to reveal several whips, a cattail with metal hooks imbedded in the tips, several floggers, a nd several surgical-looking implements. He beckoned Her over and looked first at Her, locking eyes with her and communicating silently with her, as if to say, “Take Your revenge, this is My Gift to You.” She fingered the toys and a wicked smile played over her lips as she looked back to Him and nodded.
Her mind was racing as she watched Him uncover the table. She looked at the horrible people before her, not knowing or caring about the other two, Greg and the blonde female who couldn't be much older than her. She felt a pang of sympathy for the younger couple, obviously misguided youth taken in by Sharkey and His crew, with promises of riches and safety in a world of uncertainty.
She was startled out of her reverie by His calloused hand on her shoulder. She jumped slightly, then relaxed. “Private, in accordance with UCMJ Code, a female prisoner must be punished by an officer of the same sex, so I order You to punish this woman for her crimes against humanity.” She bit her lower lip and nodded. “Yes Sir!” Her voice had come back and she gripped the heaviest flogger on the table and slapped it against her other arm, testing it as she approached the woman. She leaned back and let it fly, landing the first blow on the woman's back and shoulders, and smiled as she watched her yell in pain. She moved closer and swung it harder and faster, raining blows on her bare flesh, all the time, a sadistic smile playing on her lips as she exacted vengeance for the deaths of her family, and the torture they all endured at this bitch's hands. Time began to lose all meaning for Her, she felt tears flowing down her cheeks, but didn't care, she switched to the 4 foot singletail whip, something she used to play with as a kid, snapping leaves out of trees. She knew how to handle it, and it felt good to see the welts rise. She stopped when she saw blood forming on the bitch's back, and paused to catch her breath. She heard the screams from the woman chained to the cross, and laughed. She walked up to the bound woman, and grabbed her by the hair, pulling her neck back and whispered in her ear, “I am going to make you pay cunt for what You did to my family and to me.” The woman began to panic as recognition registered, and she began to beg for mercy.
The girl cracked the singletail over the woman's shoulder and enjoyed watching her scream and try to move away from every strike of the whip as she laid it lower on her thighs and ass, mercilessly beating her and laughing at every scream. Then She began to taunt her, mocking her screams. “You had no mercy for my children now did you CUNT!! Why should I give You my mercy?”
More pointless sobbing and begging and whimpering. She began to drift off, realizing finally that she was completely fucked now, the woman began to fade off into a happy place where she wouldn't feel the pain anymore. Seeing this, the Private set down the singletail and picked up the cattail with 9 wicked braided leather ends, each knotted and a small hook imbedded in it, and let fly, ripping and pulling out bloody bits of flesh with every swing. Both were shaking and crying and the Private made one last blow across the tramp-stamp, obliterating it forever, when the Sergeant stepped in and stilled her hand, and gently took the weapon from Her as the woman on the cross collapsed into her bonds, barely breathing.
He was impressed really at the vengeance and violence in His slave. He knew she needed to find her inner sadist, He was surprised at the level she took it to. The woman was broken, and bleeding, if infection didn't kill her the Kilns would, which is where she was going. Her death warrant was already signed 3 days ago by Him. The punishment was merely something He wanted for His slave, to build her into the soldier He needed. He sat her down in a chair to rest for a moment, and touched her tear-stained cheek tenderly, and told her with his eyes that He was proud.
He tapped on the door and two soldiers came in without a word and unhooked the woman and carried her unconcious body out.
He turned His attention to Sharkey now, and steeled his shoulders. Interrogation time. Sharkey had adopted a cool and indifferent attitude while his woman was beaten. “motherfucker is cold as ice, “ The Sergeant thought, “and that's exactly where he deserves to be, on ice.” He approached Sharkey and stared into his vacant soul-less eyes. Sharkey spat on His boots and said, “Fuck You and the horse You rode in on, I ain't telling You anything!” The Sergeant stepped back and backhanded Him hard across the mouth, drawing blood as His rings brutally impacted Sharkey's lips. He took a deep breath and calmed Himself. “I need information out of this puke, I need to know where the main crew is, “ He told Himself.
“Fuck You motherfucker,”another epithet from the puke. “I will die before I tell You anything, You can't make me break you fucking faggot!” Sharkey was screaming, and his voice held no fear. The Girl was watching intently now, and that was exactly what the Sergeant had hoped for. He drew his sidearm, and with a cold sneer, he said one word. “Fine.” and He pressed the cold steel to Sharkey's temple and pulled the trigger.
The silence in the room was deafening as the noise from the gun ebbed. Then the screaming began from the other two prisoners.
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Chapter Three
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May 5, 2011 8:08 pm
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Part Three
He withdrew from her suddenly, and pushed her down on the bed. "get up, and get the shower ready." She ached for more, but dared not disobey. She rose up, and headed for the shower, her pussy ached and her knees were weak. "forgetting something are you?" she froze mid-stride, and dropped to her knees to turn and face Him. "Master?" He was standing there pointing to his cock. She rushed over and immediately put it in her mouth, licking and sucking and tasting herself on it. He pushed her head away then, and pointed to the bathroom. She hung her head and crawled away to get the shower ready.
She had packed his things carefully the night before, just as he wanted them. She turned on the water, and laid out the floor towel, the soft washcloth, and his body wash that smelled so good. She knelt by the shower door and waited for him to come. He entered and shut the door, trapping the steam and heat in the small room. She opened the door to the shower and stepped in after him, remaining on her knees in the water spray. He stood there a moment letting the water run off his body onto her, then he grabbed her hair and pulled her to him and pushed her face into his cock. She obediently began working her tongue over and under, pausing to lick and suck his balls briefly, then deep in her throat bringing him back to full erection. God it felt good he thought. He pushed her away again and she got right to work, rubbing him with the soft washcloth, starting at his neck, massaging a little with the body wash. He tilted his head back and she washed his hair being careful to keep the soap out of his eyes. She pressed herself against him as she washed his body gently and looked up at him as she worked her way down to his cock. There she really began working the soap to keep his cock hard. The tile floor was slippery, but not as slippery as her hands. He had to lean against the wall of the shower to support himself. She continued to wash his cock, and he wanted to blow, so he made her stop and continue on down. He wanted to push her down and shove his cock in her ass, but he was ready to get out of the hot shower, so he rinsed and turned the hot water off and stepped out leaving her in the freezing spray. "rinse quickly and get out here girl." She hurried and got the soap off herself, and turned the water off. She got out and began to towel him dry shaking and shivering herself. The fresh air when he opened the bathroom door almost made her dizzy. He laid down on the bed facedown and said "massage me." she wasn't told she could towel off, so she was still dripping wet as she grabbed the olive oil and headed for the bed. She was an experienced massage therapist, so pleasing him like this would be easy she thought...as she approached the bed she saw the wicked gleam in his eyes and the twisted smile.....he was waiting for her and she had a sudden feeling it wasn't going to be easy...
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