The Watcher

Closed for yeishia and C G Raven read a long and enoy.



He was a watcher an observer of humanity an inhabitant of the shadows. He shielded himself from the notice of the world mending in with the faceless crowd always searching for that rarest of flowers, that perfect bud that was just about to bloom.

She had come to his notice quite accidentally and most would have scoffed or laugh at the idea that this strong, confident, intelligent young beauty could possibly be that bud he searched for. Nothing in her appearance or her bearing would have suggested that she was submissive never mind that dark, richer, quality and need, he seemed to detect in her nature, that he believed was the core of who she was. Quite the contrary she was one in a roomful of strangers, after a drink or two, to be the one to crack the joke, to brake the ice! her thoughtful demeanor soon had people seeing her as an extroverted introvert. Yet he saw the woman that she really was the submissive, and so much more, waiting to bloom. All that was needed was a little care, a little education for this rare beauty to bloom to blossom in to the creature she was born to be.

He smiled as he passed her on the street tomorrow he would arrange for her education to begin.

Elisabeth.

Elisabeth had been restless for most of her life, unable to bury the intense yearning that she lurked just beneath the surface of her mind.

Sitting in the club having retired form the dance floor, sipping on her favorite drink, a B&B, she absentmindedly scanned the crowd. Looking for Mr. Right? She didn’t think so. Smiling she remembered that there had been several candidates, all of whom fell short. Elisabeth found them to be bland, boring and lacking in some essential male essence, one she had yet to define.

If you were to look closely at this young woman, sitting poised at the bar, legs crossed and tucked under her stool, you might consider her beautiful. Elisabeth, catching her reflection in the mirror behind the bar thought differently.The serious girl looking back at her looked flawless. Her long tawny hair piled carelessly on top of her head from which she had allowed a few curly tendrils to escape, her neck looked long and fragile, a job well done she thought. Of course she was just an illusion courtesy of her, ‘War paint’. Smiling again she remembered her aunts words, “little pots of powder, little dabs of paint make a little lady look like what she aint”. That just about summed it up.

An extrovert on the outside, a façade as comfortable now as the skimpy silk black dress she wore, on the inside she still felt like a child with her face pressed against a candy store window, her hazel green eyes scanning for that which she could not find.

Over the past few days however, she had felt something change, almost a subtle shift in the air. She couldn’t pin point why, but she felt as if something was about to happen…………..

A shiver passed through her small form, standing up she decided to leave the club early, prehaps if she walked home, the night air would clear her mind.

So young so beautiful and so blissfully ignorant of what fate has in store for her as she sits there at the bar in her slinky black little dress her soft expressive hazel eyes scanning the room looking searching the question was for what, for who. Like a goddess her tawny hair piled upon her head that imperious look upon her face.

Soon my dear very soon

He whispered to himself from the shadows that where his realm he sunk deeper back into them away from her world of light. Max, the bar tender did has he had been told, he smiled as he gave her, her drink. Soon the drug would begin to take its effect, nothing stunning, nothing that would cause the young beauty alarm, just a pleasant warm feeling until she at last passed out enfolded in the dark velvet of his shadow world.
Then she would be collected delivered into his hands then her education would begin and that sweet bud would blossom and bloom under his personal care.

The room she would find herself in would be sterile, a single bed would occupy one corner. A small open lavatory for the more basic of her needs. . The rest of the room would be dedicated to those simple but ancient devices that at first would strike fear into her heart yet in the end she would lovingly run her fingers over them as if they where old and cherished friends. He now dissented the long winding stairway that led from her world of light to his world of shadows. her lithe form lay on the bed. her eyes dreamily shut a little smile bowed the girl's moist ripe lips. He fastened the training collar around her slender neck and took a seat in the shadows waiting for his little protégée to awake so her education could begin.

Elisabeth awoke and immediately sensed that something had changed. Keeping her eyes squeezed shut she tried to clear her head and remember the night before. She had left the night club, left it alone, hadn’t she? Wow the drinks had affected her more than she thought for she could simply not remember.Her eyes still closed she felt the bed beside her, no companion and she was still fully clothed, she relaxed and released the breath she had been holding. Slowly opening her eyes and stretching she realized something was missing, no canopy above her bed!

Elisabeth bolted to her knees froze in the middle of the alien bed listening, carefully she peered into the half light of the room. She realized that she was NOT alone; some dark presence lurked in the corner watching her.

Icy rivulets of dread trickled down her spine as she stammered,” who, who are you?”

Such beauty heighten by ever never on edge as she bolted up in the bed. kneeling there her shimmering hazel eyes their green highlights so fetching so wide as this rare beauty searched the shadows that lay at the perimeter of the room. Their was an intelligence in those soft eyes even as she stammered.

,” who, who are you?”

Her voice a curious mixture of fear and curiosity. How natural she looked as she knelt the slender black collar caressing the bow of her neck. It was if she where meant to be here like this waiting to blossom.

"Perhaps the question is who are you Elisabeth?"

His voice was dark, rich, deep, lost somewhere between a bass and a baritone. A voice that could touch one's soul.

"As to who I am that will become apparent in time. For now let us just say I am your guide your teacher."

His voice had come from the left of where she was looking and seemed to dart about in the shadows that surrounded her and the little island of light she and her bed where part of.

" Now Elizabeth be kind enough to strip for me."

The voice reaching out from the darkness seemed to envelope her, slithering in through her very pores, exploring every part of her, leaving icy frissons where it lingered. It seemed to touch her very soul.

Her frantic eyes were darting around the room as her mind screamed RUN….
Almost incoherent in her fear she thought, but to where? His voice seemed to be everywhere at once.

One fact suddenly pierced her panic, he knew her name!

"Perhaps the question is who are you Elisabeth?"
Who was she?In that moment she felt like a very small animal at the mercy of some powerful predator, as yet unseen.

"As to who I am that will become apparent in time. For now let us just say I am your guide your teacher."
Teacher of what, she was fairly certain that she didn’t want a teacher?

In an instance she was off the bed prepared to flee.

"Now Elizabeth be kind enough to strip for me."
I must be dreaming, she rationalized, some bizarre impossible nightmare!

Wide eyed Elisabeth froze in place. Strip? No way she thought, no no No.

Her mind screamed NO but her body reacted almost of its own volition, as if from a distance she could see herself slowly sliding her clothing down off her body, almost provocative in her motions.

Please, please no she told herself………..

Fear in those soft wide hazel eyes so sweet. He savored that moment when her supple young body tensed as she made ready to flee She sprang from her bed and then stood frozen at the edge of her little island of light so small in his realm of darkness that surrounded her closed in on her. All she had know slipping away in the silence of this new terrifying world.


"Now Elizabeth be kind enough to strip for me."

He loved the little flare of defiance as this tawny haired beauty shook her head in denial. Over and over again that simple word formed on her moist ripe lips. no,...... no,...... No........ yet like a doe caught in the glare of the headlights of an oncoming truck she seemed mesmerized and even as she silently screamed NO her dainty fingers went to the zipper that held her little black dress closed.

He smiled as the her dress polled around her ankles and she stood before him in nothing but her heels and her daring little black lace bra and panties. This young beauty hesitated for a moment. she lifted her soft shimmering eyes to the darkness. Their eloquent silent plea for mercy was soon answered.

"Everything Elizabeth I want to see you naked as the day you where born. and then I am going to take you , use your stunning young body as I please.."

His voice was calm even as if the obscenities he demanded of her where the most natural of things. There was a quality to his voice and edge as hard and unyielding as steel, that told her he was used to being obeyed without question. He waited to see if she would do as he had commanded. he almost hoped that this proud beauty would rebel. the sooner she learned the foolishness of such an act the sooner he could start her education.

"Everything Elizabeth I want to see you naked as the day you where born. and then I am going to take you , use your stunning young body as I please.."

Wide eyes staring beyond the light to where the demon waited, Elisabeth gathered her meager courage and simply whispered,

"No"

Small and soft it echoed through the darkness………

She lifted her chin her eyes where bright and her back straighten as she drew herself to her full height. She was magnificent her body stunning and he smiled. He looked forward to the taming of this proud young beauty. The easy with which she had shed her dress spoke of the girl's underlying nature her willingness to embrace her submissive nature, now the strength shown forth as she spoke.

"No"

Small and soft it echoed through the darkness.

His thumb slowly descended on the button of the controller he held in his hand. Like the strike of summer lightening, sudden unexpected, the shock from Elizabeth's training collar laced through her driving the ravishing young beauty to her knees, leaving her gasping for breath.

"Elizabeth this is not a debate. I told you what is required of you now stand and do as you where told......... STRIP NAKED GIRL."

Stunned, confused Elisabeth found herself on her knees her hands pulling at the collar at her neck.

A single tear ran from her now deep green eyes as she stared wildly into the darkness.

She doubted she could stand even if she wished too.

Defiantly she whispered

“No”

NO

her voice was a barely audible whisper. her flawless cheek marred by a single perfect crystalline tear dope. Again he pressed the button and the searing pain danced along every nerve of that stunning young body. The pain, the ecstasy, of it filled ever fiber of the girl's being. Elizabeth's stunning body arching to the embrace of her dark unseen lover's ministrations.

"Elizabeth this is not a debate. I do not wish to hurt you yet I will if I have to. You have no choice my dear, I told you what is required of you."

His dark rich voice had a strength of will to it that was as cold and hard as steel. And yet there was an almost hypnotic compulsion to it as well. His voice his words like tendrils of mist in the morning slowly forming fingers to caress her soul to warp around her will binding her to him to his will.

"Now stand and do as you where told......... STRIP NAKED GIRL or I shall do it for you."

There was a dangerous edge to his voice. A disembodied voice as of yet lacking substance or form.

This time Elisabeth was expecting the kiss of pain as it surged through her body welcoming it as something to concrete to latch onto in this surreal and dangerous place. Instead of fighting it she embraced it and found some solace there…..

Tendrils of sensation made by his words the pain or a combination of the two, were confusing her mind, warping the distance between her world and his.

From a distance she barely heard, "STRIP NAKED GIRL or I shall do it for you."

Crawling painfully towards His darkness surrender in her heart she heard herself say a final time………….

Nooo

Again that spirit that strength shown through even as she crawled towards the darkness away from her world of soft gentle light and to his world of the dark, the sensual, the seductive allure that even now she embraced and savored the pain. He smiled as Elizabeth crawled closer her body being schooled in the dark seduction of pain.

No

The soft defiant whisper. the immediate answer as his thumb once again sent that seductive rush through every fiber of her ravishing young body. a searing clarion call that wakened feelings that she had no idea existed. as she withered there on the floor unable to move so frail so vulnerable She felt her arms being drawn back. the back of her hands pressed together. The silken caress of the cord as Elizabeth's where bound together. Like two serpents the hapless beauty felt the cords winding up her arms lacing them together rendering her helpless to defend herself.

" Before I am through with you Elizabeth you shall beg me to take you to use your body as I please."

he paused for a moment then he turned her over and for the first time she saw the creature that had ripped her from the life she had know. He was dressed in black from head to foot and he features where concealed behind a black mask..

"For your defiance you shall lose that last of what and who you were now you shall simply be 17."

Lying in an exhausted puddle of sensations to tired to fully understand, half in and out of the darkness she sensed his approach, silent, sibilant-like and deadly.

He would strip her, he would rape her, and she wouldn’t resist.

She didn’t react as she felt her palms pressed together and bound, nor did she as she felt the snake winding its way upwards along her arms, caressing them as they bound her helpless.

“Before I am through with you Elizabeth you shall beg me to take you to use your body as I please."

Her fuzzy mind registered that he wouldn’t use her, but why not take her, why make her beg?

As her tuned her over she could feel the pull on her shoulders as she took her own weight, a small moan escaped her lips. Cautiously she looked up seeing him for the first time…

Her heart almost stopped and she truly wished he had killed her.

A demon from hell stood towering over her. No face, no name, no body he seemed to blend into the shadowy word from whence he came. A male succubus, intent on stealing her very soul……

Oh she knew that he was male, for she could smell his heat.

"For your defiance you shall lose that last of what and who you were now you shall simply be 17."

Her last thought as she drifted away was that a lack of name seemed to be the least of her problems! She almost giggled at the thought.

The little gasp of shock of fear had pleased him it showed she had a keen mind to go along with her matchless beauty and the pride she had so stubbornly clung to. The young beauty lay there her soft tear shimmering hazel eyes fluttering closed, seeking the soft warm comfort of the unnatural sleep, that she now embraced. Her escape from a being and a world that seemed to terrify her.

He wasted no time, in stripping the last of her clothing from Elizabeth. the cold caress of the knife blade pressed to her warm flesh he skillfully cut away her bra. Three little flicks of the wrist and the girl's panties where nothing more than a memory. Her hose and shoe presented now problems. He took a moment to admire her naked perfection before setting to work in earnest. He bound her trim little ankles to a spreader bar. he set the stunning young beauty kneeling and bound her wrist to the bar as well . Slowly he circled his sweet captive a lecherous smiled bowed his lips as she knelt here her head drooped forward her thighs obscenely spread leaving her open and vulnerable to him. The position forced her firm young breasts up and out he nodded his approval. Elisabeth was perfectly displayed and completely vulnerable.

He placed a vibratory so it just caressed the hooded guardian of her chaste modesty. A simple flick of the switch and the devilish little device hummed to life seductively calling to the dark appetites of the slumbering beauty. That quick agile mind, her pride and her strength of character asleep in the arms of Amorphous as the daemon hummed seducing her flesh.

Elisabeth or rather 17 started to surface from oblivion the moment she felt the cold kiss off steel running across her body, would he kill her?

She stilled her breath feigning sleep as she felt him arranging her body as if it were made of clay. Having no conception of what he was up to she concentrated instead of trying to get a feel of this…thing that had abducted her! His smell was good deep lusty primeval and in some perverse way she felt it call to her.

His creation complete, she could feel his gaze on her devouring her as if feeding. Her body bowed backward her legs spread in a lewd manner she felt like a depraved deviant by the reaction of her own traitorous body. How much longer could she feign unconsciousness, when she could feel her own juices flowing freely?

Oh Lord what had he done to her? She could feel insatiable vibrations at the center of her core teasing tormenting her like a butterfly caress a sizzling flame, juxtaposed with the painful tension on her joints

A sensuous moan ensued form the very depth of her being as her eyes snapped open…….

"17 how many lovers have you taken in your young life?"

He had not even turned around it was if he had known all along that she had been faining unconsciousness for quite some time. A twisted little smile bowed his lips at the sensual tortured little moan escaped her sweet ripe lips. He had placed the devilish little vibrator so it would drive this bound young beauty to the very edge of the dark abyss that promised such dark rich carnal pleasure, and yet not close enough to grant her the release her treacherous young body would soon demand.

" Have you every savored the sensual kiss of leather my sweet or its sting kiss the firry tongues of leather licking at your breasts your nipples your cries of pain turning into screams of dark sinful ecstasy?"

Slowly expertly he painted a picture of what he would do to her. How he would school her body to pain until it became the darkest and riches of pleasures. When he turned to face her he flicked his wrist and the sinuous strips of leather that made up the flogger seemed to come alive to shimmer and slither as if they hungered for 17's flesh.

"How many lovers girl?"

" Have you every savored the sensual kiss of leather my sweet or its sting kiss the firry tongues of leather licking at your breasts your nipples your cries of pain turning into screams of dark sinful ecstasy?"

Closing her eyes again, she listened as he painted a picture in her mind complete with depths and hues almost impossible to believe, its backdrop the pleasure building in her loins.

She felt his gaze once more and raised her head.

She stared at the object in his hand, what was it? He flicked his wrist and she saw it move, she fancied it was alive and breathing reaching for her flesh, sensual and seeking her. She threw back her head and screamed in terror!

"How many lovers girl?"

N…none she stammered………

17's scream was music to his ears, the deep scarlet blush that kissed her cheeks as she shyly stammered.

N…none


Brought a scoff of disbelief to his lips. He could not believe his good fortune he had known she was a rare and precious and tasty little morsel but a virgin?

"Non 17, your a virgin, with your beauty and sensuality no one has claimed you yet? i find that hard to believe my dear."

As he spoke he circled 17 he let the sinuous tongues of the flogger caress the girl's shoulder cascade down over her upturned breasts cling seductively to her nipples before tumbling down on to her velvet inner thighs. A flick of the wrist and the sensually seductive caress turns into tongues of fire licking at 17's nipples curling erotically around her trim little waist to lap at her bared pussy.

Cum for me my sweet beg me to take and use you."

He began the young virgin's first lesson pleaure nad pain could be come one and she could crave it.

Her embarrassed admission made him scoff she could tell, well he would find out soon enough she shuddered at the thought.

"Non 17, your a virgin, with your beauty and sensuality no one has claimed you yet? I find that hard to believe my dear."

Appearances can be deceiving she thought wishing the same could be said of this monster.

Elisabeth strained against her bonds trying to escape the cascade of leather. It felt like gentle fingers caressing her sensitive skin trailing over her ever hardening nipples and downwards to between her trembling legs.

She howled as suddenly her body was on fire as the leather became a million tiny fire ants, stinging and heating her delicate skin. It didn’t spare her breasts her belly or her clit, it was cruel and uncaring. The combined caress was that of a lover and a fiend. Screaming and screaming bucking and arching under the torment, brought her closer to the vibrator between her legs, it was the final trigger, she felt herself hurtling towards the abyss as sensation after sensation washed over her soaking wet body crowding out her mind devouring her reason…

Cum for me my sweet beg me to take and use you."

Please she begged between screams please please until her pleas became a continual whine of desire and need with no beginning no end…

He watched as that stunning young body arched to the sensually seductive caress of the leather. 17's howls of pain and pleasured slowly mingled and became as she wither and bucked under the stinging kisses of the leather those firry tongues lick mercilessly and her engorged nipples. They danced across her throbbing clit stepped her breasts and silken thighs with a delicate lace work of crimson stripes. Please she begged between screams please, please until her pleas became a continual wine of desire and need with no beginning no end… Still he did not relent no matter how she pleaded then he stilled his hand her body was humming with a dark need a desire that she could scarce understand.

What do you want 17....... shall I USE YOU TAKE YOUR Body as I please shall i take your virginity?

He towered over here and waited for this young beauty to chose her fate.

Lowering her head in submission

17 simply answered on a sigh,

"please"

The young beauty hung her head in submission and defeat and with a soft sigh



"please"


"Please what 17 you must tell me what you want?"

She was learning her place, in her new world, yet she needed to pay for her earlier defiance. He stooped his fingers entangled in her hair. and his mouth crushed to hers in a searing kiss his tongue raping her mouth demanding that she yield to him respond to that kiss. He let his hands freely roam over her body taking indecent liberties where he pleased. He rolled her nipples between his thumb and fore finger judging the responsiveness of her, her body and still that devilish littler vibratory would not let her rest.

Tell me 17.

"Please what 17 you must tell me what you want?"

He kissed her

She had been kissed before but nothing had prepared her for this invasion…

It was all about control, taking what he wanted for his pleasure, from his hands in her hair to the scorching feel of his lips on hers, she could feel the domination the sheer power of his will. It felt like he wanted to enter her through her mouth, it frightened her almost as much as the whip.

It seemed as if his hands were everywhere kneading, pinching probing. When he twisted her nipples she felt the pain pleasure combination shoot to the very fiber of her core. It was at that same instance that she clung to his invading tongue like a lifeline and he deepened his kiss. She was still moaning when his lips left hers


Tell me 17.

She could barely think little frissons were running through her clit on a continual basis now throb throb, pain and pleasure pain and pleasure…

Raising her head she looked directly at him

“I want to see your eyes

I want you some how to?

I want to touch

I want ? I want…….”

17 burst into heartfelt sobs at her failure to articulate her needs

The young girl was caught in a tempest of conflicting emotions. She yielded to his kiss embraced its dark obscenity as she clung to his invading tongue like a lifeline and he deepened his kiss. She was still moaning when his lips left hers.

“I want to see your eyes......I want you some how.........I want to touch.......I want I want…….”

The words came to 17's lips in a rush like a damn that burst they came in a flood till unable to truely express what she wanted what she so desperately needed. she burst into tears her heartfelt sobs filling the little island of light that she was bound in.

"You want me to take you and use you to teach you what this dark pleasure is that so frightens and excites you 17."


His lips crushed to hers as a finger trailed along the sweet moist puffy lips of her labia. he slowly rolled her clit under the pad of his finger. let it dip with in her chaste virginal body as he prepared her to be taken. Slowly he shamelessly pressed her virginity to his finger then slipped from her body. He rose and he drew back the black hood that covered his face and through the slits in his mask he let 17 see his eyes, eyes that where midnight blue eyes that seemed older than time itself. He rose and disappeared from her line of sight. 17 could feel him loosening the bounds that held her arms laced tightly together as each knot fell loose his lips brushed her newly bared skin. finally the last knot fell and he kissed her chaffed wrists.


"17 on your hands and knees girl."

Her arms where free yet still her ankles remained bound to the spreader bar. If she did as he commanded then she would be spread and open to him unable to refuse his advances.