Gym Rats Make Great Pets. (Closed for DarkWarrioress)

[dryfter]

Fear, confusion, arousal, and a fire the likes of which could burn me blazed silently in your eyes.

I remained undeterred, slowly building a fire inside you that could rival the one in your eyes, and I took my time while doing it. Teasing your tender thighs and wanton portal with my fingertips, slowly alternating between the devilish nips that had you flinching and jumping and the more sensual strokes of my tongue as it returned to your eager pussy time and time again. Your petals parted easily as I pressed inside with just my questing tongue, this time it was the pad of my forefinger strumming your taut little clit like a fine stringed instrument. I could feel every buck, every twitch, every subconscious rolling of your young, brazen hips as you half tried to escape me, half invited further provocation against your will.

Finally the moment I was waiting for came as I watched intently. Every soft gasp and squeak of sound brought me delight, I reveled in a release that I knew I wanted far more than you did. And better still, I did everything I could to prolong the sensation for you. The torment was never ending as you thrashed about me, riding you wetly across every buck and twist of your perfect body. I was only getting started. This would be the first climax of many you felt tonight before I even thought of taking my own garments off. You were going to cum for me over and over, both full body wracking and brain shuddering orgasms and all the tiny, delicious little aftershocks that came after them. Not because you wanted to. But because you were mine and I desired it. Never in my life had I desired to taste a woman like this, but right now I was having the time of my life teasing you from one height to another.

When playing with your dripping pussy became too easy, I simply slid a hand up your glistening body to lift the t-shirt I had still let you wear.

"I've heard that the smaller the breasts, the more sensitive they are. I wonder if that's true."

And the torment began anew as a brand new hell of kisses, nibbles, nips and sucklings were visited upon your bound flesh. Not one to let you feel completely abandoned, I made sure to keep one hand firmly on your pretty little pussy. For the first time, I tried sliding a single digit past your dripping gates and into the tightness beyond.

"You're beautiful when you cum, Faith. You're going to be doing that a whole lot moving forward."

As if to punctuate my words, my thumb grinds firmly against your clit, mashing it roughly even as I stir you from the inside. I could taste your sweat as I trapped a hardened nipple in my teeth and bit down slightly, just enough to sting sharply before releasing you to the much more soothing texture of my tongue. At the very least I could tell myself that I could have this effect on you without the need of the drugs Jeremy had offered. The fact that you had weathered the storm as well as you had spoke volumes of the woman I had chosen. It only made me desire you more.

Only hours later, when your breath finally came in ragged gasps and every inch of your alabaster skin shimmered with a sheen of sweat did I ever think of letting up on you. You looked so fragile, wild eyed and trembling, no doubt wondering where your next orgasm was coming from, and how I intended to inflict it on you.

Shaky hands, slightly tired from constantly having to hold you down and accept your next big climax, reached for you then. I could see your eyes refocus on me momentarily as fingertips slipped through your downy hair. You were so soft, even when damp. For long seconds I fumbled with the leather strap at the back of your pretty head, feeling it loosen further and further before finally the black ball fell away from your delectably full lips.

Sliding away from you, it would have been ok for you to think your ordeal was over. But I think you're smarter than that. Confirmation of as much could be found in your eyes as I backed off enough to stand up....and finally, with dramatic slowness....reach for the belt holding up my pants.

It was similar to the one I had just worked to free your mouth.

And it came undone in half the time.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

A fine sheen of sweat had built on my body since you began all this. How was it possible that you could make my body respond to you even though I felt differently about it all and how long had you been at this? I could feel the wetness at the apex of my thighs, felt it coat my inner thighs as well. What the hell? You took my body to the cutting edge of release and my body just couldn't do it again. It had become far too painful to achieve anything. Yet, you repeated the exercise over and over until my body wanted to scream. Slow or in the fast lane, you were driving my body and I hated it. It was mine, not yours, to control... or so I had so naively thought. Still, my body had been pushed to its ultimate limit. It can't. It. Just. Can't.

"I've heard that the smaller the breasts, the more sensitive they are. I wonder if that's true."

Your words sent frightening shivers down my spine. What were you going to torment me with now? It didn’t take me long to find out. Your teeth captured a nipple and bit down. Your finger was invading my core, your thumb was abusing my clit and my body arched as pain lanced through me from your teeth. My tensed body instinctively relaxed as you released my nipple, but then your tongue soothed it. This wasn’t fair! Why was this happening to me?

How long had you been at this? Don’t you require sleep? What are you, some incubus sent to torture me? I didn’t know how much more I could take. Everything was in hypersensitivity. From the internal muscles of my pussy to my clit. My eyes were glazed over. Then finally! Finally you released me from the gag in my mouth.

My jaw worked back and forth, trying to find some relief from the imprisonment it had been forced into.

“What. The. Hell. Tyler.”

The words came faster as the muscles in my jaw loosened.

“Why are you doing this?”

I looked down at my body. I could see my nipples (and even felt them) were hard as pebbles. Looking down at my legs, spread widely apart, at your continued insistence, I could see the moisture glistening on my inner thighs. Evidence that showed me how traitorous my body had been.

I am thankful when I watch you back off and stand up. I just know this isn’t the end of your torment. My eyes follow your hands as they reach for your belt. Oh… no… not that. My eyes shifted from the hand at your belt, back to your face. I don’t know what I was trying to decipher there. Apprehension filled me. I knew. I knew exactly what you intended. I prayed that I was wrong, but it was a prayer of futility. My mind retreated as I contemplated the complexity of my feelings.

 

[dryfter]

“What. The. Hell. Tyler. Why are you doing this?"

My heart sang just a little upon hearing your voice, as hoarse as it was. I could hardly blame you, seeing as you're going through particularly trying cimes currently. I knew I held your attention the moment my hands went to my belt. My eyes never leaving you as I drank in every expression, even when you shrank away from me. I didn't feel hurt at all, even as I let my slacks fall to my ankles. Of course you didn't experience anything other than negative emotions when you looked at me. Those would have to be taught to you a little at a time, patiently, just as I had been teaching you the wonders of your own body.

"Because somebody has to."

Sure, I could blame Melissa. I could tell you about the private conversations I've had with her and her father over the last couple of weeks. I probably still would play the video I had been sent and make you watch it. You would no doubt disbelieve every single word I said about your closest friends and how they really felt about you. I could do all of this and more right this moment to answer your question. But I won't. Not when I know why I'm really doing this.

"Because I have to. Because I want you and I don't want anyone else to have you."

I step out of the pool of cloth at my feet, easily shrugging out of my shirt to toss it in a rumpled heap a far corner of the room. But it's not my briefs that I reach for next. With a slow, languid motion, I reach behind me to return with the stubby looking wire cutters. I watch you carefully as I reach for your heavily chafed wrists. If I don't do something about this binding of yours soon, I'm afraid you might actually hurt yourself. I'm not entirely certain that if you did, it wouldn't be intentional.

With a sharp click, the thick plastic gave way, and your arms were yours once more. That was all the freedom I was going to allow you, and only because it made it more fun this way. As you struggle to regain the feeling of your deadened nerves, I finally accomplish my other goal of divesting myself of my clothing. A soft groan could be heard throughout the spacious bedroom as I felt my hard, tortured cock spring into view as if knowing that its turn had finally come. The room was thick with the smell of sex. Your sex. And its effect on me was now clearly in view.

"Submit to me, Faith. Or I'll make you submit."

I already knew what you're answer would be, moving towards you as I was. The struggle was one once more as your tiny frame thrashed and bent against mine, sometimes against my will, sometimes against yours. A battle of dominance that only one of us could hope to win. Again and again, your flailing body beat me as I feel each blow from hand and foot, even bleeding in places where you bit me in a desperate attempt to get away.
It was demanding work, trying to once more capture your wrists with my own, pinning first one then the other above your head, drawing your chest tight until your all ready smallish tits seemed to nearly disappear. From there it was more strain, slowly prying apart your tender thighs once more, slowly driving a knee between them as you twisted and struggled against me. As I finally felt your tired muscles starting to give up, I leaned forward, plunging my tongue past your gasping lips to claim this part of you as my own too. I did my best to not be too rough, even releasing you when you inevitably fought back.

My cock had been trapped between us for a while now, and an eager thrust of my hips reminded me of just how good it felt. I had waited far too long, but it had been worth it to see you dancing in the palm of my hand, even more so on my tongue. A memory I would never forget. But now it was time to make new memories. Slowly, I rocked my hips against you, not content to just let my aching lust slide across your belly. Pulling back far enough that it slid away from you, away and downward, I nudge forward again.

A childish game of hide and seek with no hand to guide me to your still dripping pussy. I can feel you twitch and hear your breath catch as a couple of times the swollen head of my thick cock just catches on your tight little entrance before dancing upward and away to lance teasingly across your sensitive button. It seems like an eternity, this time for both of us, hell even my breath is starting to pick up with excitement. With a soft moan, your nether lips begin to spread as I finally find purchase, easing forward just enough to prevent you from easily dislodging me again.

"You're so tight...."

I've no intention of ending this quickly, letting you feel the invasion of your pussy fully.

"Time for the little tomboy to become a woman."

 

[DarkWarrioress]

"Because somebody has to."

My mouth gaped as you said those words.

“What do you mean, somebody has to?”

My eyes narrowed. There was a fire already brewing in my eyes and you want to add fuel to that fire? Are you nuts? It didn’t help matters any when you added.

"Because I have to. Because I want you and I don't want anyone else to have you."

“If anybody else has me, that isn’t your call, now is it?”

Even though my temper is flaring, I’m watching you disrobe with increasing panic. I mean, feral panic. You’re going to rape me.

"Submit to me, Faith. Or I'll make you submit."

With my hands free, I let the panic flow and consume me. I fight with everything I have, with everything I am.

“You’re an egotistical asshole, Tyler.”

I managed to pant that out even as my hands turn into claws, scratching you with a fury. My legs aren’t idle either. They kick out furiously, lashing at your person. It only makes me seethe more as one of your large hands manages to contain both my wrists and yanks them over my head. I test my captivity. Your hand is like hard steel. My only left option is to use my legs and don’t think I don’t. I draw them back and kick outward. If I get lucky, I might even catch you in the groin. There’s a grunt. It’s mine. You managed to get a knee between my thighs and I can’t dislodge it. I am frantic. I can feel your cock pressed between us and I know with a certainty where it’s going to go. The panic flares throughout my small body as you rock against me.

“No, no, no, no…”

I don’t scream, but my voice is hardly soft either. I feel you pull back and go forward again as the head of your cock is trying to find my opening. Helplessness. It turns a person into a defeatist. I realize that there isn’t anything I can do to stop you from this mission of yours. I still refuse to give up. The knob of your cock slips up and rubs against my battered clit, making my hips try to twist away from the forthcoming invasion into my body.

Then, there it is. slipping between my core’s lips. My brain goes blank. I can’t prevent this, can I? You’re inside me but not so seated that you’ve come across my hymen. Somewhere, in the back of my mind is the small fact that because of how active I am? That hymen may be torn, stretched or not even there any longer. I silently pray it’s the last.

"You're so tight...."

“Fuck you, Tyler.”

"Time for the little tomboy to become a woman."

I snorted in derision.

“You want to know something, Tyler? I was starting to like you. I was also starting to feel attracted to you. Why, I don’t know. Nobody has ever shown interest in me in just that way before. But now? Because of this? I wouldn’t pick you to be the one to instruct me about becoming a woman if you were the last man on Earth. Not after this. So, go fuck yourself.”

This had only one outcoming and I was bracing for it. I turned my head to the side and closed my eyes. You didn’t have the faintest clue about what made me tick or what turned me on. You could have, but your obsession with me killed all that. My muscles had weakened to the point that I couldn’t hold off the inevitable any longer. You had manacled my wrists as well. Sarcasm laced my voice.

“Go ahead, Tyler. Pop my cherry, for whatever it’s worth to you. I’m going to get out of here and when I do, you will rue this day. I swear it on all I hold holy. I may even kill you myself.”

Silent tears ran down my cheeks. I couldn’t have stopped them if I tried. I was beyond angry. I wept for my helplessness. I don’t know what my future holds, but I swear, I will rise above this sordid mess.