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Laurel
The woman chained to the floor looked like a fae herself, with her nearly purple eyes and high slanting cheekbones, he wouldn't be surprised if there was some relation. She was wearing only the cloak of her thick red hair. Its heavy waves would cover her ass when she stood upright, streaks of gold counterpointing the dark red mass. She wasn't standing upright now, her wrists and ankles bound tightly together behind her in thick leather cuffs, night black against her china pale skin.
She had slept on the stone floor, on one side, her hair pooling around her, her back arched as her shoulders were pulled back by the weight of her legs on her wrists. Her round, ample breasts were forced upward, presenting even in her slumber. The cold air kept her nipples hard and his morning rod became ever harder at the sight. She had been very naughty indeed, yesterday. Why she misbehaved when she knew she would be forced to sleep in the dungeon, rather than bound spread above his bed, he could never understand. He smiled coldly at the healing marks on her skin. She bruised so easily, but healed quickly. Which meant he could mark her again, and again, and again, and have a clean canvas to abuse the next morning - a day at the outside.
"No sleep for the wicked" he thought as he unlocked the thick chain that led to her bound wrists and ankles from the heavy ring set into the floor. He tugged up on the chain, pulling her into the air and letting the weight of her sleeping body fall on her twisted limbs, rather like how a hunter can suspend a deer from a pole, only the slave was suspended face down.
She woke up from the pain tearing into her into her stiff muscles, but he had set her onto her knees before her initial scream died. She was perfectly in place, kneeling before him, her ass resting on her legs, her wrists still bound to her ankles. Her back arched up, offering her lucious breasts. He knew that if her chin were only tilted up, his cock could slide down her throat until her lips pressed into his balls, and bound so the only protest he would get would be the sound of her fingers scrabbling on leather.
The woman chained to the floor looked like a fae herself, with her nearly purple eyes and high slanting cheekbones, he wouldn't be surprised if there was some relation. She was wearing only the cloak of her thick red hair. Its heavy waves would cover her ass when she stood upright, streaks of gold counterpointing the dark red mass. She wasn't standing upright now, her wrists and ankles bound tightly together behind her in thick leather cuffs, night black against her china pale skin.
She had slept on the stone floor, on one side, her hair pooling around her, her back arched as her shoulders were pulled back by the weight of her legs on her wrists. Her round, ample breasts were forced upward, presenting even in her slumber. The cold air kept her nipples hard and his morning rod became ever harder at the sight. She had been very naughty indeed, yesterday. Why she misbehaved when she knew she would be forced to sleep in the dungeon, rather than bound spread above his bed, he could never understand. He smiled coldly at the healing marks on her skin. She bruised so easily, but healed quickly. Which meant he could mark her again, and again, and again, and have a clean canvas to abuse the next morning - a day at the outside.
"No sleep for the wicked" he thought as he unlocked the thick chain that led to her bound wrists and ankles from the heavy ring set into the floor. He tugged up on the chain, pulling her into the air and letting the weight of her sleeping body fall on her twisted limbs, rather like how a hunter can suspend a deer from a pole, only the slave was suspended face down.
She woke up from the pain tearing into her into her stiff muscles, but he had set her onto her knees before her initial scream died. She was perfectly in place, kneeling before him, her ass resting on her legs, her wrists still bound to her ankles. Her back arched up, offering her lucious breasts. He knew that if her chin were only tilted up, his cock could slide down her throat until her lips pressed into his balls, and bound so the only protest he would get would be the sound of her fingers scrabbling on leather.
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O.O.C. - Just fyi Vero but its bad form to act for another's character, not that i minded what you made daemon do, its just messes with the stories flow and a person's sense of a character when thats done. Btw i love the description of laurel.
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Daemon stared down at the georgous slave before him, he had found her lost in the forest months ago and took her in. He was gentle with her at first...treating her as you would a child...protective...almost too kind. Nursing her back to health (she had a rough time of it in the deep woods), he fed her food and took on the role much like his private concubines and handmaidens did for him.
One day he entered her chamber and gave her a choice. She could be his forever, or leave the castle with the clothes on her back that instant, to fend for herself. It was a cruel thing to do, but it was needed for her to attain the kind of life she wanted for herself. He knew when he met her she was submissive at heart...but
too afraid of her own instincts to behave in such a way. He provided her with the excuse she needed to be herself...and as he stared down at the groggy red haired goddess before him, the outsides of her eyes still full with the remnants of an uncomfortable sleep.
Her lips were in the perfect position for his cock and he wondered if she was awake enough to suck him dry.
He patted her on the head, while staring at the perfect ivory orbs that hung below her collar bone...
"Good morning Laurel."
O.O.C. - Just fyi Vero but its bad form to act for another's character, not that i minded what you made daemon do, its just messes with the stories flow and a person's sense of a character when thats done. Btw i love the description of laurel.
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Daemon stared down at the georgous slave before him, he had found her lost in the forest months ago and took her in. He was gentle with her at first...treating her as you would a child...protective...almost too kind. Nursing her back to health (she had a rough time of it in the deep woods), he fed her food and took on the role much like his private concubines and handmaidens did for him.
One day he entered her chamber and gave her a choice. She could be his forever, or leave the castle with the clothes on her back that instant, to fend for herself. It was a cruel thing to do, but it was needed for her to attain the kind of life she wanted for herself. He knew when he met her she was submissive at heart...but
too afraid of her own instincts to behave in such a way. He provided her with the excuse she needed to be herself...and as he stared down at the groggy red haired goddess before him, the outsides of her eyes still full with the remnants of an uncomfortable sleep.
Her lips were in the perfect position for his cock and he wondered if she was awake enough to suck him dry.
He patted her on the head, while staring at the perfect ivory orbs that hung below her collar bone...
"Good morning Laurel."
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"Did you sleep well, little one?" he asked her as he unbuttoned his fly.
"Did you sleep well, little one?" he asked her as he unbuttoned his fly.
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She told him she slept but did not mention if she slept well, wich had been his question...this pleased him as now he would punish her....
He sharply slapped her across her face...her hair followed her head in a streak of red...as the force from the stinging open hand blow forced her head to turn right.
"i asked you if you slept WELL, my beloved, not if you slept.....now....did you sleep well?," he finished unbuttoning his pants front and let the corners of the now opened fly curl down, seperated by the white bulge of breifs between them.
She told him she slept but did not mention if she slept well, wich had been his question...this pleased him as now he would punish her....
He sharply slapped her across her face...her hair followed her head in a streak of red...as the force from the stinging open hand blow forced her head to turn right.
"i asked you if you slept WELL, my beloved, not if you slept.....now....did you sleep well?," he finished unbuttoning his pants front and let the corners of the now opened fly curl down, seperated by the white bulge of breifs between them.
Laurel
The slap jarred her, but she should have expected it. So many ways to answer such a simple question and all of them possibly wrong. She kept her voice even and her face hidden behind her hair.
"I slept under your roof, Master. Where you put me, where I belong. That is sleeping as well as I could hope for."
The slap jarred her, but she should have expected it. So many ways to answer such a simple question and all of them possibly wrong. She kept her voice even and her face hidden behind her hair.
"I slept under your roof, Master. Where you put me, where I belong. That is sleeping as well as I could hope for."
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Satisfied with her revised reply, he stuffed his hand inside his briefs and while lowering them and his pants with his other hand, pulled out his semi-rigid cock from its prison.
Holding it in his hands he could feel the partly flacid beast needed to relieve his bladder...he had not yet gone to the bathroom this morning...not even to shower, wich he planned on possibly doing next....
The urge from inside him came and he felt the pressure wind its way down to the tip of his penis, it was good she was not looking at him now he thought.
The mornings hot urine spewed out of his dick in a golden arc that connected with the top of her head.....she probably knew what he was doing but might not of, if she was still groggy. He possitioned his prick to aim between her tits...splashes of the urine now coming from under her chin rather than above. When done releiving himself, he shook it off and left his dick hanging there...it began to stir and grow harder.
Satisfied with her revised reply, he stuffed his hand inside his briefs and while lowering them and his pants with his other hand, pulled out his semi-rigid cock from its prison.
Holding it in his hands he could feel the partly flacid beast needed to relieve his bladder...he had not yet gone to the bathroom this morning...not even to shower, wich he planned on possibly doing next....
The urge from inside him came and he felt the pressure wind its way down to the tip of his penis, it was good she was not looking at him now he thought.
The mornings hot urine spewed out of his dick in a golden arc that connected with the top of her head.....she probably knew what he was doing but might not of, if she was still groggy. He possitioned his prick to aim between her tits...splashes of the urine now coming from under her chin rather than above. When done releiving himself, he shook it off and left his dick hanging there...it began to stir and grow harder.
She shuddered at the first hot blast, the smell revealing to her just how she was being used as it dripped through her silky hair, leaving dark streaks.
He had moved onto her breasts and she whimpered but stayed still. Only her skin betrayed her humiliation, blushing a deep crimson as she tried not to tremble. She couldn't meet his eyes after he had finished.
The urine had started hot, but cooled on her skin as it ran in rivlets across her breasts, down her smooth belly, pooling, chill and revolting, in her belly button and the crevice between her thighs.
She shuddered with revulsion again as she spread her legs, the cold urine drenching her red nether curls, and a few chill drops penetrating her cunt lips, before finally draining to the floor. She couldn't keep her look of disgust from her face, and by the time she had gotten her features under control he has seen her wince.
He had moved onto her breasts and she whimpered but stayed still. Only her skin betrayed her humiliation, blushing a deep crimson as she tried not to tremble. She couldn't meet his eyes after he had finished.
The urine had started hot, but cooled on her skin as it ran in rivlets across her breasts, down her smooth belly, pooling, chill and revolting, in her belly button and the crevice between her thighs.
She shuddered with revulsion again as she spread her legs, the cold urine drenching her red nether curls, and a few chill drops penetrating her cunt lips, before finally draining to the floor. She couldn't keep her look of disgust from her face, and by the time she had gotten her features under control he has seen her wince.
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Daemon paced about her cell...looking around at the cold stone walls and floor, his cock continued to grow but he paid it no mind. Turning his attention to her he noticed she was not quite pleased at the moment...
"I thought you would be happy to be honored by that, Laurel. I figured you needed a bath after yesterdays activities, as much as i do....I guess i was wrong. Maybe you need to be dirtier, huh?" He looked at the slack in the shackles and assesed she could crawl in them if she needed to...
"First things first my angel...come here and suck this cock!," he commanded.
Daemon paced about her cell...looking around at the cold stone walls and floor, his cock continued to grow but he paid it no mind. Turning his attention to her he noticed she was not quite pleased at the moment...
"I thought you would be happy to be honored by that, Laurel. I figured you needed a bath after yesterdays activities, as much as i do....I guess i was wrong. Maybe you need to be dirtier, huh?" He looked at the slack in the shackles and assesed she could crawl in them if she needed to...
"First things first my angel...come here and suck this cock!," he commanded.
Laurel
She crawled on her knees across the cold stone, trying to suppress her groan at her too tight muscles and the rough stone on her bare skin.
When she reached his feet she shook her head, clearing her face of her hair except for one wet lock that stuck to her cheek. Again she licked her lips and then she set upon her task. She had learned not to balk at this, and began to give her Master's cock a through tongue bath.
She circled the head of his cock with her warm tongue one last time before drawing it into her mouth. Slowly she took all of him into her throat, ending with her nose pressing into his flesh, her throat tight and slick, the muscles working around his shaft. She stayed on him for as long as she could bear it before pulling back to breathe, flicking her tongue over the head of his cock again.
She crawled on her knees across the cold stone, trying to suppress her groan at her too tight muscles and the rough stone on her bare skin.
When she reached his feet she shook her head, clearing her face of her hair except for one wet lock that stuck to her cheek. Again she licked her lips and then she set upon her task. She had learned not to balk at this, and began to give her Master's cock a through tongue bath.
She circled the head of his cock with her warm tongue one last time before drawing it into her mouth. Slowly she took all of him into her throat, ending with her nose pressing into his flesh, her throat tight and slick, the muscles working around his shaft. She stayed on him for as long as she could bear it before pulling back to breathe, flicking her tongue over the head of his cock again.
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He watched her pitifully slink up to him on her knees...as beautifull as she was it didnt become her to sulk. Dripping hair, large swaying breasts, she shuffled along the stone of the chamber untill she knelt before him again...
Some urine saturated hair clung to her face as she begun to work on his rod...he felt no remorse for pissing on her, she would learn how to behave, she had already taken to so much in these last few months. It took her so long to break out of her shell of resistance...while she still hadnt realized that it was this, wich she wanted. Belonging to him gave her someone to strive to please....and she was learning how to do that....
Taking all of his nine inch cock down her throat like a pro, he shuddered...a spasm of pleasure..."Oh yess, thats amazing little one, just like that..." She then brought her lips down the length of his shaft again till she hit the hilt of his head, he couldnt wait for her to deep throat it again, thinking all her practice was paying off since she didnt gag anymore.
He watched her pitifully slink up to him on her knees...as beautifull as she was it didnt become her to sulk. Dripping hair, large swaying breasts, she shuffled along the stone of the chamber untill she knelt before him again...
Some urine saturated hair clung to her face as she begun to work on his rod...he felt no remorse for pissing on her, she would learn how to behave, she had already taken to so much in these last few months. It took her so long to break out of her shell of resistance...while she still hadnt realized that it was this, wich she wanted. Belonging to him gave her someone to strive to please....and she was learning how to do that....
Taking all of his nine inch cock down her throat like a pro, he shuddered...a spasm of pleasure..."Oh yess, thats amazing little one, just like that..." She then brought her lips down the length of his shaft again till she hit the hilt of his head, he couldnt wait for her to deep throat it again, thinking all her practice was paying off since she didnt gag anymore.
She repeated the motion, sliding her lips down his shaft to stretch her throat tightly around his cock. She moaned at his pleasure. As much as it shamed her, he delighted in the feel of his cock down her throat. She loved the feeling of choaking around a hard rod, working her throat muscles to make him twitch and moan.
It made her feel powerful, even when she was helpless.
It made her feel powerful, even when she was helpless.
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He was in heaven as he closed his eyes and placed the tips of his fingers lightly on her bobbing shoulders...she was so good, the best he had ever had...better than the concubines that trained all day for this...and he knew why. Because she hadnt. Because she was pure...and this was a compliance. Her obeying him thrilled him more than any of his staff, she was special...she might not of new it but she meant worlds to him...and was considered the most valued thing he possed...she was HIS after all.
He was in heaven as he closed his eyes and placed the tips of his fingers lightly on her bobbing shoulders...she was so good, the best he had ever had...better than the concubines that trained all day for this...and he knew why. Because she hadnt. Because she was pure...and this was a compliance. Her obeying him thrilled him more than any of his staff, she was special...she might not of new it but she meant worlds to him...and was considered the most valued thing he possed...she was HIS after all.
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Feeling himself cross that point of no return he grabs her by the shoulders and pushes her off of his dick...
He begins to furiously pump his saliva covered and sloppy cock in his hand. Letting his other hand go he barks an order "Back up."
Feeling himself cross that point of no return he grabs her by the shoulders and pushes her off of his dick...
He begins to furiously pump his saliva covered and sloppy cock in his hand. Letting his other hand go he barks an order "Back up."
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The Lord pumped away inches in front of her sweet features untill she backed away from him...telling her to close her eyes...he aimed for her face knowing he could easily clear the distance...he erupted in her direction taking his first shot...
The Lord pumped away inches in front of her sweet features untill she backed away from him...telling her to close her eyes...he aimed for her face knowing he could easily clear the distance...he erupted in her direction taking his first shot...
She closed her eyes, weak again and prepare herself for the inevitable, the only sign of her tension in her fingers, clenching and unclenching as she could not fight or avoid the streams of his cum on her body.
She could duck, she had done that. She didn't want to do it again. Taking a load to the face was preferable.
She could duck, she had done that. She didn't want to do it again. Taking a load to the face was preferable.
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The first stream of jizz arced out of his cock while he let out a low groan...
Traveling the distance between them its weight brought it down a bit and he missed her eye by an inch or two. Splatting on her cheak the thick translucent seed rolled down to her chin as the second shot caught her on the bridge of the nose. A dececent amout of volleys where not pelting her the faerie like features of her beautiful face and clumping in thick gobs around the bottoms of her eyelids..end of nose and around her lucious lips...it all began to drop off her chin, when he was finished and looked at her.
What a sight...he wanted to frame it. One so angelic looking humiliated in such fantasticly delicious ways, kneeling a few feet away from him. He was truely a lucky young man.
He pocketed his penis withen his briefs and pulled his pants back up. Fastening his belt he walked to her and knelt on one knee in front of her...kissing her on the lips...tasting some of his own sperm.
"Good girl," he smiled at her genuinely....now you are dirty...and need to be cleaned...come. We go to the showers"....fastening a leash on the chain collar around her neck he told her to stand and go to the showers...he held the other end of the chain, and undid her shackles...
The first stream of jizz arced out of his cock while he let out a low groan...
Traveling the distance between them its weight brought it down a bit and he missed her eye by an inch or two. Splatting on her cheak the thick translucent seed rolled down to her chin as the second shot caught her on the bridge of the nose. A dececent amout of volleys where not pelting her the faerie like features of her beautiful face and clumping in thick gobs around the bottoms of her eyelids..end of nose and around her lucious lips...it all began to drop off her chin, when he was finished and looked at her.
What a sight...he wanted to frame it. One so angelic looking humiliated in such fantasticly delicious ways, kneeling a few feet away from him. He was truely a lucky young man.
He pocketed his penis withen his briefs and pulled his pants back up. Fastening his belt he walked to her and knelt on one knee in front of her...kissing her on the lips...tasting some of his own sperm.
"Good girl," he smiled at her genuinely....now you are dirty...and need to be cleaned...come. We go to the showers"....fastening a leash on the chain collar around her neck he told her to stand and go to the showers...he held the other end of the chain, and undid her shackles...
She only jumped when the first hot glob hit her cheek, she had become used to many humiliations, many sudden sensations, but the feel of fresh cum on her face still startled her.
Inadvertantly she licked her lips, and tasted semen. His kiss was warm, solid and despite herself she felt warmth stirring in her groin.
As the shackles came off she rubbed her aching wrists before trying to stand. She was unsteady on her feet and fell against him, her hard nipples brushing his skin and burning at his heat. She had been bound too long, her muscles too stiff and sore to walk on gracefully. Ashamedly, she had to cling to him to stay upright.
Inadvertantly she licked her lips, and tasted semen. His kiss was warm, solid and despite herself she felt warmth stirring in her groin.
As the shackles came off she rubbed her aching wrists before trying to stand. She was unsteady on her feet and fell against him, her hard nipples brushing his skin and burning at his heat. She had been bound too long, her muscles too stiff and sore to walk on gracefully. Ashamedly, she had to cling to him to stay upright.
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He picked her up in one fluid motion in his strong, but surprisingly very strong arms. he watched the crescent shape of her pale calfs hanging over his forarms, and licked his lips. Holding her against him tightly for warmth and security while kissing her on the still soaked forhead...he exited the cell quietly...and began for upstairs.
He picked her up in one fluid motion in his strong, but surprisingly very strong arms. he watched the crescent shape of her pale calfs hanging over his forarms, and licked his lips. Holding her against him tightly for warmth and security while kissing her on the still soaked forhead...he exited the cell quietly...and began for upstairs.
She relaxed in his arms, the heat of his skin so nearby soothing her. She pressed her wet face into his chest and held her arms around his neck.
She felt safe like this, it echoed when he had first begun taking care of her. His scent didn't mean danger then. She lay still, weak and delicate as he carried her.
Upstairs. Good.
She felt safe like this, it echoed when he had first begun taking care of her. His scent didn't mean danger then. She lay still, weak and delicate as he carried her.
Upstairs. Good.
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He carried his precious one up the flight of stairs and past the locked door (wich he had to place her on her feet to unlock) and then into the opening of one of the mansion's living rooms, he took a turn and walked for a while longer passing a few servants that had finnally showed up for their shift. When they had arrived to a frosted glass door, they stopped. He opened the door with one hand...still holding her, leaning his head against her and entered the large bathroom....
He carried his precious one up the flight of stairs and past the locked door (wich he had to place her on her feet to unlock) and then into the opening of one of the mansion's living rooms, he took a turn and walked for a while longer passing a few servants that had finnally showed up for their shift. When they had arrived to a frosted glass door, they stopped. He opened the door with one hand...still holding her, leaning his head against her and entered the large bathroom....
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