Hot daze, explorations and suspire.

He slapped her once more, harder this time. He saw blood fly from her face, small droplets arcing in the summer sun into the pool. They stuck together in the water for only a moment before the red melted away, leaving nothing but a sad streak.

"Do not question me, and do nothing second guess what I tell you. I love you, remember that. You are mine now, my pet, my slave. I tell you what to think, what to do. I tell you who you are, because you have forgotten. Your past is nothing, you live only for the moment, and only to please me."

He hugged her from behind once more, his body leaning against hers, hard muscles alongside soft curves. His hands traveled, warm, comforting, feeling her flesh, diving into her very core with his own personal touch.

A touch that was both easing and deadly at the same time.

"Do you understand me, slave, or do I help teach you once more?"
 
When he hit her again, she growled, her hands clenched and she started at him. Tierney looked like an animal enraged and snarling. Her face hurt. It was a shock. She wanted to strike back at her tormentor.

Just as suddenly, she was seized with an unnamed terror. It made her want to flee. She started to turn but he grabbed her. All of her rage and fear exploded into a frenzy as she struggled to get away from him. His arms were strong.

"Noooooo!" She screamed, blood streaming down her face. "Nooooo!"
 
"You still don't understand, do you? All right then. This is how we're going to do it. I told you to obey me."

He grabbed her hair, sharp, yanking her head about as he pulled her to the pool. He walked with a great speed, enduring strength that pulled her to his side. She screamd and pleaded, but they were deft words and even more deft urges to stop. He was hers.

With a splash they both tumbled into the water. He touched bottom, and pulled her next to him. She could scramble to touch herself, if she would just calm down.

"Say it," He spat in her face, "I am your master, and you are my slut. Say it."

He pushed her down into the water, submerging her, holding her by the hair in his viselike grip. He would not ease with her struggles, would not let her come up for air, trying so desperately just to breathe. He needed her to know she was his, and she had to obey.

He let her come up, but his grip did not ease.

"Now, tell me, who are you?"
 
Her rage built. She pushed and hit against him. He grabbed her by the hair. He was still too strong for her and it hurt like hell.

"Stop! Help!" She screamed struggling to get away. Tierney could feel some of her hair being pulled out of her head. He was screaming at her now. This was it, life or death. Tierney might be out of it but she was still a survivor, always had been.

"Please, please stop." She pleaded with him when she knew she couldn't break lose but he didn't stop.

The cold pool water was like a violent thing all in itself. She continued to struggle futilely. Tierney was in a blind panic now.

"Say it," He spat in her face, "I am your master, and you are my slut. Say it."

She shook her head and struggled more.

"No, no, no." She said her voice sounding weak now as she began to feel frozen from the fear of the moment again.

He pushed her down into the water, submerging her, holding her by the hair in his viselike grip. He would not ease with her struggles, would not let her come up for air, trying so desperately just to breathe. He needed her to know she was his, and she had to obey.

She felt the chorinated water sting in her wounds. Her face was on fire even though it was cold. None of that mattered though. She was drowning. She wasn't trying to fight him to get away anymore. She was trying to climb him. He was her ladder to life now. She was drowning. She held her breath for a while, then in her fear she forgot to hold her breath and took in some water in her lungs. She was trying to climb him, her fingers digging into him. She was trying to cough the water out but there was only more water everywhere. Her legs were kicking against him. She was drowning!

He let her come up, but his grip did not ease.

"Now, tell me, who are you?"

Gagging out the water, she was unable to talk at all. She couldn't beg or speak either one. She clung to him as if he were a floatation device. She hung onto him like a monkey in a tree during a tornado. She coughed and sputtered her eyes watering and stinging. Her face was still bleeding crimson drops into the water.

"Please." She finally rasped out. "I'll be whatever you want." She promised as she continued to sputter, cough and hang onto him as if he alone could save her from death.
 
"I know, I know," He hugged her. Strong deadly arms transformed as he saw her weak and limp form try desperately to cling to him. He hugged her, held her in his arms, even kissed the nape of her neck once more.

"It's ok, you just need to understand who I am, and who you are. We have rules you need to obey right now, rules you need to follow. I will not do this if you just obey me. If you follow me I will reward you, if you disobey I punish you. It is that easy."

He kissed her, his lips on hers, strong determined, tongue tasting her. He could taste fear and blood, acid that was as sweet as butter. Everything about her was perfect.

"Now tell me, who are you and who am I?"
 
He hugged her and her heart burst open. He was going to save her! She clung to him happy but weak. She wasn't going to die!

Tierney was still sputtering a little while he explained again to her what he wanted. Her breathing finally evened out but she continued to cling to him like a child afraid of a monster.

He kissed her and she struggled for breath a touch of panic rushed her again. His tongue raped her mouth, not caring how she felt at all or maybe reveling in it. He moved out of her mouth and off of it looking at her with an intensity that made her feel like the hunted. She gasped for air, her mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water.

"Now tell me, who are you and who am I?" He demanded.

"Tier, I mean s, sl, slut and master?" She said, her voice sounded a little unsure but hopeful. She held on to him with everything in her. As if she was afraid she would die if she ever touched the water again.
 
"I am so proud of you," He huged her, held her in his arms, kissed her like a woman should be kissed, like a lover deserved to be. They were here, moments of pure bliss and almost happiness intersperced with hate, deceit and anger that almost went into a bloodied frenzy. Moments of the perfect couple in love weaved together with blood pain and tears.

He kissed her, moving her over to the side of the pool, the edge, where he pushed her against it, let her bend over. His hands were already at her bikini bottoms, slipping them off her firm and round ass, letting them swim under water, free and abandoned.

"You are not just any slut," He whispered into her ear, getting out of his own boxers, "You are my slut. You are my property. I own you now. I love you and I own you. Just be mine, just be happy that I love you so much, and I need you."

He eased himself into her, grunting.

"God, I need you soo bad."
 
He kissed her like a lover might. She felt her hopes rise. She would be safe. He'd said so.

At the same time he was moving her. He moved her and pushed her so her torso was on the artfully patterned but rough concrete deck and so that her feet, legs and ass were in the cool water. She didn't like it. Tierney hated that water now. She hated being moved out of his arms. She hated being turned, bent and pushed. Her heart hammered with fear. Her body tightened. Her arms braced her, so she could push up against the concrete and pull herself out of the wet cool pool of potential death but he didn't let her go.

He held her there pinned to the side, bent over it ass high but half in the water. She whined like a wounded child when she felt his hands grab her bikini bottoms and pull them off. They untied all too easily making removal so fast and simple. She again tried to pull herself out of the pool but he still held her half in.

She felt his body positioning behind hers. Her fear blossomed and she clenched her bottom. She didn't want this. She wanted to be free. She wanted out of the pool. She had to run! If only he didn't have such a grip on her.

Tierney heard his words but didn't understand them all. The ones she did, she didn't like. Nothing made sense to her now but escape. Outside, pools, sun and all of that were supposed to be good things, happy things.

She felt his cock slide against her injured pussy and then up to her tiny anus. A new idea of what he was about to do make her struggle more. He felt so impossibly hard and big poking there.

"Please, no!" She whispered in anguish just before he grunted pushing his cock inside her tiny hole.

"Ahhh!" She screamed. There was no lube, no preparation and the pool water only made the situation worse. It felt like she were being stabbed and torn open. A sharp pain began and she fucked her ass and got only worse and worse. Intermittently there were good sensations but mostly it felt like he were killing her by stabbing her ass with a large thick sharp knife.

Tierney began to pant in a subconscious attempt to control the pain but it seemed like this were going to go on forever. She squirmed in his arms trying to angle her butt away from him. Her outer sphincter contracted in an attempt to try and push out the source of the pain. That only resulted in making her pain greater still. Her eyes watered from the pain and then tears started to stream down her face.

When he shoved into her, she was pushed against the side of the pool hard. Her bent upper body rasped against the rough wet concrete scrapping her skin and nipples.

She didn't know that she was babbling her pleading now. Her ears and mind were not working right. She relaxed her neck for a second because she couldn't hold it up any more her efforts were wearing her out. Her face rested against the wet warm concrete until his next stab. She saw an ant near her nose.

She tried to concentrate on that ant instead of the agony he was making inside her. When he shoved his cock inside her rectum she suddenly had the strength again to raise her head and neck. She was like a puppet on a string. He was pulling the strings. Her body was reacting the way it had to. God how she wanted this to stop. She fought harder but with every diminishing energy. She begged in a pathetic constant stream of utterances that were not words. Her sounds were of that, panting and soul shattered cries. Nothing she did seemed to make any difference to him or help her at all.
 
Jake

My tongue and fingers continued to lick and probe Stacey, feeling more wetness with each lick. I felt as if I could continue this all day, but her mouth on my balls, her tongue on my cock I could not take all day. When I can taste her cum I know its time to change the view.

I move my body along side Stacey’s, kissing her lips, tasting both if us as our tongues played. There were more people walking by, not even noticing what we were doing, something I intended to change soon.

“Stacey, babe, its time to see if we can get those moans you spoke about, see if we can get you to attract some attention.” I said as I moved my body over hers, spreading her legs with mine. My hard cock rubbed against her well lubricated pussy. When I knew the couple who were walkig in the direction were close I head bent down biting and sucking as I shoved my cock in deep as it would go, not waiting, not teasing, just fucking. “Yea babe, this is good, real good.”

I puilled out as I let go of the skin on her neck. My head shifted, taking her breast in my mouth, biting down on her nipple as I sunk my throbbing cock back into her wet warm pussy.
 
Last edited:
Stacey

“Oh Fuck!” she screamed as his cock slammed over and over into her. Her back arched and she wrapped her legs around his waist and locked him into her. His cock continued to scrap the sides of her sex and her nails raked down his back as they fucked in the hot sun. The couple did walk by, even stopped to stare, both of them getting exactly what Stacey wanted them too, an eye full of flesh and come.

Stacey continued to welcome her lover driving deeper into her, eventually she rolled him to his back and rode his cock. Her eyes devoured his features as she lifted and propelled herself down onto his stiff member. She clenched her muscles around his cock and continued to feel her body take every inch of him.

“Mmm.. Ohh fuck Jake,” she shouted, her eyes rolled back as she felt the slippery juices of her pussy slip free of her. She lowered her mouth to his nipple and treated him the same way he’d used her. She bit and tore at his flesh, sucking deep on his flesh, until she was climaxing again. The shuddering waves of lust tore through her and she covered his stiffened member with her nectar. “Oh fuck baby,” she groaned.
 
"You need to understand something, My pet. This is not just a fun little dance for me. This is not just some way for us to have fun. This is a lifestyle, this is forever. When you accept me as your Master, that is what I become. When you tell me you are my slut, that is what you are."

He slammed into her, pinning her against himself and the hard cement pool wall in front of her. She was pinned, trapped, under him, screaming, begging. He felt so hard, needing to be inside her, to own her.

"You are my slut now. I need to break you in, all of you. Don't you understand? How much I love you. Oh, I love you so much."

He did love her at that moment, at the moment he saw blood enter the water. His own pain in his cock, taking her without lube, without spreading her open first, hard dry flesh grinding against hard dry flesh. His own wounds came open, stitches ripping, blood pouring inside her as well as out.

"Beg for it, my slut. Beg for me."
 
Jake

It didn’t take long for Stacey to begin moaning for our audience; well screaming would be closer to accurate. I continued pounding her finding being this exposed as arousing as she did. It wasn’t long before she had me rolled over onto my back.

Stacey took over control of our fucking as well as offering people passing by a lovely side view of her sexy body. As I felt her pussy cling to my cock as she raised her hips, I reached out and gave both nipples a tight pinch. Stacey’s back arched and she slid back down onto me, giving me no alternate but to moan loudly, “Fuck yea babe, ride me hard.”

I brushed the hair from her face and pulled her lips down to mine. I ran my gingers down her back, squeezing her ass as my tongue pushed in to fuck her sexy mouth. I reached lower and my finger teased her tight pucker hole. Stacey moaned as her clit rubbed my pubic hairs. I pulled off her mouth and went to bite down on her ear lobe. “You are one hot fuck Stacey.”
 
Stacey

“You have no fucking clue,” Stacey hissed as she pushed her ass against his finger and felt him dip it into her slippery hole. The juices of her sex had slid all over their sexes and her nectar was a natural lubricant for his finger fucking that he began giving her puckered entrance.

She growled deep and bit his neck, before erupting on his dick again. By this time a number of people were purposely passing by or purposely avoiding the area. Stacey didn’t care any more. Her pussy was on fire as she took the thick cock and welcomed it into her hot pussy. She pushed a couple of fingers in with his shaft and worked her body like a flute, fucking and driving deeper with every push he gave her.

Stacey erupted over and over on his member until she was gasping for breath and begging for his come to set her free. She clenched him tight and rocked her pussy back and forth as they meshed against each other. “Come for me Jake. I want to feel it baby. I want your come buried so far up inside my cunt. Now!” she shouted as she slammed her thick, syrup-coated walls down on his sex.
 
Jake

Although Stacey and I had not known each other long, she knew just exactly how to get to me. Her mouth biting down on my skin not only took my breath away but made my body arch up and squirm as well. She moved back on my fingers forcing them deeper into her tight ass as she rode my cock like it would be her last.

I could feel her fingers sliding along side my cock, coaxing her juices from her. I could tell by the shadows that we had somewhat of an audience, but my eyes and brain remained focused on Stacey. My hips raised up off the blanket pushing in as deep as I could. Her pussy clenched down around me, the loosened, letting me glide fully lubricated.

I felt her orgasm coating my cock with even more liquid, the sloshing sound getting louder as her body shuddered and squirmed on top of me. My hands clenching her breasts tightly, pinching her nipples. I bent my body and began sucking on a nipple, biting down when my fingers pinched the other. I heard her, her voice firm, not asking me to cum, more like demanding it. As if it would be a problem.

I grabbed her ass with both hands holding her in place as my hips rammed upwards with power and force. I moaned, grunted and bit down on her nipple. My cock throbbed, jerked and began splattering her cunt with my thick creamy sauce. I continued thrusting, using her soaked cunt to empty my balls, each thrust as deep as the previous.

Her mouth took another bite of my neck as I bit down a final time on her nipple. Our fluids leaking out and running over my balls as I laid back. Our lips meeting as out hearts pounded out the beat. I held her tight to me, my lips pressing hard against hers, my tongue pushing in, wanting to show her just how hot she was to me. “Fuck yea, Stacey, babe that was wonderful.”
 
"Noooooooo!" Her scream pierced the day. "You said you'd be nice if I did what you wanted." She grunted out in pain while he torn into her ass.

"This HURTS! Stop!" She cried. She struggled against him. She wanted nothing so much as to get loose and run away. The PAIN was overwhelming. It was maddening to her. Her little anus was being torn open. Why? She'd done what he'd demanded. He was supposed to be nice now.

"For God's sake please, just stop." She begged. "You're killing me." Her voice was ragged, coming in grunts and gasps as he made stabbed into her with his cock.
 
Stacey

“Yea, the whole crowd liked it,” a voice joined that of Jake’s.

The couple stopped and Stacey closed her eyes. “Damn,” she muttered and pulled her come-soaked pussy from Jake’s softened cock.

“Bill,” she hissed under her breath as she grabbed her clothes and started getting dressed.

“Got bail?” he chuckled.

“What is that like. . . “Got Milk”. . .and no neither one of us does,” she muttered. “Milk that is. You know I’ve got bail.”

“Jake this is Bill. . . beach patrol. You know the “wanna be cops” of the south seas.”

Stacey finished getting dressed and waved to the crowd of onlookers. She smirked as several men saluted her and chuckled when a few came up and gave her slips of paper with their hotel name and room number on them.

“Stace. . . I’m not hauling you in because you provided one hell of a show, but off the beach for the rest of my shift.”

“Deal,” she sighed. Bill walked off and Stacey chuckled.

“Thanks lover, that was one hell of a ride. Let’s move our picnic to the park and we’ll have real food for a change. Then you and I will explore the town. After all you’re here on vacation. . . I’m not.”
 
"Shhhh.... shhhh," He quieted her, his hand clasping over her mouth hard, hard enough to push her back to him, caught between his grip, his cock and the side of the pool she had nowhere to go now.

"I'm stopping, my pet. See, I am stopping," Indeed he was, his cock fully buried inside her, throbbing like made because of the pain and pleasure of it all, twitching, eager to continue this rape of hers.

"I just need you to understand what you mean when you say I am your Master and you are my slut. You can not enter into this agreement lightly. You can not think it will all be fun and games for you. Being my slut, you have obligations under me, responsibilities my pet. You are in charge of my pleasure, your job is to make sure I am happy. You are mine to own and command."

He let go of her mouth, let her fall back down to the pool's edge. He could not help but let his hands roam her back, finding those gentle curves, pressing against the firm tenderness of her flesh.

"You need to let yourself go to me, my slut. Let yourself go, the pain, the pleasure, your cunt, all of it. They belong to me now. Please, accept it, accept me. I can take away all your pain, I can leave you with nothing but please. I can do all of this for you, but you must stop fighting me. You must accept me. The moment you do, then everything will be all right."

He started to slide his cock out of her, slowly, methodically, it inched out of her blood flowing freely from them both.

"What will it be, my slut?"
 
Jake

I laid there watching Stacey as she climbed off me and began dressing. I listened to the conversation and began to feel a little strange laying there naked. I sat up, reaching over for my pants. Standing and zipping them as Stacey introduced me to Bill. I’d say we were pretty lucky Stacey knew Bill.

We left and headed to the park, settling in under a tree to share lunch and discuss the afternoon’s plans. We settle back and feed each other the sandwiches, sharing a beer or two. The park was quiet and the tree provided plenty of shade.

When we had finished the last of the sandwiches and beers, I pulled Stacey down along side of me, resting her head on my chest. I held her close and closed my eyes, wondering if she thought a nap might be as enjoyable as I did.
 
She felt her tiny passage was torn just like he'd done earlier. Where? In her, vagina. She dimly remembered. Horror roiled through her. It didn't matter what she said. It didn't matter what she did. He just kept hurting her, tearing her flesh. Why? Why did he do these things?

There was blood in the water. The dreaded water that he'd nearly drowned her in. Now she almost wish he had because the sharp pain was unbearable. She'd do anything for relief from that pain. Only what could she do? He had her caught. He was crushing her against the side of the pool. His cock was buried inside her smooth passage like a knife.

"I'm stopping, my pet. See, I am stopping." He said with one hand over her mouth to muffle her screams. He said he was stopping. He didn't move his flesh knife inside her but he was still in there with no lube, no preparation just huge inside her. The pain lessened with his lack of movement but it was still there, duller now, throbbing.

"I just need you to understand what you mean when you say I am your Master and you are my slut. You can not enter into this agreement lightly. You can not think it will all be fun and games for you. Being my slut, you have obligations under me, responsibilities my pet. You are in charge of my pleasure, your job is to make sure I am happy. You are mine to own and command." He told her still buried in her ass.

Lightly she thought? I'm trying to survive here. There is nothing light about this. Fun and games, this isn't fun and games for me! She wanted to rip his body apart just as he had ripped hers, only she wanted him dead. No one will ever own me. She thought. Anything done under duress is not valid.

He let go of her mouth but still did not move his cock inside of her. His hands roamed her body laying claim to it again. His touch for the moment was gentle.

"You need to let yourself go to me, my slut. Let yourself go, the pain, the pleasure, your cunt, all of it. They belong to me now. Please, accept it, accept me. I can take away all your pain, I can leave you with nothing but please. I can do all of this for you, but you must stop fighting me. You must accept me. The moment you do, then everything will be all right."

Accept pain and pleasure from him? They were both equally repugnant to her. He was a thug. She hated him. The pain had sharpened her mind now. She knew what she wanted. She wanted to be rescued. Tierney wanted him to die slowly and painfully. She wanted to revisit the pain he'd caused her back on him multiplied by a thousand percent.

He pulled his cock out of her slowly. She tensed waiting for him to attack her with his cock again but he didn't. She inhaled sharply when her ass was suddenly free of invasion. Her blood was warmer than the pool water as it dripped out of her swirling in the azure water. Little streams of red now polluted the hated water, her blood was again flowing because of him.

"What will it be, my slut?" He demanded.

How to answer his outrageous words? She didn't know. She wanted a way out. Once more she gambled hoping against all evidence to the contrary that he would treat her nicer. She gritted her teeth and said what she hoped would work. She ground her teeth and schooled her expression even though he was behind her and couldn't see it.

"I accept you. I accept!"
 
"I know you do," He said as he moved next to her on the pool side, kissing her lightly. There was blood on his lips, blood that he pushed into her mouth. It was a light kiss, a lovely kiss, a perfect kiss for lovers, except the acrid taste. That seemed to rape the kind touch of the scene.

"Come, we will get taken care of."

The doctor worked on them both again. Him longer than her. She had little damage some ice and a few days rest would not cure. He had ripped himself open once more. The needle stung as it bit into his tender flesh, but he could not help the feeling of elation at her chosen words.

"Mmm, it is a glorious day, my pet. One that will change our fate forever. We are intwined now, you and I. We are one person."

He brought her back into the parlor where the fun had started only a few days ago. Had it just been a few days? My, how time flew when they were having fun.

"Pet, first you need to understand some of the basic rules in becoming someone else's property. I will not fault you for being naive, but once I give you a rule I expect it to be followed. If you do not, you will be punished, if you do you will be rewarded, do you understand?"
 
Stacey and Jake

Stacey smiled down at the man on her chest, her fingers running in his hair and her breathing becoming more serene and calm. Soon she was just as asleep as her lover and when she awoke it was to the coolness of the afternoon. She stretched and found that Jake had shifted during his rest as had she. She was now on his chest and he was on her back.

Her first thoughts moved to waking him up with long, wet kisses, but then she remembered the “beach patrol” and figured she wouldn’t press her luck twice in one day. She instead kissed him once and watched him stir.

“Hey stud. I need a shower... then we need to do something fun. Not that we haven’t had fun already, mind you.”

She grinned and began gathering up their left overs. She stopped for a moment and looked at Jake. “I like you. . . probably more then I should. Do you think you could tell me something about yourself tonight over dinner. . .that is if you want to have dinner with me?”

Stacey licked her lips and waited for his answer. She was a bit surprised by how badly she wanted to keep him with her.
 
He was being nice to her again. He was gentle. He saved her again and then he pushed his mouth against hers. He pushed blood into her mouth. She wanted to fight it, it was horrible but she couldn't fight anymore. Later she told herself. I'll feel better. I'll think of a way, later.

He carried back inside the house. Her ass felt torn and ached horribly. The slow dripping of her blood must have left drops all the way. Tierney didn't want to go in that house. She didn't want to leave the sunshine. She was terrified of that house but what could she do? He'd hurt her just as much where it was supposed to be safe in the sun.

The guards smirked at her with no bottom part of her suit. She closed her eyes and leaned against him. Her savior and tormentor didn't seem to notice or care about the guards. Tierney was terrified of them. She hated them. If not for them she could find a way to escape. There had to be a way. This wasn't going to her life. She'd rather die than live like this.

Alex had to find her, save her from this madman. She had to survive until then. Somehow she had to find a way to survive until she was rescued or found a way to escape.

He put her back on the table where he'd raped her. He had the doctor come in. She had to get on her knees and be laid bare to the doctor. She felt utterly humiliated.

Then she realized he'd torn his cock too. He'd torn it again. In fact, he was pretty bad off. She fought to keep from smiling as the doctor worked on the man that had hurt her so. She felt her heart surge. He couldn't rape her anymore for a while. His cock couldn't take it. It might even get an infection from raping her ass while already damaged.

Wouldn't that be sweet justice? She thought about that. No sex, no rape, not for a while. Her chances of surviving were going up by the second. Tierney imagined his cock swelling up, turning necrotic and, ultimately killing him. A slow painful death seemed just to her.

She was startled by his voice close in her ear. The doctor had finished haranguing her captor and he'd moved close to her. She'd been lost in her thought. Her mind had drifted away. Her eyes were scanning the room again for a means of egress and weapons she could use if she ever thought it was worth it.

"Pet, first you need to understand some of the basic rules in becoming someone else's property. I will not fault you for being naive, but once I give you a rule I expect it to be followed. If you do not, you will be punished, if you do you will be rewarded, do you understand?" He queried.

No, she did not understand. She truly didn't understand any of this. If he thought she'd every be like Vonda he was crazy. Well, she knew that. Tierney knew he was insane. Still, she would do her best.

"Yes, I understand." She said quietly, shivering a little from the flow of his warm breath across her ear and dropping her eyes down lest he divine her true thoughts. Her face became flushed and felt warm.
 
Last edited:
Jake & Stacey

I felt the warm soft kiss telling me it was time to wake. I raised my arms stretching while realizing Stacey’s kiss went straight to my cock. Opening my eyes I found her staring at me with a sly smile. I reached out, pulling her to me, sliding my tongue into her warm mouth. I pulled off looked into her eyes, “There be any chance of feeling those soft lips somewhere else right about now?” She pulled back slapping my chest, telling me she needed a shower.

I laid there watching as she gathered our things. I looked up into the sun filled sky quickly realizing there a no chance of nature providing us with that shower. I stood up and rumpled the blanket under one arm, wrapping the other around Stacey, “Did I ever tell you how adept I am at washing another’s body?” Once again she felt the need to give my chest a smack.

I like you to Stacey, very much so. I’d love dinner; I am a bit famished already.” I said with a wink. “While, I’m not one to speak much about myself, I’m sure we can find something to discuss.”

As we headed back my hands would not keep still, Stacey stopping them with slaps or grabs. She continued pushing me off until we arrived back to my room. We wasted little time in getting our bodies under the hot steamy water. Stacey continued her tease, letting me know with her hands and eyes that I would have to wait until later for what I wanted.
 
she would need to be taught. He would have to teach her. There was so much that went into making a slut. It took time, patience, and most of all training. All He really needed from her was the willingness to learn, and the ability to let herself go.

He finally had both of those things, she was ready, willing, and able to learn. Everything was perfect.

"Kneel before Me. When I ask you to come to Me, I want you to walk with your head down, eyes at your feet, and I want you to kneel before Me just like this."

He reached down and pushed her thighs wide apart. They needed to be apart. It was his cunt now, not hers. she had given it to Him. He needed her to know this.

"your legs will always be spread for Me. I never want to see them closed. Kneel just like this. Back straight, head down, eyes on you cunt... no, My cunt. Ok? Now, get up."

He made her walk across the room.

"pet... come to Me."
 
"Kneel before Me. When I ask you to come to Me, I want you to walk with your head down, eyes at your feet, and I want you to kneel before Me just like this." He told her, showing the pose he in his arrogant insanity demanded.

She got to her kneels. Her soul rebelled but she knelt before him, letting him guide her.


"your legs will always be spread for Me. I never want to see them closed. Kneel just like this. Back straight, head down, eyes on you cunt... no, My cunt. Ok? Now, get up." He continued.

Tierney was ready to kill him now. How dare he demand such things? Him of all people? He knew her from before. He knew Alex and yet he thought he could do this to her? She would cheerfully take a hot knife and twist it in his gut right now but she had no such weapon.


He made her walk across the room.

She had put on countless shows through the years. False faces were required in society at times though Tierney hated the need for them, she could be quite duplicitous when it came right down to it. The delicate equation here was how much hope did she have? When was life no longer worth fighting for? When all hope or rescue or escape was extinguished certainly but until then, did she want to live more than she wanted to die?

Yes, she did want to live just a tiny bit more but that small part of her was powerful. Tierney did as he directed. She would play this part as long as she could stand to do so. He was a fool to push her to this. She would see him destroyed someday even if it meant her own death but for now with no weapons but guile she took on the role like the fine actress she could become.

When you play a role like this, you don't go full bore into it. No, you play it more authentically than that. You play it with reservations but sincere effort so he thinks it's all the more real. At least that was Tierney's view. Her mind wasn't as sharp as it used to be before all of this but that made sense to her.

"pet... come to Me."

She walked to him. She kept her eyes down. It was better that way. That way he couldn't read her eyes and know how much she wanted to kill him or how readily she would hurt him if she could.

Slowly she knelt before him and even slower she spread her knees blushing furiously with shame and anger. She hoped it please him right now. Tierney hoped he died from the happiness of this charade.
 
Last edited:
Back
Top