Rebirth..... (closed for Tio Narratore and I)

[Tio_Narratore]

She was in her Master’s dreams as he slept, dreams of a future where she would be wholly and irrevocably his. No one else’s, not even her self’s. A time when her love and her training will have left her with naught but his pleasure for her life, when his needs, his wishes, his whims would be her eagerly accepted commands.

He dreamed also of her training, of the demands and pleasures of breaking her spirit and bending her will to complement his. Most would be difficult, subjecting her to pain and denigration and teaching her to revel in it, but it would need be reinforced by moments of warmth and tenderness, such as her reward for being fucked so hard in the ass.

He stirred in his sleep as he felt her stirring, and awoke to find her shivering as if she were cold. But the room was not cold, and she was warm beside him. Something in her dreams must be chilling her, and, whether good dream or nightmare, she could not be allowed even her dreams as a place of her own.

Up from the bed, then, carefully, so as not to disturb her sleep, and he quietly assembled the tools he’d need. Back to the bed, and he, carefully again, locked the shackles around her wrists. Sure of their fastening, her Master yanked her arms upward, lifting her whole body and hooking the shackles’ chain over the hook high up on the sturdy bedpost. She awoke with a start in a bed and room strange to her, but so familiar to the man who possessed her that he could work at will in the darkness.

He stepped back from the bed and silently raised a six-foot bull whip over his head. A moment’s pause, and he brought it down, striking a diagonal from left to right where he knew his kurious one’s back would be. He stood listening to her response, waiting to raise it again when she had calmed. Up and down again, from right to left this time, and again a wait.

Wordlessly, he looped it over her head and around her neck. He drew it tight, slowly closing it on her throat until it was snug. A quick tug, choking her breath from her for a moment before the lash roughly uncoiled around her slender neck. No sooner was it free of her skin then he flicked it, snapping it viciously across both cheeks of her ass. Another lateral stroke followed, wrapping the whip around her side and across her chest, spaced so the tip of the whip would crack on a tender tit.

He stepped up to her, now, and wrapped an arm around her, roughly grabbing a tit and twisting it. His other hand still held the whip, and he turned it so the handle, made of the cock of the same bull that had provided the leather for the lash, was free. It was large and thick and rough, and he began to drag it back and forth over Kurious’ slit, pressing hard at her clit and twisting it inside her hole. But lips seemed to tell a different story as they caressed her, warmly and tenderly tracing the outline of her neck and shoulder.

Master played with his toy like this for some time, stopping only when he felt her body trembling as if she would have either an orgasm or a breakdown. Which it would be didn’t matter to him, he had accomplished his aim. With that he rammed the bull cock into her cunt and left her on the hook. On with the light, then, and he looked at her suspended form as he prepared a pot of coffee.

 

[yeishia]

Kurious huddled in her cold dark place was blissfully unaware caught up in her own private corner of hell as he made his preparations with her pliant form. She barely felt the pull on her shoulders as she was lifted and suspended; the strain of her shoulders, the tightening of her shackles blending perfectly with the world she had hidden in. She may have opened up her eyes and appeared to look around but she was till firmly married to her nightmares.

The first lash of the whip jerked her body into complete awareness, though in her mind it was simply the extension of her horror she sought so desperately to avoid. Her mouth opened and she started to scream a high keening sound like something spewed from hell, something which arose, encircled the room to finally still… suspended waiting in the silence. The second strike galvanized it into motion once again equally shrill and piercing a sound to strike terror in to any one who might have heard it, anyone except the inciter of the beast, the wielder of the whip. This was no sound of passion it came from raw pain and anguish, pain never designed to transcend into pleasure, it was to unexpected to invasive; no chance given to Kurious to process or anticipate.

In her dream she felt a serpent wrap around her neck slowly tightening, no no no no no she pleaded, please no, her breath choked off and this is when she knew this was not a dream, you didn’t die in a dream did you? Suddenly she was free and gulped in a giant breath to find it choked from her once more as she felt the sting across her ass, her waist, her tender breasts. Kurious couldn’t scream it died as she struggled to breathe, she felt it echoing instead throughout her brain, short circuiting her mind, die die die I want to die, please please, the words mingled with her pain her silent screams as they pushed back at her sanity and she struggled against her will to live, to breath

He, she couldn’t remember his name, he who dispassionately grabbed her tits, she could feel the heat of him pressing into her naked back and something else, rough, cold, invasive, rubbing on her clit and pushing for entrance into her dry tight softness. Kurious could feel his hot wet lips pressed to her skin as they caressed her, warmly and tenderly tracing the outline of her neck and shoulder .She shuddered and began to moan, this was like every woman’s nightmare she was being raped and god help her but she could feel her juices flowing, coating the rough object that was demanding its' obscene entrance.

Her body was on fire, her nose was throbbing pain radiating up into her skull form the ring embedded in her rapidly swelling nose. She concentrated on the pain, in some perverse way it brought her comfort and she could ignore the pleasure from the deviant’s lips and tongue. Her body began to tremble; and then it convulsed with excruciating pain as he thrust the object deep within her cunt, ripping and tearing as it forced its way, to slam hard at the entrance to her womb. This should have had her screaming instead she had bitten down on her tongue and a river of blood ran from the corner of her once lovely mouth and her eyes opened wide, a muddy dull lifeless brown; followed his movements when the turned on the light and nonchalantly went about his business, making coffee.

Kurious had left her inner sanctuary to find herself alone with a beast, her eyes followed him silently for some moments talking in this unrecognizable stranger, struggling for comprehension, finally she rasped out a single word, “Why?


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[Tio_Narratore]

The Master poured a large mug of coffee as he read a morning newspaper, indifferent to the battered body hanging at the bed. A second java as he finished the paper, and then he rose to inspect his plaything.

Her face first, and he smiled to see the blood that had streamed from the lips beneath her vacant eyes. The nose piercing, though, was clearly infected and would need some proper care. He felt her body, as a doctor would, palpating her dispassionately, and he found her suitably bruised and strained from the suspension. Next, her abdomen, and he prodded her firmly above her mons, squeezing her bladder between his palm and the bull cock still in her cunt. It was full, apparently uncomfortably so, and in need of emptying.

He drew the whip handle from inside her with a few twists towards the bladder on the way out, and then took her down, keeping her wrists shackled together. She could hardly stand, so he took a handful of hair to hoist her up and guide her to the bathroom. He set her down on the toilet and stepped back to let her empty whatever she needed to, and, when she was finished, he flushed, then took her hair again to held her squatting over the bidet.

“There’s a foot pedal,” he said coldly, “clean yourself off.”

He picked her up again, with the warm water still dripping from her bottom, and half-dragged her into the shower stall. Her Master stretched her arms upward to hang her shackled wrists on a hook high above, and he left her there, toes barely touching the cold tile floor, while he undressed himself.

He took the shower head from the wall mount and adjusted the temperature, setting it a nearly too hot for the skin. Then he set the spray for needle point jets. On her back, first, and he gradually directed it upward until it wet her arms and hands, back down to her head, until her hair was soaked. Around to her front, and the needle-like hot jets hit her tits like little darts. Her face, too, and the dried blood from her tongue dissolved in the stream. Down her abdomen to her vee, and the hot water tore into the tender flesh of her mound.

A pause, now, and Master retrieved a bottle of shower gel.

“You could use a good cleaning,” he said as he emptied the bottle over her head, “hair and all.”

A softer setting on the spray, but still as hot as one could stand, and he began to shower it on her head as the gel turned to lather. He continued, letting the foam run through her hair and down over her body until he was satisfied with her cleansing.

“Time for a rinse,” he said as he reset the shower head to needlepoint again and changed the water from hot to all cold.

He laughed as his little toy jerked on her tether at the sharp jets of icy water hit her. He sprayed randomly at first, enjoying her desperate flinching from the cold. He concentrated his attention then, first on her hair, until all soap was rinsed free. Her back followed, down over her ass and the back of each leg. The jets found her breasts after that, and their skin became as goosefleshed as her back. Her areolae puckered and her nipples hardened, pulling tautly on their rings. Down over her belly and her legs, and he stepped up to her.

The Master bent down then and seized one of Kurious’ ankles, lifting her leg straight up and out to the side. Her bottom was exposed now, and he began to rinse her thoroughly. First her ass, and he aimed the stream full force onto her sore little puckered hole until the water forced it slightly open for cleansing.

Despite the cold of the shower, the Master had grown hot at his game with the girl, and his cock stood stiffly out. He dropped the hose to the floor and took hold of her other ankle, lifting it as he did the first. His plaything swung in the shower stall, pushed back and forth, twirled side to side, by his hands, until he drew her to him, one leg on either side and her frozen pussy at the tip of his stiffened cock.

He held her there a moment and then suddenly lifted her legs straight up so her hips would slide forward and impale her on his organ. Back and forth, again, and side to side, he twisted and pushed her on his cock. Right in front of him, next, and he pushed and pulled so his cock popped out and in over and over again. And on one thrust he lifted her legs a bit higher, and her strained little asshole was driven down on him. Back out again, and into her cunt again, and he continued his game, alternating which hole he’d impale on every stroke.

The Master was enjoying his game, and getting stiffer and hotter with each stroke, with each slide through his pet’s channels until his back tautened and he pulled her pussy hard onto him. He erupted inside her, filling her stretched sheath with gobs after gob of cum as she hung there swinging on his cock. Emptied, he pushed her off his pole and retrieved the hose. Holding one leg up, he aimed the shower head at her cunt again, the cold jets washing off the cum that had started dripping from her hole. Then he brought the hose right to her cunt, blasting the cold water inside her until all the cum was rinsed out.

The shower off, he left her hanging to drip dry while he went to make some breakfast.

“You’ve been a good toy this morning, girl,” he said as he closed the door, “You’ve earned a meal.”

 

[yeishia]

She watched his treatment of her dispassionately; it was almost an out of body experience as she observed as if at a distance, his rough and brutal treatment of the body that had once belonged to a passionate and vital if somewhat naive young woman. The only moment of comfort was when he removed the golden ring out of her swollen nose and the pressure was lifted for a second from her sinuses.

She was watching and her brain was sequencing the events. She had corresponded with the dominant over the internet for almost a whole year before she had agreed to meet him and now here she was. She had learned to trust and cherish their time together. He had with painstaking care made sure that all of the protocols were faithfully observed; a contract in which her hard and soft limits had been recorded, along with a safe word all packaged with his promise that when the time came to meet that she would care for all her needs. Now here she was in the clutches of a monster!

She knew instinctively that to use her safe word now would be an exercise in futility. This cold hearted stranger was taking all of her hard limits and using them to cause her pain one at a time with deliberate intent. His Cock to her ass to her mouth; his cock in her ass, her vagina and her ass again; she could feel him plunging into both of her tight orifices again and again as if to quite literally drive home his utter disregard for her preference or the things that were aberrant to her senses. Water play! a fear of water inherited from her mother which he was disregarding over and over again; the temperature mattered not as her mind slowly disengaged at the sheer terror he was subjecting her too.

She was making not a single sound but she was screaming in her mind the sounds a crescendo of pure sheer unadulterated terror.

Lissa was running desperately trying to escape, kurious hot on her heels when she spied the door; tugging on it she wrenched it open and they slipped inside….both huddled together their hearts pounding. “Don’t worry I'll protect you,” said the other as she slithered over them and out through the small opening in the door. Closing it behind her she turned the key in the lock, the click the final sound the huddling girls would hear in a long while; she smiled as she peered out of sullen eyes at the monster who thought he was abusing her.

This should be fun, she thought, relishing the feel of the hose now pounding her ravaged aching cunt cleaning it of his filthy spawn; too bad she'd missed the fucking!

Her eyes followed him steadfastly boring into his back.

“You’ve been a good toy this morning, girl,” he said as he closed the door, “You’ve earned a meal.”

Earned a meal? the sick fuck would soon find out just exactly who he would be dealing with in the future, and that pain was in fact her middle name!

The other was grinning in pure delight as she hung there barely noticing the smells of his cooking as they wafted into the bathroom; she was plotting her revenge, he'd damn well better tie her up at night if he valued his frigging life!

 

[Tio_Narratore]

Master had sensed her rebellion in the bath and was not surprised.

“Such a common reaction,” he thought, “they all promise to give themselves entirely, but then hold back.”

“How can they expect me to take care of them, to love them, to give myself to them, if they can’t give themselves to me?’

With the others, it had become clear online that they were not prepared to make the full commitment, that they would need their “safe” words, their limits respected. If that were the case, then it was only a bargain, not a true giving. Only one had taken it to reality before Kurious, and she found herself unable to give her whole being. Where she was now was of no concern to Master: she could be happy or miserable, alive or dead; it mattered not to him.

“If it’s just a deal,” the Master thought, “then I’m better off getting paid for my services again.”

He had made a good living out of professional dominance; there were ladies - mostly successful business women or lawyers - who sought out pleasure through pain and punishment. He hadn’t cared about the psychology of it; he was an expert at delivering what they wanted, and they paid well for it. For them, limits were ok; they were part of the deal.

But he wanted more. He wanted unconditional love, a total gift. If a woman would give him that he would give all in return. He would respect limits - if none were expected. He would care and nurture - if it wasn’t demanded.

So he thought about all this as he finished rolling the butter croissants and placed them in the oven. And he thought of how he should deal with Kurious now.

While breakfast baked, he returned to the bath where he had left the young woman who had promised to give herself to him. He found her cold, resentful, and arrogant, but resolved to ignore it, to continue to drive her to give herself fully to him.

“Your nose is still swollen and inflamed,” he said as he released her from her hook; “come here and sit.”

He led her back to the bath stool and sat her there, her hands still tied, while he fetched some things from the medicine cabinet and laid them on the sink counter. He saw that she was trying to control her shivering, and so he took a bath towel from the electric warmer and wrapped it over her shoulders.

“Stay still,” he said, “this may hurt a bit.” He applied some strong antiseptic to her nose piercing.

She held herself firm as the fluid washed over her sore septum.

“This will hurt more,” he said as he dipped a pin into the solution to ensure that the channel of the piercing was treated as well.

Satisfied that the antiseptic was properly applied, he cautioned her that it would need to be done every four hours or so until it completely healed.

“Some septa can’t take piercing,” he explained, “and yours seems to be one of those. If you continue, I’ll likely pierce your nares instead.”

He wondered if she found hope or despair in the possibility that she wouldn’t continue.

“Come outside now, it’s far warmer, and breakfast will be ready soon,” he proposed.

Once in the warmth of the main room, he removed the towel and inspected her other piercings. He pulled and twisted at the bars on her nipples; they seemed healthy, and he only put the solution on as a precaution. The same with her clitoral hood, though it was a bit redder then he thought it should be. He was liberal in his application of the astringent there.

“Sit,” he ordered as he poured a cup of coffee for her, and then asked “Sugar? Cream?”

After he had fixed the coffee for her, he retrieved the croissants from the oven and placed them on the table.

“They’re still hot,” he cautioned, “but you can help yourself whenever you want.”

He took one himself and sat back with his coffee to watch how she would deal with food and drink while her hands were bound. Her movements were, of course, awkward and he enjoyed watching her naked form as she strained to partake of the coffee and croissants.

When she had finished, Master arose and selected a sawgrass whip from the tools on the wall. He walked back to her and slid the rough strands over her shoulder so she could feel what promised to be hers.

“Stand, girl,” he commanded sharply, and paused to await her response.

 

[yeishia]

When he returned to the bathroom the Other stared dispassionately at him, her eyes full of naked hatred; she barely heard his words and sat passively as he tended to her various wounds. Her shaking was not from the cold but from the sheer force of the anger boiling up inside her and the warm towel that he draped around her went unheeded.

He kept up a steady stream of talk which she mostly ignored, what the fuck were nares? she wondered; he could pierce whatever he wanted it didn’t much matter to her. The fact he might cast her aside hadn’t even registered at all.

She docilely followed him into the main room and watched as he twisted and turned the rings in her nipples and clit. She wondered if he got off on the pain he thought he was inflicting. The stupid cunt Lissa was really naive to have trusted his one, she snickered to herself. The Other was unsure just who was the bigger jack ass the man or the idiot she was sharing this body with.

She sat as ordered, “Sugar? Cream?” She didn’t drink coffee and so ignored him continuing to stare straight ahead. He then told her to help herself to what ever she wanted. The twit in whose body she was trapped didn’t eat cooked food and the man before her knew this. She was in charge of the body now and tempted to stuff them down to spite her, but knew the body wouldn’t tolerate them, she would simply vomit. She leaned forward and took a tiny bite simply to appease him. She would pick her battles carefully and this wasn’t one of them!

She watched him pick up a sawgrass whip from the tools on the wall. Oh so it was playtime? she hid her feral grin as he turned back towards her, to trail the course strands over her slender shoulders. The Other shivered in delight at what was to come.

“Stand, girl,”

The Other didn’t hesitate she stood with alacrity, tall and straight more than ready for the games to begin, her downcast eyes bright with anticipation.

 

[Tio_Narratore]

The Master laughed to himself at the Kurious girl’s little acts of defiance. Even her quick response to his command had defiance within it. “How easy it is for them to play at submission online,” he thought; “obedience is imaginary and transient in email and messenging. True submission, giving one’s body completely to another, not for a moment, or a day, but for a lifetime, is far more difficult. And she will learn.”

He walked slowly around her as he thought, eyeing the body that was to be his to play with or discard as he saw fit and finding it a fit toy for his pleasure. As he returned to her front, he stopped. A sudden flick of his wrist, and three dozen sharp-edged strands ripped across her belly, leaving a network of fine red lines between mound and navel, from hip to hip.

Around to her back, now, and the sawgrass lashed again, striping her right buttock. Before the welts had finished rising, a backhand tore the whisk over her left cheek, decorating it with a matching network of intersecting crimson trails. A pause, and then forehand and backhand, forehand and backhand cracked on her shoulder blades. Another pause, and a forehand and backhand struck the back of each of the girl’s thighs.

Her Master stood, admiring his handiwork and wondering how much of the lash her defiance could withstand. Around in front again, and the front of her thigh received the same as had their backs. A few strands struck high, and whipped across her already welt-lined mound. One must have matched an earlier line; a short, thin stripe of scarlet blood oozed from the flesh just above her clit.

A step back to gain more room to swing, a long look at her tits to let her know what was to come, a slow drawing of the whisk across his palm, and then a quick lift of the handle, and a backhand snapped down over her right breast. The ball of flesh shook with its recoil at the blow, and then quivered as the welts emerged on its pale skin and pink areola. Up again with the lash, and down again, a forearm across the same tit, and this time a strand found her nipple. Back hand and forehand on her left breast had the same effects.

To her side, now, to stand and gaze at his toy’s tender tits and to see how much she might yet take. But a change this time. He grasped her vulva in his left hand and began massaging it, working his middle finger between her labia, and playing with her from hole to clit. Whether she enjoyed it or not, moisture would flow, and it did. And Master took advantage of it to press three fingers into her cunt while the heel of his hand kneaded her clit. He continued toying with her pussy as he readied the sawgrass for another blow. Across her ass. Both cheeks. And again. Again. Again.

The blows rained down on her cheeks, raising welts and drawing out thin line of blood here and there, as he continued playing with her cunt and watching her reaction. He remained silent the whole time, waiting for the right moment to speak.

 

[yeishia]

The other was in her element tacking in each delicious cut of the sawgrass as if it were a beloved birthday present. Fuck Kurious had landed herself a good one, he knew how to wield a whip that was for certain. This was proving to be quite the ride!

The other didn’t shy from the impact of the whip, relishing the pain she absorbed it quickly converting the sting to primal pleasure at every blow. Her breathing was coming in small grunts as her arousal began to build. Sticky fluids started to build deep within her aching cunt scalding her almost as much as the whip as they slowly built and oozed from between her quivering legs.

He couldn’t know it, this genius, but the other would only give up when she finally passed out on him!

The flesh was week but this spirit was very very willing. Her head fell backwards as she closed her eyes in pure ecstasy!

Her trapped other half was also reacting, hammering with both fists on the closed door demanding that the other let her out. "Please I don’t like the dark, Please I want him back... I love him...I have changed my mind. pleeeese!" The stupid bitch couldn’t stand the pain or could she, had she decided she wanted to join the party? Did she think the, I love him, would sway her from her fun? Jesus was an idiot! I loooove him, please. Lissa was proving to be stronger than the other had anticipated. "Stay where you are bitch, this one is mine! MINE! do you hear me?"

She opened her pain glazed eyes as she felt the whisk at her mons. Fuck he was good! A low groan erupted from her throat as she felt his fingers jammed up inside of her, the calloused heel of his hand painfully scraping across her throbbing clit.

The lash across her ass had her pressing down into his fingers, humping like some rabid dog unmindful of the damage she was inflicting on herself!

"Fuck, Harder," she growled out feeling her orgasm seize her like a tornado, building deep with in her belly and exploding upward like a fucking molten geyser! she shook from head to toe as she tried to keep her footing!

"Yessssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss! Fuck Yes!"

The top of her skull felt like it had blown off, she saw herself falling towards her captor as she descended into oblivion....... the other was out cold!

Had he been looking carefully as she fell towards him,the Master might have caught a fleeting glimpse of the frightened girl he had first brought into his home......

 

[Tio_Narratore]

The Master caught her as she fell forward, his arm diagonally across her chest, and held her there, her breasts hanging loosely on either side of his forearm. He smiled to himself as he shifted her light body to is right arm, picking her up around the waist to carry her to the sofa.

“Now that was an exciting surprise,” he thought as he made his way across the room. “I’d never have suspected sweet little Kurious of harboring a pain slut inside her meek exterior.”

“This presents an interesting challenge,” the Master reflected as he dropped her limp body on the sofa. “I rather like the idea.”

He looked her over as she lay akimbo on the cushions, one leg hanging off the front of the seat, checking her breathing and her pulse. Both were strong and regular, but still he put an ear to her chest to better assess her heartbeat. Pain like she had felt, and, even more so, the sudden release from it could have a disastrous effect on the heart. She seemed fine, though, but deeply unconscious. The Master estimated she’d be out for at least fifteen minutes, and possibly for an entire hour or more. He would keep an eye on her; he hadn’t come this far to lose her through neglect.

He lifted her leg so he could take a seat beside her, and laid it back down across his lap.

“Just like a rag doll,” he said half aloud as he let her leg fall. He picked up the leg that hung off the sofa and let that one drop on his lap as well.

“All mine, to do whatever I want,” he continued, “anything for my pleasure, and no concern for hers.” He slipped his arm under her knees and pulled her so her ass rested on his left thigh. “An almost perfect slave,” he concluded.

He knew many enjoyed this complete helplessness, this complete surrender, of the body. Asphyxia, drugs, or, as with Kurious, pain could each bring unconsciousness, and with it, complete, unfettered access. It was always appreciated when a slave offered it of her own volition; it showed how much she was willing to give her Master. Still, it left her unaware of what was happening. Some found a way around it with insulin injections. It was dangerous, but the right dose left a woman in a temporary coma, physically helpless and insensate, but completely aware of what was being done to her. But the Master wanted more. His ideal was a slave so completely her owner’s toy that she could will herself completely helpless, wholly at her owner’s use. It was that strength of devotion that he sought to create in Kurious.

For now, though, she was here, on his lap, and helpless. He raised one knee to splay the girl’s legs and began playing with her pussy. He tugged and pulled at her labia, even twisting them in a complete circle before spreading them to stroke her slit. And all was for his pleasure at the game; she could feel none of it. Her clit ring was clear of her lips, and he tugged on that as well, drawing it to one side and then the other to watch the little glistening pearl follow its fleshy hood back and forth and around in circles.

One arm lay awkwardly over her chest, and he tossed it aside to expose her tits. As one hand toyed with her clit, his other tugged and yanked at her nipple rings, stretching her tits towards him until it seemed the ring would tear out and then releasing it so her flesh would snap back in place. Just for his own amusement, then, he took control of her hand and made her slap and pull at her own breasts. All this, and still she lay impassive and unconscious to his games. “If only she could know what I was doing, and still not react,” he thought.

His middle finger wiggled its way into her pussy and began exploring all the moist folds and furrows within, stretching her sheath in all directions. His other fingers joined the first, one at a time, and each entry renewed his explorations, until all four were twisting and probing her. He turned his hand palm upward inside her cunt and lifted her off his lap, only to drop her down again. His thumb, next, folded against his palm, and he pushed and thrust until he was up to his wrist in her hole. Now he formed a fist and twisted that inside her, lifting and dropping her again and again until he noticed how aroused his game had made him.

The Master drew his hand out of her, and he tossed her aside as he stood up. Her limbs were akimbo, and he played with them, flipping legs and arms this way and that, posing her in awkward and explicit positions, as if she really were some pornographic rag doll. Finally he lifted her to the back of the sofa and dropped her there on her belly, her arms and head hanging almost lifelessly down towards the seat and her legs hanging limply down the back of the sofa. He shifted her, placing her left leg out straight across the top of the back cushions while leaving the other hanging towards the floor.
Her pussy was open to him, stretched and dripping fluids, but it wasn’t his target. He stepped up and placed his swollen cock head against her puckered little asshole and pressed against it as he took hold of her hips. In her unconscious state, her ring yielded easily to him, but was snug as he slowly forced his glans into her. He relished the gradual distension of her ass around him as he stretched her wider and wider until his corona burst in and her sheath closed around his shaft. He continued slowly driving his cock into her, savoring the tightness around his shaft, until his root pressed against her cheeks and his cock head pressed into her belly. Slowly out again, again savoring every inch of her ass’s massage. Right out, popping his corona out from her ring. Back in again, just as before, and just a delectable as before, taking all his pleasure from her limp body, and giving her nothing in return.

In and out again and again until he was ready to release. A final deep thrust, and he withdrew until her ass was tight around his head, just above the crown. He erupted, then, feeling one bleb then another distend his glans against the snug fit of her ring course through and out of him, spewing into her ass. Deep again, and he froze to feel the next spurts push up through his shaft against her tight hold on him. When he had emptied all his jism into her guts, he withdrew quickly, recoiling with a pained pleasure as his nerve-tautened cock head burst from her hole.

A few breaths, and the Master recovered from the intensity of his orgasm. He gathered her up around the middle and brought her to the bed. He checked again for her vital signs, and found her still strong and steady. “Quite a remarkable girl,” he thought as he fetched salves to cleanse and soothe her lashes. Her sawgrass wounds all dressed, he tied each foot and hand to a bed post, and poured himself a drink while he sat and kept an eye on her, awaiting her awakening.

 

[yeishia]

Kurious pushed her way back to consciousness it felt as if she were swimming through quicksand, she made progress only to side backwards again, finally she made it to the surface where she could breath once more.

A sense of foreboding kept her eyes closed as she tried to remember where she was and why her whole body seemed wracked with pain. Suddenly it all came flooding back; she had finally met the man she had been talking to online for the past several months... her Sir! I had been perfect then had suddenly gone horribly wrong she was confused as to the why of it.

Her last last memory was of the shower and… she shuddered as the vivid memory came flooding back. Try as she might she could remember nothing else from that point onwards, the girl had no memory either of the other who had come out supposedly to protect her from the monster.

The bewildered girl opened her eyes slowly only to squeeze them closed against the headache and the blinding light, she moaned softly. Her body was a mass of pain, her private parts were on fire the vulnerable place between her leg felt like it had been torn apart, even her arse was throbbing painfully. Kurious she felt as if someone had taken a baseball to every single part of her.

It was He who had painstakingly educated her on trust, protocol, safe words, contracts why hadn’t he explained this then she would have been prepared?

Even the small motion of her limbs as she tried to move them before realizing she was tied was almost enough to have her plunging back into blessed oblivion once more...

Her eyes felt like sandpaper she couldn’t breathe through her nose at all nevertheless she forced her sore eyes open and sought him out where he sat watching her.

She may have not remembered why she hurt so much but she knew three things; she loved the monster, she was very very afraid of him, she no longer trusted his intent!

“Please…can you explain…I….you …why? D..do you n..no know longer ..c..care?

It took a tremendous effort to force the words from her throat they came out in a soft rasp, exhausted she awaited his reply small tears falling from her confused and frightened eyes.

Why did he cherish her no longer, why?

 

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The Master heard her stir, and gave her his full attention. The physical danger was clearly past, but the psychological was still a possibility. As her eyes opened, he saw that her pupils were reactive; her mental reactivity would tell the tale for certain. Her question was clear and coherent, and not unexpected under the circumstances; all promised to be well.

He leaned over and placed his finger on her lips as he shushed her. “I do still care,” he said tenderly, and he rose from his chair to kiss her lightly on the lips.

He brushed her cheek with his hand and sat on the edge of the bed beside her. His weight sank into the mattress, and she sank with it straining her further at her bonds. He quickly untied her wrists and let her settle into the hollow he had made.

“You said - no, promised - you’d give yourself completely to me,” he said as he lovingly brushed his hand over her hair, “and that’s easy to say. Doing it is more difficult. Far more difficult.”

He sat up a bit. “To give yourself completely to another, you must give up yourself. Your identity must disappear; all that should matter is the person you give yourself to. He should be the sole reason for your existence. Your only pleasure should be in knowing he is pleased...” He paused as he ran his hand over her pain-wracked body. “...no matter how much it may hurt.”

“There is still much of you in here,” he said, pointing to her head, “and in here,” pointing to her heart. “And there may even be parts of you that you don’t know about, parts which may keep you from giving.”

“Your question tells me you still want to give yourself conditionally, in exchange for being cherished and cared for,” he continued, “but you can only have that if you give yourself without any conditions, without any expectations.”

The Master got up and went into the bathroom, returning with some pills and a glass of water. “Take these,” he said, “they’ll kill most of the pain,”

When Kurious had taken them, he sat down beside her again and held her in his arms.

“You’ve been a good girl so far, and have given me some pleasure,” he explained, “but I still have to empty you of yourself if you are going to be mine. I do want you to be mine, and so I will have to hurt you at times.”

He held her until the medicine had relieved the most of her pain in general, and then he laid her back down on the bed.

“Now, girl,” he said, picking up a tube of analgesic, “tell me where it still hurts, and I’ll put some salve to ease the local pains”

He applied the ointment to the places she directed him, untying one ankle so she could turn over for him to do her back. When he finished, he helped her turn over again.

“You can rest for a few hours while I go out,” he told her, “but I’m going to tie you up again.”

He left the one leg free, but tied a wrist to each bedpost, leaving enough slack that she could move a bit without strain. He climbed into the bed, then, and knelt straddling her chest.

“Before I go, girl,” he said firmly, “give me a blow job.” He held his cock towards her face and waited for her to find a way to get him in her mouth. “Suck me until I fill your mouth with cum.”