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[monique_minx]

((Closed for CGRaven and Minx))

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Claire Sutton shuffled paperwork around and placed it in an outgoing box before moving back to the computer, the phone rang just as she sat down.



“Everbright dental, how can I help you?” She answered with her ‘customer service voice’.



“Ok, yes, no problem Mrs. Hayfield, yes we’ll see Henry at 9am Thursday next week. Yes, mm-hmm, ok, have a great day. Goodbye.”



Claire rubbed her hazel eyes; it had to be home time soon! This was the longest Friday shift of her life and it felt odd that at 24, she was already sick of this mundane, routine system. She unbuttoned her navy cardigan and removed it, her soft white blouse beneath it – blessedly coffee stain free. Her make up was minimal and natural as usual, a weakness for mascara though made her already long, dark lashes really pop!



She readjusted a pin in her hair, keeping her wavy blaze of copper fire red hair in check was almost a full time job at work. Even hair spray couldn't tame it enough to get through the day without at least one pin popping its hold on the mass. She considered that she didn’t really have anything to look forward to, her boyfriend Jake was going away camping for the weekend and her roommate was abroad for some exchange program, though blessedly still paying her half of the rent. It was nice to have the place to herself for an extended period, she had to admit.



What she was really looking forward to was getting online to read and reply to her SRPs. She’d created a handle for herself there: ‘ButtonedUp’ and had dared to dabble herself after reading along for so long. The BDSM threads really got her going, she didn’t really understand why but she felt she identified with the submissives in those stories. The thrill of reading about kneeling, punishment and praise. Oh and the bondage! They were so inventive, she never knew there was so many ways to restrain a person!



She’d dabbled at home, using regular clothespins on her nipples, smacking herself with a typical ruler, trying to hold poses for extended periods but then becoming bored – it was different in the stories with a Dominant in command, way hotter. Tying herself up proved ridiculous and too difficult so she didn’t bother pursuing that. She’d looked up a few places online and quickly closed the webpages; she couldn’t explore that. No way!



There was one person she confided in though, one of her longest SRP partners. He just seemed to ‘get’ her and the fact that they lived in the same time zone was just an added bonus, he was usually online whenever she was. It was at his suggestion that she’d started wearing lacy underwear to work, he’d told her to try not wearing any but that was a step she just wasn’t ready for. What if someone realised there was nothing under her pencil skirt?! He told her that was the point and god how she wanted to just do everything he said but it wasn’t his life and subsequent humiliation at stake here. Although, the idea of that kind of humiliation really turned her on quite a bit.



Claire’s phone vibrated in her purse and she reached down next to her low heeled black strappy work shoe to grab it. She fished it out and opened a Snapchat from Jake entitled ‘Yeah the boys!’ She rolled her eyes; he was fist pumping on the beach with a beer in hand.



“Bye Claire!”



Claire looked up to see Ruby waving at her, her eyes darted to the clock and she breathed a deep sigh of relief, 4:30pm – knockoff time.



“Bye Ruby!” She waved back quickly and then looked back at Jake’s snap, deciding the shortest and happiest ‘for him’ answer would be best.



“Looks like a great day, have fun babe.” She muttered as she typed quickly and then threw her phone in her bag, snatching it up and exiting the office.



She jumped in her little green buzz box (as she affectionately called it) and started her up, “Take me home!” She groaned with relief that the week was finally over.

 

[cgraven]

For the last couple of months Jean Batard had been grooming a young girl he had met in an SRP for those interested in BDSM. It had been quite slow at first as he slowly built a level of trust with the young girl known as “Buttonedup.” On the site. Batard after the third month asked for her picture. She sent one of a very attractive young, innocent, redhead.

Batard next move was to set up and E-mail account under the name of “William” so if and when she used it he could trace her IP and know where she lived and then to see for him self if the picture was an accurate depiction of her. He could also get her real name.

Batard mused so far so good and he began having this young beauty do several things to push her boundaries like nude sunbathing in the park or masturbating on video link for him. All this was fine but he wanted more. He went to her hometown and began to covertly follow her, learning her movement, wither she lived alone.

Then Batard decided that the coming weekend, a three day weekend, would be perfect for Claire Sutton kidnapping so her BDSM fantasies could become a reality.



As Claire went to her car, in the now deserted parking lot, A bag was thrown over her head and a chloroform cloth pressed to her nose and mouth. When Claire came two the bag was still over her head and she was dangling, her hands above her pretty little redhead. A dark base voice greeted Claire.

“Welcome Miss Sutton. I understand you are interested in BDSM.” His voice was a dark, deep baritone that was felt as much as heard.

 

[monique_minx]

It was dark and her head was spinning, like being drunk without the buzz and waking up in a pitch black bedroom with no idea how you got there. Except she was reasonably certain she wasn't laying down and her hands wouldn't respond to her brain's demands to assist her. Everything was foggy...

She moaned first and rolled her head back, there was an ache in her neck and shoulders that she couldn't account for. And slowly, she became more aware...of her position perhaps but not the how or the why of it. She grunted and pulled on her hands and scraped with her feet at ground she could barely touch. She felt like a fish, flopping on the end of a hook.

Cold fear started to seep in, she couldn't remember how she got here...she remembered getting in her car at work and then...nothing. She was taking stock in the dark, she couldn't feel any injuries so that was good, right? Her wrists felt bitten into by whatever was holding them up but it was an ache dull enough to ignore at the very least.

And then:

“Welcome Miss Sutton. I understand you are interested in BDSM.”

Her breath caught. She hadn't even considered she mightn't be alone. The saliva in her mouth dried up quickly and she swallowed as her heart started to quicken just a little.

"L-let me go."

'Well, that was pathetic,' she thought to herself, 'yes, I'm pathetic and scared and I don't know where I am - totally reasonable response!'

"I won't...I won't tell anyone. I-I'm not...you have the wrong person." She choked out, hoping he'd just believe her.


Still, his words were disconcerting. He knew her name and he knew a particular interest of hers that she'd never told anyone about...right?

 

[cgraven]

Jean Batard watched as Claire slowly rejoined the land of the conscious. Her pretty little head lulled side to side, then the little jerk, as her hooded head came up, he knew that Miss Claire Sutton was now fully conscious in her dark world, the bag pressed to her nose and mouth. Jean knew that time would have no meaning to her, where she was deprived of her sight. A world were a minute seemed like an hour and an hour like an eternity.

Then just to peek the young beauty’s interest, or maybe fear, he calmly said, “Welcome Miss Sutton. I understand you are interested in BDSM.”

The black bag that covered Claire’s head told Batard, that her breath caught, at those few words.

"L-let me go." Her angelic voice a pathic little plea. "I won't...I won't tell anyone. I-I'm not...you have the wrong person."

“Aren’t you the one who sunbathed in the city park in the nude Miss Sutton because some one on the SRP site you frequent told you to? Did you not say you longed to be bound and helpless to a Master Miss Sutton?

Jean recounted all of Claire’s dark fantasies and now they were frightenly coming true. He pressed a button, Clair heard the whirl of a motor and she soon found that she now had to stand on her tiptoes to relive the strained on her arms.

“Miss Sutton I also believe you wondered how it would feel to have the clothes cut from young body, bound and unable to stop it.” With those word ringing in her ears, he ripped the hood from Claire’s head.

A man in a leather devil’s mask stoon before her. The mask partially covered his face. He was bare to the waist and he wore leather pants, the very image of a Dom that a young innocent, and naïve, girl might have. Claire was about to have her fantasies come true.

The man’ chest and arms were muscular and bore the scars of a rough past. Yet the hairs on his chest were gray. He stepped forward and slowly and methodically cut he buttons from Claire’s blouse. His cold steel gray eyes held her soft hazel eyes captive as he eased back the material of her white blouse with the tip of his knife to reveal the sensual curve of her breasts. He cut open the sleeves of her prim and proper blouse. The tattered blouse fluttered to the floor. Three quick twist of his wrist and her little white lacy bra joined Claire’s blouse to pooled around her trim ankles.

The soft metallic sound of the zipper of her pearl gray skirt caressed the chained young girl’s ears, then its sensual caress, as it cascade down her shapely legs. The only bit of modesty left to Miss Claire Sutton was her white panties and they were soon ripped from her.

Jean smiled as he studied a very naked Claire. “Very nice Miss Sutton I see your are a natural red head.”

As Jean spoke he cupped Claire’s soft pussy. His thumb slid across the light copper fuzz that graced her pussy.

“We shall have to do something about this hair Miss Sutton. And I do love to see lovely young redheads on their knees Clair.”

Claire it was the first time he used her Christian name.

 

[monique_minx]

“Aren’t you the one who sunbathed in the city park in the nude Miss Sutton because some one on the SRP site you frequent told you to? Did you not say you longed to be bound and helpless to a Master Miss Sutton?"

She swallowed hard, how did he know that? Was he from the SRP boards? That was the only place she ever shared that information because it was the only place that ever felt safe...ironic. She heard a whirring and pointed her toes with a gasp to keep her shoes touching the floor, the strain in her arms intensified.

“Miss Sutton I also believe you wondered how it would feel to have the clothes cut from young body, bound and unable to stop it.”

"No..." She whispered, shaking her head as he tore the hood from her and she blinked hard to adjust her eyesight.

She recoiled at the sight of him, imposing and broad chested, hiding his face beneath a mask. She wondered who was beneath it. But he approached her with a knife and she stilled, holding impossibly frozen in the moment. His knife flicked through each button on her shirt which slowly parted to reveal the plain white bra beneath it. Her eyes pleaded silently with his as he cut the blouse's sleeves and it naturally fell to the floor. Her bra followed with little flourish not long after and she shook her head as her breasts spilled from its confines and her nipples hardened as they made contact with the air.

She felt him grip the zipper on her skirt and whimpered, unable to stop him, unable to hide as he slid it down her legs. Left clad only in her matching panties.


"Please..." She begged softly as he gripped the dainty white covering and pulled them from her.

“Very nice Miss Sutton I see you're are a natural red head.”

She inhaled sharply as he cupped the V between her legs, her face the very colour of her hair at that moment. Naked and helpless to this stranger. Her feet scraped the ground uselessly as she tried to pull from him in only her stockings and heels.

“We shall have to do something about this hair Miss Sutton. And I do love to see lovely young redheads on their knees Claire.”

"H-how do you know my name?" She meant to sound assertive but it escaped as a soft, vulnerable plea.

"My hair?" She asked what he meant by that.

The rest wasn't difficult to figure out but she'd be damned if she'd be getting to her knees anytime soon, the minute he released her, she planned to run like a bat out of hell!

 

[cgraven]

From the moment the black bag was ripped off Clarie Sutton’s head and this strange masked, bear chested man revealed her most secret actions, and her deepest fantasies she had little time to take a real look at the room where she had been bound spread eagle and hanging between heaven and hell. She inhaled sharply as he cupped the V between her legs, her face the very color of her hair at that moment. Naked and helpless to this stranger. Her feet scraped the ground uselessly as she tried to pull from him in only her stockings and heels.

“You look very sexy Clarie in just your thigh high stocking and little ankle strap shoes. We shall have to do something about this hair Miss Sutton. And I do love to see lovely young redheads on their knees Claire.”

"H-how do you know my name?" She meant to sound assertive but it escaped as a soft, vulnerable plea.

Batard then went to collect the tool which he needed for his next task to see how deep Claire Suttons desired to become a true submissive.

For the first time Claire had a chance to look around at the room she was being kept in. It was far from a gray dank medieval dungeon. The room was sterile, gleaming white, more like an operating room than what one would think of as a BDSM dungeon, or playroom and yet there was a X cross of saint Andrew, a rack, manacles hanging from the ceilings and walls. Soon the man returned pushing a small gurney or tea cart. The wheels chattered on the stone floor. It was covered by a white sheet.

Batard had set the scene to invoke a feeling of dread, to keep young Clarie Sutton on edge, to test her.

“As I said Miss Sutton we must do something about this hair.”

Jean Batard ripped the sheet off the gurney with a dramatical flourish. There was a blow of steaming water, a man’s shaving brush, and a straight razor. Jean lathered the brush, worked the lather into the copper fleece of Claire’s pussy.

“Hold very still Miss Sutton less I cut you.”

Cold steel caressed her warm skin. His fingers stretched her sensitive skin. Each pass of the razor left nothing but bare skin until not a single copper hair hid Clarie’s naked perfection from him. Batard poured an amber liquid into the palms of his hands and massaged the young redhead’s shaved pussy.

“It will make you feel……..better in just a few minutes Miss Sutton.” A wicked smile bowed Jean’s lips. He then removed Claire’s shoes only freeing one bound ankle at a time.

“Pretty young redheads should be always be barefooted.”

Again, Jean Batard disappeared from Claire’s sight. She could hear him moving about left to wonder what was next.

 

[monique_minx]

He didn't deign to answer her and perhaps that was for the best. She wasn't sure she'd like any of his answers anyway.

When he vanished from her view, she had a moment to breathe and take in her surroundings and situation. It did nothing to quell the rising anxiety within her. Were it not for the out of place manacles, the cross and assortments of chains about the place, she might've thought she was in some kind of hospital or operating theatre. It even smelled sterile now that she thought about it.

She heard the creaking of the cart before she saw it and licked her lips apprehensively.

“As I said Miss Sutton we must do something about this hair.”

He took the sheet off with a little dramatic flair and she suddenly stopped breathing at the sight of a very fine, old school razor that looked like it could cut ice. He approached her with the foamy substance and she whimpered, her eyes tightening at their edges as he massaged it over her pussy, she shivered at being touched in so private a place, especially restrained where she had no ability to stop him. She fought her bonds again as he moved away.


“Hold very still Miss Sutton less I cut you.”


She wanted to snort and tell him that it was ridiculously unnecessary because she could barely move but the approach of that razor had her chewing her tongue instead. She couldn't take her eyes off it. He was almost in slow motion as he took it down towards her mound.

"Oh god..." She whispered fearfully, in disbelief that he was actually going to shave her.

Like this.

There.


And she held painfully still. Every thought of struggle quelled. Died. The idea he might cut her anywhere was frightening but good lord! Not there! Each swipe of the blade took a little something with it, a little sliver of dignity. A little secret.

He finally applied some kind of liquid afterwards and his comment about it only added to her shame.


“It will make you feel……..better in just a few minutes Miss Sutton.”


She swallowed as he unbound one of her ankles to remove her shoe, commenting about how she ought to be barefoot. The taught coil of anxiety in her snapped just a little then.

"Nothing...nothing is going to make me feel better in here." She told him with a touch of anger in her fear-laced voice.

Then he disappeared from her view again after he rebound her now bare foot, leaving her only in her black lace stockings. For all they covered, they were utterly pointless. Her now entirely bare pussy felt so foreign and vulnerable exposed to the cool air of the room, her body cropping up with goosebumps in response.

 

[cgraven]

Claire Sutton swallowed as he unbound one of her ankles to remove her shoe, commenting about how she ought to be barefoot. The taught coil of anxiety in her snapped just a little then.

“It will make you feel……..better in just a few minutes Miss Sutton.”

"Nothing...nothing is going to make me feel better in here." She told him with a touch of anger in her fear-laced voice.

Then he disappeared from her view again after he rebound her now bare foot, leaving her only in her black lace stockings. For all they covered, they were utterly pointless. Jean made it a point to open and closed draws, cabinet doors, just to heighten Claire’s anticipation of what was to cum.

When he was once more in Miss Sutton view he was carrying and old fashion braided riding crop. He slowly ran the soft leather tab of the crop up, caressing Claire Sutton’s soft silken inner thigh. Then the sensual tapping followed over the flat plain of her abdomen. The maddening tapping moved ever higher as that sensually explored her breasts and nipples. Then it moved lower again he ran the braided shaft of the crop between Claire’s coral pink lips of her pussy. Wit each pass the braid of the crope caressed her clit.

“More Clair.”

 

[monique_minx]

His shuffling was unnerving but it gave her time to fully take in her predicament, although there was nothing she could do while she was restrained so sufficiently. She'd pulled on those chains til her muscles were sore.

When he returned, she took a moment to appreciate the riding crop he had in hand. Sleek, black leather. She licked her lips and held her breath as he used it, at first, to caress her inner thigh. It was gentle, sensual almost. He was merely tapping it across the plains of her torso, ever upwards and across her breasts.

And then he moved it down to where her legs were forcibly spread in their restraints. Her breath hitched as it passed through the bare slit across her clitoris and down again. He kept passing it there, making her toes point just a little when the nerve endings in her clit fired electricity throughout her body against her will. Making her gasp with each pass as her insides began to liquify.

"More Claire."

She swallowed and shook her head, whispering, "Please...stop."

It felt invasive. Strange. Like he was playing with her and how dare he arouse her! That was almost worse than pain, her body should not respond but it also appeared it wouldn't listen to reason.

 

[cgraven]

"More Claire."

Jean watched as Claire swallowed and shook her head, whispering, "Please...stop."

Her words were soft and pleading, yet her gorgeous young body seemed to have a mind of its own, Minute by minute that faint scent of the young redheads arousal grew stronger and stronger.

“So, you don’t want more Claire? That’s not what you said on line Pet. You may not have more Claire but your ravishing young body seems to have a quite different desire. Look even now it presses to the braided shaft of the crop, and your silken thighs glisten with your supple young body’s needs Claire.”

Slowly Jean slips the riding crop from Claire’s hungering little pussy. Batard had seen how her gorgeous body had stiffened, how her toes pointed, and how she had strained against her bounds. Jean Batard knew that the young redhead was sexually aroused.

The ryhmic tapping of that supple leather tab slivering up, across her tight abdomen, each strike of that tab growing a little sharper, as it climbed to Claire’s firm young breasts. Those sharp caresses kissed Claire’s breasts and even her sensitive nipples. It was a scene right out of her SRP writings.

 

[monique_minx]

“So, you don’t want more Claire? That’s not what you said on line Pet. You may not have more Claire but your ravishing young body seems to have a quite different desire. Look even now it presses to the braided shaft of the crop, and your silken thighs glisten with your supple young body’s needs Claire.”


If it was humiliating before to be naked and shaved by this man, it was even more humiliating to know her body was responding against her will and then for him to notice? This was utterly mortifying. This should be the moment that the floor opened up and swallowed her whole...right? She dropped her head to the side, wishing she could turn away from him. Hide. Anything. But this was the best she could do.

Her body trembled in its bonds as he continued to explore her skin with that wretched little crop, leaving tingling skin in its wake as it tracked up her torso again. She felt the tapping getting just a little firmer, just a little harder now. Claire bit her bottom lip and sucked it into her mouth.

As it found her nipple, the sensation sent a tremor of lightening to the ache between her thighs. She gasped at the sting of it and then the shame that followed quickly. Her hips jumped ever so slightly as he moved it across her chest.

"I'm not like this." She said weakly, her voice raw, "This isn't me." She was almost talking to herself though.

Except - wasn't it? She'd played this exact scene before online, only written instead of lived. Her character enjoyed it similarly but wasn't ashamed in the same manner she now felt. Wasn't this exactly who she was inside? In a dark place she'd never dared explore any further?

His voice—Jean’s voice—was darker than she'd imagined the Dominant's online, smooth and coaxing like velvet over steel. Tears burned behind her eyes, not from pain. Not even from shame. From the unbearable truth that something inside her had finally been seen. Was it too late to lock it away and pretend it didn't exist?


'God help me...' She thought to herself as she felt her skin warm in the chill of the room.

 

[cgraven]

This was exactly the scene Claire had written In the SRP. Yet her heroine had openly embraced this very situation that Claire now found herself in. Yet now she blushed scarlet because her gorgeous supple young body was responding to what he was doing to her despite her innocent young mind screaming “No” this wasn’t her….. yet….. was it. Clair’s ravishing young body knew what it wanted as it arched to the stinging kiss of his riding crop to her breasts and nipples.

Jean was not a young man, possibly not Claire’s ideal image of a Dom. No, he was an older man, one probable much older that herself. And yet he was seducing, dominating her ravishing young body with the riding crop’s sensual caresses, and stinging seductive kiss. How could this call to her so seductively. It is as if he knew her gorgeous young body better than she did. That very thought had Claire blushing a deep shade of crimson less that simple thought was in fact true.

Claire could either continue to lie to herself or she could embrace what Jean was doing to her and beg for more till she came for him, or she could fight him. No matter what decision Claire made Jean was determined to bend this gorgeous young beauty to his will. It would be a shame to break Claire’s firry spirit, yet she would obey in the end one way or the other.

Yet Jean had no desire to just wait. He laid the crop aside for the moment. His eyes met Claire’s. He slowly kissed his way down her gorgeous young body till he was kneeling before her. His hot moist breath washed over her delicate, freshly shaved mound. His thumb parted the soft pink lips of Claire’s pussy. His tongue snaked out to lash her delicious young pussy with his mouth, lips, tongue, and teeth. His tongue stabbed into the sweet young redheads chaste young pussy mimicking a cock fucking her.

“Are you sure you do not want more Claire!”

Batard taunted the young redheaded beauty as he let his mouth sensual seduce her ravishing young body. He smiled as he devoured her delicious young pussy. Oh! what plans he had for Miss Claire Sutton.

 

[monique_minx]

Claire thought he was giving her reprieve. She was oh so wrong. She'd lifted her head to see what was happening when the tapping ceased and regretted it the minute his lips came into contact with her chest. She inhaled sharply and watched like she was frozen in time as he sunk lower and lower...and oh god, lower, on her body.

"Oh fuck..." She breathed as she realised his intended destination.

She felt his hot breath wash over the freshly shaved skin of her exposed mons and quivered where she was bound. Unable to stop what seemed inevitable as his hand came up to part her pussy lips and she swallowed.

"Oh don't..." She whispered pleadingly even as he leaned forward with his mouth.

She couldn't tear her eyes away but the moment his tongue came into contact with her hot, wet slit, she jumped in her bonds and groaned in surrender. 'There's no escape' she thought to herself, 'can't stop him, so humiliating...'
And yet, even that was somehow arousing her further, 'I have lost my mind' she told herself and moaned softly as his tongue stabbed inside of her, it felt so invasive yet so erotic and that was just insane, completely wrong, she shouldn't be so turned on by this. He was violating her for god's sakes! Her body shouldn't respond to this let alone in such a significant way.

“Are you sure you do not want more Claire!”

She felt like he was taunting her, goading her almost. Because he knew, didn't he? 'Of course he knows' her inner voice wailed in agony and then seemed to shriek in triumph, 'anyone in this room would know, I smell of sex'. Yeah, that made it so much worse. And she shook her head ever so slightly, her body in conflict with her mind.

"Please...stop...don't do this." She whined softly even as her hips seemed to lurch forward with a mind of their own.

She was sweating just lightly now from all of the quivering and straining in her bonds, a dull ache formed in her shoulder and thigh muscles but both were eclipsed by how stimulated her pussy had become. Her breathing quickened just a touch, the physicality of this belied its appearance, especially as Claire fought the sensations.

 

[cgraven]

Jean loved the way Claire was mesmerized as a bird is mesmerized by the gaze of a serpent just before it strike, unable to turn her eyes away. His head dipped to her firm young breast and he inhaled the young redhead’s now engorged nipple. His tongue lazily circled Claire’s taunt sensitive nipple until it was a throbbing pale pink rosebud on the dusky pink pillow of her puffy areola. Jean then turned his attention to the redhead’s neglected breast and nipple. Then gripping Claire’s nipple in his teeth, he inhaled a cool stream of air over the feverish bud of her nipple.

As Jean’s kisses flowed lower and lower across her abdomen Claire gasped "Oh fuck..." as she realized were his kisses were going. "Oh don't..." Claire whispered pleading for Batard to have mercy on her. Oh, how sweetly Claire begged, but her pleas fell on deaf ears.

“Are you sure you do not want more Claire!”



"Please...stop...don't do this."

Jean’s nostrils were filled with the musky sweet fragrance of Claire’s growing arousal as he feasted on her innocence. Claire whined, moaned, and gasped softly even as her hips seemed to lurch forward with a mind of their own pressing her pussy to his tempting mouth, and what he was doing to her.

Jean Batard was edging Claire Sutton closer and closer to a soul sear orgasm. The stunning young redhead could almost grasped, taste, that sensual ecstasy as she titter on the edge of the abyss that promised her such bliss. Then he stopped, and Claire was empty, as Batard sat back on his heels. The young redhead was tittering on the edge of that abyss, so close yet so far. All she had to do was sallow her pride and give voice to what her gorgeous young body wanted. truly wanted.

Batard waited for several minutes before his mouth and a very talented tongue once more, redoubling his efforts , Pushed Claire to the edge of that abyss. Oh, how the ravishing young redhead tried so hard not to cum. It was then that Batard picked up the riding crop again.

CRACK

The leather tab slapped Claire’s firm young ass.

CRACK, CRACK

“Cum for me Clair!” Jean’s voice was dark, sensual, and was felt as much as heard. As he feasted on the young redhead’s succulent pussy he used the riding crop to encourage Claire to obey as a jockey uses the crop on a headstrong fillie.

 

[monique_minx]

No. God. No.

The absence of the pressure as she had come so close to falling right off the edge took the wind right out of her. Her chest was seizing with tighter, shallow breaths and her fingers flexed uselessly in their bindings. The brewing storm of her orgasm had been just within reach and now left a dull ache between her thighs.

It had been there. Dangling. So close.
Now it was gone.
And she hated him for it.

Her cunt throbbed in open revolt and she bit her bottom lip hard. Hard enough to cease anything that might escape her. A sob. A whimper. A plea. 'No! Fuck him! He will not have that satisfaction!'

She turned her head and pressed it into her own shoulder, hiding from him. Hiding from any possibility he might see how close she'd come to the edge of reason. She wanted to scream. At him. For him. But more than that, she wanted to resist because this was so wrong. Even as her soaked folds clenched for nothing and her hips tilted just a little, searching.

"Bastard." She whispered, her voice under so much strain, very nearly cracking.

 

[cgraven]

Batard knew that Claire had been on the verge of cuming when he denied the young redhead what her ravishing young body so desperately wanted. He loved the sweet musky scent of her arousal. How her silken thighs glistened as her sweet nectar bathed them. Jean knew that Claire’s nostrils must be filled with the fragrance of her own arousal. Once more his head dipped between the hapless beauty’s thighs, his wicked tongue once more claimed her succulent Pussy.

Oh! how Claire struggled, she bit down on her lower lips to silence any sob, whimper, or plea of sinful arousal to bubble from her ripe moist lips. The stunning young redhead hid her face, in her shoulder, as much as she could. Was she afraid to look at him? Might there be a growing lust in her soft hazel eyes? The thought pleased Batard but it was her surrender to his command to cum for him that spurred him on.

Her pale ivory ass was now covered with a fine lattice work of crimson stripes from the riding crop’s kiss, as Jean masterfully mix unwanted pleasure with a touch of pain until they became one overpowering sensation that flooded every fiber of Claire’s ravishing young body from the crown of her silken redhead to her toes.

Despite Claire’s titanic efforts to deny her own body’s needs and desires Batard knew she was fighting a losing battle. The only question he had was how long it would take before the gorgeous young redhead’s traitorest body grasped what it wanted despite how many times Claire’s agile young mind screamed “NO” over and over again.

Batard loved these little games of unwanted seduction that ended in the young beauty’s humiliating surrender.

 

[monique_minx]

Claire felt her body, her whole body, trembling in her bonds. The quaking, unsatisfied desire had brought tears spilling from her eyes as she teetered on the very precipice of sanity - of knowing what was real and what wasn't here in this room. Her red hair sticking to her damp skin. Her teeth were clenched so tightly that her jaw physically ached but the choked gasps and half-caught sobs echoed off the walls anyway. She couldn't hold them back anymore.

It was an unusual torture, she'd been frustrated with men who couldn't get her off but she'd never had one deliberately stop. And not just once but over and over again. Claire never imagined that something like this could feel so painful either. Her pussy was swollen, hot, aching and she was so wet that her juices had started to run down her inner thighs.

The pain of the crop had just seemed to feed this senseless hunger, it didn't even hurt. It just made her sex scream louder for release. Her head was still buried in her shoulder but her resolve was cracking like a window. Not fast. Not in a sharp, violent way. It was spreading. Like a thin spiderweb fracture that creeps across a pane of glass.

She couldn't stop her head coming up when he stopped again and left her on the brink. She couldn't hold back that cry of anguish and frustration that escaped her nor the violent, quick pull she made of her bonds.

"What do you want?!" She gasped, seeking anything to just make this end now.

 

[cgraven]

Jean Batard loved every little choked gasps and half-caught sobs that bubbled from her now parched lips pleased him as they echoed off the walls anyway. He loved that Claire couldn't hold them back anymore.

The ravishing young redhead’s copper hair was in wild disarray. The wayward strands clung to her sweat covered brow and her flawless cheeks. He loved how pale and luminescent her skin was and how it glisten from her struggles against her bounds. Batard slowly kissed his way back up Claire’s stunning young body. His tongue lazily circled her dimpled navel, he smiled as he reamed it out. Light, teasing, little kisses, sensual little nips, flowed up her quivering abdomen, the sensual curves of her torso to claim Claire’s right nipple.

Batard’s tongue leisurely circled her nipple as he teased, tempted, and torment that sensitive bud. When his teasing kiss and sensual nipping moved on Claire’s areolas were dusky pink pillows crowned by her engorged nipples. Jean’s lips pressed to Claire’s in a fleeting kiss leaving the young redhead to wonder if she had been kissed at all. Jean sensually kissed and nipped her flawless skin as he traced his way back down to claim her weeping young pussy again.

He knew that this gorgeous redheaded beauty was frustrated and Jean delighted in that fact as he once again denied Claire. She couldn't hold back that cry of anguish and frustration that escaped her nor the violent, quick pull she made of her bonds. Batard looked up his dark eyes meeting Claire’s soft tear filled eyes,

"What do you want?!" She gasped, seeking anything to just make this end now.

“What do I want Claire is for you to beg for what that ravishing young body of yours wants.”

 

[monique_minx]

She was panting when he dropped that in her lap and it took her a moment to process his words, especially in the state she'd been worked into. Frenzied.

"No..." She breathed before she realised consciously that she'd spoken.

She couldn't do that. It was completely undignified. Her pride felt like it was shattering inside of her as she considered his demand over and over like a broken record. Scratched and squealing on a turntable.

Her voice cracked, she was hoarse by now. “Y-you already know what I want…”

She swallowed and felt a tear roll down her cheek as the pulsing between her thighs made her jerk in her bonds.

“Don’t make me say it,” she whispered.

Was she talking to him? Or herself? Even she wasn't sure, she wet her dry lips with her tongue and decided she'd do anything to have this end. Perhaps he would let her go after she gave him what he wanted?

"P-please, let me..." She didn't even know how to say it, it was so humiliating, "...let me cum."

The words died on her tongue even as they rolled away into the silence that stretched between them. It felt like she went with them.

 

[cgraven]

"No..."

Batard loved Claire little flare of pride even though he knew that her pious young mind had already lost the battle with her gorgeous needy young body.

“Y-you already know what I want………Don’t make me say it,” she whispered. Batard had every intention of making the proud young redhead beg for what her supple young body wanted. A tear rolled down her cheek, now even Claire Sutton knew the battle was lost and she would have to swallow her pride and submit to this man.

"P-please, let me..........let me cum."

“Of course, Claire.

Jean’s tongue finally granted the young redhead’s ravishing young body what it so wanted, so craved, the only price Claire had to pay was her humiliation and self-respect.

After Clair’s young supple body had embraced what it had so long desired as she had hung in her bounds. Jean smiled as Claire had taken her first steps into his dark world, a world that Miss Claire Sutton would become all too familiar with.

Batard fasten a leather collar and leash around Claire’s slender neck, a click told the young beauty he had locked the collar in place. Then he released her from the chains that had held her spread eagle and open to his darkest desires. Claire felt a tug on her leash as Batard simply said “Come.”

He led the naked young beauty, barefooted, from the sterile room of her humiliation to a room just as sterile that appeared empty at first glance. The only thing that would attract a viewer’s attention was a series of rings along the wall and a hose on a wall rack. Batard tied Claire’s leash to a ring. The retrieved the hose, twisted its nozzle. A powerful stream of water jetted from its brass nozzle. Batard slowly raised the nozzle, and the stream of water slowly crept across the tile floor towards Claire, up her statuesque legs toward her shaved pussy.

That stream of water drove Claire to her knees as he washed the sweat and the tears from her. It was hardly refreshing, yet it woke every fiber in Caire’s stunning young body with its stinging caress. Batard shut the stinging stream of water off. Claire’s skin glisten a delightful shade of pink from her shower.

“I think now I shall fuck you, Miss Sutton. But first perhaps I should wash that pink little pussy of yours?”

Batard once more picked up the brass nozzle, adjusted the force of the stream and began to approach Claire, the nozzle pointed at her pussy.

 

[monique_minx]

The pressure of Jean's tongue drove her high again and she was afraid he'd stop despite his assurances. Claire had teetered on the brink for hours, her clit was swollen and her pussy dripping onto the floor by the time she ascended that step into bliss and came. She shuddered violently, she thought she may have screamed in ecstasy but she was so detached, so far gone, that she couldn't be sure anymore. Finally, she hung slack and motionless. The sound of her trying to catch her breath filled the room.

She felt the band encircle her throat and heard the click but it didn't matter to Claire. When she felt the release of her limbs, her brain screamed because her shoulders ached so much. He instructed her to follow and she did, albeit mindlessly as she tried to rub her shoulder on one side and then the other as quickly as possible while she stumbled behind him. Before she had a chance to even realise she was in another room let alone inspect it, he'd tied the leash to a ring on the wall.

She pulled on it and then looked around wildly, just in time to watch the hose turned on and the water spurt from it. Claire gasped as the sting of the water pressure struck her legs and then travelled upwards with Jean's aim and she hopped around at first, turned around and tried to ensure the water wasn't directed at any single space of skin for too long. She cried out and went to her knees, trying to bunch her body up so that there was less of her to aim for. Offering only her back and side as a target.

She was soaking wet, shivering in the cold and utterly terrified by the shocking onslaught by the time he was done. She panted and whimpered where she hugged her knees on the floor.

“I think now I shall fuck you, Miss Sutton. But first perhaps I should wash that pink little pussy of yours?”

'Oh hell no!' She thought to herself, reaching up to fumble with the collar in an attempt to free herself as she tried to protect herself from him in her little hunched ball.

"Don't fucking touch me!" She yelled at him, wishing she felt as brave as she hoped she sounded.

 

[cgraven]

Oh, how the naked little redheaded nymph tried to protect her ravishing young body. Frist she was forced to her knees, then to a pathetic little ball curled in the fetal position on the tile floor by the powerful stream of water. Yet when he casual informed Claire that he intended to fuck her and wash her pink little pussy Claire Sutton’s temper flared .

“Oh, hell no!” Claire’s mind screamed as she began to struggle with the leather collar about her slender neck and to her chagrin the collar remained firmly locked in place.

“I do enjoy a young beauty such as yourself Miss Sutton who struggles against her fate.”

Batard leaned closer and whispered into Claire’s ear. “I have a weakness for pretty little redhead like you Claire. Half the fun is taking you, fucking you, and bending you to my will Claire. Until you become a loving little slave.”

Jean Batard loved taunting the gorgeous young beauty, for Claire Sutton was in no position to stop him.

"Don't fucking touch me!" She yelled, yet far being laced with strength and conviction, her angelic voice belied the strength of her words. Batard once more reached for the hose. This time the stream of water was much less powerful then before as he approached the huddled little redhead cringing on the floor. The stream of water crept up Clair’s shapely legs. Inch by inch it climbed toward her pussy. The steady stream of water parted Claire’s labia as Batard began to fuck Claire with the tapper tip of the brass nozzle.

Batard laughed, “You’ll be nice and clean and your delicious little pussy will be ready to fuck………..That is un lest you would like to stand up lean against the wall your leg spread and beg me to fuck you right now Miss Sutton.”

Oh, what fun it was toying with the young redhead’s sweet young mind and supple young body.

 

[monique_minx]

Claire felt him approach her rather than saw him as he squeezed between her tightly clenched thighs with the hose and she gripped his wrists tightly, her fingernails biting into his skin as she tried to stop him forcing the hose nozzle into her. She slowed him down but couldn't compare with his strength as he forced it inside of her, the brass was unforgiving and cold. A wet squelching sound issued and the water trickled from inside of her.

"No..." She whispered.

Her legs were trapped beneath her where she'd cowered and Claire realised she'd have to cede to him fucking her with the hose in order to protect herself any further. So she allowed it as she wriggled a leg out from under herself, grunting as she felt the hose slide deeper inside of her.

“You’ll be nice and clean and your delicious little pussy will be ready to fuck………..That is unless you would like to stand up lean against the wall your leg spread and beg me to fuck you right now Miss Sutton.”

"Fuck you!" She spat at him and wrangled her legs free.

She launched her feet firmly in his direction, doing anything she could to force herself away from him. She pushed at him with both hands and feet and felt the hose spring free of her as she pulled back as far as the wretched leash would allow her to. Claire reached up to wrestle with the leash clip again, trying to free herself.

"God fucking damn it!" Her hands were shaking and slippery, unclipping something you can't see is difficult under the best of circumstances and she was far from such.

 

[cgraven]

Jean Batard, recovering from Claire Sutton’s, sharp little claws that had dug into his arms and her feet kicking into his chest. He slowly got to his feet as Claire desperately tried to free her leash, that kept her bound in place.

“So, you are a little wildcat Miss Sutton.” Rather than being upset Batard was pleased it would be much more interesting and enjoyable bending the gorgeous young redhead to his will, as she fought him every step of the way. He very much looked forward to drawing this little wildcats claw and making her his little sex kitten.

Batard retrieved the hose, a twist of the nozzle and the now powerful jet of water crept towards Claire taunt little ass and her soft, violated young pussy. “That was a very foolish of you Miss Sutton………….I fear now I must punish you, as well as fuck you. Tell me Miss Sutton has anyone ever fucked that sweet little ass of yours?”

Once more the powerful jetting, pulsating, stream of water drove Claire to her knees. Jean took a pair of handcuffs from his belt. He captured one of her delicate wrists and snapped one cuff to her wrist. The other cuff to a round iron ring that hung from the tiled wall. Claire Sutton was truly caught now.

Batard Slammed the young redhead, face first to the wall, her cheek now pressed to it, then kicked her feet apart, “Spread them Miss Sutton!”

His thumbs spread the firm cheeks of Clair’s ass. “I am going to fuck that tight ass of yours Miss Sutton until you beg me to do it again.”

 

[monique_minx]

“That was a very foolish of you Miss Sutton………….I fear now I must punish you, as well as fuck you. Tell me Miss Sutton has anyone ever fucked that sweet little ass of yours?”

Claire stopped focusing on the leash as he spoke and looked up in time to see the hose spring to life with renewed vigour, she screamed and covered her face, sinking to the ground again as the stinging pressure lashed her skin. She was panting and dripping when he turned off the hose again and she felt a cold harshness encircle her wrist with a click, Jean practically yanked her to her feet to reach the ring on the wall. She went with it because the bite of the metal into her skin was painful.

He brutally slammed her into the wall, her breasts crushed against the unforgiving tile and Claire felt him kicking her legs apart. Ordering her to spread them. She whimpered, she was vulnerable and scared now. Her sopping red hair not nearly enough barrier between them. She felt his thumb on her ass, spreading her cheeks and decided to try to become one with the damn wall instead of pushing back against him to get him off her. She was rigid, frozen against the tile that held her captive.

“I am going to fuck that tight ass of yours Miss Sutton until you beg me to do it again.”

All the saliva dried up in her mouth and died upon hearing his threat. What the hell did that mean? He'd fuck her until she begged him...to fuck her? It didn't even matter, she most certainly wasn't ready for anal sex, she'd only ever experimented with toys - a small jelly butt plug here and maybe a jewelled one there, nothing comparable to the size and girth of an actual cock! She hadn't worked her way up to that stuff yet.

"Please don't! I-I...no one has...I've never had..." She swallowed.

Fuck.

"I've only done butt plugs!" She managed to squeeze that out, god it was humiliating.

"I've never had anyone...there, before. Please, I'll...fuck, I'll do anything!" She panicked, the desperation just leapt from her without any thought whatsoever.