(Edit #2)

Slipping in through my

Window...

...Must have left her

Wild home

Of the forest, and

Scrublands,

With a face

Like a poem...

...Now she’s smiling at me,

While her legs spread apart!...

...I use them like rails,

As I scale to her heart!...

...I hear her lips sigh,

As I start to go deep...

Kissing, and licking her

Where her trembling

Hills meet...

...Her legs

Close around me,

And she says:

“Can we fuck?...”

...My cock is so hard,

That I’d say

She’s in luck!...

...I take my hot rod,

And I tickle her

Clit,

As she shimmers in

Glitter,

I will love

Every bit...

...She wants me inside,

But I’m not ready

Yet,

I have not felt the draw...

...I must hear her call out,

Before I lay down

This law.

She smiles at me,

And her legs spread apart...

...I use them like rails,

As I scale to her heart...

...She’s a spiritual fairie,

With butterfly wings...

When she cums it

Cascades

Down my hips

Like a spring!...

As we fuck the

Sun down,

And we sweat

Through the wood

In floorboards below us,

She tells me

It feels good,

And I know

It will be such

A shame to divide.

Will you come back,

My love,

When the sun’s

In the sky,

And I’m old,

But still young?...

...Dream she

Keeps me in mind.

©

2018

Bunny Villaire

He slams forward...

And with one thrust, he fills me. I'm already on the edge and the feeling is a drug I crave. I love being here. Dangling before the drop and my master loves putting me in this position.

He pounds into me again and again, I keep my mouth shut and he keeps the grip on my throat tight. I love the way he uses me. Like I'm only a doll to satisfy my needs. I don't need an orgasm, his touch sets my body alight and that's all I'll ever need. My flamed arousal grows and my moan comes forward.

"Aah, master. I'm such a slut that I love being your toy. Fuck me however and whenever you want. I'm your doll. Ahhh. Your slave. Fuck! Fuck... I'm whatever you want me to be."

He's happy with the way of my moaning as he ignores me. If i did wrong, I'd have heard his voice telling me so. A punishment to come would have been in my head. I don't mind my punishments when I know I don't deserve them. It's because he has needs and I'm happy to be the one to help those needs be met. It's when I deserve the punishment it hurts... That's when I know I have done wrong and displeased him. That's when I feel bad.

"On your knees whore!" He pulls his cock from my sore hole and I drop to my knees quickly. I love this part.

He wanks himself fast and hard, pointing the head of his dick toward my face. "Beg me for your reward Seven!" He grows out.

"Please cum on my face Master. I beg you to let me feel your hot cum all over me... I need this reward. I've been a good slut." just before I finish speaking, he comes. His hot milk spraying my face and I feel the familiar feeling of peace mixed with euphoria as the heat soaks me.

This is my orgasm. His orgasm is mine... Mentally, of course. I feel proud of myself as he turns to get dressed. He leaves me in this position on my knees whilst he begins to cover his God like body. I hate when he puts himself away like this... I wish I could look at him all the time. The cum dries against my skin which probably means I'm not allowed to swallow it today.

He looks at me as he begins to button up his crisp white shirt, his blue eyes sparkling. "Get showered and dressed Seven. I need your help today. I'll put the clothes out for you."

Dread fills me. "Yes master." I stand and head to the spare shower while worry forces my eyes to water. I don't know what I did wrong. Maybe it's because he has a new slut now. I can't remember the last time I wore actual clothes. I let the anger escape the small cage in my mind as I hit the shower on. Leaving the water at a cold temperature so that it can freeze my heart as it freezes my body. My nipples harder and my clit pulses as I rub the coconut shampoo into my hair.

It doesn't take me long before I exit the bathroom and walk into my own room. The room is barely used and consists of an old thin bed, a shitty mattress that the springs poke through, and a chest of drawers. On my bed are real clothes. Not a school girl costume or a ripped lace negligee. But a black dress, black bra and panties and black shoes. This is something a business woman would wear. I don't like it.

I mentally argue with myself for around two minutes before picking up the panties and slipping them up my legs. They're soft. Silky. I hate this. Why do I have to wear real clothes? This slut is going to try and take my place and there's no way I'll let that happen!

I'm going to have to be careful now. Master putting me in clothes can't be a good sign. Even shoes! Unless he's sending me on an errand. I finally finish dressing and catch sight of myself in the mirror hanging on the back of my door. That doesn't look like me. I look like a posh lady. One that snaps her fingers and gets what she wants.

I cock my head to the side and my blonde hair falls over my shoulder, then I click my fingers of my right hand and raise a brow. Perhaps I'm supposed to look like this. I smile. It's strange and it feels as though I'm looking at somebody else.

I turn to leave when I catch the white box and note on my dressing table.

I head over to it and pick up the note... Its from master.

"Seven... Don't worry. Wear this and come to the kitchen. You're still my number one."

I like that he understands me so well. He knows I'm panicking and he's done what he needs to, to soothe me. Deep down, my other voice is yelling at me. Telling me I'm stupid. He's only doing this because there's reason to worry. Otherwise they'd be no need for a damn note. He must think I'm stupid!

I pick up the white box and open it by sliding the gold switch at the side.

It's a necklace. It's bright and shining with diamonds. A large Sapphire stone in the middle of the choker. If he wants me to wear this, I have to take my proper collar off.

I exchange them and look in the mirror again. I feel numb. It's beautiful and cold. It has no feeling like my collar did and I want to rip the jewels apart. I look like a rich bitch about to cause havoc and I hope against hope, that it's a new roleplay he'd like to try.

I know that's not going to be the case. He wants to get rid of me. This is my goodbye present.

I take my time as I walk down the stairs, and through the large marble Hall. My Addiction stands in the kitchen, he cooks something while the naked slut stands. She's out of her cage and she's stunning.

Her dark hair drifts down her back like a waterfall of treacle. I see the tattoo creeping over her backside and up the side of her back. She has a perfect figure and large black eyes. She's an exotic princess. She's a beautiful slave. I want to kill her.

"Master." I state as I stand at the door awaiting instructions.

He turns to me, wearing his suit, gorgeous as always. "You look beautiful, Sapphire. I'm going to need your help today. So sit down, whilst I fix you breakfast. Then I'll explain."

No! No no no no. He called me by my name. He's fixing me breakfast. He's allowing me to sit on the actual chair.

I slowly lower my backside to the wooden chair as though I could break it with the slightest touch. Then I stay, wide eyed as I wait with dread for the awful news that's about to hit me.

I was devoted to my master. He's my everything. My Teacher, my lover... My god. I would honestly do anything he asks of me. And he knows what a good girl I am to him too.

My name is Number 7, and this is how I became the other me...

It was a Saturday morning and it was cold outside. The snow could be seen from the window of the kitchen as I prepared my masters breakfast. I woke up and attached the chains to my body myself, leaving my master to rest. I liked the way, the chains pulled against my nipple and clit piercings. My collar was tight, just how I liked it. I wore no clothes. There was no need for clothes for a slut like me.

I finished his pancakes just as the coffee machine bleeped. I placed them all on the blue anchor patterned tray and turned to walk from the kitchen. I ignored the new girl in her cage. She arrived last night, and I already hated her. I wanted to drag the cage outside and leave her naked in the snow. Maybe she'd die and I could keep Master to myself.

I carried the tray up the stairs and quietly knocked on Masters door before pushing the door open and padding through to his bedside. My toes scrunched into the black deep shag pile rug. I loved this room. It was my haven. I was barely allowed to orgasm in this room. Always kept in denial, always horny but only a toy to my masters needs.

I knew I wasn't in love with my master. But I was addicted to him. The difference being, love can give hope and happiness. Love can conquer all. Addiction on the other hand will eventually destroy you.

I placed the tray on his bedside table and waited stood with my eyes to the floor. My pussy drooled at only being in this room. This is where my addiction sleeps. I'm not allowed to touch him without his permission, but my body craves his contact as it does everytime I'm near him.

I wait fifteen seconds before his alarm starts and he rolls onto his back with a grunt, pulling the black satin sheets as he moves revealing his hard cock.

"Good morning sunshine." He says to me. Moving his pitch black hair from his iced blue eyes. "Get into position."

"Yes master." I reply before clambering onto the bed on my hands and knees. My hands on the left side of his body, my knees on his right. I'm sure to keep my back straight as he places his breakfast tray upon me. I love being his table and slowly, my juices begin to pool in my cunt. I'm hungry for his touch as always, and I stay silent as he eats his food.

"How is the new girl doing Seven? Is she playing up?"

Jealousy grinds against my heart as he mentions her. I hate her. I want to watch her writhe in pain. "She's fine master. She should be happy to be your slave."

"Are you happy being my slave Seven? Do you enjoy being my toy?" His hand comes to gently stroke against my backside as he asks me the question and I hold in my moan.

"Of course master. I love being whatever you want me to be. Whenever you want me to be it."

"Tell me how much you need my cock slut!"

He says the words in his dark voice and I know he's horny. He removes the tray from my back and slides from beneath me. I keep my position as his table. I haven't been told to move yet.

"I crave your big thick cock master. It's the biggest, best most come worthy cock in the world and I'll never get enough of it. I worship your massive dick master and I love when you're cock touches me."

"Keep going slut. I know how wet you are... Don't come on my sheets or you'll be licking it off."

I moan. I can't help it. "Oh master, I feel alive when I feel your cock on my body. I love it on my face. It makes me feel like a dirty Slut when you choke me with your dick. When it's in any of my holes, I feel like a filthy, cum thirsty toy of yours. I'll never want another."

He's playing a game he often plays. He's turning me on with my own words.

"Face up!" He grips my hair and yanks my head back. "You fucking love this don't you?" He asks as he begins to swipe his cock over my face. He slides his solidity across my lips and orders me to stick out my tongue.

"You're disgusting aren't you? Enjoying being treated like a whore."

"Yes master." I mumble whilst keeping my tongue out. He slaps his hot thick cock against my tongue and I feel it echo against my pussy.

"Do you want to come right now, Seven?"

He removes his cock from me and stands before me, stroking his beast inches from my face.

"Yes master. If that's your wish master."

"Stand against the wall! Leg up to your shoulder."

I scramble from the bed and rush to the wall before pulling my leg up and holding my calf against my shoulder. My pussy is on show and exposed for whatever he wants.

"You're such a dirty fucking slut aren't you. Look at how turned on you are, before I've even begun to touch your pathetic cunt. You're so wet it's dripping down your leg."

"Yes master. I'm a pathetic horny slut. I get wet too easily, because I'm a dirty perverted slave."

"Hmm..." He closes the distance to me and wraps one hand around my throat, squeezing tightly against my collar, then pushes the head of his big dick into my hole. "I'm going to fuck you now slave. You will not make a sound unless it's to tell me what a slut you are. Understand?"

"Yes Master. Your filthy slut understands."

"Good whore! Don't cum."

Then he slams forward.

Spank me

Beat me

Pull my hair

Do all the things that no one ever dares

Bite me

Scratch me

Make me plead

Before the night is done have me crawling on my knees

Tease me

Torture me

Make me cumm

Use me all up until you are done

Tie me up

Put me down

Throw away the key

force my head below the sheets and tightly between your knees

Pick me up

Pat me down

Tell me you love while no one else is around..

"BRAD! You better let us catch yoooouu."

Brad ran as fast as he could through the woods, being careful not to trip and fall. He was trying hard not be caught as a gorilla, a dinosaur and a giraffe chased him. They'd pin him down and do horrible things to him.

He hated these stupid initiations but he was pushing to win. He wanted to be the last to be found. His chest ached with the need to rest as he neared the centre of the woods.

The giraffe was close. He saw the long neck of the costume through the treetops and couldn't help a smirk when he looked behind him. Turning back, he smacked his face hard against another person.

"Aah, fuck dude."

Kenny stood before him and laughed as the giraffe closed in on them.

"Gotta climb, Brad. Giraffes can't climb trees." Kenny was obviously high, and he was also gay. He threw himself on the ground and told Brad to run. "I volunteer as tribute!" He shouted just as the giraffe fell over the fucker.

Brad laughed and then continued to run as he saw the gorilla. He was sure the Gorilla was Craig, he was the fastest on the team and Brad knew he had to pick up speed to get away now.

He ran, he circled he zig zagged, he turned back on himself. Eventually, he came across the cabin.

He tried the door to find it was locked so quickly circled the cabin, to try and find a window.

The two he could reach were locked and he was watching one beautiful blonde girl as she changed when he heard the noises. Moans were coming from somewhere nearby, and horny boy that he is, he can't help but follow.

He enters the barn quietly, to the sound of moans and he stands behind a wooden pillar as he stares at the dream ahead of him. Supergirl stands above a naked brunette on the floor. The brunette squirms while a girl in jeans pushes a toy further into brunettes pussy.

She moans again. "Please. Please let me come."

"No Sash." says the girl in the jeans, her midnight ponytail swinging as she moves her head. "This is your punishment. You can't just have an orgasm. It's only 30 minutes. You're such a slut that I know you can take it. Cmon, don't be a pussy."

She leaves the vibrator deep in the girls pussy as she reaches in her bag and pulls out a second toy.

"Go on then." She nods to supergirl, and she does nothing other than lift her skirt, pull her underwear to one side and sits on naked girls face. "C'mon slut. Lick away." She throws one arm up in a superhero pose as the girl in jeans begins to push the second toy against naked girls anus.

The girl writhes and moans while rubbing her mouth against supergirls pussy. The noises in the room add to Brads excitement and he quietly pushes his hand down his boxers. There's one good thing that comes from initiation, no jeans to unzip.

Girl in jeans slaps naked girls thighs and tells her to stop moving. "Hold your legs Sasha or its going to hurt."

Sasha aka naked girl pulls her knees closer to her chest and grips her hands onto her knees, exposing herself for the clothed girl. Brad tries hard not to moan as he begins to wank himself slowly.

The second toy finally gets pushed all the way into the girls arse and her muffled moans can be heard as the girl in jeans pushes the toys in and out of her. Slowly at first, then she picks up speed. "You can do it slut. 15 more minutes."

Supergirl rides the girls face harder with a big smile on her face. Brad is getting so close to his orgasm that he doesn't hear anybody else enter the barn.

"Ahhhh." is suddenly moaned as a false orgasm right beside him and as he cums in his boxer shorts, he looks into the eyes of a girl. Her short pixie style hair and dark make up shows her goth nature and he wonders what she's doing here when this is obviously a sorority get away.

"We got a watcher Jo-Anne!" She calls.

Jo-Anne aka girl in jeans, turns with a grin and and pops one of the toys from their subject, pointing it towards him as a weapon.

"You! You can help, you dirty pervert. Come fuck this slut. You've got 10 minutes to make her come."

This is different...

I've come to this work to interview him and rather take notes on his lifestyle and hobbies, he's asked me to write the peice now as we speak. So this is different, but I rather like it and I'm being rewarded handsomely.

Daniel DiLokes is a very handsome man. His dark hair is swept back from his face and I can see the beginning of a black tribal tattoo at his throat, unfortunately I cannot see more of his body as his navy suit and silver, blue tie conceal this. I can tell he's well built and his coal eyes are the kind that make you want his anger.

I'm on my best behavior.



We sit at the large wooden table in his board room and the naked girl riding her dildo across from me begs for his attention. She bounces up and down fast and hard, a gag in her mouth stops any words from being released and the collar around her throat is made of large, heavy metal.

"So Mr DiLokes, how many sluts do you have and how long have you lived this kind of lifestyle?"

His smirk makes my tummy tingle and I want to watch him fuck the shit out of his brat across this table while I watch and pinch my nipples. I know you want that too. Otherwise you wouldn't be here reading this.

"I have seventeen Ms Haze. Four of which are male. This slut over here is my newest to the collection. She's currently being punished as she doesn't seem to be able to understand English. You see, when I told her she wasn't allowed to come, She exploded all over my cock. So now I must teach her that I mean what I say and there are consequences to her actions. I've been enjoying this lifestyle for 9 years. I'm very well versed."

His dark voice puts pictures of bad things in my head and I can see why there's such a draw to him. He slightly spreads his legs, and rests his elbows on his knees before leaning towards me.

"You are certainly very interesting yourself Ms Haze. I'd love to see how you look naked on your knees."

Believe it or not, I'm used to this and although I'd love to see him naked and wanking, this doesn't Sway me.

"And unfortunately for you Mr DiLokes, that won't happen. Just like I'd love to see you stripped and restrained before all seventeen of your bitches fuck you and piss on your face. I suppose that wouldn't happen either."

He stops his smouldering and actually smiles. It's a real smile. And it's nice to watch.

Slut suddenly starts to moan and whimper through her gag, and as I turn to look at her she shudders and slumps. She quite obviously just had an orgasm and I wait to see what Daniel will do.

He smiles like he just won a game and exposes the silver remote that was placed beneath a folder file.

"I never told you to stop slut! Keep at it." He points the remote to her and suddenly a light on her collar flashes blue as she squeals, jerks and continues to ride the toy. He's just shocked her.

"All sluts like to be put in their place." He tells me. "Some sluts like to be good and get their rewards, some love their punishments. Some need them. This little slut is so very desperate for me, that she'll do anything. But she doesn't know what anything entails yet. She's a brat. An attention whore and she needs to learn that she'll never have my full attention."

I agree that this girl is obviously desperate for him. She is definitely a seeker. If she wasn't gagged right now, she'd be calling him daddy and master. Telling him how wet she is and that she needs his cock. It's the type of slut she is. And I agree with his way of punishment. He basically ignores her while we speak. The occasional shock, and scalding is all she gets.

We continue to talk about how he got into the business of bdsm and what dungeons he frequents. Apparently he will also be going to DD party and he has to choose only two of his sluts to go with him. His head slut goes by the name of Charli and she is basically his second in command when he isn't around.

If he's available, she's his toy as always. But when he's not available, she can do as she wishes with the other slaves. Usually training of some sort. She seems great, and definitely more of a switch than a submissive.

"Stop looking at me!" He snaps out at the slut. I catch her puppy dog eyes before she points her eyes to the table, but she's cheeky and gets one more sneaky glance before averting her eyes entirely.



He obviously saw it. He's not stupid. I bet you perverted people hope she's going to be punished for her hiccup don't you? Wanna watch her being ragged across that table before she's tied down and screwed by numerous men?

He holds out his hand to her like a gentleman, and helps her up onto the table. Then he moves the red hair from her face, and gently removes the ball gag.

At this point I'm getting annoyed, i hope there's an ulterior motive because I'm now bored. I kinda want him to just slap her out of the blue and tell her she's disgusting... Like I probably would to you.

She grinds against his hand as he spreads her legs, and he smirks at her. "Seems like you've not had enough, slut!" Then he reaches beneath the table and pulls out a magnificent toy.

This toy is going to force her to come again and again. It's basically a vibrating seat with both vaginal and anal dildos. He slides the toy beneath her and slips both dildos into her holes. She begins to move and he holds his finger up to her face. "Wait!"

She does so quickly and smiles. She thinks she's done with her punishment.

Mr DiLokes secures both legs to the desk using rope and now she can't get away. He uses a bondage sleeve to keep her arms behind her back, Then he pulls out the hood, and places it over her head. The hood is back and boring, shining with zips to allow her eyes, nose or mouth freedom. He leaves the nose open, but only slightly, enough to allow her to breathe.

Then he turns on the toy. Her moans come fast and within 60 seconds, the slut has had an orgasm. With both her cunt and her arse being thrust into, her orgasms come quick. The seat as a whole vibrates so that her clit is constantly being stimulated. I'm quite happy now.

DiLokes could easily turn his head and lick her tits she was that close, but he completely blanked her. She must hate this. But there she goes, coming again like the greedy little bitch she is.

DiLokes presses a button on his telephone machine and speaks into it quickly.

"Send them in."

Within seconds, two men enter the room and kneel by their masters feet.

They wear nothing other than their collars and keep their heads to the ground, awaiting their masters orders.

"Mark the bitch now. He tells them." And that's all they needed. As the slut on the table continues to orgasm at a high speed, her hood hides who's climbing onto the desk with her.

Both men get on their knees on the desk, one pushes the girl away and kneels in front of her, the other gets behind her. They begin to wank their dicks at the exact same time and the girls writhing body occasionally brushes against them.

"You have 20 seconds." DiLokes snaps out and the boys suddenly speed up. Fisting their dicks like there's no tomorrow.

We continue to speak about upcoming events and leave the show as though it's television playing in the background.

At exactly 20 seconds in, they cum. One spraying the girls tits and stomach, letting it drip down to her shaven cunt and onto the toy. The squirts up her back. It also drips down across her arse and smothers the toy.

And that concluded the end of our meeting. The boys went back to their knees and awaited their master. The girl unfortunately would be left to make friends with her new toy for a few hours. Daniel DiLokes clicked the speed up to a powerful 7 before walking me to the door and seeing me out.

I'm guessing many of you would love to have this happen to you... I know how much you enjoy being treated like a sex object... Object being the key word. I bet you'd even enjoy being put away in a cupboard. Only being dragged out to be fucked, sullied and put away again.

Yeah, I guess all sluts like you would be into that.

Payment needed

Ms Maidens was naked other than her stockings and shoes. Other than her fingertips, no other part of her body had touched Thomas' since she'd stroked him with her pussy. The juice still lingered. Her scent upon his hip only excited him further.

He was close to tears when she asked him if he was ready to come for the seventh time.

"Hmm. That cock would feel so good inside of me Tommy. I'm sure you'd make me scream again and again. Your hot milk would feel amazing filling me up... Are you ready to come now? You know I need you."

He nodded his head, his need making him weak. Eager.

She placed both heeled feet either side of the cutout he was tied to, her juicy perfect cunt only centermetres from his hard, swollen cock. With a swift movement she yanked the red lacy thong from his mouth.

"Beg me then, baby boy." Her fingertips travelled her own body in front of his very eyes. She circled her nipples before continuing down over the flat surface of her stomach, right to her shaven mound. "Tell me how much you need me." Then she sunk one lone finger into her obviously ready pussy, moaning at the exquisite feeling she could give herself.

He breathes deeply before speaking. "Please miss! I need your pussy more than anything. I'd fuck you so good. I'd make you cum again and again, your pussy would quiver from so much orgasms."

She slows the movements of her fingers and raises one eyebrow.

"You're talking is completely useless. You don't know how to do this do you?"

His face burns red as she smiles. Bingo. Something for her to actually be excited about. His humiliation could work in her favour. "Let's shut you up and get that mouth busy eh?"

Thomas eagerly nods his head, ready for whatever she's willing to give him. It takes her only under two minutes to secure the belt around his waist, attach his wrists to the belt and have chains attaching his ankles to one another. He almost looks ready.

She pushes him to his knees and opens the drawer only a few steps away. Her heels click on the floor as she brings the two items back to him. His cock looks as though it's about to blow and if she were a more sympathetic lady, he'd have come already... But she isn't.

The bright pink rubber ring is held in one hand whilst her other hand grips onto some kind of gag. She grins as she spins the leather strap in her hand. Her playtime is beginning and it's not something she takes lightly.

With a smirk from her lips, she stops beside him, kicks one foot out to the old jukebox behind him, and the music fills the room.

The classic song "Sway" begins. She likes the song and leaves it to play although it doesn't match her mood, nor her movements. She slides the ring over the head of his cock and allows it to sit there before using one finger either side of the rubber, and pushing it down his length.

He moans out loud and she grimaces. She doesn't like his voice. She wants to hear her own some more. She wants to hear her own voice becoming animalistic at the feeling as her orgasm approaches. She wants her pussy to drip with excitement as the no good boy before her realises his mistakes. Thomas Zee is going to regret his decision to approach her this way. She'd never be anybodys prey. She's the predator.

"You like it down there boy?"

He nods, his hands just out of reach for him to wank like a naughty little boy before his teacher. She knows he'd do it if she allowed him. She stands and abruptly grips his dark hair before yanking his head back, and forcing him to look at her. "Open your mouth, my eager little slut!" She commands.

Her surprise is hidden as he automatically does as she asks. The order followed quickly and sufficiently. She takes seconds to look at him and admire his manly lips before shoving the gag into his mouth.

The inside of the gag is shaped like a small penis and holds down his tongue to keep him from wagging it. The outside of the gag is perfect. The dildo attached is slightly larger than his own member. Also coloured a bright hot pink. She fastens the leather belt around the back of his head and sits back to take in her artwork.

She's proud of herself and she's hooked on the feeling of embarrassment. Her juices pool in the opening of her pussy and she plays with many ideas inside if her excited cruel mind, before settling with the most simple to begin with.

"And now you can fuck me Tommy boy." She leans herself back against the smooth wooden crate and spreads her legs. His eyes devour her. Her pink pussy shining from her arousal. Her clit, proudly on show, slightly swollen. She brushes one digit into the juices of her cunt. From clit to arse and leans forward before stroking the finger against his nose.

"C'mon then big boy." She falsely moans. "Fuck me with your real dick." She flicks the dildo on his face, as if underlining her wants.

She sees his face redden before he awkwardly shuffles across the small space separating them.

The dildo gag finally touches on the outside of her hole. It's hard for Thomas to get the angle and speed right, just as she knew it would be. She watches him struggle with a smile in her face. "Faster!" She snaps at him, her hand slapping at the back of his head. She watches his body shudder as he tries to gain speed and she knows he's confused.

His mental dizziness excites her. He's fighting with himself. He's ashamed, and scared and ready to fuck a rabbit if she ordered him. Above all,  he's a horny pathetic boy.

She grips the back of his head with two handfuls of hair. Using both hands, she pounds his face up and down against her. Forcing the toy to be thrust in and out of her sopping cunt. His nose to be slapped against her skin as she forces him to fuck her properly. Like a real man would.

Now she's happy. Now she's getting somewhere....

Her hips move to the beat as she slowly sways. Her naked breasts are pert, her nipples hard. The small pvc skirt moves against the flesh of her thighs as she slowly stalks towards him, the beat still allowing her movements to blend like a beautiful oil painting.

The dark lace of her stockings shout out against the deathly paleness of her smooth flawless skin. The bright red shining high heeled stilettos look like plastic blood. They're her 'woman on a mission' shoes. They're her 'playtime' shoes. They're her 'I'm gonna make you cry' shoes.

Her startling red hair is tightly curled and bounces with her movements. It adds to his frustration. She knows it does. But she does nothing to ease his pain.

She finally reaches the man. The man that said he could easily take what she had to give. The man that had begged and pleaded for her attention. The man that was now tied to the wooden cutout in the middle of the large room.

His dick was standing proud. Hard and heavy, aching with every move she took. Every word she said. He needed more... And he needed her to stop. But he had no idea which he needed the most. She had planned on it. She knew what she was doing as she slowly slipped the last remaining item of clothing from her body.

The pvc skirt fell to the floor with little noise. His eyes were glued to her as her pussy finally came into view. He moaned. He would have begged. Offered her anything she wanted but the bright red lacy panties filling his mouth stopped any actual words from forming. He could taste and smell her divine juices as soon as she had stroked them up his cheek. By the time they were rubbing against his lips, he felt desperate, needy.

He caught the smirk on her pretty painted lips and that was when he realised. She'd planned this all along. After all the slight hints and the sweetness she kept allowing him to taste, this was where she finally had him. In the palm of her hands. Willing to do anything for a taste of the sweet relief.

It wouldn't be sweet.

She wouldn't allow him that pleasure.

This was going to be painful, it was going to be torturous and merciless. She's going to become his drug, and just like any other addict, he's going to be in a continuous state of need and desperation. He'll crave her like he'd never craved anything before.

Nobody should ever step to the beautiful Ms Maidens. Especially a pathetic falsely macho student. Thomas was in for a lesson on how to behave, and none he'd forget quickly.

Her sparkling blue tipped fingernail digs into the beneath of his chin as she forces his head back with the sharp point of her attached weapon.

"Now pay attention Thomas!"

She slides her soaked cunt across the side of his hip. So close, but so far.

The sound of the slap as her hand makes contact with his face rings in the silent room.

"Your lesson begins now!"

Her breath came heavy and hard. The adrenaline pumped through her veins and her legs shaked with exhaustion. She had never felt the excitement build so much, but she was forcing the rise higher still.

Each thrust took her closer to the sky and each pain shooting through her body only caused her heart to beat harder.

And then she reached it.

Everything suddenly looked brighter as she finally broke through the wall. She'd heard of it before. Most people stop running when they hit the wall, but she continued. Needing the adrenaline her body desperately craved. A sexual excitement simmered within her as she ran the block another three times.

She'd had enough when her body was threatening to drop and walked the street to her house. She turned down the music through her headphones as she walked the small Hall to the kitchen.

There her father stood talking to a man almost a foot taller than him. His shoulders broad and his muscles visible through his tight tshirt. He wore similar clothes to her like he'd been at the gym. Unlike her father who wore his suit and tie still.

The thirty something year old man turned to her as he laughed and she watched as a muscle at his throat worked. His bright blue eyes shining in glee.

"This is your Uncle Cole, Jessica." Her father said, nodding toward the man. Cole smiled at her in a polite way before turning to get his drink.

"He's not my uncle. He's just your friend. Looks different from when I was little too." She brushes past him as she reaches into the refrigerator to get a bottle of water. "Guess you just got... Bigger."

"Don't be rude Jessica. He's basically your Uncle. He's been my closest friend since school. And he's the only one I'd trust to take care of you." She watches as her dad packs more papers away into the briefcase always in his hand.

"What do you mean dad?"

His response was fast and cold. "Don't give me any of your shit Jess. Cole has kindly said you can stay with him while I have the meetings in Canada. I've got to many set up to keep coming back."

"What the fuck?! I can stay here dad, I'm alright on my own."

"I thought so too until your last stunt." Jess stopped arguing and looked at Cole as he stood with a smirk. She knew she wouldn't win this battle but she was already planning her next.

"So Uncle Cole, I'm going to be staying with you." She arched her back in a false need of stretching her shoulders back. A moan leaving her small plump mouth. "Have you ever handled a teenager before? Will you know how to cope with my needs?"

Her father was busy checking work over to pay attention to her as usual, and had no idea that she was such a minx that he didn't raise an eye when she spoke as she did.

"Course I'll know how to look after you Jessica. Ground you if you're a little shit."

She saw hi look her body up and down. She knew he didn't miss the way she moved. Her leggings and sports bra left little to the imagination and she was about to play a game that she didn't even know the rules of.

Ummm. I stretch. My body feels so fucking good. It's finally being satisfied. I roll over and push my arm out to pull her in to me. Whoever says a morning fuck is a bad thing are mentally fucking stumped.

My hand doesn't reach her soft warm body. My fingertips grasp at the cold sheets.

Shit.

My eyes shoot open and I look around the room before jumping up and running to the bathroom. She isn't here.

I yank the jeans up to my waist and shove my feet into my boots. I've got to find her before she gets away. Again.

Grabbing ahold of the handle, I yank. The muscles in my arm jump but the door doesn't budge.

Bitch has locked it from the outside.

I throw my body against the door. The wood rattles but it's gonna take forever to break.

I go again.

And again.

And again....

****

My chest burns. I don't know if I can run like this much longer. I can't let him find me, and I push myself further.

I don't know my way around the new club and already I'd been blocked by two closed and locked doors.

I left the building via glass doors by the kitchen area. The grass seemed to go on forever but I'm finally nearing the woods.

The twigs cut into my bare feet and branches snap against my aching body.

I'm lucky he forgot to use the belt last night. I can't let this opportunity go to waste.

I need to stop. Even if it's for a few minutes. I fall against the trunk of a tree and get my breathing under control.

After a couple of minutes I stand back up. I can hear shouting in the distance.

They're coming for me.

Run.

****

I broke it down after ten minutes of slamming my shoulder into the hard wood.

After I ran downstairs I found none of the doors have been unlocked yet. I know she's exited through the kitchen.

I will find her. It's hard to find the exit from the woods.

I've got six guys searching with me. They're on the payroll. They can fucking earn it.

Another slut not even taking a day to think about leaving.

Drew catches up and keeps pace with my running footsteps.

"The fuck you doing Jake? You said she left. Why she here? And why is she running?"

Oh yeah, I'll stand and have a nice natter with you now shall I?!

"Talk later Drew. Kinda busy right now. All you need to know, is I decided to keep her."

He stops running with me just before I get to the woods. I know he won't want to get involved. He only sees the dangerous side of me and my Angel.

I'm snapping branches out of my way when I he shouts again.

"You need to let her go Jake."

The fuck I do!

I can here other footsteps in the woods. Others are in here too.

The heavy running steps can be heard in different directions.

But somewhere, somewhere beneath it all, are lighter ones.

I can hear her.

****

I can hear the stamping of heavy, fast bodies all around me and I panic. I lurch forward and sprint in the same direction not thinking about where I'm going.

It's not fair of him to do this to me. He knows nothing about me. Who I am, or what I've been through since he left me broken in a hospital bed.

He knew I still had breath. He didn't wait for anything else. He left.

Footsteps close in on me and I look behind as I continue to run. Escape tastes close.

He's there.

He's just visible through the trees. He sees me too. His shouts prove it.

"Christina! Stop!"

I don't stop. I try hard to push forward.

I spin my head round to check again. He's getting closer.

Looking forward, I've only ran a few more paces when a big man steps out from a tree.

He smiles in victory.

Pulls back his fist,

And slams it into my face.

Pain screeches through my body and I drop to the floor in agony.

I hear Jakes pounding steps as he catches up to our location.

He passes me by a few steps. And as my vision begins to blur and darken, watch as his beast mode comes into focus.

He punches the big guy to the floor. His fist repeatedly slams into the guys broken face....

****

I saw her. My dreams so close when Zayde stepped from the trees. I shouted no before he even pulled back his fist.

I watch as his fist crashes into my Angel. She drops to the floor like he stole her soul. She doesn't scream. She doesn't cry.

I hit him the exact same way he hit her. The mist doesn't ease away from my mind or eyes until he doesn't make noise anymore.

I see my fist is smashing into a mess, his face no longer a face.

They pull me away and I have to fight them to get to her.

She doesn't move. Her eyes closed. With my heart thudding a powerful beat, I see she still breathes.

Her bare legs and arms are covered in little cuts. The branches.

She was that eager to get away she didn't even put her shoes on.

Does she hate me that much. I told her I needed her last night.

Does that mean nothing to her?

Am I supposed to let her go?

It feels like I am. It feels like I should want her to be happy.

But I'm selfish.

I want her to stay with me...