The capture of a Beauty

The capture of a Beauty

 

Gemma Jones

 

The great building sat nestled in the forest, it was known to the village people that Byron was not ‘normal’ his presence was only ever experienced in the dead of night, once a year as he came to claim his next woman. What he did to them was never known but in the 25 years none had ever returned, and stranger still rumour had it that his looks had never aged as time would have it. To all who REALLY knew, Byron was a creature of the night, a vampire.

 

His castle was vast, its beauty dated further back than most could remember, its countless rooms housed the women that had become his slaves, those who had tried to escape had never made it past the walls, no one knew what happened to them, but it was never pleasant.

 

But Byron was growing bored of his slaves, they no longer brought him sexual gratification, as most lost any disobedience soon after being brought to his premises, realising that serving Byron meant having a home and never worrying about much, other than not being fed if they did wrong. Byron had seen this and as he sat in his great study he sighed and tapped his fingers, wondering what could be done when the sound of singing brushed his acute hearing. The sound was faint, so faint that he could not pinpoint where the sound came from.

 

From that moment Byron lost all interest in his slaves, soon after he let them go, most ran back to their villages into surprised but overjoyed parents’ arms, some lingered not wanting to leave their master, after years of devotion it was hard for them to return to any sort of normality, but Byron would not allow any to return and instead paced the rooms of his castle awaiting the sound of the blissful singing that had graced his very being days earlier.

 

It came, at the point where Byron feared he had imagined it and finally insanity had taken him after centuries of living his life. As the notes penetrated his being, colour returned to his life and he went in search of the sound before it left again. Crouching, half hidden he saw the source of the music. A beauty stood before him, tending to a well, her song was now loud in his mind she surrounded him with beauty, her long auburn hair teased her bare shoulders, the gypsy top she wore cupped her ample bosom and lead to a smooth waist, the rest was hidden under the full skirts that most girls wore in that day.

 

From afar he heard someone call to her. Amber, her name matched the way the sunlight would grace her hair. It melted on his tongue and his desire to have him became so overwhelming that he simply stepped from the tree startling her so much that she stepped back and got tangled in the rope from the bucket. Byron bent and dragged her towards him, her skirts rode up showing off her honey skinned legs, Amber attempted to scream to the person who had shouted her but nothing came out and Byron simply gripped her ankle and pulled her so she hung limply upside-down. Her skirts hung over her head and her underwear exposed, Byron stroked her skin and breathed in her luscious scent.

 

Amber kicked and struggled all the way to the castle, much to Byron’s amusement. Her screams were loud and shrill but everyone knew where she was going and there was no hope of rescue, some had tried in the past and rumour was they had met a sticky end as Byron had no doubtedly used them as his blood donors. Byron now had Amber draped over his shoulder, she beat his back weakly knowing full well where she was going, her bright spark meant she wouldn’t give in without a fight. As they entered the enormous castle gates Amber made a run towards the nearest village, she got quite far as Byron laughed and gave her a head start, her little cries brushed his mind, and lead him to her exact point.

 

She hit the woods and continued to run, dodging trees and plants until she came to a mound, Amber leaped over the mound in one go, catching a skirt as she did, it tore away, grabbing it Amber hid, hardly daring to breathe, but the shallow little breaths she took did nothing to help her condition and her mind gave way. She fainted, and the last thing she remembered feeling was the dampness in her panties.

 

When amber awoke she was tied to a bed, her hands bound together and to the bar that ran across the top of the bed, her ankles were shackled apart but hidden by what was left of her skirts. Struggling was no use, it seemed to tighten her bounds, Amber bit her lip to stop from crying out, she had been told about the man in the castle, he had often plagued her deepest dreams but she did not want to succumb to him as easily as the rest had. Soon her desire to cry subsided and her next attempt at escape was already in motion.

 

But Amber did not have time to think for long as the sound of a metal trolley coming into the room startled her and for some reason she closed her eyes and pretended to sleep, of course Byron knew this, he figured it would be amusing to play along with her game and see how long she would last. Starting with her skirts Byron cut them away, it was evident by her sharp intake of breath that she was shocked, but she kept her eyes shut and tried to keep a peaceful look on her face. Amber’s skirts soon fell apart, revealing her dampened panties, this sight pleased Byron greatly and already his erection began to push at his pants.

 

Soon after her corset was cut away, and all that concealed her modesty was her thin gypsy top and white panties. Byron took his time choosing which to remove first, and even cleared the clothes that he had already cut away. He decided to remove her top and soon her young, pert breasts sat freely for him to see, the gentle breeze hardened her nipples, which in turn brought more moisture to her already sopping pussy lips.

 

“Well, well look what we have here, slut is all damp, lets just take off these pa…” Byron did not finish as Amber opened her eyes and shook about the bed in protest, to no avail, Byron simply ignored the plea and snipped away the tiny piece of material. Her pussy glistened with moisture, her whisps of hair, neatly trimmed made his cock almost tear open his pants.

 

“Ahh, such a beauty, it will be a pleasure fucking you and turning you into my whore.” Amber shook her head, begging to be let free. His hands were on her, faster than the bound Amber could blink, his fingertips felt like red hot pokers on her virgin skin. Byron could tell Amber had never been touched by a man, now she would never be touched by a mortal and know only the pleasure he could bring, and judging by the way she buried her reddening face in her arm she was experiencing a lot of pleasure.

 

Amber whimpered gently as Byron’s hands continued their assault, this night he would fuck her into a frenzy she would not forget, making her total submission an even greater pleasure. Byron took his time, deliberately missing her tits and pussy, which was now dripping wet, Amber’s moans grew louder as her skin burned beneath his touch. He leant between her legs, forcing them futher apart, Amber bit her lip, she did not want Byron to know her body was betraying her. As Byron took her chin into his fingers Amber opened her eyes and looked directly into his, they were deep, but glazed over with lust for his new prize. Before she could process this any further Byron’s lips claimed hers.

 

The world fell from beneath her and Amber was glad that the bed was there to support her as she would have fallen otherwise, Byron’s lips were sweet and after Amber was done resisting the kiss sent ice cold shivers over her hot body, shortly followed by his fiery fingers on her tits, Amber’s body jolted in shock from the sudden touch and Byron laughed silently, working her nipples into hard peaks. His touch was expertise, knowing exactly what made her cry out with pleasure, Amber felt his huge prick pushing at her abdomen which sent another flurry of passion to her aching pussy.

 

Soon Byron’s kisses were on her neck, hot and wet his tongue left burning trails over her, his fangs scraped at the supple skin, a tiny nick bled a drop of blood which Byron was quick to savour. Amber barely noticed in her state, her head once again buried in her arm, giving Byron plenty of neck to kiss and suck, his hand still loving her breasts, kneading and pinching the skin until it was swollen with pleasure. As his kisses moved towards her tits his hands wandered down, stopping briefly to tease her belly button. Amber lifted her ass off the bed, willing him to her wet pussy.

 

Byron obliged and his searing hot fingers entered her most secret place, her juices lubed up his fingers and he pressed them close to her throbbing clit, Amber mewed in pleasure, biting her lip, still desperate not to show that she was giving in to his assault. Byron’s teeth grazed her hard nipples and Amber felt sure she would climax, but held it off. His lips worked methodically on her tits, sucking, licking and biting each in turn while his fingers gently worked her clitoris until Amber felt sure she was about to explode. But Byron stopped.

 

Amber almost sighed outwardly but the sigh was stuck in her throat as she felt Byron’s kisses on her tummy, heading down, he planted tiny soft kisses on her flesh, now slick with sweat. As he kneeled between her legs, lifting them in his arms, Amber thrust her hips at him desperate for release. Byron gently licked at her clit, parting her lips with his fingers he buried his face in her damp pussy, supping at her sweet juices while Amber shuddered beneath his touch, moaning and sighing in ecstasy. All she felt has his long, hot tongue grazing her clit, occasionally sucking it into his mouth, before moving to her hole and teasing it with the very tip of his tongue, a promise of the joy he would bring her with his prick very soon.

 

It wasn’t long before Amber felt her first orgasm building once more, it would be the most intense she would ever experience, and as Byron took her clit into his mouth once more, it came, Amber could not hold it back this time and her scream was so loud it scared all the birds away from the turrets. Byron lapped at her juices as she came over his face moaning and shuddering with pleasure.

 

Byron had not quite finished with her, he gently placed her legs back on the bed and untied them. Amber was still weak and did not know, but she felt it when his naked erection pushed at her abdomen once again. She opened her eyes.

 

“N-noooo! What are you doing you can’t!!! Get off me!” Her voice was weak and cracked in places, Byron was unaffected by her words and began to ease his huge cock into her virgin hole. Amber yelped and tried to struggle but it simply forced him further inside her, her walls gripped him like a vice, forcing a gutteral growl from his snarling lips. Byron forced his prick past her barrier and was finally buried inside her, Amber felt the pain ebbing away as pleasure took over. She groaned as Byron began to pull out of her and push back in, stretching her enough so the vice like grip began easing off, giving him more space to fuck her harder.

 

Soon Byron had built up a rhythm and he fucked Amber with deep strokes, Amber looked at him from time to time to see the animalistic look on his face, he gripped her ass and rammed himself inside her, another orgasm shook her body, sending Byron over the edge and he soon filled her full of cum. Byron paused to catch his breath and pulled out of her, Amber felt empty without his cock but she wouldn’t need to feel empty for very long. She saw Byron’s cock was still throbbing.

 

He grabbed her ass and flipped her onto her stomach, forcing her to kneel on all fours, and began to fondle her ass hole, Amber shuddered and again begged but knew that it would not work, and he would take her regardless. Byron had made his fingers slick with lubricant and was teasing the puckered hole. Slowly he forced the tip of his finger inside, Amber screamed out at the intrusion but her body betrayed her again, giving into the pleasure. Byron inched his finger deeper inside until his finger was buried in as far as his knuckle. Sliding it out Amber sighed which soon turned into a scream as Byron forced his huge cock inside the hole. The pain was overwhelming and once it was buried deep inside her Byron held still giving her a chance to get used to the full feeling.

 

Sliding out brought tears to Amber’s eyes, but she bit her lip as before the feeling of pain soon turned to pleasure as she tried to relax allowing Byron entry into her. He again built up a rhythm stretching her ass wide with a good hard fucking, Amber felt dirty and slutty, succumbing to his assault felt so good when she knew it shouldn’t damn her body! Damn it for giving into the monster that fucked her. She knew worse was to come and decided to enjoy it, vowing to rebel later…

 

Byron was now plunging his throbbing cock deep into her hole growling and slapping her plump ass. It gave him so much pleasure knowing that she was his, his only slut. It sent him over the edge and he sank his claws into the flesh of her ass as he filled it with cum, forcing Amber into another shuddering orgasm. Finally Byron fell sated and left Amber to sleep. She would need rest for soon her training would begin.

 

Looking back at her, cum dripped from both holes, she looked sluttish and gorgeous at the same time, Byron knew he would never fully break Amber, and he would have it no other way…