Stephanie

Steve let his lips linger against Stephanie's neck, enjoying the warmth of her body against his, the smooth flesh of her thighs under his hands, her trembling sending thrills through his body.á He hadn't believed Jeff when he had told him, hadn't believed that this sexy, sexy girl in front of him had harbored such a deep, submissive nature, butáJeff had insisted, and insisted, until he had decided he might as well see her; even if Jeff was putting him on, he would get to see her again, Jeff's girlfriend's sexy best friend.

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It was better than he had ever imagined.á Jeff had been telling the truth, and, even better, Stephanie was trying to deny it.á He'd always wanted his own little slave, always wanted to find a girl whose nature drove her to submit, always wanted to be the one to encourage that submission, to help her overcome her upbringing, her fear, her shame until she was a willing slave, beholden only to his will.á He would have to ask Jeff if he could have her; it was only fair--Jeff had Amy.

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When she felt him pushing down on her shoulders, she knew what he wanted, but resisted.á "No," she said, the word coming out cracked and weak, her mind quailing at the sound of her own voice.

"No?" he repeated, teasingly, incredulously.á He slid his hand across her belly, luxuriating in its firmness, enjoying the way it quivered as she tried to resist her true nature.á He slid his hand up her body, loving the way she flinched when his arms slid over her breasts, until his hand softly encircled her neck.

"Is slave Stephanie saying 'No' to me?á I didn't think slaves got to say no."

"I'm not a slave," she responded, her voice quivering this time, but stronger, lifting her hand up to grab his wrist, intending to pull it away from her and twist away from him.

Feeling her begin to move, he tightened his grip on her shoulder and around her neck, pulling her more tightly to him.á "Slaves who disobey, who say 'no', who fight, are punished.á Is that what you want Stephanie, to be punished?"

Stephanie choked back her fear, feeling his strength for the first time, his hand around her neck a threat, his hand on her shoulder holding her in place.

"No, please," she said, shaking in his grip, "Jeff had no right.á I'm not a slave.á I'm not."á It sounded weak even to her own ears.

"No right?á Oh, Stephanie, it's you who have no right, no right to refuse.á Isn't that right?á Slaves don't get a choice, but I'll be nice, Stephanie, I'll give you a choice.á Either you get down, now, or I can use the belt on you.á Would you like that?á Would you like me to beat that sweet little ass of your until it was red and swollen?"

His words filled her head, echoing the fantasies that she had lived off of for so long.á She had no choice, no right, no rights.á He was treating her as if she weren't even human, as if she were nothing except a thing to be used for his pleasure.

She moaned and fell to her knees, her tears drying up as she accepted her fate, her body burning from the humiliation and need that seemed to fill her mind.á His hand was on her hip, and he was pushing her forward; with a groan she leaned forward onto her hands an knees, feeling his groin pressing against her ass, hanging her head, hiding her face with her hair as she bit her lip, stifling a moan as lust blasted through her, her cunt seeming to burn.

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She felt him straighten up, towering over her as she knelt on her hands and knees like an animal, his fingers tangled in her hair, pulling her head up, letting most of it fall back, keeping a few strands as he said, "Heel," and began to walk toward her bedroom.á She whimpered as he led her, her hair become a leash, as if she were an animal, the humiliation seeming to burn through her body, her stomach quivering, her cunt leaking juices to soak her panties as she crawled after him, crawled after the Master whose name she didn't even know, crawled after the Master who was going to use her like she was nothing, nothing but a kajira.á She whimpered again, in lust.

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He led her into her bedroom to the foot of her bed and kneeled down behind her, leaving her quivering in dread and anticipation on her hands and knees, flinching as she felt his hands on the back of her thighs, slowly sliding up her flesh, seeming to burn her, raising her dress.á Slowly, as her dress slid over her thighs, over her ass, her breath quickened, her heart raced, hisátouch, his casualáownership of her body, sendingáa blazing need through her body, a need to be touched, to be used, to be raped.á The shame ofáthis realization almostáclosedáher throat, and she gasped as she felt his fingers dig intoáthe soft flesh of her ass through her panties, pain swirling amongst the trembling excitement she was feeling.

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She felt her dress pushed far up her back, his hands sliding across her hips to span her waist, and then sliding down, taking her panties with them, sliding them down her thighs, lifting her knees as he tugged them off of her legs, leaving her completely exposed before him.á She whimpered as his hands found her ass again, his fingers digging into her flesh, pulling at it, mauling it, pain flaring through her body, and then his hands were between her thighs, pushing them apart, his fingers finding her cunt, sliding across the tender, sensitive flesh, making her gasp and roll her hips in need, not caring that she was acting like a beast in heat, a "she-sleen", she though, lust flaring higher through her body.á

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Then his fingers were inside her, twisting and thrusting in her grasping cunt, her juices flooding from her, running down her thighs as she thrust back at him, a deep moan escaping her lips, pleasure flooding her, her body on the edge of orgasm, the shame and humiliation of her own behaviour feeding her desire, fanning her lust, making her crave nothing more than the carnal pleasure of being used.á She gasped as he pulled them out, disappointment making her moan, feeling him wipe his fingers against her ass, her own spend wet and cold against her flesh.

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"That's good, Stephanie.á A slave should always be wet and ready to take her Master.á Now give me your wrists."

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His words made her flush, her face burning even as she placed her cheek to the floor, her dress sliding even further up her back, resting just beneath her breasts, and reached her arms behind her, offering herself to him completely.á When she felt him using her panties to bind her wrists behind her back, she sucked in her lower lip, a rush of pure lust making her quiver.á His hands gripped her hips, and she started shaking as she felt his cock press against her eager cunt, moaning as he pushed into her, taking her on her knees, her hands bound behind her, her face pressed into the floor.á She shook harder, an orgasm overwhelming her senses, her whole body flush in ecstasy.á

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"Oh, you've got the sweetest little cunt, Stephanie.á So nice and so tight," she heard him gasp out as her orgasm continued to roll over her, feeling him sliding his cock in and out of her body, his hands pulling her hips back into his, each of his thrusts sending the obscene sound of flesh on flesh throughout her room.

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By the time her orgasm rolled to an end, he had built up a steady rhythm, pounding her quivering cunt with long, smooth strokes, keeping a pleasurable buzz filling her body, keeping her mind clouded with lust.á She rolled her hips, pulled against the constraints on her wrists, his steady fucking, her submissiveness, the fact that she still didn't even know his name, all blended together in a heady mixture, her thighs beginning to tremble again as her pleasure built toward another orgasm.á His hands gripped her hips harder, and his thrusts came faster, more urgent, and she tipped over into her second orgasm, her body trembling with pleasure, as he pressed himself hard and deep inside her, holding her in place as he came inside her, filling her with his cum.

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Shame welled up in her as the pleasure receded, her cunt feeling stuffed and swollen, still tingling, and then empty and cold as he pulled out.á She wanted him to be done now, to untie her and leave her in her humiliation.