Stephanie

It wasn't to be, though.á She felt his hands tangle in her hair again, lifting her back to her knees as she groaned, shame and despair and lust twisting together in her mind to bring tears to her eyes.á She felt her dress fall back over her thighs, hiding her shame, her knees still parted, the dress dipping between her thighs sexily, her whole body still tingling from the orgasms he had tortured from her.á She felt his cum start to ooze from her cunt even as he stood before her kneeling form.

"You really slimed my cock with your fuck-juice, Stephanie," he said, waving his still hard cock in front of her, its movements almost hypnotizing as she seemed to drift in and out of her fantasy world, one moment a Cal student, a good daughter, filled with shame and humiliation at what was happening to her, another a kajira, lust filling her at the sight of her Master's manhood, her stomach churning in need.

"Clean it."á He pushed it against her lips.á She turned her head, humiliation at the pleasure she had felt at her rape ("he had raped her," she though, holding onto that idea as if would save her) giving her the strength to deny him.

She felt his hand tighten in her hair, pain lancing through her scalp as he turned her head back toward his cock.á "Clean it, slave," he commanded again.

She whimpered and shook her head, clenching her lips closed, even as the smell of him, the feel of his cum cooling on her thighs, the ache in her head where his hand pulled at her hair sent need straight through to her quivering belly, her pussy throbbing with lust.

Both of his hands tightened around her head, holding her in place as he rubbed his cock over her soft lips, making her taste and smell the strong, acrid flavor of her own spend, taking his time, knowing that, no matter how much she resisted, she would submit--it was in her nature.

A picture of herself locked itself in her mind, of her kneeling before a man whose name she didn't even know, her thighs pressed hard against her calves, her arms bound loosely behind her back, her long black hair pulled back from her face by his hands, his fingers like vices, holding her head in place, her simple dress covering her nudity, making the scene somehow more erotic, his cock sliding back and forth across her lips as she clenched her eyes and lips shut.á Her stomach clenched and her cunt fluttered as she tried to shut the image from her mind, but she couldn't.

It seemed to consume her, the vision, and the taste and feel of his cock against her lips, insistent, demanding, and she sobbed and whimpered as she began trembling, her resistance seeming to snap as her pussy pulsed with need.á She parted her soft lips, the taste of her own juices strong and acrid, sharp on her tongue as she pulled him into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked her slime off of his cock.

It was as if she were imagining her abuse, imagining she were someone else, the kajira of her fantasies, and the taste of her own juices filling her mouth, the feel of his cock on her lips and tongue, the sensations flooding her body at being bound and used, seemed unreal.á Then he would thrust forward and she would gag, and reality would hit her, that it was her, she was the sexy, kneeling slave-girl in her mind, and her cunt would throb and she would moan through his re-hardening cock, lust and shame shaking her to her foundations.

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He let her harden him, luxuriating in the sweet warmth of her mouth, the softness of her lips,áthe soft pressure of her tongue, in her beauty and submissiveness.á "To have such a girl," he thought, smiling to himself as he considered her, such a needy, submissive girl, such a beautiful, sexy woman filled with a need to please.ááThe things he was going to do to her, dirty, perverted, horrible things.á Before he was done, he would own her, body and soul.á She would live only to please him and whomever he wished her to please, and she would do it willingly.á The smile spread across his face.

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Her breathing was ragged by the time he pulledáhis cockáfrom her mouth, a string of her saliva stretching perversely between her lips and the tip of his cock, breaking, splattering against her dress.á She felt him lean over her and her wrists where suddenly free.

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"Stand.á Arms over your head," he commanded, and, submerged in her fantasy, her mind flashing on a picture from one of her books, of a woman stretched out, hands bound above her head, pulled to her toes by a rope, naked, her Master standing before her with a tawse in hand.á She moaned as she moved to obey, her eyes slitted, her cunt throbbing, her body trembling as she stretched her arms above her head, crossing then at the wrists, feeling every inch of her body as she stretched upward.

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Her breathing quickened as she felt his hands at her thighs, and she looked down, seeing him and feeling him sliding her dress upward, over her thighs, exposing her trembling flesh, exposing her cunt, her flat, firm stomach, her breasts pulled up and flattened against her chest, and then it was over her head and on the floor and she was standing naked before him and she felt like a she was going to pass out, the need was so strong in her.

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She felt his hand as it took hers and guided them down behind her head, until she was standing before him, nude, her hands behind her head, her legs parted slightly, her chest heaving in lust, a true kajira, she thought, a true slave to a new Master.á It didn't matter anymore that she didn't know his name; she knew all she needed to know--she was a kajira and he was a Master, and she was there to please him, her shame at her capitulation to him overwhelmed by the lust burning through her body and mind.á

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"You're quite beautiful, Stephanie," he said, his hands making her skin burn as he ran them across her body, across her breasts, teasing the hard nipples, making her heart race with need.á His hands slid across her stomach, her thighs, her ass, his body pressing against hers as he ran his hands up her back, making her shudder.

She felt possessed, his body seeming to engulf hers, his hands pressing her body against his, her breasts flattened against his chest, her thighs pressed against his, his face inches from the top of her head, looking down at her as she maintained her pose, her fingers locked behind her head, her legs spread just a little, the sensation of being owned, of being wholly his, felt like electricity crackling along her nerves, making her pant through parted, swollen lips.á She felt him guiding her, ever so slowly, over to the bed, her feet shuffling along with his as he kept up the contact, feeling his cock pressed up against her naked flesh.

She felt him lean her over the bed, letting him guide her until she was laying there, nude, her legs spread, her hands over her head, hands pressed against the headboard, her eyes lidded and locked on him as he undressed, taking his time, his eyes never leaving her body.á It was the first time she had seen him naked, she realized with a shock, noticing how trim, how muscular, how strong he seemed, her lust making her writhe slowly against the sheets.

"Just wait there, Stephanie.á I'll be back in a moment to fuck you properly."

His words, the matter of fact way he spoke to her, struck her like a blow, her body shuddering as she held herself still, her back arching just a little as she suppressed a moan at the humiliation.á She was a slave girl, waiting for her Master to fuck her, filled with need and longing.á The thought, the image, the fantasy, the reality of it ran through her mind, bringing a barely suppressed moan to her lips, her eyes locked on him as he left into her bathroom, waiting for him, needing him, wanting him.á A brief thought that she should leave, that she should stop this, flashed across her mind, to be squelched as she moved her arms to her side, spreading her legs even more, remembering the correct position of a kajira about to be used, the thought making her want to feel him inside her again, to feel his naked body against hers for the first time, to have this nameless man take her as his own.

She followed him with her eyes as he returned, her eyes roaming his body, locking on his cock as it bobbed before him, glistening.á She wondered vaguely at what he had put on it, but all thought left her as he climbed onto the bed, settling on his knees between her legs.á She closed her eyes as she felt his hands, his arms, slide beneath her knees, lifting her legs, pressing them up and back until she groaned as the muscles in the back of her thighs strained and her ass lifted from the bed.á She felt totally exposed, totally open as he kept pushing until she felt his hands slide up her calves until they locked around her ankles, pressing then down beside her head, bending her completely in half.

She didn't know what he intended, but didn't care.á It wasn't her place, she thought vaguely as she felt his cock slide around her cunt, wanting, needing him to slide it deep into her body.á She gasped as she felt it settle against her anus, his cock exerting a slight pressure against her nether opening, her eyes opening in surprise to meet his gaze, intent, determined.

"Ask me, Stephanie.á Ask me to fuck your ass."

It was a command, she realized, shame flooding her, too far gone in her lust and her fantasy to fight.á Some part of her didn't want this, didn't want to have him sliding his cock into her virgin ass, didn't want to be folded in half on her own bed while some strange man used her like she was property; but some part of her trembled and shuddered and shook in need at the sensations flooding her body, at the pleasure suffusing every inch of her, at the knowledge that she was being treated as a thing for his pleasure.

"Ask me, Stephanie," he said, more insistent, his cock pressing harder against her, making her gasp at the tingling tremor racing through her groin.

"Fuck my ass, Master," she whispered, her eyes locked on his, giving herself over completely to her fantasy.á "Please."

She saw him smile, and gasped as she felt him press into her, felt his cock slide past the strong muscle of her anus, stretching it, a slight, stretching pain mingling with the overwhelming lust, the overwhelming need, becoming something more than she thought possible--pleasure that wasn't pleasure.á She wanted more, she wanted him completely inside her, to complete possess her with this most obscene of acts.á He had used all of her holes, she realized, and moaned again as she felt his hips press against her upturned ass, his cock seated deep in her bowels.á He had taken her completely.

Her cunt started to pulse as he started to slowly fuck her ass, keeping his eyes locked on hers, watching her every reaction as he took her in the most intimate way, every stroke of his cock sending shock-waves of pleasure through her cunt, overwhelming the discomfort and minor pain of her position, of her use.á For long minutes she lay beneath him, meat to be used, a hole to be fucked, her body his, her pleasure, her pain, his.á Everything she was, his.á She moaned with each thrust, her body shaking as he used her slowly, methodically, seeming to look into her soul through her eyes.á She wanted so much to cum, but couldn't, her arms still by her side, her cunt empty and throbbing, her clit throbbing and aching.á It was so good, she wanted it to last forever.

He kept it up for what seemed like an eternity, she thought, an eternity of pleasure and need and submission, his cock sliding in and out of her ass slowly, steadily, forcing his mastery of her deep in her consciousness.á His words broke the submissive trance that seemed to hold her.

"Play with your clit, Stephanie.á Make yourself cum with my cock in your ass."

She gasped, humiliation reddening her cheeks even further, quickly followed by a surge of lust.á To be so exposed, so submissive, so willing, she could barely grasp the depths of what he had asked of her even as her hands slid, almost of their own volition, to rest lightly against her throbbing cunt, her fingers brushing ever so lightly across her clit, her breathing quickening as pleasure raced through her body.

"Do it, Stephanie," he commanded, and she heard the strain in his voice as he continued to fuck her ass with the same relentless strokes, and she moaned, her back arching, her head tilting back as she pressed her fingers into the so-sensitive flesh of her clit, her whole body thrumming with the pleasure of her complete surrender.

It hit her almost immediately, a short cry punctuating the pleasure that engulfed her, making her body tense, her cunt spasm, her heart race, her asshole clench around his plunging cock; it seemed to go on forever,á intensifying as she felt his body tense, guttural gasps coming from him as he pushed his cock deep into her bowels and spewed his cum into her spasming body.

He held her folded in half, his cock still buried deep in her ass, for a long minute as she came down from her orgasm, her mind floating on a haze of contentment, her body slick with sweat and her groin damp with the lust of their coupling.á Then, with a sudden motion, he was gone, and she was alone on the bed as he walked away from her to the restroom, leaving her to curl up on her bed, her eyes closed, her mind consciously skipping past what she had just done, what had just happened, instead luxuriating in the relaxing afterglow of her pleasure.

"Tomorrow, Stephanie, I'll call you and we'll talk," she heard him say before he left, and, as she lay there avoiding thinking about what she was becoming, she fell asleep.