The Forging of Maya(Chapter 2) by sinsationalsub
Restlessly Maya stared into those sinister, compelling eyes. His face was
shadowed by the hood he was wearing. She thought she saw a faint smile turn the
corners of his mouth. He was looking at her with a glint in his eye. It made
cold chills run down her spine. She felt weak.
"Well...well....well...what have we here?" he snarled in an ominous, almost
sarcastic voice. "A fine little wench, eh?." He chuckled.
She did not like his demeanor at all. It was foreboding.
Maya could not help herself.
"Well, what do you think?" she snarled back. "Why I am just a piece of meat
here waiting to be slaughtered and boiled!"
He actually smiled and reached to remove the blanket. Feeling it slide
from her body, she cringed. She had nothing on but the sheer tunic. She would
be before him as good as naked. She whimpered a little as her face blushed with
embarassment at knowing there was nothing she could do about it. She made fists
with her hands and pulled at her restraints.
"Well, my dear, slaughtered and boiled is what you will be if you do not
cooperate with me!" he bit back.
Throwing the blanket aside, he turned to peruse her human form, undressed
as it was. She watched his eyes. They travelled down her neck and came to rest
on her breasts.
(No, she thought. This is not happening. It is not.)
She closed her eyes to not see his adamant penetrating gaze at her breasts
.
She felt the tunic being lifted again.
Thoughts raced through her mind.
(OHHHHHHHH! Pleeeeeease no! Never been done like this before Noooo,
don't do this!) Her body cried for cover.
Nevertheless, she felt the material of the tunic being lifted and worked
up to her neck Once there, it rested around her neck and her nakedness was
exposed. She pushed her thighs together. She could not stand it.
She bellowed, "Stop!! Stop!! You have no right! I am not a slave. I am a
woman from the village. You must show me proper respect! Cover me now!!!"
She opened her eyes again to challenge him, only to feel his hands
kneading the flesh of her chest. Fire shot from her gaze. She began to squirm
trying to move away so his hands would not touch her flesh but he firmly rubbed
and reached to wrap his strong fingers around her nipples and pulled them
harshly straight up until her back had to arch to catch up with them. He
chuckled and rolled them in his fingers as he stretched them out straight.
(Breathe! Maya thought.)
Harder he pinched until she was crying out begging him to stop and cover
her. He smiled, continuing his feeling of her flesh as she protested. His
hands moved lower. Her eyes widened.
(Oh my god!! Not this. Nooooooo ! Oh please do not go there. Do not
touch me there!)
Maya's mind was flooded with protests.
"Pleaseeeeee!" she cried out, "Show me mercy Sir. Do not do this! I am
but a simple woman. I am not used to being treated like this...oh please do
not!" Her words fell into sobs. She was desperate to stop him.
It did not work. He continued as if looking at an acquired animal
checking it out to see if it was worth the price he had paid.
"Rhia did a good job on you. Your nipples are nice and red. They are
glowing. They distend nicely and are very ripe!" he was laughing as he said
it. He was enjoying himself. She could tell.
"Oh they hurt...please stop!" she begged.
She felt his hands on her ankles as he unhooked an ankle and moved it to
another hook. She was horrified. Her legs were now spread.
Maya began begging. "Please do not do this. I need to go home. Please do
not touch me so intimately. I do not belong to you." she pleaded.
Click! The other ankle moved and hooked. A wave of madness grabbed her.
"You are a mean and cruel man! Stop it! NO ONE is allowed to see me there."
"Well, my little wench. You might as well get used to it. You are mine
now, and you will serve me. You will satiate all of my whims and frivolities.
Anything I so choose for you to do, you will do and I will enjoy. You are my
slave now and I plan to own you and your body!!"
He was leaning over looking at her womanhood and smiling lewdly at it. A
wicked, lustful glow spread over his face..
"HMMMMMM, nice, thin, pouty lips. Ahhhhh but what is inside? Shall we look
to see what I own now?" His voice was choked with lust.
Her sobs got louder as she felt the lips being torn open and cool air
hitting the inner slit of her sex. When she did not think that she could be
pulled open any wider, she was. She was furious and filled with such mixed
emotions. She looked down at him. He glanced up at her and she spat at him.
He responded by pulling her wider and running his finger through the moist
slit. Maya cried out. His finger touched everything. He opened her testing
her orifices and rubbing across the wondrous button of her sex..
"OHHHHh." he said gleefully, "Did I just see it quiver? Are we enjoying
ourselves wench?" He let out a roar of laughter at her.
Tears stung her eyes. Yes her body was responding. It was not of her own
free will. That he would never have! She felt the orifice dampen and pulsate
at his rape of it. She felt the slippery moistness as his finger slide inside
to probe her.
Another time, another place she would have liked it immensely but not now.
Not when she was being forced. He played across her little rigid button and
shoved a finger up to retract the covering of her jewel, the hood.
"Ohhhhhh my!" he chided "What have we here? (pinching it hard) A nice
enlarged little organ all for the taking..eh? Why, wench, it is protruding,
engorged, and very pink!" He tickled her wickedly and she jumped.
"I am going to enjoy teasing this!" His finger grazed slippery over the
little erect bud. Maya writhed.
Her orifice was getting wetter for some strange reason. Her sobs were
still penetrating the room. He pulled her legs higher to expose her openings.
Her sobs got louder.
He inserted, pumped, tickled, and pushed his finger in and out of her. To
see how she would receive him,so he said. All the while, Maya sobbed, so
humiliated. She had never been looked at like this. She had never been
displayed so wantonly or so openly. Was this the way it was to be with a man?
She was enraged inside.
With one last spread of her orifice and looking inside her again, he spoke
to her.
"You are here to be my slave. I have a craving for you. I have seen you
before in the glade." he said.
(Maya froze. Oh my god! This was the person she heard leaving on
horseback while she was bathing! Oh no. He had seen her touch and display
herself!)
"I saw you touch yourself. I saw you cry out in lust. I saw your
treasures being stroked. I will own you now and I will stroke them and give you
what you need as a woman. You will serve me. You have nipples and a sex made
for a man. I will be that man. I am going to use you in every way possible!You
will belong to me. I will choose when you show yourself and when you do not. I
will decide when you pant and moan. I will decide what I want to see of you and
I will examine you often. Your body is mine now. You will be loyal and devoted
to me! I demand it!"
He was unhooking her ankle. She thought quickly and jerked kicking him in
the chest pushing him back on the floor. He stood only to feel her foot sharply
kick him in the chin again. Maya was fighting for her freedom. No man would own
her. If he did, it would be in the right way as her Mother had told her. Her
legs flailed about hitting him where she could.
"YOU WILL LET ME GO!" she screamed at the top of her lungs "YOU WILL NOT
USE ME! I WILL NOT BE A SLAVE TO YOU! LET ME GOOOOOOOO!!"
He moved out of range of her foot then and grabbed it twisting it
painfully. Maya screamed as the pain seared into her leg.
"You will pay for this, slave. You will be sorry." he shouted at her.
He quickly unhooked the wrist of the same side as the foot he held and
turned her over and hooked them so she was on her belly. She was fighting and
kicking and yelping. She could not gain release. She pulled at the shackles
and fought hard. They would not give. He moved to her side then and showed
her a long-handled flogger that she had seen used before on other houseslaves
when they were disobedient in the village. She gasped.
"You will learn obedience and you will learn it now!" he raged.
The next thing she felt was the leather tentacles of the flogger meeting
her flesh. They stung her soft bottom. She screamed as another and another
followed her body stiffening with each blow.
(Oh she would be scarred for sure, she thought.)
The leather cut into her flesh on her buttocks. He concentrated his
thrashes there. She wiggled and tried to get away from the flogging. It just
would not be. She sobbed and begged for him to stop but he left her ass pink
and red and hot.
She must she passed out, for she awoke to no one in the room. He had
gone. Her body burned and her flesh sizzled. She immediately noticed the wet
spot on the table between her thighs...How? Why? What did this mean?
(You mean I like this? She thought. No it cannot be.)
But she could not deny the tingle and ache she felt in her sex. The wanton
lust was building there for release. She needed to touch it. She needed to
stroke it to make herself cum, but the shackles did not permit it. She must
lay there and seethe.
She drifted off to sleep. Her body was tormented by feelings and
desires she had never had before. She was totally confused. Why did she like
this? Why did the flogger searing into her flesh do this to her? Why did this
man intrigue her so?
She slept again fitfully craving more. She craved the release she knew so
well. Maya wanted to throb and quake and pant. Her body would not deny her.
She knew that. She would do her best to resist. In fact , she was horrified at
the thought of liking this man. Who was he? Why did he want her so? She would
soon find out.
