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The Story Of The Space Pirate's Sex Slave
Candy Hearts
The Story Of The Space Pirate's Sex Slave by Valley Girl [Reviews - 0]
Summary: VERY NC-17 - Takes place in the future. Way, way in the future. Michael is the pirate caption/mercenary of his own star ship. While docked on a human slave colony outpost he winds up at a sex slave auction. I think you can all figure out what happens from there. Author's Note: I should warn you the langauge is rather nasty. So again I apologize up front if you find it offensive. (some slash)
Characters: Maria/Michael
Genres: Alternative Universe, Other
Rating: Adult
Warnings: None
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Part 1-The Auction
“God Kyle, I hate these places. Why did you insist we come here again?” Michael demanded of his first mate as he watched a bland human female being auctioned off. He groaned when he looked, why did they have to auction them off naked. Dear God in heaven nobody she be forced to look at that mousy, bony ass girl up on the podium
“Because Michael I told you that girl, the blond one I always visit while we’re in port is up for auction and I want her for myself.” Kyle explained once again to his best friend and captain.
He just wish he could explain the reason why he wanted to buy this woman but he knew that Michael would never understand or believe that he had fallen in love with this woman while visiting her at the Clit Kat Brothel.
“Yes while when is she up?” He huffed.
“Well let me look at the program. All right, well this female is called Liz Parker. Then after her is…” Kyle shuffles through the program and grins happily when he sees who comes after. “Is my Tessie.”
“Very well, but we are out of here as soon as you fork over the credits for your slave. I just hope she’s worth it.” Michael advised.
Kyle smirked. “Oh she is Michael, she is.”
Both turned and watch the end of the auctioneer’s description of the one they called Liz Parker. “Ladies, gentleman. This female has been a worker at the Clit Kat Brothel for over three years. Her c-unt is stretched, as is her anus from numerous lesions. Her breasts are rather small and her nipples no longer form erections. Her p-ussy has a tendency to run on the dry side; however, we are providing her with a yearlong supply of lubricant. So we will open the biding at 25 credits.” The auctioneer said hopefully.
The silence in the room was defying and the auctioneer cleared his throat. “How about 20 credits.” The auctioneer shook his head and groaned when he caught out of the corner of his eye her scratching her p-ssy. Hanging his head in defeat. “3 credits and she can cook too.”
“I’ll take her.” A voice called out. Everyone turned and watched as the local village idiot called Max Evans ran up to the podium to take his slave by her leash and pull her over to the cashier.
“Those two as so stupid they deserve to be together.” Michael quipped as he saw the Surveyor come over and place his hand on both of their foreheads. With a shake of his head, he reaches down and placed his hands over Max’s crotch.
“What the hell is he doing?” Kyle asked as he watches a blue light flow from the Surveyor hand to be absorbed by Max’s crotch.
Michael shrugged his shoulders. “He was deemed to stupid to breed. So to prevent an accident from happening with his slave he is being fixed.”
“Oh.” Kyle said as they watch the Surveyor pull back. Everyone moaned when they saw that Max (like the true village idiot he is) lose control of his bladder and pissed in his pants.
“Now that’s attractive.” Michael said as he watched them leading a pissy pants Max and bony ass Liz away from society never to be heard from again.
Michael realized that he was talking to himself when he noticed Kyle staring up at the podium. Groaning he turned and looked at the reason they were here. He had to admit that for a human she was attractive.
She had curly blond hair and sparkling blue eyes. He let his eyes wander over her body and took in her large breast, her nipples standing erect. Dropping his gaze, he saw that damp honey curls covered her sex, grinning he finish examining her body as she turned and gave the audience a view of her round firm rump. He watched Kyle’s reaction as the auctioneer began his spiel.
“Our next slave is Tess Harding and she has been working at the Clit Kat Brothel for the past year. She enters this auction of her own velocity. She has only been exposed to humanoid partners and prefers to remain with the same or similar species. Her breasts are full and extremely perky and her c-unt is still tight. Her anus has yet to be penetrated. Her p-ussy flows practically on command. We are opening this bid at 50 credits.”
“Fifty.” Kyle shouted out without hesitation.
“Seventy-five.” Another crewmember from one of the other ships in port called out.
Kyle turned and gave the other man a quick glance before saying. “One hundred credits.”
“One hundred and ten.” The other man countered.
“Kyle, she can’t possible be worth that many credits. Let us just get out of here. You will find another girl at some other brothel.” Michael urged when he saw Kyle getting ready to bid again.
“You just don’t understand.” Kyle explained before biding. “One hundred and fifty credits!”
The auctioneer and the rest of the audience turned and looked at the other man. With a shrug of his shoulders, he shook his head no. The auctioneer counted off the bid and shouted “Sold”.
Michael laughed good-naturedly as he slapped his first mate on the back as he whooped and went to pay the cashier. As soon as he finished paying, he turned and was greeted by a clearly happy Tess who giggled and threw herself into her owner’s arms.
Michael held his breath when he saw the Surveyor approach the couple. He watched as he placed his hands on their foreheads. After what seemed to be a lifetime he released the breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. The Surveyor smiled and joined Kyle’s and Tess’s hands together.
Michael began to make his way over to his friend when he was stopped by the sound of Captain Hank’s booming voice ringing out above all other. “The virgin. Bring us the virgin.” He shouted in a drunken slur.
“Who the hell let him in here?” He asked the man closes to him.
“He bribed his way in Captain Michael.” The young man answered. “He had been banned last year after his last slave was beaten to death but as the old saying goes money talks.”
Michael seethed with anger. He had been the one to find this slave. A young girl no more than eighteen or nineteen. He had confronted Hank over a supply ship and had beaten him. As was the tradition between the pirates, Michael was allowed to transfer over to Hanks cruiser to relieve it of what ever he wished with Hank’s gratitude. It was a tradition that had been honored for many years; it showed that the defeated pirate did not hold any hard feeling toward the other.
While touring the ship he came across the bloody and beaten girl. Her life force almost completely drained. Swearing he went to help her but that bastard Hank wouldn’t allow it. Michael did the only thing he could think of, he chose the girl as his prized and had them both transferred to his ship.
His ship doctor had worked valiantly to save her but lose his noble battle. Michael had never once left the girl’s side. Listening to her ramble aimlessly about her family and friends. About how she volunteered to be sold, to help raise money her father desperately needed.
Michael just sat with the girl who they called Isabel, holding her hand and encouraging her to try and fight. He knew it was a hopeless cause, that Hank had beaten her for the last time. A day later, he helped prepare her body and made the trip to her home planet to be given to her family for burial.
Then he had contacted the auction house and reported the incident. He had been advised that Captain Hank would be banned to all future auctions. It was the only form of punishment they could issue since killing of a slave was not technically a crime by the United Slave Commission.
Obviously, the boy next to him was right. Money does talks because here was that bastard preparing to buy his next victim. Michael wouldn’t allow it to happen, he wasn’t going to allow some poor innocent girl be beaten to death again by that man.
Just then, a hush came over the room as the lights were dimmed and a spotlight was focus on the podium. The auctioneer smiled, the virgin was always the high light of any auction and they only made appearance at a handful a year. It wasn’t easy to find girls who were complete virgins in their society, especially one as beautiful as the one here tonight.
With a nod of his head, the virgin was carried out. Everyone gasped when they took in the sight of her for the first time. Yes, this girl would bring in many credits. She was the type of slave that came along once in a lifetime.
Michael looked up just as they were brining the virgin out. He stopped in mid stride as his eyes fell upon her. He didn’t think it was possible, that any one female could be so beautiful. She had long flowing blond hair that had been adorn with jewels that glistened in the light. Her face was delicate yet strong at the same time. With eyes the shade of emeralds sparkling as she looked out to her audience. He moaned when he looked at her full and pouty lips that begged to be kissed.
He felt his c-ock harden as he drank in her nude body. This girl had been prepared for the auction thoroughly. They had covered her body with some kind of clear yet sparkly body paint. Making her sparkle as the light danced off her nude body. Her breast weren’t terrible huge, just the right size. Her nipples a rosy shade of pink, were already erect.
His eyes lingered down the length of her body taking in the curves of her hips, the flatness of her stomach, the muscular and shapely legs that seemed to go on for miles. He moaned when his gaze settled on her sex. As was the tradition whenever a virgin was being auctioned off that her p-ussy was, shave as a sign of her innocent.
Michael attention was drawn back to the auctioneer began to speak. “Ladies and gentlemen the slave you have all been waiting for. Our virgin Maria Deluca. She is an untouched virgin, never have even been kissed. Her c-unt is a tight as a glove and upon examination, her clit was found to be extremely sensitive and that her juices flow freely after little stimulation. Since such an open and untouched virgin is highly unusual we will open the biding at 250 credits.”
“250 Credits.” Hank shouted out to Michael distress.
Only one thought was running through Michael head. ‘I will not let that bastard kill another innocent woman.’ He said to himself as he called out. “300 Credits.”
“325.” Countered Hank as he glared at his opponent.
“350.” Fought Michael.
“425.” Hank up in an attempt to scare Michael off.
“500 Credits.” Michael offered, praying that he was close to winning the bidding because he only had 672 credits.
Everyone gasped when Michael shouted out his offer; however everyone ducked when a clearly exasperated Hank had been out bided as he began to toss the chairs closes to him. “Son of a bitch! That p-ussy was mine!” He screamed as several guards came and escorted him out.
The auctioneer cleared his throat. “The last bid was 500 credits, do we have any other bids.” He rushed and without waiting for a response he was striking his mallet three times signaling the closing of the biding.
Michael head began to spin as the realization that he had just become a sex slave owner. He turned to see Kyle and Tess heading their way over to him. “Michael what the hell happened. You just bought the virgin.”
Michael just nodded his head, still surprised that he done it. “I couldn’t let that bastard Hank win her. Nobody else was going to bid against him and you remember what happened to the last slave he bought.”
Before Kyle could say anything his attention was brought back to the podium. “Captain Michael, it is time for the Testing.” The auctioneer announced.
Michael groaned. The Testing was another tradition that went along with buying the virgin. He turned his attention to the left and saw that his slave, the one they called Maria was already prepped for the Testing.
There she was on a leather-clad chair, several pillows under her rump tilting her pelvis up. Her legs had been draped over the arms of the chair and spread apart before being tied to prevent her from closing. Her lower lips had been parted to reveal her clit and slit.
“Captain, please step forward and begin the Testing.” The auctioneer insisted.
Michael wiped his hands on his trousers as he stepped over to the podium and climbed up and stood before her. His senses went into over drive as he got closer to her and could actually inhale the aroma of her @#%$. Her heady scent was over powering and made his mouth watered.
He watched as the Surveyor joined them and closed his eyes as he felt his hand rest upon his forehead. Suddenly Michael’s mind was flooded with lighting speed imagines. Imagines of this woman spread before him. Of her from the time of her birth until a few minutes before appearing before the auction crowed.
Michael’s eyes fluttered opened as he felt the Surveyor pull his hand away. He glanced quickly over and saw for the first time Maria truly looking at him. He realized that she must have seen similar images that he had seen.
“Captain, the Surveyor has deemed you as both being well suited. We will now begin the Testing.” The auctioneer announced.
Michael nodded his head in agreement and stepped into the spaced between Maria’s spread legs. With a tender smile, he dropped to his knees before her, his eyes leveled to her c-unt.
Taking a deep breath Michael began the first part of the Testing, validating that her maidenhead was still intact. Running a callous finger along her clit, rubbing it gently in a circular motion, causing his new slave to moan and arch her back. Slowly he slid his finger down to her slit and slide it inside, grinning slightly when he felt her barrier, the proof of her innocent.
Michael slide his hand away from her p-ussy and dipped his mouth down to her opening for the second part of the Testing, the tasting of her juices. He ran his tongue along her p-ussy, teasing her clit with the tip of his tongue before lowering his mouth and sliding it into her dripping wet slit. Her juices exploding on his tongue.
Michael found himself lost in her p-ussy. The smell, the taste. He was in heaven, pure and simple. He blushed when the thundering applause registering in his ears. He had completed the Testing and by the way he had continued to tongue her it was obvious that she had passed the Testing.
“Ladies and gentlemen, that concludes our auction. Captain our helper will release your new slave, please accept her with our compliments and congratulations on your new sex slave.” The auctioneer said.
“Your new sex slave.” Michael said softly to himself before adding. “What the hell have I just gotten myself into.
Part 2
Michael opened the door to his cabin and motioned for Maria to enter. He smirked as he watched her shapely ass sashay into his quarters or what was now their quarters. He had to admit he couldn’t wait to bed his new slave.
He followed behind her and gave her a smirk before he turned to enter the locking code into the number pad next to the door. He was lost in the thoughts and fantasies of bedding Maria.
He was so deep into thought that what happened next shocked the s-hit out of him. One minute he was imagining kissing and touching the beautiful woman he was sharing is quarter with, the next he is prying her fingers away as she clawed at his eyes and pulled his hair after she had jumped on his back while he was locking his door.
“YOU RAT BASTARD, I’LL KILL YOU!” She shouted as she fell to the ground after Michael freed himself from her grip.
Michael spun around and caught Maria as she went to attack him a second time. Catching her wrists with one hand and with the other he scooped her up and tossed over his shoulder carrying a squirming Maria over a suspension beam that he used to hang from when he did upside down stomach crunches.
Flipping her over he used his powers to fuse the straps to her hands, securing her in place. Stepping back, he wiped the blood from his cheek that she had drawn with her nails. “F-UCKING BASTARD! YOU HAD NO RIGHT! NO RIGHT!” She screamed.
“SHUT UP!” Michael screamed as he stormed over to her, his temperature rising as was his c-ock when he took in the site of her chained to the beam, her breast heaving as her breath became labored from the excitement of what was happening.
“I F-UCKING HATE YOU!” Maria shouted at him. “YOU F-UCKED IT UP. YOU F-UCKED UP MY PL….” Maria’s words were cut off when Michael grabbed her head and crushed his lips to hers.
Maria wanted to fight him; she wanted to push him away with her body. Instead, she found herself moaning into his mouth and as she parted her lips to allow his silky tongue entrance. She felt light headed as she realized that it was her own juices she was tasting.
Maria whimpered as she felt his hands begin to roam her body, caressing her skin. Mapping every curve, every inch of her body was open to him. Everything flew out of her head as she felt his hand glide up her stomach to caress her breast as he lowered his head and began to trail a line of kisses down jaw line to the tender flesh of her neck.
Maria moaned as he dipped his head and began to kiss the top of her breast. She eyes closed slowly as he finally took her nipple into his mouth. Flicking his tongue over the pebbled peak before capturing it between his teeth and pulling at it slightly.
She was floating on air. The ways his mouth and hands made her body sing. She blushed slightly when he slide his free hand down to her p-ussy, she was sopping wet and that her juices were leaving a trail down both her inner thighs. She gasped as she felt his fingers playing with her clit. Rubbing it, twisting it. Then she stopped breathing completely when he slid four fingers deep inside of her without warning.
Kissing her nipple one last time he raised his head and watched the girl in front of him. Her eyes closed, her mouth formed into a perfect ‘O’. Her breath coming out ragged as she let herself go.
“Look at me.” He commanded her gently. “I’m will continue to finger f-uck you, to bring you to orgasm but you will explain to me why you attack me and what plan it was that I screwed up.” He explained as he continued to pump he fingers in and out of her tight slit.
“Go to Hell!” Maria spat.
Michael laughed; he had to admit she was a wild one. As quickly as he plunged his finger into her slit, he pulled them out. “So that’s how it’s gonna be is it.” He said chancing a glance at the young girl and was please to see the look of distress on her face. She had been close to achieving an orgasm, a few more seconds of pumping her like that and with a little tweak to her clit would have been enough to have sent her over the edge.
“I was being nice to you. I saved you from Hank and you attack me. First physically and then verbally. Now I tried to reason with you, asked you one simple question and you tell me to go to Hell. I don’t know who taught you how to be a slave but that isn’t the first step in pleasing your Master.” He said.
Maria was getting ready to argue when suddenly she felt him grab both legs underneath her kneecaps. She cried out when she felt him raise both legs straight out and then up, using his alien powers to secure each foot to the same holder that each hand was already in.
Maria blushed beet red. She was effectively bent in half, her shaved p-ussy completely exposed and her embarrassed face peeked out from between her thighs, directly above her c-unt.
Michael moved back and couldn’t keep from chuckling. ‘Now this was going to be fun.’ He thought to himself as he strolled over to a control panel on the wall and opened it. “I had this built in so that when I wasn’t using the beam it could be hidden in the ceiling. But since your p-ussy looks so pretty I think I will use it to raise you up so that it’s at my eye level.”
Without giving her a chance to say anything he turned the lever and watched as Maria body was raised s few feet in the air. Stopping when her p-ussy was at the level he wanted. With a flick of his hand the panel door was closed and he was making his was over to her.
“Well, well, well. Look at all your juices, practically pouring out of your c-unt. You probable still riding it, that rush that comes with getting off. Of course it is better if you actually get to get off.” He taunted.
“Let me go.” Maria cried out weakly. She didn’t want to feel what she was feeling. All she wanted was to follow through on the…
“Tell me what the plan is? Tell me why you put yourself up for auction?” Michael demanded.
Maria shook her head slightly. “Never, I won’t risk you screwing it up even more than you already have.”
Michael nodded his head and walked over to the footlocker at the foot of his bed. Opening it, he reached inside and pulled out an object that Maria had never seen before. It was a rod, but at the end of the rod was a rounded ball at least two almost three inches in diameter.
“I was hoping you would say that. It’s time for me to teach you who is the master and who is the slave. As your master it is my duty to protect you, to keep you safe. As a slave it is your duty to make sure that I can complete mine by being forthcoming with me. I know you desperately want to cum and if you had been a good slave and answered my question I would have let you but instead you have been a bad slave and need to be taught a lesson.” He explained.
Walking back to her he slapped the rod against his open palm, stopping when he was standing before her p-ussy. Grinning he raised the rod and rubbed the rounded head against her already hyper sensitive clit.
“I will ask you again. What is this plan you keep mentioning?” He asked softly.
Maria closed her eyes and bite her upper lip. “I told you I’m not going to tell you, so you might as well forget it.”
Maria eyes flew open when she suddenly felt the rod vibrating against her clit. “Oh god.” She cried out as Michael pushed it harder against her clit and rolled the pulsating instrument up and down her p-ussy, stopping at her tight slit to tease her opening before bring it back to up to her clit.
“Now I’ll ask you again and just keep this in mind I will continue to tease your p-ussy until you’re ready to burst. So what will it be, will you tell me or should I just continue to punish you” He asked, rubbing the toy harder than before.
Maria was going crazy, her p-ussy was on fire. Her clit was throbbing and her c-unt was contracting uncontrollable. She didn’t know how long she could take this torture. She was trying to gain so sense of control but that was lost when Michael began to slide the rod up and down her p-ussy at a unbearable slow pace.
With out a second thought she heard herself screaming. “Oh God, I’ll tell you, I’ll tell you. Just please, please make me cum.” She begged.
Michael grinned as he removed the toy from her p-ussy causing her to cry out in frustration. “I thought you would see it my way. First you tell me what the plan was and then I’ll let you cum.” He said gently as he brushed back her hair from her face before pulling over a chair to sit in to listen to her explanation.
Maria blanched when she saw this. “You’re not going to keep me hanging like this, are you?”
Michael laughed. “What do you think.” With that he settled down to listen to Maria’s story.
Part 3
“Please.” Maria begged softly. “My wrists are so sore and I can’t feel my fingers.” She cried.
Michael studied her face, sighing he got up and went over to the control panel and lowered Maria. Walking back, he examined the restraints and saw that they really were pinching her skin and that it appeared the blood had stopped flowing. He had made them to tight. Cursing himself, he stood behind her.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t realize. I’m going to support your body against mine, with my arm around your waist to keep you from falling when I release the restraints. Alright?” He said softly as he wrapped his arm around her waist and held her body flushed against his.
Maria nodded, a sob escaping from her lips. Michael’s heart constricted at the sound of hearing her cry. She truly was in physical pain because of him. He had no right to hurt her so and knew he would need to make it up to her. To be spanked and such was one thing, but to cut off her circulation was something else.
A second later, he held his hand out, concentrated on the restraint, and watched as they dissolved and released her. Maria’s feet never even touched the ground as Michael scooped her up in his arms and walked back to the chair.
Smirking he settled himself in the chair with Maria sitting on his lap, her head resting against his chest. Reaching down he gathered her small hands in his and gently began to massage them to ease the pain.
“Better?” He whispered
He smiled when he heard Maria yawn and nod her head slightly. She was exhausted, today had been a long day and everything was finally catching up with her. He considered demanding that she explain everything but decided to let her rest instead.
When he looked down and saw that she had indeed fallen asleep, he gently lifted her and laid her down on his bed. Making his way over to the intercom he informed Kyle that he was to take the helm for the night. When he was done he walked back to his bed and studied the young woman occupying it while he stripped out of his clothes.
Naked, with a raging hard on he climbed into bed beside her. She was laying on her side and Michael gathered her in his arms and pulled her body tightly next to his. He couldn’t believe how comfortable this felt. Holding this woman so close, breathing in her scent. With a sigh he closed his eyes and let sleep encompass him.
****
The next morning Michael woke up and smiled when he felt Maria stir in his arms. He still felt some guilt for hurting her and decided that the first thing he would do was reward her for that pain.
Grinning he pushed her back on to the bed and began to kiss her neck and was rewarded with her moaning. “Oh, my.” She said as her eyes fluttered open.
“Good morning slave.” Michael said before he dipped his head down and took her nipple into his mouth. He slowly suckled the tender flesh until it was a harden peak, then gently caught it between his teeth and pulled on it causing her to gasp and arch her back.
“More, please.” She begged as that feeling from the night before returned in full force.
Michael chuckled lightly as he removed his mouth from her breast, listening carefully to the whimper of desires before he captured her other breast and gave it the same loving treatment. Pulling back, he sat up and admired the beautiful blonde in his bed.
Deciding that he wanted to see more of her he tossed the blankets covering the rest of her body aside to bare her to him. “Perfect.” He said as he settles down beside her, pulling her so that she was lying on top of him. He grinned when he heard her sharp intake of breath at the first contact of his c-ock slapping against her @#%$.
“I’ve decided that your confession can wait.” He informed. “I’ve decided that you should be rewarded for handling your punishment so well last night. Do you think you should be rewarded?” He asked teasingly.
Maria studied the man lying beneath her. As angry as she was that he had screwed up her plan she wouldn’t mind screwing him. Smiling she nodded her head in agreement. If anyone deserved a reward it was she. Her p-ussy was still desperate to be touched, that torture he put her through last night left her feeling incomplete.
“Very well, if you want to be rewarded then you need to get in the proper position.” He said with a wink.
Maria grinned as she saw the look of lust in his eyes. “What position would that be Sir?”
With out saying a word he grabbed her by the waist, lifted her up, and forward. Quickly she grabbed onto the headboard as she felt her knees settled on either side of his head.
Looking down in confusion she was embarrassed to realize that her c-unt was directly over his face, his mouth to be exact. There were only a few inches between the two. She was getting ready to question him when she felt him pulling her towards him.
“F-UCK!” She shouted at the first contact of his tongue against her clit. She moaned in pleasure as he lapped at her p-ussy in a slow and leisurely pace. She wanted more but she wasn’t sure if she should ask him when suddenly she shouted out in pleasure as he plowed his tongue into her tight slit, causing her to buck uncontrollable.
Michael closed his eyes as he f-ucked her c-unt with his tongue. Damn she was a tasty b-itch, he could eat her p-ussy nonstop she tasted so good. He smirked when he heard her shout out and held his hands on her hips to help her control her movements as she began to flex her hips in her need for completion.
Slipping his tongue out he moved it up a little to tease her clit, please to hear her beg. “Oh please, s-hit, please fill my c-unt up again. Please.”
Moving his mouth away he heard her cry out in frustration. Wiggling out from beneath her he got up and stood by the bed. “You’ve been given pleasure, now I think it is my turn. I want to feel those pouty lips of yours wrapped around my c-ock. I want to see if the tongue can do anything other than b-itch at me. So turn around and please your master.” He ordered her.
Maria whimpered but did as she was told, whether she liked it or not she was his slave. For the first time she actually looked at the man c-ock and her breath was taken away. It was the most beautiful c-ock she had ever laid her eyes on. His erection stood straight up he was so hard, his pre-cum flowed from his tip.
Her mouth watered, dying to suck on his huge p-rick, it had to be at least ten to twelve inches long and was nice and thick. Her slit throbbed at the idea that this c-ock would be f-ucking her soon, taking her ridiculous virginity away. She had made sure over the past year to keep it intact so that she could follow through with her plan but now that it had been compromised she saw no reason to stay a virgin. She knew her c-unt was sick of it. She had spent too many nights using her fingers to bring her to orgasm and it was never enough.
Getting down on her hands and knees she scampered over to the edge of the bed, her mouth mere inches away from his c-ock. Licking her lip she looked up into her master’s deep brown eyes. Unable to hide her insecurity, she reached out a tentative hand and ran a finger up and down his c-ock.
Michael hissed at the first contact of his finger on his dick. Looking down he could see she was nervous and took pity on her. “Kiss the tip of my c-ock.” He ordered her.
Maria bent forward and kissed the tip of his c-ock, letting her lips linger on the silky flesh. She jumped slightly when she felt his hand cover hers and slightly moved his p-rick against her lips, spreading his pre-cum over her mouth before whispering. “Open your mouth, take my head into you mouth and suck it.
Sighing she opened her mouth as commanded and took the huge mushroom head into her mouth and sucked it. She heard him grunt as she began to suckle him, flicking her tongue over the tip of his c-ock.
Gaining more confidence she began to slid his c-ock in and out of her mouth. Running her tongue up on the underside of his prick, savoring the taste of his pre-cum. She closed her eyes as she felt Michael’s hands on the side of her face, forcing her to still her actions as he began to f-uck her mouth.
Maria couldn’t help but to gag as his huge c-ock slid all the way to the back of her throat. Michael still his movements and watched as she tried to take all of him in her mouth again.
He was so close, too close. He didn’t want to cum in her mouth, he wanted to cum in her p-ussy. Grunting he placed his hand on her shoulder and had pushed her back, slipping his c-ock out of her mouth.
He continued to push her back on to the bed as he laid down on top of her. His mouth attacking hers, he’s tongue demanding entrance. Snaking his hand down between them he rubbed her clit to prepare her for what was about to happen.
Maria purred as Michael kissed her over and over again as his fingers teased her clit. She could feel his hard on pressing at her entrance. She sighed in anticipation with the realization that his huge p-rick would soon be buried deep inside her.
She spread her legs to give him greater access. She felt Michael running his free hand down her thigh, catching her leg beneath knee and lifted it up high over his hip. He slid his hand away and cupped her cheek as he moved his hand away from her clit and wrapped it around his c-ock, rubbing the tip against her s-lit.
She moaned as he slowly began to slip his c-ock into her tight s-lit. Grunting at the tightness sounding his dick. He couldn’t stop watching her face, the way her eyes fluttered shut as he began to penetrate her.
He stilled when he felt her hymen for the second time. He saw her open her eyes, seeking out his. He gave her a reassuring smile as he pulled out, bending his head to kissed her as he plowed ahead quickly, popping her cherry as quickly as possible.
He heard her gasped as he moved down to suck on the tender flesh of her neck. He couldn’t control himself as he began to pound into her. He was lost in her p-ussy, the tightness of her c-unt.
He was able to remember that this was her first time and wanted her to get as much pleasure as he was getting from being inside her. Slipping her hand between their body he began to rub her clit to help her find her release.
Maria was moaning uncontrollable as Michael c-ock slipped in and out of her. She was lost to everything that was around her. The only thing she could concentrate on was her c-unt and the huge dick pounding into it, the fingers playing with her clit.
Her p-ussy nerve ending were on overload. She had been teased yesterday and this morning to the breaking point and all she wanted to do was to cum desperately. She cried out as her s-lit began to twitch with the beginning of her orgasm.
“That’s right baby, let it happen.” Michael encouraged her as he f-ucked her p-ussy.
“OHHHHHHHH! F-uck me, oh god! F-uck my p-ussy! Make me cum!!!” Maria shouted as the muscles in her legs began to spasm uncontrollable.
“How bad do you want it!” Michael demanded as he slowed down his thrust. He amazed himself with the amount of self control he was showing.
“Anything!! Oh god I’ll do anything you ask if you let me cum!!” She cried hysterically. God all she wanted to do was to cum and he wasn’t letting her. She whimpered as he stilled his fingers that had been working her throbbing clit.
“You better believe you’ll do whatever I ask.” Michael whispered into her mouth as he crushed his lips to hers, plunging his tongue deep inside as he began to pick up speed again, tickling her clit.
“Yes! Yes! F-uck my p-ussy! Tease my clit! Please anything, just make it happen!!” She begged.
Michael pounded into her, his release ready to explode. Her p-ussy was ready, he could feel her walls tightening around his c-ock like a vice. Two more thrust and he was going to shoot his load, he wanted her to cum with him. So he pinched her clit between his thumb and forefinger causing her to cry out and twisted it bringing her over the edge as he pumped into her, finding his own release.
“Yes!! Oh f-uck yes!! Oh I’m cumming!! S-hit!! Feels so good! Oh my clit!! F-uck, rub it harder!!” She begged as her orgasm rushed though her body.
Michael continued to plow in and out of her, rubbing her clit as she came over and over again. He grinned when he watched the way she bucked beneath him, causing him to slip deeper inside. He wished he had a picture of her face as she finally came, she was beautiful. Her eyes screwed shut, her mouth open as she panted and begged him for more.
Finally he slowed down and saw that she was had collapsed underneath him. Her s-lit still spasm around his c-ock. He let himself fall on top of her spent body, rolling them onto their sides. His dick still within her.
After a few seconds he raised his hand and slapped it across her ass sharply, causing her to cry out. She looked up to see him smirk at her and she gave him her best glare, causing her to be rewarded with another sharp slap.
“AWWW. Why are you doing that?” She question as she tried to pull away from him only to be slapped a third time.
“Because somebody forgot to thank their Master for letting them cum. That same somebody keeps on forgetting that she is her Master’s property, which means that she does not refer to her clit and p-ussy as her own but as his. And that certain somebody needs to be taught her proper place.” Michael said with a grin as he pulled out and got up from the bed, dragging her with him.
Moving her to the middle of the room her made her bend over and hold onto the desk. Her rump pointed out towards him. “You’re going to get a spanking to teach you some manners and then you will tell me everything you have been keeping from me since I bought you. After that I will decide if you should be punished some more.” Michael explained as he went over and pulled down a small oar paddle.
Smiling he raised the wooden tool and began spanking his slave. Grinning at the way she moaned and whimpered as it made contact with her flesh over and over again. “I don’t like a slave who just whimpers as she being punished. Swing those hips.” Michael commanded.
And so the punishment continued as Michael paddled Maria redden ass as she swung her hips back and forth, the paddle slapping against her ass. Maria was crying uncontrollable as she realized that she was truly this man’s slave and had to do whatever he wished. The only thing that made up for this was the knowledge that he would f-uck her again. She just didn’t know how he would react when she told him her story. None of that mattered as she let herself get lost in the feeling of the paddle slapping across her ass.
Part 4
Maria whimpered as she bounced on Michael’s c-ock. When he had finished giving her the spanking she was shocked to feel her masters renewed erection pressing into her ass. She gasped as he pulled over his chair and settled in it, grabbing her and impaling her on his c-ock in one thrust.
Within seconds she found herself bouncing up and down his engorged dick, her c-unt stretching to accommodate him. She moaned as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her body against his, rubbing her harden nipples against his chisel chest.
Michael grunted, maybe having a slave wasn’t so bad after all. Especial a slave who liked to be f-ucked and f-ucked often. She was like a b-itch in heat, her p-ussy begging to be touched, her c-unt begging to be filled and he had just the c-ock to fill it.
He grabbed a fist full of her hair and pulled her head back, crushing his mouth against hers. He ran his tongue over her lips, seeking entrance. Running his tongue against hers he reached down and slipped his hand down where they were joined.
Slipping a couple of fingers down he began to rub her clit as her juices flowed from her c-unt down his length. He grunted as he pounded into her. He was ready to explode and could feel her tight sheath begin to tighten around his c-ock. Rubbing her clit she found her release and came with a garble cry.
Holding her close, their bodies still bound together he whispered in her ear. “Tell me the plan.”
Maria whimpered as her master slid his hand up her body and pinched her rosy nipple. “GAHH, I wanted to kill him. I just wanted to kill him.” She confessed as she dropped her head onto her master’s shoulder.
Michael turned his head and looked at the woman sitting on his lap, his c-ock buried deep inside her as her words sunk in. “You wanted to kill him.” He repeated in awe. “What exactly was the plan, besides killing him?” He asked curiously.
Maria pulled back and looked Michael in the eyes. She couldn’t explain it, maybe it was because his dick was pushed up inside her c-unt but she knew she could trust him and decided to tell him everything. “I planned it. I planned on being put up at the auction. I planned Captain Hank’s authorization into the auction. I planned on him buying me and bringing me back to his ship, where I was going to slice the Bastard’s throat.”
Michael’s eyes narrowed. She was serious, if he hadn’t bought her yesterday and saved her from her own plan she wouldn’t be sitting on his lap f-ucking like a pro but in a confinement cell awaiting her execution.
He couldn’t contain the anger in his voice. “That was your f-ucking plan. You were just going to walk into his cabin and pick up the nearest knife and killed him. Then what!! What the f-uck were you going to do then?” He shouted, cutting her off when she went to answer him. “I’ll tell you what you would have done, you would have ended up being killed by his men after they gave you a mock trial! They probable would have taken turns raping you first though! Was that part of the plan too!!”
Maria huffed. How dare he yell at her like this. She may be his slave but she wasn’t a fool, besides the only thing in her life that meant anything to her was this revenge. Why didn’t he understand that. She wasn’t a fool, she knew it was suicide.
Maria defenses got the best of her as she shouted back. “You don’t think I know this. You think I was willing to walk in there without thinking what was going to happen after. Don’t you think I was prepared to do whatever was necessary as long as I could kill him.”
The realization of what she was saying was overpowering. She was willing to kill herself. She was going to kill Hank and then herself. He couldn’t believe it. What had he done to her that made her feel so strong.
“Why?” He asked simply. He didn’t need to saying anything else, she knew what he was really asking.
Maria took a shaky breath. “He killed the one person I ever loved. He murdered her in cold blood with his bare hands.”
Michael shook his head. “What are you talking about. I don’t understand.”
Maria sniffled, she hadn’t realized she was crying until now. “There was this person, this woman. Her father worked for my father until my father fired hers because of our friendship.”
“Why would your father fire her father because you two were friends. That doesn’t make sense.” He reasoned.
Maria closed her eyes, she wasn’t sure he would understand what she was about to tell him but she decided to be honest. “Because we weren’t just friends, we were lovers. My father came upon us in my room one day as she was going down on me. He had her thrown out of our house and then had her father fired.”
To say Michael was shocked by this would be an understatement. “Lovers, but you were a virgin. I felt your hymen last night when I f-ucked you.”
Maria gave him a smile. “I was a virgin. I only told you and the others that I had never been touched by a man. I never said the same went for women. Everyone just assumed that I hadn’t ever been with anyone before.”
He nodded in understanding, her being a virgin was the least of his concerns. His main concern was to hear the rest of the story. “Forget it, I don’t want to discuss that. I want to know how your lover ended up being killed by Hank.”
She ran a hand through her hair and continued her story. “After her father was fired her family needed money. Her father tried to find employment else where but he didn’t have any luck. Finally she decided that since she was the reason he was fired that she would earn the money to keep the family afloat. Unfortunately the only way for her to do this was to put herself up for auction and that animal Hank bought her and killed her.” She hissed.
Michael head was spinning. It couldn’t be. Could it? Was the woman she spoke about the same one he had tried to rescue. Was she trying to kill Hank in her name. He was about to ask her when suddenly her voice range out sending his mind racing in a million directions as he heard her sob. “He killed my Isabel.”
Part 5
The next few weeks went by in a whirlwind. After Michael had comforted Maria and had revealed his part in Isabel’s death they had decided that dealing with Hank would have to wait.
He had decided that she would never let her revenge go and as far as he could see it was justified. He would never forget the battered woman he had rescued a year ago. He would never let the woman he shared his bed with be used as bait though. He promised her that they would work together, he just had to find the right time and place to take care of this.
Of course he wasn’t complaining, he has been enjoying his little minx of a slave. He had thought things would slow down after Maria confessed to her relationship with Isabel but it hadn’t. Her sexual appetite was a strong as his and her willingness to perform as a slave was amazing.
He hadn’t realized that she had gone through Pleasure Slave training but once he did he understood why she accepted being a slave so willingly. The Pleasure Slave training was intense, not only in showing and teaching different sexual techniques but also in acceptance of your place and status as a slave and you are not allowed to be put up for auction until you pass numerous physiological exams, exams that are impossible to fake.
Just because she had passed all the examines didn’t mean that her spirit was broken. Michael liked how determined Maria was but he knew that he couldn’t let her know this and had spent the past few weeks teaching her where her place was.
He still smiled whenever he thought about the day that Maria had refused to eat her breakfast and he had her hung in the ship’s lounge for the day in that wonderful position that he had her in the first night her brought her onto the ship. This time he used fur lined cuffs that didn’t cut into her wrists and ankles.
He had announced to his crew that his slave had been misbehaving and needed to be taught a lesson about not disobeying her master. He had given his crew permission to touch and taste his slave but that they we’re not allowed to bring her to orgasm.
For eight hours Maria hung in the lounge and for eight hours her p-ussy was teased and tormented as his men took turns exploring her c-unt. Michael had made sure that she was in line to one of the many security cameras on board and enjoyed watching her suffer while on deck commanding the ship crew.
He had walked around that day with a hard on that could break rocks but he didn’t cave in. Not even when he saw her sobbing and begging for him to f-uck her c-unt to fill her tight slit. Finally after he was relieved by Kyle did he go to the lounge. He kissed her lightly on the lips and asked her if she still wasn’t hungry.
Maria had shook her head and he lowered her from her restraints. Her feet no sooner touched the floor than she was throwing herself in his arms and rubbing her cleft against him. Smirking he motioned for the cook to bring out the special stew he had made just for her.
All the meat and vegetables were cut bite size with just right amount of gravy. Easing her out of his arms he turned her to face his crew, a blush creeping up her face as she stood nude in front of them. The realization that she would have to eat in front of them making her feel vulnerable.
Michael could feel her hesitation but couldn’t let it control him or her and had decided that he would continue with his plan. So with a nod of his head the plate of food was placed on the floor in front of Maria. He will never forget how her back stiffen when she realized what he expected her to do and with shaky legs she proceeded to fulfill his desire and dropped down onto her hands and knees and crawled over to her food.
With a sigh of acceptance she bent her head and ate the food provided. She wasn’t shocked when she felt the first crack of the soft leather whip he had gotten for their enjoyment. He knew she desired the punishment as she flex her hips out inviting the warm contact of the leather against her rump.
That had be a major turning point for both of them. She finally accepted her place and knew that Michael was only doing things that helped take care of her. He had finally realized how much faith she had given to him willingly. That was the first night that he had made love to her instead of just f-uck her.
Now here they were a week later getting ready to compete against Kyle and his slave Tess. Kyle had been bragging about how Tess’s p-ussy was always ready for f-ucking and that she practically came on command.
Michael found that hard to believe, beside he knew that Maria had an over sensitive clit that didn’t take much stimulation to get her to cum. Just a few rubs, a twist and his c-ock pounding into her. Hell she didn’t even need his c-ock, she came sometimes just while he was bathing her, when he played with her clit.
Next thing he knows him and Kyle are betting who’s slave can cum first using vibrating rods. Now he is standing in the crew’s lounge, both slaves were in high back chairs with the legs spread completely apart being cheered on as they massage their p-ussy furiously with the rods.
Grinning he watched Maria pink c-unt twitching, she was close to coming. Her hips were flexing on uncontrollable as she pressed the rod on the top of her clit, twisting it in half moon circles as her eyes were screwed shut.
Michael turned and looked at Tess’s p-ussy and saw how close she was. He heard Kyle shout out encouragement to his slave. Michael also encouraged Maria too even though a small part of him didn’t want her to win. He wanted her to lose, the prospects of punishing her was overwhelming.
“Ohhhh, ohhhh!! I’m cumming!! I’m cumming!!” Tess announced as she pressed the vibrator against her clit a little harder. They all cheered as her c-unt spasm and her cum shot out of her slit.
Michael walked over and stilled Maria’s hand taking the vibrator away from her throbbing clit. He smiled slightly as she wailed in frustration, her juices flowed from her slit.
Bending down he whispered in her ear. “I’m very disappointed in you Maria. I expected you to be able to win that contest easily. I will have to pay Kyle 100 credits because of you. Now Tess was a good slave and deserves to be rewarded. You will go over and eat her p-ussy and make her cum.”
Maria sobbed as her poor abused clit throbbed begging for release. She nuzzled her nose into her Masters neck. “Please Master, please I was so close to cumming! Please let me cum!”
Michael pulled back and shook his head. “Only good slaves get to cum and you haven’t been a good slave. You have been a bad slave and you know what happens to a bad slave. Tell me Maria what happens to a bad slave.”
“Punished! Oh God they’re punished for not pleasing their Masters! Please, please punish me!! I deserve to be punished!!” She begged him.
Michael chuckled and winked at Kyle who smirked and went and got the stuff for Maria’s punishment. Maria groaned and flexed her hips as Michael lightly ran his fingers over her slicked puckered lips.
“Here you go Michael.” Kyle said as he placed the basket down next to Michael.
“Maria, look at me.” He order her gently as he pulled out the specially made dildo he had ordered for her. It had two rods only a few inches apart. The first one was longer and had a thicker head, the second one was thinner.
“I had this designed especially for you, it’s a double dildo. One for your c-unt and one for your a-sshole. So that your being filled completely.” He explained as he reached in and pulled out a container with a brown liquid inside. When he removed the cover she was shocked at how strong the spicy concoction was.
“Now I didn’t want you to think that you were being rewarded by having your c-unt and a-sshole filled. So I thought about how I could make something that would give you incredible pleasure and make it painful enough to remind you how much you disappointed your Master.” Michael explained as he dipped the larger rod into the spicy liquid.
Maria sobbed at the realization of what was about to happen. Her hips flexed as she craved to feel the rods fill her needy holes. She watched in awe as he dipped the larger of the two rods into the container, coating it completely.
Michael lifted the dildo and moved over to his slave. Bending down he kissed her lightly and whispered so only she could hear him. “Make me proud, suffer for me.” He told her as he gently began to slid the dildos into her, enthralled by the way she moaned and bucked as both her shafts were penetrated.
Maria cried out as the heat from the spices attacked her c-unt, burning and itching uncontrollable. Michael grinned as he took in the site of her being filled with his new toy. He amazed himself at how easy it was for him to forget the others in the room.
Cupping her tearstained cheek he reached down and took her hand. Urging her to stand up and facing her toward Tess and Kyle. He smiled as he watched Kyle fondle Tess’s breast, keeping her aroused.
Kissing her on the cheek he slapped her ass and told her to go over to Tess and to give her the reward she so richly deserved. Whimpering and grinding her hips to alleviate the burning deep inside she made her way over to the other blond and dropped to her knees before her p-ussy.
Inhaling her aroma she kissed Tess’s thigh gently before dipping her head and sucking on her clit. Pointing her ass out toward her Master she wiggled her ass, begging him to spank her. Finally as she plowed her tongue into Tess’s slit did she feel the first crack of the wooden paddle against her ass, driving the plug a little deeper with each slap.
Maria was lost as she continue to slid her tongue in and out of Tess’s c-unt. Her ass burning as her Master paddled her, her slit itching as it burned with the spices buried deep inside her.
Slipping her tongue out she lapped at Tess’s p-ussy like an eager puppy as Tess flexed her hips begging for completion. Pulling her clit into her mouth she caught it between her teeth and bit it slightly, flicking her tongue over the tip bringing Tess over the edge as she screamed as she came into Maria’s waiting mouth.
Maria didn’t know how long they continued this way. Her f-ucking Tess’s c-unt with her tongue as her Master punished her poor spanked ass. All she knew was that she never felt more alive than at that very moment. She was able to forget everything else and only concentrate on her body, her p-ussy. Nothing else mattered. Not her situation, not her family, not even the revenge she craved. The only person who that mattered was in the room with her right now punishing her in the most delightful way.
Part 6
Maria grinned as she looked down and took in the form of the man laying next to her in bed. The past few weeks had been amazing. After the little contest with Tess her and Michael relationship had moved onto a whole new level.
That night after Michael had carried her back to their room he had been so gentle with her. Removing the dildos, bringing her to the warm bath that he had drawn for her, washing her, caressing her, sliding his fingers in and out of her tight s-lit and bringing her to the orgasm she had been craving for so long.
Later that night she had never felt so complete than as she laid in bed resting her head against Michael chest, listening to his heartbeat as he ran his hand through her hair and talking about their lives.
That was the first time she realized that he wasn’t just her Master but he was Michael. It was also the first time she really noticed that they didn’t f-uck like they use to, that Michael was making love to her.
That didn’t mean that things still were intense between them. They still had the most amazing f-uck sessions. However somewhere along the line their roles became interchangeable.
The first time she realized this was on the third morning after the contest when Michael had forgotten to have her breakfast delivered. He had come to their cabin to retrieve his ship log when he saw her sitting on the bed with her head buried in her arms. His ship log completely forgotten he hurried over to her.
His concern was for her and when she had admitted that she was upset because she had thought he had forgotten about her made his heart break. She would never know what had made him offer himself up for punishment, she was sure he didn’t know himself but he did.
Maria watched him as he went over to the intercom and told Kyle to send breakfast down at once and that he would have command of the ship for the rest of the shift. While Maria ate her breakfast she watched as Michael stripped his uniform off and stood before her completely naked.
When she was done he removed the tray of dishes and went over and picked up his discarded shirt, handing it too her. She knew what he was offering her, he was offer her his own vulnerability. With a nod of her head she donned the shirt and brought him over to the coffee table that sat in the middle of the room.
Biting her lip at the thought that she would be punishing her Master was overpowering and she felt her p-ussy come to life as her clit began to throb as she eyed his huge c-ock, please to see that he was hard as a rock and tiny droplet of pre-cum glistening on the tip of his p-rick.
With a surprisingly strong voice she commanded him to squat with is legs spread wide so that she could see his dick. Walking behind him she grabbed his ass cheeks and pulled them apart to reveal his puckered a-sshole.
That had been something she had been denied before, access to his most private opening. Grinning she reached out and stroked it ever so lightly, biting back a giggle as he grunted and bucked his hips forward.
Letting go of his ass she turned and spied the toy chest he had made just for her. With a wicked smile she slapped his ass and told him to behave while she went and found something for them to play with.
Going over she opened the chest and sighed as she took in all the toys he had gotten for her, some that she was eager to use on him. Eyeing the things she wanted she gathered them and returned to her ‘slave’.
Putting down a few of the objects she went over and stood before him, pleased to see that his dick had even grown harder. Reaching out she ran a hand down his cheek and told him that he had been a very bad boy and that he need to be taught a lesson himself. Smiling she revealed what she was hiding in her hands and found herself giddy as he groaned at the thought of being subjected to the torture she held before her.
Two shiny nipple clamps. She lowered her head and sucked his first nipple into her mouth, teasing it and twisting it with her teeth until it was nice and erect and then moving over to tease his other nipple. When she was satisfied that his nipples were just right she pulled back and slip the first and then the second clamp to him.
Michael hissed as she set them on high and moaned at the sensation of being clamped for the first time. She bent down and kissed him lightly on the lips whispering for him to stay perfectly still while she set up his real punishment.
Michael could hear her behind him. He could hear the sound of metal, he knew it was a chain and he heard the sound of something being snapped into place. He closed his eyes when she told him to get down and to join her.
With more grace than he ever knew he possessed he slowly lowered himself to the floor and turned to face Maria who was standing by their bed. He gasped when he saw what she had planned for him as he took in the site of the chain hanging from the ceiling, of the metal rod at the end of the chain and the stirrups restraints for his feet.
Numbly he made his way over to her. Panic coursed through his body. What if he wasn’t able to handle what she was about to do? That fear quickly diminished as he saw the look of what he could only refer to as love in her eyes. She had trusted him completely and now it was his turn to prove his trust in her.
Maria instructed him to lay down on his back with his legs facing out. Quickly she strapped in his feet and pressed the small button on the bottom of the rod, forcing his legs to spread to an unbearable degree, when she was satisfied with the positioning of his limbs she stepped back to the wall at the head of the bed and pressed the button that controlled the runner for the chain. When his upper back, neck, shoulder and head were the only thing resting on the bed did she finally stop.
Grabbing some pillows she propped Michael head up so that he would see everything she was doing to him. Michael had tears in his eyes as he realized how he must look. He was spread eagle and he knew his anus was completely exposed to her as he could feel his ass cheeks being spread apart as she adjusted the rod between his fee.
He jumped slight when Maria finally spoke and told him to cup his hands over his c-ock and balls. Nodding his head slightly he moved his hand down and placed them over his dick, pulling his nuts up slightly.
He watched as she turned and went over to the table that she had left whatever else she had pulled out of the chest and he felt a shiver run through him when he saw that she held a small leather whip in her hands.
Without saying a work she snapped the whip, targeting the crack of Michael’s ass, especially his unprotected anus and the base of his scrotum. Michael didn’t try to contain his cries as she continued to whip him, as the feel of the leather making contact with the tender flesh over and over again. His cries only seemed to entice her and she continued with the punishment, smiling as she watched the way he flexed his hips. Altering her blows from the crack of his ass to across his taunt cheeks.
When his ass was as red as a holly berry and his anus was twitching uncontrollable did she finally drop the whip to the floor. She was so turned on at this very moment that she thought she would faint with the need to feel that c-ock of his sliding in and out of her slit.
She had to bury that need and finish the punishment. She saw how his eyes were screwed shut as he whimpered in anticipation of what would happen next. Turning she grabbed the last two things she had taken out.
She watched as he tried to get his breathing under control and how he continued to keep his eyes shut. That all changed though when his eyes flew open at the first touches of her fingers penetrating his a-sshole, spreading what he knew to be some sexual lube.
He watched with baited breath as she slid three fingers deeply in and out of his opening. He stopped breathing all together when he saw the last toy she had. It was the ten inch dildo he had picked up for her. He closed his eyes as she slowly began to penetrate his virginal ass, sliding the huge fake c-ock in and out in the most pleasant of rhythms.
He was out of control, he bucked with each thrust of the dildo and found himself begging for permission to touch his own co-ck. He needed to pump his dick, he needed to alleviate the pressure building up.
Finally as she f-ucked his a-sshole did she gave him permission to jerk off. Michael head was rolling back in forth as he let himself go completely. His anus was being stimulated by Maria as he worked his hand up and down his c-ock, pumping it in time to each of Maria’s thrust. With a cry of ecstasy he came all over his hand and stomach as Maria continued to plow the dildo in and out of him until finally her hand stilled, pulling the toy out of his ass completely.
He felt the shifting of the bed as Maria made her way up to him. Smiling as she saw the look of utter contentment on his face. He slowly opened his eyes and gave her a tired smile.
She ran her finger along his lips before bending down and bestowing a tender kiss upon his mouth. Sitting back a little she reached over and picked up a cloth and cleaned up his sticky cum from his stomach and hands.
Michael then felt the chain being lowered and the restraints unfasten. Groaning he let his legs close slightly. His groan soon replaced by moans as Maria tenderly massage his calves and thighs.
Later, after Maria had stripped herself of his shirt and had removed the clamps from his swollen nipples did they fall asleep wrapped in each other arms. Maria would wake up to Michael gently penetrating her as he kissed her collarbone, realizing for the first time that he was actually making love to her. As he rocked back and forth bringing her over the edge she shouted out the one thing she never thought she would say. She shouted out his name.
After that she gradually stopped calling him Master and began to call him Michael when she felt it was appropriate, usually when his c-ock was nestled deep inside of her did she crave to say his name but after a while when they would be talking did the urge become overbearing.
With a shake of her head she smiled and stared down at his beautiful face. She loved the way his guard went down while he slept. She loved the way he snored softly. She loved the way his arms wrapped around her and held her close. The realization hit her like a ton of bricks, she was in love with him. With Michael, with her Master.
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