My Name is Mud

Chapter 6

James hastily pulled on his pants and pulled the girl to her feet. He left the belt strapped around her body, but shoved her forward, guiding her movement.

“I won’t run away again, you can take the belt off.” She stated plainly.

Hoarsely, with some smug irritation he stated, “Oh I know. You have no money, no means of transportation, no where to go, no one to go to…and above all, you don’t have any clothes. You’re not going anywhere.” She was stung by truth of his words. But didn’t say anything, and tried not to cry. He went on, “But, besides all that. I like the way you look like this. Defenseless, vulnerable to my every whim.” She could hear a smile in his tone, but didn’t reply, and conversation dropped off for a few minutes.

She felt the cool leather against her skin, the light spring breeze, just cold enough to keep her nipples hard. Her long hair tickled her shoulders and her breasts. The stones and forest ground hurting her soft feet.

They had been walking for sometime when a two story cabin came into site, as they walked up to the front door James told her, “I don’t care about who you were. You are mine now, you will only think about me, and doing what I want. For now, you’re name is Katya…on the off-chance I call you something other than bitch, slut, whore, or whatever the fuck else I want to call you. Understand, Katya?” He shoved her in front of him toward the door.

“Yes, Master.” She consented quietly.

He pressed himself against her, so she could feel his hard-on, and whispered huskily in her ear, “Mm, I’m really liking the sound of that.” He opened the door and shoved her inside.

She fell to her knees on the hard-wood floor. She was in complete darkness for a few second before James clicked on the lights. He hadn’t told her to move, so she stayed kneeling on the ground, but her head was up, looking at her surroundings. On her left was a living area, a flat screen T.V. above the stone fireplace facing a tan suede couch, with a coffee table between. Ahead of her just past the living area was an open kitchen. On her right were two doors close to eachother, what she assumed were a bathroom and closet. Next to the doors was a spiral staircase to the upstairs, and just beyond that another door.

“Now that we’re in proper light I can look at you better.” ‘Katya’ didn’t know why he bothered to say this, but remained quiet. James took hold of the belt around her and dragged her toward the couch. He got himself comfortable and then told her, “Straddle me.”
“Master.” Katya said with a smile on her face as she did as told.

Once sitting on him he reached around to un-buckle the belt and said, “You’ll be a good little slut now, right Katya?”

“Yes Master.” She giggled in assent.
James wasn’t completely sure of what he should do next. He wasn’t exactly the most popular kid at school, tonight had been the first time he’d actually had sex. He’d gotten close a couple times, but then the girl’s parents ended up coming home early, or she decided she didn’t want to anymore.

Inwardly he grinned, he thought of all the things he had wanted to do to girls, and then he acted on them. He brought his knees up just slightly so she lost balance and fell forward. Her hands reached out to the back of the couch and she caught herself.

James had his hands on her knees, and he ran them over her thighs, and then over her ass, as he squeezed them he looked up in her eyes and said, “I’m going to tell you how things are going to be.” His right hand moved over her hip joint and to her crotch, he stroked her and said “You are never going to be allowed to masturbate.” He continued to stroke her and her eyes closed as she started to get wet. “You will only be allowed to cum when I say so.” He withdrew his hand and brought his wet fingers to her pouting lips. She opened her mouth and started to suck on them automatically.

His other hand was squeezing her breast now. “You’ll only cum after you’ve begged for it,” he pushed his finger down her throat, forcing her head back, and thrusting out her chest. “and have been needing it for days.” He pulled his hand out of her mouth and trailed them down her neck to her breasts. She kept her back arched into him and head back, he wrapped his arms around her waist and started sucking on her breasts. Katya moved her hands to under her breasts to feed them into his mouth. Her only responses to what he said were a series of moans, but that suited James fine.

He stopped sucking her breasts pushed her head upright again, so she would look at him. He pinched her nipples and said, “You will wear only what I give you to wear,” He grinned and pulled her nipples taut, “and that will be next to nothing.” His right hand closed around her throat and his left reached back, “I will punish you,” he spanked her then, and continued to spank her, “whenever, and however I want.”

Without warning he shoved her down on her back, and a surprised gasp escaped her lips. He pulled off his pants and roughly started to fuck her “You will NEVER deny me anything.”

In one hand he trapped her wrists above her head, “You will fuck whoever I tell you to fuck.” Her moans had been escalating in pitch and volume, as he orgasmed he told her, “Before you ask for it, no you may not come.”

He rested inside her before pulling out, she was shivering and before she could process what he had said she asked, “Oh, God please Master, I want to come.”

He looked down at her with cold eyes blue eyes, “Too bad.” He said as he pulled out, eliciting whimpers of protest from her. “Now clean my cock.” He pulled her up by her hair, and shoved her face over his crotch.

Hungrily she took it in her mouth, but it didn’t ease the want between her legs.

All too soon for her, he told her to stop, she sat up panting lust in her eyes. He cocked his head to the side, considering her and then said, “That lust in you, I want it to consume you, so all that you think about it pleasing me.” He pushed her off the couch and said, “Go upstairs and clean yourself. You don’t have to smell like the whore you are.” He paused and said to her with a tone of finality, “Use hot water.” He pulled her close and ran a hand over her clit, making her shudder and move her hips asking for more, “I don’t want you cooling off now.”

Katya was cursing him in her head, but obeyed. She went upstairs, there were four doors, two to her right, two to her left. She went to the first one on her right and tried it, it was the bathroom. She didn’t feel like looking in the other rooms yet, so she went to the old fashioned claw footed tub and turned the knobs to a warm almost hot water. Her body was pulsing, screaming for her to masturbate, but even if she did, she would have a hard time reaching orgasm, just knowing that she wasn’t supposed to.

James’ heart was still pounding, the adrenaline still rushing through him. He hadn’t completely realized what it would be like to have a slave. As he was fucking her, and telling her what her future with him was going to be like, he realized that everything he said, was true. It wasn’t just some fantasy, but those were real rules. He pictured Katya upstairs in the shower, the water running down her body, but still needing to be filled with his cock. He saw her unsure in the shower, wondering if she could risk masturbating, or even using cold water to cool off.

He decided to go upstairs just to make sure. He was light on his feet, and she wouldn’t hear him coming. She was already in the shower, he carefully opened the door to keep it from squeaking and hot steamy air rushed past him. He opened the door wide and watched her silhouette from the doorframe. In a way he was disappointed she was obeying him. After only 10 or so minutes she shut the water off and drew the shower curtain back.

She was only slightly surprised he was there. She stepped out of the tub and knelt. With her head up and a sly smile she asked him, “What do you wish for?” Katya wasn’t sure if he had been a virgin or not, but she could tell he was inexperienced for the most part, and that right now having her there was a completely novel idea to him.

“Come here.” He told her. She stood and walked toward him. He was looking at her straight in the face, but his right hand was on her stomach, going down to her pussy. He stroked her lightly and she was immediately wet, her lips had parted slightly. “Just checking.” After a pause he told her, “Follow me.” She followed him across the hall to the door farther along the hall. The room was simple, a few dressers and a large king sized bed. He pointed to a dresser, that one is yours. He wanted to see how good a judge of character she was, and told her, “Dress in what you think will please me.” And then he left. He went into the bathroom and took a quick five minute shower, just to rinse off really. He didn’t bother putting on a shirt, and just wore khaki shorts.

After pulling on the shorts he went downstairs. She was standing back against the wall by the fireplace, head down. She had put on a black leather collar with a small ring at the throat, a bra that was really only three leather straps around each breast, with metal chains going across breast tickling the nipples, a black leather garter belt, with no thong, connected to black fishnet thigh highs.
He smiled at her and said, “Good.”
“Master is pleased, then?” She asked purposefully meek.
“Yes.” But then he ignored her and sat on the couch and turned on the television. “Get me a soda from the refrigerator.”
“Yes Master.” She said quietly so as not to disturb him.

Once she had passed him he watched her back, and the way she walked to the couch, she had a way of slightly swaying her hips that he enjoyed. “You can have water if you want.”

Out of the refrigerator she pulled a bottle of soda, and water. She walked back to the couch and knelt in front of him, holding his soda up for him.
“Stay there on the ground, slut.” He told her as he flipped channels.

She opened her bottle of water and chugged about half of it. She wondered what she should do now. She grinned inwardly as she looked up at James. He was regarding the television, or was trying to. She could pretty much see what he was thinking, he was only sixteen, and was alone with a beautiful girl that was his property. He was just simply overwhelmed, and now what was he supposed to do with her, since he didn’t want to fuck her anymore?

Katya’s stomach growled. James was startled out of his jumbled thoughts and looked down at her. He flushed red, embarrassed, and she had to keep from laughing. He was about to tell her to go find something to eat when he actually contemplated what he could do. He could refuse her food, make her work for it. Her stomach rumbled again and he decided he didn’t feel like making her work for it right now. “There are frozen pizza’s in the freezer. Put one in the oven, and we’ll eat.” He had had dinner, but he could always eat more. He found a movie that was just starting and it drew his attention away from her swaying hips and slightly reddened ass.

Katya stayed in the kitchen while the pizza was warming and acquainted herself with all the drawers and cupboards. When the pizza was done she sliced it and brought the whole pizza stone out into the living room with two plates.

Before she could wonder how he would regard how to feed her, James said, “You will wait for me to take the first bite, before you may even think of taking any food.”

Between the two of them they finished the pizza. When they were done eating, she took the dishes to the kitchen and washed them, once she got back she was about to settle on the floor. “Sit with me on the couch.” He offered.

“Thanks.” She said as she snuggled against him. He put his arm around her. During commercials though, he would suck on her ear, and play with her breasts, sometimes stroking her clit. Just to keep her wet.

The movie was over, but James told her it was time for bed, it was only around 10. He told her to walk in front of him, and if they were in a place they both knew, that was how they would walk, she would also open the doors for him.

She stood at the foot of the bed, facing it. She felt him stand behind her, and he undid the bra. He kissed her back as his hands played with her nipples. “Lie down on the bed.” He told her.

Katya obeyed without hesitating. James stood just looking down at her. “Hands above your head.” He told her coldly. She obeyed but protesting sounds came out of her mouth. As he cuffed her wrists he asked her, “What was that whore?”

“Nothing master.” She answered with a sigh.

“That’s what I thought.” He stated curtly. “I like these stocking, I think I’ll keep them on you for now.” He murmured more to himself. “Show me what a whore you are.”
Katya hesitated at first not knowing what he wanted, but them spread her legs as wide as she could. She liked him, Katya thought to herself. He’s got enough confidence where I can trust him, somewhat anyway. Her eyes went over his tanned body, his toned abs and arms. He had a square jaw, a wide mouth, and broad forehead. But his eyes were a piercing green, always looking through her.

He grinned and started stroking her clit. She bit her lower lip and tried to control her hips. He plunged two, then three fingers into her, her hips met his rhythm, his other hand was now squeezing her nipple alternate to the rhythm he was fingering her to.

“Oh god! Please I want to come Master!” She screamed, and he grinned at her,
working her faster. She immediately responded with higher pitched screams, “Please? Please Master!”

He looked down at her and then took his hand out of her. She looked at him in disbelief, her face colored red and she struggled against her bonds to get herself free.
James had to step back to avoid being kicked in the face. He strode to the head of the bed and slapped her. “I told you, you little whore, that I won’t let you come for days and days.”

Her eyes became slits and she didn’t say anything, she turned her head away from him and he just laughed. Next he took each of her ankles and secured them wide apart, “I don’t want you to be too comfortable.” After checking her bonds again, he took off his pants, showing his hard cock, and he straddled her chest.

He squeezed her ample sized breasts around his cock and started sliding in and out of the tunnel he made. He looked down at her at first, she had turned her head to the side, her face was red from where he had smacked her. He didn’t really care if she watched him tit fuck her, she felt it either way.

He massaged his semen into her chest as if it were lotion when he came. He rolled off her and started to fall asleep, but not before saying, “A couple of my friends are coming up tomorrow, it’ll be fun. If you’re a good little slut I’ll let you come tomorrow. If you hadn’t tried to kick me earlier I would have gone down on you. Your loss.”