Submission

Forenote.

This is the first piece of writing ive posted up, so be gentle please ^^ This is an as yet, unfinished roleplay, and will be continued. So if you enjoy the reading, look out for updates.


Chapter 1

There was no movement for a second, until roughly, he pushed her head to the side, so that her cheek was pressed to the floor, his fingers still gripping over her mouth. His other hand grabbed the collar of her shirt harshly, pulling in the counterdirection

she mewled out in pain, closing her eyes and realizing that he was pulling at her windpipe, and she gagged out for air, looking up to him with confusion.

Those innocent eyes blinked up to him out of their corners as he laced his fingers into the collar and gave a sharp tug, tearing her top in shreds to expose her bosom, which was still veiled from the rags. His finger and thumb closed over her nose at the same time as clamping over her mouth, that familiar, sadistic twinkle in those flashing eyes

she was suprised by his brutality so early in the morning, but did whatever it was he asked, for he was indeed her master and she would do anything he desired. Though, she still mewled out against his hand as her top became nothing more than a tattered shroud, and his fingers became a vice on her nose, she strugged, screaming against his hand for air.

He was surprised that her hands still remained limply at her sides as he held her nose and mouth, starving her lungs of oxygen. The vice of his fingers released her nose momentarily, but simply to reassert his authority, pushing her poor face off to the other side, his knees on either side of her waist and digging into her hips to prevent her squirming away. Once again he reasserted pressure upon her nose and lips at the same time, his breath hot on her face as he brought himself in close, a hand crushing one of her large breasts nastily

She had not wanted to fight against her master, but when he became so violent she had no choice, knowing that she would be punished later for her insolence. The momentary lapse of pressure on her nose was welcoming, and she pulled in as much air as she could, but all to soon later, his hands were covering her nose again, and she had not gained her breath.
begging against his hand, she grasped out
at him, her nails scratching over his cheek roughly. at this, she looked wide eyed, wondering how he would react

Pain infringed upon the sadistic aura surrounding his normally gentle expression, but the affect of those red lines carving their way down his cheek effected a snort of pure dominance through his nostrils. He had to release her mouth, grasping her by the wrists and slamming them up above her head, his body pinning her down, and leaning over her as he held her soft arms within his masculine hands,fingernails digging into that tender white skin of hers. Clasping them between one quintet of his digits, he smacked her cheek with his spare palm, patting it continuously, eyes burning into hers

She was worried for a moment, but he seemed unwavered by the way she lashed out against him, though the pounding of her heart seemed to say that he was far from done with her. She wimpered, blurting out "Im- im sorry master!" her voice was quivering even before it passed her lips, and his grasp on her only seemed to tighten, making her mewling louder and more desperate.

Pinching her nose, that domineering tug pulled her head up and backwards painfully, exposing her neck vulnerably. "That's right little bitch...you will be sorry" he snarled, sinking his teeth into her neck, far harder than he usually did, splitting her skin with the pressure. With one hand preoccupied with preventing her arms from flailing away to counter him, he clapped his other on her breast, through her shirt, scratching her white skin horrendously in that crushing squeeze. "You want to scratch me...you want to scratch me little vixen?"

She whined, and shook her head as much as she could, though the sudden shock of pain that flowed through her neck prevented any speech. "Ahh! Master!" She cried out, feeling the warmth of her own blood, and watching him pull back, licking her blood from his teeth. "Im sorry, i am, I dont want to scratch you!" She begged out to him, her body struggling beneath him, crying out as his hand dug into her breast, so painfully she thought she might pass out.

How he loved to abuse her, and it was evident upon his features, chest heaving as he drank in the lungfuls of her fear. He released one of her hands, dragging the slender forearm down powerfully and gripping her fingers between his larger ones. Brutally, he stuffed her four fingers into her mouth, stretching that little orifice wide and crushing them deeper. "What do you want then little slut?! Dont want to fight back? What do you want to do?!" he snarled loudly down upon her, raising his spare hand and cracking it on her breast with blistering cruelty

She could see the enjoyment in his eyes, as thought it best to feed him what he desired, though she did not have much choice in the matter, her body truly did shiver in fear, seeing the strong muscle tweak in his arms, the creulty in his eyes. She shook her head again, though unable to counteract his words as he jammed her fingers into her mouth, streatching it, making her whine desperately against him. "Prease! stup..!" She said muffled against his hand, tears now streaming down her cheeks.

"Please what?" he lowered his ear to her mouth, jostling her wrist round and round in a savage manner, so that obscene squelching noises emitted from the back of her throat where her fingers were wedged. Saliva drooled down her chin in coughs and splutters. Something rigid on her stomach indicated his arousal from this nasty abusal of his slave, and he cracked her breast, again and again with his free hand, watching it juggle and turn a bright mulberry with the power he was exerting behind each spank

She could barely speak against her sobs, but managed to squeal out "Stop!" Against her own hand, though muffed and choking on saliva. His hand had not paused and by this point, the tenderness of her breast was more than she could bare, crying out and trying to edge herself away from his cracking palm, shaking her head from side to side, to free herself from her own hand.

The savagery stopped suddenly, her fingers dropping out of her mouth, and the fingers wrapped around her bosom, fondling her nipple with his thumb, not so harsh as the treatment she had been receiving up till this point. The intent was still in his eyes, grinning wolfishly down upon the poor little girl, regaining her composure and her breath. Releasing her wrists completely, he molested her other breast in the same manner as he was the other, pulling open the shredded fabric of her tunic, giving her a light breather, waiting for her to speak

She was thankful, more than words could tell for the sudden break in the tourment he was dishing out to her in heaploads. She breathed first, then whiping the saliv from her mouth, she spoke softly to her master. "Thank you... master..." She breathed out, looking up to those dark and menacing eyes, biting her bottom lip in fear, as though his hands were gentler, his eyes never lost thier hunger.

"Thank you?" he breathed in a whimsically ominous manner, the tenderness in his tone of voice evidently employed to mock the poor little girl beneath him. "Thank you Master you enjoyed that is what you mean?" he sneered, juggling her breasts vociferously, grinding them upwards under her chin with such pressure his fingernails were breaking the skin of her bosom again. "You want to have more mouth abuse, is that what you wanted?" he wheedled in that honey dripping timbre, releasing a breast and dragging her jaw down with his hooked fingers, unbuckling his belt at the same time

Her eyes turned wide once again, and she shook her head, trying to pull herself away, but with the expert pressure of a single finger into her jawline, he managed to restrain her, and she did not have the gawl to bite down on his digit, knowing how much he would regret that later. "No master, please, dont.!" she begged against that finger, looking up to his eyes beceechingly

He was not listening to her, or rather, he was gaining a sizeable amount of eroticism from her refusal of him, and it was what he fed off. Before she knew it, her Master had scooted up to place a knee under one armpit, and his other foot balancing on above her head, her hair trapped underneath his sole to prevent her from jerking away without pain. "Yes...thats right...filthy bitch...i bet you're drenched already from thinking about this, dirty little whore" he sneered, wiping his semi-flaccid erection on her face and slapping her cheeks with it, back and forth humiliatingly

She couldnt deny the fact that after so many times that her masterr had pulled her hair and called her such terrible names, the thought of him finishing with her in his arms had brought on a certain desire for him, and indeed, she was deserately wet for him.. her paster was her everything.
"No - no master..."
She cooed up to him, but it did nothing for her, and his tool of her pleasure and abusal made its appearance, slapping against her cheeks. she lowered her eyes, allowing him do do as he pleased ,as a good slave should...

Dragging her tiny tongue out of her mouth, he whipped the thickness of his member against it, watching the precum and saliva splay along her cheeks and upper lip disgustingly in a manner that aroused him so deeply. "Yes...yes Master" he contradicted her, mocking her whilst imitating her at the same time. Without waiting for a response, he lifted her head, pointing the tip of his appendage down against her lower lip, and with a downward surge, pierced her mouth, feeling the soft head of his member grind down against her tongue and into the back of her throat.

She had not fought against him, knowing that she would be his toy for the time being, but without worry from her. Sure, it would be painful, but he would love every moment of it... and as his slave, that was her job... to be his toy, to bring him pleasure. She gasped softly against his member as it reached the back of her throat, and she held her breath, eyes squinting in pain as he ploughed against the back of her throat.

He withdrew the member, letting it flick up in front of her, the length teasing erotically over her cheek before he reinserted the organ into her mouth. He kept that up for a little while, before leaving the throbbing meat inside her mouth, and bobbing her head on it, fingers laced through her lovely brown hair, toussling it messily over her face as he choked her with his member. "Eat that little slave, thats all you're going to be eating today if you're not an obedient whore" he thrust harder...faster, not giving her the chance to breathe

She nodded softly, accepting him within her mouth. His taste was so tangy and sweet to her, she mulled over his flavor for as long as she could, trying to block out the painful surging in the back of her throat, her watering eyes looking up to him fleetingly, desperately. She moaned against his length, somewhat in pain... somewhat in pleasure.

"Disgusting little bitch. Refusing it one moment, then craving to have your mouth reamed the next" he snickered, chuckling in his powerful, masculine voice. Angling his shaft into her cheek, his hips dug forwards, humping the member into her cheek and giving her distinctly raped expression. Her Master switched her postioning, so that he was located to the side of her face. Pulling the pole from the pink depths of her mouth, he let that throbbing mass rest on her parted lips, moaning vibratingly against them. "Lets see then...lets see" he purred sultrily, clapping his hand against her crotch, fondling through her pyjama pants. "Wet...wet as a slut" he sneered

She pulled back slightly, but with the grasp on her hair, there was no chance she could scurry away, his hand grabbing downward, and his fingertips burrying within the folds of her intimacy. she cried out, and he could surely feel just how wet she was, how desperate she was for her master.... it was contradictory, but the slave could care little about how much sense it made....She bit her bottom lip, and nodded. "Yes.. im your slut."

Gazing down upon her, those obscene words propegating from her mouth against the underside of the appendage that dominated her, a lewd grin spread in triumph. "That's right...slut" he rolled the name over his tongue laciviously over the word, digging his fat dick into her throat again, surging in and face fucking her, thrusting against her mouth and forcing it deep on purpose to increase her agony and desire for more. Contradictory yet to him...forcing her to do his bidding was one of the most erotic events in the world. His fingers rubbed against her, roughly, fondling her as if she were a toy that could not be broken. The squelch of flesh on flesh could be heard, even through her pants, which now bore a betraying patch in the genital area

She wondered if she should edge him on, or should continue the fight throughout his torment of her. She knew not, but her own body told her that she could not resist him, moaning against his member as his fingers toyed with her, her whole body at his command, and she wanted to cry, merely from the lack of control she bore, everything in her mind was so boggled.. her insticts cried for release, for control, while her body cried out for more, to be taken properly and fucked... Her eyes called to him.

He viewed the change drift across her expression, so readable and erotic at the same time, her mouth stretched around the thick appendage forced upon her. "Say it...say it with your mouth full of cock little whore" he taunted, fondling her so hard that her hips involantarily lifted up off the bed, supported by her feet. Releasing the cup, he smacked her intimacy, stinging it and rubbing it viciously again, then repeated the act, spanking her sweet pinkness through her pants

She shook her head against his cock, trying to dislodge it so she could speak, but it was clear he was going to totrure her into saying what he asked.. he was indeed a cruel and wonderful master. "Fuck me!" She begged of him, with her mouth full of cock , she called for him, begging for her master, her body pleading against his hands.

The waiting endured, him fondling her violently, driving her towards the peak, and then cracking his palm on the pink cup, sending shudders of pain coursing through her body and hindering the orgasm that he was building her up to, making her wait, teetering and tottering on the edge whilst he raked her throat with his member. Finally, he pulled out, listening to her gasp, and moan, whining, begging, a heap of desire and lust, desperately craving only one thing. Standing up over her, strong hands gripped hold of her pyjama pants, yanking them off of her, and tossing them to the side. "Turn over little bitch, before i make you" he snarled, snapping a verbal order, but without waiting for her to comply, he had grabbed her hair again and was manhandling her around

She was thankful for the sudden moment of release, her intimacy ached for release which he had yet to grant her. Thankfully, she managed to pull herself up before his hands grasped into her hair, turning her around and setting her in place. she spread her legs eagerly for him, letting her upper body rest foreward, but looking behind her, wondering just what her master had planned. she ached so much, that her hand slowly sneaked downwards, stroking the terrible desperation of her clit, rolling it around softly, biting her bottom lip in pleasure as she did so. "Please.... master..." She begged from him, knowing he could pleasure her all the better.

She looked exactly as he wanted her to, aroused to the point of being unable to resist his attentions. Both hands clapped onto her backside, slapping them in claiming fashion whilst watching her finger herself desperately. Leaning over her, two fingers pressed against the holy entrance of her womanhood, digging in and hooking upwards so that the knuckles of his fingers dug against her gspot below "You want cock dont you little bitch, beg for it...beg your Master for what you need my little whore" he ran a tongue over her lower back, fucking her with his fingers, his member pressed against one of her buttocks hotly

"Yes yes! Please, please..... i want your cock, my master, please take me!" She called out to him needingly, wondering just how much more of his torment she could take. he was driving her wild, and he knew it all too well.
"Master!" She screamed out for him, like she knew he wanted, letting her pride fly out with window for her desires.

He was grinning behind her, seething eyes burning down onto her, watching her pink lips parting to scream for him, in a manner she had done so rarely. His fingers kept delving into her wet elasticity, the sounds slurping from her pink folds deliciously obscene in the rough incisions he was forcing upon her. His spare hand pushed between her shoulder blades, so it felt as if he were forcing her down. Stepping a foot on either side of her, he finally pressed her relief against her entrance, but did not enter yet, teasing her clitoris with the heat and thickness of his member. At the same time, he sucked her fingers, growling huskily whilst slapping that appendage up against her intimacy. He wanted to drive her even more crazy, nothing would have turned him on more at this moment

She new her master all too well, and his movements behind her made her breathe a gentle sigh of relief, knowing she would get her pleasure and release soon. but of course, her master always had something devilish up his sleeve, and teasingly, her intimacy was only graced slightly with his thick appendage. "Masterrrr..." She whined to him, trying to back herself closer to him, but his domineeringly place hand did not allow such movements from her body. "Please..." She whined to him, trying to beg him into devling deeply into her, wimpering and whining never seeming to waver from her mouth.

He had heard enough, temptation was a stake too high to resist any longer, and, whilst holding her firmly in position, he mounted her, thrusting downwards whilst leaning over her. With a gush of hot air breathing over her shoulder, accompanied by a stunted grunt of pleasure, her Master began ramming his cock into her, without slowly gaining pace. He simply fucked her, rutting into her like a possessed animal, seeking to pump her as full of cock as possible, with her rump poised in the air for him. "That's right little bitch...that's what you need" he gasped in between pounds, pushing her cheek into the bed beneath her

her body surged in pleasure right to her fingertips as he filled her, loving the thick wonderment of his member, and how powerfully he reamed into. the suddenness of his pace brought her orgasm to a sudden and abrupt peak, and she came suddenly, crying out all to desperately for him, biting her bottom lip and murmuring the wonderful feeling outwards to him. though she knew he was not done, and wanted nothing more than for him to continue pounding into her.

She was so tremendously tight, especially at peak, when the elastic walls of her tunnel caved in around him, squeezing his bowels as if she were trying to milk him. But he did not relent, he was far from finished with her, and leaning back, he gained full momentum, watching the glistening liquids slither down the backs of her thighs as her orgasm forced her lubrication from the pinkness within. He had ceased making much noise, groaning, or grunting every so often, but from the torrid breathing that she could hear behind her, like a wolf at full tilt, or a stallion in heat, no clarity was required to distinguish his supreme arousal. In the simplest of positions, the posture of their animal roots, he fucked her, raw, powerfully, like a man

And she loved every minute of his powerful thrusts, her own level of noise only highened as his diminished, clawing at the bedsheets tenatively, and raising herself up so that his thickness stroked her g spot all the more. It was an amazing feeling to have him delving into her to such an extent, so deeply within her, her body shuddered in pleasure, calling his name, his title to the high heavens.

Strong fingers dug into her hair, pulling her head back, keeping her back arched in that delightful bow he found so attractive. His hips bludgeoned her buttocks, now a bright pink from the sheer weight of his thrusts, which were increasing in pace by the second. "Yes...yes my little cumguzzler, moan like the little whore you are" he soughed down upon her from above, pounding her intimacy to pulp, his thrusts shallow to purposely target her gspot, the fat roundness of the head of his member frictioning against it at an absurd, murderous pace.

He was driving her wild, and he knew it all to well, her body couldnt take any more of this, he was sure of it. "Master! Master!" She called out, her body struggled to contain all the sensation she was feeling, and soon, it could no longer hold on anymore. She came once again, more torridly than the first, raking through her system and making her scream in agonized pleasure. "Oh... GOd..." she moaned into the bedsheets, her knuckles raw against her grip of the sheets.

The movement slowed, and the member tugged out of her, gliding back in, then out again in a slow, teasing, torturous pace. Sadly for her, if she had expected him to have been done by this time, she was befittingly mistaken. His load had still not ejected from his body, but he was in no mood to let it out just yet. Leaning down behind her, he lifted her lower body up with strong arms, her upper half still lain down on the bed. Resting a thigh on each of his shoulders, a hot oven closed over her soaked intimacy, sucking in loudly, obscenely, a tongue flickering over those heavenly juices as he buried his nose between her legs,

she had indeed not expected him to torture her anymore, but her master was a cruel one, and would make her beg once again. his swift tongue voer her already throbbing clit was like electricity throug her body, and each time he glided over it her body jolted in his grasp. "please, master... no more, i - i beg of you..." She pleaded with him, her body limp in his arms.

The pad of his tongue was surprisingly gentle on her womanhood, sliding in laps over the outer lips continuously before wriggling its way into the slick interior, fondling that clitoris that he could sense throbbing and swelling. He batted it ever so softly, with minute touches, teasing it with slow suckles and gulps. Her scent was all around him, and he loved it, loved to consume her as if he drinking from her against her own will...and coupled with her exhausted pleas, the situation was complete...it was...perfect

She new how much he was enjoying this, and her body, though exausted, was loving every moment of it as well, as much as she adored her master when he was brutal and domineering, she loved him even more when he would fondle her like a lover. "Master... oh, master..." She cooed against him, her grip on the sheets tightening and loosening again and again, unable to deciper love from lust in that moment.

"You taste like honey little girl" he murmured against her intimacy, swivelling her over onto her back, but retaining her lower body in the air, settling her buttocks on either side of his shoulders, so that he could stare down into her watery eyes, whilst drinking that sweet juice down from her essence. Reaching round one of her thighs, he spread her outer lips, exposing the pink glare of her elasticity, and causing a tiny rivulet of her cum to glide erotically up her stomach. His tongue never ceased its tantalizing movement, pausing every so often to change the pace or angle of its batting, by sucking it into his mouth

She was teased to a point of almost crying out, he was wonderful with his mouth, his eyes looking to her pinkness while also looking to her eyes, watching her body as it writhed in pleasure. "Oh... Master... Nick.." she called to him softly, her hands raising to her hair, pleading with him to give them both release. "Please, just take me, master" she asked in her soft, pleasure hightened voice, her eyes calling to him

Those devilish brown orbs flickered devilishly as they locked with her own, nibbling on her intimacy very carefully with his teeth without biting her. Slowly, he let her limbs down, and in a slow motion, spread her legs wide apart. Dragging her closer, he knelt between her limbs, licking his fingertips erotically, then caressing her intimacy with his palm, giving her one final rub before grinding the thickness of his shaft against her once again, penetrating her with just the head, making the entry ever so slow, ever so torturous

She loved it when he allowed her to face him, seeing his handsome features gaze down upon her , less like an object, and more like his lover. "Oh, master.." she said softly in apprciation, her body spread out for him to see, his present, a gift only to him. His entrace was indeed torturing her very soul, but she knew he was a master of more than just her, and trusted him completelt

This time, he did not pause when he reached the shallow depths of her intimacy, grinding deeper, allowing his length, every inch of it to fill her up, until he could penetrate her no more. He was in almost up to the hilt; had she not been so tight, he would have fit entirely, but it mattered not. His eyes were locked in hers, leaning partially over her, with his hands near her waist. Drawing back with the same destructive sloth of his entrance, he took her like that, letting the ache in their hearts rule their passion without rutting harshly, their bodies awakening, begging for more, but he as usual...kept them teetering on the brink of insanity, responding to her in a foreign tongue, eyes twinkling with the mixture of lust and love that confused within her at that moment

She was indeed confused by his lovingly toned words, and the slow softness of his rutting. but she was not one to complain, though her hands itched to reach up to him, to touch her master in some way, though fearing he would leave her like that, and go off to release on his own as her punishment. "Mmm... Uhh.. N-nick.." She murmured in soft pleasure, unable to restrain herself anymore, she reached up, letting her hands wrap softly about his neck, pulling him closer to her, love and need in her eyes. Being his slave was sometimes... so difficult, expecially when she loved her master, so forbidden it made her bite her bottom lip nervously, her soft fingertips teasing his hair gently.

There was conflict in his eyes as well, as if he could not decide whether to punish her, or to allow her to breach that gap between Master and Slave that was love. In response, he allowed her to do so, still knelt between her legs, but almost laying upon her now, but at the same time, the aching motion of his hips increased...once again, it was hard, not quite so rough as it had been earlier, but still...desperately, voraciously powerful. Her legs lifted up with the effort sustained of his hips, pumping against her once again, deeper than before, raising her legs up into the crooks of his arms. Full lips parted in a low groan

He had not punished her, and she was surpised by that, seeing his hands gently lift her legs upwards, his hands rough, but soft at the same time, pulling them up so they could be even closer, her heart surged, and her eyes watered in desperation... his soft, wonderful lips parted in pleasure, and she could tell he was close.. being the naughty slave she was, could not resist it, even if it meant being punished. She pulled him foreward, and her upward, letting her own soft, small lips meet with his, the tremble of worry could be felt against his lips, though the aching tenderness was also present.

That tenderness tore the barrier apart, and no sooner had she touched mouths with him, they were ripped away from her. With a snarl of pure aggravation at how she had wheedled him into the gentle stupor, her Master awoke again. Strong hands plied her arms from around his neck and pinned them beside her again, "Presumptuous little slave...give you a foot, and you take a mile" he snarled, the gentleness evaporating as swiftly as it had come. His hips rotated once, then pumped, viciously, deeply, hiking her legs up higher over his shoulders. "You do as you're told! And if you want something you ask...you dont just take!" he seethed between his teeth, kneeling up again and away from her, using the back of his hand to crack nastily against the interior of her thigh several times in quick succession


Her eyes filled with fright, seeing him pull back and growl angrily down to her. She knew she was in trouble now, and with the taste of his soft lips on hers, she accepted her punishment, though still, though knowing she had done wrong, she cried out for him to stop.
Master! Im sorry! I-" her voice was stopped as his hands clapped down harshly on her thighs, she cried out in pain, eyes stinging
with tears once again. Please, please let him finish she begged within herself, unable to take the way her heart was pleading for him, while her body still responded to his almost painful thrusts.

The Master was pounding her into submission again, yet astoundingly, he held on, without release through this entire time. Her little legs danced over his shoulders, her intimacy probably terribly sore from the constant abuse it was receiving. Harder and harder he took her, grunting as he fucked her as if he were raping her, fingers still holding her wrists down to the sides of her head, the structure of the bed creaking beneath them from the violence behind his lust. His voice groaned louder, and louder, watching her breasts jounce up and down, her little body soaking up his abuse like a sponge, and he loved it, smacking her every so often, clutching her breast with each whack

She was so exausted then, she did not fight him, she did not have the energy to struggle. Her body surged again and again beneath him, and she would not speak a word, merely moaning out as her body forced her, as he forced her, eyes leaking tears every so often. he became all the more rough, clutching her, smacking her, she sobbed out then, she ached so much all over, in only the way her master could make her.

He couldnt hold on any longer, the pitch of his voice rising as he groaned again and again, the murderous pace heightening for one sickening ten second period when he pounded her like a ragdoll, hips hammering against her upturned buttocks until suddenly, he was out of her, streams of cum jetting straight up and over her body, his member twitching excitedly as it ejaculated, splattering his copious amounts of seed all over her little body, creamy and thick as it sprayed randomly over her bosom, her stomach, her face to the chorus of groans he let out

She was his ragdoll, always, and especially now, he was so rough with her, she thought for sure the lubrication that fell from within her was laced with blood from the way he tore into her. then, without a moments deliberation, he pulled out, splaying his essense all over her form.
No, he would never release within her now, she thought to herself, watching him pull out, then closing her eyes to his moment of release. "I love you.. master." She said almost silently, and she knew he would not hear.
She would get up, she thought to herself, and make him a wonderful breakfast as he slept of his release, to appease herself