Bound to serve…

Well I guess I should start out by saying this written solely by me and is unbetad (sp). So all mistakes within are entirely my own fault.
Comments are greatly appreciated, as this is my first try at writing an original piece and not a fanfic.
BCM


A young woman is sold into bondage to save her family. What happens to her next you’ll just have to read to find out.


Bound to serve…


She didn’t hate her Father for what he had done.
Actually she understood completely why he had sold her.
Her brothers and sisters had been starving. And there had been no other choice.

Her shiny light brown hair laid in curls around her shoulders. And her pale hazel eyes shone brightly from her tanned face.
Her figure was stunning with her slim waist and ample breasts. And many men desired her. But there had been only one willing to pay the sum of money her father asked for her.

So she had told her Father and her sibling a tearful good-bye. And had left the only home she had ever known, with a man she knew nothing about.


Now as she lay there with her legs spread wide fingering her clit. She tried not to cry.
She had learned quickly that her tears only excited them more. And that with their excitement came the pain.

“Harder slut...! We want to see you cum.” The man at the foot of the bed hissed as he raised the belt.

She bit her lip and squeezed her eyes tightly shut as she increased the pressure on her swollen bud. The humiliation she felt at being forced to touch herself before these men tore at her soul. And she tried desperately to imagine she was anywhere but in this room with these men.

But when the leather of the belt struck her inner thigh she cried out.
The pain was excruciating as the belt sliced into her tender flesh.

No longer able to hold back her tears, she turned her head.
As she tried desperately too hide her shame and misery from them.

Seeing her anguish, a second man step forward and sat on the side of the bed.
Reaching out he stroked her hair and whispered, “Your tears are so beautiful.” Then leaning forward he licked them from her cheeks.

Standing, he opened his pants and took out his hardened cock.
Climbing back onto the bed he rubbed his swollen member against her cheeks collecting her tears on it as he moaned.
Then bringing it to her lips he forced her to swallow it as he pumped his hips, fucking her face mercilessly.

The man at the foot of the bed raised his belt again and struck her other thigh. Yet this time her cries were muffled.

A third man then stepped to the bed and began to manhandle and maul her breasts brutally. Laughing as he bit and pinched her nipples.

If the woman could have, she would have screamed as the three men tormented her.
The belt repeatedly bit into the flesh of her inner thighs. Raising angry red wilts as she endured having her throat raped and her breasts tortured.

Yet she knew that if she stopped touching herself, things would get far worse.

She prayed that she would cum soon. She knew that that would end her torture. At least that’s what these men had told her.

So closing her eyes she tried to will the fire in her belly to grow.

Shoving his dick deeper into her mouth so his tightening balls rested on her chin the man reached out and pinch her nostrils shut.
As the poor woman struggled for air, the man smiled and emptied his load deep in her throat.

Swallowing and gasping for precious oxygen. The woman was thankful that he had not prolonged her misery as had been done to her in the past.

Breathing deeply caused her head to spin and she came.
Her muscles tightened and twitched as her vagina spasmed and released her woman’s seed onto the soiled and stained mattress.

Her body shook with the pleasure and she sighed.

Removing her hand from between her legs she looked at the men.
But to her horror the man at her feet lifting the belt and brought it down against her swollen clit.

Screaming she tried desperately to cover her sensitive bud from his new on-slot. But a forth man stepped forward and pulled her hand away.

Her wrist was bound above her head in a cuff that matched to one that bound her other wrist.

Panting and begging she tried to plead with the men. But her words fell on deaf ears and the belt descended once again too viciously kiss her clit.

She tried to arch her back and move away from the belt but it was no use. With the way she was bound she couldn’t even close her legs to protect herself.

Then the pain stopped and she smelled the faint scent of sulfur in the air as the forth man struck a match.
Touching the flame to the wick of a candle he allowed it to burn brightly.

Shaking her head she tried frantically to shrink away from the man with the candle.
But the men only laughed at her.

The man with the belt stepped around the bed opening his pants. Then as he climbed onto the bed, the man who had been molesting her breasts stood and opened his as well.

Both men climbed onto the bed and began rubbing their cocks against her face.

She knew what they wanted. And she also knew that if she did not comply, they would more than likely break her jaws. So the woman parted her lips.

Licking and sucking the two men’s cocks she yelped as the first drop of hot waxed landed on her swollen breast.

Then as the man painted her tender breasts and nipples with hot wax, the woman tried her hardest to focus only the cocks before her. But as the wax trailed down her body to the cleft between her legs she began to whimper and beg.

No longer able to control herself the woman screamed as scalding hot wax coated her abused clit.

Excited by her panic the two men at her head painted her face with their cum. Pumping it up her nostrils and smearing it into her eyes, virtually blinding her.

Terrified she frantically tried to escape her bondage as she felt the candle’s flame stroke her swollen clit burning it.

Chuckling evilly at her fear the man tortured her cunt with the candle. Burning and pouring hot wax on her sex before finally shoving the lit candle inside of her.

Screaming and arching her back the woman had no choice but to endure the pain and humiliation the men were bestowing upon her body.

Then from the shadows came one word.
“Enough”
It was spoken in a deep masculine tone that froze the men tormenting the woman.

Shaken, the men surrounding her looked at one another.
Then the man with the belt spoke up saying that they had been promised her services for the night.

“Get Out!” The voice returned now sounding angered.

Panic ensued and the men half fell over each other in their haste to exit the chamber.

Quivering in fear, the woman stared into the shadows trying to find the man who was both her savior and greatest terror.

Time seemed to slow and the woman’s fear mounted as she waited for him to reveal himself.

Emerging from the darkness was a man with pitch black hair and piercing blue eyes. He was dressed in tight black pants that were tucked into shiny black riding boots. His well muscled chest was bare. His skin was pale and his pearly white teeth flashed brilliantly as he smiled at her.

The poor pathetic woman whimpered and whispered, “Please Master…”

Unbinding her ankles he said, “Hush…”
Trailing his fingers up her leg, he reached between them and extracted the candle her tormenter had left behind.
Letting it fall to the floor her Master bent forward and kissed her swollen clit.

Whimpering she closed her eyes ashamed that he had found her like this.

It did not matter that she had no control over what men did to her. Yet she still feared that he would punish her none the less.

Taking another slow and calculated step her Master reached out a gently caressed her abused breasts.
Cupping them in his palms he again leaned forward and kissed each mound in turn.

Capturing her gaze he ran his hands up her arms and released her wrists.

The only thing left binding her to the bed was a chain attached to her collar.

Shaking in fear she curled against the headboard as her Master stared down at her.

Then his hand suddenly shot out and he grabbed her by the hair. Pulling her up against his chest he purred in ear her saying, “Even battered and bruised you are still a beauty.”

“Th…thank… Thank you Master.” She stammered as she gently rested her hands against him.

Tipping her face up to his, he brushed his lips to hers.
Tasting the men’s cum on her mouth angered him and he threw her back onto the bed.

The poor woman cowered against the mattress as she watched his hand rise. But it stopped mere inches from her.

It was not her fault he told himself as he tried to calm his rage.

So stroking her hair gently, he sat on the edge of the bed.

She forced herself to crawl to him.
Carefully resting her head in his lap she whispered, “Forgive me Master. I am nothing but a whore.”

Lifting her face he said, “You may be a whore my dear. But you serve me.”

“Yes Master.” She answered softly and she shivered.

Removing her collar, he lifted her in his arms and carried her to the adjoining bathroom.

She moaned softly in both pain and pleasure as the heat of the steaming water surrounded her.

He knelt by tub and gently bathed her with a soft sponge.
Making sure to remove all traces those men (those animals) had left behind.

Standing he held out his hand.

Looking up her Master, the woman slipped her hand into his and allowed him to pull her to her feet.

He wrapped her frail body in a soft and fluffy bath blanket and maneuvered her to the sink. Handing her a tooth brush and tooth paste, he watched as she obediently scrubbed her mouth clean.

Taking another soft towel he dried her hair.

After he finished grooming her to his satisfaction, he triggered a panel in the wall.
Lifting her in his arms once again he carried her down a flight of stairs and though a maze of tunnels.

His chamber was spectacular. The walls were darkly paneled and crimson curtains covered the windows. The furniture was dark stained heavy wood and the bed was the centerpiece. A heavy crimson and black canopy hung over it.
The bed sheets were also crimson and the bedspread was black satin.

He sat her on the bed and walked to the fireplace.
Once he had built a roaring blaze he turned back to her.

Standing he stared to undress.
Bending over he removed his boots. Then running his hands up his legs, he gyrated his hips like a stripper.

Taking a step towards the bed he ran his fingers through his hair. Smiling at the woman he caressed his bare chest and stomach.
As he reached his waistband he slowly undid his belt.

Watching him, the woman trembled with trepidation as he removed his belt. She wondered if he was going to beat her as others had before. She also wondered why he was moving so slowing.
Was it just to torment her? If so, it was working. Her fear was increasing as the seconds ticked by.

Moving ever closer to the bed he slid his pants down revealing in huge swollen cock. It was at least 12 inches long and as thick as his fist.

Seeing it the woman gasped and whimpered. She knew in her heart that soon he was going use it in her. And she feared it would tear her to pieces.

Climbing onto the bed he reached out and pulled the towel from her body.
Throwing it to the floor he moved closer to her and said, “Touch me.”

Her hand shook as she touched his cock. Then wrapping her fingers around him as far as they would go, she began to carefully stroke his cock.

Moaning with enjoyment he pushed his hips forward and groaned, “Use both hands.”

Wrapping the fingers of her other hand around his member, she encircled it.

As he enjoyed her attention he leaned towards her and caught the back of her head with his hand.

Pressing his lips to hers he forced his tongue into her mouth.
As he ravished her mouth he pumped his cock in her hands.

Then suddenly pulling her mouth from his he forced her head down and ordered her to lick his weeping head.

Sticking her tongue out, she tasted his precum as she lapped at the head of his cock.

Opening her mouth wider the woman tried to suckle his cock.

Jerking her head up, he saw the look of terror in her eyes.

Fearing that she had done something to displease her Master, the woman whimpered and stammered, “For…forgive me… I…I did not mean…”

Growling he said “Shut up. I don’t want to hear your piteous pleas.”

Nodding her head, she gasped as he threw her down.

Forcing her legs apart he positioned himself between them.

Trembling with fear she tried to tell herself that this was why he had purchased her. That she should be thankful that her family was feed and had a home because of this man.
But still she feared the pain that she knew would soon rip her apart.

Caressing her cheek he told her to open her eyes and look at him.

Staring into his eyes she gasped as his cock rubbed against her clit, but there was no pain.
Feeling him at her opening she wanted to look away. Yet she could not. It seemed as though his eyes held her in a steely grip. And she could not turn away.

Then a warmth like none she had ever known before began to surround her.
Arching her back, her arms snaked around his neck almost of their own accord.

She could feel his cock brushing against her. But the fear she had felt only moments before had vanished.

Pressing his hips forward he entered her slowly.

The woman wrapped her legs around his waist and raised her hips wanting more (Needing more).

Now fully imbedded within her depths he swelled even more stretching her tight passage.

Feeling his control slipping as the woman below him writhed in ecstasy. The man (her Master) slowly began to withdrawal almost to the point of exiting her.
Then without warning he thrust his hips forward piercing her to the bed.

She gasped as the air was forced from her lungs at his violent invasion. But still there was no pain.

Wrapping his large hands around her small hips he rode her savagely.

The woman threw her head back and cried out as she was swept away in a storm of pure bliss.

His eyes snapped to her exposed throat and he lowered his head. Kissing and licking her neck he felt his climax approaching.

Cradling her head in his hand, he turned her head and sank his fanged into her pulsing vein.
Drinking deeply of her sweet nectar he spilled his seed within her womb.

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She awoke hour’s later feeling stronger and more alive than she had in very long time.

Sitting up she cast her gaze about the room as if seeing it for the first time.
Then her eyes found him sitting there watching her.

With a small smile painting her lips she rose from the bed and went to him.
Sinking to her knees before him she looked up into his eyes.

As he stroked her silky hair he said, “You are a whore no more my beautiful BellaDonna. For now you are truly bound to me. And you will serve me until the end of time.”

Resting her face against his knee contentedly she whispered in return, “Always and forever, Master. Always and forever...”

And they lived and fucked happily ever after.

The End

BCM