Bound to Serve (rewrite)…

Bound to Serve (rewrite)…


Well I guess I should start out by saying this is written (and rewritten) solely by me and is unbetad (sp). So all mistakes within are entirely my own fault. Please feel free to let me know what you think of this rewrite.
BCM


I would like to thank Iyasu and InkSlinger for commenting.
Your honesty has spurred me to rewrite this piece and I hope it is better now.
As before it is still unbetad (sp) so all errors and mistakes are my own.
Please feel free to let me know what you think of this rewrite.
I would also like to add that I know that I originally posted this in Erotica/Sex. But since I could not figure out how to move what I had there I decided to post this independent of that.
As always comments are appreciated.


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… (Rewrite)


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.

But the man knew much about her.
He had watched her mother and her grandmother and generations before her.
They had all been the most beauteous of women. And he had watched over them (One woman in each generation.)

(And all because of a chance meeting with a young woman in an alleyway.) (And a promise he had made to her as she died.)

He remembered those days as though they were yesterday:
He had been walking the streets of a small village in search of a bit of amusement. When he stumbled upon a young woman huddled in an alleyway.
She had on tattered clothes and her skin and hair were dirty. But what had drawn him to her were her eyes. They were a pale hazel, but in the moonlight they looked almost silver.

As he approached her she stood with a bundle in her arms.
On closer inspection he found that the bundle was a blanket containing a babe.

He smiled remembering how that young woman had squared her shoulders and had informed him in no uncertain terms that she was no harlot.
Then as he had drawn nearer to her, he had asked. If she was no harlot, then how was it she was alone in an alleyway with a babe in her arms?
‘Oh she had stared directly into his eyes and had answered. Saying that her husband had been killed and she and the child had no where to turn. But if he needed a housekeeper or cook she was more than capable to the tasks. Yet if he wished anything else from her he should travel on.

Almost laughing at her bravado he had told her that he would employ her, but only if the child was female.
Nodding her head she had confirmed the babe’s gender.

That young woman had grown old in his employ. And her daughter had turned into a beautiful woman who married a fine young man and had a daughter of her own.

Then on the night that the old woman (The mother of them all) had died, he had sat by her bed. And her last words to him were to beg him to watch over her daughter and her daughter’s daughters for as long as he lived.
Through his tears he had sworn, and from that moment on he had watched over her family’s daughters.

And now that the opportunity had presented itself to again have such a beauty for his own, he had taken it.

Ah the thought of possessing one as lovely as this young woman had fired his blood.
So he had paid her father a small fortune. And now she sat in his coach beside him. Off to his home and maybe one day, his bed.

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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.
Trying desperately too hide her shame and misery from them.

Yet there was no place to hide and they saw her anguish.
A second man stepped forward and sat on the side of the bed.
Reaching out he stroked her hair and whispered lustily, “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 fresh tears on it as he moaned.
Then bringing his cock 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.

So 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. And she prayed that they had spoken the truth.

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.
With panic in her eyes the poor woman struggled for air, and the man smiled and emptied his load deep into 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.

Yet 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.
And her body shook with the pleasure of it and she sighed.

Removing her shaking hand from between her legs she looked at the men with hope that they would leave her now.
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. Laughing as he encouraged the man with the belt to hit her again.

She tried futilely to struggle as 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.

Crying 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 suddenly the torment 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.

Knowing what was to come; she panicked and tried frantically to pull free from her bonds. But it was no use.
So shaking her head she tried 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 pants as well.

Both men climbed onto the bed and began rubbing their cocks against her face: Soaking up her tears as they taunted her.

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 droplet 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 and struggled 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 at the cruelty of these men, 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.

While inside her heart she prayed that someone would come to her aid.

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

Her breath caught in her throat and her head spun as her heart swelled with hope.
Was it possible? Could her prayers have been heard?

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The morning sun was just barely kissing the horizon as the pair had pulled in front of his home.
So intrusting her to the care of his Valet, her new Master had retired to his chamber, ready to dream of a bright future with her at his side.

That had been the last time he had seen her.

As the sun sat and he awoke anxious to greet his new beauty, the man nearly raced through his home.
Only he found it empty. Both the woman and his Valet had vanished.

And his search began.

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It had taken him the better part of a year to find them.
Oh but he had found them.
And now as he stood in the shadows staring at the scene before him, his stomach again clinch with rage.
The promise he had made so long ago now haunted him, and he knew that he had failed: All because he had been fool-hearty enough to trust a man.

His Valet, the man he had trusted above all others had betrayed him, and had stolen his beauty from him.
If only the man had made her his own. His actions might have been forgiven.
But to turn her into a whore was unforgivable. And for that reason most of all the man had died.

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The men surrounding her shook with fear and 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 roared.
She was to have been his and his alone. Not some plaything for the most depraved of society.

For a moment he thought of killing the men surrounding her.
But he feared that to do so in her presence would only damage her worse.
So glaring at the men from the shadows he memorized their faces. And told him self that someday they would pay.

Panic ensued and the men half fell over each other in their haste to exit the chamber as they heard him snarl. They knew that whoever this man was, he was not to be ignored.

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

They had only spoken briefly when he had purchased her. But his voice had enthralled her. And it was a voice she would never forget.
Yet what would he do to her now that he had found her. And had seen what she was.

Becoming a whore had not been her choice. But the Valet had told her that if she did not lay with men. Her family would be made to pay.
So fearing for her family she had soiled herself. And her virginity had been sold.

Many nights she had cried and prayed for salvation. Only to be visited by more men. Most of whom were cruel, wanting only to hurt her and see her in pain as they raped and sodomized her.

Now 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…”

Seeing him again made her want to both leap in to his arms. And hide in shame.
Her heart raced and her body trembled as she watched his come nearer.
Was he angered at what she had become? Would he punish her for leaving him?
If only she could tell by the look on his face. Yet his face was now unreadable and she wanted so desperately to shrink from him.
But she could only lay there and watch him as his hand reached out and his fingers grazed her flesh.

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: Once again 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.

Oh how she wanted to plead with him: To beg his forgiveness.

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

He could smell her fear and it sickened him. He had never wanted anything but happiness and joy for her.

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

That only left a leather collar and a chain attaching her to the bed.

Shaking in fear she curled against the headboard as her Master stared down at her. She knew she was trapped. That if he wished to make her pay for not remaining in his home as she should have that long ago day there was nothing for her to do but submit.

Suddenly his hand shot out and he fisted his fingers in her hair. Then pulling her up against his chest he purred in her ear, “Even battered and bruised you are still a beauty.

“Th…thank… Thank you Master.” She stammered as she gently rested her hands against him. In that brief moment she took comfort in his touch and knew in her heart that no matter what price she would be made to pay. She would gladly pay it.

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. His rage at the injustice before him had boiled to the surface and without meaning to he took it out on her.

The poor woman cowered against the mattress as she watched his hand rise. Her heart clinched in her chest as she waited for him to strike her.

But it stopped mere inches from her.

It was not her fault he told himself as he tried to calm his rage.
It had been that snake of a Valet’s doing. And he had paid for his crimes.

So stroking her hair gently, he sat on the edge of the bed.
How he wished he could turn back the clock. Return her innocence and take her fear and pain away. But he was no magician with a magic wand to wave.
All he could do now was take her home and care for her and pray that in time she would heal.

She forced herself to crawl to him. He was her Master and she belonged to him no matter what.
Carefully resting her head in his lap she whispered, “Forgive me Master. I have become nothing but a whore.”

Lifting her face he said, “You may have been forced to be a whore my dearest. But you will serve me.”

“Yes Master.” She answered softly and she shivered.
She prayed silently that her nightmare was finally at an end. And that he would take her from this hell that she had been trapped in for so long.

Removing her collar with the flick of his wrist, he lifted her in his arms and carried her to an adjoining bathroom.

She clung to him and wanted to cry.
For the first time in she wasn’t sure how long that accursed collar had finally been removed. And maybe, just maybe he would free her from this hell on earth too.

She moaned softly in both pain and pleasure as the heat of the steaming water surrounded her. It felt so good to think of finally being clean and she wanted to just lay there. Yet she knew the choice was not her own to make.

He knelt by tub and gently bathed her with a soft sponge. He did not want to cause her anymore pain. But he needed to make sure that he removed all traces of those men (those beasts) had left behind. He even carefully washed her hair.

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 lifted her in his arms and carried her into the night.

Clinging to her Master, the woman closed her eyes and rested her head against his bare shoulder.
It seemed that they had only stepped into the night when they arrived at the threshold of his home. And he wasted no time in taking her to his chamber.

He had wanted to treat her like a queen. However that time had passed. Her innocence had been taken and now she was no more than a soiled dove. Yet she was ripe for the picking. And he planned to reclaim her as his own.

Opening her eyes she took in the grandeur of his chamber.
It 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 stroked the side of her face before turning to the fireplace smiling with the knowledge that she would soon be marked as his.
Once he had built a roaring blaze he turned back to her.

She watched his graceful movements as he had walked from her. And she tried to tell herself that he was her savior. Yet try as she might to believe it true. She still feared him.

Standing he turned to her and started to undress.
Wanting to take his time, he moved slowly. Taking care that each of his movements were seen by the beauty awaiting him on his bed.
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 seductively.
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.
Her heart hammered in her chest and her eyes darted about the room.
Would he beat her now as others had? Could she have been mistaken in her belief that he would save her? And why was he moving so slowly? Was it to torment her? If so, it was working. Her fear was increasing as the moments ticked by.

Moving ever closer to the bed he slid his pants down revealing his huge swollen manhood. 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.
So whispering a silent prayer she cowered back from him.

Blinded by his lust for her he climbed onto the bed and reaching out he pulled the towel from her body.
Throwing it to the floor he moved closer to her and said, “Touch me. I need to feel your hands upon my flesh.”

Her hands trembled as she ran her fingertips over his chest. And she closed her eyes trying to calm her tattered nerves.
Then flattening her palms against his skin she caressed her way to his nipples. Grazing over them with her thumbs she heard him inhale sharply.
Her eyes snapped open at the sound and she started to pull away for him. But he caught her wrist and moved her hand lower.

She knew what he wanted and did not fight him. After all she was a whore.

Her fingers shook as she ghosted them over the head of his manhood. Forcing herself to act bolder, she wrapped her hand around him as far as she could. Then hoping to please him she began to move her hand up and down his shaft.

To him her touch was like heaven. And he moaned with pleasure as he pushed his hips forward. But yet it was not enough and he groaned, “Use both hands.”

Reacting to his demand, she quickly wrapped the fingers of her other hand around his member encircling it as she worked to try and please him.

As his enjoyment of her attention to him grew, 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 ravishing it.

Then suddenly breaking contact he stared into her eyes.

Thinking that he wanted her to suckle him she lowered her head.
Sticking her tongue out she tasted the precum that had began to weep from his cock-head. Then opening her mouth she tried to wrap her lips around him.

Gasping out in surprise and not wanting to cum so quickly he pulled her face up. And that was when he saw the look of terror in her eyes.

She feared that she had done something to displease her Master and had earned his wraith. So hoping to sway him she whispered, “Please forgive me Master. I…I did not mean…”

Growling, as his anger at his own rashness overtook him he snapped “Shut up! I do not wish to hear your piteous pleas.”
Then realizing to late the harshness of his words he groaned and whispered, “What have they done to you my beauty?”

Lowering her gaze she could think of no way to answer him. But wanting to please him none the less, she again reached her hands out and touched his chest.
Then lifting her face back up, she leaned towards him and pressed her lips to his.

Her embolden actions pushed him beyond all reason and he pressed her back on to the bed.

Parting their lips he stared down at her.
His need to possess her drove him and his hand shook as he ran his fingers ever so gently over her flesh.

Cupping her breasts he teased her nipples and watched them harden to the point they seemed to beg to be suckled.
So licking his lips he leaned forward and captured one of her rosy peaks.

She gasped and arched her back, as the warmth of his saliva seemed to heal her tender flesh. And as he moved to her other swollen nipple she had to stop herself from crying out.

Tearing himself from her breasts her Master trailed gentle kisses down her body: Stopping only briefly to dip his tongue into her bellybutton.

Slipping his hands under her bottom, he lifted her hips from the bed. His mouth watered as he inhaled her feminine aroma and saw that her juices were dripping from her womanhood.

He was nearly mad with the desire to taste her as he pressed his face to her core. But he feared injuring her so he forced himself to be gentle as he parted her with his tongue.

Oh she tasted like heaven and he wanted to drink from fount forever.

The woman could not stifle the moan that escaped her throat as his tongue and lips devoured her. And her hips moved of there own accord in the tight confines of his hands.

With great effort he finally lifted his face from between her legs and licked his lips greedily.

Climbing back up her supine body he kissed and nipped at her flesh.

She trembled in fear as she tried to tell herself that this was why he had originally purchased her. That she should be thankful that her family was feed and had a home because of this man.
But all that she had been through: All the pain that those cruel men had forced her to endure haunted her. And she feared that he would be no different.
Plus she feared that he when mounted her he would tear her to pieces.

He could smell her fear permeating the room and he wanted (No he needed) to find a way to take it from her.
So caressing her cheek tenderly he whispered, “Open your eyes and look at me.”

Turning her face to his she looked at him with tear-filled eyes and immediately found herself lost.

His eyes glowed with an inner firer and he invaded her mind with his.
He knew that binding her to his will was wrong. But his need and hunger for her was so great he knew of no other way to take her.

A gasp escaped her lips when she felt his manhood rub against her swollen clit. And she wanted to pull away from him. Yet she could not tear her gaze from his and soon she began to relax as a warmth like she had never felt before filled her.

He flooded her mind with a calming peace as he whispered in her ear that she was his goddess. That in his arms there would be only pleasure.

As his manhood pressed against her opening she moaned and lifted her hips to greet him.

Entering her slowly he stilled him movements when a deep groan tore from her throat mistaking her reaction for one of pain.

Wrapping her legs around his waist she lifted her pelvis taking him more deeply within her core. Silently begging him to grant her the pleasure he had promised.

Her eagerness surprised him and he almost lost his contact within her mind. Yet quickly regaining his composer he pressed his hips forward entering her fully.

Then as the woman below him began to writhe in ecstasy he felt his control of her slipping once again and knew that he would soon lose all control.
So wrapping his large hands around her small waist he withdrew himself almost to the point of exiting her.
Trusting back into her he felt her legs tighten around him and watched as she arched her back.

She gasped as the air was forced from her lungs at his violent invasion. But the pain she had expected did not come. In its place was a feeling like no other she had ever felt.
Reaching up she took hold of his shoulders as she cried, “Please Master.”

Searching her mind he tried to discern if her cry was one of pain or pleasure.
Finding only pleasure he adjusted his grip on her hips and began to ride her at a slow and steady pace.

With their bodies joined as one, the woman soon found herself swept away on waves of pure bliss. And as she crested even higher in the ecstasy he was bringing her. She threw her head back and cried out her euphoria.

His eyes snapped to her exposed throat and the vein that pulsed there.
Kissing and licking it he felt his approaching climax.
So cradling her head in his hand he whispered into her ear that she would never need fear pain or death again.

Then lifting his head he revealed his true face.

A brief moment of fear passed through her. But it was gone just as quickly. And she could have sworn that a woman whispered in her other ear, “Trust him my child: For he has protected us all.”

When he saw her moment of fear of him he almost pulled away. He knew her life had been a nightmare of pain and degradation and he did not want to add to it. For he wanted to be the one to give her peace and pleasure. Especially since he had failed so terribly at protecting her.

Seeing his hesitation the woman lifted her hand and stroked the side of his face. She knew in her soul that this man, her Master, was her only hope.

Again the voice whispered in her ear, “Yes my child listen to your heart. It knows that he is the one to set you free from your pain.”

Looking into his eyes she whispered. “I trust you Master. Please take away my pain.” And with that said she turned her head exposing her throat to him again.

He knew that his binding over her had been broken. But she still acted as if she was under a spell.

Needing to know that she was offering herself to him of her own free will, her Master reached out and turned her face back to him.
Searching her eyes he whispered, “You know what you offer? And that once I accept there will be no turning back.”

“Please Master.” She whined. “Please take away my pain.”

Pulling his face to her throat the woman cried, “Please Master, give me a new life, one without pain and torment.”

As the smell of her willingness and passion filled his nostrils her Master understood that what she offered was of her own volition.

Speeding up the motion of his hips he kissed her throat waiting for the moment of her climax to completely take her.

Clinging to him the woman cried out “Master.” As her body was engulfed in a feeling of bliss she had never known before.

At that moment he sank his fangs into her delicate flesh and drank deeply of her sweet nectar as his passions seed filled her womb.

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

The pain that had been her constant companion was no more and she almost giggled with relief.

Sitting up she cast her gaze about the room as if seeing it for the first time.
Everything seemed so much brighter and beautiful. And she wanted to drink in the room’s very essence.
Then her eyes found him sitting there watching her. And her breath caught in her throat. He was the most magnificent creature she had ever seen in her life. The way the candlelight played across his pale flesh made him seem to glow. And the way the light and shadows danced in his hair made her want to bury her fingers in its softness.

With a small smile painting her lips she rose effortlessly from the bed and went to him.
Sinking to her knees before him she looked up into his eyes.
“Tell me I am forgiven for becoming a whore, Master.”

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.”
He knew in his soul that his pact with her ancestor had been honored. And from that day forward he could rest in the knowledge that that fateful night so long ago had given him the greatest gift imaginable.

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