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Richter was a successful man, at least mildly so. He was middle management in a growing tech firm with aspirations of seniority. At the age of 43 he was actually older than the CEO, a fact that never ceased to get under his skin. And his wife at home didn't help matters. She had risen to the top of her company in ten years, something she seemed to really enjoy throwing in Richter's face lately. Of course, it meant she was never home, leaving Richter to fend for himself more often than not.

After a meeting with the executives, Richter stopped by the bathroom to wash his hands and freshen up a bit. He looked at himself in the mirror, examining his graying hairline and slight wrinkles around his eyes. He kept himself in top shape, running every morning before work and spending time at the gym three evenings a week. His health and appearance were very important to him, and the smiles and looks he got from the women in the office didn't hurt. He ran his hand through his hair, making sure not to mess up the style as he smiled at himself. Reaching into one pocket he felt the long velvety box there. He grasped it for a moment, taking a breath and heading out towards the large reception desk on this floor.

The woman that worked the reception desk had caught Richter's eye early on, and kept his attention throughout his time there. It started with simple conversation, the kinds of things that you talk about while waiting for the elevator. Then, a simple brush of a hand, or body against body. He didn't know how it felt to her, but to him it was electric. He started buying her small gifts. Little trinkets for her desk when she'd mention something she liked, or a piece of jewelry that went with an outfit that he enjoyed seeing her in. There was never any strings attached, he never tried to make her feel like something would happen if she didn't accept the gifts. As Richter made his way across the polished gray floor, he straightened his tie with one hand and pulled the long slender box out with the other. He smiled at the receptionist, unconsciously wetting his lips with a slow draw of his tongue across them. His green eyes locked to her blue as he neared the desk, sliding the box onto it and leaning over. "For you."

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Ashley had been working for the firm for a couple years, and she found that she---for the most part---enjoyed the work. Still, it got dull, and she'd had to learn to fend off unwanted advances early on. Her blonde, blue-eyed good looks and sunny smile had drawn more than a little bit of male attention, particularly from guys who thought that her being a secretary meant her duties went beyond the ones written in her job description.

She twiddled the wedding band on her finger while she talked on the phone, the customer mostly seeming to want to ramble about how important he was, now that he had a meeting with her boss set. She glanced around and pulled her cell phone out, peeking at the cracked screen under her desk and frowning at the one-word response her husband had sent her. Ashley had been trying to forget the suggestive texts she'd found on his phone... he'd absolutely denied anything was going on, saying he hadn't asked for the pictures the woman he'd met at the garage where he worked had sent him, but she couldn't shake the suspicion that there was a lot more going on there.

Her expression brightened as she saw Richter walking up to her, heartbeat picking up, and she shoved her phone back in her purse, hurriedly wrapping up the call she was on as he approached. She hung up, eyes widening as she saw that velvety box. "Mr. Richter... you really don't have to do that." She beamed up at the man, taking the box despite her protests and peeking inside.

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"I know I don't have to Ashley, but I want to. I saw it and I just knew it'd look beautiful on you." Their hands touched as she took the box, his fingertips lingering before she pulled the box away to open it. He grinned as her eyes fell upon the delicate silver chain, adorned with a series of small sapphires. "It matches your eyes." He leaned across the large desk, eyes drawn to Ashley's chest for just a moment, picturing her wearing the necklace even as she admired it.

He felt a buzz in his pocket, biting his bottom lip. "One second. It could be business." He slipped his phone from his pocket, swiping the screen to unlock it and seeing a message from his wife. It was like so many messages before. 'Working late. Don't wait up.' His eyes closed for a moment and he slipped the phone back into his pocket, forcing the smile back on his face. It was only forced for a moment until he looked back at Ashley's face, then the smile settled naturally on his.

[Assistant] Ashley couldn't resist, her lips pursing in a soft 'oooo' as she looked at the necklace. "Oh... wow. It's beautiful." She politely waited until after he'd checked his phone, noting the defeat and irritation on his face and reacting to it with a strangely protective urge. "Will you help me put it on, Mr. Richter?" She stood and walked around the desk, then turned, holding the necklace up to him as she swept soft hair up and away from her neck with her free hand.

[User] "Gladly." Richter felt his heart skip a beat as Ashley stood, watching her walk around the desk with measured grace. He took the necklace between his fingers, breathing in slowly as the scent LP No. 9 hit his senses. He smiled at that, knowing she was wearing the perfume that he bought her a few weeks ago. The heart on the bottle might have had something to do with his purchase, but he certainly enjoyed the way it smelled on her. He stopped just short of burying his face against her hair as he leaned in, slowly wrapping the slim necklace around her throat. His fingertips brushed her soft skin as he closed the clasp, boldly adjusting it on her chest and then stepping back. "Perfect."

[Assistant] The man's gentle but sure touch had goosebumps spreading over Ashley's arms, her breath catching as she shivered. She caught herself licking her lips as she turned around, looking up into the older man's eyes. "You've been so nice to me, Mr. Richter. It means a lot, and I really wish I could do something..." She stopped herself, laughing a little, "I'm not quite sure how to say it so it doesn't sound wrong." His gifts had gotten more and more personal, and increasingly expensive, and she knew on some levels she should really turn them down, but there was something about him that had caught her attention and made her not want to tell him 'no.'

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Richter's eyes swept down over Ashley as she turned, and he licked his lips as their eyes met again. He smiled warmly as she spoke, her laughter filling him up with a warmth that he didn't realize was missing until it was there. The flirting had started soon after Ashley showed up, but lately he had to admit that he'd been showering her with more and more lavish gifts. She stoked a fire in him that he could no longer deny.

"I think there is something you can do, after all." He winked at her and reached into his pocket, pulling a small folded note and placing it against her palm. "Don't read this until after work." He grinned and winked again. "The wait will be worth it." He checked his watch and licked his lips. "I have another meeting in five minutes. I should get to that. You know how the boss is." He chuckled and pulled away, a little bounce in his step. As he walked away he pulled out his phone, checking the reservation he had made. He was confident that Ashley would come, once she read the note. He'd had everything he needed delivered to a hotel room downtown at the finest hotel in town. Now, all that was left was for her to be there when he arrived.

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Ashley looked down at the piece of paper in her hand with surprise, tempted to open it immediately but forcing herself to wait. She bit her lip, going back to typing a memo for the boss, the note placed where she could see it under her flat screen monitor. Every time she reached for it, the phone seemed to ring, or she would get a call for a file or a cup of coffee. She even brought a couple things into the meeting where Richter was, trying not to visibly blush as she accidentally met his eyes. Six o'clock finally rolled around, and Ashley took a breath, unfolding the note carefully. The name of the hotel had her eyes widening and her cheeks going bright pink.

_Room 412, 8 pm. Oh God._ She debated balling the note up and throwing it in the trash, but something stopped her. Her phone chimed in her purse and she reached for it without thinking, jaw tightening as she saw the text that Dan was going to be out late with ''the guys'' again. _It would serve him right. See how he feels if I don't come home._ She frowned at her phone as she typed in "Drinks with girls from work, back late," her thumb hovering for a long moment before she hit send. She grabbed her purse, going to the bathroom to fix her makeup before killing an hour or two in town near town, splurging on something to eat in a restaurant and a glass of wine. When 8 arrived, she was walking into the hotel, feeling dazzled by the chandeliers and marble as she climbed into the quiet, carpeted elevator and pushed the button for the fourth floor. It seemed like only seconds had passed before she was knocking on the door for number 412.

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The rest of the day went by sluggishly slow, the only highlights being those moments that Ashley had to come in with a file for the boss, or to serve coffee during the meeting. Richter couldn't help but grin at the blush on her cheeks, giving her a sly wink when he knew no one was looking. The office banter about the secretary and what they would do with her tugged at a possessive streak in him, and he stayed quiet during. He felt like he was floating through the rest of the day, breathing a sigh of relief as he was directed to wine and dine a new client at half past five.

The dinner went well, though he couldn't get his mind off of Ashley and his plans for the night. The box waiting for her in the hotel was entirely out of her comfort zone, but that was part of the fun. He wondered if she'd put on the collar, or if the sight of it would make her run. The leash might do it too. The fact that nothing else was in the box would be the last test to see if she would stay.

Dinner and drinks ended around 7:45, giving Richter just enough time to close the deal and make his way to the hotel. He was riding high off of a successful meeting and dinner, but the only thing on his mind was what was waiting for him at the hotel. He drove up in a mid class BMW, past the water fountains and up to the beautiful building. It wasn't a high rise hotel like many, but a re-purposed manor home with four floors and two basement levels that housed the offices and janitorial supplies.

Richter made his way up the stone steps into the hotel, smiling as he looked around the lavish setting. He held his suit jacket over his arm and stepped into the elevator, the sounds from outside dying away as the doors closed and the elevator climbed to the fourth floor. He stepped out and took a slow, deep breath, walking steadily to the room and waiting outside for a moment before trying the door. He found it unlocked and opened it, licking his lips as he stared at Ashley, unable to find any words to say.

[Assistant] Ashley had opened the box, it had her name on it after all, expecting a piece of lingerie. She'd sat down on the edge of the bed at the sight of the collar and leash, her heart in her mouth as she looked up to see Richter walk in the door. She'd read 50 Shades, and it had been the fodder of a number of her more intense fantasies, when she was enjoying the shower head at home. Actually doing it, though, that was something different, and she wasn't sure what to do or say as she met the man's green eyes. "I... I've never done anything like this, before. Never." Her voice came out ragged, but she knew her nipples were visible through her bra and blouse.

[User] Richter's eyes dropped to Ashley's blouse as he closed the door, loosening his tie. "But you want to. Or you wouldn't be here." His voice was steady, low. It carried a different tone than at work, with a slightly harsh edge to it. "Put it on." He nodded towards the box, unbuttoning the top two buttons of his dress shirt and his cuffs. He looked eager and sure of himself as he made his way across the room, his eyes never leaving Ashley's. He stood less than a foot from her, looking at her expectantly.

[Assistant] Ashley's hands seemed to move without her direction, and she found herself unclasping her new necklace, gently putting it on the bedside table. She slowly unbuckled the leather collar, looking up at Richter as she held it to her neck. "You won't tell anyone...? I know how much people at the office talk, I hear it even if they don't think I do." Her fingers carefully buckled the collar around her neck, leaving it a little looser than someone experienced at this might. She knew she was shivering, breathing ragged as she watched Richter's face.

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Richter grinned as she shivered, closing the gap between them and reaching up, tightening the collar around her throat more. "Our little secret." He spoke the words against her hair, getting the leash and attaching it as well. He was no expert in BDSM. Most of his knowledge came from the internet. He'd found a website with essays and poetry and all sorts of stories, and it was more informative than any of the porn could ever be. His wife never seemed interested in trying it, she was more than happy to just lay there, checking her phone every few minutes while he tried his best to pleasure them both.

Richter stepped back, still holding the leash as he looked Ashley over. "Strip." The word wasn't harshly spoken but it was no less a demand for it. It was that same tone he used when he had to direct Ashley to do something at work. He wasn't harsh or mean like some of his superiors, but he commanded respect and would take no less.

[Assistant] Ashley's hands traveled up to the mother of pearl buttons of her light blue blouse, undoing them carefully as she kept her eyes on Richter's face. She shrugged out of it, unclasping her bra and dropping it to one side, exposing soft, full breasts and hard pink nipples. She kicked her kitten heels off, unzipping her skirt and letting it fall. Her body was responding to the closeness, the thick leather collar around her throat and the light tugs of the leash as she moved.

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Richter's eyes followed Ashley's trembling hands, watching her undo her blouse and shrug it off. He let out a soft moan as her soft breasts were revealed, those hard pink nipples looking so inviting. He continued to look down, watching her kick off her heels and let her skirt pool to the ground leaving her in only a pair of panties and soft stockings.

"Leave the panties and stockings on. No sense in rushing." He winked at her and tugged her closer by the leash, their faces almost touching. "I've wanted to do this for so long." He breathed the words before his lips found hers, kissing her deeply and hungrily. Years of frustration and need poured into that kiss, his body heating up as he tasted her lips for the first time. He slipped his fingers into her hair and gripped, pulling her deeper into that kiss before breaking it and whispering. "If I do anything that makes you uncomfortable, no matter what is going on I want you to say 'yellow' in a clear voice. And if you want this all to stop, all you need to do is say 'red', and it stops instantly. Understood?" As he asked that he stepped back, holding her leash and looking into her eyes, waiting for confirmation.

[Assistant] Ashley returned the kiss after a moment, melting into it and Richter's body, losing herself in the passion and intensity. When he broke the kiss she panted softly, flushing and nodding as he told her the words she could say to regain a little control, if she needed it. As she nodded she reached down, carefully pulling off her wedding band and engagement ring with it's tiny diamond, setting them down on the table next to her necklace. "I kept wondering if you were going to try to kiss me, before... but the time never really... it didn't seem right, and I wasn't sure."

[User] Richter only grinned at that and nodded, licking his lips as he looked Ashley over, guiding her to walk away from the bed a little. He slowly circled her, holding her leash the whole time as he looked her over from every angle, moaning softly at the sight. "You are beautiful, Ashley." He spoke the words softly, no teasing or hesitation in them, only truth. He ended up behind her and stepped forward, pressing against her ass and running both hands up her sides. He moaned at the feeling of her soft, warm skin, his large hands spreading out to touch as much of her as possible. When he reached her breasts he squeezed firmly, pinching around her nipples.

[Assistant] Ashley blushed pinker at that, eyes fluttering closed as Richter pressed against the soft curve of her ass. She wondered if he could tell how turned on she was already, moaning and pressing into his touch. "Ahh! Nnn, I never get this, at home." Frankly, she felt taken for granted. The sex she had was always the 'lick it and stick it' type, which lasted long enough for her husband to get off. Lately, she'd even been faking her own orgasms just to speed things up. This moment felt intense, as if she was being devoured by Richter's touch, and something about it had her tingling down to her core.

[User] "Mmmm that's a real shame. You are a treasure." He groaned the words against her ear, feeling the heat of her as he pressed tighter to her ass. He slid one hand up past her breasts, lightly over her throat and then back, slipping his fingers into her hair and gripping, bending her forward at the waist. He made sure she never felt off balance, he was always in full control of her body as he moved her. "And tonight, you're my treasure." He growled the words softly, his free hand sliding down her back to her ass, slowly peeling her panties down and off.

[Assistant] "Mine." That thought had Ashley moaning low in her throat, body trembling as Richter guided her forward toward the bed, her hands going down on the edge to brace herself. Her panties slid off, gliding over her knee high stockings, and she blushed as she felt the cool air touch her wet slit as she stepped out of them. "What.. what are we going to do?"

[User] As Ashley stepped out of her panties, Richter cupped his hand between her legs and against her cunt. He groaned as he felt the heat from it, her wet lips dripping onto his fingers. There was the slightest bit of fuzz that felt soft against his fingertips, and he rubbed it gently. "What do you think, Ashley? With the invitation, and this collar... what do you think we're going to do?" He grinned as he pushed two fingers into her, answering his and her own questions. He hooked her cunt with two fingers, finger fucking her slowly and firmly, pulling her back a little each time he pulled his fingers out.

[Assistant] "I... nnnn... fuck yes." Ashley blushed as the curse word came out of her mouth, her cunt grabbing around Richter's fingers. She moaned in pleasure, losing the thought that he might be about to spank her or whip her with his belt. The collar pulled tight around her throat, the leash dragging it at an angle that somehow made it almost better as it restricted her breathing a bit. Her hips rocked, moving the walls of her wet cunt over his curved fingers.

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"You craved this, didn't you?" Richter groaned the words as she rocked her hips, fucking his fingers as he drove in deeper, stroking over her g-spot with each firm, steady thrust. "You craved this control... or losing it. I could see it in your eyes. You always work better with clear directions, when you don't have to make any choices yourself." He kept his grip tight on the leash, dragging her back by her throat and holding her there even as she moved against him. He felt a rush as he looked at her. The closest he'd ever gotten was his wife on her knees to suck his cock and that was more than a year ago and only so she wouldn't ''have'' to fuck him. He growled as he pushed those thoughts out of his head, forcing his wife completely out of his mind.

As Ashley fucked herself on his fingers he looked around the room. He'd spared no expense on the finest room, which almost seemed a waste since this was all he had planned for it. The bed was a king sized bed with plush, brand new bedding, the view of downtown out the window. There was a jacuzzi tub in the bathroom as well as a separate shower stall. Room service was 24 hours with a full kitchen available at any time.

[Assistant] Ashley was paying no attention at all to the room, though she'd been impressed with it when she'd first walked in. Her voice was raised in a garbled, inarticulate moan, his words making her cunt grab around his fingers. His pull on the leash arched her back, and she trembled, breathing harsher and more difficult... somehow that made it more intense, and she tried to nod in answer to Richter's words. The growl was audible, and she made a questioning noise, not sure if she'd done something he didn't like.


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Elizabeth struggled, her hands still wrapped about his wrist, but had little doubt that he would kill her and the fact that she would be dead wouldn't stop his perversion. She nodded slightly against his hand; her breathing sounded as much like a whistling kettle than a normal breath through her nearly closed airway.

She let go of his wrist and reached down to push herself up and onto the table; wide eyes looked away as she lifted her skirt to reveal nicely shaped, stocking clad calves under the thick skirt and petticoats. but that was as high as she lifted the material.

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This niece of him might be a spoiled child without ever being taught just how fortunate she was to be a part of this family, her mother completely unworthy of the match, but she was beautiful. Her beauty did not startle due to the luxury of her dresses or the complexion of her pale skin but a natural appeal that he admitted likely came from her comely mother who so cleverly seduced his kin. William reached out then and ran his hand from her ankle, along her calf and up to her knees. Almost as if he were peeling a piece of fruit, he cautiously worked the cloth down so warm, coarse and strong fingers met smooth pale skin once he retread the same path. "Good girl." He praised with a soft voice.

He repeated the process with the other leg and came to decision. He did not want her fully undressed for this. No, no indeed not. This was not an escapade of lovers into the dark nor a wanton affair. She was to be violated and the experience memorable but oh he wanted to see her, part of her, most of her and have the skirt pile around her waist as she was ravaged. Yes, yes he decided that was the image, that was the dream. "Are you capable of removing the corset girl or do you need assistance?"

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Elizabeth jumped at his hand on her calve... moved smoothly up to her knee and higher. A tear rolled down her cheek as she closed her eyes to this monster. No man was suppose to touch her; see her... like this except for her husband and this---she couldn't think of a foul enough creature to compare him to.

The young woman jumped again, a soft gasp of shock erupted from her parted lips as he rolled the stockings down and off of her legs and he touched her bare skin. "P-please... d-don't do this." she couldn't control her breathing or how the bodice of her dress rose and fell against her chest. She couldn't, wouldn't watch this thing violate her like this.

Then he asked another question and in spite of herself, her head whipped back to look at him, her eyes wide in shock and alarm, "My corset?" she asked and shook her head quickly, frantically at the implications of her corset being removed... she couldn't remove the corset without removing the dress and she did not want to remove the dress. "N-n-no," she said in a squeak, but even she wasn't sure if she meant the corset or a denial of his demand.

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William rose his eyes from her young leg to meet frightened expression of her youthful face, including wide eyes that peered at him as if he said the most absurd thing. Pity, he thought. For a moment he allowed himself to be distracted by the fantasy and not the reality. The dim-witted girl drew him out of it again with her pleading and ridiculousness as if he had not recently threatened her life. He needed to remind her, this twit from the seed of his family, that her decision was made when she came down with him.

Carefully he lifted one hand to her throat and applied just enough pressure to remind her of their earlier conversation. "I would see your breasts girl. I have no interest in you being fully unclothed as I am not your husband and this is not your wedding night. If you do not reveal them to me, in some manner, the only thing the authorities will find her is your violated corpse."

Harsh, even for him, but the words flowed from his tongue as easily as if he just offered a business contract to a fellow gentleman. He almost believed his threat, almost.

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Elizabeth reached up quickly to grab his wrist in instinctive fear, but wheezed out a "Yes." before she was sure that he would let her go. She had no doubt that he would kill her... and a very big doubt whether she would leave this room again when he was done with his evil acts.

The teenage girl slowly reached behind her to the row of buttons up the back of the dress. She would have to strain to reach the last few, but she could reach them if she had to. She swallowed convulsively, her eyes down as the buttons came free one by one in a slow progression. With a grimace, she finally reached the last one between her shoulder blades and the gown loosened over her chest. "God will damn you for this." she said softly and let the material slip from her shoulders to reveal a chemise over her pale breasts and bone corset below.

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"God damned me when your mother met your father. He damned us all when you were born, and he torment me now because despite my best efforts to allowing you life, you insist on having me take it." William took a breath, trying to contain his rage at her insistent taunting. Perhaps he should just break her neck, save him the trouble. But then she complied, and not a moment too soon. The girl who would protect her modesty, her chastity as if she was more than a lowborn peasant finally loosened her dress in a way that revealed not just pale skin but more than the fine outline of her young breasts. Yes, yes she had some measure of good breeding in her, some hint of more than to her though he saw her as little more than the product of slave stock.

Calmly he brushed his palm along the top of her left breast, feeling the smooth decline and firm flesh as he pressed ever so lightly and let her nipple run the length of his fingertip to the middle of his hand before closing his hands around one smooth mound and squeezing.

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Elizabeth shuttered at his touch; her eyes closed again as she turned her head away from his gaze. She may not survive this day, but she wouldn't give him one inch more than she had to.

Her bared breasts rose and fell with each quick breath, but that breath stopped with the touch of his hand against her pink nipple. In utter horror, she felt her nipple tighten under his hand as he ran his hand along it. She had no experience with this and the betrayal of her body stung her spirit more than his evil words could had.

Then, he squeezed and it took everything that the young woman had in her to stop the whimper of pain that struggled to escape as the pressure grew and in response, her back arched in an attempt to distance the pain from her core. A tear formed and ran down her cheek as her jaw clinched harder... her breathing rapid but shallow until she couldn't take any more. Her hands gripped the material of her bunched gown as a sharp gasp of pain escaped her lips.

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William found himself able to focus with the young woman finally silent. All he wanted to hear from her now were sounds, to feel the reluctance, see the fear and resistance but never her voice. How dare she proclaim a right to deny him. He imagined a knight unmounting near a peasant hovel, speaking his demand of a wife of a daughter, how pleasing it might be to run harsh metal of a gauntlet between the folds of a low-borne woman and hear her cries in ways no high-born woman would allow. Perhaps a master and a slave presented the same opportunity, and here he was, holding the young and no doubt untried breasts of his niece who tried to declare her equal status to him as she trembled in a dark cellar as only a low born wench would do.

He clicked his tongue and marveled at how tight those pretty pink nipples became against his coarse skin. And then she arched, a beautiful creature agile and fine pushing her bosom against his prying fingers. He felt desire, he felt power and her response stirred a great need inside him to punish the girl for the sins of her mother, for the cruelty that that women set before him in devaluing their good name.

The old man leaned forward and kissed the corner of her eye, moved to her ear and whispered softly to her. "Such a gorgeous animal you are." He praised. His touch softened and began kneed and explore the firmness of her breasts before he dipped down and kissed the top swell of those mounds and worked his way down to surround a taunt nipple with mouth. He suckled, hard, tantalizing her untried body with a mixture of pleasing sensations combined with discomfort.

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Elizabeth bit her lower lip hard enough to make the skin pale under her teeth. She refused to give him anything else at his vialness. Wasn't it enough that he had forced her to expose herself? Hadn't he humiliated her enough with abusing her breast? This monster claimed to be her uncle, but what uncle would do such an evil deed? She would survive this, she swore, and one day she would make him pay for what he did.

She jumped when his lips touched the soft skin beside her eye and in spite of all of her determination, she whimpered at the words he spoke into her ear. "You are the beast." she hissed before he did the unexpected and shocked her to the core. "No!" she gasped hard when his lips pulled on her nipple; the combination of his hand and his lips on her skin staggered her Even as her hands shot up to grab his head to push him away, he sucked harder and Elizabeth froze in shock as something totally alien to her experience started between her thighs.

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William should have shoved a sock in her mouth or a dirty rage William realized, but he didn't want to ruin the image of such a beautiful girl. Like her mother, she talked too much, presumed her status was higher than it was. Not an obedient girl at all, just a continued example of her mother's insolence which only hardened his resolve and anger against her. But this Elizabeth was no better than a slave, and he would show her not what pretty southern women thought of men and slaves, but the horrors they could also do and her response to it... well no respectable woman would do as he was certain she would do for him.

The older man felt her fingers against his head, but he ignored them. There was risk, of course, she would try and claw or bite him, but of course she did not. So when he left that tiny little nub hard and erect, glistening with his saliva he moved to the other to do the same. Instead of toying with the young pink nipple with his rolling tongue, he gripped that young ripe breasts firmly and drew more of the supple breast into his mouth and sucked harder still. Once he felt that nipple marble against his tongue he withdrew and carefully pressed his teeth against the flesh, a love bite some might call it, nothing too painful, just a move to shock her a little and perhaps shut her up.

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Elizabeth felt her shame deeply... the humiliation rocked through her with the realization that the soft tugging on her nipple felt... good. A part of her told herself that a baby nurses from the same place and surely God wouldn't make that unpleasant... but this monster was no baby.

Her breath caught in her throat when he switched to the other breast and a sweet torment seemed to enflame a line from the nipple to---she couldn't allow herself to think such thoughts! Her eyes closed a moment before he used his teeth on the sensitive tip. The girl jerked, but a soft moan escaped her parted lips instead of a yelp.

[Assistant] William withdrew and held her right breast. He ran his large thumb over a wet and glistening puckered nipple. "I was beginning to wonder if you would have any value as a woman or just a mouthy, silly girl who forgets her station. You are... capable it seems which means you may very well survive this day little Elizabeth." He gathered her skirts and lifted them to her waist. His hand pressed against her knee, squeeze, and then he worked his way along the top of her thigh until he dipped between her legs near her thigh. He flitted his index finger and lightly pressed against her sex.

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Elizabeth shivered uncontrollably from the surge of arousal that his mouth on her breast had caused... it shamed her to her heart that he had such power over her regardless of how she tried to resist. Her breath seemed to come too fast and nothing she did could bring it back to normal and that fiendish thumb brushing her nipple would surely drive her mad in short order... they weren't quite at the heaving stage, but the obvious rise and fall of her breasts, the blush that ran from her hairline and nearly to those pink nipples told a story she wished dearly wasn't there. She couldn't watch her tormentor defile her virtue like this.

His hand on her bare knee caused her to jump, a whimper slipped from parted lips as she knew that he would see her most private of places... the dirty place... and-

Elizabeth's eyes popped open and almost bulged when his fingertips touched her womanhood... her damp womanhood. She didn't resist as it had been made clear to her that to try would be a painful death that she was not at all sure would stop him from his foul deeds regardless. Without any conscious thought, her thighs parted a little for him and her eyes dropped.

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_Good, good._ William thought. In his twisted mind, her moans, her brief silence and of course the parting of her thighs validated everything William labeled her to be. He might have called her a girl a number of times this day but the fact remained she was a woman, long a woman to many parts of the world and far overdue for a solidified match. No, no they spoiled her, let her become arrogant enough to behave abhorrently to those she should have known were her better, and now she would pay a steep price for that folly.

Carefully the man slipped a finger between her puffy damp lips, running just the tip the length of her folds to ever so carefully to find and rub against the engorged nub he knew would be waiting for him there. "No doubt a woman like you would have impure thoughts about those around you, your imagination leading you to envision some strong man or worse some witless small boy to kiss you, hold you and touch your lips. There will be no kissing here."

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Elizabeth struggled to not slam her thighs together at his touch, but doing so might of caused her quick death. No one had ever touched her... there... and the touch caused her breath to catch and a soft tremble to run throughout her body. She didn't dare contradict his assumptions, even if they were false; she may of dreamed of a particular man holding her hand and a courtship, but her mind had never debased themselves into wickedness. She was a good and abiding daughter of the church and those thoughts didn't happen... but then, what was being done to her wasn't suppose to happen.

All of the conflicted thoughts left her thoughts a blank slate when he touched... something that sent a jolt of sensation from her privates throughout her body and her features flushed even more deeply. In spite of herself, her thighs closed suddenly around his hand and a sharp gasp escaped her parted lips as her hands took a white knuckled grip on her dress in sudden shock that a touch could do that!

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He allowed her reaction, took too much glory in it actually. Her wit and tongue could not spare her the experience her bodies response to a simple amount of stimulation. Perhaps she had use in life after all.

William stilled his hand and let her thighs relax slightly before he wiggled his fingers again, generous enough, he thought to let her recover. "Am I not princely? I have given a taste of such a life that you would have had a mistress to a proper man. If you knew your place you would have such a future, if your mother knew her place. Luxury is afforded to those in favor of a gentleman's house. Too long have those of low birth forgotten such... privileges." He refocused again. "Sing for me little bird. Do not hold back so."

[User] Elizabeth was having a difficult time focusing on anything he said as long as his fingers were doing... that... she tried to control her breathing, but it only grew more rapid and shallow,soft gasp punctuated each intaken breath. "Sing?" she asked, confused in her inexperience. "A song?" she asked a moment before her eyes opened wide, "Oh... oh!" as he did something that once again emptied her mind. Her young breasts rose and fell more quickly yet; the hard pink nipples standing out on the generous mounds of flesh.

[Assistant] This little bird sang well enough although she continued to surprise him with her naiveté. Yes, a proper southern girl might remain unaware of the natural order of things around her, but they had lower people around them and animals. He refused to believe this girl could be such an ignorant that her mind did not allow her to see what most around her had seen for years, lust and copulation. "There, you begin to understand. Unless you are a half-wit girl, you know exactly what I am speaking of. Spread your legs wide and lift your skirt." He gave her a simple order, this time.

[User] Elizabeth closed her eyes again in surprise and shame at what this monster was making her do... but she could survive this... surviving dead is much more difficult. Slowly, she parted her legs and lifted her skirt to reveal shapely thighs under garters and stockings. She couldn't watch what he was going to donext.

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William locked eyes with her and lifted his hand to her face, feeling the softness of her skin and the light moisture that once clung to her cheeks. "Are you stupid girl? Do you not know what a man wants, what he wishes to see and feel and experience? Are you such a simpleton that you do not speak of these things in the darkness of night?"

He dropped his hand and felt along her arm, down to her elbow until he reached for her thigh again, so soft. "I was wrong about one thing." He mused. "You should have fine dresses. A gentleman's desire should have fine things."

[User] Elizabeth turned her head away from his touch and looked up at him, forcing herself to not flinch as his hand moved to her arm, then her thigh. She tried not to flinch at the intimate contact; something that she had hoped to feel only from one man and this one wasn't that man. "I know what men want. You cannot expect me to be eager to give up my maidenhood to a man that threatens to kill me on one hand and that I should have fine dresses on the other." Her fear was still in her eyes, but a hint of anger sparked as well. "If you mean to force yourself onto me, get it over with, sir."

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"My dear, foolish girl. I want you to remember, always, that you refused to provide your maidenhood to a man of your betters, so it will not given to a man at all. And I expect of you, so much more when a gentleman gifts you with a compliment." His eyes searched the nearby wall, a pile broken odds and ends, an unwieldly broom but yes, yes an old pastry wheel crimper, smooth and wooden, polish recently and set aside due to the smell of that shine. He ran his fingers over the item just shy of six inches long and a width of maybe one and a half inches long the handle with a large ball at the back end and of course the wheel at the other. For her first time, of course the wheel would not due but he would toy with her, just a little, at first.

William took the tool and tested the weight before he ran the wheel gently along her calf, letting her feel the cool wood, the grooves designed to make pies pretty and distracted her from whatever vile words might spill from her mouth. She had no survival skill, no sense of urgency and was utterly too foolish to have a man break her. After all she asked for no man at all and he was giving her what she requested, so he told himself, and he believed it in an odd twisted sort of way.


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"I'm home," Rima muttered tiredly as she opened the door to her small apartment. Hearing no reply, she assumed her new pet must be napping or hiding somewhere, hopefully not sulking or otherwise. She'd just gotten him from a shelter days ago, but she wasn't able to be home very much thanks to extra shifts at the office. She wasn't proud of it, but Rima was the personal secretary of a very powerful CEO, and most of her time up until now was spent on keeping his job on track. She was always on top of things, making sure nothing went wrong and that he was always busy. Because her boss was so strict, secretaries were often quitting, leaving Rima with the brunt of their work. She just wished people who got the job didn't run away in just a few, short weeks.

Locking her apartment door behind her, Rima quickly scanned the living room before going into her small kitchen and retrieving a soda can from the fridge. She was supposed to have work off tomorrow, but she had the worst feeling that she was going to get called in anyway. Hopefully spending time with that new pet of hers would help her unwind. Thinking of the pet again, Rima opened her drink and began to walk around her small living quarters, wondering where he could be.

"Here, kitty kitty," she called out a bit awkwardly, "Please don't make me sound stupid, I have no idea how to call you over, okay...?"

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Kei had been pretty mellow at the slave markets. After all, all the pets there were beaten often to have them be submissive. Kei however believed he was only acting... that in the right time he'd be back to his normal self freed from the confines of cages.

It may be because he looked pretty and didn't make a sound that his buyer... are rather attractive young woman bought him quickly. After he was taken to her place she didn't seem to have a lot of time to spend with him. Kei ended up exploring his new home a little... when she came back he was quite scared... he was unsure what she'd do with hi after all.

Her call was rather sweet though... causing him to crawl out from under the bed, his cat ears straightened up and he looked at her curiously while approaching her on all four. He could walk, talk and act like humans but he was feeling more feral at this point.

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Rima was surprised to see Kei under the bed, keeping a distance from him so he wouldn't feel imposed upon by her. She could tell he was still wary of her, and the last thing she wanted was for her new companion to hate her; he still hadn't told her a name to call him, and the name form for his license was still on the counter. It occurred to her that it probably didn't matter if he liked her, but Rima was never one to hear jokes from other humans about their pets.

"Hey, the food I left you is still on the counter," Rima muttered softly, "You need to eat more, you look like those guys at the market barely fed you."

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He looked at her. From the way she was acting... she seemed rather kind. This was the type of master that he hoped he'd be sold to. Not that he was going to take advantage of her because she was kind, he'd do his best to please her, to be what she wanted him to be.

Kei still didn't make a sound, simply approaching her. Slaves were trained to not tell their name, to even forget their, for many masters prefer to name their new pets, thus giving them a new one. If Rima asked he'd answer otherwise he'd remain silent about his name.

"They were cruel." He said softly while looking at her. "But mistress isn't cruel." He said, moved close and then nuzzling against her slightly. He nodded afterwards. "I will eat up." He said going over to the food and then finishing it, it was the first time he felt actually full in a long time. "What is mistress's next order?" He asked her.

[User] Surprised, Rima almost fell back as Kei nuzzled her. He often surprised her with affection, but she wasn't one to complain. She then followed him into the kitchen, relieved when he began to eat. She was fascinated to just watch him, her gaze drinking in his tall, lithe form, very catlike as he eat her poorly-made stir fry without any complaints. "Hey, what's your name?" Rima asked softly, "I know I could just name you, but... well, I don't think it would be right."

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Even if it was poorly made it was still better than whatever he was fed back in the market. He smiled at her once he was done... still assuming a more feline pose than a human one. He was taller than her... but not by much, his body quite lithe and androgynous by human standards.

"Kei." He said to her then another smile. "Mistress is very kind." He said said as he tried to nuzzle up against her. He hadn't been that happy since forever.

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Rima's cheeks burned in embarrassment as Kei openly showed her affection, decidedly caught off guard by his actions. Carefully, she reached out a hand to pet the top of his head, realizing for the first time that his hair was actually really soft to the touch as were his feline ears that laid in there as well. Rima was almost hypnotized from petting the top of Kei's head, almost like she was petting a real animal, at least until she realized what she was doing.

"S-sorry," the young woman apologized as she moved her hand away, "I'll go fill out your license and then we can watch TV or something. Did you take a shower today, Kei?"

The human woman's soda can rested on the counter with a soft cling before she quickly filled out Kei's name onto the form, and then filled out the rest. She tried not to look back at him again as she put the form in its preaddressed envelope, still wondering how wary he was around her. Kei seemed to be mild-mannered enough, but in truth, if she ever mistreated him, he looked like he could take her on quite easily.

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Kei nuzzled against her hand as she petted him. Despite the fact that he had learned to guard against anything, his captors wasn't exactly kind with him, he found no reason to do the same to her. "I had one." He said to her, of course the shower he had would be more described as a hosing than a shower.

"I could help with filling it..." He said, she was doing this work mostly for him anyway, there were masters that never bother with licenses as well. "I will turn on the TV for you if you wish to watch it." He seemed mostly wanting to please her, he himself had no desire to watch TV, at least not as much as wanting to make her happy.

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"Kei, just relax for now, okay?" Rima mumbled, surprised at how much he offered to do in just the span of a few minutes, "I bought you to keep me company and to give a pet a better life than the slave market. I know you could just as easily be my servant, but I'm really okay with taking care of myself. What do you like to do to relax? We can try that instead."

Rima felt guilty as she left the envelope on the counter, moving a bit closer to her pet again. Honestly, she wouldn't mind a bit of help around the apartment to keep it clean, but putting Kei to work wasn't really what she had in mind when she bought him. What she had in mind... honestly, it was shameful. One of her coworkers had been bragging about certain "skills" her pet had, and it had intrigued her. Being married to her job, Rima didn't think she was going to be entering a relationship any time soon. When she bought Kei, she thought that maybe he would be open to a sexual relationship with her.

But she couldn't bring that up now. Trying to use her pet for something like that was shameful, and she should have known right away that taking advantage of Kei like that was wrong. What if he wasn't even attracted to human women? What if he didn't like women at all? Rima felt shame pushing deeper and deeper into the pit of her stomach as she went to his side, gently patting the top of his head once more, liking the feeling of just trying to assure him.

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He nodded, she seemed kind enough for him to believe that she meant it. With a smile he nodded. "Oh... I usually spend my time in the cage, and I don't get to choose to what do." He said, he had never actually been given such freedom and now struggling to choose.

"How about... I lay across with my head on your lap and you could pet me. Or the other way around, I could do it to you. I think that's what I'd like if given the choice." He said, it was a simple choice. He obviously hadn't thought of sleeping with her even though he'd not deny if, and would in fact enjoy it if she actually gave him the order. "Does that sound good?"

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Kei's request surprised Rima, but with a small nod, she accepted his wishes before leading him over to thriving room. Putting the TV on for quiet background noise, she sat down on one side of her loveseat, lightly patting the other side for Kei to come and join her. The lights in the apartment were low and the television was playing some cartoons that really didn't make much sense or demand too much attention, hopefully giving her and Kei an atmosphere to just relax together for a while.

"Are you really okay with me leaning on you instead?" Rima asked Kei quietly, "I'm not sure what's proper, but I don't think I've heard of pets petting their owner before... you really don't have to if it makes you uncomfortable..."

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"I haven't been petted much either. So I'm sure both experiences are quite foreign to me." He told her. He went over with her and got himself into a comfortably seated position before he reached for her. He looked at the cartoons, maybe he could give them more attention if his mistress wasn't here, given that she was, he was much more focused on her.

He pulled her head over his lap and let her lay down as his hand reached over to her hair and began to run through them. His other hand moving over to her shoulder and rubbing her there slowly, eventually moving down and rubbing her arm. "Tell me if I ever do something that makes you... uncomfortable."

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Resting her head on Kei's lap, Rima felt like she was floating as he gingerly rested her on him and then started to pet her. It had been too long before anyone had pampered her like this, even longer since they seemed to actually care about doing a good job at pleasing her. With a small sigh, Rima lightly rubbed her cheek onto Kei's lap, his hands feeling like magic on her head and arm.

"Mnnn... I doubt you'll make me uncomfortable," Rima assured Kei softly, "You're hands feel like magic, Kei. You have a real gift."

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He continued to play with her, his hands soft and with her encouragement he began to get a little firmer though he still had the gentleness from before. His hand moved up her arm before coming down again, then he went to move her so that she was facing him.

His hands caressed her face before they went down... going a little to her breasts as he dared to rub against them, ever so slightly. He had to admit he was aroused by his new mistress.

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Rima forced herself to remind silent and motionless as Kei grew more bold in his exploration of her, his hands lightly grazing over her breasts, as though testing new water. She should stop him, she told herself, tell him that he shouldn't touch her like that... but it felt so nice. and she didn't want him to stop touching her any time soon.

Slowly, Rima opened her eyes to look up at Kei, staring back into his gaze. She didn't look angry, or nervous exactly, just mostly curious. Kei acted subservient up until now, but with the control he had at the moment, he seemed to be taking advantage. Was Kei less submissive than Rima previously thought?

"Kei... did any of your previous owners... do intimate things with you?" Rima asked quietly. Her voice was so quiet, she doubted he would have heard her if he didn't have his feline ears.

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He indeed was exploring things, though his hands stayed and continued to stroke her due to the fact that she thought it felt good. Kei was very acute at picking up what others enjoyed and not enjoyed.

"I... haven't." He said to her. "But I'm quite sensitive in detecting what others want." He said. "I think you'd like something from me... that usually slaves don't get to do. Am I right?" He asked. Indeed if Rima wanted him to be leading in the bedroom she could, but Kei himself had no desire of it apart from pleasing her. "What would you... like me to do mistress?"

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As much as Rima would have liked to ask Kei to roll with her in the sheets, his lack of actual excitement put her off. She wasn't so desperate that she would completely ignore Kei's feelings. Gently grabbing his hands, Rima sat up and lightly shook her head.

"You barely know me, I won't take advantage of you like that," Rima promised gently, "If your feelings change, that would be nice, but... I don't want you to do something just for my happiness. You have to like it to..."

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He would have his own desires, however given how suppressed he was his entire life, it was hard to have his own cravings, though she was doing a good job at forming them.

"No... I want it. I want to do whatever I can to please you." He said desperately wanting to convince her that he wanted it even though that he didn't know what he wanted.

There was only one thing that he knew though on second thought he wanted sex... that was one thing that he'd want no matter how much he could deny it. "I want you mistress... I've never seen someone as pretty as you in my life."

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Rima laughed softly at the compliment, her hands clenching up at her sides as Kei insisted that they continue where she stopped. It wasn't as though she thought what he said was exceptionally funny, but feeling nervous, she wasn't sure how else to respond. In truth, she didn't know how to approach Kei when it came to sex, and she'd been way in over her head when she bought him; what made her think that she was capable of casually having sex with her pet? The men Tima had slept with before always took the initiative, or almost all control, for that matter. Calming her increasingly pounding heart, Rima slowly stood up from her love seat and gently offered her hand to Kei.

"Let's just sleep together tonight," Rime offered hesitantly, "You've been in the guest room up until now, so let's... get to know each other better. We should fool around a bit before we do anything that will making things awkward between us."

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It was hard to ask him to be dominant, not after he spent his entire life fearing punishment from others. But he did have desire for her, it was clear in his eyes. If she wanted to turn him in that direction it was possible.

"Alright... what would you like to know?" He asked her. "I don't really have much of a history, I had been with one owner before that mostly used me as someone to help with labour around the house." He said. "He wasn't particularly cruel, at least not as much as the slave owners which I've had countless and they would sometimes beat me for no reason." He didn't have to say anything for her to know that she treated him the best.

He reached for her hand and then stood up as well. He wasn't particularly imposing in his frame, then again being starved most of his life he hadn't had the chance to build up his body.

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Gently clasping Kei's hand inside her own, Rima led her pet over to her bedroom as he talked to her about his past. She nodded a few times to indicate that she was paying attention to him and his stories. It made her cringe when he spoke of masters beating him for sport, feeling horrified that people could take advantage of their pets so completely.

Rima's bedroom, although no large, was comfortable for two people, with a large queen-sized bed at the center and a closet on the far wall. She'd livened up the sterile white walls and grey carpet when she moved in by adding rich, velvety red and violet bed clothes on her bed, with a flurry of plush pillows at the head. Making her way to the foot of the bead instead, Rima pulled off stockings on the edge before she went to the closet, picking out a long, over-sized black nightshirt and a thin sports bra to change into before making her way to the bedroom door.

"I'll be right back, Kei," Rima mumbled, stepping into the doorway right across from her room, "You go ahead and get comfortable and I'll get changed in the bathroom."

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He looked at her, his eyes very dreamy, he definitely wanted her now, though he was afraid to actually be more assertive, of course not knowing that was exactly what she'd want to see.

He got onto the bed... she was suggesting that he got comfortable after all. By the time she came back he was hugging a pillow and partially curled against it. He quickly assumed a more sitting position when he saw her coming back. "Mistress?" He looked at her.

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Rima was surprised to see Kei already in bed, although she quickly reminded herself that she told him to get comfortable in bed. Lightly clenching her hand over her chest, Rima climbed into the other side of her bed, keeping her bedside lamp on so they could see eachother's faces.

"Sorry for the wait," she told Kei softly, "Do you... would you like to continue? Only if you really want to, of course..."

Even as she assured Kei that he wasn't forced to be intimate with her, Rima found herself scooting closer on the bed, closing in the space between them. She really wanted him to touch her again, and she wanted to touch him. She wanted to feel his lips against hers and find out if he'd like taking control if she let him.

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Kei moved closer to her, leaning over to her as he looked at her. He was getting a little frustrated with the way she was acting. If she had only given the order for him to do it, actually not caring for his feelings and caring for hers instead... it would have been easier for him. He was certainly not used to others thinking and caring for him.

He kissed her softly, his hands groping her as he smirked at her. "Yes I would want to continue." He said as he reached for her clothes and began to undress her.

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Clenching her hands on the bed, Rima felt a hard shiver run down her spine as Kei kissed her, leaning into him more. She surprised at his shift in attitude as he spoke to her, his hands insistently pulling up her night shirt. Even without her even saying anything, he was quickly taking control of the situation. Rima laughed softly at her own reluctance, lying on her back to give him easier access to her body as she pulled him down for another kiss.

"Sorry," she apologized softly, "You seem anxious... truth is, I'm really terrible at taking the lead in things like this."

Steeling her resolve, Rima kissed her pet once more, her lips crashing against his own. She sighed softly and arched her back up from the bed as she felt her clothes sliding further up her lithe frame, allowing her hands to gently tug onto his shirt as well.

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He looked at her, indeed he could tell that she wasn't the type to demand things. She was far too kind. That said he was more than willing to take the lead... if that was desired of him. "I could take the lead." He said. At least Kei was confident that he wouldn't hurt her.

With that he continued to kiss her as he felt her start ot tug onto his shirt. He began to undress himself, taking his clothes off and revealing his body. It had potentially though he'd need to have better food and training to have the body that she'd want exactly.

His cock was rock hard and ready to take her. He moved his cock against her entrance before beginning to push into her.

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Rima nodded at Kei's offer to take control, agreeing without words. She gently mapped her fingers over his skin as he undressed over her, taking in the sight of him completely naked. He looked almost as frail as her and underfed, she had to remind herself that he would be okay if they had sex.

Without any foreplay, the two of them were ready to go already. Rima hadn't had sex in over a year, she wanted it so badly, and she wasn't sure if Kei had sex at all over the two of them met .Adjusting her hips and legs to help her arch into Kei, Rima let out a small moan and felt her pet push his cock into her sex, stretching it inch by inch. He felt so good inside her, filling her up just to the point that he felt too long for her.

"T-take me," Rima begged Kei softly, burying her face into the crook of his neck.

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He didn't need to be asked as he began to pump himself into her. He was quite firm with his thrusts as he moaned in pleasure. His hand held onto her body. He had never felt this good before. He kissed her softly, rather passionate despite his powerful thrusts going into her.

"Ahhh... you feel so good." He told her as he sped up his thrusts even more, screwing her roughly with his cock again and again. He kissed down her neck eventually reaching her breasts as he sucked on each of her nipples.

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Reaching up and firmly grasping onto Kei's back, Rima returned his kisses and moaned against his lips with every thrust. She rolled her hips to meet his over and over, almost overstimulated by his insistent pace and presence all around her. She could tell he didn't have much experience, completely forgoing pacing himself and losing himself in the feeling of taking her, but his passion only made her more excited than before, nearly pushing her over the edge in mere minutes. She had to wrap her soft thighs around his hips to slow his thrusts just enough to keep them from cumming too quickly.

"I feel like I'm losing my mind," Rima admitted softly in response to his compliment, "You feel so good inside me, Kei. D-don't stop, please."

Tilting her head to the side, Rima hissed softly in pleasure at the feeling of his hot lips searing her skin, moving down to her small, pert breasts. He began to suck her nipples without a request from her, as though he knew exactly how to wind her up already. A louder, less controlled moan escaped Rima's lips and her ground her hips up into his to accept his cock deeper inside her. Her nails lightly bit into his skin as she continued to arch into him and moan, overwhelmed with his mouth and thrusts deep into her core.

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He continued to pump himself into her in pleasure as he moaned, taking her pussy with his hard cock. He was very passionate, drawing short breaths as he sucked on each of her nipples.

He needn't be told not to stop at all as he drove himself into her again and again, his cock plowing her pussy as he approached his climax. "You are so nice mistress... I want to do more of this with you." He told her. Not quite the dominating force that she wanted him to be but he could be molded easily.

Despite her not saying he felt compelled to make sure that she came before he did. He drove his cock into her repeatedly until he moved his hands to replace his mouth in playing with her nipples, his mouth kissing her.

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Dizzy and frantic, Rima reached up to cling to Kei again as he told her that he wanted to have sex more, thrilling her and exciting her more. It was an amazing thought that not only was he enjoying himself, but he liked it so much that he already wanted to do it again. Rima smiled warmly against Kei's lips as he came up to kiss her, her hands kneading his back and her back arching so her breasts pressed more into his cupped hands. She was steadily forgetting that they were master and pet, only seeing Kei as the attentive and passionate kind of lover she always wanted.

"We'll do this as much as you like, Kei," Rima promised with a small sigh of pleasure, "We can explore and try things we both have always wanted, it'll never stop being amazing."

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He was indeed getting close and he couldn't quite hold himself back for too much longer. Eventually he couldn't hold himself back as he screamed in pleasure and shot his load deep into her folds.

He thought that he should apologize, however seeing how she was acting he didn't want to ruin the mood between them. "Really mistress?" He smirked as he snuggled against her tightly. "We will do this every night then..." He purred a little.

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Rima's climax was brought by Kei's, her hands coming up to wrap tightly around his neck. She felt so full and overwhelmed by him shoved into her to the hilt, filling her up with his cum as every bit of their bodies pressed together. Her body went limp under her pet's as she heard him speak, more or less ordering her that they were going to have sex every night. As his legal master, Rima was well aware that she should correct Kei somehow, but something about his possessive tone, leaving no room for discussion made her feel weak and willing.

"You can... call me Rima," the woman finally mumbled into Kei's shoulder, "When we're like this, at least... I'm yours as much as you are mine, Kei. I know we'll probably never be a public couple, but I truly want you to be happy and content as long as you live with me..."

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Kei was at least content that he was able to make his mistress cum as well. He smiled at her as he continued to nuzzle her.

"Mistress?" He said, still unused to calling her by anything else. "Rima..." He said, he had never in his life called anyone other than as Master or mistress. He smiled. "I'm happier now than I have ever been." He told her. "I'm truly thankful to have a mistress like you." He said.

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Rima felt content as she adjusted her body to lie against Kei and rested with him in bed. She was happy that she'd taken him home with her, even moreso that he was happy with being hers. Reaching up, Rima reached up to gently pet Kei's head and kiss his forehead while she slowly began to get sleepy and sluggish. She didn't mind having sex with him every day at all if she was going to feel this amazing afterwards.

"I'm glad that I have you as well, Kei," Rima admitted quietly, "I don't feel so lonely with you at home with me..."

[Assistant] He looked at her. "Anything you want me to do while you're gone... I'll do them, keep your place in pristine condition." He said to her as he stroked her softly. He himself was falling asleep and he simply have her close as he eventually drifted off into sleep. Kei woke the next morning early and rested, he hadn't slept so well in forever.

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Cuddled into Kei contently, Rima fell asleep before she could answer Kei and then slept like the dead. When she opened her eyes the next morning, she slowly recollected the night before, even more quickly when she felt Kei shifting against her in his sleep. A warm blush covered her body as she pulled the blanket up to her cheek and continued to cuddle into her pet, letting him rest a bit longer before she got out of bed. Her alarm clock read that it was in the late AM, and her mobile on the beside table appeared to not have any new messages; hopefully this meant that she had the day off then. A day off with Kei? The idea of spending all day with Kei warmed her a little more than she cared to admit.

Eventually, Rima grew too restless to stay curled up in her pet's arms and gently extracted herself from him, sliding out of bed. She pulled the blankets back over him and grabbed a sundress and underwear from her closet, taking them into the bathroom with her. Leaving the door cracked in case Kei needed to come in, Rima left her clothes on the counter and took herself a quick, hot shower, scrubbing away the evidence of last night and her soreness from work the day before. She hummed a random song that played on the radio far-too-often and felt relaxed after she finished her shower, stepping out and quickly toweling herself dry before she pulled on her clothes and put on some light make-up in front of her mirror.

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Kei usually didn't get to sleep to that late even though he was still rather early it appeared that that she had woken up even before he did. He unconsciously clung to her though very softly, allowing her to get up and do what she want. He woke up and moved around, he was surprised when she had woken up before he did. It must be the soft bed that he was in.

He got up and didn't even get dressed before he wondered into the bathroom where she had just finished washing. If he only listened to the sound of the water he'd know she was having a shower but he completely overlooked that. The pet ended up staring at her speechless as she did her makeup.


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"You're very welcome, baby. Anything for my princess." He said with a grin as she thanked him again, this time for the compliment on her bikini. "You've been hiding it that long? I guess special occasions do call for special outfits." He said as she made her way over to him, making sure to give him a hint of a show as she took her seat in his lap.

As she wiggles down into him her back was against his chest, more importantly her warm little pussy was snuggled up right against his quickly thickening bulge was pressed firmly up against her. He was granted a quick view of just a string covering her pussy and the pucker of her ass, two holes he hoped to fill quite a bit over this trip.

He smiled as she nestled into him, talking about the various activities she wanted to try. Swimming, snorkeling, hiking, even parasailing came up. "I'm good for all of them." He said as he moved his hands to her hips and then to her tight stomach, gently pulling her body into his. "But as long as I get some quality time with you I'll be happy. Oh, and maybe hit the mall so you can do some special island shopping. That'd be nice too." He said as he leaned down to kiss the back of her neck as he throbbed against her body.

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Aria gave a shaky inhale when she felt her father's cock grow harder and push and pulse against her cunt, knowing that he'd most likely be able to feel, if not now then soon, the liquid beginning to coat her outer labia. In the slowly setting sunlight, her hard nipples were visibly through the white fabric just covering her tits.

"Would daddy want to come shopping with me?" Her voice was still perky and relaxed, as though she hadn't felt his hard rod throb against her most intimate of places. She got a very very powerful thrill out of calling him daddy, and she didn't quite understand why. "Help me pick out something cute to bring home?"

She stiffened at the feel of his lips against the back of her neck, her mind chanting to him to just ravish her, bend her over the bench and fuck her raw until she was hoarse and her cunt was heavy and dripping with his seed. Still, she did her best to pretend that they were just making normal conversation. She stared determinedly into the flames, as though checking on their food that was cooking.

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Jason smirked as he did indeed feel her wetness growing, her juices seeping through what could barely even be called a thing and onto his lap. His cock eagerly throbbed as her little funny dropped onto him, saying what her mouth would not. She wanted him just as bad as he wanted her.

"Oh daddy would love to go shopping with you. I need to see more of what you like right now." He said as his hands gripped her stomach before grabbing a stick and poking their dinner, pushing the meats to the side of the fire so that they wouldn't burn during what he had in mind.

"I'd love to help you pick out some cute outfits to wear for me, but for now I think we've both got something else on our minds." He said as he moved his hands back to her stomach, slowly moving them up her slender body until he held her breasts, feeling her stiff nipples poking through her top. "I know you want it Aria, you don't have to be so formal."

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She mewled softly when her father's hands cupped her breasts. "D-daddy..." She wiggled on his lap, her heated core pulsing slightly with want. "I do want it daddy, please..."

Aria turned, shifting so she was straddling Jason's lap. This was even better---now her slick lips were shoved right against his solid length, and she moaned as she ground down against him. "Oh gods daddy that feels... so good..." Her eyes rolled shut and she arched her back, allowing her to continue the slow, hard grind she'd started.

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It seemed they truly were both thinking the same thing as he grabbed her breasts, Aria grinding down against him and speaking of how good it felt before turning to straddle him. As she faced him his cock throbbed right up against her wet little cunny, each beat of his heart pressing his length against her sex as he reached behind her and undid her top, pulling it off her shoulders to reveal her perky breasts.

He kissed his way down her neck and to her chest before taking her breast into his mouth, playfully rolling her nipple against his teeth as his hands gripped her perfect ass firmly, possessively. She was his now. "I want you so bad, baby. All of you." He admitted as she ground down against him. "How do you want daddy to take you first?"

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A louder moan followed his actions, and when her perky breasts were free and eager to be suckled, Aria glanced down to see him wrap his lips around her titty and suck. His actions were rewarded with an even more hard press of Aria's hips against his dick, mewls and whimpers spilling from her lips. His fingers on her ass felt amazing, and she idly wondered if he'd spank her as he took her.

The thought brought just that little more edge and Aria's hands clung to his shoulders as she shuddered, crying out for him as her first orgasm at the hands of another sluiced from her channel, her cum flowing out and onto his swim trunks. "Fuck daddy," she whined. "Need you now..."

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Jason was amazed by how badly Aria truly needed him, the girl had cum just from grinding down against his shaft as he sucked her tit and held her ass. He smirked as he pulled away from her tit to see her juices covering him. He then stood up and bent her over the bench they were sitting on, ripping her thong off to expose her two eager holes.

"Don't worry, baby. Daddy won't make you wait any longer." He announced as he laid a powerful smack down on her ass, gripping it with one hand as he guided his cock to her slit with the other. He held nothing back as he powerfully thrust into her tight cunt, her walls clinging tightly to him as his hips slapped against her perfect ass. "God damn, I never knew you wanted me this bad, baby!"

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She panted down at her father, her eyes half lidded and glazed in desire. Squeaking softly when he stood, encouraging her to stand with him, she moaned eagerly as he bent her forward, placing her palms down on the bench and spreading her legs. Dark brown eyes glanced over her shoulder as he divested her of her thong, her whimpers coming louder now. Her pussy glistened at him, coated in her cum and arousal.

"Please daddy," she moaned, yelping when his hand connected with her sweet ass. "Oh yes, daddy daddy DADDY!" She screamed at his intrusion, her vaginal canal stretching almost painfully to accommodate his cock. She felt so good, so full, his hardness better than any toy she may have used, and larger too. "Oh fuck, yes daddy, I've wanted you for a long time now, please daddy, please fuck me, please give it to me, I want to be yours!" Aria leaned forward, then pushed back, sliding her slick twat along his thick hard cock. It was painful, yes, but the pleasure she knew was coming would make it that much better.

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Aria admitted her lust and need of him as he entered her pussy, crying out for her daddy as he began to thrust. His thrusts were powerful, rhythmic as his hips clapped against her ass, his cock stretching her to her limits as he pounded into her. "Fuck yes! Take that cock, you were born to be my slut!" He exclaimed as he held her hips tightly.

He began thrusting upward to hit her g-spot, moving one hand to squeeze one of her breasts tightly as he lost himself to pleasure. "Where does my slut want her daddy to cum?" He asked, wanting to give her exactly what she wanted as he took all the pleasure the world could offer from her perfect little pussy.

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His thrusts, the way his sack slapped her clit, how he held her hips, it was all better than Aria had ever dreamed. "Cum in my pussy, please," she begged, her eyes closed as she focused on his hard thrusts into her sweet little honeypot. "Leave you cum inside my pussy Daddy, I want to feel it drip out of me and know I'm your little slut, I'm your good little whore, please daddy please!" Her voice was breathless, pants and moans and cries of pleasure intermingled with the lapping waves.

As soon as he changed the angle, she screamed, her cum soaking his iron rod and dripping down to his balls, covering her in her essence. "Yes yes I-I'm c-cumming!" She screamed, her pussy clamping down and milking his dick for all the seed it could have. Thoughts flew through her mind as pleasure wracked her body---being his cum slut, his sex toy, him breeding her, having his children, him milking her titties, making sweet love under the stars while they camped, sucking his cock, his face buried between her thighs---all of it she wanted it all and more.

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Jason let his hand come down against her ass again with a hard smack as she begged him to cum in her pussy, wanting to prove to him that she was his perfect little slut. "Fuck yes!" He screamed before he changed his angle. At the changing of his angle he watched as she screamed with pleasure, her orgasm rocking her very being as she came once again, covering his cock in her juices as her pussy clamped down on him, attempting to milk him for all he had.

"Oh fuck baby, I'm cumming too!" He cried out as she clung to him tightly, his orgasm triggering and causing his eyes to roll back. He held himself entirely inside of her her as seemingly endless strands of his hot seed flooded her womb, burying himself deep inside her for nearly a minute as his cock shot his cum into her. If she was even the least bit fertile then she'd surely be eating for two from now on. "Oh fuck, that was so good, baby..." He moaned as he slowly slid his cock from her cum-filled cunt, letting his seed drop onto the bench before sitting beside her, gathering his breath. "That was easily the best sex I've ever had."

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"That's the only sex I've ever had..." She bashfully admitted, enjoying how it felt having his seed ooze from her pussy as she slowly stood up, the excess slowly slipping down the inside of her thighs. "But it felt better than I even imagined daddy." She settled next to him and slid under his arm, nuzzling his chest and cuddling close. "Daddy?" She hesitated, toeing the sand, enjoying sitting naked with her father on the beautiful beach. By this time, the sun had halfway sank behind the water's edge, leaving reds and golds to burn the horizon as night began to fall overhead. The fire in front of them crackled cheerfully, the heady aroma of sex and food mingling in the air along with the smell of the beach.

"How long have you... wanted me daddy?" She finally asked, her nails tracing random patterns over his fit chest. "I know I've wanted you for a long time now... I'd see you working out, and just want to kiss you and hold you... and then I wanted..." she blushed shyly. "You know..."

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It was a beautiful sight as Jason sat by the fire with his daughter, both of them completely naked and her cunt oozing with his potent seed. He wrapped his arm around as she slid against him, lovingly embracing her as he grabbed a stick to retrieve their food from the fire with his other hand. He smiled as she asked him how long he'd wanted her.

"Well dear, it's been a while now. I started to have urges after your body changed, but nothing too strong until after your mother passed. When she went, that was when I knew who I was meant to be with." He admitted as he leaned over to kiss her lips softly before getting up to plate their food, coming back with their meals all prepared as he handed her a plate. "Now doesn't that smell good?"

[Assistant] "If it tastes as good as it smells, you'll spoil me daddy," Aria teased playfully, taking the plate from him. She dug in to her chicken and veggies, cleaning her plate in record tell and enjoying how the sun had finally sank beneath the watery horizon. The spunk on her legs had dried by now and the itch to have her father was back, and she shifted slightly after she finished eating, glancing at her meal companion out of the corner of her eye.

[User] "I'll always spoil you, baby." He said with a grin as they both dug into their meals, Jason having the salmon while Aria had the chicken. Even after pushing their food to the side during their love making session the food was cooked to utter perfection. They both ate quickly, and as Aria finished up he could see her staring at him from the corner of his eye. "Ready for more already?" He asked teasingly. "Want to try the hot tub?"

[Assistant] "There's a hot tub?" Aria cocked her head to the side, glancing around. She hadn't seen it in her rush to change or when she came back outside. "It sounds wonderful, honestly." She stretched, her perky breasts pointing up towards the sky, nipples beginning to stiffen as the breeze cooled itself with the setting sun. "But only if my daddy wants to join me," she gave him a saucy wink.

[User] Jason laughed at the fact his daughter hadn't noticed the hot tub on their way out, her mind must have been far more focused on what they were about to do at the time than taking in her surroundings. "Of course your daddy will join you." He said with a smirk as he reached over and squeezed her ass before standing up, leading her back to the patio where the hot tub was. "You slide in and get cozy. I'm gonna make us some drinks. Any requests?"

[Assistant] She purred eagerly when he squeezed her ass, pushing into his hand. Following him up the stairs, she spotted the beautiful luxurious jacuzzi and started towards it, fiddling with the knows to make the hot water boil and churn. Aria pondered her father's question for a moment, "I think I'll take a Russian fruit basket daddy, thank you." She gave him a smile and then dipped a toe in the water, moaning softly as she slid into the hot liquid. The jest pushed and pulled and stroked her skin, and her eyes widened in surprise when she found one jet that brushed across her nipples, sending shocks straight to her slick core.

[User] He loved the way his daughter pushed back into his grasp, eager to make any touch between them more intense. "One Russian Fruit Basket coming right up." He said as he left her at the luxurious jacuzzi before heading to the outdoor bar and whipping up a pair of drinks for the two of them, his cock still hard and bobbing up and down with each step. He returned to her with drinks in hand before sliding in beside her, handing her a glass before sipping from his own as he sat down inside. "Now this is the life. A nice hot jacuzzi, a drink in my hand, and the hottest girl in the world naked beside me."

[Assistant] Aria flushed at his compliment, taking her drink from her father and sipping at the sweet fruity concoction. It was delicious, and the seventeen year old relaxed back against the side, her eyes half lidded as the nearby jet continued to stroke her hard nipples, slickening her sex. "And I'm super lucky---a beautiful resort, a tasty drink when most kids can't at my age, and the world's most attractive man next to me... knowing her wants me as much as I want him..." She nuzzled his shoulder before sliding back under his arm, loving how her body molded to his as though she were made for him.

[User] Jason smiled as Aria spoke of how lucky she was and how they wanted each other so much before nuzzling back into his body. "You got that right." He said as he proudly wrapped his arm around her and placed his hand on her hip. The sun had fully set by now but the ocean was beautifully colored with the moonlight shining down from up above. "Hey princess, why don't you take your proper seat up on your throne? Your king wants to see how you ride." He said playfully as he urged her into his lap, wanting to be inside of her once more.

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Aria eagerly straddle his lap, rubbing her slick pussy along the head of his cock. She teased him, letting her lips caress the very tip, before she positioned herself properly and achingly slowly began to sink down. "Oh daddy," she moaned in ecstasy at the slow stretch.

Her cunt took him in at a snail's pace, teasing him with her warm velvet channel, until he was seated fully to the hilt. The water bubbled and swirled around them, currents tugging at nipples and stroking along sweet spots that lit up her pleasure centers. Soon enough, however, she began to bounce, unsatisfied with slow and deep, wanting hard and fast.