You can find Part one here The Party, I wrote it quite a long time ago, then published it just recently on-line.. So here is Part Two, I hope you all enjoy it.The door was a huge, wooden beast. It had rusted hinges on it, and an old lock and key. I thought that the door would be hard to open, but it smoothly opened into a dungeon. The room was lit with wooden torches. The room was made of stone, it was warm in spite of that. On the walls there were weapons of all sorts. Swords, knifes, a bow and arrow. There were floggers, bull whips, canes, and more. The way it was designed, it was a masterpiece in of itself. He pushed me into the room roughly, I heard the door thud close. I was scared now. No one knew where I was in this huge castle. With a dungeon like this, what was he going to do to me? In the next room, he took off his dress coat, and hung it on the wall. He un-buttoned his cuffs and rolled up his sleeves. I looked around the dimly lit room, it was very exotic to me. I had never seen in a dungeon before, let alone a been in one.
"Undress" he said...
I slowly started taking off my dress, when he saw what I had to wear underneath I heard his breath hitch. (All I have on underneath is my black leather corset that ties very tight in the back to give my roundness a little more shape and firmness, sheer black silk pantyhose; crotchless of course, Mistress’ black choker and four inch high heels.) ."Stop," he said. "That is perfect, stop at just the dress. The rest will do wonderfully..."
He an evil lusty look in his eyes, he had me on the edge. I didn't know him as well as I thought I did.
I hung up the dress in an armoire that was in the corner of the room. As I turned around to face him again, I felt myself being thrown like a rag doll against the wall. He had his hand around my throat, my eyes watered. I couldn't breathe. He let me know with just that movement he was in charge. I could feel my cunt become instantly wet. I knew I was at his mercy. He let go of my throat, and I took a long deep breathe. He still had me against the wall, eying me. His hands started tracing the outline of my body. My round curves made firmer, by the leather corset I had on. The sensation of his hand on skin, leather then silk nylons, to my shaved juicy cunt had my knees shaking. I was so scare that my knees would buckle. He traced my labia, and inner thighs with my own nectar. He then placed those same fingers in my mouth. I was panting, like a bitch in heat. He knew he had me.
He grabbed the back of my head and drug me into the next room. There was a suspension bar with wrist shackles hanging from the ceiling. He bound my arms over my head and made the chain taut. He smiled to himself. I started to get even more fearful, now I was truly at a point of no return. My owners love me. They wouldn't do anything to harm me. I thought to myself, and made myself breath slow even breathes. I calmly looked at my captor. He didn't like that the fear was gone from my face.
I didn't see it coming, he back-handed me. Which brought tears to my eyes, this seemed to cheer him up a bit. The tears slid down my cheeks, as he started to pull the chain up, my arms were being pulled tighter above my head, he kept pulling that chain til I stood on tiptoe and was moaning with the pain of all my weight being forced like that.
His eyes shone, and his smile was full of life, more than that sweet one that I almost fell in love with earlier. He grabbed the back of my head and forced his kiss on me. At that angle, in the pain I was in with my toes, and him gripping my hair such, I gasped for air, at just the wrong moment and his tongue invaded my mouth. Capturing mine. Unwilling, without my bidding my mouth responded. My body betrayed me. My wanton slut body, wanted this man to use me. I may not like the pain, but I wanted him to take me forcefully.
I needed him to use me. To fill my body as no man was allowed to do. But to do so, I had to feel the pain, the pleasure. The duality of life in all that encompasses it. I submitted to him. Encouraged his kiss, deeper we sank to feel the peaks grow higher. I could feel him pull on the chains to ensure that I was bound securely and wouldn't escape him.
He broke from my lips to look in my eyes, he saw my submission, my craving. The fire in his eyes grew, his pupils dilated, his fingers grazed my cheek. He inhaled my scent deeply, and let go of me. Walked away from me, behind me. I could only hear footfalls on the dungeon floor, maybe 10 paces, then they stopped. Then they grew louder again, and stopped directly behind me.
He laid something down on a hard surface. He must have take some weapons off the walls, and put them on a table or pedestal of some kind, that I didn't see. I heard him come up behind me. His hand sliding slowly up my ribcage. Over the side of my breast, up the length of my left arm. Then I felt it; the cold hardness of steel. I gasped.
Knives were a limit of mine. Didn't he know! I started to struggle. "No, What are you doing?" I cried.
He didn't care, or acted as if not hearing me. The knife slid down my arm like a snake slithering. Tickling, tantalizing, making my skin stand up where ever it touched. He got to the back of my shoulder, I could feel the tip of the knife sliding across my back. I was whimpering, but my cunt was soaking wet. The utter lack of control, had turned me on. I was scared yes, yet I wanted this man, needed him.
RRRIIIIPPPPPPPPP!!!! The blade of the knife ripped jaggedly through the ties of my black leather corset. I cried out. My breast poured forth, and my belly was freed, from its confinement. The corset laid at my feet like a wounded soldier. The blade was slowly traveling towards the front of my body, I could hear him walking around me. He stood in front of me, the blade traveling between my pendulous breasts, then across them. I was afraid he was going to knick the nipple, I was started to hold my breath.
"Breathe, whore!! I will not cut off any body parts. I am to return you in one piece." He growled.
Momentarily relieved I exhaled and breathed.
He leaned in kissing my neck the knife sliding down towards my wet cunt. My breathing hitched, scared again, but bordering on the brink of some strange new sensation, I was so overwhelmed with desire. He kept kissing and nipping at my neck in all the right spots, I was so wanton for more. His hand with the knife slid beneath the stockings and started to cut the shear fabric from my body. The cold steel of the blade made its way to the hole of the crotchless area, and was press against my thick lips, that continued to become soaked. Suddenly he bit me, Hard. I cried out in pain, the knife grazing up between my lips and rubbing my clit. My scream choked off to a stammering "AHHHHHHHHH" of painful pleasure...
He brought the knife up to my lips, looking at me. Watching me we both licked a side of the knife tasting my juices. I needed him, he saw my fire, yet he just walk around me again. I heard the knife being placed on the table.
My arms were starting to ache being stretched as they were, so high above me. The cuffs digging into my wrists. I was wriggling just so, that I never heard him approach me. The tattered stocking were now at my ankles. I felt the caress of a new type of material across my naked buttocks. It skimmed my thick thighs, my skin tingled with the sensations. Then it hit me, it stung, and I cried out. Tears came down my face. I couldn't help myself. Again the flogger came across my butt, hard and swift. I could feel the skin turning hot, which meant it was also becoming red. I felt his hand rub, softly over the skin after a few smacks. I jumped, my skin hurt, it was hot, yet his hand soothed me too. My tears had stopped, but still dripped down my cheeks.
He stepped around me. Wiped my tears with one thumb, and licked my other cheek clean of tears. I slowly looked up at him. I felt worn out, and beaten. Yet with that one gesture my chest fluttered, and my breathe caught. He released my arms, my legs couldn't quite stand on their own. He wrapped an arm around me and pulled me to him. He kissed me softly.
"You did well lil one. I am pleased with you." He said softly to me, against my ear. He laid me down on some sort of make shift floor cot there in the dungeon. Kissed and suckled each nipple til they were hard and aching. I couldn't help but move, my butt hurt with the movement, but my desire grew with his touches. My pleasure over rode the pain. Unconsciously, my knees spread to allow him access to me. He chuckled deep in his throat, "What do you want my lil slut?"
I gasped for air, I wasn't sure how to respond. I knew I had to, otherwise he would leave me, as punishment. "Sir, I want you. I need to have you inside me. Please if that is your pleasure as well."
He stiffened, and growled. Surprised that I had answered him, yet his cock throbbed against my leg. Needing release. His fingers felt me, and found that my core was wet, and ready for him. He looked at me with fire in his eyes. His cock sheathed itself in my wet cunt. Buried to the base, in one smooth stroke. I screamed out in pleasure and pain. He was larger than I had had in a long time. But he also felt so wonderful as my body adjusted to his width, and length. He stayed completely still. Watching me regain myself. I looked at him and started to move, he smiled. He began to move with me, stroking me from the inside, I thought I would explode. The energy was building he kissed me, and his rhythm never faltered. Long deep strokes, I couldn't last much longer, I wrapped my legs around him, and pushed myself into him. I felt a light in me explode, like a star in the night sky. I screamed his name, my nails biting into his arms, holding onto him as his rhythm picked up speed. Our breathing grew faster, he was stroking me up to another orgasm, "Sir, please cum with me" I gasped. Looking into his eyes, I couldn't tell if he heard me. I heard him growl, as my orgasm hit me, he stiffened, and I felt his release. His cock throbbing with me. A second in time where everything seemed to stand still, sight, sound and smell. It all came rushing back at me a second later, and I gasped for air. He held me tight and rolled me over him, squeezing me. He just stroked my hair and my back, slightly lingering on my sore beaten butt. And we dozed off for a nap, before he returned me to my owners.
Ciao Bella,
BSG
