Jon Reskind - The unholy Master

Suddenly, his fingers dug into the softness of her flesh and she whimpered in pain. His hand moved down her side as he edged closer to her, his hot breath against her cheek, and his fingers dug cruelly into the narrowness of her waist, and then over the full rounded curve of her hips into the hardness of her pelvis taunting her, and she clutched at his hand as his fingers gathered in the folds of her skirt until he reached the crease of her hot loins between her legs. Gone was any sign of gentleness. He began to chew savagely at her ear while he rubbed furiously into her crotch, raising a cry of pleasure-pain from her throat… then, he rolled back away from her and laughed.

"Now, that is the way it could be if I so desired it, ma chere," he sneered, unzipping the front of his trousers. "But I believe, for a little while anyway, I'd prefer more gentle and submissive loving, eh?"

Janet did not answer. She had heard him open the front of his trousers and dreaded to think what was going to happen next.

"Enough of this nonsense, my bitch," he said sharply. "It's time for our little performance… now, take out my cock."

An unwanted shudder of sensual delight quivered through Janet at his command, yet she still sought to fight it as the pin-pricks of sensation followed along the path his cruel fingers had taken.

Once again, Leduc reached over to her, well aware of the hopeless battle raging within the tortured girl beneath the kneading fingers. He slid his hand under her skirt and along the soft warm flesh of her inner thigh and she merely moaned, no longer trying to stop him. He squirmed his fingertips beneath the elastic of her panties, then with thumb and forefinger on the fleshy lips of hair lining the outside of her cunt, he spread them slowly apart. Janet lay holding her breath, still attempting to fight with all of her moral strength.

But her philter weakened will power would not sustain her… and her resistance shattered.

She groaned, the exquisite feeling of air rushing over the rising bud of her exposed clitoris. It rippled through her now quivering belly and out into the nipples of her covered, throbbing tits, destroying all feeling of debasement, humiliation, or thought of any other thing but the delicious pleasures building within her. The straining muscles of her thighs relaxed loosely and she rolled toward Leduc with a little moan as her small hand darted forth inside his trousers to find his heavy, thick cock and bring it out into the room with them.

"Uuuuunnnhhh," Leduc grunted as her long fingers encountered the upstanding sticky flesh, sticky with the oozing lubricant dribbling from the tip of its hard, swollen head.

And in spite of her deep revulsion, Janet began to stroke and caress it, manipulating the long foreskin up and down over the corona. Then she slid her hand down the long shaft to its base, and below to stroke his hairy balls reverently, cupping and squeezing them with inherent feeling, then trailing back up to pinch at the beautiful hardened pole of flesh with tiny, nibbling pressures.

Oh… I love it, I love it! It's so big and long and thick! God, I want it inside me! Why doesn't he take me? Oh… do something to me you evil bastard! Fuck me… lick me… something…!

Leduc lay upon his back, not touching her now, luxuriating in the submission that had fully overtaken her. She was kissing his neck, his cheek, his ear and eyes and nose and lips, her hot, wet, little tongue licking at him wildly.

"You may undress me now," he said levelly, and immediately she responded, unbuttoning and pulling at his clothing. "Gently!" he snapped.

"Y-Yes, yes, I'm sorry, my darling," she apologized stammeringly, not knowing or caring what had come over her, her glazed mind filled only with the credo of his magnificent cock.

And when she was done, he said, "Now, your own things. Hurry, take them off."

She did, returning quickly beside him to seize hold of his jerking prick, but Leduc stopped her.

"Get down between my legs," he ordered, watching her heavy full breasts dance and her lush, round buttocks sway as she crawled on all fours to his command, her beautiful long blonde tresses pouring down over her shoulders like a cascading, golden waterfall. "Now… don't touch it with your hands," he said from where he lay on the pillow, his legs wide-spread with her kneeling between them, sitting back on her lovely haunches and waiting for his commands, a wanton expression of carnality playing over her ravishing features. "Just bend forward to kiss and lick it… from the balls all the way to the tip of its head."

She did, and without reluctance, tasting the pungent man tang for the first time in her young life, its distinctive spice instigating wild tremors of delight to course through her, and she felt her breasts tenderly with her own hands, and the firmness of her belly and thighs.

Ohh, I love it! I love it!

She lavished it with her warm, wet tongue, brushing and grazing from its base along its wide under-side to its coronal ridge, sticky and protruding from its thick foreskin, washing, playing and caressing it with every lapping stroke, the crown of her head nearly resting upon his stomach as she managed to split the tiny orifice in the tip of its proud, bloated head with the point of her tongue… then back down to its very base and beyond to the pubic hair-covered sac of his balls, the wiry hairs tickling her tongue as saliva dribbled excitedly along the organ of her mouth and she coated his balls with it in smooth stroking sweeps; then, Leduc raised his legs back against his chest until the sight of his hair encircled, brown anus was exposed to her view and she trailed her saliva-moistened tongue along the cord-like ridge between his wide-spread hair-lined buttocks, circling tauntingly the puckered brown hole, painting his inner ass-cheeks with her saliva, finally stiffening her tongue as its tip endeavored to penetrate the crinkled sphincter of his rectum.

Janet was wild with frenzied new sensations churning in her belly and loins, thrilling, erotic fermentations she had never dreamed could exist. The delicious masculine piquancy of his genitals was driving her almost to the point of orgasm, a phenomenon she would never have believed possible. God! She wanted to suck his sperm into her throat and belly! She had to…! Quickly, she trailed her tongue back over his balls and along the heavy shaft to its throbbing head, and slipped her lips down over it…

Leduc struck her beside the face with his open hand, knocking the member from her mouth and making red, blue and green lights dance before her eyes.

"What did I tell you? Only to lick it, didn't I?" he snarled at her.

Janet, resting back on her haunches once more and breathing heavily, could only stare at him in shocked amazement. She wasn't angry… only surprised and hurt at his treatment.

"I-I'm sorry, darling…"

"And don't call me darling unless I tell you that you may," he ordered sharply. "You will call me Master."

"Y-Yes… Master," she heard herself reply meekly. But it isn't real. It can't be. It's all a dream… a fantastic nightmare.

"You have disobeyed, and you must learn that to disobey me means punishment. Do you understand?"

"Y-yes…"

"Yes, what?"

"Yes… Master."

Leduc smiled. "Good… so, first, you will pray to the almighty cock to forgive you. Clasp your hands together and pray to it."

Janet's heart skipped a beat. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. This vile man expected her to commit idolatry while he lay there and enjoyed her humiliation. Her eyes fastened upon his mighty phallus. Oh God, forgive me… but I want it… I love it… must have it! Slowly, she joined her hands together as if in prayer and bowed her head.

"No! Look at it and beg it for forgiveness aloud," Leduc ordered.