Chains of Fire

The darkness was closing in quickly around me as I stood naked bound to the wooden saltire cross. What is this a game? I'm so cold. My thoughts were quickly cut off by the sound of a cough coming from my right. The only window in that cold dungeon faced the west and I could see by the last of the light a dark shadow approaching.

My nipples stood erect from the chill, my breasts bound tightly squeezed by the ropes. I let out a quiet whimper shivering from the cold. A dark low chuckle made me whimper again this time in fear. I knew the feel of the whip and the bite from the sting of the canes. His dark shadow was now cast on me and I quivered as his rough hands slid a blindfold over my eyes cutting out the last of the light from the dying day.

"Shhhh my pet. Are you cold?" his deep voice was soft and comforting but the undertone was stern. He demanded respect with every fiber of his being.

"Yes Master." My words were soft showing the respect he demanded.

"You know why you are down here now don't you?" His voice grew cold and I shivered at the memory of my disobedience.

"Hey Jack this is an amazing party love the entertainment." The tall rough man spoke to my master casually. I knew him well he often came for my master's parties. He was just here for the sex. He loved to humiliate the slaves especially the new girls. "Got any good ones for me tonight?"

"Yes actually there's a new girl she just got broken in, interested?" The man shook his head and the looked at me the dark look flashing in his eyes.

"I hear this one here is still an anal virgin." His sinister smile sent chills running down my spine and I inched closer to my master unconsciously. Jack put his hand on my shoulder and looked at me with the look only I knew. I lowered my head and relaxed my posture.

"No. She is mine tonight. Try Michael's slaves they always are ready for a good anal fucking." I could see my master's growing erection despite the looseness of his jeans. I couldn't help but admire his figure again. His dark Spaniard look was sensual but the emerald green of his eyes was striking, making my body quiver in need. Jack looked at me again and then spoke. "Go to the red room I'll be there soon."

I obeyed without hesitation walking quickly through the halls of the mansion heading towards the one room I was never allowed to enter. The largest room at the end of the hall was renowned by us slaves and pets, those who entered never returned. I couldn't help but shiver in fear as I approached the door. My hand seemed frozen as I grabbed the handle opening it slowly. The room was painted blood red with a single black leather covered futon in the middle, and a set of drawers at one corner. I stood at the entrance unsure of where to go, when his voice sounded from behind me.

"Do not turn, just walk in and sit facing that wall do not look at me." I obeyed keeping my eyes trained on the wall he gestured to and sat on the cold leather trembling slightly in anticipation.

His rough hands slid a blindfold over my eyes, trailing them down my body over the thin material of my dress I had worn by his request. My breath gave away the feelings as I stopped breathing altogether for a few seconds as his fingers swept over me. The rich green of my dress contrasted with my auburn hair which he gently swept to the side as his deft fingers undid the backing of it letting it slip off my shoulders. The uncharacteristic gentleness of his movements surprised me. I could hear him moving to the drawers and opening it. I counted every step he took trying to avoid being taken by surprise.

"Hands and knees." He spoke from next to me making me jump in surprise. How could he? "DO IT!" He commanded almost yelling. I moved instantly to my hands and knees the dress hitched around my waist leaving my chest and ass bare. I could feel his lips on my ass kissing it and again my breathing grew shallow as I tried to anticipate his movements. As his lips neared my ass again I could feel his tongue begin moving. I couldn't help but whimper as the feelings of pleasure took over. He glossed over my ass quickly but buried his tongue deep in my shaved pussy working it in and out as one finger began circling my clit. The sensations were too intense and my body began shaking unable to hold back my cries anymore.

"Please master, allow me to cum." I begged him my body pressing against his fingers and his face. He shook his head in my pussy making the feelings stronger but an obvious no to my question. I whimpered again in frustration this time trying to concentrate on anything but the careful methodical building of the orgasm he wouldn't allow me to have. He suddenly stopped taking his face away from me and his fingers off of my clit. I couldn't help but allow a sound of displeasure escape my lips and he immediately reprimanded me.

"What? Who are you to decide what I do?" his voice was piercing and threatening. I quivered back wishing I could undo what I had done. "You need something to do? Here suck on this."

His had erect cock pressed against my lips and I opened them greedily. I loved sucking my masters cock. I lived for that pleasure. My head bobbed up and down on it unable to get much more than half of it in my mouth due to the width of it. My tongue brushed his cockhead and he groaned in appreciation. I smiled a little I loved bringing pleasure to my master. I did it again. He grabbed my head and forced his cock down my mouth stretching it wide making me gag. He started fucking my mouth deep in my throat making me feel like I was about to vomit. He pulled out suddenly allowing me to breathe in a breath of air quickly before ramming his hard cock into my mouth again. His grunts of pleasure told me how much he liked it but the feeling of gagging I hated. I started to cry not in pain but in frustration. He pulled his cock out of my mouth without saying anything. I stayed there on my hands and knees gasping for air.

His hands grabbed my hips and slammed his hard cock deep into my pussy making me cry out in pain. He kept quiet just fucking me hard. The rhythm built in speed and the pain began to turn from pain to pleasure and my body responded to him pressing back in time with his thrusts. I could feel the orgasm again beginning to build and my moans grew louder. He could tell too and stopped his thrusting right on the edger of my orgasm again.

"No please!" I begged him again my eyesight still stolen by my blindfold.

"You do not have permission to speak!" His voice was angry and hard.

"Please master I need to cum."

"You will not cum until I have fucked your ass."

The words sent a chill up my spine and my legs closed involuntarily. My tears started again. And he laughed a hard laugh. "You embarrassed me by showing weakness in front of Max today. You will learn your lesson. You are a whore to me now."

He plunged a finger into my wet pussy and moved it around for a few seconds eliciting a quiet moan from me. I could tell he was smiling even though I could not see him. His finger touched my asshole pressing against it gently. I whimpered protesting quietly as much as I dared. I could feel it splitting me open tearing my virginity away. My cry became audible. My breath stopping as he pushed his finger all the way in. "NO PLEASE!" I screamed. His hand slapped my face sharply.

"Listen to me cunt. You will not raise your voice ever." He withdrew his finger and I could feel his cock at my anal entrance pushing in forcefully. I screamed as his thick cock tore at my sphincter the blood appearing. He began fucking me hard the juice from my soaking pussy acting as a lubricant for his giant meat. My mind retreated from the pain and I could feel my body about to pass out. His hard thrusts no longer mattered and his hands grasping my tits squeezing them and caressing my nipples did nothing to mask the pain. I gasped out breathing raggedly.

The last thing I heard was his voice menacingly whispering in my ear. "You will learn to love it."