Yria's Absolution

For some of my long-time fans I felt like I left an opening for a sequel. This one involves Charlie and James's daughter that was conceived at the end to their story. Now she is being stalked for a virgin sacrifice.

This is basically an erotic love story and of course all characters are over 21. It will definitely not start out as a love story, but it will get there. The Series contains BDSM, bondage, exhibitionism, and lots of kinky sex. If you don't like these things then this story may not be for you. Please vote often (fives are most welcome) and of course please leave constructive comments.

PS - This is the second part of the Virgin Series and I don't know if there will be another part. Right now I'm thinking no, but maybe all you guys can give me some ideas. If you have fantasies, ideas, etc for new stories please let me know, that includes twists on existing stories and I will see what I can do. Many of my stories have started out that way.

Kyrias Absolution

Chapter 8

With Ken hovering over her everything had changed. She was no longer a kidnapped victim, bound naked in the forest with insects and critters feasting on her vulnerable flesh. Instead, she was her lovers submissive, bound wide open for his use and pleasure. Instead of the terror that filled the last two days, now there is a loving passion, that only makes it known when you give yourself freely to the one you love.

Throughout the horror of the last two days, this was what she had dreamed of. She had desperately fantasized of her lover taking her however he wanted and yet showing her how much he loved her. His passion filled love was heaped on her during her most exposed submission and only then did she achieve her most treasured nirvana at the hands of her lover.

There was one other thing she had dreamt of and that was Ken taking her virginity. She wanted to finally feel him inside her, reaching deep inside her with his cock and finally pulsing inside her as he filled her with his seed. She wanted to finally feel her lover actually make love to her. All the things the cult had heaped upon her body made her ready to really feel love, passion, wild rapture and orgasms galore.

Ken kissed her ear and whispered, "I have had dreams of finding you bound and at my mercy, but I will never abuse you or take advantage of you. It's because I love you, but oh how you tempt me. Just seeing you're the muscles of your incredibly gorgeous figure writhe and dance under your skin is the most erotic thing I have ever seen. I want to touch, tease and coax your passion, until you experience a nirvana that you have never known. But you have to want it too, so until you tell me you want me, like I want you, I will refrain from taking your virginity."

Kyria had a lump in her throat listening to Ken's loving verifications. She knew that he was a good and solid man and was the only man she knew that would not force himself on her. She swallowed hard and whispered, "Ken, my love, I have had the same dreams as you. All through my kidnapping I dreamt of you saving me and then making love to me while I was bound in a seductive pose. Please, take me, tease me, make love to me and leave as your woman. Take my virginity, leave your seed inside me and mark me as your woman. Please Ken, I can't wait any longer. I need you; I need your love and I need you to show me what our love feels like."

Ken had his answer and leaned over to kiss her expectant lips. The kiss was deep, loving and didn't end until they both ran out of air. He nibbled her ear and passionately whispered, "I am going to show you all the love I have for you and when I am finished, no one will ever show you the kind of love and rapture that I will. You will no longer be a virgin but you will be my lover and my woman."

His hands swept over the hills of her perfect breasts and valleys of her tiny, shrunken waist, all while igniting fires wherever they touched her bound figure. His fingers and lips fanned her simmering need into a roaring bonfire of desperate hunger and Ken was feeling her erotic appetite. While his hands were busy coaxing a steamy carnal craving from her squirming body, his mouth wrapped around her throat like a lion taking down prey.

His mouth nibbled her delicately exposed neck sending erotic chills down her spine. Taking her throat left her very vulnerable and exposed him, yet she freely arched her neck into his voracious mouth. It was all very primal and yet one of the most erotic moments of her life. Giving him her most vulnerable throat is a very primitive form of submission, and one she eagerly embraced.

Ken tried to suck as much of her softly delicious throat into his mouth as possible, but the rope around her neck kept getting in the way. By accident, Ken pushed on her legs and felt the rope tighten around her neck and he realized this was meant to be breath play bondage.

Breath play was something that neither he nor Kyria had never experimented with. It was very dangerous and could potentially cause great harm to the breath play victim. Obviously, the big oaf that bound her did not give a damn about Kyria, he only wanted her body and was ready to discard her when he was finished.

Ken pulled back his face and stared for a few seconds at the anticipatory anguish on her face. He had no idea what she had gone through during the past two days, but he had seen her bound tightly nude in the warehouse window and now she was bound naked the boulder. She had been punished enough, now was the time to show her just how much her lover loved her.

Ken slid his middle two fingers through her womanly lips and began to drum his fingers against her G spot. Meanwhile, his thumb stroked her clit until it peeked out from under its hood begging for some attention. His lips left her throat so his mouth could ravish her inflamed nipples. Only when her moans and gasps told him that she was getting close to her desperately needed orgasm did he move his mouth back down to cover her throat.

Nobody could do the things that Ken did to her. He played her body like an instrument in dueling banjos. The muscles in her stomach cramped, throwing her hips into a passion-filled dance. The more her hips churned passionately, the tighter the rope constricted around her neck. The oxygen-rich blood going to her brain was restrained and she began to feel giddy and lightheaded. However, at the same time it was getting harder to breathe and panic began to set in.

However, in the midst of these new feelings, one of the most powerful orgasms of her life ripped through Kyria's bound form. She thrashed within the confines of her bondage and the ropes only seemed to get tighter around her neck. Kyria felt as if she was going to die, but the bliss inside her body made it all worthwhile. Suddenly, Ken's arms looped around her legs pulling them forward and releasing the ropes grip around her neck.

She took deep gasping breaths as his exquisite torturous climax exploded through her body and inside her head. She could breathe again and before she was even aware of that fact, oxygen-rich blood rushed into her brain. The fiery orgasm inside her brain was now fueled by richly needed oxygen and her superheated climax exploded into a supernova. The lights in her head blinded her to anything except the rapture given to her by her lover.

Her stumbling scream of wild passion echoed throughout the trees. Kyria's body thrashed back and forth on the rock, tightening and loosening the rope around her neck and fueling her incendiary climax. She was in a delirium unlike anything she'd ever felt, but she was also frightened with the periods of not being able to breathe. Her lover gave her some security, because she knew he was there protecting her.

She had no idea if these incredible climaxes were the result of the aphrodisiacs, other sensitivity torments the cult had put her through or was it Ken's love being gathered inside her. This was her first time to have a man make love to her and she never wanted it to stop. She didn't think it could get any better, but then she felt Ken's lips nibbling, licking, sucking and feasting on her pussy lips and clit. This orgasm exploded inside her like a nuclear bomb, she couldn't breathe and finally knew why an orgasm means little death.

As he sucked and nibbled on her clit, massive orgasms piled on top of each other like tsunamis sweeping everything else away. She had experienced orgasms before during her lessons with her mother and from the cult, but nothing had even come close to how Ken was making love to her. He was conducting a symphony on her body and mind, sending her into a space and time she never knew existed.

The minute Ken began feasting on her pussy Ken was addicted to the delicious taste of her feminine nectar. He gorged on her pussy and then clit trying to generate more of the nectar he craved. Her orgasms came back-to-back generating the taste he desired, but her wild climaxes showed him something else. He was addicted to her gorgeous body's wild contortions during her climax. Her legs shook, abs knotted, hips thrust back and forth, her breasts heaved wanting some of the attention.

It was the most erotic show he had ever seen and he wanted more. Her screams, moans and whimpers all combined into a symphony of vocal passion, that meshed perfectly with her body's muscular gyrations. Each orgasm was different and unique with the mixture of Olympic class muscular contortions and a masterpiece of blissful vocalizations, yes, he was addicted and had to have more. He continued to give her orgasm after orgasm until they merged together into one continuous climax. He only quit when his cock was desperate for her as well.

She had never felt him move, but suddenly felt his cock sliding into her spasming pussy. She felt his girth stretching her and chills ran through her body. This was exactly wanted she had been waiting for and oh, it felt deliciously carnal. She felt him going deeper and deeper and it took her breath away as he never seemed to stop going deeper inside her. Oh God, it was everything she dreamed of and more.

For Ken, Kyria's pussy was a slippery, satiny vise that squeezed his cock while at the same time coaxing it to slide deeper inside her. He couldn't stop even if he wanted to and he had found another thing about Kyria that he was addicted to, being inside her. He had to stop a couple of times when a climax rippled through her pussy and she constricted his progress of going deeper inside her. He also had to stop because her satiny vise pushed him close to his climax and he was not even close to being finished making love to her.

A whole new round of frenzied contortions wracked her fevered body as she felt his cock slide deeper inside her. It felt as if he was in her stomach and she had never imagined feeling him this deep, but the euphoria of having him inside her drowned out any fear. With all the orgasms that pummeled her she never felt the anticipated pain of taking her virginity, it was just a glorious feeling of being filled completely with his cock. As deep as he went inside her, she still wanted more, deeper, harder, oh God more!

As he thrust inside, her legs came forward and loosened the ropes around her raw throat allowing her to scream her orgasmic fever, "OHGODOHGODOHGOD ... FUCK ... ME ... FUCK ... ME ... OH GOD ... SO DEEP ... NEVER ... STOP ... FUCKING ... ME!"

Ken shuffled over the rock, bouncing Kyria up and down on his cock with each thrust. Each bounce created more fireworks behind her eyes as he filled and stretched her like never before. It was excruciatingly rapturous, as his unforgiving and relentless cock filled her to overflowing. Kyria felt his cock slam deep against her cervix and crush her clit between their joined bodies with each thrust.

From the very first thrust, she felt her orgasms consume her. She didn't know how it was possible, but his cock seemed to be everywhere inside her. Her clit, G spot, and cervix were all being caressed simultaneously by his massive intruder. Each bounce off of the rock set off another round of excruciatingly pleasurable explosions inside her. With her legs flailing back and forth she was still having moments of breathlessness that fueled the bliss coursing through her.

It seemed to her that he was bigger and deeper inside her than she'd ever imagined, but she was helpless to resist him. It was agonizing pleasure bordering on ecstasy and was everything she'd ever dreamed of. Her heart was exploding with the love she felt, while her mind was showered in sparks from their life-affirming coupling. The pleasure was so overwhelming that tears ran down her face and she wanted to spend the rest of her life at this moment.

Tsunami after tsunami of ecstasy washed over her as the orgasms piled on top of each other. She could barely catch her breath, and her heart was beating so fast she was afraid it might explode. Her big man was sending her into orbit with each lunge and she couldn't imagine anything more perfect. It was love affirming and exactly where she wanted to be. He took her the way she wanted: the way he wanted.

She was free, yet he owned her body and soul. He owned all the orgasms slashing through her. Ken loved, adored and protected her, guiding her and making her his queen. He filled her mind with wonder, passion and awe while the bliss exploded in her body. He was wild as he thrust into the willing sweetness of her body. Kyria eagerly gave him her all, as her gift to the man she loved.

He pushed her hard against the rock, continuing to fill her with more orgasms than she could count. Each climax was more searing and fulfilling than the last, creating a sky full of beautiful unrelenting fireworks. With the rock supporting her, one of Ken's hands slid through her silky hair and grabbed a fistful of it. His fist jerked her head backwards exposing her delicious neck momentarily tightening the rope. The jolt of pain and pleasure rippled down her back as his lips and teeth claimed her neck.

Her veins throbbed beneath his voracious lips in this very primal act of domination. The sacrifice of her neck had always been a very primitive and symbolic sign of submission. Kyria's exposed neck told Ken that she trusted and believed in him. The erotic chills of having him feast on her neck only enhanced the rapture she felt as he filled her with his cock.

Ken was gorging himself on Kyria as she offered her body in loving sacrifice. Thunder rumbled and lightning flashed through her until she was all heat and light. Kyria felt the whole world shake all around her, as if the earthquake inside her skin made it out into the real world. He claimed her sacrifice as his, but gave her his dedication, love and devotion in return. He growled into her neck, "You're mine, you belong to me and you always will!"

Kyria finally understood the difference between fucking and making love. Her heart and mind were filled with a bone-deep sense of love and belonging. Every moment they made love, she felt him deeper inside her heart. She freely gave him whatever he wanted, because she belonged to him, but she also knew he belonged to her. That's what she felt deep inside. This was the joining of two hearts, two minds and two bodies. One couldn't exist without the other.

Powerful waves of ecstasy lifted her and swept her effortlessly along passion's sea. She was lifted and carried from crest to glorious wave crest. Only when the ecstasy overwhelmed him and he filled her with his seed, did he tenderly deposit her back on the shore. They clung together as Kyria's body throbbed in heavenly rapture, and Ken's cock continued to pulse inside her. Waves of love, passion, rapture and euphoria tied them together tighter than any rope.

They had survived Johan's plot with their love growing, consuming them and binding them in ways they would never have imagined. It wasn't the ropes, other toys or even the kinky sex; it was a connection neither had felt with anyone else. He had marked Kyria's heart and mind, and she will always wear the badges of his love. She hid inside his arms afraid to let the world intrude and as she felt his arms tighten around her, she knew he felt the same.

Ken had thought that this beauty queen would never open herself up and realize her potential. She had proved him extremely wrong and had given herself to him with the kind of love and passion he had only dreamed of. Once she made up her mind, she was all wind and lightening and he had gotten too close to hurricane Kyria. She had swept his heart away, and while he was teaching her, she had given him the greatest gift a man could have ... her heart and submission.

Her smile intoxicated him, while her soft loving eyes tore open his damaged heart. Whatever happened next, he belonged to her and she belonged to him. She had stolen his heart with her soulful longing gazes and with her love and passion. He softly and lovingly kissed her just before he growled, "Don't you ever put yourself in danger like that again! You belong to me now, and I don't want anything to ever endanger my woman!"

Kyria looked at him softly and she knew her distraction had ignited the fear of losing her. She could see the pain of loss in his eyes and the heartache in his voice. Everything about him was telling her that he loved her desperately. She kissed him gently on the lips and with a lopsided grin and said, "Yes lover."

Kyria's smile got bigger as she snuggled deeper into his chest. She kissed the side of his neck and whispered seductively, "My Lover is always right and I look forward to being the object of his punishment again and again."

Ken crawled off of Kyria and began undoing all of the ropes that bound her to the rock. Only when he had most of the ropes off did he see the damage that Johan and the gang had done to the love of his life. She had cuts, bruises and rope burns all over her body and as he picked her up off the rock, he made a solemn vow to pamper her for the next few days. He laid her gently in the grass as he gathered all of his belongings together and slung the backpack over his shoulder before he picked her up again in his arms.

Kyria wrapped her arms around his neck and snuggled her face into his shoulder as her long-held deluge of tears were suddenly released. The abuse, fear and horror the last few days came out of her eyes in torrents of tears and sobs wracked her body. Ken held her tight as he walked through the forest heading back to Johan's house.

As they reached the house Ken saw the back door open and a headless body lying just inside the door. A chill went down his back and he knew something was amiss. He turned to look at Kyria, set her in a secluded spot and said, "Something is wrong, wait for me and I'll be back in a minute."

Ken walked to the door and stuck his head inside to take a peek, then everything went black.