Twilight

Damien laughed, he finally found the missing piece to his life. He found the piece that would make everything change, for her.

He followed the young woman until they rounded a corner. She was a beautiful little thing. Shoulder length, mousy brown hair, wistfully playing around her face. She looked merely five feet tall, if that and her green eyes shown like emeralds shimmering in the moonlight. This was the girl he wanted. And he was going to have her.

He curved into an alcove of the parking lot. She was headed for a small red Honda Civic. She bent to unlock the door, her jeans riding just lower than they should, showing off a mischievous little thong. Damien walked closer and wrapped his arms around her, placing the rag over her mouth until she went limp in his arms. His masculine body overpowered hers by a long shot. Hell, he wasn't a body builder, but working on cars.. and building some other interesting equipment, kept his twenty five year old body in shape.

Damien let the young woman's body fall into his embrace before lifting her and moving with a steady clip to his black Chevy Pick Up a few feet away. Stars, she was tiny. She must be barely 20; maybe eighteen years old at least. He opened the passenger door and placed her inside the warmed cab, closing and engaging the child protecting lock. He moved over to the driver's side and quickly sped out into the busy intersection, thanking his quit wit and cleverness that he would never be caught.

An hour later the girl woke, stretching like a newborn kitten and looking around, suddenly becoming frantic.

"What's going on?" She started struggling before realizing that she was the only occupant in the vehicle. "Where the HELL am I?!"

She tried to get before noticing her hands and legs were bound tightly with thick rope. She felt like she'd been drugged, and started to sob. The tinted windows did nothing to hide what was going on around her. She saw trees, lots of them. Also the roof of a cottage home. She craned her neck trying to see more.

The door opened with a sudden tug, making her body shudder. She felt hands wrap around her waist and pull her out. Screaming, she tried her very hardest to remove the grasp on her hips.

"Hush, kitten,. No one can hear you. It's ok; you're going to be fine. Calm down or Master's going to have to gag those pretty little lips of yours." Damien emphasized his warning while he held the hysterical woman against the tall length of his body, and slid a finger down her tear drenched cheek, tracing her lips.

In merely a whisper, she glared and spoke. "You psycho freak. Let me go. I'm not you're kitten and I don't know what the fuck you mean by master you dirty ba.." Her words were broken off by a sharp crack across the mouth. She tasted blood, and felt the warm tears filling her eyes again.

"You will not speak with such a naughty mouth young lady. If you persist to remain naughty, I will punish you worse. The best bet for you now is to remain silent." She looked at him with saddened eyes and her head fell against his chest. She thought about how comfortable she felt there, how perfectly she fit, before shooing the feelings away with the reality of the current events.

Damien picked her up and brought her into the kitchen of his well-hidden country home. He sat her ass right on the kitchen table and waited till her sobs quieted before speaking to her calmly.

"You will not leave here. You will die if your out there alone. My neighbors are far and few in between. But there are many hunters. I own you know, you are my property and I will mark your ass to prove it. If you run and anyone finds you, they will know you belong to me and return your sorry ass to a real harsh punishment. I do not wish your pain, Child, merely your obedience. You will remain my Kitten until your time of death. Kid, this means you're mine till we die together. Now," he walked over to her and smiled sweetly, "What's my kittens name?"

She shivered and felt his breathe on her skin. His voice was like silken lava, warm and soft. His skin was lightly tanned, like he worked outside a lot, and his black scruffy hair and goatee fit him perfectly. Hazel eyes looked down on her.

"Tell me now, baby, I know you don't want the consequences." She watched him walk over to the counter to pick up a heavy wooden spoon and walk back to her with it. She considered, and remained quiet. Damien sighed and put his leg on the chair next to them and whisked her over his knee. He held her down with ease and quickly yanked the jeans to her knees, avoiding the removal of her panties. It was a g-string after all.

With one hard spank with the wooden spoon and she twisted and screamed. The girl tried to hide her exposed cheeks from Damien, only to get fifteen more swats then 10 more from his large hand.

Whimpering and crying silently over his knee she broke down. "My name is Chloe. I'm nineteen." She said while staring at the white tile floor.

Damien stood her up, fixing her hooded sweatshirt and t-shirt. He ran his fingers through her soft, straight hair. She was surprised that her little good deed gave her the reward of her leg restraints removed. She only wished Damien would pull up her pants.

With her arms still bound before her, she tried to back up. Running was out of the question when the mountain sized Greek God in front of her was blocking her way. Se settled with pulling at loose threads on her black hoodie and avoiding eye contact.

Chloe shifted when Damien bent down to kiss her thread a finger in the elastic of her panties and pull them down just enough for him to see bare skin. Damien laid a gentle kiss on the skin exposed to his hungry gaze and pulled he elastic back into place. He continued by sliding the jeans up her pale legs and over her luscious tush. For fun he smacked her rear end to watch her squirm. Chloe's bottom was still sore.

"Good girls get rewards, Chloe. Please try to be a one so I won't have to punish you. Are you hungry kitten? Do you need to use the bathroom?"

Chloe needed to pee now or her bladder would burst and cause one hell of a mess in her slim tummy. Then she thought about how she was going to urinate with her hands tied.

"It's been almost six hours since I collected you, baby girl, you must have to". Damien pressed a large hand over her belly, smirking down at Chloe.

"NO! Please, please just untie my hands." Damien smiled. "That's not possible just yet, Kitten. Now, you will let Master take you to the toilet, or you will pee all over yourself. Choose." While holding her straight, Damien continued applying pressure and watching her moan and cry.

Chloe, so stubborn, still refused. Finally after he pressed hard, she released all over her panties and jeans, staining with a dark wet spot.

"Such a naughty, Naughty girl." He crooned, placing the crying mess on the floor. "You're all dirty. You're face is stained with make-up, your pants are pissed on. Master will not stand for this little girl. It's not happening." He grabbed Chloe by the arm, yanking her up, and dragging her to the bathroom, locking the door behind him.

He started removing the last restraints and dropped her on the floor. "You will not mess my house, little girl, stand up NOW!" Damien was angry and forced her to stand again. She wrapped her hoodie-clad arms over her tummy and hunched slightly before crying out. Damien tilted her head, cupping her pretty face in his rough hands and smiled at her.

"I'm sorry I scared you kitten. I do care for you and that involved your physical welfare. Please remove your sweatshirt or master will, and if I have to I will make sure your bottom is burning by the end of the night."

Chloe took off her sweatshirt and backed away to the farthest wall of the tiny bathroom. Damien followed suit and was on her instantly.

"T-Shirt, OFF", Chloe gave up complying and made a break for the door. Catching her from behind, Damien wrapped one arm around her and pulled her close.

"BAD GIRL, KITTEN" He whispered harshly into her ear before flipping out a pocketknife. He ripped the hem of the shirt completely off, leaving her bra-clad breasts exposed. She was turned and Damien wrapped both wrists in one hand while working on the button of her soiled blue hip-huggers. Chloe struggled and screamed, whimpering all the way and cursing her libido for enjoying it all. What was wrong with her. Her panties must be dripping thanks to her little puss.

Damien yanked her pants all the way off and pulled her gorgeous, pale legs out before pushing her nose first into the corner.

"You will remain in the spot until Master returns. You will not say a word or leave, it will only make it worse for yourself."

Damien left the scared girl, walking to the bedroom to collect a helpful object. He returned to his Kitten right where he left her: Arms above her head, legs spread shoulder width, nose in the corner, and crying. What a beautiful mess. He walked over to her; gently taking both hands in his and wrapped something around each wrist. Padded Leather Restraints. Chloe remained still and silent while she felt the kiss of metal against her back. He was still behind her, and then cut off her c-cup bra. He lightly drew the tip along spine, watching the shiver rise up in her, enjoying the goose bumps arising over her sensitive skin until he arrived at the tip of her ass crack. With one motion her wet thong moved to the floor, and her pussy dripping her own juices, aroused.

"Such a bad kitty you are, aren't you Chloe. I'll take joy in that. I turn you on. You know you're the one for me as I am you. Give in to me Chloe." He turned her around, enjoying the view of her perky young tits and her clean shaved pussy.

"Don't Move, girl." He went and turned on the faucet of the bath, checking it every once in a while to make sure it wasn't hot. He turned just in time to see the girl unlocking the door and running out.

Damien chased Chloe into the front hall where she was working on the front door. She was grabbed from behind and dragged back to the bathroom, kicking and screaming all the way.

"Turn around and bend over the sink". Chloe complied instantly, jutting out her tight curved ass. She cried out.

"I'll behave please, I swear!" All she heard was an instant of whoosh whoosh, before feeling the crack of something hard and wide against her ass. A belt. He was spanking her with a belt, like a child. What has become of her? The leather licked her backside once, twice, three, four times. By then she was whimpering and tears stained her face.

After 60 stokes, the wailing girl dropped to a heap on the floor, Damien panting above her. "Please, I'll be good, I promise, don't spank me anymore!! I promise I'll be a good girl, I'll be a good . . . Kitten." Chloe didn't realize the damage that he could make on her until now. This was it, her life belonged to him. She didn't know anyone well enough to care if she went missing. He won't get caught. And she didn't think she cared anymore. Chloe wanted him.

Damien picked up the scared little lump on the floor and stood her up in front of him. Damien admired the work her had done. He picked up the little bundle and sat on the toilet with her. Damien felt her now-crimson skin burning through his jeans and sighed. He let her cry, rubbing her back and holding her tight before walking over to the bathtub and gently eased her in. He took joy in hearing her yelps and cries as the warm water hit her welts. As soon as she was content, he kissed her softly on her perfectly full lips. Chloe strayed away at first, then gave in as his velvet tongue caressed hers in a way no one else could. He laid loving kissed on the corners of her lips, down her throat and stopped to gently nibble on her collarbone. Chloe arched her back and held Damien's head against her as he made his way down to suck on a taut nipple. Damien followed the same path up to her cheek before ceasing. Chloe then realized his hand was beneath the water, fingers in her pussy.

Green Eyes met Hazel almost instantly. He smiled, and she returned with a small blushing curve of her lips and looked into the sudsy water.

"Do you see now, kitten? Master wants the best for you, but if you continue to be naughty, I'll make sure you get dealt with." Damien lathered a soft washcloth with Dove soap and began to caress her face, tracing tear lines and smudged eyeliner until her face shined like an angel. An angel with a tainted Halo of course. He ran the cloth down her chest and breasts, rubbing her tight rosy peaks, enjoying the sound of her gasp, before moving lower to her belly.

"I love you Kitten, you must know. I will always care for you, no matter what we go through. You will meet some friends of mine. They have Kittens too. Just like you. I would love to set up play dates if I knew you could behave, love." Chloe whimpered when he carefully helped her slip her body over until she was on he hands and knees. He brought the sudsy cloth to her pussy, thoroughly cleaning the soft folds and listening to her moan. He dropped the cloth and continued by slipping a finger, then two slowly, deliberately into her already dripping hole.

"Whenever you feel pleasure, you will think of me. You will become wet as soon as you here my voice. But I see I will never have to force you seeing you're already sopping." She moaned again and arched her back, her cries getting louder. His fingers worked in and out of her tight little fuck hole. Damien slipped a small purple vibrating plug into her soapy ass and turned it on high. Listening to her screaming with pleasure, he moved hand down. With his thumb and forefinger, he started pinching and pulling on the sensitive little nub, hidden in the folds until her body tensed fully and he felt her puss contract around his long, thick fingers. Finally she screamed out an orgasm and nearly collapsed if Damien did not wrap his arm to steady her. Damien took the showerhead and cleaned her backside before standing and wrapping his Kitten up in a purple, fluffy towel; Her favorite color.

For months he had been doing extensive research on Chloe. Of course he knew her name and Age, but that was the only way she would initially talk. He knew her favorite colors, bands, labels, animals; she even knew her favorite childhood bedtime story.

Wrapped in the towel, Damien Held Chloe against him, wrapping her legs around his muscular hips. She laid her head on his shoulder before he felt the vibration between them. He knew it wasn't him, she must be hungry. He look down to see the top of her hand and took a detour to the kitchen.

"Kitten? Are you tired?", she looked up instantly and shook her head no. She glanced at a wall clock while they traveled down the hallway and saw that it was only 8pm.

"You're Hungry." He analyzed, as he sat her down in a high chair, still only clad in a towel. Before closing the locking tray, he stood her up. "Baby, now, master is going to your bedroom. I'll be right back. You are not allowed to move from this spot. If you do, your sore bottom won't be sitting on a cushy towel, rather a hard wood stool." He kissed her forehead and walked down a hallway and disappeared into the last room.

From what she saw, the room was light purple. It seemed bright. Then she realized what she said. Her Room. She saw him walking back and flinched slightly.

"Good Girl, don't be scared, Kitten, Master isn't going to hurt you." He wrapped a neon green fluffy throw blanket around her in place of the wet towel. He lifted her by then waist into the chair, and then put the tray in place. Chloe started to protest about being in such a childish contraption. Damien glared and crossed his shapely arms. The look hushed the girl instantly. Chloe didn't want another spanking so soon. Damien knew she didn't want to be in that chair, he saw it by the grimace on her face. He then went to work making from Mac 'n' Cheese for his lovely Kitten.

He placed the bowl on the tray and the spoon. Chloe went to touch the spoon and was tsk tsked away from it.

"Master will do it." Damien picked up the spoon, blew on it to cool it, and then brought it to her lips. Chloe hesitated before parted them enough to take the food in. She waited a moment. Savoring the taste. She loved macaroni and cheese. Damien fed her another spoon, then another until she was filled and the bowl wasn't even empty.

"Full?" He laughed when she looked up innocently. That laugh caused butterflies to invade her tummy. His voice was teasing but his evil laugh was much worse. She nodded quickly. Damien smiled, cleaned the cleaned her mouth and removed the tray before removing her hand restraints and lifting her blanketed body into his comforting arms. It was nearly 10pm. Chloe was resting her head again on his shoulder as he carried her tiny body to her room. He placed Chloe's lethargic self onto the queen mattress. She relished in it; the size, the plushness, the black soft comforter and matching pillows, the lavender sheets. Then she looked around; a wooden stool, a black EZ chair, a toy chest with her name across it. Black rug, a small stereo, and closet filled with many clothes of her size. It hit her then. He knew she was the one he was going to take. He didn't do it in a spur of the moment. He did it on purpose. Chloe panicked. She instantly stood, wrapping the blanket tighter.

"You planned this?!" She had no time to say another word when she was forced to sit back down.

Damien walked back from a vanity filled with perfumes, make-up, and lotions. His hand filled with a creamy white gel and something concealed in his hands. Damien took Chloe and helped her over his awaiting knees, placing one of his muscular legs over hers to keep her in place and her torso was over the blankets. He placed a rectal thermometer on the comforter near her slowly moved her tiny body from its side to its belly. "Oh my god! No please don't use that on me, please." Chloe barely had time to beg before she felt a thick finger massaging a lubricant onto her little puckered hole. "I will always make sure my kitten is in good health and if it means taking your temperature, or giving you medicine, I will. Stay still." His words weren't even finished when he added an extremely sharp slap to her searing bottom. Damien spread her bottom cheeks just a little more and slowly slid the little stick inside. Chloe cried out at the small intruder invading her most intimate parts.

Damien waited a few minutes, letting her sob and realize she could not slip out of his grip. He rubbed the small of her back while lightly toying with the thermometer. He checked the temperature while it was still in her bottom, making sure it was healthy before slowly removing it. Damien replaced it with his own finger. He slid it into her and rubbed her bottom from the inside before just as slowly pulling it out. Chloe gasped and wriggled, before moaning. Her pussy soaked a wet spot onto her Master's jeans just beneath. Large hands started rubbing lotion into her welts, massaging and kneading, then letting it dry.

"Of course I planned this, my naughty baby girl." His confession, that was more of a statement, made her tummy flip-flop.

Chloe gave up. She knew he was too far into this to get caught. He picked her up and brought her into his bedroom. Damien drew back the sheets and laid down, placing the child-woman on his chest and wrapping his arms around her. Damien kissed her tenderly on her lips and chin, then neck before covering her.

"You will only sleep with me. Your room is for when you are naughty. You may also be placed in there if I have company, or if you are napping. Please rest now, Chloe."

Chloe lifted her head, hesitating on asking the long awaited question. "What is your name? You know mine bu.." Chloe was cut off by Damien's finger.