A group of young people stands huddled at the base of a hill. Among them, wrapped in a green cloak, the edges of her green skirt caught in the wind, Sandra gazes up at the dark form of Nightstone Keep.
"No one's seen the Master of the keep for years, there are servants but nothing ever happens"
"They say that he's waiting for his Lady," A greasy young man says.
"Hardly, I bet he's not even there" Sandra says as she tugs on the edge of her bodice.
"I bet you're too scared to go up there"
"Ha, I could get in and out without getting caught"
"You couldn't get past the gates!"
Sandra shakes her head and starts walking up the hill. "I'll bring you back a candlestick, oh and next time you want to impress me, do it yourself"
Slipping on to the grounds was almost too easy. Sandra chuckles to herself as she slips into the dark building. She enters the great hall and gasps. The sparsely furnished room is surprisingly warm, a long table set for one gleams in the firelight.
Sandra lowers the hood of her cloak, letting the entire thing fall to the ground as she moves towards the fire, letting it warm her. She sighs as the goose bumps on her exposed cleavage fade to the smooth creamy complexion it was before her trek up the hill.
After a moment or two she stretches slightly and moves to the table. Sandra leans over and reaches for a candlestick. Suddenly a great warmth and weight slams into her. Before she can think to move her hands are pinned to the table from behind. Hot breath grazes her ear and fingers entwine in her hair.
"Welcome to my keep, Pet, you will learn to like it here"
Sandra struggles with a cry, "let me go! Please, let me go! I'm sorry!"
The man behind her chuckles warmly. "Now Pet, You entered my keep, so now you will be kept"
Sandra tries to pull herself free from her captor but only backs into him and suddenly realizes that he is hard.
He presses firmly against her. One hand in her hair he lets the other trail down her back to rest on her ass. She struggles once more but stills with a cry as his hand smacks her sharply.
"Be still Pet"
His hand starts gathering her skirts up till the warm air touches her most private of areas, followed by his hot hand. He caresses her ass and gives it a few gentle smacks before traveling lower.
She whimpers and struggles, "no please, don't"
She flinches as his fingers meet her most feminine area. He pauses, "You are a naughty Pet. You're quite wet, if I didn't know any better I'd say that you want me" With no notice he shoves three fingers deep inside of her making Sandra scream.
He wiggles his fingers, feeling her cunt flex around him. "Good girl"
Sandra breathes hard, her face flushing as this dark man makes her body do things she never knew possible. "Who..."
He starts slowly fucking her as he pulls her hair forcing her to stand. "I am Master Jason, you may call me Master"
"No!"
He spins her suddenly and stares into her eyes. Sandra looks up at him like a deer in bright light. Jason's blond hair falls wildly to his shoulders, his blue eyes nearly green with lust. His broad frame encased in black silk.
"You will call me Master, you will submit to me"
Sandra tries to push him away which makes his eyes grow thunderous. He loosens the tie on his black pants and in one swift movement buries himself to the hilt inside her. Harshly tearing her maidenhead
She cries out, a burning pain/pleasure nearly rips her in two. She grips the table and bites her lip. The sensations running through her are entirely alien to her. The sensation of pleasure that made her cry out was like nothing her chaste mind had ever encountered, nor the way that the pleasure made her body react, tensing, almost bucking for more. The pain, that was new as well, but as sharp as it was, the rending of her maidenhead and the sensation of being impaled and split in two, was not contrary to the pleasure, but a part of it, enhancing it.
But most alien and frightening of all was the effect that this combined sensation of pleasure and pain, of her helplessness and his penetration. For perhaps the first time, for a full moment, she felt the urge to submit as he asked, as she had never done for any person. She felt, deep inside her, an almost primal and overwhelming urge to obey.
But his anger at her intrusion, his passion and his claiming of her was not to pause for her contemplation. Halting but a moment, that her cunt may stretch and form itself to the shape of it's new master's mighty sword, he pulled out of her and plunged deeply into her again, the sensation of pain and pleasure doubled from before.
"You are my pet, and I am your Master. You shall submit to me and the sooner you do so, the easier you shall find you stay here in my keep. And your stay shall last quite a long while." He punctuated his sentence with another powerful thrust, spearing her anew, overcoming her with strange emotions once again. "I am Master!"
"No!" she cried "I have no master. Not you; not anyo..." but her sentence was cut off as he grasped a handful of her hair and pulls her head back, baring her perfect throat to his lips and teeth and he thrusts deeply into her once again.
"You have but one master, and you shall serve him. You are mine, and mine alone, this is your fate this is your destiny." As he thrusts again and again, harder and deeper each time making what she had previously thought was his full penetration seem like but a glancing caress. She tries to resist it but a low moan escapes her lips, surprising her, but not Jason.
"I told you, you're such a naughty pet to want this so badly, to enjoy it so much. Say it to your master, say it to me. Admit you want this and that I alone am your master." Each phrase, each pause is accentuated with another thrust, harder and deeper into her. It feels as though he's going deeper than he possibly can, filling not just her dripping cunt but her whole body, her whole self. And yet her defiance remains, in spite of threat of punishment in spite of promise of pleasure. She fights with herself. He's demanding an answer, but can she remain defiant in sight of his terrible power or must she give in to that power and be his as he says she already is? She fights with herself as her body makes it's own answer and her hips began to buck against her will. She moans again, louder, a half cry, half plea as she feels deep within her the pleasure began to build to something new, something she had never imagined before.
A deep pressure starts building inside her, starting at the tips of her toes and top of her head and working its way to her core. She cries out as his free hand moves to her bodice.
"No!" she tries in vain to force him away and his hands off her laces.
"Bad pet" Jason thrusts into her almost violently. The sudden pain makes Sandra's hands drop to grip the table once more. The pressure inside her nearly unbearable.
Jason unlaces her bodice and watches as her breasts strain against her chemise. The nipples hard and sensitive. He pulls the chemise down, exposing the pale globes to the air; her nipples harden more, the pink nubs standing out against her white skin.
The sudden change of temperature on her body throws Sandra over the edge. The pressure inside her explodes as her entire body contracts and pulses. Sandra cries out helplessly, her hands grasping for the closest firm object as she feels as if her entire being is spiraling out of control. She grips his shoulders, clinging to him without realizing it. As a gasp and a low moan escape her lips she barely opened here eyes to she what it is she's grasping and gazes full on his face, the look of lust in his eyes matched only by the smile on his face. Buried to the hilt, his hard shaft penetrating her screaming womanhood as the terrifying pleasure of this first orgasm washed over her and renders her helpless, he whispers in a low firm voice that is as frightening as it is comforting.
"You are Mine"
Silently unable to make a sound, she begins to shake her head once again, to deny his ownership, knowing even as she did that her denial was a lie that fooled not even her. Yet her new master didn't allow her the opportunity for false denials. Even as he climax reached its peak, as the first orgasm of her life rocked through her, peaking in an almost divine frenzy, she felt her tight cunt scream as his hard member pulls away, he spins her to face the table again and thrusts himself deep into her again. And again. And again. Harder now than before and any half-hearted attempt to resist his penetration, his ownership, his mastery was not just abandoned but banished far and away as she felt the second orgasm of her life beginning to build and pulse even before her first had begun to recede. His hands encircle her and massage her beasts firmly then hard, caressing then squeezing, torturous pleasure then rapturous pain. As his fingers prod her tender flesh, caress and pinch the tender skin of her huge soft breasts, his rigid sword is impaling her again and again ripping into her, filing her, violating her fulfilling her. Again she feels her muscles tighten as her hands flail on the table before her and she makes small noises almost grunting helplessly, each sound and motion an admission of what her words had denied, that she was his, and that it felt so right for it to be so. It built more and more, and she could fell that she was once again on the precipice and about to be hurled off with all the force he could muster. She felt to her humiliation that she was actually bucking her hips back onto him, not just accepting his mastery but inviting it, yearning for it. Closer, closer... and he rips out f her, his member freeing itself from her formerly virgin cunt and pauses suspended in space before it. She screams, as his sudden absence, the absence of that which had made her complete was far more painful than his penetration had ever been and without the accompanying pleasure. Her hips buck backward again reaching for it but he remains just out of reach.
