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.
"Pet"
She hears his voice but it is distant, a Soft sound under the roaring ocean of passion surging just behind her eyes.
"PET!"
"Hearing the voice of her tormentor, her pleaser, her Molester and her God she responds, her voice a high pitched whine the effort of it almost to much as her body aches for the cumulation that had just been denied her.
"yyyyeeeeeeessss.."
"You want this. You want your Master's Cock in your cunt. You want His control, his domination. You want to serve him, because it feels right to do so."
Part of her mind said no. The part that had been trained by society all her life to be strong and to never submit, it said no. But another part of her, something deeper, something primal, essential to very nature of her, the core of her womanhood cried out the truth, and there was no hesitation as she answered.
"YYYYEESS! FUCK YES MY GOD YES!"
With the scream of her mouth his passion speared her once again, offering her what she longed for, His dominion, his ownership, his control, his Mastery... and as he paused once again hovering just outside here, her body writhed knowing it needed only a little more stimulus to go over the edge of that precipice and that one He could give it to her... and yet he waited. He wanted something more than her intention, more than the understanding that she was as he said nothing more than an object for his lust... he wanted... He wanted...
"MASTER!" She screamed!
Brutally he thrust deep into her and she screamed as the flood of her orgasm overflowed her, the muscles of her cunt gripped his cock and milked him, begged him as he shot his gift to her deep within her body. It felt so right; to lie there and be used for this purpose, as though her very purpose in existence was to take his gift to take his cum and savor it, treasure it, worship it. The Word said, the submission offered and accepted her mouth couldn't stop screaming.
"MASTER! YES MASTER Jason! Jason, Jason, Jason, Jason, MASTER, YES!" her body was gone and her mind flung itself over the precipice, not just into the passion of her orgasm but also to the revelation oh her submission, of her place of how perfectly right it felt to not be in control but to be in his control. It was as if she was falling without the support of what she had thought right, and though she feared to land and die from the force it was worth it for this revelation. And yet she did not fall and die. The touch of her new master held her, it caught her, cradled her. His power, his control cradled her soul safely as his body sent hers yet again to the heaven/hell of ravaged pleasure. She could feel herself; her body given totally over to his wills, his desires, his uses. She felt her muscles twitch, her body convulse the tears streaming down her cheeks as her juices combined with his overflowed her womanhood and dripped down her thighs. She moaned and gasped as she felt his hands tearing her clothing from her and throwing it away from them. With one final spurt of his gift within her he pulled out and left her there, empty and sore, but filled with her master's essence, used and ravaged but undeniably owned.
She felt his hand tangle in her hair and pull hard, pulling her off the table to the floor. She fell there, on the floor before him and looking up at him she felt her body do what it felt was right, what her most primal instinct told her was proper. Sitting up, her thighs on her calves, her body still shaking, quivering covered in sweat, she bowed before her master.
