There was far more room in the back than there should have been, although I didn't exactly stop to think about it. I had my mind on other things, like taking all my clothing off as fast as possible.
He knelt on the floor in front of the middle seat, a predatory smile on his face. I was undeterred, and shuffled as far forward on the seat towards his mouth. He led with his tongue, and it was all I could do not to scream when it met my clit. I looked down, meeting his eyes for a fleeting second. He pulled back for a second, meeting my eyes with a mocking smile, then flicked a hand at both my wrists, which were suddenly encircled with sea-green light that rapidly dissolved into green, silky rope, secured somewhere behind me. He flicked his fingers again at my ankles and knees, and they were bound open. Vulnerable.
Once again I met his eyes, which were the same vivid green as the rope, only flecked with dark, stormy blues and greys. He smiled enigmatically, and then gave me another command - "struggle."
I did, as though my life depended on it. I could move, quite a bit. But I couldn't close my legs, nor could I bring my wrists together to untie them. At first I could scoot my butt back away from him, however when I did that he roughly pulled me forward and flicked his fingers again and there was a pillow covered in green silk behind my ass. After a few minutes his velvet voice broke into my thoughts, "that is enough." I stopped, sobbing a little. The man calmly sat next to me, and turned my head so that my eyes met his. "Tell me what you know."
"I can't escape."
"No, you cannot. What else?"
"I want you, I need you, please make me come, I need it so bad!" I don't think I had ever actually begged a man before, but now I was. I meant it with every fiber of my being, too.
The man tilted his head as though what I had said was not exactly what he expected. "Who do you belong to?"
"My body is yours to do with as you please." Again, there was a flash of surprise as though I hadn't reacted predictably.
"Little one, I will enjoy breaking you. It will take years, but your mind and soul will follow. Your resistance is more than I have known for centuries. However, I will ask again. Who owns you?" I could sense a deep power behind him now, almost as vast as a sea. The air between us began to glow with greens and blues sparks.
"My flesh is yours." I gasped.
"Thrice I say and done. To whom do you belong?" His eyes started to glow, and the air between us was alight with similar symbols to what I had seen earlier, not yet sharply defined.
I started to shake my head, but he swiftly placed a hand on either side of my face, forcing me to meet his eyes. I couldn't look away, and for a crumbling second I realized what he was. I heard myself say, "blood, bone, and flesh I yield to you, lord. Seal me unto you!" For the first time his eyes flared with lust, and he closed them in satisfaction. The air shimmered with power, here and there seemingly in conflict with red-orange and silver lights. I had a split second to wonder what the light meant, but my only slightly coherent thoughts were liberally interspersed with confusion as to how I had known what to say. Eyes closed, he leaned into me, and kissed me. The second his tongue met mine I began to thrash as the most intense orgasm I had ever felt rippled through my body.
Blackness followed.
I came back to myself, and I was still trembling and damp with sweat. The pungent smell of sex filled the car. I groaned, then gasped as I felt a finger tracing my the outer lips between my legs.
"You made the right choice, little one. Had you refused the binding I would have killed you. As it is I am tempted to do so. In all my years only two other women resisted the binding I placed on them. Neither of them refused to yield their mind and soul. You intrigue me, so I suppose I will keep you around for long enough to bend your mind and soul to my will." I tried to move a little, but I still had almost no control over my body. Oh, and being tied up didn't help. "Hush, little one. I need to finish binding your body to me." I shook my head in denial, and he laughed. "Oh, struggle all you want. Your word is already given, this is just a fun formality for me." He smiled, only this time it was more naughty little boy than ancient unyielding predator. "Relax, if you want. Then it will be fun for you too."
Some how he stood up in the back of the SUV, even though there was no possible room for him to do that. He methodically stripped, and he was gorgeous. Divine, even. His features had subtly altered since I promised myself to him, and were now almost perfectly symmetric. Tattoos shifted mesmerizingly under the skin of his chest and arms, occasionally flickering into light on his lower body. He was also most definitely aroused.
He flicked his fingers, and this time I saw a smudge of power in the air as it streaked towards my mouth, which was suddenly bound open. Crud. Another blur blindfolded me.
The world...shifted, and suddenly I was bound on my knees in what sounded like an large open hall from the echos, my arms spread wide above my head. I could hear whispers around me, as though the place was packed.
A hand was placed under my chin, and then the head of his penis entered my forced open mouth.
"Mine." I decided it was best to try and make him happy, and flicked my tongue along the underside of the head, tasting the unusually salty precum. He let out a groaning chuckle, and began to thrust. I did my best to keep up. Somehow, even though he never gave me time to breath I didn't need to, nor did I gag on him as he went deeper and deeper. It was as though suddenly every part of my body was just right for him. The realization that something fundamental about what I was had changed made me struggle. My sudden panicked noises only spurred him on, and I felt the changes in tempo, and the feel of his dick in my mouth...changed somehow. Before my freaked out mind could process exactly what that meant he came, directly down my throat. I came, too. The simple taste of his salty spray had been enough to make me come. Not exactly a good orgasm, but still better than several playmates had managed. However, in the wake of the orgasm that had made me pass out it was more than enough to make me unable to support myself. I sagged into the ropes, twitching as he withdrew, feeling my own wetness run down my legs as he finished depositing a last few ropes of cum mixed with my spit to run down my chest. There was a ripple of polite applause.
The world went topsy-turvy again, and I was on my back.
"Mine." I felt his fingers at my outer lips, and I began to make whimpering noises of protest. I wasn't ready for another orgasm, but he didn't care. Over a few patient minutes my whimpers gradually changed to moans as he stroked my outer lips, and thighs, then I started to beg him to touch my clit. The bastard ignored my pleading. Tiny waves traveled through my limbs from my pussy, leaving trails of pleasure in their wake. Then, finally, he touched my clit, and I came, desperately. I hadn't thought there was much energy left in my limbs, but the pulled against my bindings desperately and erratically. My moans reached a new pitch, all of them desperate. He kept stimulating me everywhere, until I wasn't exactly sure if I wanted him to stop or keep going. I didn't have much say in the matter, but I would have liked to know which I wanted.
Again I heard polite applause. "Mine." I was still desperately fighting the waves of pleasure, and the utter exhaustion in my limbs. Then I felt it. My entire body quivered, suddenly focusing on a tiny, tiny area of flesh. I realized that that area was where his dick was touching my lips. He calmly pressed his bare dick into my dripping wet, waiting pussy. My back arched in pleasure, and I started screaming before he was fully in. The audience started cheering, only this time it sounded genuine. He got balls deep, then started thrusting in earnest. I screamed my pleasure, every muscle tense enough that I thought it would rip its way off my bones, and then the real orgasm started. I only stayed fully conscious through the first wave of ripple contraction of my inner channel, then drifted away. The pleasure of the binding was too much.
