Daddy's

by Helen Goodman

  Maureen smiled. "Again, my slave."

  "I am here to serve you." She repeated.

  "Listen, my slave. Just listen. You don't have to think anymore. Your mistress will think for you. You just need to obey."

  "Obey." Zoe said.

  "When I tell you to, you will go to sleep. Once you wake, you will be my pet." Maureen told her. She went on to tell her all the things that Zoe would do for her new Goddess. Then Zoe went to sleep. Her face was beautiful under slumber, and Maureen was very pleased. She gently removed the girl's glasses, and stroked her cheek.

  She sat next to Zoe, and put her arm around her. She lightly pushed her new slave's shoulder so she would fall into Maureen's arms.

  She closed her eyes herself for a second, and relaxed. But then she remembered how horny she was, so she woke Zoe up. She decided that she should start by laying down the law.

  She stood before Zoe, and smacked her in the face. Zoe quickly sprung awake. She looked confused.

  "Ow!" She said, holding her cheek.

  "Get on your knees, bitch." Maureen said. Zoe was confused but she found herself getting off the couch and sitting on her knees, between Maureen's legs. She didn't know why she did it, but it just seemed right.

  "Good girl." Zoe's new Goddess told her. Zoe's stomach was filled with butterflies and she found herself smiling.

  "Take off that shirt, pet." Maureen said. Zoe timidly took off her Clash T-shirt.

  "The bra, too."

  Zoe removed her pink bra and her small breasts fell out. Maureen examined her cute body. She had her belly button pierced. Her olive skin looked incredibly smooth and Maureen couldn't wait to caress it. Her nipples were small and erect. A beautiful soft pink.

  "Very nice, hun." Maureen said.

  "Th- thanks." Zoe said, shaking with excitement and fright. She was smacked across the face again, harder this time. It left her cheek stinging and red. Zoe fell to the side, yelping in pain.

  "I am your Goddess, bitch. That's how you'll address me." Maureen said, angry. She wasn't used to someone so novice. It made her even wetter though. She loved the thought of really putting his little girl in her place.

  She grabbed Zoe hard by her arm, and yanked her up so she was once again, sitting between her legs.

  "I'm sorry Goddess." Zoe said. She had tears in her eyes. Not because of the pain, because she felt so disappointed in herself. She couldn't believe she would do such a silly thing.

  "Aw..." Maureen started. She held Zoe's cheek and wiped away a tear with her thumb, and then she took back her hand, and put her thumb in her mouth, tasting the salty tear. Zoe bit her lip, and her pussy moistened. Maureen was the sexiest thing ever. She stared directly into her electric green eyes. It was like they stabbed her in the heart, and she felt overwhelmed with an erotic, passionate, need to serve and make Maureen happy. Maureen felt overjoyed, and she knew this wasn't about hypnosis, it was pure energy, directly from the heart, both of them penetrated by pure, raw, innate desire for one another.

  Yes, at that moment, they fell in sync, in love.

  An involuntary moan fell from Maureen's lips and her hands moved, as if by instinct, to the back of Zoe's head. She grabbed it hard and with all of her strength, jammed her Zoe's face into her pussy. Zoe immediately started sucking and licking up all the juices invading her slit, despite the pain in her face. Maureen smashed her pussy hard into Zoe's face over and over again, and Zoe knew that she would have bruises the next day. Zoe had never eaten out a girl before, but guys had done it to her. She tried to do it the way she would want it done. It was hard, for she couldn't really breath, but she tried her best. She sucked hard on Maureen's clit, which made Maureen scream in pleasure. She began to hit the walls of her new Goddess's cunt with her tongue, violently digging in and out at a speedy, constant rate.

  "Yeah you stupid slut!" Maureen said firmly. "You're such a good girl."

  The words would stay with Zoe for the rest of her life. Those words were what she craved.

  Maureen suddenly, and without warning, burst into Zoe's mouth. When Maureen still kept her head shoved into her slit, Zoe decided she should clean up. She slurped down all Maureen's cum. Maureen grabbed Zoe's hair roughly and pulled her mouth from her cunt. She used her other hand to smack Zoe roughly across the face again.

  Zoe's grey eyes filled with tears because of the pain. Maureen pushed her down and she hit her head on the ground. Maureen stood, and walked over to Zoe, towering over the small girl. She kneeled down and caressed Zoe's cheeks. Goosebumps emerged on Zoe's skin. Maureen moved to sit on Zoe's chest. Zoe was so much smaller that Maureen's weight crushed her. But she wasn't thinking about the pain in her chest anymore... She was overwhelmed with the enchanting beauty of her mistress's emerald eyes. Maureen grabbed Zoe's face softly with her hands, and kissed her lips gently. Their tongues danced with each other as their soft lips hugged. Maureen humped her cunt against Zoe's chest.

  Zoe felt her hair being grabbed and then felt harsh yet delicate kisses down her neck. Maureen held the girls head in place, as she tasted the young flesh of her slave. She moved her lips to Zoe's ears and whispered, "You're going to be perfect."

  The End.

  Vampire's Lust

  It was about 12 in the morning before Christopher arrived home with Avery tailing his every move. She has to. She was his slave as he was her master. It was this way ever since he rescued her from her vindictive father. She knew not the pact she was making with him though. He never treated her bad, but when his rage got the better of him, she knew it was best to stay out of his way. The night had been plump with excitement. Christopher and Avery went club hopping, mainly because Christopher was hungry. Hungry for food no, but for blood yes. The gyrating bodies of willing souls in late night clubs always fed Christopher's blood lust. He would usually find a good one who'd consent to blood and sex, but he never wanted sex from them. The blood was enough to arouse him. They were beneath him and didn't deserve that sort of special treatment. That he would save for Avery.

  As they walked through the threshold of their large but comfortable house, Christopher rage was still fuming. Avery has disobeyed him at one of the night clubs and refused for only a second to leave the room as he partook of the blood of one rather promiscuous female. He hit Avery hard across the face and told her if she wanted to live to see tomorrow she'd better be on her way. He would never kill Avery, she was too precious, though you must keep a slave in place or they come under the impression that they are the master, and not vice versa. He plopped his messenger bag down on the floor and hung up his trench coat. Avery immediately began to work in the kitchen. This was a usual ritually when they arrived home late. He would sit by the counter and watch her movements carefully as she cooked. And so he did.

  He watched her as she made her way about the kitchen, gathering various supplies to create his meal. It isn't like he didn't trust her, though you can never be too careful. Although a slave is very compelled to follow their master's commands, they still have their free will. Avery moved with a light step. She fluttered around the kitchen as a butterfly would around a meadow. She was indeed, the most beautiful creature Christopher ever encountered. Her skin was tanned, her eyes dark with mischief. Her hair fell far to the small of her back and curled up ever so slightly in blue black waves. Her legs were long and lean from her days of running track and her figure was also perfectly sculpted. She was not robust, but rather small and petite. A perfect 5''5. She was the sweetest thing. Her voice always quiet when she spoke, but around strangers, she would act as if they have been friend for as long as she could remember. She always took herself up in something spiritual. Weather it be praying or yoga or anything else. He on the other hand was the polar opposite to her. He was strong and built with a chest made of steel. A towering 6"5. His hair was coal black and fell down to his shoulders. He always wore it slick back to expose his striking green eyes and defined chin. He didn't keep much facial hair, he found it barbaric. However, what he did ke
ep was cut and shaved into a neat goatee fashion. He is too, often quiet. Though unlike Avery's bubbly personality, he has none. He kept to himself and his studies. His dark past inspired his cello music. He was indeed the most brilliant cellist man kind had ever seen. After all, he had been practicing for over five thousand years.

  His memories took him far and he almost missed the thing that would turn the night into a completely different direction. He stilled fumed with rage over Avery's defiance, however this one little incident would evaporate all anger he was directing toward her. Avery hadn't bothered to change when she got home. He never really cared what she wore or when she wore it, because her beauty was all that mattered. Today though her realized exactly how striking this female really was. She wore a white corset dress with black trimming that fell over her hips beautifully. Her hair was straightened and hanging down her back to cover the fact that the back of the dress was only held together by strings. He legs shown at the bottom of the dress were shining with whatever type of lotion she used before they left. He averted his eyes automatically, feeling as if he shouldn't watch her this way and be thinking the thoughts that he was, though he wanted to ravish her body so bad.

  "Avery," He said, in a dark dangerous tone.

  She stopped what she was doing instantly and turned to face him, her eyes wide with fear knowing that he was still angry.

  "Yes, my Lord?" She asked in a wavering tone

  "Your outfit is not appropriate for home activities. Please go and change into something a little more comfortable.." He had to stop himself before he went onto say before I rip every strand of cloth from your body and have my way with you.

  "As you wish." She replied and scurried upstairs. He listened as she undressed and redressed. He could only imagine what she wore under that dress. Maybe nothing. No! He mustn't think these thoughts. Though, he has promised Avery when the time came, they would truly be together. Maybe the time had come..

  She came back downstairs within 15 minutes wearing loose jeans and a button up white blouse. His eyes trailed around her body and noticed her curves more and more. Her hair was braided back now, her face bare of make up. He loved her without make up. He would never understand why woman hid their beauty underneath all the stuff. She continued to cut carrots on the island in the middle of the kitchen, while he oversaw from a short distance. Her skill in the culinary arts was superb, but her hands were not as they should be. Any second she would..

  And so she did.

  The knife gently kissed her finger and drops of rubies fell onto the cutting board.

  "Oh, um..My apologies my Lord." She stuttered out as she tried, with no prevail to clean the blood. The gash in her finger was deep, and the rubies fell to the floor as she made her way over to the sink. Wrapping her finger with a paper towel proved to be ineffective. The flimsy material was soaked in seconds. Her blood was wasting! Christopher's eyes widened as the scent of her blood hit him. Her blood smelled pure and untainted and like clockwork, he could feel the space in his jeans becoming sparse. He walked over awkwardly to Avery and stood behind her deeply breathing over her neck. This was wrong, and he knew it...but the blood...it's scent was so intoxicating. He was hungry still after all. He didn't take the woman at the night club because with his outburst at Avery, the compulsion he held over the woman faded and she screamed at the sight of his elongated teeth.

  "Let me see." He said, pushing up closer to Avery, gesturing to her hand. She managed to turn, leaning back slightly into the sink and raised her hand slightly close to her master's face. He unwrapped the soaked paper towel, hardly able to keep his eyes from rolling back into his head with the heavy scent of Avery's sweet blood. He gazed fondly at the red dripping slowly down her finger. The bleeding had slowed, but it still managed to vibrate a bit with every pound of her strong heart. He was lost within himself. Studying the beautiful red staining Avery's finger. He never partook of her. He promised himself he wouldn't. But with every second passing, he found it impossible. Inching closer and closer the blood appeared to him as if he was in a dream. He lapped the blood from her finger and she watched him with horror. He stood for a moment, sucking the sweet nectar from the cut. He released her finger and ran it from his lips to the bottom of his chin. The blood tasted like honey and he could only imagine what it would be like to take from her most profound veins in her inner thighs of neck or...

  He snapped back to reality. What had he done!? He'd tasted the one he promised never to violate so. Pushing himself back from Avery he barked at her to go upstairs. She whimpered and bolted for the stairs. He smacked his forehead and ran his hand down his face, cleaning the blood from his lips. The space within his jeans returned and he sulked. How could he do this to her? The love of his life! She'd probably be scared out of her mind tomorrow. Rage over poured from his soul and he threw the nearest thing to him against the wall with such vampiric force, you would think a small truck hit the wall. The glass shattered into a thousand tiny pieces. He dashed for his studies and began the fit of the lifetime. Books were thrown across the floor, chairs and tables wrecked. Broken glass littered a section of the floor and plants cried as the watched the soil be ground into the carpet. Avery would not hear his outburst. His study was silent. After an hour or so of his tantrum, he rested on his bed and sobs racked his body. He hurt her. He hurt her in a way he promised he never would. The only thing that could bring his trouble soul comfort now was his cello. Anabel, as he called her, rested in the corner of the room. Her strings watched him wisely and awaited his fingers. He wasn't surprised Anabel was still intact. He loved Avery and Anabel more than anything in his existence. Taking up Anabel in his hands, he played the saddest, most tortured song he could think up. The night went by and before he knew it, it was 3:54 and he heard a knock on his chamber door. Avery perhaps here to tell him what a beast he was. It was her who stood there when he opened the door. She looked calm.

  "May I come in?" She asked in a hushed tone as she gazed around the room at the mess he had made.

  "It would be an honor." He replied.

  "I hold no grudges for what you did tonight." She said in a tone that sounded older than her years.

  He held her gaze, though hers did not waver. Some timid part of her died and was replaced with a strong willed woman.

  "I am truly sorry for what I did. I had no intention on harming you." He pleaded with her.

  "I know, my Lord. You were hungry after all." She said, making her way over to the door.

  He grabbed her hand. "We are on good terms then?"

  "Of course. I live to do nothing but be here for you."

  She crossed the threshold of the door and paused. "Though, I do wish you would have used what you had in your jeans. It has been a very long time and I think I deserve at least that much. Unless you do not find me attractive." her voice seemed taunting and a bit angry all at once.

  He grinned a sharp grin and knew where she was coming from. Taking the opportunity he had and pulled her back into his room, slamming the door shut after her with a loud bang. His quarters were rather large, so they could avoid the mess he made earlier. Christopher pushed her against the wall and leaned closer to her body than would normally be acceptable. He looked into her eyes and as his hand found her fully developed hips and saw the grin she was trying to suppress for so long .

  "Have I ever told you your rage is inexplicably sexy, my Lord?" She purred, tying her fingers around his neck. His grin only became wider as he realized she was inviting him in. He yearned so badly for her and would not loose this chance. He kissed her deeply, finally being allowed to feel the soft sweetness of her lips. He listened to her heart become more erratic. Her pulse vibrating under his hands. He squeezed her hips, making sure she was real this time, and not just another one of his fantasies. Her breath quickened as his tongue slid past her lips, dancing within her mouth and flirting with her tongue. His jeans once against became too small. She felt him and grinned even wider as their silent kisses went on. She moaned
softly as he pushed himself into her thighs more, his second head vying for the female's attention. Her hands found his protruding extremity and lovingly caressed it through the man's jeans. His excitement grew more and more and her pulse became more rhythmic. He broke off the kiss unwillingly. His lips wanted to stay, but his fangs had other ideas. He found himself by the curve of her neck, groaning for what he knew he couldn't have. It was like waging a war within himself. He wanted to rip he skin and take the rubies she stored away within herself so badly, but she would hurt. This is the last thing he wanted to do to her. His teeth grazed her silky skin and she moaned in anticipation.

  "What are you waiting for?" She asked, as if the touch of his fang was enough to cause her to be winded. "Do it. I beg of you my Lord, do it." The pushed his head closer down toward her neck.

  This was all the approval he needed. Opening wide, he bite down into her jugular vein. Rich, warm rubies leaked from her into his mouth and he felt as if he had gone to heaven instead of the hell he was destined to. He lost himself in her as they moaned in unison. The blood was enough to excite him, but the pheromones in his bite was enough to get her off a million times and more. He drank deeply, but stopped just in case her body could no longer stand it. He licked the wound closed and kissed her again hard on her mouth. He white blouse was stained in red. Using his nail he torn and ripped and every strand of fabric that blouse held and exposed her and her black under garment. She pushed away from him, stood at the end of the bed and undid her jeans. Perching herself at the bottom of the mattress, she beckoned him forward with her pointer finger, a slight grin playing on her lips.

  He all but flew to the woman. His secret extremity could no longer be contained and she saw to that. Wriggling him out of his jeans, she took him extremity into her hands, relieving the man of the tension he held in for so long. Gripping it, she felt the pulsing of his own heart beat within in. She watched as the dorsal vein in his extremity pulse. He moaned as she ran a finger down it, pausing slightly as she reached the head, fiddling with the sensitive spot all men had below it. He thrust his part in her hands, leaving her no choice but to give him the forbidden massage. He felt as if he were lost in ecstasy. Her hand were so soft against the softest part of him. His joy only intensified as he felt her lips enclose his manhood. Her tongue played with the tip and he felt as if then and there he would past out. Making a wrong move, Avery bit down, causing him to thrust into her.