by Nicola Diaz
When the dildos are pulled from my asshole and my cunt they are forced into my mouth. I am not sure what they intend to do with the third one, but as I am forced to lick and suck the dildos clean, I find out. It is pushed into my ass, hard, and then it stops moving. Then another man gets on top of me and sends his cock straight into my cunt. He fucks me hard, pushing the dildo in my ass deeper. If there is anything that these men wanted to know from me, this question is no longer a part of their vocabulary. They are just enjoying my body too much now. And despite the pain, and my own exhaustion, I have to admit that I am enjoying it too…
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Snatch Me!
The night air, cool and fresh swept in through my open window. The room was beautiful, plush maroon rug lay in the middle of the room. The hard oak floor glistened with the light of the candles lit around the room. A large adorned bed with a silk net surrounding its mass was neatly made with cream colored silk sheets and down comforter.
I sat at my bronze crafted vanity watching my reflection in the mirror. I ran a brush through my long golden hair and stared at my own bright blue eyes in the mirror. As my fair smooth skin glowed in the soft candle light, my mind wandered listlessly as I brushed through the tresses.
I, Violet O’hare was the third daughter of Duke O’hare, a very wealthy and important political figure in their kingdom. My two older sisters were both off married to other important people doing other important things. I, being nineteen was still searching for my suitor and my “important” role in which I was to play.
My plump pink lips parted, goosebumps rose from my skin and my bosom perked at the chilled breeze that swept in from the open window. The candles flickered and a delicious chill crawled up my spine. I stood from my seat, my sheer satin nightgown flowed around my legs as I strode toward the window.As I gazed out into the dark night, I could hear the swaying of the treetops in the wind. I felt so small and defenseless looking out into the dark mysterious night. Anyone could come in through my open window and take complete and total advantage of my vulnerable state.
My cheeks flushed deep red. I pulled down roughly on the window and put the wooden latch in place. I felt a twinge in my lower region and flushed deeper. The thought of a stranger coming in through her bedroom window and taking me on my bed, causing me to scream in ecstasy turned my womanhood on fire. For a while now, I have been having these very inappropriate and intrusive thoughts of loveless intercourse. I felt ashamed at my thoughts but it made me so aroused and made me feel so dirty.
I drew the burgundy curtains over the window and glanced around my quiet room. My hands traveled timidly up my nightgown to the hem around my neck and I pulled it over my head and off of my shapely body. I was a slender girl with perky breasts, a thin waist and a sizable buttocks. I found my way toward my bed and laid myself tenderly down. My naked body like a work of art on top of the comforter. I let my mind wander, I imagined a man, burly, with gorgeously defined muscles with my hands in one of his large fists, restrained behind my back, a piece of cloth wrapped around my mouth keeping me from speech. He had my face pushed down into my pillow. My bare exposed womanhood facing him.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. My mind was clouded with lust as my hand found its way down to my scorching pussy. I imagined the man reach his other hand to the front of my body and knead my breast, my nipple perking delightfully. My own hand travelled up to my breast and I began massaging the tender flesh as I imagined this man touching me.
I dipped a long slender finger into my pussy and felt just how unbelievably wet I was. I began pumping my finger in and out of my dripping wet pussy as the man of my imagination kneaded my breasts.
I imagined him take his hand away and I could almost feel his cock meet the entrance of my pussy. I imagined him push his way into me and I added a finger to myself.
I fingered myself until my legs were twitching and my back was arching. My imaginary man thrust into me with rough animalistic force. I imagined his hot seed enter my pussy and I orgasmed. I bit into my lip to keep from screaming out. My favorite part about climaxing is when I do, I keep going. I pulled my fingers out of myself and began roughly rubbing my clit causing my orgasm to last so much longer.
I slowly felt myself descend from the euphoria of orgasm and as I laid there on my pristine bed in a thin layer of perspiration and vaginal secretions leaking onto my plush comforter, a wave of guilt washed over me.
I lifted my comforter above me and crawled under its warm embrace. I shifted onto my side my legs like jelly and let sleep envelop me into the dark night.
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“Oooooh what about that one?” My eyes drifted list fully to across the dinky little inn.
A scrawny man sat at the bar. He looked to be some kind of store holder, boring, young man who probably never touched a lady. I shook my head and took another sip of my wine. Amelia Hawthorne sat next to me with her red lipstick mouth agape in shock.
“Violet! Look at him he is stunning!” She rested her head in her hands and stared at the man as if he was a god.
“With his gorgeous sandy blonde hair, his clean shaven face, his kind green eyes, how can you not just…..uh he’s gorgeous.” Violet looked the man over again and shrugged. She didn’t see it.
This little inn was our usual “hunting ground” as Amelia loved to call it. She hunted, I observed. When we went out we dressed ourselves down in peasant clothing.
I did not quite enjoy these outings. Every man that she pointed out to me was boring. And thoughts of that man, that gorgeous mysterious rough man would continuously pop into my head.
“Go speak to him Amelia.” Her eyes widened. Her prissy upbringing kept her from making any kind of social encounter with this man she found handsome.
She leaned in and lowered her voice her green eyes sparkling. “Violet I can’t do that I’m a Lady.” I shrugged indifferently and took another swig of wine.
As the night progressed Amelia disappeared with the “handsome” shop keeper and I was left alone sitting at table in the corner. The night grew darker outside and the bar grew more and more barren. I sat nursing my drink, slouched over in a very unladylike pose, normally I would compose myself in such a peasant dwelling place but I didn’t care about my appearance at the moment. I could feel the power of the alcohol rushing thre my veins like a snake. I didn’t much like alcohol, and I never held mine well but I didn’t quite care, I was feeling lonely and inadequate.
I took a deep sigh and looked around the small bar. The barmaid was behind the bar drying a pyramid of glasses. A man sat slouched over at the bar his upper body lay on the bar he seemed to be out cold, I could see the clear, most likely alcoholic smelling drool leak from the corner of his mouth.
I turned my attention back to my wine.
“Hello there malady.” My eyes shot up.
A man stood over me, he looked to be at least 6 and a half feet , high above my 5 feet 7 inches. He wore what looked to be similar to the dress of a ranger, except it was too tight around his arms and chest area. I could clearly see the muscles under his shirt and I felt myself grow warm, it was most likely the alcohol but he was obviously very strong. My eyes travelled up to his face, warm tanned skin, deep brown hair, stubble lined along his chin mesmerizing deep brown almost black eyes. Those eyes stared at me intensely, as I looked into them I couldn’t decipher what the mind was thinking behind them. Those gorgeous intense eyes.
A smirk rested on his lips.
“May I join you?”
I nodded numbly and watched as he sat across from me at the table. There was something so enticingly handsome about this man I couldn’t put my finger on it. He had a pint of ale in his fist and what looked li
ke a messenger’s satchel on his other arm. He gave me a charming smile that made my heart flutter uncontrollably.
“I’m Raven, I’m a Ranger from the Northern Front, I’m just passing through, and who have I the pleasure of meeting?” His voice was deep and smooth.
My head rested in my hands as I listened to him. I stared longingly at his muscles under his shirt they looked hard to the touch, I had the sudden urge to run my fingers along the curves and feel the definition. My eyes glanced down to the part of his body concealed by the table. He’s a big strapping man who’s probably got a nice sizable cock. My mouth began to water and my clit twitched slightly.
“Not much of a conversationalist are you?” I turned my attention back to those eyes and my cheeks flushed deep red. A soft music was being played by a gypsy and a guitar in the opposite corner of the room. Why hadn’t I noticed her before? I guess being intoxicated diluted my senses.
“No matter, may I have this dance?” Raven stood and held out his hand to me. I took it, probably against my better judgement and stood. I was pulled close to him, flush to his body.
He enveloped me, he was so much bigger than myself it made me feel vulnerable but in a good way. He began caressing my neck softly with his large hands.
“I’m Violet by the way.” He smirked at me and lowered his mouth to my ear.
He whispered huskily in my ear. “I know.” Something went off in my brain that this was bad. Out of nowhere a sharp pain shot through my neck.
Everything went black.
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I awoke the next day to a large bump. I could immediately tell that I was stripped of all my clothing, my naked body was exposed to the outside air. I opened my eyes to find I was on the floor of wide black carriage. My head ached, I tried to speak and found that my mouth was gagged and no sound came from my mouth. I could feel the sharpness of the ropes binding my arms behind my back. I tried to sit from my laying position and found that my legs too were bound together. Had Raven kidnapped me and bound me like this? Could this be another erotic dream? I moaned involuntarily at the thought of the reasons for my bareness. What was going to happen to me? Why had he done this? I was starting to becoming frightened, yet….a part of me wanted to be with this strange man, in this strange carriage completely at his mercy.
The carriage came to a stop. The carriage door swung open and my head shot up to gaze at Raven. He stood there, looked me over then climbed into carriage. I felt a couple tears run down my face.
Raven looked different, menacing almost. He grabbed my chin.
“Let me see that gorgeous face.” I whimpered at the roughness.
“If you so much as dare to run away, or scream you will regret it very dearly.” He brushed his thumb over my cheek.
“You do as I say when I say.” He let go of my chin and lifted me up effortlessly and laid me down on the bench. He pulled a blanket over me.
I looked out the window and realized it was late night. He took my gag off.
“A peep out of you and this goes right back on.” Then he was gone and the carriage started moving again.
I sat there in silence listening to my own ragged breathing. On one hand this excited me to no end, and on the other why did he kidnap me? Where was he taking me to?
My body ached and I tried to shift in my binds as best I could to at least try and get some what comfortable on the cushioned bench. My arms were bent at such a strange angle, searing pain was shooting through my shoulders and down too where my elbows were tied together. After trying to get comfortable I gave up on that and just let tears fall freely.
As I lay there in the dark a thought occurred to me, what punishments would I endure if I tried to run away? Or I screamed? These are the wandering thoughts that lulled me to sleep.
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The next morning I was being awoken to Raven untying my binds on my legs and my arms. He led me by the elbow out of the carriage. He sat me down on the ground and handed me some bread and cheese. I took a timid bite and then another. He sat a little ways away from me and began to eat his own food. He seemed very unconcerned with the possibility that I could run away.
I took another bite and searched for my opening to run. We were in a clearing surrounded by tall trees. There was a small opening to my left that looked like a path. Raven stood to tend to the pinto pony that was pulling the carriage. I took it as my chance.
I scrambled to get up and I bolted. I only got about twenty feet before I felt myself being yanked back by my long blonde hair. I yelped at the searing pain. Raven pushed me to the ground and began binding my arms and feet back the way they were.
“Obviously I can’t trust you to STAY PUT!” He picked me up and slung me over his shoulder. He carried me back to the small clearing and sat on a stump. He stood me over him and pointed to his knees. Tears started streaming down my face, which was scraped. I stared at him in confusion.
“Get over here and bend over my knees.”
“No.” My voice was hoarse from being unused.
“Oh?” He grabbed my arm and pulled and I was bent over his knees, my ass sticking straight up in the air. I moaned involuntarily as I realized what was coming next.
I heard his hand before I felt the sting on my ass cheek. I cried out in pain that ended in a pleasured moan. He struck again only harder and it stung so much I whimpered again. My pussy was getting so wet and I knew he could tell. I felt the embarrassment as being punished turned me on. I gulped and endured it. He struck me a few more times and I could feel his hard on against my stomach through his pants. I was aroused that my entire surroundings were barely noticeable.
“You’re a little submissive slut aren’t you?”
I whimpered hoping just hoping to get a little more out of this. I didn’t answer him but if submissive was the word for these feelings then yes I was. He pulled my hair so I could see his face. I could see the lust in his eyes now, the dominance in his demeanor. I wanted the cock that I could feel on my stomach, inside of me so bad.
He stood me up and commanded me to get on the ground. With my arms behind my back it was difficult to not shove my own face in the dirt. I heard him digging around in his satchel and for some unknown reason I got excited. He stepped back some and I felt a sharp pain as something came in contact with my ass. I cried out quite loud in pain. Was that a whip? For animals? I moaned as my ass was assaulted again. I loved it. Oh god did I love it. Did I actually like pain that much? Or was it the fact that this gorgeous man was the one delivering it and I was completely under his command that made me act like a cat in heat?
He spun me on to my back and dropped the whip to the ground. He picked me up in strong arms and suddenly I felt warm, nice, and safe almost. He set me back in the carriage and just as we were about to leave again I blurted out a question.
“Why did you kidnap me?” He turned around to face me again and rubbed his forehead.
“I am going to be given a large sum of money for delivering you to a certain person, who really hates your father.”
I didn’t respond. Why should I? There’s no point in responding. Raven left the carriage again. I wanted more information but I didn’t know what to ask or how to ask it.
I sat in the back of the carriage as we went down a dirt road. I wondered if we had passed any towns, or even what part of the country we were in. I sat and pondered for a good while. It wasn’t long before I was watching the sun start to go down and it was becoming night once more.
The carriage stopped once again, I heard the horse neigh, I could feel the bite of a cold night start to work its way up my skin. The door to the carriage swung open and Raven stood there and he had no shirt. God damn he was absolutely gorgeous. His muscles were fantastically sculpted and he had chest hair between his pecks and down his stomach in a neat line. That’s when I realized he held a knife in his hand. My eye widened and on instinct I screamed as loud as I could. He growled and pocketed the knife. I could see the anger on his face. He put the gag back in my mout
h I struggled as best as I could trying to get away from him.
“You little harlet! I’m not going to cut you.” He pulled me out of the carriage again and carried me over to a fire where a block of cheese sat on a rock that looked like it had been cut into slices. I mentally slapped myself, well fuck, he wasn’t going to hurt me, he was going to feed me.
“I told you if you screamed you would be punished.” He sat me down on my knees, I whimpered in fear as I realized that I was going to get punished. He walked over to the fire, his skin shone brightly in the light. He took out his small dagger and stuck the tip of the blade in the fire. He was going to burn me! Oh god I didn’t want to be burned. I imagined the pain and I tried desperately to get out of my restraints, tears ran down my face like a waterfall. I had made a mistake, a huge horrible mistake I didn’t want to be burned I didn’t want to feel that pain.
He walked toward me with the blade glowing red. He grabbed my arm. My eyes were wide with fear. I watched in horror as he lowered the metal to my very erect nipple. The second it touched my tender flesh I screamed as loud as the gag would allow me, the pain was so agonizing I sobbed uncontrollably into the gag which was now soaked with my spit. He moved it over to the other one and repeated the process. I screamed again. This was not a good punishment this is not a punishment I thought that I would have wanted. But the longer the blade was on my nipple, I began to moan. What was wrong with me? Was I this much of a masochist?
