by S. J. Lewis
“I will try, Master.” Her voice quavered from nervousness and arousal. She was on the bare mattress in her room…well, her cell. The side of her face was pressed into the mattress. All she could see was the blank wall. She was naked, as she had been kept for days, and Greg had secured her very carefully for the approaching moment. Her wrists were bound to her ankles with long, wide strips of cloth. Her back was deeply arched, her knees spread, her ass held up in the air, vulnerable, open to invasion. Any kind of invasion.
She felt him applying more lubricant, spreading it around with his fingers, and she shivered. The last and biggest training plug was embedded up her ass, as it had been for the past hour or so, stretching her, widening her for him. She tried to concentrate on relaxing the appropriate muscles, but it was difficult. Her body kept trembling in anticipation.
His fingers strayed to her exposed pussy, caressing it. The touch was light, but she couldn’t help jerking as if he’d used a whip.
“Easy, easy…” He stroked her back. “You’re very, very wet, Elf-Girl.”
“I am a very bad girl, Master,” she smiled. “I am your slave.”
“Yes, indeed, you are very bad,” he chuckled. “And I am a very lucky man.”
She felt him put his hands on her hips and move up close behind her. She shut her eyes, expecting him to pull out the training plug, but instead he began thrusting himself between her pussy lips…and then deeper. She groaned. With the plug still in place and her body contorted like this, it was very, very, very intense. She felt wonderfully female and submissive.
Slow, slow thrusts…she felt him going in, in, in, and then withdrawing. She whimpered. Was he teasing her? Probably. She loved it. She wished that this could go on forever.
He fucked her slowly for some little while until she was quivering and moaning happily. Then she felt him withdraw almost completely, leaving just the head of his cock inside of her. She felt him withdrawing the plug…slowly…
“Master?” she whimpered.
“Yes, Kim?”
“I…I am very nervous…”
“I know. I can feel you trembling. Do you want me to stop?”
“No, Master…but…may I…”
“What is it?”
“May I…sing as you enter me? As you use me? It will help me to…relax.”
“Sing if you can, my little Elf-Girl.” His hands clamped down on her upturned hips again and she felt him at her anus…thrusting…slowly…carefully. She began to sing, her voice high and tremulous until the head of his cock was fully into her, when she had to shriek. He paused, and after a few gasping breaths, she began to sing again. When he heard that, he began thrusting himself in deeper, still slowly, until she had to shriek again.
It didn’t hurt, exactly, but it did feel as if she was being slowly impaled and filled. She panted, gulped and renewed her singing. He leaned into her, going deeper. She shrieked again, feeling herself begin to sweat. It went on…he went on.
“Aaaahhhhhh,” she heard him groan at last. “You’re very tight. Very tight. Sing, Elf-Girl.”
“Yes, Master,” she panted. She gulped in a lungful of air and started the short little song all over again from the beginning. She was just about to repeat it for the third time when she felt him tighten his grip on her hips and begin to move. She held her scream for as long as she could. When she finally had to let it go, she, and Greg, and the whole world went roaring away into a blackness shot through with thundering red flashes.
Chapter Seventeen
“We should be taking off soon, Miss,” the flight attendant said. “Some of the passengers are a bit late, and we’re waiting for them.”
“That’s fine.” Kimberley nodded. “I’m in no hurry.”
The attendant smiled and nodded and walked away to notify the other passengers of the slight delay. Kimberley turned back to the window. Across the tarmac she could see the small control tower and passenger terminal. Beyond them obscured by the haze, she could see some of the taller buildings of Gordburg. She sighed. She sighed again and smiled at her faint reflection in the window. She didn’t really want to leave here, since it meant leaving Greg…but it really was time for her to go. She still had a job and responsibilities in the real world. So did Greg. He’d be leaving here later today, but he had come with her to the little airport to see her off. They’d hugged and kissed and talked for a bit, and he had surprised her with a bouquet of roses. It was on the seat next to her now, and it would stay there unless and until somebody really needed that seat.
She wasn’t wearing her nose ring. It was safely tucked away in the pocket of her blouse, right next to her heart.
Barbara would be leaving here tomorrow, claiming that she needed one more day to recover. Maybe she did. She’d told Kimberley that she’d been captured by a gang that had used her “like a cheap whore” for two days before selling her, and that she’d been bought at auction by a man who did very terrible and very erotic and exciting things to her. She’d said all of that with a tired but self-satisfied smile. If she even suspected that Kimberley had deliberately abandoned her out in the woods that night, she gave no sign of it. She seemed to have thoroughly enjoyed herself, and Kimberley was glad for her. Still, she was going to keep an eye on Barbara for a while after she got back. Just in case.
A man boarded the plane, taking a seat up front. The next person to board was a young woman who took a seat right in front of Kimberley’s and then apparently went right to sleep. How many more were they waiting for?
Kimberley settled into her seat a little more comfortably. It wasn’t easy, because her bottom was thoroughly sore. Her smile grew a little wistful. She had dared many things as Elf-Girl, and she had accomplished everything she had set out to do. And then, having done that, she found that there was still one more thing that she wanted to achieve, something more important than everything she had done so far.
She did not know if there were any rules against people who met in Gordburg arranging to meet each other when they were back out in the real world. Nothing had been said to her about it one way or the other. Knowing the strange way that the place was run she decided that might be only because she had not asked about it directly. Well, it was too late to ask about it now.
Two more men boarded the plane, looking tired and rumpled. They shuffled to the rear and flopped down in adjacent seats.
She had wanted to ask Greg to contact her, but she could not bring herself to do that. While she was with him, she found herself far too deeply immersed in her role as his slave to bring it up. The words just would not come, even after her original time had been up and she was with him on her own time.
The flight attendant pulled shut the hatch of the small plane, secured it and took a seat. Kimberley heard first one engine and then the other come to life. There was a chiming noise. She saw the “Fasten Seatbelts” sign come on. She fastened her seatbelt after nudging the young woman sitting in front of her awake and pointing to the sign.
The plane began to move slowly, taxiing to the end of the runway.
So…she had sung to him, starting when he had her trussed up like a Thanksgiving turkey and was about to use her ass. It was a very short, very simple song: La-la-LA, La-la-LA, La-la-LA-la.
That was it: Ten notes. But it had been the words to those notes that were important.
The plane came to the end of the runway and swung around to face eastwards. The sound of the engines grew and grew.
Ten notes, ten numbers. She sang them to him often, but not constantly. She smiled to herself again. Sometimes she couldn’t sing because her mouth was full. She knew he heard her. She was sure that he knew what she meant, but he never gave her a sign that he did.
The plane began to move, picking up speed. Soon they would be airborne and she would be on her way home, back to her apartment, her colleagues, and her life.
Then, last night…she was in his bed with him, naked but neither collared nor bound, enjoying the feeling of being held in his arms
, knowing that they were not going to fuck tonight, but instead make love, with her free to move and respond however she wanted. Knowing that this was her last night here had made the experience sharply bittersweet.
She felt the tail of the plane lift. A moment later, the wheels came up off the ground and the plane began to climb.
And Greg, holding her close in the dark and kissing her, had put his lips next to her ear, and in a low, rumbling voice had sung the same ten notes with their ten numbers back to her.
Kimberley, lately Elf-Girl, closed her eyes, leaned back and sighed happily. Yes, indeed, he had got it. He knew her phone number. And she knew that he would call.
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