She said nothing. 'It's all just part of how he makes things happen. He's probably watching us right now, waiting for me to scream out for help or something. Well I won't give in. I'll take this as far as he wants. He'll give in I just know he will!'
"Well then I guess I'll have to find out for myself if you're worth it." He unzipped her coat and pulled her shirt out of her pants and felt her up. He massaged her tits and pulled on her nipples. "You like that bitch? Is it getting you horny like you were in the back of the car? I was watching your finger between your legs. Are you getting wetter now with me here feeling your tits?"
She faked a yawn and tried to seem unconcerned. 'Yep any minute now Master will come to my rescue and send this guy on his way.' The driver was infuriated at her lack of concern for her predicament.
"Bored are you. Well then let's see if we can create some more excitement for you." He undid the button on her jeans and was making his way to her zipper when she slapped his hand away. Every time he made a move for her zipper she slapped his hand away.
"First couple of hits are free you bitch. Now you pay." He caught her hand as she swatted at him and finally succeeded in lowering her zipper. 'Master you better get here quick before I knee your little accomplice in the nuts. Stupid fuck!'
She was spun around and was now facing the wall. As her attacker tried to put his hand into her panties she used her ass as a weapon and backed into him hard, catching him squarely in the nuts. This just made him madder and he smacked her hard on the ass. This caught her by surprise and she jumped. Taking his opportunity he pulled her pants down to her knees. She hit him with her ass again, this time catching him in the chest. He jerked her hard away from the wall and looped a hand around her waist and carried her over to a nearby bench. He sat down and laid her across his lap. 'Ok this has gone too far! Where is that prick? He promised me I would be all right. I've had just about enough of this shit.' she thought.
As if reading her thoughts the Miramax fuck said, 'If you're waiting for your friend to show up and save you, don't. I was supposed to take you to a bar but when I saw you playing with your little pussy I thought maybe I should just keep you for myself."
Those words left her with a sinking feeling in her stomach. "Let me go you bastard and take me to my Master!" she screamed.
"Oh so he's your Master is he. Well guess what I'm your fucking Master now and your first lessons going to be not to give me any shit you little slut."
She was fighting to get off his lap now but he held his arm across her back and used a handful of her hair to push her head down towards the floor. She managed to pull the blindfold from her eyes and after a few seconds could once again see. But all she could see was the smooth tile floor. She tried to squirm off his lap onto her feet but his hold on her hair kept her in check. All she could do was hit his leg with her elbow. 'He's gonna have one hell of a bruise on that leg.' she thought to herself. With his other hand he began to rain down blows on her ass.
"Every time you hit me, I hit you plus you get another ten for trying to bag me with your ass."
Nicole didn't know how many times she had struck him or how many times he had struck her but her ass was on fire.
"Are you done wailing on my leg yet?" he asked. She said nothing and he smacked her ass a few more times.
"Please stop I wont hit you anymore."
"Well I'm not done with this pretty ass of yours yet. You still owe me ten and your going to count them off for me. Nice and loud and if you fuck it up then we start again. Understand?"
She whimpered and nodded. "There is one other thing, and don't fight me on this. This time it's going to be on your bare ass." Getting spanked was one thing, she actually liked that, but letting him see her bare ass and seeing the effect it was having on her pussy was out of the question as far as she was concerned. As he was pulling her panties down she grabbed and held onto them.
"I told you not to interfere you little bitch so now we do it the hard way." He pulled her hand away and then pulled hard on her panties. He pulled on the back of them, pulling them tighter into her already wet crotch until there was a loud ripping sound. Her useless panties were thrown to the ground. Now her reddened ass was fully exposed to his lecherous gaze. He ran the palm of his hand over her ass cheeks making them hotter than they already were. There was no way he couldn't have noticed the wetness of her pussy but he didn't say anything about it.
"Ok now don't forget to count off the strokes I give you and if you fuck up we start at one again." Then came the first slap. It landed right in the middle her left cheek, harder than the previous ones had been.
"One." she said.
The next landed on the right side with equal force. "Two." The next landed right in between the others. "Three." The next two were in rapid succession, landing right at the sensitive area where her thigh and ass met. "Four five." With every slap he gave her, her legs drifted slightly farther apart. His hand landed on her ass with his fingers ending up lightly striking her pussy lips.
"Ahhhhh five ahhhhh six ahhhhh seven. Please stop I cant take any more." He ran his middle finger up and down her wet slit a few times and said
"Look on the bright side you only have three more to go." The last three were harder than all the others had been. Nicole was fighting back tears by the time she said "TEN!"
Her pussy was literally dripping on him now and it did not go unnoticed. He thrust two fingers into her cunt and began to fuck her with them, hard and fast. Her breathing was very labored.
"Oh god don't stop. I'm so close to cumming. Please make me cum." she whimpered. He took his fingers out of her and pulled her to her feet by her hair.
"Step out of your jeans and don't try to turn around slut." He continued to hold her by the hair as she did as she was told. Using his free hand he undid his pants and pushed them down to his knees.
He took his cock in his hand and ran it all over her red ass as well as over her sopping wet pussy. She tried to rub her clit but he jerked her head back and told her to stop. He sat back down and pulled her onto his lap. She looked down and saw it poking up between her legs. She used her thumb and ran it over the head of his cock. It was slippery with his precum. He took her tits in his hands and pinched her nipples till she was moaning. "You want my cock inside you slut? Do you want me to fuck you till you cum all over me? Tell me slut, what do you want."
"Yes please put it in me. I need you to fuck me till I cum." He pulled up on her tits, just hard enough for her to get the idea. "Put my cock into your cunt now!" he growled at her. She put him at the entrance to her wet hole and promptly sat down on him. HARD. He undid her bra as she rose and fell on his cock. He twisted her nipples between his thumb and forefingers. Every time she ground herself onto his cock she could feel the sting in her ass and his hands on her tits was all that she needed to send her rocketing towards an orgasm. She cried out in pleasure and planted herself firmly on his cock and remained there for a bit. After she had calmed down some he told her to get up and without looking back at him to get on all fours on the bench.
He let go of her hair and was surprised at how fast she moved into position. She reached between her legs and spread the lips of her pussy wide for him. "Get that cock back inside me and fuck me hard!" Her voice was demanding but he didn't need any encouragement. He took his position behind her, thrust his hard cock back into her greedy cunt and gave her what she was begging for. A good hard fuck. He put his hands on her tits and used them to pull her back onto him. He didn't really need to as she was fucking him back just as hard as he was fucking her. Her ass was starting to glow less so he let go of her tits and began slapping her on the ass, although not as hard as before.
"I have two more things for you to do my little slut. One is to rub your clit while I fuck you but don't cum until I'm ready." She did as she was told and started to rub her clit.
"What's the other thing?" she asked. "Turn your head around and look at me while I fuck the hell out
of your tight little cunt."
She turned her head and was shocked when she clearly saw where she was. She was in the train station. Glass windows all around her. There were people sitting in their cars waiting for the next train to arrive, watching them. She looked back at the man's face for the first time. It was Master fucking her. She rubbed her clit harder and clenched her pussy tighter around his cock.
"Come inside me now Master I can't hold back I'm cumming." She kept her eyes on his as she started to cum. His hands were clenching her ass tightly as he pounded into her. Then she felt him cumming inside her.
She heard the power locks unlock and the drivers' door open and close as he came around to help her out. He opened her door and took her right hand in his and his left hand was on her back.
"Watch your head." was all he said. She got out of the cab and stood there. It had all been so vivid and real. So real in fact, there was a wet spot on her pants. Not that she could see it with her blindfold on. The driver took the money from her hand. The bill didn't rip. She stood there as the cab driver got in and drove away.
"Hello Nicole you can take off your blindfold now." a voice said. She took it off and looked at the man in front of her. It was Master smiling at her. Her wet spot got a little larger and it did not go unnoticed.
Enlightening of Sarah
She glanced into the rearview mirror like she was taught. Nope, nobody driving too close to the car… as they sped into Indiana from the Ohio Turnpike. She glanced over at her passenger, The Professor, and saw that his eyes were closed. Though Sarah knew that doesn’t mean he was asleep. The Snake’s Eyes could be closed but that doesn’t mean they aren’t waiting for their next meal. She sighed softly and looked back onto the road in front of her. The yellow strips skipping under her headlights. She pushed the tape of Pink Floyd’s Wish You Were Here into the tape deck and glanced back at The Professor, hoping he was asleep and wouldn’t hear the music being played. She hummed along softly, looking at the signs as they passed – wondering why they were traveling into Indiana. However, she learned not to question The Prof – learned to follow his word and the word of the Great Lord Set. She frowned softly once more, why did he find me? Why was I Chosen? Blessed? I wonder what made him choose me to worship the Holy One… Sarah’s thoughts begin to drift to her past. She didn’t see the slim hand of her passenger slide over and gently with a soft click turn off the radio and slide back into his jacket; never once opening his eyes.
Sarah Thomas never had an easy life. It began on a cold November morning 1954 in New York City. Her parents, Edna & John Thomas lived in the Bronx. They already had two other children, both boys, which they adored so by the time Sarah came along – well, she was more of a burden than a blessing. Sarah was a pretty little girl though – her mother gave her that much and also tried dolling her up much to Sarah’s dismay. Sarah had thick auburn/brown hair streaked by the sunlight, peaches n’ cream skin with a dab of freckles and blue eyes that would change light to dark depending on her mood. As she grew up she got ignored by her parents and beaten up by her brothers until she learned how and where to kick/punch a boy, they stopped hurting her after a couple incidents. The only time Sarah ever felt safe and happy was when she went to Sunday Mass. Looking up at all the beautiful stained glass, hearing the Priest speak of the Lord with such Love and Devotion. She knew even then, at the small age of eight as she sat in the pews that she would be a nun, missionary or something as the servant of God. Sarah begged her parents to send her to Catholic School as well as for her to become a full-fledged member of the Catholic Church by gaining her first Communion. Edna and John just wanted her to shut up so they finally relented and sent her to Catholic School. She dove right into the education, learning everything about the Catholic religion and the Lord. The day she found out she couldn’t become a priest or even an altar boy, she screamed and sobbed as she knelt at the altar asking God why?
She jerked her head up slightly, remembering the crying – smirking to herself at her childish stupidity. She glanced at the road sign – still a ways to go until they reached South Bend. She frowned as she realized the car was quiet – like a tomb quiet. She smirks and looks down at the radio seeing it WAS turned off by probably the Professor. She yawned softly, not really tired – just bored. She hits the accelerator and picks up speed, reaching over cautiously to turn the music on before noticing a slit of a golden eye watching her – observing her. She suddenly frowned, stopping her movement and moves back to her thoughts and seat… nevermind the music; she didn’t want to make him angry – not now – not on the road of deserted farms. She sighed gently, thinking once more about the past…
Around age fifteen is when Sarah began to lose alittle of her faith in God. Her father, the drunk he had become, would come home after work and beat her mother OR Sarah with the belt if something wasn’t done correctly. Her mother mostly tried to shift the blame onto Sarah in some way. Sarah learned to take a beating with loud crying, with tears. Her brothers weren’t much help either, leering at her in a not so Christian way, but really there wasn’t much she could say to them without getting the backside of her father’s hand Sarah began to wonder why God would allow something like this to happen? To her, his faithful servant? Was this God’s Will? If so he could shove it. She began to grow tired of the Lord, skipping classes and even Mass. The Sisters, The Priests and of course now the angry words and painful beatings from her parents were the way of convincing her to go back. However, she didn’t step foot again in her old church. Finally, right before her sixteenth birthday she had enough of it all, the beatings, the anger; all of it. Late at night, she packed a small bag of her clothing and snuck out – running away from what she thought was unhealthy and would probably kill her in the long run. Her parents wouldn’t report her missing, they didn’t care – one less mouth to feed. November 1969, Sarah was on her own for real. She went down into Central Park on the next couple of nights – moving around the groups of hippies who seemed to welcome her with open arms. At first she was afraid, but a motherly lady came along and pulled her into a tunnel shelter, hugging her, as it started to rain. The lady explained that they weren’t sinners like everyone thought – far from it. They believed highly in God Almighty and that Sarah should forgive God about what had happened… not all of God’s followers were kind. Sarah liked the lady, named Star, from that instant and stayed on with the hippie commune. At first she helped them panhandle or she would spend her days in a small church, praying to God for a sign… then things started to happen. Sarah would snuggle against Star when it was time to bed down for the night but noticed strange people showing up. They take the hand of a male or female hippie and walk with them into the dim lit park. The hippie, maybe twenty minutes late would stumble back with a bag of pot or a couple hits of LSD. Sarah began to wonder who these strange people were…
Sarah shivered gently, remembering those cool nights with the Hippie Commune. Those strange people and now she knew who and what they were. She reached over, turning down the heating in the car – not that it would affect her now but she didn’t need the windows streaming up – not at this time. She glanced over at the clock, 1:46 am blinking softly in the dark interior of the car. She needed air, needed a bite to eat. Sarah clicked on the turn signal, easing the car over into the rest area – spotting semi’s… Perfect… She pulled the car up slowly, putting it into park and turning off the engine. Sarah looked over at her companion, frowning, “ I need a bite to eat…” Silence only answered her back. She sighed and unbuckled her seatbelt, slid out of the car and shut the door. She pretended to move into the ladies bathroom. As she stepped out – she moved not to her car but around to the semi’s quietly. She sighed, thinking most of the men were asleep by now until she heard, “Psst…” She jerked her head; a dark smile slides upon her face. Remember the last time you heard that Sarah? She smirked and moved slowly into the darkened park area.
Many nights she wondered what was going on in the darkened areas
of the park. Sarah questioned Star about it and only got a smile and a You’ll See When You’re Ready speech. Sarah began to love the hippie life – praying to God, fulfilling her mind with his glory. This one hippie friend of Star’s finally got Sarah to drop acid while she sat and prayed. Sarah thought, as she tripped, that God was talking to her, through her. She began to use LSD and pot to enhance her prayer mediations. She enjoyed the sensation she was getting along with the feeling she was reaching and moving onto a higher plain. As days turned into nights and nights into days – Sarah began to wonder who was God really? The strange people kept returning, sometimes speaking of God. And a couple times the hippies they went with never returned. Star started telling Sarah about this great place, this temple where they were all going to go as soon as Sarah was willing. God was there and he would show Sarah the way. Sarah smiled happily, knowing Star wouldn’t let anything happen to her. That night finally came a month later – Star took Sarah by the hand and led her through the alleys to this backdoor area where men and women alike were all standing and moving inside. Once inside they started to remove their clothing as people dressed in robes gently took them. The servants informed them that all of the people would need to take off all their clothing, bathed, scented, adorned and fed until they were full, then the ceremony would begin. Sarah frowned gently, whimpering to Star. Star only smiled and slid a hit of acid onto Sarah’s tongue, telling her it was now time she became a woman of The God. Sarah felt the drug take over her body, a soft careless smile came across Sarah’s face as a servant came to them, helped them both undress and led them to the bathing room. Sarah’s whole body and hair was cleaned as she thought of what Star said of God. The servants spoke a strange language or maybe that was just the drug making her trip. As the servant had said before – Sarah was cleaned, scented, adorned with jewels and fed as much food as she wanted. Star patted and comforted Sarah as she drifted in and out of her drug hazed world. Sarah looked to Star, trying to find the right words to ask who was this God she spoke about. Star pushed her fingers against Sarah’s lips – The Bell Tolled – calling them onto the ceremony of the Great God. Sarah stood up, dizzy – something must have been in the wine. She walked slowly behind Star, looking up at the stone room. The designs of weird men, designs of snakes, and the word “Set” spray-painted on the archway. Sarah frowned gently and stopped following. In the dark hallway she heard someone calling her name, golden orbs watched her PSST… She glances over at the two golden balls and followed them into the darkness.
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