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Alice yelped, squirming helplessly against her harness as the crop fell. Tears were already gleaming in her eyes, and her round ass was striped red. Her new master had a heavy hand.
“I told you to stand straight.” Knight’s voice was cool behind her. She could almost hear the smile on his lips.
“Yes Master,” she said quickly, straightening and bowing her head. As usual, the word ‘Master’ burned on her tongue. Shame and desire were fighting a fierce battle inside her – a lifetime of trying to be the best at everything made it so hard to give up, be a slave to this creature. But she didn’t have a choice.
The butter-soft leather tip of the crop traced the lush curve of her ass, bringing a flush to her cheeks. She shivered. Her nipples were standing erect in the cool air of the drawing room.
“I suppose I won’t drink from you today,” his voice had turned black with displeasure, “there are limits to your little body, and I drank too deep this past week.” The crop trailed over her hip, fluttered over her belly as delicate and unnerving as a moth’s wing. It took all her strength not to twitch as Knight circled her to stand in front. His eyes roved over her exposed body, taking in pert breasts, the golden tangle of hair, the gleaming red ribbon tied around her throat.
“But oh how I want your blood, Alice. You’ll have to try doubly hard to please me - I think I’m in the mood to beat you tonight.”
To make his point, the crop cracked hard over her breast. That soft leather snapped cruelly over her nipple, feeling as sharp as wire. A scream tore from her lungs.
“Y… yes master,” even to her own ears her voice sounded thin and afraid. She stared at the floor like a proper slave, bowing her head. Yet something about the way he treated her made heat course through her treacherous cunt, leaking dampness down her thighs.
“Come suck me.”
Oh how she wanted to. She knelt and crawled to him, until his rigid cock pressed against her pink lips. Salty pre already glistened at the tip. She lapped at it eagerly, staring up at him to see whether it pleased him. It definitely seemed to – Knight’s head was tilted back, he groaned low in his throat. His cock almost seared her tongue. He must have already fed on blood that night.
“Good girl. Deep now.” His hand closed over the back of her head and he forced her down hard onto his cock. She squeaked in surprise, her tongue curling around the shaft, stroking the tender point just under the head. The too-hot, too-thick rod rammed against the back of her throat until she almost gagged. Soon he was fucking her mouth hard, growling like an animal with each stroke.
His cock was so big that sometimes she couldn’t stop herself from pulling away, gagging. When she did there was the whistle of the crop and the bright blossom of pain across her back or her ass, until soon she tried as she could to take him deep in her throat.
Alice had become desperate to please her Master over the last few days.
After she’d been broken he’d taught her that kneeling was her natural position, and it did feel so natural to try to serve him. It was a slaves place to have her holes filled by her Master. The threat of a whipping was just that little extra incentive. His cock throbbed heavily in her mouth as she plunged down over it. The rock hard shaft tugged deliciously at her damp lips. Being used like this made her flush red with embarrassment, but as her thighs slid over each other she could feel them becoming sticky with her liquid arousal. She couldn’t help imagining what this thick cock would feel like surging into her cunt. His scent rushed headily through her nostrils as her nose bumped against him – clean, male musk.
Knight looked down to see her eyes eagerly fixed on him, and he moaned, tugging hard at her hair. His cock pulsed in her wet mouth, spurting a hot dash of cum against the back of her throat. Alice flinched in
Snap .
Alice yelped, squirming helplessly against her harness as the crop fell. Tears were already gleaming in her eyes, and her round ass was striped red. Her new master had a heavy hand.
“I told you to stand straight.” Knight’s voice was cool behind her. She could almost hear the smile on his lips.
“Yes Master,” she said quickly, straightening and bowing her head. As usual, the word ‘Master’ burned on her tongue. Shame and desire were fighting a fierce battle inside her – a lifetime of trying to be the best at everything made it so hard to give up, be a slave to this creature. But she didn’t have a choice.
The butter-soft leather tip of the crop traced the lush curve of her ass, bringing a flush to her cheeks. She shivered. Her nipples were standing erect in the cool air of the drawing room.
“I suppose I won’t drink from you today,” his voice had turned black with displeasure, “there are limits to your little body, and I drank too deep this past week.” The crop trailed over her hip, fluttered over her belly as delicate and unnerving as a moth’s wing. It took all her strength not to twitch as Knight circled her to stand in front. His eyes roved over her exposed body, taking in pert breasts, the golden tangle of hair, the gleaming red ribbon tied around her throat.
“But oh how I want your blood, Alice. You’ll have to try doubly hard to please me - I think I’m in the mood to beat you tonight.”
To make his point, the crop cracked hard over her breast. That soft leather snapped cruelly over her nipple, feeling as sharp as wire. A scream tore from her lungs.
“Y… yes master,” even to her own ears her voice sounded thin and afraid. She stared at the floor like a proper slave, bowing her head. Yet something about the way he treated her made heat course through her treacherous cunt, leaking dampness down her thighs.
“Come suck me.”
Oh how she wanted to. She knelt and crawled to him, until his rigid cock pressed against her pink lips. Salty pre already glistened at the tip. She lapped at it eagerly, staring up at him to see whether it pleased him. It definitely seemed to – Knight’s head was tilted back, he groaned low in his throat. His cock almost seared her tongue. He must have already fed on blood that night.
“Good girl. Deep now.” His hand closed over the back of her head and he forced her down hard onto his cock. She squeaked in surprise, her tongue curling around the shaft, stroking the tender point just under the head. The too-hot, too-thick rod rammed against the back of her throat until she almost gagged. Soon he was fucking her mouth hard, growling like an animal with each stroke.
His cock was so big that sometimes she couldn’t stop herself from pulling away, gagging. When she did there was the whistle of the crop and the bright blossom of pain across her back or her ass, until soon she tried as she could to take him deep in her throat.
Alice had become desperate to please her Master over the last few days.
After she’d been broken he’d taught her that kneeling was her natural position, and it did feel so natural to try to serve him. It was a slaves place to have her holes filled by her Master. The threat of a whipping was just that little extra incentive. His cock throbbed heavily in her mouth as she plunged down over it. The rock hard shaft tugged deliciously at her damp lips. Being used like this made her flush red with embarrassment, but as her thighs slid over each other she could feel them becoming sticky with her liquid arousal. She couldn’t help imagining what this thick cock would feel like surging into her cunt. His scent rushed headily through her nostrils as her nose bumped against him – clean, male musk.
Knight looked down to see her eyes eagerly fixed on him, and he moaned, tugging hard at her hair. His cock pulsed in her wet mouth, spurting a hot dash of cum against the back of her throat. Alice flinched in
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