Slave Jade by Claire Thompson

man pushed himself between her legs. He pulled his shorts down and repositioned himself on top of her, the head of his cock pushing insistently at her opening.
    Lisa screamed as he pressed himself against her and then into her. Her cries were muffled by his mouth on hers as he entered her, tearing flesh rigid with fear. This can’t be happening. Oh god, please don’t let this happen. He’s hurting me. Oh, it hurts. Please, no. No, no, no…
    Mercifully he came fast, jerking spasmodically against her, moaning loudly. He flopped against her, his head now between her breasts, where he could no doubt hear the pounding of her heart.
    “Please,” she whimpered, “Please.” Too distraught to even finish the plea, she broke down, crying in ragged sobs.
    He rolled off her. Stretching out next to her, he stroked her cheek. Lisa jerked her head away. “Hey,” he said. “Stop crying. Come on. Stop it.” His voice held an edge of impatience. Lisa tried to stop her whimpers. She still, she reminded herself, wasn’t dead.
    “I’m sorry, angel. I didn’t mean to claim you with my cock so soon. I was going to give you time to adjust to your situation as my slave girl. It’s your own fault. You’re so fucking hot, naked and chained up, your lovely body waiting for my gift. I had no choice. I really should punish you for making me rush into it like that.” He smoothed her hair away from her face, lightly kissing her tear-stained cheek.
    “No matter, though. I forgive you. We have all the time in the world to make it right. Now, stop your crying. You’re ruining your lovely face.” Lisa cried harder, again finding the gentleness after the brutal rape all the more frightening; more proof that the man was out of his mind.
    Finally sheer exhaustion stilled Lisa's cries. The man lay quietly beside her, idly stroking her breasts. His fingers trailed upward along one arm. Lisa couldn’t feel his touch. Alarmed into speech, she said in a panicked voice, “My arms are numb.”
    The man looked up at her chained wrists as if he’d only just noticed she was bound. “You've been chained there pretty long. I guess I’d better let your arms down so we don't do permanent damage. Would you like that, Lisa? Should I let you down?”
    Lisa nodded, desperately wanting her arms released, though wary of what might follow. He knelt up beside her, his spent cock brushing her breast. She closed her eyes, turning her head toward the wall.
    “Now when I let your arms down, don't try anything stupid. There is no escape from here. We're in a secluded place far from the city and there's nowhere for you to run. If you try to escape, I have a gun, and as much as I would hate to use it, you would leave me no choice. So promise me you’ll be a good girl. Do you promise?”
    “Yes,” Lisa whispered.
    “Yes, what?”
    “Yes, sir,” she managed.
    With a satisfied nod, he leaned close to the cuffs, using the small key on a chain around his neck to unlock them. Lisa’s arms fell heavily to her sides. She cried out in dismay and fear as she tried but was unable to move them.
    “Don't worry,” the man soothed. “They're just asleep. Awkward position to be in for so many hours. I'll massage the blood back into them. It might tingle as the circulation returns. Just lie still.”
    And what choice had she, as he slowly moved his hands up and down her arms, as he had done with her legs and feet. Her pussy was burning from the forced entry, and her bladder was now so full that she felt a sharp pain in her groin. Need forced her next words, “Please. I really need to go to the bathroom.” She pleaded with her eyes.
    “Please what? Have you forgotten how you are to address me? At all times, you are to call me Master or Sir. You are to use that address to begin or end your questions or statements. Am I clear on this?”
    “Yes, sir,” Lisa whispered. Silently she vowed never to call him Master, no matter what happened. He would never merit that title,