by Ella Ford
“Oh god, more mistress, more!” she demanded. I grabbed her hair once again and pulled her head backwards, then raised my hand once more and brought it down on her ass without a pause this time, harder than before. Her eyes were clenched shut and she gasped louder as the pain hit her. Her ass was turning red by now, and I tenderly stroked the burning skin, causing her to shudder at the contrast of pain and pleasure. I dipped my fingers between her legs again to find her pussy to be dripping wet. I realised that she was enjoying receiving this as much as I was enjoying administering it. Some punishment, I thought to myself and raised my hand once more, pausing at the apex.
“You will thank your mistress, Summer,” and brought my hand down with a satisfying thwack.
“Oh yes! Thank you mistress, thank you!” she cried.
I thought that was quite enough punishment for now and ordered her to kneel beside me. She eased herself off my lap and winced as she lowered herself to her knees.
I looked at her once more, cocking my head to the side as I considered what to do next. My attention was suddenly drawn to Summer’s large bag on the other side of the room. The large canvas carryall had fallen open slightly and some of its contents had spilled out on to the floor beside it. One particular item caught my eye. I looked back to Summer and smiled at her warmly. She gazed back, a look of nervous apprehension on her pretty face. I touched my fingertips to her chin and lightly kissed her red lips.
“It’s time to get serious,” I purred.
Chapter 3: Domination
Distantly, I was aware that I was running on pure instinct now. Driven by my animalistic lusts and desires, fueled by the strange passion of the night. Something had changed in me in the last few hours and I’d given myself over completely to this new fire that burned within me. My focus was solely on Summer and her magnificent body. I wanted to use her in every way I could. I wanted to feel her tremble beneath my touch, kneel at my feet and worship me as her owner and master.
I couldn’t explain where this had come from. This was precisely the kind of mentality that I had abhorred earlier that very day, yet here I was, powered by a need to dominate. The contrast of this unexpected need and my once firmly held convictions thrilled me. The notion of releasing myself to my primal instincts excited me beyond anything I have felt before. It was exhilarating and I leaned into the compulsions with all my heart.
Leaving Summer kneeling by the sofa, I returned to the bathroom, hurriedly gathering what I needed. The red ribbon that had been tied around Summer’s neck and my discarded panties. I headed back into the main room and dropped my supplies onto the sofa. I could feel the blonde’s eyes on me, studying me for an indication of what I intended to do next. Her face was an intoxicating mixture of excitement and nervous apprehension. I paused, deciding that she didn’t need to know what was coming.
“Put the blindfold back on and kneel on the floor,” I ordered. She moved without a single pause, returning to the bed to recover the lacy black blindfold and putting it on. Not for the first time that night, I felt a rush of satisfaction at how malleable she was, how she would obey my every instruction.
Satisfied, I turned to the bag by the wall. Apparently, Summer had been sent here fully equipped for a night of pleasure. Her bag contained clothes and makeup paraphernalia, but also a number of colorful sex toys. These had spilled onto the floor and were scattered here and there, a grotesque selection of ribbed and textured columns of varying lengths and shapes. I studied the collection, looking for something in particular and finally found it. A sizable strap-on dildo with a black leather harness. It was eight inches long and flesh coloured, moulded into the shape of a cock. Perfect.
I felt possessed now. Some sleeping beast had been awakened within me and it was in charge of my actions. This driving force now wanted only one thing: to fuck summer.
I moved over to where she kneeled and roughly grabbed her hair. She squealed in surprise but didn’t move her arms from behind her back. I pulled her up to her feet and marched her over to the bed, then pushed her forward until her lower legs struck the padded base and she toppled forwards onto the mattress. Before she could recover, I grabbed her hips and pulled her backwards so that her upper body was on the bed but her knees were on the floor. She allowed herself to be thrown around and manipulated, surrendering to me in every way.
I left her here and returned to the sofa to retrieve the ribbon and the panties. I paused here and looked back to where Summer bent over the bed. Her arms were still folded behind her back and her ass was high and exposed, still slightly pink from the earlier spanking; her pussy was fully visible, the neat lips coated with a glistening wetness that signalled her arousal. I felt my pulse quicken as I gazed at my prone submissive. My spirit sang with an almost indescribable lust. The girl before me was mine, she belonged to me, I possessed her in mind and body, and could do precisely what I wanted. I gathered my things and picked up the enormous strap-on, and returned to the bed.
I hopped up beside her and knelt by her body. She was breathing quickly, the anticipation evident on her face. I lightly brushed my nails across her shoulders, enjoying the way she shivered at my touch. Then I grabbed her arms and pinned them together on the flat of her back. With my other hand, I threaded the red ribbon around her wrists multiple times then tied the ends together in a tight knot. Summer struggled against the binding to test its limits, but found her arms completely secured.
“Nearly done,” I said pleasantly, stroking her soft blonde hair, “just one more thing.” I grabbed her hair and turned her head to face me. “Open your mouth,” I commanded. She obeyed dutifully, parting her glistening red lips wide. I paused for a tantalising few seconds, then took my bunched up panties and stuffed them in her mouth.
She squirmed at this new sensation and moaned a muffled cry, but soon relaxed and lay her head down on the bed.
“Good girl,” I purred and stroked the back of her neck.
“Mmph mmph, mmph mmph,” she responded.
Satisfied that she was ready, I stood from the bed and stepped into the harness of the strap-on. The intricate contraption fastened around my waist and had a cord that ran between my legs to hold the rigid rod in place. As I tightened the straps, I felt the cord tighten on my pussy. I gasped as I realised how sensitive I was down there. Every time I moved, the bulbous appendage swung before me and the straps shifted on my vagina, sending ripples of pleasure up and down my spine.
I gripped my plastic cock in my hands and prowled around the room, never taking my eyes off Summer. I felt like a hunter, stalking my prey and wished to prolong the tension of the moment. I wanted Summer to be quivering with anticipation, unsure what I intended to do with her. I wanted her to surrender all control to me, to accept that I dictated the pace, that I would fuck her at precisely the time that I wanted and no sooner.
The girl was breathing quickly now through her nose. Her fingers clenched and unclenched behind her, gripping at nothing to release the tension that was building in her muscles. Her back arched on the bed, pushing her ass up and outwards, offering her pussy to me.
I moved to stand behind her and fell to my knees between her parted legs. She sensed my closeness and shifted slightly back to meet me. I slapped her lightly on her ass cheek with the flat of my palm.
“Did I say move?” I snapped as her body recoiled from me.
“Mmph, mmph mmph,” she replied.
I tenderly caressed her thighs and her ass, scratching my long nails on her soft skin and causing her to shudder at my touch. My wandering fingers finally found their way to her exposed pussy and plunged into the intricate folds of her labia. She moaned a muffled cry as I touched her lips, raising her head off the bed.
She was soaking wet down there and my fingers met no resistance as they rubbed back and forth, squeezing and massaging her clit between my digits. I found myself drawing closer to her pussy, enticed forwards by the intoxicating scent of her desire. It filled my nose and throat, a thick and rich aroma that d
efied description by was intolerably arousing. Suddenly, I had to taste her, to take her sex in my mouth and devour all that she could give.
I leaned forward until I was inches from her pussy and used my fingers to part her lips, exposing the pink flesh within and the gathered knot of her clitoris. Gingerly, I teased my tongue across it and Summer gasped with surprise. My first taste of a woman was electrifying. Her subtle musk, the soft wetness of her on my tongue. I surged with desire, hungry for more and plunged my face forwards to eat her with furious intensity. I lapped at her, drawing my tongue the full length of her labia to her tight hole. I forced my tongue into her, noting the subtle change in taste. I pulled her lips and clitoris into my mouth, sucking on her as she moaned beneath me. I wanted to lose myself here, to dive deeper and deeper into her until the outside world was but a memory and I drowned in the deep ocean of her lust. But I recovered myself before I lost control and pulled my head back.
It was time to give her my cock. I shuffled forwards into position and teased the end of the dildo against her dripping lips. She gasped as the cold plastic touched her throbbing mound. She tried to pull back towards the bed, but I grabbed her hips and locked her in position. For an eternity, I teased the cock against her pussy. I lingered around her entrance and relished the way her body tensed in anticipation, but then alway pulled myself back until she moaned with frustration.
I ventured to her ass, spreading the wetness from her pussy into her crack to moisten my passage. I nudged gently forward, pushing the end of the cock against her asshole with no real conviction. She tensed again, balling her hands into fists and clenching her eyes shut. I laughed and pulled the dildo back, “Maybe later dear.”
I returned to her pussy and finally pushed forwards into her hole. She exhaled loudly as the length filled her completely. I gripped her hips with both hands and penetrated her as far as I dared, then reversed my stroke and pulled the cock out of her completely. She gasped in frustration.
“Beg for it, Summer,” I purred, stroking her ass cheeks tenderly.
“Mmph, mmph mmph,” she said, her meaning clear.
I entered her again, this time with more purpose, thrusting forward until I felt her tense beneath me. I pulled back and repeated the stroke. Summer’s body now writhed on the cock. Her wrists twisted against the soft material of the ribbon, but the binding held fast. Her head was thrown back and the muscles in her neck bulged as I pistoned the rod into and out of her.
I reached forward, and grabbed her hair, pulling her head back towards me roughly. Oh god, this felt good. To have this young girl impaled on me, to fuck her until she moaned with pleasure, to hold her hair in my hands and ride her hard. I felt an intense feeling of power, a surge of invigorating desire that coursed through my body and lit up every sense. I felt the strap-on harness move against my own pussy, tight and firm, squeezing my clit and matching the rhythm of my strokes into Summer.
My pace quickened, a desperate urge to intensify my own pleasure driving my thrusts into the girl before me. She moaned now, the panties still muffled her cries but the intent was clear. She wanted me to give her the release of climax, to drill her until an orgasm washed over her helpless body. This thrilled me, the feeling of control and domination was total. I was the one who dictated Summer’s pleasure, she was a slave to my whims, her satisfaction a gift from me.
I realised that I was pounding her quicker than ever. Her body was like a ragdoll, limp on my cock and at the mercy of its relentless rhythm. Her breathing suddenly quickened; short, sharp gasps from her nose. She tensed her body as the climax built within her. I watched on, hypnotised by the sight of a woman’s orgasm developing before my very eyes.
Summer struggled in my grasp, pulling her hair away from me. Her mouth fell open and the panties dropped to the bed. She cried out, “Oh mistress! Harder! Harder!” and I granted her wish. She screamed out with ecstasy, her body bucking under the unrelenting penetrations. Then, finally, her whole body went rigid. Her fingers stretched out, her legs kicked out and her back arched until I thought she might snap her spine. She moaned, laughter mixed in with the cries of pleasure.
Then finally, the orgasm left her. Her body collapsed to the bed, limp and shivering, my cock still deep within her. I slowly pulled out of her, causing her to shudder as it left her body.
I stood and gazed over my work. Summer’s exhausted body remained motionless, arms still tied behind her back, head resting on the cool bedsheet. Her eyes were closed and her face was a perfect picture of fulfilled contentment. Her hair clung to her cheeks and neck in sweaty curls, completing this tableau of sexual gratification. I found myself wondering how many more orgasms this girl could take. How many could she give?
I glanced at the clock beside the bed. The night was still young.
Epilogue
I stepped through the entrance to The Kneeling Girl club and nodded a greeting to the doorman. He scurried forward and offered to take my coat. I shrugged it off my shoulders and allowed him to catch it and place it in the cloakroom. I looked around, the familiar sights and sounds of the Vegas club washing over me and causing a tingle of anticipation. I headed off into the interior, drinking in the heady atmosphere of decadence that the place exuded from every corner.
The club was dark and opulent, dark wood panelling covered the walls and every piece of furniture was draped in leather and rich velvet. The club’s patrons mingled around the place, sipping expensive drinks and discussing matters of clear importance. Here and there, a slave girl stood. Some girls were serving drinks, some were simply waiting to be selected. All wore identical black stockings and heels, their hair arranged in high ponytails that exposed their slender necks.
I paused before one of the girls and pinched her nipple. “Thank you, mistress,” the cute brunette gasped. I smiled at her and continued on.
In the club’s drawing room, I noticed Tony, the manager. He caught my eye and waved, heading over to talk with me.
“Welcome back Miss Lacey, should I let Mr Martinelli know that you’ve arrived?” the elderly man asked. His voice was kind and friendly. I liked Tony, he seemed genuine and I knew he treated the girls well.
“Thank you Tony, but that won’t be necessary. I’m here for pleasure, not business tonight.”
Tony nodded his approval. “Will you be requiring Summer tonight Miss Lacey, I’m sure she’s around somewhere.”
I paused and considered this. “Actually, tonight Tony, I feel like something a little different.” I glanced around the room and noticed two girls standing together by the fire. Both girls were brunette and petite. Their severe hair styles and makeup made them look very similar. In a dim light, you would be forgiven for thinking they were twins. They both had looks of sweet innocence about them, a nervous trepidation, anticipating what the night would bring.
I raised a manicured finger in their direction. “Could you have have those two brought to the Playroom in fifteen minutes please Tony,” I purred, “I’ll need a few moments to get ready.”
THE END
Taken By The General
by Ella Ford
Prologue
The midday sun shone dappled light through the dark leaves of the olive grove. The air was heavy with the acrid stench of burning crops and sang with the distant sound of fevered battle. Kate looked around, momentarily disoriented. She was naked and in a raised kneeling position, her hands folded behind her head. She turned to look around, confused but not distressed. A dim part of her realized that this was not real, that she was dreaming. The same dream that she had known since her teenage years, and possibly long before that.
The harsh smoke stung her eyes and the ground on which she knelt was rough and uncomfortable. Yet she felt a rightness here, a sense of belonging. She briefly considered attempting to stand, but a strange inertia compelled her to remain kneeling.
Beside her was another figure, another woman, mirrored in the same pose. Kate blinked to clear the tears welling in her eyes, but found it im
possible to focus clearly on her companion’s face. She opened her mouth to speak, but was unable to produce any sound. She turned her head away and focused attention on herself.
Blinking her eyes again, she looked downwards, never once shifting out of the kneeling position. Gazing over her naked form, Kate felt a sudden rush of vertigo as she realized that this body was not her own. Instead of her own pale skin, she saw dark, Mediterranean coloring. Where she expected a trimmed tuft of wispy blonde hair, instead she saw a unkempt, dark patch. Her breasts, normally full and curved, were smaller and pert. She regained composure and took stock. None of this felt wrong, she realized.
She was suddenly aware of a figure behind her. A strong, masculine figure that carried a presence that she did not need to see to be aware of. She longed to turn her head, but instinctively realized that she must continue to face forward. In the distance, the sound of the battle continued, the relentless beat of war drums describing a chaos that Kate felt remote and disconnected from.
A voice spoke though she could not understand the words. She realized that the looming figure behind her was issuing a command. Without thinking, she leaned forwards onto her hands and parted her legs, exposing herself to the entity. She glanced to her side and found her kneeling companion was doing the same. Kate looked forwards and felt a heat rise from her breasts, a flush of anticipation and fear. She was consumed with a longing that she could not explain, she only knew that this was her place, that this was her destiny.
The distant drums rose to a thronging crescendo as Kate felt strong hands grip her hips and pull her backwards. She didn’t resist, she didn’t want to resist. The pounding drumbeat became a thunderous cacophony…
Chapter 1
The storm raged against the gothic windows of Kate Shaw’s office in the museum, a long roll of distant thunder rousing her from the light sleep. She must have dozed off, she realized, rubbing her neck and shoulders. She struggled to remember the dream, but already the feeling of warmth and comfort was faded and intangible.