by Susan Sass
“Master, ever since I was a child coming into my own as a woman, I have wanted this day to come. But as much as I have looked for it, I have feared it just as much. I am afraid of what will happen. I fear the pain of becoming a woman and I fear that I will not be able to do things right. I want to be able to give pleasure and get pleasure if you deem it fit that I do so. Therefore, my Master, I want you to have me. I give you my heart, Mind, and body. I beg you to do with them what you will.”
For a moment, JD said nothing and just looked at the beautiful young woman. He felt his heart swell for his pet. JD reached over and took Aya’s hand. He led her to his bed and undressed her. He looked at her body and was amazed by the transformation of a few years. He marveled at how well she was built. Her breasts were good sized, but not too big. She had dark, pencil eraser nipples. Her stomach was flat and hard but not too muscular. Her sex was covered with a well trimmed patch of black hair. Her legs were long and well formed. He turned her around to look at an incredibly well shaped backside. He thought to himself that he didn’t deserve to have this beauty.
JD stood back as Aya undressed him. She did it with expert precision. As she removed each article of clothing, she folded it neatly and put it on the dresser or hung it on the valet in the corner. When she was done, she stood back in front of JD. She stood in the exact same spot she had left to put away his clothes. It was natural to her to do so. He had placed her there and she must stay there until he told her to do otherwise.
JD took her into his arms and laid her on the bed. He kissed her firmly. He probed her mouth with his tongue. They kissed for a long time. They roamed each other’s bodies with their hands. Aya started to relax in his arms and was starting to respond to JD’s touch. She gently rolled JD on to his back kissing and nibbling his neck. She worked her way down to his nipples. She looked at the hair on his chest and thought how much she liked the feel of it. She wondered why so many women were turned off by it. Aya just thought maybe it was her Master’s hair and she love him so she loved it. She parted the hair around his nipples and nipped and sucked on them. She heard JD give out with a small gasp as she did so. Aya s to herself and worked her way down to his sex. It was already rock hard. She took it into her hand and kissed the head. She opened her mouth and took it in. She had only done this once before when she was trained. The boy had a tiny cock compared to this. Aya swirled her tongue around the head and worked her way down the shaft as far as her mouth would let her. She took it in until it made her gag a little and she stopped there. JD moaned as Aya sucked and bobbed up and down on his cock. She cupped his full ball sack in her hand and gently squeezed. JD felt the familiar tingling in his balls and cock and new that he could not hold off much longer. He pulled Aya’s head up and her mouth off his cock. He had other plans for that first orgasm of the night. That was reserved for Aya’s pussy and nowhere else.
JD rolled Aya onto her back and spread her legs wide. He ran his tongue up and down her dripping sex. He relished in the flavor of her juices. It seemed to make him even harder. He found her clit and ran his tongue in circles around the sensitive nub. He nipped at it with his teeth. He listened to Aya’s moans and heard how they were becoming louder and more desperate sounding. When he knew she was almost to the point of no return, he ordered her to come. “Come for me,” JD commanded, “Give your Master his due and come now.”
With that command, Aya screamed as the first orgasm hit her. It was as if an atomic bomb went off in her head and body. She went completely ridged and then shook as if she was in an earth quake. JD moved back up her body, stopping to suck and nip at each of her nipples. She moaned and thrust her chest into his mouth. JD positioned himself between her legs and slipped the head of his cock into her cunt. He stayed there letting her get used to him.
“I ask you again, are you ready to be mine. This is your last chance to keep that which can never be given back.”
“Take me now, Master and make me a woman. I give it all to you.”
JD then thrust his hips forward driving his cock into Aya. He felt her tear and open for him. Aya gasped from the shock and pain. JD thrust into her until he could go no farther. He stayed still giving Aya time to get used to the invader inside of her. When he thought she had enough time to get used to him, he pulled back and began thrusting in and out of her slowly. Aya felt the pain being replaced by a building heat in her cunt. She knew she was lubricated enough to take him. She became frustrated at the speed he was using her and she wanted more. She knew the end result that could come.
“Please Master, give me more. Take me harder and make me yours.”
JD started to drive into her even harder. He could hear the slap of their bodies as he did so. Aya was moaning louder and louder. She was over the pain of the initial penetration and was getting close to her release. JD was right along with her. She begged JD to make her come. She begged to be allowed to come.
“Come now, my pet, and receive me into you.” JD whispered into her ear and with that they both exploded together. JD groaned and Aya screamed with the mutual orgasms. Then as soon as it started, it was over and they lay in each other’s arms. As the orgasm subsided, they drifted off to sleep, neither one moving, their breathing coming together at the same time.
As JD came back to the present, he thought that he would love to have Aya into the playroom for a night. Maybe he could do this before he finished breaking Faith. One thing he knew for sure was there was time for all. He was on his island and his time would always be his own. With that he left to make his daily rounds.
Chapter 26
As Aya told JD about her discovery that Faith was a virgin, she thought back to when he had taken hers. She could not quite remember when she realized the importance that she remain untouched, that she save this gift for her Master. Perhaps it had been while the old amah had been beating and screaming at her, berating her for being a bad girl and a whore. She remembered clearly being tied and brutally checked to see that her hymen remained intact and the old witch seemed almost angry that she was still unopened. It was like the old Amah had been hoping for this proof of Aya’s badness, hoping for one more reason to torture her.
When the Master had arrived and interrupted the old woman’s relentless blows, his voice calm but filled with rage, Aya had at first thought he would direct that anger at her. And then when he had struck the woman who had tormented her it had been like all the pain had flowed out of her body and had been replaced by something different. A tiny flame of hope had been lit in Aya’s battered heart. Here was someone who looked at her with eyes that held something other than hate and disdain.
JD had personally carried her in his arms to his house and treated her injuries, stripping and washing her bruised and battered body with his own hands, gently hushing her when she whimpered and flinched as he disinfected the cuts and scrapes. Each touch not only treated the injuries on her body, but also soothed the wounds in her spirit
JD had kept her by his side, showing her his island, talking to her about his vision and plans. Talking to her like he cared what she thought and valued her opinion. JD had insisted she call him Master and spoken to her of her duties. Aya had already been taught to kneel and speak respectfully but JD carefully refined those habits, carefully adjusting her posture, correcting her tone and coaching her to present herself in a positive and calm demeanor. His voice and hands were always gentle and patient. Each lesson taught Aya far more than the simple lesson on the surface. She learned that he cared how she presented herself to him and that fanned the flame in her heart. Aya found she became increasingly obsessed with achieving perfection, living for that soft light of approval in his eyes, that warm tone of praise she craved from her Master.
She remembered when she had first heard the sounds coming from the room. It had been night and she had woken to the sounds of screams. At first terrified, she had lain in her bed listening but then she had heard her Master’s voice shouting out but at the same time holding those same notes of joy a
nd approval she had become obsessed with. Softly she had crept toward the sounds, finding the door to the locked room standing open, she had stood in the open door transfixed by the sight of the nude woman bound and stretched, her body decorated with stripes of pain and her Master wielding a whip, beating the woman. The woman had screamed but her cries were cries of passion and pleading. She screamed but she screamed for more. And her Master had called out his encouragement to that woman, his voice loud and approving.
Aya found herself almost swooning with the rush of emotions. A flash of heat had lit between her legs so strong that she thought she would fall, and at the same time a wild flash of rage and jealousy so strong that she had cried out, “No!” thoughtless that she had somehow invaded something.
It was like everything had happened in slow motion after that. JD turned and his face was a bewildering Mix of rage and disappointment. His voice was low and quivering, “Aya, go to your room and remain there.” Aya had staggered back and then turned and fled.
She had lain there in her room, listening to the muffled sounds of pain and sex, tossed in a storm of feelings. She was terrified that JD would never forgive her. She was enraged that that woman had been the object of his attention. And she was wildly excited, her cunt was on fire and she found her hands pressed tightly against the mound between her legs, trying somehow to contain the growing fever of heat as she listened to the screams and groans echo through the quiet tropical night. Aya was no stranger to sexuality. She knew what they were doing. She knew about orgasms, she had discovered the trick of making her body explode with little rushes of pleasure many years before, but never had she felt this powerful rush of sexuality and it frightened her.
Aya lay in the dark long after the sounds quieted and then silence filled the house. Even when she heard him come to her door and stand there, she lay there with her eyes squeezed closed, feigning sleep. It was only when he sat down on the edge of her bed that she opened her eyes and lay there looking up into his face. She could smell the odor of his sweat and something else, something rich and compelling. Her Master’s voice had once again regained its soft patience. “Aya, you should not have seen that. It is too soon in your training. But what is done cannot be taken back. So I want you to lie quietly and listen, then you can ask any questions you want.”
JD took a deep breath. “Aya, I know you have been taught about sexuality. I am a man and I need to have sex. Sexuality comes in many forms. The sex I prefer was like what you saw tonight. If you do not understand, it can be pretty frightening and confusing. Basically I like tying up women and hurting them. The women I like to have sex with, like being tied up and hurt. The slaves I own are trained to enjoy this form of sex with me. I am careful not to injure them. It is a lot more complex than that but for now that is enough of an explanation. Do you have any questions?”
“Train me.”
“I am training you, Aya.”
She tried to sit up, struggling against his hands, trying to pull her nightgown off. “Hurt me. Have sex with me, not her.”
JD began to laugh. “Little girl, little Aya, you are not asking questions. You are giving me orders. And, little girl, you are far too young for me. You will have to ripen before I pick this fruit.”
“I hate her. Why her?”
“Little Aya, one of the lessons you must learn is that I am a man of appetites. I will always need many different women in my life. I would never be satisfied with just one. There will always be other women. You must learn that and accept that. There will be many women, but hopefully just one Aya.”
Aya stilled and his hands turned gently touching her face, stroking her hair and to Aya’s confusion she burst into tears. Reaching up and taking his hand she pressed her lips to it and whimpered, “I... I... need...” She did not have the words to describe the immensity of the thing growing inside her. Her body was literally vibrating and writhing on the bed.
JD gently turned her to lie face down on the bed and stroked her back, firmly rhythmically, his voice was soft and hypnotic, “I know. I know.” He gently took Aya’s hand and pushed it underneath her, “Little Aya, I cannot help you with this. You must sooth yourself. Touch yourself. Make yourself feel better.”
He could feel her whole body tense and shaking under his hand on her back. Aya was completely silent. The only sound was her short, gasping breaths and then a deep exhalation as she shuddered through her orgasm. JD spoke a single word as he felt the girl reach her climax, “Good.”
He stayed by her bed until she was asleep, thinking. Clearly he could not keep her here. The temptation to take the teenage girl now was almost more than he could resist. And he knew she would only become more irresistible as she grew older.
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BOOK 3
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 1
The smell of clean sheets dried in the sun. There was no better scent in the world. Faith’s mind rose up through layers of darkness and dreams. She had an early class, but lying in bed felt way too good to get up. She decided to just give herself five more minutes. She was still so sleepy.
But something wasn’t quite right. As Faith became more awake, she grew increasingly aware that her pelvic area and down between her legs was very cold, almost numb. The sunlight streaming in the windows shone red beneath her closed eyes. Too bright, Faith wanted to hide her face under her pillow and go back to sleep, but something wouldn’t let her. Her legs felt very heavy and when she tried to roll over onto her side, she couldn’t. Something was pinning down her arms. Her left arm was completely immobile and her right could reach no further than the center of her chest.
She moaned in protest. The sound of her voice seemed foreign to her. More like a strangled squeak than a moan. Great, if she was coming down with laryngitis, her director would kill her.
“She’s coming ‘round, Doctor.” A voice called. The melodious sound of it reminded Faith of tinkling bells.
“Very good, tiffany, I’ll be right there. Keep an eye on her.” A male voice answered from somewhere farther away. “Looks like you got here just at the right time.”
“Perfect.” A rich baritone spoke, replacing the tenor. There was an electronic squawk. “Pet, our sleeping beauty is waking up.”
Another squawk, “Coming right away.” The female voice on the handset sounded familiar. Where had Faith heard that voice before? Faith wanted to wake up, to see who was speaking, but her eyes wouldn’t open. Too sleepy. Just too sleepy.
“This one broke a lot earlier than expected.” The tenor commented.
“I know. The hole did it.” There was a note of pride the baritone’s answer. “Ingenious. I think I’ll have it shored up and save it for the future. How long until we can continue?”
“You know my rules,” The tenor said firmly. “No less than three days from the onset of shock. We’ll see after that. You may rule the rest of this island, my old friend, but in the Wing, my word is law.”
“After what Aya told me?” There was a chuckle. “You can’t blame me for being a
bit impatient, especially after you confirmed it.”
Memories of the past few days came rushing back to Faith. The cage… the beatings, pain, and humiliation… The huge guard that tried to kill her… The Nazi Bitch from Hell… The HOLE.
Faith felt panic rise up again. She tried to sit up, get up, flee, but she was pinned to the bed. Her eyes flew open and she screamed. Something caught in her voice and the scream came out as a wheezing whistle.
The blonde slave was on the bed in a flash, placing her soft hands on her shoulders, she gently pushed Faith back onto the pillows the bed, making soothing, shushing noises. Faith stared into tiffany’s big blue eyes as if they were an anchor and began to calm herself. At least she seemed a lot kinder than the other slave, Layla.
When Aya had ordered Layla to wash Faith, the slave had shown no outward signs of rebellion but once Aya stepped back, she began to scrub Faith’s bruised and battered body with a relish. At first, Faith had been too shocked by the cold water that poured from the garden hose to really notice. After being so hot, the icy torrent had immediately chilled her to the bone, causing her too shiver violently. Slave Layla had lingered over the deeper bruises and seemed to spend and inordinately long amount of time washing her breasts and crotch.