“Ah, my beautiful, willing, bride.” He laughed softly and sauntered to her side. “None has ever been so desirous of my bed.”
Slowly he let his gloved hand trace the side of her body, from her pinned arms to the swell of her breast, down to her waist, and lower. He slowly trailed from her thigh to her rear, caressing that as well, learning her curves. His other hand then came into play, and both began to mold over her body, as he stood behind her. He pressed himself against her dangling body, as she was helpless to his touch.
He cupped her breasts, still through her clothing, from behind. “I wonder if it's all an act? A brave face you put on to gain my favor?” His fingers traced even further down, to the hem of her short, white dress. Ever so slowly, he began to pull it up her thighs, revealing her body to his eyes.
Finally he was able to trace his fingertips to her warm sex. She felt the heat rise to her face. He laughed delightedly as he traced one fingertip down her dripping slit.
“No, no one is such an amazing actress. All honesty can be found, here. It would appear you truly do wish this.” A second finger joined the first and he separated her lips, probing at her entrance, only to come up short.
“What have we here?” He asked, his breath a mere whisper against her neck. “Have you kept yourself pure? For me?” He nuzzled her neck for a long moment, slowly running his fingertips against the unbroken membrane. “You needed have done so, I did not expect it.”
She spoke, her voice hoarse with excitement. “I've always wanted this. No other man could compare.”
“You are a foolish girl, my dear. But such a gift deserves a gift in return.”
He slowly began to massage her clit through his gloved fingertips.
Her body responded quickly, as she knew it would. How often had she dreamed of this man touching her, of his doing whatever sort of depraved fantasies he might indulge in. It didn't matter, she wanted to see it all. And to think, he would be concerned with her pleasure?
Soft whimpers escaped her throat. He kept the pressure going at her tiny pearl, while his other hand slowly moved to her breast. He fondled it roughly before finally taking his hand away from her clit, long enough to rip the dress in two down the front. Her breasts spilled out, and he was quick to grab them both, squeezing and pinching at her nipples.
She squirmed, trying to get away from the pleasure, which was quickly becoming too much. He simply laughed and pinned her down with an arm across her stomach, the other delving back between her legs. It kept her from swaying too much, as his ministrations kept up.
Finally, she could take no more. The dam burst, her body was overflowing with pleasure. As the first wave rushed across her body, at the point when she would stop, he forced her to take more. And so again she exploded, jerking against the restraints, while he redoubled his efforts to keep her still.
Again and again he pushed her over the edge, until she was begging for him to stop, that it was too much, that she was dehydrated. He merely whispered in her ear that she knew the incantation to bring a stop to this, to bring her back to her people. She need only voice that, and it would all stop.
She would not.
Finally, when she'd given up of ever coming down from this excitement, he abruptly pulled his gloved fingers from her exposed body. He jerked the rip in her dress the rest of the way apart, and it dangled, still held on by the sleeves, but leaving her nude body to his hungry eyes. He walked in front of her then, his eyes taking her whole body in before finally rising to meet hers. He was still fully clothed even his mask was over his mouth.
“I am going to claim you now, my dear.” He moved back behind her, jerking the dress up to her waist, revealing her rear to him. He squeezed it in gloved hands, and she could feel him adjusting himself behind her.
“Wait, can't I even see what it... what you... look like?” She asked. She wasn't sure if that was what she wanted, she'd always imagined that part of being taken by the Stranger was that she would see his face, if not his whole body.
He ignored her question. “This will hurt.”
With that, he thrust himself forward, splitting her hymen in one quick thrust.
She shrieked. It was the strangest feeling, not at all what she'd imagined. It was as if the bones in her groin had to widen, just to allow entry. Sex was a natural thing, was it not? But what he'd just done, filled her up so completely, that did not feel natural at all. She wished she could have seen it, before he thrust it inside!
“Ah, apologies my dear. I'm rather large, you see.” He pulled it out a bit, and thrust it in again, more of it pushing her apart. “And I've never taken a virgin before.” Again, he pulled out, again, the hard thrust, and more of her was split open.
“Seems rather cruel, really,” he began, as he gripped one of her breasts savagely. “Had you not wanted this so badly, I would never have taken you.” Once again, the thrust, this one even deeper than she could imagine. She cried out in pain, and he let his free hand slowly move to her swollen clit.
“But you wanted me. You wanted this.” The massive member slammed in, even deeper, but she still could not feel his balls. More still must remain outside of her.
“And I'm inclined to give you exactly what you want.” He lay still for a long moment, flexing the dick that was buried inside of her. She could feel his movements and she cried out, unable to believe something so big would actually fit.
As if sensing her predicament, he laughed. “Don't worry, I've never gotten it all in the first go. You'll just have to take part of it. Shame really, you are so wonderfully tight...”
With that, each gloved hand lay upon her waist. He easily picked her up, and slammed her back down onto his throbbing cock, over and over, while her hands were still bound above her head.
She didn't even know it was possible, after the orgasms he'd forced upon her, for her to finish again. But taking him, so much, knowing that for the first time in her life a man was inside her, the man she'd always wanted, the only man she'd ever wanted, it was more than she could stand. Her tunnel trembled, clutching him, trying to draw even more in, though it protested the size. Her body knew what she wanted.
Suddenly she released, her warm juices exploding all over his massive dick.
Though she'd shown him so many times that she wanted him, this absolute proof was more than his body could bear. He began to thrust in quickly, deeply, slamming himself into her tight virgin hole. If she hadn't been going so crazy over it, perhaps he might not have smashed himself into her to the hilt. But she was, and he decided to stop taking it so easy on her. Over and over he picked her up, and let gravity and the chain do their work, at least until gravity wasn't fast enough. Then, he increased the speed, pistoning himself in and out of her pure hole.
Finally, when the clutching of her inner muscles had become too much, he exploded, deep inside of her, at the entrance to her unprotected womb. Wave after wave of hot, sticky juices coated her most intimate parts, so hard and so fast that she could feel it warming her insides.
When he finished, he leaned against her heavily for a long moment, absently playing with her nipple. His voice was a hoarse whisper, when he finally found it.
“You understand, next time, I will not go so easy on you.”
A smile touched her lips, and she turned her eyes to him. He was everything she could have hoped for.
“I do hope not.”
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The Stranger #2
by
Claudia Balvenie
Copyright 2015.
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed or transmitted in any form or by any means without the prior written permission of the author.
CHAPTER 1
Heather awoke in the cold bedchamber, not quite certain how she'd arrived there. Her last memory was of being taken for the first time by the man of her wildest lusts, a man she knew only by the name “The Stranger”.
Every seven years, a young woman in her town was cho
sen to become his bride. In exchange, he kept the monsters from overrunning their village. The stories of what had happened before he arrived were horrifying. Many other villages had been wiped out by this plague of mutated creatures. After the fall of civilization, these monsters were the enemy of all humanity.
And the Stranger had untold multitudes of them under his control.
Had she known that he was their leader, perhaps she would not have allowed her depraved lusts to push her into this scenario. She had gamed the system, made certain that when the proper seven years had fallen, when she was twenty and ripe for the taking, that she was the only choice for the bride. No other would fight her on it, no other had ever been willing.
Since she had first lain eyes upon him, she had been in love with the Stranger.
He sat atop a nightmarish horse, with glowing orange eyes and a demonic glare. He wore only black, clad head to toe in the darkest leather. A simple cowboy hat graced his head, but his long black hair was unbound, flying in the wind just like his cloak. He cut a dashing figure.
She could not fathom why the other women were not jumping at the chance to be his bride. No, they believed the stories of the one madwoman who escaped his clutches. She had spread the tale of strange experiments that went on inside his dark castle, filled with monsters. Heather had dismissed these ravings, knowing that such insanity could not be true.
When he brought her to his castle, she had the first twinge of doubt. Then she saw the mutants, who ran freely about his halls. They were sentient, unlike those that had attacked her people so many times before. Indeed, to her dismay, everything she had seen backed up the escaped bride's story.
But then they were alone, in his warm bedchamber. She had saved herself for him, and he took her eagerly. So thrilled was she in his touch that she did not stop to wonder why he needed her bound and suspended from the ceiling as he did so.
Afterwards, she had passed out from the excitement. She was only now waking up, at some point having been laid in his massive bed. She'd been cleaned and stripped, though she did not remember either activity. She was nude, under some sort of animal skin, in the now cold bedchamber.
And she was not alone.
CHAPTER 2
She slowed her breathing, hoping her abrupt awakening did not alert the intruder. She had to keep the element of surprise, else...
Well, she wasn't sure else what. She was no fighter. She might get off a lucky shot, but truly, if anyone meant to hurt her, there was little enough that she could do. She had trusted her master would protect her.
She heard it, a second set of footsteps, further away from the bed. Then the merest whisper sounded, “Is she still out?”
A voice, frightening close to her pillow, answered. “Looks like. The master's drugs are working well.”
Drugs? While she might be sore from the evening prior, she was incredibly clear headed. Still, she wanted to know what was going on, why had the master sent these others into his bed chamber? Did he even know? Surely they were acting outside of his orders.
She felt a taloned hand pick up her wrist. Through force of will, she did not flinch. When he dropped it, she let it fall limply.
“She's out cold. Come on in boys, no need to keep it quiet.” The one nearest her said.
She could hear various rustling, and could count at least three different men, monster, or creatures, whatever they might be, as they filed into the bedroom. She kept her eyes closed, pretending to be as knocked out as they thought she was. Dimly she wondered why she was keeping up the pretense. Some sort of morbid curiosity, of course. What did they intend to do to her while they believed she was out? And why did her nether regions tighten at the thought?
One began tending to the hearth, as others spoke.
“Just remember what the Master said...”
“Yeah, yeah,” another dismissed him.
“No, seriously, if she says the incantation, if she stops the proceeding, we have to honor it.”
“When has that ever happened?”
“Still, just.. it could happen.”
“Look,” The deeper voice, the one closest to her, picked up her wrist again. He pushed his sharp talon into her skin, hard enough to draw blood. Somehow, she managed to keep from moving. “She isn't waking up. And if, in the unlikely scenario she does wake up, and she does stop us, then that's just what happens. We'll stop, and we will leave. It's her choice. But are you seriously going to give up your only chance to get some sweet human pussy cause.. what, you're scared?”
Her mind whirred. She was expected to service his creatures as well? The robed ones had threatened as much, but she'd never believed it. Still, if the Stranger wanted this, and he approved, then of course she would do it. Eagerly, even.
In fact part of her was curious as to exactly what they had up their sleeve.
“Well, you can't have her pussy..” the meek one started.
“It's a figure of speech, you dumb fuck.” She heard him sigh deeply, then grab her arm where he'd made the initial cut. Her blood welled up from the narrow cut, a drip slowly trickling out. She felt him draw it to his mouth and begin to suck, hard.
She did flinch then, but he seemed too intent on tasting her blood to have noticed. She felt unknown hands grabbing her other wrist, pulling it down from the other side of the bed. A second shallow cut was made, a second mouth began to taste her blood.
She heard moans from either side as they drank. Then she felt the bed move, as one climbed onto it, followed by a fourth that she did not even know was in the room. Slowly the two on the bed began to draw the covers from her body, causing goose flesh to rise. Her nipples hardened. She heard a whistle from one of the mouths at her wrist, a soft gasp of pleasure from another that knelt on the bed.
“I've never seen a human female before,” said one, cementing her belief that they were mutated creatures. She did want to know what they looked like, desperately, but did not want to break the spell that they seemed to be under. She wondered what men would do, left to their own devices. What did a man, even a creature like these, truly want out of a woman? What would they do if they thought she would never know?
But she would know, and it excited her. Yes, her heart belonged to the Stranger, but this is what he wanted, else, why would he have allowed them here?
She felt a talon touch her side, hesitantly. “She is so soft, her skin so smooth.” He began to trace his claw up her side, slowly, reverently. On her other side, the second one began to do the same, exploring her skin. While one had stopped drinking from her blood, and was slowly caressing her arm as the others touched her stomach, the final one instead began to tear at her skin, slowly opening the cut more so that he might drink further.
The flinch she could not stop from the pain would have gone unnoticed, had it not caused her breasts to jump. This drew their attention, and suddenly each of the ones on the bed devoted their full attention to her large chest. She felt their clawed fingers, dangerously sharp, as they mounded and squeezed her mammories. They were far rougher than she had expected, One cut and drew blood there, too. As quickly as it could well up, his mouth was on it, sucking it clean.
She suddenly felt a mouth upon her hardened nipple, a sensation she'd never experienced before. A soft moan escaped her lips, but none of the creatures seemed to notice. The strange lips were larger than a human's, taking a large portion of her breast into their mouth, the incredibly sharp teeth careful against her skin.
Even if she could reveal her ruse, now, she knew she was in a dangerous position. There were three intensely sharp pairs of teeth connected and four men of unknown strength surrounding her. Had she wished it to stop, she would have had to be careful. As it was, she could feel her inner walls tightening, curious as to how far they would go. She wanted only for this to continue.
The one who'd not been drinking her blood abandoned his post to move between her legs. He easily shoved them apart, staring between her legs at the place only the Stranger had ever been. S
he felt the clawed fingertips as he pulled her nether lips apart.
Her body, ravaged so recently, was already healing. When he began to run that talon down her most intimate of areas, she knew she was already dripping, excited at being used by these creatures for their most base desires. He began to slowly touch her clit with his sharp claw. She dare not move, the danger was so high.
She felt one of the fellows shove the other away and he moved to straddle her. He was heavy, heavier than she expected, perhaps nearing three hundred pounds. When he settled against her chest, he made no move to keep from letting his whole weight settle on her. It was suddenly difficult to breathe.
She felt the heavy weight of his dick as he dropped it between her breasts with a thud. The other two stopped what they were doing to watch.
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