The cold November rain pounded off my flesh like a million needles piercing my skin as I ran through the dark streets fleeing the terrible fate that threatened to consume me.
My feet and legs felt as if they would fall off…I had to stop but there would be nowhere to go, that he wouldn’t find me. My only hope was to find somewhere that I couldn’t be seen and try to catch my breath.
I could hear his voice echoing in my brain “YOU ARE MINE.” It rang over and over again looping through my head and tapping song against my temples, making it so painful I could barely breathe.
I have always been powerless to resist him, but now…the thought of giving up everything and everyone I have ever cherished in my life is too terrible to face.
Suddenly a tall dark figure appears in the distance walking through the mist and I know without a doubt it is him. My heart stills in my chest as I stop in my tracks almost falling to the ground from the sudden loss of momentum. His eyes are piercing into my soul and I feel as if the very breath is being squeezed out of my chest.
He bellows to me again the anger radiating through my whole body as he fills my thoughts. “You will not hide from me little one.” In my heart I know he speaks the truth but I cannot allow myself to go to him, I quickly change directions and run across the street heading into the park.
His rage pierces a sharp spike, into my brain and I scream the feeling so intense I cannot move. I bend over at the waist grabbing my head as if my brain will squeeze out through my ears. Then he is there, picking me up as if I weigh nothing he throws me over his shoulder, and walks out of the park towards his house.
My body sways with every stride and I feel as if I will be sick, but he cares not. I know punishment awaits me and my heart beats faster as I fear for not only my life but my soul.
The house looms large in front of us with pure menace rolling out of every door and window. My fear spikes when I see that instead of going on the front he is bringing me around the back towards the dark cellar and his favorite room…my biggest nightmare. The pain in my head increases until I can no longer take it and feel myself slipping into darkness.
The feel of leather cascading down my back greets me as I slowly feel myself coming back into consciousness. I am bent over the vinyl-covered table my arms secured to the chains in the floor and my face pressed into the top. My feet are held with shackles to its legs and I know without a doubt there will be no escape.
I am still not fully awake when the first-strike falls hard against my back, and, let out a squeak in shock. When the next blow falls it is harder and I bite my lip knowing that he does not wish me to make a sound.
The long tails bite into my flesh over and over again never hitting the same place twice. The blows so fierce I know he must be drawing blood. Sweat blossoms over my skin and despite the pain I can feel my body reacting to his punishment as a hot gush of fluid sparks to my core.
While his assault continues my mind escapes the pain as I look back on just how I came to be here.
My tale starts innocently enough on Halloween night as I walked from door-to-door trick or treating with my niece. Maura was seven and still at that age when Halloween was pure fun and innocent. She had yet to discover monsters can be all too real and if you let your guard down for the briefest of seconds they will get you.
The home had always somehow drawn me to it, the large Victorian frame with a black wrought iron fence standing out in sharp contrast to the 50’s style bungalows that surrounded it.
The gate had never been opened on Halloween, in all my 20 years I do not recall it ever having been open at all, and, before I could stop her Maura was running up the long path leading to the front door.
I called to her but she continued forward as if she never heard me, and I followed behind feeling a sudden chill as I approached the front porch knowing in my gut that nothing but trouble waited there.
I heard Maura speaking to someone and when I stepped up to the door my breath caught in my throat. The man standing there was overpowering in every sense of the word. He was very large with broad shoulders eclipsing the light coming through the doorway, and his deep timbering voice sounded like music carried on the wind.
I was completely transfixed by him and unaware of anything until I felt a sharp tug on my sleeve. I looked down to find Maura staring up at me and smiled. Dimly I had heard him ask my name but I was so captivated that I was temporarily unable to speak.
I looked into his eyes, which were a piercing gray and had me drowning in them. Angel I recall telling him, not recognizing my own voice as his gaze burned straight through my body, and I suddenly felt very exposed.
The skimpy Elvira dress was very inappropriate for trick or treating but I had a party to go to and no time to change so I wrapped a shawl around myself and took Maura out. A cold wind fell against my back and I wrapped the shawl tighter around myself watching his eyes darken as I covered my exposed chest.
There was a dark menace in his gaze and somehow I knew the fact that I had covered my cleavage was the source of his disapproval. Chills ran up my spine and I suddenly felt very afraid.
I took Maura by the hand, and thanked the man for the treat he had given her, then as we turned to walk away his hand latched onto my arm in a vice like grip and when my eyes meet his they were glowing red.
Before I could protest his hands spanned my throat and I felt cold metal touching my skin. “My gift to you,” his words weren’t spoken but I felt them, and when I looked down to see what had been fastened around my neck I gasped.
It was a blood red ruby resting just above my breasts and surrounded by brilliant diamonds. The chain was black and not any metal I recognized. I turned to face him wanting to say something but when I looked up Maura and I were standing back on the street in front of the gate which was closed.
Terrified I rushed Maura back to her house and when I got into the bathroom I looked at myself in the mirror. The necklace was beautiful and must have been worth a fortune. Deciding that I could never accept such an extravagant gift. I reached around feeling for the clasp.
My hands ran along the length of the chain over and over again and I was still not able to find any way to remove it. Checking my watch I saw that there was, time to return it and still make the party. Taking a deep breath, I decided to head back to his house. No one would give a gift like that without wanting something in return, and I was deathly afraid of what that something might be.
The gate swung, open as I approached almost as if I were expected and I looked around unable to see anyone. Swallowing hard I made my way up the path and my heart stopped as I heard the gate slam shut behind me.
Forcing myself to move forward I approached the door and when I found it open I called out not wanting to intrude, but when there was no answer I put one foot inside feeling a cold rush of air as if I had crossed over some barrier into the unknown.
“I am in the library.” The voice filled my thoughts and I moved forward almost powerless to resist. The door slammed shut behind me and I barely registered it as I kept moving.
My feet barely touched the floor and I felt as if I was gliding through the doorway into the immense library. He rose to his feet as I entered the room and suddenly the large room felt very small.
A hard blow forced me out of my memories and I was unable to keep myself from screaming in pain. My back felt like ground meat and I knew that if he struck me again I wouldn’t be able to stop screaming.
Tears streamed down my face as the pain hit me in waves, and I couldn’t seem to catch my breath. “YOU ARE MINE.” His voice sounded again in my mind and I shuddered as his warm hand touched my skin.
He then grabbed my hips bruising them in his grip as he drove his entire length into my exposed ass ripping into me with bruit force causing me to scream again. He pounded into me over and over until I could no longer scream and just surrendered to the pain knowing that he wouldn’t stop no matter how much pain I was in.
The table shook with the force of his momentum and I felt as if the wood might splinter beneath me. Blackness enveloped me once again and I could feel myself drifting away.
I settled into the large chair in front of the fireplace sighing as the warmth of the room spread into my body.
I told him that I could not accept such a gift, from a total stranger and he told me that I was no stranger to him, that he had watched me for years and knew this was the right time for me finally to join him. Chills went up my spine knowing without a doubt that he spoke the truth. There had been something about him that was both familiar yet terrifying all at once.
His powerful arms suddenly wrapped around me lifting me out of the chair and crushing my body to his as he closed his lips over mine. I gave into his will moving my lips against his while he carried me through his home.
When I realized we were moving I tried to protest but it was no use…fighting him was like trying to fight the wind, no matter how much you try it will still touch you.
He brought me into the basement setting me on my feet and giving me a chance to look around. I gasped as I took in everything, it was a torture chamber; in every corner there was some device and they were all designed for one specific purpose…to inflict pain.
“I have been waiting for you.” His voice filled my mind as he forced me into a corner. Before I knew what was happening he clamped two manacles around my wrists and with just a thought raised my arms in the air high enough to cause me pain. I rose up onto my toes in the hope of escaping it, ignoring my legs as they screamed in protest.
He stepped away from me so that I could see him completely then before my eyes his body began to change. Where he had been large before he became even more so growing at least another two feet in height and several inches in width, his eyes grew red and skin began to glow a fiery orange.
I gasped at the sight of him, and felt helpless as he walked closer to me. Eyeing my body as a lion would view prey his hands twisted into sharp claws and slashed at me. I screamed in fear and closed my eyes knowing for sure that he was going to kill me. Cold air then moved over my skin, and I could feel my nipples puckering.
I opened my eyes in fright and saw that he had shredded the clothes from my body leaving me completely naked and hopelessly exposed. He told me that I was his now, the necklace was his mark, the sign of his possession and would never be removed. Anyone who saw it would become instantly afraid and have no idea why.
He whispered into my mind telling me all the things he would do with me, the many ways he would posses my body, telling me that if I submit to his will I would not be hurt. Somehow without him saying I knew that if I didn’t I would get to know every devise in the chamber very well and fear them all.
Testing my arms and knowing the weight of the chains I knew there would be no escape, I had always been told that if you are in a situation that seems hopeless go along maybe an opportunity for escape will present itself, so I gave up the fight.
He sensed my surrender instantly praising me for my wisdom as he stepped into my body placing his hands against my breasts and making my skin feel warm. His touch burned me as if his body was full of fire and I had stepped too close.
Flames licked at my flesh dancing over my skin making me burn with something I had never felt before. I hung limply in my restraints the strength draining from my legs weak from the effort of staying on my toes.
He knew that I was pure untouched by any man and he reveled in it telling me how I would beg him to take me before long. His mouth clamped over one nipple sucking it hard as he nipped it with his teeth and I moaned despite of myself feeling a rush of hot liquid between my legs.
He inhaled deeply and removed his mouth from my breast long enough to sneer at me telling me he can smell my arousal and he knew I would be the perfect pet for him the moment he saw me.
He became bolder running his hands down my body and delving between my legs causing me to gasp when his hand found the small nub of desire hidden there. The scent of singed hair filled my nose and suddenly I felt as if I was on fire in the most sensitive area of my body.
I struggled to back away from his hand and he laughed at me taking pleasure in my discomfort. The burning sensation stopped and I felt his hand touch me again feeling a totally new sensation as the hair had been completely burned away.
A sharp slap across my breast causes me regain myself and when I look up I find that I have been moved. I am no longer bent over the table but now spread eagle against the wall. He stalks around the room before me, his anger so thick it touches my skin searing my flesh.
His red eyes bore into mine and I feel the weight of what I have done crashing down on me. I know that I am his, there has never been any escape and yet I still tried to run. Tears begin to flow unchecked down my face, and when he steps closer to me I try desperately not to flinch, fearing what action might be taken next.
“Who am I?” His question fills my head and I look at him with clouded eyes. When the answer doesn’t come immediately he pulls on the necklace around my neck as he put his face right in front of mine.
“Who am I?” I swallow hard knowing that once this answer passes my lips I will be forever changed. Looking into his eyes I speak the word I know he wants to hear. “Master”
A savage cry escapes his lips as he lunges forward lifting my legs breaking the chains that held them as he impales me on his shaft thrusting hard and fast. I know that his stamina is unending and he will not stop until he is fully satisfied so once again my mind drifts to that first night.
“You are mine now”, he spoke into my brain and it wasn’t until later that I found out I was branded with his mark. It covered my mound and no hair would ever grow there again.
I felt my body responding to him and I found myself wanting more, his touch was igniting a flame in me I had never felt and I liked it. He stepped away from me walking through the room and I took a moment to look at his body. He was all bulging muscle and looked like hot steel as his strong steps carried him away.
When he turned to face me for the first time I got a glimpse of the enormous shaft, jutting out proudly between his legs and I gasped. He was enormous, long and wide. I felt moisture begin to flow down my leg as I thought about trying to take his monster cock into my body and he smelt it. Smiling he gave me a glimpse of his sharp teeth for the first time.
“Like what you see little one?” I nodded yes before I realized that I had and felt his hand wrap around the back of my neck his claws biting into my skin as he devoured my mouth bruising me with his intensity causing me to moan.
Feeling exited by his strength and power and even at my helplessness. I struggled against my bonds wanting to touch him and hold him to me as his lips devoured my skin. Sensing my thoughts my arms were released from the chains and I clutched him to me, holding the back of his head while his mouth roamed over my body.
He lifted my legs and wrapped them around him groaning when my wetness came into contact with his flesh. I could feel his hard cock resting against my thigh and it burned me with its power. All at once I found myself flat on my back laid out across a table as he positioned himself at my small opening and prepared to thrust.
I looked between my spread thighs seeing his immense length as it approached my untouched opening and my fear returned. I shook my head knowing that his huge member would never fit into my body.
“Please no, it is too big.” My voice sounded so weak and I felt tears spring to my eyes. He continued to move forward undaunted and soon I felt his shaft begin to move through the lips of my pussy and as his tip began to enter me I felt myself begin to stretch around him.
He moved with small thrusts inching farther and farther inside me with each one and the more he buried himself inside the more I felt as if I will be ripped in half. Soon he reached the barrier of my innocence and with one furious thrust he broke through it causing me to scream.
The pain was so intense I felt as if I would pass out, it seemed like an eternity as he continued slowly to fill me with his entire length and once he was buried to the hilt he held himself still. Willing me to look between my spread thighs at his length buried completely inside me.
I moaned deeply at the sight. My lips were stretched so far around his shaft that I just stared unable to believe that I had taken all of him. When he began to pull out of me I groaned as I felt every pulsing vein of his cock. He began a slow rhythm driving himself in and out of my body and once I had accommodated his size he started to pound into me causing me to gasp with every strong thrust.
I watched transfixed still amazed at how I could take his large size into my body and how it felt so good. He thrust harder and faster causing me to spiral into on unending orgasm as I realized that I liked having my body used by him. He didn’t care if I was in pain or if I was uncomfortable I was for his pleasure and I found something exiting in that.
He took all of me that night capturing my virginity, and my soul, binding me to him. He was not of this world born of something dark and evil. It had been nearly a month since that night and I spent every day at his mercy. Powerless to resist his advances and unable to keep myself from giving into him.
A powerful orgasm ripped through my body as he pulled his length out of me, my arms are freed and I am forced onto the ground after having my body brutally used by him over and over again. He forces his cock into my mouth and I devour it sucking strongly relishing in the taste and feel of it in my mouth.
I am devouring his length running my tongue over it when he forces his entire cock into my throat and comes hard causing me to gag as I try to swallow stream after stream of his burning cum.
It seems like forever as he continues to jerk in my mouth and I start to feel like I will pass out if he doesn’t remove his length from my throat. Sensing my distress he pulls his cock out of me, and I slump to the ground feeling as if all my bones have melted out of my body.
I know that I couldn’t move even if I tried to, and I feel very cold as he exits the dungeon turning off the light behind him and bathing me in darkness. I know this is still punishment for trying to run and as I lay on the ground, bleeding, my whole body bruised and brutally used I wonder just why I ran.
That first night he took me into his bed, and told me that I was a good pet obeying him and that in giving myself to him freely I would be well taken care of. Since that day I had embraced my role as his slave fulfilling his every desire and finding pleasure in pain and submission. I felt a sense of completion that I had never experienced before, it didn’t matter that his skin glowed orange or that his touch burned all that mattered was pleasing him.
Seeing the newspaper is what had done it, the picture of my sister the article with her pleading for my safe return. I needed her to know that I was ok; I had asked if I might call her and was refused.
He told me that the life I had before did not matter the only thing that existed now was him. He then demanded my total submission asking the one thing of me that I hadn’t been able to give demanding that I call him by his proper name.
As I lay in the cold I know that he is my Master I will never be able to deny that and tears begin to fall down my cheeks as sobs wrack my whole body. I cry for the life I had, knowing that I will never return to it, and I cry for myself.
I angered my Master forcing Him to punish me so severely and that hurt so much more that letting go of my past. Part of me would like to think this has all been just a horrible dream but I know it isn’t. I belong to Him. I am His woman, His slave, and He is…everything.
I lay on the hard floor shivering as the cold concrete seeps into my skin, weak and unable to move I continue to sob as broken words fall from my lips. “I am sorry…Master, you are the only thing that matters. I…I should never have run. I’m sorry…I am so sorry” I apologize over and over again until I am no longer able to speak and then I let it all go.
Memories of my family, my sister and my niece float through my mind and one by one I say goodbye to them as visions of my Master invade and He is the only thing remaining. I only have one purpose and that is to serve Him.
Time passes and I have no idea how long I have been down here drifting in and out of consciousness until a sliver of light pierces the darkness and I feel His strong arms lifting me from the floor.
I lift my head and try to speak but He places a finger over my lips. His eyes telling me all I need to know. I have suffered my punishment and accepted my new life with Him. He carries me into his bed chamber and the scent of lavender fills my nostrils. I am taken into His large bathroom and placed into a steaming hot tub.
Master then cleanses me with great care and when I have been cleaned to His liking He lifts me from the tub wrapping a towel around me as He brings me to His bed slipping me between the covers before settling in beside me.
Pulling me into his arms my head falls onto his chest and the bliss of sleep overtakes me one word whispers into my mind.