Indoctrination - Chapter 14

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WARNING! This is a work of erotic BDSM FICTION. It is ADULT ORIENTED MATERIAL of an EXTREME SEXUAL NATURE, including acts of abduction, exhibitionism, humiliation, and discipline. This is not for readers who are easily offended or incapable of distinguishing fact from fiction. The author does not promote such activity in real life unless it is between consenting adults and practiced safely. The copyright of this story remains with the author, Night Owl. This posting does not give anyone the rights to post or print content without obtaining the author's permission first.
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AUTHOR'S NOTE: As I wrote the following chapter, I realized it needed a feminine touch, especially the last segment between Amber and Raven. So I would like to give credit to my good friend and fellow writer, Gabriele, for all her help and inspiration in writing this chapter.
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Indoctrination
by Night Owl

I can feel you
I can feel all of you.
My body begs for more
As my thighs grow sore.
I scream out in ecstasy
Feeling the tightness grow inside of me.
I feel the tightness burst
And it quenches my sexual thirst.

"A Passionate Night"
by MidNiteAgl (www.literotica.com)


Chapter 14: Raven's Grasp

Days passed as Amber continued to lead her new and highly unusual life. After she had demonstrated her oral skills to Raven and Mr. Santos, Shane came to her cell the following night and demanded a demonstration for himself,

"Just wrap your pretty mouth around my cock and suck it down," he ordered.

No longer were promises made of helping Amber escape in return for her complaisance. By now, they both knew she had no choice in the matter. He always made it clear that if Raven were to find out, Amber would be the one to shoulder the punishment, while he would merely get a slap on the wrist. So that night, she 'sucked it down' as she was told.

In spite of Shane, life generally became easier for her first week of training. Amber did everything asked of her, and as a reward for her progress, she was permitted to wear a ‘slave rag’ made of rep cloth that was invariably sleeveless around the shoulders with a deep, plunging neckline ending just above her modest breasts. It barely covered the V of her body in the center, while leaving her thighs and legs bare, with a simple rope cord to keep it in place. Nevertheless, it was the first clothing she was allowed to wear since her abduction, and she cherished it. Of course, a collar was worn at all times and leather 'roman' sandals were usually permitted to protect her feet whenever she did their chores outside.

Another improvement for Amber was that she could now mingle with the other kajira, especially during their meals when they all gathered in the small mess hall next to the kitchen. Talking was permitted at this time, and the girls were usually engaged in quiet conversations among themselves between bites of food.

"Communication is a valuable outlet among slaves," Raven once explained to her. "Sometimes long periods of isolation without any human interaction can lead to mental breakdowns. So we allow this activity at mealtimes, even encourage it, so long as the privilege is not abused."

By then, Raven had taken over Amber's training completely, and as each day passed, it became more apparent that this new arrangement was intolerable for Sonia. No angry words were passed, but there was a silent bitterness in the Head Mistress toward Raven that everyone sensed. Raven must have known too, though if he did, he showed little concern. He continued with the training, spending long hours with Amber and using her in any way he pleased, with only one exception. There was no penetration, and after so many sessions, that was the one thing she longed for the most from him.

One day, for instance, Raven brought her up to one of the large guest rooms on the second floor and told her to strip off her ‘rag’, which she did. On each side of the bed, there were a pair of tall windows that could be seen from the front of the house. They extended from about a foot above the floor nearly to the ceiling, and except for the drapes, which split into stiff folds below the curtain loops that held them apart, there were no coverings. Two heavy-metal rings had been screwed into the upper the corners of one window, and another pair into the window ledge below.

Once Amber was naked, he chained her to these rings, stretching her arms and legs wide so that her body formed the shape of an X in front of the window with her breasts nearly touching the glass. The height of her suspension was just enough to keep her standing on her toes. Amber felt sure she was to be whipped - or perhaps it would be his chrome handled riding crop laid across her back.

To her surprise, Raven didn't beat her that time, but left her standing there alone in front of the window for nearly two hours. That afternoon, two men came in a truck carrying four poplar trees. They planted these trees on the grounds in front of the house - one, no more than thirty feet from where she was standing. The window was so tall and her naked body so close to the glass that all these men had to do, was to simply look up and they would see her fully displayed for them like a mannequin in a storefront window.

For an hour, she stood there watching, her heart pumping wild with nervous anticipation as they dug each hole, planted a tree and covered it up again. Much to her relief they had never noticed her, but there was also a feeling of dejection, like a new bride robbed of her wedding night. By the time Raven returned, she would have done anything just to feel him inside her. He stood behind her for a long time, and together, they watched the two men through the window as they packed up their truck and left.

"My, my," he said, "if only they knew what they were missing in here!"

He then reached down between her legs and pressed one hand up against her smooth, heated mound. He held it there for a long time.

"Oh, god, don't stop, PLEASE," her mind was screaming. She tried stretching out to reach him, but Raven took his hand away.

"Sorry, pet," he said, as if he could hear her thoughts. "You're not ready. In time, you will learn how to pleasure a man properly, only then, will you share my bed."

Those first few days under Raven's tutelage were the most difficult for Amber, because he never touched her, at least in the way she wanted him to. Furthermore, no one else was allowed to touch her. Even Shane stayed away for a time. During the long daytime hours, Raven made her wear a leather chastity belt, and at night, she was chained to her bed to keep her hands from touching her own body.

In the meantime, Monique had been assigned to work with her on broadening her sex skills. First there were the oral techniques, which Monique demonstrated by using a penis-shaped dildo. She showed Amber how important it was to use the tongue while 'giving head.' Amber observed carefully, as she rippled and rolled her mouth around the fake penis (and that sight, alone, would have given any healthy man an instant hard-on!)

She also taught Amber how to place a rolled condom into the mouth and then unroll it onto a man's erect penis without using the hands (another feat Monique demonstrated with ease). But the most important thing Amber had to learn, and what most men took delight in, was how to take in any sized hard-on, shaft and all, and while doing this, massage it with her mouth and tongue. This could only be done by relaxing the jaw and throat muscles, which any woman could learn with a little patience and practice, Monique assured her.

"Remember that movie, 'Fast Times at Ridgemont High', when Phoebe Cates showed her friend how to give a blow job by using a carrot? Well I practiced with a large cucumber, by inserting it just a little further each day, until I could swallow the whole thing without gagging on it!"

Another thing Amber had to remember about oral sex, was rhythm, which was something that varied with each person, and often each session.

"You must always pay attention to the results you are creating," Monique told her, "because some men ejaculate faster than others, and you want to make the experience last as long as possible."

She illustrated this point by demonstrating her skills on Tony, who not surprisingly, was very eager to volunteer his services.

"Now moving to the vagina," she continued, "there are many internal muscle groups surrounding a woman's cunt. It is important that you learn to control the movement of these muscles while having sex to prolong the build-up of an orgasm, and more importantly, massage the man's cock while he was inside you. You can practice these movements by simply contracting the vaginal muscles while lying in bed at night.

"If a kajira puts her mind to it, she can even learn how to use those muscles to make her man cum just from their internal movements," then she smiled, "or even strengthen them to a point where bruises can be left on the penis!"

With guidance from Raven and Monique, Amber quickly learned what was expected of her as a slave - how to act, how to address, and how to please any man or woman sexually without hesitation. Already, her old life seemed a distant memory, and for the time being, any thoughts she had of escaping had been forgotten.

Then one day, Amber was having her noon meal with the other girls. It was Livia's turn to prepare the food, which consisted of a bowl of Sa-Tarna with mixed fruit and bread. After serving the others she took her seat with Marin. Both were being trained as Gorean dancers, and they quickly became engaged on the subject, while comparing notes on what each had learned so far. The conversation continued while the other women finished their meals in silence, then after the bowls were taken away, Monique made an announcement,

"They brought a new girl in late last night . . ."

Livia and Marin immediately broke off their discussion and turned to listen.

“She’s being kept in the wine cellar."

"A new girl? How did you find out?" Shii Ann asked.

"I saw her early this morning. I guess this one really put up a fight too after they brought her in. Master Raven had to sedate the girl so I could shave her.

"I don't know why they even bother resisting," Marin voiced her opinion. "I mean, it's easier just to let things happen and get it over with, you know?"

The others agreed.

"What does this girl look like?" It was Shii Ann again.

"Blonde, very attractive. Big tits too, double D’s, I think."

"Great," Shii Ann glanced down briefly at her own chest. "I hope I don't have to stand on the block with her."

Monique laughed, "Don't worry. You'll be sold long before SHE'S ready for auction. I'm sure of it!"

Nothing more was mentioned about the new girl, and the conversations continued, light and casual, like one might overhear from a small group of friends having lunch together in a restaurant, only the subject was always about their lives as kajirae, and always positive.


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That evening, Raven made his way down the narrow winding stairwell to the lower level directly underneath the cellar, commonly referred to as ‘the rabbit hole’. He passed the first room, where a single chain dangled down from the ceiling. This was where Amber had spent her first night in the house. Raven often kept the new arrivals down here. At one time, the whole level had been used as a winery. Unlike most wineries though, with their sprayed concrete providing the interior a finish, this one was lined with ancient brick, just as one might find in Roman catacombs or Venetian dungeons. Only one of the rooms served its original purpose, which stored rows and rows of merlots, cabernets, Chablis, even champagne - Raven's own private stock. The other rooms remained as they always were, long neglected and decaying with age. Raven wanted it that way. The cool dampness and exposure to the surrounding soil via cracks and crumbling gaps in the outer walls, not only offered the perfect environment for storing old vintage wine, but also for breaking in new slaves. During the first few days, it was important keep these women isolated and in an environment that would shock them and quickly break their spirits.

He felt a familiar rush of excitement course through him as he made his way through the honeycombed maze of small chambers and tight corridors carefully lit with small torches. He paused at one of the doors and pulled out a set of keys. A metallic sound pierced the silent gloom as the lock turned while the bolt inside rattled like a steel pipe clattering on a marble floor.

The prisoner was blindfolded and hanging by her wrists in the center of the room, her naked body stretched, suspended in mid-air, and turning slowly on the twisted steel cord. Raven circled her slowly, taking his time, then he ran his hands up and down her flanks, turning her so that he could appraise her attributes more intimately.

"Mmmmmmmmmmph!" She moaned a protest through her gag.

The girl was stunningly attractive, to say the least. She reminded him of those heroines so often objectified in comic magazines -- sleek, long-legged and athletic in appearance, yet still very feminine-looking. Her breasts were not only impressive in size, but they stood out gloriously from her ribs, and just slightly fairer than the rest of her tanned body, making them look even more provocative in appearance. Earlier, Monique had shaved her arms, legs, and pubic area so her body would be silky smooth and her pussy exposed for close evaluation.

Raven removed the blindfold so he could better see her face -- beautifully sculpted with high well-chiseled cheekbones, dark oval eyes, and a strong jawline. Her long golden hair was tied back loosely into a ponytail.

About this time, Shane entered the room. In seeing both men, the girl began to scream,

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPH!"

They watched in silent admiration as she struggled with the cuffs around her wrists, her supple body twisting and swaying almost rhythmically on the cord.

"Feisty, isn't she," Shane offered a comment, but Raven didn't answer. His eyes seemed to dwell for ages on her ample breasts as if he were in a trance, no doubt imagining the tortures that he would inevitably be subjecting them to.

The woman finally stopped her struggling and hung silently as her body slowly turned away from them. Even from behind, she seemed in perfect physical shape. Her ass was firm and round. The sides of her body narrowed gradually from her shoulders all way down to her waist, then flared out just slightly around the hips. Her backline was deep and exquisite. From this angle, one would never have imagined the enormous tits hiding on the other side. Her flesh had already been marked with a lash, yet she still appeared undaunted by these previous assaults on her body. She was feisty all right, but Raven knew that would change very soon. He moved in closer and gave her right breast a poke with the silver handle of his riding crop.

She screamed again and shifted from side to side, rocking in a more careful attempt to communicate her distress. Of course, this only made her body even more appealing to the pair of greedy, lustful eyes that were all over her. Finally, Raven broke his silence.

"Now Heidi . . ." he said, "it is Heidi, isn't it? I was planning to release you so we could talk awhile, but if you don't simmer down, then I'm afraid I'll just have to let you hang there for another hour or so. Is that what you want?"

Heidi shook her head.

"Good. So let's control that temper, OK?"

Beads of sweat made her tanned skin glow in the torch light, and already, tiny droplets began to roll lazily down her body. She finally nodded.

"Good girl . . . now we can let you down."

A large crank was turned, lowering her feet to the floor. Next the cuffs were removed, and finally, the gag. Shane then clipped a leash to the back of her collar and kept a firm hold.

"There. That feels better, doesn't it?" Raven tried to sound sympathetic.

It took a while for the girl to get used to standing again after hanging for almost an hour. As she stood, rubbing the circulation back into her arms, her eyes quickly darted toward the door. Shane held her leash tighter, sensing she was about to bolt. Raven didn’t seem concerned and only laughed.

"Don't be so foolish. You'll never reach the door with my associate holding your leash, and even if you made it up the stairs and out of this house, you wouldn’t get far in the woods with no clothes on . . . or with my hunting dogs trailing you. Is any of this registering?"

Heidi sighed and finally nodded ‘yes’.

"Good, now I want you kneel for me, on the floor."

She didn't run for the door, as she might have been tempted to do a moment ago, but she didn't kneel either. Her lovely brown eyes seemed to burn with defiance, so Raven wasted no time in bringing the back of his hand down hard across her right cheek. She yelped and stumbled backward with the force of the blow. The spot where his hand made contact began to redden immediately.

Raven repeated the command in a low, controlled voice, "I said, KNEEL."

His tone was such a startling contrast to the pain in her cheek, that the girl looked confused for a moment. She still held her ground though.

"Ah, so you're a hard ass," Raven pulled the crop out of his belt again as he circled her slowly. "Right now, you must be thinking, 'I would rather DIE than give in to this man.' Well if you expect me to be angry, or even impressed with this rash and stupid behavior, then you’re mistaken.

"I can think of nothing that pleases me more than breaking hard assed sluts like yourself. So I HOPE you won’t give in to me right away. I HOPE it takes days to break you, because the more pain you can take, the more variations of that pain I can inflict on you."

He struck her again, this time with the crop on her right breast. Before the girl could even react, Shane gave the leash a sharp yank, forcing her down to her knees on the cold, wet floor. She seemed clearly shaken now, her eyes filled with self-doubt. Raven slid the crop back into his belt and went over the house rules,

"Instant obedience, of course, is most important . . . No talking unless you are spoken to first . . . If necessary, you may ask for permission to speak, but do not abuse this privilege . . . Affection and enthusiasm are expected of you . . . If you have any sexual inhibitions, they will be wiped away, but no playing with yourself either . . . Proper posture, always look your best . . . No looking a free person in the eye, except when given permission to do so . . . and no use of a free person's name - you call them 'Sir' or Ma'am', and you address your trainers as 'Master' or 'Mistress' unless ordered otherwise . . ."

At first, the girl showed little emotion during his speech, but when Raven was finished, she looked up, glared at him with her hard eyes and told him flatly to, "Go FUCK yourself."

Again, Raven showed no anger, but simply smiled at her, "Oh, there will be no need for that, pet. Now that YOU are here."

He turned to Shane, "Bring her to the table."

Heidi was grabbed by both arms and pulled back up to her feet, but her mouth remained firm, her face showing nothing but sheer determination. While Shane dragged her over, Raven pulled a large box out and opened it. Inside, there were several pieces of dried hemp rope, all wrapped neatly in tight bundles.

"It's time to face reality. Whether you like it or not, you belong to ME now, to use in any way I wish, and I am truly going to enjoy every minute of our time together until you are finally broken."

Heidi struggled with the two men and screamed, "Get your FUCKING hands off me!" as they lifted her onto the large wooden table. She was slapped again, then rolled onto her stomach, crushing her breasts against the hard surface. The girl fought like a wildcat, but she was still weak from her suspension. Raven wrenched her arms together behind her back. The tone of her screams turned from outrage to desperation. She moaned and twisted her hands futilely as Raven crossed her wrists behind her, then took one length of rope and tied them both together. Her ankles were tied next, then her knees. Her elbows had been lashed and pulled so tightly together behind her, they nearly touched.

Heidi managed to utter a few more painful obscenities before the leather harness gag was brought out. She then moaned a soft protest while Raven slowly pushed the shiny red ball between her teeth. He buckled the main strap behind her head, then the smaller strap under her chin, and finally took a third strap, this one in the shape of an inverted Y, up over her head, to the buckle in back. Raven stepped aside for a moment to admire the new look of his struggling captive. The black leather straps flowed geometrically up her cheekbones to the bridge of her upturned nose and between her eyes. She moved her moist lips along the shiny surface of the ball, then bit into it with her teeth. A line of drool fell from her mouth and landed in the table.

"Ummmmmpphhhh . . . Mmmmmppphhhhh!"

She was completely helpless. She still struggled, but Shane could hold her down with ease now. His other hand busily explored her ass while Raven cinched another length of rope to her bound ankles. The other end of that rope was looped around her wrist ropes and elbow ropes, then drawn tight, pulling her ankles up smartly behind her back.

"UUUUUUMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

Pitiful moans filled her gag, but Raven kept yanking and tightening the rope, bending, arching her body backward in a cruel hogtie until her ankles and arms were firmly anchored together. He then rolled the girl onto her side.

More rope was wrapped around her upper body, several times, first above then below her jutting breasts. The poor girl moaned and whined as they manhandled her expertly, rolling her one way, and then the other while the ropes were tightened against her with each pass. After the two bands of rope were tied off, Raven next took some hemp twine and cinched them together at the sides of her breasts and in between to make them bulge outward even more between the ropes.

Finally, he rolled Heidi on her side again and circled a short length of rope several times around her trim stomach, then cinched and knotted another rope just below her navel and guided it between her legs.

"Ooooommmmmmppppphhhhhhhh!"

A soft groan of tortured ecstasy was elicited past the girl's lips when he pulled that rope tighter and tighter until it was pressing hard against that freshly shaved, ‘intimate flesh’ between her thighs before knotting it off behind her back. Raven paused a moment to rest, and to admire the tight package he had created, running one hand up her leg as she writhed helplessly on the table. Her teeth bit slowly again and again into the rubber ball. Her eyes closed, her moans grew softer as she started to lose herself in the sensations of pain, helplessness, and the ropes.

At this point, one would expect the prisoner to be left alone to deal with her bondage in silence, but Raven was far from finished with her. The two men carried the table, and the girl, over to where the cable she hung from earlier dangled down above. Raven attached a steel hook to the cable. He ran a long piece of rope through the ropes around the girl's ankles, wrists and breasts, then tied the other end to the hook. As he did this, her eyes opened and closed dreamily as if in her own world, her moist lips sliding across the bright red ball between them.

"Raise her," Raven ordered.

Shane turned the crank. Metallic clicking sounds rang out. Sounds that could be heard all the way up the narrow winding stairs and through the open door to the cellar, announcing that something ominous was amiss. The cable tightened through the pulley above, then pulled on the rope on the hook, until her hogtied body was lifted completely off the table. The hemp ropes buried themselves into her heated flesh as the weight of her own body bore down on them. The poor wretch tried to scream but couldn't force any sounds other than muffled mews from her paralyzed vocal cords.

Raven pulled the table out from under her. The crank kept turning until she was about six feet in the air.

"UUUUUUUUMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHH!!!"

The blonde captive moaned and squirmed in the ropes as she slowly rotated before them in her suspended hogtie. Even Raven marveled at how she looked. Her beautifully toned, athletic body was now bent backward into a tight, hanging bundle of naked flesh that was almost teardrop shaped. The bands of rope tightened around her from the force of her suspension, particularly around the breasts, making them bulge outward like a pair of ripened melons. Her nipples, now swollen and very sensitive, stood proud and erect like two twin towers of dark pink flesh. She drooled another moan when Raven pulled on the crotch rope, grating the cord against her clit and vagina.

"UUUUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!"

It only took a matter of moments before the first orgasm ripped through her - the force of it intensified by the fact that her body was bound in such a way that it flowed inward without any means of dissipating through any moving limbs. That was the beauty of a hogtie, particularly a hanging one. She writhed slowly, her movements small, her body straining against the ropes, tensing and relaxing her muscles again and again, making the ropes dig even deeper and deeper into her flesh.

Instead of the defiance she wore, there was now a look of defeat and desperation of her face. Raven knew she couldn't last much longer, so for good measure, he took a pair of steel clamps out of the box and clipped them to her nipples, then attached a small chain with a weight to each clamp and let them hang down from her swollen buds. Moments later, her body shuddered, tensing within the ropes as another orgasm shook her. After it passed, Raven took his crop and struck her a dozen times. Each blow left a fresh mark on a different place while she slowly turned helplessly on the cord.

The suspension only lasted about twenty minutes, but for the girl, it must have been an eternity. Like crashing waves each forced orgasm, about six in all, swept through her lacerated body. Finally, mercifully, she passed out. The session was over for now.

They lowered Heidi back down to the table. The clamps and ropes were then carefully removed. Raven then took her into his arms himself, cradling her body in a way that left her arms and legs dangled listlessly as he took her to a holding cell. Her breasts looked inviting as they jut upward to him with her back arched. Her throat was stretched taut as her head flopped backward. He admired the look the black leather collar gave to her graceful neck. He laid her on a dirty cot and secured her to the frame with leather straps. He would let her rest until morning. It would take that long for this woman to gather enough strength for her next session. Of course, she would be defiant again, but not as long next time, and the time after that, and so on, as long as it took, until was finally broken. Raven was sure of it.


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Later that night, Amber was getting ready for bed, when Sonia came to her cell.

"Come with me," and without another word, the Mistress unlocked the chain from her collar and led hour down the hall. She waited patiently while Amber took her shower, then after toweling off, she instructed the slave to rub herself down with scented oil.

"Put this on," the Mistress tossed a silk garment on the table. "Raven requests your presence in his room tonight."

The order filled Amber’s nerves with anxiety, dread, and excitement all at once. She had never spent the evening with Raven before and anticipated this to be the night he would finally take her into is bed. She quickly threw on the garment - a clear clingy form of white silk that wrapped like a pareau with a disrobing loop at the left shoulder. As she tightened the cord around her waist, her body was subtly but unmistakably shaken by an involuntary tremor of sensuality. Amber never thought such excitement could be generated by the simple feel of silk against her. It was shear, almost transparent, clinging and betraying.

"That's no ordinary silk you're wearing," Sonia told her. "It's called Gorean Pleasure Silk, the softest and finest in the world, milled to reveal a woman most exquisitely and beautifully to a master." She stood behind Amber and gazed at her shadowy features underneath the thin garment. "Master Raven has taken a liking to you. I'm sure you've realized that by now, but don't fool yourself into thinking it'll last," there was a bitter tone in her voice. "He's had many young women before you, more than you can imagine, and there'll be many more after once he loses interest. Now come."

Sonia led the way up to the main level, then up the long winding staircase. While they walked, Amber could feel the silk flow and brush wickedly against her nude flesh underneath. It took all the self-discipline she could muster to keep her mind off of it. They moved quietly, reverently down the long hall to Raven's room. Sonia knocked three times then without a word, she left Amber alone at the door. She waited silently, for quite some time it seemed, before the door opened.

"Come in," Raven greeted her and stood aside.

He was shirtless, wearing only pajama bottoms. As Amber passed him, the silk dress grazed his leg. Raven smiled and closed the door behind him, then locked it. The room was spacious and elegant, a Master’s room, with its focal point being a large four-posted bed made of dark oak. Glancing up, she immediately noticed the mirrored ceiling above them.

"Darling, sweetheart," he kissed the back of her neck, "do you love me, pet?"

Amber, trembling now, was too terrified to notice she had answered, "Yes, Master. I love you.”

Raven placed his hands on her face and brushed the corners of her mouth lovingly with his thumbs, his dark eyes gazing intently into her eyes. Her eyes fluttered closed as he kissed for the first time. His hands tangled into her hair, and she tilted her head backward in submission as Raven trailed kisses down her neck.

Amber was lost as he smothered more kisses around her face. This was the same man who was centrally responsible for the living nightmare she had suffered since arriving at Dark Oak Manor. But couldn’t deny she was incredibly attracted to him, and as for ‘love’, she didn’t even know what the word meant anymore, other than her Master demanded it from her, and she wanted to give him love, out of fear and her own feelings for him.

Suddenly, Raven pulled her close, crushing her breasts against his bare chest, with only the thin, gossamer silk between their naked flesh. Once again, he pressed his lips against hers, only now, with a terrible hunger, his tongue darting into her open mouth. For a moment, Amber became rational, and struggled against the upwelling of lust, determined to deny herself and her captor the pleasure that threatened to overwhelm her, but the fires that passionate kiss kindled in her healthy young body sent her surging forward against him as he ground his chest against the pliant softness of her breasts underneath the silk. Soon she was kissing him back, her own tongue answering his probes, slithering up against his in a lewd intimate dance. Then he pulled back, and she was left breathless and panting, her chest heaving against the silk in the aftermath of their first kiss.

"On your knees, pet. Show me what you have learned."

Amber knelt down to the carpet and pulled his silk pajama bottoms slowly downward. His heavy cock was already erect.

"Say it again," he demanded, "Say, 'I love you.'"

Amber repeated, "I love you, Master," with such passion that her lips dared not brush the massive and handsome organ in front of her.

Raven sat on the bed, his legs apart. He placed his hand on her head and tugged her forward with deliberate pressure, wanting to feel her mouth on him. Holding his arousal upright, she ran her nimble tongue around the head, wetting it completely before drawing it into her mouth. Raven watched her head move up and down slowly, then he leaned back onto the bed. Her hands trailed up his thighs his chest. She began to move her head faster, using her lips and tongue to create more friction in the way Monique showed her, before sucking him hard back into her throat. Reaching down between his legs with one hand, she caressed his testicles, rolling and squeezing them gently. She strained to hear her lover's moans, handling him carefully with infinite respect, the way she knew pleased him.

Never before had Amber felt her mouth so beautiful, and so experienced once her Master had chosen to thrust himself into it. When he finally came, she received the discharge, her throat muscles opening and closing as it passed into her mouth. She felt a warmth burst throughout her own body after she heard him cry out, then as he finally pulled away, she sighed at the emptiness, but knew she was there for His pleasure, not hers.

Sitting upright again on the bed, Raven looked down at her and gave her a soft smile, "That was a very good beginning, my pet."

"I love you, Sir," she murmured and smiled in return.

"I know you do."

Raven showed Amber to the bathroom, where she quickly rinsed her mouth, then guided her to one side of the bed where the black silk covers had already been neatly folded back. She saw that leather cuffs had been mounted into the headboard and at the foot of the bed, all open and ready to receive her. Standing behind her, Raven pulled the disrobing loop. Amber shuddered as the silk dress slid off her body. Leaving the garment crumpled in the heap on the floor, she climbed into bed and allowed him to bind her wrists and ankles to the four cuffs. Raven carefully folded the sheets back on her side, past her breasts, past her shallow navel and stopping just above the V of her body. Then he climbed in beside her, and promptly went to sleep.

Needless to say, Amber could get no sleep herself that night -- knowing that he could take her whenever and however he wished. She spent hours, staring at her own reflection in the mirror above, her arms pinned and bound to the bedposts, the silk sheets folded back deliberately to leave the upper half of her body uncovered. In the darkness her eyes traced the smooth, deep hollows of her armpits, past the gentle swells of her breasts, to her pointed nipples, then past the long, flat plane of her belly to the deliciously wicked silk coverings. Underneath them, her body was burning, like a furnace just stoked to life. Only a foot or so away, her Master slept, the only man who could quench that fire. Whether it was really love or not, she needed him, and never wanted to leave his side.

A clock was placed conspicuously on the table next to her. The workings of its motor made imperceptible clicks, but she could hear them well in the silence. She watched the glowing green minute hand as it patiently began another round in its journey to nowhere. Amber knew he would make love to her, after all, hadn't she proven herself worthy?

"But how much longer do I have to wait like this?" she thought.

Occasionally, Amber tested the restraints and listened to the sounds of twisting leather against her wrists. The soft black bands held firm, keeping her body immobile and bound in a state of erotic denial -- a denial of the pleasures of her own touch, and denial of the need she had for any sort of physical relief. For the time being her mind would be her only friend, and the source of her greatest sexual torment. She tried to think of other things. Anything to stop the flood of sensual musings that flooded her consciousness, with each turn of her wrist, and each glance at her half-naked reflection above the bed, which always seemed to draw her attention like lead to a magnet.

Then sleep finally overtook her, but only for a short while until she felt the touch of his hand. At first she thought it was a dream until she opened her eyes and saw him smiling down at her -- a small gesture that sent tidal waves of anticipation through her body and soul. His hand glided its way from her neck, between her breasts, down her belly, tracing briefly around her navel, then under the silk sheets, yet stopping just above that part of her body that was screaming for attention. He was teasing her again, like so many times before.

Her heart began to race. She pulled on the restraints, the fingers on both hands clawing out, then retracting into tight fists. Her hips squirmed against the soft, silk sheets. Her eyes pleaded for more. Raven leaned down to kiss her, then trailed more wet kisses down her neck to her breasts. She felt her nipples tighten as he swirled his wet tongue around them, and then, taking each swollen, pink nub in his mouth, graze them with his teeth.

Amber found herself trying desperately to control her breathing. But the deep, ragged gasps continued, and soon she got frustrated with the ropes that held her prisoner to the bed. Amber longed to squirm and thrash about, to give in to the sensations and let her body react as it should, and more than anything, she wanted to wrap her arms and legs around him . . . but the ropes denied her of all of this, allowing only her mind to react, only her thoughts to thrash about and scream for mercy.

She began to moan, softly at first, then louder, as his hand slowly trailed between the slick, pink folds between her open thighs, stroking, squeezing, teasing her clit. His kisses turned violent, mauling her breasts with his mouth. Then two fingers slipped inside her, causing her to arch her back sharply. She began grinding her hips against his hand, begging for more. Her limbs tensed, relaxed, then grew tense again, until a sheen of sweat covered her body and stained the sheets underneath her.

Suddenly the fingers were snatched away, and she cried out in frustration, still grinding her hips, searching for another touch, her hands tugging hard against the restraints.

"Not yet, pet," he said. "Not yet."

Amber closed her eyes and waited for his next touch. She felt the weight of his body on top of her, then she felt the gates of heaven open as his cock slid into her aching womb, her screams silenced only by the sensation of absolute bliss. Raven leaned forward and whispered in her ear.

"You must wait."

She moaned again as he wasted no time, thrusting deep inside her . . . hard . . . fast . . . again and again until her whole body went limp, taut only with desire and heat. Raven grabbed her tightly by the hair, tilted her head back so that he could ravage her mouth with more kisses.

"Stay with me," he whispered to her mesmerized form. And then he was kissing her again.

Amber felt herself slipping into a state of animalistic insanity, and all that remained of her very being was an intense hunger for Him . . . and for Him to cum, to take the pleasure that was His to receive.

Then just as she felt his cock tense up and throb inside her, she heard those glorious words of permission.

"Now, pet," he breathed heavily into her ear.

It was then, Amber finally let go with a shriek. She felt every ounce of energy being sucked from her body, starting at her toes and fingertips, leaving her arms and legs numb, and working its way to the very core between her thighs. Her head was spinning, her body shaking uncontrollably. Then two became one, and Amber nearly blacked out as she felt the warmth of his passion flow inside her.

Amber’s shrieks turned to whimpers, and when it was over, Raven collapsed on top of her, his cock still inside, his strong arms holding her tight against him. He kissed her neck and shoulders.

"You’ve done very well tonight, pet. It pleases me to have you here."

For the first time since she met Raven, her spirit flew with joy as His words repeated themselves over and over in her mind. The bindings were loosened, and actually stroked and massaged her sore limbs.

"Now go to sleep," he ordered.

So Amber closed her eyes and fell asleep in his arms, feeling the strength of love and the devotion of a slave to her Master, and a Master to His slave. At least for the moment, they were the only two people in the world.

And they were the world to each other.

(continued)