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FukinTroll -> RE: LotusSong's Master (3/28/2007 1:17:33 PM)
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He kicked in her chamber door and she leapt to her feat and punched him with all her might. He barley blanched, it was a blow that would have devastated any G’rall male or female. He backhand slapped her to the floor and yanked her to his shoulder, when she struggled he would throw her to the floor and slap her ass hard, very hard. The shock of the treatment, and the pain he was inflicting on her ass made her somewhat compliant. As he took her from the caverns she really began to fight. He threw her to the ground and put a leather thong on her throat. He stood on the end of the thong, pinning her head to the ground and blistered her ass. She cried out against the pain and grew still, pleading with him.
“I’ll mind!” she wept.
He took her back to his shoulder and out in the world. She was terrified of the outside; her flesh was not capable of surviving the sun. He hauled her into the wastes and moments before dawn he took her into an isolated Parag. He threw her into the pile of furs in the center of the Parag.
“What do you want from me?” she wept. He snapped his fingers and pointed at his feet.
“What?” she did not understand.
He raised the flap of the Parag and let the sunlight pour in. it scorched her, but did not burn. She screamed in terror more than pain. The early morning light had not the intensity to much harm. He snapped his fingers and pointed at his feet.
“What, Damn it!” She screamed and as he reached for the flap she bounded to his feet and clutched his ankles begging him not to open it.
“Good, Da’Klasha.” He said.
“What! You fuck!” She backed away from him. “I am no ones fucking slave.”
“That is precisely what you are… my fucking slave.” He grinned a feral grin and snapped his fingers pointing at his feet.
“Fuck you!” She screamed at him. He opened the flap. This moment the sun had crested the hills and burnt her flesh. She screamed in pain. He dropped the flap and snapped his fingers again.
“Fu…” She began and he reached for the flap. She darted to his feet.
“Good.” He reached into his pouch and gave her G’rall burn salve. She backed to the furs and applied the salve to her burns.
“Thanks.” She said begrudged. After she salved her burns he again snapped his finger. She reluctantly crawled to his feet and laid her head to his ankle.
“Good. Do you know the changing charm?” He asked.
“Yes. What do you want me to change into? Human? Che’tah?” She said disgusted looking him in the eye.
“Just change your teeth to Dose teeth.” He said.
“Why?” She queried and he slapped her to the floor again. She quickly complied.
“Kneel.”
“Wha…” She began and he slapped her to the floor.
All her life she has had power, absolute power over men, males. In the last two hours this has been totally ripped from her, and in a twisted sort of way, it almost excited her. She has never obeyed, never been controlled, never been commanded, and has always sworn to die before she ever submitted. Nevertheless, this silent power he was exuding over her left her helpless and confused. She had no choice but to resist, to defy him. She scurried back to the furs and pulled them over herself.
“Fuck you.” She buried herself into the furs deeply, setting her claws. He would not pull it from her in a million years.
She heard him leave but still would not uncover herself. He came back a short time latter and she heard him hammering stuff into the ground. Four items he drove something into the ground. Her curiosity was driving her crazy but she was not going to let those furs come off her. All day she lay under the furs and when she felt the transition to dusk, a talent her kind evolved over the centuries, she prepared to flee the Parag back to her home lands. She leapt to her feet ready to fight. He grabbed the leather thong around her neck and yanked her hard to the ground. Again he stood on it and blistered her ass till it was a bright crimson, which she thought was an imposable color for the stark white G’rall. He spanked her with his hand till she was winded from wailing. He kicked her to her back and bound her wrists and ankles to the four stakes he had driven in the ground.
“What are you doing?” She wept with panic now gripping her.
“You are obviously un-trainable.” He said coolly and began to remove the summer roof of the Parag.
“What? I don’t understand.” She whimpered.
“You will at dawn.” He said to her and walked away.
She starred at the open sky. Grateful he left, thankful he was crossing the dunes as she watched. Laying there, starring at the sky she at last understood what he meant. She began to scream for his return and struggle at her bonds. She fought through the night and could not free her self. She saw the beautiful azure of dawn begin to change the sky. She cried in terror as the dawn slowly crept up the wall of the Parag. She screamed in terror as the first rays broke over the wall and began to pour into the Parag. She pulled at the bonds on her ankles till they bled, trying to keep the sun off her toes. The sickly stench of scorched flesh filled the Parag when she was not fortunate enough to avoid the light as it crept down the stakes. Her toes began to cramp as she curled them from the light. The shadowy form closed the top on the Parag, and she did not know how to thank her rescuer enough.
“Thank you, thank you. Anything you wish for repayme…” It was the Che’tah.
He cut her free, stepped back and snapped his fingers. Defiance occurred to her and she recalled her earlier situation. She would wait. Wait till dusk and then flee. She scrambled to his feet.
“Kneel.” He commanded. She slowly rose, and peered up at him. “Dose teeth.”
She thought about the charm of change. She thought more of what he may ask, or rather, commands her to do. Never in her life has her lips been near a mans… sex with woman was one thing, but sex with a man was out of the question.
“No.” She said meekly.
“What?” He grabbed the thong around her neck and wound it into his hand. She watched his eyes drift to the stakes.
“Okay.” Tears welled into her down cast eyes. She cast the charm altering her teeth to Dose flat teeth, human teeth. “There.” He starred down at her. Reluctantly she slid his cock from his loin cloth.
“You’re a virgin?” He said calmly.
“Yes. Well, there have been women.”
He stepped behind her and took the thong from her neck and lashed it to her wrists. This excited her. He could smell her getting wet. As much as she wanted to reject the feeling, this was making her hot. The thongs left on her wrist from the stakes he tied to her ankles. He walked in front of her. He smiled down at her and she rotated her hips unconsciously against the tingle between her legs.
“I smell pussy.” His eyes glared.
“Your crazy.” She said regally with down cast eyes.
“Am I?” He slashed her top from her revealing hard perky pink nipples. The goose flesh that covered her breast whispered to him her arousal.
“No!” She squirmed away from him.
He kicked her over to her back and sank his claws into her ratoya. He smiled at the damp virgin cloth that she wore under her ratoya. He ripped this from her and showed her the wet stain that pooled in the cloth. He seen her pussy twitch as her juiced dribbled down her ass. It was time, and she was ready. He took his cock in hand and she marveled at the size of it. The G’rall cock was minuscule in comparison, and she was certain this was going to hurt a lot.
“NO, no! It wont fit.” Her eyes widened as he knelt and rubbed the thick throbbing head into her wet pussy lips. The heat stirred the itch inside her so much she squirmed against his cock against her better judgment. “Please, my pussy… its… its to small!”
“She’ll stretch.” He spit in his hand and rubbed more wetness into her eager pussy. As he stroked her clit she twitched and pushed her clit hard into him.
“No, it… I will tear, you’ll split me in two… ruin me. Please!”
He slipped his legs between her bound legs and wrapped his hands around her waist. He lifted her and guided the head of his cock between her soppy lips. He thrust hard and pulled her in to him. Her scream pierced the noon light and crossed the wastes for miles.
“Oh please! In the name of honor… god… please, please take it out!” she wailed.
He slid his hands up and lifted her and sucked her nipple into his mouth. She could feel, through the pain, the hot hard cock throbbing inside her.
“Please… take it out.” The words jerked raggedly from her as she drew in broken gasps of air.
She could feel his pelvis grinding luridly across her clit. The pain, to her astonishment, was abating and pleasure was taking its place. He slid his hands into her armpits and raised her. She gasped as she felt the ridges of his cock massaging deep inside her pussy. He raised her till she could feel the head of his cock catch at her woman’s ring. He moved her back down onto him. Her clit stretched tight against the girth and then rubbed against the soft fur of his pelvis. She could feel the mounting pressure inside, she could feel her mind slipping and growing dizzy from the impending orgasm. Her eyes rolled back in her head at his next thrust and she squealed as her orgasm flooded him with the satin, slippery juices that the G’rall lovers exude. The rough friction that was threatening to rip out her insides as he withdrew now became a satin glide of ecstasy. With a claw he cut the ties that bound her. She dug her own claws into his flesh and drew him down on top of her as she laid back.
“I want more.” She purred.
He rose from her and stepped back. He snapped his fingers and pointed at his feet. She was perplexed, but only for a moment. She moved to him as if she were made of sexy fire. She slinked up to him and laid her head to his feet.
“Kneel.” She did so. “Please me Da’Klasha.” He commanded.
She paused for a moment, and then her lust overwhelmed her. She slipped the head of his cock between her lips. Clumsily, but with genuine ardor, she sucked his cock. She was not terrible, but he would have her trained. He pushed her back and she looked disappointed. He turned her and pushed her to her hands and knees. Kneeling behind her he spread her knees apart and the buried his cock deep inside her. She felt her lips being stretched beyond their limit and felt his hot cock burying deeper inside. As he began to stroke she adjusted to the massive expansion in her never before penetrated pussy. She had had her pussy eaten, a lot, but never penetrated. She was more valuable to the house as a virgin. Her orgasm built deep within again, the persistent, ever growing itch twisted inside her. As her orgasm slicked his cock and begged for his cum she knew she could never find pleasure from a G’rall male. She would forever be Ket to his feline cock.
She felt his cock swelling more and more inside her and her body froze from the pressure, pain, and to the unknown. She felt him burst inside her, and as the swollen spastic cock pumped blast after blast of cum inside her, her own tortured orgasmic dam broke! The harder he hammered her pussy the harder she would cum. He pounded her so hard that his last thrust flattened her to the furs.
That evening, she awoke feeling content and complete. She surrendered herself to him utterly and as the days turned to weeks she learned quickly all his pleasures and how to serve him best. She had found her power and happiness in her powerlessness.
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