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| Gay Forced Sex Photos | Sex Rape | English Fantasy Rape Story | Ass Rape |
| Feigning casualty, Eric took a big swallow of his brandy, and continued reading the paper. The only discernable evidence of his ire was the tense muscle in his jaw. On the front page, there was an article about the missing Lady Arina Moran. She'd been traveling home for the holidays, when she'd gone missing. The brief description of her fit his Arina perfectly.. Throwing the paper down with disgust down on the table, Eric finished off his brandy. He knew that he should return her to her family . . . and yet, it wasn't as if he weren't going to marry the chit. As soon as she showed proof that she was increasing, he fully intended to do the honorable thing. Besides, Arina was his, by God. He wouldn't share her, or allow another have a chance at her hand. Shoving back his chair, Eric resolutely stood up and headed to where Arina was still recovering from whatever it was they'd drugged her with. He'd show her who she belonged to. By the time he was done, there would be no doubt in anyone's mind. . . . I was sleeping on my stomach, when the soft sound of the door opening woke me. Drowsily I opened my eyes, but the door was closed and I didn't see anyone, so I closed them again, intending to go back to sleep. They popped open again as the bed dipped under the weight of another. Startled I struggled to roll over, but Master's strong hand on my back stopped me. "Relax, little girl," he commanded. "I rather like the view." His palm smoothed over where my bare ass was peeking out of the bedding. Trembling, I did his bidding, wincing when he brushed against the lines on my bottom. Eric spent some time caressing the soft skin there, along with the soft skin of my thighs. Then he moved away from me. I forced myself to remain still, not knowing if I had permission to move. A moment later he was over me, his heavy body pressing me firmly into the mattress. Before I was sure what was happening, he grabbed my right wrist and wrapped a cord around it, securing it to the headboard. I cried and fought, trying to free myself, but Master just ignored me, deftly capturing the other hand and securing it, too. I sobbed, trying to pull away, but with every tug the cords bit into my wrists. "Stop it." Master scolded. "You're going to hurt yourself." Trembling I stilled, my tear-streaked face pressed into the bedspread as I waited for him to tie my legs down. I waited for several moments, and yet he made no move to tie them, just moving them so that I was kneeling, my ass in the air, my chest on the mattress. Abruptly he stood up and walked away. I remained where I was, listening intently to him as he moved around the room. I could hear him moving furniture around behind me, then he went briefly into his room and dragged something out, and across the floor. I heard him stop beside me and I opened my eyes to see he's positioned a mirror next to me. There was also another mirror behind me, and my pussy was fully on display. I gasped and buried my head in my arms, my face scarlet. Master grabbed my hair and jerked my head out of my arms. "Keep your eyes on that mirror, Arina." he warned, then climbed back up on the bed, settling next to me. His palms slid so they framed my bottom, and he pulled my cheeks apart, holding them open for inspection. My bottom was full and smooth, my pussy lips full and shiny. Masters tan hands contrasted dramatically with the ivory purity of my skin. I blushed brighter, but forced my eyes to stay on the mirror. "I love the way you blush." Master chuckled behind me, and I whimpered in embarrassment. A moment went by, and then Master slid a hand under me, touching me gently. "You're wet, Arina!" he said, scolded, eyes bright with triumph and amusement. Horrified at my body's response, I buried my face back in my arms. CRACK Crying out, I jumped as his hand sharply hit me. My arms jerked, in a vain attempt to protect my bottom. "Don't make me say it again, Arina," Master warned "or I'll take the crop to your ass, understand?" A tear slid down my face and I nodded my head in understanding. Masters fingers returned to my butt, before sliding to my hips and underneath me. One hand kept my cheeks open so I saw as his long finger slipped deep into my pussy. Moaning I arched my back, pushing his finger deeper in me. Master withdrew his glistening finger, then pushed it back in. I groaned, a deep guttural sound, as he put another finger in there, stretching my muscles gently. I whimpered and wiggled my hips trying to rub my button on his fingers, but he was having nothing of it. Skillfully he evaded me, pumping his fingers in and out slowly, Blearily I forced my eyes to stay open, watching his fingers slide in and out of my dripping pussy. Then they were gone and I cried out at the loss of his fingers. But Master was moving around, sliding behind me, and I could feel his cock pushing in. The strong muscles of his bottom flexed as he pushed fully into me. Pushing my hips back I panted, waiting for him to withdraw, craving the ebb and flow of him. Master began to slowly move, his hands settling on my ass. I sighed, then jerked as I felt his thumb press against my butt hole. "Master . . . "I protested, my voice pleading. He ignored me, pushing firmly in, even as his hips kept up their steady motion. My bottom burned as it gave way to his thumb, and then he was in me. I felt over full, almost cramped, but as with before my muscles slowly relaxed and I began to enjoy myself. Master picked up speed, and pleasure grew and grew in me, starting in my stomach and spreading all over, until I was shook from the ecstasy of it. I screamed, my back arching, my hands pulling on the ties. Master reached out and grabbed a handful of my hair, his movements speeding up, and then he yanked his own back arching and he spent himself inside me. We collapsed, him on top of me, his thumb still inside me, triggering mini tremors in my womb. |