Fantasy Golden Petals - A collection of my short stories

[Indian Princess]

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[Indian Princess]

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[ayeshakhan]

Wild Emotions​

I have always been a shy girl, I had just turned twenty and I still had so many things to discover about myself. All those horrible circumstances I had to face in the past have nearly cost me my sanity, as it reflects in the darkness of my desires, in the darkness of my mind. I can’t change it even if I wish to; I know I am a slave to my desires.


Marc was more than just my boyfriend; he was the alpha I was born to surrender to; a tall fair handsome guy, who had an obvious superiority over me, both physically and intellectually. He often told me that I was beautiful, and the depth in his voice as he spoke was charismatic. He was my friend, my teacher, my guide, my philosopher…he was my world. I loved him, and I trusted him.


We had many sessions together, and each one was exhilarating. I never counted the days we spent in a D/s relationship, for me, it was like I am bound to this man forever, and I live to serve him.


The last thing I remembered was that I was having drinks with him in his living room one fine evening. But when I regained consciousness, I found myself restrained on a bed in that special room, where we’ve had our previous sessions. I don’t know if that was my heaven or my hell; all I knew is that was the place where I have embraced the darkest of my desires. There was a shiny collar around my neck, something that every slave is proud to wear. I was dressed only in a pair of black stockings that matched perfectly in color with my long raven hair spread on the bed. There was another black thing on my body. It was his name tattooed over the left lower side of my abdomen. I adored it. He owned me and for me, it was a privilege to be the object of his desire.


I was helpless, in true sense. The ropes were milky white in color and soft textured but thick enough and they restrained me well. And what actually bothered me was the vibrator he had placed between my legs. It was stimulating my pussy, and the stimulation was intermittent and suboptimal - just enough to make me all wet and horny but not enough to give me an orgasm. I was going mad, and I could do nothing to help myself. I cursed the ropes bitterly. I had been moaning, screaming, but nothing was going to help. It was a torture, but it was my punishment and I had no choice but to take it, for as long as he wanted me to.


After what seemed like an eternity, he entered the room. I was thrilled. He stood by the side of the bed enjoying my condition. He seemed to derive some sort of a sadistic pleasure from my ordeal. The devilish grin on his face and the growl in his dark eyes were making it evident. I was sweating and trembling already. He ran his fingers through my hair. I moaned in pleasure. He moved his hand over my skin. My body shuddered with every stroke of his hand. It felt like heaven.


I had closed my eyes, enjoying his touch. I felt him move his hand from my face to my cheek and then to my breast. It stayed there for some time, fondling my beast, and the other one joined, and then he suddenly grabbed my full breasts with both his hands. I jerked and moaned. His grip was firm, and it felt great. I had been craving for a thorough groping for many hours now. The vibrator made me so vulnerable. I wanted to feel his touch on every inch of my body. I felt his hands move downwards, across my abdomen, and reached my hips, brushing across them, I felt him slide his hand on my thigh, inwards and upwards. I shuddered, and I felt embarrassed. He was just about to discover, how desperate I was, how badly I was craving for him, from the wetness I had gathered over there. And he did find out. I shut my eyes tightly. He probably was looking at my face, checking out my reaction. I didn’t dare to look at him in the eye.


His hands stayed around my thighs, stroking the inner side of them, and the vibrators were still doing their job. I was visibly trembling by now. I was too desperate. I couldn’t take it anymore. I wanted him, in me. I just couldn’t wait anymore…I had to break the silence.


“Please…” I said.


“Please?”


“I want you…” I said with trembling lips


“I am right here, little one!” he said with a wicked smile.


“I want you to….”


“You want me to….what? Tell me.”


“I want you to…..oh...please….”


“How do you expect to get it if you can’t ask for it?”


“OK” I said gathering some courage, “I want you to fuck me!”


“There you are! And why do you want me to fuck you?”


“Because…I want you, I love you”


“Do you really think so?” He said with the same wicked smile, “Well no, you don’t love me. All I can see in your eyes at the moment is lust. Pure lust!”


I was almost in tears with desperation. I so badly wanted him in me. Every second that passed by was driving me crazier. And he knew it. He was deliberately delaying things. That was his way of torturing me. I had no answer to his question. Why did I want him? Oh, I didn’t know. I only knew that I want him badly, very badly.


He broke the silence.


”So, you don’t have an answer, do you?” He said, “Well, perhaps I can help you”


He put the vibrator away and then put his finger right in my pussy that was dripping wet and trembling, so badly wanting him there. I shuddered as he touched me. And my pussy muscles contracted almost spastically. When he withdrew his finger, it was all coated with my shameless lust. He moved the finger to my chest and wrote over it. Four letters – SLUT. They glistened brightly.


“Well, here is the answer to my question. You want me to fuck you so badly because you are a slut” he said pointing to the letters.


I couldn’t disagree looking at brightly glistening letters. It was humiliating but I was too desperate to care. I was going mad by this torture. I was losing temper, “Whatever!” I shouted, “How does that matter? Stop wasting time! Fuck me, right now, I can’t wait anymore.”


“Do you forget that you are talking to your Master? You think this is bad, well, there are worse things I can do to you, you know.”


He suddenly grabbed my face in his hands and pressed across my cheeks very hard. I winced because it hurt. And then he pressed his right thumb against my lower lip, pressing it against my canine. “I need to show you your place; you seem to be forgetting that I am the one in control here, and I will use you anyway I wish. I will be the only one giving orders here, so you better think before you speak next time, understand that?” he said spitefully, and pressed my lip against my canine hard enough to draw out blood. I was screaming in pain, as a little stream of blood flowed out of the corner of my mouth.


I suddenly realized my mistake. I didn’t lose time to apologize. But he didn’t seem to be listening to me.


“Do you like electricity?” He asked curiously.


I was confused, but also scared.


“Hmmm let’s find out.” he said.


“What are you going to do, Master?” I asked nervously in a soft voice.


“You’ll soon know. The collar you are wearing isn’t as benign as you think.” he said that and pressed a button on a remote. And within a second a current began to flow through me. It was terrible.]! It lasted only three seconds yet it was an experience I won’t forget.


“No! No! No! NOOOO!...Please, not again. I beg you. Please don’t do it again. I am sorry. I’ll behave I promise.” I said meekly.


“Na, just once more!” he said and it happened. I got another shock.


He smiled, and then he put the vibrators back to my pussy. I screamed in frustration.


He grinned as he watched me twitch and twist. He seemed to be really enjoying the sight of a helpless me tied to the bed and taking the torture of the vibrators. I saw him undress slowly, he looked like a king.


He crawled on top of me, and began touching me again.


“So” he said, “You were saying you wanted me to fuck you”…and he started mouthing my body, the skin to skin contact with his body added fuel to my fire. I wish my hands were free, I wanted to grab him, but I was helpless. He will decide when to touch me, he will do only what he wants to do to me, and what he doesn’t want to do, he will not do. All I could do is to beg for what I wanted, and he would decide if I deserved it or not.


“Yes, please, I want you to fuck me, please, I beg you” I said with tearful eyes.


“Not so soon” he said with a cruel smile.


He put a ball gag on my mouth. Now that was really weird. He never used to gag me. He loved to hear me moan and scream. Then my eyes were blindfolded. I was really confused. And then I panicked when I felt his put an ear plug on one of my ears. He was taking away my senses one by one. Before he put the ear plug in my other ear, he said, “Relax, you’ll be ok.” And my hearing was cut off. And to my horror, I felt a double layered latex mask slide over my face. It would not only cut off whatever little light or sound that would reach my through the blindfold and the ear plug, but also make me totally mute. I panicked. I was totally disoriented, and there was no way I could communicate with him now.


It was really scary for me, but his touch pacified me. Our D/s relationship was unique in a way. We had no safe word. We didn’t need it. I trusted him absolutely. And he knew me better than I knew myself. He knew what I needed; and I had complete faith in him, I knew; he might hurt me, but he will never harm me.


I felt his touch. This sensory deprivation technique had made my touch sensation relatively hypersensitive, since it was the only sense left with me now. I was trembling every moment. I could now do nothing. I could now only allow my body to react as it would to all that he did to me.


I felt his ways switchover from meticulous to animalistic. I felt his lips and teeth all over me, mouthing my body, every inch of it, licking me nibbling and biting me. He left a love bite on my neck, it hurt, and I screamed, but perhaps he never heard. He then began nibbling my breasts and biting my nipples. It was painful as well as pleasurable. I felt I was in some kind of a trance. I felt him move my thighs apart. Ecstasy! I felt his fingers between my pussy lips. I opened my legs further, in anticipation. I felt his fingers enter me, and rub the insides of my womanhood so sensually. I arched my back. I could feel my lust generate a lot of heat, squeezing his fingers. And suddenly, I felt an overwhelming wave of pleasure all over my body. It lasted for 15 seconds. I felt like I wasn’t my own self for that time. I was an animal, a hungry animal, hungry for the pleasures of animalistic lust. And after the moment of ecstasy was over, I felt my body relax.


He had been watching me all throughout, enjoying every bit of my reaction, and every single bit of my helplessness. My breasts were rising and falling in a post orgasmic exhilaration. And then I felt the mask being removed. The gag and the ear plugs joined it.


“Are you ok?” I heard him whisper in my ear.


“Yes!” I said, with a huge grin on my lips. I was more than just ok, I felt like I was in heaven. I had just had the most wonderful orgasm of my life.


His touch was suddenly withdrawn. I couldn’t feel him anywhere around me. I was still blindfolded. I grew anxious as I couldn’t find him anywhere around me. I made whatever possible movements with my restrained hands and legs in a desperate attempt to feel him. There was no one sound to be heard. Did he leave?


With growing anxiety, I finally decided to break the silence. When I was about to speak, I felt his finger touch my lips. He was there! My lips suddenly held the finger between them. It was my way of showing affection and of telling him how much I wanted him. Soon enough, I felt his lips on mine, returning the affection. I felt loved.


With his lips still on mine, I felt him get on top of me again. He undid the blindfold and continued kiss me for another minute. He then raised his head and held my face in his hands and looked straight into my eyes. I could never dare to look at them, but this time I was ordered to. I looked at him and there was an eye contact. His eyes were beautiful, and they gleamed with confidence, authority, affection and lust, his gaze was so piercing, as it always was, accentuating the pleasure of submission, the pleasure to being owned by this man, the pleasure of being dominated by him, and of being used and abused for his pleasure.


I closed my eyes. I couldn’t look into his eyes for long. He saw this, and he knew why.


“You want more, don’t you? He asked, and I nodded hungrily.


I wasn’t as inhibited this time. I could see, I could hear, I could speak, scream, and moan. I was going to enjoy it more this time, I knew it. I opened my legs in anticipation. He pounced on me again, giving the treatment I have been craving for. He was mouthing every inch of my skin, and digging his fingers deep into my flesh, as if he were a predator having his prey. His madness was contagious. I wanted to do the same to him, but my hands were restrained.


“Master, will you please untie my hands? I wanna touch you. Please” I begged.


“Alright,” he said, “I will allow you to touch me.” He winked and smiled. I was only surprised by the willingness with which he began to untie me. I could sense some sort of a mean trick here. It was nothing new for him to use my reactions against me, he did it almost all the time.


He said, “But remember; you are allowed to touch me only lightly. I don’t want to feel the slightest amount of force or pressure. No grabbing and better mind your nails. If you disobey me, you will be punished.”


Oh! I felt I was better tied up. This was a new kind of a torture now. Touch him “only lightly”? Hell! How was that even possible!


“Please…you know it is not possible. You are making me fight my reflexes! Please, you know, I can’t, I am not in any position to have such a meticulous control over myself.”


“Well,” he said, “You said you wanted to touch me. Now I am letting you touch me. What is your problem?”


“No...please it is really difficult to withhold my desires. Please try to understand me…please”


“You know what,” He said, “That is your problem and I really don’t care”


“Why are you doing this to me?” I asked rather angrily.


He reciprocated with anger. He grabbed me and pressed his thumb against the inner corner of my eye. It was hurting like hell! I screamed. “Since when did you develop this nasty habit of questioning me?” he said in a very stern voice “You know what, you are only making things worse for yourself.”


“I am sorry” I squeaked. And he stopped hurting me after giving me a stern look.


And he continued eating me. He was nibbling my flesh, he was driving me mad. I wanted to do it all to him, and I wasn’t even tied up anymore, but this only made it worse. When my hands were tied, the ropes would have helped me a lot in obeying his orders. Now I had to control myself, it wasn’t easy, it really wasn’t. A layer of sweat had covered me already, as I gently moved my trembling hand through his hair, and another one across his neck to his back. I hugged him, only lightly. The pleasure of being allowed to touch him was great; I only wished I could have him as I wanted.


His hands were crawling all over me and suddenly they crossed over below my waistline. Now it was going to be the real torture. He moved his hands across my hips backwards and suddenly grabbed my ass. And my hands over him grabbed him as a reflex reaction.


“Go easy” he said in a stern voice, “I will not warn you again.”


I whimpered helplessly. I was in tears. I continued to touch him, struggling against my desires and my reflexes. It was terrible, but I didn’t dare to say anything now.


He was playing with my pussy now and it was making me jerk. I took my hands off him and clasped the bed sheet instead. I was moaning desperately. I arched my back. He saw me so desperate but helpless, he smiled at my condition.


“Please…” I begged again and again.


“Granted!” he said finally.


He smiled at my defeat. He untied my legs. I was free from all bondage; all but I was still a slave to my lust. There was no more vigilance, just plain pleasure, and sweet surrender. And I was finally going to get that I have been craving for, begging for. No more words, only moans of pure pleasure. I saw lust in his eyes and I was honored. I felt his firm touches all over me, and then I was showered with kisses, licks and bites. I lay motionless, in total surrender. I let my body react in it’s own way. He grabbed and squeezed every bit of my flesh, and multiple bite marks were evident on my skin. My pussy was pouring wet. I was ready to take his cock, I threw my legs open for him, to welcome him. He grabbed my hips and rammed his cock deep into me. My legs opened wider and I wrapped them around him. My eyes were closed tightly. My body jerked and shuddered with every thrust. I had feeble moans making their way out of my lips. My head was thrown backwards and I had his lips on my neck. I soon felt teeth, and I soon felt them moving lower, and lower. I grabbed his hair in one hand and was pressing him over myself with the other. My grip was speaking for itself, telling him how much I wanted him. He felt me cum and he grabbed me tightly as I surrendered to the waves of pleasure. Soon after, I felt him explode within me.


We both lay motionless for a while, we both felt complete now.


He moved to lie down beside me, he held me in his strong arms, I was defiled but I was feeling beautiful. I was madly in love with him. His torments meant pleasure for me. I loved to be at his mercy.


I crawled deeper into his arms, and we kissed passionately. We spoke nothing, we didn’t need to; there was silence punctuated by the sound of wind wheezing though the windows; it brought a wild fragrance along with it. And there was the moonlight pouring in through the slits of a closed window, kissing us as we fell asleep in each other’s arms.

Wow.. What a wonderful story.. Hot and sexyy..

 

[Sofia sweetu]

Wild Emotions​

I have always been a shy girl, I had just turned twenty and I still had so many things to discover about myself. All those horrible circumstances I had to face in the past have nearly cost me my sanity, as it reflects in the darkness of my desires, in the darkness of my mind. I can’t change it even if I wish to; I know I am a slave to my desires.


Marc was more than just my boyfriend; he was the alpha I was born to surrender to; a tall fair handsome guy, who had an obvious superiority over me, both physically and intellectually. He often told me that I was beautiful, and the depth in his voice as he spoke was charismatic. He was my friend, my teacher, my guide, my philosopher…he was my world. I loved him, and I trusted him.


We had many sessions together, and each one was exhilarating. I never counted the days we spent in a D/s relationship, for me, it was like I am bound to this man forever, and I live to serve him.


The last thing I remembered was that I was having drinks with him in his living room one fine evening. But when I regained consciousness, I found myself restrained on a bed in that special room, where we’ve had our previous sessions. I don’t know if that was my heaven or my hell; all I knew is that was the place where I have embraced the darkest of my desires. There was a shiny collar around my neck, something that every slave is proud to wear. I was dressed only in a pair of black stockings that matched perfectly in color with my long raven hair spread on the bed. There was another black thing on my body. It was his name tattooed over the left lower side of my abdomen. I adored it. He owned me and for me, it was a privilege to be the object of his desire.


I was helpless, in true sense. The ropes were milky white in color and soft textured but thick enough and they restrained me well. And what actually bothered me was the vibrator he had placed between my legs. It was stimulating my pussy, and the stimulation was intermittent and suboptimal - just enough to make me all wet and horny but not enough to give me an orgasm. I was going mad, and I could do nothing to help myself. I cursed the ropes bitterly. I had been moaning, screaming, but nothing was going to help. It was a torture, but it was my punishment and I had no choice but to take it, for as long as he wanted me to.


After what seemed like an eternity, he entered the room. I was thrilled. He stood by the side of the bed enjoying my condition. He seemed to derive some sort of a sadistic pleasure from my ordeal. The devilish grin on his face and the growl in his dark eyes were making it evident. I was sweating and trembling already. He ran his fingers through my hair. I moaned in pleasure. He moved his hand over my skin. My body shuddered with every stroke of his hand. It felt like heaven.


I had closed my eyes, enjoying his touch. I felt him move his hand from my face to my cheek and then to my breast. It stayed there for some time, fondling my beast, and the other one joined, and then he suddenly grabbed my full breasts with both his hands. I jerked and moaned. His grip was firm, and it felt great. I had been craving for a thorough groping for many hours now. The vibrator made me so vulnerable. I wanted to feel his touch on every inch of my body. I felt his hands move downwards, across my abdomen, and reached my hips, brushing across them, I felt him slide his hand on my thigh, inwards and upwards. I shuddered, and I felt embarrassed. He was just about to discover, how desperate I was, how badly I was craving for him, from the wetness I had gathered over there. And he did find out. I shut my eyes tightly. He probably was looking at my face, checking out my reaction. I didn’t dare to look at him in the eye.


His hands stayed around my thighs, stroking the inner side of them, and the vibrators were still doing their job. I was visibly trembling by now. I was too desperate. I couldn’t take it anymore. I wanted him, in me. I just couldn’t wait anymore…I had to break the silence.


“Please…” I said.


“Please?”


“I want you…” I said with trembling lips


“I am right here, little one!” he said with a wicked smile.


“I want you to….”


“You want me to….what? Tell me.”


“I want you to…..oh...please….”


“How do you expect to get it if you can’t ask for it?”


“OK” I said gathering some courage, “I want you to fuck me!”


“There you are! And why do you want me to fuck you?”


“Because…I want you, I love you”


“Do you really think so?” He said with the same wicked smile, “Well no, you don’t love me. All I can see in your eyes at the moment is lust. Pure lust!”


I was almost in tears with desperation. I so badly wanted him in me. Every second that passed by was driving me crazier. And he knew it. He was deliberately delaying things. That was his way of torturing me. I had no answer to his question. Why did I want him? Oh, I didn’t know. I only knew that I want him badly, very badly.


He broke the silence.


”So, you don’t have an answer, do you?” He said, “Well, perhaps I can help you”


He put the vibrator away and then put his finger right in my pussy that was dripping wet and trembling, so badly wanting him there. I shuddered as he touched me. And my pussy muscles contracted almost spastically. When he withdrew his finger, it was all coated with my shameless lust. He moved the finger to my chest and wrote over it. Four letters – SLUT. They glistened brightly.


“Well, here is the answer to my question. You want me to fuck you so badly because you are a slut” he said pointing to the letters.


I couldn’t disagree looking at brightly glistening letters. It was humiliating but I was too desperate to care. I was going mad by this torture. I was losing temper, “Whatever!” I shouted, “How does that matter? Stop wasting time! Fuck me, right now, I can’t wait anymore.”


“Do you forget that you are talking to your Master? You think this is bad, well, there are worse things I can do to you, you know.”


He suddenly grabbed my face in his hands and pressed across my cheeks very hard. I winced because it hurt. And then he pressed his right thumb against my lower lip, pressing it against my canine. “I need to show you your place; you seem to be forgetting that I am the one in control here, and I will use you anyway I wish. I will be the only one giving orders here, so you better think before you speak next time, understand that?” he said spitefully, and pressed my lip against my canine hard enough to draw out blood. I was screaming in pain, as a little stream of blood flowed out of the corner of my mouth.


I suddenly realized my mistake. I didn’t lose time to apologize. But he didn’t seem to be listening to me.


“Do you like electricity?” He asked curiously.


I was confused, but also scared.


“Hmmm let’s find out.” he said.


“What are you going to do, Master?” I asked nervously in a soft voice.


“You’ll soon know. The collar you are wearing isn’t as benign as you think.” he said that and pressed a button on a remote. And within a second a current began to flow through me. It was terrible.]! It lasted only three seconds yet it was an experience I won’t forget.


“No! No! No! NOOOO!...Please, not again. I beg you. Please don’t do it again. I am sorry. I’ll behave I promise.” I said meekly.


“Na, just once more!” he said and it happened. I got another shock.


He smiled, and then he put the vibrators back to my pussy. I screamed in frustration.


He grinned as he watched me twitch and twist. He seemed to be really enjoying the sight of a helpless me tied to the bed and taking the torture of the vibrators. I saw him undress slowly, he looked like a king.


He crawled on top of me, and began touching me again.


“So” he said, “You were saying you wanted me to fuck you”…and he started mouthing my body, the skin to skin contact with his body added fuel to my fire. I wish my hands were free, I wanted to grab him, but I was helpless. He will decide when to touch me, he will do only what he wants to do to me, and what he doesn’t want to do, he will not do. All I could do is to beg for what I wanted, and he would decide if I deserved it or not.


“Yes, please, I want you to fuck me, please, I beg you” I said with tearful eyes.


“Not so soon” he said with a cruel smile.


He put a ball gag on my mouth. Now that was really weird. He never used to gag me. He loved to hear me moan and scream. Then my eyes were blindfolded. I was really confused. And then I panicked when I felt his put an ear plug on one of my ears. He was taking away my senses one by one. Before he put the ear plug in my other ear, he said, “Relax, you’ll be ok.” And my hearing was cut off. And to my horror, I felt a double layered latex mask slide over my face. It would not only cut off whatever little light or sound that would reach my through the blindfold and the ear plug, but also make me totally mute. I panicked. I was totally disoriented, and there was no way I could communicate with him now.


It was really scary for me, but his touch pacified me. Our D/s relationship was unique in a way. We had no safe word. We didn’t need it. I trusted him absolutely. And he knew me better than I knew myself. He knew what I needed; and I had complete faith in him, I knew; he might hurt me, but he will never harm me.


I felt his touch. This sensory deprivation technique had made my touch sensation relatively hypersensitive, since it was the only sense left with me now. I was trembling every moment. I could now do nothing. I could now only allow my body to react as it would to all that he did to me.


I felt his ways switchover from meticulous to animalistic. I felt his lips and teeth all over me, mouthing my body, every inch of it, licking me nibbling and biting me. He left a love bite on my neck, it hurt, and I screamed, but perhaps he never heard. He then began nibbling my breasts and biting my nipples. It was painful as well as pleasurable. I felt I was in some kind of a trance. I felt him move my thighs apart. Ecstasy! I felt his fingers between my pussy lips. I opened my legs further, in anticipation. I felt his fingers enter me, and rub the insides of my womanhood so sensually. I arched my back. I could feel my lust generate a lot of heat, squeezing his fingers. And suddenly, I felt an overwhelming wave of pleasure all over my body. It lasted for 15 seconds. I felt like I wasn’t my own self for that time. I was an animal, a hungry animal, hungry for the pleasures of animalistic lust. And after the moment of ecstasy was over, I felt my body relax.


He had been watching me all throughout, enjoying every bit of my reaction, and every single bit of my helplessness. My breasts were rising and falling in a post orgasmic exhilaration. And then I felt the mask being removed. The gag and the ear plugs joined it.


“Are you ok?” I heard him whisper in my ear.


“Yes!” I said, with a huge grin on my lips. I was more than just ok, I felt like I was in heaven. I had just had the most wonderful orgasm of my life.


His touch was suddenly withdrawn. I couldn’t feel him anywhere around me. I was still blindfolded. I grew anxious as I couldn’t find him anywhere around me. I made whatever possible movements with my restrained hands and legs in a desperate attempt to feel him. There was no one sound to be heard. Did he leave?


With growing anxiety, I finally decided to break the silence. When I was about to speak, I felt his finger touch my lips. He was there! My lips suddenly held the finger between them. It was my way of showing affection and of telling him how much I wanted him. Soon enough, I felt his lips on mine, returning the affection. I felt loved.


With his lips still on mine, I felt him get on top of me again. He undid the blindfold and continued kiss me for another minute. He then raised his head and held my face in his hands and looked straight into my eyes. I could never dare to look at them, but this time I was ordered to. I looked at him and there was an eye contact. His eyes were beautiful, and they gleamed with confidence, authority, affection and lust, his gaze was so piercing, as it always was, accentuating the pleasure of submission, the pleasure to being owned by this man, the pleasure of being dominated by him, and of being used and abused for his pleasure.


I closed my eyes. I couldn’t look into his eyes for long. He saw this, and he knew why.


“You want more, don’t you? He asked, and I nodded hungrily.


I wasn’t as inhibited this time. I could see, I could hear, I could speak, scream, and moan. I was going to enjoy it more this time, I knew it. I opened my legs in anticipation. He pounced on me again, giving the treatment I have been craving for. He was mouthing every inch of my skin, and digging his fingers deep into my flesh, as if he were a predator having his prey. His madness was contagious. I wanted to do the same to him, but my hands were restrained.


“Master, will you please untie my hands? I wanna touch you. Please” I begged.


“Alright,” he said, “I will allow you to touch me.” He winked and smiled. I was only surprised by the willingness with which he began to untie me. I could sense some sort of a mean trick here. It was nothing new for him to use my reactions against me, he did it almost all the time.


He said, “But remember; you are allowed to touch me only lightly. I don’t want to feel the slightest amount of force or pressure. No grabbing and better mind your nails. If you disobey me, you will be punished.”


Oh! I felt I was better tied up. This was a new kind of a torture now. Touch him “only lightly”? Hell! How was that even possible!


“Please…you know it is not possible. You are making me fight my reflexes! Please, you know, I can’t, I am not in any position to have such a meticulous control over myself.”


“Well,” he said, “You said you wanted to touch me. Now I am letting you touch me. What is your problem?”


“No...please it is really difficult to withhold my desires. Please try to understand me…please”


“You know what,” He said, “That is your problem and I really don’t care”


“Why are you doing this to me?” I asked rather angrily.


He reciprocated with anger. He grabbed me and pressed his thumb against the inner corner of my eye. It was hurting like hell! I screamed. “Since when did you develop this nasty habit of questioning me?” he said in a very stern voice “You know what, you are only making things worse for yourself.”


“I am sorry” I squeaked. And he stopped hurting me after giving me a stern look.


And he continued eating me. He was nibbling my flesh, he was driving me mad. I wanted to do it all to him, and I wasn’t even tied up anymore, but this only made it worse. When my hands were tied, the ropes would have helped me a lot in obeying his orders. Now I had to control myself, it wasn’t easy, it really wasn’t. A layer of sweat had covered me already, as I gently moved my trembling hand through his hair, and another one across his neck to his back. I hugged him, only lightly. The pleasure of being allowed to touch him was great; I only wished I could have him as I wanted.


His hands were crawling all over me and suddenly they crossed over below my waistline. Now it was going to be the real torture. He moved his hands across my hips backwards and suddenly grabbed my ass. And my hands over him grabbed him as a reflex reaction.


“Go easy” he said in a stern voice, “I will not warn you again.”


I whimpered helplessly. I was in tears. I continued to touch him, struggling against my desires and my reflexes. It was terrible, but I didn’t dare to say anything now.


He was playing with my pussy now and it was making me jerk. I took my hands off him and clasped the bed sheet instead. I was moaning desperately. I arched my back. He saw me so desperate but helpless, he smiled at my condition.


“Please…” I begged again and again.


“Granted!” he said finally.


He smiled at my defeat. He untied my legs. I was free from all bondage; all but I was still a slave to my lust. There was no more vigilance, just plain pleasure, and sweet surrender. And I was finally going to get that I have been craving for, begging for. No more words, only moans of pure pleasure. I saw lust in his eyes and I was honored. I felt his firm touches all over me, and then I was showered with kisses, licks and bites. I lay motionless, in total surrender. I let my body react in it’s own way. He grabbed and squeezed every bit of my flesh, and multiple bite marks were evident on my skin. My pussy was pouring wet. I was ready to take his cock, I threw my legs open for him, to welcome him. He grabbed my hips and rammed his cock deep into me. My legs opened wider and I wrapped them around him. My eyes were closed tightly. My body jerked and shuddered with every thrust. I had feeble moans making their way out of my lips. My head was thrown backwards and I had his lips on my neck. I soon felt teeth, and I soon felt them moving lower, and lower. I grabbed his hair in one hand and was pressing him over myself with the other. My grip was speaking for itself, telling him how much I wanted him. He felt me cum and he grabbed me tightly as I surrendered to the waves of pleasure. Soon after, I felt him explode within me.


We both lay motionless for a while, we both felt complete now.


He moved to lie down beside me, he held me in his strong arms, I was defiled but I was feeling beautiful. I was madly in love with him. His torments meant pleasure for me. I loved to be at his mercy.


I crawled deeper into his arms, and we kissed passionately. We spoke nothing, we didn’t need to; there was silence punctuated by the sound of wind wheezing though the windows; it brought a wild fragrance along with it. And there was the moonlight pouring in through the slits of a closed window, kissing us as we fell asleep in each other’s arms.

Maine ye story dusri baar padhi sach kahti hu padte waqt badan mein jhurjhuri phail jaati hai ek alag hi ehsas hota hai. Ek to aapke likhne ka tarika jisse mujhe lagta hai main puri story kisi film ki tarah dekh rahi hu usme ji rahi hu.

Upar se jo discription aap karte ho wo to kamal ka hota hai ek dum anokha aisa discription maine bahut kam dekha hai.

Aur wo wildness jo hoti hai aapki story mein wo to aur bhi acchi hai.

Aise hi likhte rahiyega

 

[Sofia sweetu]

The Passionate Predator​

No one had seen him before. No one knew about him. No one knew who he was, from where he came, what he did. The only sign of his existence was the creepy feeling one would get when he was around. He was a predator, who lived only to hunt.

Carol had been experiencing this strange kind of feeling since quite a few days for now. She would feel someone following her, but there was no one when she turned around to check out. A strange kind of shadow always seemed to move along wherever she went, right form her bedroom to her office. She did feel like speaking about this to someone, but there was nothing concrete to talk about, just a warning that her sixth sense gave. She could sense someone watching her every moment. It was him. He had an eye on her right since she began to get those strange feelings. For sometime she thought she was hallucinating, but it was his glimpses that she sometimes managed to capture through the corner of her eye. And the next moment, there used to be nothing in sight. A strange fear was developing in her mind. She couldnt foresee that her fears were soon going to take the form of reality. She didn't know that she had become the object of his desire. And his desires grew stronger with every passing moment. He had to have her, and there was nothing that was probably going to stop him.

One night, after work she was returning home in her car. She had a friend on the next seat. The street was rather lonely as the two women were quite late already. Carol suddenly began to get nervous. Christine could already see her sweating and her hands trembling over the steering.

“Are you ok?" she asked.

"He is coming near," was all Carol could say with her trembling lips.

Christine turned back to check out if any vehicle was following. There was no one. “Who is coming near?"

And suddenly they could see a dense fog surround them. Nothing was in sight. Carol stopped the car. She was really apprehensive about something.

“What going on Carol? Let us check." saying this Christine got out of the car. Carol reluctantly followed her. They were wondering how it would suddenly get so foggy. And soon, the fog suddenly was cleared, and revealed a man standing tall and confident. Carol felt the same sinister feeling which she had been getting these days, just that this time the feeling was much stronger. She knew it was the same person who had been haunting her. His aura was familiar. She knew this moment was going to come. She froze in fear.

He was charming by looks, with a body which had a flow of muscles over it. His eyes full of lust and passion were fixed on Carol. He wore a vicious smile on his lips, like the one a predator when he sees his prey right is front of his eyes.

Christine was confused seeing all this. He started advancing towards Carol. Christine tried stopping him. He turned his penetrating look towards Christine; that was enough to send a chill down her spine. She was a pretty girl too, but he was passionate only about Carol. He knocked Christine out with a single blow of his hand. She fell down unconscious. Carol screamed seeing that. She knew she couldn't escape. As he began advancing towards her, she began to take tiny trembling steps backwards, until he was just a few inches away from her and she froze. He heart was beating so fast as it would tear through her chest. He stood still for sometime at that distance from her perhaps just to check her reaction - surrender or rebellion.

In the next few seconds, a strong impulse was generated in the back of her mind to fight, coz if she didn't now fight now, she was almost certainly not going to get a second chance. He was prepared for that. The moment she tried to pounce upon him, she found herself helplessly gripped in his arms. He held both her hands in his one hand and wrapped the other around her body. She struggled with all her strength, like a wild cat, crying and screaming her lungs out. She was under an extreme state of mind; her only concern being to be free from his grip. But he was too strong for her and in spite of her best resistance; she couldn't move away even fractions of millimeters. His grip felt like steel, but he seemed to be holding her with ease. He seemed to be enjoying her weak struggle. In fact those violent jerks of her womanly body rub against his muscular body were turning him on. He held on tighter, just to express how badly he wanted her now.

Carol was crying and begging to let her go, but with his eyes fixed over her and with a smile spread across his lips he just held on tightly, just that, he wasn't trying to drag her anywhere. He just wanted to let her struggle in his arms till all her energies were drained and she would surrender. She tried her best to struggle, scream, cry and beg, but he sincerely had no intentions of letting her go. He was just enjoying her plight. He smiled to himself to see her is such a pitiful condition, when he hadn't even begun to do what he was going to.

Carol finally stopped struggling. She knew there was nothing she could to against him. The only choice she had was to obey him. She sank into his arms exhausted. His smile grew broader to see this. He began to run his fingers softly to her silken hair, and Carol quietly let it happen. She only shut her eyes tighter in defeat, letting a tear drop flow out through the corner of each eye. But her lovely black eyes shot open and he suddenly grabbed a big chunk of her hair, jerking her head backwards. He hands reflexly reached his hand that was holding her hair. It was hurting her, and he knew it. He loved to see her beautiful face wince to the pain, and more tears flowed out of her eyes. He made her bear the pain for sometimes, before he sealed his lips over her trembling lips. Carol jerked at that, she began trembling with fear again, and he held on to her tighter. She could feel his passion in that his kiss, he was kissing her like a wild animal. It was as if he had been hungry for centuries. He wanted her for his pleasure; that was all he knew.

After some time when he was done with kissing her, he suddenly grabbed her neck and maintained firm pressure over both her carotids. A few seconds and she fainted. He let her fall to the ground. Then he knelt to admire the girl lying at his feet. She now looked even more beautiful to his eyes than what he had seen before. She had a beautiful body with lovely womanly curves and a slim waistline. She had those lovely long raven hair, which he already knew, felt like silk. She looked like some fairy as she lay there with her eyes closed, her beautiful long eyelashes lining her eyelids, as her clear brown skin was glowing in the silvery moonlight. He was enchanted by her beauty, for a moment, he fell in a kind of trance. Soon he got to work, lifted her up and placed her in his car and drove home.


He carried her gently to his bedroom, where often he had been spending sleepless nights, craving for her and waiting for this very moment. Tonight was the night he was going to satisfy his desires that had been burning in his young heart since a long time. He placed her on his bed and turned to lock the door. They were a place far away from any human settlement. So she was free to scream as much as she wanted. And he wanted to hear everything she has to say about all that he would be doing to her. As she lay there unconscious on the bed, her raven hair spread across the pillow like some dark cloud. He fastened her hands and feet to the bed, put off the lights and opened a window to let a silken moonlight beam enter and light up the room, then came to lie down next to her, softly moving his hands all over her, feeling the reality of something that was once a dream. He wanted her to see and react to his actions, so he was not going to do anything to her in an unconscious state. He waited patiently till she regained consciousness.

An unconscious Carol was looking very innocent. She was actually much more innocent. He already knew this. He had been observing very closely and he had discovered that she was a very loving woman, sweet, naive and charming. He'd rather call her an angel. Carol had perhaps never imagined in the worst of her nightmares that something so bad would happed to her. He was feeling kind of guilty in a corner of his heart, but then he really didn't mean to do anything bad to her. He only wanted to fulfill his desires; he'd be craving for her so badly since many days. He had no intention of hurting her, just that he was passionate about her and if that was going to hurt her, then she must bear that much for him, he thought. But he did have a heart and had promised himself that he would handle her with care and be as gentle as possible.

As all these thoughts were running through his mind, he saw her eyelashes flutter. He smiled and bent forward and kissed her cheek. Carol was disoriented, it took her some times to realize where she was, and the moment she saw him, her hazy eyes shot open. She screamed. She began to struggle with her restraints. They were as strong and stubborn as his grip. Feeling entirely helpless, she began to cry loudly. He took her in his arms and fondled her hair softly. He wiped off her tears with his thumbs and kissed her cheek again.

She was still crying bitterly. Amongst her tears she managed to say, “Who are you, and what do you want from me? Please let me go..I beg you, I wanna go home. Please."

“I am you predator, you are at my mercy now, and you will have to endure everything I do to you. I will use you as I please. You must obey me and satisfy my desires. And that is the purpose of your life." he whispered softly in her ears.

Before she could say anything further, he gave another passionate kiss on her lips. He got on top of her without putting his weight on her and continued fondling her, kissing her just trying to make her comfortable, just telling her to relax. Carol calmed down a bit to this friendly gesture. She relaxed and closed her eyes letting him touch and kiss her. His touch was soothing, but somewhere in her mind she never got over the frustration that she was going to be violated against her will. He continued pacifying her with his bold but graceful touches. But Carol suddenly got apprehensive when his hand moved lower cupping her breast with both his hands. As he applied slight pressure to them, she began to jerk trying to shake his hands off. He then gave her another kiss, to calm her down again. But that didn't seem to work this time. She was still to jerky. Then he didn't care anymore. There were so many things he wanted to do to her; he just couldn't afford to waste his time in just kissing her every now and then.

He then moved lower, raising her top and rubbing his palm on her warm abdomen; that made her all the more nervous. She started screaming and shouting, but he wasn’t really in mood to pamper her too much. All that he did in the beginning was because she genuinely needed to be pacified. But that never gave her the permission to forget that he was the master, and she didn't really have a choice. He then moved his hands to her crotch, and rubbed her pussy trough her pants and proceeded lower to her thighs squeezing them hard. Carol continued struggling very hard and that called in for a punishment. He took a huge knife and pressed its blade under her chin. She winced at the pain and she raised her chin to escape the sharp edge of the knife. With his left thumb, he applied firm pressure over the inner canthus of her eye. It was quite painful and she began to scream, begging him to release the pressure. He made her suffer for quite some time before he released the pressure. Making an eye contact in a stern voice he said, “You better let things happen quietly, otherwise, I can get truly nasty with you. Better bear this in your mind."

With the same knife, he slit her top and revealed a black lacy bra, which covered her full breasts nicely. It had an exotic look, but that was not going to spare it. He was interested in what was beyond it. He tore off the bra using the knife. Her breasts were exposed completely to him. Carol began to weep softly. She was a virgin; she had never been touched at “those" places by a man before. But now she was so helpless before him, she knew she'd better not try to resist now, coz there wasn't much hope of freedom left.

He was spellbound to see her lovely breasts, he eagerly touched them, holding each in one hand and feeling the feathery soft touch of them. He was handling them gently, she was at ease, but she herself couldn't define this feeling of this beautiful male touch against her will. She was both feeling good as well as humiliated. She didn't know how to react to this, but he was doing his work really well. His hands had now begun kneading her breasts, squeezing every inch of flesh over her chest. It wasn't hurting at all, and he could see her nipples already hardening as if to welcome this assault. She shuddered as she felt his lips encircle her right nipple, which was slightly larger than the left. His tongue moved all over the nipple areola, coating it with a thick coat of his saliva. And soon his tongue began tickling her nipple, which he could feel was getting harder. He could hear her moan in surrender. She didn't have a choice other than taking it all silently. She just lay there calm letting her voice express all it wanted to. He had now begun sucking harder, causing a slight discomfort to her, but it wasb't really as painful as all that was going to follow. And in his enthusiastic sucking, he bit it hard in excitement. That made her scream, but before she could recover form the sting of his bite, she felt him giving the same treatment to the other nipple. She could feel her body reacting to his touches; her skin had become more sensitive, even a light touch would make her shiver. He continued assaulting her nipples for quite some time, when he suddenly seemed to lose control and pounced onto her, nibbling, mouthing every inch of her exposed skin. He left on her clear smooth skin many love bites, which he believed which as she would bear on her body for quite a long time, would serve the purpose to reminding her of this night spent with her passionate predator.

He could hardly wait now to undress the lower half of her body. His hands immediately worked on her pants pulling then off revealing a black panty. Carol sighed, in defeat; she knew her impending rape was drawing near with every passing moment. He then turned to her panties and held it between his teeth. With a powerful thrust of his neck, he managed to tear it off completely. Within fractions of the next few seconds, he forced her knees apart to get a clear view of the hole of his desires. Carol was weeping bitterly in humiliation; all that was protecting her dignity was lying on the floor in tatters. He raised her pelvis with one hand and brought her pussy near to his eyes to see it properly. With the fingers of the other hands, he parted her pussy lips and began to observe something that was so private for her. Carol was very thankful to the dim light of the room. But soon his fingers began to feel what he was observing with his eyes. Carol screamed softly and shuddered with every touch, as his fingers insulted her pussy. He smiled when he could feel some wetness on his fingers. He moved all his fingers through her slit, till they were all nicely coated with her juices. He then found her love hole and put one finger inside. That was all he could put in her tight virgin pussy. Carol jerked at this assault. He then began to rub his finger against the walls of her tight pussy; that was making her tremble violently. He smiled to see her expression. He was enjoying it all so much. He was already hard and the thought of his cock consuming this tight virgin hole sent a tingle down his belly.

She was begging him to stop, but he she didn't seemed to be loud enough for him to hear. He was just loving to play with her pussy; it felt so soft, wet and warm. He then look at her pitiful condition and smiled again. Something came into his mind. He let her pussy rest on the bed and he moved towards her mouth. He put the tip of one of his fingers on her cheek and he smiled making a straight eye contact to her. He said, “What do you have to say about this?"

Carol never felt so embarrassed before. Her offender was making her realize, that it is not just him who is guilty. Her body wanted him too. But she knew it was not the case. She was being violated against her will and her pussy was being forced to flow. He slipped one finger inside her mouth and held her firmly by her chin with the other hand. She knew what she had to do. And she was wise not to bite. She knew he wanted to humiliate her by making her taste her own lust. She bore the insult silently.

Now that he had made her lick all his fingers, he could hardly wait to penetrate her. Her pussy was much more gorgeous that what he had thought. It was going to feel like heaven to have his cock squeezed inside her tight pussy. It hardly took him anytime to undress; Carol could hardly see anything in the moonlit chamber, but whatever he looked like was dreadful beyond definition. Out of his clothing, she could see he had a body stronger than what she had thought. The sight of his naked body was truly breathtaking, but the size of his cock made her miss a few heart beats. She froze in horror. She couldn't imagine this monster work its way up her tiny virgin pussy. She began to jerk frantically, screaming and begging him to spare her. She had become hysterical, flexing all her muscles trying all her strength against her restraints. He could understand her fears. But he knew how to calm her down. Fucking her in such a condition was a piece of cake for him, but just that it'd be painful beyond imagination for her. He did care about this lovely innocent girl. He gently got on top of her, allowing his weight to hold her down, making it difficult for her to move.

He then held her head between his palms and whispered softly in her ears, “Relax sweetheart! Calm down, I'll be gentle with you I promise. I'll try to make it least painful."

“Please..."she begged with tearful eyes, “Please...let me go...please...I can't take this. Please ...have mercy."

“You can take it honey, and you will, coz you don't have a choice," saying this, his kissed he deeply not allowing her to speak anything further.

He started licking and nibbling every inch of her skin in an attempt to make her ready to receive his cock. He moved lower crossing her neck and the already assaulted breasts. His kisses were real passionate, they began to carry her into his world of desires, awakening her won. She could feel her body arch to his touches, and she was beginning to surrender to the wishes of her body. She closed her eyes allowing her skin to feel all that her predator wanted her to feel. She could feel her pussy juices flow. She wasn't crying or screaming anymore. She had surrendered herself completely to the man; preparing herself to be used by him to satisfy himself, and to derive all the pleasure he wanted from her body. And she knew that was her fate, she didn't wish to rebel anymore. He moved lower licking her flat abdomen and leaving a love bite a little below her belly button. And then he reached her pussy, but this time he didn't require much strength to part her legs, nor did he require to hold then apart. Placing both his palms on her inner thighs, he brought his lips very close to her pussy. He paused for a moment to breathe in her scent, and in a go his lips were on her pussy, his tongue teasing her clitoris. That was making her shudder, but she just let everything happen. He was gentle initially, but later as the excitements built up in his body he began to wildly eat her pussy. He could hear her moan and that was like music to his ears. He was now out of control, and now there was nothing that was going to stop him. After drinking her pussy juices, he was all set for the final moment.

He positioned himself between her legs. Carol could now feel the tip of his monster trying to push through her. Her virginity was preventing it form entering. He pushed with a small thrust and the head made its way in. Carol screamed, though it was only the head, it hurt like hell. And another thrust pushed another inch inside. She could feel her pussy walls stretch with every invading inch. Slowly he pushed, and but now half of his cock was in her, and the tightness of her pussy now made him lose control and he lost whatever patience he had. With the next thrust, he pushed the whole of his length inside her. The pain was excruciating, much more than she had imagined. He screams echoed throughout the room, perhaps even through the jungle surrounding the house. Perhaps this was her loudest scream ever. To be inside her was more blissful that he had thought, he could feel a nice tight, warm and wet pussy all around his manhood, and he though perhaps these are the pleasures of the heaven. He withdrew it a little only to ram it back into her with a greater force, making her let out a louder scream. She felt like her pussy was being stabbed. But she was completely helpless. He began to give repeated thrusts; it hurt a lot for the first few times, but then her pussy made provisions to make things a bit more comfortable for her. The increasing wetness reduced the friction, and this facilitated him to increase the speed too. Her breasts were bouncing with every thrust. This erotic excitement had now made him lose whatever was left of his humanity. He only knew that he wanted to fuck her hard, drain off every bit of pleasure form her body. He didn't bother to care for her anymore.

Carol could feel this change in him. That was all the more terrifying for her. All she could do to escape the pain was to surrender. She let her body be handled by him the way he felt like. She submitted to his pleasures. And soon she could feel something tingling in her pussy. It grew stronger with every passing moment and finally she felt a frantic wave run through her whole body. She began to convulse in orgasm and her pussy tightened around his manhood. He was pleased to see her cum. But he didn't stop fucking her. He went on till he began to feel a similar tingle. With that her grabbed her body hard in both is hands, and began to fuck her with all his strength. She felt as if he was trying to fit the whole of his body in her pussy. His cock was shuddering but she didn't realize that he was about to cum. She came to know only when he had already shot a huge load inside her. Her pussy could feel the warm fluid fill it. A couple of thrusts more and he collapsed on her. He held her head in his arms and kissed her lips. Then her moved lower to his neck and bit her hard there. He rested his head on her breasts for a while, and they both lie motionless. There was complete silence.

Carol broke the silence.“Please let me go now." she said.

“What made you think I was done with you?" was the reply.

Carol look at him in horror. Just one fuck had made her so weak; she thought she'd die if she was fucked again.

“You are too lovely to satisfy me with just one fuck. I want another one, and I will have it."

Carol was crying bitterly. He held her in her arms and said, “Relax baby, and stop crying now. You are no more a virgin. And I have already fucked you once. So a second fuck shouldn't really make a difference to you."

Carol didn't like the idea, but she knew there was no use fighting. And he was right; she really didn't have anything to lose now.

He released her hands as he was sure that she had neither strength nor reason to fight anymore. He held her by the back of her neck and made her bend over his cock, “Suck it clean and made me hard again." was his order.

Carol had never done this before. She reluctantly took it is her mouth, trying her best not to enrage him now. She moved her trembling lips over the shaft, just the half of it and it hit her gag reflex. He still held her neck firmly not allowing her to take it out. She started licking his cock, she could taste his cum along with the tragic remains if her virginity. That made her cry.

“What are you doing? Suck it harder!" he grunted.

She obeyed immediately with the fear of the entire length being rammed into her mouth as it did in her pussy. She started sucking with all her strength, with her tongue massaging the shaft. He tried pushing it deeper, but he realized that she was uncomfortable. Taking a little bit of pity this time, he withdrew a little. She could feel him harden again in her mouth. He released the pressure over her neck and she took the cock out of her mouth. Then she spontaneously began licking the entire length as she had not been able to take it in her mouth. She gave him a thorough cleaning. That made him smile. He gave her a loving hug and a kiss for that.

“Now," he said, “Since you have been such a good girl, I want to see how you can fuck yourself. Get on top of my and ride my cock. Guide it all the way into your pussy. Come on!"

Carol found it extremely humiliating. Only a whore could do such a thing she thought.

Gathering courage she said, “No, please not this."

He didn't even look at her. And suddenly she felt a backhand strike against her face bruising it badly. She was almost blacked out.

“Did you say something?" he asked so inquisitively as if nothing had happened.

Carol didn't dare to speak another word. She just nodded in negation.

“Then get to work!" he ordered.

Reluctantly Carol positioned her pussy over his cock. With trembling hands she held the cock and began to push it into her. It was not easy. It was still painful. But she didn't dare to disobey. Tears of humiliation were flowing down her cheeks as his green eyes were fixed on her face, enjoying her insult. She managed to get just the tip of it into her, and looked at him asking if it was enough.

“What? You call that enough? Damn, I want the entire length inside you, do you understand, the entire length!" he shouted.

A tearful Carol slowly began to allow the cock slide in under her weight, but it was really hurting her. Suddenly he grabbed her shoulders and pressed her pussy down against her cock, pushing the entre length into her. She screamed again.

“Hmmm that's my girl. Now ride it. Slide it in and out. Come on quick!"

She did as he said, though she wasn't doing it well, she tried her best to obey him. He understood that she really won't be able to make him cum if she rides at this rate. He grabbed her and pushed her onto the bed and began fucking her wildly as he had dome before. He had put his full weight on her this time. She was almost crushed. He continued fucking her with thrusts wilder than the ones before. Carol felt that he had fuck her brains out. She felt his cock pulsate again in a similar way. This time she knew he was going to cum. He went wild again, and this time he just grabbed her by her neck as he came. She could hear the masculine moans, sounded like some mad wild animal. She was already choking by the amount of pressure he applied on her neck. She though he was going to kill her.

He released the pressure over her neck, and she lay there gasping for breath. Before she could recover completely, she felt him again over her kissing and nibbling her passionately. She was not sure what he was going to do next. But she could see both satisfaction and a wild pleasure in his eyes. They kind of growled to see her plight. She was completely disheveled. He had drained her dry.

She looked at him looking for what he was going to do next. He reached for the knife and suddenly grabbed her by her hair and held it near her neck. She began to tremble with fear.

“It was nice fucking you," he said touching the sharp edge of the knife on her neck, “I guess you need some rest. Come on now, let me put you to sleep."

Carol began to weep bitterly. “Please don't kill me, please. I beg you please...I promise I won't tell about this to anyone."

He held her hair tighter and slit the skin of her neck.

She closed her eyes, preparing to die. She made one last plea, “Please don't."

And he granted it. He pushed her onto the bed, with her neck wound bleeding, but he had just cut the skin, and not caused any serious injury.

“Ok I won't kill you. Go home!"

Carol looked at him in astonishment. Yet she fell at his feet to thank him. She smiled weakly. But her smile was short lived.

“Go home for now. But you will come to me on your own and get fucked whenever I call you. This is what I want in return for sparing your life," he said, “I can very well lock you up in a dark room for the rest of your life, and fuck you everyday. I am being kind to you by not depriving you of your freedom. But if you fail to obey my orders, or try to talk about me to anyone, you will never escape me. And if you make me come after you, next time you won't go home alive."

Carol was shocked. But she could do nothing but cry at her helplessness.

“Now leave." he said.

"But," she said, "Please give me something to put on."

"Walk home naked," he ordered.

“No!" she screamed, “Please don't humiliate me like this. Please have mercy."

“Mercy? I am letting you go home alive isn't that enough of mercy for you? Are you sorry for not being dead?"

She didn't utter a word after that. Just got up silently and made it to the door. She just hoped to reach home before sunrise.

Ye bhi bahut accha hai aap na bahut dark likhti ho jo ki bahut accha lagta hai padhne mein maine jab ye pdhi thi to uss waqt khud ko uss christine ki jagah rakh kar dekha tha.


Ander tak kaamp rahi thi story padhne ke baad matlab kaise ek ladki ke picche wo ladka pad jaata hai aur uss ladki ki kya halat karta hai .

Par annt mein wo nangi ghar bhejna kuch jyada hi dara deta hai.

Chaliye aise hi likhte rahiye

 

[Sofia sweetu]

Black Mirror​

It was a cold winter night. The sound of the roaring cold wind tore through the silence of the night. It was just as cold and bitter as Nandini’s life had become. The 45 year old woman sat in the room of her bungalow sipping wine. Her face was weary, not so much from age as much from grief. Another tear drop rolled down her cheek from her red swollen eyes. The grief of losing her young son was tearing her heart apart. It was like the world had ended for her, at least everything that was good about the world was over. All she was left with was immense anguish due to her loss and bitterness for her daughter Ayesha.

She could hear her daughter singing in the next room. Her voice stung Nandini’s ears like poison darts. She tried not to react but couldn’t hold herself back for too long. She got up and stormed into her daughter’s room.

“So you are very happy after killing my Nishant, aren’t you?” Nandini said bitterly.

Ayesha was visibly hurt. “Why do you keep saying that mom?” she said with a distressed expression, “I didn’t kill him.”

“Don’t dare you call me Mom!” Nandini growled, “I am not your mom, hell, I despise that creature that gave birth to you. I brought you to my house, hoping to give you and a good life, and in return you ruined mine! I should have brought home a dog instead.”

Ayesha broke into tears. “Please don’t say that mom” she said.

“Save you fake tears and drama for someone who believes your gibberish.” Nandini said and left the room.

Nandini went back to her room. She looked at her empty glass and yelled, “Bertha! Get me another bottle.”

A faithful maid brought in another bottle of wine for her, and poured some of it into her glass.

“May I say something Mistress?” Bertha humbly asked.

“What is it?” Nandini said.

“It is indeed sad, what happened to Nishant. But I feel you shouldn’t blame Ayesha for it. I have served in this household for seventeen years. From what I know about Ayesha, she is a good girl and would not have deliberately hurt anyone. Even the police investigation confirmed that Nishant’s death was an accident. He tripped and hit his head against the table, the wound was such, the police had clearly ruled out the possibility of murder. Besides, Nishant was physically much stronger for Ayesha to have hurt him. His death was an unfortunate accident.” Bertha said.

Nandini was furious to hear that. “What do you mean accident?” she shouted, “That bitch Ayesha killed him. I was at home that day. I heard his scream and went upstairs. She was in the same room with him, God knows what she was doing there. That shameless bitch would have shed all dignity and opened her legs for him. Nishant often told me how she made lewd gestures and how desperately that slut wanted to bed him. And when she failed to seduce him, she killed him. She wanted the property and I know she’d do anything for that. That’s how these lowlife bitches show their true colors when raised in a wealthy family..”

Nandini took a long pause after that and continued. “He was my son Bertha, my only son! Do you know how it feels like to lose a young child? That day I saw him lying on the floor with a bleeding wound on his head, I held him in my arms and he pointed towards Ayesha, and he died before he could say anything” Nandini broke into tears, “He died in my arms, in these very arms and I could do nothing about it...he pointed at her before dying, people don’t lie in their last moments...I am sure she...”

“I am really sorry Mistress” Bertha interrupted, “But you must overcome it. Ayesha needs you. She has been very depressed lately. She sings because it helps her lighten the burden of her heart. But she is just an innocent little girl who craves for the love of her mother. Please don’t let grief and bitterness get the better of you, blaming Ayesha for what happened will not get you your son back, it will only take your daughter away from you.”

“Shut the fuck up!” Nandini yelled, “I don’t need any fucking piece of advice from you. You are a fucking servant, and you’d better mind your place. Now get lost and don’t show me your face again.”

Bertha quietly left the room leaving Nandini with her bitterness and grief. Nandini sat back on the chair and tried to think about the happy times, when everything was beautiful, there was sunshine and hope for her bright future. Nandini was happily married to a wealthy man, and a son was born soon after their marriage. Her second pregnancy however led to miscarriage and a complication such that she wouldn’t be able to bear anymore children. Nandini was grieving the loss of her unborn child. Her husband was a kind hearted person and craved for a daughter. After Nandini’s miscarriage he discussed with her regarding adoption a daughter. Nandini gladly accepted and Ayesha came into the family. Everything was so peaceful, like a dream, till the dream was rudely disrupted by the sudden death of Nandini’s husband. She now has the responsibility of two children, which she found more and more burdening with each passing day. She was unable to feel the same for Ayesha, and gradually distanced herself from the orphan. Now times were so hard for her, losing the people she loved the most. It was so painful and she was so tired. She fell asleep.

Next morning Nandini was rudely awoken but a gust of strong cold wind blowing through her window. The wind was so strong it flung the window open. It was getting colder, even the sun couldn’t bring any warmth. Perhaps when there is so much coldness in human hearts, there is nothing much the elements can do.

Nandini walked out of her room and nearly froze at what she saw. A gentle stream of red liquid was flowing out of Ayesha’s room. She opened the door to find her lying in a pool of her own blood flowing out of her slit wrists. Ayesha’s body was cold, just like Nandini’s heart.

Nearby Nandini found an envelope the read “Mom”

With a trembling hand, she opened it and began to read the letter within it.



Dear Mom,

I know you don’t like it when I call you Mom, but please don’t be angry, perhaps this is the last time.

Perhaps it is hard to love an adopted child as your very own, perhaps that why it is hard for you to believe me. But there is so much I wish to tell you mom, I hope you believe me this time, because I am dying. I hope you will believe my last words. I really love you mom, and I am truly grateful for everything that you have done for me. I was very young when Dad died, and you singlehandedly raised me and my brother. I value all the sacrifices you made for me, and you have always meant everything to me.

Will you believe me if I tell you something mom? Will you believe me if I tell you something you would not like to hear? Your son used to hurt me. He only pretended to be nice to me in front of others, only when he found me alone he would reveal the devil within him. Did you never notice my bruises and scars mom? Or did you never wish look beyond the blind love you had for your son? Since the last few years, I have been a mute victim of his lust. He used to use me as a little rag to mop up his need. His strong grip over my mouth muffled my screams, I could hardly even breathe. I was very afraid. Only I know how I used to bear the pain and shame. I was afraid to tell anyone...I wanted to tell you mom, I wanted to hug you and cry in your arms, I wanted to tell you how much I am hurting...but I was afraid you won’t believe me.

The day he died, he wanted to do the same to me but somehow he tripped and fell. Mom I didn’t kill him. Please believe me, in spite of everything I didn’t kill him. I knew he means a lot to you. I would never do anything to hurt him, even if he was hurting me every day.

It takes a lot of pain in their heart for a person to bring a blade to their wrist and even greater pain to push it into their skin. But what is more painful for me is not being able to prove my innocence to you. All I wanted was you to believe me, I hope you believe me this time, because I am dying. Sometimes I feel this whole thing is a big nightmare, I hope I wake up soon, and I hope you will be there for me mom, to hug me with open arms, to love me with open heart.


Your loving daughter,

Ayesha


Nandini stood motionless, her heart sank. She lost the last person she had closest to family. Ayesha was lying stiff, motionless and cold but her eyes were open, staring at Nandini. Her eyes looked beautiful even after her death, her large dark doe eyes were looking just as innocent as they used to. Nandini couldn’t see the innocence in them when there was life in them. Now, all she could see in them was her own reflection, like looking into a black mirror. Nandini saw a dark reflection of herself in the dead girl’s eyes, reflecting how dark her heart had become.

Bertha was right after all. Cursing Ayesha didn’t bring her son back, it only took her daughter away from her. A tear drop from Nandini’s eyes fell over the letter and smudged the ink, another tear drop fell on the floor and smudged the bloodstain.

Ek aur behtareen kahani

Saayad yahi hota hai hum ladkiyon ke saath hame hamesha apne bhaiyon se kam pyaar milta hai ghar mein upar se unki hi baatein sacchi maani jaati hai.

Yaha to Ayesha adopted thi. Kon sunta uski jo usko laya tha uska pita wo to gujar gaya aur bacchi sirf ek bete ke pyaar mein andhi maa aur ek hawashi bhai.

Ek tarah se Nishant ke saath accha hi hua wo Ayesha ka shoshan kar raha tha uska marna thik tha aur Nandni ke saath bhi accha hua ab akeli rah gayi thi wo aise hi rahe hamesha praschatap ki agni mein jalti hui.

Aise hi likhte rahiye