A side story to one I'm working on, I just had to write this now or it would've gotten lost in the choas that is my mind.

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"Misora. Get in here. Now." The voice was deadly calm and I winced wondering what I'd done before I ran to see what my Master wanted. It still felt strange for me to call him Master, even in my thoughts, instead of Tormaki. But I knew better then not to obey him. And he had told me to call him Master, so I did.

I entered the bedroom where he was just waking up. I stared at him taken aback for the hundredth time at his perfect male features. He looked the way that a true male would look, not some of the fopish boys that ran around acting like men, but a real man. Then I caught the look of annoyance on his face and dropped to my knees. "Yes, Master?" I asked with my eyes on the floor between my knees. I laid my palms on my thighs just above my knees and awaited his command. I didn't have to wait long.

"Get up and come here pet." I was taken aback by the gentleness in his voice. The last few days he had been easily angered and stayed annoyed even when I was being good. I pushed myself to my feet and walked to the side of the bed, putting myself inside his reach. "Look at me, pet. I don't like you acting like you're about to be beat and cringing already." I lifted my eyes to his shyly and he smiled slightly then his smile faded to be replaced by a frown.

"You are afraid. Why?" But before I could gather the courage to tell him what he wanted to know he cursed and I couldn't help flinching. He noticed this and cursed again. More quietly this time, under his breath. He reached out and grabbed my wrist slowly as if he was afriad of spooking me and causing me to take flight. He must not realize that even though he might spook me, I would never run from him. "I've been too hard on you these past few days haven't I? I didn't mean to use you so roughly. Pet, I'm sorry. I'll be more mindful of my actions from now on." I smiled cautiously and his answering smile made me relax.

I cleared my throat silently asking permission to speak. He looked startled and then regretful then he nodded, giving me permission. "Master? I don't mind when you are to rough with me. It happens. You've been having a rough time and so you need me. I don't mind letting you use me hard. thank you for letting me speak Master." he nodded at my words and looked at me for quiet awhile until I fidgited wondering what I had forgotten and desprately searching my mind for what it was. My eyes searched his looking for some clue and I trembled. I couldn't think what I could've forgotten and I was fast become really worried.

Suddenly he spoke again, his voice was utterly gentle and very quiet, as if trying to calm a spooked animal, "Pet? What is the matter? Why are you so afriad suddenly?" He spoke each word clearly and carefully as if it were glass and he said it to hard it would break. I trembled wondering if he was goign to punish me again for not remembering whatever I was supposed to remember, ontop of punishing me for forgetting in the first place. I was almost shaking with my fear. And I started panting with dread. His hand reached out slowly and I flinched as he touched me. I don't remember moving but suddenly I was on my back under neath him and I closed my eyes with fear, waiting for him to start hurting me. I tried to relax and was partially successful. "Misora." He called my name softly and I opened my eyes slowly expecting him to do something any moment. He sigh softly as I met his eyes and then asked, "Why am I punishing you?"

I gulped before I answered. "Because I forgot something Master." I hated admitting I had forgotten anything but that I didn't know what I had forgotten made it even worse.

"What did you forget?" I had known that question was coming but it didn't stop my from wincing as he asked. His voice was so gentle that it was hard for me to believe he was mad. But I knew better. I knew the punishment was coming, and I knew I could take it, but I couldn't take the waiting much longer.

"I don't know Master. I can't remember what I forgot. Please just punish me. Don't draw it out like this, just do it please?" I was looking up at him with tears in my eyes as I said this. I knew it wouldn't change his mind but I hoped if he hadn't made up his mind yet, it might influence him to go easy on me. I closed my eyes praying that he would start before the fear made me begin to struggle. I could only control myself for so long.

It was a complete shock when I felt soft warm lips on my jaw. My whole body froze as they working thier way down my neck and then back up. Slowly my body relaxed and my tight muscles loosened. I didn't open my eyes, thinking I was dreaming and not wanting him to stop. I sighed as his lips crossed my jaw and nibbled at the corner of my mouth. I turned my head blindly searching for the lips, wanting one soft kiss before I was punished. But the lips pulled away, I whimpered needing some love after the hard week and the teasing he was putting me through. "Open your eyes." His voice was still soft and gentle. And I slowly opened my eyes and met his gaze. Before I knew what was happening, his lips met mine and began to slowly devour my mouth. His tongue explored me while his hands stroked my shoulders and arms, soothinng and arousing at the same time. I whimpered into his mouth and pressed my body into his wanting him to use me while he was in a good mood.

He pulled away just enough to speak. "Now tell me again why I'm punishing you." I scrambled to remember the conversation with a moan. But before I can recall it, his mouth closes over mine again. I surrender to the sensations and let myself float on cloud nine while he kisses me. "I'm not going to punish you Misora. I'm not going to hurt you anymore. I'm going to take any the fear that I've given you." I tremble with a strange mix of lust and fear and his hands smooth over my shoulders and arms calming my trembling body.

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I'll contiue later, please leave comments and suggestions.

 

Interesting, pet. Very interesting. It was different than what I expected. I like it though. I'm sure you'll enjoy the reward I give you for this...

 

Mmm...

Very well done. he is teaching you well.

 

The Abuse

This is a prequel to the first post in this thread. Did I have yourpet's permission? No. But as every slave who reads this will agree, a master's will IS his slave's permission.

Now then, on with the show.

His name was Ai Torimaki. He was a high-ranking military officer who specialized in melee weapon combat, especially blades of any kind. Unfortunately, with the new age of missiles and bombs and machine guns, melee warfare was pretty much out of the question. So Torimaki never got to do what he craved: pierce someone's skin with his blade, hear their cry, and see the blood.

That is, until he met Misora.

Misora was a young girl who had approached Torimaki in a town he had taken by force. Like most high-ranking officers, Torimaki hadn't actually done any fighting during the attack, but God, did he want to. The girl herself was a native who spoke to him. She told him of how his officers had killed her parents and left her alone. What surprised Torimaki was, she wasn't mad. She didn't ask for money, or revenge, or anything of that nature. Her only request was for Torimaki to take care of her for a while.

"Heh. Why should I do something like that?" Torimaki asked, looking away. "It's not my fault your folks didn't know how to defend themselves. Truth be told, the troops I led into this village weren't even fully trained."

Misora looked pained, then she dropped to her knees before him. "Please, sir, I have nowhere to go. Your attack has left me with nothing."

"You have no money. Do you expect to pay rent out your ass?"

Misora looked up at him. "If that's what you wish."

This took Torimaki by surprise. He hadn't made a sexual reference on purpose, but she had jumped on it. Now Torimaki could see profit for him. "Fine. I'll feed you. Clothe you. Let you bathe and sleep in your own bed. But you will refer to me as 'Master' and obey my every command. You are not a girl to me. You are just another spoil of war."

He couldn't tell if he imagined it or not, but he thought he saw Misora's legs squirm on her bended knees. "Yes, Master."


That had been six months ago. Now Torimaki had a way to satisfy his craving. He wanted blood. And he had a girl who was full of it, and loved seeing it. He didn't understand why, but Misora got so much wetter at the sight of her own blood. He would fuck her roughly until the scent of blood arose from her sex, and that scent was enough to drive her into a climax. She was an animal. And she was right: She had nothing left but her ass to pay with.

Lately, Torimaki hadn't been treating her very well though. Usually he kept her quite civilized, treated her like a decent human being except when he was fucking her, but now when he came into the door it was always something unexpected for her.

He drove home one day, hating his job and hating his life. He opened the door and slammed it shut.

Misora stood at the kitchen counter, naked except for an apron, just as her master had ordered. "Hello Master," she said brightly, walking towards him.

When she was within reach, he slapped her across the face. Misora just stood in shock.

"Repeat your orders for today to me, slave."

"Um..I was to clean the whole house when I woke up, then I could shower and put on this apron, then I was to cook your dinner in nothing but the apron and have it ready for you by the time you got home."

"Perfect. Word for word. But I fail to see where I ordered you to speak at all today."

Misora's cheeks flushed red. She looked down silently.

 

The Abuse, Continued

My sincerest apologies. I will try to finish this now.

Misora's cheeks flushed. She looked down silently. Torimaki knew that part of her wanted to apologize for being a bad girl and sob, while the other part said that following orders was more important than making up for mistakes, and therefore, to remain silent.

Then there was the last part of her. The part that Torimaki was most interested in. The part of her that thought with her sex. The part of her that was squirming in her pants, wanting to speak again, wanting to be slapped again, or worse. The part that craved punishment.

In the end, the second part won, and she remained silent. Torimaki knew she had calmed the mental maelstrom because she simply stepped out of his way and let him walk towards the dinner table.

She set the meal in front of him, having not made any for herself. A good girl. Torimaki looked up and spoke. "You have finished cooking. There is no longer a need for that apron."

Misora nodded and slipped it off her shoulders, revealing her breasts slowly, sexily. She knew this would get her a reward. And it did.

"You may eat with me, slave. Sit here." He gestured to the seat next to him. She happily plopped into the chair. He pushed the plate to her, and the fork. "However, I'm tired. Feed me."

He couldn't tell if it was the importance of the role that he had bestowed upon her or the excitement of such a humiliating order, but Misora smiled and eagerly picked up a small piece of steak and placed it into his mouth, then took a piece for herself.

They ate like that in silence, Misora in bliss and Torimaki just waiting until the amount of nourishment he needed was digested. After the meal ended, Torimaki made Misora clean the dishes by hand, completely naked. When she was done, he took her to his room.

Misora walked silently beside him, behind him slightly for respect's sake, and then he let her enter the room first. She walked in and turned to him. "You will be tied up tonight, slave. Assume the position." Torimaki ordered coldly.

Misora laid on her back on the bed and spread her arms so that her wrists touched the head of the bed and spread her legs so that her ankles touched the foot. The feeling of her cunt exposed had already made her wet, in addition to the anticipation.

Torimaki silently bound her wrists to the bed, then her ankles. Then he reached into the drawer in the nightstand, causing Misora to gasp in alarm. That was the punishment drawer, and Torimaki never returned anything he took out of it. That way, the punishment was always different, and Misora never knew what to expect. This time, he removed a piece of black cloth, then knelt over Misora. Her chest rose and her breathing quickened. He was so close to her nipples, so close..would he tease them? She wanted him to. He could tell. She was restraining herself so badly, but she was dying to thrust her nipples into his hand. Ignoring her, Torimaki wrapped the cloth around her eyes, tying tightly. The blindfold was state-of-the-art, and used in military torture, so it was completely sightless underneath it.

Then Torimaki did something he had never done to her before. He reached down, towards his waist, and gripped the handle of his favorite sword. The blade he carried with him at all times. Removing it from its sheath expertly and silently, he stood above her, feeling the power of her life coarsing through his body. He could take her life right now if he wanted to. But he didn't. He simply chose to take something else, the same thing he had taken from her every night since they had met.

Torimaki took away a little chunk of Misora's innocence.

He flipped the sword around, and slowly, torturingly, slid the handle of his sword into her sex.

She gasped and cried out. What was this? This unfamiliar feeling? Had Master called someone else in to rape her? This wasn't her Master's dick, but it was too large to be a toy.

He forced it in deeper, twisting it, and laughed as her sex clenched around it, laughed as her body instinctively tried to pleasure the seed out of the invader, so it would go limp and be removed. Her body tried, and tried again. It failed every time. That was what made sex toys great. They never came, never got tired. Never stopped.

Misora came no less than twenty times before he removed it, and then he left her alone, tied up and blindfolded on his bed. He slept on the couch that night. The next day, he opened the door, and there sat his slave. Her legs, thighs, and sex were drenched, and he realized she hadn't stopped climaxing since he had left. She was unconscious, her cheeks were bright red and her sex was so swollen it was unbelievable. Torimaki smiled. Who said swords were outdated and obsolete?

 

Well written.

Story well formed.

 

I thank you. My slave is my inspiration