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Miranda/Joyride 01
Okay, ya got two girls on the farm... Chores are done, the summers hot, what's a bored pair of girls to do?
WRONG!
We are talking Miranda and AmyLee here folks... Ain't no skinny dippin' in the pond (okay they did that too but...), there ain't no cow tippin' (umm well, just a couple times...), There ain't no swipin' moonshine from the still (who we kiddin' here of COURSE there was!). Okay, okay, but ya gotta remember who we are talking about here. These two just gotta take everything to the next level. Maybe even a couple of levels...
Miranda/Joyride 01Okay, ya got two girls on the farm... Chores are done, the summers hot, what's a bored pair of girls to do?
WRONG!
We are talking Miranda and AmyLee here folks... Ain't no skinny dippin' in the pond (okay they did that too but...), there ain't no cow tippin' (umm well, just a couple times...), There ain't no swipin' moonshine from the still (who we kiddin' here of COURSE there was!). Okay, okay, but ya gotta remember who we are talking about here. These two just gotta take everything to the next level. Maybe even a couple of levels...
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[WillieMacJ] Savita 01
Savita, a young Indian woman had found work as a housemaid for a wealthy Arabic household in the Middle East.
The unfortunate Savita had fallen foul of her employer, the pathologically jealous wife of the house owner, who falsely believed the girl was flirting with her husband in an attempt to steal him away from her. It was true, however, that the husband did have eyes for the comely girl.
As a result, the paranoid wife reported Savita to the local police and for good measure included the lie that the young woman had also stolen items from the family.
It was not long before Savita was arrested, held in custody, charged with the alleged offences and then summarily found guilty on all counts.
The particular governorate of the province where she worked had a reputation for being especially strict in its enforcement of Sharia law. This was in large part due to the ruthless and often sadistic behaviour of the local governor, Sheikh Al Harun.
Under the law of the governate, the penalty for such crimes was public flogging carried out in a dedicated punishment area of the main town square. The term 'public' was not entirely true in this jurisdiction in the case of female punishments, in that women were forbidden to watch. Men came from far and wide, however, since it had become known that these punishments, particularly of young women, were often conducted in a very explicit and unusual manner.
Never for a second had Savita thought that she would be one of those female victims. But here she was, dragged from a police SUV through the crowd of men and stopping in front of the dreaded Sheikh Al Harun who was waiting behind a solid and ominous medieval-looking frame.
Shamed and blushing, Savita removed her lower garment to the accompaniment of a chorus of male grunts of approval. A modest young woman, the trembling beauty looked from face to face among the onlookers, but found not an iota of sympathy or compassion in their dark eyes.
Savita 01Savita, a young Indian woman had found work as a housemaid for a wealthy Arabic household in the Middle East.
The unfortunate Savita had fallen foul of her employer, the pathologically jealous wife of the house owner, who falsely believed the girl was flirting with her husband in an attempt to steal him away from her. It was true, however, that the husband did have eyes for the comely girl.
As a result, the paranoid wife reported Savita to the local police and for good measure included the lie that the young woman had also stolen items from the family.
It was not long before Savita was arrested, held in custody, charged with the alleged offences and then summarily found guilty on all counts.
The particular governorate of the province where she worked had a reputation for being especially strict in its enforcement of Sharia law. This was in large part due to the ruthless and often sadistic behaviour of the local governor, Sheikh Al Harun.
Under the law of the governate, the penalty for such crimes was public flogging carried out in a dedicated punishment area of the main town square. The term 'public' was not entirely true in this jurisdiction in the case of female punishments, in that women were forbidden to watch. Men came from far and wide, however, since it had become known that these punishments, particularly of young women, were often conducted in a very explicit and unusual manner.
Never for a second had Savita thought that she would be one of those female victims. But here she was, dragged from a police SUV through the crowd of men and stopping in front of the dreaded Sheikh Al Harun who was waiting behind a solid and ominous medieval-looking frame.
| "O believers, stand firm for justice ..." With apologies to Ed (and all the lovely fair-skinned redheads of the world) it will be nice to witness and enjoy the travails of a dark-eyed, tawny-skinned beauty. And I'm even more hopeful that Sheikh Al-Harun and the henchmen in his realm do not adhere to the custom that women - or at least foreign women - must be fully veiled in public. I can't quite make out the nature of the framework, but I'm sure that I'll find it well-suited to its purpose -- displaying Savita's lovely young body to best advantage. | Ahmed, a local butcher, stroked his beard and nodded his head approvingly as the sheikh issued his directive. "It is well, my friend, " he muttered to his neighbor Ali. "Too many of these infidel girls come to our oil-rich nation and think they can do as they please." "You are right, my friend," his corpulent friend replied, as he edged closer to the wooden frame to improve his vantage point for the coming spectacle. "And if her body is anything like her pretty face, we are in for a rare treat." |
| When Savita hesitated to remove her upper garment, Sheikh Al Harun snapped angrily, "Bisura! Hurry up, you indolent slut!" Fearful of making her situation even worse, Savita stripped off her top, revealing her lacy lingerie. "Do you see, my friends," the Sheikh bellowed to his male countrymen in a voice dripping with malice. "Surely this servant girl must have stolen money to be able to afford such sinful garments! But today justice will be served, inshallah!" Meanwhile Ahmed and Ali and the other men in the crowd moved closer still, their dark eyes strafing the half revealed curves of Savita's nubile young body. "We are in for a special treat, today, my friend," the butcher muttered lewdly, as he wiped at the saliva pooling at the corner of his mouth. "Yes," his companion rejoined. "She has the body of an houri, has she not?" | Annoyed that Savita is taking too long to undress, Al Harun orders Adel, his bearded assistant, to cut away the brassiere. Feasting his gaze on Savita's opulent, bra-covered breasts, one of the sheik's cronies pinions Savita's arms behind her, ib a movement that further enhances the wondrous thrust of her breasts. Meanwhile Adel produces a sharp-bladed knife, and approaches the trembling beauty, while a buzz of virile male voices fills the desert air. |
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[WillieMacJ] Savita 02
The burly Salah, delighted to be of such service to his master, gripped Savita's bare arms painfully tight, while Adel sliced through the flimsy fabric of the brassiere in a teasingly slow manner, in order to further excite the townspeople. When the severed garment fell away, a roar from the crowd celebrated the sight of Savita's luscious breasts. Young and firm, they seemed to spring forward from her chest shamelessly, as if begging for attention.
"The prophet be praised," Ahmed whistled softly as he ogled Savita's trembling treasures.
"Indeed -- her breasts remind me of Mumbai mangoes," ** Ali whispered lewdly to his comrade. "Ripe and juicy with soft, sweet skin." The merchant paused for a moment and then added, "I have traveled in India, my friend, and I think this young beauty is of mixed race -- her complexion is too fair for a girl of Indian blood."
"Hadha sahih!" Ahmed agreed. "Her delicious young breasts are capped with a most inviting pinkness, are they not? She surely has some European blood!"
"All the better!" Ali, who had no love for the people of the west, spat contemptuously. "I hope our beloved sheikh imposes a strict sentence!"
Savita 02"The prophet be praised," Ahmed whistled softly as he ogled Savita's trembling treasures.
"Indeed -- her breasts remind me of Mumbai mangoes," ** Ali whispered lewdly to his comrade. "Ripe and juicy with soft, sweet skin." The merchant paused for a moment and then added, "I have traveled in India, my friend, and I think this young beauty is of mixed race -- her complexion is too fair for a girl of Indian blood."
"Hadha sahih!" Ahmed agreed. "Her delicious young breasts are capped with a most inviting pinkness, are they not? She surely has some European blood!"
"All the better!" Ali, who had no love for the people of the west, spat contemptuously. "I hope our beloved sheikh imposes a strict sentence!"
| Adel paused for a moment after slicing through the material of Savita's brassiere, and gestured to Salah to turn her slowly, so that every man in the crowd could get a good luck at the miscreant's superb breasts. One by one, the sheikh's countrymen ogled Savita's nearly nude body - her sleek, dancer's legs, the narrow waist that accentuated the womanly broadness of her shapely hips, and the glorious, ripe-nippled breasts that heaved up and down so invitingly. After a minute or so of exhibiting his nearly naked prize, the sheikh directed his men to bind her to the sinister whipping frame. Savita struggled bravely, but her violent but futile resistance accomplished little but to infuse her dusky skin with a tantalizing patina of perspiration. "What a body!" Ahmed muttered as he surreptitiously rubbed a hairy hand against the front of his robe to give his swollen manhood more freedom. "Yes," Ali nodded. "And do you not admire the way that lovely body is stretched tightly for our pleasure? The sheikh is going to give us all a good show!" Then he pause and added, "What sort of an instrument will be used, do you think? It is whispered that our sheikh has quite a collection!" "It matters not to me," the butcher responded. "I just want to see that Indian slut wriggling and begging for mercy!" | Al Harun watches the young woman intently as the procedure is carried out. Savita looks up into the Sheikh's eyes hoping he will have mercy but all she sees is a look of sadistic delight. While Adel and Salah imprisoned Savita's slender wrists in the unforgiving obduracy of the shackles, the cruel sheikh strolled around to face the newly manacled beauty, meeting the appeal in her pleading eyes with heartless disdain. Savita continued to struggle against the iron cuffs, but her desperate attempts to free herself only served to agitate the proud thrust of her tawny breasts. "Tighter, my friends!" the sheikh barked. "I want this infidel harlot to suffer the full measure of our justice!" |
| His face a mask of malevolence, the tyrannical sheikh gives instructions that the sole defender of Savita's shame, the filmy panties that cling as closely to her deliciously rounded buttocks as the skin of a grape, be removed. Adel, having, like Salah, stripped off his woolen upper garment, is delighted by this command. He has disrobed women for his master before, but none so beautiful as Savita, and none for such a crowd-pleasing purpose. "Look at those bottom-cheeks!" Ahmed muttered gleefully to Ali. "I can't wait to see them dance under the lash!" "And do I not detect a stain of moistness between the harlot's legs?" Ali countered. "She is a hot one, my friend, and well deserves the whip!" | Savita wriggles lewdly as she tries to rotate her rounded derriere to escape Adel's knife. Meanwhile, she notices in horror out of the corner of her eye that the brutish Salah has equipped himself with a leather whip. Only now does she understand the full urgency of her predicament. "Please ... please spare me," she cried out in a panicky voice. "i only smiled at my employer, nothing more. And I took nothing from his wife or his household. I only want to go home, to my own country. Please ... please ..." her voice tailed off. "Your every lie worsens your punishment, whore!" the sheikh roared. "Cut off her garment, Adel!" he snarled, but be careful not to draw blood from the wench!" For a moment Savita breathed a sigh of relief, but only for an instant. Because a few seconds later, Al Harun continued in a lecherous tone, "Let my beautiful whips have that pleasure!" |
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[WillieMacJ] Savita 03
Savita 03| Half mesmerized by Savita's sleek tawny skin, Adel knelt eagerly to his task, inserting the sharp knife carefully into the back of her undergarment and then slicing through the skimpy fabric, allowing the very tip of the blade to trace a trail down the tempting cleft between Savita's sumptuously rounded buttocks. The material split apart easily, and within moments, Adel held the riven garment aloft, basking in the boisterous cheers of the crowd, while Sheikh Al Harun continued to enjoy the view of the upper slopes of Savita's succulent breasts. | Only when Savita's nakedness was fully exposed, did Adel join his muscular colleague Salah in grasping the handle of a whip. As he did so the crowd of men, teased to a fever pitch by the sight of Savita's gorgeous naked body, erupted in a cacophony of shouts expressing support for their despot as well as sexual ardor and delight. "Glory to Sheikh Al Harun! All glory to His Majesty!! May he punish the foreign whore!!" "Whip the thieving whore well, soldiers of justice!" the crowd yelled encouragement to the two men charged with punishing the miscreant. The sheikh's henchmen smiled broadly upon receiving the adulation, with Salah cracking his whip threateningly, while Adel terrorized Savita more subtly, trailing the tail of his lash down the beautiful prisoner's back and through the sweet, shadowy groove between her shimmering buttocks. |
| "Please, "Savita begged tearfully. "I want to go home ... to my own country, my own people. Pl-please let me go!" "Your tears will avail you nothing here, whore!" the sheikh snarled. "Adel! Salah! You have prepared her well! in a moment I will give you the signal to begin -- and remember -- He who strikes the harder will receive a nice bonus. This thieving foreign wench must be taught a lesson!" Ahmed the butcher felt his manhood swelling to a fullness he had never known as his dark eyed explored the dark-grooved perfection of Savita's sweat-sheened buttocks. "Get on with it," he muttered impatiently to himself. Ali, the porcine merchant beside him, overheard Ahmed's exhortation. "Be not too much in a hurry, my friend. As for myself, I would like the pretty slut's punishment to last until the last rays of our hot desert sun have settled behind the mountains in the west. For never have I seen a female backside more deserving of the whip!" |
| The male figures in their caftans and keffiyehs edged closer, their hungry eyes devouring the planes and curves of Savita's nude body. The sheik's praetorian guard, a squadron of khaki-clad soldiers, was even more fortunate, forming an inner ring of voyeurs who would have an even better view of Safiya's torment. Most forunate of all, of course, were Adel and Salah, the sheikh's loyal henchmen, who were entrusted with the duty and pleasure of meting out the punishment. Tightening their grips on the handles of the menacing whips, the two men waited breathlessly for the sheikh's order to begin. | Upon a nod from the Sheikh, Adel pulls his whip back Having, by his dilatory pace, teased the lustful throng into a simmering cauldron of virile sexual ardor, the sheikh nods to Adel, who though slimmer than Salah, was himself well-muscled. "No.... no..." Savita pleaded, but her tears were to no avail, as Adel tightened his grip on the whip and drew the lash well back, preparing to strike Savita's tawny flesh with all the power and fury at his command. |
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[WillieMacJ] Savita 04
Five and twenty times each, Adel and Salah had swung their leather whips, alternately striping Savita's bare back and nude buttocks. The poor prisoner's moans of distress and pleas for mercy grew louder as her suffering increased,, but her cries were drowned out by the excited roars of the leering crowd.
Ahmed and Ali led the cheers until the fiftieth savage stroke, but fell silent when Sheikh Al Harun called upon his henchmen to terminate the flogging. Shirtless and sweaty, the brawny but now disconsolate whip-wielders grudgingly let their high-flying whips trail limply to the ground.
The crowd stirred restlessly, pleased with the barbaric sexual spectacle they had witnessed, but a bit puzzled by the fact that Al Harun did not immediately direct his men to unshackle the nude body of the Indian beauty...
Savita 04| Upon receiving the long-awaited signal from the sheikh, Adel's left arm swept down with a resonant CRACKKK!! that shattered the stillness of the desert air. So vehement, so violent was the blow that Savita's luscious breasts were crushed against the rough-timbered frame under the vigilant gaze of the mighty Al Harun. | None of the men watching were surprised by Adel's strength, but the skill and artistry of his blow was undeniable. Salah could not help but look on enviously as the very tip of Adel's lash-stroke took a cruel bite out of the upper contour of Savita's left breast, as well as raking across the tender flesh of her back. |
| "AGHHHHHH!!" Savita's woeful shriek of suffering drew a cruel smile from the sheikh and smirks of virile lust from the eager onlookers as her naked, sweat-sheened body shuddered in paroxysms of sexual agony. Her proud-nippled breasts fought a losing battle with the obdurate wooden frame even as her shapely hips and dancer's thighs squirmed in response to the unbearable torment of the lash. "What would I not give to be in Adel's place," Ali chortled in delight. "Whipping the bare body of such an enticing young beauty!" Ahmed the butcher nodded in assent, his predatory gaze never leaving the gorgeous curves of Savita's body. | Hearing the excited cheers from the lusty onlookers, Salah elected to open a second front on the beauty of the Indian beauty, delivering a lash across Savita's enticingly rounded buttocks with all of his considerable strength, drawing a second scream of agony, from the tortured prisoner. Savita's plaintive wail was music to the ears of the townsmen and soldiers, whose manly ardor was mounting to new heights by the savage spectacle. "Please ... please ... take pity on a poor girl," Savita moaned miserably. "No mercy for the thieving slut!" bellowed Ahmed the butcher. "She must be made to pay for her sins!" |
Ahmed and Ali led the cheers until the fiftieth savage stroke, but fell silent when Sheikh Al Harun called upon his henchmen to terminate the flogging. Shirtless and sweaty, the brawny but now disconsolate whip-wielders grudgingly let their high-flying whips trail limply to the ground.
The crowd stirred restlessly, pleased with the barbaric sexual spectacle they had witnessed, but a bit puzzled by the fact that Al Harun did not immediately direct his men to unshackle the nude body of the Indian beauty...
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[Novaksus] Jenna Chapter 1 - 044-048
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Sitting down, the man beckoned Jenna to come closer. When she did, he lifted her up and placed her down on his knee, having her sit on his lap while he made himself comfortable. It was late, but he wanted to progress a little before sleeping.
"You seem to be taking this all rather well. Maybe a part of you knew this was where you were heading all along?" Bahdo raised a brow, examining her reaction intently.
Hesitating a little, Jenna slowly opened her mouth and responded after some consideration. "Would it be better if I resisted? ... Master?" Her tone was too sharp for his liking.
The man's hand on her butt left her skin for a few moments. Then she felt a weird sting on her rump cheek. What followed was a feeling of numbness... of letting go.
"That's more like it." He saw her face soften up.
"Problem with old bitches like yourself, you think you're owed more, you think you're worth more... Because you've lived for longer. Hadn't you had such a fuckable body, then I'd thrown you onto a device and let it break you without giving it a second thought. But those kinds of slaves are boring and bottom shelf in quality." He spoke with daggers in his words. Seeing her inability to defend herself, he got more comfortable.
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"That's more like it. Yes. Lie down, relax, let whatever happens happen." His tone was much kinder and warmer. Jenna felt like she had been drugged. Her mind was foggy. She was powerless and horny. When she let herself sink into the man's embrace, she couldn't muster enough energy to do anything. The man grabbed her tit and kneaded it carefully.
"I am going to make you famous. But before I can mold you, I need to melt away all those rough and sturdy bits that make you feel so superior."
Jenna exhaled softly, she couldn't really talk. She couldn't stop the man if he wanted to fuck her right here, right now. Well, she was fairly sure she couldn't stop him before she became so numb either.
Opening her mouth to ask a question, he just chuckled and shook his head.
"There there. Worry not. I shall take good care of you. You will find safety in my presence. I guard what is mine."
To Jenna's disgust, she kind of believed him. It might be why she managed to close her eyes and relax. Everyone else had just toyed with her, fucked her, then hurt her. At least Bahdo seemed to genuinely want to take care of her, even if it was for his own goal.
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He had held her and kept her close all night. He was used to this. It was important to imprint his presence into her subconsciousness. He made sure to move her around every now and then, to make his hold around her known.
Resting her forehead against his, he gently moved her up and down on his lap. He couldn't wait to begin training her as a sex slave. But for now, he just wanted to make intimacy a common thing for her.
Her ass had grown a lot, but his latest injection would need some time to spread the mass from her tits and ass. He didn't need to use the altering of her body as part of the process. Jenna didn't seem to be that horrified at the thought of getting a bigger ass or tits. She was more adaptable than most slaves.
She needed a stronger show. He needed to make a scene. He had a plan for something to make the slave fear and respect him more. Not many were that ceremonious about collaring their property. Slaves were moved from owner to owner, and that meant that many slaves didn't think being owned by a man was such a huge deal.
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With a thumb inside of her, he patted the back of her head. He had Jenna splayed out in front of him.
"Good morning Jenna Whore." He said in a casual and neutral voice.
Smacking her lips, Jenna was finally out of the haze that her last injection put her in.
"Hmm?" She looked around groggily. Her cunt clenched around the man's thumb.
"Aaah!" She exhaled warmly, moving her hips around, humping the thumb instinctively. Seeing her reaction to the thumb in her pussy, he felt confident that he had made the right decision.
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"Wha..." Jenna kicked herself away from Bahdo, plopping her ass loudly against the wooden floor as she scooted away from the man.
"There is no need to be afraid, small one. Calm down." He said in a soothing voice. He didn't move after her, but just remained sitting, staring at her with a bright smile.
"You were sleeping so soundly, I figured I should wake you up with a pleasant surprise." He was playful in tone. Downplaying him touching her was important. It shouldn't be a big thing at all. If someone wanted to touch a slave, the slave shouldn't feel like it is anything but a mundane and normal thing. That was the route he would take with this one. Normalize doing obscene things to Jenna's body.
Jenna looked around. Memories from yesterday surged through her mind. For some reason, her panic and adrenaline faded quickly. The unshakeable feeling of defeat set in.
Lowering her head, she sighed. Not saying anything.
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Sitting down, the man beckoned Jenna to come closer. When she did, he lifted her up and placed her down on his knee, having her sit on his lap while he made himself comfortable. It was late, but he wanted to progress a little before sleeping.
"You seem to be taking this all rather well. Maybe a part of you knew this was where you were heading all along?" Bahdo raised a brow, examining her reaction intently.
Hesitating a little, Jenna slowly opened her mouth and responded after some consideration. "Would it be better if I resisted? ... Master?" Her tone was too sharp for his liking.
The man's hand on her butt left her skin for a few moments. Then she felt a weird sting on her rump cheek. What followed was a feeling of numbness... of letting go.
"That's more like it." He saw her face soften up.
"Problem with old bitches like yourself, you think you're owed more, you think you're worth more... Because you've lived for longer. Hadn't you had such a fuckable body, then I'd thrown you onto a device and let it break you without giving it a second thought. But those kinds of slaves are boring and bottom shelf in quality." He spoke with daggers in his words. Seeing her inability to defend herself, he got more comfortable.
"That's more like it. Yes. Lie down, relax, let whatever happens happen." His tone was much kinder and warmer. Jenna felt like she had been drugged. Her mind was foggy. She was powerless and horny. When she let herself sink into the man's embrace, she couldn't muster enough energy to do anything. The man grabbed her tit and kneaded it carefully.
"I am going to make you famous. But before I can mold you, I need to melt away all those rough and sturdy bits that make you feel so superior."
Jenna exhaled softly, she couldn't really talk. She couldn't stop the man if he wanted to fuck her right here, right now. Well, she was fairly sure she couldn't stop him before she became so numb either.
Opening her mouth to ask a question, he just chuckled and shook his head.
"There there. Worry not. I shall take good care of you. You will find safety in my presence. I guard what is mine."
To Jenna's disgust, she kind of believed him. It might be why she managed to close her eyes and relax. Everyone else had just toyed with her, fucked her, then hurt her. At least Bahdo seemed to genuinely want to take care of her, even if it was for his own goal.
He had held her and kept her close all night. He was used to this. It was important to imprint his presence into her subconsciousness. He made sure to move her around every now and then, to make his hold around her known.
Resting her forehead against his, he gently moved her up and down on his lap. He couldn't wait to begin training her as a sex slave. But for now, he just wanted to make intimacy a common thing for her.
Her ass had grown a lot, but his latest injection would need some time to spread the mass from her tits and ass. He didn't need to use the altering of her body as part of the process. Jenna didn't seem to be that horrified at the thought of getting a bigger ass or tits. She was more adaptable than most slaves.
She needed a stronger show. He needed to make a scene. He had a plan for something to make the slave fear and respect him more. Not many were that ceremonious about collaring their property. Slaves were moved from owner to owner, and that meant that many slaves didn't think being owned by a man was such a huge deal.
With a thumb inside of her, he patted the back of her head. He had Jenna splayed out in front of him.
"Good morning Jenna Whore." He said in a casual and neutral voice.
Smacking her lips, Jenna was finally out of the haze that her last injection put her in.
"Hmm?" She looked around groggily. Her cunt clenched around the man's thumb.
"Aaah!" She exhaled warmly, moving her hips around, humping the thumb instinctively. Seeing her reaction to the thumb in her pussy, he felt confident that he had made the right decision.
"Wha..." Jenna kicked herself away from Bahdo, plopping her ass loudly against the wooden floor as she scooted away from the man.
"There is no need to be afraid, small one. Calm down." He said in a soothing voice. He didn't move after her, but just remained sitting, staring at her with a bright smile.
"You were sleeping so soundly, I figured I should wake you up with a pleasant surprise." He was playful in tone. Downplaying him touching her was important. It shouldn't be a big thing at all. If someone wanted to touch a slave, the slave shouldn't feel like it is anything but a mundane and normal thing. That was the route he would take with this one. Normalize doing obscene things to Jenna's body.
Jenna looked around. Memories from yesterday surged through her mind. For some reason, her panic and adrenaline faded quickly. The unshakeable feeling of defeat set in.
Lowering her head, she sighed. Not saying anything.
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[Novaksus] Jenna Chapter 1 - 049-052
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"It's time for you to carry my collar." He stood up and approached her. Jenna looked around hesitantly before turning her gaze back to the man that loomed over her.
"Kneel." He pointed to the floor below him. Jenna didn't dare to do anything but comply. He was so imposing when he got serious.
With a hand extended, he then asked.
"That collar around your neck. The lock is fused together. Impossible to open without a collarsmith." He declared. She had heard something like that, and she believed it to be the truth. Were they going to travel to a smith?
"Greet my hand. Place your cheek against my palm. When I extend my hand, it is to reward you with affection and attention. When I do this, you will respond quietly. For now, I only expect you to acquiesce." He explained.
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Jenna exhaled slowly. She rose up on her knees, greeting the hand. It felt strange. There was symbolism in what was going on, and she didn't like it. Her body, on the other side, had goosebumps surging across its surface. Trembling in the man's shadow, she closed her eyes, gently leaning her head against the hand.
'What does this mean? Why... Why is this so... much?' She asked herself. Her breath was shallow and rapid. It was like she was acknowledging him as her Master. But she didn't want that. She tried to push the thought away, but it wouldn't let itself be rid of that easily.
"Good. Now. Prostrate yourself before me. Ass up, face down." He instructed her more on how to position herself.
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Like she was worshiping the man, Jenna hugged the floor, naked, flaunting her sex, with her ass reaching for the skies, she prostrated herself before him.
"Very good. Very good. Stay like this." He enjoyed the view from above. Looking down at the quivering set of juicy ass cheeks. Jenna looked much better like this.
Jenna remained in this pose for some time. The man was in no rush, watching over her with sharp eyes, as if he was waiting for her to make a mistake. But, after what felt like an eternity, he cleared his throat.
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"Good. Now, get back on your knees. Arms down, and keep your back straight."
The man instructed Jenna, and she assumed her next position. It seemed she had passed his test. And, something else that she noticed, he seemed to be... A little, tiny bit, warmer in his tone. If empty gestures and obedience ended her in a better situation, then...
She shuddered when she saw the large man sit down and reach his hands out to her collar. Her fingers twitched, she tensed up, her shoulders wanted to rise, but she kept them low. Maintaining her posture and position seemed important to the man, so she didn't want to incur any more unneeded aggression.
But, aggression was still on the table it would seem. The man grabbed around her heavy steel collar, his fingers dug in around the unyielding metal.
"To demonstrate..."
He said, pausing as his muscles began tensing, his chest bearing such incredible definition, the man was a monster. As he began flexing and putting more effort into what he was doing, she realized what it was he was about to do, or try to do.
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"It's time for you to carry my collar." He stood up and approached her. Jenna looked around hesitantly before turning her gaze back to the man that loomed over her.
"Kneel." He pointed to the floor below him. Jenna didn't dare to do anything but comply. He was so imposing when he got serious.
With a hand extended, he then asked.
"That collar around your neck. The lock is fused together. Impossible to open without a collarsmith." He declared. She had heard something like that, and she believed it to be the truth. Were they going to travel to a smith?
"Greet my hand. Place your cheek against my palm. When I extend my hand, it is to reward you with affection and attention. When I do this, you will respond quietly. For now, I only expect you to acquiesce." He explained.
Jenna exhaled slowly. She rose up on her knees, greeting the hand. It felt strange. There was symbolism in what was going on, and she didn't like it. Her body, on the other side, had goosebumps surging across its surface. Trembling in the man's shadow, she closed her eyes, gently leaning her head against the hand.
'What does this mean? Why... Why is this so... much?' She asked herself. Her breath was shallow and rapid. It was like she was acknowledging him as her Master. But she didn't want that. She tried to push the thought away, but it wouldn't let itself be rid of that easily.
"Good. Now. Prostrate yourself before me. Ass up, face down." He instructed her more on how to position herself.
Like she was worshiping the man, Jenna hugged the floor, naked, flaunting her sex, with her ass reaching for the skies, she prostrated herself before him.
"Very good. Very good. Stay like this." He enjoyed the view from above. Looking down at the quivering set of juicy ass cheeks. Jenna looked much better like this.
Jenna remained in this pose for some time. The man was in no rush, watching over her with sharp eyes, as if he was waiting for her to make a mistake. But, after what felt like an eternity, he cleared his throat.
"Good. Now, get back on your knees. Arms down, and keep your back straight."
The man instructed Jenna, and she assumed her next position. It seemed she had passed his test. And, something else that she noticed, he seemed to be... A little, tiny bit, warmer in his tone. If empty gestures and obedience ended her in a better situation, then...
She shuddered when she saw the large man sit down and reach his hands out to her collar. Her fingers twitched, she tensed up, her shoulders wanted to rise, but she kept them low. Maintaining her posture and position seemed important to the man, so she didn't want to incur any more unneeded aggression.
But, aggression was still on the table it would seem. The man grabbed around her heavy steel collar, his fingers dug in around the unyielding metal.
"To demonstrate..."
He said, pausing as his muscles began tensing, his chest bearing such incredible definition, the man was a monster. As he began flexing and putting more effort into what he was doing, she realized what it was he was about to do, or try to do.
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[Novaksus] Jenna Chapter 1 - 053-056
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The sound of metal creaking could be heard before Jenna's neck began to tingle with the energy that the man was exuding. Her collar was vibrating.
With a sudden explosion of energy, the steel was torn apart. The two halves of the collar were pulled apart, while the locking mechanism was sent forward, crashing into the floor right in front of the man.
Jenna felt such a shockwave of masculinity and power, she let out a cry, locking eyes with the man's burning intensity.
Incredible emotions and a deep and irrefutable realization of awe and admiration throbbed inside of the girl's heart. This display of raw power was... now a core memory.
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Teary eyed and trembling, Jenna was a shivering mess. The man that had just torn her collar to shreds with nothing but his hands. The same hand caressed her cheek, brushing away a tear, firmly keeping his palm to her cheek.
With his other hand, he would weigh the girl's left breast. His eyes were as piercing as always, and he was breathing heavily. It was an incredibly strenuous action that he had performed, and seemed to want to catch his breath before continuing. His shoulders were killing him, he wasn't sure if he had actually torn something, but he couldn't show that to the slave. That collar should not have been that hard to break. But, it seems like the general quality of slave gear has slowly been increasing.
Jenna wasn't saying a word. Her breast being groped wasn't even something that she thought much of. She just kept staring into his eyes as he assessed her reaction while expertly hiding any signs of pain.
"There there..." His voice was growly and deep. She felt the vibrations from his rumbling voice through the hand that held around her head.
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Jenna was completely transfixed, staring into the man's eyes while he held her. His hand had slowly left her cheek and found a nice grip around her neck. The other was heading towards her crotch.
"The more you accept what your future is, the less it will hurt, and the more you will enjoy it."
His words sent shivers down her spine. Jenna was feeling a lot of things, and none of them were things she approved of.
"Good slave..." He cooed while his hand reached her sex, and two fingers parted her labia.
"You are afraid. That means you do understand..." He commented with a small smile. His eyes were constantly observing and examining her reactions to what he did and said. He knew he had her.
There was a genuine look of defeat in the girl's eyes. He had found a way in, and he was defiling her spirit and hope.
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A weak little airy sound escaped her lips. He saw her eyes dart by his grinning lips. And with that, he brought her head in, sharing a deep and passionate kiss, dripping with sincerity, sadness, and loss.
A throb in the man's pants, he felt such a victorious rush. The girl's arms were dangling down, she had no will to cover herself, to resist, to fight back.
He stole a deep and wet kiss, his hand was so large, he held around her head, holding her in a solid grasp. His right hand was working her crotch, fingering her pussy expertly while giving her intimacy, sensuality, and a tether to the darkness that was her life moving forward.
He knew she wouldn't fight back. She had already given up too much ground, she had lost her footing, and now she was leaning on him, unable to regain her own balance.
His energy was too much for her, he radiated with such power, control, and ownership. She felt a weird instinct inside of her to take control as it allowed the man to make himself her guardian, protector, guide, and Master.
She had no hope of returning to normality, no hope of escaping, so now, next up was a simple part. Normalizing groping, fucking, degradation, and more. He had to strip her of any notion of dignity and self-respect. Collaring shouldn't be an important event. As a trainer, he shouldn't make her more attached to him than this. A slave that couldn't accept a new owner would be worthless.
[Novaksus] Jenna Chapter 1 - 057-063
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Jenna Chapter 1 - 053-056053
The sound of metal creaking could be heard before Jenna's neck began to tingle with the energy that the man was exuding. Her collar was vibrating.
With a sudden explosion of energy, the steel was torn apart. The two halves of the collar were pulled apart, while the locking mechanism was sent forward, crashing into the floor right in front of the man.
Jenna felt such a shockwave of masculinity and power, she let out a cry, locking eyes with the man's burning intensity.
Incredible emotions and a deep and irrefutable realization of awe and admiration throbbed inside of the girl's heart. This display of raw power was... now a core memory.
Teary eyed and trembling, Jenna was a shivering mess. The man that had just torn her collar to shreds with nothing but his hands. The same hand caressed her cheek, brushing away a tear, firmly keeping his palm to her cheek.
With his other hand, he would weigh the girl's left breast. His eyes were as piercing as always, and he was breathing heavily. It was an incredibly strenuous action that he had performed, and seemed to want to catch his breath before continuing. His shoulders were killing him, he wasn't sure if he had actually torn something, but he couldn't show that to the slave. That collar should not have been that hard to break. But, it seems like the general quality of slave gear has slowly been increasing.
Jenna wasn't saying a word. Her breast being groped wasn't even something that she thought much of. She just kept staring into his eyes as he assessed her reaction while expertly hiding any signs of pain.
"There there..." His voice was growly and deep. She felt the vibrations from his rumbling voice through the hand that held around her head.
Jenna was completely transfixed, staring into the man's eyes while he held her. His hand had slowly left her cheek and found a nice grip around her neck. The other was heading towards her crotch.
"The more you accept what your future is, the less it will hurt, and the more you will enjoy it."
His words sent shivers down her spine. Jenna was feeling a lot of things, and none of them were things she approved of.
"Good slave..." He cooed while his hand reached her sex, and two fingers parted her labia.
"You are afraid. That means you do understand..." He commented with a small smile. His eyes were constantly observing and examining her reactions to what he did and said. He knew he had her.
There was a genuine look of defeat in the girl's eyes. He had found a way in, and he was defiling her spirit and hope.
A weak little airy sound escaped her lips. He saw her eyes dart by his grinning lips. And with that, he brought her head in, sharing a deep and passionate kiss, dripping with sincerity, sadness, and loss.
A throb in the man's pants, he felt such a victorious rush. The girl's arms were dangling down, she had no will to cover herself, to resist, to fight back.
He stole a deep and wet kiss, his hand was so large, he held around her head, holding her in a solid grasp. His right hand was working her crotch, fingering her pussy expertly while giving her intimacy, sensuality, and a tether to the darkness that was her life moving forward.
He knew she wouldn't fight back. She had already given up too much ground, she had lost her footing, and now she was leaning on him, unable to regain her own balance.
His energy was too much for her, he radiated with such power, control, and ownership. She felt a weird instinct inside of her to take control as it allowed the man to make himself her guardian, protector, guide, and Master.
She had no hope of returning to normality, no hope of escaping, so now, next up was a simple part. Normalizing groping, fucking, degradation, and more. He had to strip her of any notion of dignity and self-respect. Collaring shouldn't be an important event. As a trainer, he shouldn't make her more attached to him than this. A slave that couldn't accept a new owner would be worthless.
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