If you can make it there...
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				Title: <strong>If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wabisuke</strong> on <strong>20-02-2009, 23:42:19</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Tyler Krantzberry had just won his fifth case in a row for his the law firm he was partner of. The others were going out to celebrate with drinks, but he had no appetite to meet and greet their beautiful wives, or see pictures of their sons while he had to explain where "Mrs. Krantzberry" was. Simply put, he was 33 and there was no Mrs. Krantzberry, no fiancee, no girlfriend, and no romantic interest. He had flirted with fate in this regard many times, and each time he had been left alone. He, the richest man in the history of his family, the man who had a building named after him at his old high school, had been denied, left, abandoned by the women he had cared about. His bitterness grew to almost mythic proportions, but he managed to keep it under wraps.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; He woke up every morning, cursed the world, and then put on a big, fake smile and went out in it. He cited a terrible headache as his excuse to leave his colleagues, and mumbled to himself as he went outside. He was still attractive, and fit. All of his dark golden hair was still there, he had a thick, manly goatee, and even though he was by no means an Olympic athlete, he was still known to run a marathon or two. As his habit, every day after work he would walk the half mile back to his luxurious apartment building rather than drive. He may have been older, but he wasn't <em>that</em> old in his mind. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>20-02-2009, 23:54:13</strong>
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				Her torn leggings and roughed shoes ached from the long walks and the dirt on them. All her money she had saved on the countryside, was spend in one week. Unable to find a house already, she had to stay in a hotel and although the took the cheapest she could find, the big city was mighty expensive. Yesterday she was thrown out of the hotel because she couldn't afford the room anymore. After having spend the night on the street she was now roaming the streets.<br><br>Her make up was smeared from the cries and the rain and she was desperate. Already had she thought about the easy money in the prostitution. She ran into a guy in suit in front of a building. Obviously she had strayed to a very upscale area of the city because everybody around her seemed to look good and seemed to be looking at her.<br><br>Suddenly she wanted to give everything to him, even her soul and her body just for him to take her in and help her with the money. Samantha was submissive, she knew that from her past with her dad, and thought it might help her in this situation. She could cook and clean for him and wanted to give her soul to him. Anything to keep her alive and to help her. <br><br>"Please sir," she said to the man while stopping him in the tracks. "I know you don't know me but I need help. Can you please help me out? I will do everything for you, give you my body or soul I can cook and clean but I don't have a house. Please help me sir. Anything you need."<br><br>She heard herself say it and could hardly believe it. Once she was so proud of everything she had achieved but the harsh reality was that that wasn't a lot in the big city. Her pride crumbling as the sheer will to survive took over, she took his arm so that he had to stop and look at her. With a normal height and her short black curls hidden underneath a woolen hat, she looked pretty ordinary but Sam was a pretty girl. Firm breasts, not too large but not too small, her dad used to call them a small handful, a well trained body and incredibally bright blue eyes, Samantha Lewis was a pretty looking, 19 year old girl. Her only, obvious flaw, was her naivity towards the great big city and it was coming around to bite her.<br><br>"Please sir I beg you... help me." She could hardly control her voice and tears and she knew she would do stupid things if this man didn't help her. If he didn't she would be in a brothel in the morning... or worse. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wabisuke</strong> on <strong>21-02-2009, 00:28:43</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;His first reaction was that of repulsion. He was no stranger to homeless drug addicts and their sob stories, but as he opened his mouth to respond crudely to her, his eyes wandered up and down her body. <em>Give me your body and soul eh...?</em> he thought darkly, a curved hook of a smile taking over his face. There was something about the begging tone in her voice, the desperation that started to drive him wild. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;In a performance worthy of nomination, his face flashed from that evil grin into a look of concern. "Why, you poor child! Look at you! Of course I'll help you out." He said, in a tone dripping with empathy. He stroked the tears from her cheek and gave a friendly smile. "I'm sorry, it looks like you've already walked so much, but I don't drive to work...my apartment is just a few blocks from here sweetie. Come, we'll get you a meal and a nice hot shower first, anything else comes second." His voice rang with a noble tone, as his large hand wrapped around hers and started pulling her towards his apartment. He didn't care about the strange looks he got from the neighbors, he would just tell them later that it was his poor niece or something. They went up the elevator, and down the hall before arriving at a large set of doors, which Tyler unlocked with a large, old looking key. "The closest bathroom is down this hall, and to the right...please clean yourself up. We'll get you some fresh clothes later, just use one of my robes if you don't mind..." He said, almost casually as he pushed the door open, revealing his expensively furnished palace of an apartment, full of everything but memories. His friends, when they rarely visited, always noted how this place could belong to anyone.
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				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>21-02-2009, 00:48:20</strong>
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				Had she been fully to her clear mind she would have noticed the undertone and she would feel his real intentions but he seemed to really care. His luxury apartment impressed her. No it flabbergasted her. The first and only person she would ask for help seemed to have a lot of money and she didn't think of anything bad until she was in the shower. <br><br><em>Wear a robe of mine.</em><br><br>And what else? The dirty underwear? The warm water from the shower felt too good to worry and she washed all the sorrows of the past days away. Back on the countryside of Colorado, a shower this size was unheard of. It was almost as big as her old house. Sam used a lot of soap and had the water running hot. She stopped washing herself until she could smell the soap on her. It was a male scent but she really couldn't care. This man would help her get a house and a job, she knew it. <br><br>When, after half an hour orso, she finally closed the tabs and stepped out of the shower she took a towel and dried herself. The rough fabric of the robe felt uncomfortable to her naked body so she wrapped a dry towel around her and then the robe. The bathroom was steamed up and when she opened the door to the hall, the steam escaped into the hall, guided with a giggle of Sam. Where was the livingroom and where was her Samaritan? Barefeet she walked to the left into the corridor, calling for him with a simple "Hello? I'm ready in the shower."
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				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wabisuke</strong> on <strong>21-02-2009, 00:54:34</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;All the while when she was in his shower, Tyler had been sitting on his bed, thinking. The top button on his dress shirt was undone, and his tie hung loosely around his neck, his body bent forward, chin on the knuckles of his interlaces hands, his elbows providing the support down to his knees. He heard the water cease, and moments later heard her step out and call out. <em>Beautiful...</em> He thought to himself, standing up and walking down to the main floor from his bedroom. He poked his head into the hallway, and smiled warmly.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"Feeling better are we?" He asked cheerfully, being careful not to over admire her youthful body as she stood there in his robe.
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				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>21-02-2009, 01:01:58</strong>
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				Sam nodded as he asked her how she felt. <br>"Much better thank you."<br><br>As she saw him walking towards her, she started feeling a little insecure about her situation but she was smart enough to realise that, whatever this guy wanted, if it was bad, it was too late anyway so she decided to trust him.<br>"Could I borrow some of your clothes?" she asked shy. "Old ones of course, ones you don't wear yourself. My jeans are torn out when I took them off."<br><br>Her old clothes, except the sweater, could all be tossed away as they were little more than rags and she needed clothes if she was to find a job and a house.
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				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wabisuke</strong> on <strong>21-02-2009, 01:23:29</strong>
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				His face broke out into another grin, which was easily mistaken for cheery and helpful instead of lust-filled and malicious. "Certainly! Right this way, my closet is inside of my bedroom..." He said, ushering her up the stairs and into the room. He normally would consider closing the door, but the trap wasn't the bedroom, it was the whole apartment.<br><br>He left her by the bed as he flicked on the light to his walk in closet, shuffling around in there until he returned with some black sweat pants and a black shirt, both of which were entirely too tight for him to wear anymore, but he had been to lazy to dispose of. "Ah, I knew there was a reason I didn't throw these out." He said, offering her the clothes. "Now..." he began, feeling a little awkward. "As I am going to be the one providing for you, I have a request for you..." He said, stepping closer to her before sitting down on the bed.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>21-02-2009, 12:03:31</strong>
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				As he began about a request and not offering her underwear, a short would do, it suddenly dawned Sam what she had promised him if he would help her. She swallowed hard and took the clothes.<br><br>"I'll better get these on," she said, delaying his request and getting up from the bed. Quickly she walked down the stairs back to the bathroom. She rummaged through her old clothes and decided to put her underwear back on. Maybe if she was dirty enough he wouldn't want to touch her. <br><br>Samantha knew he wanted sex. It was the sole reason that she was here. She offered it and he accepted it. Tonight she would sneak out, after she had something to eat. His old sweat pants and the shirt, although very black, would provide her enough shelter from outside. There was no way she was going to have sex with a guy just to get a decent life. No way!<br><br>After she got changed into her dirty old underwear and his clothes she walked to the bottom of the stairs.<br>"Can I get something to eat please?" she yelled out to him, not knowing if he was still upstairs.
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				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wabisuke</strong> on <strong>21-02-2009, 21:25:18</strong>
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				He frowned as she ran out, muttering "And here I've been so kind..." At this point, he knew that he could probably coerce her into pleasuring him by using the weight of the favors he had gotten her, and the promise of food and rest. And then there was always the option of forcing himself on her, but that thought didn't really appeal to him. If he could help it, that wouldn't be the last time she swallowed hard that night...<br><br>He waited a few beats before going down the steps. Several fully detailed 'game plans' ran through Tyler's head, none of them could include her staying with him as his love-pet, and her satisfying him that night. He decided that it would be better to lose the chance tonight than to screw up any future possibilities. <br><br>"Sure," He called out, leaning his shoulder on the wall outside the bathroom. "Just make sure it's on this side of town. I think some of the multi-purpose stores are still open, and I was going to see about getting you some clothes for now." And so, that was step one of his new plan.
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				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>22-02-2009, 12:43:42</strong>
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				Knowing she had to keep her promise, it was all her parents ever thought her, she moved her view away from him.<br><br>"Ehm, okay if you can buy some for me I will wait here with a little surprise when you come back ok?"<br><br>Sam sounded like a 12 year old when she said this and just hoped he would accept it. Of course it was a long shot, especially since he didn't know her and had no reason to let her stay in his apartment alone while he was buying things for her. On the other hand, she had no clothes so she wasn't really in a position to go outside. Only then the full force of her situation kicked in. Within a timespan of 1 hour she had become dependant on this guy since she had no clothes and money.<br><br>Tears started to well up in her eyes and as she fought them hard she turned her view to him again.<br>"Does that sound nice to you?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wabisuke</strong> on <strong>23-02-2009, 00:20:22</strong>
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				He tilted his head a little in confusion, but the prospect of the surprise excited him past that feeling. He rummaged around in a kitchen drawer, muttering as he tosses miscellaneous items out, such as birthday candles, pruning scissors, and random lengths of wire. Tyler emitted an "Aha!" as he found the desired item: a pad of paper.<br><br>"Well, I don't know what sizes you are, or what styles of clothes you prefer. If you would be so kind as to make a shopping list for me?" He asked, a kind of ignorant politeness in his mind as he clicked a pen and offered it to her along with the pad. His first impulse was to just drag her along, but even that brief mention of a surprise fascinated him to the point to where his paranoia was overshadowed by his excitement.<br><br>"It sounds...very nice to me.." He said, giving a warm smile. He reached up with a hand, and brushed the tears from her eyes carefully, trying to show some measure of tenderness to her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>23-02-2009, 13:47:04</strong>
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				"I don't really have a style I particularly like or dislike but I prefer something casual."<br><br>She wrote down her sizes on the paper and asked for socks, underwear, bra, jeans, a shirt and a sweater.<br>"I can buy the rest later myself once I have this."<br><br>Sam felt something in this man but wasn't exactly sure what it was. <br>"Excuse me but, what is your name and why did you help me?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wabisuke</strong> on <strong>25-02-2009, 08:39:07</strong>
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				He pocketed the list, and skewed his face in something that looked like shock. "Oh! Right! How rude of my, My name is Tyler, Miss." He gave a cheesy bow to her and smiled. "And, well, if you were a some-what successful businessman, could you rightly leave a poor girl alone to the cruel ravages of this world? I don't always get the chance to do the right thing in my line of business...so I guess that by helping you I can chalk up some measure of goodness in my heart, eh?"<br><br>He thought about his words, and felt a pang of guilt as he spoke them. <em>I'm supposed to be helping her, and yet I'm planning such devious things for her? What kind of...wait...she offered her body to me. This is just a charity case, I give her a lot, and in return she gives me a little...there's nothing wrong with this....</em> He rationalized. He gave her a pat on the head and excused himself to go to the store. After a few hours, and a couple hundred dollars, he returned home with two bags: one which he would give her immediately, and the other he would wait to give to her later. He pulled into his garage, and opened the door, announcing his arrival while waving the bag in the air.
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				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>25-02-2009, 21:03:27</strong>
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				Sam had been waiting for him. Whether it was a good wait or a bad wait was still unsure. She knew very well what he wanted and she felt guilty for keeping him off. After all she did promise. In order to ease her thoughts but still have some security, she dropped the towel, now only wearing his robes around her young naked body. <br><br>She was on the sofa, watching his huge tv, when he came home and saw him waving a bag. <br>"Wow," she muttered as she saw the logo on the bag and stood up and walked to him.<br>"You spend so long. Didn't you buy too much expensive things for me?"<br><br>If he had, she had an even bigger debt to repay him and frankly, just the small debt she had now was scaring her blue.
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				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wabisuke</strong> on <strong>25-02-2009, 21:11:47</strong>
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				In a fit of common sense style generosity, he had seen to it to double her requests, noting that it would be good for her to have more than a weeks worth of clothes. He had also picked her out some formal attire for job interviews and the like. The time he spent shopping, and waiting for his reward seemed like a hellish eternity. He had almost threatened the life of the woman scanning his purchases because she was taking too long.<br><br>With a smile, he placed the bag at her feet, if only to get another look at her creamy legs. His heart pumped a little faster in anticipation, and he could feel the beginnings of an erection forming in his pants as he looked a bit too long at her robe-only covered body. "I got more than you asked for, and don't worry about it. All I've got is time and money, so a little spree like this is of no concern to me..." He said, taking a step back and grinning.
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				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>25-02-2009, 21:24:58</strong>
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				She gasped as she looked in the bag. It was way too much and when she fell to her knees to look in the bag, she forgot she was only wearing the robe and no bra.<br><br>"Thank you SO much," she muttered when she had recovered her senses, still unaware of the free view she had given him to her small breasts. Now Sam had no idea what to do. Getting dressed would certainly mean he wasn't getting his reward anymore so she decided not to do that. She sat the bag down against the wall and sat on the couch, watching tv again.<br><br>"So... Tyler. My name is Samantha. Or Sam for short. Where can I sleep?" She said, not knowing what else to say at this point, hoping he would take over.
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				Post by: <strong>Wabisuke</strong> on <strong>25-02-2009, 22:15:35</strong>
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				He felt his pants grow a little tighter as she unwittingly exposed her small, sexy breasts to his lusty stare. Her sexy, young mounds triggered a more animal part of his brain, his nose now sniffed the air, teasing it out for some trace of her scent. He grinned at her, and sat next to her on the couch.<br><br>"Well, I've got a little guest room that I've never used, so you could stay in there...but what about this surprise you promised me? I <em>love</em> surprises..." Tyler said innocently, trying to look more cheerful than perverted.
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				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>25-02-2009, 22:30:25</strong>
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				Again she swallowed hard and giggled sheepishly. Her cheeks turned red and her mind was in doubt. What to do now? Hold him off still or give him what he wants?<br><br>"Ehm.. I guess... well.. what do you want exactly?" she managed to bring out. She kept staring to her small feet and wiggled her toes. Again she swallowed hard and untied the belt holding the robe together. In stead of opening it up to show him her young body she raised her knees to her chin and wrapped her arms around them.<br><br>"I.. eh.. do you want to see me?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wabisuke</strong> on <strong>25-02-2009, 22:35:00</strong>
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				"I'll accept whatever <em>surprise</em> you want to give me..." He said hotly, scooting a little towards her. He felt his hardness grow again, now it was noticeably straining against the dark fabric of his pants as she untied the belt. <em>Well...I like where this is going...</em> echoed around in his mind, like a gunshot in a large empty cave.<br><br>His dark, lusty eyes stared intently as the smooth skin of her legs as she presented them, and his lips parted, breathing out a husky "Yes..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>25-02-2009, 22:48:22</strong>
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				Sam picked the edge of the robe, covering her legs still, tried to make her invisible. <em>Come on chicken, you promised.</em><br>"Well.. okay.." she said and slowly stood up, holding the robe closed with her hands.<br><br>Looking around her and then at him, she hesitantly let go of the robe. It fell open and just revealed her trimmed bush and bellybutton. The robe was much too large so it still covered a significant part of her body. But the most intimate was exposed to a man she didn't know. Her already red cheeks turned even darker red as she looked at him, now knowing what to do now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wabisuke</strong> on <strong>25-02-2009, 23:10:25</strong>
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				<em>Oh...here we go...</em> He thought to himself, feeling giddy like a child as she disrobed in front of him. The way she blushed made him want to throw her down on the couch, and make her cry out in pleasure at this very instant, but he somehow refrained. He stood up, muttering a "Very nice..." as he pressed the material over her shoulders, watching it fall to the ground. Her young, nude frame again tempted him to do these darkest things.<br><br>"Now, now...what to do now..." Tyler whispered, ghosting his fingers along her beautiful frame. He circled her, like a hungry wolf, anxiously inspecting her tight, young body. He stopped behind her, and whispered in her ear. "So..is this the entire surprise...or is there more you want to give me...?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>25-02-2009, 23:20:35</strong>
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				He took his robe off her and left her with no protection. The way he was talking to her made her feel like a little kid. A little kid that was terrified for a dog and the dog could smell it's fear. Sam felt he knew she was scared and as he circled around her she just looked down to her trimmed sex and her toes.<br><br>"W.. I don't know," she nearly cried as she whispered the answer to his question. "I guess so."<br><br>The way he talked to her and the way he walked around her filled her with a very primal fear. Samantha knew she promised and although she might not have meant it, she knew he was going to keep her to it. The full force of that feeling hit her when his fingers ran over her body.<br>"J..just don't hurt me.. please.." <br><br>A tear now ran down her face from fright.
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				Post by: <strong>Wabisuke</strong> on <strong>26-02-2009, 08:06:14</strong>
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				Tyler gave an evil grin, licking the tear from her cheek. "Hurt you? Why, that's the last thing I want to do to you..." He said, in that old, reassuring tone. <em>..the last thing tonight...oh we'll have so much fun when you're good and trained...</em> He thought, licking his lips again. <br><br>He plucked her off the ground and sat back down on the couch, forcing her into straddling his waist by pressing down on her hindquarters. He looked deep into her eyes, giving her tight butt a squeeze. "Kiss me." He commanded, placing his other hand in the middle of her back, pushing her body closer to his.
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				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>26-02-2009, 10:50:24</strong>
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				Sam felt his body, warm and aroused, through his clothes to her naked body. Desperately she tried to think of an excuse that would made him let her go but she failed. <br><br><em>"Kiss me."</em><br><br>It didn't sound like a warm, romantic request and Sam felt the coldness in his voice. Hanging in his arms she had little choice than to obey his orders and she slowly brought her lips to his, carefully making sure not to look in his eyes, afraid of what she would find in it.<br><br>She planted her lips on his and searched for his tongue.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wabisuke</strong> on <strong>27-02-2009, 08:23:55</strong>
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				Tyler's lips soon parted as she kissed him, his lips sucking hers roughly, his tongue snaking its way into her young mouth. A hand reached up to the back of her head, forcing her deeper into the kiss. He groaned lightly as he kissed her lustfully, his cock now fully erect, only his clothing separating the two.<br><br>His hand snaked down her back from where it pressed against her head, joining his other on her tight ass. He pressed down, grinding her sex against his bulge as he kissed her, repeating this forceful rocking motion again and again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>27-02-2009, 10:38:46</strong>
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				The kissing wasn't too bad, she thought. He was a good kisser for somebody who didn't have a girlfriend. On the other hand, what did she know. The only boyfriends she had worked the land with a pitchfork. Sam shivered as Tyler's hand ran down her back and stopped on her ass. When he pushed her to him she could feel his hard on and felt her naked trimmed sex grinding over the fabric of his jeans. <br><br>Again it lacked warmth and passion but it made that up by force. She wanted to brake the kiss, telling him it hurts a little but his hand against her head prevented that. In stead she used her hands on his chest to push herself off, hoping he would feel her struggle and let her go.<br><br>This is not what she had in mind when she asked him for help. Not at all and when Tyler didn't respond to her struggles she slightly panicked.
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				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wabisuke</strong> on <strong>27-02-2009, 10:46:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He removed the hand from the back of her head, now using both hands to bounce her sex against his hard bulge. He pulled away from her lips, and grinned. "What's wrong? You want to fuck me already you naughty girl?"<br><br>The way he ground his hips against hers was now becoming a long, slow and torturous pace. Tyler sunk his teeth lightly into her neck, lapping and sucking it with his mouth, waiting for her reply.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>27-02-2009, 10:53:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam freaked out. Being from the countryside she wasn't scared often but now she was here in the big city, with a man she hardly knew, naked, and his voice betraying nothing but lust and frustration, poor Sam freaked out.<br><br>"N..no.. but you h..hurt me," she said with a broken voice and a tear running down her cheek. It really did hurt as his pants grinded over her raw flesh making it soar. However, Sam also realised that if he was to continue, this slight annoying and burning feeling would be heaven when he was done with her. <br><br>She knew she was in trouble and probably was getting raped. Desperately she tried not to look in his eyes afraid that he would see the sheer terror in her eyes and afraid of what she would see in his.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wabisuke</strong> on <strong>27-02-2009, 10:58:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He heaved a heavy sigh and licked the tear off of her cheek. "Ok..Ok, we'll try this again..." He muttered, laying down on his back and pulling her with him. He pressed his lips against hers, but this time his kisses were gentle and soothing.<br><br>His hands, instead of groping or forcing her, gently ran through her hair. He realized that he was probably being too rough, and that this was probably her first time. It was certainly her first time with him, and he wanted it to be a gentle, memorable experience, rather than something that scarred her more than it had to.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>27-02-2009, 11:07:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Although he was a little more gentle when they laid down, the feeling Sam had wasn't taken away. She sat there on him, naked and her heart was bouncing like she worked the field all day. She offered her body to him but had no idea how far he was going with her.<br><br>"Please sir," her voice was soft and trembling. "Don't hurt me."<br><br>Samantha hoped he would just fuck her and let her go with her clothes. She had learned a valuable lesson today and would not just ask anybody for help again.<br><br>In order to get to that, reluctantly she unbuttoned his pants, hoping that once he fucked her he didn't want her anymore.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wabisuke</strong> on <strong>27-02-2009, 11:24:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He gave her ass a playful spank, lifting his hips to tug his pants down, finishing the job for her. He smiled at her,&nbsp; placing a hand on her cheek. "I won't hurt you...I promise...I just need your help with this, you beautiful girl...." He whispered. <br><br>He leaned forward and gave her nipple a light suck, waiting for her to make the last, final move.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>27-02-2009, 11:29:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sammy moaned as he sucked her nipple. She looked down to his hard on, still captive in his shorts. After a few hesitant caresses over his shorts, she leaned forwards and kissed him while she quickly removed his shorts. She knew she was going to get it but she didn't want to see it.<br><br>As soon as it was lowered she felt it against her belly and shivered, tears running down her face now. <br>"D..do we.. have to do it?" she ask, knowing the answer deep inside her already.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wabisuke</strong> on <strong>27-02-2009, 11:48:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He could feel his patience with her run out. He heaved a sigh and wiped her tears with his thumb. "Yes. But the sooner you get it over with, the sooner you can get to the other aspects of living with me, and I'll bet that you'll fancy those more than this." He said, all business, pressing his hot, throbbing member against her stomach.<br><br>"Just get on top, and lower yourself gently. I promise you it will feel good soon." He said with half hearted kindness, preparing to savor the moment when she mounted him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>27-02-2009, 12:05:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She climbed to her knees and swallowed hard. Feeling his member with her hands, she guided it towards her, not able to look at it. When she felt the tip touching her sex Sam closed her eyes, hoping the tears would stop. As she leaned forward, she used his chest to support her. Slowly she let her hips lower and felt the tip of his member inside her.<br><br>Suddenly she stopped.<br>"I.. ehm.. I am not using the pill," she cried out as she looked at him. For a moment she thought to see nothing but blackness and feared he would thrust his hips upwards impaling her with one fluent move.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wabisuke</strong> on <strong>27-02-2009, 21:57:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A soft, pleased sigh escaped his lips as she lowered her hips over his tip, his eyes comfortably closed. They opened again when she stopped, his calm expression replaced by a frown. He sighed again, this time very annoyed. He gripped one of her breasts in each hand, and starting squeezing them with an ever increasing pressure.<br><br>"Do you think I enjoy it when you tease me like this? Fine, after we have sex, you'll just swallow it with your other lips, and we'll get you the pill tomorrow." He said, pulling down on her chest slowly to push his hard cock further into her nether lips.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>27-02-2009, 22:44:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As he was squeezing her small young breasts she gasped for air as he was increasing pressure. It only took a few seconds for it to really hurt and she started crying for real now.<br><br>"You're hurting me," she sobbed. <br><br>Before she had even finished her plea he had already made her his indecent proposal. Swallow his sperm. She had never done anything close to being that disgusting. Sammy didn't get a lot of time to think about it however as she was pushed onto his member. Instinctively she resisted and tried to counter the force he was pulling to hold his cock where it was before... just barely in to the tip. The force it took her to counter his was so big she knew she couldn't hold up much longer.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wabisuke</strong> on <strong>28-02-2009, 02:36:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				At this, his features fell into a frown. Tyler's hands fell from her young, perky tits to her waist. "Hurt or not, you'll grow to like it." He snarled, thrusting his own hips up and forcing hers down at the same time, stabbing his long, hot pole into her young slit. He did this again and again, grinding his cock into her insides, giving groans and pants of pleasure as he violated her.<br><br>He again crushed his lips against hers, piercing her young mouth with his tongue, jabbing into her mouth with the same amount of viciousness as he was ramming his dick inside of her pussy. He moaned things like "You're so tight" and "Good Girl.." into her mouth as he fucked her, keeping her pinned with his strong arm.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>28-02-2009, 10:26:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam hadn't been expecting him to thrust his hips upwards and when he did, she screamed out in terror, agony and pain. Her resistance was broken and she was now crying uncontrollable. She could feel his long cock ravaging through her young sex like nobody had done before and she felt his balls slam her ass. <br><br>Sammy could barely hang on to her consciousness and when he invaded her mouth as well she tried to find a safe place in her mind to hide in. The pain prevented her from finding her, hanging around her, lingering in every crevasse of her mind and soul, accompanied by the words Tyler spat out at her. <br><br>She fell over forwards over his chest, planting her breasts to his chest. Her head held in place by his tongue and her body locked onto his by his hands and members. Between the cries and forced kisses, all Sammy could do was plea and cry.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wabisuke</strong> on <strong>28-02-2009, 21:09:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				After this initial burst, he slowed down his advances. He stopped his thrusting, but didn't remove his member, and held her against his chest, rubbing her back. "I'm sorry, I..I didn't want to do that. I want this to feel good for both of us..but its never fun at the beginning. Please, bear with me..." He whispered into her ear, stroking her hair again and again.<br><br>"Now, please take a little bit to calm down...and we'll try and get you nice and aroused, ok?" He added, giving her a tender kiss on the lips.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>28-02-2009, 22:23:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				After his burst of aggression, his sudden compassion stunned Samantha. <br>"B..but I don't want it," she sobbed.<br><br>Even though he was a handsome man, she felt violated by him even now he had stopped his vicious thrusting of her young sex. Her young body laid motionless over him, waiting what was to happen next. She longed for home. For the safety of the guard dogs on her parent's farm. The smell of cattle and straw when she secretly made love to her first boyfriend in the hay shed. <br><br>Not the smell of Tyler's lust in a completely strange surroundings no matter how luxurious it was.<br>"I'm sorry," she sniffed and tried to unlock herself from him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wabisuke</strong> on <strong>28-02-2009, 22:34:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tyler had never really thought of himself as being a strong man, or a violent man. He thought he was a rather shy type, of a modest temperance. <em>B..but I don't want it,</em>... The words stunned him. He had thought that she had been reluctant, but he had been able to deceive himself into thinking that she would eventually come to like it. <em>Oh God..</em> He thought to himself, suddenly aware of his lust-driven actions. "..I'm a monster.." He whispered, releasing her. <br><br>He sat up, careful not to be rough with her, a completely blank look on his face. "I'm so sorry.." He muttered. The words seemed to echo from within his hollow feeling body, as he shuffled away, pulling up his pants and tucking himself away. He eventually found the bathroom, stripped, and turned on the cold full blast, stepping into the icy rain with a hiss, gritting his teeth as the water ran over his body.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>28-02-2009, 22:45:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam crawled onto the couch and made herself as small as she could. Her sex hurts and she couldn't get out more tears if she had a gun to her head. She couldn't be bothered by covering up her naked body as she sat on the couch. Tyler had left the room, obviously shocked by his own reaction, which confused Sam even more. She had seen lust in his eyes all the time and now he called himself a monster?<br><br>Was he faking this sudden tenderness? Only to hurt her more later? <br><br>She was thirsty and hungry but didn't dare to stand up or more. Afraid of the pain she felt between her legs and afraid he'd change his mind and come after her. Silently she sat in the corner of the couch, softly humming a tune to try and forget the situation.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wabisuke</strong> on <strong>01-03-2009, 01:22:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The cold water poured out on to him, cooling his body and his emotions. He stayed in there for a very long time, thinking and thinking about what had happened. <em>..Why...Why did I do that? ...Was it that bad? Why should I have to be the bad person here, SHE offered it to me. She offered me her body and soul....All I'M doing is getting what she owes me. There's nothing malevolent about that, is there? And..in refusing me what SHE OWES me...doesn't that make her the bad one? Yeah...Next time..Next time I'll get what I have coming to me..</em> He thought, scrubbing his body with soap.<br><br>After a bit, he exited the bathroom and went to go change into new clothes, walking naked in front of her, not bothering to speak to her at all.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>01-03-2009, 11:11:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam only barely noticed him walking past her as she was too busy with her own thoughts. Thoughts about how to get out of here in a good way where now added with thoughts why he didn't speak to her. He walked passed her like she didn't even existed. Suddenly she regained herself and stood up and took the bag of clothes he bought her.<br><br>Carefully taking off the price tags she dressed up in her new bought outfit. Most of it fitted perfectly but she was struggling to fit the shoes on while standing. She sat down on the sofa to put on her shoes, to make her escape from this place.<br><br><em>Sorry about the promise but I can't do it...</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wabisuke</strong> on <strong>02-03-2009, 22:48:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As he slid his socks on (Tyler was very strange, in that he dressed from the bottom up habitually) the image of her slipping on the clothes he had bought him flashed in his mind. <em>Why could she break the terms of their agreement? Surely she wouldn't accept it if I just had sex with her, and left her out on the streets? Why can she just take from me, and give me NOTHING in return?!</em> His thoughts turned angry. He imagined that if he had sex with her, and didn't give her any clothes, that she would in all likelihood just steal his clothes.<br><br>An epiphany. He smirked, leaving his state of dress as it was, with one sock on his left foot, the rest of his body bare. He approached her aggressively, pushing her down to the floor of the apartment. "I'm sorry that it came to this, but <em>we had a deal</em>" He spat, tearing her pants off roughly. He held her down with a hand around her throat as his other hand began to violate her in fast, powerful strokes of the two fingers he had penetrated her with. His body served as a weight to keep her from being able to stand up, his chest pressed against hers. His mouth began to bite harshly on her neck, eventually moving down and biting her breasts roughly through the clothing he didn't have the patience to remove now.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>02-03-2009, 23:13:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam had just barely stuck her foot in the new pair of shoes when she saw him walk towards her. From the way he walked up to her she could tell it was no good and she immediately dropped the shoe and tried to get up from the couch. He was with her faster and pushed her too the floor.<br><br>He said something she could only half hear as panic and fear overtook her emotions. <br>"Noo.. I'm sorry.. I'll have sex with you.." she cried out as he ripped off her pants and started to fuck her with his fingers. As he bit down her neck the fear was complete. It was so intense she nearly fainted. The biting on her breasts refrained her from doing so and in a feeling of sheer panic and pain she started hitting him on the head with her hands.<br><br>"Help! Help me!" She yelled all sorts of incoherent things for help and for mercy. <br>"Please.. I'm sorry."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wabisuke</strong> on <strong>03-03-2009, 09:48:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He endured the beating of her arms until he decided that his fingers had done enough work. He released her throat from his teeth, but tightened the grip his hand on it. He peered down at where her legs met, lined up his large cock, and roughly shoved it inside of her, hilting it against her nether lips. Tyler gave a grunt of pleasure before pulling back, and thrusting it in again.<br><br>His hand tightened again on her throat, making it very hard for her to breath. "You get air when that shirt of yours comes off, slut." He spat, ramming his dick into her again and again with a violent power.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>03-03-2009, 10:52:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The pain Sam felt as he ravaged her young cunt was nothing compared to the sheer panic as he nearly choked her. Because of the panic it took her a little while to comprehend what he was saying. She obeyed the order and took off her newly bought shirt. As she had to put it over her head, he had to let go of her throat and the moment he did, she started fighting him. Beating him with her arms wherever she could him. trying to do the same with her legs, but they were savely pinned down by his body. <br><br>"Let me go! I don't want your clothes anymore... Help!" While fighting she screamed at the top of her lungs, hoping it would alarm the neighbours.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wabisuke</strong> on <strong>03-03-2009, 19:50:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"<em>No one's gonna help a slut like you</em>" He whispered, venom in his tone as he pinned her neck to the ground again, applying enough pressure to cut off half of her normal air supply. He again ignored the pain from her attempting to strike at him, instead just went back to fucking her like an animal. <br><br>He laughed, cruelly, as he forced himself in and out of her hole, noticing the way her boobs bounced and jiggled as he pounded into her. "Look at how your slutty tits bounce when I fuck you <em>whore</em>. You get more air when you start pinching and twisting your nipples, like the slut that you are."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>03-03-2009, 23:16:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Samantha's soul was cracking as he spat the venomous words to her. His hips nearly crushed hers and the pain from his cock inside her was no longer the only pain she could feel. <br>The embarassment of her young small breasts bouncing from his vicious fucking made her cry and as he nearly choked her again, she could make up what he wanted. <br><br>In pure despair she stopped beating and in stead tried to move his arm from her throat. Making some gurgling sounds, she plead for him to stop and have mercy.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wabisuke</strong> on <strong>04-03-2009, 08:20:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He kept slamming his hardness into her, his balls smacking lewdly between her legs in time with his thrusts. He spat on her face, moving his hand from her throat to pin her arms down with both hands. "You want mercy? You made a deal, this is just business to me, what could you possible offer to me when my dick is already in you?" He hissed, moving his arm for a moment to smack her tit harshly, still forcing his cock in and out of her with an inhumane roughness.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>04-03-2009, 19:56:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				All Samantha could feel was his cock, splitting her in half. She couldn't feel him spitting on her face and barely felt him smacking her breast. All she could hear was his words that kept spinning in her head like churchbells over a graveyard.<br><br>She barely lost consciousness, but he took his hand away in time and she gasped and coughed for air. <br>"I know I promised but it hurts so bad..." She brought the words between cries of pain and moans and he rammed inside her.<br><em>Just come.. Just fill me with your sperm and let me go...</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wabisuke</strong> on <strong>04-03-2009, 21:50:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He adjusted his angle of attack, splitting her with his long cock so deeply that he kissed her deepest part again and again with each thrust. He spat again, this time on her eye, feeling his climax approaching.<br><br>"Mmm...I'm gonna cum in your little whore pussy.." He hissed, speeding up his strikes as he clamped his lips over hers, raping her mouth with his tongue as his cock continued to ravage her. He pulled back, and smacked her tits back to back, grunting and groaning like an animal before his body seized up with a final moan, his copious amount of seed filling her sex.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>04-03-2009, 23:38:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He spit on her. Spat on her like she was not even human and the way he was fucking her didn't proof her wrong. He didn't see her as human but as some lust toy. <br><br>Her breasts were on fire as was her throat. Sam was actually a little surprised her pussy didn't hurt more. Or perhaps the pain had become so unbearable that her body had shut it down. She had this confirmed as he came.<br><br>Slamming her already painful young little breasts with his hands she felt his warm seed fill her up deeper than she had ever felt anything. Suddenly she felt lucky she was still wearing her shirt and couldn't see him inside her.<br><br>She cried as he grunted and groaned and she felt his hot seed slowly creeping up every void in her body.<br><em>At least I can go now... he is done with me..</em><br>Sobbing she waited for him to get off her and let her go.. she would make a dash to the door and dress herself up in the hallway or even outside. As long as it was far away from this monster.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wabisuke</strong> on <strong>05-03-2009, 23:12:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Instead of simply getting up and leaving her there,&nbsp; he pulled out of her and forcefully flipped her body over, pinning her to the ground again. He reached over to her nearby sack of clothes, and pulled out a shirt, which he tore into strips. He grabbed her arms and forced them behind her back, using far more force then necessary. He bound her arms behind her back, and then tied her legs together using her nearby discarded pants. He grunted, now taking a belt from the sack of clothing to wrap around her bindings, hog tying her arms and legs together.<br><br>He leaned down in front of her, pulling her chin up in his grasp. "You're mine now. Understand? Nobody knows where you are, where you went, who's with you. Nobody knows you're even in here. You're my fuck pet now, and I'd start obeying if I were you." He hissed, giving her bindings a final tug before leaving her there, tied and nude in the middle of the floor.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>06-03-2009, 10:29:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>No! This can't be happening...</em><br><br>She cried from feelings she never had before. Fear, pain and his warm semen creeping through her body. He nearly yanked her arms out of their sockets as he turned her on her belly and bound her arms. Normally she would have fought, but the force Tyler used on her made her think twice. As her feet were bound and bound to her wrists, his words hit home.<br><br>He was right. Nobody knew where she was, and even if she told some friends she went to the city, nobody would miss her. Sam was his to do whatever he wanted to do with her and from the feeling in her pussy, that wasn't much good. Suddenly fearing he could easily kill her right there, she stopped crying and laid still as he walked off.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wabisuke</strong> on <strong>07-03-2009, 23:05:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tyler returned to the room, carrying a candle and a book of matches. He set them down on the coffee table, and then reached down to lift Sam into the air by her bindings, gravity making her light frame arch downwards. He hefted her on to the couch, her head resting on the arm rest, conveniently at waist-height for Tyler. His now half-softened member prodded her in the cheek.<br><br>"Suck it. Suck it good, or I swear I'll punish you so bad that you'll physically run out of tears to cry with." He growled, pressing it against her lips.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>09-03-2009, 01:25:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As he hoisted her in the air, the feeling of being powerless reached a peak. She was bound and couldn't move her arms or legs and Tyler demonstrated this as he put her down on the couch with her head on the armrest. She wasn't wearing make up luckily but if she was, it would have been all over her face. <br><br>Despite his comments she kept crying from fear of what he would do to her, and from the burning pain between her legs. Afraid of being hurt even more she slowly started to suck him off.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wabisuke</strong> on <strong>10-03-2009, 08:11:36</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He growled, unsatisfied, and reached for the candle and lighter. He light the candle in front of her eyes, ordering "More. Faster. Better. NOW." He waited for the wax to melt before holding it over her, threateningly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>11-03-2009, 00:09:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Terrified Samantha moved her head down faster, hoping it was what he meant with better and more. She had never given head to anybody and had never been treated this way. Tears ran down her swollen cheeks due to his cock inside her mouth. <br><br>Her fingers started to feel numb as the bondage he used was allowing only minimal bloodflow and she moved them, frantically trying to keep some feeling in them.<br><br>Sam's hair was in her face and breathing became hard as her hair could block her nose. Coughing she released his cock and gasped for air.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wabisuke</strong> on <strong>13-03-2009, 07:59:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tyler frowned at her retreat. "Well, this just won't do." He snarled, reaching towards her bindings. He undid the part that connected them, but her feet were still bound together, likewise with her hands. He flipped her body over, so that her chest was facing up.<br><br>He lifted the candle over her body, menacingly. "I swear, if you try and move away, I'll just think of something you'll hate even more..." He hissed, almost a tone of pleasure at the thought of coming up with a different torture. He tilted the candle, slowly, tauntingly, before tipping it so some wax fell over the edge, dripping onto her right nipple.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>13-03-2009, 11:25:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				At first Samantha was relieved that at least she wasn't in the awkward position with her hands and feet tight on her back but as soon as Tyler spoke to her and she saw the candle, that little bit of free space in her brain got filled up with fear. Primal fear like she never had before. What could be worse than being mouthfucked and candlewax?<br><br>She braced herself for the wax but nothing could prepare her. The hot wax hit her right nipple and instantly her body reacted to it by arching to the side. She tried hard to fight the reaction but couldn't stop nature.<br><br>"Please, don't hurt me. I can't help it. I really like it," she cried in an attempt to convince him of her lie in order to prevent him from doing anything that she 'would hate even more.'
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wabisuke</strong> on <strong>13-03-2009, 21:43:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His response was to laugh wildly, removing the wax from her nipple by pinching and twisting it with a painful force. "Oh? You like this, you slut? Well, then you can have even more!" He took the candle and leaned over her bound, nude body, swinging it like a weapon over her, causing streaks of the hot wax to spill over her stomach and breasts. "And more!" He dripped a large amount over her other nipple, burying it in the wax. "And more!" He slapped his hand down over the top of her sex harshly. <br><br>"Sluts like you don't get nice treatment..." He spoke darkly, looking at the wax over her body. He howled in laughter again, taking his large member in his hand. He started gently bouncing it on her forehead, but as his laughter grew, the bouncing became a beating, his dick smacking harshly against her cheeks and lips, his balls dragging on her forehead.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>14-03-2009, 00:01:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The pain was almost too much for Samantha. Hot wax burning her skin, unabling it to breath and recover itself. The wax stuck to her as tape and as he buried her nipple in wax she screamed out, begging again, although knowing it wasn't any use.<br><br>She stopped begging as he laid his member on her mouth and she held her lips stiff together. The disgusting taste of him was still in her mouth and the pain in her sex as he hit it hard, made her veer off the couch a little bit. <br><br>His gentle bouncing on her face soon became beating and she closed her eyes as she looked up to his shaft and balls and far away in the distance, his eyes that showed only darkness. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wabisuke</strong> on <strong>15-03-2009, 22:21:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tyler laughed in response to her screaming and begging, exalting in the pain he was giving her. He reached his large hand down, spreading out her sex, revealing the nice, pink flesh. "Open. Your. Mouth. I'm going to fuck your throat until I cum. And if you pull away, even once, I'll see just how much of this nice pink I can change to the green shade of this candle, got it?" His voice was no longer dark, or threatening. It had become something far more terrifying: chirpy, and singsong. His voice might as well have been instructing a child on how to bake cookies, or to ride a bike.<br><br>Instead, he held the candle over her, threateningly, waiting for her response.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>15-03-2009, 22:25:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Afraid of the wax and the pain it brought she opened her mouth. Just hoping he would release her sex. It was sore and her skin was on fire and her mind on the verge of cracking. Never had she imagined so much viciousness from one person. <br><br>Sobbing she opened her mouth, knowing he would fuck her so hard she'd gag again and again. But being on her back, she had no idea what to do with it. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wabisuke</strong> on <strong>16-03-2009, 04:07:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Wasting no time, he jammed the length of his throbbing penis into her mouth, giving a pleasured sigh as she took it all the way in. Tyler began thrusting it into her, releasing her sex and moving the candle off to the side. At that moment, there hadn't been enough wax to hurt her at all. He smirked at that thought as he throatfucked her, mercilessly pounding his pole into her, his balls slapping lewdly against her face.<br><br>He grunted and groaned, and slapped her across the face whenever he felt her teeth, smiling as he saw the wax build up in the candle.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>16-03-2009, 19:25:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Samantha could barely breath and every time he slapped her face, she shrieked, almost biting him which resulted in another slapping. Not a slap like a lover would give his sub but more the beating kind. She felt her cheeks and jaws go numb and the inevitable happened. She choked. <br><br>In a reaction she gagged and in order not to choke on it she let it all out, including his cock, turning on her belly again.<br><br>"Please sir," she cried desperate, "please let me go, I won't tell anybody. Please. I can't take anymore." <br>She sat on her knees on the sofa, arms crossed around her breasts, feeling the hardened wax on her body but afraid to take it off. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wabisuke</strong> on <strong>21-03-2009, 21:23:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He snarled, reaching down to pull her arms to the side. He began beating her on the face with his now throbbing cock. "You bitch, I was fucking close!" He yelled, smacking all around her face with it. He moved around, straddling her waist, his member pointed at her head like a cannon. The look on her face, and her nudity stimulated him as he started stroking himself off. His face twisted, and he grunted as he fired his load, carefully aiming it to soak her face. <br><br>He growled again, wiping his member on her wax covered breasts. He turned around, sitting on her stomach, candle in hand. He wrapped a leg around one of hers, spreading it off the edge of the couch. "This is what happens when you disobey." He hissed, spreading out her sex, dripping the wax on her clit, and one of her nether lips, giving a dark laugh as he did this.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>22-03-2009, 00:10:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The beating on her face was bareable, she could even live with the load of cum on her face. The taste of the stuff was disgusting and made her gag again. It felt warm and sticky on her face and as he pushed her down on the couch, mixing the left overs of his cock with the wax on her breasts he nearly made her fell off the couch when he spread her leg.<br><br>She looked at him in terror as she spoke to her and looked at the candle. She felt him spreading her sex and moments later she screamed her lungs out as the hot wax hit her clit. Surely somebody would hear her this time. The scream was one of primal fear and agony and the only thing that made her stay concious was the dark laugh he produced.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wabisuke</strong> on <strong>25-03-2009, 22:40:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				In response to her scream, he gave her the delightful gift of another open palm smack to her now wax covered sex. He lifted her from the couch, fireman carrying her to the kitchen area. He set her down on a chair, moving her tied arms around the back of it. Brandishing a roll of duct tape he had gotten from a drawer in the kitchen, he proceeded to secure her naked body to the chair with its fabric pad. <br><br>He yanked roughly at her legs, taping them together at the ankles. He walked back to where he had discarded her clothes, and tugged out the pair of panties. He held her nose closed until she opened her mouth, stuffing the underwear in. "Listen up." He commanded, standing in front of her with a new candle. This one was from the dining room table, a long, thin affair. He repeated the nose pinching, this time placing the bottom of the candle in her mouth. "I'm going out to get some things. I've decided that the clothes I got you don't suit a slut like you at all. I'm also going to get some lovely toys for you to play with" He pauses to light the candle in her mouth. "I'll be gone for a bit. The chair you are sitting on is very important to me, and if you drop the candle you might start a fire. In any case, if I come back and your slutty mouth isn't on the end of that, I'll do something terrible to you, so please keep that in mind while I'm gone."<br><br>With that, he gave her a gentle kiss on the neck, took the keys, and left her there.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>25-03-2009, 23:51:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Samantha nearly lost it as he smacked her tortured sex and she gave no resistance at all as he lifted her to his kitchen.<br><br>Even when he tied her up to the chair with the duct tape she didn't struggle. Too afraid and too beaten up. She refused to open her mouth at first knowing what was to happen but as he held her nose, she HAD to open her mouth and he immediately stuffed her mouth. <br><br>He spoke to her but Samantha was far gone and all she could make of it was that she had to hold the candle until he came back. Then he lit the candle and walked off. <br><br>Samantha cried from panic, fear and other issues that she couldn't describe. The candle was long but thin and burning horizontally, it burned faster than normal. Maybe an hour before she had to let go. Looking down she figured it would fall between her legs on the chair, burning her sex. She then tried to hold the candle vertically by leaning her head backwards. This caused the candle to drip on her upper leg and she squeeled but held the candle, barely.<br><br>Praying to God she hoped he would be back soon or that somebody had heard her scream and that the police would be there soon to rescue her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wabisuke</strong> on <strong>31-03-2009, 05:21:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He returned home about 45 minutes later, with a very ominous looking black bag. He saw her, still bound to the chair, the candle now almost half burned down. He plucked the candle from her mouth and laughed, holding the flame away from her. "So, did you have fun while I was gone, slut?" Tyler slapped at the wax on her thighs, removing some with his strike.<br><br>He dropped the bag at her feet, nudging her legs open weakly. He held the candle again over her sex, smiling menacingly. "Spread your legs slut, I wanna add some pretty red to that pussy of yours...I promise you that if you don't comply, I'll make things much...Much worse for you.." He cooed, dripping some wax on her breasts as he waited for her to move.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>31-03-2009, 11:15:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The heat of the flame became more intense and Sam was terrified he might not be home in time... or not home at all. Some wax had leaked on her belly and upper legs as the candle was very short and every time it spilled, Sam had to use all of her willpower not to scream and let the candle drop. <br><br>When he took the candle from her mouth and slapped the wax on her thighs, she did let out a scream, still muffled by the underwear in her mouth.<br><br>She had physically ran out of tears so when he gave her the order to spread her legs to wax her sex more, she spread her legs as far as she could with her ankles bound after a little yelp as the wax hit her already wax covered breasts.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wabisuke</strong> on <strong>31-03-2009, 22:32:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A week later, the door to what used to be his office flung open. A single, dim light tried its best to illuminate the large, dark room. A wicked grin covered Tyler's face as he approached the essentially nude figure tied to the chair in the far corner. A sort of whimpering sound could be heard, as well as a light buzzing. <br><br>"48 hours, if you've lost count." He muttered, stepping closer to her. "You've spent 48 hours in that chair, with those things inside of you slut." He smiled at the little suit he had her wear around the house: it was a maid outfit, with a skirt so short it was barely more than a frill, crotchless panties, and the typical top with holes cut in it for her breasts. The entire outfit showed stains from where either wax or his seed had been spilled on it. He reached into what he called his "bag of tricks" and pulled out two clothespins. He pinched the ends together, and held them over her nipples, rubbing the rough wood over her exposed tits, purring lightly as he teased her. "Will you disobey me again slave..?" He asked, releasing the ends, the clothespins clamping down on her erect nipples.<br><br>He paused, kneeling down to where he could access the controls to the vibrators in her holes. "Or do I have to do this again.." He muttered, cranking them up from the "3" setting to the "7".
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>31-03-2009, 22:53:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam had troubles staying awake. She didn't have any sleep in a couple of days now and at first she tried to scream but now, days later, she'd given up, her throat sore and dry like gravel. The constant buzzing and revolting feel inside her two holes had made her sick. Nausea and cold shivers were now as present as the fear was. The pain had gone and no matter how much wax he spilled on her, it was as if her skin just didn't feel it anymore. <br><br>There were minutes when she was wailing in and out of consciousness when he was not around but now he came into the dark room. She had forgotten how the sunlight looked and she felt broken and empty. <br>She heard herself moan in pain with the treatment he gave her nipples. <br><br>"I will obey master," she said with a broken voice, trying to fight the sensations of the speeding vibrators. <br>"I will obey."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wabisuke</strong> on <strong>31-03-2009, 23:03:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tyler grinned, walking around behind her to undo her bindings. "Then point your ass in the air, and start working those vibes like the slut you are. I want to hear you moan, slave. Or I'll make sure you scream." He pushed her from behind, out of the chair and on to the floor. He had "forgotten" to feed her yesterday, so he was certain she must be weak from hunger by now.<br><br>"Every time you orgasm and show me, in the next five minutes, I'll give you half of a meal..." He muttered quietly, sitting down on a nearby stool. She had been tied in there for two days, but he hadn't allowed her out of that dark room since the day he had raped her for the first time.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>31-03-2009, 23:11:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Obediently Sam turned on her belly and sat on her knees, raising her ass in the air. It took all of her strengths to fight the nausea but her hands reached her sex, hoping she would have enough strength left to have at least one orgasm in the next five minutes. <br><br>The last hours the vibrators had been in but not doing anything than to torture her with their vibrations, numbing her pussy. However the prospect of food made her use everything she had left in her to push herself, but to her horror, nothing came and when after a few minutes, the smallest of orgasms had her collapse on the floor, she didn't have strength nor willpower to get up. <br><br>"Please," she sobbed, trying to address his human soul. "I need to eat or I'll die." <br>Sam felt herself get dizzy and was glad she was lying flat on the floor. If she had tears left she would shed them but in her mind she was crying for the last few days. She had lost all sense of time and all sense of what was going on around her. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wabisuke</strong> on <strong>31-03-2009, 23:20:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He laughed at her weak, pathetic display. He places his foot on the small of her back and pressed down, reaching down to the toys inside of her and yanking them out with a rough pull. "Well, a dead slave is a bad slave after all...but you didn't show me anything." He said, grinding his heel into her back as if in thought.<br><br>"Hmm. If you can crawl out there to feed yourself, you can eat whatever you want. But you'll pay later." He said, removing his foot and stepping back, watching her weak frame.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>31-03-2009, 23:26:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As he yanked out the toys, she felt her body ache. Not from the action itself but from the sudden void they left. The nausea hit back and she gagged, holding it in for now. Never had she felt so weak and sick as she did now and she didn't want to 'pay' later but the thought of food was too good. She didn't know when the next chance to get food would be and as soon as he removed his foot from her back, she started moving towards the door. He had closed it and in order to get out, she had to open it since there was no way he was going to do that for her. He enjoyed his torturing too much to do that.<br><br>Slowly she crawled to the door and when she was close, she raised herself to her knees reaching for the doorknob.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wabisuke</strong> on <strong>31-03-2009, 23:31:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As she raised herself, he grunted in disapproval. Tyler took a fistful of her hair in his hand and tugged back on it, hard, sending her falling to the ground. "I said Crawl slave. Sluts like you don't get to walk on their knees." He spat.<br><br>"Now try again."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>31-03-2009, 23:37:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				How was she to open the door if she couldn't reach the doorknob. he yanked her back on the floor by her hair and she yelped as he did. Sam crawled to the door and tried to open the door with her fingers, hoping it had no lock.<br><br>"Please master I can't get it open."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wabisuke</strong> on <strong>31-03-2009, 23:40:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tyler sighed, stepping forward. He placed his hand on the knob and turned, but stopped before pushing it open. <br><br>"Say 'Master, I want you to punish me later for being such a naughty slut' , and then I'll open the door for you." He smiled down at her, an evil, controlling smile.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>31-03-2009, 23:45:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She had no choice. She would regret the punishment since it would be at least equal but probably worse than what he had been doing so far. But she had to eat. <br><br>"Master... I want you to punish me later for being such a naughty slut." <br><br>Her voice was soft and dry and it cracked like an old woman's voice. Sam was getting dehydrated as the only bit of food and drink she had, was his sperm and kisses.<br><br>She used all her power to say it again, this time louder.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wabisuke</strong> on <strong>01-04-2009, 04:13:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Good" he said simply, pushing the door open. The lights in the rest of the house were much brighter than in her room. He walked beside her as she crawled, enraptured at her submission to him. <br><br>"Stay on all fours. Master will get you what you need." He ordered. His face became that usual dark smirk that appeared whenever he had a particularly nasty idea. He took down a colored plastic bowl and filled it with water. He set it down at his feet and noted simply "You may drink from that."<br><br>He started digging around through the fridge, throwing away things that had gone bad. <em>Sick slaves are also bad slaves..</em> he noted, throwing away some cheese that was starting to green. He disposed of these things before he let her at the fridge, because he was afraid in her foodlust that she would eat something she ought not to.<br><br>"There. You can have your fill of anything...but between helpings, you have to suck master off..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>01-04-2009, 09:56:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam blinked at the sudden light and it took a bit before she got used to the light. Staying on all fours she crawled to the kitchen. Despite being forced to drink from a plastic bowl, Sam drank as much as she could, letting the water heal her dry throat, oblivious to what he was doing in the fridge.<br><br>Than he told her something which she wasn't sure of how to interpret it. After every helping or after every bite. She guessed for the latter and crawled to the fridge, where she found a pack of small salami's. As if she was starving she attacked the mini sausages and stuffed them in her mouth two or three at the time. Then when the pack was empty she turned to Tyler and crawled to him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wabisuke</strong> on <strong>01-04-2009, 19:36:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tyler refilled the bowl of water as she ate, placing it on the ground near his feet. He smiled down at her when she crawled over to him. She was broken in enough to obey, but Tyler didn't think that making her beg for it at this point would be a good idea.<br><br>He unzipped his pants, and let them fall to the ground, pulling his member through his boxer shorts. "The faster you make master cum, the sooner you get to eat...and I think you know by now what kinds of things master likes..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>01-04-2009, 20:04:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Obediently she lowered his boxer shorts and took his balls between her hands, knowing it would fire him up, before lowering her lips over his member. The whole pack of salami's was a good filler for now and she wasn't even hungry anymore, but she would very much like a normal meal. On a plate and the table. <br>She sucked him off and moved her hands around as fast as she could and braced herself for his load. It was for him to decide where he wanted it. The last two days he changed it from in her mouth and over her body and she left it to him where he wanted it.<br><br>As she felt him tense, she let it out of her mouth, the thing threats still connecting her lips to his cock.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wabisuke</strong> on <strong>01-04-2009, 21:02:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He gave a few pants and groans as she sucked him, noting to himself that she had indeed learned well. Tyler shivered as she played with his balls, feeling the tell-tale signs of a ever-closer orgasm. Right before he came, she had removed it from her mouth, something he hadn't expressly taught her, but obviously something she retained from his play-time with her. <br><br><em>What a good pet she is now...</em> He thought, pointing his cock at her face, giving a final moan as he shot his load, covering her face in his spunk. "Mm...Good girl...Please, eat whatever you want, however you want....but don't wash that pretty face of yours until I tell you..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>01-04-2009, 22:10:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam opened one eye, the other covered in his sperm and walked to the fridge. She really wanted a sandwich with cheese and marmelade. As she prepared it, some of the sperm dripped off her face onto the kitchen counter. Hesitantly she wiped it clean with a tissue and sat at the table eating her sandwich. <br><br>"Thank you... master," she said with her mouth full, trying not to think about the next bit of the torture but enjoying this sweet moment of pleasure.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wabisuke</strong> on <strong>05-04-2009, 23:33:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He pulled out a new purchase of his: A digital camera. He snapped a shot of her seed covered face, not bothering with a warning, or of any kind of a rush. Tyler chuckled and started off down the hallway. "Wash your face whenever you want. When you finish eating, take a shower and change into a new outfit. I'll be waiting for you in the Master Bath."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>05-04-2009, 23:48:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam enjoyed her sandwich but made sure not to let Tyler wait too long. Quickly after she finished her sandwich she walked to the bathroom she had used the first time she met him and turned on the shower. Looking at herself in the mirror, her seed covered face and her tortured body almost made her cry again, but she was strong and washed herself clean, washing her hair and body thoroughly. <br><br>After that she dried herself and with goosebumps from the chilling air outside the shower, she tried to remember where the clothes were. Frantically she tried to recall and she walked to his bedroom and searched the drawers, finding one with female clothes. Quickly she took on a small skirt and some underwear and a white blouse and walked to bathroom Tyler would be waiting.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wabisuke</strong> on <strong>09-04-2009, 07:01:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tyler heaved a large bag over the tub, which was filled with cool water. He winked at her as she entered, and let the bag spill its contents into the water: Ice. "Mmm...nice and cold..." He whispered, running his hand around in the icy cold water. <br><br>"We're going to have some fun like this slut...get over here and dip your whore tits in this water." He smiled at her at the beginning, but was all venomous business at the end. He loved forcing her to do stuff like this, but this was the first time he had ever used a bathtub full of ice water to torment her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>09-04-2009, 13:50:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Not entirely sure where he was going she got on her knees at the bathtub and bend over. She wasn't tall enough to reach the water with her breasts or her breasts weren't big enough. Probably the latter was true since Sam wasn't a D cup. She raised her ass and hips and bend over forward a little further. She had to lean her head backwards into her neck in order for her not to hit the wall but finally she felt the ice cold water around her nipples and dipped them in a little deeper.<br><br>Then she got back up and looked at Tyler, hoping what she did was the right thing.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wabisuke</strong> on <strong>10-04-2009, 22:07:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tyler sighed, giving her a "Tsk, Tsk, Tsk." He yanked her back by the back of her hair, and stared daggers into her eyes. "I didn't say pull them out, slut!" He forced her back down over the water, her face inches away from the ice. "Now master has to spank you." He plunged her face and abdomen into the freezing water, his hand steady on the back of her neck. <br><br>His other hand went to her backside. He flipped her skirt up and yanked down her panties, repeatedly smacking her tight ass, striking the same spot again and again until he was satisfied that she had learned her lesson. He released the back of her neck, and pulled her out of the water by her hair. "What did we learn, slut?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>11-04-2009, 16:36:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It all happened so fast. After his initial burst of goodwill of letting her eat and the seemingly innocent request to dip her breasts into the ice cold water, Sam's fear was as present as it was before. Again she shivered inside from the look in his eyes and before she could react to it and say sorry, he plunged her face in the water.<br><br>Sam was just in time to get some breath but soon lost it as he spanked her hard. The raw sensation of his hand smacking her and the little breath she had, made her want to scream out. When she was close to passing out, he yanked her back up by her hair and as she gasped for air she heard him ask his question.<br><br>Frantically thinking of what she had learned she spat out the first thing that came to her mind.<br>"Not to do anything until masters tells me to." <br><br>She closed her eyes, praying it was the right answer and that the costs of her food wouldn't be much worse than this.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wabisuke</strong> on <strong>11-04-2009, 22:02:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiled, genuinely at her reply. A hand reached up and gently stroked her cheek, moving down to glide a finger over her lips. "Good girl...what a superb answer..." He cooed into her ear, wrapping his arms around her in a gentle embrace. With care, Tyler turned her face towards his, and looked deeply into Sam's eyes. "You've really made me happy..." He stroked a hand through her wet hair, not breaking eye contact with her. "Kiss me Sam...."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>11-04-2009, 22:16:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Surely this had to be part of his wicked game. His embrace, though warm, felt like a blanket of death around her and as he stared into her eyes she couldn't help but shiver. In his eyes she saw nothing warm or pleasant, just the unspeakable things he had done to her. Being revived from the food and his little bit of tenderness he was showing but still tired she fought her tears.<br><br>And then he asked her to kiss him. Although Sam very much knew it wasn't a question she was hesitant, knowing that whatever he was going to do, wouldn't be any less or worse depending her reaction. She closed her eyes shut and gave him a quick peck on the lips, deciding this was the best way possible.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wabisuke</strong> on <strong>11-04-2009, 22:49:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Instead of throwing her into the water, or smacking her, or even just forcing a deeper kiss on her, he held her tighter. "I'm sorry that I've had to do terrible things to you. I'm sorry that I enjoy that kind of thing. I'm sorry that I've used you like a toy, and not like a person, but God help me if my life doesn't have some sort of meaning now.." He whispered, stroking her hair still. <br><br>And, in his talk, there was no evil plot, no terrible punishment, no other motives. He had grown tired of abusing her for his own pleasure. As he filled up the tub with ice, he realized that he'd much rather abuse her for her own pleasure. And before he would turn in desperation to mind altering drugs, he thought he'd see if she'd experienced any kind of sexual awakening. But such a thing couldn't be seen by her if she was trapped in that apartment, he knew that for sure.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>11-04-2009, 23:05:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rifled with fear, Samantha's brain couldn't figure out or make sense from what he said. He apologized to her, that much was obvious but since he had promised her some punishment when she crawled out of the 'dungeon' she had spend almost a week in, her soul near breaking point and her body bruised and battered, she still couldn't see of him as a normal being. <br><br>She tried to lower herself on her knees again to get the edge of the bath tub from her stomach and to get a little balance as he still held her hair and head over the ice cold water.<br><br>Not knowing what to say, Sam decided it was better to say nothing at all and wait what was going to happen.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wabisuke</strong> on <strong>13-04-2009, 05:35:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He plucked her off of the ground, carrying her more gently than he often did, and brought her into the room he had only ever been in with her once: his bedroom. He set her down on the bed, tugging her shirt off. He kicked off his shoes, pulled up the covers, and got under them with her. "I'll make you love this..." He whispered, pulling her body on top of his, hugging her tight against his body. He began kissing and suckling softly at her tender neck, his hands gently grasping at her tight ass, his hardness growing inside of his pants.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>13-04-2009, 10:01:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The softness of the bed and the confusion he had given her made her cry. She found tears again and they were flowing over her cheeks freely. Only when he whispered to her and started kissing her neck she found some will to stop crying. <br><br>Samantha could feel his hands over her naked and cold ass and she could also feel what was happening inside his pants. She thought back and realized he hadn't physically fucked her that much. Only once or twice as he only tortured her in the dark room.<br><br>The sudden burst of warmth from his side was a welcome change but she didn't trust it completely.<br>"Thank you master for not locking me in that room again," she said and closed her eyes and laid her head down next to his.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wabisuke</strong> on <strong>13-04-2009, 20:12:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He caressed her body carefully, his hands running from her shoulders to her bare ass again. He licked the top of her ear, rolling over so he was on top of her. "Master realizes he's been selfish lately...he's going to try and make you feel good now..." He reached towards her breasts, rolling her nipples between his pointer-fingers and thumbs. He gave her another firm kiss on the lips, and then began trailing kisses down her neck, and down the middle of her chest.<br><br>"Now be sure and tell Master what you like...Samantha..." Tyler whispered to her, dipping his tongue in her navel briefly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>14-04-2009, 18:53:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She still shivered as he touched her nipple between his fingers as the last times he did so, it ended up in pain and when he kissed her, she still didn't return the kiss. His actions of the last week had left scars that were too deep to simply forget about it. But then he said he wanted to make her feel good and when he asked her what she liked she kept quiet a bit. <br><br>Samantha knew he meant sex, but she had more than enough sex for the rest of her life. Afraid of sparking his anger again by saying she would love a warm bath and a real bed, she looked him in the eyes.<br><br>"I would like master to make tender love to me," she lied but it was the only thing she could say that was closest to what she wanted without setting him off.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wabisuke</strong> on <strong>17-04-2009, 19:41:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Mmm, Good girl..." He whispered, tugging her skirt and panties down. His eyes fell on the spot that he loved to play with the most on her. He looked up at her and gave a quick smile before turning back to her sex, pressing his lips against it gingerly. He penetrated her nether lips with his tongue, swirling it around inside of her, a hand straying to stroke at her clit. Today, he decided, would be about hearing moans of pleasure from her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>18-04-2009, 00:45:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>What was he doing? Why the sudden mood change?</em><br><br>She knew she had to pretend to feel something but after everything he did to her, her sex had gone numb and even if it hadn't, his tongue invading her for the millionth time wasn't something she could like. Not in this lifetime. After a few fake moans of pleasure, she bolstered her defenses and tried to channel all the nerves she had left in her. Much to her own surprise, his mood swing had given her a lot and she ran her hands through his hair.<br><br>Samantha pulled his head away and looked at him.<br>"When will you let me go?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wabisuke</strong> on <strong>21-04-2009, 06:15:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He looked up at her, the tenderness of his expression fading away. He rubbed his face with his hand, sitting up and looking seriously at her. Tyler then turned away from her and sighed.<br><br>"I said I was sorry. I tried being nice, even in the beginning." He swiveled his head around, staring into her eyes. "Why, when I'm trying to be kind to you, would you ask me something like that?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>21-04-2009, 10:41:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Samantha was completely dumbfounded. The same monster that had nearly tortured her to dead with hot wax and tight suits, who didn't let her sleep for two days, and eat and drink nothing else than his seed, who hit her at all the intimate places, who treated her like some fuck doll, was now showing emotions. <br><br>If she could go, where would she go? She had nowhere to go but with him, she was afraid his moodswing could go the wrong way again. <br><br>"I.. I'm sorry Tyler," she swallowed hard. "You are and have been good to me."<br>She sat up and caressed his hair. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wabisuke</strong> on <strong>23-04-2009, 08:15:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He shook her off, getting off of the bed. He secured his shoes on his feet, and started walking towards the door. "I don't have the patience to play with you now, not after you've shown me how ungrateful you are. I'm going out. I'll be back around 10, I guess." He took a jacket from the closet, his keys from the bowl, and locked the door behind him, but only the ones to keep other people out. The security system wasn't engaged, and the normal security measures to keep her in weren't enabled.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>23-04-2009, 10:29:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Samantha was left sitting naked on the bed. He had just shown the same anger as before yet he didn't hurt her. He even left her without the locks on. If she wanted, she could escape easily but where did she have to go?<br><br>Considering her options she soon decided that she could live with the sweet Tyler. Something had to be done about the evil one but that was of later concern. Samantha walked through the house and collected her clothes and put them in a little corner in the closet in his bedroom. Idly she thought of what to do and decided that if she was going to stay here, she might as well make herself usefull. Walking to the bathroom to clean it up she found the tub still filled and shrugged about what happened. Then in the kitchen the same thing when she cleaned the candlewax off the floor and the chair.<br><br>And then there was that door. Samantha didn't dare to open it but she knew what was behind it. The dark room... the torture room. She shivered badly and walked passed, getting dressed. Deciding he didn't want to see her in much on her, she only wore some underwear, socks and a t-shirt of him that reached almost to her knees. Sighing she went to watch tv, watching till he got home and what was going to happen.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wabisuke</strong> on <strong>26-04-2009, 18:29:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tyler returned home at around 10:30, the scent of alcohol and bar on him. He walked past her, giving her an empty smile as he shuffled back to his room. Truth be told, he didn't know what he was going to do with her. He loved playing with her, he loved how good she could make him feel, and on those rare occasions that she took some pleasure from it, he loved the cute little sounds she made. He wanted her to break, to give in, to want him to do terrible things to her. It was 10:45 when Tyler decided. He would break her within the week.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>26-04-2009, 19:05:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tyler had been away longer than she had expected and she had cleaned up every room of the house except the one room she didn't dare to enter. Samantha had been watching tv and when he came home, she was watching a movie, feeling very uncomfortable being alone in his house. <br><br>When he came home, she quickly stood up and wanted to ask him how his evening had been but when he came back all he gave her was an empty smile and left to his room. Samantha was left alone again with a lump in her throat suddenly hesitating again whether to run away. In stead she sat down on the couch again and looked to her feet before turning back to the tv. She had no idea where she would sleep tonight as she had never slept in his house again in any bed but only on the chairs or floor bound and tied but if needed she would sleep on the couch, not wanting (or daring) to ask Tyler.<br><br>Sighing she focussed back on the tele, disappointed at his minimal response.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wabisuke</strong> on <strong>26-04-2009, 20:03:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The lights in the room grew dim as the man flopped down on his back. He stripped himself of his jacket, tossing it to the side. He unbuttoned the upper buttons of his shirt, and sighed, laying on top of the covers. After a while, he turned his head to the side, and noticed that everything in the room was different from it's normal disheveled self. <em>She cleaned while I was gone..? Maybe she is a good girl after all..</em> he thought, laughing a little to himself. <br><br>"Saaam!" He called out to her, not in an angry tone, but of one person calling out to another. He waited for her to enter before patting the space on the bed next to him. <em>Tomorrow</em> he would start to make her love his perverted actions. As for <em>tonight</em>, Tyler just didn't want to sleep alone...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>26-04-2009, 20:30:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam had nearly given up on having to see him again tonight, he called her. Suddenly she was in doubt again about his intentions but turned off the tv anyway. She stood up&nbsp; and walked around, switching off the lights and walked to his bedroom. <br><br>When he patted the bed, she smiled shyly and carefully crawled onto the bed unsure what to do. She just sat on the bed, her back leaning against the wall and her hands folded in her lap. She swallowed hard and looked down to her lap. <br><br>"Can I sleep here master?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wabisuke</strong> on <strong>26-04-2009, 20:51:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes, I'd like that..." He said softly. He pulled her away from the wall, into the middle of the bed with him, careful not to be too rough. He held her close to him, wrapping his arms around her from behind, hugging her back to his chest, his face resting in the nape of her neck.<br><br>In the quiet of the night, he laid there with her, content with the feeling of having her in his arms like this. After a few moments, he moved one of the arms he was holding her with to stroke her hair gently with it. He kissed lightly on her neck. "Master was so alone...Master had no one...and then Samantha came to him....Master was glad..but...he did bad things to her because he was so lonely...Master may again do bad things to her...but..Master just wants to be loved..." He whispered to her, half awake, half drunk, before drifting off to sleep.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>26-04-2009, 20:58:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Samantha didn't hear all of it, except the master may again do bad things to her. It scared her a little bit but was too tired to resist. He just wants to be loved and she was alone too. The way he treated her today, apart from the sperm breakfast and the ice cold bath wasn't too bad and she saw herself caressing his hair and when he fell asleep, she took off his shoes and pants and tugged him in.<br><br>Hesitant on what to do, she carefully crawled under the sheets, still a little scared to lay close to him. She turned on her side, facing away from him and fell asleep, enjoying the comfort of the first soft bed she laid in in days.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wabisuke</strong> on <strong>29-04-2009, 20:10:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tyler woke up, arms empty, seeing that she was facing away from him, and with this he was not pleased. A dark glint appeared in his eye as he rolled out of bed, making sure that he didn't disturb her. Not yet. He went into the dark office room, gathering some things. The sound of a drill and automatic screwdriver could be heard echoing through the house, as well as various other sounds of construction. When he finished, he called out "Sam! Come here please!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>29-04-2009, 20:35:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam was already awake as he was drilling and working. The sound and thrills went through her body even if she was lying on the bed. When he called her, she was just dozing off again when Tyler called her. <br><br>Quickly she stood up from the bed, still in the same outfit as yesterday she walked out of the bedroom and went to the kitchen. When she didn't find him there she called for him and when he responded back, her fears got answered as his voice came from the dark room. <br><br>Slowly she walked to it and when she opened the door a little bit she swallowed and stood in the doorway.<br>"Can I do something for you master? Make you breakfast maybe?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wabisuke</strong> on <strong>29-04-2009, 21:44:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Inside the room, thick lengths of rope spider-webbed across the ceiling and the corners of the room, ending in four padded metal shackles dangling in the middle of the room. Tyler took two shackles in his hands, and gave her a wicked smile. <br><br>"Your hands go in these. Your feet go in the other two. Now." He ordered, dropping them to the ground. The shackles could be latched together all on their own, but wouldn't open without a key.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>29-04-2009, 21:52:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Samantha felt her heart sink and swallowed hard. <br>"M..master I don't want to," she stuttered, not going in there again. <br><br>She had been wrong about him and felt like crying. He was in the room, grinning like he had done before when he used the wax on her and her mind raced through some thoughts. He was inside and she was still in the door. In an instant she closed the door and raced to the front door on her socks. <br><br>When she took she corner she slipped on the floor and fell hard and smashed into the wall, climbing to her feet she made for the front door only to find it locked. Panic took over as she frantically looked around for a way out. Crying for help and begging him not to hurt her she ran to the window, knowing they were on the top floor.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wabisuke</strong> on <strong>03-05-2009, 20:40:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He sighed, frustrated as she ran out, his eyes seeming black with anger. He trudged out, seeing her cower in front of the window, which he had also installed a lock in for good measure. A slave who committed suicide is also not a good slave. <br><br>Against her kickings and screamings, he lifted her in a full nelson, drag-carrying her back to the office. He tossed her down on the floor by the shackles, and immediately pinned her to the ground, sitting on her chest and pinning her arms with his knees. "It didn't have to be like this, slut. I guess you don't know how to behave after all." Tyler muttered, clamping a shackle around her wrist through some difficulty. Eventually, even with her thrashing, he managed to get all of them secured. He rolled off of her towards the main pulley, tugging down on the ropes which hoisted her into the air.<br><br>"Master is going to go buy some more things to punish his nasty slut. When I get back, I'll start training you to enjoy the pain..." He said, smiling smugly at her as he left her there hanging from the ropes.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>04-05-2009, 10:22:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Nooo! Please don't leave me again... please!"<br><br>Her screams of terror and agony were for the walls as Tyler didn't seem to hear them. As she was dragged to the office she fought him with all her new found strength of that one day of tenderness but he was too strong. Then, once in the office, he sat on her arms, preventing her from moving them as she trashed her legs around, to no avail. Soon enough he had her wrists secured and was hoisting her in the air. The fighting still continued, even as he left but it became painful on her wrists and eventually she gave up.<br><br>Crying and sobbing she hang in the dark office room and found herself thankful for the fact he left the door open a little bit. It was the only light coming into the room and Samantha feared spending another few days in the total darkness. Hoping it wouldn't get that far, she awaited his return.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wabisuke</strong> on <strong>08-05-2009, 06:07:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tyler returned hours later, entering the room silently with his newly purchased box of horrors. He lowered the ropes, gripping the back of her hair roughly, forcing her over his lap. He grunted, holding her with strong hands, tugging her clothes away until he exposed her bare ass. He dug his nails into her flesh, scratching deep into her muscle. He raised his hand into the air, and slammed his palm into her ass. He repeated the process again and again, his face emotionless as he rained down blows on her tender behind.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>08-05-2009, 08:19:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				If there was one thing she had learned about Tyler's cruelness it was that crying and begging made it worse. When she found herself being forced to lay over his lap, she did so without a fight. Him holding her hair was too painfull as she knew he would not hesitate to pull them out if she didn't listen.<br><br>Then he scratched her tender, firm muscles and yet still Samantha didn't flinch. She had to bite her lip for it until it got white but she did not scream. However her struggles were no match for his cruelness and as the first blow hit her, she gasped, only to scream out at the second and third and fourth. As the beating continued and her spanked behind got numb, Samantha could regain herself again and found strength to fight back the tears.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wabisuke</strong> on <strong>10-05-2009, 21:33:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				After his rough treatment, he pushed her off of his lap unceremoniously, walking back over to the box.&nbsp; "Tell me how sorry you are. Beg. Or I promise that for the next 2 days the only light you'll see will come from the candles that drip wax all over your thankless body." Tyler said darkly, setting a few unseen items off to the side, each making a terrible metal-to-metal clang on the top of the metal table.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>12-05-2009, 09:01:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Samantha was pushed off his lap like she was a ragdoll and she hit the ground hard. Squirming in pain she curled up at his feet.<br><br>"I'm sorry for trying to run away master. I don't know what got into me."<br><br>Did he really want her to beg him to stop? The propect of the wax and the scraping metal sounds terrified her. She had to try something for him to let her out of this dark hellish room. <br>"Please master don't hurt your slave anymore. She will be a good girl and do everything you want her to do. Please master. Slave is useless and can't take any more pain master," she cried and whispered, frantically trying to see something.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wabisuke</strong> on <strong>18-05-2009, 00:06:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Slave will spread her slutty legs if she doesn't want to be left alone in the dark anymore." He muttered, twisting the lid off of a stout green jar. As soon as her legs were spread, he sunk his fingers into the jar, removing a cool, pale white cream from the container. He didn't toy around with her, or taunt her, but rather with the skill of a doctor he plunged his fingers inside of her sex, smearing it all around her walls, making sure to cover every inch, inside and out, of her womanhood.<br><br>&nbsp;"This cost Master a pretty penny...it's a very special type of aphrodisiac. Slave will feel oh so itchy and needy in her little pussy when it takes effect, I wonder what she'll do...." Tyler taunted, rubbing the extra across her face. He gave her a painless but firm slap as he approached the pulley, hoisting her into the air, spreading her into an X shape.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>19-05-2009, 08:16:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam obeyed Tyler's orders immediately and as far as her restrains let her, she spread her legs. Almost immediately she felt his fingers invading her with the strange cool cream. Soon it began to take effect and Samantha squirmed as her sex began to itch and feel warmer and warmer. <br><br>As she was hoisted into the air, he spread her into an X and the raw sensation of the cream effects now spread through her entire body.<br><br>"Please master, make it stop. I'll be a good slave," she squirmed like a mouse being played with by a cat. The feeling was overwhelming and she rocked her thighs and hips to cope with the feeling.<br><br>"Please master," she cried out.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wabisuke</strong> on <strong>07-06-2009, 09:45:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tyler grinned his evil grin, sauntering over, pausing between steps to savor the slutty look on her face. "Oh...but Master doesn't know how to make it stop...does slave have any suggestions?" He asked, faux-sweetly. He stroked her nipples gently with his fingers before kneeling down in front of her, at eye level with her pussy. <br><br>He ran a finger along the outer edge of her lips, blowing cold air into her sex. "How can master take away this feeling from Slave...?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>07-06-2009, 10:36:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Samantha squirmed as Tyler's fingers touched her now ultra sensitive sex. Slightly she rocked her hips at the sensation. Then she found some air to answer him.<br><br>"Please your slave. Fuck her and make the itching go away."<br><br>The cold blowing into her sex made her shiver as the glowing heat and itching of her sex were being broken by the cold air.<br><br>"Ooh master, please. Don't stop."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wabisuke</strong> on <strong>07-06-2009, 10:43:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiled, tracing his finger down the inside of her thigh. "Oh? But Slave hates to get fucked...I couldn't bring myself to do that now...maybe she'll like this..." He pulled out a small pink rotor sex toy and tore a small length of tape. He set the toy to it's lowest setting and attached it to her flesh with the tape so that the toy just barely brushed against her sex, providing her with minimal pleasure.<br><br>"Well? how does slave like this...?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>07-06-2009, 10:55:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Samantha gasped and desperately tried to work her sex against the toy. The light brushing feeling didn't cool her down at all, it only warmed her sex even more and it felt like on fire.<br><br>"M.. Master it's so hot. Please stop it," she begged. The toy was getting desperate and she remembered the Chinese torture method of the dripping water. This was similar to it she believed as she wanted more or less but the way it was now, drove her crazy. <br><br>Unable to move she rocked her entire body to make the chains move to make her swing. This way the toy was out of balance and was no longer teasing her sex.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wabisuke</strong> on <strong>07-06-2009, 10:59:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He growled, grabbing her body and forcing her still. "Slave would do well not to try and outsmart master." He hissed, raising his hand and swinging it low, smacking her pussy again and again to punish her. <br><br>"Now, try and beg me again for my cock. Talk like the dirty slut you are, and I'll make you feel all better slave...."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>07-06-2009, 11:05:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His voice was angry and when the first blow landed on her sex, she moaned out in pain and regret for trying to swing and get the toy off. <br><br>While he kept hitting her pussy, Samantha screamed out.<br><br>"Stop Master is hurting me! Please give me your cock Master. I desperately want it to cool my dirty pussy..." She managed to bring it out as a one flowing sentence despite Tyler still beating down her pussy.<br><br>"Please Master, Slave is not going to last much longer in this pain."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wabisuke</strong> on <strong>08-06-2009, 06:34:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His hand moved from punishing her to gently groping her breast as he approached her. "Master will make you feel better..." He said softly, unzipping his pants and removing his hardening member. He pressed his lips to hers deeply as he inserted his now-throbbing cock into her slit, slowly, letting her savor the feeling.<br><br>After a few deep, slow thrusts, he pushed it all the way into her and held it there. "Feel better?" He asked, biting roughly at her neck waiting for her reply.<br><br>"It won't wear off for a few hours, and this is the only way to make it stop...but I'm getting tired. Slave should help herself to Master's dick..." Tyler trailed off, releasing the weights that kept her arms up in the air, but not the shackles, and laid down on the cool ground, his cock in the air like a flag pole. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>08-06-2009, 13:02:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Samantha could manage the feeling with him inside her but now that he was not and getting tired, desperation struck. She couldn’t bare this feeling for another few hours.<br><br>As soon as she had released the weights, she tried to come down to him in order to satisfy herself. The heat and itch was getting surreal and she cried out as she tried to find his pole and guide it in. When she had finally lined up, she looked at Tyler.<br><br>“Please Master, slave can’t come down.” She was still suspended in the air and too high up to feel Tyler inside her.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wabisuke</strong> on <strong>08-06-2009, 20:52:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tyler sighed, scrambling up from the floor. He took her chin roughly in his hand and stared deep into her eyes. "This disappoints me Slave. The thought of you desperately fucking me to relieve yourself of this really <em>excited</em> Master. Master wants very much to punish you, but luckily Slave isn't to blame for this..." He said softly, but with a dark force to his voice. <br><br>He moved away from her, dragging a chair from the corner of the room towards her, a terrible shrieking sound coming as the legs scraped against the ground. He sat down on the chair with his legs spread out, giving her access to his hardness. He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her over, lining her slit up with his pole. He smiled at her as he roughly shoved her body down, grunting in pleasure, loving the feeling of her tightness around his manhood. <br><br>"Slave may make herself feel better now...Until Master gets bored that is..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>09-06-2009, 09:24:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Samantha grunted in relief as feeling him inside felt like the fire raging between her legs was being doused. This feeling didn’t last long though as soon she started moving her body over him and the fire grew again. <br><br>Still being suspended didn’t give her a lot of room of to move and she desperately moaned for him to use her.<br><br>“Master please, use slave like a slut,” she moaned out to Tyler.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wabisuke</strong> on <strong>14-06-2009, 10:51:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tyler tugged her restraints back up, securing her back in the X position, approaching her from behind. He shoved his dick roughly inside of her, not pausing for any kind of effect, fucking her as forcefully as he could muster. He reached around to grope and pinch harshly at her nipples, his hips slamming fiercely into hers again and again.<br><br>"Moan for master, slut! Moan for him, and he'll cure this itch of yours for good." He grunted, giving an especially hard twist to her right breast.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>14-06-2009, 20:43:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Despite the pain she felt, the quenching of the itch and the burning sensation was so much better a feeling. She grunted in pain but her body jolted in pleasure as Tyler entered her hard and fast. <br><br>Her hips reacted in closing her legs as good as she could, closing around his member. Then he groped her nipples and while he spoke he twisted them and Samantha squeeled out in pain but soon started to moan for him and for her own pleasure. Never had she thought she could enjoy a rape but whatever salve he had used on her sex, she craved for cock and to be fucked.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wabisuke</strong> on <strong>22-06-2009, 03:55:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He gave her nice little ass a hard spank, pulling out of her a few moments before he would have climaxed. He slapped and pulled at her nipples, standing before her. "Master wants to watch you ache a little more Slave...if you scream and beg nicely, he'll tell you how to cure yourself of this itch..." He grinned, pulling her restraints extra tight. <br><br>His shoes made a quiet, yet deafening sound as he moved back towards the table, picking up the ominous container. He chuckled lightly as he applied more and more to her body, adding a new, thicker layer to her pussy, as well as to her rear entrance, her now-hard nipples, and to her lips for good measure, creating the same itching sensation on all of her erogenous zones.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>24-06-2009, 11:14:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Samantha's eyes grew large as he rubbed more of the salve onto her body. Immediately it did it's work and left Sam squirming and twisting her bound body. The itching to her pussy was now unbareable especially since he had been fucking her not long before that and that felt so good.<br><br>Now her anus, nipples and lips were itching too and she heard herself cry and beg for it to stop.<br>"Please master. Slave can't take it anymore. Make it stop please. PLEASE!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wabisuke</strong> on <strong>24-06-2009, 20:50:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He laughed, giving her nipples a hard twist with both hands, the pain removing the itching sensation for as long as he twisted. "Now...be quiet for a second slave...Master will tell you how to remove this <em>terrible</em> feeling..." He stared intently into her eyes, a hand leaving her nipple to run fingers through her hair. <br><br>As soon as she was completely silent, he whispered into her ear. "Semen....the sugar in Master's semen will make all of your pain stop Slave...convince Master to give it to you..." He stepped back, watching her body twitch and squirm due to the drug.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>25-06-2009, 15:31:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The pain he was causing Samantha almost felt like a relief. The itching was not going away on the other parts where he had administered the drug and her lips and nether regions felt like on fire. The twisting she did with her body increased the pain he was inflicting on her nipples and Sam wished she could make that pain more intense to completely eliminate all the other itching. Her arms and legs were still bound and all she could do was squirm and squeal. <br><br>She fell silent, even as silent to hold her breath, and when he stepped back, she stuck out her tongue in a motion to lick off his cock.<br>“Please Master make it stop. Slave can’t take it anymore. Slave is weak and useless. Please masterrr.. please..”<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wabisuke</strong> on <strong>27-06-2009, 21:21:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A loud <em>crack!</em> exploded in the air as his hand struck her breast swiftly. "You dirty whore of a slave...Tell Master what you want him to give to you, beg me like the little fuckwhore that you are to fill you with my cum to stop that damned itching." He hissed, cupping his hand and delivering a stinging blow to her itching womanhood. He stared into her eyes, giving several weaker slaps to the same area.<br><br>"Do it now, slut." His index finger and thumb pressed around her clit and pinched, first a light, half-teasing force, and then a terrible, crushing exertion on her pleasure nub.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>27-06-2009, 21:48:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Samantha screamed out in pain as he struck her breast hard but the feeling was so much better than the itching. <br><br>"Please M..master," she moaned out as the blow landed on her womanhood, "fuck me hard and fill me with your cum. It itches so bad master."<br><br>Again she screamed out in pain as he pinched her clit.<br>"Please master... everywhere... cum on me."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wabisuke</strong> on <strong>27-06-2009, 22:19:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Good fuckslut...Master likes it when you talk like that..." He said softly, moving back to the table containing his evil tools. He returned with plastic clothespins, menacingly stroking her cheek with the cold pinching ends. He pinched the end of one, opening it's mechanical jaw, positioning it over her clit. He released it, the ends coming together with a snap over her tender bit. He flicked the device once and then twice before moving back to the table, fetching a metal ring which would serve to keep her mouth open. His eyes pierced darkly into hers as he walked over, commanding "Open." He set it inside, securing the leather belt on the other side of her head. <br><br>With a swift tug to the back of her hair, his expression became fierce and sadistic. "Listen you fucking slut, because I'm not going to say this again. I'm going to fuck you, and I will try my best to make sure that you hate it. But I'm not going to cum all over you, like you suggested with your fucking whore mouth. Instead, I'll fill your mouth with my cum every time, and when I decide I've had enough of you, I'll let you down and you can figure out for yourself how to stop the itching with what I've given you. Nod if you understand."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>27-06-2009, 22:30:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Poor Sam's eyes got bigger and widened as the clothespin snapped shut, locking her most sensitive of part between the jaws. She screamed out from the top of her lungs in pain but as she recovered from the pain, she felt the itch again and missed the pain.<br><br>Obediently she opened her mouth at his command and offered no resistance as he strapped the metal device on her head. She tried to listen to him as much as she could focus on his words and nodded in understanding.<br><br>She would have to safe his cum in her mouth to ease the itching on her sex and backhole, if he would release her arms. That was of later concern. Right now the the clothespin and the metal device were her first concern.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wabisuke</strong> on <strong>03-07-2009, 08:40:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Good." He snarled, approaching her from behind. He slapped her ass harshly, not stopping until there were deep red marks on each side in the shape of his palm. He spread her cheeks with his hands, lustfully eying her anus. He shoved two fingers into her mouth, lubricating his fingers with her spit, before jamming them in her backhole, forcing them in and out over and over again.&nbsp; "Ok slut, here's round one." He grunted, tugging at the clit-clip with his other hand as he removed his fingers. He pressed the tip of his rod against her tender hole, and cramming it in, pressing hard to bypass the tight resistance. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>04-07-2009, 14:11:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam groaned in agony, as his fingers invaded the painful side. She tried to speak but the metal bars in her mouth prevented her from doing so and she closed her eyes listing to the primal scream escaping her mouth as he tugged her knob.<br><br>Why didn't the neighbours hear anything? Why was nobody doing something? <br>Her sensitive ass cheeks were forcefully spread and soon she felt his rod entering her. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she felt his rocking in her anus.<br><br>It did hurt like hell but she could do nothing about it. Softly she began to cry helplessly and in pain.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wabisuke</strong> on <strong>12-07-2009, 23:12:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He forced his merciless length in and out of her tamed body. He yanked her hair hard as he violated her, whispering toxic words into her ears as he tortured her with his powerful rod. The feeling on his member was different, pleasing and new, and the way she cried out hastened his travel to orgasm. He found himself now grunting unintelligibly, his hands reaching around to thwack at her breasts as must as his wrists could muster. <br><br>An instant before he would have released the curing fluid inside of her anus, he pulled out all at once, administering a kick to the mechanism that kept each of her arms in the air, causing her to fall all at once to the ground. He lifted her by her hair, and places the tip of his member in her opened mouth, stroking himself until spurt after spurt of sticky white fluid covered her pink tongue and white teeth.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>12-07-2009, 23:35:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Samantha almost passed out at the rough treatment. Her breasts were on fire and felt like exploding sooner than to get better as he stopped. Again she wanted to scream but the metal stopped her and she felt Tyler build towards yet another orgasm. <br><br>The itch and sensation of the salve he had administered were gone. All she felt was the stinging and burning pain in her breasts and just when she expected him to cum into her mouth, she fell to the ground hard. Before she could recover he yanked her up by her hair. She reacted by planting her own hands around his' in an attempt to let him go. <br><br>Then he came. She felt the warm fluid over her tongue and in her mouth and almost she forgot to 'save' it. Samantha looked up with wet eyes at Tyler, begging him. To make it stop but at the same time to continue it as she was afraid of the darkness again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wabisuke</strong> on <strong>13-07-2009, 00:42:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He gave her a moment to catch her breath, but after that it was back to business. He held her face up to his still firm cock, his fist clenched in her hair, and he ordered "Clean it with your tongue, and then show me your pussy slut, because that's what I'm going to fuck next." He reached down and pinched the ends of the clit-clamp, releasing her bud from it's torturous grip. As soon as he was satisfied with her cleaning job, he walked away, grabbing the salve from the table one last time. He tossed it on the ground in front of her.<br><br>"Master wants you to use the last third of that on your body however you want it, slut. But you can only rub it in places where Master has rubbed. Do that, and then I will give you your next dose of medicine..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>16-07-2009, 10:29:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She licked his cock trying not to spill anything of the precious cure to the itch. When he pulled away she slowly turned around on her back and spread her legs to him, showing her wet, hot pussy. <br><br>Carefully she picked up the salve and looked at Tyler not sure if she had understoof him well. It was hard to keep his seed in her mouth when she could not close it and much was dripping off from her chin. Samantha began rubbing the salve on her breasts and on her pussy even more, instantly feeling the burning sensation and she shuddered as she gave him back the empty pot.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wabisuke</strong> on <strong>23-07-2009, 02:42:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Tyler threw the empty pot over his shoulder, grinning at her. "Oh, does it burn slave? Does it burn all over your slutty body?" He teased, reattaching the metal cuffs around her arms and legs. "Don't spill it now.." he whispers, hoisting her back into the air.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;As soon as she was back in that X position, he approached her from behind. "Time for me to mix your next dose of medicine.." He snarled, shoving his rock hard cock into her from behind, letting it go in as deep as he could fit it in one thrust. He paused, his rod hilted inside of her, and began slapping her ass again. He struck and struck her, waiting until the flesh was purple before he began to fuck her. He jerked her around by her hair as he slammed in and out of her wet, burning hole.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>25-07-2009, 13:09:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The itching was becoming too much and Samantha had to fight to stay on this place and not give in to the terrible itching. As he hoisted her again, she spilled some of 'the cure' and she felt there wasn't much left. She just couldn't keep it inside if she wasn't able to close her mouth. Desperately trying to keep at least a little bit inside, she felt him enter her again.<br><br>Her eyes rolled back and as he jerked her head around, she spilled even more but this time on her breasts, relieving only a little bit of the itching.<br><br>What had she gotten herself into? Would she ever escape this house? Her mind thought back of the apartment and tears filled her eyes again. If only he would do this outside of this dark horror room. This room was going to be her end. She felt itand cried as Tyler kept using her like a ragdoll.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wabisuke</strong> on <strong>28-07-2009, 06:38:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His second orgasm built quickly, and he nearly wasted his load on the ground as he pulled out from her tight pussy. He gave her nipples a hard, savage twist, spitting on her eye before he released her from her bindings. After she fell for the second time, he undid the belt keeping the metal ring in place, holding her jaw open forcefully as he sprayed his load into her mouth, much larger than the first. "There slut. Master has given you your medicine. Now show him your little whore pussy and asshole as you cure yourself of that itch." He hissed, stepping away from her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>31-07-2009, 10:08:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes Master, your slut will do it," Samantha said desperately trying to keep his load inside her. <br><br>She sat on the floor and arched her back while slowly leaning backwards. Slowly she dripped some of his seed onto her sex and used her fingers to spread it out over a large area. When that itch was slowly getting less she spilled some more on her breasts relieving it from there as well.<br><br>Then when she turned on all fours, presenting her ass to Tyler, she stuck her fingers in her mouth to get some of his seed and use it on there. To her horror she found there was not much left and the little bit she still had in her mouth was not enough to stop the itching. <br><br>"Master..." she squirmed. "Please Master, Slut needs more of the medicin."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wabisuke</strong> on <strong>09-08-2009, 01:23:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Tyler chuckled as she shook her needy ass at him. "Well, Slut knows where to get it right?" He hissed, thrusting the tip of his cock into her cheek. A devious plan hatched in his mind as he watched her start to extract his seed.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<em>Oh, if only she rationed the medicine appropriately,</em> He thought, grinning evilly. <em>If only she did, then we could have spent the rest of the night relaxing...</em>.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: If you can make it there...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>20-08-2009, 00:42:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Eagerly Sam sucked off Tyler's cock. No longer wanting to please him or herself, just needing his seed to cool her most sensitive parts down. Quickly and rough she sucked him off and when he shot his load into her mouth, she gurgled with it not to swallow it down. <br><br>Quickly again she spilled it on her body and nearly reached a climax at the relief. Shuddering in relief she looked at Tyler, still bound but thankful for the relief his seed gave her.<br><br>"Thank you master, for being good to your slut."
			</dd>
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