He Claimed Me

He Claimed Me He Claimed Me

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

Is it me, or do I have a fetish? I had to let this out....Just read it to see how this master claims his very own pet, and how he marks her.

Summary

Is it me, or do I have a fetish? I had to let this out....Just read it to see how this master claims his very own pet, and how he marks her.

Content

Submitted: May 25, 2013

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Content

Submitted: May 25, 2013

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It had been a long and grueling day for me.  I was tired from the hours I had spent on my feet trying to earn my meager living as a waitress.  But unlike any day before, I had just met my ideal.  He was one of those walking surprises.  He wasn’t dashing or anything, but his eyes spoke of a passion fueled by a hellish desire to know every inch of his mate.  I had tried to attract his attention and get him to notice me.  All my efforts had been in vain.  He had only been interested in Jade, my blonde leggy coworker.  I was about to step in my apartment door when a hand grabbed my wrist in the middle of the act of turning the key.

“Don’t,” the voice breathed huskily in my ear.

I was rooted to the spot in fear.  No one in my building took the time to notice me or even speak to me but the old man next door.  A hand pressed my keys into my bag and another guided itself to my waist to gently but firmly lead me away.  I panicked, knowing I was helpless if this stranger took me with him.

“Please, don’t hurt me,” I said in a pathetic voice.

The hand that had stuffed my keys in my bag softly stroked my face.  I felt a leather glove across my skin.  The contact was electrifying.  I was terrified, but I was also so intent on knowing what this man wanted.  “I wouldn’t dream of hurting you,” the voice purred in my ear, “Just come with me and everything will be fine.”

I couldn’t help it, I followed eagerly.  They had on no mask, but rather followed me, pushing me in the direction they desired me to go.  They covered my eyes at some point, and I felt my feet touch the elevator floor.  I couldn’t say what direction we followed.  When it stopped we got out and I was led to a door that opened and I was hustled inside.  I felt a firm push, and I landed on a mattress on the floor.  I was shocked to see that the sheets were clean and white, and there was even a pillow.  The mattress was soft, and I sank down gratefully, almost pleased.  The voice was there again.  “Undress,” was all I heard at first.  “Then lie down on your stomach.”

I hesitated for a minute, and then I unbuttoned my white shirt slowly.  “Faster,” the voice ordered, “I want you as soon as I can have you.”  I worked faster, afraid to face the consequences.

Once I was naked I lay face down as ordered.  There was a touch on my naked rump, and then a rough slap followed.  I heard an appreciative murmur as the hand stroked my flesh.  Another sharp slap across my tender cheek made me afraid.  I struggled to rise, but the hand shoved me down roughly.  I pushed upward again only to feel myself pinned roughly.  I began to whimper, and there was another crack.  “None of that, my pretty,” the voice crooned.  “Now, be a good girl and spread those legs for me.”

My mind reeled.  What could I do?  I spread my legs and felt a finger trace my lips.  I was always shaven, and he seemed pleased.  I felt the finger probe me experimentally, and without thinking I clenched the finger.  “Mmmmmm,” he said softly, “You’re a naughty little girl.  Do it again, baby.”

I obeyed, almost elated.  He pushed a second in, and I felt shocked.  He probed me for a time before I sensed he was going to abandon me.  I knew he was standing over me.  I could feel his eyes taking me in as I heard a belt snap.  Seconds later I could feel his hands as the belt was wrapped around my wrist and the buckle was locked in place.  The same was done to my other wrist and somehow looped beneath the mattress.  I struggled in fear.  What did he intend to do?  His hand caressed my back, stroking my skin reassuringly.  I find that I can raise myself up a little, and I search for the face.  I am devastated to find that a mask now hides his face, all except for his eyes.  They pierce my soul, and I am utterly stunned.  They are luminous and gentle, but there is a hint of steel and pride.  He glares at me with a determination I know I cannot match despite my rebellious nature.  He pulls my hair so that I cannot turn away, and he kisses me passionately.  I kiss back; unaware I have stoked his fire.  He lets me go, only to come back for another kiss.  I look bemused and stunned.

“You need to be taught not to trust strangers, pretty girl,” he sneers, “Why, for all you know I could be using you.  Hell, I might even have an ulterior motive.”

I shook from head to toe.  He spanked me hard across both cheeks before kissing them.  His hand stroked my naked lips, and I instinctively raised my knees into a doggy-style position.  I suddenly realized my error.

“It’s like that, is it?  You want my cock buried inside you?”  He let out a laugh.

My ankles met the same fate as my wrists.  I strained against them in real fear now.  I was exposed and unprotected from abuse.  I knew he was going to rape me when I heard the zipper.  But how could it be rape?  I knew he was going to take me the moment I got naked.  I waited for what was to come.  But I was being teased.  I felt a wet tongue slide past my lips, almost like I was experiencing a French kiss.  I let out a low moan and pushed my hips back.  It amused him.  I was disappointed to feel him pull away.

“Now, now,” he said lustfully, “I’m going to give you what you want, baby.”

I paused.  Was I too willing?  I sighed and decided to wait.  I was not to have anymore foreplay.  I wedged his engorged cock against my lips and rammed his way in.  I let out a shrill scream.  My God, he was HUGE!  I bit my lip since I could not thrash.

“Damn, baby, you’re tight!  You aren’t a virgin, are you?” he asked with a note of interest and surprise.

I managed to weakly answer ‘no’ to him before he plowed inside me.  He slowed his rhythm to help me accommodate him.  I felt like I was being ripped in half, but it was so good to be filled so much.  I began to moan and almost cry with every thrust.  Then, I felt him where no one had been before.  He was so deep inside me it was almost painful.  But the pain was delicious.  I was almost howling in ecstasy.

“You like that?” he bellowed.

“Uh huh,” I panted.

“Good,” he growled, “Because you are going to stay put until I get what I want!”

I panted and moaned louder.  It felt like it went on forever before I finally began to feel bruised and used.  He was getting stiffer, and I was feeling him brushing the entrance of my womb.  My cervix was teasing him, enticing him to push a little more.

“You know what you are, baby?” he asked in a seductive voice.

“What?” I stammered in response.

He lowered his face to my ear and whispered, “A hot little whore that needs a master to teach her how to behave like a lady.  I saw you looking at that pretty boy.  Forget him.  He can’t be the kind of man you need.  You will learn to behave like a lady and how to please a man the way he is meant to be pleased.”

I began to sob, “Please, I promise to be good.  Just let me go.”

His laugh was almost bitter, “I’ve watched you for a long time, my pretty pet.  You pretend to be a tough ice-princess, but you’re just waiting on someone to claim you.  I noticed how you look at all the pretty girls who have a man.  You want one, and here I am.  But first, you need to know who your master is.”

A stinging slap went across my ass.  I felt pain explode through me as he pumped deeply in time to the smack.  I yelped like a kicked dog.  He grunted with force as his thrust hit deeper than before.

“Lesson one, I own this little pussy.  Got it?”  He rammed me until I nodded.  “Good,” he slowed.

“Lesson two, I am your master.  No one else.”

I nodded.

“Lesson three, I get what I want.  Never deny me.”

I nodded as his thrusts brought him inside me deeper than ever.  He was obviously so close.  I began to cry in earnest.  One part of me was secretly in love already, the other was terrified he would kill me.

“Baby girl, tonight is your first assignment.  I want you to take every drop of my seed.  I want you to use it like a big girl.”  He was even stiffer now.

“But I’m not protected,” I protested, “You could get me pregnant!”

He laughed wildly, “That’s the idea, sugar.  I want that little tummy nice and round.  I want the whole damn world to know I’m the stallion that went to stud with you.  I want everyone to know you’re my little broodmare.  I want you to swell with my child and spread those legs every day and cum just knowing how much I want you.”

I cried with my face down, tears streaming as I felt his unsheathed cock probe me.  He had found the mark, and any second he would blow.  He yanked my hair and hammered me hard.

“Are you going to be a big girl and take my seed?  Are you going to be a lady and serve me as I ask, or am I going to have to pump you full of those nasty fertility drugs to make you do it?”  He pounded with each syllable, as if to emphasize his point.

I gasped, “I’m going to be a good girl.”

He clearly was not satisfied, “Say what you want!” he bellowed.

“I want my belly to swell!  I want you to knock me up so everyone knows I’m yours!”  I prayed he would not really do it.

I was wrong.

He let out a scream of pure animal lust and fired a massive load.  I was restrained, but I felt my body instinctively open for him.  His cum slammed against my cervix, and I could feel how eager it was to pull the baby-making juices inside me.  He stayed rooted to the spot until no more convulsions erupted.  Then he pulled out.

He eyed me with satisfaction.  I felt a little drip down my lips.  “That will never do, baby.”  A second later I felt something hard slide into me.  Then as I tried to push it out I realized it was a buttplug.  I squirmed.  It was being held in place by a chastity belt he was slipping over my hips.  I struggled wildly, like flailing prey.  Once I was locked in, he loosened my ankles and wrists. He turned me over and pulled my legs up so that I resembled a turkey about to be cooked.  He restrained me again and kept my hips elevated.  Then, he began to suck my nipples avidly.  I reached orgasm quickly, grasping the plug and moaning.

“You like that, baby?”

I nodded lustfully, and I began to shake under him.

His hands trailed down to my stomach.  I felt the flesh quiver expectantly.  I heard a clink.  He had reached down and pulled out a collar.  It sparkled like it was silver, and a large red stone glittered.  He locked it around my neck and smiled.  His hand went to my belly again.

“I can feel the child growing now, baby girl.  Do you feel those little swimmers inside you?  You must, look at you wiggling.”

I was moaning, coming to another orgasm just listening to him talk.  He looked into my eyes and stroked my hair.  I hoped I didn’t let him down.  I silently prayed I was ovulating.  Master smiled, and I swear I could feel his swimmers deep within my now wiling womb.  I smiled back, almost radiant as his seed claimed me as his property.  I was his now.  He had marked me, and soon the world would know.

 


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