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Gladiators Prize (Demorica & Rekoj)

Demorica

Demorica

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Oct 8, 2009
Alice was by far the most beautiful slave in the Pit, owned by the highest and richest man she was a very wonderful prize for any fighter to be given even for one night. Her master however had been angry with her about not giving herself to him willingly and said he would teach her a lesson by letting some cruel brute take her so she would appreciate his kindness, despite the beatings she had gotten from him to try and get her to submit, which would work until her body healed or stopped hurting, but never left a mark on her delicate flesh. She was a rather average size woman, standing only about five foot five inches, her long dark red hair fell over her bust and back, straight as a pin. Form under her long bangs were bright ice blue eyes, and seemed to be brought out even more my her hair and milky white skin, looking almost like a doll if she were to be perfectly still.

She had been the prize for the more recent tournament winner, and she had to admit she was worried, knowing these men were rough, brutal and not too kind to anyone, even women. She however had training in first aid, massage, and many other things that could help with injury so it made her a very valuable pet to have around. She was not too happy that they did not trust her to walk to the room so instead she was dragged into the medium size cage, her hands shackled in what looked to be silver, with a nice collar around her neck matching them. She relaxed for the time being, telling herself just to remain calm and everything would be alright, hopefully. She had been put in a gown, flowing over her body and down to her ankles, but the slit on both sides ran up her sides to her hips, for easy access. The dress was as light blue as her eyes and made her quite a sight to see.

As they approached the door the men spoke before opening the door, a few guards stepping in first before pulling the cage along and into the room and toward the foot of the bed in the room. It was not too bad for a fighters room, knowing some had less and worse than this, and to him it might have seemed luxurious. Looking around she took in the things around her, looking for any ways to get out of the room so if anything were to happen she would not be stuck in there and risk getting seriously hurt or even killed. The guards left her there in the nice decorative cage, one looking back at him, smirking at the girl as he nodded his head, “Enjoy your prize.” He said before leaving and locking the door behind him, her only chance of escaping was probably just locked with a heavy clank. She looked up at the man for a moment before leaning back against the bars of the cage, looking at him before moving her hand around to undo the clasp to the lock and free herself from the cage. “I’m Alice, I am to be your pet for the week, if there anything you require of me? Healing, dancing, singing, pleasure, I am to give you what ever you want Sir.” She explained softly, her voice so silky smooth and gentle, but there was a coldness and poison to it as well. She was not sure what to call him, technically he was her master for a week, but she did not know if she should call him that, or something else so she simply used Sir until told otherwise.
 
He had always been a fighter, since day one, he was very good at one thing. Fighting. Other men it seemed were bred to be math geniuses, politicians, athletes, but since day one he had had to fight. High school had been a blur of fists, knees, and kicks. Eventually tossed out, he turned to the one thing that could provide him with money. Fighting. He stood tall at 6' 4 and a half inches, his short black hair shaggy, ragged, falling down over his eyes. He didn't look up when the door opened, he cared not for the other prizes this cage offered, he cared for money. He cared to get enough to keep himself alive, he cared about fighting, he cared about the challenge, what it represented. He loved to win, knew nothing other than it. He had been a late register for this fight, had had to fight the most, had fought a giant of a man in the final and he had won.

He was shirtless, not caring about the presence of company enough to dress up for anybody. His exceptionally toned, but not overly large form was slick from water, he was wearing a pair of black sweatpants, an item he had planned on curling up into sleep in. He was sore from the fight, the man he had been fighting was bigger than him, taller and with a large reputation for being one of the scariest men to fight. It was why he had made it to the finals, and it had taken everything that Liam had to overtake and overcome the challenge. He had always been overlooked, never considered to be one of the best fighters, many people wrote him out of the final. He had an impressive record, but it appeared like he would lose every fight before a last-second flurry would overcome. He took a beating everytime he won, and today was no different than any other.

He pondered what to do with this situation, what to do with this woman that had been presented to him as he stared at the ground in silence. He finally looked up to her, his strong jawline and piercing eyes finally met hers. He stared at her for only a few moments before he decided that she was useless to him. Maybe if they'd sent somebody taller, somebody stronger, but she was fragile.. almost like a doll. Easily broken, not easy to put back apart. He knew he'd be wasting his time, he knew that he'd destroy her. He'd learned over the years that he could not hold his passion back, that he was devastating in everything he did. That was why he was a fighter, he could be nothing else, and he was nothing like a lover. He raised an eyebrow as he shrugged at her and laid back upon his bed, ignoring his aching body, "There's a couch somewhere in here, make yourself comfy I suppose. I've no use for you, I told them that too, but it appears they were insistent upon sending you to me."
 
Looking at him she was rather surprised, she had seen the person he had fought and the man did not look to be nearly as full of muscle as some of the others did, but she knew strength was not everything and from what she had been told he was fairly good at fighting. Watching his eyes look over her she knew he was sizing her up as she moved out of the cage, standing and stretching a little before seeing him lay back on the bed and tell her he did not need her. Irritated she glared at him from where she stood shaking her head, “I have been here for no more than a few seconds and already you decide I am not needed?” She snapped angrily as she looked over his body, “From what I can see and tell you took a lot of hard hits and are sore all over, and I was brought here to help with that as well, if you would just let me show you I can be of some use I can prove you are wrong, I can relax your body’s torn muscles and reduce the swelling in others to make it heal faster.” She said, trying to see if he would atleast give the small girl a chance, doubting it she did not hold her breath for an answer.

Moving over to the bed she sat down, knowing she was rather small compared to him, but what she lacked in body weight, height, and strength she made up for in speed, agility, balance, and just about everything else, being a dancer she was light on her feet and rather good at many dances from all over the world. She looked over him, analyzing just by the way he lay there, and the slight swelling where the areas that would need to be worked on most were in his body. “Besides, you of all people should know not to judge by appearances, many did not think you would stand a chance against your opponent, yet you did.” She added softly. She remained cautious and ready, knowing the fighters were unpredictable and sometimes lost there tempers when a woman spoke as she did, hence she was ready to back away and even knew how to take a fall properly if knocked around a little, all thanks to her master when he did strike her hard enough to knock her to the floor.

She wanted to help, and do what she was good at, other than dancing, she was good with her hands and relieving pain from fighters when they were seriously injured, but her methods were different, she noticed different things, but never told anyone what she did, or how, it was her secret and made her one of the best in that area as far as women went. She had learned to massage the limbs as well as decrease the inflation and swelling of certain spots and to get them back to normal much faster than others would normally. But still she refrained herself from touching him till he gave permission, not touching him until he possibly gave permission or maybe a chance to prove she was not some fragile little porcelain doll that would break with the slightest touch.
 
He faded out to her words, ignoring her as he stared up to the ceiling and thought about his next fight. He hated these tournaments, they always gave too much time to recover. Sure, he understood he needed a few days off, let the swelling go down, but he was ready to fight again. He wanted to fight again, it was what he knew in life. These days without it always annoyed him, he felt purposeless, somewhat lost. Perhaps that's what these women were for for the victors, give them something to do with their time, let them fill their time with flesh and heat. He heard the woman speak, but made no attempt to let her know that he did. He continued to look away while she looked at him, letting her talk at him, but not talk to him.

He knew she had a valid point, he even knew that she may very well be of use to help him assuage his wounds. There were certain aches on his back that he could not reach himself, certain angles on his arms he could not stretch to find, but he would not give into the notion that he required her help. Stubborn as could be, he spoke again, taking his time to word his response. "I've never required the help of anybody else before when it comes to healing my wounds, the best thing for them is time. You may be a fine woman, they told me you were the best... certainly beautiful, but I know I have no need for you. You can massage my wounds, that's fine, but they'll heal on their own just fine." His voice was calm, despite her irritation he was cool as a cucumber as he spoke. He still stared at the ceiling, almost refusing to look at her, looking at her would admit he was interested.

"I need no song, I need no dance, I need no healing... and as for pleasure, well.." He finished with a shrug. He was a man of all or nothing, and right now it was nothing. It was like he worked with a switch, that was very rusty and hard to turn on or off. But once it had picked a side, it was stuck on that side and he was entirely committed. He was either on or off, when he fought, when he drove, when he decided to do something, pure determination, mental strength, and will would provide that he would fight, survive, win, overcome, with every ounce of will he had in his body. When he loved, when he fucked, he gave more than everything he had, and he had left women crying and broken in the past. They were not a challenge, to him, so far they had been something to be broken. He did not enjoy something when it was broken, instead he preferred it when it was bending before it broke. Looking at the woman, up and down again, inspecting her form.. she was smaller than women he had claimed before. She would undoubtedly break under him, and he finally finished his sentence simply and poignantly, "You would break. I have no wish to break you."
 
She could tell everything that was wrong and as she listened to him she could see the type of person he was almost right away, or at least this side of him, strong, alone, and needing no one, such bull shit in her opinion. She looked at him again as he spoke and simply listened, finding the others had infact bragged about her, but she was still a virgin, surprisingly enough, she had merely been used for helping with making them heal, so she was dying to help him in some way, always wanting to help someone, knowing he was in pain even if he did not want to admit it. “You say they will heal on there own, but if that happens they do not straighten out, they munch up and can affect your fighting and over all movement, such as the spot in your arms and back, if left untouched and knotted they would make your arms and back a little weaker.” She pointed out, moving over to him on the bed, already hearing him give her permission to massage his wounds and right away she went to work, her hands gliding over his skin, her hands so soft, but from where they touched on his arm it seemed very precise, touching points in the arm taught in trigger point therapy, and if she did not know what she was doing it could seriously harm his arm and even make it worse, but she was professional and worked around the bruise, not working directly on it, but around it, something the girls did not do often, but what she found out was that when massaged right on the wound the inflamed area just gets worse, but it massaged just a little away it draws all that inflammation out and allows the swelling to go down even more than usual. Once done with one are there was already a noticeable difference.

She moved to the other, doing the same thing there, taking her time as she moved down his arm and even massaged his hands to ease some of the knots that seemed to form between the fingers, a painful thing if left unchecked. And then she worked on his legs, feet, and worked her way up to his chest, focusing on the pectoral muscles and such there. Once finished she touched his shoulder softly, looking down at him, “If you would, I would like to get to your back, so sitting up or rolling over if you would be so kind?” She asked, knowing he may say no, or either choose one of the positions mentioned. Despite her size her fingers were rather strong, even though they were bony they could pinch nerves, tendons and do harm if she was too close or ticked off enough. Bringing a hand to her hair she swiped away a few strands in her face, her crystal blue eyes looking down at him with a kind and gentle smile as before, clearly hiding much about herself.

“You say you have no need for it now, but if you are ever in the mood let me know, I may seem useless to you, but I have many uses.” She said softly, “And I doubt you will break me, I am very flexible. I won’t break.” She said with what seemed to be a slight cold tone to her words. “You do not give me enough credit, I may seem delicate, but I am no china doll that will shatter so easily.” She added as she waited for him to move so she could work on his back, but the moment the thought came to mind her temper was flaring and she was not sure if it was safe for her to do so, knowing she could easily harm this fighter through a few simple touches, but she figured he already knew that by now.
 
He decided to give the poor girl something to do, if she said she was good at healing wounds... it would be foolish to not let her assist him. He had to admit as the girl went to work, she knew what she was doing. He felt the knots within his body untie and his entire body seemed to relax straight from the core. He took in a deep inhale through his nose as she worked at his arms, silently inspecting her as she worked hard at assuaging the pain away. He seemed to relax a bit, and as she requested for him to roll over or sit up, he took a very long time, staring right into her eyes to figure out her intentions before slowly and gradually sitting up off of the bed.

As he sat up, he began to speak again, "Mind, body, and soul. They need to work in unison when you do something Alice. When I fight, it is with mind, body, and soul. When my body's worn, my mind is working hard to overcome the challenge, my soul will keep my body strong. When I do something, it is with all. If I were to need pleasure, I would need it for mind, body, and soul. And that means..." he trailed off, as he reached to grasp her hand before letting her work on her back, so he could look directly into her eyes as he drove home his last point. "I would need that from you, mind, body, and soul. You aren't prepared to give me that, to give it all to me.. and so I know one of them will break." Once he finished, he let go of her hand and placed both of his on his lap, staring forward as he let her go to work on his back. The tone of his voice hadn't changed since the very moment he had begun to speak, he was still calm, he still had a steady pace to the speed with which he talked. He leaned forward far to give her access to his bruised and scarred back, a lifetime of fighting had left him with some battlescars to show off, the most prevalent being the long scar that ran diagonally down his back, from when he had been attacked with a knife. The scar was quite faded, indicating it happened a long time ago, but the rest of the smaller scars around his flesh were from all different times. Some old, some new, they almost told a story of his life.
 
She could feel his eyes on her as she worked, and it was one thing she loved to do, heal others. When he spoke of body, mind, and soul she understood, but what he kept overlooking was her, and if she really wanted to, she had been given to him as a prize, but she could have asked for another fighter, and have them simply take her and then be done with it, however she was him as a suitable person to hopefully get to take her for her first time, but he seemed uninterested in her and doubted her ability. "And how do you know my mind body and soul is not in it, you were reluctant in letting me help heal you, yet I can tell already you are beginning to relax and like it, you can deny it all you want, but your body does not lie that it liked my healing touch." She teased him a little, finding his calm and boring tone bothersome. She was spirited, lively and energetic, always enjoying what she did.

As he sat forward and took hold of her hand she looked up at him but went back to doing her work, "You won't break me, I know that much, but fine, keep telling yourself that I will be here with you for a week, if you ever begin to doubt you're correct about your assumption of me I will be here for anything you require." She offered, leaving it up in the air. She started on the lower back and worked her way up, getting the blood flow through the bruises and moving to make it fade much faster than it was, and so she moved up the back till she was to his shoulders, working out the knots within the muscle and then moved up to his neck, keeping a close eye on him since some did not like that at all. Her finger tips were all she used massaging any kinks that might have been hiding there that he may not even know about, then she touched his hair, hesitant about massaging there, but soon got over it and did her job to relax everything else, running her long fingers through his hair, releasing the tension by taking her hands and grabbing hold of his hair and giving a gentle massage to the scalp. One finished she remained where she was, looking at his back for a moment, the one large scar interesting her, "Where did you get this one?" She asked, tracing a delicate finger over it to let him know which one she was talking about.
 
He was not bored with the moment, merely trying his best to not be interested. He began to see why many fighters had requested her for her healing hands, she truly had a special touch, a perfect blend of firm and yet gentle. He trusted her completely, bowing his head forward as she massaged his scalp. He denied her the pleasure of admitting she was right about him enjoying it, it was obvious from the way his muscles relaxed. He allowed her to work over his tight body until finally he felt relaxed, and as his body relaxed, his mind became more and more relaxed to the idea of laying with this woman. His tension eased, and as her finger ran down the long scar that had been on his back forever he spoke quietly, not turning to look at her, "It was a fight... in high school. One of my first.. I saw three kids beating on one in the basketball courts. Nobody else was around, they were kicking him, laughing about it. I didn't hesitate, I usually need less of a reason to get into a scrap. I managed to floor two of them, but the third... he was the star of the basketball team. Just a huge guy, he managed to stun me, knock me over... I don't know where the bottle came from, I suppose they had been drinking. Next thing I know, as I'm stumbling around for my bearings.. it's like my whole back was just torn open. To this day... he has been the only one to walk away from a fight from me."

He stayed silent for a few moments, not liking to go back to that place. It was one of the few bitter memories he had from a fight, one of the only ones to get away. He stared at the bed before he decided he needed to bring his mind elsewhere. He needed to change what his mind was thinking about, and he needed to change it soon. He turned around in an instant, his fighter's reflexes and athleticism coming to the fold as his whole body tensed and he spun in an instant. His eyes were now only a few feet from her face, as he stared intensely into hers. He had to know if she was worthy, she claimed to be strong enough, she claimed to be ready for him. He stared directly into her bright blue eyes, his piercing green orbs staring right through them to her intentions. His hand grasped her wrist, holding it tight, but not painfully. He merely wanted her to stay still while he made his point clear, he was warning her, one last time that she should not be so persistent. "You believe that I keep underestimating you, that you are strong enough, that you will have the mind, body, and soul to take me. But it is not me who is underestimating anybody, Alice, it is me that you continue to underestimate. You don't know what I am capable of. You think that it is just your body that I am scared to break. But if I am to make you mine, your mind and soul are the ones that cannot be put back together. I am more animal than man at this point Alice, and you are full of life. Are you ready to put that to risk?" he questioned, the tone in his voice finally changing to an inquisitive tone as his eyes closed in on hers. He persisted with his questioning, his tone becoming urgent, "Do you want to give it all to me? Are you ready to cross a line that you can never go back on?"
 
Listening to him explain the fight she seemed upset by the fact that people do act like that, and it was true, they were cruel and ruthless and often picked on the weak. She listened to him closely, hearing his disappointment in not being able to finish it, and win, but to her that was just a mishap and it was weak on the other mans part to use a weapon when he was unarmed. The moment he turned she was a little started, looking up at him a little confused, seeing his eyes looking into hers, not understanding yet what it was he was looking for, sign of weakness, doubt, or something else. She had none of them, she was confident, and willing to prove herself. Feeling the hand at her wrist she glanced to it, but did not pull away, knowing better than to do that, she simply looked back into his eyes with her own, showing not a single hint of doubt in herself.

"No I do not underestimate you, I have seen you fight, I know you are dangerous and strong, but I am not taking back what I said, I know I can handle it, anything, and I will not break." She said confidently, looking up at him, her eyes never breaking from his as she watched him for a reaction. When he spoke of giving everything to him she simply smiled sweetly, nodding her head, "I was ready to the moment I asked my master to be the prize for the tournament, and I knew I was ready to when I came through the door, I have not changed my mind, I know I can not go back, but I don't want to take back anything I said, I told you before, I can handle it." She assured him, as she looked up at him, wondering what he was going to do, take her, or not, it did not matter, she knew what she wanted and would survive what ever happened to her.
 
He stared intensely for a few more moments into her eyes, before he could no longer restrain himself. The woman in front of him was beautiful, she was nigh perfect. He had won her, and now she was to be his. For a week, for a day, for tonight, he didn't know how long but he knew that he had warned her. He knew that he had given her every reason to remain sheltered, energetic, full of her own life. But she had persisted.. and so the switch within his brain flipped on. The passion and emotion exploded out of him as he made his move.

He leaned in and kissed her lips, his hand going to her chin to hold her still while he leaned in and added some tongue to the kiss, running a circle around her lips. He pulled back and closed his eyes, growling as he did, "You may have seen me fight... but you have never seen me love." He brought his hands to the slits at the hips of her gown, beginning to lift the bottom of the gown up and over her body. He wanted more than easy access to her slit, he wanted her exposed for him. He continued to pull the gown up and up until it came over her shoulders and he tossed it to the side. He stared her directly in the eyes before closing them and leaning in for another kiss, leaning over her, pushing her into the bed beneath him.

His hands went to her chest and began to grope at her breasts, squeezing them within his large hands as he kissed away from her lips now, down her cheek. He spoke in between each kiss, as he planted a trail going toward her ear from her cheek, "We will explore every depth of your psyche, I will bring you the most unmistakable pain, the most unbelievable pleasure, both separately and then at the same time. I will make you mine..." he continued, as his lips reached her ear where his teeth sunk into her lobe. He tugged at it before kissing down her jawline, down her neck. He sunk his teeth into the soft skin of her neck, biting hard enough to hurt, but not hard enough to break skin. He continued his words as he kissed to her collarbone, before pulling his lips away and bringing his eyes back to hers. He stared right into them, breathing as his fingers pinched her nipples, "By the end of it all Alice.. you will know me as your master, and no other. I will give you everything you will learn to need."
 
Looking up at him she could see he was not going to hold back anymore, and she was counting on it, bracing herself as he moved forward to kiss her, he lips connecting with his, kissing back without a second thought and her tongue joined his, dancing with his own until he withdrew from her mouth, a soft gasp came from her as she caught her breath, never experiencing anything like that from her master before, but she had enjoyed it immensely. "I may have not seen you love but I can handle it, I know I can." She told him softly as she lay back on the bed and assists in removing her dress for him, not wanting it torn since it was hers but on the other hand it was not. When he spoke of what he was going to do to her she simply nodded, understanding what she was getting herself into.

The moment he brought his teeth to her ear and bit in she let out a whimper of pain followed by a moan of pleasure, the two mixing together, her body heated underneath him, but she never asked him to stop or to not hurt her, and leaned her head to the side as he kissed his way down, and the moment he bit into her neck a loud moan came from her lips, her body arching against him in pleasure, even though it hurt it still felt wonderful to her, not sure if that was normal or not. She watched him as he pulled away and then teased her nipples, pulling and pinching, all causing her to squirm and tremble in pleasure, moaning in pain and pleasure, all of it the same to her at the moment. She noticed his eyes looking at her again, the look in her own were lustful, enjoying the treatment and even wanting more as her back arched with the pinch of her nipples, his words sounded so distant yet she nodded obediently, already her panties were soaked from his tormenting her body and yet her eyes remained the same, enjoying the mix of pain and pleasure.
 
Liam would not hold back anymore, as his hands moved over her body like it belonged to him already. He moved his hands away from her chest, one going around her back and running his fingers down her spine to her bottom where he grasped a hold of her bottom to feel the delicate curves of her beautiful fragile body. His other hand brushed her hair away from her eyes softly, so he would be able to stare into her eyes without interruption. His hand ran around her leg from her bottom, going to her inner thigh, stroking the soft skin up and down. The edge of his hand felt the moistness of her panties, but he ignored that for now, focusing on the build. He continued to run his fingers up and down her inner thigh, as he leaned his lips down to kiss her lips yet again. He wanted to build her to that point, that breaking point where she'd cry out for him. He sent his tongue back into her lips to steal her taste, before retracting once more.

His strong form engulfed her beneath him, and finally he brought his palm to her panties. He began to stroke up and down, running his hand over the material. He broke the kiss, bringing his lips to her chin as he continued to rub her slit up and down through the soft material of her panties. He nipped at her chin for a moment before coming up and looking into her eyes, speaking again, "I will bring you pain and pleasure, and you will thank me for both. I am in control of you now, you know no other master except me. If you want to feel all of me, I need to know you understand this. So I ask..." he started, before slipping his palm underneath her panties to tease her pussy with the continuous rubbing motion. He found her lustful gaze as he persisted with the urgent question, "Who is your master?"
 
His hands all over her body made her want more, so much more. Her body ached for his touch the moment he pulled away at all. Trembling she panted softly, enjoying everything he was doing to her, her eyes on his, her lips connecting with his again, begging silently for another kiss from him even as he pulled from the kiss. She was already wet and being built up more and more, his hand against her face was nice, and unexpected, blushing at the gesture to get the hair out of his way to look at her. She could not help but smile up at him, her eyes seemed glazed over with lust, wanting him badly. And again she felt another kiss, her reaction the same, meeting it with her own lips and slipping her tongue into his own mouth to play with him. His hands were so close to where she wanted them, yet he was not there yet, teasing her, tempting her small body, and it was all working.

She finally felt what she wanted, his hand to her soaked pussy, her hips rubbing against his hand, wanting more, wanting him to play with what was already his. The stroking agaisnt her slit was enough to drive her mad that her hips swayed to his movements and as he kissed up to her chin then spoke she listened as well as she could, already half way gone. She understood what he was saying, but she did not know if her master would really want her to say such a thing, able to ruin his life if he took his favorite pet. But the moment he asked who is your master she already knew the answer and moaned it out in a soft pur, but loud enough for him to hear, "You... You are my master... I know that, and I already knew it when I entered here... I know you are my Master." She answered before looking at him, "The man who let you have me will not be pleased if I after the week I am yours, he will not be happy with taking my loyalty and everything I have from him, and I don't want him to hurt or kill you." She muttered as she panted from pleasure against her wet slit, bringing up a very important point and valuable bit or information.

((Thanks sis for filling that in for me, I can take it from here.))
 
"I don't fucking care, they will never kill me as hard as they try, they will never succeed," he growled in a low voice, ignoring the piece of information. He knew that the people that ran these rings were ruthless, he knew that they were powerful and would do anything to get what they wanted back. He knew he was crossing the line by making her his, but he would have her no other way. He was an all or nothing guy, and once he had decided that he wanted it all he would face the consequences to get it. He curled his fingers over the hem of her panties and began to slowly tug them down, bringing them down to her knees and past over them to her shins. He loved every sound she made, how she panted for him, the want in her voice, the way her body arched underneath for him. He smiled, at her sign of submission, at the way her body wanted him.

He couldn't tug her panties any further down before he would have to break the kiss, deciding to pull away so he could kiss down her neck. His whole body moved downwards as he brought the trail lower, kissing down beneath her breasts, before moving his lips over to her nipple and licking at the tip of it. He pinched it between his teeth, teasing the tip of it with his tongue. He kept moving his hands lower and lower until he finally tugged her panties off entirely. He brought his mouth away from her chest, and looked into her eyes, "If I am your master, and you are my pet, you must understand this. You will thank me for every command I give you, or else you will be punished. You will be obedient, or you will be punished. And you will love everything I do to you..." he moved his body back on top of hers, so his eyes were level with hers, which were glazed over with want. "Pain..." He moved his hand between her legs, where he lined up a sharp quick spank directly to her moist slit, keeping his hand against and beginning to vigorously rub, "And pleasure." He rubbed for a few moments, just to feel her warmth, just to know how moist she was for him. He stopped his rubbing and moved beside her, commanding in an urgent tone, "Take off my pants."
 
She knew that he could take them, no problem, but the problem was that they could take her from him, either by distracting him and sneaking in and taking what was his or simply restraining him and leisurely strolling in and taking her from him, with the possibility of teaching him a lesson my using her in front of him to make a point. They were demented and she knew their ways of torture and punishment were cruel, and if they could not harm him they would take the next best thing, her. She would of course bring that up as well so that they could talk it over but for now she wanted to enjoy this, with him. Feeling him grip her panties she blushed a little but did not protest, she lift her hips to ease them off much more and continued to kiss him passionately until he broke it and pulled her panties off, leaving her naked for him, blushing even more brightly than before.

She watched him, moving slowly to his movements smiling softly up at him, “I understand, and I accept you as my master and I am your pet, no matter what, I have already accepted that, and told you that you were my master, I will obey your command, and be obedient, but if I hesitate it may be for a good reason or because something worries me, I want to know that you will also be an understanding master and patient with me while I get to know you.” She said softly. Hearing him she nodded, the word pain cam up and she felt the sharp spank, but the reaction was not as she would have thought, instead of a sound of pain she let out a loud moan, mixing in pleasure and the slight sting, but it felt rather good to her. Her moans became much louder as he rubbed her so energetically. When he stopped she looked up at him wondering why he did not play with her more, but when he said to remove his pants she did not think twice before she moved to unbutton and remove his pants, being rather quick and efficient about it.
 
Liam could not help but to have the corner of his lips curl into a small smile at the sign of her blush. Here she had been, so sure, so ready and yet when it came to it she still flushed. Yet, that was it, there was no more hesitation or fear in her actions... but he'd change that with time. As he stared into her eyes he already wondered if they'd look at him in the same way when he was finished with her. He wondered just how loyal this new pet he had found would be. He wondered if she was only committed to him now, and would consider leaving him after the week.. or if she would cling to him. He knew they had much to experience together, he knew he had to see how strong this girl would be. But this wasn't the time for extremes, this wasn't the time for pushing her to her limits... not yet. For now, he had to make her his, he had to confirm the bond he demanded her to follow, he had to show her why she should be his.

With his pants down, he quickly stepped out of them, the growing bulge hidden behind his boxers evident. He hooked his thumbs into the waist of his boxers and quickly shoved them down, stepping out of them and revealing his hard cock. He brought his palm back to her pussy as he leaned over and kissed her lips, rubbing her slit just because he could. He brought his hands away and lifted himself onto the bed, his palms beside her waist as he leaned over her. She had gotten herself wedged between him and the headboard when she had massaged his back, and now it was evident that was where he wanted her. He kept bringing his body more over hers, bringing his throbbing hard cock closer and closer to her moist slit. He stared her right in the eyes, as he brought his hands underneath her legs and began to lift them. He was ready to make her moan, he wanted to throttle her body, he wanted to go as deep as he could into her. He kept lifting up her legs until her body began to fold in on itself, keeping them lifted as he lined up his cock. He would learn to make her beg, but he could not contain himself any longer. With his first thrust, he slid his hard cock deep into her tight pussy, not hesitating or thinking twice about winding up and slamming himself far into her depths again, his piercing green orbs staring down at her the whole time.
 
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