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The Bounty and her Captor (MasterOfWhispers and Rapedoll)

Helpless as his strong body pinned her legs open.. eyes posing her sweet virgin cunt to his manipulations.. His fingers working to spread the tight little hole open as she felt his fingers filling her first one and then another until he had four fingers in... she felt like his fingers where going to rip her tight little cunt.. the whole time her hips where bucking up and down as he licked and tormented her tiny sensitive clit till it throbbed under his tongue..

Her moans started filling the room as she tried to stop her body from reacting to what he was doing to her... it was no use... a light film of sweat broke out over her body as she thrashed and squirmed under him..

"Oh yes... Pleaseeeee... Ok, Ok .. I'll call you Master," she gasped as she tried to control her rapid breathing.
 
"mm well that's a start..." He teased quietly. One by one he removed each of his fingers, from that now stretched out hole of hers. His eyes turned to amusement at the sight of the amount of nectar her body emitted. His cock was at it's hardest and largest at this point. It's shape well defined, it's size now the envy of every aristcrot and champion everywhere.
"It's not good enough though..." His face grew slightly stern.

From the side table of the bed, he removed a small metal cylinder. Uncapping the container, it revealed a small amount oil. His fingers touched, it was cool and hot at the same time.
"The mistress of the manor certainly knows how to get stuff quite rare...." Gently he applied the oil to her thighs, slowly massaging the sides, and then he moved up to her slit rubbing the outside. With his other hand, he began to pinch the swollen bud that was center her all her pleasure.
"Now." He said quietly, his voice no longer containing the tone of the playful sadism he had earlier. His fingers around her swollen clit grew tighter. "Who is your master." His gaze was intense. His eyes staring at her directly. "And don't you dare cum unless you give an answer. I shall reward you if you do so..... Tell me who is your Master?"
 
"Ohhh" she moaned, after all that pain, now to have this sweet tingling sensation .. she vaguely wondered where the moan came from while she chastised herself. She would not give into this man.. no she could not..
All though she was still a virgin and naive she still had a vague idea of what he was talking about.. cum? cumming? She had never cum before in her life. She didn't even know how to... "Ohhh.. Ohhh" she moaned louder, but this feeling that was moving through her body ... What was it... Her hips jerked and rocked forward as he rubbed the warming lotion on her sensitive little bud.. Her eyes rolled up in her had as she rocked her head back and forth .. her moans filling the room. "OOOHHhhhh" that little bud was throbbing and pulsing.. waves of heat ran through her body as it stiffened her muscles growing tighter and tighter.. her whole body trembled and shook.. what was happening to her.

"Ahh..Ahh.. Ahhh.. owww .. I guess your my Master," she managed to get out between panting breaths
 
His expression went even colder. "Oh You guess I'm your master... As that right?" There was a pause,and then he stopped abupty removing his fingers from the red heads pussy. He's almost there. He could sense it. He almost has her bent to his will. However, there was still a little bit more to work. From the metal table, he removed a wooden paddle.
"It seems you are unsure about your stance with me. It appears..." He continued his voice rising in irritation and fewer. "That you need to be reminded.

With the small wooden paddle, he began to stroke around kayla's Thighs, tracing them in smooth circles. He then used the edge of the panel to tease her slit.
"You see I wonder. With your pussy this wet, I wonder which will you feel more pain and pleasure." Finishing that sentance, he proceeded into slapping her virgin's slaves pussy. Going back and and forehead. Though his face was a facade of coldness, deep within his blood he was enjoying every bit of it.

"Your mind decisive now my innocent whore?"
 
As soon as he moved she gasped. Was it a gasp of relief or frustration? She clasped her thighs tightly together slightly rolling to the side trying to stop the sensation that still burned between her legs. Her face was flushed, her heart pounding like a rabbit. She watched him as he picked up the wooden paddle and brought it back to the bed. She didn't have to wonder to long what he was going to do with it before he forced her to spread her legs once again.

Her body bounced and shook.. a loud wet smacking sound mixed with her scream filled the room. But the scream seemed mixed with another sound perhaps a moan at the same time. Trembling as he rubbed and smacked her wet pussy.. it seemed to be growing wetter with each smack.. she squeezed her eyes shut her head rocking from side to side as her moans echoed throughout the room.
 
"You love that don't you, you little whore.." Marcus whispered in her ears. One smack two smacks. Oh so many slaps. The sound of the paddle against the wet womanhood of his new found slave was like music to his ears. She a fruit almost ripe. The bounty hunter was ready to take her for his own. Just the right push.
"Answer the question again. Who is you Master. None of this guest bullshit you slut. Who is your fucking master." He flipped the paddle to it's handle, and slowly began to tease the wet mess that was her pussy.

Slowly he entered it in. Letting her walls get used to it.
"I can guarantee you a dick feels a whole lot better"
 
"No, No, No," she said shaking her head back and forth... then another slap against her wet pussy rang out ... her body arched up and she let out a loud scream, " Yes, Yes... ok You are my Master" .. she finally blurted out between her cries as he smacked and teased her wet pussy.

"owwww" she made a soft sound as she sucked in her breath feeling him push the paddle inside her still to small pussy... forcing the walls of her tightly closed cunt to open and accept the wooden paddle he was using to fuck his little slave with.
 
He enjoyed it. The little squirms the red head was making. Her every spasm reacting to the thrust of his paddle. An image of her cunt being expanded due to his motions played out like a cheesy play he saw at theatre for aristocrats. However the high light of this moment came when she uttered those beautiful words. Words he considered a mile stone in this little session with him.

"Yes, Yes ok. You are my Master."

"Good girl." His hands gripped the flat part of the paddle handle that wasn't in side her pussy, and her began to shove in and out taking delight in thrust. The mahogany wood was at this point sawed. Marcus' own wood at this point ready to violate and take the girls virginity once and for all.

He pulled out the handle of the paddle, looking at it carefully. It's appearance blessed with the juices of this virgin slave. With a flick of a tongue he tasted his victims juices.
"mmm" The hunter said. " Looks like your are now ripe for the taking my innocent whore." Slowly, he began undoing the rest of his clothes, first his tunic revealing a well hardened well muscled warrior. The little light that was in the room did wonders to enhance of the muscles this warrior had. Muscles which he has spent life times developing. Then came the pants. Once undone, it revealed a cock as thick as the mountains of the north and as long as the daggers of forged by some of the most skilled black smith.

He began teasing her, his cock poking at her entrance. His hands gripped her arms pinning them on top of her. He used his other hand to stretch her legs wide.
"Say it again... Call me your master again!" He bellowed, his cock slowly impaling the young virgins walls.
 
Her face was flushed and glowed a rosy pink .. Each thrust of the paddle inside her virgin walls created another gasp from her as her face contorted in pain.. A slight film of sweat covered her smooth sexy body, making the light from the candle dance off her curves with each rock of her hips.

"I am not a whore!" she hissed at him when he finally took the paddle out of her pussy and started undressing in front of her.

Before she even had a chance to try to scamper away he was on top of her .. pressing his huge cock against her already tender opening... Struggling with all her might... She didn't what this... She didn't what to belong to this man and she certainly didn't want to be taken by him. Unable to resist him, unable to fight him off .. breathing hard, her heart pounding like a frightened rabbit.
"Masterrrrrrrrrrr" she finally hissed at him. "There you satisfied now?"
As so as she said it.. her eyes squeezed shut, throwing her head back she began to scream as his huge cock started forcing itself into her tight little pussy.
 
Finally, it was in. The walls of her pussy were squeezing this man's cock like a vice. His one hand grabbed her throat as he began gyrating his hips forward. THe red heads screams were like music to his ears. Her fear and heart beats were like an aphrodisiac to his soul. Truly this was prey were fucking. Part of him wondered how much pleasure she would derive once her tiny womahood would get acclimated to this man's cock.

"More then you know..." The newly christened master Marcus breathed, as he picked up the pace of his hips. After a few squeezes on her throat, his hand began to move down to her nipples pinching them and encircling them.
 
Her crystal blue eyes where wide and frightened, feeling his tight grip around her neck.. Her body jolted and rocked to the thrust of his hips.. For a moment she couldn't breath.. then his hand loosened and moved down her breasts. Her nipples became like hard little pebbles as his fingers worked her nipples between his fingers.
She squeezed her eyes shut .. tears burning behind her eye lids.. One hot tear slipped from between her closed eyes and ran down her cheeks..

His cock felt like a stiff spear as it stabbed deep inside her again and again.. forcing the tight walls of her pussy to stretch and wrap around his man hood.. How his huge cock could fit into such a tiny hole was a wonder in itself. Each thrust would knock the wind out of her as she made tiny yelping noises when his cock hit deep inside her, at times the thrusts where so hard she felt like his cock was going to rip through her soft petite body.
 
Tight so tight. But soon Marcus felt it. How her petit pussy would slowly expand as he kept going faster and faster. Harder and harder. He was close so lose at this point. He was sweating. He has never had any girl as tight as Kayla before and he was enjoying every minute of it. The moment he came close to cumming he slowed down. Eventually stopping.

"Not yet... I want fuck you in every way possible..."

He flipped her to the side, laying right by he this time. Side by side he re-adjusted his cock and just as he did before he thrusted. His sword impaling her inner regiions. Her pussy lips ever bit of his delight. His hands though began doing more then holding her in her place. His right hand reached down to her clit, and slowly as be thrusted forward, he pinched and twisted that little bud of hers....

Again. He was close to releasing his white cream. BUt not yet. He stopped the moment his cock was about the ejaculate, and he flipped her over this time on her stomach. He got on top of her, the slowly he tipped his cock in his ass. Now was the time. For one final time this night he stabbed her with his blade. HIs cock properlling forward with the force of a hundred horses. Both his hands gripped her breasts pinching hard at her rock hard nipples, until finally it happened.

"FUUUUUCK SHIT!!! Well my little doll. You tainted and mine forever until I grow bored of you.."

Marcus' released his hot white seed into her pussy, and as he pulled out he released some on to her bare back. The deed was done. And the first phase of taming the now not so innocent whore. Was over. In the back of his mind there was more to come. For now though, He collapsed by her side, and held her gently like he was an overgrown man boy clutching on to his most precious of toys...

"Say it agiain..." He whispered into her ears..." Say my title.. The word which starts with M.."
 
By the time Marcus had finished he had used and defiled her in more ways then she would have ever imagined possible.. Her body was tender and sore from him fucking her over and over again.. Her pussy when only a few hours before was still a virgin was red and raw..

Now as Marcus hovered over top of her she curled up into a fetal position .. Her stomach hurt feeling as if it had just been pulled out of her body ... through her cunt.. Her face was covered with streaks from where the tears had dried on her face.. Her eyes red and puffy from all her crying, her voice not much more then a whisper no because her throat was raw from all the screaming she had been doing... She closed her eyes ... body still shaking, partly from the pain and the other part from the shock of what just happened..

She almost didn't hear him talking to her ... Slowly opening her eyes she saw his face.. She winced and closed her eyes quickly not wanting to see those eyes and whispered the words he wanted to hear, "Master"
 
He smiled. Just a whisper. But a little bit more willing this time. He'll have to change that with time. After all, she was just raw material, raw mold at the moment. He had yet to finish refining her for his whims.
"That's my girl" He responded. "Now be a good girl and wait there.."

At the center of the room, he stead over to on of the nearest tool boxes. From one box he began to remove a variety of rods, and at the end of those rods was a hollow circular opening at the end. As if their was something to be inserted there...
"Now to make you my property..."

From the tool box, he removed objects. Steel objects that were in the shape of letters. A letter P and a letter M, were among them. He walked over to his new doll, sitting next to her, and attaching one of the letters on the rod.
"Stick your ass up in the air my pet. Do it now?" He commanded.
 
She watched him move across the room.. a curious look on her face as he pulled out the small rod. She didn't say anything.. but her eyes looked huge and frightened as he moved back over to the bed.

but instead of doing as he asked and rolling over she kept looking at him .. her innocents still very evident in her crystal blue eyes.
"What... What are you going to do with that?" she asked.
 
He had grinned his mysterious grin. But it was only for a moment. Then his expression turned stern.
"Don't ask questions of your new master.." He muttered back. Then before he moved the rod, his hands drew back and stroke her face with the force of a sword swing. "One of my new rules you'll be getting to know soon. Always obey my word. Regardless of what you may think."

Forcibly he turned her over, and with some nylon rope he binded her legs. After finishing it. He bent her over, her ass sticking up in the air. The stage was set. With the iron rod, he finished attaching a single steel letter. P.
"Since your new to my reign I'll make a concession. I want every guard here every noble every peasant to know who you belong to." He stuck the iron rod placed the iron letters over to the nearest torch. After a few moments a the steel P became a fiery and red.

Gently, he pushed the Fiery P against the delicate flesh of Kayla's ass.A sound of burning and smelt of slightly seared flesh began to roam the air.
 
She squealed and screamed so loud the probably could hear her in the village a good mile away... blinding white pain sizzled through her body.. her once unblemished skin now supporting a small letter P on her ass... The wound looked red and blistered that would soon leave a scare that would show all who seen it to know who the young girl belonged to.
 
"Oh I do love your screams." The hunter muttered back, his voice hinting a slight amusement in her plight. Of course he didn't stop there. He wanted those four words etched into her ass. Not just a simple letter P. And so he continued. Undoing the letter, he inserted in R. Then heated that one up. Again the sound searing flesh, and right next to that tiny P, the letter R. The process went on like that letter after letter. Marcus wondered how much strength she'd have left after this.

"A property" Marcus mused, as the blood red spelling of the first word was complete. Property was spelled. "How about a drink first. You've been such a good girl. Let me get something to ease the pain." He walked over to the door, calling the guards.
"Oi Guard you there? Get me a jug of your finest wine, also two goblets. Have a maid fetch them..."

The maid arrived not to long afterwards. With a steel cart and two steel goblets of wine. She waited patiently for the Master to dismiss him.
"Here drink up it'll ease pain." Marcus whispered into her ear. Pushing the goblet of wine into her mouth....
 
She watched his eyes as they lit up. The man was obviously taking enjoyment on her suffering. Suffering that he was causing. Her eyes where burning with daggers as she looked at him. Before when she had killed the other man it was an accident, but as soon as she had the chance she would kill this one too but this time it wouldn't be no accident.

She knew right now she needed to play his little game. But eventually he would have to let his guard down. She had no choice but to be patient and wait.. and suffer through his tortures. She would remember every bit of it.. every scream would someday be his. This she promised herself even as she sat up and took the wine goblet from his hand and drank.
 
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