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Slave of desire (Sebastian and LadyHestia)

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LadyHestia

Planetoid
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Nov 20, 2010
The house was large and well decorated, a prefect statement of the power Jillian never new. Her clothes were simple, a plain brown skirt and a teal top. Nothing that was truly fashionable or fancy just plain and simple, like something found in a common department store. Her brown hair was pulled away from her face which ejncouraged the loose curls to cascade down her back.

There was only one purpose for someone of her class to be brought here and it scared her. Even though with the intial fear that was a level of excitement that she was ashamed of. Her hands clenched occassionally at her sides showing how nervous she was. There was no choice on her part, thanks to the rules this society. Her palms were sweaty and her lips dry as she waited for the news of her fate. Was this just someone who would deal with her quick and let her then return to her meger life or was this something else? Both options were equally terrifying to Jillian.

Wiping her palms on her skirt she looked around at the decor trying to sooth her nerves just a bit. Her brown eyes taking in every detail of the show of wealth. This was the proof of power, power that now allowed the upper class to use and own the lower classes.
 
A man of considerable wealth and power Ethan was used to always getting whatever he desired, whenever he wanted. This night he had decided he wanted a pretty little thing to control, humiliate and fuck. Towards that end he had sent some of his henchmen to collect an obedient girl from the lesser part of the city, and to bring her here. He had just received word that she was waiting in the entry room for him.

Ethan was wearing an expensive white suit – people like him had appearances to keep up, even while in the privacy of his own home. His scraggly blonde hair looked unkempt, but it was really styled perfectly. As he entered the entry room a frown formed on his lips as he studied the female that stood there through his blue eyes. She was pretty enough, and looked timid, which is what he wanted, but look at those clothes!

“I hope you don't expect to come into my house wearing those rags.” His voice was deep, and made it clear he expected obedience with every word. “Take them off, and throw them in the bin there.” He nodded to a trash bin that was tucked out of the way to the side.
 
Jillian jumped at the voice and bowed swiftly with common respect for the wealthier man. "I-I, I'm sorry but i didn't-" Jillian stopped short and winced at the order. So this man was quick to act with his demands. Swallowing the lump in her throat she walked over to the trash bin and looked into it. Jillian took a calming breath as she removed her shirt then skirt, then her bra and underwear.

Without the slothes to obscure the view of her body Jillian was a beautiful young woman. Her ass was round and firm, yet looked like it would be soft to the touch. Her legs were toned, as was her abdomen. She was covering her pussy with a hand while the other hand covered her mid sized breast pressing them closer together. Her gaze was on the rich man as she waited and feared the next order.
 
His cold blue eyes watched as the brunette jumped and bowed when he entered, and at his words she apologized, but cut herself short of giving him an excuse. He watched as she obediently walked over to the trash bin, and after taking in a deep breath she began stripping. Ethan watched greedily as she removed her shirt, skirt, bra then panties; all of them bland and ugly. At least they had been hiding a very pretty girl underneath. Once naked she stood timidly, using her arms to cover her most private parts up. While he was happy with what had been brought to him, he looked as if he was displeased with her.

“All of you are dirty little whores.” It was clear that despite the fact that he liked using the girls, he wasn't very fond of their social standing. “You cover yourself, but your not that innocent, are you? How many men other than myself have seen you naked? How many times have you spread your legs? How many cocks have you taken between your lips? When is the last time you properly cleaned yourself?”
 
Jillian's expression was of shock and surprise, her head shaking just a little. The insults were surprising and made Jillian frown but she was neverous about saying anything. Her family was low middle class which meant they didn't have money to over spend on clothes but to ask when she bathed. It was insulting.

"I don't know.... I, I've been ordered to strip in public... Only two men have made me have sex with them." Jillian struttered and stumbled over words flushing from the nature of the questions. She couldn't even answer the one about orally pleasuring a guy it was too embarassing, even if she'd never done it. "I bathed this morning like I do every morning." Jillian said figgeting more and more under the scrutenizing gaze.
 
The girl looked insulted, embarrassed and a little bit angry at Ethan's set of questions, but there really was nothing she could do but answer. She told him that she had been forced to strip in public once, which was disappointing, two men made her have sex with them, which was even more disappointing, she ignored his question about oral sex, then told him that she had bathed that morning, as was usual.

He left the frown on his face as he looked her over. “When I ask a question of you I expect a prompt, honest answer. Two men have fucked you? Use the floor and show me what positions you were in when you were fucked. And stop covering yourself. Your body is mine now, and you will not hide it from me.” Crossing his arms he waited for the girl to display herself as he had commanded.
 
Jillian winced and shifted more at the annoyance in his tone. She shouldn't have looked at him, then maybe he would have been less annoyed. Jillian whimpered softly but lowered herself to the ground.

Her face was so warm and her cheeks as red as rose petals. Her arms moved away from covering herself removign the little bit of dignity she'd been holding onto. Getting on all fours slowly she faced her face and chest to the cold floor leaving her ass high in the air. The cold air rushing against her sensitive exposed private parts, while the cold floor made her nipples tighten and become hard. "Both had m-me like this," Jillian muttered. She started chewing her lip in nervous anticipation. She was so exposed like this and it was terrifying and exciting all at once.
 
Ethan watched as the girl let out a whimper at his tone, before her body moved to the ground. She first went onto all fours before pressing her chest and face against he ground, her ass quite nicely stuck up in the air. He admired the sight; the girl really was quite pretty, and obedient, just what he wanted. Of course, that only meant that he would be making her suffer needlessly.

“Did you wiggle your ass for them? Did you beg them to fuck you like the worthless whore you are?” Ethan walked up behind her lovely form, leaning down to grasp one of her ass cheeks quite roughly. “You still haven't told me how many cocks you've fucked with your mouth. For that you will be punished. ” Going by the fact that she had only been used in this position, he doubted she had used her mouth at all; but he still wanted his questions answered. “You will also be punished for not coming to me pure. Your dirty cunt will bring me little pleasure, but I'm not going to wait for my men to find me a more suitable wrench.” Degrading the girl was all part of the fun.

“Remove my belt, lay it at my feet, then present your ass to me again. Once in position tell me how many lashing you think you should get, and beg me for my forgiveness.”
 
Jillian shivered with the sob she held back. This was worse then before at least they didn't ask her questions or even talk to her. They'd only given a couple orders. "N-no... N-no the other t-two didn't want me to talk." Jillian said her nails curling agains the floor to try and distract her from the embarrassment she felt.

Jillian whimpered with fear as he told her she'd be punished for not answering the question. Yet her eyes widened with fear when told he'd punish her for something she couldn't help. It wasn't her fault some other powerful man forced her to strip down and let him fuck her then demanded she do the same for his friend. She had to blink back the tears as she stood up to follow the new orders.

"No... I-I've never taken a single man with my m-mouth." Jillian looked to the ground her cheeks burning hot. Walking over to Ethan she undid his belt and placed it at his feet. Slowly she then turned around and got back onto the floor the same way she had been. She took a couple of deep breath while she tried to find her voice. "F-Five lashes?.... Pl-please master it w-was all m-my fault. Please f-forgive m-me. Pl-please forgive me." Jillian choked out the plea between shaking breaths and whimpers of fear. She'd seen the way men like him made others beg and prayed this would satisfy him.
 
The brunette replied to Ethan, telling him that the other two men who had fucked her hadn't wanted her to talk. She let out a pretty whimper when he stated that he was going to punish her, but otherwise she made no other sound or action of complaint. Once he'd given her new orders he watched as she stood to obey, her fully nude body exposed completely to him as she came closer to remove his belt. While she removed his belt she told him that she had never taken a man in her mouth. Setting the belt on the ground she then turned around and got back into the same position, her ass quite nicely exposed to him.

After a couple deep breaths she told him she thought five lashes would be enough. She then begged him to forgive her, telling him it was all her fault. As if he didn't already know that. Bending down Ethan picked up his belt and folded it in half. “You'll get fifteen lashes.” Without any hesitation he raised his hand then quickly brought the belt down, slapping it hard against her ass cheek. He repeated the action fourteen more times, spreading the lashings out between her two ass cheeks and her upper thighs.

Ethan finished quickly, and stood, watching the girl as he gave her a few moments to recover. Once he was sure she could at least hear him speak he did so. “Stand up in a position that gives me access to all your private parts. How long has it been since you were last fucked?”
 
Jillian gasped ready to try and beg him not to but the first lash came down. Jillian yelped and clenched her fist so she wouldn't crawl away from the pain. With each lash the pain tore through her like fire over a dry stick. Her skin turned red under each blow and her couldn't help the yelps and cries of pain. She had tensed up so badly by the fourth hit that her muscles ached. Tears flowed down her cheeks as the belt left red welts and sometimes even drew blood. She'd never been beaten before this. By the time the man was done Jillian was whimpering and gasping in pain.

Her body ached and her legs felt very unstable. Jillian heard the orders and whimpered. She doubted that her legs would hold her up, and how could she stand giving him access to everything. as she tried to stand up her legs gave out making her yelp, but with a good level of fear for more punishment Jillian tried again to stand. By the thrid attempt she was standing, but had no idea what he wanted. Chewing her lip Jillian stood with a wider stance facing the man but kept her head lower. Would this be excepted? "Its... I-I believe its been two years or nearly two years." Jillian whispered.
 
Ethan tried to refrain from hitting the girl hard enough to draw blood – that was only a mess he wasn't interested in getting into, but alas, a few drops were spilled as he punished the female. Otherwise the girl responded well to the punishment, her cries of pain filling the entry way with her pain. Hopefully she would learn and he wouldn't need to repeat this process.

After giving her some new orders he heard her pretty whimper, and watched through dark eyes as she struggled to stand. Only on her third attempt was she able to rise before him. She put herself into an ideal position, standing with her legs wider than usual, eyes downcast. It didn't exactly flaunt her body, but he did have access to almost anything he would want from her.

“Two years? Perhaps you will be tight enough to bring me some pleasure. Does this make you happy?” As he spoke Ethan moved forward, positioning himself just in front of her. Without any warning he raised his hand up, his middle finger finding her core and pushing it's way as deep as it could go into her pussy, the rest of her hand cupping between her legs. Despite his words Ethan had been expecting her too be tight, and was happy that her walls stretched around his thin finger.

“You will be punished for taking so long to stand up when I commanded it of you.” He didn't care that she couldn't stand because of her previous punishment. He was not going to allow the girl the chance to get comfortable. “Right now though, I want you to play with your nipples. Make them hard, show me what a little whore you are.”
 
Jillian blushed at the question and knew the answer that was excepted even if it wasn't true. "Yes..." She whispered watching him closely. Jillian gasped and yelped in surprise as his finger suddenly entered her body. Her legs trembled as his finger reached deep within her warm moist pussy. It took all she had not to squirm and arch into the touch, even if it was unwanted. Her eyes shut tightly at the order while her blush spread. Turning her face away from Ethan she lifted her hands.

Slowly she beganto rub circles around her nipples. Then she switched to pinching and then back to rubbing. Slowly working them to be hard nubs under the teasing pleasure. Pleasure that was causing her pussy to become sligthly wet and tremble around Ethan's finger.
 
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