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Please don't make me... [Rawrg & Raziel]

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Product ID Number Four-thousand-ninety-seven was sitting in a crate. There was some straw, and a hole in the top for air. No food. A bottle of water. She was looking up through her air hole, watching for any sign of life or light, but there was nothing. She was, as far as she could tell, in a train car, bumping along to her final destination. She was placed in a car after some time, making her shift around, scraping against the wood. She picked out the splinters as they drove her up the hill, which was amazingly steep.

4097 was a girl who had once been known as Alexandria, after her grandmother. After a war destroyed her home, she was recognized as a young virgin and sold for profit. Since then she had remained a virgin, since apparently you sold for a lot more that way. She had, however, been beaten nearly to death, starved, and left unclothed in a box for the better part of a year. At this point, her spirit was quite broken.

It was a long journey up the mountain. She seemed to be in the back of a pickup, because there was light coming in through her air hole. And water. It was raining. And cold. By the time they got to the final destination, she was quite thoroughly soaked, and shaking due to the freezing weather. Someone picked up her crate and took her inside, into a dim room up a few flights of stairs. After several hours of being moved constantly, she was finally set down. The crate was open and she was allowed into the dim room, standing on weak knees to look around. Everything was so lush... Carpeting, couches, thick arm chairs, and a fire. She pointed at it, and a man dressed gruffly nodded, so she sat on the hearth.

Now in the light, it was easy to see 4097's features. She was maybe seventeen, eighteen, with long red hair. It was curly. Her skin was extraordinarily pale. There were all sorts of bruises and scars over her entire body, including flogging welts and fist-shaped bruises. Her face was a sad one, with big blue eyes that drooped and freckles all over the bridge of her nose and the apples of her cheeks. Her lips were plump and red and shaped into a line. Her breasts were small Cs, her hips slim, stomach desperately concave from starvation. It was clear she could've been very pretty at one point. She shivered even next to the fire, hugging herself for warmth, kneeling as she waited for her new master. She didn't know anything about him at all.

Thunder struck outside. She whimpered and closed her eyes tight, wishing she could run instead of sitting there in nothing but a collar.
 
He had chosen that room for a very important purpose, and as the people walked out of the room, he quickly backhanded the one that was carrying her. "That was very rude, walking around for hours and making me wait while trying to disorient her. Rude and unnecessary." The man that had been carrying her left fast, the door closing behind him, and her new owner slowly walked towards her.

He was a rather tall man, a little taller tan 6 foot, and his stride seemed effortless. His blue eyes shone at her from within a sharp but soft face, framed by his bangs that came to about mid cheek. The rest of his hair reached his shoulders, tied back at the nape of his neck. He wore simple clothes: a white button up shirt, black pants, and a black cape with red velvet on the inside. In his hands was a tray, on it was two plates: one was full of salad and a steak, the other had two syringes.

He went to her, pulling off his cape and putting it around er shoulders, before sitting down in one of the chairs - which were somewhat furry, a slight tease to bare skin - and he placed the tray on the nearby table. "Sit so you can eat." He said softly, gesturing to the nearby chair. "Tell me your name."
 
4097 looked up at him with those big eyes of hers. The cape surprised her. She was half expecting him to try suffocating or strangling her with it. When he wrapped her in it, she blushed a little, pulling it tightly around her thin frame. Even though she was confused, she padded to the chair and sat, staring perplexedly at the food. She got to eat? Really? She had been told that she would starve to death, or be beaten to death. It seemed so odd that someone would show her kindness. She swallowed hard and looked over at him now, still not having touched her food.

"My... name? I, ah..." She stumbled with the question. It had been such a long time since anyone had said her name. "A-a... Alexandria..." She murmured, and looked at the plate again, "My name is Alexandria..." Her voice was soft, musical, and sad. It sounded as though she hadn't used it for a long time. She swallowed again and gingerly picked up the fork, lifting a single leaf of lettuce to her lips. She ate it slowly and swallowed like it was too big to be swallowed. It only took half the salad to make her feel stuffed. She set down the fork again and folded her hands in her lap, looking at the table.

"W-what shall I call you?" She asked him softly, and turned her eyes up towards his. He seemed very warm, in a perplexing sort of way. Like maybe he was fake. She couldn't tell. As she waited for his response, she looked down at the syringes that had been next to her food. Was he going to put that inside her? What would it do? She gulped nervously, feeling anxious all of the sudden.
 
He simply sat there and watched her for a while, listening to her say her name, then as she slowly hate, hardly eating half of what he had given her. She was slow about it as well, as though food was a foreign substance to her. Though he took it in stride. "My name is Raziel." He said softly, watching her as she was curled up in the cape. It was probably a good thing for her, since it was warm and soft on the inside, and the fur of the chair wouldn't bother her.

She asked about the syringes, and he looked at them before turning towards her. "These? They are for immunizations, so you won't get sick. I promise it will only be a little prick, then you'll be completely fine." He stood slowly, picking up one of the syringes moving closer to her, getting rid of the air bubble. It was only a moment before he poked her lightly in the upper arm, and a moment after it was out, empty. He was fast with the second one as well, before sitting down.
 
Alex swallowed. She jumped a little when he pricked her the first time, but for the second she sat very still. It had been beaten into her that obedience was key, and that no matter how she fought, she wouldn't be set free. She was stuck here forever, and she would not enjoy it. That's what she'd been told. She hoped desperately that it wouldn't be that way, but knew that no matter what, she had to obey her master's orders.

"Ah..." Her head felt weird.
 
He smiled as she easily took the pricks, moving to the nearby bookshelf and grabbing a book, then sitting down again. "Just relax right now. If you need me, feel free to speak up and I'll try to accommodate you." He opened the book, starting to read, though he was inconspicuously paying attention to her.

The second syringe was a rather powerful aphrodisiac, one e made himself. It had its own special bonding agent, so it ad to be injected, but it stayed in the person's system for a week, hitting every 12 hours or so. After first injection, it took about a half hour for full effect. It wold take about 10 minutes, but she would feel herself getting warmer, and warmer, until about 20 minutes passed, and she would feel it pool in her womanhood, accompanied by horniness. It would grow for that hour, until she was begging for release. Her hands and anything that wasn't a man or toys would only build it higher, unsatisfying though needed.
 
Alexandria was starting to feel dizzy. It was as though she was sitting right in the flames of the fire. Sweat poured from her flesh and she tried not to let her master see her uncomfortable. As her body grew hotter, she grew restless, shifting about. Eventually she let his cape slide down off her shoulders, feeling herself suffocated by the fabric. It even felt like the chair was making her hotter, but she dared not move. She swallowed hard and fidgeted some, trying not to let her master see. It was so difficult, and she felt as though she might die.

The warmth suddenly hit her full-force in one spot. Her eyes fluttered and went wide and she clamped her thighs together, biting her lower lip, locking her big toes together. She wanted to move her hips, to rub against something, anything... Like an itch you couldn't scratch. Her fingers dug at the cushions of the chair and she tried not to make any noises. The feeling was overwhelming. She didn't know what it was. It was so good, but so... so awful! She couldn't understand what could do that, but there it was.

As the feeling between her legs grew, she peered over at him, then looked away and stifled a little squeak. She felt like she wanted to touch herself. Instinctively, she wanted to thrust her fingers in and out of herself and touch herself in ways that she was not allowed to. But certainly, she couldn't! Not with her master sitting right there. He would surely beat her.
 
He was reading halfheartedly, slowly peering over each page to watch her, soft little movements of agitation, need and lust building inside her. He wanted to pounce on her, the smell of her pheromones filling the room. His fangs were forced to say short. Soon, he couldn't ignore her slight whimpers and movement against the fur couch anymore, and he put the book down, looking over at her.

"Is there something wrong, are you ok?" He had a worried look in his eyes, slowly getting up and walking over to her, kneeling down near the foot of the couch. "Is there anything I can do to help you?"
 
Alexandria turned a very bright, embarrassed pink as he looked at her, in contrast to the heated red before. "N-n-n-n-no, th-th-thank you..." She managed, barely, and bit her lip again. Slaves were to be seen, not heard. They were to--NN! Her thoughts were interrupted by a sudden twinge in her womanhood, begging to be touched. She closed her eyes tightly and curled over it, her hands cupping it gently. "H-hhnnn..." She couldn't help herself. Her fingers slid against her clitoris gently, but the twinges only increased. She whimpered and looked up at him through eyes filled with lust and want.

"I-I feel... Ah!" She was interrupted by another twinge, which seemed to wrack her entire body. She threw herself back against the couch, toes curled, fingers now obviously playing with her clit and slit. "H-hhnnnn...! Master..." She cooed, rolling her head back farther, her legs spread slightly. "Master... w-what's happening t-to me?"
 
He watched her, her thoughts and her body, as he could feel the twinges of lust and need flowing through her like molten lava. He smiled softly at her question, her body thrown back as she was obviously playing with her womanly core. His hand moved, slowly stroking over her leg before spreading them lightly. "I think you may have gone into some sort of heat." He said, bending his head down to her shoulder, slowly kissing up to her neck, lightly teasing the soft skin with light kisses and nips.

His hands were busy themselves. The one that was on her leg found her knee, reassuringly rubbing it lightly before sliding down slowly, finding her inner thigh, then her hand. He gently brushed under it, his fingers being light with their touches. she was wet, and hot, and the smell of her was enough to send a man into euphoria. He was slowly with his ministrations, fingers gently stroking over her lips before lightly spreading them a little more. His fingers easily found her clit, one slowly rubbing it, stroking her little nub. It would only build her up more, but he wanted her in euphoria. His other hand slid up her arm, soon finding the swell of her silken breast, gently cupping it and lightly rubbing, playing. His thumb found her rosy peak, gently rubbing and stroking it, feeling it pebble under his touch.
 
Alex gasped and moaned and bucked her hips as she touched herself. When he spoke, she barely heard it. His hand burnt her flesh she was so hot, but it felt good. His hand running up her thigh, then to her breast... Her mind told her to be scared, but then again, her mind was not currently a factor. She moaned low in her throat when he kissed her neck. The skin there was so sensitive... She couldn't believe how wild it made her... how wild everything was making her.

As he played with her, she grasped his arm with both hands, as though to push him away. She tried at first, but only for a moment, and only due to shock. Almost immediately she relaxed into the touch. It felt so good! But, like how scratching an itch only makes it worse, she grew ever more eager as he touched her. She found herself wanting more and more, especially as he played with her breast... She couldn't help herself! Slowly, her arms snaked around his neck, and she grasped weakly at his shirt.

"H-hhnnn... M-m-master..." She moaned out, softly.
 
Her moans were teasing to his ears, though he let them out, satisfied with the sound. His hands kept the gentle play, but his hand on her breast moved over to the other one, her left one. His lips kissed down her shoulder again, slowly going down her chest, finding her breast and slowly climbing the swell of it. It wasn't long, and soon his tongue flicked against her rosy peak, then his lips wrapped around it, tongue swirling around her soft skin and hard peak.
 
Alex gasped and bucked her hips. Her body was desperate for release. She needed something--needed him. She suddenly pulled his face up to hers, looking deep into his eyes. "Please... please..." She looked so lusty, so desperate. "Please... make it go away... please take me... make me feel good... please..." She was literally begging--would have gotten on her knees if he wasn't on top of her.

She didn't know where all this was coming from. In the back of her head she was afraid of him hurting her, but she didn't say anything--she couldn't help it. She needed release. She needed to be free of this feeling. She pulled at his shirt as she pleaded with him. "Please... please... master... please..."
 
It was those eyes of hers, those soft blue, lusty but sad eyes that stopped him from teasing her further. "Yes, I will help you." He whispered. His hands left her core and breast, wrapping around her, and lifting her up as he stood. But not before he stole a fast, soft kiss. She felt light in his arms, and he led her out of the room, heading down a maze of hallways. He eventually opened a door easily, carrying her into the room.

The room was darker than the last. There was no lights, no windows. Instead, there was many candles along the walls, all lit, making it a hauntingly sensual setting. There were two wardrobes, one locked, the other with clothes for her. Against the opposite wall was the bed, a black canopy bed with black drapes that hid the black and red blankets on it.

He carried her to the bed easily, moving the drapes aside and laying her down facing him. He slowly unbuttoned his shirt, letting her see his toned body, before coming onto the bed, blanketing her body with his, kissing her deeply.
 
The kiss surprised her most. It was her first kiss. When he moved her, she blushed and held onto him weakly, as though he might drop her. She thought he wouldn't and was right. When he set her down, she watched him move. He was so graceful for someone so tall. Like her father... She quieted the tears with lust and accepted his body hungrily, wrapping herself around him again, returning his affectionate kiss as best she could, as a beginner.

Her body was more than willing to have him inside it. The inhibitions had melted away as the aphrodisiac pumped through her blood stream. She was ready to do as he said, completely submitted to his will. She even wanted it, wanted him. She was a different person now than she had ever been, and she liked it. She wanted to stay this way. As he kissed her, her hands went to his chest, feeling the muscles, touching him curiously.
 
She was becoming more open about it, easily turning to the pleasure of it all. He smiled, nipping her lip lightly as his pants just disappeared, leaving him nude and her rubbing against his hard length. He was slow about it, rubbing against her, before moving to sit up. His hand rubbed her clit for a moment, before moving to his large member. He slowly angled it, then slid in, blanketing her again as he moved in, inch by slow inch. He felt her virginity break, taking it slowly so she wouldn't hurt as much. His every thrust was slow, sensual, trying to help her get use to it.
 
Alex leaned her head back, her body arching up against his. It hurt so badly. She was obviously straining, grabbing the sheets, a long groan escaping her lips. She bit the inside of her cheek and began to breathe heavily, trembling against him. After a few minutes, she finally relaxed against the bed again, closing her eyes, still breathing heavily. It still hurt, but not nearly as much as it had at first. She opened her eyes and looked up into his, lips parting.

"I can... t-take it..." She managed, reaching up to put her arms around him. "Please keep going... I can take it..." She was still begging, though there were tears welling up in her eyes. She blinked them away, but more came. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes, pressing her hips up against his.
 
He couldn't stand to see her in pain, that's why he was going so slowly. Her tears pulled at his heart, and she was being brave by telling him he could take it. Her kiss made him though, his hips slowly speeding up, moving more in her, getting her more use to his hard length thrusting in her. He let out a soft moan against her lips, his tongue flicking against them to try to get access.
 
Alex moaned softly in a mixture of pain and pleasure, and let his tongue past her lips, her own parting for him. He was so gentle. She couldn't believe it. As her body grew more used to the motion and it felt less like he was splitting her in two, she relaxed against him. Her moans grew more lusty and excited. She pushed her fingers through his hair, which had fallen out of its ponytail, and shut her eyes tightly, kissing him back. He tasted good.
 
He smiled as he heard her moans coming out, her mouth opening for his tongue. Her hands were moving slowly over him, and he broke the kiss for a moment, nipping her lower lip lightly. His thrusts got faster, though still controlled, making sure he didn't hurt her. He pushed slightly deeper into her silken folds, moaning softly against her lips, holding her tight to him.
 
She moaned weakly as he thrust faster into her. Every one hurt at first, then left a wonderful feeling behind it, like a bittersweet aftertaste. Her mind was completely gone at this point. She was a creature of lust, nothing else, and it showed on her face and in her eyes. The tears slowed and stopped after several minutes and she began to feel good, the pain disappearing. Her moans grew louder, and she called for him in pleasure. "Ahn.. master! Ah... Raziel...!" She moaned and bucked her hips and pressed her fingers against him, feeling his muscles in ecstasy.
 
She was getting more and more use to it, and his thrusts got faster in response. Her cries for him were driving him insane with need, and his lips found hers, catching her cries and moans. Her movements were making his senses go into overdrive, and his lips left her lips for her neck. His teeth gently teased her pulse, feeling the hot blood pulse through her. His fangs grew, and he bit down, his fangs burying in her pulse, hot, sweet blood pooling in his mouth, making him groan as he slowly drank.
 
A surge of pain ran through her--at first--as he bit down. The breaking of skin was the painful part. Once they were in, it felt like heaven. She let out a long, low moan and dug her fingernails into the skin of his back (she didn't mean too, of course, and would have been digging at the sheets instead had she been grabbing those). Her core pulsated and grew warmer around his member, and her fluids ran around him. The reaction only intensified as he kept up his movements, and she continued to moan and buck her hips against his pelvis, begging for more, more, more!
 
He drank slowly, savoring her flavor, his hips speeding up to her demands. He couldn't get enough of her, and he made sure that she knew that from his movements. But soon, his fangs pulled out of her neck, and his tongue flicked across where he had bit, sealing it without a mark. A hand came to his neck, finger turning into a talon and cutting his neck open. His hand went behind her head, slowly pulling it closer, her lips to where he had cut. "Drink." He whispered huskily.
 
Alex choked at first, surprised by the liquid. Her body was growing weak, but she opened her lips and did as she was bade. The taste was bitter, metallic... but not bad. She drank until he let her head go, and then breathed deeply, looking up into his eyes. "Ah... your blood..." She murmured, a hot hand reaching up to touch his flesh. "Does it hurt?" She asked. Her body was still growing hotter, and her head was feeling funny.
 
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