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The Burning Times ((Vivid and Dark_Times))

A grin spread across his face, "Too fast? Moira, if there is one thing you learn from me, let it be that there is only such thing as too slow", he laughed quietly and quickly hopped off the bed and onto the floor. Walking over to a desk with held only a computer and a phone, he turned on the computer and as his fingers danced across the keys, the screen flickered and then a message appeared in small print, and vanished within a few seconds.

"Wonderful, it appears I am on leave for a week, a reward for finding you I guess", he smiled and shut off the computer and walked back towards her, "Try to slow your breathing, its flattering but I don't need my ego bigger than it is".
 
An audible sigh of relief came from her when he jumped off of the bed. Her nerves were completely shot. What was wrong with her? She shouldn’t have been getting so worked up over him. Her brow knit together and she crossed her arms over her chest. Her face was a bright red and she squirmed as she watched him. His news made her face pale. An entire week of having him breathing down her neck and making her worry by teasing her.

She was appalled by his statement and shook out her hair, sticking her nose in the air. What a horrid assumption to have.

“Please, don’t flatter yourself,” she replied. “I wasn’t breathing hard because you turned me on. I was frightened that you would do something to me. My virginity is very special, I’ll have you know, and I don’t wish to give it to you.”

Her grandmother had taught her that sex was not something to be taken lightly. Special magic could be performed with the energy created with the act, too. Her shoulders slumped. He certainly had tempted her. As shameful as it was to admit, she had enjoyed him being so forceful with her.
 
He grinned walked towards her slowly, he had a week off and a very good looking girl to spend it with, he'd be damned before he let this chance escape him easily. "You mean to say that you didn't enjoy that?", he laughed quietly again, "You liked it, you may not want to admit that but I can tell, I've had my share of experiences and its given me a good deal of knowledge in the area".


Good boy Jack, but I have a little mission for you, I'm not done with this world or you, I'll tell you more when she stays loyal without that collar

Jack chuckled, it seemed the spirit wasn't so bad after all, so now all he had to do was get her to be loyal to him.
 
Her eyes shone with the humiliation that he had discovered her ruse. Yes, she did like it, a normal woman would have to be insane not to. But, damn it, she had her morals. It just wasn’t right for a girl to screw the first man that she met. She scowled up at him, determined to make him think different. Moira was set to ignore his orders, up until he used that horrid little collar, that is.

“Oh, please!” she retorted. “You are putting too much stock in your ‘experience’. I would never, ever want to do anything with you. You terrify me! A witch is something you despise. Why would I enjoy a touch from a man who views my race as little more than an animal?”

She wrung her hands together.
 
Teach the girl a lesson Jack, like I taught you

He nodded, "Good idea", he pressed the discharge button on the collar control. The setting was low, but it would still hurt her which was the only way she would learn. He advanced on her while the effects of the collar were still fading and pinned her to the bed. "I have plans for you, and for this way of life, I want something more than this job, than this one room".

As do we all Jack, as do we all
 
Moira’s body went rigid as that tingly pain accosted her body. He was a button happy, sadistic bastard. A pathetic little squeak escaped her lips and, when the shock finally stopped, she slumped over a little bit. Her eyes watered and she looked away from him. He wanted more from life. She could sympathize with that. The witch had wanted much more than this, too. What did she have? No job, no room; just a master. At least he had a little control over his life.

Self pity filled her and she buried her head in her hands. This was a horrid way to live! Perhaps she didn’t want to live at all! The thought of using magic came to her mind but she wiped that clean from her thoughts. Whatever thoughts of suicide she had were quickly squashed. There was another way out. There had to be.

“Why?” she asked. “Why does it have to be me?”
 
His voice changed to that of the spirit, "Because, Moira, you have power he does not, and he has skills that you do not, and with my knowledge, we can all fix this hell hole of a city". Jack shook his head to clear it again, "Yea, what he said". He then turned his attention back to Moira, "As for now, you and I are gonna get to know each other, and trust me, I'm a lot nicer once you get to know me". He smiled and kissed her again, but this time he held it for longer before pulling away.
 
The voice shocked her as did the fact that Jack was so comfortable with that spirit taking over his voice. Moira bit her lip and mulled the words over in her mind. To fix the city. She was a bleeding heart in the truest of senses. If it meant that the city would be saved then she was willing to do it. Witches and regular humans could live together without trying to murder one another.

She turned wide, bright green eyes up to him. She kept them open as he kissed her until the feeling of melting overcame her common sense. Her eyes fluttered close and she pressed her lips back against his. When he pulled away she kept her eyes closed and heaved a sigh before cracking and eyelid open.

“Can’t we do this without the physical contact?” she asked, trying to pretend that she was completely offended by his actions. “I mean, we don’t really NEED to kiss and um… have sexual relations to assist one another.”

Good little slaves did whatever their master’s wanted, she reminded herself. It made her miserable to think that way. He also had that control and Moira knew he had no problem with shocking her to get the response he wanted.
 
"Without it? Oh god no!", he laughed loudly, "Then it's not half as fun", he stepped back and removed his tank top, "I hate wearing that thing, far to tight". He walked from one end of the room to another all the while watching Moira, admiring her even. When he drew level with her again he moved close, but his time he did not kiss her, he instead pulled her up against him and placed a hand on her rear end. "This is one hell of an ass you've got here my dear, shame you have to cover it up".
 
A red tint found its way again to her cheeks when he took off her shirt. She couldn’t stop her eyes from wandering over his well sculpted abs. Moira did not notice the admiring eyes on her figure. Quickly she looked away and licked dry lips. Suddenly she was pulled up from the bed and pressed against the chest and stomach she had been studying seconds before. A powerful hand landed on her bottom and she tilted her head up at him.

“I-I guess you want me to take my clothes off,” she stammered. She shrunk in his arms and found herself looking at the buttons of her dress. they were a darker pink than the rest of the piece of clothing and went all the way down. They easily slipped out of their holes, too. As shaking hand came to the first button. She didn’t want to but she wanted to be shocked even less. With a shuddering sigh she began to undo the dress, only revealing a white bra before she could go on no longer. “I c-can’t.”

The swells of her breasts were pressed together in the confining underwire bra, revealing far deeper cleavage than probably recently thought was there. Her heart was racing and her chest was rising and falling quickly.

“Please don’t shock me again. I just can’t!”
 
He tilted his head slightly at stared at her, "Hmmm, you have my compliments, and it's ok, I'll do the rest for you", he calmly undid the rest of the buttons allowing the dress to fall to the ground. "You may keep your underwear, for now", he smiled and moved back over to the bed, "Join me won't you", he lay on his back again. He was trying to be as nice as he could to her, for now at least. Though with a figure like that, he doubted he'd have much self control left soon.
 
Uncertainty crossed her face as her body was revealed to him. She was slender with lithe limbs and a body that told anyone that she was completely and utterly a woman. Despite being seventeen she had developed a figure and form of a grown female. She watched helplessly as her dressed fell to the ground, leaving her in nothing but her boots and under things.

When he beckoned her over, she kicked off her shoes, and followed. She did as she was told, laying beside him. Her bare skin felt as if it were on fire and the heat only grew when their bodies touched. Moira looked over at him. There were a million questions in her mind but she was too afraid of asking. So, she simply looked at him, her worry reflected in her eyes.

“Um, I guess this is good night. So sleep well and see you in the morning!”

All she wanted to do was close her eyes. Maybe this was all a dream. One that filled her greatest hopes with her grandmother and one that touched on her darkest fantasies.
 
He laughed quietly and gave her ass a squeeze, "Don't think we're sleeping just yet, we ain't even begun". He smiled and kissed her neck as his hand slid lightly up and down her thigh, "I am glad to have found you", his smile grew as he felt himself grow. He could not say he was surprised at his reaction, who in there right might could have a barely clothed, good looking girl in the same bed a them and not get turned on by merely even the though of it.
 
Her entire body tightened. His hand had found her ass again and instead of resting there he gave it a rough squeeze. She whimpered as his lips traced the delicate, swanlike column of her neck. A strange feeling pulled at her insides. It was just below her naval and it caused her to clamp her legs together tightly. The rubbing of her thigh only made that pulling worse and she gasped.

“Please,” she whispered. “Don’t be too rough with me. I am… well, you know.”

It was a pathetic attempt to beg for some sort of mercy and she knew it. The beautiful blonde knew that he wasn’t going to have her a virgin for much longer. Any minute he would likely mount her and have his way. Maybe though she could convince him to be gentle with her this first night.
 
He saw her legs clamp together and smiled, "Ah, so you do enjoy this", he wormed a hand between her thighs and slowly worked his way up towards the source of the warmth. He grinned, and rubbed his fingers against the moist patch in her panties, "What do you think so far? Am I nicer than you thought?", he wasn't planning on being Mr.Niceguy much longer, just until he felt it was time to play with his new slave. Though he wasn't sure he could wait much longer at all, she was perfectly suited to this task, and as he gently rubbed her his free hand undid the clasp on her bra and pulled it off.
 
She squirmed side to side. His fingers worked that moist part of her underwear. Her lips trembled. It felt good. She didn’t want to believe it but it felt so nice to have him touch her there. Without her thinking her body relaxed and her legs opened a little bit. She groaned softly. It wasn’t until she felt the cool air on her breasts did she realize that he had removed her bra. Her breasts bounced as they were released. Her pale pink nipples rose in the air.

“It does feel… better than what I thought it would be,” she admitted. Her hips rocked slightly against his fingers and her breath roughened once more. Moira didn’t completely want to admit that she found it amazing. He already had so much power over her that she didn’t want him to feel that he could completely control her.
 
He began to trace circles around her nipples with his finger, "You want to take these off or shall I?", he was referring to her last shred of clothing, he was still wearing his cargo pants, but of course those were to come off at her request. She had to want it for his plan to work, slowly the need for pleasure would consume her and then he would have the control he needed to remove that collar. He gave one of her nipples a short twist before kissing her again, harder this time.
 
His tracing drove her wild. It was a little tease; like a tickle, only it promised pleasure. Both of them completely hardened under his fingers. As he referred to her panties, she looked away. It was her only piece left covering her womanhood. She didn’t feel comfortable with it yet. Though as soon as he twisted her nipple, that promised pleasure shot through her. His kiss made her groan into his mouth. That pulling was getting more intense. Her hands moved down and she tugged the panties down over her knees and ankles, revealing the small thatch of golden curls between her legs. The smell of her arousal was obvious.
 
His nostrils flared as he caught her scent, he felt himself get stiffer yet again, "My god, you smell wonderful", he rather roughly inserted a finger into her moist clit, after a few seconds of excited movement he removed them again. He curiously licked her juices, "Mmmm taste good too, here try", he held out his fingers for her to taste, and wasting no time he left his hand there for her as he nipped one of her nipples before giving it another twist and then resuming tracing those little circles.
 
She gave a shocked gasp as his finger prodded her moist nether regions. That gasp turned into a low and long moan as the digit moved around and explored her. Her toes pointed as her back arched. The pleasure was amazing. She did not put up any resistance as he asked her to try her own fluids. She wrapped her mouth around the fingers and sucked on them a little. It was a salty, musty taste. He continued to bite, twist, and tease her nipples.

Moira withdrew his fingers and said, “You know, you haven’t removed your pants yet. I feel so exposed.”
 
He was loving her reactions, this was better than he had hoped. When she mentioned his pants he grinned, "Ah I suppose I'm being a bit unfair, and seeing as you've been such a good girl so far, I'll be nice again". He hopped of the bed again and stood facing her as he undid his belt and upon pulling it loose let his pants drop. He smiled at her as he stood there in his boxers, his stiff member obvious against the thin fabric, "You want these off you need to do that yourself".
 
Her eyes widened at the bulge. She knew nothing about the male anatomy below the belt. Well, her grandmother had muttered something about a rod before quickly changing the subject to something different. Though the old woman had no problem in talking about sex in a magical sense but anything beyond that was taboo to her.

She pulled herself to sit up on the bed and reach out. Her fingers twitched as they grabbed the band of the underwear and moved the boxers downwards. She couldn’t believe what she saw as his member popped out. It was heavy looking. She quickly looked up at him before she could assess his size.

“What happens now?” she asked.
 
He chuckled, "You didn't get out much as a kid did you, right well, lets have a little more fun then, get on your knees and suck it, or I could just go right ahead and put it inside you like I did with my fingers". He grinned, this should be good, she was finally obeying him without question, "Keep up the good behavior and ill removed that collar of yours". His plan was working out perfectly. He reached out and cupped her breasts in his hands, massaging them and pinching her nipples until they stood out even more.
 
Moira feared being impaled on that monster still. She didn’t want to be penetrated quite yet. So, instead of asking for that, she slid off of the bed and on to her knees. She was now staring his penis down. Shyly she drew her tongue over the tip, tasting it. A shiver went through her body and she drew it in to her mouth, sucking on it softly. She wasn’t sure what else to do with it though. She looked up at him as she worked him over with her mouth. This felt very strange to her. There was so much she didn’t know. So much that he was teaching her.
 
He let out a low moan and smiled, "Hmm, for a virgin your kinda good at this". He worked his hand into her hair and began to thrust slowly in and out of her mouth. Might as well get warmed up he thought, though he didn't intend to spend long before he got down to having his way with her.
 
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