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Story title : Freedom? Denied!
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Freedom? Denied! - 1 (m/f, m/beast, nc, v, ped, bd)
by Jonnerz (jonnerz@bdps.net)
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A young man wanders into a massive castle like mansion
only to find himself enslaved by its inhabitants and
forced to submit. Frustrated with his new life, he finds
peace in a young girl and a canine companion.
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Story Pre-View: One could have sworn she was a Goddess,
her beauty and elegance far surpassed that of anything
within the known world. She wore an extremely tight,
strapless, red leather dress, low cut and exposing the
tender, pale white cleavage of a well-endowed chest.
Raven black locks of straight, glimmering hair poured
from her head to sway gently over each shoulder,
cascading down her back in waves, the tips a bright
white and brushing over the curve of her well defined
and shaped ass.
Around her waist she wore a loosely tied, dark purple
silk belt like cloth, which dangled downwards to cover
the majority of her front and thighs, A split running up
the left side of the ankle long dress, reaching her
hips, exposing the milky white flesh of her well shaped
legs.
Disclaimer: This story contains subjects of an adult
nature. It involves or will involve D&S, bestiality,
shemale sex, watersports, pedophilia, torture and
bestiality. If these topics offend you, please do not
read any further.
This story carries absolutely no resemblance to real
life and is not meant to endorse such actions. This
story is merely for the enjoyment of the reader. Feel
free to distribute this story freely as long as it is
left in its entirety. If you have any comments,
questions, or requests, by all means feel free to e-mail
them to me.
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Every End Has a New Beginning :: Chapter I ::
Either the young man did not realize the enormity of the
situation he was in, or he was way to over confident as
he danced around his opponent like a child hood friend
in a game of Good and Evil. His opponent was a massive
creature, obviously bread for destruction, its hulking
form standing nearly twice as tall as the young man, and
twice as thick. It's arms and legs were of massive,
heavily muscled proportions, each hand, more then
likely, large enough to enclose the young man's head
within a palm.
The creature was just that, a creature, its race and
origin unknown, something daemonic, yet not. Its flesh
was hairless and carried a soft maroonish tint, eyes of
the most dazzling blood red, flaming brightly with its
rage. Its maw was humanoid, as was it's face, yet its
jet black hair seemed to writhe as if alive, swirling
about it's head fiercely, almost as if it was fueled by
it's rage. Each massive finger and toe, ending in a
sharply pointed talon, seemed to be an endless wave of
motion and sound, constantly tapping nail against nail,
or toe against the cold stone floor below. Tick...
tick... echoing ominously all around. And yet, the young
man continued to dance around the creature, taunting and
laughing, waving his short sword around like a baton.
Golden locks of shoulder length and slightly curled hair
bounced around behind him, his voice a soft baritone,
adding to the assumption that he was fairly young.
"'C'mon ya big buffoon, you ain't got nothing on me!" He
himself would have been considered a big man, but next
to the creature he was nothing more then the child he
was.
The young man may have been well built and with looks to
make any woman woo, but he was still only seventeen,
still inept in the ways of life, and obviously, a fool
in this instance. It didn't take long before the massive
creature grew tired of the games, a massive hand
striking out for the young man's head with unbelievable
speeds, nothing more then a blur to the human senses.
The young man barely had time to lift his sword to
deflect the blow, which, as any seasoned fighter would
know, was a grave mistake. He knew little about the
creature, the way it worked, the way it fought, or even
if it was what it appeared to be. The creature's massive
fingers curled around the blade of the short sword and
yanked it from the young man's hands, as if his grip was
that of a two year old.
Oddly enough, the sword didn't sever the flesh, nor did
it scratch the surface, quite the opposite of what one
would expect, the blade seemed to have sunken within its
palm, which quickly closed around it, as if the creature
could manipulate the physical aspects of it's form
within the blink of an eye.
Lunging, the creature quickly took hold of the young man
within both hands, talons dangerously close to severing
the flesh at belly and back, it's solid black tongue
snaking free from within the depths of it's maw to snake
out over the young man's cheek, though large enough to
nearly cover his entire face, glistening with saliva,
which dripped from it's tongue onto the young man's
chest, rapidly soaked up by the plain brown tunic he
wore.
The young man kicked and squirmed with all he had, fists
pounding against the creature's chest and face, which
merely let out a deep raspy chuckle as if it tickled.
Just as the creature had begun to squeeze, and the young
man had begun to cry out in agony, a strikingly
beautiful, feminine voice called out softly from within
an open doorway just down the hall. "Enough" it seemed
to purr. The creature's grasp instantly loosening, the
young man falling to the ground with a stifled grunt.
One could have sworn she was a Goddess, her beauty and
elegance far surpassed that of anything within the known
world. She wore an extremely tight, strapless, red
leather dress, low cut and exposing the tender, pale
white cleavage of a well-endowed chest. Raven black
locks of straight, glimmering hair poured from her head
to sway gently over each shoulder, cascading down her
back in waves, the tips a bright white and brushing over
the curve of her well defined and shaped ass. Around her
waist she wore a loosely tied, dark purple silk belt
like cloth, which dangled downwards to cover the
majority of her front and thighs, A split running up the
left side of the ankle long dress, reaching her hips,
exposing the milky white flesh of her well shaped legs.
Purring softly as she approached the creature, a long
fingered hand lifted to rest on the massive forearm of
it's right arm, the creature seeming to coo back gently
as it slumped to it's haunches to sit at her side, long
red nails tapping gingerly upon it's flesh. "I see you
have met Bar'tok" she purred softly, rolling the 'r' in
the creature's name. "He's such a wonderful creature..
don't you agree?" Red, pouty lips formed into a smirk,
sparkling blue eyes locking upon the form of the young
man still upon the floor, cradling his midsection.
Scowling softly the young man shakes his head before
laboring to his feet, still unable to shake the feeling
of having been crushed, his insides aching. "You call
that a meeting?
Geeze lady... you need to teach that thing some
manners!" The young man's face was quickly becoming red
with rage, his eyes seeking out his misplaced sword.
"Return my sword to me and I'll be on my way."
Smiling she tilted her head slightly, raven locks
pooling about the right side of her pale face, plush
lips forming into a pout. "Aww... did we hurt his pride?
Poor boy." Her voice was taunting and down right
insulting. "First off child, I am Mistress Sharra... NOT
lady... secondly... you are my new prize... you go
nowhere unless I say otherwise. Fight me... and your
life will become misery at it's best!" Her voice went
cold quickly, sending a shiver down the young man's
spine.
Flinching slightly he swallowed, brows narrowing before
he took a quick glance at the massive creature, which
simply grinned it's toothy grin at the young man. Okay
great! he thought. I've got a psycho woman who thinks
she can claim rights to me and a daemon I can't even
begin to fight equally. Shaking his head, still clasping
his mid-section, he smirks. "I'm nobodies property...
lady... if you want me, come get me!" Turning, he breaks
into a run, barreling down the hallway at break-neck
speeds, golden hair flowing out behind him.
Shaking her head, Sharra sighs, her tongue escaping the
confines of her mouth to run over her lower lip before
she gestures towards the fleeing man glancing down
towards the massive creature Bar'tok. "Go" she whispered
starting to walk down the hall at a casual pace, hips
swaying seductively as her arms crossed in front of her
abdomen.
Rising from its haunches, the massive creature took to a
casual jog, heavily corded, long legs carrying him
quickly after the fleeing man. Reaching out a massive
hand, he wraps strong thick digits around his neck
lifting him from the ground with a snicker, it's gruff
daemonic voice ringing out in a snake like hiss.
"Mistress set terms, you no choice now."
Pinning the man against the wall face first, holding him
nearly three feet from the ground he looks to Sharra
with a grin. "Can Bar'tok play now?" it hissed again,
it's long, black snake like tongue slithering from the
depths of it's mouth to run over the back of the young
man's neck and flick over his ear.
"Gods help me" The young man murmured as the creatures
tongue flicked over his ear, Sharra just now reaching
them, her voice a gentle purr as she moved up behind the
creature, placing a small hand upon it's lower back.
"Not yet my pet, but soon... let us return home."
Continuing on down the hall, the creature follows, the
young man's arms pinned behind him, feet still dangling
from the floor. "The Gods can do nothing for you now
child, you are mine, and in time you will be begging me
for attention and love like all the rest."
=---=
Approximately thirty minutes later, they arrived before
a pair of massive wooden doors, a pad lock as large as
an average mans head securing it shut, two massive black
rottweilers lounging at either side of the door, the
animals quickly perking to attention as their Mistress
approached, a soft whine escaping the throats of both as
they rose to a sitting position, their gaze looking over
their Mistress' new capture with a conserved, cautious
demeanor, their intelligence seeming to be beyond that
of what one would expect from a dog.
Moving in front of Bar'tok, still easily holding the now
still young warrior, a hand lowers to gently scratch
behind the ears of one of the dogs, the other passing
over the massive lock which literally vanishes beneath
her touch, both doors swinging inwards to reveal a
large, nearly vacant chamber, a massive fire place,
flames dancing exotically, the only source of light
within.
Sliding quietly over the floor, Sharra seats herself
comfortably upon a large red velvet couch, both rots
following to join her on the couch, one laying at either
side of her form, a head resting on either thigh as she
curled her feet beneath her. Smiling up at the young man
as Bar'tok brings him in, a hand goes to either head of
the large dogs, gently scratching each behind the ears.
"Welcome to your new home." she purrs softly as the
creature stops before her, facing her so the young man
would have no choice but to gaze upon her. "Tell me your
name child." She purred out to him.
The young man inhaled deeply, his mind racing. There was
no way he'd get out of this, that creature was fifty
times the opponent he was and she had already displayed
some magic abilities. Sighing, an elongated release of
air he murmurs softly "Dalton" before falling silent his
gaze upon the floor at his feet. Gesturing with a hand,
signaling the massive creature to release him, Bar'tok
drops the young man to the floor, who collapses in a
heap as he attempts to regain some circulation in his
numb arms. Having gone through this several times
previously, Bar'tok bends and forces the man to stand, a
massive hand curled around either bicep, holding him
firmly in place.
Rising from her perch upon the couch, Sharra steps
towards the man with a slow stride, each dog
accompanying her, one at either side. Raising a hand to
lightly brush golden locks back from Dalton's face she
smiles seductively before grazing a long nailed finger
down his cheek.
"We're going to have all kinds of fun child, that is if
you do not fight me, then it will only be I having the
fun, yourself lost in pain and misery."
Her finger trailed over his lips and chin before
trailing down his chest, his tunic seeming to fade away
as her hand passed, leaving his well defined muscled
chest exposed to her gaze, drinking him in. Her finger
continued to trail downwards, clothing disappearing as
it went before her hand pauses at his groin, gently
squeezing the package in-between his legs, pants
continuing to fade, boots soon following leaving Dalton
standing there before her completely nude.
Shivering beneath her touch, Dalton merely murmurs
gently in compliance "I'll not fight you... Mistress."
the last word sending a shiver down his spine.
Bar'tok released his grasp stepping back a bit at the
same time Sharra did, her gaze once again drinking in
Dalton's beautiful, heavily muscled form, lingering on
the limp cock hanging between his legs and enshrouded in
a tuft of blond hair, large even when soft.
"Now you may play Bar'tok," she whispered as she turned
and headed back towards the couch, once again sinking
within the cushions, both of the rots taking up their
positions at either side, all three seeming to watch
intently as Bar'tok circled the young warrior, massive
hands untying the loin cloth about it's waist and
dropping it to the floor.
Grinning Bar'tok ran a massive finger gently over his
slightly hard daemonic cock, it's member beyond massive,
even in it's semi-hard state, reaching nearly eight
inches and five inches around. It was nothing like
human, small ridges and bumps covering it's entire
length, it's tip ending in a soft fleshy point, much
like that of a dogs, the entire thing blacker than
pitch, the color fading to a maroonish tint towards the
base where it met the flesh of it's abdomen. Bar'tok was
hairless, massive balls hanging heavy and full, the
creature starved of sexual satisfaction as part of a
game Mistress Sharra enjoyed.
Cooing to the young man, as only a daemon could, it's
lips curve into a fiendish grin as Dalton's eyes widen.
He couldn't stand to obey any longer, this woman was
mad, he would be toy to no one. Now free of the massive
creatures grasp, Dalton moved fast, a quick, sharp
roundhouse to the creature's head, followed by a foot to
its groin. Bar'Tok dropping to it's knees with an ear
piercing roar. With a laugh, Dalton bolted for the door,
calling back. "The bigger they are, the harder they
fall!"
He didn't get far before the large doors slammed shut,
both of the massive rots leaping from their perch upon
the couch, snarling and barking in pursuit of the young
man. One went low, it's jaws clamping around his right
ankle, the other leaping to close it's maw about the
back of his neck, toppling him to the floor without a
moments notice. Struggling only briefly, Dalton hissed
in pain as the larger dogs teeth cut the flesh of his
neck, squeezing slightly harder in warning, blood
trickling from the minor wounds made by it's fang like
canine teeth.
Sharra's voice sounded softly in an amused laugh,
shaking her head at the still downed Bar'Tok, massive
hands grasping its throbbing and now soft member. "Tsk
tsk." She began as she rose majestically from the couch,
a slight flicker of her wrists summoning forth four,
glistening black tentacles, born from the wall and
controlled with her thoughts. Wrapping about each ankle
and wrist, the dogs withdrew, taking their place at
their Mistress's side, as the tentacles slammed the
young man's back to the wall, lifting him nearly a foot
from the floor, spread-eagled.
Taking her time in approaching the writhing, cursing
man, her head tilted to the right, raven locks of hair
falling to partially veil the right side of her face,
plush, pouty lips forming into a smirk.
"Awe." She began, her voice cooing to him. "Does the big
man not like Bar'Tok's nummy cocky wocky?" She snickered
before trailing a long nailed finger along his jaw line,
her head straightening. Sharra watched him intently, as
if expecting an answer to her question. When none came
her hand drew back to deliver a mind numbing slap to his
cheek. "Answer me!" She bellowed before her hand lowered
to take hold of and squeeze his package painfully.
Spitting in her face he sneers. "Go to hell you filthy
bitch!" He returned, his voice full of spite and hate as
he tried to block out the pain of her increasingly
painful grip. With a cry of pain, she tugged outwards,
both sack and member painfully yanked upon. "No! No I
don't!" he cried trying to appease her simply to get her
hands off of him.
Wiping the spit from her face she smiles, her voice
having gone soft and calming yet again.
"That's a shame, unfortunately for you, in time, you
will come to worship Bar'Tok's cock." Turning on a heel,
she slowly returns to the couch, sinking within the
cushions and crossing her legs, long slender digits
resting within her lap. "Perhaps you'd prefer something
different then?" It wasn't really a question, this much
he knew. "Bar'Tok" She began as he finally came to his
feet. "Retrieve Leah from her chambers, tell her
Mistress demands her presence immediately."
=---=
Leaha was a small little thing, not much older than
eleven, bright blue eyes, vibrant, wavy brown hair, and
a body which was just beginning to develop. Sharra had
captured her when she was but six, she had wandered away
from her family and their merchant caravan and into
Sharra's castle-like mansion. Being young, Leaha was
easily susceptible to Sharra's deviant ways, quickly
learning of what it meant to be a slave, how to cook,
clean and pleasure. Over time, she had grown quite fond
of Bar'tok, her small, slightly pudgy face lighting up
as the massive creature stepped within her chambers.
Hoping down from the bed, her tiny, bare feet thudded
noisily as she ran across the polished wooden floor
towards the creature, small arms wrapping about a leg in
a loving caress.
"Bar'Tok!" She squealed in delight, looking up towards
the creature's face. "Have you come to play?" She asked
innocently, referring to hers and the creature's sexual
games they so often played. To her, it was all a game, a
game she had come to love, often times playing with
herself in the dark, yearning for more of their games.
"No, Mistress wants you...she got a new toy." Bar'Tok
grinned down to the child, a large hand ruffling her
hair. Turning, he moved off down the hall, Leaha still
clutching his leg, her tiny feet atop his much larger
one, simply along for the ride.
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Dalton's chest heaved in a deep, guttural sigh, the
sound wafting through the room. He had previously been
staring at Mistress Sharra sitting upon the couch, one
hand atop the head of each large rottweiler, lightly
scratching. She simply smiled and waited, ignoring his
hate filled looks. They all learned to love her in time,
as would he. Shifting his gaze as the large, double
doors slid open, his eyes widen in a mix of horror and
surprise. Riding upon that foul creature's leg was a
small girl, her attire far from appropriate for one her
age.
As Bar'Tok pauses in the doorway, Leaha hopped from his
leg to elegantly, and gracefully stride towards her
Mistress, taking sidelong glances at the strikingly
attractive nude man, her hips taking up a slight,
seductive sway. She had been taught well, and with the
snow white, transparent dress she wore, she knew, even
though she was young, just about any man, woman, or
creature would desire her.
Pausing before her Mistress, her back to the man pinned
to the wall, she slides to her knees, her head lowering
to touch the floor, purposely giving Dalton a wonderful
view of her pert ass and the hairless slit which lay
just beneath. The small, tight dress barely reached the
bottom of those wonderful cheeks and Dalton, of course,
began to grow hard all over again, unable to help his
slightly more carnal instincts. In a way, he was
disgusted, yet in another he was excited. How could one
allow themselves to become aroused over one so young,
yet, in the same regard, she was absolutely beautiful,
enticing, and alluring.
"Leaha," Sharra began with a smile, the girl rising to
sit upon her heels. "This is Dalton." She gestured with
a hand behind the girl, Leaha turning to face him, her
bright blue eyes scanning over him slowly. "He was
caught trespassing within the Mansion, therefore, I have
claimed him as my new toy. I think he's afraid of
Bar'Tok...perhaps, maybe, you can give him a taste of
what sort of games we play?"
Leaha nods softly as she rises turning to face the man
pinned spread eagled to the wall by the slick black
tentacles. Smiling her tongue extends to run along her
upper lip seductively as her hands rise up her sides,
abdomen and chest. Pausing to tweak the surprisingly
large, one-inch nipples on her mound less chest her hips
begin to sway slowly in an alluring dance-like motion.
Dalton's eyes locked upon her almost instantly, taking
in every little movement and touch, his well-endowed
member rock hard and throbbing for this eleven-year-old
child. Mistress Sharra eyed his reactions closely with a
knowing smile. Every man craved the innocence of a
virgin, she just happened to have one, and a skilled one
at that.
"Does Mr. Dalton like what he sees in this girl?" Leaha
purred softly as she stepped closer to him. Curling her
fingers beneath the hem of her see-through slip she
slowly pulls it up over her head before reaching
forwards to hang it from the tip of Dalton's raging
cock. "This girl thinks so." Giggling she places a
finger tip on the head of his cock forcing it downward,
giggling more still when it sprung back up, the slip
flying off to drift to the floor.
Stepping back a bit she tilts her head, wavy brown hair
cascading down the side of her near perfect face, pouty
lips forming into a grin as her legs spread slightly.
Gliding a hand down her chest it slips between her legs
to cup the hairless mound, which lay between them,
gently rubbing over her virgin slit.
"This girl is horny Mr. Dalton. Her pussy is on fire.
Her pussy craves that big cock Mr. Dalton." She spoke in
a breathy seductive tone as her middle finger slid
between the lips of her hairless slit, sliding up and
down between the puffy lips. Gasping and whimpering
occasionally, she slides forwards, bending slightly to
kiss the head of Dalton's cock. Sharra and Bar'Tok
simply watched, Bar'Tok's massive cock at attention and
dripping, the smaller of the two rottweilers, female,
sniffing and licking sporadically at the daemon's cock.
Dalton gritted his teeth and grunted, his veined cock
throbbing. He couldn't believe that this little girl was
doing such things, what was even worse, he couldn't
believe he was enjoying it so much. The kiss was too
much, the sheer eroticism of this forbidden act combined
with her teasing touches drove him over the edge.
His entire body went tense, muscles tightening all over
as he trembled, thick, hot white semen erupting from the
tender pink head of his tool like lava spewing forth
from an agitated volcano. Spurt after spurt splattered
on the little girls face and Mistress Sharra simply
smiled.
Leaha's eyes widened at how quickly the man came, she
had only just begun. Snapping her eyes shut quickly as a
massive glob of the white slime like substance blasted
her between the eyes, running down her nose in a thick
stream, she spread her lips. Taking the first few inches
of Dalton's cock within her steamy tight little mouth,
she suckled drop after drop of the man's cum from his
wonderfully thick tool, her tongue like silk.
Dalton's cock slid from her mouth with a faint pop and
she giggled catching the thick droplet of cum dangling
from the tip of her nose. "This girl thinks Mr. Dalton
likes her very much." Turning, suckling the cum catching
finger she smiles before kneeling before Mistress
Sharra.
Mistress Sharra gave a little grin absently scratching
the larger, male rots head. Dalton was now hers and
quite possibly for an eternity. She would use the little
girl as incentive... a reward for his cooperation. It
was obvious he enjoyed her and it was obvious he wanted
more, his semi-erect cock already rising to attention as
his gaze lighted upon Leaha's sweet little ass.
Dalton's life as he knew it was over, but this new one,
would be a glorious pleasure filled adventure. He had
much to learn and would blast his load on that sweet
little girl's face many more times to come.
To be continued...
Comments are welcomed and encouraged. I'd love to hear
what you think so far. Your comments just might make me
more apt to finish chapter two sooner. - Jonnerz
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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