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Alone - 1
by William DuPain (duepain@yahoo.com)
***
This is a story about a young woman whose past catches
up with her and then threatens her current career and
social standing. She is blackmailed, harassed, and
turned into a mere sexual love slave. But ends up
loving it in time. (MF, reluc, exh, bd)
***
PART 1
Lorraine Marie Burk checked her e-mail every day before
going to bed; no one ever really mailed her anything
personal. But she did use it for reminders of special
TV programs she wanted to drop in on and other special
dates of interest.
She was going through the inbox this particular day and
spied a message with slut written in the subject field.
There was no address in the "from field," Lorraine was
immediately angry at the boldness of this prank. She
was just about to delete it when it occurred to her
that its contents might just provide a clue to its
author.
Lorraine called up the message and froze in her seat
(as anger slowly turned into fear), there in front of
her was her blemished sexual past. There staring her in
the face was the old newspaper article about drunken
orgies, and lewd behavior, from some of the female
sororities at the college.
Her college, the one she attended over five years ago,
it was complete with a picture of her and a list of
charges, public exposure, intoxication, complete with
her address.
Her stomach was a ball of heavy iron as she realized
the implications to her career and future here in her
new hometown, if her boss were to find out about this
story. The Hollingsworth family owned the computer
parts company where she worked as a receptionist, and
they were very straight laced, "no this wouldn't do at
all she thought."
She had been working there less than a year now, she
wasn't getting rich but she was comfortable. "Why now?"
she asked herself, when things had just started to turn
around in her favor.
Lorraine read the text of the message in total
unbelief,
Slut:
As you see from the message I now hold your future
in my hand.
First, you will check your e-mail each morning and
again at noon. This is how I will communicate
instructions to you on exactly what it is I want
done.
Tonight you will leave your bedroom curtains open
and your night-light on as you undress. Your Master
needs to inspect his slut's imperfections the hour
will be ten PM.
You will strip yourself down to your panties they
should be red lace. You will then lay on the bed
place your hand in them and masturbate. When you
have climaxed you may check your e-mail and I will
tell you what you need to do next.
If you deny me you will be punished. Your boss and
work place peers will receive a copy of the news
file.
Master
My god she thought the unmitigated nerve of this person
is unbelievable. Lorraine began to consider her options
and realized quickly that she had few, could this be
her x-husband, no Tom may have been a jerk but he would
never do this it wasn't his style.
Lorraine racked her brain but couldn't think of a
single person, past or present, which she had offended
enough to make them this vengeful. She was afraid and
couldn't afford to lose her job, not now.
The charges stemmed from a night out on the town with
classmates that ended at a friend's house party. All
the girls were drinking that night "too much" and
things got out of hand as a neighbor called to complain
about the noise. Then there were the drugs floating
around that night.
She never meant to even try the pills but was urged on
to it by the taunting of her classmates. After that
things got a little wild sexually, before the police
arrived they caught Lorraine in a compromising
situation with a boy there she didn't even know.
There was a ball of intense anxiety deep in her stomach
as she tried to think of way out of this predicament
and it was eating away at her confidence. At last
completely exasperated she knew she had to obey at
least until she could figure something out. Despair was
withering her disposition to outright gloom and the
future suddenly seemed exceedingly ominous.
Suddenly her attention was focused on a new incoming
message, it was from him, was it a him... she didn't
even know that much for certain.
Slut:
Buy a dildo before tonight and use it as I watch.
Master
She sat absorbed with the prospect of self-abuse in
front of some whacko voyeur she didn't know "less than
appealing." She found herself wondering what he would
be doing as he watched her, masturbating no doubt "she
thought."
Somehow she was then caught up in her minds eye with
the vision of a man stroking his cock as he watched her
fuck herself. The vision stirred her flesh to a mild
lustful condition that sent a little tingle of pleasure
to tease the face of her vulva.
Lorraine unconsciously moved her hand between her legs
and gave a little squeeze there. She found herself
imagining a man alone in the shadows breathing hard,
his huge cock hard, and erect, masturbating as he
watched her nude on the bed. She was shocked to find
her own hand caressing the warmth of her mound and then
realized she was swollen and wet below.
She chastised herself for her naughty fantasies and
decided to take a shower to get her mind off such crude
and tempting thoughts. Lorraine could not will her mind
away from repeated mental scenes of night ravishment by
some handsome, masked intruder and her shower did
nothing to soothe her climate.
After Lorraine finished her shower she dressed and
headed out to a sex shop in a small nearby Iowa town
where no one would recognize her. The cheeks of her
face were flamed before she even reached the entrance
of the establishment.
She was thankful once inside that the place was nearly
deserted. She found the devices immediately and stood
sorting out her selection. She chose a black eight-inch
super soft toy with multiple speed adjustment.
She was thankful; as she checked out that the clerk was
a female her eyes never met those of the employee once
through the entire transaction. Lorraine sped back home
and rushed into the house as if someone were giving
chase.
She was too nervous to eat anything that evening and
tried to keep her mind occupied and off the relentless
march of the clock. At last, seemingly decades later
she went to her bedroom and pulled back the floor
length curtains.
Lorraine stepped to the light switch and rotated the
knob until the lighting fixture achieved maximum
brightness in the room. Her stomach was twisting inside
as a war between the two desires that tore her raged
through the battlefields of her heart and mind, the
desire to run or submit.
Lorraine stood before the high double window facing the
wooded hillside at the back of her home. The bastard
was out there somewhere she knew, waiting to get his
rocks off while humiliating her.
She proceeded to undress in front of the floor length
set of double panes facing the hills behind her home.
After her dress she removed her red lace bra and
allowed her long luxurious nails to slowly circle and
tease her swollen nipples.
Lorraine threw her head back to allow her long
shimmering hair to flow down her body as her nails
tormented the flesh of her body inciting that familiar
craving for sexual gratification. May as well make a
show of it she had decided in her rising anger, and
give the bastard his moneys worth.
She slowly stroked her way to her prominent mound and
began to lavish that area of her body with slow
deliberate manipulations. She closed her eyes and could
almost hear him breathing, his hand traversing that
large mass of flesh as he watched her degradation. She
slid her hand down inside her panties and began to
gently flick her clitoris.
She was beginning to go wet below and could feel the
lips of her vulva swell, as she caressed the sensitive
flesh of the area. The rising power of her lust was
prompting her mind to continual visions of her
oppressor.
Lorraine turned and slowly made her way to the edge of
her bed pausing at the nightstand beside it to retrieve
her device. She sat on the edge of the bed facing the
window, her legs lewdly splayed open.
She kicked her red lace panties off and turned the toy
on. She began to slowly pass the device over the top of
her crevice, lingering at the most sensitive area of
her clit.
She wondered if he might be stroking his cock just a
little faster right now as he watched. She half wished
at the moment that he was in the room with her, so she
could watch him too.
She was getting increasingly aroused as she continued
fantasizing about his cock and what she wanted him to
do with it. She eased the soft vibrator in between the
lips of her now saturated cunt lips and shook
internally as she moaned in ecstasy.
She seductively tilted her back with her lips parted
slightly as she used one hand on the device and the
other to squeeze her ripe firm breasts. She was driving
the dildo in slowly and gyrating its shaft inside her
passage, hoping the freak enjoyed the show.
She, in awhile, would literally explode in orgasm and
it was all that bastards fault "she thought." The
fucking prick coward didn't even have enough courage to
come down here and fuck her into the bliss she now
needed in person.
She threw herself back on the bed and began to fuck the
dildo into her tight, wet passage, with heroic effort.
Her moaning increased as the super soft buzzer
attempted to invade her uterus.
Her hungry cunt would not allow her to stop, it
demanded satisfaction from her and she was more than
willing at the moment to appease it. She had nearly the
whole of the eight-inch length impaled deeply into her
weeping opening and waves of non-stop pleasure were
rolling over her fevered body.
She came suddenly, screaming, her hips arched high into
the air, her body shaking as her cunt convulsed around
the buzzing device. It came in waves of crashing
sensation that lifted her consciousness out of her body
and moved it far away.
She lay there in a glow as the final tremors of her
triumph passed through her body. She pulled the toy out
and flicked the button to shut it off. She lay there
resting, wondering if he had enjoyed her performance as
much as she had.
She finally rose and staggered over to her computer
desk to retrieve his last message.
Slut:
You're beautiful bound in the clutches of your own
lust like that. Now all you need to complete the
picture is me in you to replace that toy.
Now, turn off the lights and get in bed, I'm coming
to fuck you, leave your bedroom door open for me.
Tie something around your eyes so that identification
is impossible.
Don't speak to me while I'm there, do not attempt
to turn on the lights, or otherwise identify me,
as this will be disastrous for your future.
Master
Lorraine was infuriated but helpless to vent it at this
time, she knew. If it took fucking the creep to get him
off her back so be it. She was not willing to give up
all she had gained here so recently, not that easily
anyway.
Lorraine did as she had been instructed and lowered the
lights. She took a neck scarf that she used for warmth
in the winter months and secured it about her eyes as
she sat on the edge of her bed.
She threw the comforter back and crawled under the top
sheet and waited. She was anxious again anticipating
the arrival of her tormentor. Suddenly she realized she
would be completely at his mercy and without any
protection at all, and the thoughts only fed the
anxiety within.
Lorraine began to speculate what her tormentor might
look like as she lay there in the darkness. She
secretly hoped he was dashing with well-polished
mannerisms. Would he be tall and handsome she mused,
probably not if he had to resort to these tactics to
get some, she huffed.
Lorraine did not wait long in the darkness, she heard
the intruder advancing up the stairs to her room. She
sensed the very instant that he stood at her doorway
even though she couldn't see him.
For an instant, as he approached her bed, her fears
froze her mental processes and terrorized her body. She
felt him slowly pull the covers from her body and when
she realized she was defenseless against his gaze and
touch she shivered. There was a pause as he stripped
beside her bed and Lorraine trembled again.
Then she felt his hands warm against her skin. He
touched her ankle and slowly felt his way up the inside
of her leg. She agonized through the slow journey of
his hand but then her breath caught in her throat, as
finally, at long last his fingers arrived to tease the
full puffy ridges of her aching mound.
Lorraine was surprised by the gentle demeanor of his
touch and the unhurried approach of his discovery
method. He placed both hands at her lower abdomen and
began his slow ascent to her breast causing her skin to
tingle as he went. His hands felt wonderful on her body
warm and inquisitive in their exploration of her.
She was becoming aroused again from fingers that were
irresistible wizards of persuasion. His hands were a
warm sexual mantra of sensation luring her body into a
willing partnership with his will. The sneaky bastard
was making her want him and there wasn't a thing she
could do to stop it, not that she really wanted to.
His fingers were flirting with her nipples now and the
sensation was insidiously inspirational. She hated it
that he was so skilled, hated it that he was making her
body hunger for him. She had no idea before this night
that evil could be so sweet.
Then she felt the press of his lips to hers, and
discovered shortly that his finger were not the only
talented member he possessed, he was good, very good.
She was shocked to realize that she couldn't think of a
valid reason to object. The bastard teased her,
stirring her lust with his lips, titillating those
sensitive areas at the side of her neck with his tongue
and teeth.
Momentarily she forgot that he was rapist and she
wanted to whisper in his ear, no, not whisper but beg,
"Please don't stop." He resumed his assault on her lips
as his hands found her mound and tested the gates of
her passion.
She was experiencing multiple currents of sexual energy
in her body. Still his hands worked their magic against
the sensitive flesh of her organ. It was maddening for
Lorraine, he, teasing her with lip and hands as if she
was his willing lover, but in a very real sense, she
was now. Her own urgency would not allow her to deny
him, an urgency that he created and she subjugated
herself to.
He inserted two fingers into the burning wetness of her
body causing Lorraine to moan and arch sweetly to
receive his caress. He found her G-spot instantly and
propelled her to a new plateau of desire as they
kissed.
A last slow lingering kiss at her mouth and then her
rapist began his journey toward her cunt. His hands and
lips were painfully gentle against her and his trip
agonizingly slow. She wanted to scream at him "hurry,
please hurry," but he had told her not to speak.
She trembled beneath him when he finally began to place
the lightest bits about her mound. He nuzzled her
ridges from top to bottom with his lips and he became a
drug her body needed now.
Without warning he went deep in her crevice and lashed
the hard little mass of her clit. She cried out as
tremors of joy filled her mind and her flesh rushed
with fire. She could sense his approval and smiled to
herself pleased that he was not upset.
He peeled her open like a piece of wet, ripe fruit, and
began to feast. Her fingers traveling through his hair
found it thick and reassuring to the touch. She moaned
again as he slid the width of his hot able tongue into
her pussy her hands urging him deeper in his
exploration of her secret place.
As his tongue ravished her hidden treasure his fingers
mesmerized the little bundle of flesh at the top,
sending Lorraine's senses into a freefall of hot,
endless joy. She was teetering at the edge of
destruction a place where her identity would dissolve
into sheer explosive joy.
He stopped just as suddenly as he had started and
raised himself seeking her lips once more. He was
pressed firmly to her body this time and Lorraine could
feel the heat and mass of his organ at the gates of her
prize.
She tilted her cunt upward and raked the full length of
his mass with her pussy, it sent shock waves throughout
her body. He kissed her again his tongue slipping into
her mouth and suddenly she was breathless and in
wonder.
Their tongues delighted in the raging heat of battle,
as desire grew more intense from the flames of their
warfare. Lorraine's patience was exhausted she was
desperate to have him inside her now. She stopped and
abruptly pushed against his shoulders.
"No please, I'm sorry but I must speak, take me and
finish this I implore you," her voice was desperate and
unsteady as she spoke. He paused in deep reflection as
he smiled to himself, and then set about filling her
impassioned request.
He had won the test of wills she knew, but didn't care;
she needed his flesh to fill her passage with its stern
heat. Required the rhythm of his primal mating ritual
in her body. But most of all she wanted and needed the
seductive tenderness she now recognized in his manner.
He took her, and the sudden massive invasion of her
body forced the breath from her lungs. He stimulated
dimensions of emotion she had never experienced before
and created a physical joy in her body that made her
cling to him.
Lorraine came almost immediately his lips locked to
hers her body shaking beneath his powerful thrust. She
wasn't sure how long he used her body that night and
didn't know how many times she climaxed because she
simply lost track as her spirit moved from one mystical
summit to the next.
He was deliberate and methodical and much later that
night when he finally let off loving her, Lorraine was
limp, exhausted, and exceedingly content.
He kissed her once more and then did something
extremely odd for a rapist. He pulled the top sheet
over her body and tucked it in around her shoulders.
Then bending over her kissed her cheek before dressing
to go.
Lorraine's body fell quickly to the beckoning shadows
of sleep where her consciousness dissolved into the
welcome arms of slumber. She woke the next morning with
sunlight streaming into the room thankful that is was
Saturday. She lay smiling for the longest time
remembering her gentle intruder.
At last she found the will to rise and head for the
shower. When Lorraine had finished and toweled herself
dry she booted up her computer to check her mail, she
half expected a message from her rapist Master to be
there.
Slave:
You pleased me last night and while you disobeyed
my directive I was extremely flattered that you
couldn't resist doing so.
Tonight at 8PM I want you to return to the same
sex shop you purchased your toy at. Off to the
side is an arcade kind of affair, at the end of
that hall is a door that leads to a small viewing
room.
I want you to go in and take a seat and wait for
me; I will join you. You will not wear
undergarments of any kind; you will wear a loose
dress that will allow me easy access to your
gracious charms.
You will secure for your self a bottle of "Yves
Saint Laurent Opium," you will mist your inner
thighs lightly. You will mist the sides of your
breast as well as the undersides of your wrists.
You will use this scent for me it is my mark of
ownership on your body and it pleases me.
Do these things and I will reward you with my
presence, disobey and your life will be unable
to contain the Chaos I shall rain down on you.
Do not be late!
Master
Lorraine was beyond pissed when she read the note,
"just who the hell did he think he was. He comes into
my life with threats, blackmails me for the use of my
body and chooses my perfume for me... Christ!!!"
While she was indeed angry her thoughts lingered with
the memory of his touch and the wonderful way he felt
inside her. She had never experienced anything in her
life like last night. She tried to convince herself
that it was all the psychology of mystery and intrigue
that inspired her passion. But deep down inside where
she just had to be honest, she knew better.
Oddly, she smiled as she rose to go and do her Master's
bidding.
End part 1... Stay tuned for part two, "The date."
DuPain@yahoo.com
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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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