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Short Stories by by Jeanette C.

She shivered as he held her by her throat and entered her body,roughly, there was no doubt in her mind that this was a man. His grasp left bruises on her slender neck. She winced momentarily, her body arched unconciously to accomadate him, arched to meet his thrusts.He slapped her again, sending shooting waves of pleasure pain through her body. he played her body like a finely tuned violin. he picked her up and turned her over, able to toss her around like a rag doll. She tore slightly as he sodamised her, she was a very small woman and he was a very large man. She sank under the weight of his body until she lay flat on the bed, biting her lip, trying not to call out. "Tell me you like it, you slut". "Oh God, Yes, please" she moaned.

They had spoken earlier on the phone, he told her he wanted to come over but wasnt sure if it was that time in thier relationship. She told him that if he thought he was her master then he should come and claim his property. Take what was rightfully his. If he didnt feel that he was, then he shouldn't bother. But he would have to take it by force. It was a huge gamble, to put her life, her hopes, her dreams, her ideals and her heart into the hands of another. To place all her faith in someone else, to give total control to someone else, to have that much trust in someone again. To risk it all on a whim.But life is for living, and some things are worth every risk.This could be one of those things.He pulled her hair and she cried. He remembered, it was something she had said in passing, that she enjoyed having her hair pulled. It mattered a lot, such a small act of tenderness that was unexpected. Not quite a caress from your first new childhood sweetheart, but for this type of relationship it was a touching sentiment.He kissed her, it seems strange to begin a rape with a kiss. He pushed hard against her legs, grinding into her pelvis. He stood and looked at her. "you're really just a filthy slut aren't you." She smiled broadly, he had come to claim her. While not quite everyone's idea of the way to start a romance, it was not an everyday romance.

She lay silently on the suede covered bed, waiting for him to arrive. The door had been left unlocked, there was glasses ready by the bed, in case he wanted a drink. She had lit candles and incense, to make it feel as comfortable and sensual as possible. Clean fresh towels for his use were ready and warm. The night breeze blew through the window, moving the crushed satin chocolate drapes. It was still warm, althugh the night had long descended. Soon it would be summer and the sultry night air hung heavy with her perfume and expectation.She was wearing what he told her to wear, the waiting was intense and she prayed he would like what he saw when he entered. She turned up the music so no one could hear her cry out, and she couldn't hear him arrive. She looked down, her dark hair was framing her face, and she wore a leather hat. Her breasts were bounding out of her black satin bra and spilling over. She was wearing a see through leopard print dress, something special for someone very special. Nice small neat panties, the fig leaf to be torn from her body. Her legs curved down to her long boots, that carressed her shapely calves. Her legs seemed to go on forever into the tip of the boot and the point of the eight inch heel.

He stood watching her for a minute. This slut who laid before him, his slut, his by right. He could reach out and take her, or he could turn and leave. It was always up to him. For a moment he wavered, was she the right woman? He was only interested in someone very very special. Could she possibly please him? Fulfill his needs. She was only a slut, what did her opinion matter.Her eyes were closed. He had been silent, such was his own self control, she didn't know he was in the room. He spoke, "I am going to make you hurt you filthy little slut."The thrill of anticipated pain hit her like a wall of sound. She moaned and he slapped her. She held her face higher so he could slap her again. He didn't. He had her arms up above her head and wedged his body between her legs, never for a second loosing his vicelike grip on her arms, her body trapped beneath his weight.She was breathing rapidly, short little pant like sounds. He asked her "what do you want you little slut?" a pause, "Tell me what you want?" His hand slowly moved down to her damp underwear and she tried not to wince as he tore at her newly aquired piercing. Bizzarre though it seems, the pain heightened her pleasure.After a moment of dizzyingly pleasure/pain she replied. " I want you to fuck me." "What did you say, slut?", he boomed authoritively. " I need you to fuck me", she whispered in a moan.