CHAPTER 2
Harris was entranced. If he could have seen his face in a mirror, he would have
laughed his ass off, he was standing there watching this beautiful vision
looking all buggeyed and slack jawed, with a huge bulge in his pants.
His eyes were playing tricks with his senses, he swore he could almost feel the
heat radiating off her body as she worked at herself, driving that hungry pussy
insane with her imaginings and busy, frenzied fingers. Not caring about being
seen by the other man in the room watching the show, He licked his lips and with
a soft moan, released his member and started stroking the aching tool, lightly
caressing to prolong the sweet agony of being rock hard with no warm wet hole to
satisfy its craving.
The other guy, this very lucky man, Mr. Julian St Claire, Ian Harris said to
himself "Sonofabitch, why can't I find women like this for myself? Why must I
always break them in for those bastards?" Grinning wickedly to himself, Harris
leaned back, and while stroking his cock, watching the bitch put on a show and
her "Master" getting off on him being there to abuse and rape her, chuckled and
mumbled under his breath, "Because you are a bastard, and you love your job
that's why."
While leaning on the far kitchen cabinet, and gently stroking and squeezing his
cock, he watched the beautiful woman play, and remembered his day 'bird
watching'.
Just that morning, Harris got a call from Mr St Claire's agent telling him the
job was a go, and the address of his target. He decided to do a drive by
reconnoiter. There were few houses this far out in the sticks, with about a mile
or so between houses where the target lived. Falling back on his hard won
instinct and survival skills, Harris decided to check the lay of the land and
see where there were bolt holes should one become necessary. The house was at a
cross roads, not much traffic, but enough so one car doing something unusual was
ignored.
As Harris drove by, a tall, slim, almost nude figure caught his attention. She
was working in the front garden of her house, bending over at the waist.
Accentuating her long shapely curved legs were 3 inch platforms that lifted her
bottom higher than usual and made it more pronounced. Her legs were exposed up
to the curve of her ass cheek, so catching a glimpse of pink inner thigh...
"Man oh Man did I hit the jackpot here... oh this is one hot fucking bitch!"
Harris exclaimed to himself after confirming the address.
This was the joint.
The target was gently swaying with the sounds of cicadas and crickets, you could
tell the exposed way she was standing was embarrassing her, and turning her on
warming that pussy well for her session that evening with him and Julian.
With her free hand she was caressing her pussy through her brand new cut-offs.
Gently sliding her finger under the small scrap of material covering the sweet
snatch, her knees almost buckled with the erotic thrill of being this naughty
outdoors. Standing up, she stretched with a dancers grace that only a severely
aroused woman can do, and placed her feet shoulder width apart.
"This is a girl that is turned on beyond belief and begging for abuse... I bet
if I went over there and grabbed her ass she would let me, and thank Me for it."
Harris thought to himself, getting uncomfortably hard and unwilling to release
the tension until he absolutely had to. Trying not to squirm, he focused his
attention fully on his target to learn her body's responses to stimulation.
When Anna took off her top, her fully aroused breasts sprang free, gently
bouncing back and forth. Her nipples responded nicely to being freed, they stood
up about half an inch from the dark pink areola, and sent a shiver of excitement
down to her already wet and begging pussy. Anna forgot where she was, and the
threat of someone driving by while she played, she took her dirty hand and
caressed her full gently curving breasts, leaving mud and dirt streaks all over
her dusky skin. She pinched and rolled her thick rubbery nipples between her
tightly gripped thumb and forefinger sending electric shocks and shivers down
her spine making her legs grow weak. She was feeling like pure sex, and though
her fogged brain recognized the danger of being naked in the front yard, Anna
just didn't care anymore; she was so consumed with the need to orgasm that she
was not capable of rational thought anymore.
A raspy moan escaped and she collapsed to her knees.
Harris was parked where he could see her clearly, got out his long range
glasses, sat and watched her work, and play all afternoon dreaming of the ways
he could abuse and use that gorgeous body. Toward late afternoon the target fell
asleep after she drove her pussy into an orgasmic frenzy. Exhausted, she fell
into a deep sated slumber, handing Harris the perfect opportunity to have a poke
about the house to see what goodies it possessed for later tonight.
He was going to seriously enjoy this, and may even decide to keep this one if
she proved to be as horny as she seemed. Taking a quick look around, he found
her house to be well cared for, wall to wall carpeting so footsteps weren't a
problem, and a simple layout with plenty of hiding places for a couple of guys
bent on no good. Leaving quickly, not knowing how long she would sleep, he was
about to come out of the house and saw her getting up and dusting herself off.
Remaining nude, she got up and started coming toward the house, with the way she
was holding her shorts and top, she appeared to be heading for the shower.
Harris backed up and hid in the dining room under the large cloth covered dining
table.
Although sorely tempted to watch this vulnerable and trusting bitch in the
shower, his belly complained rather loudly. With a sigh, he hid until she was
out of sight, and he could hear the shower running. Walking out of the house
like he belonged there, he returned to his car and drove off in search of a
shower for himself, and more importantly dinner to fuel his imagination with
thoughts of her.
Harris returned to the targets house after getting a spare key made at the local
hardware store, found it empty and used the key he was given to enter and find a
place to hide until time to begin this evening's entertainment.
Deep throaty lustful moans drew Harris out of his reverie. His eyes were drawn
to the writhing figure on the patio deck in front of him. The patio light was
on and the house was darker than it was outside, so he ventured closer to watch
as she climaxed... so beautiful and unrestrained... Harris felt his mouth go dry
with a lust so powerful he almost spilled right there, at that moment wishing he
was to be the owner of this most exciting creature, speaking of Mr. St Claire,
he was hiding in the attic in the new media room taping the proceedings for her
file that will later accompany her to the auction block.
While she drowsed on the lounge chair, Harris left his cock out and released his
balls to the open air. His package was gently swaying with the natural grace of
his body as he quietly stalked through the house to the garage.
Harris' mind was going double time taking in and analyzing everything he passed
on the way to the garage for its suitability in the games he was planning. He
eventually chose four five foot lengths of rope, an old bandana that has been
used in the past to clean an oil dipstick, and a rubber squash ball and length
of pantyhose to gag her with, and a special toy snagged from the kitchen at the
last moment. Anna was in for her first 'rape'.
Returning to the patio, she was in a perfect position to tie her down... Almost
reverently, Harris placed a wad of cotton against her nose that was soaked in
chloral hydrate he had received along with his payment for this job... She was
his to play with for most of the evening when he would be replaced by her
current Owner. He was given explicit instructions by his employer, not to
seriously damage this girl, and paid extremely well... this was going to be a
cake walk.
"Lucky Man, or not so lucky man, depending on where you are standing" Harris
thought to himself.
After tying her hands above her head securing her to the chair she was sleeping
on, he tied her knees to the arms of the chair, with her ankles spread wide
apart and tied to the sides of same chair, leaving her pubic area wide open for
inspection, or vulnerable to torture, whatever comes to mind.
After rolling up her skirt into the waistband, Harris stood back and admired his
handy work. The sight before him, the sleeping slut with her obviously freshly
shaved pink and puffy pussy lips unfolding and disclosing their mysteries,
leaking fragrant juices just inches from her face, the little pink bud of anus,
still pulsing with the recent orgasm, was peeking out between those full and
muscular ass cheeks, made him swell uncomfortably. Feeling slightly fuzzy
brained, Harris found his hand wrapped around his cock pumping with abandon,
bringing himself to the brink of orgasm, before he controlled and calmed himself
with long shaky deep breaths. Harris walked back to the kitchen and got the
camera and took some identifying pictures of her for her file and for his own
amusement later.
Ian reached over to the sleeping slut and ran his finger up and down her exposed
crack, and poked his finger in that grasping ass hole. Pulling it out and
pushing it in he couldn't help but to wonder what his cock would feel like
buried in that hot tight "forbidden" hole.
To soddomize and rape this innocent looking over-sexed female was bound to be
the best sexual experience Harris has had in a very long time. Working in the
sex industry, doing the jobs he did, while it made him gross amounts of money,
sex for its own sake had lost the thrill a long time ago. Most girls are just
targets, and pieces of fuck flesh... somehow she had caught him completely
unaware and snuck under his skin, making him angry, and anger made him extremely
horny.
The rhythm of her breathing was starting to regulate, he had little time to get
the little bitch completely dressed for her ordeal. Once again in control of
himself, Harris placed the blindfold over her eyes, tied the knot on the side of
her head so she could not work it off, it just wouldn't do if she saw who he was
until he was ready for her to know. Then he coaxed her mouth open by gently
holding her nose closed, and waiting for her to open her mouth to breathe before
dropping the rubber squash ball into a leg of her pantyhose and placing the ball
in her mouth, securing it with the pantyhose tied to the back of her neck.
Chuckling softly to himself, with the pure wickedness of his next idea, he got a
bucket of ice water prepared.
"Wake up Bitch!" Harris yelled at her, unceremoniously dumping it on her chest
rendering her white bikini top transparent, and granting his first up close view
of the round mounds of flesh all puckered with cold and indignant at their
violation, and making sure to get most of the water on her upraised and already
pulsing pussy... all in all she was looking absolutely perfect.
Shocked out of her drug induced sleep, she fought her bonds, and turned purple
by trying to scream, only succeeding in choking on the water that had splashed
into her mouth. She could not see and she was shaking with the combination of
icy cold water cruelly tossed on her over heated flesh, and the terror of not
being able to see or move away from her attacker. Amazingly enough Anna found
she was actually becoming aroused by her vulnerability. She could feel the icy
cold water cascade down her back, and pool in her open and pulsing pussy. A few
seconds later she felt an icecube being forced into her ass.
"Good morning sleeping beauty... unplug those ears and listen carefully. Do you
realize how dangerous it is to wander about at night with your windows and doors
open, playing with yourself? Why you are just inviting someone like me to come
in here and take advantage of the playground you are just begging me to play
in... You stay quiet and do just as I ask and I won't hurt you too much..." Anna
heard up to her right hand side, it was a deep and gravely voice, that sent
shivers of apprehension up her back and made her damp hair want to stand on end.
Tears sprung to her eyes as she realized the danger she was in... This was NOT
her Master surprising her like this.
"Oh My God! I'm about to be raped!" she screamed to herself, and froze with fear
when she felt the cold sharp object, unmistakably a knife, touch her breast. Her
stomach clenched with fear so sharply, the remainder of the icecube forced in
her anus was forced out again and went flying across the patio.
Taking one of the knives he had brought from the kitchen while he was waiting
for her to wake up, Harris drew it across the ties of her top, and set her
handsomely proportioned tits bouncing free. He then ran it across her sensitive
nipples light enough so he wouldn't cut her if she stayed still, yet with just
enough of a heavy hand that she knew she was in peril of getting her nipples cut
off.
Anna sucked in a terrified breath, trembling uncontrollably; she knew she must
not move a muscle as long as she felt that blade. Despite her terror, her body
was betraying her; she was getting unbelievably hot, and whined in the back of
her throat with her frustration, hoping this asshole took the sound for fear.
She felt him dragging the tip of the blade down her vulnerable stomach,
strangely not afraid he would kill her, her pussy started purring, and to hide
that fact she was so hot, she pressed her bottom into the seat as if to cover
herself, or withdraw from the knife as far as she could.
WHACK! White hot searing pain enveloped her right breast, her face flushed
bright red with the pressure of her trying to scream through her gag.
"You Naughty girl! Never try to cover up... for that matter do not move unless I
tell you to do so." Another ringing slap catches her other breast when she did
not attempt to answer.
"Correct answer is a nod of your head... telling me yes... understood?" Harris
growled at her.
She nods.
"Now lift your hips and show me that pussy." He punctuated that order with a
savage twist of her nipples.
"Good girl... keep that up and you just might enjoy this as much as I will, but
I sense you have been a very naughty girl, and I seriously doubt you will enjoy
this experience much." He chuckled like he knew something she didn't know.
The flustered girl blushed a rich reddish colour with the humiliation of having
to obey this stranger's commands, she lifted her throbbing pussy up for his
inspection, straining to keep it still; her hips sway gently from left to right
her body telling him just how aroused she was. With a shaking hand, Harris
lightly ran a finger up and down her soaked snatch, she can't help the violent
lunge her hips do as he nears her clit...
"Oh! What a hot little bitch you are... you are actually enjoying this aren't
you cunt?" He asks.
When Anna doesn't answer Harris, her hips suddenly slam down to the lounge chair
following the stinging slap delivered to the upraised pulsing cunt lips.
"I don't want to have to remind you why we are here... answer me when I ask a
question... or do you need a reminder?" Harris punctuated this last comment with
a savage full palm slap to her vulnerable upraised pussy, squashing the lips
flat.
Shaking her head violently back and forth and whining loudly, pain washes across
her crotch and her brain was screaming with the sensation. She can't hold her
bladder and in her terror discgraces herself in front of her captor. With the
evidence of her blind fear running down her straining bottom and streaming out
of her terrified pussy, to the floor through the seat of her chair, he grins and
begins to caress her and calm her down.
Playing with her nipples, and making her writhe to his tune, Harris sat on a
chair next to hers to see just how far she would go to get a glimmer of even
enjoying the beginnings of an orgasm. He took his hands away from her body and
watched her writhe, and thrash with her uncontrolable need, all the while
whimpering for release.
Once again he takes the knife out and caresses her throat with the tip, running
the blade that was now going to fuck her, across her full straining lips,
telling Anna to lie quietly and be absolutely still, or she would get cut. He
flicked the sharp tip against her clit to prove the point, her hips jerked
violently, and she moaned as loud as she could while gagged and opened her legs
to relax the tense muscles.
He was captivated by her calm acceptance, and instead of using the sharp blade
he made her believe he planned on using, he took a butter knife out of the
kitchen, used it, tracing lines and circles all over her body watching the
muscular quivers as she fought to control her movements so she would not get
cut.
Anna felt her clit being flicked back and forth and almost urinated again with
her fear, but was again being defeated by her disloyal body... she was hovering
on the brink of orgasm. He inserted the cold metal blade of the knife, to the
music of her sharp gasp at the invasion.
"God is she fighting for it" Harris thought.
He fucked her with the knife using it like a dildo, and roughly stimulated her
ultra sensitive clit with his callused thumb scraping and hurting her for more
than pleasure, he was really digging at the clit, sparks of pure pain, mixed
with equal ammounts of pleasure were convulsing her body, jabbing the knife into
the delicate folds of her pussy, he squirted warm water making her think she was
cut and bleeding.
Anna forgot herself and started trying to scream hysterically, "Oh My GOD... OH
MY GOD." Anna ceased to care and decided to enjoy her last moments on this
earth. She was ready to submit.
He walked away and watched her squirm and try to check if she was alright... she
was just so wet, so hot she was almost feral, and just scared enough not to
care. He released her legs and they hung limply, as the blood rushed back into
her numb legs, she passed out.
He released her bonds on her arms, and gently placed her unresisting hands in
her lap, and took the gag out so she could breathe. Using a fireman's hold he
picked her up and carried her to the dining room table, and tied her face down
spread eagled. He went to the bedroom in search of a belt and a pillow to tuck
under her hips so he had an unimpeded swat zone. Harris secured the woman to the
table made sure the blind fold was still in place before breaking the vial of
smelling salts under her nose.
Groaning as she came awake and found she had been moved and retied in a
different position, abruptly became aware of her tormentors position as she felt
a flash of pain across her bottom, the Sonofabitch was beating her! Screaming
and bucking and trying in vain to get rid of the belt and the offensive painful
beating, she soon tired out and had to just take the beating. Laying there
quietly while Harris whipped her, to her immense frustration and complete
mortification her body picked that time to anticipate the whip and start to
dance to its tune. Swaying back and forth and up and down begging and wiggling
for that belt. Harris was just amazed at how far this one had come in so short
a time. She should have been cowering in fear instead of begging to be abused.
This is what he had been missing, and grew more and more determined to return to
the scene of the crime later, and alone.
Ian Harris had gotten a reputation for himself by not fucking his targets, his
'victims' as they are so politically correctly put by the company. He was known
to be coldly efficient in his work, and got the job done well, whatever it was
he was contracted to do from killing to kidnapping to escorting the slaves to
auction, He did his job with a great deal of finesse. Never before had he ever
been tempted to throw caution to the wind and just take a girl that he was
supposed to train and groom for the buyers, but this one, this natural beauty
had captured more than just his interest, she had captured his heart with her
instant submission.
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When Harris stepped back and took the sights, he decided to lick the many hot
welts left by the belt and to take pictures to record what he had done. He had
the uncontrollable urge to just relieve his turgid member, by stuffing his cock
in her vulnerable ass. While he was working he had forgotten that his cock was
swinging in the breeze, as he stepped forward and stroked his cock, he almost
exploded with the pleasure shocks coursing up and down his spine, he slapped her
already welted and abused ass, reached down and caressed her drooling cunt.
Harris again stoked that arousal to a fever point by massaging her clit and ass
hole in turns, rimming her with his calloused hands, enlarging her ass with a
circling finger, roughly sticking another finger in until he had three fingers
pistoning in and out, while the other hand caressed her clit occasionally.
Harris leaned over her and growled in her ear that she did not have permission
to cum without being told to do so, and He was her punishment, so she had better
not cum until further notice unless she wanted more of the belt on her tits. His
next move was to impale her on his large rock hard cock slapping her pussy with
his large heavily aroused balls.
He fucked her savagely, used her roughly without caring if he was hurting or
pleasuring her. Oh yes he was going to be back after tonight to properly enjoy
this ass at his leisure.
She opened her mouth to scream for all she was worth, but to her astonishment
got another cock shoved into her mouth, a familiar hand wrapped its fingers in
her long blue black hair, roughly pulling and twisting her mouth to bury her
nose in his wiry curly hair.
To Anna's dismay she heard "you may cum" whisper/growled into her ear, with a
tingle of fear, and a wave of pure climax, her world exploded... the room faded
abruptly with Anna passing out yet again.
Anna's Master paid Harris the rest of what was owed and wished him well on his
travels, never thinking to see this man again.
