The Club, Part 5 [kidnapping] [slavery] [rape] [MF]

*Note: This story contains kidnapping, rape, sex slavery/trafficking, and other topics that may be triggering to some. Read at your own peril!*

I could see the hunger in his eyes as he stared at me. Finally, he grinned and quipped, “I came here to surprise you, but it seems to have turned around on me. What’s this all about?”

“I like it here, Master. I might still be disgusted by the things you’ve done, but…” I trailed off. I couldn’t find the words and my resolve was beginning to crumble. I forced myself to say, “but I like you. And I like the idea of the life we could have together.”

His smile was so big and genuine and beautiful that I was taken aback. “You have no idea how happy that makes me, pet. I know that what I’ve done is nearly unforgivable, but I’m clinging to the ‘nearly’ there and hoping you’ll be happy enough that you’ll eventually let it slide.” With this, he leaned down and took my chin in his hand, guiding me up and kissing me. His lips were soft and warm on mine and I felt butterflies in my tummy.

When he broke the kiss and pulled away, I simply said, “thank you, Master. I want to be the best pet I can possibly be for you. I’m scared, but I want to try.”

“That’s all I can ask of you, my dear.” He offered me his hands and I took them, standing up and facing him. He looked down at me — he must’ve been nearly a foot taller than I was — and I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him in for a tight hug. It dawned on me then that we had fucked, we had kissed, then we had finally hugged; we might’ve come at it backwards, but I couldn’t argue with the results. I was happy. When I let him go, he looked into my eyes. “Undress me, pet.”

I didn’t hesitate before saying, “yes, Master.” I unbuttoned his shirt and took it off him, examining his body as I did so. He was a little chubby and what little hair he had on his chest and arms was blonde. He helped me with his belt, then I knelt in front of him and took off his shoes and socks before standing and taking off his pants and boxers. He stood naked in front of me, seeming utterly confident. He picked me up and kissed me softly as he carried me to the bed, laying me down and then laying next to me. I was surprised he didn’t just climb between my legs, but evidently he had bigger plans.

He looked into my eyes before he kissed me again, deeper and more passionately this time. I felt his tongue dancing around my mouth and I tried to emulate it but my inexperience and his dominance were clear to both of us. As we made out, his hands roamed my body. Eventually, he reached down and popped the snaps on my onesie, resting his hand directly on my mound. I moaned into his mouth and could feel him grinning, sliding his fingers down my wet slit and then gently probing my entrance. Two of his fingers entered me and it just felt… right.

As he slid his fingers in to the hilt, he pulled away from my mouth and kissed his way down to my ear. He whispered, “I can still feel some of my cum deep inside you, little pet. Right where it belongs.” I felt my face flush hot as the combination of his voice and utter control over me turned me on and embarrassed me in equal measure. “You feel so fucking perfect.”

With this, he started nibbling my ear and then nibbled down to my neck and back again. Simultaneously, he began fucking me with his fingers, curling them up to stroke my g-spot. I didn’t even try to suppress my moans and I could tell from the rock hard cock throbbing against my thigh that he enjoyed hearing them. “I want you to feel better than you’ve ever felt before, pet, and to do that I need you to not cum,” he whispered straight into my ear as he sped up even further.

Even before he laid me down, I was already so turned on; there was no way I could hold back. Between moans I nearly cried out, “Master… I can’t… hold it!”

“You can. I know that you can. You’re such a good little pet.” He bit my neck harshly and the pain added a new layer to the pleasure. His thumb shot up and found my wet little clit, rubbing it in circles. “I need you to tell me when you’re about to cum. Can you do that for me?”

I gritted my teeth to suppress a half-moan, half-scream and said between pants, “Yes. Master.” It wouldn’t be long now and he knew it. He slid another finger into me and increased the speed and the pressure with which he rubbed my clit and g-spot. I started to tense up and shake and my breathing went ragged. I wanted to say more, but I just shouted, “now!”

And with that, he ripped his hand out of me, putting a stop to my impending orgasm. I nearly cried, feeling like I’d just been robbed of the only thing I wanted in that moment. Tears pricked my eyes but he switched to a soothing voice and cooed, “shhh, you’re okay, pet. I promise, this will be worth it. Promise.”

He kissed me again and then rubbed my nipples, my whole body simultaneously touch starved and overstimulated. After a minute or two of making out and rubbing my tender breasts, he reached down and began to tease my needy hole again. First with one finger, then with two.

It didn’t take long before his efforts had me getting close to the edge again. He looked into my eyes and said, “you still don’t have permission to cum. This time, though, I’m not going to stop. I need you to hold it on your own.”

This put a brand new level of pressure on me, but I took as deep a breath as I could and steeled myself for the challenge. “Yes, Master.” With this, he sped up and increased the pressure. I could feel my muscles begin to tense and twitch but I tried to clear my mind and not let him push me over. Waves of pleasure rolled through me, but I kept holding on.

Finally, after what seemed like minutes, he sped up even further and simply said, “Cum for me, pet.” I obeyed, screaming as the orgasm ripped through me and my back arched up, every muscle tensing and every sensation hightened. I felt my thighs close around his arm and my cunt massage his fingers. It was — by far — the best orgasm I’d ever had.

He slowed down gradually and finally pulled his fingers out, pulling them up to his mouth to suck one of them, moaning as he did so. He offered me another and I gladly took it, cleaning my sweet juices from it. When he removed his finger and I finally caught my breath, I whispered, “thank you so much, Master. That… wow.”

He grinned and kissed me softly. “Any time, my pet.” And with this, he climbed on top of me and lifted my legs, putting them on his chest and sliding into me with one fluid movement. I moaned loudly and my toes clenched. He kissed my socked feet and fucked me, softly at first and then harder and harder. “You… are wonderful,” he managed to get out, between moans. I could only blush and squeeze his cock in appreciation.

Soon, I could tell he was getting close. He slowed for a moment in order to shift my legs, spreading them out but keeping my feet close to his face. He looked into my eyes and said, “beg for it, pet.”

It was getting hard to think, but I knew what I had to do. I looked back at him and I moaned, “please, Master. Please cum inside me. Please put a baby in me, Master!” I squeezed as if to punctuate those sentences and with the final one, I felt him shove deep into me and felt his cock expand, his cum shooting into me in hot jets. The pressure and heat triggered another orgasm in me and I knew my little cunt was doing exactly what it was supposed to do: milk every drop of cum from my Master.

He pulled my legs out from in front of him and collapsed onto me, his cock still twitching inside me. At first he just panted as he recovered, but then he leaned up and kissed me. This time it wasn’t just lusty kisses between two horny people; it was romantic, meaningful.

My heart soared and I half-whispered, “I could get used to this life, Master.”

“I could get used to having you in my life, Amanda.” He kissed me once more and then held me close for a long time. I was home.

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