Nicolette Ch. 02
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"Author's Notes
Nicolette is on an enforced journey to discover the deepest desires she didn't know she had. He stole her away for lust and greed but now his mind is changing. Follow her path through subjugation, degradation and her total abandonment to her fate.
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Nicolette Chapter 3
He came to her again, waking her in what passed for their night. Nicolette was so disoriented by the artificial cycles; it could have been minutes or many hours since he had once again tied her to the bed."
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"Sleep, you will need your rest." he had said.
"Yes Master." she had replied.
When he had gone Nicolette had questioned herself before sleep eventually claimed her.
Why don't I feel worse than I do? My ass and pussy are as sore as hell from that horrible thing he washed me out with. He has defiled me and injured me. But I don't know what I feel about him. I should hate his guts. I wanted to kill him when he kidnapped me. Then I wanted him to fuck me so bad I begged! I should try and get away from this nightmare.
Nicolette could not understand her ambivalent emotions, incredulous at her reactions to her terrible predicament.
These rings he punched in my nipples and clit are permanent he said. I hate the fucking things, I've always thought they're for whores and porn actresses. I've never wanted anything so despicable done to me.
So why do they make me feel so damn hot all the time?
He doesn't trust me, she had reasoned. That's why he keeps me tied up at night.
I don't suppose I would trust me if I had done the thing he has, had been her final muzzy thought before sleep.
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In the blackness she felt his fingers untie her ankles, thick digits that had already totally explored her gently releasing her bonds, unwinding the soft leather strapping.
"Master, is it morning so soon?" Nicolette asked.
"Be silent, for now." he said, not unpleasantly, the collar at her neck gently hummed and the piercing rings faintly tingled.
Was it a warning, she wondered, or something else? Either way, the erotic sensation thrummed in her belly and she slowly wriggled her hips, relishing the sensation of her naked buttock sliding sinuously against the cool cotton sheets.
His huge hands encircled her calves and eased both her knees up towards her chest, exposing her to him and separating her as the tension in her groin peeled her secret lips apart in the dark, opening the hot velvet tunnel into her moist depths.
Nicolette could smell her own musk as he allowed her legs to fall to each side. She felt deliciously wide open and available to him, but for the dark he would be able to look deeply into her. She trembled waiting for what he would do to her next.
The tongue was rough and hot as it licked her inner thighs. The sharp mobile tip probing deeper to her puckered anus, made her flinch and gasp in surprise at this new sensation.
Nicolette moaned as he forced the hot wet muscle deeper into her, tasting what she knew must have been her sourness despite his thorough douche.
His hands still holding her legs pushed them up higher, exposing her fully to the urgent lapping of his tongue, moving out in circles from her anus.
When he finally sucked at her swollen core she moaned and tried to bring her legs down, to wrap her thighs around his neck and pull him tighter, but he held her firmly spread wide and open under his hungry mouth.
He lifted his head and inhaled over her, as though breathing in her rich bouquet, then plunged his hard tongue deep into the hot springs of juices brimming between her thighs.
"I'm cumming!" she whimpered, as the wave of orgasm took her by surprise, arching her back and tensing her stretched thighs, raising her pelvis like a chalice to his mouth.
His lips sucked at her, drinking the creamy fluids from her body as quickly as she could produce them. Nicolette was of the quarter of women who produce ejaculate when they orgasm and he devoured the thick nectar from her pink flower.
Nicolette felt him move over her, his hands pressing harder on her calves as he moved higher, bringing his hips level with hers.
She wanted him, or in truth any man inside her at that moment. She was as open as possible, wet and slick, and she knew her body needed to be filled with hard male meat to feel complete.
"Fuck me please. Fuck me hard, cum inside me, Master. Make me feel it, make me feel you. I want to cum with you in me. Master, please. Fucking do me, pleeeze."
Nicolette heard herself talk in a way she never had before, growling like some hungry animal and talking like a slut.
She began grinding her pelvis under him, hunting for the tip of him in her absolute need.
His penetration, when it came was a slow, measured stretching she could feel all along her. His entry was hard and deep and she was so high on her own arousal that the it made her come immediately.
She screamed her ecstatic pleasure as he thrust slowly to her end, his thickly swollen rounded tip butting at the still sore entrance to her womb; the aching hurt of his impact just adding to her satisfaction.
He released her legs to move his hands in support of his thrusting hips. Nicolette felt his forearms, muscles corded and tense in her armpits and she wrapped her trembling thighs around his waist; locking her ankles under his clenching rear, pulling him deeper into her clutching, spasming belly.
She had no thoughts of resisting his coupling. At this moment she did not consider him as her rapist abductor. She only thought of him as making love to her. He made her feel her gender more deeply than any other lover ever had, her orgasms were more fulfilling and his mastery of her body and its needs was complete.
This was not a further violation to Nicolette as he moved within her, his slippery thick veined skin on her red satin skin in an intensely erotic friction, she was just totally his.
So high on this new sensation of surrender was she that his every fourth or fifth controlled penetration brought her to a fresh climax.
"Yess."
"Yess."
"Yess."
"Yesssss, Oh God!"
Nicolette's mantra of acceptance was screamed into the darkness as she welcomed him deeply into her, his belly wetly slapping against hers as he took her to each fresh peak.
He paused momentarily and then withdrew fully. Nicolette moaning and writhing tried to use her legs to draw him back within her, unwilling for the bliss to stop.
He reached down between them with his hand.
When he penetrated her afresh her moans of want became higher pitched outcries of pain.
Her anus felt as though it was tearing. Unprepared, but already near yet another orgasm the agony of his sodomy just added to her pleasure, peaking her into climax as he inexorably slid into her ass.
Nicolette tensed around him, feeling the pulsation's in his thick member against the muscular walls of her colon. His orgasm came with spasm and a flood of hot seed pumping into her entrails, his hissing breath hot in her face.
"Kiss me, Master," she asked and then writhed around his impaling flesh as he ate at her like a ravenous animal. His long tongue reached down her throat and explored her as he had explored between her legs.
She could taste herself on him, a rich stew of complex marine flavours with which he coated her tongue and palate, honey sweet, thick and piquant. It was yet another new sensation that pushed her to release.
Both utterly spent, sopping wet and exhausted they lay entwined together as he slowly grew soft within her. She slipped easily to sleep with his weight heavy and warm on her, a breast cupped in one big hand, his other slowly moving in the warmth between her legs.
Nicolette woke later and it was still dark, she felt cold and tried to reach for him but he had gone and she was bound again at ankle and wrist.
She sobbed then, not knowing why she felt sad being alone, wondering what the next day would bring.
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The journey had been uncomfortable. Her wrists and ankles had been jerked at every turn by chains attached to rings on the vehicle roof and floor. The soft padded manacles prevented any chafing.
She could not see where she was because of a thick black eye mask and her knees still hurt from kneeling on the van's rough wooden floor.
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He had woken her and made her use the proper toilet instead of the commode, but embarrassingly he had still watched her. Then he had shackled her in the shower and after dousing her and washing her with his hands he had used the awful steel douche to wash inside both places despite her pitiful protests.
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At least she was now standing upright. But her wrists and ankles were shackled again, this time tied firmly to the corners of what must be a type of rack that spread her limbs in a wide X shape. She could feel cool air all around her nude body and she trembled, more in anticipation than chill.
Still blindfold she did not know what her surroundings were like. Nicolette shivered again but still thought she was marginally better off than crouching in the back of what she supposed had been a van on the way here, wherever 'here' was.
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He had led her tottering across what had felt like rough concrete under the impossibly high spike heels he had made her wear when they arrived.
"Where are we Master? What happens now?" Nicolette had asked him.
He had roughly pulled the chain attached to her wrist cuffs, nearly toppling her off the high heels but pulled her up before she could fall to the floor.
"Be silent! Now is not the time for you to speak.
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