Her bare feet slid through the shag carpeting as she was led into the bedroom. He had redecorated it since her last visit with her parents, it looked more modern than before. She almost expected a waterbed, but saw that this was a regular, extremely comfortable looking bed. With rings bolted to the corners, center of the top and bottom, and at strategic locations on the sides. There was no doubt what this bed would be used.
Emmy’s owner’s strong hands lifted her by the hips and deposited the young slave face first on the bed. He put a large pillow under her hips to raise her butt up. The dominant man paused for a moment to give her wet pussy a quick lick or two before pulling her hands above her head and securing them to the ring in the middle of the headboard. Taking time to caress each lovely leg, he tied a rope around each ankle then secured them to the rings in the lower corners, so she was spread open.
Once she was tied and helpless, Chester Bradley attacked her body. His skilled hands and experienced mouth touched every bit of her bound form, exploring and enjoying his property. He licked and fingered her pussy to keep her on the edge of an orgasm without actually letting her reach it. Somewhere during his campaign on her body, he had begun to finger her butthole. The first time it was with one hand caressing her pussy while the other slipped a wet finger into her virgin anus.
Emmy’s attention, and Chester Bradley’s, was soon all on her firm young bottom. One hand worked a lubed finger into her back door while the other caressed and smacked at her perfect butt cheeks. She was a slave, and her owner could do whatever he wanted to her.
Her owner’s strong hands were off her, and he climbed in behind her. She could hear him rubbing lube on his rock-hard cock. Her heart raced and she sucked in big gulps of air as she waited for what she was powerless to stop.
“This is going to hurt, Emmeline,” he said to her softly. “I’ll be gentle, but the first time is always going to be painful.”
“Yes, Master,” Emmy panted, “thank you, Master.”
The bound slave felt the mass of her owner behind her, felt the top of his cock pressed against her lubed asshole. She knew all his power would be focused on the hard shaft penetrating her virgin ass.
He pushed; her body resisted. This was too big and going the wrong way. Chester Bradley was determined. This was not the first girl he had anally deflowered, and he knew well what he was doing. He moved slightly and used his legs to push past her body’s natural resistance.
Emmy had no idea it was going to feel like that. It was as though the most intense pain in her life, was mixed with deliciously dirty pleasure. She felt like her body was split, that she would be rent in half. There was no way her butthole was capable of this. The feeling, the pain, radiated out from the very core of her body, every muscle in her body was connected and part of the experience. She almost wanted to beg him to stop, but as he continued to slowly slide deeper into her, she could not find words.
He was all the way inside her. She felt his pubic hair press against the soft smooth skin of her bottom. His hips against her butt. She did not think she could do this, that she could not take it. She began to pull at the ropes, to try to get free of this pain.
“It’s okay,” her lover said softly to her in a calming voice. “You can do this; you can take it. I am not going to break my new slave on my first day with her. This is going to hurt, but you are not going to be damaged. Your body can handle this. I am not going to let any harm come to you.”
“Yes, Master,” Emmy managed to croak and stopped fighting. She took another deep breath and prepared herself for more.
Despite the pain, or because of it, Emmy was incredibly aroused. Her body felt alive like it never had before. She realized she was clenching her bound fingers together so hard that they hurt, and her toes were curled. She tried to relax and unclench, but as soon as she did, her owner began to slide back. Emmy gave up on trying to relax her body and just focused on the cock in her ass.
Chester Bradley was slow but insistent as he fucked her. He did not attempt to cause pain, but he was sure to get his pleasure. He knew how far he could go and stayed well below that. Emmy’s body began to adjust, and the pain lessened. It still hurt, but a wonderful kind of pain, and the knowledge of what was being done to her, made it one of the most intense experiences of her life.
She had no idea how long he fucked her. She always was right on the edge of climaxing, but he expertly held her just below that. His breath on her neck as he used her was intoxicating, she wanted all of him to enjoy all of her.
His hand reached down and found her clit. She bucked against his invading cock as he began to work her pleasure bud. As wound up as she was, it took extraordinarily little to push her into an orgasm. She was a slave being anally deflowered by the most amazing man the world!
The young slave cried out as an amazing orgasm swept over her. Her whole body, including her filled ass, clenched and spasmed. She thrashed against the ropes that held her and the cock that impaled her. Still, his hand expertly manipulated her clitoris, keeping her swimming in the orgasm for longer than she ever thought possible.
When she finally came down off her climax, she realized that Chester had finished, that his cum now filled her ass. He slowly slid out, wiping the leakage with a towel he had handy. He turned her head and kissed her, and she returned it with all the lust and passion from her anal deflowering.
“That was amazing, Slave,” he complimented her. “We are going to be doing a lot of that.”
Emmy’s body shuddered. She tried to relax again, to take deep breaths and let her body unclench.
“Master,” Emmy managed to moan.
Her owner left her there, tied up and used. Her hands and feet let go, then she squirmed. Moving voluntarily since he had tied her. Her anus burned and ached in a way she had never imagined. She heard him in the bathroom, then head into the hall and open one of the doors there. Physically, that had been amazing and painful. Psychologically, it cemented in her mind that she was his property, too, with no rights of her own. He had told her what he was going to do to her and did it, he did not ask for her thoughts or consent. His cum was in her butt, he had claimed her every way he could.
He promised he would do this to her again, and she believed him. She wanted more.
4-Branding
Chester Bradley came back into the room. Emmy turned her head to watch him, but her hair was in the way, and she had no way to move it. The naked slave heard him set down something heavy. She wanted to ask what he was doing.
“This is not quite like your books,” Emmy heard her owner say. The sound of a blow torch being lit brought her to reality. If he wanted to do things to her with that torch, there was nothing she could do. She had to trust him. “We do not do it on the thigh, unlike the Gor books. Short skirts and shorts have moved it somewhere less conspicuous.”