Little slave

The “Red Beast” series. Just an attempt in this direction. Start.

+ for continuation and – for “not worth it”.

“Tell me at least something about your past,” I said, slowly combing through my red curls. After our little “game” in the bathroom, we lay on the white sheets of her bed and simply enjoyed the pleasant warmth that ran through our bodies in waves. She turned her attractive and playful gaze on me, and then smiled. I always loved her smile... I cannot express in words what mixed feelings immediately arose from her inside. This is peace, tranquility, even a share of gentle warmth.

– Do you really want to know this? – he asked, raising himself on his elbow so that he could see my eyes.

“I really want to know this,” smiling in response, I once again put my hand in her hair. So soft, long and curly. I've always loved redheads. And now in my hands is such a beautiful light of love.

- Well... - the girl drawled, starting her story...

The room somewhat resembled a basement - gray walls, a minimum of furniture and a gloomy atmosphere. It was in this room that a young girl lived. Due to her short haircut, her red hair did not even reach her shoulders, exposing her thin and long neck, wrapped in a black collar with a chain clasp. Her lush and appetizing breasts heaved with difficulty under a tightly tightened black corset, which emphasized all the curves of her beautiful fragile figure. She was tall, slender... Even now, sleeping, she radiated femininity, some kind of alluring passion. The wrists were also wrapped with leather clasps. Perhaps it’s not worth mentioning that the thong covered her charms? No, these ropes simply cannot be called a cover. Because of them, one could easily see all the curves of her lips, her smoothly shaved pubis... Her legs were completely naked and bent at the knees, because of which they hung over the edge of the bed and only barely touched the floor with their toes. It seemed that her dream was so sweet and blameless...

A rough man’s hand squeezed the chest through the strong fabric of the corset and ran along the neck. With a sharp and imperious movement, she turned the sleeping girl's face to look into her eyes, into which sleep began to slowly dissipate.

“It’s not appropriate to greet your master like that,” the man’s voice was low, confident and cold. not a drop of warmth, as if his whole body, movements, gaze are just derivatives of the stone. But in the girl’s eyes there was neither fear nor excitement, but this admiration, this idolatry was clearly visible. Even now, sleepy, she still radiated complete readiness to fulfill this man’s every whim.

“I...” the red-haired beauty began, but a hand immediately covered her mouth.

- We agreed, we will speak when I tell you to speak. – after the girl nodded in confirmation, the hand released her mouth.

“Now we need to meet the guests,” the man began to explain, attaching the chain he brought with him to his neck, “It’s in your best interests to try hard, because I will be very angry if I don’t get this contract.” And you know what happens when I'm not in the mood.

The girl just nodded, tilting her neck back to make it easier to quickly handle the chain.

“Let’s go,” the command was given and the girl, sitting down on all fours, obediently followed the master, like a well-trained dog.

Satisfied and surprising exclamations from the men immediately greeted the appearance of the couple. Some just grinned.

“What a bitch you got yourself,” said one of the full business partners.

“Get up,” the gentleman commanded, as if not paying attention to the comments around him, “bring us something to drink while we discuss all the nuances of the deal here.”

The girl obediently stood up. Her knees were red from such movements, but it did not cause any discomfort. Quite quickly she returned to the room with a bottle of expensive cognac. With a graceful, smooth gait, like a fox that cunningly and quietly steps along the path, she began to approach each man and pour a strong drink into a glass. Not without patting the girl’s firm ass and eloquent glances from burning male eyes. And he, the owner, only coldly watched every action of his maiden and continued to discuss business issues.

“Well,” the man said, closing the door behind his guests and slowly walking towards the girl, “you’ve lulled their sober minds well.”

His hand went over the fragile shoulder and stopped at the neck.

– I don’t want other people to touch you. You are my property. And I don't like sharing. Show how you are ready to serve.

He ​​was still emotionless and cold. But simple words were enough for the girl to know how closely he was connected with her.

Still silent, she just nodded and smiled faintly. Sitting down on her knees, her hands reached for the fastening of his trousers. Quite quickly, the clothes fell to the floor, revealing the man's toned legs and his bulging flesh. The girl’s deft fingers began to caress her stomach, and her lips began to leave wet trails of kisses. Gradually, the caresses began to move closer and closer to the very center of the second male heart. But does this man even have a heart? Instead, there was probably a stone...

The girl’s tongue ran from the base to the very head of his excited flesh. I could feel it starting to get bigger and fill with blood, which meant she was doing everything right. Lush lips began to suck the head while the fingers continued to run along the entire flesh. A slightly salty taste of lubricant appeared on the tongue. The girl had good command of her tongue, so she immediately began to describe circles around the head of his penis. So slowly, without haste, without missing a single bulge or bend... The man’s hand squeezed the hair and literally forced it to go deeper. The girl immediately picked up the tact and began more serious caresses. She let his fairly excited flesh into her hot mouth and began to follow a certain rhythm. But this lasted no more than a minute before the man forced her to stop.

With a jerk, he forced the girl to stand up and pushed her onto the bed. Of course, the fragile body, unable to simply resist, immediately fell on its back into the soft embrace of the sheets. Only a quiet sigh escaped her delicious lips. At this time, the man had already taken out chains, with which he deftly and quickly, thanks to the clasps on his wrists, chained his hands to the iron pipes of the bed. The girl seemed to be crucified on these bedspreads and only raised her eyes to him, full of adoration.

– I want to try something. I think you'll like it. This will be your reward for your excellent work today.

The man’s hand from somewhere took out a phallic-shaped object.

- But the owner... - the girl began in bewilderment, because the size of such a toy is not small, but why if her man’s own “toy” is just as different? But this time the hand was already painfully clenched around the mouth.

– I hate to repeat myself. You yourself are ruining your reward.

And as confirmation of his words, the man quite quickly drove an elongated object into the girl. The red-haired beauty involuntarily howled in surprise, her legs clenched as much as the man between them allowed. My hands clenched into a fist, but I couldn’t move, because they were pulled by chains.

– Quiet. Behave well,” until the girl calmed down, the man continued to move the object inside her.

“That’s nice…” the gentleman praised such humility, then significantly moderated the pace, making it slow, smooth and languid, “now that’s what I, in fact, wanted to try,” said the man and, having settled down, he placed his fairly excited flesh at the entrance to the hot bowels of the girl, the space of which was so filled with the phallic object.

- Come on, I know that your muscles can stretch well. – and the man’s flesh began to slowly sink along with the object.

Now the girl felt like she was literally being impaled. Because of the unpleasant pain, she wanted to ask her to stop, to stop, but she did not want to contradict her man. Yes, his experiments are sometimes so painful, but it was worth it to scream in bliss later. But how can she argue? She has no freedom, no right to vote.

When the man entered completely, the girl exhaled heavily. Her lower abdomen was filled with heat. Even her body began to sweat and tremble a little, but she was silent and continued to wait for the moment when all this would subside and give way to more pleasant impressions.

- Tell me what you feel?

“Pain...” the girl answered barely audibly, opening her eyes, which were already sparkling with droplets of tears.

The man did not answer anything and continued his actions for some time. Quite an unusual sensation. On one side is the hot flesh of the girl, on the other is the ribbed surface of the object. Everything new always attracts. Abruptly the man left his slave. Lifting her higher so that the chains did not strain her arms, but gave her some freedom, he turned the girl over on her stomach and forced her to raise her pelvis. Of course, the crossed arms that pulled the chains were not a pleasant sensation. But how can this compare with the feeling of being submissive, unable to resist the man you love? When in his hands is all the power over you, over your body, over your soul. I want to endure any pain and sweetness, because the main thing is his actions. He is the master and he is the master. The girl only pushed her beard further back and bit her lip when the corset was roughly literally torn apart on her.

The man’s appraising hand walked along the spine and stopped at the neck. Putting one finger behind the collar, the man pulled towards himself, forcing the girl to bend even further. It became harder to breathe, but bearable.

- And now I want you not to hold back and scream. - he said and then...