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Slave Island

Date: 6/15/2015, Categories: Fiction, Domination/submission, Humiliation, Male/Teen Female, Rape, Author: Piers, Rating: 85.7, Source: sexstories.com

firm and with well formed nipples. Her hair was long and, with her head drooping forward, fell to touch her breasts. He put his hand under her chin to lift her face. He mouth was full and her lips were naturally red. Her eyes were large and brown. At the moment they looked unfocussed. He judged that she was at the end of her strength. It shouldn’t take too long before she accepted that she was his slave. It might even be before the night was through. He ran his hands over her soft, flawless skin and teased her nipples until they responded. The girl still hung there, almost unaware of what he was doing. “What’s your name?” he asked suddenly, jolting her out of her semi-unconscious state. Without thinking she began to say “Mir” when the word was cut short by a slap. “Slave” he hissed and slapped her again. “What’s your name?” he repeated. Miranda shook her head to try and focus and saw his hand raised again. “Slave” she managed to cry out before his hand hit her cheek. “Again” he snarled and forced to say “slave” over and over again. Trav looked at her thoughtfully but wasn’t convinced that she was totally submissive. He left her hanging there and went outside. The salt air cooled him down after his activity with the girl. He wanted a strong pliant sapling to use to beat her some more. After some searching he found one that was growing out of a crevice in the granite rocks. Using his knife he cut it and peeled off the twigs and the bark. He was satisfied with the sound it made ... as he swung it back and forth. Going back inside, he lifted the girl’s face with his hand under her chin. “Who am I?” he asked. This time she made no mistake and called him “Master.” He then said that he was going to whip her and, each time he whipped her she was to say “Thank you Master.” The whipping started, first on her rump where the bruises from her beating with the belt were beginning to show. He made sure not to break her skin. Cuts would heal but he didn’t want her to be scarred. After a few reminders the poor girl managed to say “Thank you Master” after each lash. After a few minutes he started to lash her belly and breasts. He increased the speed of the strokes, hardly leaving her time to catch her breath before needing to speak again. When his arm got tired Trav stopped. He went to the kitchen and poured himself a glass of water. The exercise had made him thirsty. He wandered back wondering what to do next. Her total submission and nothing less was his goal. Making his decision he untied the rope from the wall and lowered the girl slowly. She slumped to her knees and then continued to fall until she was lying full length on the floor. She lay there unmoving as he untied the rope from her wrists and retied it to her ankles. When her ankles were secure he hauled the rope back until her legs and lower body were in the air. This put the soles of her feet at the height he wanted. He started to beat the soles of her feet with the peeled sapling. From all he’d read, he ...