-- -Prologue -- -

My eighteenth birthday. That's when everything changed. I had been expecting a quiet eventide with my relatives. What I got instead was a night I would never forget. For many reasons. The first of which was the shocking revelation my father had just made.

"I-I'm adopted ?"I stuttered. I was so shocked I could barely mouth. I glanced around at my relation. None of them spoke. They just stood there, waiting to see how I would react to the news.

I glanced at my cousin. He averted his eye, but I could tell it had nothing to do with guilty conscience or empathy. My cousin had never been a nice man. To be honest, he was kind of a dick. My gaze then travelled to my uncle. Unlike his son, he was a kind, caring man. He gave me a reassuring smile. I moved on to my brother. He refused to look at me, no dubiety feeling shamefaced that he was a phallus of the kin by blood while I was one merely by epithet. Finally, my optic landed on my sire. He was the one who had revealed my reliable stemma. If anyone could answer the many inquiry that battled within my principal, he could.

"What's going on ?"I asked nervously. I wanted them to tell me this was some sort of antic, but their expressions said otherwise. This was real. I was adopted.

"I'm sorry,"said my father in a sheepish part. I had never heard him vocalize so unsure. He had always been the stiff, silent type."I wanted to narrate you,"he continued,"but you mother, the adult female that raised you, made me promise to stay fresh it a secret."He paused at the memory of his departed wife. She has passed six years ago."She didn't want you to feel like you didn't belong. You are a member of this family, no topic what."

I desperately wanted to believe my father, yet there was something that didn't add up.

"Why did you tell me ?"I asked. He had made a deathbed hope. Why ravish his wife's memory board by breaking his give-and-take ?

My father took a sip from the bubbly flute glass he held. Remembering I had one of my own, I quickly drained it. It was a distraction I no longer needed. My relatives did the Lapp. None of us took the time to enjoy it.

"It's complicated,"finally admitted my father."There's something about your mother, your birthmother, you should know…"He stopped talking. I assumed he was trying to get the proper words to break the news to me. Or so I thought until I looked at him.

His sassing were still moving. I strained to listen, yet I couldn't hear a single word he spoke. In fact, I couldn't hear anything else either. Not the euphony that had up until moments before filled the air. Not my relatives clearing their throats nervously as my Padre prepared to shatter my world. I had lost the power to hear.

Then my brain started spinning and my vision darkened. That was when I truly started to panic. I struggled to remain just, but my symmetry was compromised. I'm not sure how it happened, but one second I was standing up, and the next I was sprawled across the trading floor. The utmost thing I saw before passing out was my begetter's worried expression hovering over me. Then everything turned black.


-- -Dominated by My cousin -- -

I awoke to complete obscurity. No affair where I looked, I saw only darkness. I tried sitting up, but my head was spinning so much I had to save low for fear of loosening my balance. So there I lay, staring up at nix but darkness. My head soon began to throb. It made my position even more cheerless, yet also helped prove I was still alive. There was just too much for pain for this to be a mere pipe dream. Just in lawsuit, I pinched myself. Nothing. This—whatever this was—was real.

I'm not sure how long I lay there. metre is impossible to calculate when you're surrounded by complete duskiness. I only know my headache eventually faded and my dizziness passed. In no time I was sitting up. It wasn't until I tried getting up that something new was revealed.

A rattling dissonance was heard as something tugged on my articulatio talocruralis. I carefully reached down and felt around. My hands soon reached something cold. Metal. A band of it encircled my articulatio talocruralis. To it was attached was what felt like a heavy chain. My heart skipped a beat when I realized what that meant. I was being held imprisoned. I grabbed the chain and tugged on it. After a few endorsement of tugging, it was pulled tight. I pulled with all my strength, but it would not agitate. My pump now racing, I dropped the chair and struggled to take out the metal bracelet that kept me bound to the chain.

It was useless.

I scanned the duskiness, but still there was nothing. I struggled some more with the chain, but it was useless. I eventually decided to do the only if thing I had yet to try.

"I anybody there ?"I croaked. There was no solvent. Only the slight replication of my scared vocalisation. I tried again, this time more forcefully. Still nothing.

My adjacent move was to remain firm up and explore my surroundings. I was planning on wandering around with my subdivision outstretched in front of me. Hopefully I would reach a wall or stumble across something of use.

I didn't. Not because there was nothing there, but because a light suddenly emerged from the duskiness. It hung from the roof, burning like a grand Lord's Day. I glanced up at it. Bad motility. I was instantly blinded and lost all ability to see for a few seconds. I shielded my eyes until they had grown accustomed to the new firing. I prayed I would now be able to see my surroundings. No such luck.

The light that hovered above me cast a limited glowing. A circle of floor had been revealed. Everything within it was now visible, including me. Beyond it stood nothing but swarthiness. I took a moment to canvas what little I could now see.

The first thing I noticed was my clothes. Or rather lack thereof. My centre widened in impact and veneration as I glanced down at my naked physical body. My regard landed on my chirpy tit. I had always been very proud of them, only now I would have got given anything to keep them hidden. I tried using my long, blond hair's-breadth, but it was slightly too short. I eventually gave up and moved on. My gaze soon reached my pussy. The slew of my clean-shaven pussy made my adrenaline point spike. I eyed my depress sass for a consequence before regretting my aversion for pubic hair. I now would have done anything for a little protection. I considered using my hired hand to cover myself up, but there seemed to be no one else here.

Once I had accepted my deficiency of clothes, I moved on to one of the other two items contained with the circle of light. The first was a bed. It stood roughly three foundation off the ground and was made of some sort of faux leather. It looked like those beds you see at the doctor's office. Only there was no paper sheeting in sight.

Next to the bed stood a medical instrument trolley. Silver in coloring material, the metal trolley had only one shelf. On it stood an variety of devices. I had to cringe closed to identify them. I regretted it as soon as their true up nature was revealed.

The trolley was overflowing with an assortment of sexual contraptions. There were spare old sex toys like dildos and stooge chew. But there were also paw turnup, ball gags and whips ; floggers and massive strapons ; lubricator of all form and an categorisation of mammilla clamps. I couldn't think of a single sex toy that was not represented here.

My presence there was becoming increasingly decipherable. I had no idea how I had gotten there or even where there was, yet I could severalise my stay here would not be an pleasurable one. I tried not to think about the fact those miniature would most likely be used on me. I also did my well to push aside the fact I was still a virgin. But no matter how hard I tried, those were the only kind of intellection I had.

I was so busy freaking out I almost didn't notice the movement in the corner of my eye. Almost. I turned just in meter to see a shape emerge from the swarthiness. It was a man. My core leaped in my chest. I took a step back, but tripped on my chains and fell to the ground. My ankle was slightly sore, but it didn't seem to be broken.

I brought my attention back to the man. Now that he stood within the band of visible light, I was able to get a near look at him. I was slightly surprised to get word we had quite a lot in commons. We were both naked, strong-armer he wore a hat. Actually, it was a stylish trilby. Because the light came from above, his fount remained bathed in shadow. The Lapplander could not be said for the rest of his body.

The mystery man appeared to be quite young. His muscular figure seemed to belong to a man in his early mid-twenties. It also indicated he took exceedingly good care of his dead body. Under dissimilar fortune, I may have been attracted to him. But given the perilousness of my situation, the last matter on my creative thinker was the man's lack of clothes. Well, second last. It was a perpetual battle to go along from staring at his exposed member.

I expected the man to step closer, but he just stood there, staring at me. At least I assumed that's what he was doing, but it was inconceivable to tell. I knew there was no detail in running, so I just sat there, waiting for something to take place. I'm not sure how foresightful we stood there, staring at each early, but my cigarette had fallen asleep by the time he finally spoke.

"Stand up,"he said. His spokesperson was mysterious. It sounded slightly fellow, but I assumed that was simply my subconscious'way of humanizing him. If I felt like I knew him, perhaps I could convince him to release me.

"Why am I here ?"I asked. I didn't stand.

The man didn't answer.

"Stand up,"he repeated in a tranquilize voice. Once again, it sounded familiar.

"No,"I shot back. I'm not sure why I was being so defiant. Perhaps it was simply because I was tired of being kept in the wickedness. First my father disclosure I was adopted and now this. No, I'd had enough. It was time for me to recapture command of my destiny.

The man didn't seem impressed by my rejection. He turned to the pawn trolley and scanned it for a mo before picking out an item. Only when he turned to me did I substantiate it was a whip. He held the handle and let the eternal sleep fall to the floor. With a moving-picture show of the radiocarpal joint, he sent the ship flying. It happened so fast all I saw was a fuzz. I heard a crack and the next thing I knew my cheek was burning. Tears filled my heart, but I pushed them back.

I stood up. The man rolled up the whip. He then beckoned me forward with his forefinger. I hesitated for a moment before approaching the naked man. As I neared more of him was revealed. Eventually, ignoring his prick became unimaginable. The number 1 thing I noticed was its engorged state. It was not fully erect, but it was quickly nearing that dot. The sight of my bare body clearly had quite an effect on the man. The 2d thing I noted was the size of it of the member. It wasn't exactly diminutive, yet nor was it massive. It was… intermediate. Under pattern circumstances, I may throw been disappointed by this, but given the stream billet I was thrilled by the discovery. At to the lowest degree as thrilled as a young virgin can be when faced with the concept of rapine. Actually,"colza"is not exactly the right Holy Writ."Forced intercourse"would probably be to a greater extent accurate. Or perhaps"sexual blackmail ”. But, no issue what you call it, I was about to give birth sex for the very world-class time and I was terrified.

I tore my gaze away from the man's putz and focused on his boldness. I was only a few groundwork away now, but his feature of speech still remained bathed in darkness. The light had clearly been setup to hold back my captor's identity. That was good intelligence. If I had been allowed to see his fount, my hazard of survival would have dropped drastically. I could have made a motion for the fedora, but that would birth been reckless. The safest thing I could do was play along and trust an escape opportunity presented itself.

"kneel,"said the man, putting an end to my pondering.

care nip through me. There could only be one reason why I would be asked to do such a thing. It was sexual in nature. I was terrified of what would happen next, but the whip in the man's bridge player convinced me to run along. At least for now.

"snatch it,"he instructed as soon as I was in position. He was pointing to his now fully erect member. I had been expecting this, but it nonetheless filled me with fear.

"Please don't do this,"I begged. The man didn't budge."I'm a virgin,"I quickly added, hoping it would convince him to publish me. It didn't.

"I know."That was all he said. A expectant silence followed this statement. My theory about this man being an conversancy of mine was looking Sir Thomas More and more plausible. But why would somebody I know do this to me.

"Who are you ?"I asked.

The man didn't resolution immediately.

"That is irrelevant,"he eventually said."You only need to know I am doing this for your own good…"there was a short intermission during which I felt like he wanted to say something else. He didn't.

I didn't know what to say, so I said nil. This man didn't seem as dangerous as I had first believed. In fact, he sounded almost remorseful. Perhaps I could use that to my advantage.

"Please let me do,"I pleaded. I slowly stood up, hoping the man's scruples would redeem me. It didn't.

I was slapped across the side. Hard. My face stung and I fell back down to my knees.

"I-I'm sorry,"apologized the man."But I can not give up you to leave. Not until…"He never finished his sentence. There was no indigence. We both knew what was about to occur, only now I no longer get laid if the man truly believed in what he was doing. Unfortunately, it was realise he would not let that stop him.

"catch it,"instructed the man. This sentence he didn't bother pointing to his member.

This was it. The here and now I had been waiting for my entire animation was finally here. I was about to have my world-class sexual experience. It was nix like I thought my first clock time would be like, but if I wanted to bear a bit one, it was in my sound interestingness to take on along. Hopefully that would keep open my capturer's ira payoff from surfacing.

I inhaled deeply and expulsed the air from my lungs, calming myself. I was still terrified, but my hands no longer shook as I reached for the phallus that stood before me. I was slightly surprised when my digit first made tangency with it. It was far red-hot than I had anticipated. It was still slightly soft, but I knew that would change soon enough.

"relocation your hand back and forth,"instructed the man once my digit were wrapped around his shaft.

It may consume been my inaugural time, giving a man a handjob was quite simple. All I had to do was slide my fingers up and down the stallion length of the shot. After only a few diagonal, the extremity was hard as John Rock. Whoever this man was, he clearly enjoyed the fashion in which I handled his cock.

"Faster,"he instructed. I increased the focal ratio. I was surprised by how easy it was. With each passing day that I remained a virgin, sex seemed like an increasingly impossible thing. Yet all I had to do was move my hand back and forth. Had it not been for the fact that I was being held against my will and push to perform my beginning sexual acts upon a man that felt oddly familiar, this may have been gratifying. In fact, the slightest amount of joy had crept into my body and now began to blend with the dread that filled me. My first instinct was to campaign it, but I realized it would only make affair easier for me. I chose to let is spread through me.

By the time my captor's member came to life, I had accepted my fate. I wasn't exactly having a majuscule meter, but I had acknowledged that the only way to get through this was to act as along and pray I would be set unblock once it was all over. That was the only when matter that kept me going.

The man's cock shook and trembled. I was so focused on keeping my fear under control that I didn't understand what was happening before it was too late. By the sentence it dawned on me that he was moments away from climax, there was null I could do about it.

The man grunted, and his knees went weak, but he remained upright. His shaft trembled in my mitt for a second base longer before something shot out of it. It flew through the air. It seemed to remain debar there for a second, but then clock time caught up to it and it flew on, hitting me square in the face. An inch lower and it would have entered my mouth. I immediately sealed my rim. My oculus quickly followed.

It wasn't until two more blobs of liquid hit me that I finally understood what was happening. The man was coming… on me. My first thinking was to deplume away, but the man reached down and grabbed my articulatio radiocarpea. He held it pixilated and kept my manus moving up and down the length of his shaft. I struggled to offend free, but he only squeezed tighter. I stopped fighting.

I just sat there as the man shot his shipment all over me. almost of it hit me in the face, but some hit my shoulders and a few squirts even landed on my boob. It was an odd, and surprisingly pleasurable, feeling. Nonetheless, I was totally freaked out. My beginning sexual encounter had ended with me being covered in a stranger's ejaculate. It was not exactly what I had in mind when I imagined my first base time with a man.

I crumbled to the soil when the man finally released me. My wrist was sore, but I knew there was no permanent impairment. At least not to my eubstance. My ego was another story altogether. I had been struggling between what was right and what was safe for quite some time. I had chosen the safe itinerary, but as I lay there, covered in a alien's cum, I began to fear I had made the wrong alternative. The thought process barely had clip to creep into me that I was already making my move.

As soon as the cum had been wiped away, I sprung to my feet. Once glance at my captor told me he was still weak from his late orgasm. Perfect. The chain that kept me confined vanished into the darkness. I followed it, hoping beyond Hope that finding its source would top me to freedom. It wasn't exactly a full plan, but it was the alone one I had.

It took a minute for my eyes to aline to the duskiness that surrounded me. When inside the rope, what lay beyond the get down remained hidden in darkness, but now that I was outside the circle, I was capable to see my surround for the very low time. They were gloomy, but seeable enough for me to get a genial picture of my prison house. It was a knit elbow room with brick rampart and a cement floor. There was only one threshold. It stood in one of the corners. The chain that kept me captive was connected to the bulwark. It was attached to some weird mechanism that ran along a metal railing that stood halfway up the paries. I had never seen such a contraption before, but its social occasion was unmortgaged. The chemical mechanism ran along the track, allowing me to travel freely around the room while still keeping me chained up. The rail vanished behind the door, no incertitude continuing beyond it. Whatever this place was, it was definitely not a adept place.

That was my final thought before a powerful pair of hands grabbed me from behind. I fought back, but the hands were powerful and dragged me back to the lap of light. I was blinded for a few seconds, which gave my captor enough time to take in his move. By the time my middle got accustomed to the new lighting, I was handcuffed to the metal chassis that held up the bed. I was bent-grass over the sharpness of it, with my hands cuffed in forepart of me and my ass suspension over the edge. The fake leather material that made up the bed felt cold against breast and stomach. A shiver ran through me.

"Let me go,"I demanded. I fought to disclose absolve, but it was useless. The bed was bolted to the ground. I wasn't going anywhere. I eventually calmed down and glanced back at the man. He stood behind me, stroking his cock. He was getting ready.

There was nothing I could do to end what was coming. I could squall, but that wouldn't assist. I could try and break spare, but the cuffs were warm and the bed frame sturdy. I could beg, that that was out of the doubtfulness. I would not give him the expiation. All I could do was grit my teeth and bear through it.

I glanced away. I didn't want to see it coming. I closed my eyes. I was in total wickedness again. I felt condom there. For now. I kept my eyes shut and tried to clear my mind. These were my final instant of peacefulness before the horrors to come and I was determined to love them. I inhaled deeply, held my breath for a second, then exhaled. My heart rate gradually slowed. I took another deep intimation. My appendage stopped trembling. By the third intake of air, I was completely relaxed. That's when he struck.

My captor's hired hand made contact with my skin, and a tremble of fear rippled through me. He grabbed my waist. I had promised myself to persist calm and play along, but that was no longer an selection. Adrenaline surged through me, awakening my survival instinct. I would not sit idly by while this man took my virginity. I would fight, even if it was the last affair I ever did.

I fought relentlessly, using every skill at my disposal. I kicked and bucked ; I squirmed and contorted ; I screamed and shrieked. I even tried insulting the man, but nothing worked. The man was simply too strong. I fought as hard as I could, but he eventually managed to pin me to the table. I couldn't move. This was it. I had failed.

The man leaned forward, pressing his tummy to my book binding. His hint tickled my neck opening as his backtalk neared my ear.

"calm down,"he whispered. He didn't say it in a minacious way, he was simply stating a fact. This would go a lot fluent if I just let it hap. As often as I hated to admit it, he was good. I tried to break unloosen one last time. When that failed, I gave up and slumped down onto the table.

After the longest three seconds of my spirit, something made liaison with my labia. It was the tip of his rooster. One thrust and my innocence would be gone. I hoped he would involve things decelerate. He didn't.

He jerked forward with all his might. And just like that, I was no longer a virgin.

"Fuck !"I yelped. Every utmost inch of the man's cock was now inside me. I had been pleasuring myself regularly for many years, yet I had never felt this full. My pussy was stretched to its very point of accumulation. It was so close-fitting around my captor's member that I feared it would leave me ruined for aliveness. Pain knocked at the door of my soul, begging to get in. Tears filled in my eyes, but not a unmarried one rolled down my impudence. Every muscle in my body was taught with fear. But I was all right.

Then he pulled out and all hell broke loose. He started fucking me. Each one of his driving force sent a trouble cry flying past my sass. Each time his balls smacked against my tegument, a tear rolled down my nerve. Each prison term he grunted from the crusade, another wave of nuisance washed over me.

My captor dominated like I had never been dominated before. He pounded me like a savage animate being. What little hope I had once harbored that he was in fact a nice guy was gone. All I now felt for him was hatred. I hated the fashion in which his shaft drilled me. I despised the grunts that escaped him each clock time he forced himself into me. I couldn't stand the feel of his hands on me, yet there was nix I could do about it.

I lay there and took it. There was nothing I could do to stop him. Fighting was useless. My just alternative was to retreat into myself and hope my torture would soon end. I went to my happy place. The hone little world I had built for myself was invaded every clip my captor's member penetrated me, but it was the unspoilt I could hope for. I eventually forgot about the pain the crippled me. The humiliation also faded. Only the anger remained. But there was something else there. It took a while before I managed to describe it. When I finally did, my respite came to an disconnected end.

I emerged from my felicitous property, only to disclose quite a lot had changed. I was no longer crippled with pain in the neck. In fact, the painful sensation was all but gone. My bout had also stopped. Even the whimpers had ceased. But the most disgraceful part of all was the one thing that was not there before.

Arousal.

I refused to believe it at kickoff, but the harder my captor rode me, the Sir Thomas More of it there was. Before long, it became impossible for me to deny. As a lot as I hated myself for it, I was enjoying myself. What had begun as a rape—or sexual blackmail, if you prefer—had somehow mutated into something far worse. It had become… consensual.

I tried to fight back the sexual thirstiness that gnawed at my inside, but no matter how intemperately I tried, each one of my lover's—that's right, he had become my lover—thrusts lured more foreplay to my body. And there was nothing I could do about it. But that didn't keep me from trying.

I fought for as foresighted as I could. But when groan started flowing past my rim, I was forced to accept licking. I still felt guilty for enjoying what should suffer been the 1 forged here and now of my biography, yet I loved every second of it. I welcomed my lover's cock with a lubricious groan. A moan of despair followed each one of his drug withdrawal. I was hooked and only one thing could put an end to my infatuation.

Climax.

The thinking repulsed me, yet it was inevitable. I could already feel the coming growing within me. It was only a matter of prison term before it overpowered me. And once that happened, all hope of coming out of this with my pride intact would be gone. On the asset face, giving in to my sexual hunger would turn a horrific ordeal into an enjoyable—or at least bearable—experience. Since the choice was not mine to prepare, I decided to accept my fate and make the most of it. As freaked out as I was, I gave in to my sexual cravings.

I moaned. I begged for more. I squirmed in delight. In response, my lover savagely pounded me, his oink filling the air each metre he entered me. Every so often he would slap my ass, but the annoyance was only temporary. In fact, I rather enjoyed it. Had I not been so aroused, I probably would have been ashamed of such a realization.

After what felt like an eternity, it finally happened. I climaxed. It hit me with such forcefulness I almost lost consciousness. It took every last shred of willpower I had, but I continued moaning at the top of my lungs as the orgasm tore through me. My body began to tremble. My head was thrust back by the sheer go of the hammer. My eyes rolled back in my head. My back arched to such an extent that my white meat left the imitation leather bed.

Then something unexpected happened. I started to squirt. I had climaxed hundreds of times in my life, yet not once had I squirted. Until now. I don't know if it was the perversity of the office. Or the fact that I was being ridden by a complete stranger—unless I somehow figured out why his voice sounded so familiar. All I knew for sure was that I had never been this happy.

I wailed at the top of my lungs as his hot nectar gushed out of me. It splashed onto my devotee and ran down my thighs. Some of it even made it all the way to the story. At to the lowest degree I think it did, but it was hard to tell because the orgasm had grown so intense I blacked out. The last thing I thought was, he's coming. But I wasn't meant to revel the look of his hot ejaculate filling me up, because the globe around me faded moments after his first squirt was released. And just like that, I was swallowed by darkness for the umpteenth time that day.

When I came to, my head was spinning. Thankfully, a few deep breathing place took care of that. I was still quite weak, but I was capable to open my eyes and look around. This brought me to my next realization. I was no longer cuff to the bed. Instead, I sat future to it, my back resting against its systema skeletale. My capturer stood before me. He was still panting heavily, which told me I wasn't out for long. His half-erect member helped raise this theory.

I took a moment to take farm animal of what I had just been through. Not only had I lost my virginity, but I had enjoyed it. spoiled even, I had let a complete unknown take my innocence. Or so I thought until the man reached for the fedora he still wore. My pump skipped a beat. Was I finally going to see my captor's true identicalness ? Would I finally figure out why his voice wounded so familiar ? What about the C of other questions that threatened to detonate my mind ? Would they be answered as well ?

I watched in a mixture of anticipation and apprehensiveness as the man's finger's breadth neared the Stetson. What if I didn't like what I saw ? What if I preferred the man's identity remain a hush-hush ? Unfortunately, the alternative was not mine to make.

My capturer took hold of his hat and slowly removed it. He lowered it in such a way that his face was still hidden. It wasn't until it dropped past his Kuki that I finally got my first tone at the man who had just taken my virginity. My eyes widened in disbelief as I suddenly realized why his vox sounded so intimate. I knew him. Actually, it was more than that. I was related to him. At least that's what I would have thought had I not recently learned I was adopted. Nonetheless, the man standing before me still felt like family to me. We may not give birth shared the Sami lineage, but to me he would forever be my cousin.

To be continued ...