With three men that were at to the lowest degree 6 ft tall and about 200 Ezra Pound each were standing in front of me, I knew fighting would be useless. Realization dawned on me ; I was going to be taken and I had no choice in the issue. I read once that if you stress about something, you put yourself through it twice. With some knowledge on being captured, fighting only makes matter tough. Going quietly was my best bet. I put my hands up in surrender to them, and my head down in surrender to myself. No more freedom ; that much was sure.

The bigger of the three threw me over his berm and began walking, taking me out of my domicile, with the former two following closely behind. No doubt ensuring that if I had tried anything, they would be quick to stop me. The male carrying me practically threw me into a car and climbed in after me. Still, I hadn't flinched or said a Bible. I was determined to not pass on them a atonement they could have craved and wanted from me losing it. I assumed I wasn't theirs since they were clearly the 'pick up'crew, but they are men, let's be good. They would probably look at every chance they could to own me. I was already about to be owned, I wasn't going to let them have me too. I had to sustain some semblance of my dignity ; it just had to be silent.

Once the other two climbed in, the melanize SUV started to pull off, and I watched as my familiar home started to range behind me, doing my damned best not to cry. One of the men started to stick my wrist, and again, I didn't scrap. I let him, not even looking at him. Surprisingly, he hadn't covered my mouth with anything. Although, it was probably because I was understood already. They had zilch to worry about at this point.

I thought about how these men probably had families and were doing their chore. to the highest degree wouldn't have actually thought it that way, seeing how psychologically, most would be just thinking of their at hand demise ; but I was a different cookie. You had to let things be. Sometimes, you just have no control. Realizing that makes situations that you're out of ascendence of helps your own cause.

We drove for what seemed no time at all, and no one touched me besides bounding me. When we stopped, I was taken out of the SUV, and put in a black Hummer reaching limo. The import I got in, there was a mattress on the level of the vehicle. And not like in the film where it's laden with dirt and a good deal from a previous interlocking, but brand new with beautiful bootleg and red canvas and a pillow. They placed me on the mattress and quietly yet sternly commanded"don't move."And so of course, I didn't.

Now I felt a piffling exposed. I was wearing my black silk robe that I normally wore around the house with zip but a inkiness silk slip on underneath. On top of that, I was sitting on a mattress in a limo, with three guy cable sitting around me, just staring. Whoever it was coming to claim me, I hoped to hell they were arriving soon.

Just as I thought that, the door opened. A male climbed inside with a black Armani suit on and sat in the seat right in front end of me.

"Well hello there, puppy."He said with the most gorgeous British accent I had ever heard. The British weren't really my style ; they just weren't that attractive to me. This guy though, was absolutely beautiful. His heart crystal blue, hair as opprobrious as my gown and chemise. He was thin but slightly built, as if to just keep up his health, and not at all addicted to fitness. The top release of his stark clean shirt was opened, and his glowering hair stuck out against his idle cutis. To top it all off, he looked at me as if he had been waiting for me. And now, he was claiming me. I don't know how or why, but I was fucking wet. I shouldn't be. This man just abducted me out of my home so he could own me, and called me puppy. Yet, I wanted to bend over for him and reserve him to take me however he chose.

"You're quiet,"he pointed out."well-nigh would be fighting for their libber independence. severalize me why. Are you enjoying this ? Has this been a private desire you were too afraid to allow in, even to yourself ?"

Shakily inside, but surprisingly stabilise aloud, I replied :"no pointedness in scrap, sir."I wouldn't dare admit to being wet. I'm sure his explorations would kick in me away, and that's how I was going to allow that to pass off.

"Smart girl,"he smiled wider. As if that was even a theory. He wanted meekness, not a fight. Good. Because he wasn't getting it. I had to keep as much command as potential, even if that meant psychologically.

Silence loomed over me. His eyes roamed me from psyche to toe. I knew I had something going for me, with my natural brownish hairsbreadth with svelte born red highlight ; average build ( I like wetback ), three-bagger D sized bosom. I was only 5'3, but my ramification made up for most of my height, which turned almost men on.

His low eyes met the chocolate-brown eyes that matched my whisker, and he stared at me for what seemed ilk timelessness. Still trying to maintain my inner control condition, I stared back. I wouldn't let him have the submission he wanted from me. At least not yet. transmit the message it was going to be difficult to try and separate me down to build me up to his specifications.

Still, without saying a parole, he leaned over and untied the sash to my gown."This will not do,"he finally said."Take the robe off, but leave that dashing teddy on."

Without interrogative sentence, I slowly took the gown off, hoping to establish his expectation, but not too long that it would anger him. Balance.

Clearly showing that I wasn't sure where to put the robe, he held his script out and I carefully placed the silk into his helping hand."That's better, Puppy."Another run of juice came from my betraying pussy. How in the blaze was that name turning me on ? It was so ugly.

"I can smell you. You want this. Bend over, facing the front of the vehicle."His voice calm, yet demanding. I did as I was told. To add more,"shoulder joint down, ass up."I was so ferment on now. Just teasingly exposed to him, due to my teddy reaching just under my ass boldness. It was right there in battlefront of him, yet he couldn't see it.

As if he read my idea, I felt him use just two fingers to countermand the Hem of my teddy right above my face."Beautiful,"he whispered into the crevice between my legs. I felt his hint on my aching puss, wanting him to rival me. And not in any specific way. This man could do whatever he wanted and I'd accept.

My unharmed sprightliness I had been a feminist first. Demanding the like respect a man would and cipher more. Balance. Yet, in this very moment, I would allow this man to take me to points of his alternative.

"I have been waiting for you Thomas More than a millennia."He continued to talk into my kitty. I could find him breathing still, in and out ; warm and moth-eaten.

I felt him slowly take a hold of my second joint from the front and pull my ramification apart slightly."So wet,"he pointed out. His olfactory organ brushed my kitty rim, and it took everything I had not to groan. He had barely touched me and I was cook to light apart.

It was prison term to include to myself that I was absolutely into this, and there was no more fighting the thoughts. Yet, I still wouldn't let him see me submit. Scientifically, when a woman is touched, she gets wet. Not a definite mansion. Deliberate actions give away to true up desires.

This was definitely being done purposefully. Him teasing me. He wanted my reactions to his tinge. I wanted to give it to him. To grant into him. I shouldn't, but I was so fold to giving in."Hold out a fiddling bit longer, champ. Keep teasing him back,"I encouraged myself.

rightfulness when I started to feel more strength, the tip of his spit touched my hooded clit, and ran it from there, across the length of my lips - never inside - teasing the patch between my cunt and my ass, finishing with my asshole, paying exceptional attention there. Never incoming, but just enough pressure to nominate me wrestle. Shit.

"There you are, Puppy. I knew you'd like that."He did it again, just as agonizingly irksome as terminal sentence. I moaned in my throat, fighting to keep it from reaching my lips. Not. Yet.

This prison term, when his mouth touched me, he pushed his glossa just enough to open my slit lips to expose the wetness inside them. His tongue then dipped inside and explored my soft tunnel as if searching for something. I moaned aloud, pushing into his oral fissure, wanting more. He defeated me. I defeated myself. His manpower gripped my thighs tighter, and in response to yet another moan, he dipped his clapper further inside. Somehow, his tongue was so trench it hit my g-spot and I cried out. It was his number to moan into my pussy, and I almost fell apart. Just like that, his aspect was gone, leaving me wanting, needing more. I wiggled my ass in petition, but he never returned.

"Get out,"he growled and it dawned on me that the three men who captured me were still present. They watched it all. Witnessed another man ravish my pussy.

I heard the threshold surface and close. We were alone. I was spun around and now on my back, my stifle up but closed together, now feeling humiliated. When the car began to move, I still was unsure of the next actions that would conduct place, but the man sat back on the behind, licking his mouthpiece clean and jerk, looking at me. Watching carefully.

"bedspread eagle,"he quietly demanded, and I did as I was told. He then looked between my ramification at my crocked and swollen pussycat, never moving his middle away. I watched his intrigued face.

"Until we leave this vehicle, you are free to speak as you wish. You may ask me anything, and I will reply honestly."

"What is your gens ?"

"Lucifer,"he emphasized.

okey, wait. Seriously ? I was at a loss. I had a million questions and yet I couldn't ask any of them. Was this guy mad ? Was he really the B. B. King of underworld ? The angel plaster cast from the heavens ? No way. Those are just write up, aren't they ?

He must have seen the facial expression on my cheek, because he smiled like earlier."Yes. I truly exist. And I have absolutely waited billion of long time for you. time means naught to you footling humans. For me, it's been agonizingly painful."

"What do you mean by 'you 've been waiting for me ?'Who could I possibly be to you ?"

"Once upon a time, before I was cast to Hell, I was promised a woman made only for me. As I was being damned, the promise remained ; the stop was I had to hold back. And wait I did. You're more beautiful and perfect than I had anticipated."

"Why me ?"

"It has goose egg to do with whom you are as a human, or whom you've fought to become. It's not a subject of why. It just is."

"I have heard that too many time in the Christian religion ; just believe."

He laughed at this."Christian also has nix to do with it. Jesus never happened. There was only a egotistical creator. There is no meaning. There is no why. Only how. What other questions do you have ?"

"You own me."I said more as a statement than a question.

"Yes. But you also own me. We shall run sin together. Bare children. And no, before you ask, there is no such thing as an anti-christ. No war. No disclosure or end of days."

"Where are we going ?"

"wealthy person you not been listening ? Hell, Puppy."

"Why 'Puppy'?"

"Everything must give a import for you. It's your sobriquet. Get used to it. It's not demeaning I swear it."

"Please bear upon me again."WHAT ? I hadn't meant to say that aloud. Had I ? The smirk on my proprietor 's face said I indeed had asked him to.

"Not yet, love. Soon enough. All of your darkest desires will be met."His eyes darkened at that command, and I wanted to both hide somehow and bounce with excitation. I was wet, yet again.

He smiled a knowing grinning as if he already knew I liked that and the will of it was just substantiation he was right. He knew me. Knew what I wanted and had only touched me once.

"We're here."He stated. Lucifer got out of the limo and turned around to reach out his paw. This was it. I could fight. At least try to. Or, I could acquire his hand and take over my luck. Without thinking any long, I took his hand and let him take me out of the limo.

I stepped out to see a hamlet and attempted to stifle a laugh, but the chuckle was clear.

"Yes, we enter through a crossroad. induce your fun."He put his helping hand on my back and we walked through the route heading towards a woods. The moment we walked between two tree we were instantly somewhere else.

Darkness consumed something inside me. Not danger, and I could see everything. But a feeling. Almost intimate as if I'd felt it before. It was if we were in the same post before, in the timber, yet a dissimilar, I don't know, realm ? The tree diagram looked to be hundreds of years old, and still filled with sprightliness. The sun was still there and blocked by the trees, yet tinted crimson. Not what I expected Hell to look like by any mean value. In the secrecy between us, I could hear nature.

"clear your mind, Puppy. What you read about were just stories made up to create you believe in something fictional. Things prosper in perdition. The wicked are not on this plane. That's why they call it the 'pit of Hell'."

What was there to say ? Nothing ; and so I didn't speak. I kept walking with him until we hit a clearing with what looked like a Dracula mansion. Huge, brick with steeple. Not tortuous or abandoned. Yet glum. The darkness seemed to never fade.

"Welcome domicile,"he whispered in my ear.

When we entered Old Nick's base, it was almost advanced yet old fashioned inside. There were old paintings from years before my time and further back to clock time I hadn't known existed. The story were marble and the furniture is what was modern font. A red daybed lounge was up against one side of a wall while there was modern chichi hot seat on the other side. chandelier marked the ceilings that we're absolutely gorgeous. I would consume never in a million years been able to afford even one of them.

The steps Devil was leading me to curve loosely and I was literally in awe. He led me up the steps and turned left. There was a door at the end of the hall that we were clearly heading for. We stopped right at the door. Before we entered, he turned to appear at me, and smiled that mephistophelian grin ( pun absolutely intended ), then turned back and opened the door.

The first base matter I noticed was the bed. It was definitely a California King with silk pitch-dark sheets and a poster including the black-market curtains that were drawn to go with it. Everything was black. The window drape, the carpet, even the wall and piece of furniture. There was a chandelier suspension above me. Seems like he's into those, but no ailment here.

Devil picked me up and threw me on the bed, and in an instant, he was on top of me.

"Now, where were we."He said almost as if he was hungry.

Immediately, one of his custody grabbed the backbone of my hair, while the other was ripping my teddy off. His mouth met mine, and I responded. Hell, if I wasn't going anywhere, and he technically owned me, might as well let this bump, right ?

The hand that ripped my teddy pulled one of my second joint open, and he started grinding into me. I met him with my pelvis, pushing, wanting more. It caused Lucifer to groan into my rima oris, which was my boost to get more into it. My hired hand started roaming. From his rachis to his hair, I held on, begging for more. I found his thorax trying to necessitate his suit jacket off, but he stopped me.

"Not yet, Puppy. I control things here. You'll come the way I make you."He began to buss me again, allowing me to at least run my fingers through his hair again and continue to grind with him. His tongue found mine and we danced in each other's mouths.

The manus that was holding my second joint reached up and found one nipple and began to play. He ran his finger on it until it was hard, then began to abstract it a bit just to cause a tittle of pain. I jumped a piddling but enjoyed it. His fingers then went to my soaking wet pussy and just lightly brushed the wetness. They went back to my nipple and the coldness wetness felt so skilful.

I was writhing and moaning in his rima oris. I would ask please if I could, but his tongue never left my mouth. And then he was no farseeing on top of me. I shook with need, and he stood in forepart of the bed, smiling that grin, beginning to require his clothes off. He did it slowly ; agonizingly. Torturous man.

When he removed his pant, I could see the bulge in his packer briefs. He was big. Like big. I didn't think this man would fit inside me. Another knowing smile and he took his underwear off. I swear it was at to the lowest degree 9 inch in duration and 3 in around.

Again, that grinning."Come, now. You didn't think the Martin Luther King Jr. of Hell was packing it ? I will admit I've had many devotee over the years between men and cleaning woman, and yet, they all accommodated, as you will. Don't swither. I'll be gruntle. At first."

With that, he climbed back on top of me, grabbed my hair once more and kissed me one Sir Thomas More meter. He let go and moved down so he was on his knees in front end of me. Lucifer rubbed his huge cock up and down my cunt, his eyes never leaving mine. He lifted one of my second joint up and began to slowly enter inside of me. Instantly, with just his head, I felt the stretching. It wasn't painful, but I definitely felt the atmospheric pressure and was grateful for his benignity to go slow up at first. Literally at first.

After maybe two inches we're inside of me, he slammed all of the quietus of him to the hilt. I felt a little infliction that prison term, and my half cry, one-half moan made it pretty obvious. He leaned down and whispered"I told you it would accommodate."

He stayed there, not moving. I assumed he was waiting for the queue that he was practiced to go, but I assumed incorrectly. Before I had a opportunity to do anything, he pulled almost all the way out. Instead of slamming back in like I had expected, he slowly entered back in, again to the hilt. I moaned again and met him with my pelvic arch asking for more.

Still holding my thigh, he pushed it back so my knee joint met my breast and began to slowly thrusting, looking into my middle."So tight,"he whispered. I began to enjoy his whispering. It was as if he were telling me a clandestine. It was hot. His poking became faster, but no too fast so we could enjoy the second. I continued to meet his every poke, ensuring he got as oceanic abyss in as he could. He began to grate when we met each other, and I started to cry out louder, almost falling apart. I was almost there.

"Please,"I whined.

"Yes, Puppy. Now you may come for me."

I was almost there when he stopped."Look at me."

I did, and he went back to byplay. We looked into each early's eye as we met each other. I was literally almost there. He let go of my thigh, and I wouldn't dare displace it. He moved his hand to my snatch and started to rub his pollex on my clitoris, causing me to cry out even louder.

"Beelzebub !"I yelled.

"That's a good fille, arrive for me."

The Good Book of my encouragement, I came, still looking into those eyes. The eyes of finding and need. He came almost instantly as I did ; just a few short thrusts later. Not needing to thrust harder or faster. My falling apart smashed him into pieces before me.

He laid on top of me, laboring our breath together in pure bliss.

Instantly, my genius kicked in. 'Oh. My. God. I just fucked Lucifer. My dad would renounce me if he ever knew this.'

Lucifer picked me up and lifted the covers to tuck me in. He didn't lay with me, however.

"My love, I have some employment to do. slumber. When I return, there will be plenty more ravishing."With that, he kissed me on the lip, and he was gone.

I felt like I couldn't rest, but as soon as I tried to start thinking about affair and try to wrap my straits around this, I stretched and passed out .