Razor's Edge

Perfect Seasoning Stephanie Burke All rights reserved. Copyright ©2011 Stephanie Burke ISBN: 978-1-60521-913-4 Formats Available: Adobe PDF, HTML, EPub Microsoft Reader, MobiPocket Publisher: Razor’s Edge Press A Changeling Press LLC Imprint PO Box 1046 Martinsburg, WV 25402-1046 www.RazorsEdgePress.com Editor: Katriena Knights Copy Editor: Pat Sager Line Editor: Lacey Savage Cover Artist: Marteeka Karland

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Perfect Seasoning Stephanie Burke I was afraid when my master came for me. I was scared when he started to play with his favorite toys. But my master is different. And if I suffer for him, if I surrender to his dominance, if I give myself over to his ecstasy, then I will be the perfect seasoning for this hunger that consumes us.

Perfect Seasoning I was scared when he tightened the leather straps around my wrist, fastening them to the chain link fencing that glistened insidiously in the room full of leather. I was scared when he ran the leather of the waist belt though the same fencing, pressing my breasts into its cold, diamond embrace. My nipples instantly grew hard. I was scared when he locked my legs to the unforgiving metal at the top of my thighs, above my knees, and at my ankles. I was trapped. There was no place to run. My breath heaved loudly in the nearly silent room, almost drowning out the sound of the small vibrator that buzzed merrily in my pussy. It was long enough to tease, but there was no way I was going to get off with the annoying little toy. “Comfortable?” he asked. His footsteps slowly circled me. They sounded hard and unforgiving, like his stance on just about everything that had to do with me. Like his hard, muscular body, there was no give in his personality. He was straightforward and demanding, stubborn as hell and cruel as a devil. He ran one broad hand across my back, then down my spine to the quivering cheeks of my ass. As always, he was bent on taking total control. He leaned forward and whispered in my ear as he began to knead my ass cheeks. “I’ve always loved these.” I could smell his breath, always lemon and mint with a hint of vanilla, almost as well as I could feel the heat wafting off the skin of his bare chest. His nipples were hard. I could feel them against my skin. He was wearing leather pants thin enough I could tell he wore nothing beneath. That excited me, and I couldn’t help but shiver in reaction. He laughed then, knowing I was totally aware of him and of my vulnerable position. I would have glared at him, but the fucker had me positioned so it was

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uncomfortable to move my head. I could rest my right cheek against the fencing and see the rack of staffs, paddles and canes that he regularly took to my hide. Or I could rest my left cheek against the chain links and see the rolling table of toys I was sad to say I was all too familiar with. That, or I could push my head back and get a decent view of the metal and leather ceiling and the odd, soft lighting. “Your ass is magnificent.” He squeezed my cheeks again, pressing his dick against me. God, he was inhumanly hot there. “I love the way the bindings emphasize the roundness and fullness of it. Black is definitely your color, much better than those pinks and reds.” He moved back, and before I could guess what he was going to do there was a loud popping sound, and a starburst of heat exploded over my right ass cheek. I jerked at the unexpected pain. It was weak and dull, and only made me clench down on the vibrator within me, wanting more contact against my clit. “It’ll look so much better… stuffed.” He leaned back in to whisper that last word in my ear, before he parted my ass cheeks and ran one finger down my trench to my quivering hole. His free hand went into my hair, stroking my scalp gently. “You want this stuffed, don’t you?” I was not going to answer, and he knew it because the hand in my hair tightened into a fist. He yanked my head back, straining the tendons of my neck. I whimpered as I got a good look at his face, looming above me, shrouded in shadows and darkness. He loved this. His brown eyes glittered, and an evil expression crossed his almost patrician features as he inhaled deeply, scenting my pain and fear. He tightened his fist until little pinpricks of growing pain loosened my tongue and I gave him the actual word he wanted. “Yes!” I gasped, my body shivering deliciously at his dominance while my mind cursed me for being weak enough to give in. But he knew my body well, knew that after all the training he’d put me through, my ass would be as hungry for his toys and his cock as my pussy was.

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I shuddered, but not in shame. I was what he had made me. He had awakened these dark desires. I was a creature of his design. My hunger must have shown on my face because he laughed softly before releasing my hair, letting my head drop forward, my heart pounding, my breath racing faster than before, my sense of right and wrong -- hell, my sense of up and down -- all twisted up within my head. “Such a sweet little thing.” I felt him drop low behind me, felt his hard, unforgiving hands grip my ass cheeks and spread me wide. “So sweet.” His breath was warm against my hole, and damned if it didn’t begin winking at him. It was a trained response. I couldn’t help it. I was clenching my asshole and releasing it, begging for what I knew was going to come next. I didn’t have to wait long. He never denied himself his pleasures. I felt the tender brush of his broad nose against me right before the hot, liquid caress of his tongue. The mewl that tore from my throat was long, loud, and soul-deep. God, there are so many nerves in your ass! He had introduced me to this place of pleasure early on and he had taken great joy in training me to crave his touches and caresses there. And with the vibrator buzzing away happily in my pussy, the feel of his tongue eating me out was so intense that I nearly came on the spot. His tongue danced over my rosebud, each lap sending fire zinging up my spine. Gooseflesh broke out all over my body, and I shamelessly thrust my ass back into his face, hoping for a deeper caress. “All for me.” He blew his words against my twitching asshole before his pointed tongue began to circle my opening. My whole body had taken up a hard quiver, and I was damn happy that the four-inch heels he had me in were the wide ones that it took a lot to knock you off of. I wasn’t sure how sturdy the fencing was, and I didn’t want to test it, either. But the way he was playing my body…

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I could feel the sweat bead up in the small of my back, could feel my muscles tighten and release, the tension rising in the pit of my belly. He was pushing all my buttons hard, and I was helpless to do anything but hang there and let him. Then he began to make obscene lapping sounds that drowned out my low moaning. He munched and slurped, eating at my asshole and taking long licks against my trench with his wicked tongue. Then he massaged that delicate skin with his nose, making me squeeze my eyes shut and consider begging him to stop even as I opened my mouth and begged for more. God, he was so good at that! I could almost feel my eyes cross as he stiffened the tip of his tongue and drove it shallowly into my hole, teasing the outer rim with the promise of a deeper penetration. God, the burn! My guardian muscles strained to relax as he played them. Tension tightened in me as the chain link pressed deeply into my skin. I struggled for a moment, losing myself in the intensity of the sensations, but then he pulled back. “Not so fast, little girl.” He chuckled, rising to his feet and giving my ass a hard slap that had me clutching the metal links. “Daddy isn’t finished playing. Are you going to be a good little girl and let me play with this body that I own?” “Yes!” I gasped out loud, willing to do anything, say anything to get him back there! My ass had an itch, my pussy was on fire, and he was just going to walk away as if it all meant nothing! But I should have known he had a plan, the slick bastard. He was always five steps ahead of the game. His footsteps retreated, but he swiftly returned, pushing a high rolling cart I could just see out of the corner of my eye. “Daddy’s got a real treat for you.” He laughed nastily as he calmly plucked up something from the cart. I strained to see that he was holding, and he obliged by moving so I could get a good look at it. He was holding a slender metal wand. “Daddy’s gong to have some fun tonight.” He attached a line to the small piece of metal, leering at me all the while.

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I clenched as I recognized the violet wand for what it was. That damn thing was a long thin tube of torture. “Makes you wonder where I’m gonna stick it.” Turning once again to the cart, he adjusted it so it was in full view. He made sure to place the charger directly in my line of sight so I could see how high the electric current flowing through that thing was going to be set. For now, he set the controls on low. I could see the metal nearly dance in his hands as it greedily sucked up power. Then he ran it slowly along my spine. I whimpered as it began to heat each bit of skin it touched, itching in some spots and tingling in others. But the worst was when he chose a specific area to target, snapping my skin with short electric zaps. “No!” I moaned, my fingers tangling into the fencing as I squeezed my eyes closed. Each blast of power scrambled my thoughts. I was finding it hard to breathe, hard to think. My body jumped and lurched at his command. I was like a puppet, prey, chained for his benefit. It was painful, but he was slowly setting my body ablaze, and I trembled, caught between pulling away from that painful tingle and pressing against him for more of the erotic shock. “You tell me no?” His growled words lent me come control, and some of my high slipped away. I shook my head. I hadn’t meant to say that word, and now I knew there would be consequences. He moved around so I could see into his eyes as they narrowed in anger before he touched the wand to the fencing. That small wand made the whole fence alive with electric fire. I swore. I couldn’t stop the shrieks that rolled from my throat, writhing as my nipples were zapped, as my stomach and thighs were flashed, and even my poor neglected clit felt the fury of his electric prop. And as much as it made me want to cry for my own pitiful self, it made my pussy clench down on the buzzing dildo, made it cry with the wetness of my unchecked desire.

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I could feel warm slickness sliding from my pussy to make my thighs wet and shiny with want. Soon my juices would be dripping to the floor. I knew he loved it when that happened. He said it proved his prowess as a lover to make a partner so hot he or she dribbled on the floor at his feet. He also liked to watch me come. But he swiftly pulled the wand away from the fence, taking away the now delicious zing that had awaked almost every nerve in my body. I gasped for breath, pleading with my eyes for a moment to gather my wits, a moment I knew he would never give me. Already, he was tracing the wand again down my back. “Such a pretty ass.” His voice was low now, almost growling. “Such a pretty little bitch for me to play with.” And then the wand slid down my ass cheeks and lightly across the trench leading to my hole. “Hmm.” He spoke softly, as if talking to himself. “I wonder if I can fuck you up the ass with my wand after I set it to the highest level?” His free hand ran lightly over the controls of the generator, and I forced myself not to speak or to make any negative gestures. He was watching for my reaction, and I knew I had to be good. “Would it get your tight little hole all warmed up for me?” I wanted to say no, that was too much torture, that I could never bear such a thing. But if I opened my mouth, he would have a reason to make his little fantasy a reality. So I gripped the chain link tightly and tried to still my shaking body. His hard fingers gripped my ass cheeks and parted them gently. I sucked in a deep breath as something hard touched my hole. I whimpered and jerked as I felt the warm metal of the wand caress me. I screamed. My body was on fire, such a delicious fire, and it sprang from my asshole. God, I was quivering, up on my toes, my knees knocking. I wailed in a beautiful agony and the chain link, surprisingly enough, held my weight. He held the wand there for only seconds, but that was enough to make me want to beg for him both to stop and to do it again. Hell, I was already begging when he

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tightened his hands in my hair again and pulled my head back. My words faded to whimpers as I spasmed against the fence. “Shh, precious.” He chuckled. “Why do you carry on so? You know I am going to do what I want, anyway. Save your breath, save your strength.” I whimpered, clenching my teeth as warm tears filled my eyes. I needed this. This was my duty. I would do anything he asked of me. My defiance began to drain out of me slowly, like the slick juices from my wet pussy. I was helpless to stop him. This was my place in his household, and the bastard knew it. He stepped away and placed the wand back on the cart. He dipped his fingers in something and returned, parting my cheeks again. This time a slick lotion was applied to my hole. I let my head drop and purred, because it felt so damn good. “My sweet thing likes,” he teased me. “Such a good little girl.” His finger circled, adding to the sensations that flowed through my body in waves. My skin was sensitized, and now he was gently pressing against my opening, his finger almost begging for entrance. And as corny as it sounds, the muscles of my ass relaxed like a flower unfurling, and he eased his finger in. “Oh, God,” I gasped again as his free hand caressed my ass, calming me as he attempted to breach me. There was a burn, a delicious give, and his finger pumped softly into me. I began to breathe hard, whimpering, my grip on the fencing slippery with sweat as he began to stroke the inner nerves that gave me so much pleasure. After a few moments of such loving treatment, my hips began to move back, trying to pull his finger deeper. “Yes, my good little girl,” he muttered before his free hand slid up my inner thighs gently… then he lifted his hand and spanked my pussy hard. I rocked back onto his finger, the sharp burst of sensation to my clit almost enough to make me ignore the soreness beginning to develop in my labia.

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The slap was mostly sound but the impact was unexpected. It drove me up to my toes before he pushed me back, my ass spread wider as he added a second finger, my pussy even hungrier than before. “Daddy’s little toy,” he was crooning now as he delivered one more slap to my vulnerable pussy. I clenched my bottom lip between my teeth, and the tears I’d fought so hard to hide slid down my cheeks. His fingers slid apart within me, spreading me wide as something hard and slick slid into my ass. I tensed at first, thinking it was the violet wand, and that got my pussy another twanging slap. “Relax!” All softness in his voice had vanished. “You will take this!” And I would, because he ordered it. I let my head hang forward and forced my quivering limbs to relax. As I attempted to ease the muscles in my ass, the hard, warm thing slid in deeper. I breathed deeply, shuddered as the widest part slipped deep within. It was a butt plug: a garden-variety butt plug. I sighed and relaxed, grateful for whatever kindness he was allowing. But his next words sent tension zinging through my body once more. “Mouthy and making your body resist my play time. You are not being such a sweet little thing, after all.” I heard him step back, and again my fear-roughened breathing filled the room. “Defiant to the end.” I felt a whoosh of air as if something rushed past me. “You remember the cat?” I could hear the sneer in his voice. “Kiss the cat, pet.” He brought the soft, black leather strips to my mouth and all but shoved them in my face. I winced, but dutifully kissed the elegant strips of leather. “I can warm you up good with this.” His whispered words came from behind me. Then I heard footsteps again as he moved into position. The sound of the strips cracking the air next to my right ear came first. I whimpered as I felt a feather-light caress on my face as the dreaded cat brushed past, so close. He was a master at the cat. He could make the leather caress my skin, could make

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my flesh sizzle. He could give me enough of the lash to make it tingle, just enough to have me writhing in ecstasy, or he could offer up some serious punishment that would not leave a mark -- but the memory of the session would last for days. “You can scream,” he said. Then the first blow landed. I threw back my head and screamed as the warm leather licked across the skin of my ass. He whipped me up and down my body, overwhelming me, always hitting the muscle of my back and never striking my spine. Hitting the spine was a show of an unskilled technique or an undisciplined master, and that was to be avoided at all costs. So he only struck me across my shoulders and along the long muscles on either side of my spine before striking my ass and upper thighs. God, it hurt so bad, felt so dark and delicious… I was losing myself in the pain. I could feel my skin flushing with heat as he expertly warmed me up, making my skin so sensitive that even the warm air flowing through the chamber caused me to whimper. My mind screamed at me, but all defiance was gone. Instead there was only the teasing, entreating darkness that demanded I give in. He was here to take care of me, the darkness crooned at me. He would always take care of me; give me what I deserved and nothing more than I could take. All would be well in his keeping. I was his. My pain was his. My submission was his. The voice urged me to give all that I was into his keeping. And I felt myself unable to disagree. As he whipped me, a deepening peace overwhelmed me. I felt my body relaxing into each blow, arching eagerly towards it, wanting it more than my next breath, wanting to please him. I closed my eyes, and my plane of vision was filled with a cottony white, a beautiful, floaty place where nothing mattered and I could finally let go. This place was divine, was everything I strived for, and I knew I could not reach it alone. To get here, I needed him. And at this point, I needed him more than I needed air. I had no idea how long he whipped me, but I could feel myself drift deeper into my special place and closer to the orgasm he denied me. Each sharp lash had my pussy

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bubbling over in its excitement; my ass clenched around the plug, and I could feel the warm throb of my skin where he was heating me up so perfectly. Suddenly the flogging stopped, and then his hands, his hard, rough hands, softly caressed my skin. “Not a bit of broken skin,” he muttered, more to himself than to me, before he bent down and began licking areas where I could feel the marks rising across my back. “Am I not good to you, my sweet little girl?” I whined in response, jerking in my bindings as the gentle press of his fingers made my whole body burn. But I gave it over to him -- my pain, my pleasure, my submission -- everything that I was belonged to him. “But I don’t think you’ve learned your lesson, have you?” His voice hardened again in a way that made me want to cower even as I writhed for more of his attention. I managed a soft, “No, sir,” choking the words out through my tears. And he chuckled. Rising to his feet, he ran his palm across my back before pressing his fingers into my welted skin. His actions sent tingles of agonizing pain throughout my body, forcing me into a deep arch as I cried out, almost in supplication. That hurt like hell, but at the same time, each of his touches demanded more from me. And I could give him more. He was putting me in my place, giving me what I wanted, what I’d earned. “You are learning to be such a good girl.” He lapped at my shoulder, pressing his sharpened teeth into my flesh, not enough to tear the skin, but enough to add another one of his personal marks to me. “Soon all will be forgiven,” he hissed in my ear, swatting my ass cheeks, one blow for each, before he backed off. I closed my eyes, and I must have been drifting in my space, trying to ignore the anticipation making my body shiver, because it seemed that almost instantly something hard pressed against my lips. Without even thinking, I placed a soft kiss on the implement as I opened my eyes. Then I hissed. He laughed. It was a cane, a rattan cane. It was his favorite.

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A protesting voice rose in my mind, but it was swiftly silenced, forced back by the louder voices that pleaded for my submission. I had to give everything to him, I had to hurt for him. And if he wanted, I would bleed for him. “Good girl, sweet girl,” he praised, as I relaxed in the bindings that held me to the fencing. I knew I would let him do what he would. I could hear him stepping back, his footsteps even louder as I tried to control my breathing. If I strained my neck, I could just see his shadow out of the corner of my eye. Then the air sang as the cane flew, landed in a sharp kiss against the meat of my right thigh. I jerked and moaned, my ass clenching around the plug as the vibrator within my pussy jumped with my movements. “Sweet thing,” he repeated as he let another blow fly, this one hitting my left cheek. I sobbed out loud, no longer able to hold it back. He went on in this vein for several minutes, stinging the large muscles of my ass and back, placing painful kisses on top of my welts and never breaking the skin. Soon, I was moaning for him, pressing back towards each blow, demanding more with my body’s movements. I could feel everything -- the sharp kiss of the wood, the give of my skin, the heat that each and every new lick added to my already hot skin. Endorphins raced through my body, leaving me a jabbering, aroused mess of nerves and lust. And I wanted more. I wanted him to take all my pain, as he deserved. I wanted my actions to please him enough to make him want to hurt me more for the sake of his amusement. I was his toy, his sweet little thing, his to do with as he saw fit. I was being reborn under his hand. I suddenly understood what he was to me, and what I would always be to him. And then the blows stopped. I whined in disappointment that the scrumptious pain sending my soul to ecstasy had ceased. Then he moved toward me, praise falling from his lips.

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“Such a good little girl, such a sweet little girl. You gave it all up for Daddy, didn’t you?” His hands gently caressed my face, and I nestled into his touch. It was so perfect, made me feel so special. “Look at you, all lax and peaceful in your suffering. You make me burn.” He petted me then, running his hands over my burning flesh, pressing into my welts until the shards of pain sent me deeper into my headspace. I heard his teasing laughter, then he unstrapped the vibrator. I whined as he gave it a tug, my pussy refusing to let it go. I could hear the sounds of my wetness as he slowly began to fuck me with it. “Daddy,” I was moaning like a whore, my knees shaking, my hips moving to the rhythm he set. “Good little girls get rewards,” he promised. He was more into toys when he wanted to play with me. He said it was better for my body, which he didn’t want to hurt beyond repair. But he was quite stingy with the dick. I hoped this would be one of those times when he felt safe enough to give me the real thing. The vibrator was so slick with my juices it fell from my body when he let it go. For a moment, when he pulled away, I was sure he was going to fuck me with his huge dick. No one on earth had a dick like his. It was so long and thick… but that fantasy was shot to hell as, in place of the huge vibrator… he added a larger vibrator. It was so big! I could feel it nudge my labia as he rubbed it back and forth, coating it with my juices before he pressed it deep. “Daddy!” I could not control my cry as I felt it caressing my walls, tickling the sensitive flesh from the inside. Oh, I loved this new toy, as this one was extra special. It pressed against my clit, and it sent wondrous spasms shooting up to my stomach and down to the plug in my ass before it set my pussy quivering. I sagged in my bindings, panting as mewls rolled from my throat. “Don’t drop this,” he warned, “or it will go badly for you. You are not allowed to drop this until my playtime is over.” He adjusted the fit, wiggling it a little as he forced it as deep as it could go. It thumped against my cervix, and I could not control the shudders that ran through me. The big, fake cock went deep, stretching my walls,

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sliding around in my natural lube, teasing my clit as he turned on the power and the plastic dick came to life. I bit my lip as wails forced their way out of my mouth, as I tightened my muscles around this new toy. I could hold the weighty thing, but it would be difficult. The damn vibrator sent shoots of electric pleasure through my body every second it was turned on. My clenching down on it made the howling, wonderful feelings worse in my pussy, but it was still not enough to get me off. “You look so pretty like that, so inviting.” He pressed his bare chest against my back, mashing against the marks and the hot flesh of my back, using his own heat to ease the welts as he soothed me with his sweet words. “Pretty little girl, sweet little girl, my little girl.” But he was not done. He backed up, and I heard him untying his pants. The leather thong made a unique sound as it slid from its moorings. He detested zippers, said they were the worst human invention ever. I heard his pants fall to the floor, and then his footsteps clicked as he moved close behind me. “Beautiful,” he praised. “Your skin is so red, and your tiny little asshole is winking at me. You want my cock?” My head swam in need; I was lost in deep lust and hunger. I would have agreed to anything to make it stop or to make it go on longer -- I didn’t know which. But I knew I wanted more penetration, a more natural penetration. I wanted his dick. “Yes, Daddy,” I begged. “I’ve been a good girl. Please, Daddy? I want to have it.” “Yes,” he purred. “Such a good little girl.” There was the slick music of him lubing up, and that alone sent another shaft of passion zipping through my trembling body. He gripped the plug and tugged it softly, my body refusing to let go of its prize. So he shoved it back in, fucking me with it, making my ass burn so good! After a few moments, I was so hungry for something bigger, deeper, that the plug slid out easily, and I groaned at the sudden loss of its minimal fullness. But that

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unhappy sound was swiftly replaced with a shout of joy as he pressed the head of his dick against my opening. “Let me in,” he demanded, his voice going hard as he pressed against the guardian muscles in my ass. I consciously tried to relax them, as taking his dick was no mean feat. The special lube he used made his cock’s head slide around my hole and trench, awakening the nerves in the tender flesh there. And the butt plug had stretched me far more than his fingers had, so I knew I could take him. I let my body sag in the leather bindings and I pushed out, knowing it would open my muscles and make it easier for him to slip inside. I grunted and bit down on my lip as the large head popped through. At once, I was overwhelmed with the feeling that he was too big, that it was too much. I wanted to scream for him to pull it out. But the voice inside my head, the strong voice, told me that I had earned this, that this is what I was good for. I was a hole for him to play with. So I hung my head as much as I could, and I endured. He praised me, stroking my hair and rubbing my sides before his hands dropped to my ass cheeks and pulled them wider apart, making it easier for him to slide deep inside me. “Yes,” he breathed. “That’s a good girl. So good.” Oh, God, his dick was so hot! I whimpered, my ass trembling, my body quivering as he continued to slide in deep. When he reached his deepest point, he made me remember why he was Daddy. As he bottomed out, I could feel the bare skin of his crotch pressing against my ass, felt the oddly hard ridges that made up the tribal decorations that pointed to his dick. And then he started to vibrate. “Daddy!” I screamed as his whole cock began to jerk and move. He chuckled, as he pressed in that much deeper. I could feel the vibrator shift within me, and I struggled to hold it with my pussy. But his dick made me want to let loose everything in an effort to feel more. I went up on my toes, and he purred, bending over me, licking at my neck as his teeth pressed against my shoulder, this time sinking deep enough to part skin.

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He purred as he began to lap up my blood, and I nearly swooned as this last bit of pain combined with the pleasure that was swamping me. His fingers pressed deeper into my cheeks, and I could feel his talons slide deep, felt it as he released the venom that would drive me crazy. “Good girl,” he purred. “Such a good girl you are.” Then he pulled back and thrust deep. My screams echoed around the chamber. I jerked at the bindings, making the chain links jingle as I went crazy. I was slobbering, crying, begging for more, and he was giving it to me. I loved his dick, loved how it vibrated and jerked within my ass. Loved how it teased at the vibrator in my pussy, pushing at it so that it shifted against my clit, riding it hard. And then he was snarling, his talons pulling free of my skin as he slammed at me harder and harder. “Perfect, little girl,” he was growling. “Perfect little slave. Pretty little Earthling slut. My sweet girl!” His hands slid around my sides and up to cup my breasts, his talons nipping at my nipples, adding still another dimension to this beautiful torture. I was lost, swimming in sensation, begging for him to stop, pleading for him to never stop! “Fuck, Daddy!” I wailed as my body began to tense up. “Good, tight.” He was panting, the long tentacles that made up his hair wrapping around my body, sucking down my sweat as they pulled me closer to his body, his hip ridges pressing deeper into my ass. “So good, so good.” I was going mad! He had released his venom, and it was acting as it always did, heightening my already wound-up senses, making my endorphin rush that more powerful so he could take me this way, and he could feed. He fed off my emotions, off the hormone-laced sweat that poured from my body, off tiny sips of my life’s blood, off my pain and my pleasure. And I was feeding him well.

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I could feel his tentacles trail along his arms and hands, connect to my nipples, and begin a suction that made me whoop out loud and clench down on both the dildo in my pussy and the alien dick in my ass. It was enough to push him over the edge. He hissed loudly as he began to pump his dick hard, fucking my ass as if he had a divine purpose. The dick in my ass swelled, pulsing in time to the vibrations, and then his venom-rich seed exploded. I shrieked as his seed, hotter then a normal man’s, flooded my ass and invaded my blood stream. This was it. I could take no more. The massive orgasm that had been building within me exploded. I could feel my body flush red and hot as I threw back my head and screamed. My ass pulsed around his still-bloated cock, milking it as my pussy convulsed around the vibrating dildo. And the orgasm would not ease! I screamed as I creamed around my vibrator until my juices were flowing like water. My ass strangled his dick, trembling like my mouth as I sought an end to this painful pleasure. Finally it all began to ease, the spasms slowing as he grunted and slid neatly from my ass, his dick giving a gentle shudder as he slid free. And then there was a sharp thunk. I was afraid… afraid that I had let go of the vibrator. I had. It hit the ground with a splat, falling into a puddle of my juices. His tentacles withdrew as he gripped my hair and pulled my head back. “Be thankful I was done, little girl.” And then the lights came on. I stared into his silver, slitted pupils, watched as his silver tentacles settled once more around his head, watched his solid black body shudder as he resettled himself. His people had come to Earth so long ago that most had forgotten what it was like to live without them. Thuluchas, they were called. And they had only one purpose for female humans like me.

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“Magnificent.” One of his advisors walked over, handing him a towel as he released my hair and stood back from me. “Do you ever plan to seed her? She would make a wonderful hive mother.” I whimpered, afraid that he would say yes. Hive mothers were usually kept locked away, constantly giving birth to the Thulucha young, never again to see the daylight or to enjoy the pleasures of the flesh that pets like me were privy to. “No,” he said finally, and I relaxed. “I think I like my sweet little girl too much for that. She tastes divine.” And then he unbound me from the fence and lifted me into his strong arms. I knew he would bathe me and pamper me, and treat me like a queen. My wounds would be seen to and my muscles massaged with a healing balm that would leave me limp and even more sated than I was now. I knew I would always be afraid, but I knew he would always take care of me. After all, a happy food source is a happy food source.

Stephanie Burke Have You Been Flashed? It’s the question Stephanie Burke is asking. Stephanie is a multi-published multi award-winning wife and mother of two whose unparalleled imagination causes her no end of trouble. From sex-shifting, shapeshifting dragons to undersea worlds, sexually confused elemental fey and homoerotic mysteries, all the way to pastel challenged urban sprites, Stephanie has done it all, and hopes to do more. Stephanie is co-founder of the charitable organization Write 4 Hope, an orator on her favorite subject of writing and world building, a sometimes teacher when you feed her enough coffee and donuts, an anime nut, an award winning costumer, and a frequent guest of various sci-fi and literary cons where she can be found leading panel discussions or researching more legends and theories to improve her writing skills. Stephanie is known for her love of the outrageous, strong female characters, believable worlds, male characters filled with depth, and interracial stories that make the reader sit up and take notice. You can reach Stephanie at Theflashcat.net, [email protected], www.myspace.com/the_flash_cat, www.facebook.com/TheFlashCat or email her at [email protected]. Stephanie would love to hear from you.