First, the inevitable disclaimer:

   This is a work of fiction and fantasy.  No people, pets, or pink fluffy
bunnies were harmed in it's creation.  The writer will not be held
responsible.  Period.  :P I hope you enjoy reading this as much as i
enjoyed writing it.

   Story codes : Rape, Fear, Water Sports.

For the 'Puppy' - Lila's side of this chapter, see ->
http://www1.asstr.org/files/Authors/Angelus/lila_adopting-a-puppy_1.txt

   Adopting a puppy - Chapter one.

   it was a cold and stormy ni-- no, actually it was a balmy california
evening, not too far after sunset as i stepped out of the cab that had
taken me to a bunch of houses somewhere in nowheresville.  I paid the cabby
and scouted around one house in particular, verifying it's number from an
adress on a scrap of paper i'd had on me since i started my journey from
the netherlands - here i was, some 18 hours later, and i felt lucky to have
gotten some sleep in the plane, as i wasn't planning on getting much any
time soon - i found a nicely secluded spot somewhere i could keep a good
vantage on the hilly driveway up to the house, and settled down to wait.

   I didn't have to wait very long for a car to pull up that driveway, a
familliar face visible in the dashboard lights, instantly recognised as my
intended target - i felt a grin spread across my face, unstoppably -
staying down low, my heart was beating in my throat as i began the run when
the car door opened, praying to myself she wouldn't notice me - she didn't.
She turned around to lock the car door and must have gotten the shock of
her life as i ran into her, wrapping one hand over her mouth and pulling
her back against my chest, the other hand in front of her face to show the
knife i had brought with me - not a pretty knife by any means.  ten inches
of dual edged glimmering steel, a serrated base and a smooth tip shone into
her face in the moonlight and the lights from the house - she was still
taut from the near-panic i'd driven her into by grabbing her, and began to
breathe faster, nearly hyperventilating, her breath hissing through my
fingers as i grabbed her chin and cheeks, forcing her to stay turned away
from me - the knife, i tucked back into it's sheath on my belt to free a
hand to unpocket the blindfold i'd brought - a simple but effective length
of cloth that i held in front of her face - then i released her face,
quickly grabbing the free end of the cloth so i could wrap it around her
head before she moved - pulling it back locked her head in place again, and
allowed me to tie it in place.

   My hand went back over her mouth before she could get the idea to scream
- with the other i grabbed her throat, tightening it to quietly let her
know i would be quite willing to do more than just silencing her if she
struggled - she seemed to get the idea and nearly went slack, stopping the
thrashing movements she had began to make after i grabbed her face for the
second time - i opened her car door with the keys left in the lock and
pushed her inside, then closed it behind me as i slid into the driver's
seat, nudging her into the passenger seat.

   Naturally she tried to remove the blindfold - though a set of police
cuffs came in handy - she couldn't see and thus not avoid my trapping one
of her wrists, then struggled as i grabbed her free arm and pulled it into
the second loop.  Two lengths fo rope i'd earlier fixed to the centerchain
of the cuffs wrapped around one of her thighs and was tied off in seconds,
keeping her hands fixed against her left leg.

   Before i pulled her seatbelt over her, and prepared to pull out of the
driveway i took a few seconds to examine my prize - though i knew what she
looked like far before i even decided to make the trip.  Five foot
something, a hundred something pounds.  a redhead, with eyes knew to be
hazel.  A slim frame, yet not skinny, a simple shirt hiding a pair of full
double-d breasts and a pair of jeans hiding what i knew would be a
hairless, remarkably little pussy - again, i noticed myself grin as i began
to drive away from the house, settling my cellphone on the dashboard so i
could keep an eye on the gps tracker therein and end up at the house i'd
hired for this specific occasion.

   Driving had been a long, long time ago - fortunately for me she didn't
drive a stick, or i would've been hopelessly lost.  Even with the automatic
i barely managed any speed; it had been early fifteen years ago since i'd
last drove a car - but i managed, and managed to reach the adress i had
been directed to without drawing undue attention to myself or my by-now
oddly calm passenger.

   She'd managed to regain her composure, though the cloth covering her
eyes had darkened somewhat where tears had seeped through it - she looked
resigned, and for a moment i considered wether she remembered the
half-joke, half-tease i had told her before - no matter, really, wether or
not she did she would be kept in the dark as to wether her assailant was me
or someone else entirely who had happened to accidentally mimick some of
the idea's i'd had - i had already strayed from my 'usual' routine in that
she wasn't collared, nor leashed - her hair proved an effective enoughleash
to pull her from the car with, the fact her wrist remained tied to her
thigh making her move behind me in an akward, bent-over gait, the
whimpering noises she made a perfect counterpoint to her movements.

   Once inside the house - the door carefully locked behind me - i used the
dagger to snip the rope keeping her wrists tied to her thigh so she could
move more easilly; i pushed her ahead of me with my hand rooted in the hair
at the back of her head, keeping her bent over somewhat and moving her head
and upper body left and right to hold her off balance - into the living
room, where amongst the furniture several digital camera's on tripods stood
- i took her around the room while i turned them to record.

   She instinctively held out her arms in front of her to catch herself if
she'd fall but never saw the back of the leather couch i was pushing her
towards; she startled badly, and let out an 'oof' of breath as i bent her
over it, the size of the furniture and shifting center of gravity of her
body lifting her feet off the floor.

   She was in shock - crying again, whimpering pathetically as i used the
sharp dagger to cut her clothes off her, one by one, slicing fabric - her
shirt and bra first, and easiest, even the arms cut open; then her jeans,
the heavy denim resisting but giving way, from waistband, through a back
pocket and down to an ankle, then up the other leg to slice them off her
completely - though i made sure not to nick her with the knife.

   Her panties i left her - though i pulled the groin of them from her sex
(and realised she was gliding wet already )- and cut the groin all but
completely out of them, then made a gash upwards across her rear to expose
that as well - i would leave nothing to the imagination.  I wasted little
time on imagination, though - i came here with one purpose, and now, i
would take it - running the tip of the knife against the hollow of her
spine as i stood behind her, parting her legs with my body, i brought my
by-then raging hardon against that slit i'd admired so often, and pushed,
using her natural slickness to my advantage in my effort to thrust myself
inside her, as fast and as deep as i could and her body would allow.

   she was tight - tighter even than i had imagined, and her sex had seemed
small to me even during our online relationship.  Not particularly
enormously hung, i stil had some difficulty penetrating her, made no easier
by her thrashing and squirming - i had bent her over the couch to render
her largely incapable of resisting, but she fought me tooth and nail,
twisting her body unpredictably and clawing at the sofa's seat below her to
get leverage to push me away.  After some time i grew tired of her
resistance - exhillerating as it may have been at first, it quickly grew
into a nuisance.  Not wanting to give away my identity by using my voice,
though, i tried to get her compliance by slapping her upended rear a few
times - wich only increased the resistance she put up, to the point where
she almost managed to dislodge me entirely!  I fought the urge to call her
to stop resisting - and pulled her halfway up instead, by her hair, using
my other hand to wrap her slim throat and grab tightly, increasing
pressure, causing her breath first to go into hoarse gasps and then to stop
entirely - at first she seemed to panic, flailing uncontrolledly against
the couch, though not too much later she seemed to get the message,
stopping her movement altogether - she gasped in a hard breath and whined
pathetically when i released her throat and let her breathe again, nudging
my painfully hard cock inside her further.

   As i pushed more and more inside her, never pulling back but forcing her
to be aware of every millimeter of my cock penetrating her, she became
louder - her whining higher in pitch, her back and shoulders shuddering as
she sobbed - i'd pushed her head back down and she'd came incoherent, and
even salivating some as i started to finally claim my prize, rocking my
hips slowly to fuck her at a calm, leisurely pace - she began to thrash
again when i let go of her hair in favor of holding her hips, and i felt
myself groan beyond control as i took the knife from it's sheath again and
pressed the flat of it to her back, between her shoulders.  "Stop fighting
me, or you die.  Slowly" i hissed out the words in a loud whisper, still
refusing to use my voice as well as to add to the urgency and intimidation
of the situation - it worked brilliantly.

   She instantly became nearly catatonic, draping herself over the couch,
her hair covering her head as it spilled onto the seat, her arms tucked
under her, muffling her crying as i rocked myself in and out of her,
letting the warming steel of the blade play across her back - i took my
time with her, loving every second of thrusting into her wettening cunt,
her pure compliance now that she knew what was at stake if she fought - i
gave her no reprieve, and kept going, increasing my pace into a still-calm
but steady rut, our bodies causing light noises as they moved together -
until she began to moan, quietly, tensedly, trying to hide her own
pleasure.

   "Up." i hissed the word out as i jolted myself inside her and stayed
there, and again she complied, pushing against the couch's seat to lift
herself - i took hold of the hair at the back of her head again and pulled
her back, the other hand playing the tip of the knife against the back of
her neck, until she was standing - then i let go of her hair, gathering it
forward over one of her shoulders, and wrapped that arm around her,
grasping one of her breasts.  She was up on the very tips of her toes in an
unconcious effort to avoid me, though she couldn't - i pulled her back,
soft and warm and oh-so vulnerable against my chest, and walked around the
couch with her, pulling her into my lap as i sat - this caused another
brief bout of whimpering as she felt her own weight impale her abused,
tight cunt on my pre-drooling cock.

   Once i'd settled her down though, and reached forward to force my hand
between her thighs and begin rubbing her clit, she grew silent again -
quick breaths and the occasional moan escaped her as i began to bounce her
in my lap - her still-cuffed hands wrapping the wrist of the hand i was
palming and grasping her breast with.  I decided to tolerate no longer her
efforts of pulling my hand from her chest and released her breast, taking
the middle chain of her cuffs and pulling her wrists up, drawing them over
her head and back down into her neck - once i had them there i began
bouncing her again, and found to my delight she kept her hands where i put
them once i let go; she grabbed and clawed at the skin of her back and
shoulders, but didn't dare change her pose too much - i spread her legs
with mine, and grabbed both her breasts as i let her settle in my lap for a
moment, showing her off to a camera i'd placed across the sofa for the
express purpose of capturing this angle.

   "Camera in front of you." i hissed - taking up the knife again, grabbing
her hair in one hand and lifting her head, letting the knife's flat lay
against her throat - she began to whimper again as the steel moved slightly
against her each time i pushed her slowly away from me somewhat, forcing
her to rock her hips.  "Don't stop" - i hissed, and stopped 'helping' her -
she began to cry again, her body rocking on top of mine, her sobs causing
her tight cunt to contract and grab my cock deliciously - and despite that,
she complied, rocking her hips, fucking herself with my cock.  I released
her hair - she didn't dare try and close her legs, or lower her head
towards the knife - still leaning her upper body away from me she thrust
her chest out into the hand presenting her nipple to me, allowing me to
take it between my thumb and index finger, twisting and pinching it
cruelly.

   She moved - i moved beneath her, arching myself into each time she let
herself sink on my cock - she moaned in a mix of dread and lust as she rose
and fell on top of me.  Wether she did so despite herself or on purpose i
didn't know, but her movements became quicker, her breath faster and deeper
as she grew accustomed to the fear - i realised she'd resigned herself to
her rapist and had decided to try and shorten the experience.

   "Good." i hissed - though i left the knife where it was, i took my hand
from her breast, as if rewarding her with less pain for her efforts to
bring pleasure to both herself and me, even though i would've normally only
been likely to molest her nipple harder - i acted unaware of her
masochistic side so as to make her identifying me harder.  She whimpered
out something not quite intelligable and began rocking faster, and then
faster still, until she was making almost-angry sounds, forcing herself
down against me, our bodies slapping together once more - the couch creaked
alarmingly as she threw her weight against me, moaning openly now each time
i met her thrusts down with a thrust up of my own.

   I wouldn't last - and hadn't planned to, though i never gave her
warning. I felt the familliar tingle at my spine, the surging sensation in
my groin telling me i was about to release, and did so, forcing myself to
remain quiet as i came inside her; she shuddered on top of me and followed,
despite herself, shrieking out in shame as she orgasmed while my seed
spewed into her hungry cunt, each spasm of it seeming to draw my semen
deeper inside her.

   I knew she was mine - i knew i'd broken her, or at least broken her
resistance.  I let her ride out the storm of her orgasm until she fell back
against me, twitching each time i used my pelvic muscle to move my cock
inside her used sex, and began to cry again, out loud this time - her
release, her shame, her possible disgust with herself and whomever she
thought i could be wracked her.  She didn't bother to hide it, either, long
bawls and whines let entirely free as she curled up on herself.  I decided
to add to this shame further - if only to deepen her relief, later.

   I leaned forward and pushed - she went to the ground numbly, almost
catatonically, though i ensured she wouldn't be harmed by the fall by
catching her waist and settling her down - sat on her knees, with her
shoulders drooped, hiding her still-blindfolded face in her hands, she made
a gorgeous if somewhat heart-breaking sight that i nevertheless captured
from all angles, walking around her with one of the cameras, ensuring i got
a good shot of her face and the tear-sodden blindfold by pulling her head
up by her hair - then pulling her on all fours, i took some time to catch
my semen as she pushed it from herself, rejecting it, trailing down her
thighs from her red, raw sex.

   I resisted the urge to taunt and take her more, not wanting to break her
entirely - i loved her, after all, and that spunky (ha) nature of hers,
that joie de vivre she had shown me on numerous occasions before this
night. I sat her up on her knees again, and uncuffed her hands - then
pushed her back until she reflexively reached back to prop herself up on
her hands and prevent herself from falling.  Standing over her, panning the
camera across her, i aimed my cock at her - with some difficulty, as the
simple sight of her was causing me more and more arrousal, as much as the
knowledge what would come next.

   I started to piss - ringing my cock with my fingers to stymy the flow
somewhat, letting it first hit her stomach, the hot acrid jet breaking
against her skin, the golden stream of it flowing beautifully down between
her legs, wayward drops and streams leaking across her hips and thighs -
she shudderred, whimpering as the puddle of my urine she kneeled in grew,
though her head began to lift as i let the stream aim further up - across
her stomach, against her chest, and further to her throat - by this time
she was facing the ceiling.  "face down.  open wide.  drink me in." i
hissed - and her face snapped to attention, fear driving her to do exactly
as told, her throat working frantically as she gulped against the stream of
piss that jetted into her mouth, overflowing each time she moved her tongue
to swallow, sending a wave of it down across her chin to her throat and
chest.

   She winced visibly and heaved, coughing at the taste, though never
stopped until my stream tapered off, the last of it dribbling down across
her again - and then when i shook the last drops off my cock, i heard it.

   Unsure, unsteady, softly, though with a certain degree of expectance in
her pose; she'd uprighted herself somewhat, and squared her shoulders
slightly.  "M-master?" she all but whisperred out the word.

   I stood across her for several seconds, caught entirely by surprise,
though i knew i would have to either end her fantasy or break her again - i
sighed, making myself sound dissapointed - and grabbed her hair again,
pulling her fully upright, pulling the knife once more and placing it
against her throat - thist time, only the tip.

   "And now, you die." i hissed - and revelled as she gasped, immediately
panicking though not daring to move, her entire body tightening as i traced
the tip with exagerrated care upwards from her throat, under her chin to
the offset of her jaw - i slid it under the blindfold and pulled, tearing
the fabric from her face easilly.  "And, Lila" - i resumed with my normal
voice - "will be reborn, once more my slave.  Hello, Puppy.  So nice to
finally meet you in person."

   I couldn't help but grin as i filmed the change in her face, from
jaw-clenched fear to wide-eyed, agape astonishment.  "You asshole!" she
exclaimed, the relief washing over her as my urine had done, her hands
flying to her chest, fingers entwining each other - she giggled nervously,
and i chuckled - and then we both began to laugh as i settled down on the
couch again, patting my knee and sing-songing "Here, puppy-puppy-puppy" -
she crawled to me and into my lap, wrapping her arms around me, welcomed
against me by my arms around her in turn.

   "So good to meet you too, Master" she giggled, and i found myself
smiling irresistably as i leaned in for a deep kiss, tasting myself on her
- though me, the taste's always turned on.  Her eyes shone brilliantly when
i finally let that kiss break and leaned back, drawing her head against my
shoulder.

   I sighed a deep, content breath as i let myself finally relax.  Ah.  It
would be a good stay.

   -End of chapter 1

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