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 **************** Thank you for your time. This story is part of a series -More to come! 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