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 the seed for wich Lila provided the return. Story codes : Rape, Fear, Water Sports. For the 'bad guy' - Anjelen's side of this chapter, see -> http://www1.asstr.org/files/Authors/Angelus/anjelen_adopting-a-puppy_1.txt **************** Adopting a puppy - Lila's view - Chapter one. It was just after sunset on a balmy summer night. I was driving home from work, more than a little distracted thinking of a particular person. My Master, Anjelen, had occcupied my thoughts most of the day. Thoughts and fantasies filled my mind's eye, just as clear as the rich timbre of his voice still echoed in my ears. He had told me yesterday that he would be unavailable for the next two days..which ment a very long and lonely night. I was accustomed to nights spent at the computer, on my knees in front of a webcam for my Master...carrying out his every command, and loving every minute of it. But tonight I would have to entertain myself.... I pulled into the driveway and shut off the car, my mind lingering on the last fantasy of the car ride, a distracting scene where my Master takes me from behind and whips me until i beg for use. I got out of the car, my body tingling with shivers of lust that still trickled through me. I turned to lock the car door and felt simultaneous shock, terror, and lust all stroke through me as a strong and demanding body slammed me into my car.. I stayed motionless, paralyzed. I was terrified that this strong, dominating body would kill me or worse, but still shaking with lust at the similarities between my fantasy and this event. The next moment, his hand was over my mouth, stifling the scream that was trapped inside my terrified mind. I looked and saw his other hand in front of me, holding a ten-inch half serrated blade shining in the moonlight. I felt a second wave of paralyzing fear and hot, delicious lust wash over me as my breathing accelerated towards panic from thesimultaneous terror and lust. He grabbed my face in his other hand, keeping me carefully turned away from his face, my panicked breathing erratic against his hand. He removed the smooth blade from my sight and let go of my face for just a moment as he quickly wrapped a blindfold around me, pulling my head back against his chest just as quickly. He covered my mouth again and my paralysis was broken. I struggled against his hold until and his hand tightened around my throat...sending desire and fear licking through me. I fell slack in his arms, both convenced that there was nothing I could do to stop this man, and that I was far too hot to care for the moment. The fear remained though, a hot, shivering thought in the back of my mind as I was shoved into the passenger seat and I heard him sit down beside me. I tried to remove the blindfold, to get a look at my captor, but some hard cold metal handcuffs held me tight... a rope then held my hands to my left thigh. I squirmed and wriggled trying to free myself, but only halfheartedly....I was hotter and wetter than I had been in a LONG time and was really enjoying the binding, in spite of the fear.I sat calm and waiting in my seat, trying to decipher where we were going. I began to think on the drive over...what if this was for real...what if this man is really kidnapping me..what if i never get home again...what if he kills me? I sat, pondering my fate...deciding what i should do. Should I fight, should I stay? would it matter? the reality of the danger fell on me like a stroke of a hammer. I sat silently, tearfully enduring the ride. Once a blessed numbness had overtaken me, I pondered the people I loved most. My family, my friends, my Master. Him especially. There was something about this male that mimiced some of his tricks. But it couldnt be him...MAster was five hours away and would never touch me unless I had my leash and collar on...A sharp grab and pull on my hair caused me to almost fall out of the car. He walked ahead and i limped along after him,my hands still bound to my thigh. He yanked me into the building. It seemed to be a house. I was shoved across the carpeted floor in a circle. In the mixture of terror and anticipation flowing through me i was docile, but whimpering slightly. I was roughly shoved without warning into a leather couch, from the feel of it. I flew off of my feet for a second.I shivered and shook as I let the anticipation turn to desire and the desire flowing through me turn to wetness. Then I felt the cool edge of the knife, and the desire and mild fear change to utterly paralyzing terror. I froze, still as stone and whimpered as I felt the knife against my skin...cutting, but only the clothes that covered me. With every feel of the knife, where there might have been desire and lust once, there was pure, paralyzing terror. I felt tears rolling down my cheeks and fought no to shake a I was ripped and cut out of my clothing. When he had removed all but my underwear, he paused and I started. Was he hesitating? This moment was enough to change my reaction when I felt cold steel slice neatly through my panties. Desire curled through me again an wetted my already dripping pussy. I froze, but in anticipation more than fear as I felt the frigid edge of the blade against the hollow of my spine. I shivered ever so slightly, which soon gave way to outright shaking as I felt the unmistakable head of a hot, hard cock nudging against my pussy. I had only a moment to register the extremities of lust and terror, and notice that my MAster would have given me exactly such a variety of emotions and feelings to deal with as he would have fucked me before he shoved hard and fast inside me. I wondered if it could be him...the only Master i had ever known. My knees buckeled, my head fell back and had there not been the edge of a blade on my back, i would have moaned to be filled after such a time of anticipation. He slid easily through and into my body, taking me hard and fast with ease. I began squirming and writhing in place of the screams that were trapped in my throat. Throwing and buckling my body to free myself from this torturingly pleasurable trap. I fought and clawed to be free, pushing against the couch. I was bent over, just like the little slut I had always been for my Master. In spite of the thrill of desire spooling through me, I fought harder and harder. When he raised his hand to spank me hard on the ass, I increased my efforts, though did not try to stop the incredible wetness that filled my pussy while he smacked me hard.He lost patience and grabbed my hair, the other hand finding my throat and squeezing. I felt him tighten ever more as i continued struggling. My breathing became haggard and stopped altogether. Panic spiraled through me and I writhed in his arms. When he didn't let go i fell slack, compliant for the cock that was, even now, making me shiver and moan. He pushed harder and the after effects of the throttling filled me with terror again. I shook and cried while he fucked me, deeper and deeper with each thrust. I felt the tears streaking down my face, my lips betraying me with the release of whimpers and the occaisional sob. He shoved my head down again and I came to know that this was not, in any way, my Master. My Master would not hear me cry. My Master would not shove my face into the pillows... this person was raping me...and i was enjoying it. Sobs shook my frame as he pumped his cock into me at a calmer, more rhythmic pace. I became louder at the increase in pleasure. I felt an orgasm growing and sharpening and whimpered as he fucked me aagain and again. He let go of my hair and I writhed again, terrified and caught in a net of helpless pleasure with this stranger. I felt the edge of cool steel against my back again and froze instantly. I heard the harsh whisper "stop fighting me or you die. slowly" I shivered, terrified and pleasured beyond control. I felt a new wave of liquid wash over the cock in my pussy as I took in the feeling of that hard, icy metal. Outwardly, I shook and sobbed my terror into the leather, his hands on my hips and knife at my back. Though inside I could feel the increasing pleasure. As he kept fucking me it became harder to control. The knife agianst my back, the steady fucking that was keeping me dripping and hot. I began to drop the sobbing and slowly began to hear soft little moans and gasps from my mouth. He stopped, shoved his cock DEEP inside me, causing a shiver through my spine. "Up"he said...and i complied. He ripped me into standing with my hair and took hold of my sensitive breasts. He walked around the couch, still with the knife in my back, until he sat down and pulled me down on top of him. A moan ripped from my throat as my already abused pussy swallowed his long hard cock again under my weight. He reached through and began to stroke and play with my clit, still having a firm hold on my breast. I reached down with my still hancuffed hands to fight the clever fingers on my breast that would make me moan soon. HE pulled the chain behind my neck so i was trapped, only allowed access to neck and shoulders. I felt him grasp my other breast andfroze. "camera in front of you" i heard, hissing out of the darkness. I felt the flat of the knife against my throat and i moaned...unable to hide my pleasure, my fear evidenced by the tears still running down my face. He forced my hips against his, giving just one warning of "dont stop" before guiding me with the knife at my throat to a rhythm he liked. I began to sob softly...fear doubling by the rocking that he was forcing. The sobs that wracked my frame made me clench around him, swallowing him deep into my cunt. He let go of my hair and i felt the desire take a hold of me. I rocked at the steady pace he demanded while thrusting my chest out to me touched. He captured my nipple and pinchend and twisted until he tore small whimpers from my throat. I felt him pushing up to meet me and continued the steady rhythm, soon turning to moans and shivers as I fucked myself on his cock. I still felt the fear raw and real and biting as before, but the pleasure drowned it out. I heard a hissed "good" in a voice i almost knew, but lost when he removed his hand from my nipple. Master would have rewarded me for doing good, I thought, this is a stranger. The humiliation of being raped by a stranger and enjoying it made the pleasure almost too much. I shoved back on his cock without a thought. demanding more and more, I went faster and faster, sighing and yelping with each thrust, which he met perfectly with his own. I could feel the waves of orgasm curled inside me, waiting for just the right push. I felt him buckle and thrust one last time and, to my utter shock, he began pumping my cunt full of his heat and seed. I was violently shoved over the walls of orgasm as I felt him getting his pleasure from me. I locked once, twice, and then screamed my humiliation and my pleasure as I came around him... feeling every drop of his hot cum inside me. I rode the waves of orgasm, shrieking my humiliation the whole time. When I finished, laying used and deflied against him, he moved inside me simply to watch me twitch around him. This motion, this toying, brought to light the extent to which I was being claimed and used. I cried...hard and loud, letting my shame, my humiliation, and a little of my pleasure wash down my face in a sea of tears. I grabbed my own arms, and sobbed...sobbed until i thought I would break from the shaking. HE got tired of the noise and mercilessly shoved me to the floor. I fell without a thought - what else could he do to me, really? I sat on the floor and hid my face...feeling dirty and defiled and horribly guilty for having enjoyed it, as well as still mourning that my Master wasnt here to help me. I almost didnt notice when he unlocked my handcuffs and pushed me back. I caught myself with my hands and just sat, knowing that whatever he did to me i would take. That I was claimed and dirtied, and worthless except as such. Then I felt a hot liquid falling on my stomach. I felt it run between my legs and over my thighs...it took me a moment to realize that it was urine. I threw my headback, accepting ANYTHING that he would do to me. He moved up my stomack to my chest, ending on my neck. "face down. open wide. drink me in" i heard from above me. I snapped to attention and began to swallow,working as fast as i could, though not nearly capable of keeping up...i felt piss drip and stream down my face to my throat and my chest. I coughed and gagged at the taste, not used to it at all, but very used to the shape in my mouth. I decided to take a risk. Risk possibility of death to possibility of knowing...I sat up, resigned myself to accept the consequences, and when he had finished with my mouth, I could but barely whisper..."M-master?" Silence. I feared the worst. I was wrong, and I had angered my powerful captor... I sat awaiting my punishment. I heard him sigh and he yanked me back by the hair. I heard a whispered hiss... "And now, you die". I yelped in surprise as well as terror and pain. feeling just the tip of the knife on my throat and I began to sob. I froze as i felt the blade trace up my throat, to my jaw, and remained paralyzed as he sliced through my blindfold. I started, confused. I heard "And Lila will be reborn, once more my slave. Hello Puppy. So nice to finally meet you in person." I recognized the Master's voice and form, but could not move. I went from utter terror to complete shock and all I could think with him smiling down at me was "you asshole!" I reached up to my chest, taking his hand in my own. He sat on the couch and patted his lap "here puppy puppy puppy!" i heard him call. I knew what to do. I crawled on all fours to where he was sitting and sat in my Master's lap, holding him close to me. "So good to meet you too, Master" I giggled. I watched him smile, pleased with me, and kissed him deeply for the first time. I felt his mouth against mine and knew the passion still inside him. This would definately not be the last time We would be enjoying an afterglow today. I lay my head against his shoulder, feeling that my place in the universe had appeared, and that I was exactly where I should be. -End Chapter One **************** Thank you for your time. This story is part of a series -More to come! Feedback is greatly appreciated - please visit: http://www.geocities.com/anjelen_amore/index.html Lectori Salutem!