Alone:
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By William DuPain
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This is a story about a young woman whose past catches up with
her and threatens her current career and social standing in
her new environment. She is blackmailed, harassed, and turned
into a mere sexual love slave. But finds herself loving it in
time. "MF, non-consensual."

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 Lorraine Marie Burk checked her e-mail every day before going to
bed; no one ever really mailed her anything personal. But she did
use it for reminders of special TV programs she wanted to drop in
on and other special dates of interest.


She was going through the inbox this particular day and spied a
message with slut written in the subject field. There was no
address in the "from field," Lorraine was immediately angry at
the boldness of this prank. She was just about to delete it when
it occurred to her that its contents might just provide a clue to
its author.


Lorraine called up the message and froze in her seat (as anger
slowly turned into fear), there in front of her was her blemished
sexual past. There staring her in the face was the old newspaper
article about drunken orgies, and lewd behavior, from some of the
female sororities at the college.


Her college, the one she attended over five years ago, it was
complete with a picture of her and a list of charges, public
exposure, intoxication, complete with her address.


Her stomach was a ball of heavy iron as she realized the
implications to her career and future here in her new hometown,
if her boss were to find out about this story. The Hollingsworth
family owned the computer parts company where she worked as a
receptionist, and they were very straight laced, "no this
wouldn't do at all she thought."


She had been working there less than a year now, she wasn't
getting rich but she was comfortable. "Why now" she asked
herself, when things had just started to turn around in her
favor. She had moved to this small Midwestern Iowa town after a
nasty divorce from her husband to get away to a quite kind of
life.


Lorraine read the text of the message in total unbelief,
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    Slut:

    As you see from the message I now hold your future in my
hand.

    First, you will check your e-mail each morning and again at
noon. This is how I will communicate instructions to you on
exactly what it is I want done.

    Tonight you will leave your bedroom curtains open and your
night-light on as you undress. Your Master needs to inspect his
slut's imperfections the hour will be ten PM.

   You will strip yourself down to your panties they should be
red lace. You will then lay on the bed place your hand in them
and masturbate. When you have climaxed you may check your e-mail
and I will tell you what you need to do next.

    If you deny me you will be punished. Your boss and work place
peers will receive a copy of the news file.

    Master

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My God she thought the unmitigated nerve of this person is
unbelievable. Lorraine began to consider her options and realized
quickly that she had few, could this be her x-husband, no Tom may
have been a jerk but he would never do this it wasn't his style.


Lorraine racked her brain but couldn't think of a single person,
past or present, which she had offended enough to make them this
vengeful. She was afraid and couldn't afford to lose her job, not
now.


The charges stemmed from a night out on the town with classmates
that ended at a friend's house party. All the girls were drinking
that night "too much" and things got out of hand as a neighbor
called to complain about the noise. Then there were the drugs
floating around that night.


She never meant to even try the pills but was urged on to it by
the taunting of her classmates. After that things got a little
wild sexually, when the police arrived they caught Lorraine in a
compromising situation with a boy there she didn't even know.


There was a ball of intense anxiety deep in her stomach as she
tried to think of way out of this predicament and it was eating
away at her confidence. At last completely exasperated she knew
she had to obey at least until she could figure something out.
Despair was withering her disposition to outright gloom and the
future suddenly seemed exceedingly ominous.


Suddenly her attention was focused on a new incoming message, it
was from him, was it a him ... she didn't even know that much for
certain.

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Slut:

Buy a dildo before tonight and use it as I watch.

Master

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She sat absorbed with the prospect of self-abuse in front of some
whacko voyeur she didn't know *less than appealing*. She found
herself wondering what he would be doing as he watched her,
masturbating no doubt "she thought."


Somehow she was then caught up in her minds eye with the vision
of a man stroking his cock as he watched her fuck herself through
orgasm. The vision stirred her flesh to a mild lustful condition
that sent a little tingle of pleasure to tease the face of her
vulva.


Lorraine unconsciously moved her hand between her legs and gave a
little squeeze there. She found herself imagining a man alone in
the shadows breathing hard, his huge cock hard, and erect,
masturbating as he watched her nude on the bed. She was shocked
to find her own hand caressing the warmth of her mound and then
realized she was swollen and wet below.


She chastised herself for her naughty fantasies and decided to
take a shower to get her mind off such crude and tempting
thoughts. Lorraine could not will her mind away from repeated
mental scenes of night ravishment by some handsome, masked
intruder and her shower did nothing to soothe her climate.


After Lorraine finished her shower she dressed and headed out to
a sex shop in a small nearby Iowa town where no one would
recognize her. The cheeks of her face were flamed before she even
reached the entrance of the establishment.


She was thankful once inside that the place was nearly deserted.
She found the devices immediately and stood sorting out her
selection. She chose a black eight-inch super soft toy with
multiple speed adjustment.


She was thankful; as she checked out that the clerk was a female
her eyes never met those of the employee once through the entire
transaction. Lorraine sped back home and rushed into the house as
if someone were giving chase.


She was too nervous to eat anything that evening and tried to
keep her mind occupied and off the relentless march of the clock.
At last, seemingly decades later she went to her bedroom and
pulled back the floor length curtains.


Lorraine stepped to the light switch and rotated the knob until
the lighting fixture achieved maximum brightness in the room. Her
stomach was twisting inside as a war between the two desires that
tore her raged through the battlefields of her heart and mind;
the desire to run or submit.


Lorraine stood before the high double window facing the wooded
hillside at the back of her home. The bastard was out there
somewhere she knew, waiting to get his rocks off while
humiliating her.


She proceeded to undress in front of the floor length set of
double panes facing the hills behind her home. After her dress
she removed her red lace bra and allowed her long luxurious nails
to slowly circle and tease her swollen nipples.


Lorraine threw her head back to allow her long shimmering hair to
flow down her body as her nails tormented the flesh of her body
inciting that familiar craving for sexual gratification. May as
well make a show of it she had decided in her rising anger, and
give the bastard his moneys worth.


She slowly stroked her way to her prominent mound and began to
lavish that area of her body with slow deliberate manipulations.
She closed her eyes and could almost hear him breathing, his hand
traversing that large mass of flesh as he watcher her
degradation. She slid her hand down inside her panties and began
to gently flick her clitoris.


She was beginning to go wet below and could feel the lips of her
vulva swell, as she caressed the sensitive flesh of the area. The
rising power of her lust was prompting her mind to continual
visions of her oppressor.


Lorraine turned and slowly made her way to the edge of her bed
pausing at the nightstand beside it to retrieve her device. She
sat on the edge of the bed facing the window, her legs lewdly
splayed open.


She kicked her red lace panties off and turned the toy on. She
began to slowly pass the device over the top of her crevice,
lingering at the most sensitive area of her clit.


She wondered if he might be stroking his cock just a little
faster right now as he watched. She half wished at the moment
that he was in the room with her, so she could watch him too.


She was getting increasingly aroused as she continued fantasizing
about his cock and what she wanted him to do with it. She eased
the soft vibrator in between the lips of her now saturated cunt
lips and shook internally as she moaned in ecstasy.


She seductively tilted her back with her lips parted slightly as
she used one hand on the device and the other to squeeze her ripe
firm breasts. She was driving the dildo in slowly and gyrating
its shaft inside, hoping the freak enjoyed the show.


She, in awhile, would literally explode in orgasm and it was all
that bastards fault "she thought." The fucking prick coward
didn't even have enough courage to come down here and fuck her
into the bliss she now needed in person.


She threw herself back on the bed and began to fuck the dildo
into her tight, wet passage, with heroic effort. Her moaning
increased as the super soft buzzer attempted to invade her
uterus.


Her hungry cunt would not allow her to stop, it demanded
satisfaction from her and she was more than willing at the moment
to appease it. She had nearly the whole of the eight-inch length
impaled deeply into her weeping opening and waves of non-stop
pleasure were rolling over her fevered body.


She came suddenly, screaming, her hips arched high into the air,
her body shaking as her cunt convulsed around the buzzing device.
It came in waves of crashing sensation that lifted her
consciousness out of her body and moved it far away.


She lay there in a glow as the final tremors of her triumph
passed through her body. She pulled the toy out of her opening
and flicked the button to shut it off. She lay there resting,
wondering if he had enjoyed her performance as much as she had.


She finally rose and staggered over to her computer desk to
retrieve his last message.

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Slut:

You're beautiful bound in the clutches of your own lust like
that. Now all you need to complete the picture is me, in you, to
replace that toy.

Now, turn off the lights and get in bed, I'm coming to fuck you,
leave your bedroom door open for me. Tie something around your
eyes so that identification is impossible.

Don't speak to me while I'm there, do not attempt to turn on the
lights, or otherwise identify me, as this will be disastrous for
your future.

 Master

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Lorraine was infuriated but helpless to vent it at this time, she
knew. If it took fucking the creep to get him off her back so be
it. She was not willing to give up all she had gained here so
recently, not that easily anyway.


Lorraine did as she had been instructed and lowered the lights.
She took a neck scarf that she used for warmth in the winter
months and secured it about her eyes as she sat on the edge of
her bed.


She threw the comforter back and crawled under the top sheet and
waited. She was anxious again anticipating the arrival of her
tormentor. Suddenly she realized she would be completely at his
mercy and without any protection at all, and the thoughts only
fed the anxiety within.


Lorraine began to speculate what her tormentor might look like as
she lay there in the darkness. She secretly hoped he was dashing
with well-polished mannerisms. Would he be tall and handsome she
mused, probably not if he had to resort to these tactics to get
some she huffed.


Lorraine did not wait long in the darkness, she heard the
intruder advancing up the stairs to her room. She sensed the very
instant that he stood at her doorway even though she couldn't see
him.


For an instant, as he approached her bed, her fears froze her
mental processes and terrorized her body. She felt him slowly
pull the covers from her body and when she realized she was
defenseless against his gaze and touch she shivered. There was a
pause as he stripped beside her bed and Lorraine trembled again.


Then she felt his hands warm against her skin. He touched her
ankle and slowly felt his way up the inside of her leg. She
agonized through the slow journey of his hand but then her breath
caught in her throat, as finally, at long last his fingers
arrived to tease the full puffy ridges of her aching mound.


Lorraine was surprised by the gentle demeanor of his touch and
the unhurried approach of his discovery method. He placed both
hands at her lower abdomen and began his slow ascent to her
breast causing her skin to tingle as he went. His hands felt
wonderful on her body, warm and inquisitive in their exploration
of her.



She was becoming aroused again from fingers that were
irresistible wizards of persuasion. His hands were a warm sexual
mantra of sensation luring her body into a willing partnership
with his will. The sneaky bastard was making her want him and
their wasn't a thing she could do to stop it, not that she really
wanted to.


His fingers were flirting with her nipples now and the sensation
was insidiously inspirational. She hated it that he was so
skilled, hated it that he was making her body hunger for him. She
had no idea before this night that evil could be so sweet.


Then she felt the press of his lips to hers, and discovered
shortly that his finger were not the only talented member he
possessed, he was good, very good. She was shocked to realize
that she couldn't think of a valid reason to object. The bastard
teased her, stirring her lust with his lips, titillating those
sensitive areas at the side of her neck with his tongue and
teeth.


Momentarily she forgot that he was her rapist and she wanted to
whisper in his ear, no, not whisper but beg, "Please don't stop."
He resumed his assault on her lips as his hands found her mound
and tested the gates of her passion.


She was experiencing multiple currents of sexual energy in her
body. Still his hands worked their magic against the sensitive
flesh of her organ. It was maddening for Lorraine, he, teasing
her with lip and hands as if she were his willing lover, but in a
very real sense she was now. Her own urgency would not allow her
to deny him, an urgency that he created and she subjugated
herself to.


He inserted two fingers into the burning wetness of her body
causing Lorraine to moan and arch sweetly to receive his caress.
He found her G-spot instantly and propelled her to a new plateau
of desire as they kissed.


A last slow lingering kiss at her mouth and then her rapist began
his journey toward her cunt. His hands and lips were painfully
gentle against her and his trip agonizingly slow. She wanted to
scream at him "hurry, please hurry," but he had told her not to
speak.


She trembled beneath him when he finally began to place the
lightest bits about her mound. He nuzzled her ridges from top to
bottom with his lips and he became a drug her body needed now.


Without warning he went deep in her crevice and lashed the hard
little mass of her clit. She cried out as tremors of joy filled
her mind and her flesh rushed with fire. She could sense his
approval and smiled to herself pleased that he was not upset.


He peeled her open like a piece of wet, ripe fruit, and began to
feast. Her fingers traveling through his hair found it thick and
reassuring to the touch. She moaned again as he slid the width
of his hot able tongue into her pussy her hands urging him deeper
in his exploration of her secret place.


As his tongue ravished her hidden treasure his fingers mesmerized
the little bundle of flesh at the top, sending Lorraine's senses
into a freefall of hot, endless joy. She was teetering at the
edge of destruction a place where her identity would dissolve
into sheer explosive joy.


He stopped just as suddenly as he had started and raised himself
seeking her lips once more. He was pressed firmly to her body
this time and Lorraine could feel the heat and mass of his organ
at the gates of her opening.


She tilted her cunt upward and raked the full length of his mass
with her pussy, it sent shock waves throughout her body. He
kissed her again his tongue slipping into her mouth and suddenly
she was breathless and in wonder.


Their tongues delighted in the raging heat of battle, as desire
grew more intense from the flames of their warfare. Lorraine's
patience was exhausted she was desperate to have him inside her
now. She stopped and abruptly pushed against his shoulders.


"No, please, I'm sorry but I must speak, take me and finish this I
implore you," her voice was desperate and unsteady as she spoke.
He paused in deep reflection as he smiled to himself, and then
set about filling her impassioned request.


He had won the test of wills she knew, but didn't care; she
needed his flesh to fill her passage with its stern heat.
Required the rhythm of his primal mating ritual in her body. But
most of all she wanted and needed the seductive tenderness she
now recognized in his manner.


He took her, and the sudden massive invasion of her body forced
the breath from her lungs. He stimulated dimensions of emotion
she had never experienced before and created a physical joy in
her body that made her cling to him.


Lorraine came almost immediately his lips locked to hers her body
shaking beneath his powerful thrust. She wasn't sure how long he
used her body that night and didn't know how many times she
climaxed because she simply lost track, as her spirit moved from
one mystical summit to the next.


He was deliberate and methodical and much later that night when
he finally let off loving her, Lorraine was limp, exhausted, and
exceedingly content.


He kissed her once more and then did something extremely odd for
a rapist. He pulled the top sheet over her body and tucked it in
around her shoulders. Then bending over her, kissed her cheek
before dressing to go.


Lorraine's body fell quickly to the beckoning shadows of sleep
where her consciousness dissolved into the welcome arms of
slumber. She woke the next morning with sunlight streaming into
the room thankful that is was Saturday. She lay smiling for the
longest time remembering her gentle intruder.


At last she found the will to rise and head for the shower. When
Lorraine had finished and toweled herself dry she booted up her
computer to check her mail, she half expected a message from her
rapist Master to be there.


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Slave:

You pleased me last night and while you disobeyed my directive I
was extremely flattered that you couldn't resist doing so.


Tonight at 8PM I want you to return to the same sex shop you
purchased your toy at. Off to the side is an arcade kind of
affair, at the end of that hall is a door that leads to a small
viewing room.


I want you to go in and take a seat and wait for me; I will join
you. You will not wear any undergarments of any kind; you will
wear a loose dress that will allow me easy access to your
gracious charms.


You will secure for your self a bottle of "yvesSaintLaurent
Opium," you will mist your inner thighs lightly. You will mist
the sides of your breasts as well as the undersides of your
wrists. You will use this scent for me it is my mark of ownership
on your body and it pleases me.


Do these things and I will reward you with my presence, disobey
and your life will be unable to contain the Chaos I shall rain
down on you.


Do not be late!

                Master

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Lorraine was beyond pissed when she read the note, "just who the
hell did he think he was. He comes into my life with threats,
blackmails me for the use of my body and chooses my perfume for
me ... Christ!!!"


While she was indeed angry her thoughts lingered with the memory
of his touch and the wonderful way he felt inside her. She had
never experienced anything in her life like last night. She tried
to convince herself that it was all the psychology of mystery and
intrigue that inspired her passion. But deep down inside where
she just had to be honest, she knew better.


Oddly, she smiled as she rose to go and do her Masters bidding.


End part 1 ... Stay tuned for part two, "The date."


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