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A CMoon Story

Do not read if under age!



THE GOVERNOR'S SLAVE

Jon walked in the room. Immediatedy she was at his feet, on her knees, head
 bowed, waiting.  He lightly smoothed the top of her blonde head and walked
 past her, to the bar for the drink she had already prepared for him and left
 in the preferred place. He downed it in one gulp. Perfect as usual, he
 thought.

He gazed on her pliant form.  So young - sweet 16 - and so beautiful.  She'd
 been so innocent before she had fallen into his hands, innocent yet so very
 arrogant.  As instructed, she was dressed in black nylons, a sexy basque which
 tried, and failed, to adequately cover her young breasts, and black stilletos.
  No panties covered her pussy.  She was made up for a night on the town, but
 would be going nowhere tonight. 

He left her kneeling and left the room to go shower. She waited. It was
 expected. Over the past few months she had been broken in, and was now a well
 trained slave, fearful of the consequencies of upsetting the man in whose
 power she now was.  Despite herself, she was wet with anticipation for her
 master. When he returned a short while later, he wore only a towel, his desire
 apparent. He went into her bedroom and beckoned her to follow. He sat at the
 edge of the bed and she knelt at his feet, tense, waiting to please. He
 stroked her long hair and she knew what was expected.  She fought down the
 tears that began to form in her eyes - he wanted her eager acceptance of him,
 not tears and reluctant obedience.  She made herself relax. He opened the
 towel, exposing his erection and forced her head closer.

She knew what to do. She began by kissing the head of his cock and slowly
licking the shaft from the head to his balls, slowly, up and down. "I'm
going to fuck you, hard." he said, and she moaned in anticipation. With his
hand gripping her hair, he guided her head up and down, faster. He loved
watching this teenager debasing herself at his feet. 

She was the daughter of one of his political critics, Thomas Strachan, an
 opinionated pain in the butt. He had been responsible for embarrassing Jon
 shortly before the election for Governor, but luckily the damage limitation
 had worked and Jon had been narrowly re-elected.  Jon's revenge was simple -
 he had abducted, then enslaved Thomas Strachan's nubile young daughter, Susan.
 

He moaned in appreciation of her loving effort. She sucked harder, stopping
 only to tease the ticklish spot he loved. He tensed and thrust upwards,
 wanting her to deep throat him. The months spent training her had been
 glorious, and knowing that Thomas Strachan knew what he was doing to his
 daughter, yet being helpless to prevent it, had made the triumph so much
 sweeter.  How he had enjoyed punishing her until she had finally accepted her
 new place in life - as the pleasure slave of her father's enemy.

When she started to gag, he pulled her to her feet, and kissed her deeply,
 tasting himself in her mouth, while his hands roamed her body, cupping her
 breast, pinching her nipple, gripping her ass cheeks. He looked her in the eye
 and said "Tell me what you want, bitch". She bowed her head and whispered "I
 wish to please you, master". He kissed her again, then said "I'm gonna fuck
 you baby, you will never want another man."
               
He pushed her onto the bed, where she spread her legs in anticipation, and
 looked down at her. She waited. He could sense her growing impatience.  Many
 teenagers were addicted to drugs.  He had addicted her to sex - and as he was
 her only provider, she had to accept her desire for his cock.  She never
 wanted another. Only him. She would do anything for him. "You are glistening,
 sweet Susie, whats wrong?" he teased, as he ran his hand up and down the
 inside of her thigh, lightly brushing with his fingers her dripping mound as
 she tried to lie still. "Tell me" he said. 

"I want you, master." she whispered, her breath quickening.

"Say it!" he demanded as he gently nibbled on a nipple. 

"Please master, I need you." she breathed. If he didn't hurry, she would
 displease him by squirming. He relished her struggle.

"Say it, you bitch!!!" he said as he roughly pinched her nipple, causing
her to moan loudly. Softly, she begged, "I need a good shafting, master,
 please, I need you to fuck my slut pussy, please". He plunged two fingers
 inside her wetness while his other hand covered her eyes. 

"Again! what is it you want in here?" as he punctuated each word with a deep
 thrust of his fingers. She was going to come. He licked the outline of her
 full lips, slowed his thrusts. She moaned with disappointment, trying to fuck
 his fingers. He smiled and said, "Tell me what I want to hear, Miss Strachan,
 and you will be rewarded." 

"Oh, pretty please! Fill me with your hard cock, fuck me, I beg you!!" she
 groaned. "I need to be fucked.  Fuck me, please, sir!"  Losing control, her
 eyes were again filling with tears at her humiliation.

He smiled and moved on top of her, between her spread legs. She wrapped her
 long, nylon clad legs around his back in a silent plea, in case he decided
to change his mind, to show her need for him. He pinned her hands above her
head with one hand, and teased her waiting entrance with the head of his cock
 as she begged him loudly, unable to stand it anymore. God, how he loved
 teenage girls to wear stockings.  He pushed just the plump head of his cock
 inside her, feeling her cunt tighten immediately on him, trying to suck him
 in. He really had to restrain himself, he loved teasing her, watching her
 internal struggle against her humiliation, loved her wetness and tightness,
 loved her degradation. 

She struggled against his strong hands, both were restraining her now, longing
 to touch her man. "Say it bitch, say it now!" he said gruffly, then pulled the
 head of his cock slowly out then in again.

It was a real struggle, she had strong muscles inside "Or I'll not give you
 what you're begging for!" She strained to kiss him and he leaned out of
reach. She couldn't take it anymore, "I love you, oh how I love you, please
 fill me, fuck me, love me, please, master," she moaned, almost in tears, "My
 pussy is yours, Ooh...please fuck my pussy, master.  I am your willing slave."

Hearing that, he thrust deeply inside her, hard fast strokes, rocking her
 world." I love you" she whispered as he marveled again at what a tight cunt
 she had. He moaned in her ear, "Fuck me bitch", as she came, her body bucking
 as each wave of ecstacy passed through her. He came shortly thereafter, riding
 the waves of her aftershocks. He released his grip on her hands and laced his
 fingers in hers. He lightly kissed her mouth, and rolled over onto his back,
 whispering something in her ear. Lost in ecstasy, she obeyed without thinking.
 Raising herself, she once again took his penis in her soft mouth, this time
 cleaning him with her tongue.

"Thank you for fucking me so well, master." she whispered in his ear when she
 was through.

Jon smiled, and, turning into the video camera, winked.  He wished he could be
 there when Mr & Mrs fucking Strachan were forced to watch it.

THE END



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