Her Father, My Master: Enthralled (5 page)

Mr. Hendricks groaned tremendously
and pulled out, the sensation too much for his still sensitive cock.  “Good
pet,” he still managed to gasp out as he trembled over me.  I trembled along
with him.

He rolled off the bed, and before I
knew what was happening, he pulled the plug out of my body.  I bit back another
howl – it felt just as massive coming out as it had going in – and when it
finally popped out of my, I felt suddenly and achingly empty.  Though the plug
was painful, I found myself absolutely loving the sense of complete fullness
that it gave me.

My master wrapped the plug up in a
towel on the nightstand, and said with a slight smirk, “You better get used to
that.  You will be taking me there, soon.”

“Yes, sir.”  Part of me couldn't
wait.  Part of my absolutely dreaded the inevitable.  The part that couldn't
wait was the larger part of the two, I was pretty sure.  But it was still a
scary thought.

Chapter
4

The rest of the week progressed
much as the first day had.  Mr. Hendricks kept my daily planner updated with
tasks, but none of them were unbearably difficult.  In addition, he helped me
enroll in Ashland University, and with his advice, I selected a major in
communications.  I was nervous about declaring one, but he assured me that I
could always change it.

With my roster filled with 5 courses
now, I delved into my studies.  Class was a strange affair, taking place mostly
on message boards and chat rooms, but I grew used to it fairly quickly.  I was
never terrible active on the internet, but now I was getting the chance to
change that.

Aside from the cooking, cleaning, and classes, my days were fairly open.  But
nights were a different story.  When my master came home, I belonged to him.

After that first session with the
plug, he had me continue to use it, but every following time I had to put the
plug in myself.  After several days of the small thing, he had me move up in
size.  At first, the pain was excruciating, but my twisted mind converted that
pain to pleasure, and I loved every moment of it.  I loved it most of all,
because my master was doing it to me.  He was paying attention to me.

He doted on me, petting my hair and
murmuring into my ear about what a good girl I was as I gritted my teeth and
bore down on the plug, forcing it inside me.  After I pushed the larger plug
in, he would take me.  Sometimes he would have me suck him off first.  There
was a part of me that wished I could feel all three of my holes filled at
once.  To be filled that way, truly utterly and completely, must be an
overwhelming feeling.  I found myself craving it.

But as my master was only one man,
he was not capable of such a thing, so I let the craving slide away from me and
into the dark abyss of my subconscious.  For now, I would focus on him, and
pleasing him as much as I possibly could.

So night after night, he would take
me, and fuck me even as my ass was filled with silicon.  And I loved every
moment of it.

Several nights passed like this. 
It might have been a week, or possibly two.  I wasn't sure – the days were
melding into each other, sliding together into one aimless, amorphous mess.  I
realized with a start one morning that I hadn't worn a stitch of clothing since
I'd arrived at my master's house.  I knew he liked me this way, and I was
getting used to being bare all the time.

I touched the ornate collar
encircling my neck.  Its weight was comforting on my skin, and I'd quickly
grown used to its different feel, its elaborate knots and swirls.  It was the
only thing I wore, these days.

That evening, my master approached
me.  I was prepared, as I always was these days.

“You are ready,” he stated, and I
nodded.  He never asked me anything, anymore.  It was always a bald statement,
a command.  And I always obeyed.

“You are ready for me,” he
continued, and the blood drained from my face.  I knew exactly what he meant. 
I wasn't entirely certain that I was ready, but I nodded all the same.  I would
take as much of him as I possibly could, even in this way.

He pulled me along, upstairs to my
bedroom, and the towel was down, just as it had been for the last several
nights.  But this night would be different.

My master pushed me wordlessly onto
the bed, and I melted against his commands, my body as limp and pliable as warm
clay in his capable hands.  I breathed deeply, trying to let that familiar
calmness wash over me, but I was so nervous.

“Good girl,” he murmured as he so
often did whenever I did something right, and I relaxed somewhat.  He clambered
on top of me, and I could feel his naked body pressing down, the thick trunk of
his erection pushing against the small of my back.

My master must have been feeling
especially loving tonight, for he brushed my hair aside and softly kissed the
nape of my neck.  I found myself relaxing even further at his touch.  He had
that effect on me, when he chose to use that particular power.  I loved it.

He kissed his way downward, causing
my body to erupt in a tingle of electricity and fireworks.  His hands held my
sides, his skin rough against my own.  But his lips were soft, so, so soft and
light, like a butterfly.  I shuddered and tensed at each touch of his.  I could
feel a hot pulse course through my body, centering around my pussy, which was
growing wetter by the moment.  But I knew it was not my pussy that he would
take, tonight.

His cock dragged backwards, down
along my back, and then my ass, and I knew he was making ready to take me, and
my anal virginity.  I glanced back when I heard the snap of a condom – the
first one we'd ever used.

“Just in case,” he said simply, and
then guided that massive cock between my ass cheeks.  Instantly my tenseness
returned, and I had to force my muscles to relax, though nervousness still
fluttered and shimmered through my entire body.  I wanted this so much, but I
also feared it.  For once, I found myself fearing the pain that my master might
bring me.  He could do anything he wanted to me – I would never stop him.  But
at the same time, I knew he could also hurt me.

The tip of his dick slipped between
my moist folds, and I stifled a groan.  He was going there?  My body tensed in
a more pleasurable surprise as he pushed his way into my cunt, spreading me
wide.  I wasn't expecting this, not at all.

But as quickly as he dipped in, he
pulled out, and I stifled a moan of need and disappointment, now.

“That's good,” he grunted.  “But
now I need something better.  Hold still, and don't make a sound, or I will
punish you.”

I wordlessly nodded.  I knew at
this point that he didn't even want me to speak, and I would obey him.  I
dropped my head onto the towel, and raised my ass even further in the air, begging
him to take me.  And he did.

I heard the squirt of lube, and
jolted forward when the cold lube-covered head of his cock came into contact
with the tight pucker of my asshole.  He slapped my ass at my transgression,
and I squealed.

“That's one and two.  One more, and
you get a spanking,” he hissed.  I didn't say anything at all in reply – I
merely squeezed my eyes shut, and forced my body to relax.  It would come,
soon.

And come it did.  Mr. Hendricks
pushed now, and I could feel his cock invading my abused ass, impaling it.  I
bit my tongue to keep any moans or screams from seeping out, and I tasted
blood.  The feeling was exquisite, it was painful, it was pleasurable, it
crossed each of those lines over and over again, swaying back and forth like a
pendulum on a clock.

And I never wanted it to end.

Finally, the tip of his massive
dick entered me with a loud popping sound, and the shaft followed.  Inch by
agonizing inch, he sunk himself inside me, further and further.  It was
overwhelming.  It was more than I could possibly bear.

But bear it I did, as silently and
as motionless as I possibly could.  If I got a third strike, I knew my master
was going to abuse my ass in entirely different ways.

He grunted and thrust, pushing
himself deeper and deeper inside me, and when I felt his hips against my ass,
and his heavy balls slap against my thighs, I knew he was fully inside me.  I'd
taken him all.

“Good girl,” he said once again,
his hands gripping my ass tightly as we both savored the feelings he was giving
me, and I was giving in.  “So good.”  And now he withdrew, and I was
overwhelmed yet again.  I felt so full in my ass, and the once he started
moving again, I received that mingled pleasure/pain feeling once again.  It was
too much, too much...

Mr. Hendricks didn't care whether
it was too much or not, though.  He withdrew partially, and then with short,
jerking thrusts, he began to pound against me.

I wanted to scream.  I clawed at
the towel and the sheets underneath, my body writhing underneath him as he took
me in the most vulgar way possible.  My pleasure was rising and mounting at the
mere thought of all of this.  Was I going to orgasm, from this alone?  Impossible.

But my pleasure rose and rose. 
Small squeaking gasps escaped my lips, but my master didn't seem to notice, he
was so focused on his own pleasure.

“Please, please,” I whispered
inaudibly into the fabric.  I didn't know whether I even wanted him to stop or
to continue.  It felt so good, but it hurt so much, I felt as though he was
going to split me in two with his mammoth of a cock.

Finally, with a loud bellow, my
master unloaded inside me.  Inside my other hole.  The forbidden one.  Thrills
and tingles shot up my spine, but mainly I focused on the massive amount of
pleasurable pain around my abused asshole.  He was so big, he was too big.

He thrust, one, two, three more
times, each time slamming his hips down on my ass.  His fingers curled around
the flesh of each cheek, and I knew there would be bruises there in the morning,
he was gripping me so tightly.  But he was finished.

Instead of pulling out of me
immediately, like he usually did, he instead stayed inside me.  I swore that I
could feel his cock twitching as he unloaded every drop of his seed.  Finally,
after many long moments, he withdrew, but did so slowly.  Even so, I winced at
every inch he pulled out.  It still hurt me, but it was a good kind of hurt.

“Good girl,” he grunted when his
dick popped out of me with a lewd squelching sound.  “But I did hear you.”

Oh no.  Oh yes.  My body was still
on fire, shivering and tensed from his tortuous, pleasurable cock, and he'd
heard me.  My third strike.

When I didn't speak, he continued. 
“You know what this means.”

“Yes, master,” I said, finding my
voice.

There was no warning.  He hand
slammed down against my bare, abused skin, and I let out an involuntary
scream.  My master tsked, and he spanked me again.  And again.

I breathed raggedly as my hands
crabbed at the sheets, gripping them hard.  I was a bad girl, such a bad girl,
and now I needed to be punished properly.  Again his hand came down, and sparks
flew in my eyes from the pain.  Each time his hand slapped down was like a
miniature orgasm to me.  I was a bad girl.

He must have spanked me ten...
fifteen times, before he left me on the bed, bruised, battered, and utterly
abused.  “Clean yourself up,” he commanded.  I squirmed, my hands tracing down
my body.  I needed release – real release, the only kind an orgasm could give
me.

My master slapped me again.  “No
coming until I say so, slave.”

I bit back a moan.  He wouldn't do
this to me.  But he just did.  My body was on fire, my entire being moaned and
ached for release, but my master said I couldn't come.  So, with a gargantuan
effort, I pulled my hands away from my thighs, my pubic mound, and I gripped
the sheets again.

“Go clean up,” he repeated.  “And
if you come, I'll know it.”

I believed him completely when he
said that.  He knew everything about me.  Of course he would know if I came, as
well.

So I went to the shower a
disheveled mess.  My cunt and clit throbbed, they ached and pulsed for release,
and under the stream of the shower I dared to let out a moan.  After I let the
water sluice through my hair and skin, I dared to take the shower head off and
press it between my legs.  I squirmed in the shower now, the hot jets of water
pummeling my cunt, abusing my clit, bringing me closer and closer to that
release I so desired... my body shook with the impending climax, I was close,
so close...

But at the last moment, I pulled
the shower head away.  My need to please my master was greater than my need to
come.  But I wanted to come, I wanted to come so badly.

Not wanting to tempt myself any
further, I wrenched the shower head away, set it in its hook, and stepped out
of the shower, dripping wet in every way and utterly naked.  I toweled off
quickly, and escaped the tiny, steamy room.

My master was waiting outside. 
“You didn't come, did you,” he said.  I looked at him, flushed and red,
slightly sweaty and dripping with so much moisture that I swore I could feel
tendrils on my thighs.  I shook my head mutely.

“Show me how much you want me.”

My eyes grew wide.  This was new. 
I wasn't entirely certain what to do, so I let my instincts take over.  I was
on him like a flash, draping my abused body over his, kissing his chin, his
cheek, the lobe of his ear.  My hands desperately frisked up and down his
sides, tracing every angular line and muscle.  I took in as much of him as I
could.  He didn't reciprocate, but he also didn't resist, so I chanced to grab
a hold of his cock.  He was thick, so thick, already erect and ready to take me
again.

“Go to the bedroom,” he ordered in
a growling voice, and I obeyed.  I always obeyed my master.  I ran for the
bedroom, my feet skidding across the carpet, I was moving so fast.  Before I
knew it, I was touching the door knob, opening the door, and stepping inside.