Author's Note: This is a revamped version of my first attempt at telling a story of people. Hope it is better, I cringed when I re-read my first draft.

Update (10/28/11): Enjoying this so far, hope you do also.

Update (11/16/11): This story is consuming me. Hope you all enjoy reading it as much as my mind vividly enjoys creating it.

Chapter 1 - New Purchase

Frustration, and humiliation overtook Ashley.

Well into the evening hours Ashley had succumb to need. Her desires, desires she hadn't shared with anyone in a long time had so gotten the best of her. She called out again, more out of frustration, knowing beyond a doubt that no one could hear her, she prayed again for rescue. This was her third attempt, and she felt thoroughly defeated.

Her gag was extremely tight, pumped multiple times till it filled every millimeter of her mouth. Her tongue was firmly pressed down beneath the expandable rubber ball stuffed into her. The straps over the top of her head and under her chin had been locked in place. The closest house in her rural area was over two acres away. It was also behind a tall fence, also nestled inside a small wooded area. Even without her gag Ashley would be hard-pressed to scream loudly enough to gain anyone's attention. The main drive of her home was set back easily a quarter mile, and the old red brick two story just wasn't the sort of home people wandered up too.

The house was just right for what Ashley had in mind though, it enabled her need, her need for Bondage.

And now reflecting back she had done job to be proud of, if only she had thought out tonight's escape plan better. Or if only she had the guts to finally invite the one person she wanted here now. After nearly three straight hours of body wrecking orgasms Ashley knew she had to somehow think, so she mercifully knelt down, taking the strain off her calves. The bondage ballet boots were absolutely stunning, made her feel exotic and transformed all at once, but were devastatingly effective. Her well muscled calves and thighs hurt, her toes were pinched beyond bearing, her arches on both feet felt like they would tear if she didn't kneel down.

She loved those beastly leather boots.

The laces had been pulled one notch at a time, as tight as she could bear, the suede leather material clung to her from the tip of her big toe all the way up to six inches below the crack of her ass. The locking buckles at her ankles and thigh made release impossible without some serious cutting tools. They were custom made and cruel.

In other words, perfect.

Carefully Ashley steadied herself, she didn't want to drift any farther down, the effort to get her feet back under her she knew would be exhausting, especially in the state she was in now. The invader in her pussy was silent again, waiting again, ready to pounce any moment. And she knew without a doubt when it did break its slumber it would shake her for all she was worth. Shake and rub her in a way that was impossible to describe, it amazingly hit every tender spot perfectly. It being one of two brand new toys that had become her downfall.

Ashley was normally a control freak, everything in its place, tested, re-tested, then used effectively. She had read the instructions, then placed the two C-size batteries into the main shaft, and the single AA into the horn. Twisted the entire tan colored very fleshy looking toy back together.

With the paperwork, plastic wrap, and box still on the bed Ashley used the lowest setting and blasted herself into an intoxicating orgasm right out of the box so to say, that very afternoon. Knowing she had made one of her best purchases she had rushed to shower an make it to aerobics, followed by dance class. After her class she tried to talk to her beautiful teacher, no mentor was how Ashley thought of Katarena, then she came home, defeated.

Snapped suddenly from the daze of thinking of beautiful Katarena, the dual instrument of destruction had gone back to work. The eight inch shaft of the main dildo was large, much larger than Ashley was used to, combined with the two inch protrusion that laid so perfectly against her clit.

"Oh" She thought; "To meet the mind that brought this demon to life."

Right now she was positive she wouldn't thank him or her, right now the effect of this vibrator on her lower regions was titanic. She cursed herself for not testing the affects this monster had when combined with bondage, her deep desire to be helpless, along with this new device was incredible! Added to the mix was the very real panic of her situation, the fear coursing through her, all combined together into a dangerous cocktail of bliss and pain.

Ashley had used a strap-on belt to lock her newest vibrator in place just before setting the time delay. Empowered with new batteries, and the variable settings she was sure this thing had sensed her intent to over-come her own body and the entire out of control situation, instead it plainly declared it would instead devour her body. She was completely helpless at this contraptions mercy, and knew there would be none.

Even though Ashley was more fatigued than she could remember ever being. Even when she had run cross-country she found a deeper reserve, the endorphins flush through her body. Out of control, her body responded, she began swaying like a cobra rising from a basket. Back and forth she tilted on her knees, some small part of her trying to wrestle some level of control, but still felt her body rush toward another orgasm, moaning from the intense pressure she came, came hard, felt herself bite down on her gag, she swayed and over compensated, lost her balance, and crashed down to the floor. Futilely trying to stop her fall, recognizing her peril, she twisted as she fell, but still she struck the top of her head on the pine base rail of her queen-size bed. Slumping heavily, dazed and squirming with her wrists locked behind her back and connected to her collar that allowed simply no way to cushion her fall. The two chains, one short six inch chain passed through the leather cuffs on her wrists locked to a nine inch chain attached to the back of the thick three inch semi-posture collar locked around her slim neck, which securely kept her wrists well above her waist. Massive sensations of pleasure smashed into her pussy and rolled over her, in unison with being oxygen deprived, compounded by the sharp rap to the head, and Ashley abstractly watched consciousness slip away, and she started replaying her life, and the days events in her minds eye.


Chapter 2 - Her Story

Always careful Ashley had checked the front and back door, all the windows, pulled the curtains and blinds shut. And with a giddy heart Ashley had shut her bedroom door, crossed the bedroom, removed the large comforter and blanket which blended in and obscured her Hope Chest. Ashley took the comforter and blanket into the adjoining walk-in closet of her master bedroom, then neatly placed them on the cloths hamper in the corner. Taking a moment to reach up on the top shelf behind some trashy love novels her fingers found their target, an archaic looking skeleton key. Grasping the key to her chest and feeling a bit flushed all at once Ashley returned to the bedroom and unlocked her oak hope chest. Placing the heavy old-world style padlock on the nightstand next to her, she knelt in front of her obsession and dream chest.

She understood that other women used hope chests to store items in preparation of marriage. And as she reflected that might be just what she was doing; "Yeah right she thought, like anyone would want this twisted bitch". No mundane heirlooms like her grandma's wedding dress or old lace, but pure sexuality laid out in all its glory. Ashley slowly ran her fingers lightly over the top of the items within.

This sturdy wood box held her treasures.

The intoxicating aroma of leather filled the room when she tossed back the heavy lid. Shining from every corner within the chest was the glint of stainless steel links, studs, and buckles which reflected enticingly. The tightly bundled and color-coded lengths of various types of rope, a few well designed top end gags folded neatly together, her hood, and many other toys. Finally Ashley's eyes fell on her very favorite red satin covered hat box tucked into the corner of her hope chest. The elegant chapeau box that contained her lovers and her nemesis. All together this slowly acquired inventory took Ashley's breath away every time she opened her secret chest.

Took her breath away and frightened her on a terrible and deep level.

Ashley felt herself flush again and knew that if she didn't get busy she would take matters into her own hand right there.

So first she stood up and unbuttoned the big white buttons on her sun dress. Pulling it over her head she tossed her light blue cotton dress over the back of a large wood and leather King George style chair commanding the far corner of the room. The chair situated beside the 6x4 window that chair remained her favorite place to rest and read in the summers. The bay window would be thrown open and the sun drifting through the trees around the house gave Ashley hours of enjoyment. But in the evenings, that powerful chair, given the right amount of rope, had held her body so tightly, so unnervingly, she swooned just remembering past adventures.

Ashley immediately sucked in her stomach. Not because she was over-weight, but she had become obsessively body conscious. Her self-esteem never being the highest growing up had lately been maturing quite well. Her accelerated dance regime has changed her body, her stature, her bearing, she would never slump her shoulders again, she would look about with shoulders back, belly in and chest out. With Katarena's training she was in charge of her body and appearance for the first time.

In high school she had done track with her two best friends, she had run track her junior and senior year, but with college, community college really, there just wasn't the drive or time to continue in sports. Not to mention she hated with a passion being hit on. The attention was wonderful, but every wanna-be jock her age had the mental and emotional skill of a troll. Nothing romantic, just immature boys thinking she would jump in the sack with them if they winked, or worse yet came out and said; Hey babe, lets get funky.

Really? Really? Idiots one and all. A woman needs a LOT more than "lets get funky". Ashley knew she wanted romance, she wanted imagination, she wanted fire, passion, and she wanted it all.

Not getting funky.

With college life, the grind of mid-terms, and no social life to speak of, going to dance classes and aerobics had become Ashley's only vent, her dance instructor, a beautiful older lady had filled her with joy and even pride the second they met.

Katarena had a way of looking into your soul, her regal stature combined with those piercing blue eyes captured Ashley the moment she introduced herself. In her mind she felt like a mouse being sized up by a python, that is until the first words that came out of Katarena's mouth. With a light eastern European accent Katarena glided past two of would-be students who were attempting to engage Katarena's attention, Katarena strode purposely to Ashley, reached out and grasped her hand gently.

Then leaning forward the memorizing woman whispered; "Stunning"; pausing to gaze up and down obviously gauging some unknown quality in her mind, finally, unhurriedly then she continued;

"Your body is sculpted to become a unparallelled dancer, if I had been gifted with your frame and potential, you will dance for me, yes?"

Instantly Ashley began to bloom like a flower in life giving sun.

Katarena had circled her twice, somehow looking past her frumpy jeans and loose t-shirt Katarena plainly liked what she saw. Katarena's smile was warm, her motions fluid, her body lithe and long-legged. Ashley found out later Katarena had been dancing in the east Balkans with a dance group since nearly infancy, until she was fifteen. That was when she had been able to immigrate to France, spent a short time studying and dancing, then had moved on to America. All that had been twenty years ago.

Katarena told Ashley she had the physical potential to become a great dancer. She poured compliments out nearly as fast as demands once classes commenced. First Ashley signed up for aerobics at the college, and loved every step of it. Katarena would use Ashley exclusively to demonstrate positions to the rest of her class. A kind word on a movement from Katarena made Ashley giddy, or firm hand repositioning her when needed. It was those moments when Kat laid her hand, or pressed against Ashley that she knew she what she craved.

Ashley wanted so much to please Katarena reflexively.

Ashley signed up for classes five more nights a week after school, at Katarena's studio. Interpretive dance was brutal, she threw herself into Vaganova, the native Russian ballet, Cecchetti the classic Italian style, mixed in modern and contemporary methods, every night Ashley worked hard, harder than ever in her life. Quickly her body remembered all the years of work before when she was a child, she progressed and surpassed those around her. Her once cute form over weeks of hard work had been transformed. Her bearing, the way she held her body even at rest was a thing of beauty, and she shone like a diamond. The rough edges completely worn away by a master, or as Ashley thought, a Mistress who was a jeweler plying her trade on human flesh.

And Ashley knew she wanted Katarena.

Ashley was never unattractive, but when younger she just had the unexplainable ability to be invisible. At least that is how she felt, nothing fanciful like a hobbit carrying a forbidden magical ring. Just ordinary, quite, and if she spent anytime being introspective, shy to a near clinical level.

This manifested to keep her always on the periphery of "the in crowd". Her natural pleasant looks, never wearing make-up, combined with a down home demeanor and very few girl friends when growing up keep her lonely. Combined with not a single boy wanting to hang out with her, and you had a borderline outcast. She dressed like a boy, and didn't hesitate to standup for herself. Not exactly a combination that attracted a young boys eye, or fragile ego.

During her senior year of high school her wardrobe got a bit better, and only because of the affection and care her two best friends showed. Lori and Leticia made high school bearable. Which anyone who has had to endure public school knows first hand was a tremendous feat in its self.

Ashley being a only child craved companionship, hell girls of any sort to hangout and share her daily problems. Coming from a divorced home, her mom had left her and her dad when she was only ten years old. Even reflecting on that year still hurt, and if she was honest with herself, it was why she was so guarded, so careful with her emotions and never allowed anyone to be to close.

Now years later, recovering from the hurt of a rough childhood and feeling like a outcast Ashley looked into the full length mirror on the wall next to the closet and felt pride. She had felt gawky as a young girl, she remembered her mom so wanted her to dance, the classes continued from three years of age until her mom had left. Then Ashley didnt want to hurt her dad by asking to continue dance, or do the things her mom had been so focused on, but dance was something Ashley sorely missed.

Cross-country became her passion in junior high and high school, her lean body took to it beautifully, and Ashley didn't have to be home at night much. It wasn't that she disliked her dad, no she loved him deeply, but she hurt to see him when he was alone at night. If there was no practice she just ran to pass the evenings. It was easier on him, so she ran.

Running during high school, and bad diet had not been the best for growing teenage girl, looking back it might have somewhat stunted her growth. But now at twenty-one, with her late to the party body filling out Ashley really felt blessed. Her 32C breasts were beautiful. Tightly compacted into her cotton exercise bra looked they looked marvelous, her flat stomach and toned legs were to die for, and she felt exhilaration knowing others thought so too. Her thong panties hid just enough of her private parts to not be arrested, but left no mystery, the round hump and nearly visible lips pouted in the pressed cotton. Not a hair to be found, she smiled and rubbed her swollen lips. The feel of her smooth and cleanly shaven twat excited her.

Ashley did her very best to peer at her reflection as she had seen Katarena peer at her, just that act alone made her heart skip a beat and instinctively she could feel the moisture seeping into her panties. Ashley took out a leather hoop, pulled her long auburn mane back away from her face into a very high topped pony tail. Even with the tight and high drawn ponytail Ashley's hair fell down to her shoulder blades. Once more looking at her reflection and out of joy Ashley broke her gaze and performed her very best pirouette a la seconde. Lifting her left leg she spun perfectly in a tight clockwise ball, only the sound of the leather sole of her two inch heels and the whip of her hair could be discerned.

Laughing and looking down Ashley kicked off her red heels, and laid back on her fluffy double mattress bed. Falling back Ashley brushed the tiny instruction booklet that had accompanied her new dildo. Picking it up and looking at the illustrations brought on a feeling exuberance and for what felt like the first time in her life throwing caution to the wind, completely unlike what she had done at the studio, tonight she decided it was time to finally live for the moment!

It was time to finally get funky.


Chapter 3

Ashley picked up the second half of her order off her bed, taking it from the adult supply shops discreet brown paper box. The vibrator had been such a success that she was euphoric and sure to her core that the other half would be just as good. Breaking the hard plastic case open and releasing this tool was intimidating, and if Ashley hadn't been feeling so betrayed by her need to be in control, pushing away her need to be sure before risking she wouldn't have had discounted this change in plans. Or might have taken a moment to read the invoice or label of her new toy.

Dr. such and such makes this back door invader for your pleasure. Right!

Ashley was no anal virgin, but her experience to date had been the small version of this item. A butt plug from what she had read would fill you up, drive you crazy, give you that sweet taint of humiliation, only the small version of this brand had been, a diversion at best. Lubed up and slid home it stretched and pressed, but this aura of being dominated like the books and stories she had read just didn't materialize. She had striven for that feeling, she had used the small plug and a device of her own fiendish imagination, and pounded her own ass. Plenty of orgasms, but not the rest, she knew something was missing.

Comparing her old butt-plug side by side with her new purchase stripped from its packaging, it was exactly the same shape, much larger, it still had the flared flange around the base, so it didn't slip too far in, heaven forbid. Arrow shaped and rounded, with a gel center, all and all it looked like a challenge.

She thought to herself; "Good lord, it is only a medium, one step up from her small, so stop this foolishness."

And she said aloud while picking up her old plug; "You my old friend, are not, filling the bill!"

With that Ashley tossed the small butt plug back into her satin toy box and went about laying out tonight's challenge.

Ashley pushed against the side of her five drawer dresser, which was on rollers, to reveal my her own special torture device. Hidden bolted to the wall was her "shop project".

She checked the fit, placed the new plug onto it by sliding the base and flange into a conical holder.

Ashley squealed! "Just like it was made to order."

Bolted to the wall fabricated out of wood and brackets she had fashioned a panel that became her very own ass-punishing machine. She re-checked the butt-plug, then took her master-key and tucked it into a slot at the bottom of the panel, spun the counter without looking and pressed the door closed. Once the latch shut it would only open if the piston inside the panel advanced the counter too whatever setting Ashley had just randomly set. Air had to be driven into the chamber, and that could only be done if the left/right levers on the face of the 2ft square panel are depressed, and the armature under the plate holding the butt-plug were cycled together.

A complete cycle to advance the counter is anywhere between eight to twenty compressions, the amount of air really is dependent on how far you are able to drive down the piston. Well how hard your able to fuck your own ass. Each time you plunged the butt-plug to the wall mounted piston air pressure would build until the counter rolled over. Once the counter rolled completed cycles the small door pops free. And behind that door the master-key would fall to the floor in easy reach!

Ingenious, devious, time-consuming, but for a once self-absorbed shut-in like Ashley, only a couple weekends in the garage behind the house to fabricate. Her Dad did his best raising her, and he imparted a desire to tinker, build, to figure things out. He was a craftsman, and carpenter, and he raised her right, to be proud, to stand up for herself, but he had raised a independent girl. Ashley knew in her heart the strength dad had imparted had translated badly into interacting with unsure people. She didn't have time for their weaknesses, that thought surfaced and Ashley thought about Katarena, strong Katarena, sure Katarena, beautiful Katarena.

Ashley slowly opened her eyes, the light in the bedroom was much dimmer than she remembered, had the lamp burned out? Her ass hurt, her asshole had paid a terrible price for her mistake tonight, it was on fire really. Ashley whimpered at the idea of finishing what she had started hours ago. Wiggling her fingers around she started to assess how bad off she was, maybe use the minutes before the demon between her legs awoke and plowed into her for round 20. Ashley's belly hurt, her pussy cramped, the sweat and love juices ran freely between her legs. The straps holding the double vibrator in had not slipped a fraction of a inch. No chance of gaining freedom from her captor, so she had to think fast. Because the instant "round 20" started she would be out for the count, well after a huge amount of pussy punishment.

Just in her periphery vision she could see the anal invader laying sloppily on the hard wood floor. Covered in KY and her own juices it was as slippery as a eel and completely useless.

It had all gone so terribly wrong, as a after-thought Ashley had shut her bedroom door, pulled the shades down, lubed herself, the plug and attached the chains between her wrist cuffs and neck then backed onto her anal calamity. The thing wasn't just uncomfortable, it was massive. It was excruciating, Ashley felt herself gag and thought a two by four was being shoved into her ass. The intensity of her grunts slipping past her gag surprised even Ashley.

Then her new dildo roared to life, her hands shot out and found the leather strap at the top of the "shop project", placed there to help her steady herself kind of like a subway hasp, the strap gave leverage when hammering away. Feeling her heartbeat somehow race even faster Ashley dismissed any thought of stopping and slammed her ass down on the spike! Air could be heard blasting into the chamber behind Ashley as she whimpered and moaned into her gag.

All this had to be done at once if she was to get the damn keys to drop down, ever. And had to be done repetitively, after the piston advanced, the chamber inside the panel would have to mechanically bleed off the air inside the chamber. This prevented the captive as Ashley liked to think of herself, from simply pounding away quickly and gaining release. The pressure chamber took about three minutes to discharge, three minutes was a long time to stand perfectly still waiting, on your toes, with a spike up your ass.

Ashley hazily recalled her initial experiences. They were great, but the small butt plug was just, well small.

Soon it became no challenge. Too bad her emotional state had gotten the best of her. Otherwise caution would have saved her from the self inflicted pain of the evening.

Who would have guessed that the thing was just too massive! That the adult store had sent a large, not medium version. To make matters worse during one of her rolling orgasms, somewhere between cycle three or four of advancing the release mechanism, the unthinkable had happened. The flanged base of her new butt-plug slipped out of the piston/panel!

Panicked but sure she could recover, Ashley attempted to reinsert the ass torpedo back into the panel, trying to use awkward hopping motions while balancing on her toes, she hoped that the flange would catch and slide back into position. While winding herself and making tiny leaps the evil vibrator popped into over-drive, once more driving her into furiously panting fits, her body was in simple reaction mode, she vaulted, she was gasping and convulsed, just as the plugs base caught, just as another orgasm rolled through her.

Catastrophe! On her way down the monster pulled free of her ass!!! The cry of pain as the massive arrow shaped head reversed past her asshole was guttural, and impressively muffled by her gag. She watched absent-absentmindedly as light shot past her field of vision, and her breath was stolen. She knew how a brand new foal felt on wobbly knees after birth. Her head swam, and her senses refused to listen to her brain.

After minutes of leaning against the wall next to the panel Ashley's senses slowly returned. Taking assessment of her predicament, with her arms pinned above her waist, behind her back, Ashley knew she could never re-insert the mammoth invader. Worse when she did lay down and attempt to recover butt plug the KY and own juices combined with the gel body of the butt-plug made it impossible to retrieve and replace onto the panel. Not to mention her numb fingers inside her lovely leather gloves just didn't have the dexterity or range of motion to accomplish the task.

On her third attempt to return the plug once again to the panel and it again falling to the floor Ashley was realizing she was in much more trouble than her pain clouded, over sexed brain would earlier admit. Just then the vibrator straight from the gates of hell, reclaimed her. More time lost, more thoughts coming in and out of consciousness.

Drifting out of lucidity Ashley dazedly remembered before the entire fiasco of tonight how she had pulled on her leather opera gloves earlier, up past her biceps, the feel of the leather around each finger, it was delicious. Another shiver ran down her tired spine when she thought of the feel of the leather, her soft gloves. How she had felt working the gloves up onto her arms she couldn't help then rubbing her breasts, she distantly remembered the feel of the leather on her nipples and how it made her gasp. How she shoved each finger individually as far as possible into a little prison of its own.

Ashley replayed how she had lifted her three inch, metal reinforced posture collar to her neck. Holding the front with her left hand she reached behind her necked and then tightened the three tiny straps as tight as she could bear.

After notching down the collar Ashley selected one of her most stringent gags.

If she was going to be prone too long she did not like this gag much. The bladder when fully expanded made breathing around or even drooling past very hard.

Ashley opened her mouth and inserted the bladder, squared it up, and started cinching each strap as tight as she could stand. She knew that she would need to stay home tomorrow, or anyone looking at her face would be able to clearly see the lines left behind. After a couple hours with the straps this tight, anyone would know right away how she had spent her evening. The marks would fade, but her smile from a successful evening could last for days. Thinking of being completely helpless behind this oral invader inspired Ashley to pump her gag once or twice past where she normally would have stopped.

She paused and tested her breathing. Hum, she thought; "Manageable, but mildly restricted."

Once more caution was thrown to the wind, and she started applying the tiny padlocks, thus making removal impossible until the key was recovered from the panel.

Her favorite items were next, the exquisite ballet boots. Standing naked with the cool breeze blowing into the room from the early autumn air felt fantastic. Ashley just knew tonight would be one for the record books.

Ashley wanted this so badly she hurried on to get her self ready.

She glared at the next item, the twin nipple clamps, Ashley hated the feel, and loved it all at once. The way these heavy clovers smashed her nipples, the pain she was sure was ahead, combated the need that would go unfulfilled if she chickened out. Steeling herself and closing her sparkling green eyes she reached up and rubbed her left nipple with her leather encased fingers, massaged her breast, then lost herself in the smell the of leather straps encircling her head, paused to enjoy the heat of the leather encasing her neck, arms and legs, to hear the metal of the tiny locks clanking against the buckles.

Those smell, the purely physical sensations of leather triggered lust on a instinctual level, just as her nipple hardened she smiled, around her gag, and released the first Japanese nipple clamp, allowing it to close over her nipple.

OH! Oh shit ouch, ouch ouch! She thought to herself.

And it was that thought, of being alone, thinking to herself, not being able to for once be honest and open. That self-recrimination that drove her to quickly scoop up the matching clamp dangling from her compressed and purplish left nipple, and without hesitation to pop it onto her right nipple.

Owwww! She shouted into her gag. "That is for not telling Kat you needed her! That is for being a coward." She thought furiously, feeling anger at herself start to boil up.

Knowing that if she went down this road she would loose the mood, and her nerve.

Ashley went on, the wrist, and ankle cuffs that slid so comfortably around her. Each was snug, comforting, and locked in place with small locks, each lock also keyed alike, that key was safely waiting in her contraption on the wall.

Ashley retrieved from her hope chest the final few lengths of chain, and the eight locks she would use to secure her ankles and knees together. Four more for imprisoning her wrists behind her back. Ashley locked a nine inch chain onto the rear of her posture collar, and allowed the sturdy chain to hang in place for later. Once all was in ready, she would lock her wrists together, then lock the links between her wrists to the chain that now traced down her back.

Still sitting on the floor next to her hope chest Ashley retrieved her strap-on rig. It consisted of a leather holster like area that covered her pelvis down to her pussy. Straps wound and buckled tightly behind her waist and between her legs returning to each hip. The waist belt felt like it was on vibrating without her new dildo. Or was it her system already getting worked up knowing the fun ahead of her.

How wonderful it would have been to have Katarena here now to share her obsessions with, to light the fires of passion, and to melt happily within it. Ashley sighed resignedly, wishing she had been able to come out and tell Kat how she felt. Ashley had gone to class tonight with the the intent of spilling the beans, laying her self bare to Katarena, but she was so afraid of loosing her mentor, and friend. Ashley wanted more than friendship, she couldn't say it though. She still hadn't ever come out of the closet.

Hell she never felt sure about her sexual attractions.

But tonight she when class was over her voice wouldn't obey her. Standing near Katarena always made Ashley anxious, not when working, not when there were others, but those few moments together, felt charged. One by one the other members of her Friday class had strolled out. Ashley hung back, looking longingly at the Russian goddess before her.

Kat with her perfect posture, commanding aura, perfect skin, graceful and fluid moves wrapped in the soft 6ft frame that was proportions like a playboy model. Kat had shared that her body had betrayed her, her hips were as she said with her throaty sultry tone; "These hips were made to produce peasants, strong backs, not dancers!" Kat had not kept it a secret that she thought her body destroyed her chance to become a star in France.

She would say; "Those bastards in France would rather bed me than see my balloon like tits on stage."

Finally Ashley snapped out of her private revelry, came back to reality to find Kat standing close by, next to her with that powerful gaze locked on her, seeing through her. Ashley flushed, and she felt like she was standing on the sun, all of a sudden the room was closing in, and Ashley tried to think.

Katarena smiled and asked; "Was there something Knenona Krysutee?

It was a private game for Katarena, her pet names in her own dialect evidently pleased her favorite student. Knenona Krysutee was Russian for "little beauty", the endearments pleased Ashley, and Kat really did miss hearing her native tongue.

You seem trobolled." Kat asked, still warmly smiling, knowing that Ashley was for some reason out of sort.

Katarena's smiled down at her, even in her heels Ashley gazed up into Katarena's warm eyes. Ashley was three inches shorter than Kat who was barefoot and hadn't changed from her work outfit, Oh that smile those beautiful lips and perfect teeth. Katarena's curves were perfection, and unashamedly in her black leotard displayed to the eye. Everything about Kat made Ashley feel small looking up to this woman who she idolized, Ashley was unsure if she should follow the course she had chosen.

Her voice refused to do what her heart so desired.

Ashley hurriedly rummaged through her purse and drew out a house-key and chain. She reached out and pressed it into Kats' hand, then stammered out;

"Ms. Katarena as you know I don't have many friends. I need someone I trust.

Again she paused, wanting to push ahead, but her throat betrayed her. Then finally.

Ashley said; "Could you do a favor for me, I would like you to keep this key for me, in case I need it, or if, well, please?"

Ashley tried to speak, explain that her address was written on the chain, and there wasn't a security system. But full sentences refused to gush-out.

Damn! Damn!!! Her mind screamed.

Seeing her frustration Kat reached out her tender hand, put it on Ashley's cheek and soothed her. Speaking gently she said;

"Of course Miyaka Sota, I will happily keep this for any, emergency. I am honored by your trust, now smile for me"

Miyaka Sota, "my beauty", why Kat questioned herself did she find it impossible to speak these names to this young dance star in simple English? A bit flustered herself at her own inability to be honest Katarena diverted the awkward moment and wrapped her arms around Ashley drawing her into a warm hug.

Embarrassed at how childish she must seem Ashley mumbled a thanks and left the studio for her car and the disappointed drive home. Leaving her teacher to ponder the key, and puzzling reactions.

Her wits slowly returning Ashley stopped thinking about the events of the day and tested her bonds. Laying on her side, the gag in her mouth was really hurting, and making it hard to catch her breath, it felt like it was pumped even larger. Attempting to spread her legs she felt the six inch chain anchored from the ring just above her knee pulling taunt on the matching ring on her other leg. Paring that with the eight inch chain running between her ankles Ashley knew without looking down, as if she could, she knew that her legs were not much of a asset. On the bright side her feet and calves only throbbed a bit, instead of the roaring pain of earlier.

Much more worrisome she couldn't feel her arms. Unsure of how long she had been out they had gone to numb and tingled painfully. Not like she had any luck wiggling her wrists free before exhausting herself earlier.

Then Thunder stuck!


Chapter 4 - Answered Prayers

Ashley was startled to realize she was laying on her bed! Confusion swept over her, and rushed in from all sides.

How hard did I hit my head?! She thought; "What happened, how did I get up here?"

"Wait what was that?" Ashley thought!

Yes, she was sure she could hear someone coming down the hall toward the bedroom. But she had locked the house up nearly as tightly as herself! The windows were shut, and locked! What was going on?!

The two boards at the entrance to her bedroom creaked, just like they did nearly everytime she entered!

Before she could react, could roll over, she felt someone drop onto the bed behind her, as she rolled and moaned around her gag trying with all her might to flail out, a familiar hand pressed her back onto the bed.

"Little dove, what have you done?" Said Katarena as she looked down through the low light and smiled at Ashley.

Ashley immediately in joy and shame started crying, the tears fell as she sobbed behind her gag. Katarena simply stroked her face, then allowed her hand to drift over Ashley's breasts and flat stomach. The tears of shame vanished as quickly as they had started, and Ashley simply moaned with joy.

Peering intently at Ashley Katarena held up one of Ashley's serrated kitchen knifes. Eyes wide Ashley felt herself stop breathing.

Katarena seeing Ashley's reaction told her to hold perfectly still, that she had no intention of ransacking Ashley's home looking for wherever Ashley had stashed the keys to all the tiny padlocks that adored her from head to toe.

"Really." Katarena said; Buckles are not enuf? Dar are easily over a dozen locks on you Kneebosh Shygoat. Ah vut is the matter with me?

Katarena who clearly looked exasperated, and looked to the ceiling for some unknown answer. Returning her kind, but all too piercing gaze back to look Ashley she looked directly into Ashley's eyes, then clearly to Ashley coming to some epiphany Katarena said;

Kneebosh shygoat, it means "little dove".

That gaze, her complete earnestness, and her sweet breath so close, hearing Katarena call her "little dove", the tears flooded back twice as torrid as before.

Firmly grasping Ashley and rolling her over Kat carefully cut away the three straps to the gag, and attempted to remove it from Ashley's mouth. Only then did she find she would have to release the ball-valve so the rubber bladder could deflate enough to be removed. For the first time in hours Ashley took a deep breath and felt life flowing back into her. The ache that felt as if her jaw was being torn off immediately began to fade.

"Thank You! She croaked; "I so wanted, I, I you, I so wanted." Started Ashley, not knowing what she wanted to say, to explain, to thank Katarena for being there, for rescuing her.

Katarena put a single finger over Ashley's lips, silencing her, laid the knife on the night stand, and firmly placed her other hand over Ashley's love mound, then leaned down and gave Ashley the kiss she had been craving for weeks. A kiss that had so much passion Ashley was sure she was going to pass out. Ashley felt ravaged and possessed, tossed and sinking at the same time.

Kat's upper arm snaked under and around Ashley, controlling her torso while Kat's other hand rubbed Ashley's clit back and forth, Ashley hadn't noticed that her strap-on harness had been removed, or the new dildo extracted. Her tits had been happily freed from the clover clamps while she was unconscious. She had been so distracted and amazed, now she just felt like she had walked through the gates of heaven.

"You don't need to tell me Little Dove, I know what you need" Said Katarena between her lascivious kisses.

Katarena rolled her clit like a woman that knew how to please another woman, the demanding kiss, this closeness, her aroma, and intimacy was unlike anything she had ever felt before. The sensations drove Ashley right out of her mind, and replaced timid Ashley with the newly familiar mind of a panting animal. Her body writhed and shifted under Kat's embrace, Katarena's warm lips moved down to Ashley's neck. While inside her pussy, Katarena's fingers moved faster, somehow became even more insistent.

Ashley was rushing up to the edge of a experience, not just a orgasm, she felt like a live high-voltage wire, straining in her bonds, Katarena's firm body laying on top of her was pressing down on her, pinning her more so. Katarena still fully clothed, while Ashley sprawled obscenely naked except for her leather bonds, her boots, gloves and collar. A fantasy come to life, helpless, chained, and at the mercy of the one person Ashley had thought unattainable. Her brain was over-heating, the oxygen in the room was disappearing, her body tensed, then Katarena, stopped, stopped kissing her, her hand became motionless, her fingers still inside Ashley, Katarena looked squarely into her flushed captives eyes and said;

"I know what you want, you vill call me Mistress, you vill promise to me, never to do dis alone, and you will please me in anyway I demand. Unconditionally. Or I vill leave you like this, call the police, and wash my hands of you forever."

Ashley started crying again, but said grinning like a fool; "Mistress, Mistress, please Mistress, I am yours," she moaned heavily as the magic between her legs began once again, but built twice as strongly as before, Katarena, No! Mistress Katarena with her talented fingers was again weaving a spell that had Ashley shuddering.

Ashley continued; "I will follow your every command, I will dance for you, I will obey you, I will with my every breath please you, and accept gratefully any punishment you deem!"

As the words rushed out Ashley lunged over the cliff, as she tried to say the word deem but she screamed it, a cascade of pressure shot out of her cunt, she was sure that her spine would crack from the power of the orgasm that rolled through her.

Katarena just smiled, a smile like a queen, then wrapped her arms and legs tightly around her "little dove" and continued kissing Ashley's face and tender young lips.


Part 2 - The Claiming (added: 10/28/2011)

It had only been a few minutes since Ashley and Mistress Katarena had broken their lingering embrace. Tired as she was, as emotionally and physically drained as she was, Ashley craved, no willed her Mistress to return.

Then like a blessing, in through the doorway of her bedroom walked her goddess.

Katarena's blue eyes seemed to blaze in the low lighting of the room and focus onto Ashley as she came smiling to her bedside. Mistress glided, and swayed, with the most hypnotizing swinging motion of her hips. Like Athena gazing down from Olympus she stopped next to the big overstuffed queen size bed and allowed her eyes to play over the tantalizing form of one of the most beautiful young ladies Katarena had ever had the pleasure to teach. Katarena's mind raced ahead to the many non-dance related things she would enjoy "teaching" her new pupil.

Ashley tried in vain to adjust herself on the bed and make her arms that were still shackled behind her back and painfully asleep somewhat more comfortable. As she did so she winced visibly and moaned slightly. Enough so to snap Katarena from her erotic contemplations.

Setting down the items she had just carried from the kitchen on the night stand next to the bed, Katarena reached under Ashley and propped her up onto the bed, and placed all the pillows behind her. Katarena's warm, gentle hands readjusting her made Ashley swoon. Her warm breath so close to be felt on her naked flesh. She wanted more, like a junkie wanted a fix.

Once Katarena had Ashley positioned, sitting up, and as comfortable as possible, considering the shackles and leather covering Ashley. Kat returned her attention to the items she had brought in from down-stairs. Given a chance to size-up herself next to Katarena, Ashley felt small, stiff and very aware of how bad she must smell. Hours of sweat, of languishing in her own juices, the very air reeked heavily of sex.

Ashley then found her voice;"Mistress I am so sorry."

Ashley sputtered, she wanted to apologize for how she looked, smelled, how she had inconvenienced Katarena, she felt so inadequate! Katarena only silenced her with a tisking sound , then Katarena leaned over and smothered Ashley in another all consuming kiss.

After quelling Ashley, Katarena placed a finger to Ashley's lips and said; "Little Dove, you are now my charge, you are in my care, and I vill take care of you. You do not as of yet have the right to call me Mistress."

Ashley who had ridden a emotional roller-coaster for what felt like eternity only heard rejection, and lost her ability to see when tears welled up from what was becoming a never ceasing stream.

"Shush, shush" hushed Katarena, who gently wiped away the fresh tears, while kissing her little doves face.

"Attention!" commanded Katarena, the very same word and intonation she had used so often in front of class at the studio. Katarena continued; "When I give you permission to speak, you vill address me as Ms. Katarena, understood, yes?"

Responding on a level Ashley wasn't aware, her tears stopped, her mind focused and the center once again became her Mistress, no, not yet, the sensual Ms. Katarena.

Pleasantly pleased Katarena smiled and continued; "For now ve must extricate you from all these bonds, but I have no vish to destroy dem. They look purfect on you, and it vould be such terrible a vaste. Gather yourself, drink this juice I brought from de kitchen and then you vill tell me vere you have hidden your keys, Little Dove."

Katarena took her time exacting the full story from Ashley of how she had come to be in such a mess, and how she had planned badly for her own escape. Ashley shared how the "shop project" had worked so many time flawlessly prior, and that the prospect of the utter failure, she had experienced this evening had never entered Ashley's mind. Katarena had only laid on the bed next to Ashley, giving her juice between sentences and prompting her when she paused, or was obviously becoming too embarrassed to continue.

Katarena allowed Ashley to snuggle down onto her as she happily stroked her little captives trembling shoulder and belly. Katarena knew by looking at Ashley that she would no matter how exhausted, how pained would do anything for Katarena. It was time to do as she promised and rescue her new charge. She commanded Ashley to lay back, rest, and be silent. She rose up gracefully and drifted into the adjoining bathroom. Ashley happily took in Ms. Katarena's firm form from behind as she left the room, her beautiful pear shaped ass rolled sexily, the tight knee length skirt she wore, impossibly far left, then right. Those long legs propped up on her two inch platforms seem to propel her forward like some Nordic shield maiden. All the while her stunning blonde hair trailed and billowed away like some action heroine.

Ashley could hear the bath-tub water begin, time dragged on as she listened to the water pouring into the tub. Her eyes never left the doorway, she listened to her queen rummaging around, just a room away. She could hear Ms. Katarena going through cabinets, opening drawers, all the while Ashley doggedly followed the last commands she had been given. She laid back, remained silent and waited. Waited whatever pleasure or task her mistress desired! Ashley lost in thoughts came back to the present when she heard the bath water stop, looked once more longingly toward the bathroom remaining silent. Steam was all she could see coming from the next room, and the shadow of her lover, moving toward the doorway.

Then from the bathroom strode Katarena. She stepped back into the bedroom and leaned on the door-jam, smiling that smile Ashley so desired to see. Ashley gasped, in surprise and desire mixed into one exclamation, then remembering her last command bit down painfully on her lower lip.

There stood Katarena, the light behind her like a aura, bare-chested, those beautiful orbs somehow amazingly taunt for their size, the half dollar sized areolas perfectly spaced and rising still upward, her pinky tip sized nipples so prominently standing proudly, saluting from her chest. That incredible body was slim and sloped, her waist breathtakingly narrow, more than Ashley had perceived ever before, and impossibly was able to support her generous upper torso. Katarena had discarded every stitch of clothing except her black stocking, her leopard spotted panties and black open-toe two inch platform sandals. Her hour-glass silhouette was the very essence of femininity. Her wide hips looked so exquisitely accented in her shear stocking, stockings that traveled all the way up to her delicious round ass cheeks.

Ashley felt another involuntary shudder gasp flash past her lips.

Ms. Katarena's deep sultry voice rolled over Ashley; "I am so deeply pleased you find me attractive My little beauty, now you are to sit and vitness me claiming you. You are too precious to me to risk any further strain, so I"; She announced majestically with a flourish, "will pay the price to claim you. If you say one vord then you vill show you do not respect me as your benefactor, and you vill break our bond.

Shake your head once if you understand." Ms. Katarena stated as she crossed her arms under her amble chest and waited for Ashley to respond.

Ashley was tired, her body ached in so many ways unlike before. She was worried about permanent damage, but nothing was going to stop her from also claiming this prize! Ashley would have Katarena, she would do anything, leap into fire, without thought for herself. So she steeled herself, mentally informed her body no matter what, she was not too tired. Whatever Ms. Katarena demanded to "claim her" Ashley would relish and embrace.

So Ashley outwardly only paused a moment to Katarena, then shook her head affirmatively, and most resolutely.

Katarena reached behind herself, and pulled from the waistband of her panties the ass-torpedo that had so destroyed Ashley earlier in the evening. It had been cleaned and re-lubed by Ms. Katarena while she was running water in the master bath. Katarena held it out for Ashley to see, another involuntary shudder wracked Ashley. The thing was beyond painful going in, and a hundred times worse when ripped out. Her body quelled at the prospect of being close to it, but whatever Ms. Katarena wanted she would do, no matter how tired.

Ashley pushed away her revulsion, if she had to live the monster up her ass, she would, to have Ms. Katarena. She would prove herself to this Baltic goddess. While Ashley came to this internal revelation, Katarena walked to the "shop project" and slid the large black butt-plug firmly into place once more. She studied the panel and said to Ashley;

"My darling, you are a gifted carpenter as well as a dancer! You are a true artisan!" Katarena inspected the seams and rivets around the "shop project", the fit of the plug. "Very sturdy, very imaginative." cooed Katarena as she gave the panel one last inspection. Then she looked back at Ashley and erupted!

"WHO TOLD YOU TO MOVE?!" Katrena roared at Ashley, the suddeness stunned the slight girl. As if she had been pounded by sonic waves Ashley rolled back onto the bed, she had been attempting to stand, no matter how tired, return to the panel. To finish what she thought her Mistress had intended for her to do, release the keys from the panel.

Moving with the speed of a great hunting lioness, Katarena was on top of Ashley. Ms. Katarena pinned her bound form, helplessly under her. Katarena straddled Ashley, Ms. Katarena's legs over Ashley's hips, her warm pelvis firmly pinning Ashley's naked form to the bed, one of her Ms. Katarena's hands supporting her upper body on the bed, the other firmly squeezing around Ashley's collared neck. She leaned down her fierce eye inches from Ashley's' and she whispered; "Do you vish to defy me? Is it your intention to disregard my commands?

Keeping her wits, and to her credit Ashley didn't say a word, she only en-fanatically shook her head negatively. Finally Katarena took Ashley by the chin and held Ashley's head still. Ashley who was completely off-guard didn't expect, but none the less happily received a long, warm kiss, that held amazing passion. Just feeling Katarena's impressive tits squeezing against her warm chest was exhilarating! Her tired arms so wanted to be free of their bonds, her legs frantically twisted. Every inch of Ashley craved to grasp Katarena and never let go.

"Good!"; said Katarena, as she sat up.

Katarena set about carefully repositioning Ashley, once again in a upright and semi-comfortable position on the bed. "Now lay still and vatch, I by this act claim you, I do this thing because I am truly vorried you vill do damage to yourself, and as your protector that vill never do."

A dawning realization came over Ashley as Katarena stepped up to the "shop project", she turned and checked its level with her derriere. Ashley wanted to plead, to stop her queen, but knew under no circumstances would she speak until granted permission. Katarena wiggled her perfect buttocks back and forth, found she was much too tall with her heels, and kicked off her short platforms.

Then Katarena tucked her thumbs under the waistband of her panties and swayed slowly, seductively in front of Ashley. Ashley knew what her goddess planned, and could not bear it! She knew all too well the pain, and would do anything to stop Katarena! Struggling internally she also understood she would never risk loosing Ms. Katarena by disobeying. So she sat still and silent. Katarena folded her upper torso down onto her legs like she was performing a jack-knife dive, thumbs all the while locked into the waistband of her leopard spotted panties, perfectly dropped her them to the floor where she stood. While still folded in half Ms. Katarena looked up into Ashley's face, and smiled, as she rose, allowing her hands to trace the back of the long legs as her upper body ascended. Seeing Katarena bared before all the world, her beautiful pussy lips pouting, the light patch of hair just above her nest, so close.

Over-come Ashley began shaking her head no!

Katarena understood what Ashley was trying to say while slavishly following her command. Her silence spoke to Katarena, said volumes, of how deeply and completely ready Ashley was to give herself over. That devotion obliterated any shadow of doubt on the course Kat had chosen.

Katarena had been seismically moved to her core as she had sat and soothingly listened to Ashley bare her soul. Katarena had listened as Ashley told her of the old butt-plug, and how easily it could be used to recover the key. Katarena knew instinctively if she wanted to, she could choose to splinter the sturdy wooden panel holding the key. But that wasn't the point, Katarena needed to show this young flower who she had secretly, unremittingly come to love, that she Katarena was worthy of this devotion.

Katarena gazed on bound Ashley laying only a few feet away, Ashley plainly using eyes, and emphatic shakes of her head, to communicate, to impart, to Ms. Katarena not to do this!

Katarena like a queen with her shoulders back looking squarely into Ashley's eyes Katarena commanded her pupil to watch, to not look away, and see the extent Katarena would go to protect Ashley. She told her that she never liked anal sex, she informed Ashley; "I vould not risk damage to you, my sweet Flower." all the while Katarena was reaching behind her and guiding herself back, back until the tip of the plug lined up with the interior of her tight KY smeared sphincter.

Steeling herself, like a samurai in ritual seppuku, Katarena grasped the wrist strap at the top of the panel, and drove herself back onto pain. Ashley could not tear her eyes away from the anguish on her Mistress's complexion. Her beautiful blue eyes had rolled upward then snapped shut. A half-cry, half grunt, blew out of Katarena that gouged at Ashley's heart. Ms. Katarena's immediate intake of breath, coming in rapid gasps was devastating to hear. Time seemed to stop as Katarena regained a bit of composure opened her eyes and looked directly into Ashley's eyes, no past her eyes, to her soul.

"All for you little dove." Katarena stammered as she began to rock back and forth, Ashley could hear her Frankenstien's monster come to life, as it begin cycling air into its infernal chamber.

Gasping Katarena said; "I do dis because I have found affection, in my heart, and vill just as villingly sacrifice for you My Beauty as I see in your lovely eyes you vould do for me."

Ashley only watched, knowing that with each relentless, ass pounding pump, her heart she was being more so possessed by this woman. Ashley's own breath was coming in gasps, watching Katarena rip herself open, penetrated by the wood, metal, and rubber beast. Ms. Katarena doing all this, for her!

Ashley's deep desire for Katarena was over-whelming, smothering.

Ashley could feel the moisture between her legs seeping, oozing, building, as the panel continued to advance. Ms. Katarena pounded on, the chamber behind the panel cycled once, twice, then another full cycle, during each pause Katarena spoke in reassuring tones to her memorized audience of one. Ashley watched Katarena's pumping became more insistent, her beautiful face became lost, like she was viewing some other plane.

Each woman, separated by a rooms distance felt their own internal fires stoke, each of their bodies responding to need. Ashley could see Katarena twist both wrists through the hasp over the panel, and double her efforts. Katarena noticed Ashley rubbing her thighs together, could see the links connecting her thighs and ankles slash back and forth as Ashley's legs pulsed open and closed, pushing Ashley's tired frame toward another orgasm. Ashley enraptured watched Katarena, how she arched her spine! The powerful pounding, unbelievably Katarena arched even more extremely, her upper torso slamming down, driving her pelvis down, like a coil smashing over and over, down, then, explosion!

Seeing Katarena climax pushed Ashley over the edge once more, her pelvis ached, her stomach clenched painfully, Ashley wobbled dizzily, then caught herself, she willed her eyes to re-affixed on Katarena.

Katarena had vented a primal scream, her legs were still thrumming like a human tuning fork! Little cries bubbled out of Katarena, like someone morning, or sobbing.

Gasping, rocking her hips incrementally, till she hung loosely grasping the wrist strap, Katarena came slowly back under control. Ashley had never seen Katarena winded, much less disheveled in any way. Even now, naked except for one stocking still clinging diligently to her upper right thigh, the other had lost its hold and had drifted down crumpling around her knee. Even now, seeing her covered in sweat, her long blonde hair matted to her face and neck, even after all that had just transpired, Ms. Katarena was radiant. Ashley couldn't get enough of Kat, her eyes ravenously drank her in her curves, the rise and fall of her chest as she recaptured her breath. Ashley knew she had just been given a gift she could never return.

Ashley watched as Ms. Katarena regained her footing, she stood and looked imperialistically at Ashley. Katarena felt as if she had just discovered a new land, or conquered one be more specific. Kat had done as she had throughout life, decided a course, and triumphed through will-power.

Recovering, Katarena came to three additional startling discoveries. The first, sometime during her volcanic orgasm the latch had opened and dropped the key on the floor!

Second, during the throws of her first ever anal orgasm she had shook the plug free of the panel. There was no mistaking the added cargo that spread her ass-cheeks.

And lastly, Katarena was surprised to find that even though it was expansive, and a constant pressure, she couldn't qualify the sensation as bad. She decided there would need further experimentation. As sore as she felt, the last thing she intended to do was reach back and remove her new friend.

Bending gingerly at the knees, Katarena felt the anal intruder make its presence known. Katarena carefully retrieved the key from the floor. Then with a exaggerated saunter she swayed across the room. Acknowledging how each drifting step felt sensual, to the rumpled bed, and to claim her prize.


Chapter 5 - Recollections (added: 11/16/2011)

Ashley awoke slowly, from a slumber of exhaustion, like a bear rousing from a winters sleep, she was stiff, and knew deep down she needed to be someplace. She felt a hunger, but it wasn't for food. Her eyes felt heavy, her limbs were stiff, but through the lethargy she could feel her head pounding. Ashley raised her left arm slowing, and tenderly massaged the goose-egg bump on the top of her head.

The memories of yesterday and last night washed over her like a tsunami!

A miserable evening of allowing her instinct to hide who she, to play it safe, those instincts had stopped her from coming out and admitting to Ms. Katarena she so wanted. She had failed herself, then exasperated with herself, she had made potentially fatal errors in her self-bondage, self-punishment attempt. Then, she reconstructed slowly thru sluggish thoughts......

"Oh My God! Katarena!" She exclaimed from a dry throat!

Sitting up in bed she tried to clear the haze of the nights events, to see past the fog of her rattled skull, she knew deep down she hadn't imagined her rescue. Had she?

Coughing she retrieved the glass of water from the nightstand next to her antique heavy oak bed. As she picked up the glass she noticed two aspirins setting on the stand waiting her attention.

Those two pills! How else?!

Scrambled thoughts, and emotions washed over her once more, the glass, the pills, not being helpless and slowly asphyxiating on her bedroom floor, it couldn't have been a dream. She scooped the pills up downed them and the entire glass of water, then threw the covers back and sprung from bed!

Ashley had to sit right back down, and steady herself. She willed the room to stop spinning. Yesterday had truly drained her, but what a wonderful fulfilled drain!

Holding her forehead, closing her eyes, and slowing her breathing helped stop the ringing of her ears. The thrumming of her temples became a painful reminder of yesterday. Her thoughts started to coalesce into organized patterns. Ashley could smell lavender body wash, and her entire body felt clean, so refreshed. She could feel the aloe skin moisturizer on her face and arms. Her mind like a attorney was gathering inconclusive proof, things had happened but she couldn't fill in the blanks of the puzzle!

The bath, the caressing after being released from her bonds, she summarized to the jury, to herself, to her heart, it all had happened!

Deeply desiring one shred of physical evidence she slowly opened her eyes.

Ashley scanned the room, taking a meticulous inventory. Her mind still not believing what her heart so wanted! Why if it was all real was she alone?

The dresser was once more rolled in front of her "shop project". The hope chest was closed and covered, even the bed was in order except where she had thrown the covers back.

Then she saw it, in the clothes hamper!

Hanging from the rim, just inside her walk-in closet she saw her life-line. Rushing over barefoot and naked Ashley grabbed a single shear black stocking with a floral pattern weaved into the top! She held onto it like a life-line to a drowning swimmer, tight and sure she wouldn't release it.

The stocking was decorated with artistic black roses which wove around the top of the silk stocking. Out of the stocking drifted the faint aroma of sex, and sweat, and just behind it all was the just perceptible scent of Katarena! Ashley was rubbing the soiled stocking over her face like a cat enraptured with a catnip toy.

Eyes closed, breathing deeply the scent of Katarena, Ashley snapped from her revelry the very next instant. Another aroma she hadn't expected intruded into her room. Bacon?

Ashley tentatively opened her bedroom door, and was hit by the smells of life, coffee, autumn breezes. Like a kid on Christmas morning Ashley rushed from the bedroom, down the hall, to the stairs, taking the stairs two at a time, her hair and breasts flowing with each stride. She flew downward, then she rounded the landing and reversed course charging into the kitchen, and nearly bowled into Katarena who had two heaping plates of food, one in each hand.

Ashley happily tossed her arms around the Baltic goddess, who astoundingly didn't drop a morsel from either plate, but merrily received the warm hug. Towering six inches over Ashley, Katarena only smiled down at her young nubile student, and wished her a good morning.

"Come My beauty, sit, we have much to do today. You must recover from a harrowing night." In her sultry but soothing voice coxed Ashley to sit at the breakfast table. Katarena had Ashley sit, then she lay a plate out, went to to the stove, retrieved her cup of powerful smelling coffee and a orange juice for Ashley.

Ashley only then recovered from her high to notice how cool the seat of the wood and cloth kitchen chair felt on her bare rump. Training kicking in she sat ram rod straight in her chair, her tempting breast protruded proudly from her chest above the table, with her shoulders pitched back. She mentally made herself ready for whatever this creature of desire demanded. If we were to have breakfast she would do it in the most subservient and seductive manner she could muster!

"Whatever you desire Ms. Katarena." Ashley said while gazing coquettishly at Katarena, willing her own green eyes to sparkle.

Just drinking in Katarena who stood next to her smiling made Ashley feel wet between her legs. Katarena was wearing clothes on anyone else would be utterly unremarkable, but on her, the green blouse unbuttoned to just above her ample cleavage drew in Ashley's eyes, the black skirt was firmly pressed against her wide hips, and went all the way down to her calves, finished with simple black pumps. A Friday business casual type out fit, and she looked like a runway model. Her voluminous blonde hair hung down partially obscuring the left side of her face, while the rest flowed all around and down to her mid-back. And those blue eyes.

"Sorry! What?" Asked Ashley?

Ms. Katarena had asked her something and she had completely missed it, "So much for the picture perfect slave!", Ashley thought furiously to herself.

Ms. Katarena only issued a pleasant light laugh, reached out and took the only stitch of clothing Ashley had, the single from upstairs. "I see you have brought a souvenir from last night." She repeated, then she went on; "This will come in very handy, stand up for me Little Dove."

Ashley stood happy to do whatever Ms. Katarena asked, Katarena placed her hands on Ashley's shoulders turned her around and pulled her wrists behind her back. Katarena wound the used stocking around Ashley's slender wrists five or six times, passed the loose ends between her palms and wrists, then cinched the wrap closed with a very secure knot. Katarena watched bemused as Ashley wiggled her wrists and checked for any slack.

Katarena then walked around Ashley, who stood stock still, while Ms. Katarena trailed a single long fingernail over Ashley's naked flesh. Katarena squared up on Ashley, looked into her eyes and said; "I have been tying knots longer than you My Flower could imagine. Then she pulled the helpless smaller woman into a tight embrace, her hungry hands explored Ashley's smooth skin, kneed her taunt ass, and pressed her supple breasts all the while Katarena nibbled teasingly along Ashley's neck. Chills and shivers raced up Ashley's legs, and her arms tingled, she pressed her body into Ms. Katarena, exhilarated by the feel of her;

"Please, take me Mistress." begged Ashley as she trembled in Katarena's arms.

Katarena leaned down and planted a dominant, demanding kiss on Ashley. Katarena's tongue blasted past Ashley's lips and took over Ashley's mouth. Ashley soared, she acquiesced , in every way, she caressed her lovers tongue and rolled hers under and around Ms. Katarena's. She moaned in her throat as Katarena stoked Ashley's passion. The ember had been smoldering since she leaped from her bed, then boiling as her wrist were secured behind her back. Now, finally, she felt like a pillar on fire with a raging lust, Katarena's presence, and power was intoxicating. Ashley hung in Ms. Katarena's embrace when the kiss faded, Ashley hung in Katarena's arms panting, wanting.

Her lust befuddled brain slowly understood Ms. Katarena was sitting her back down at the table, and pushing her chair and Katarena's close together. Finally it became clear that fun was over, and food was on the agenda.

Katarena told Ashley; "Now it is time to eat, you vill listen. I vill tell you of my past, I think you do not know me. When you know me, ve vill speak of our futures. So open up, I enjoy feeding you. I like vatching your beautiful lips, they are delicious. To taste, and compelling to watch."

Katarena leaned in gave Ashley another warm kiss. Katarena slowly leaned back, used her fork, brought a bit of omelet to Ashley's mouth, carefully inserted it, and rubbed her captives lips sensually with her fingers as Ashley chewed.

Katarena took a deep breath, and began to share her story.



Chapter 6 - Goodbye to Innocence (added: 11/16/2011)

"Mosyakov! Move it you cow!" Screamed Timosha!

Timosha was the new Commissar of the Nildiev Ballet Group. There was no State money, capitalism had vanquished communism, and now everyone needed to start making money. It was 1990, the Soviet Union had been going through death throws, and now upheaval spread across the nation, all the way down into the insulated dance group!

The new Directors of Art, had decided to clean house from top to bottom. All the people who treated the dancers, musicians and artists with a soft hand had been swept out, relocated. Kind old Medev Stromavic had been the first to go, he had overseen the operations of the Ballet Group since Katarena had joined. Timosha had taken his place, and in turn removed any person deemed a obstacle.

Now he ruled the little St. Petersburg troupe with a iron fist.

So much for things changing for the better!

The troupe was dispatched on a demanding tour. The Ballet Group charged for high prices for tickets in American dollars, and people paid it, happily! Timosha would use the skills the artists had been refining, and they he promised, would become rich. That is, once all the dancers and musicians repaid the Ballet Group. Timosha informed them that each of them owed the Art & Ballet Group thousands of American dollars in room and board. The shows would be a success, and he would pay these lazy fools a percentage, just enough to keep them dancing.

Life had changed dramatically for everyone, but for Katarena's life had gotten much harder. She reminisced how she had gotten to this place. How she had danced with her mother since she could walk. Her mother lauded on; "How she had a gift, dance was in her soul."

Katarena's mother understood how important the tryouts for the Vaganova Dance Commissar was to the family. Katarena outshone girls much her senior, and was completely attentive, the perfect student. Katarena was chosen, as all who watched knew she would be, to study with the State Ballet. Her families monthly stipend was increased, minimally, most importantly less food was needed at home.

Katarena had never cried, well never in front of her parents.

She missed them, but she knew her parents couldn't feed her and her brother and sisters. Four children, two boys, two girls, Katarena was the oldest, and devilishly smart. The struggles she watched her parents go through pained Katarena. So she did the one thing she could to help, dance!

Katarena had been so proud!

Katarena had been taken from her parents at the age of six. She had danced for the State. She had enjoyed the semi-annual visits of her family. Katarena could see the pride in her mother's beautiful blue eyes. She glowed when she watched her daughter dancing. Even dressed in her somewhat faded workout leotard, going through her rigorous practices, Katarena to her mother looked like a princess. And Katarena could see the joy on her mothers face. Her mother would only cry, only single drifting tears, when she left at the end of each visit.

The visits had stopped three years ago, a fire had claimed all of Katarena's family. The fire had swept through the old apartment complex and killed dozens. No heating fuel in the ghetto, and the brutal winter made people do insane things. Someone in one of the tiny rooms had tried to build a fire, the accident had destroyed so many lives. It wasn't uncommon, poverty was tragedy, life was hard. It was near the end of the Soviet state, tragedy was part of life.

Ten years after joining the dance troupe, seven after her families death, she was now sixteen, nearly to her seventeenth birthday, and going through what felt like a never-ending growth spurt. She had danced as lead ballerina in four major productions, her future looked so bright! Then her body decided to grow, in all directions! She felt like someone had feed her magic beans, cursed magic beans.

Her beautifully petite dancers perfect form was bloating!

She was already almost as tall as Alexi, the groups strongest and and tallest male dancer. Her breast had gotten so large she was now wearing one of the ancient mid-wife's massive bras, she had out grown everything else! Her skirts were all tightening, she could only wear loose mens work blouses. Her shoes were the only thing that fit, she was wearing a woman's size 10! Dominika had demanded her star dancer to have footwear to protect her feet. So they were the only item Katarena ever had owned that was new.

Katarena felt like her body, and the world had betrayed her, Dominika was the only person left she cared for, all the others had one by one deserted her!

Timosha bellowed again; "If I have to come over there I vill blister your behind for making us late! Get into the truck!"

Katarena snapped from her self-deprecating recrimination of her body, snatched her shawl up and trotted to the overseer's travel-bus.

Timosha was a brutish man, over two-hundred and fifty pounds of mean. Katarena didn't think he had seen a minute of ballet before coming to the school. He had dirty blonde hair, a rough dark short beard, eyes that were just too small for his head, and was built like a logger. He actually wasn't even a logger, just a laborer who knew how to read people, and how to get ahead. Knowing how to get deals done was a skill much in need when the political tables of Russia turned.

And Timosha hadn't wasted his opportunity!

Quickly he became a respected business man, he monopolized, he persuaded, he blackmailed, and he won. Like the devils own son he stuck deal after deal, gained respect, and wealth. He intimidated, and finally he cashed in massive amounts of favor and procured a profitable aristocratic position.

He would become important, he would be a Commissar, he would make his own rules.

He had turned to now pushing these spoiled brats and bolshevik near do wells, and making a sizable profit in the mean-time. Not a small feat with the protection money he had to dole out, to keep the wheels rolling. Timosha had put everything into being the meanest, smartest, and most-driven person he could be, he knew that with the change of time came great opportunity. Everything could be a deal, could be made to happen if he desired it enough, was cunning enough!

His mind had been thinking of another attractive deal.

He had become obsessed with it, he was going to claim Katarena! She was young, held a air of innocence that so countered her wonderful body! He would make her his, he would break her will.

Now he had to get her alone, he blister little miss Kat's behind!

Watching her bounce away made his dick get hard. She was incredible!

Her curves were so full and womanly!

Investigation of instructors and facilitators, told Timosha what he wanted, he was sure Katarena was still a virgin. That girl had a body unlike any other Timosha had ever seen in person, and now she was his to order about!

Just like all the dogs working for him, she was his, he just had to be careful.

The police were not the problem, new times had opened new avenues. Ones previously closed. Timosha understood that the police wanted to make a profit just like him.

No the problem was the ones close to Katarena in the troupe, they might make trouble, or worse inhibit performances. No one could disrupt the profits, he had too many people expecting too much cash from him to fail to bring in full shows.

So in less than five weeks he had systematically fired every person he thought would balk his desire, except one. She had been too important, to the levels of performance, and politically. While conspiring, he incrementally turned up the heat on his young target. He demanded more of her, and always kept his eye on her, he constantly pressed, and railed. She would break soon, and beg him to tell her what he wanted, just for a respite. He had used this very tactic on strong men, and slowly destroyed them, she would be his soon.

"How long could this mere teenager hold-out?!" He had thought many nights over the last few weeks, and greeted the next morning surprised but unhindered. She was a warrior in a nymphs body, what a spirit!

"Mosyakov, get your little ass into that truck now!" Timosha had been pushing and he was tired of waiting, now would be his time.

He would get what he wanted, he would take this virgin, whip her beautiful behind with his strong hand, and blister that lovely ass red, from cheek to cheek. Oh how she would squeal from the mixed pleasure and pain. To have this voluptuous temptresses virginity! He had to pause and readjust his swelling man-hood.

"Life was grand!" Timosha thought to himself, as he finished, and watched Katarena hop into his travel truck.

Ah being a Capitalist was wonderful! "Thought Timosha merrily." he quickened his pace and jumped into the travel-bus, going over in his mind how the day had played out.

He had minutes ago fired that last remaining roadblock, the only person who would even think to try to stop him from owning this budding woman. Dominika Leontev had continually tried to place herself in his way. he had initially set his gaze on her, to break, and keep her. She was a mysterious raven haired beauty, her dark eyes and complexion screamed gypsy. Turned out the dance instructor was not a gypsy, but something much more dangerous. Timosha knew to steer clear of her kind, she was close family, a niece, to a powerful State Director. He had almost made a critical error, of moving against the dark-skinned high boned beauty.

Then, as if the saints had stepped in, and protected him, he had discovered her family ties. Men who had crossed State Directors for trivial things could come up missing, his planned actions would have been a death sentence. He would need to be cunning, another tool the stout man prided himself on.

So he had fastidiously gathered documentation of Dominika's insubordination. Painstakingly gathered collaboration from those who witnessed each instance. Instances he had shrewdly contrived, all the time by all external signs he was the wounded party. He created a shield for himself, and negated any chance of reprisal, he was ruthless.

Very diplomatically he gave Dominika the choice of quitting with a tidy severance package, or being fired. It all concluded when she had challenged him, this very day. He had deliberately done all this here, so close to his old home town, he knew she would not want to be alone in this desolate area, alone and penniless.

Dominika had taken money, cursed him loudly, and stormed away.

Her tight round ass left his travel bus in a huff, and he felt as if he was allowing a opportunity slip past his greedy hands. Allowing any opportunity to pass by, he had not done in over a year, his appetite for conquest was insatiable! He realized he wanted the Dominika, if for no other reason than to prove he was better, smarter, stronger.

But self-preservation kicked in, and he thought happily of young Katarena.

An hour after the confrontation with Dominika he ordered to his men, to get the troupe settled in. He and Katarena would go to the local Mayor's home and they would make the right impression, smooth out the weeks performances, and Katarena as the lead dancer would woo the old beggar with her grace and charm. He told them to get checked in, set up the caravan for the roadies, and they would return late.

Normally no dancer would ever go unchaperoned, but it was very clear to everyone standing nearby that to cross Timosha would be fool hearty.

Timosha dispersed the image of Dominika's lovely form, and allowed his eyes to travel over Katarena who sat in the passengers seat. He started the truck, turned the wheel and steered away, while uncharacteristically whistling a happy tune. Katarena remained silent, she sat, and wished for Dominika to be there, her teacher was so strong. And Katarena felt so inadequate in this confusing world.

Katarena had been consumed by her thoughts and not really been watching the darkening terrain drift past the truck. She looked out the window when Commissar Timosha had pulled the travel bus off the main road, onto a access road. She wasn't sure when they had left town, she had only been minimally concerned with the location of the Mayor's home. But as she watched they slowed to a stop outside a decrepit farm-house and barn, no city lights burned nearby, woods and empty fields encroached on the old structures.

The only lights visible were from the headlights of the travel bus, and the distant city, they had left unnoticed miles away. Timosha shut off the engine, but left the headlights burning, they shone into the open barn directly ahead of them. The night was still, small creature could be heard off in the distance, owls hooting, birds calling. She could hear vehicles droning by intermittently, their headlights splicing the trees, almost a kilometer away.

The silence was frighting.

Without a word, Timosha pulled a long heavy work belt he had stashed between the seats of the van out, and in a lightning fast strike he wrapped his claw-like paw around Katarena's wrist and yank her from her seat!

"Timosha! Please stop! You are hurting me!" she pleaded.

Unwavering, Timosha pulled her wrists together, crossed them, and wrapped the heavy belt around Katarena's wrists. He spun the extra length around her wrist at least four times, then fed the multi-eyeleted tongue through the buckle, and happily pulled it painfully tight.

Katarena couldn't grasp what this blocky ugly man was doing. His physical strength was incontestable, no matter how hard she struggled, he easily held her immobile.

"Why?" She groaned.

She had not crossed him, she had excelled as always in her studies and duties. Granted, Timosha was never happy with her, but she would not give in, to anyone, she could over-come any obstacle, and carry-on. Her mother had always told her, "Decide your future, then allow nothing to stop you." But this made no sense!

"Timosha STOP!" Katarena decided she had enough, she would make this peasant listen and heed her! So she screamed at the very top of her lungs, she would make him stop, or gain someones attention! There must be someone close by!

"STOP!" She shouted!

Timosha never released her wrists as he dropped out of the drivers side of the travel-bus, she felt herself sailing over the seats, pulled out the drivers door, and down from the truck! She fell uncontrollably onto Timosha. Landing over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes! She kicked, she wiggled, she started to scream, and then pain flashed, radiating from her right ass cheek, up her spine and through her body! She felt her back straighten, her bound arms shoot straight out, and hands grasped at empty air.

A cry of pain and indignation took her breath away. No intelligible words came out, only "Owww!" and fearful panting.

As she started to inhale, to demand he stop another painful blow landed on her thigh. She balled up, her legs curled, she pushed away with her bound arms, and it only inspired another thunderous slap across her ass. Tears flowed, she curled more tightly, wanting the pain halt, and held still, she sobbed, just wanting to be as far from this man, and this place, but afraid of incurring any further pain.

Timosha said over his shoulder to Katarena; "If you don't hold still I will warm your lovely ass bright red! No more wiggling!" Then he chortled to himself, knowing full-well she was about to get a beating, no matter how well she remained still or followed his directions.

Shifting her curvy form more securely he removed the flashlight from his back pocket and walked into the old barn. Through the gloom of the night, with the headlights still on from the truck Timosha carried Katarena under the edge of the hayloft. With her only view being from over his shoulder, her vision cut-off by Timosha's wide back, Katarena had no idea what was about to come.

This he told her this was a place he had grown up, the old barn had given him many days of refuge, and retreat, as a youth. While his monologue spilled out like a B-movie villain he set Katarena down on her feet, stood her up directly under a chain that dangled down to her knees. It trailed down from out of the darkness above, ominously waiting this moment. Before she could twist away, and try to run for the open barn door, Timosha took a chain and looped it around her wrists, and the belt that pinned her arms together. He looked her in the eye, and closed the tension clasp on the end of the chain trapping her there in the dark, tied to the chain in the center of the old barn.

"This chain is attached to the lift system for stacking hay in the loft above." Said Timosha as he used the flashlight to illuminate the ceiling, then he continued to play the light along the length of chain across and down the wall.

"These old pulleys have held up quite well, but that is a new chain my dear." Timosha shared with Katarena as he walked to the far wall of the barn.

Even as a young man he had fantasized about tonight, well the opportunity really, not the specifics.

Tonight he told Katarena they would both know pleasure. "I will show you how to please a man, but first your imperialist airs must be stripped away, this is for your own good. You will kneel and thank me for this later my temptress. And if you please me, I will reward you, greatly."

Timosha placed his hands on the slightly rusted, but newly oiled heavy duty crank, and leered at Katarena. He happily turned the crank and watched the helpless Katarena frantically try to release her arms. He could feel his dick pressing insistently against his jeans, the very first ratchet of the pulley excited him. He couldn't wait to have this bitch pleading for him!

Timosha told Katarena; "This barn was used as a collective farm-house, many laborers worked here, no one really knowing how to make the land produce. But this barn and farm-house now stand empty, part of my new holdings. I a rich man, and a Commissar, and if you play your cards right, you will be at my side!"

All the while he spun the crank of the pulley around. He felt a rush un-like anything before, better than closing any lucrative deal, more adrenaline than when finally out maneuvering a enemy, he felt positively godlike!

Katarena inversely could only feel panic rise up, she could hear the ratcheting of the pulley as Timosha cranked, as he spoke, methodically, relentlessly pulling her wrists above her head! She tried despairingly to get to the buckle behind her wrists with her teeth, or to reach the hasp on the end of the chain as it slipped past her face.

Timosha continued; "When I planned out this tour I thought of this barn, I came here days ago and prepared for this night. I had thought there would be a different person here with me to share this moment, poor Dominika, too bad for her, but I am flexible." he shared as he shrugged, as he continued to turn the wheel, and pull Katarena's arms painfully upwards.

Fear and panic over-came Katarena! She could only moan and plead; "Please stop Timosha, please."

"I will have what I want, and you, you are what I desire." Declared Timosha as decided to stop lifting the helpless girl. Slowly he drew up next to helpless Katarena who was swaying, just barely able to keep her toes on the ground.

Katarena's shawl had fallen to the ground and her breathing was coming in gasps. Her head laid back behind her arms, her long blonde hair drifted down like a glowing gown in the harsh light of the travel-bus. Timosha could only appreciate her barely hidden body presented before him, the light behind her made her blouse like shirt almost translucent.

Her big beautiful tits swayed enticingly!

Timosha couldn't hold back any longer, he tossed the flashlight into the hay nearby, and and strode over to his captive, wrapped his huge fist around the base of her right tit, he lifted and kneaded her swelling nipple with his thumb. The light fabric of her aged bra and white blouse gave no protection. His fat thumb and forefinger rolled her quickly engorging nipple through the worn fabric. His other strong hand gathered a massive handful of Katarena's beautiful mane, and pulled her head straight back, and down roughly.

As Katarena cried out in pain and surprise Timosha clamped his fetid mouth over Katarena's and took her lips in his. Timosha's fury was immediate, Katarena bucked and fought like a demon. She wrenched her face away, spun in place and kicked out.

He would not have this insolence!

"You Bitch!" Yelled Timosha as she flailed, then he delivered a shattering punch to her mid-section.

Katarena felt like her legs were cut off and her body stopped responding, then her panic overtook her as she gasped like a fish tossed from the water. No matter what air refused to pass her lips, or enter into her lungs, she was sure she was going to die! Her head swam, her body dropped all its weight painfully onto her wrists, and she hung limply, then incrementally, tiny rapid breath passed her lips, and she gasped.

When her wits returned she found that in rage Timosha has torn away all her clothing. She was hanging naked as the day she was born, like a shorn sheep, she stood bare and two-toned in the old barn. Her pale skin was unblemished and even more vibrant where her clothes normally covered. Her round hips and flat stomach called to him. Her well groomed bush was fluffy and just as blonde as the top of her head. Timosha drank her in greedily with his eyes, and allowed his hands to roam over her body.

Her breathing was painful, and she was sure that she must have at least one cracked rib, the tears started again, and she pleaded for Timosha to stop.

Unhindered his repulsive hands were playing all over her body. Measuring the weight and roundness of each tit, pulling at her nipples indiscriminately. Brazenly reaching where no one had touched. Katarena shivered, "Please stop, I will be good!" She pleaded brokenly, her beautiful blue eyes flooded with tears tried their best to win the cold heart of this bastard.

Timosha was beyond any reasoning, this was his night, and she would be his, tonight and forever.

"You have never had a lover, so I will give you pleasure voluptuous one, but first you must pay for denying me."

Timosha's right hand wedged down between Katarena's legs, his fat middle finger started rubbing the outer lips of her pussy, inexpertly back and forth.

Katarena grunted, she squirmed, but didn't lash out as before, but tried her best to squeeze her powerful thighs together, to close this man out. His strength once again shattered her feeble defenses, almost hindered his fat fingers played back and forth. Katarena was mortified, she couldn't stop him, she didn't even seem to be able to slow him, and then she felt, pleasure! "No! Not now, NO!" Thought Katarena! And a small moan escaped her lips.

Timosha only waited, he knew this little actor wasn't going to give in so easily. He looked forward to bending her to his will, and he craved the next part of their dance.

Katarena couldn't do it, she wouldn't give this bastard what he wanted, so she started to flail, she would not give in to this PIG!

The pain was immediate!

His brutal left hand crashed into unprotected ass her from behind. As she swung forward like a lewd human pendulum, her arms holding her in place, Timosha slid two rough calloused fingers inside her pussy. Pain radiated out of her cunt, this was too much! She had been very careful to not penetrate this place!

She wanted to save it!

"STOP!" She wailed!

Timosha just continued, pressing, forcing his fingers in! Katarena gasped, she was sure she was going to rip open and have her insides spill onto the floor of the barn!

"Stop! Please! OW!" Katarena redoubled her efforts to slip away somehow! The only reward garnered though was a shower of blows on her lovely ass. Every heavy blow only drove her pussy onto the bastards meaty fingers! As the blows continued, some sadistically hard, others solid and painful, others warming, always in a new spot, the rhythm shifting, Katarena found herself panting, a part of her mind recognized not in pain.

But pleasure!

Her body was tensing, the fingers going over her clit, and spreading her pussy lips were soaking in her juices. She pulled her knees up, wrapped one around Timosha, spreading herself, yielding.

This would be on her terms! She had set her mind on a new course!

She came to the realization, she was not yielding to this repugnant bastard! No she would yield to her desires! She would use him, not him using her. She had diddled herself to orgasms before, but now, she felt a desire for pleasure, strong and over-powering, her body demanded that she experience pleasure!

Then revenge!

Once she reconciled herself to this course she gave way with abandon! She moaned, and swayed and gasped, she thrust her ass into the continuing blows. The strikes rained on, she panted, she pulled him in closer with her free legs, finally she let loose a howl that should have been heard in Poland! Waves of pleasure, a molten orgasm roiled and consumed her, the shuddering of her body was intense.

Timosha couldn't be more pleased with himself. This night was better than could have dreamed!

He stoked her lovely hair, and told Katarena; "This my darling is only the beginning of a wonderful new life."

She hung limply, smiling as she thought of escape, and blood. Her eyes remained closed as she discerned the pig was dropping his pants to the floor of the barn. Privately, internally, she decided she would make this toad pay, dearly.

Her chance would come.