Author's Note: This story is seen from the point of view of a woman who has been removed from the life she knows and is the property of The Master. He is mysterious, dangerous and there are many things to learn about him.


Chapter 1

I am to be punished. I don't know why or if there is even a reason. I am property and I have learned not to ask questions. I don't even know how long I have been here, time is strange now, it has less meaning. I remember I made a wrong turn and was lost... and after that things simply dissolve into a grey fog. I remember a rusted gate, a stone house...and hands. I'm not unhappy here, I am pampered and treasured, much like a pet.

There are others here and like any group of idle young women, we are vain. We comb each others hair and play with make-up and jewelry. We giggle and share our clothes. My hair is a particular favorite. It is long, nearly to my waist, very thick and a deep auburn. I often find myself the subject of braiding and hairstyling lessons. I am tall and very curvy. I vaguely remember being unhappy with my weight Before, but I'm not now. We often find special treats in our rooms, we are rewarded for looking our best. I know how to make myself soft and sensual. We know we are watched, sometimes we feel the eyes in the shadows. We don't speak of that, just as we don't speak of the marks we bear on our bodies. Bruises...scars...it is as though we can't see them at all. It is a simple life for me now, and for the most part a good one.

Except when I am punished.

It always starts the same way. We take out meals in our rooms most days, although there is a grand dining hall. There are many rules to learn, it is easier to obey, to be docile and compliant. The alternative is unpleasant.

A blindfold appears with my evening meal. The girl who delivers it locks the door when she leaves. I see the black silk and my heart races. The Master is calling for me. I have never seen him, nobody has. It's forbidden. I strip naked and kneel. My hands are shaking as I fasten the blindfold and wait.

I hear the door open and it begins. He doesn't say anything, but I hear his footsteps as he inspects his property. His hand slides over my hair, like a man stroking a cat. I feel his breath on my face as he bends close, his strong hands fisting deep in my hair. I hear a low growl in my ear. Fear races through me like fire, leaving me cold and shaking. Involuntarily I try to pull away. I know better, but I can't stop myself. The growl gets louder, deeper and more menacing. I whimper and force myself to relax.

"Good girl," he whispers. I jolt, he has never spoken before. His voice is a deep growl, feral and barely human. He releases me and pulls me to my feet. I shiver as his hands stroke my body. I can't help but purr. I feel his laugh as he gathers my hair to bare my neck. Teeth...sharp...much sharper than they should be grip my neck. One hand skims down my side until it reaches my hip. Heat begins to build as my heart races. I know he is going to hurt me, but I don't know how. The suspense makes me weak, I want to beg him, to end my torture, but I know it is just beginning.

He releases me and leads me to the bed. He is so gentle with me I almost forget why we are there. He touches me gently, then fiercely. First I moan in pleasure, then in anguish. His nails are long and very sharp as they scrape over my skin. I know I will bear marks for days. His hands are impossibly hot and way too large. He lays me back and gently spreads my legs, leaving me vulnerable. I feel his breath on my inner thigh, then teeth, gently at first, but then I feel his teeth pierce my skin and I have no choice but to cry out. Blood runs down my skin. I can feel it as it gathers in a small puddle on the bed.

"Please...oh please...I can't take any more..." I sob incoherently as I beg. I know he can see and smell how wet I am. Despite the pain, I am lost in waves of pleasure. I beg him to stop and I beg him to let me cum. He laughs again, louder this time. It is a dark and frightening sound, completely lacking any humor.

"So my pet is enjoying my attention." His voice sent goose bumps over my entire body. I arch my back and grind my hips into the bed. "Is this you want my pet?" I feel his mouth brush over me, barely touching me as his finger slides deep inside me. My hands fight to stay still, I want to touch him, I need too, but it's forbidden. My body is about to shatter into a thousand pieces. His thumb finds my clit and he firmly strokes me. "Does my pet want to cum?"

I beg, I plead...I am lost...all the while he laughs, bringing me closer and closer to orgasm. Suddenly his hand and mouth are gone and I cry out in frustration.

"Does my pet want to be fucked?" I feel him move until he is over me and a breath away from penetrating me. I nod my head, not trusting my voice. He growls, almost a snarl. I can feel his hard cock pressing against my sex. "Say it. Tell me exactly what you want."

"Fuck me Master" I whisper.

"Louder. Tell me exactly what you want." One hand grips my hip, his sharp nails digging deeply into my flesh. I sob and cry and beg. "Now TELL ME."

"Please Master, fuck your slave. I need your cock inside me...I need you to fuck me like a whore."

With one hard thrust he moves his cock deep into me. His hand fiercely pinches and twists my nipple. I cry out in pain and pleasure of his cock moving deep within me. I am past begging, all I can do is react to what he is doing to me. I feel my orgasm rising and I move against him. His huge hand reaches up and caresses my neck, gently and possessively.

At first I don't notice the pressure. His hand stills and slowly tightens. I gasp, but realize I can't. He is hard and fast inside me. I try to move but I can't. I start to panic as stars explode in the darkness of my blindfold. My ears are ringing and my chest is aching for air.

"You are mine my pet. I hold your life in my hands. There is nobody to stop me. Do you want to die my pet? I could end you and nobody would ever know. Or I could keep you forever." For just a second he stops and loosens his hand. Glorious air rushes into my tortured lungs and washes away the orgasm that was so close. I cry in frustration and beg for mercy. He laughs or growls...I'm not sure there is even a difference...and begins to move inside me again.His hand, his sharp nails dig into my neck once again cutting off my air. My orgasm builds as consciousness begins to fade.

"Beg for your life my pet, tell me why I should allow you to live?" I whimper and moan, but cannot talk. "Nothing to say? Maybe I will end your suffering now." Just as I am about to slide into to darkness, he loosens his hand and again stops thrusting into me. I can breathe, but the precious orgasm is gone.Again and again he brings me to the edge of consciousness, to the edge of ecstasy just to deny me. Each time he reminds me this could be my last moments alive.

"I can do whatever I want to your body". Finally I break and grab his hand as I beg. He is completely still as I explore the hand which is causing me such torment. It is huge and muscular, his fingers impossibly long. His skin is firm, but soft like velvet. It felt marvelous, alive and like nothing I had ever felt before. I am shaking as my hand follows sinew and bone towards my neck. I freeze when I reach his nails...they are curved and impossibly sharp. I can feel little beads of blood on my skin beneath his nails.

"Please...I need to cum..." I whisper. He says nothing, he doesn't move. "Please..."

"Do you trust me he?" he whispers.

I am his prisoner. I cannot see his face and I am forbidden from touching him. He has kept me on the edge of life and death and made me beg for my life. I know my answer.

"If you truly wanted me dead, I would already be dead. I have no power here. Yes Master, I trust you." His hand tightens on my throat as he begins to thrust inside me. I am flying, by body ever climbing higher. My ears are ringing and stars are exploding making brilliant flashes of light in my darkness. He leans down and growls in my ear. I can barely hear him over the ringing.

"Cum NOW my pet." My world explodes in color and light as my long denied orgasm rips through my body. I am flying and falling all at once...then I fall into darkness and it all goes away.

I slowly start to awaken. The blindfold is still on, but I am not alone. I call out, but he doesn't answer. I can feel his presence in the room. I slowly sit up, but I am weak and disoriented. I start to fall forward and cry out in my first real sense of terror. Strong arms catch me before I hit the floor. He easily scoops me up and places me on the bed. He stops, I can feel him, we are face to face, separated only by a blindfold. Without thinking I reach up and rip it off my eyes.

Blinking, I look into the eyes of my Master for the first time.


Chapter 2

My door has been locked for days. The serving girls who bring my food barely look at me. I stopped trying to talk to them after I saw the fear in their eyes.

They knew.

I can hear the other girls, but their laughter is strained, subdued. Everything has changed. I continue to care for my hair and take great pains to look my best. There really isn't anything else for me to do besides wait. I knew what I had done was forbidden, what I didn't know was what was going to happen to me. As quickly as I had ripped the silk from my eyes, I was thrown to the ground. I saw nothing but a blur of black. His growl chilled me to the bone. I closed my eyes and kept my face down on the rug covering the stone floor and was still except for a tremor I could not control.

"Forgive me Master" I whispered, but my words were met with the closing of the door.

I was sitting at my dressing table when my punishment began. It was time for my evening meal. I expected the girl to set the try down and leave as she always did. I could tell something was wrong. I turned slowly and instead of the serving girl stood a woman I had never seen before. She placed a wooden chest on my bed and waited.

Chills washed through me. I did not know what was going on, but I knew it couldn't be good.

"Strip...your clothes will not be needed this evening" she said. I knew I had no choice. I stood and removed the blue silk dressing gown I was wearing and carefully folded it. The strange woman beckoned me to sit and I did without a word. Her hands were cold and efficient as she pulled my long hair back and fastened it in a tight tail at my neck.

I didn't see the hood and for a moment I panicked as it slid over my face. "Be still!" she snapped as one hand guided the leather into place and the other held my hair in an iron grip. I shivered and tried not to cry as she laced up the back. My hair was pulled through and I felt her fasten the last buckle into place.

I couldn't see. I could hear, but not well. My breathing was labored and I could feel the hood pressing against my face. I fought panic, I could breathe, there was enough air, but I had to remain calm to get it. I was trembling when I felt the leather cuffs wrap my wrists. I had worn them many times before; I didn't need my sight to tell me they were fastened with heavy locks, I could feel their weight. Soon I had a matching set around my ankles as well.

The woman pulled me to my feet and fastened my hands together in front of me with a heavy chain leash. A matching chain connected my ankles. I could feel my tears start to fall under the hood. I was terrified. I didn't know what was going to happen, but I knew it wasn't good.

She led me outside my room for the first time in days. The familiarity was both calming and unsettling. I could feel the cool air on my skin as we entered the main hall, I could feel the hush fall as the others saw me. I can only imagine how I looked. A naked woman, hooded, chained and led on a leash to her punishment. I had no identity other than they were grateful it was me and not them.

There was a pause as the woman unlocked a door. There were many forbidden places and I was about to enter one as a chained slave. I could feel the emptiness of the room, it was cold and hollow. I was led to what I assumed was the center of the room and abandoned. I waited and listened, desperate to hear anything.

Suddenly the chin started to lift. I could hear the clanking and the clicking of the metal as it was raised over my head, higher and higher. I gasped and cried out as I was lifted to my toes. My body was taut and I danced lightly on my tiptoes.

I waited. I listened. Nothing. I was almost sobbing from the torment of not knowing when I felt something brush my back. It was a caress, a simple touch from a tiny sliver of leather. I knew what it was and I started sobbing in earnest.

"PLEASE!" I begged. "I'm sorry, please anything but this...I'm sorry..." my pleas were answered with a low and menacing laugh. I heard the whisper of the whip as it sliced through the air. I line of burning pain fell across my shoulder. I shrieked in panic and pain. Another whisper and another line of pain across my hip. I could feel the hood press against my face cutting of my air and making me panic even more. I twisted and turned, desperate to rid my face of the hood.

The whip fell again, this time across the backs of my thighs. I could feel a line of blood trickle down my legs. Again and again the whip fell. Nothing was safe. I couldn't brace myself against the pain because I never knew where or when the whip was going to strike. It might have been only a few lashes or it might have been dozens. I was lost to the pain. I spun in place, desperate to get away and the lash fell fast hard and heavy across my breasts. Three lightening fast strikes, the last one directly across my left nipple. I shrieked in pain and finally broke. I hung limply from my numb hands, no longer able to stand on my own. The lash fell once...twice more...but I could do nothing but whimper.

A felt someone standing behind me. I could feel his body heat and the smell unique scent that marked him as my Master. I flinched when his arm pressed across my battered chest, pulling me tightly against him. He easily supported me and I trembled in relief. My entire body blazed with pain, each line from the whip alive and torturous. The hood clung to my face, hot and heavy. I rested my head against Master's chest and tried to control my panic an my breathing.

I let out a moan and begin to beg anew as his hand found the wetness between my thighs. Shame filled me. I was a whipped, disobedient slave, but I was hopelessly aroused by my punishment. I bucked and twisted, desperate to get away. My rebellion was short lived. His other hand found my neck, the light pressure, the hint of a threat was enough to still me. One hand stroked my clit with maddening slowness and the other held my throat. I could feel his breath on my neck below the hood. A growl? A laugh? I didn't know but it was enough to send me over the edge.

"Please Master, please let me cum..." I sobbed and begged and cried, but he never changed his rhythm. It was maddening. I was flying and falling all at once...my body a screaming need full of pain and pleasure...and then he was gone.

"Master?" I whispered. I was lost. I hung limply, unable to even find the strength or will to stand. "Please...I need you...." I whispered, unsure if he was even in the room.

Suddenly hands gripped my fiercely by the hips. He lifted me easily and impaled me on his cock. I arched my back at the sudden invasion, at the sudden unbearable pleasure. I wrapped my legs around Master as he began to thrust into my throbbing body. My hands pulled uselessly at the chains that held them. I hung limply, by my hands as Master mercilessly fucked me.

His hands dug brutally into my tender flesh. My hips, my waist, my ass, my breasts were all savaged by his powerful hands. I could feel his sharp nails cutting into me; I could feel the rivulets of blood on my breasts. Then he bit me, just above the collarbone in the tender curve of my neck. I screamed in pain, the hood muffling my cries. Beyond my control, a forbidden orgasm ripped through me, leaving me weak and shaking. Master continued to thrust into me, harder and harder, as though he was trying to break me. My pleasure swirled with pain and I found myself starting to climax again.

"Please Master...please...please have mercy on your slave..." I whispered. He laughed and growled and then bit me again. I shrieked in agony and ecstasy. The hood sealed itself to my face and I suddenly couldn't breathe at all. Then the world exploded in a flash of lights...and then was gone.

I woke up laying on something soft, my hood and bindings gone. Everything hurt. I didn't move, couldn't move. I heard the door open and I slowly lifted my head and looked around the unfamiliar room. I caught a glimpse of my Master as he left. Dark hair, impossibly broad shoulders.

And horns.


Chapter 3

After my punishment everything changed. I never returned to my small chamber, I was moved to a larger room with a fireplace and private balcony.

And a door that was always locked. Days passed, then weeks. The whip marks faded from my skin, all except one across my left breast. The thin line faded until it was nothing more than a white scar born of pain and blood.

Master never came. I often imagined him coming to me, hurting me then washing away the pain with pleasure. I knew it was forbidden, but I couldn't help myself. I awoke in the middle of the night, my body aching from my dream, aching for his touch. I knew it was forbidden. I knew if I was caught I would be punished, but I am only human, and I am weak.

I never moved from beneath the covers. Slowly I raised the hem of my silk gown until I was able to reach between my thighs. I was wet and aching. I was very still, very quiet, I did everything I could to appear to be sleeping.

Except I wasn't. The effort to be still, to be silent was agonizing. It took a very long time to orgasm, and when I did it was glorious. With a sigh I rolled over and went back to sleep.

The next morning my breakfast was late, and it was only dry toast and tea. I knew then something was wrong. I brushed my hair again and again, wishing for the companionship of the other girls to ease my mind. I suspected I had been found out. When my lunch was a small bowl of thin soup I knew I was to be punished.

I paced through the endless afternoon. Finally the door opened and the same woman who led me to my punishment in chains and a hood appeared. She was carrying the same wooden box which she set on the table where I take my meals.

"Strip, your clothes will not be needed this evening." She watched me with cold eyes as I disrobed. Being naked did not bother me, but her close scrutiny did.

In her hand was a blindfold, it was silk and leather and laced in the back. It wasn't a hood, because my nose and mouth were not covered, but there would be no way to dislodge it once it was on. She laced it very tightly, almost to the point of being painful and ordered me to the bed.

I was so frightened I didn't hear what she said at first. A sharp pain across my thigh got my attention. I didn't see the cane, but I was familiar with the feeling.

"Bend your knees you silly girl! The next stripe will not be as kind." I complied and felt a thick leather belt wrap around my thigh and calf, making it impossible to straighten my leg. She then attached a chain to the strap and fastened it to the bed. She quickly did the other leg in the same fashion, spreading my bound legs wide, exposing me and making me very vulnerable.

My hands were bound together and pulled to the head of the bed, stretching me so that my back was held taut.

There was a sharp, painful bite on my left nipple followed by one on the right. I tried to twist away from the pain but couldn't. The clamps were tight and painful and not going anywhere. I whimpered lightly. Begging would do no good and the worst was yet to come.

I heard the door open, and whispering.

"Remember your place and remember your rules." the woman said clearly and firmly. "Disobedience will be harshly punished."

The door open and closed again, and I was left alone...or so I thought. I found against my bindings, trying to find a more comfortable position, but I couldn't. The pain in my nipples was nearly unbearable and my spread legs were beginning to ache.

I felt someone sit on the bed and I froze. A soft hand gently stroked my inner thigh, climbing higher to where I was hot and wet. I moaned, unable to help myself, and my moan was lost in a kiss. She was gently and explored my mouth slowly, her long hair tantalizing my tormented nipples. Her hand soothed the pain. She broke the kiss long enough to climb onto the bed and straddle me. She was nude, I could feel her heat and her own wetness where she was pressed against me. As she leaned in to kiss me again, her bare breasts pressing against my own, her hands gently framing my face, I felt a finger slide deep inside me. I tried to buck my hips in protest, but couldn't move at all. I whimpered and moaned into her mouth. The other girl, I was assuming it was a girl, worked her fingers deep inside me, pressing and rubbing the special spot that always felt so good.

I was lost when she leaned in and took my clit into her mouth, working it firmly with her tongue. I was flying, and falling all at once. The orgasm building within me until I felt I was going to explode...

And they stopped. I nearly screamed in frustration. I tried to buck my hips, anything to bring back the pleasure. I sobbed and begged, but they remained still, her fingers deep inside me and the other girl a hairs breath from a kiss. I had forgotten the painful throb of the nipple clamps and the pain was back in a brutal rush. I was nearly crying from the pain, when she kissed me again, and it started all over.

Over and over they tormented me, for what seemed like the entire night, never allowing me to cum. I knew them by two names the Mean Girl and the Nice Girl. The Nice Girl only pleasured me, the Mean Girl would twist the clamps or bite whatever tender spot she was nearest. They changed positions again and again, always keeping me wondering what they were going to do next.

The Mean Girl straddled me one last time, except this time she didn't kiss me. The Nice Girl once again took my clit in her mouth, the bed was soaked underneath me. I sobbed and begged for release. It was as if they knew exactly how to torment me, how to take me to the very edge but never let me fall.

They began again and the nipple clamps were ruthlessly jerked from my nipples. As I cried out, her hand came down firmly over my nose and mouth and the other on my neck. I tried to get away, but I couldn't. Stars exploded in the darkness and I could feel myself drifting then flying into what I knew would be the most intense orgasm of my life.

And she stopped. I shrieked as much as I could and fought one last time as the orgasm once again slipped from my grasp...and I faded into the darkness.

I awoke slowly, still bound, to a silent room. I knew I had only been out a few moments, but it was enough. I pulled against my bonds one more time, but they were as tight as ever. My aching body screamed for release, for the orgasm so cruelly denied me so many times, and I sobbed. I cried for all the anguish, for the lost pleasure and because I had disobeyed and this was my punishment.

"Master I am so sorry." I whispered to the empty room. "Forgive me please?"

I felt his hand wrap around my neck, his sharp nails digging into my tender flesh. Apparently I wasn't alone. "Master, please forgive me. I am so sorry." I didn't fight even when his nails dug harder, I whimpered when I felt the blood slide down my flesh to the bed. "Punish me...please."

I felt that familiar laugh or growl, and I shivered. His hand was gone from my throat and my legs were released, but not unbound. He gently lifted me and turned me so I was kneeling, legs wide, my aching sex exposed to him.

I felt his nails dig deep and hard into my hips as he plunged his hard cock deep inside me. I moaned and whimpered and growled as he fucked me, hard then gentle and finally with a frantic energy than bordered on violent. Over and over, he repeated the cycle, moving me like a doll for his pleasure. I fought the orgasm that was building inside me, to be denied again would be more than I could take. He never said a word, but he laughed as I whimpered and cried.

Finally I shattered. I could no longer fight the orgasm. "Please Master...please let me cum...please...I can't take anymore." I knew whether I was granted permission or not it was going to happen, all I could do was hope I had permission.

"No." he breathed and I cried. "Your pleasure belongs to me and only me. You stole than from me and your must pay the price." He thrust harder and harder and I fought not to cum, crying and begging. "If you cum now, you will never see the light of day again." In one quick move he flipped me onto my back again and was thrusting into me before I could register what had happened. His hand wrapped around my throat. "Do you want to cum my pretty pet?" his hand tightened and the air in the room got thin. "What will you do for me if I allow my little slut to cum?"

"Anything Master, I will do anything." I whispered. He laughed and growled and thrust harder and deeper.

"I already own you and can do anything I want to you. You are going to have to come up with something better than than that if you want to live." His hand tightened. I could feel his breath becoming ragged, it was the first time I had ever seen him have any break in his absolute control over me. I knew I was going to black out again and there was nothing I could do. My body screamed for release and I finally lost control.

"Master...I...I... love you. If die tonight I want it to be in your arms. I love you..."

He stilled for just a moment, his body as tense as a coiled spring and I could feel a low growl deep inside his chest and a tremor ran through his body.

My orgasm crashed through me, ripping my mind to shreds. I could feel him once more moving deep inside me and I came again...and again. With an inhuman roar my Master followed me into the throws of a violent orgasm. I could feel him hot and wet inside me, filling me. For once, both of us complete, two beings creating one.

For a long moment neither of us moved, our breathing heavy and labored.

"I love you." I whispered. "Say you will keep me forever. Please?" My voice was barely a breath and he said nothing. He laid me down gently on the bed and released the straps holding me. I could feel him on the bed behind me and I fought not to reach for him.

"You don't know what you are asking." He growled as he started to get up. I couldn't stop myself and I rolled so that I could touch him. I found hard muscle, velvety skin and impossible heat.

"Then tell me...what am I asking?" I whispered. He had not removed the blindfold and I realized, it didn't matter. "Show me."

His hand fisted brutally into my hair and he jerked my head back exposing my neck. His other hand caressed me, shoulders, my stomach and finally my breasts. His sharp nails found my still tender nipples. I cried out in pain, but did not twist away. I smiled and moaned at the heat once again building between my legs. "Please Master..." I begged again.

He nibbled my neck gently, his lips and tongue creating a river of pleasure that radiated from my neck. With a snarl he bit me...hard. I felt hit teeth pierce my flesh and blood run to the bed. He had blooded me before, but not like this. Through the pain I felt heat and electricity rush through my body and for a moment I thought I was dying.

"You are mine." He growled. "Forever you are mine. My toy, my pet my slave. I will hurt you, I will fuck you and I will make you wish I had taken your life this night...and then I will do it again. "

I looked at my Master. A demon. His skin was was a dark, shiny grey, like fine granite. His eyes were a shade of blue that almost glowed in the dim light. His horns lay flat against his head, pointing back and were obsidian black. I could see barely the hint of a tail. I already knew the feel of his hands, but was surprised to see the long fingers ending in black talons instead of fingernails. I realized I could hear his heartbeat, a three beat rhythm: alien and strange.

I could see my blood on his teeth, and it dripped making a bright red circle on the bed.

"I am yours Master." He leaned to kiss me, blood and all and I let him.

This is when I realized I was still wearing the blindfold.