The Rebellious Slave Ch. 19

"There's a good girl," Lord Arlington hissed, as Alice's erratic movements drove him mad with arousal. As she continued to scream and buck, he grabbed her bound wrists and pressed her hands against the bulge in his pants, feeling her squeeze the sensitive tissue in ecstasy, still unglued and exploding in his arms. "Keep cumming for me, pet," Arlington moaned into the girl's ear, his body on fire. "There's a good girl. Take as long as you need."

Moments later, Alice had sunk back against her lord and sat shaking between his legs. For several minutes, he held her tightly to him, keeping her body warm with his own heat and caressing her hair gently. Alice seemed to enjoy the attention and sighed pleasurably as he snuggled up against her form, showering her with tiny kisses and gentle squeezes along her arms, and shoulders, and hips. When he thought she had come back down, he gripped her hair in his hand pressed his lips against hers. There, Arlington held Alice in place as he plunged into her mouth, kissing her deeply and possessively. He explored her mouth like a true conqueror, running his tongue along her teeth, the flesh of her cheeks, and her own pulsating tongue. His ministrations elicited little moans and mewls from deep within Alice's throat, and Arlington thought it was glorious.

"Now, that wasn't so bad, was it?" Arlington asked, withdrawing from Alice's mouth and watching her dazed face as it came to terms with the kiss. The girl looked up at him innocently, not sure how to respond, and he chuckled softly. "See? You got yourself worked up over nothing, didn't you? Now, open your legs for me." This time, Alice complied immediately and shuddered as Arlington ran a hand between her thighs and into her overly sensitive pussy, withdrawing moist fingers. "Lick them clean," he ordered, bringing them to Alice's lips. But the girl's demeanor changed then, and she shook her head viciously, closing her lips tightly.

"That's gross," Alice declared, as if it were a simple fact of life. "I can't. That stuff...came out of me..."

"It isn't gross," Lord Arlington insisted. The girl's prudishness surprised him and he growled at her, to make his displeasure known. "This is not vile, or disgusting, or anything synonymous with those terms. This is you, and I want you to know what you taste like. Lick them clean, Alice." And, just to prove his point, Arlington sucked the juice off one of his own fingers, so that Alice gave him a horrified little gasp. "Your cunt tastes so sweet," Lord Arlington grinned. "Now, your turn. Open up, pet."

"No," Alice replied, and her tone became even more obstinate. "I'll have sex with you, of course. That was the deal we made, and I appreciate your helping my mother. But I don't have to do perverted things for you."

"Is that so?" Arlington laughed, but it was a disturbing, sinister laugh.

For the girl's words evoked in Arlington a primal, violent urge to control. Deep within his soul, the young lord could feel a dark desire growing, demanding that he possess, mold, and dominate the defiant little slave in his arms. Arlington wanted to crush that valiant spirit and twist it to his own ends. He wanted to see Alice doing all sorts of lewd, sick sex acts for his pleasure and amusement. And, of course, he would get what he wanted. Quickly, he wrapped both his arms around Alice's torso and pulled her body into him, so that there could be no escape. There, he rested his chin on her shoulder and whispered into her ear in a sinister, barely audible voice.

"Oh, this is just an introduction, my dear," Arlington chuckled, and the darkness in his voice made Alice tremble. "I am going to do all sorts of wonderful, terrible perverted things to your body. And you are going to learn to love being a slut for my every whim and desire, no matter how disturbing or twisted. For example, I think we could have some fun with this adorable little nipples. We'll dress them up all nice and pretty, and then I'll be able to take you out and show you off at one of my yearly dinner parties." Alice redoubled her efforts at escape upon hearing that, no doubt upset by the embarrassment his words invoked. Alice was not an exhibitionist, that was for sure. But Arlington was pleased to see the bravado leave her, to see her twist in his arms. The girl deserved it, after all. "And some other rainy day, when I'm bored," Arlington continued, as Alice begged to be released. "I'll tie you up and suspend you from the ceiling, and maybe leave you there for a few hours while I jerk off all over your nude body, watching you squirm. Oh, and one of these days, I'm going to take you over my knee and spank you until your little bottom is red, and then I'm going to tie you down and fuck that pretty little ass of yours."

"You can't!" Alice screeched, and her struggles became more insistent. Apparently, she was particularly repulsed by the thought of anal play and Arlington decided he would have to fix that. Might as well start now. Keeping one arm around Alice's body, Arlington drew his free hand down the girl's back and into the crevice between her ass cheeks, his fingers still wet with the dew of her cunt. "Please, don't!" Alice begged, as Arlington pressed against her tiny rosebud, loosening it up in preparation for penetration. "Please, my lord! Please! It's dirty!"

"It might feel a little strange at first, pet," Lord Arlington whispered darkly, pressing more insistently upon her forbidden orifice, making her quiver in his arms. "But you'll learn to enjoy it. And one day, you'll be taking my entire cock up that gorgeous ass, and you'll love it." With that, Lord Arlington pressed a single, lubricated finger into Alice's warm behind and she gasped, her whole body jolting in his arms. Slowly, Arlington drew his finger into and then out of her tiny bud, feeling her shudder and coil. He then pressed a second finger past the two rings of muscle and began to stretch her opening, even as Alice's persistent please plagued his ears. "Are you going to do what I say, and taste yourself for me?" Lord Arlington asked, a slight threat in his voice. "Or should I go ahead and get a plug for this tight little ass? Eventually, I want you to be a slut for my every whim and desire and we have to start your training somewhere. What will it be?"

"I'll taste myself!" Alice cried, her voice frantic. "Please! I promise, I'll do what you ask!"

"Smart and pretty," Lord Arlington grinned. "I'm going to unclasp your cuffs now, and you aren't going to try and worm away. You're going to finger your cunt for me and then lick your fingers clean, understand?" Alice only nodded frantically and Arlington gave her a rewarding kiss on the cheek. Next, he released her cuffs and allowed her to tentatively bring her hands between her legs, fucking her ass with his fingers the entire time. "Good girl," Arlington praised, pushing his tongue into Alice's ear and hearing her moan a little. "Play with yourself for me, and have fun with it. That's it. Get those fingers nice and wet for me."

Tentatively, Alice reached into the soft folds of her pussy with a gentle moan and began to finger herself. The cavern between her legs was soft and warm, so that touching it made her feel both sensual and pretty. Soon, her hands were slippery with dew and she could hear a squelching sound between her legs, which seemed to her obscene and nasty, but also strangely arousing. God, Alice wanted to continue fucking herself as long as possible, to hold off the inevitable, but knew that Arlington wouldn't tolerate too long a delay. Hesitantly, she put her sopping wet fingers to her lips and inhaled. Alice could smell her own musky arousal—tempting, but forbidden—and winced. But closing her eyes, she shoved the fingers into her mouth and sucked them clean, trying to finish up as quickly as possible.

"No," Arlington ordered, his voice stern. "Savor the flavor. Suck on your finger as if it were my cock. Lick each digit like a horny little sex kitten."

Distraught, Alice began to lap and lick at her fingers affectionately, even kissing the digits after she'd cleaned them, simply because Lord Arlington had demanded it of her. He commented on her actions throughout the entire ordeal, forcing her to lap up the juice from between her fingers and then fuck her own face with the digits. By the end of it all, she was slurping her own cum noisily for his enjoyment and would be subjected to painful pinches on her nipples and clit if she failed to be loud enough. Then, when Alice tried to remove her fingers from her mouth, Lord Arlington shoved them back in, declaring that she wasn't finished yet. She was told to moan and groan on command until he was satisfied, and was then ordered to rest her hands between her thighs.

"How did you taste, pet?" Arlington questioned, still pumping his fingers into and out of the girl's ass. "Sweet and sensual, I'll bet."

"Please, my lord," Alice begged, her voice trembling. She was beyond embarrassed now, and the fingers in her ass were starting to feel strange, in a good sort of way. The realization made Alice feel perverted and ashamed. "Please, don't make me talk about this..."

"You're a sex slave," Arlington hissed. "You have one job, pet. From here on out, your sole concern should be whether or not you've managed to get my rocks off." And, to emphasize his point, Arlington ground his erection against Alice. "I have interesting fetishes, and you're going to indulge all of them. I don't care if it bothers you. Now, what did you taste like?"

"A little sour," Alice relented, for Arlington had inserted a third finger into her ass. "A little sweet too, I guess. It wasn't too bad..."

"Tell me that you find your cunt delicious."

"I...I...think...I think my cunt is....delicious."

"Good girl," Lord Arlington praised, kissing Alice deeply and tasting her on his lips. She was indeed both sour and sweet, quite the delectable little treat. "Now, I'm not interested in fucking you while you're a sobbing mess," Arlington admitted, licking his lips clean. It was true. He knew that there would be pain, of course. And hell, he'd probably enjoy that. But he wanted Alice to be at least a little aroused before hand and utterly wet, so that the pain wouldn't be quite as bad. He wanted the girl's first time to be somewhat pleasurable, even if he had to push her boundaries a little. "So, I want you to cum for me again, before I fuck you," Lord Arlington continued, his voice gentle. "I want you wet and slippery and a little wound up, too. Touch yourself, pet. Get yourself wet and swollen for me and then cum in my arms again."

"My lord, please," Alice pleaded, her voice tight. "Can't you stop it first? Before I touch myself?"

"Stop what, pet?" Arlington asked with a wicked grin, and he wriggled his fingers in Alice's ass, forcing her to squirm and gasp. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Please take your fingers out, my lord."

"Out of where?"

"My....my...ass. Please, my lord. I don't like it and—"

"No, I won't," Lord Arlington chuckled, and he stretched her tight hole a little further, making her cry out in a combination of embarrassment and lewd desire. The girl was starting to like it even more--Arlington could tell by the way she gasped and mewled in response--but he would need to reinforce her forbidden desires, even as she adamantly denied them. "I want you to cum with my fingers up your ass," Lord Arlington told Alice, and he gripped one of her wrists with his free hand, so that he could stroke her pussy with it. "No, what's going to happen? And I want details."

"I'm going to cum," Alice obliged, her face beet red. "I'm going to cum with a finger in my ass."

"That's right, you are," Lord Arlington acknowledged, a satisfactory grin marring his handsome features. "Because you're my perverted little fuck toy, aren't you? Say it for me, pet. You're my darling little slave slut, aren't you?"

"My lord...." Alice began in protest, but she gasped as Arlington began to viciously bite the skin on her back, leaving tiny red welts. And suddenly, the girl's protests seemed foolish. "Yes," Alice moaned, her voice harsh with lust. "I'm your...your...fuck toy."

At first, Alice's ministrations were none too enthusiastic and she played with herself as if she were unsure of what to do and where to place her fingers. The girl was probably nervous, and it showed. But Lord Arlington continued to probe her ass with his fingers and then lapped at the bite marks he had made. As he did so, the young slave could feel a strange new pleasure rise up from within her forbidden orifice. The sensation was disconcertingly foreign and resembled a dull ache, which raced up from the girl's muscled rosebud to her cunt, setting it alight with an insistent, almost painful warmth. The penetration made Alice feel violated and vulnerable, but against her better judgement, she found the intrusion strangely erotic, too.

Soon, Alice was rubbing at her clitoris with renewed vigor, moving the bundle of nerves in a tight, rapid circle and fingering her wet cunt. It wasn't long before the frothy cream of her pussy was spilling onto her thighs, smelling obscene. With a finger in her ass and her clit on fire, Alice began to feel an impending orgasm building deep within her core, itchy and aching. Then, the tiny nub of the girl's sex began to harden and throb and push and twitch in glorious, sexual anxiety. Within moments, the spring of Alice's arousal had unwound and she exploded into a million shards of glass and plaster and light, whining and screaming her ecstasy.

"My lord, I'm cumming!" Alice screamed, her whole body on fire. "My lord, I'm cumming!"

That was Lord Arlington's cue. With the adorable slave writhing and screaming in his grasp, he found that he could wait no longer. In one fluid movement, he pushed Alice off of his chest and face first onto the mattress, so that she was lying on her stomach with her sopping wet pussy in the air, easily accessible and still quivering from the aftershocks of her recent orgasm. The violent push was a complete surprise for Alice and she inhaled sharply in response, moving her arms forward so as to brace herself for the fall. Then, she heard it. Behind Alice, Lord Arlington had knelt and she could hear the sinister unbuckling of his belt, followed by the whining of a zipper. Smooth hands were suddenly on either side of her hips, and then there was a set of knees between her legs.

Alice instinctively tried to crawl away when the warm tip of a cock pressed up against her lubricated opening, where it slid along her slit in a teasing fashion. But the girl was held firmly in place, such that escape was impossible. There was no warning then, and no gentleness. In a single movement, Lord Arlington thrust his hips forward and drove his aching cock into Alice's pure, untouched cunt. He could feel the pressure of her maidenhead resist him and then give way, tearing violently and allowing him to push still deeper into her.

Immediately, Alice screamed out in agony, an awful pain rippling up from within her cunt to consume her entire lower body. She could only describe the pain as a terrible sharpness, which reminded her of wooden splinters and torn skin and hot coals. Even as Arlington stilled—giving the girl a few moments to adjust to his girth—tiny beads of sweat broke out all over her skin, resembling tiny glass orbs which glistened in the overhead lighting. God, it was a terrible sensation, like being split into two separate beings. Alice tried to move away from the source of her pain, to remove the object of impalement. But Lord Arlington held the girl's hips in an immovable grip and she whimpered, terrified.

"It hurts," Alice groaned, panting erratically underneath her lord. Apparently, she had realized that escape was impossible and stilled, but decided to try begging. "Oh, god. It burns. My lord, please..."

God, the girl's pleas for mercy were such a turn on, and Arlington could feel his cock twitch within the girl's freshly speared cunt. The pain was causing her to clench his cock involuntarily, and she was tight enough to drive any reasonable man mad with desire. When Alice tried once more to escape, Arlington dug his nails into the girl's hips and pulled her back onto him, her moans of pain exquisite. Her thighs were trembling and when she looked over her shoulder, Arlington could see that her face was contorted with agony. The girl's crimson cheeks and the fear in her eyes turned Arlington on immensely. God, to have such power over another human being—to orchestrate pain and pleasure, like an engineer—provided him with a sexual thrill he had missed for several years. But no longer. He intended to drive himself mercilessly into the girl until he spoiled her with his hot cum, and then he would make her clean his cock with her adorable, pink tongue.

The girl belonged to him, Arlington realized. It was a thrilling epiphany.

"The pain doesn't matter now," Arlington groaned, his cock throbbing with arousal. He pushed himself slowly out of Alice, listened to her groan, and then plunged back into her with a violent thrust. As he did so, Arlington noticed just a hint of blood on his manhood and grinned. "This is for my pleasure now, isn't it?"

"Yes," Alice gasped, the heat radiating from her body nearly visible. She had taken to clenching the sheets in her fists, her breathing labored. "Yes, my lord. It's for your pleasure."

"Good girl," Arlington praised, and he kissed the back of his girl's neck, which was warm to the touch. Her skin tasted of fear and salt and desire, and the young lord lapped at it hungrily. "I'm not going to be gentle anymore," Arlington told his little slave, feeling her body stiffen and quiver beneath him, yearning to be possessed and owned. "It's going to hurt quite a bit, but you're going to stay still for me and scream for me, aren't you, pet?"

But Arlington didn't bother to wait for an answer. Instead, he pushed full force into the girl's cunt. Her pussy was unbearably sore and she cried out, clutching the sheets around her as if her very life depended on it. But good lord, her wet cunt was so warm and tight and Arlington could instantly feel his balls throbbing with desire. He slid into and out of the girl easily, his cock slick with the juices of her previous orgasm. And given the pain he was causing Alice, her pussy involuntarily clenched and spasmed around his cock, trying to push him out and making him ache with perverse need. But he relentlessly tore on, panting hungrily in the girl's ear, his sweat dropping onto her back and his balls slapping against her thighs.

"Tell me who you belong to," Lord Arlington growled, his balls tightening and his cock twitching eagerly. "Tell me who owns you, Alice."

"I belong to you, my lord," Alice panted, her voice hoarse with pain. "Please, my lord..."

"Again," Lord Arlington ordered, his voice boding no argument. "Louder this time, or I'll drape you over my knee and punish your insubordinate cunt with the palm of my hand."

"I belong to you!" Alice screamed, her lungs straining with effort. "I belong to you!"

The girl's terrified admission--echoing off of the walls--brought Lord Arlington to the edge and beyond. Gripping Alice's hips, he plunged into her once more and felt his balls tighten until his pulsating cock was releasing itself into her throbbing sex. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over him as his seed filled up the girl's cunt and spilled out onto her thighs in a glorious, perverted mess. Even after he had finished, Lord Arlington remained kneeling behind Alice, his cock still throbbing in her cunt and the aftershocks of his orgasm making him dizzy. Panting over the girl's rigid body, he took in the scent of their combined sweat and arousal, leaving little kisses and bites all over his slave's unmarked skin. But finally, his member softened and slid out of her moist opening of its own accord.