I had made all the preparations for the evening, at least, according to my training. I had on the traditional robes, which were red and black silk, with a matching dress underneath. I was waiting by the door to greet him. As he entered, I looked at him. He was a tall lean sith pureblood, with many gold piercings. His hair was shoulder length, thick with gel and slicked back. I began to speak. As I did he took the back of his hand and struck me. "Never speak to me unless I give you permission." His voice was stern, deep and determined. I cradled my face with one hand, and he struck me again on the other cheek, "Do not move unless I tell you to!" he spat, anger in his face, and I froze in fear of tempting another strike. This seemed to please him, to my relief. "Good girl." he purred, voice softer/calmer/pleased. "Now, fetch my bags, and hurry. I want to get started." he commented idly, peeling off a pair of gloves methodically.

I went to recover the bags, lifting them up. I found their contents oddly heavy, but didn't think to question it. It seems this Pureblood was not in the mood to be questioned, so I laid them by the bed. As I came to straighten up, he struck me again, harder this time. "Did I tell you to put them down?!" he barked, face livid with anger and hate, more so than I had ever seen on any person. I froze again, feeling helpless to please this person, and not knowing what to do or say next. His anger fell away as he surveyed the fear on my face, and he chuckled, "The slave learns quickly." he praised, but I only felt shame. "Now, kneel." he gestured to the floor, and I hesitated for a moment out of fear, which resulted in a forceful kick to the back of my knee, causing me to fall heavily. "Never hesitate when I give you an order slave!" he snapped, once again returning to anger as quickly as a person might put on a coat. I whimpered, but didn't cry out, and I sat up on my knees. I remained looking at the floor, not able to look at this man. "Take off your robes, slowly." he purred, lust in his voice, and I complied, and took off my robes one layer at a time. I first untied my sash, and let the robe slide off my shoulders. There I knelt, in the black silk strapless nightie. I paused for a moment, which thankfully did not result in another strike. I slowly lifted the bottom of the dress, which gently tugged on my breasts, and. I gracefully tossed it to the side. I could hear him take a deep breath here and there. "Very good, you will do nicely." I knelt there, only in a red lace thong. He knelt next to me for a moment. "You won't have need for these." His hand brushed up against my ass and he ripped the delicate underwear off. me He began to circle me, like Nexu fixing to kill a baby nerf calf. "Time to begin, here," he said ominously, and I felt a cold dread well inside of me. "I have something for you." I blinked, but did not dare to look up.

Suddenly, I felt him place something, much like a circlet, on my head. I flinched, which earned me another kick, this time squarely on my left rib cage. I grunted from the pain, but made sure not to fall as he would have wanted. I felt a strength in complying with his demands. I didn't move or speak. I held still, as he put the strange device on my head. I saw a light flicker from the device, as it sprouted four metal claws, two on either side of my head. I felt their sharp claws pierce my skin, and warm blood thinly trickle down my head. I felt prongs digging into my face and forcing my eyes open. "You won't want to miss any of the fun, slave." His voice sounded so ominous, almost promising. "Until you leave my service, you are to call me The Master, is that understood slave?" He hissed. "Yes ma'lord." He frowned, and slapped me across my face, "I-I mean Master. Yes Master." I hurried to correct myself, and felt relief when he smiled, exposing sharpened canines and brilliant white teeth. "That's better, go lay on the bed." he instructed, and grasped my hair to throw me in that direction. "On your back, on top of the covers. Stretch your arms over your head, and wait for me there." I knew what was going to happen next, or rather I could imagine. It is what he paid my mistress for. All concubines in training have their untouched bodies sold to the highest bidder, and after the bedding ceremony, we would be considered ready to be assigned to Lords or Ladies. I lay there remembering my training, and taking a measure of peace in it. I knew that it would hurt at first, but it would only last a short time, and that afterwards I might grow to like it. He wasn't what I imagined as my first sexual partner, but I felt almost confident. I was prepared for this. I had to remain calm, and please the Master, and I was shocked at how naturally I was thinking so submissively. He came back to the bed, and had one of the black and silver bags I brought in for him. "Do not move unless I make you move." I watched him place the bag next to me, and pull out various items. First, were metal shackles, that he then placed on my wrists, each with a short chain. He then cuffed a bar to my ankles, forcing my legs apart about two and a half feet. I felt him grab the spreader bar and twist it violently, "Roll over." he spoke, and I complied. "Place each arm by your side." As I moved my arms, he strapped a leather belt around my neck, and held it like a leash. He violently pulled my wrists, which forced me to bend my back, pushing my hips slightly up. Then locked my hands together behind my knees. He looked down upon me. "Now that, is a delicious view, oh the things I am going to do with you." I could hear him taking off his clothes. My heart raced, and my breath was short. I fought to close my eyes, but the prongs kept them open. The device he attached to my head was now projecting a holo in front of my eyes. He had a series of cameras mounted around the room, from every angle. I felt so exposed, so helpless, and so scared. "Now you can enjoy the show. Consider yourself lucky slave, I don't do this for everyone." The bed began to rustle, the holo in my eyes showed him on his knees, right behind me. I could hear him groan as he placed a hand on my hip. He slid his other hand to my thigh and scooted closer. "You have my permission to cry and scream as you like, slave." he mocked, as if he'd be able to contain them with a word. My breathing was fast and short, I could feel my body tremble under his touch."Let us begin." He placed himself just outside my entrance, and muttered to himself, "I am going to enjoy this."

He slowly slid into me, stopping at my barrier. I whimpered at the pain already beginning. "So you really are a virgin," he smirked cruelly, as if expecting betrayal at every turn. "Your mistress didn't disappoint. Now begins the real fun." As he said that, he slid back and almost pulled himself out. He placed his left hand under me, where my hip and torso met and grabbed hard. Suddenly and with great force, he pulled the leash and slammed into me. I cried out in pain, it felt like my body was going to rip in two. The burning sensation was more than I could bare. He paused only for a moment, relishing the feeling of my untouched body surrounding his manhood. He let out a primal grunt, and began to keep a violent, forceful pace. I cried out at the pain, I could feel blood running down my legs. He laughed and pulled the leash, choking me as muffled gurgles of screams tried to he would loosen the grip to let me breathe. When he did so, only sobs and gasps left my poor body. He kept this routine going for some time, bringing me to the verge of fainting, and then allowing me to breathe. He suddenly pulled out, I had thought my pain was over. But he violently tried to thrust himself into my backdoor. He growled as he wasn't wet enough to penitrate. I screamed incoherently as he withdrew and applied some lube. I begged him not to do what he had attempted. He laughed at me, "Beg all you want slave, I will do as I please. I paid for you, you are nothing but a play thing. And oh the games we shall play." He then slipped a lubricated finger on and around my entrance. "There now, this will help the both of us." he purred. I felt the bed shift again as he resumed his position behind me. I could still see what was happening through the holo shining in my eyes. I wished with all my being to close my eyes and pretend this wasn't happening. He pressed the head of his cock against me. "I can't wait to hear you scream." He grabbed my hips and plowed into me. "So tight!" he groaned as he pushed himself harder and harder. I let out a whole new level of screams, as the pain from this intrusion was far greater than that of before. I screamed and tried to get away, the pain was too much. But he pulled the leash and pushed himself deeper and harder. I begged him to stop, but after some time I gave in, hoping for it to be over. After the hellish pain and cries subsided, he came to his climax. He withdrew his hard shaft from my abused body, and thrust hard back into me several times. As he deposited his seed deep into my bowels, he yelled out in some unknown language between grunts. I was a mess, red faced and sobbing incoherently. I whimpered, helpless and tied. Once he had recovered, he leaned over me. "Did you like that slave?" I could only sob at this point, which seemed to please him. "Good, I have so much more planned for you. We are just getting started."