Okay, so now I'm pretty much back in the swing of things. I have been
writing bits and pieces of my newest novels (originals) and this one, plus
a surprise sequel to the first story I've ever posted on fanfiction.net. I
really do hope that I get this one out sooner than the last chapter. I do
intend on making this story a bit longer and have more plot to it instead
of sex, although sex is pretty much the main focus here. Anyway, I hope you
enjoy the 5th chapter of Whips and Chains.
Summary: Whips and Chains is simply about Mamoru Chiba, the head slaver of a major slave incorporation. He is handed over a beautiful pleasure slave brought in at the age of 14, Usagi Tsukino. He becomes quite attached to her and begins treating her as if she was an ordinary wealthy woman. And even though Mamoru is the boss of Slavers Inc., there always seems to be a kink in his plans, starting with the incredibly handsome Diamond, another slave who has his sights set on Usagi, and maybe a little more than sights..
Rated: R for language and sexual situations
Whips and Chains
Motoki licked his lips instinctively as he laid Emerald atop his bed. She was badly bruised and she had broken a nail in her fruitless effort to rip every shred of Usagi's skin off of her body. Her clothes were truly the ones that became the shredded victim. Her blouse was destroyed, slashes and tears were spread across the front and her once casual daytime skirt became a heap of tattered material. Everything about her appearance was amazingly arousing.
Snapping out of his reverie, Motoki shuffled over to the guest bathroom, where he found a first aid box provided by the Health Department. Inside, he found a roll of white gaze, metal clips, condoms, and a box of band aids. Considering Emerald's situation, Motoki chose the white gaze, the metal clips, a band aid to cover her nail, and one emergency condom that he discreetly slipped into his front pocket. He quickly walked back into his bedroom, healing equipment in hand, and placed them beside Emerald.
First, he began to strip off her clothes with as much control that he could possibly muster. He found that her body was so warm and curvy, and surprisingly that the front of her tiny white thong was stained with what looked to be her arousal. A smirk threatened to sneak itself onto Motoki's face, but deciding that being considered a pervert and getting slapped in the face wasn't exactly what he was looking for.
Emerald gazed down at him as he tended to her wounds. For a visitor at Slavers Inc., he sure was a cutie. His hands were delicate, yet rough around the edges, and she imagined that in bed, he would be the same. You could tell a lot about a man by the skin on his hands. You could predict how he was in bed, whether he was an angel or an animal, whether he liked it gentle or liked it rough, and by the structure of Motoki's hands, Emerald could conclude that he liked it right smack dab in the middle.
Motoki began to realize, as he bandaged Emerald's wounds up, that the dampness in between her legs had gotten stronger. A lot stronger. The tent formation of his pants had increased in length and the lack of room was cramping up his style. Considering that the aroused girl in front of him was a pleasure slave and most likely more than willing, he decided that he would take her for everything she was worth.
Leaning in towards her, Motoki kissed Emerald's lips softly. She tasted so good and so sweet that the slow pace was too overwhelming. Pressing into her deeper, he lunged on top of her and all but smashed her into the silken sheets of the guest king size bed. He broke from the kiss to look down at her.
Her face was flushed with desire and her body was heated with excitement. Her arms were linked across Motoki's neck and her legs dangled off the side of the bed. Still gasping for breath, Motoki lifted her legs onto the bed and clasped them around his back. He yearned for that tangle of bodies.
Emerald reached up to the buttons of his shirt and undid the first one. Then, she ripped the damn thing off. Hands molding and pressing, she leaned up and kissed him hard on the mouth. 'God, his muscles are rough. They're almost as coarse and pleasurable as his hands. The bronze of his skin is practically blinding my vision. Hell, if I wasn't so wound up in the coils of Diamond, I would most likely fall straight on my ass for this guy.' Emerald thought to herself.
Motoki clawed anxiously at the back of Emerald's bra, searching, searching for the clasp, but was humiliated when she giggled and flicked it open from the front of her body. He growled playfully and buried himself within her two tanned orbs.
Licking his way across the diameter of one breast, he finally reached the nipple, which he took into his mouth almost at once. Waves of desire rolled about inside Emerald's body and she listened and watched as Motoki suckled her roughly. His hand clutched her other breast and squeezed it tightly, molding it into the shape of his hand. His thumb and forefinger pinched her nipple rigidly as he continued to nurse from the other. Oh, how delicious her skin was.
Hearing her pleads and whimpers of want, he began to trail a path of saliva along her body, using his tongue to pleasure every area of her body, the soft peach fuzz along her stomach, the slight dip of her belly button, the outline of her hip bone, and the valley between her thighs and her lower region. Emerald cried out with need.
"Oh." Emerald scorned herself for not having the knowledge or pleasure of knowing his name. "Oh, please, baby, don't tease me!"
She thrust her hips up to him, expecting him to put her out of her tortured misery. Everything about him she wanted.
He dipped his tongue towards her opening and solicited a moan from her. The hardness of his arousal was twitching and writhing in his pants, and the more he pleasured Emerald, the more he wanted to be inside of her. Flicking his tongue over her bottom lips and into her womanhood, his world became foggy and unclear.
Her taste was shockingly toxic. Her aroma was of honey and milk and her dampness caused a slight concussion to his mind. She tasted sweeter than cream and much, much better than candy. With every lick, he wanted more.
And more was exactly what he got. An orgasm formed inside of Emerald and she spurted out her juices. Motoki leaned in closer inside of her and fed off of her sex. He felt like he was suddenly going to drop off a dangerous cliff and die within the heat of passion. Emerald was absolutely everything he was looking for.
Suddenly, his tongue removed itself from her sex. Emerald felt a sense of isolation and she cried out for her lover, but was hushed by his passionate kiss. She soon discovered that while she waited for him during his short pause, he had taken off the last remaining bits of his clothing.
He simply couldn't take anymore of her drug and positioned himself between her legs. Persuading his mind and lower anatomy to tease the woman, he gently probed her opening with his member, and quickly retracted it. A loud and angry moan escaped from Emerald's lips and she desperately tried to pull him closer inside of her, but he just wouldn't budge. Each time he seemed to travel a bit further inside, he would pull himself out again.
Because of his need to fill her with himself, and because of the painful scratches that Emerald clawed along his back, which were now dripping with heated blood, Motoki cleared his head of any thought and plunged deep within her.
Emerald felt like her eyes were bulging out of her head. Motoki was so thrilling and so huge inside of her. She could feel his heartbeat throb as he thrust himself deep inside of her, jerking both of their bodies up and over the sheets. Once again, his mouth returned to her breast and this time, his playful tugs became painfully erotic. She felt as if he was going to just rip them off of her and gobble them up for himself. The desire was so wonderful.
Motoki increased the pace of his thrusts and smashed the bed against the wall. He was trying so hard to fill her, and Emerald screamed when she felt his large and pulsating member reach all the way into her womb.
She never had a lust like this, nor found such a wonderful way to fill it. Diamond was rough sometimes, but never this rough, and the coarseness of Motoki was very much arousing.
To increase his length inside of her, he balanced himself on his toes as his heels rose. He drove into her farther than anyone ever had. Emerald replied by arching up high, her back practically breaking in her libido to feel every inch of his manhood locked inside of her tight channel. He was so lost within her that she could feel the slap of his heavy testicles bounce against the crack of her ass. Everything just seemed so sexually magical.
After an eternity of thrusts and jerks, Motoki cried out as Emerald came around him. Finally, his world collapsed as he released his hot, scorching seed into her body and fell on top of her body, brushing against her stiff nipples and her sweaty skin.
Soon, they clutched sanity together and he rolled over on his side, carrying her with him, and falling asleep within her arms, both of their bodies still joined at the hip.
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Usagi yawned tiredly. Turning over and staring at the red digital numbers on the alarm clock, she discovered that the time was horribly early, 5:45 am. She could only sigh and turn back over, slapping her arm across Mamoru's slumbering body.
Kissing his back softly, she figured that the only way she was ever going to go back to bed was to exhaust herself, and there was only one way she could think of at this moment. Her fingers began to trail on a path along his bronzed hip and thigh, continuing their journey until they reached his limp member. Usagi smirked, and kneaded him slowly, teasing him slyly.
She could barely make out the moan coming from the mouth that was smothered by a feather pillow. Swiftly, Mamoru reached behind him and pushed Usagi's hand off, sending it flying back towards her body. Before she could register what had happened, he was on top of her, glaring down at her with furious lust. His chest was heaving with pants of breath and his erection down below was more than enough evidence to prove just what had gotten him so angry. As Usagi giggled playfully, she imagined that his arousal was probably causing him a lot of pain.
His hands roughly pinned her down, his eyes red with malice and heated loathing. How dare she disturb his needed sleep with her seductive plots to rid his body of his seed? His heart was pounding with discomposing thoughts and questions. Exactly what effect had this slave of his, this woman of his, have on him? Was he in love? Was he in utter, blind lust? What type of cancer did she mark him with? He feared that this was just another of the curses that beautiful women place on willing men. He chuckled lightly at the thought.
Usagi was quite surprised that his expression had changed from hateful to amused. His eyes settled back to their piercing pools of ocean blue, and his mouth had turned from a frown into a smile. He really was adorable when he acted that way.
Mamoru began to nibble gently on her neck, causing slight red marks to appear; a sign of his limitless affection for her. "Why is it that whenever I'm near you, I can't seem to want to take my hands off of you?" She grinned wickedly at him.
"It's because you're too lost within my clutches." They both laughed at her statement.
"And here, all this time, I thought that I was the master of this relationship."
His words were true and husky, sending a breathless chill down her spine. Hearing the word "relationship" brought up terrifying memories of her past fathers. She never could have a normal relationship with them, a bond between a daughter and father. Instead, they took the illegal way and forced her into something that she had wanted nothing to do with. Just thinking about the way they touched her and the disgusting way that they had twisted her love for Mamoru into something fulsome, something wrong. She hated them for it. She hated them all for it.
Out of instinct, she pulled away from Mamoru and stood up from the bed. Reaching for the closest article of clothing around, she spotted a terry cotton robe and wrapped it around her tight. Her heart ached as she turned and spotted the pained look on Mamoru's face. She knew it wasn't fair to do something like this to him, to pull away from him and the love that practically gushed from his heart. She knew that it wasn't fair for her to mix around her feelings of hatred for her fathers with the feelings of love and happiness that she had for Mamoru. She didn't have the right to hurt him the way that she was hurting right now.
"I." Tears were threatening to escape from Usagi's foggy, blue eyes, and she tried desperately to regain her composure. Inside, her walls were crumbling down at her feet. Mamoru could sense her pain and grabbed for his boxers on the floor beside his bed, but Usagi cut him off.
"No, wait. Please, just hear me out." Her fists clenched naturally at any sign of distress and she slowly rocked back and forth. Her mind was far off and she desperately searched for the words that she had been dying to confess.
She cleared her throat and took a seat in a chair, turning it beforehand so that it would face Mamoru. "There are a lot of things on my mind right now, Mamoru. And I'm sure you know that one of my problems is you. I just, I can't seem to fight the emotions that crawl into my soul whenever we make love. You fill me with a sense of completion and wholeness, and often times I wonder what the hell I've gotten into." She allowed herself a short, nervous titter before continuing. "You make me feel wonderful inside, and there's absolutely no denying that I'm head over heels for you. It's just that, lately I've felt an awkward implication of humiliation on my part that tears me apart. Now, you know that my past has been exceptionally rough, especially with the case of my two fathers," She quickly held up a hand to silence the words that were soon to flow from his mouth. "Don't. Please, just give me the chance to explain what's in my heart." Mamoru nodded and gestured her to go on.
"Recently, I have been twisting our love into something awful, something dreadful because of the molestation I was faced with throughout my childhood. I'm not asking for pity, and I don't want yours either, no matter how much you object to it. I just want to lift up this burden that's on my soul. I know that it's wrong to make you feel what I feel. I understand that you care about it, and that's fine, but whenever I think of my fathers, I wonder if you'll ever be that deceiving. It's horrible, I know, and I'm sorry, but I just don't want to feel this way any longer. I love you, Mamoru, and I think it's high time you tell me how you feel about me."
Still tense, Usagi stared up into Mamoru's eyes. And she almost died. They were filled with such love and emotion that she couldn't bear not to pray to stay here forever in this moment. His response was without words, and when he reached for her, she did not hesitate. She simply let out a relieving sigh and allowed him to kiss her full on. And for the rest of the morning until noon came by, they both discovered just what hidden emotions he had for her.
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She shuffled papers restlessly, her watch ticking aimlessly as her walk towards the punch clock seemed distant. All she wanted to do was head upstairs to her penthouse employee suite and soak in a bath of salts and beads, while drinking a full bottle of straight vodka. She was absolutely frazzled.
How could one man have such an impact on her? How could one man twist around her lust for something far more than friendship? How could one man who she had given up on years ago simply reappear and blow all of her troubles around like scattered papers. He was a nuisance and a dangerous one at that.
She sighed tiredly. Ami just didn't know what to do with Motoki. He had claimed her heart in high school, and apparently, he had kept it all these years. It just wasn't fair that a handsome and sexy bachelor who probably wouldn't give a rat's ass for a poor desk clerk was the one that had purloined her attention and thoughts every day. Especially since she was getting paid to work, not sit behind a desk and drool over a guest. God, she felt like a desperate schoolgirl.
It was noon and she was hungry for the leftover chicken curry in her penthouse refrigerator. Even if it was for one. Once the hushed alarm on her watch went off, she stood and packed her things inside her briefcase. Brushing her hair aside, she looked behind her at the small mirror fit for a single head. Her complextion had aged slightly from her days of filing under heavy light and the occasional fill-in for guests when the other slaves were out fucking somebody else. It was a depressing job to Ami, but she was hired to work for pay, and if that's what she had to do for a paycheck, then she'd damn well fuck somebody.
She headed down the long, musky corridor of the first floor and hopped into the elevator, pressing the floor 3 button lightly. She was extremely exhausted and her brain had been working overtime. Not only had Mr. Chiba called down to the front desk for 200 copies of the trade-slave documents, but also he ordered for Ami to call in one plane ticket to Europe for his upcoming business trip to Milan. It was to be a most prosperous event for his position at Slavers Inc. For compensation, Mamoru was kind enough to promise Ami a raise if he was hired for an International chain of slaving corporations.
The slaving business was very complex, however loose it may look. It took months to find a suitable building to house over 200 worldy guests, 300 female (and the occasional male) slaves, plus the staff and executives. Then, the owner would have to go out and either order slaves from other corporations or find them off the streets where the old age hookers once roamed. In this new dawn of age, slaves were the head honcho of the sex food chain.
It was important to gain the respect and confidence of your slaving peers, for they were the ones who finally decided whether or not your corporation went worldwide. It was the executives of the head slaving office in Paris that determined whether or not the people could see fit to your business running all over cities from Brazil to Japan. It was this very trip that was to determine the very future of Slavers Inc. and the very future of its employees. The tension was mutual to everyone.
The hushed "bing" of the elevator doors drilled into Ami's head as she stepped out into the silent hallway. The floors were carpeted a homey scarlet and there were several housing doors on each side. This floor is strictly for important guests and first floor employees only. Staring out and about at each oak door, Ami began to wonder what its inhabitants were doing. She could only imagine how she wish she was doing the same. Having sex and forgetting all worries. Even a couple down the hall from her room could be heard getting it on. Seeing the door cracked open, Ami thought to herself, 'In the heat of passion, those dumbfucks must have forgotten to close the door.' Being quite curious, Ami peered inside, anxious to see who was having the time of their life.
A gasp took over her breath. In the crack of the door, she could visibly see that slave of Diamond's, Emerald, straddling a naked Motoki! Ami covered her mouth, but she was too late. Motoki sharply turned his head and stared out at the shocked, and surprisingly hurt woman in the doorway. He yelled out for her, but she was long gone and inside her room before she could register that he was even speaking to her.
She leaned her head back against the wood of the door and closed her eyes. Tears were threatening to spill over her crimson painted cheeks and she dreaded having to go back down to the front desk after lunch. Oh God, she couldn't even breathe. It hurt every time she inhaled, and it hurt even worse to exhale. Why did this pain have to come upon her, especially in a time of massive headaches and loads of paperwork? Why did her heart have to crack like that? No, why did it have to break in two? How could it betray her like that, when she had the reputation at Slavers Inc. as the most dedicated worker there with a serious lack of relationship skills? Why did she have to be in love with Motoki?
She slid down to the floor and huddled herself together, weeping away all of the sadness that had built up ever since she laid eyes on Motoki earlier that day. 'This is purely and utter hell.'
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He paced. Over, and over, and over again. Where was she when he needed her? He raked through his hair roughly, scratching up the top skin section of his head. His fully erect member was aching and there was nothing he could do, not even masturbation could reduce the sexual frustration that Diamond was experiencing.
It was that damn Usagi. Everywhere he went, he saw her hanging all over Mamoru. That damn bastard. All he ever did in his life was inherit daddy's whorehouse and fuck a bunch of willing teenagers. Life just seemed so simple to Mr. High-Ass Chiba.
And the honor that he had, the pleasure that he took for granted. He was in possession of the most beautiful blonde-headed girl in the joint, and yet Diamond did not think of him worthy enough for her. Indeed, instead of serving him, Mamoru should be serving Usagi, and oh! How much better it would be if Diamond could serve her. There's nothing he wouldn't do for that girl, that beauty, that sex goddess.
He shook his head, shaking off the loose strands of his silver mane. It was his shedding season, it seemed, yet the thought of Usagi could not be distracted by mere personal hygiene. He wanted to have her, oh how badly he wanted her, but he needed to thicken the plan to have her.
'There's got to be a way to take her body. Forever, I must have her.' Diamond thought to himself deviously before shutting the door to his office and heading towards his chambers. His mind was on edge, and he knew that the best place to think was in bed. And in bed was exactly where he would have his Usagi.
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Ami sighed that deep, dreary sigh as she rolled out of bed two mornings later. Things had been going smoothly during the day. She would document the classified papers under classifieds, and she would record notes during Mamoru's daily board meetings. She would eat a little lunch, buy herself an apple tart from the bakery across the street, and wash it down with a nice, tall glass of milk. She'd finish the work she started that morning until 5pm, where she would gather up the loose stacks of paperwork and shuffle them into her tiny file cabinet. She'd then take the elevator up to level 3, and make her way down her routine path to room # 356. Occasionally, she'd pause in front of Motoki's door and discreetly listen for any distinct noises across the wooden door, but then she'd be right on her way. She'd open her apartment door, step inside, close the door, and die.
It was torture, utter torture, to be stuck inside a rather large building with a man that you once had interest in. It was a chaotic world that one lived in when the boy you chased after in high school somehow snuck his way back into her life, and started to fuck another woman. It was embarrassing, mortifying, humiliating. And all the while, it broke her heart to pieces.
As she reached for the phone, anxiously to call in room service from down into the kitchens, she thought of a better idea. Revenge was much sweeter than heartbreak. Perhaps she could find someone new to take her in, maybe give her a nice fuck or two. The stress she was burdened with daily was building up to a high load, and ever since Diamond found that new slave, Emerald, she hadn't had one ounce of sex.
Wait, Diamond. That's right. If his slave's off screwing someone else, then where did he stand? Was he available to sleep with other women? Slave owners were given the rights to have anyone they wanted, but why was it that Diamond, one of the most handsome and sexified slave owner, was currently without a slave?
A cloud of emotions, deceit and betrayal, need and want, swirled inside her mind. She would just have to go find Diamond and convince her that she was fuckable enough for tonight. After all, sex was something she constantly craved, but denied. Why not nurse a puppy when he's down and without someone to play with?
She made her way down the hall and back into the elevator. This time, she didn't even hesitate at Motoki's door. She pressed the button for the highest level and marched down to room #3, a slight bounce in her eager steps. Knocking politely, she inhaled deeply, and exhaled sharply as the door swung open. Diamond was wearing nothing but a pair of silk black boxers and a hair band.
God, was he amazing!
He stared deep at the woman in his doorway. She was dressed in a fine linen, baby blue dress, designed by the best, made for the best. Her legs were bare and visibly shown, and she carried a bottle of champagne in her left hand. Her blue hair was combed back, and her eyes, her bright, blue eyes, seemed deeper than madness. From the get-go, he could tell that he was going to get some satisfaction.
He uttered a few single words, and the game began.
"Come in, Ms. Mizuno." He stood aside and waited for her to get aquainted with his off-white leather couch, and shut the door soon after. He made the usual path to the bathroom, quickly grabbing a condom, and slipping it inside his boxer pocket before returning to his "guest."
He cleared his husky throat. "What can I do for you, Ms. Mizuno? I understand that it's in the late hours of the evening, and by the shadows of your eyes, I'm surprised you aren't getting your rest." Ami smiled wickedly and stood, making a seductive route towards him.
She slipped her hands inside his boxers, clasping onto his slightly erect member. "My, my, Mr. Diamond. I'm surprised you'd want to see me off so quickly, especially since Emerald's gone." He wondered silently how she knew, but all reason went out the window when she squeezed him harder. His eyes turned opaque and with instinct, he grabbed her and pressed her hard against him.
"Well, baby, are you offering to stay a bit longer? I could find a few more meaningful things to do besides sleep."
She grinned back at him. Seduction was a whole new game to her, but it was something she was beginning to like. She ran her body up and down against him, her heart pounding with every move she made. His body was slick, obviously still wet from an earlier shower. His skin tasted sweet under her lips and she dove into his chest to sample the goodness of his hard work.
He ran his fingers through her hair, the neatness of it converting into something less acceptable in public. Her lips were everywhere, trailing down his chest, his stomach, his waist. Her hands still roamed against his now fully erect member, and her touch soothed and burned his every need. The urges of hot, dirty sex flashed in his mind, and he suddenly picked her up, carrying her off to his private chamber of pleasures.
Diverting herself away from Diamond's body, Ami spied a pair of shackles nailed to the wall, a large, metal ring with clamps that looked almost as erotic as imagined, and an ocean of a bed, displaying several sex objects spread across the sheets as if nothing was private here. The anticipation was rough.
Instead of laying her down like any other gentleman would do before making love to a woman, he carried her over to the metal ring, raising up her limbs and clamping the metal handles over them. The coldness of the steel did wonders to her heated flesh. Finding no time to waste, Diamond began to tear off her clothes, desperate to feel the adrenaline of kinky sex in all sorts of exotic positions. He ripped off the seams of her dress, sending it flying across the room, offending the designer in every way possible. He noticed that she wore a matching baby blue demi-cut bra and a lacy thong that wove beautiful strands of blue across her boney hips. He decided to discard those beautiful articles as well.
He pushed himself against Ami, his aroused member jerking and crushing her womanhood. The kisses he sent forth to her lips sent waves of pulsating desire, and her juices soaked the lower front of her panties. She moaned for him to take her.
The smirk he shot her was terrifying. He was not going to let her off that easy, not without her dying inside. His need would have to wait. He would plunge into her after he got his fill of her taste.
Her two glowing breasts were not as big as Emerald's, but they satisfied his momentary hunger. Her nipples stiffened like hardened pebbles, and she gritted her teeth as Diamond suckled, nursed, and bit right through. A drop of blood slithered down Ami's breast, traveling downward towards her legs. The pain and pleasure of it all made Ami fear the lover before her. He was a stark, raving sex fiend.
He guided his mouth over to her other breast where he sucked her like a starving child would. Her nipple was bruising from his coarse, gluttonous appetite. She relished in everything that he did as an orgasm ripped through her body. Feeling her tense up, Diamond plunged three of his fingers into her womanhood, thrusting them inside of her deeply, reaching her clitoris and pinching it severely. Ami thought she was just going to die.
Feeling her climb towards her peak again, Diamond reached back behind him at the bed, and replaced his three fingers with a very large dildo. The rounded tip entered her mound with a teasing hesitation and a slow entrance, but once fully inside, the pace quickened like a pounding heartbeat.
Ami beat her head back against the wall, wishing for some sort of support to hold her tight instead of being pinned up to the wall with four metal clamps around her wrists and her ankles. She yearned, ached for some sort of release, and the pressure building inside of her brought on by the dildo was coursing through her veins, mixed with heated blood. Diamond kept pumping the toy into Ami's womanhood, the smirk on his face growing with each pounding thrust. The power was his enjoyment.
Sensing her tension build once more, Diamond pulled out the dildo. Hearing Ami's pleads of desire and whimpers of anger, he smacked her hard on the lips with his mouth, his loins throbbing. He needed his climax, his orgasm quickly before he exploded and died. Grabbing the long, metal bar connected to the metal ring, her turned it so that Ami was now positioned with her head facing the ground. The excitement was speeding towards lusty imaginations.
Pulling his boxers off and slipping them down around his ankles, he brought his long, hard manhood in contact to Ami's eyes. The vision of him was certainly a wonder. He must have been at least 8 ½ inches in length and 2 inches thick. The junction where his groin met his body was surrounded by two heavy testicles, each filled with Diamond's worthy seed. A small patch of hair fluffed itself around the edges of his member, and the tip of the rod was already wet with a sheen layer of his all natural pre-lube. He was hard and ready to be orally fucked.
He gripped a handful of her shaggy blue hair. "Open wide, baby." The force of his grip caused Ami to cry out and do as he ordered. She put her lips together to make a large "O" and waited for his manhood to slip inside easily.
Of course, she should have known that Diamond would not make things easier. He shoved himself into her mouth, almost choking her to death with his length. Composing herself quickly and diligently, she began to suckle up and down, licking her way across his root and underside of his member. She nursed from the tip of the head, gulping down the short samples of the warm seed that flowed ceasingly, his arousal turning rock hard inside of her mouth. He tasted delicious, and Ami began to pump him faster into her mouth, needing that sweet taste in her mouth once more. The tightening of his crotch became like a nerve and twisted his head side to side in utter pleasure. He thrust himself deeper within Ami's mouth, and groaned out when he felt the head of his member rubbed against the back of her throat.
Choking on both him and his sweet taste, she continued to pump him deep within her, careful not to get him too worked up. She didn't think she could handle it if he plunged any deeper into her mouth. She was already hard of breathing, and the blood flowed painfully to her brain. Her gasps and moans vibrated against Diamond. The shiver of her lips, the tremble of her body transferred dark waves into Diamond's body. Giving in to his greedy need, he pushed himself even farther into Ami's mouth and shot his first load inside of her.
The heat intensified as he continued to explode in her mouth. She drank from him deeply, wanting to savor every lingering drop of his seed.
Finally pulling himself out of her mouth, Diamond collapsed onto the floor, panting for breath. Only the pleads full of desire from the wench in front of him brought him back to life. He studied her body, sweaty from action, her face crimson from the flow of blood to her head, her womanhood dripping the juices from within her sex. He might as well give the wench what she deserved. They all deserved it. All of the greedy bitches out there, pleading for a good fuck. He was here, willing, and she was dying with arousal. Cranking the metal wheel around once again, he left Ami to resume her first position. He dug inside his boxer's pocket for the condom he retrieved earlier. Slipping it onto himself in front of her eyes, he approached her and probed her open with his tip. She screamed for him to enter her.
He continued to tease her, deepening his entrance, than exiting before she could be satisfied. Tears flowed from her eyes, and Ami begged for some release. He grinned, kissed her passionately, and jerked hard inside her. Her body pulled back, forced by the power of his thrust. He plunged deep inside of her over and over, filling her with a hunger that turned insatiable. His seed began to spurt out of his rod, and Ami's juices flowed over their joining.
The sexual tension between them decreased as Diamond pounded far inside her, as far as he could go. Ami was for certain that the tip of his member was caressing the opening to her womb. It was all so magical, and she couldn't have wished for more when she came to him tonight. It was his specialty to use certain objects and techniques to make a girl crazy, and she had been so long without his ever-lasting touch. The sex they were currently enjoying brought happiness to her spirit, her soul flying up to the sky. She was sure that she would die of high elevations once Diamond finished.
His thrusts became harder and harder, and his grip on her became more and more painful. He clasped his palms around her small, yet satisfying breasts and twisted the nipples between his fingers. He pushed everything she had against her body and he pressed deeper and deeper inside of her. Without warning, he bit down on her neck, and watched Ami's eyes glaze over.
It was a great compliment to his ego, to see a woman fall so completely in lust with him that even she was lost in her own actions. It was a kind blow to the pride that welled up inside his mind.
Tensing up, he screamed in the cleavage of her breasts and exploded inside of her. His several loads of seed poured out of his manhood with every rough thrust he gave her. Simply feeling his juices inside of her, Ami cried out in ecstasy and allowed the wave of orgasm to ripple through her. Reaching up to unclamp her limbs, Diamond brought her closer to him and sat them both up against the bottom of the wall. He continued to thrust into her, shooting more of his seed inside of her womanhood. The tightening of her walls was enough for him, and he finally shot his final load into her and collapsed onto the burgundy carpet, pulling her closer to him, both panting with pain and satisfaction.
Ami grinned to herself. This was absolutely the best revenge plan on Motoki that she could have ever imagined. The best revenge.
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Well, I hope you really do enjoy the idea of having at least two graphic sex scenes in a chapter, because they might begin to gradually increase, as well as the size of the chapter. I know it's been a bit long since I last posted a chapter, but I hope this next one shouldn't take too long. I'll try to start working on it tomorrow. I need a little time off to breathe ^- ^. Well, have fun and thank you to all of those happy viewers out there who have sent me kind reviews. Thanks a bunches!!! JLY! Bunny Moonstar
Summary: Whips and Chains is simply about Mamoru Chiba, the head slaver of a major slave incorporation. He is handed over a beautiful pleasure slave brought in at the age of 14, Usagi Tsukino. He becomes quite attached to her and begins treating her as if she was an ordinary wealthy woman. And even though Mamoru is the boss of Slavers Inc., there always seems to be a kink in his plans, starting with the incredibly handsome Diamond, another slave who has his sights set on Usagi, and maybe a little more than sights..
Rated: R for language and sexual situations
Whips and Chains
Motoki licked his lips instinctively as he laid Emerald atop his bed. She was badly bruised and she had broken a nail in her fruitless effort to rip every shred of Usagi's skin off of her body. Her clothes were truly the ones that became the shredded victim. Her blouse was destroyed, slashes and tears were spread across the front and her once casual daytime skirt became a heap of tattered material. Everything about her appearance was amazingly arousing.
Snapping out of his reverie, Motoki shuffled over to the guest bathroom, where he found a first aid box provided by the Health Department. Inside, he found a roll of white gaze, metal clips, condoms, and a box of band aids. Considering Emerald's situation, Motoki chose the white gaze, the metal clips, a band aid to cover her nail, and one emergency condom that he discreetly slipped into his front pocket. He quickly walked back into his bedroom, healing equipment in hand, and placed them beside Emerald.
First, he began to strip off her clothes with as much control that he could possibly muster. He found that her body was so warm and curvy, and surprisingly that the front of her tiny white thong was stained with what looked to be her arousal. A smirk threatened to sneak itself onto Motoki's face, but deciding that being considered a pervert and getting slapped in the face wasn't exactly what he was looking for.
Emerald gazed down at him as he tended to her wounds. For a visitor at Slavers Inc., he sure was a cutie. His hands were delicate, yet rough around the edges, and she imagined that in bed, he would be the same. You could tell a lot about a man by the skin on his hands. You could predict how he was in bed, whether he was an angel or an animal, whether he liked it gentle or liked it rough, and by the structure of Motoki's hands, Emerald could conclude that he liked it right smack dab in the middle.
Motoki began to realize, as he bandaged Emerald's wounds up, that the dampness in between her legs had gotten stronger. A lot stronger. The tent formation of his pants had increased in length and the lack of room was cramping up his style. Considering that the aroused girl in front of him was a pleasure slave and most likely more than willing, he decided that he would take her for everything she was worth.
Leaning in towards her, Motoki kissed Emerald's lips softly. She tasted so good and so sweet that the slow pace was too overwhelming. Pressing into her deeper, he lunged on top of her and all but smashed her into the silken sheets of the guest king size bed. He broke from the kiss to look down at her.
Her face was flushed with desire and her body was heated with excitement. Her arms were linked across Motoki's neck and her legs dangled off the side of the bed. Still gasping for breath, Motoki lifted her legs onto the bed and clasped them around his back. He yearned for that tangle of bodies.
Emerald reached up to the buttons of his shirt and undid the first one. Then, she ripped the damn thing off. Hands molding and pressing, she leaned up and kissed him hard on the mouth. 'God, his muscles are rough. They're almost as coarse and pleasurable as his hands. The bronze of his skin is practically blinding my vision. Hell, if I wasn't so wound up in the coils of Diamond, I would most likely fall straight on my ass for this guy.' Emerald thought to herself.
Motoki clawed anxiously at the back of Emerald's bra, searching, searching for the clasp, but was humiliated when she giggled and flicked it open from the front of her body. He growled playfully and buried himself within her two tanned orbs.
Licking his way across the diameter of one breast, he finally reached the nipple, which he took into his mouth almost at once. Waves of desire rolled about inside Emerald's body and she listened and watched as Motoki suckled her roughly. His hand clutched her other breast and squeezed it tightly, molding it into the shape of his hand. His thumb and forefinger pinched her nipple rigidly as he continued to nurse from the other. Oh, how delicious her skin was.
Hearing her pleads and whimpers of want, he began to trail a path of saliva along her body, using his tongue to pleasure every area of her body, the soft peach fuzz along her stomach, the slight dip of her belly button, the outline of her hip bone, and the valley between her thighs and her lower region. Emerald cried out with need.
"Oh." Emerald scorned herself for not having the knowledge or pleasure of knowing his name. "Oh, please, baby, don't tease me!"
She thrust her hips up to him, expecting him to put her out of her tortured misery. Everything about him she wanted.
He dipped his tongue towards her opening and solicited a moan from her. The hardness of his arousal was twitching and writhing in his pants, and the more he pleasured Emerald, the more he wanted to be inside of her. Flicking his tongue over her bottom lips and into her womanhood, his world became foggy and unclear.
Her taste was shockingly toxic. Her aroma was of honey and milk and her dampness caused a slight concussion to his mind. She tasted sweeter than cream and much, much better than candy. With every lick, he wanted more.
And more was exactly what he got. An orgasm formed inside of Emerald and she spurted out her juices. Motoki leaned in closer inside of her and fed off of her sex. He felt like he was suddenly going to drop off a dangerous cliff and die within the heat of passion. Emerald was absolutely everything he was looking for.
Suddenly, his tongue removed itself from her sex. Emerald felt a sense of isolation and she cried out for her lover, but was hushed by his passionate kiss. She soon discovered that while she waited for him during his short pause, he had taken off the last remaining bits of his clothing.
He simply couldn't take anymore of her drug and positioned himself between her legs. Persuading his mind and lower anatomy to tease the woman, he gently probed her opening with his member, and quickly retracted it. A loud and angry moan escaped from Emerald's lips and she desperately tried to pull him closer inside of her, but he just wouldn't budge. Each time he seemed to travel a bit further inside, he would pull himself out again.
Because of his need to fill her with himself, and because of the painful scratches that Emerald clawed along his back, which were now dripping with heated blood, Motoki cleared his head of any thought and plunged deep within her.
Emerald felt like her eyes were bulging out of her head. Motoki was so thrilling and so huge inside of her. She could feel his heartbeat throb as he thrust himself deep inside of her, jerking both of their bodies up and over the sheets. Once again, his mouth returned to her breast and this time, his playful tugs became painfully erotic. She felt as if he was going to just rip them off of her and gobble them up for himself. The desire was so wonderful.
Motoki increased the pace of his thrusts and smashed the bed against the wall. He was trying so hard to fill her, and Emerald screamed when she felt his large and pulsating member reach all the way into her womb.
She never had a lust like this, nor found such a wonderful way to fill it. Diamond was rough sometimes, but never this rough, and the coarseness of Motoki was very much arousing.
To increase his length inside of her, he balanced himself on his toes as his heels rose. He drove into her farther than anyone ever had. Emerald replied by arching up high, her back practically breaking in her libido to feel every inch of his manhood locked inside of her tight channel. He was so lost within her that she could feel the slap of his heavy testicles bounce against the crack of her ass. Everything just seemed so sexually magical.
After an eternity of thrusts and jerks, Motoki cried out as Emerald came around him. Finally, his world collapsed as he released his hot, scorching seed into her body and fell on top of her body, brushing against her stiff nipples and her sweaty skin.
Soon, they clutched sanity together and he rolled over on his side, carrying her with him, and falling asleep within her arms, both of their bodies still joined at the hip.
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Usagi yawned tiredly. Turning over and staring at the red digital numbers on the alarm clock, she discovered that the time was horribly early, 5:45 am. She could only sigh and turn back over, slapping her arm across Mamoru's slumbering body.
Kissing his back softly, she figured that the only way she was ever going to go back to bed was to exhaust herself, and there was only one way she could think of at this moment. Her fingers began to trail on a path along his bronzed hip and thigh, continuing their journey until they reached his limp member. Usagi smirked, and kneaded him slowly, teasing him slyly.
She could barely make out the moan coming from the mouth that was smothered by a feather pillow. Swiftly, Mamoru reached behind him and pushed Usagi's hand off, sending it flying back towards her body. Before she could register what had happened, he was on top of her, glaring down at her with furious lust. His chest was heaving with pants of breath and his erection down below was more than enough evidence to prove just what had gotten him so angry. As Usagi giggled playfully, she imagined that his arousal was probably causing him a lot of pain.
His hands roughly pinned her down, his eyes red with malice and heated loathing. How dare she disturb his needed sleep with her seductive plots to rid his body of his seed? His heart was pounding with discomposing thoughts and questions. Exactly what effect had this slave of his, this woman of his, have on him? Was he in love? Was he in utter, blind lust? What type of cancer did she mark him with? He feared that this was just another of the curses that beautiful women place on willing men. He chuckled lightly at the thought.
Usagi was quite surprised that his expression had changed from hateful to amused. His eyes settled back to their piercing pools of ocean blue, and his mouth had turned from a frown into a smile. He really was adorable when he acted that way.
Mamoru began to nibble gently on her neck, causing slight red marks to appear; a sign of his limitless affection for her. "Why is it that whenever I'm near you, I can't seem to want to take my hands off of you?" She grinned wickedly at him.
"It's because you're too lost within my clutches." They both laughed at her statement.
"And here, all this time, I thought that I was the master of this relationship."
His words were true and husky, sending a breathless chill down her spine. Hearing the word "relationship" brought up terrifying memories of her past fathers. She never could have a normal relationship with them, a bond between a daughter and father. Instead, they took the illegal way and forced her into something that she had wanted nothing to do with. Just thinking about the way they touched her and the disgusting way that they had twisted her love for Mamoru into something fulsome, something wrong. She hated them for it. She hated them all for it.
Out of instinct, she pulled away from Mamoru and stood up from the bed. Reaching for the closest article of clothing around, she spotted a terry cotton robe and wrapped it around her tight. Her heart ached as she turned and spotted the pained look on Mamoru's face. She knew it wasn't fair to do something like this to him, to pull away from him and the love that practically gushed from his heart. She knew that it wasn't fair for her to mix around her feelings of hatred for her fathers with the feelings of love and happiness that she had for Mamoru. She didn't have the right to hurt him the way that she was hurting right now.
"I." Tears were threatening to escape from Usagi's foggy, blue eyes, and she tried desperately to regain her composure. Inside, her walls were crumbling down at her feet. Mamoru could sense her pain and grabbed for his boxers on the floor beside his bed, but Usagi cut him off.
"No, wait. Please, just hear me out." Her fists clenched naturally at any sign of distress and she slowly rocked back and forth. Her mind was far off and she desperately searched for the words that she had been dying to confess.
She cleared her throat and took a seat in a chair, turning it beforehand so that it would face Mamoru. "There are a lot of things on my mind right now, Mamoru. And I'm sure you know that one of my problems is you. I just, I can't seem to fight the emotions that crawl into my soul whenever we make love. You fill me with a sense of completion and wholeness, and often times I wonder what the hell I've gotten into." She allowed herself a short, nervous titter before continuing. "You make me feel wonderful inside, and there's absolutely no denying that I'm head over heels for you. It's just that, lately I've felt an awkward implication of humiliation on my part that tears me apart. Now, you know that my past has been exceptionally rough, especially with the case of my two fathers," She quickly held up a hand to silence the words that were soon to flow from his mouth. "Don't. Please, just give me the chance to explain what's in my heart." Mamoru nodded and gestured her to go on.
"Recently, I have been twisting our love into something awful, something dreadful because of the molestation I was faced with throughout my childhood. I'm not asking for pity, and I don't want yours either, no matter how much you object to it. I just want to lift up this burden that's on my soul. I know that it's wrong to make you feel what I feel. I understand that you care about it, and that's fine, but whenever I think of my fathers, I wonder if you'll ever be that deceiving. It's horrible, I know, and I'm sorry, but I just don't want to feel this way any longer. I love you, Mamoru, and I think it's high time you tell me how you feel about me."
Still tense, Usagi stared up into Mamoru's eyes. And she almost died. They were filled with such love and emotion that she couldn't bear not to pray to stay here forever in this moment. His response was without words, and when he reached for her, she did not hesitate. She simply let out a relieving sigh and allowed him to kiss her full on. And for the rest of the morning until noon came by, they both discovered just what hidden emotions he had for her.
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She shuffled papers restlessly, her watch ticking aimlessly as her walk towards the punch clock seemed distant. All she wanted to do was head upstairs to her penthouse employee suite and soak in a bath of salts and beads, while drinking a full bottle of straight vodka. She was absolutely frazzled.
How could one man have such an impact on her? How could one man twist around her lust for something far more than friendship? How could one man who she had given up on years ago simply reappear and blow all of her troubles around like scattered papers. He was a nuisance and a dangerous one at that.
She sighed tiredly. Ami just didn't know what to do with Motoki. He had claimed her heart in high school, and apparently, he had kept it all these years. It just wasn't fair that a handsome and sexy bachelor who probably wouldn't give a rat's ass for a poor desk clerk was the one that had purloined her attention and thoughts every day. Especially since she was getting paid to work, not sit behind a desk and drool over a guest. God, she felt like a desperate schoolgirl.
It was noon and she was hungry for the leftover chicken curry in her penthouse refrigerator. Even if it was for one. Once the hushed alarm on her watch went off, she stood and packed her things inside her briefcase. Brushing her hair aside, she looked behind her at the small mirror fit for a single head. Her complextion had aged slightly from her days of filing under heavy light and the occasional fill-in for guests when the other slaves were out fucking somebody else. It was a depressing job to Ami, but she was hired to work for pay, and if that's what she had to do for a paycheck, then she'd damn well fuck somebody.
She headed down the long, musky corridor of the first floor and hopped into the elevator, pressing the floor 3 button lightly. She was extremely exhausted and her brain had been working overtime. Not only had Mr. Chiba called down to the front desk for 200 copies of the trade-slave documents, but also he ordered for Ami to call in one plane ticket to Europe for his upcoming business trip to Milan. It was to be a most prosperous event for his position at Slavers Inc. For compensation, Mamoru was kind enough to promise Ami a raise if he was hired for an International chain of slaving corporations.
The slaving business was very complex, however loose it may look. It took months to find a suitable building to house over 200 worldy guests, 300 female (and the occasional male) slaves, plus the staff and executives. Then, the owner would have to go out and either order slaves from other corporations or find them off the streets where the old age hookers once roamed. In this new dawn of age, slaves were the head honcho of the sex food chain.
It was important to gain the respect and confidence of your slaving peers, for they were the ones who finally decided whether or not your corporation went worldwide. It was the executives of the head slaving office in Paris that determined whether or not the people could see fit to your business running all over cities from Brazil to Japan. It was this very trip that was to determine the very future of Slavers Inc. and the very future of its employees. The tension was mutual to everyone.
The hushed "bing" of the elevator doors drilled into Ami's head as she stepped out into the silent hallway. The floors were carpeted a homey scarlet and there were several housing doors on each side. This floor is strictly for important guests and first floor employees only. Staring out and about at each oak door, Ami began to wonder what its inhabitants were doing. She could only imagine how she wish she was doing the same. Having sex and forgetting all worries. Even a couple down the hall from her room could be heard getting it on. Seeing the door cracked open, Ami thought to herself, 'In the heat of passion, those dumbfucks must have forgotten to close the door.' Being quite curious, Ami peered inside, anxious to see who was having the time of their life.
A gasp took over her breath. In the crack of the door, she could visibly see that slave of Diamond's, Emerald, straddling a naked Motoki! Ami covered her mouth, but she was too late. Motoki sharply turned his head and stared out at the shocked, and surprisingly hurt woman in the doorway. He yelled out for her, but she was long gone and inside her room before she could register that he was even speaking to her.
She leaned her head back against the wood of the door and closed her eyes. Tears were threatening to spill over her crimson painted cheeks and she dreaded having to go back down to the front desk after lunch. Oh God, she couldn't even breathe. It hurt every time she inhaled, and it hurt even worse to exhale. Why did this pain have to come upon her, especially in a time of massive headaches and loads of paperwork? Why did her heart have to crack like that? No, why did it have to break in two? How could it betray her like that, when she had the reputation at Slavers Inc. as the most dedicated worker there with a serious lack of relationship skills? Why did she have to be in love with Motoki?
She slid down to the floor and huddled herself together, weeping away all of the sadness that had built up ever since she laid eyes on Motoki earlier that day. 'This is purely and utter hell.'
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He paced. Over, and over, and over again. Where was she when he needed her? He raked through his hair roughly, scratching up the top skin section of his head. His fully erect member was aching and there was nothing he could do, not even masturbation could reduce the sexual frustration that Diamond was experiencing.
It was that damn Usagi. Everywhere he went, he saw her hanging all over Mamoru. That damn bastard. All he ever did in his life was inherit daddy's whorehouse and fuck a bunch of willing teenagers. Life just seemed so simple to Mr. High-Ass Chiba.
And the honor that he had, the pleasure that he took for granted. He was in possession of the most beautiful blonde-headed girl in the joint, and yet Diamond did not think of him worthy enough for her. Indeed, instead of serving him, Mamoru should be serving Usagi, and oh! How much better it would be if Diamond could serve her. There's nothing he wouldn't do for that girl, that beauty, that sex goddess.
He shook his head, shaking off the loose strands of his silver mane. It was his shedding season, it seemed, yet the thought of Usagi could not be distracted by mere personal hygiene. He wanted to have her, oh how badly he wanted her, but he needed to thicken the plan to have her.
'There's got to be a way to take her body. Forever, I must have her.' Diamond thought to himself deviously before shutting the door to his office and heading towards his chambers. His mind was on edge, and he knew that the best place to think was in bed. And in bed was exactly where he would have his Usagi.
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Ami sighed that deep, dreary sigh as she rolled out of bed two mornings later. Things had been going smoothly during the day. She would document the classified papers under classifieds, and she would record notes during Mamoru's daily board meetings. She would eat a little lunch, buy herself an apple tart from the bakery across the street, and wash it down with a nice, tall glass of milk. She'd finish the work she started that morning until 5pm, where she would gather up the loose stacks of paperwork and shuffle them into her tiny file cabinet. She'd then take the elevator up to level 3, and make her way down her routine path to room # 356. Occasionally, she'd pause in front of Motoki's door and discreetly listen for any distinct noises across the wooden door, but then she'd be right on her way. She'd open her apartment door, step inside, close the door, and die.
It was torture, utter torture, to be stuck inside a rather large building with a man that you once had interest in. It was a chaotic world that one lived in when the boy you chased after in high school somehow snuck his way back into her life, and started to fuck another woman. It was embarrassing, mortifying, humiliating. And all the while, it broke her heart to pieces.
As she reached for the phone, anxiously to call in room service from down into the kitchens, she thought of a better idea. Revenge was much sweeter than heartbreak. Perhaps she could find someone new to take her in, maybe give her a nice fuck or two. The stress she was burdened with daily was building up to a high load, and ever since Diamond found that new slave, Emerald, she hadn't had one ounce of sex.
Wait, Diamond. That's right. If his slave's off screwing someone else, then where did he stand? Was he available to sleep with other women? Slave owners were given the rights to have anyone they wanted, but why was it that Diamond, one of the most handsome and sexified slave owner, was currently without a slave?
A cloud of emotions, deceit and betrayal, need and want, swirled inside her mind. She would just have to go find Diamond and convince her that she was fuckable enough for tonight. After all, sex was something she constantly craved, but denied. Why not nurse a puppy when he's down and without someone to play with?
She made her way down the hall and back into the elevator. This time, she didn't even hesitate at Motoki's door. She pressed the button for the highest level and marched down to room #3, a slight bounce in her eager steps. Knocking politely, she inhaled deeply, and exhaled sharply as the door swung open. Diamond was wearing nothing but a pair of silk black boxers and a hair band.
God, was he amazing!
He stared deep at the woman in his doorway. She was dressed in a fine linen, baby blue dress, designed by the best, made for the best. Her legs were bare and visibly shown, and she carried a bottle of champagne in her left hand. Her blue hair was combed back, and her eyes, her bright, blue eyes, seemed deeper than madness. From the get-go, he could tell that he was going to get some satisfaction.
He uttered a few single words, and the game began.
"Come in, Ms. Mizuno." He stood aside and waited for her to get aquainted with his off-white leather couch, and shut the door soon after. He made the usual path to the bathroom, quickly grabbing a condom, and slipping it inside his boxer pocket before returning to his "guest."
He cleared his husky throat. "What can I do for you, Ms. Mizuno? I understand that it's in the late hours of the evening, and by the shadows of your eyes, I'm surprised you aren't getting your rest." Ami smiled wickedly and stood, making a seductive route towards him.
She slipped her hands inside his boxers, clasping onto his slightly erect member. "My, my, Mr. Diamond. I'm surprised you'd want to see me off so quickly, especially since Emerald's gone." He wondered silently how she knew, but all reason went out the window when she squeezed him harder. His eyes turned opaque and with instinct, he grabbed her and pressed her hard against him.
"Well, baby, are you offering to stay a bit longer? I could find a few more meaningful things to do besides sleep."
She grinned back at him. Seduction was a whole new game to her, but it was something she was beginning to like. She ran her body up and down against him, her heart pounding with every move she made. His body was slick, obviously still wet from an earlier shower. His skin tasted sweet under her lips and she dove into his chest to sample the goodness of his hard work.
He ran his fingers through her hair, the neatness of it converting into something less acceptable in public. Her lips were everywhere, trailing down his chest, his stomach, his waist. Her hands still roamed against his now fully erect member, and her touch soothed and burned his every need. The urges of hot, dirty sex flashed in his mind, and he suddenly picked her up, carrying her off to his private chamber of pleasures.
Diverting herself away from Diamond's body, Ami spied a pair of shackles nailed to the wall, a large, metal ring with clamps that looked almost as erotic as imagined, and an ocean of a bed, displaying several sex objects spread across the sheets as if nothing was private here. The anticipation was rough.
Instead of laying her down like any other gentleman would do before making love to a woman, he carried her over to the metal ring, raising up her limbs and clamping the metal handles over them. The coldness of the steel did wonders to her heated flesh. Finding no time to waste, Diamond began to tear off her clothes, desperate to feel the adrenaline of kinky sex in all sorts of exotic positions. He ripped off the seams of her dress, sending it flying across the room, offending the designer in every way possible. He noticed that she wore a matching baby blue demi-cut bra and a lacy thong that wove beautiful strands of blue across her boney hips. He decided to discard those beautiful articles as well.
He pushed himself against Ami, his aroused member jerking and crushing her womanhood. The kisses he sent forth to her lips sent waves of pulsating desire, and her juices soaked the lower front of her panties. She moaned for him to take her.
The smirk he shot her was terrifying. He was not going to let her off that easy, not without her dying inside. His need would have to wait. He would plunge into her after he got his fill of her taste.
Her two glowing breasts were not as big as Emerald's, but they satisfied his momentary hunger. Her nipples stiffened like hardened pebbles, and she gritted her teeth as Diamond suckled, nursed, and bit right through. A drop of blood slithered down Ami's breast, traveling downward towards her legs. The pain and pleasure of it all made Ami fear the lover before her. He was a stark, raving sex fiend.
He guided his mouth over to her other breast where he sucked her like a starving child would. Her nipple was bruising from his coarse, gluttonous appetite. She relished in everything that he did as an orgasm ripped through her body. Feeling her tense up, Diamond plunged three of his fingers into her womanhood, thrusting them inside of her deeply, reaching her clitoris and pinching it severely. Ami thought she was just going to die.
Feeling her climb towards her peak again, Diamond reached back behind him at the bed, and replaced his three fingers with a very large dildo. The rounded tip entered her mound with a teasing hesitation and a slow entrance, but once fully inside, the pace quickened like a pounding heartbeat.
Ami beat her head back against the wall, wishing for some sort of support to hold her tight instead of being pinned up to the wall with four metal clamps around her wrists and her ankles. She yearned, ached for some sort of release, and the pressure building inside of her brought on by the dildo was coursing through her veins, mixed with heated blood. Diamond kept pumping the toy into Ami's womanhood, the smirk on his face growing with each pounding thrust. The power was his enjoyment.
Sensing her tension build once more, Diamond pulled out the dildo. Hearing Ami's pleads of desire and whimpers of anger, he smacked her hard on the lips with his mouth, his loins throbbing. He needed his climax, his orgasm quickly before he exploded and died. Grabbing the long, metal bar connected to the metal ring, her turned it so that Ami was now positioned with her head facing the ground. The excitement was speeding towards lusty imaginations.
Pulling his boxers off and slipping them down around his ankles, he brought his long, hard manhood in contact to Ami's eyes. The vision of him was certainly a wonder. He must have been at least 8 ½ inches in length and 2 inches thick. The junction where his groin met his body was surrounded by two heavy testicles, each filled with Diamond's worthy seed. A small patch of hair fluffed itself around the edges of his member, and the tip of the rod was already wet with a sheen layer of his all natural pre-lube. He was hard and ready to be orally fucked.
He gripped a handful of her shaggy blue hair. "Open wide, baby." The force of his grip caused Ami to cry out and do as he ordered. She put her lips together to make a large "O" and waited for his manhood to slip inside easily.
Of course, she should have known that Diamond would not make things easier. He shoved himself into her mouth, almost choking her to death with his length. Composing herself quickly and diligently, she began to suckle up and down, licking her way across his root and underside of his member. She nursed from the tip of the head, gulping down the short samples of the warm seed that flowed ceasingly, his arousal turning rock hard inside of her mouth. He tasted delicious, and Ami began to pump him faster into her mouth, needing that sweet taste in her mouth once more. The tightening of his crotch became like a nerve and twisted his head side to side in utter pleasure. He thrust himself deeper within Ami's mouth, and groaned out when he felt the head of his member rubbed against the back of her throat.
Choking on both him and his sweet taste, she continued to pump him deep within her, careful not to get him too worked up. She didn't think she could handle it if he plunged any deeper into her mouth. She was already hard of breathing, and the blood flowed painfully to her brain. Her gasps and moans vibrated against Diamond. The shiver of her lips, the tremble of her body transferred dark waves into Diamond's body. Giving in to his greedy need, he pushed himself even farther into Ami's mouth and shot his first load inside of her.
The heat intensified as he continued to explode in her mouth. She drank from him deeply, wanting to savor every lingering drop of his seed.
Finally pulling himself out of her mouth, Diamond collapsed onto the floor, panting for breath. Only the pleads full of desire from the wench in front of him brought him back to life. He studied her body, sweaty from action, her face crimson from the flow of blood to her head, her womanhood dripping the juices from within her sex. He might as well give the wench what she deserved. They all deserved it. All of the greedy bitches out there, pleading for a good fuck. He was here, willing, and she was dying with arousal. Cranking the metal wheel around once again, he left Ami to resume her first position. He dug inside his boxer's pocket for the condom he retrieved earlier. Slipping it onto himself in front of her eyes, he approached her and probed her open with his tip. She screamed for him to enter her.
He continued to tease her, deepening his entrance, than exiting before she could be satisfied. Tears flowed from her eyes, and Ami begged for some release. He grinned, kissed her passionately, and jerked hard inside her. Her body pulled back, forced by the power of his thrust. He plunged deep inside of her over and over, filling her with a hunger that turned insatiable. His seed began to spurt out of his rod, and Ami's juices flowed over their joining.
The sexual tension between them decreased as Diamond pounded far inside her, as far as he could go. Ami was for certain that the tip of his member was caressing the opening to her womb. It was all so magical, and she couldn't have wished for more when she came to him tonight. It was his specialty to use certain objects and techniques to make a girl crazy, and she had been so long without his ever-lasting touch. The sex they were currently enjoying brought happiness to her spirit, her soul flying up to the sky. She was sure that she would die of high elevations once Diamond finished.
His thrusts became harder and harder, and his grip on her became more and more painful. He clasped his palms around her small, yet satisfying breasts and twisted the nipples between his fingers. He pushed everything she had against her body and he pressed deeper and deeper inside of her. Without warning, he bit down on her neck, and watched Ami's eyes glaze over.
It was a great compliment to his ego, to see a woman fall so completely in lust with him that even she was lost in her own actions. It was a kind blow to the pride that welled up inside his mind.
Tensing up, he screamed in the cleavage of her breasts and exploded inside of her. His several loads of seed poured out of his manhood with every rough thrust he gave her. Simply feeling his juices inside of her, Ami cried out in ecstasy and allowed the wave of orgasm to ripple through her. Reaching up to unclamp her limbs, Diamond brought her closer to him and sat them both up against the bottom of the wall. He continued to thrust into her, shooting more of his seed inside of her womanhood. The tightening of her walls was enough for him, and he finally shot his final load into her and collapsed onto the burgundy carpet, pulling her closer to him, both panting with pain and satisfaction.
Ami grinned to herself. This was absolutely the best revenge plan on Motoki that she could have ever imagined. The best revenge.
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Well, I hope you really do enjoy the idea of having at least two graphic sex scenes in a chapter, because they might begin to gradually increase, as well as the size of the chapter. I know it's been a bit long since I last posted a chapter, but I hope this next one shouldn't take too long. I'll try to start working on it tomorrow. I need a little time off to breathe ^- ^. Well, have fun and thank you to all of those happy viewers out there who have sent me kind reviews. Thanks a bunches!!! JLY! Bunny Moonstar