II.

Warning: Okay this is heavy on description so if you like more lime (softcore) you should probably not be reading this. If your okay with hardcore, go ahead.

Malika sat in a large white porcelain tub as she scrubbed her body with soap and a sponge. What would happen to her now? Her owner was a madman truly. He had to be. However, he was rich and rich men bought slaves like her. It was a sad truth. She wished she was dead, she wished she was anywhere but where she was. He would not go easy on her, he would not be as kind as some masters were to their slaves. She shivered due to the thought of him doing things she did not want done to her.

She stood from the tub and slowly dried off her body then looked for a garment of any kind. A crimson-color robe lay on a chair and she took it up immediately then wrapped herself in it. Looking at herself in the mirror she suddenly felt a nervousness overtake her body. She couldn't go out there. He would do terrible things to her. Terrible things she did not want to feel. She, however, was someone's property and she had to face him. With her hand on the door knob she opened it and stepped in the bedroom.

His bedroom was decorated with crimson curtains and trimmings. His bed was a huge wooden four poster bed with silk crimson sheets and a comforter to match. It would have been a welcoming site if not for the fact that she would have to do things that she did not want. "Finally finished. Took you long enough. I expect you to be quicker from now on!"

"I am sorry master. I shall be quicker." Malika replied then bowed her head.

"Good. Now come here." He commanded her.

"Yes master." She responded then on unsteady legs, walked over to him.

Erik pulled her firmly against his body. He could feel her quivering against him, not in lust, he thought. He pulled her to a full-length mirror and positioned her in front of it. "Undress." He commanded her.

Malika felt her hands shake as she untied the sash around her waist. Once the sash fell to the floor the material fell away from her body and into the floor. She felt him press against her back. He eyed her body hungrily in the mirror. He then turned her around and his eyes drank in the sight of her naked body.

Her tan skin glowed in the sparse candlelight. His golden eyes met her scared azure ones. "Don't be afraid. I am a very easy master." He whispered in her ear while surveying her body more. He felt his member harden as his eyes caught her breasts.

Erik wrapped a hand tightly in her dark brown hair. He stroked a smooth cheek as he used his body to push her against the bed. A black-clad thigh pressed firmly between her legs. "I have something for you."

She chewed her fingernails nervously as she waited for him to return. "What the hell are you doing!" He suddenly shouted, then quickly strode over and smacked her hand away from her mouth. "You will not be biting your fingernails. That's a nasty habit that I don't tolerate. Do it again and I will punish you and you will not like my punishments."

He then pulled her to the mirror once more and faced her in front of it. He set a black box on a small table near the mirror and opened it. "There will be days that you will have to come out with me. On those days, I might meet with others who are slave owners. This is a way of clarifying that you are my property." He carefully hooked a golden chain around her neck. Another longer chain was hooked around her waist. If fell gracefully about her hips and shifted when she moved.

"Wonderful. Now walk over to the bed and lay down in the middle while I extinguish some of the candles." He commanded her then went on to dim the lights in the room.

Malika stood shaking. She had to drag her legs to the bed. Nervousness flooded her veins as she climbed on the bed and lay in the middle. She used her arms to cover her breasts, clinging to a hope that she was still decent. She nervously watched as darkness settled over the room and the only light was from a few candles in the far corner of the large room.

The waiting was almost too much to stand. Where was he in the darkness? Why was he playing games? She felt the bed weigh down suddenly and knew that the time that she feared had come. Would it be as awful as what the other girls had said? Would he be kind to her or cruel as he had been?

She stopped thinking when he pressed his warm lips against hers, startling her from her thoughts. He took advantage of this and thrust a hot tongue in her mouth and searched for her timid one. His body moved over hers and she could feel warm naked skin press against her own. She was sure that he would be delighted if he knew that she was blushing.

After tasting her sweet mouth, Erik grasped her hands and pinned her hands above her head and grasped a rope he used often to bind her hands and keep her hands well above her head. He felt her shake beneath him and knew that she was either scared or nervous. He smiled, probably both. "Tell me," he whispered in her ear while playing with a lock of her hair, "did anyone tell you what is to be expected of you?"

Malika gulped loudly then replied, "They did not get into too much detail Master."

"What were you told?" Erik questioned as he fingered the lock of silky hair.

"They explained it through similes Master."

"Similes? And what, pray tell, did they say?"

"Wh..when a man wants a woman...his eel enters her cave.." Erik burst out laughing. He had never heard such a foolish description of sex before. It probably had come from one of the asian slaves. They were always relating sex to idiotic things. "Is it not the truth?"

"Oh it is the truth, however, I have never heard a ridiculous description of sex before. You will see tonight what sex is." Erik replied and with that last word he took her lips once more in a searing kiss. His tongue invaded fiercely and conquered her mouth. He then pulled away leaving her breathless and wishing that she wasn't feeling a sensation of heat rising in her abdomen.

Erik grabbed her breasts and began kneading the flesh harshly. He reflected on how perfect her breasts fit in his hands and the beautiful carmel color of her skin was reflected on her breasts as well. Her breasts were topped with darker-colored nipples which he intended to taste tonight. He turned back to her and was satisfied when he heard a small moan escape her lips and even more so when she arched against his hands. He leaned over and whispered in her ear, "So eager...I wonder if you are feigning innocence."

"No Master!" She cried out, suddenly afraid of what he would do. "I promise I have never been touched before!"

Erik snickered softly then responded, "I trust Darius' word and I also trust that I will enjoy your wares tonight." He then wrapped an arm around her lower back and drew a nipple into his hot, welcoming mouth. Malika felt heat travel from the tip of her breast to settle between her thighs. She moaned her approval deeply but knew that it was wrong to feel these things. When she tried to wriggle away, she could not. His arm kept her locked in place and he reprimanded her with a harsh pinch to her other nipple. Tears sprang to her eyes suddenly as he left her nipple for the other.

She wanted to scream at him, to tell him to stop...anything that would stop the emotions she was feeling. However, when the man who owned you commanded you to feel certain things, you would do so whether you wanted it or not. His mouth finally left her and he moved his arm from underneath her back. What was he doing now?

Erik could already tell he would enjoy her. No one but a virgin would try to stop him from having his fun. Modesty was not for bed and she needed to realize that much at least. He smiled in the dark as his hands found her tightly clenched thighs and pushed them apart. He heard her gasp loudly and smiled once more. "Wh...what are you doing Master?"

He snickered once more then replied, "Tasting you my dear." He could see the look of horror on her face as she fought to keep her legs closed. He growled then slapped her sharply on her thigh. "Do not test me Malika. I am your owner. It is my will to do what I want with you and you will realize this." He then finally wrenched apart her legs and lay between them. He forced her legs over his shoulders and locked his arms around her thighs.

"Please...please do not do this Master." She begged him as her body shook with fear.

He did not answer her plea only said, "I will have you shaking for a different reason by the time this is over." With that said he used his thumbs to part her damp curls and brought his mouth over her bud.

She arched immediately as his tongue stroked her bud. This wasn't right! Oh God, the sensations were too much for her to bear. She couldn't stand the firey pressure building in her abdomen. Liquid heat rushed through her veins and all she heard was screams. Was that her? This wasn't right and she shouldn't be wanting more but the pressure building between her thighs was too much to bear. She would surely die of pleasure!

Erik was laughing inwardly. It seemed when push came to shove, his little virgin could scream as loudly as any other whore who he had pleasured this way. He knew that she wouldn't resist. He knew also that she was feeling all of these things for the first time and he was delighted in hearing a virgin scream for him. He could feel the familiar ache in his own member and knew that he only had a while longer before she would be his.

Oh God, it was unbearable! The tortuous heat had turned into a blazing inferno. "Please Master," she cried out as tears streamed down her face, "I beg you!" How she wished she could grab something to vent her frustration. Damn him! Damn him for doing this to her! She felt him begin to suckle and thanked God that he was showing mercy. Instantly she felt herself go rigid as a thousand stars burst behind her eyes. She screamed for him before falling limp against the bed.

That was the longest time Erik had ever kept a woman in her orgasm. He grinned as he licked his lips and kneeled between her legs. He watched her regain her breath with deep satisfaction. "You can't fool me my little virgin. You liked that. Admit it. Thank your master."

Malika took a deep breath and replied, "You are right Master. I did like it. Thank you." She couldn't believe she had said it.

He grinned once more as he felt an extreme feeling of pride settle over him. "Now it's time," he snickered as he remembered their earlier conversation, "for my eel to enter your cave."

She tensed against his body. No. It could not be time already. She didn't want it. She was scared of what would happen to her. This was not how she envisioned how her virginity would be taken. "I will not lie, it will hurt. Even with my common whores it hurt for them. Your master does not like waiting and he does not expect to have to wait. However, I will give you time to adjust since you are a virgin."

Erik unbuttoned his pants quickly then positioned his rock hard member before her entrance. She tensed again and began to cry silently. He leaned over her, both arms wrapped around her lower back as he whispered in her ear, "You are an adult my dear. Do not cry like a child. It is time you became responsible for your tasks. Think of this as your responsibility. I'm a man with needs and it is your responsibility to satisfy them." He wasted no more time with words and swiftly, decisively, entered her.

She screamed her pain and anguish loudly. He was so large that he had easily broken through her barrier and filled her. Tears fell steadily down her cheeks as he flexed his hips against her in a mere test. God no! He couldn't go further with this! Wasn't it enough that she had been shamed. The pain that radiated betwixt her thighs only got worse as he began to slowly pull out. Thank God almighty! It was over! She was aghast as she felt him slam back into her. Why was God cursing her? What had she done to deserve this treatment?

Erik could hear her weep her pain. He had indeed bought a virgin and it had been confirmed when he tore her barrier. He could feel a wet substance coat both his member and her thighs. He ignored it feeling that she was pure heaven at this point in time and decided only to wait for a moment to let her rest but could not wait any longer. He flexed his hips against hers, pulled back, and pushed back in. He continued doing this while she wept beneath him. She pleaded, begged him to stop but he could not. The feeling of a virgin was too much and he could not stop even if he wanted to. Erik heard a delicious scream as he slammed against her once more and his seed joined her blood between her thighs.

He collapsed over her as he regained his breath. Erik heard small whimpers from his slave beneath him and laughed softly. What had been done was done and even if she wanted to take it back she could not. He expected that she would hate him, but he could care less. He could handle her if that was the case. Erik smiled to himself as he rolled off of her and untied her hands then pulled her against him. She faced away from him as small shivers ran down her back. After covering their bodies he whispered in her ear, "To think this is how it will be until I get tired of you. You were great for a virgin and trust me when I say that not even half of my whores were notified of that." He grasped a breast that he had been previously caressing, "Thank me and then you can go to sleep."

Malika shivered and responded, "Thank you Master."

He smirked, "Good, my little virgin."

She felt his arm keep her secure against her chest, making sleeping difficult. When she finally heard his breathing soften she could finally fall asleep. Her dreams became twisted and everywhere she turned she saw him. He mocked her as he held her close to him. She felt as if she was sinking deeper in darkness...and she was.

A/N: Thanks! Thank you for the wonderful reviews. Am I going to finish the story this time? Yes to answer your questions and concerns. I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Took me long enough to write. Thanks for reading. Review more please! –Pyrite, your obedient author!