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The Savage Angel

 

 

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Outside, the night was cold and black. The wind hurled itself against the window, driving a hard rain against the fragile glass. It sounded like stone pebbles smacking onto a smooth parquet floor. Thunder roared and growled in the darkness, and now and then, fingers of forked lightning snaked across the sky like the giant veined hand of a very old man. Standing alone on the fringes of a wild, desolate place, it seemed that this small sandstone cottage, and everything within it, lay on the very edge of dark eternity itself.

 

In the dimly lit room, Michael lay shivering on the floor where he’d been left naked, and tightly tied, some hours before. He lay on his side, his hands bound behind his back, his legs tied at the ankles, and with a rough leather collar around his neck, secured by a short chain to an iron ring on the wall. A tight gag was tied around his mouth. He couldn’t move. He couldn’t make a sound. His hands were numb. His legs ached. His entire body screamed silently against the pain that flooded through every corner of his being. He was very frightened. And he was cold. So cold.

 

‘How did I get here?’...‘How long have I been here?’ ...'Why am I here?’...’What...?’ Thoughts tumbled through his mind in quick succession, spinning and churning in chaotic patterns. But his mind couldn’t grasp it. He didn’t know. He remembered nothing. He knew only that he was here, on this hard, cold floor - tied and chained - naked, in pain, and alone.

 

He tensed. He heard a sound. The sound of the door to the room as it slowly opened. He stared towards the door, and in the dim light he could just make out the shape of someone standing silently in the doorway. His heart beat faster. Fear gripped hard at the edges of his mind.

 

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She stood quietly watching him from the doorway, slowly sipping a glass of red wine. A small, satisfied smile played at the corners of her lips. Her eyes slid smoothly over his body. She noted with pleasure the firmly defined muscles of his upper arms, his chest, his thighs…the chiseled features of his face...the dark tousled hair...the thick, limp penis, and the heavy testicles...She sighed. Most of all, she felt the thrill of conquest, and ownership. Her heart beat faster as she saw again the ropes that bound him, and the chain that tethered him to the wall. And the collar - her collar - around his neck.

 

‘Ahhh’, she breathed to herself, ‘Its Mine’.

 

‘It’...that’s how she thought of this man on the floor before her. ‘It’ was no longer a ‘person’ with a home, and friends, and family, and work. ‘It’ was not a ‘man’ with emotions, and feelings, and hopes, and dreams. ‘It’ no longer had a separate existence. ‘It’ was merely an instrument. ‘Its’ sole reason for being was now to be useful for her very special kind of pleasure...

 

She had chosen him, she had stalked him with care and patience, and she had taken him. Now ‘he/it’ was her ‘plaything’. What ‘it’ thought, or wanted, no longer mattered. Her will was paramount....And, watching him bound and helpless on the floor in front of her, a warm feeling of raw power surged through her body...It intoxicated her.

 

She walked slowly into the room towards him, her high heels tapping quietly on the stone floor, her dark eyes locked onto his. What She saw in his eyes was fear, and confusion; what he saw in her eyes was pitiless black depths, and an objective curiosity. His heart was pounding.

 

She stood over him for a long moment, looking down at him. Her long, dark hair fell forward, partially obscuring her beautiful face. The shadows from the dim light played across her tall, slender, graceful body, and the white pure silk blouse looked stark against the black of her flowing, knee-length skirt. Then she smiled at him. A beautiful, sweet, angelic smile. He struggled, but he couldn’t move, and hot pain shot through his tightly tied arms and legs.

 

‘No use’, she said in her soft voice. Then she placed one high-heeled shoe onto his shoulder, and kicked hard, rolling him roughly onto his back. He tried to scream as the pain tore through his aching arms beneath him behind his back, and as the chain yanked his collar harshly, but there was little sound from behind the gag.

 

She watched him with a faintly amused smile. Her smouldering dark eyes searched his face. ‘ ‘Its’ in pain’, she thought absently. She shrugged her shoulders.

 

‘I know it hurts’, she said to him softly, ‘but you will learn to endure’.

 

He was shaking with fear now. He could hear the wind and the rain beating against the window. He was living a nightmare.

 

Slowly she squatted down beside him very close to his face. Her skirt flowed around her feet, and he could smell the sensual fragrance of her perfume. Very gently, she traced the outline of his face with her finger, her eyes locked onto his. Then she slid her hand onto his chest to his nipple, playing with it with her fingers for a brief moment, then over the muscles of his abdomen, lingering a little, before sliding down to his genitals. She stroked his cock in slow deliberate movements, and despite his pain and fear, he felt it rise in her hand, thick and strong.

 

‘Excellent’, she said in that soft voice of hers. And smiled at him.

 

Then, suddenly, she cupped his balls in her hand, and squeezed them with great force. And held them. His body jerked wildly. He tried to scream again in agony. But, she held them tightly, twisting them slowly, brutally. Just as suddenly, she let them go. And laughed out loud...

 

‘Excellent’, she said again.

 

‘Now’, she said, ‘its time to talk a little’. She sat on the floor beside his head, sitting crossed-legged, and arranged her skirt comfortably around her. She sipped her wine with real pleasure. She could see that he was breathing hard through his nose - the gag making it difficult for him to breathe freely. He was confused. In pain. She liked that.

 

She leaned down until her lips were centimetres from his face. ‘You do not need to know my name’, she almost whispered to him. ‘You do not need to know where you are. You do not need to know anything about me....And, I do not need to understand what you think. Or feel. Or want. Or need. I simply do not care’, she told him, casually tossing her hair back from her face. She smiled sweetly again....‘You need only to know two things: First, you are now my personal property. Your very life is in my hands. You live only at my whim....And, second, I shall use you to satisfy my own needs - for as long - and only as long - as you satisfy them.’

 

She paused, sipping her wine again, her eyes locked upon his. ‘...And I have very unusual needs’

 

She sat up, and continued speaking in her low, soft voice ‘....Yes, I have very unusual needs....I am aroused by sexual power and control. I am already aroused by seeing you tied and helpless on my floor. I am aroused by humiliating and degrading you. I am aroused by inflicting pain and discomfort upon you - simply because I wish it, and because I can. Therefore, my friend, you must be brave. Learn to endure pain and suffering for me. Because I am aroused by the power of inflicting both....’

 

He was shaking now, a kind of desperate pleading in his eyes. She liked that, too.

 

‘...But these things alone are not enough. And nor can that fine cock of yours ever be enough. Yes, I shall fuck you when I feel the need, but a cock, of itself, is never fully satisfying for me. I need to feel a more total kind of control - a humiliating control…a life, or death, control. That excites me. That is orgasm for me....That is what I shall have from you...’

 

 

He suddenly started to struggle violently against his ropes, trying to twist away from her. A strangulated sound rose up from deep inside his throat, muffled by the tight gag. He thrashed back and forth on the floor in wild desperation, but in vain….

 

Almost casually, she reached forward, and grasping the chain attached to his collar in one hand, she viciously jerked it downwards. His head smacked hard against the floor, and he instantly ceased his struggles. The pain was unbearable. He lay there helpless, and still, with his eyes closed.

 

He heard her voice again. ‘Ahh, Yes….I am aroused by that’, she said softly, ‘I need more….’ He heard the rustle of her skirt as she moved, a rush of perfume in the air. He sensed something above him. Opening his eyes, he saw her standing with her legs apart directly over his face. He could see the long, smooth lines of her legs beneath her skirt, and her white satin panty-thongs. And he could see her face smiling down at him as she leaned forward slightly to look at him.

 

Slowly, deliberately, she knelt down, and then eased back to sit on his chest. Her dark eyes stared hard into his eyes. Then she spoke…

 

‘I am very aroused. I am going to use you now’.

 

Then, lifting her skirt, she moved herself forward until her panties were touching the tip of his nose. She rubbed her pussy gently against his nose for a moment, and he could feel the warm dampness of her panties. He could smell her scent. He shook his head, struggling to turn his face away from her. He heard her laughter. Then he felt her seize his head in both her hands, and hold it perfectly still, positioning his nose exactly at the entrance to her pussy. She paused. Then in a quick movement, she sat down hard on his face with her full weight. Her skirt flowed around his head. He felt the tight satin of her panties press against his nose as her pussy enveloped it, and the hardness of her pubic bone as it ground into his upper nose. Her ass sat directly on his gagged mouth. And he couldn’t breathe.

 

She sighed with utter contentment, and closed her eyes as she sat there for a moment enjoying the absolute power of it. She could feel his nose inside her, and she knew that he could not breathe. Controlling the very air he breathed, she controlled his life. It was extraordinarily erotic for her. She felt waves of warmth flooding through her body, building one upon the other, wave after wave, until she felt almost lightheaded with erotic desire.

 

She began to rock back and forth on his face, using his nose like an erect cock inside her pussy. Slowly, at first, then faster, grinding on his face with an urgent intensity. Her thighs gripped his head, whilst one hand held a fistful of his hair, which she used to jerk his head and face against her as her hips pounded back and forth, and the other hand gripped his erect cock behind her. Her excitement built, her movements became more aggressive. She was almost pounding his face against her. She could feel her hot juices flowing through her panties onto his face. Her pleasure - this moment - was all. And she didn’t give him one single thought.

 

But, she needed more…

 

She stopped rubbing herself on his face, and stood up. As she removed her panties, she could hear him desperately struggling for breath through his nose. His face was bright red, and his breath was coming in strangled gasps. She barely noticed. Her own excitement was consuming her. She could do anything she wanted. Her control was total.

 

She knelt down again - this time over his erect cock. She held the tip of it against her wet pussy, and slowly slid it deep into her. It felt big, and hard. She felt full. Sitting astride him, she first moved her hips in a circular motion, then she moved up and down, moving faster and faster, fucking him like a dog…He squirmed and jerked, and was wracked with the pain of his bound arms beneath him. Still she fucked him, gripping his cock with her vaginal muscles, and driving her hips down hard, and forward in rapid motions. It felt good for her. Satisfying. The control. The using of him…

 

But, it was never going to be enough. And she knew what she had to do.

 

 

She slid off his still hard cock, and moved forward, sitting on his chest. She raised one knee, leaning her arm on it, casually gazing down at his red face. He was breathing better now, but still with difficulty through his nose. And he was in real pain, with her weight pressing down on his body sending more waves of pain through his arms beneath them both. She didn’t notice it. His hard cock twitched behind her. He hadn’t orgasmed when she’d fucked him. She hadn’t noticed that, either. Nor did she care.

 

For a long moment, they stared into each other’s eyes in silence. The thunder rolled in the distance now, and the rain beat less fiercely against the window panes. The wind, too, was easing a little. She gently stroked his face with her hand, and in that moment, she felt a kind of kinship with this helpless being beneath her. He lay quietly staring up into her dark eyes, and wondering at the perfect beauty of her face. He knew that he was lost - lost for all eternity - to this perfect and savage woman.

 

As the silence grew longer, she felt the pressure building within her. There was a hard knot in her lower abdomen, and it pushed against the walls of her stomach. And it would build. The need must be met. It would not let her go until the need was fulfilled.

 

‘You know, don’t you?’, she asked him quietly. She saw a shadow flicker in his eyes, and then he gave the smallest nod with his head. He knew. She was The Angel of Death.

 

‘It must be this way’, she said in the same quiet tone, ‘I have unusual needs’.

 

She leaned down and rested her cheek lightly against his cheek. She felt a warm tear fall from the corner of his eye, and run along their enjoined cheeks. It was the baptism of their bond. They were bound by destiny, for eternity. She was ready.

 

She felt an unstoppable urge roar through her body. It cascaded through her system, intoxicating her, leaving her breathless with erotic anticipation. She could wait no longer.

 

Without warning she shot forward from his chest, and onto his face, in a single movement. She brought her naked pussy down hard onto him, sealing his nose inside, and clamping her thighs tight around his head. She knew he would fight. They always did. It was the natural thing. But she would win. She always did. Ultimate control Ultimate orgasm.

 

She gripped his hair in both hands, jamming his face hard against her, and closed her eyes, turning inward towards her inner feelings. He bucked and jerked. He tried to twist away. But she rode him like a wild pony, never moving. The orgasm inside her rose up like a tidal wave, surging through her body, irrisistable and overwhelming, building upon itself until it consumed her whole being. Electric jabs of light pierced her brain with shooting pains of pure pleasure. It was as if her entire life had been lived for this single moment - when every emotion she had ever imagined combined together into this one giant orgasmic kaleidescope of flashing sensation. Her mind was filled with light, and her heart felt the heat of a thousand fires.

 

He was drowning in her fluids, starving without oxygen. He knew she may kill him, and he knew he could not save himself. He felt himself slipping, and he fought to hold on. He sucked against her vagina with all his strength, but there was nothing. No give. No oxygen. No life.

 

Slowly, his resistance weakened. Slowly, his movement beneath her became less. He was sliding into a dark place. Sensing this, she gripped him more tightly still, pushing ever harder with her pussy down upon his face, sealing him from the oxygen that was life itself.

 

This wielding of ultimate power - this holding of his life between her thighs - wracked her body with an unbearable relay of endless pleasure-explosions - one after the other - until she could no longer recognise where one began, and the other ended. She rode his face savagely, wildly, with a pagan abandon. On and on it went. Orgasm after orgasm exploded inside her body, shaking her entire psyche with long shuddering shivers of almost mindless bliss. She did not see the moment that he ceased to move. Her time had stood still, suspended. And it was long, long after he had stopped moving, that she finally slumped forward in exhaustion, sweat glistening in her hair, and on her forehead. She was drained. She had no more. It was over.

 

In the silence that followed, she remained seated on his unmoving face for what seemed a long time, her eyes closed, her soft, damp hair hanging loose. Bit by bit, she became aware of her surroundings. In a kind of dazed slow motion the world returned to her, and with it, the warm glow of a deep inner satisfaction, and peace.

 

Slowly, stiffly, she lifted herself from his face, and stood up, her knees weak, and her legs unsure if they could support her weight. Her eyes moved to the dark window, and she noticed, in passing, that the storm outside had now passed by. In its place there remained the damp chill of a cold, lonely night.

 

 

Without a backward glance at the barely breathing form lying, still bound, on the cold, hard floor, she turned, and walked from the room. She did not know - or care - whether 'it' was alive, or dead.

 

 

‘It must be this way’, she said softly, and closed the door gently behind her.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

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