Date: Fri, 5 Mar 2010 23:04:11 +0000
From: Pearse Jackson
Subject: Blood City (Part 2)
Blood City (Part 2)
Chapter 3
Anna awoke in the morning, with Blade's deep breathing still filling the
room. She snuggles her head closer to this shoulder, once more thinking
through the turn of events that had led her there.
When the constable had brought Jamie to the barracks, he had thrown him
into a dirty cell, telling the other constable present that he had murdered
a man. Jamie didn't protest, instead curling into a ball in the corner of
his cell, his mind plagued by the things the constable had called him,
wondering if he was a slut, a bitch.
During the next two weeks, the constable took him out of his cell whenever
there was no other constable on duty, cuffing him to his desk, bent over,
and then fucking Jamie's tight ass raw, while the young boy sobbed in
torment. The constable tortured him, making him suck his cock before giving
Jamie food, once making Jamie drink a cup of the constable's piss to
sustain himself. The man continued to plague Jamie's mind, calling him a
''slut'', ''bitch'' or even ''queer.''
Salvation had come for Jamie one day, after a rough fucking from the
constable, he had cuffed him behind his back and brought him out to his
car. Jamie had been too afraid to ask where he was planning on taking him,
feeling with a sickening certainty he was either been brought to the
executioner's yard, or worse, the constable's home. Neither had been
correct, and Jamie's heart sank, and soared, as the constable took him out
in front of a slave merchant's building. While he couldn't believe he was
to become a slave, he was now free of the constable, and his disgusting
cock. The constable had taken him inside the building, bringing him to a
man with an oiled moustache and forked beard who introduced himself as
Patak. The constable had gone into the man's office, then come out and left
without a word to Jamie, who had sighed with relief upon seeing the man go
out. Patak came to the door of his office, and beckoned Jamie inside.
''Strip yourself'', the slave merchant had said, his Egyptian accent
showing in how he talked.
Jamie had frozen, but had jerked himself from his thoughts and stripped,
obediantly. The man walked around Jamie, his eyes scanning the youth's body
without comment, his calculating gaze leaving Jamie a little discomforted,
but he had stood still. Suddenly the man had brought Jamie to his desk, and
bent him over it. Jamie, scared of being raped again, still knew of the
guards outside the room, so he didn't resist, though he trembled with fear
as the man peeled his ass cheeks apart, hearing him say, ''Gorgeous'' as he
surveys Jamie's asshole. One of Patak's hands rubbed between his ass
cheeks, his fingers gently probing Jamie's hole as he reached it, Jamie
squealing at the tingling it had caused in him. The man was much more
gentle than that disgusting constable had been, and wasn't an ugly
man. Jamie found himself wondering, feeling arousal at the thought, if
Patak was going to fuck him. But Patak had moved around the other side of
his desk, telling Jamie to cloth himself again. Once Jamie had seated
himself on the chair opposide Patak after the merchant had motioned him to
it, he said, shortly, ''You're to be a pleasure slave, boy.''
Jamie had gasped, shocked at this. He didn't want to be a pleasure slave,
as he knew how the wealthy treated their pleasure slaves. Pleasure slave
was also applied to the boys and girls in the whorehouses around the Nile,
and Jamie had seen how they were after a night's plying their
''trade''. But he remained silent, and Patak had arched a curved eyebrow,
and said, ''Well, boy, what are you thinking?''
''Does it matter, sir? I'm to be a pleasure slave'' Jamie had said,
simply. He was a fatalist, and know it was now his fate, like it or not.
''True'', Patak had said, his dark eyes scanning Jamie's eyes for
something, continuing by explaining, ''Today, we shall have you ready
yourself, and tomorrow, at the slave market, you're to be sold. I must warn
you, before you displease your new master when he tells you of it, that
there's a chance your new master may want to change things about you,
boy. Some of my slaves have gone on to have complete sex changes.''
Jamie fought to keep the arousal that surged through him from his face,
merely nodding. He had had fantasies about being a girl, beautiful and
sexy, for years and years, knowing that a beautiful woman was the single
most beautiful creature on the face of the planet.
Patak once again seemed a little surprised, even suspicious, of Jamie's
lack of response, but shrugged it off, and led him out of the room,
entrusting him to a servant called Satrin, commanding him to ''ready the
boy'', the boy being Jamie. Satrin, a tall, burly man, led Jamie through
another room, and up a flight of stairs to a huge bathroom, though this
''bathroom'' had a few pools, where women and men were swimming and
relaxing. Satrin led Jamie to a room adjacent it, a smaller room, but still
quite large to be a bathroom, this one hosting a shower, large bath, toilet
and sink, and oddly enough, a marble counter top set in the middle of the
''small'' bathroom. Satrin beckoned Jamie to strip, which Jamie did,
watching how the big man reacted, surprised and a little aroused to see
Satrin's cock jerk in the crotch of his trousers. Satrin tooks Jamie by the
shoulders, leading him around to the side of the marble counter nearest the
shower, and made him bend over it. Jamie, yet again wondering if he was to
be fucked, trembled in anticipation, and gasped in surprise when he felt a
metal object touch his ass, feeling one of Satrin's large hands at his
back, Satrin urging caution, ''I'm about to clean your pussy, boy, don't
squirm and we'll be both be happy'', and without further to-do, stuck the
shower nozzle that he had been holding up Jamie's ass, and turned it on, on
the highest frequency setting.
Jamie screamed at first, not liking how Satrin had shoved it into him, but
then relaxed, moaning softly as the water seems to massage his insides.
Satrin holds it there for at least five minutes, Jamie during this time,
embarrassingly to him, cumming against the counter as he continues to feel
pleasure from it. Satrin turned off the water and took it from Jamie, Jamie
hearing him kneel behind him, and felt his hands peel Jamie's ass cheeks
apart, to further moans from Jamie. Satrin made a small noise of
contentment, and stands up, rubbing Jamie's hips and pressing his body in
against Jamie's back, whispering into his ear, ''You've got a gorgeous
pussy, boy. You a virgin?''
Jamie shakes his head, feeling a little aroused by Satrin's hands on his
hips, and the feeling of his cock prodding through his trousers against
Jamie's ass. Satrin moves back away from her for a moment, Jamie hearing,
to his arousal, Satrin's trousers being pulled down, then squealing softly
as he feels Satrin once more take his hips into his hands, spreading his
legs almost reflexively to allow Satrin room to plunge his cock into him.
Immediately regretting his action, however, as Satrin rams his cock into
Jamie's ass, the full length of it, which feels to be a quite a prodigious
length to Jamie, arching his head back and screaming, trying to struggle
and turn, but Satrin takes his sides and holds him, painfully, to the
counter while he continues fucking him. Jamie bites his lower lip and
muffles his screams, his experiences with the constable leaving their mark
on him as he doesn't attempt to alert anyone to his being raped. Satrin's
hands keep hims close to the counter, his upper body pressed down onto the
counter top, his nipples rubbing painfully against it, and his penis
thudding hard into the side of the counter each thrust. Jamie feels tears
come to his eyes as he feels Satrin's cum inside him, hearing Satrin's
groan of pleasure. He stays pressed to the table when Satrin takes his cock
out of him. Satrin spanks Jamie's ass with one hand, laughing as Jamie
tenses and squeals.
''Just preparing you for your master, boy, cus that's how sex is gonna be
from now on for you'', Satrin says as he roughly rubs Jamie's ass cheeks,
to Jamie's discomfort, whispering in Jamie's ear, ''I gotta go get some
stuff, maybe when I come back, you can show me how good you give head'',
and so saying he walks out of the room, not even looking back at the boy he
had just fucked. Jamie slumps over the counter, weeping silently and
thinking about how foolish he had been to think his ordeal was over. He
wipes his tears away and waits for Satrin to come back, attempting to look
forward to sucking his cock.
Chapter 4
Anna suddenly feels Blade stir, and trace his hand down her back, gently
rubbing two fingers between her pussy cheeks. Anna squeals and looks up at
her master, who's amusedly gazing down at her.
''Good morning, Anna'', Blade purrs as one of his fingers finds her
puckered rosebud, gently probing his finger against it.
Anna could only squeal in response, arching her pussy more onto Blade's
finger, the feeling of his finger there sending thrills through her
pussy. She groans in disappointment however as he removes his hand and
makes to get out of the bed.
''M'lord, where are you going?'', she asks pleadingly, her pussy throbbing
hungrily for him.
He settles the bed cover onto her body, and replies, ''Training this
morning, honey, wanna stay sharp.''
She pouts, but then smiles to herself as she stretches herself, letting her
breasts come above the bed covers, settling herself back down and gazing
tigerishly at Blade. Blade smiles tigerishly in response, and purrs,
''You're such a harlot, my Anna. You should be punished.''
Anna sits herself up, ''punished'' coming from Blade's mouth sounding so
incredibly sexy, that she huskily replies, ''Then you must punish me,
m'lord, I've been so naughty.''
Blade pulls her out of the bed and onto his lap as he sits on the edge of
the bed, Anna feeling his large cock rubbing up between her thighs and
sending shivers through her at the hardness of it. Blade suddenly spanks
her, softly, but coming from a hand as strong as his, still with a little
force. Anna tenses and squeals, biting her lip and moaning in pleasure as
Blade continues to spank her, softly but still forcefully. Suddenly he puts
Anna on her feet, standing up himself, and then bending her over the
bed. Anna feels his hands stroke her hips, and she moans.
''If you're going to act like a harlot, Anna, then I must treat you like
one'', Blade purrs to her, and she feels the head of his cock gently ease
between her pussy cheeks, prodding her pussy.
''Oh Blade, treat me like a harlot, punish me'', Anna pleads, her eyes
closed waiting, savouring the moment.
Blade thrust his cock, hard and deep, into her tender pussy, and Anna
squeals in surprise and deep, deep pleasure, feeling his cock rub against
her insides. Blade spares not an inch, thrusting his whole cock into her
each thrust, filling Anna with pain, but much more so pleasure, the
overwhelming pleasure she got when being used by this man she loved. He
rarely did use her like this, and she loved that he treated her like a
prized woman of his, but nothing got her as sexually excited as being
totally dominated like this by Blade. She arches and tenses, screams and
moans, clutches at the bed sheets, pushes her pussy onto and pulls it from
Blade's dick, hearing herself moan, ''Oh Blade, harder, harder, oh God
yessssss'', the last word becoming a scream of pleasure as he complies,
fucking her now, not making love, but raw, powerful thrusting that made her
whole body rub forward onto the bed, her nipples becoming pinpricks of
delight as they are rubbed hard against the satin bedsheets. Blade grips
her sides, and pulls her roughly onto him as he thrusts, as deep as
possible, into her, and spills his seed in Anna's pussy, Anna squealing in
bliss, feeling feverish and tired, arches one last time, and slumps
down. Mercifully, Blade stops his thrusting, instead leaning down onto her
body, still inside her, and kissing the back of her shoulder blades while
he rubs her hips and thighs.
''Oh Blade, oh my God....'', she pants, her breaths coming sharply, making
her voice shake.
He pulled out of her, taking her sides in his hands and moving her fragile
body up the bed, turning her over. He eases himself down over her, kissing
her softly, Anna responding with a moan. She watches as he breaks the kiss
and looks deep into her eyes, opening his mouth as if to say something,
then closing it again and merely smiling at her. Anna smiles back, feeling
so in love with him she has to purse her lips not to declare it, watching
as he dons some light clothes, blowing him a kiss as he walks out of the
room. She lays back on the bed, feeling his warmth still on it, and curling
up to sleep once more, hoping he'd be back after his training.
End of Part 2