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Darkside of Love by Stormrage
Darkside of Love
This story is part of the tormenting Rage series. Starring Master Jared "Bastard" Mistress Angelique and Rage
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Some of the things that Master Bastard and Mistress do to Rage are not necessarily safe and should not be attempted unless you know exactly what you are doing. Always remember to play safe.
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Tormenting Rage #14 - Darkside of love.
Rage sat curled up on the bed in her bedroom. Mistress Angelique and Jared were talking in his office. She knew that did not bode well for her. She was so sore, every muscle in her body ached. Her nipples were sore, her clit hurt. She felt well used. Three days had passed since the day she was alone with Angelique. Her and Jared had kept her in a state of need, teasing her over and over til she came almost endlessly. A breath would send her over the edge and climax again. So far today they hadn't touched her, she had taken a long bath but she was still tired and ached in the most interesting places.
Standing she walked over to the window and looked out. It seemed as if she spent more time in the house than outside now. Jared didn't even want her to work anymore. He wanted her to stay home so he could devise more interesting things to do with her. Wrapping her arms around herself, she sighed. She was now a sex toy. His slave. In the past that might have bothered her. To lose so much of her freedom, but now it only served to excite her.
If they looked at her in a certain way, she would feel the excitement jump up and wrestle her. Thoughts in her head would disappear to be replaced by thoughts of what they planned to do to her. She thought of them a lot now. Even felt hands caressing, taking her in the night as she slept.
This was what it was like to be owned. This complete feeling of being theirs. To do as they wanted her to do. Wearing what they wanted her to wear, letting them dictate what she would eat and when.
She laughed softly, but they could never own that part of her that made her push them. That part of her that would stubbornly stay quiet knowing it could bring punishment. The part that would tease them as much as they did to her.
Arms wrapped around hers and she turned her head. Jared smiled at her and held her tighter as she leaned back against him. He stood with her for a few minutes then kissed her neck softly.
"What are you thinking about, love?" He asked her as he kissed her cheek.
She laughed again. "Of how much I am becoming your slave, and hers."
He smiled against her cheek. "Yes. You have begun to admit that you are ours, haven't you? That we will use you when we want and if you don't cum, it is your fate."
She looked out the window again, her heart pounding wildly. "Over the time we have been together, you have claimed me completely. My mind and soul, I don't want to think of anything else but serving you. Pleasing you."
He smiled again and breathed deeply. She could feel his cock hardening behind her. "Mistress is out today. It's just you and me, Rage. I'll give you a choice, i can torment you, or we can just make love. Either way, I want you."
Her heart leapt at his words, she felt her sex react to the desire in his voice. She hadn't expected to get a choice, she closed her eyes and leaned her head on his shoulder. "What would happen if you torment me, Master?"
He chuckled into her ear, sending shivers down her spine. "You know what would happen, my sweet bitch."
She bit her bottom lip and chewed on it. She wanted, no, she needed him. Thinking about her needs, she smiled. "Torment me, Master. If even for a little while."
She could feel the grin on his face and then she felt him harden. Two fingers shoved hard into her sex and hooked around her pubic bone. She gasped and stood straight. "Say that again, bitch."
"Please use this slut, Master." She moaned as she felt him pull her backwards, by her sex. Struggling to follow she quickly found herself slammed onto the bed, his hand in the small of her back keeping her down.
"So you want to be used, bitch? You want me to leave my mark on your soul again? Maybe you like that Mistress better than you like me..."
"Nooo, Master. I don't." She gasped out as he pulled his fingers from her and his hand crashed down on her ass. The sting came fast as she felt the heat reddening her ass.
"Do you like what she does to you, bitch? Do you want to cum for her more than you do for me?" he leaned over her and hissed in her ear. She felt the moisture gathering on her sex and moaned.
"No, Master. I want to cum for you. Only for you." Tears came to her eyes as she realized this was the truth. She loved the way Mistress played with her, but she didn't want to cum for her. She wanted that to be his, always his, only his domain.
Feeling his weight shift, she waited and felt her arms being pulled behind her back. She felt him binding her wrists together with nylon rope then he moved up higher. binding her elbows together, drawing back her shoulders in the process. She moaned as she felt him binding her this way. He stood and soon she saw the mask he held in front of her face.
Black leather, to enclose the head in, no eye holes, and no ear holes. Only a hole for her mouth. A spreader for her mouth. To keep her jaw open for him. "No sight, no sound. You will only feel me. I am going to use you, slut. I am going to mark you, as mine, and if I feel like it, maybe I will let you cum.
Pushing earplugs into her ears, he began to put the mask on her. Turning her over on her side only to slip the jaw spreader into her mouth. She was suddenly mute, deaf, and blind. Her shoulders were softly aching from being bound as they were. Her heart pounding wildly, fear filling her, need beginning to pummel her.
Pulling her off the bed, he made her kneel and bound her head back. Opening her throat to long strokes of his cock or dildo. She felt him place shackles around her ankles and then wrapped straps around her thighs. Attaching them to chains, he pulled them tight, opening her legs and her sex. She felt the cool air against her heat and moaned.
She was stretched widely then felt him teasing her clit, sharp pains struck her as he flicked it. Her clit so sensitive, that his touch hurt, but soon gave way to pleasure. Suddenly, pain flashed over her as the clip snapped tight on the nub. Crying out, she arched and whimpered. The jaw spreader barely letting the sounds be recognizable.
His hands traveled over her body, up to her breasts. Roughly he grabbed them and pushed them upwards as he squeezed them tightly. His fingers pinched the nipples and began to tug on them. She whimpered and moaned, pain striking her hard.
A part of her mind wanted this to stop. She was just too sensative. Yet the rest of her wanted, needed this. Needed to feel him claim her, own her. Make her his.
Pain flared and she cried out as clamps tightened on her nipples, she almost screamed as two weights fell and dragged her nipples downward. The weights swung back and forth drawing whimpers from her.
He moved away from her, she could feel on the other side of the room. her heart pounded wondering what he was doing. What new torment he was about to inflict on her. She could imagine what she looked like. Her head drawn back, kneeling, legs spread wide. An inverted 'c'. Her mouth opened obscenely by the spreader. Nipples drawn down by the weights. Her breathing setting them swinging.
She could hear herself in her head. Loud groans and whimpers filled with the pain and her need. The sound like a caveman's speech "ughn ughngh," filled her head reminding her of her captivity at this moment.
Vibrations in the floor woke her from her thoughts as she felt something being dragged across the floor. It stopped in front of her and she suddenly felt a booted foot at her sex. It began playing with the clip on her clit. She tensed and cried out. pain and pleasure assaulting her senses. A hand began toying with the weights on her nipples. Lifting them then dropping them. She began shaking with the force of sensations pounding her.
Then everything stopped. She groaned, crying behind the mask. Then felt something slip into her mouth. Warm hard flesh filled her mouth, pushing deep, the tip coming to rest in her throat. She tried to swallow, feeling the tip of the cock more as her throat constricted around it.
Hands grabbed her head and he began fucking her mouth. Using it, slamming hard into her throat with each thrust. Her moans and whimpers vibrating along the length of his cock as he thrust. His balls beating against her chin. His excitement, his need growing with each thrust, slamming faster and harder into her as he used his slut.
She screamed out, past his cock, in pain and surprise as she felt the wicked sting of the crop on her breasts. Each thrust brought another strike, the weights swinging wildly, her nipples and clit throbbing. Her heart pounding wildly, furiously. She tasted the precum on his cock as he plunged deep, her sounds frenzied as she struggled to breath, get away, make him cum.
Used. She was being used for his pleasure, and his pleasure only. Her need jumped so high at that thought she thought she would burst with it. She was his, his property, his cunt, his bitch, his whore, his slave, gods above she was his so completely in this moment.
Pain filled her, need filled her, she was nothing but feelings. Feeling his cock slamming into her mouth and throat, her nipples and clit throbbing and burning with need and pain. Her breasts burning from the crop. Her sex clenching needing to be filled. Her ass tightening.
His cock tightened and he slammed deep into her throat, filling her belly with his white hot seed. She began crying as he came. As much as she hated hurting this bad, she didn't want him to cum. She wanted him to use her more. Prove to her that she was his above anyone else.
When he finished he began removing the clamps on her nipples, she cried out as the blood began to fill her nipples and the pain blossomed to life. Removing the clamp from her clit she screamed again. Tortured sobs coming from her throat. Carefully he removed the jawspreader and then the mask. Letting her free from the chains he picked her up and carried her over to the bed.
Gently he began to kiss her. Caressing her face with his fingertips, he kissed over her cheeks, down her neck to her breasts, slowly licking and sucking her sore nipples, his tongue taking the pain from her. Slowly and gently he began kissing down to her sex.. paying attention to her navel and mound before placing soft kisses on her nether lips.
She began moaning as the pain faded away and was replaced by need. His gentleness with her driving her senses crazy. Her clit began throbbing, wanting the feel of his mouth on it. She moaned as his mouth took control of her senses.
As his tongue began lapping at her sex she arched deeply, crying out not with pain, but with need so intense she thought she'd die from it. Her hands wrapped in his hair as he sucked, licked, flicked her sex.
His arms wrapped around her thighs as she began to buck, holding her in place while his tongue expertly teased her. Working her into a frenzy of need. He kissed his way back up her body and claimed her lips in a deep kiss, their tongues fencing with each other. He pulled away as he began rubbing the head of his cock along her sex. She whimpered loudly, lost in the sensations.
"What do you need, baby?" He asked as his cock teased her slit.
"Oh Please Master. Please fill your slut..." he cut her off, placing a finger on her lips and kissing her silent.
"Shhhhhhhh, Love. Not Master. No slut. Just you and me," he whispered into her ear.
Tears came to her eyes as she looked at him. "Jared, fill me. Love me. Take the pain away."
Easing his cock into her he slowly began to thrust. Gently easing her higher and higher. She arched under him, her sex clenching him tightly as he thrust in and out of her. He sucked and licked her breasts, teasing her nipples, he could feel her sex quivering around him, warning him that she was ready to cum.
"My love cum with me, please.." he growled into her ear as they both exploded in a glorious release. Their bodies tensing, holding, locked in that moment of the purest pleasure ever felt. A high higher than any, they floated lost and yet together.
Collapsing together he rolled over, carrying her with him and held her as she shook, tears falling from her eyes as he held her, caressing her face and kissing her ever so softly.
"I love you, Rage," he whispered softly.
"I love you, Jared," she smiled and snuggled up close to him. She did love him with all that she was, would be, could be, and might be. With all of her soul. She was complete.
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