EXTRACT FOR
Kala
(Slave Kala)

THE CONTINUED EROTIC ADVENTURES OF SLAVE KALA:

BENT OVER AND FUCKED



	I stood before my Master, hands docilely clasped before me. My name is Kala. I'm 5'2 and about 97 pounds fully clothed and soaking wet; I have a firmly muscled stomach slim waist flaring to wide hips a tight firm ass and smallish but pert b-cup breasts with small brown nipples. I am a Daveite a worshiper of the great god David; my Owner, well He's perfect in every way. 

	Smile on His face, He approached me slowly, reaching out for the hem of my dress, He ripped it down the neckline, torn cloth fluttered around my feet leaving me only in my lacy frilly blue panties. He gathered my hands together taking them up behind my back He stepped back then and I knew they were supposed to stay. I watched as He walked over to the table, picking up a length of green nylon cord; as He returned to me He doubled this in His hands so He had a loop to thread the other ends through. He bound my wrists together and I relaxed into the surrender of His Control; cruelly He pushed my wrists up high until I murmured just a little protest. He stopped, brought the remaining length of rope up then passing it in front of my throat, back around and down until it was tied again to the cord around my wrists; now I had to keep my arms bent up high or the rope would cut into my throat and choke me. 

	"That's a good girl," He said, giving my left buttock a light slap. 

	I made a little sound, a murmur of enjoyment, "yes Master." 

	He took a blindfold from His pocket, settled it around my head quickly, covering my verdant green eyes, limpid pools of verdigris warmth, which I was told, changed color deeper and lighter hues of gold flecked green; depending on my mood and the lighting. I stiffened at the swiftness of it but just as soon relaxed, feeling a little shiver of delight roll over in my tummy. He tightened the blindfold's strap over my shoulder length raven tresses, my world was night. His hand trailed down my bound wrists, tracing my spine with one knuckle, I shivered but stood a good girl, His hand found the space created between the small of my back and the panties, a gift from Him I'd picked out as He liked it. He tugged gently and slowly the panties slid down, finally pooling around my feet. 

	"Step out," He whispered into my ear, a breathy tickle of Command. 

	I did, and took a step forward at the urging of His hand on my back. Moments passed, I shivered oh He could move so utterly silently! I gasped when I felt His hand on my breast. He chuckled, I felt His fingers on my nipple pulling twisting, it hardened in response, a little brown nub of now rock hard flesh, He bent forward and I felt His beard tickle me as He took the nub into His mouth anointing it with His saliva. I was wet between my thighs, I always react so, I'm just a horny little slut, it doesn't take much to drive me wild, He released me from His mouth and I moaned. A second later I felt metal brush my tit, serrated jaws closed slowly almost gently over my nipple, finally gripping tight. I moaned again arching and felt the pull of the cord as it bit into my throat. 

	"Master." A statement of surrender. 

	"Be still," He chided gently. 

	I stilled of course, He kissed me almost chastely, no tongue despite my opening my mouth, as He fondled my other nipple which also hardened; but He didn't bother wetting it nor did He put a clamp on it, Him and His damn asymmetric bondage! His hand dropped down over my belly down between my legs. I moaned immediately as two fingers probed gently at my wet slit, spreading my outer lips. He made me squirm as He inched just a little way in. He stepped back, making me whine in protest. 

"Please Master?" I begged. 

It took a moment for His response, "Just stand there, slave." 

	I did; a minute passed, damn Him and His catlike grace. Another minute I couldn't tell if He was still standing in front of me or had moved elsewhere. A third minute, I was horny, wet, both nipples rock hard. I hadn't had sex for almost two days and He knows how much I need fucking. A fourth minute I was dancing in place whining, this was driving me crazy, it was the blindfold's fault I knew, that and the waiting. 

	He spoke from several feet behind me, "Be still Kala and quiet, or I'll make you stand there longer." 

	I stood still breathing harshly through my nose as I fought to keep quiet; my belly was doing little flip-flops of anticipation, my snatch dripped onto the mats of the playroom floor. I was hot; another minute passed, I couldn't take it much longer. 

	Suddenly I was reassured, I heard his clothing sliding slowly piece by piece to the mats, He was undressing. It wouldn't, it couldn't, be long now. 

	"Face me." 

	I turned to face the sound of His voice. A moment later I felt his nude muscular body (I was lightly muscular too, He insisted I work out, but nothing like Him) brush past me, He stood behind me; I could feel his thick 9-inch cock brushing my slit from behind. I moaned, making Him chuckle. I felt one powerful hand close gently but firmly over the back of my neck, He gently forced me to bend over, at first just a little but then right over so my head was level with my hips, I felt His other hand brush through the silky hair between my thighs, then move away. 

	I was breathing hard, ready for it, only waiting on him. His hands brushed over my ribs up and down, up and down, I was going to lose control, and I felt the whimpers barely stifled in the back of my throat. 

	"Spread your legs Kala," He said. 

	Immediately I complied, spreading them apart, opening myself fully for his access. He didn't fuck me yet, He bent over me and I felt his maleness pressed hard against my left cheek, He took one of my elbows, gently moving it in a way that made pain flare, I exulted; I'm a pain freak as much as a fuck slut, there is nothing my Owner can do to me I wouldn't like, if only He'd fuck me. He'd moved my elbow to get at my armpit, I felt Him suckle my shaved pit, lips taking my skin into His mouth, sucking strongly. I moaned again, He bit lightly not hard, just a nibble, He wasn't really into biting, but the sucking as it continued, well I felt myself ready to squirt. 

	"Please!" It was half an incoherent moan. 

	He pulled back, sounding amused. "What do you want slave?" 

	"Fuck me, please Master!" 

	One hand closed gently over the back of my neck another took one hip in a tender grasp, He entered in one smooth swift move, He didn't bother with a condom as I'd gotten a hysterectomy for him. I moaned as He took me, He moved with long hard rough strokes and I came almost immediately, ejaculating hard (yes I ejaculate). He was nowhere near done though, faster, faster He stroked until His hips rocked me with the force of His thrusts, thudding into me painfully, He would leave bruises I knew, but I didn't care. 

	I felt the pleasure mingled with the pain, building again as He continued to fuck me, it built cresting in waves until I felt his cock pulse inside me. I moaned as He gave a guttural gasp, He was close. A moment later He began spasming white hot ropy tendrils bursting out of Him and into me, it triggered my own response and I came again, the force of my cumming making me cry...it was 9 am and his day off, we had all day; deliciously I tried to imagine what He might do to me next. 

	"Thank you Master." I offered submissively. 

	"You're welcome slave," He whispered into my ear, draped over my bent over frame as He regathered His strength.