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  Finally, with one supreme effort of will, she swallowed, took a breath, and peeled off the dress. She blushed violently, feeling the man’s eyes on her quivering breasts.

  “Beautiful girl, come closer to me.”

  Jamie started to stand but he shook his head. “No standing, putita, not in my presence. Crawl to me on your knees.” Timidly Jamie sunk back down. More than anything she was surprised at her own willingness to obey. She crawled over to the man who without doing much had simply by his sheer presence cast a veil of possession over her soul.

  Her long eyelashes batted away her tears as she tried to follow his eyes as they washed across her body.

  Jamie was anxious he would recognize her underwear for what it was: a sexy looking nursing bra, Sha was mortified by what his devious mind might conjure. But the elderly crime lord seemed riveted on her lacy panties instead, and she felt him reach to push them down her legs. A sudden little giggle announced itself in her throat even though it she didn't permit it to escape her anxious lips. The man was acting like a boy on Christmas morning and somehow the girlish part of her was delighted to be the present he was so evidently excited to unwrap.

  “Now you may stand. Kick off your shoes,” he ordered. He seemed delighted to see how quickly she complied a big smile and the first tinge of warmth caressed his lips. In the semi darkness of the room his face suddenly seemed less harsh and edgy. The shoes off, unbidden Jamie reached to the lacy waistband of her dainty thong and slowly slid it down her long lithe legs.

  She had barely stepped out of her panties when he reached out and dipped one offending finger between her hot petals. Jamie gasped as he slid along her engorged clit and then watched as he brought his now wetted digit to his mouth. "The tastiest cream." She blushed harder and then remembered the precarious nature of her situation. An awful shiver sparkled down her back. He seemed to have read her mind and looked up peering straight into her soul.

  “I feel it is only appropriate for a new owner to take complete and full charge of his pet as soon as he possibly can.” Jamie whimpered softly tears rolling down her cheeks. She felt the man’s hand reach to hold her by the shoulder. His touch was surprisingly gentle and she detected a certain tenderness in the monster that surprised her. In his eyes she saw the ferocity which bespoke of punishments and pain ahead. But there was also a tenderness there. He was going to punish her. But she could clearly see that he was also feeling her pain! She sniffled and looked up.

  She wiped her face with the back of her hand. She did not want to be called his pet! And most definitely she did not want to be taken charge of by him. Or anyone else. Then again it occurred to her that she might make an exception for Rodrigo. But no one else! Oh God! Even her own thoughts made her feel guilty with remorse.

  "Shush, little one," the man said as he reached up to stroke the side of her neck with the back of his hand. "I promise you that the sooner you come to terms with your new situation here, the easier it will be for you to learn how much you can enjoy your new life.” His words scared her deeply.

  "Please, sir," Jamie lowered her eyes to his chest. His face was too scary. "Please let me go don't punish me.”

  His hand gently stroked her neck and shoulder. His fingers reached up to play with her soft curls that he combed through with almost paternal delight.

  “Shhhh. I will be as gentle as I can but some things need to be done for everybody's sake. I will make you a promise though,” he said and she looked up hopefully, but before she could speak, he put a finger to her lips and smiled "If you are good for your initiation tonight, I promise I will give you a treat in the end."

  Her lips quivered and she thought she was on the cusp of a nervous breakdown. He reached up and took her head in both his hands and brought it down so he could kiss her forehead. Jamie stifled a gasp. This man was full of contrasts! In one moment he could be vicious and sadistic, and in the next a tender loving father like the one she never had but always imagined. Mortified she wondered whether they weren't all facets of the same twisted desires clearly moving his dark soul. She was expecting his lips to come down and smother her mouth next, but to her surprise he simply helped her stand straight up again and nodded.

  “Yes, sir,” she stammered quietly sealing her fate.

  “My sweet little submissive American housewife. My pet,” he said softly. “Now take off your bra, darling. Show me your mama’s titties. Show me where from comes your baby’s daily nourishment.”

  Her anxiety caused by the tension of the moment made her nipples preemptively sensitive. They had engorged to almost double their normal size pushing against the inside of her maternity bra, two rigid points of pleasure that seemed as if possessed by a will of their own. She watched him glare at her as if daring her to object. Jamie’s body was slick with sweat and she could feel her blood pounding in her brain. Her rational mind new it wasn’t right but she couldn’t stop herself as she reached back and undid the clasp. She brought her arms forward and her bra fell unveiling her breasts for him.

  His sharp intake of breath was all she heard for a long while in the twilight of his study.

  Soon his hands reached up and engulfed her breasts and suddenly she could breathe again. His fingers were gentle but his skin was rough and the bitter sweetness of his touch tugged at strings of nerves that ended all the way down at the apex of her clit. “Oh, my God,” Jamie shook her head and closed her eyes, her body shaking.

  He pulled his hands away and she was ready to plead and barter anything he could possibly want for that touch of his to linger just a while longer. “Please,” she whimpered. He ignored her and stepped back.

  “You need to earn your reward first,” he said and automatically her eyes went down to the front of his pants, and yes, she could see the outline of his penis there. Without even dwelling on it, she found herself on her knees in front of him, her hands unzipping, her mouth open, her breath panting as she reached for his erection. The taste of him was what she craved with every irrational fiber of her being. She reached into the pocket unveiled by his receded fly and gasped feeling his vast hot girth.

  It was like she was enchanted by the shame and the pain of her humiliation and worry. They transmogrified themselves into pleasure and she felt cream trickle down her pussy and onto the gap between her thighs. Then she felt his hands on her shoulders gently but firmly restraining her back. She looked up at him tearful but this time it was tears of disappointment that fell down her cheeks.

  “Tell me you don’t want that, putita,” the man said huskily. “Tell me you want out. Ask me to release you, and I promise you shall be free.”

  She screeched one last whimper of protest. It was too much! It was unfair! She didn’t want him… This… Any of it… And yet she craved it all. It was unfair that he would be asking her to make that decision now in the heat of her passion. She wanted to cry.

  “This is your chance, woman,” he growled. She saw clear evil shine in his eyes where he towered above her. “I give all my slaves one chance to exercise their free will. This is your opportunity. Take it.” Even as he said it she couldn’t help herself but drop her eyes to the proud column of flesh that now jutted before her eyes. At the very tip, atop his piss slit, a crystalline translucent droplet of precum had materialized. It was all she could do to open her mouth and push forward fighting his restraining arms until he relented and her lips kissed his tip and suckled on its first gift.

  He groaned and it sounded so much like a monster awakening. “You have decided your fate, Jamie. From now on you are a slave. My slave. I will teach you obedience and in it you shall find pleasure. Your life belongs to my cock now. Open your mouth and loosen your throat.”

  The man cleared his throat. “There is something I need to do to you. It is part of your claiming to be mine. Over the years, I have simply not found a better way. I must apologize in advance. I can only sincerely hope that you don’t take that to be a sign of weakness. I can assure you that you will not find any special tr
eatment from me. It is just that I don’t plan on doing what I’m about to do on a regular basis. Still I find it necessary, at least in the beginning, when I am claiming a slave for the first time. Even though you are my slave and should not grow accustomed to such sentimentality from me. What I’ll do to you now is part of your first claiming. Were you ever in a sorority in college, Jamie?”

  The question took a moment for Jamie to comprehend given how remote its subject was. She felt stupid nodding with this man's cock in her mouth but did it nonetheless.

  “Well then you know what hazing is. This is what you will experience as your initial training which starts now. Don’t worry, I will guide you. Now just worship my cock, little slave.”

  It was shameful to Jamie. With her husband, and even Rodrigo, it had always been her choice to be with them that way. Even though Rodrigo was rough at times, she was the one who had first flirted with him, and this somehow made all the difference now.

  This man had introduced himself into her life without asking, insinuating himself in the most intimate possible way. And now she was on her knees servicing him.

  With her mouth. And she didn’t even know his name yet!

  With a start, Jamie realized that her daydreaming had distracted her and she was going through the motions of at times kissing his penis along its length, and then at others taking its head into her mouth and suckling on it, her cheeks hollowed out by this suction like she had grown used to doing with the only other two men she had ever known sexually before.

  But this man didn't guide her. He merely stood there offering has giant appendage like a tool for her to practice on. She couldn't help the feeling that it was all a test run and she was already anxious about what he would do when he took control of her mouth the way she instinctively knew he would. Open your throat to me, slave! he had said. She shuddered a tiny squeal escaping her lips. Immediately he answered with a deep growl, "MMMM," that is good. Make sounds. Let your little whimpers speak for your body's building realization," he boomed from what felt like a mile above her head.

  Finally, however he seemed to bore of her efforts and proceeded to start rocking his hips, thrusting himself in and out of her mouth, every time deeper, while he buried his fingers into her hair. Then he started guiding her onto him and then off again using her hair as leverage. It hurt her where her strands tugged at her scalp but then a different kind of discomfort took her mind away from the as she felt him touch the back of her throat with the wide mushroom of his penis. A couple of times he contented himself with stopping there but soon began thrusting. At first Jamie felt as if she was going to gag but soon her throat grew so sore from the painful battering that her gag reflex abated and the nameless man started sliding all the way into it like it was her vagina.

  "Gnnng!" The irrational joy that she hadn't eaten much for breakfast and her stomach was empty flooded Jamie's mind. What an idiot I am to be grateful for not puking on this monster's cock! But then she realized how deeply she craved him to move on from taking his pleasure in her mouth and bury himself where she truly squirmed for him.

  His strokes were long and fluid and he kept going at it, lubricated by her throat and mouth that were mysteriously eager to provide all the saliva his cock needed for her plunder. After a while though, he started to slow down and Jamie thought he was trying not to come just yet. Finally, he put himself all the way in and held her head almost gently cradling her in the back where he had gathered up her abundant thick hair.

  His cock was in deep and she was sure she could feel his heartbeat in her neck. "Look at me, slave," the man said but his words sounded oddly kind inspite of their harsh meaning. “I want to know if you can breathe. If you can, then I want you to reach back behind you and clasp your hands together. You must stay that way until I tell you otherwise. Or unless you cannot breathe. If you understand, clasp your hands behind your back now."

  Jamie was oddly touched by his concern. She took a couple of breaths through her nose just to make sure and then put her arms behind the small of her back and clasped them together and interlaced her fingers. Suddenly she felt vastly more vulnerable than ever. Her position made her pull back on her shoulders, her chest arched out and her breasts pressed up against the powerful thighs of the man and the material from which his pants were made out of.

  Jamie felt her heart throbbing in her head and suddenly was terribly afraid. For some bizarre reason her mind suddenly conjured up an entirely new cause for worry. Suddenly she worried what part of her menstrual cycle she was in? She hadn't been taking any contraception lately. Rodrigo always used a condom and her husband, well it was ages since they had last done it. Suddenly she was happy, almost gleeful, if this man came in her throat, then at least she wouldn't run the risk of getting pregnant by him. It was an odd thing to be dwelling on given how close she was to being suffocated by his meat and pushed past her sore battered throat. She didn't move and stood petrified impaled on his penis like an animal perched in some obscene contraption.

  The man just stood there for what felt like forever, his cock all the way in, past her throat and in her neck, his hands like two steel vices holding her head in place. Jamie felt his member relax a little and then a sensation of heat emanate from where she could feel the end of his cock was deep in her neck. It flowed straight down warming her chest with its fiery touch. At first Jamie thought he was spewing his cum and she was feeling his seed trickle down into her tummy but that thought quickly gave way to the horror of realizing that he was urinating straight into her! The hot liquid was his pee! The shock of that sudden realization had the force of electricity and she sprung to break free from his grip. But his hands held her steadfast with a preternatural strength and after a few helpless squirms Jamie realized that short of biting him there was simply no way out. For a long, agonizing second, she debated whether she ought to do just that and clamp her jaws down on him. He ought to know the risk he ran doing the horrible thing he was inflicting on her. And yet he held her in place with inexplicable calm and Jamie simply couldn't make herself to hurt him. That realization suddenly sapped all her energy and she resigned herself to her fate and knelt to resume her place at his feet and interlaced her fingers at her back submitting to her degradation.

  It felt like an eternity for the man to be done. If she didn't know any better, just going by the sounds he made, he continued to announce his pleasure in deep, throaty groans. Jamie's head swam with a maelstrom of emotions, too much to bear, too powerful to comprehend. Finally, the man having reached the end of his fluids shook himself up and down the tip of his cock vibrating in her gullet and withdrew. He bent, and drew her head back and peered into her face. Jamie was panting with the effort to keep pace with her thoughts and her motions.

  "Buena, putita," the man whispered. “You submitted to what I’ve often been told is perhaps the most difficult of the rites of initiation into my stable. Good girl," he said gently caressing her head her face wiping back her sweat and tears of humiliation. It was horrible I know but you did good. You're a good little putita."

  Jamie felt inexplicable pride, a sense of accomplishment. Her face was smeared with tears and her body was still shaking from her humiliation but somehow, she was beaming up at him. That was it! The worst was over! The man gently rubbed her head. The warmth of his hands was comforting and Jamie looked up into his face. Now that he had done his worst on her she felt able to see him in a different light. Maybe he wasn't that evil. He was just doing his duty. Claiming her for whatever reason.

  When he was done at last he kept her in place for a few moments more and simply talked to her. "I have trained many putas over the decades. All of them fight hard, and for most I don't even attempt that aspect of their claiming until I have put an O-ring in their mouth. But you, putita, I had judged you right. You didn't fight hardly at all. You gave up after merely a couple of tries. You learned to be my urinal almost instinctively. You knew your place right away. You are a natural submissive."

  Jamie had
nowhere to move and no option of talking so she merely thought about what this man who had so violently exercised his power over her had just said. After a moment, she felt the horrible peace of agreement wash over her. The thought that someone had so much power over her body that he could choose to use her mouth as a urinal was not only somehow logical but for some outlandish reason was causing her pussy that had dried up with the horror of her ordeal moments ago to get wet again. She was turned on! Oh. my God! I am worse than a Slut! What was it that he had just called her? A natural slave?!

  "Now get up. Go to my desk and open the black marble box. Inside you will find a long gold chain, two clamps at the ends. Bring it to me." He took her by the arm and helped her to her feet.

  As he said that he reached out and pinched her nipples. The sudden pain at her breasts jolted her out of her reverie and she hurried to comply.

  She padded barefoot back to him on jittery legs holding that gold shiny chain with two clamps at either end. It had to be her imagination but she was sure she could feel his urine sloshing around in her belly which no longer felt empty. How much pee had this man put in her? Without thinking her eyes flitted down to his crotch and she saw that he had arranged his penis into his pants. He looked immaculate in his suit and this made her that much more self-aware of her own nudity and helplessness.

  "Give it to me." He took the chain from her and told her to face him. She met his eyes and was about to attempt pleading with him again but her breath caught when he began playing with her left nipple until it was firm and taut.

  Then he applied the two jaws of the clamp that he held open with one hand around her nipple and released it. Jamie's knees went weak and her entire body felt overwhelmed with the sudden sickening feeling.

  Pain exploded in her breast and her hands flew up to grab at its source. But the man swatted her palms away and steadied her by the shoulder. He held her for a moment like that, until satisfied that she would not attempt to remove the odious thing from her breast, he moved to place the other side on her right tit.