Message-ID: <22724asstr$950177400@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Message-ID: <25349208.950163969725.JavaMail.imail@goochy.excite.com> From: Aquillae Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=iso-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit X-MIME-Autoconverted: from quoted-printable to 8bit by sara.asstr-mirror.org id BAA19548 Subject: {ASSM} RE: Bernadette Unchained (01/?) ROM, ScFi, Inter, BM WF, First, oral Date: Thu, 10 Feb 2000 05:10:00 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, apuleius The following chapter is copyrighted and may not be reposted on any pay or free site without the expressed notarized written consent of the copyright holder (Author) and monitory compensation. Also, this chapter may not be archived on any story site. And only the author has the right to repost this and any other subsequent chapter to this novel in this newsgroup or any other newsgroup. (Dam! I hate having to write that legal stuff every time.) ;-P Now to the story. Sorry if it's a bit too . I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Any comments and/or suggestions are welcome. Aquillae Aquillae@excite.com BERNADETTE UNCHAINED CHAPTER 1 'Moonlight in the Barn' Copyright 10/30/1999, Revised 2/9/2000 by Aquillae Bernadette walked slowly into the dim cold barn. After a few bare footed steps on the coarse straw she stopped and hesitated for a few moments. But nestled within those brief silent moments her heart beat feverishly, thrusting her blood through her in a pounding pulsating rhythm. The quickness of her pulse echoed the quick light breathes she stole from the crisp air around her. The chill shock of the night air bit at her lungs and kept her mind focused on her present situation and the extreme danger she was recklessly placing her young life in. But not even the cool air could chill the thoughts that were racing through her mind. Thoughts of what she had been dreaming of during those lonely nights. Thoughts of what her body had been yearning for these past few weeks. Thoughts which burned her body and made her yearn deeply for their fulfillment. Thoughts she would go to any lengths now to bring to life. She continued slowly across the straw covered floor. Her nightgown was a mere wisp of a veil. Now damp from the evening mists it clung to her, revealing the soft full curves of her young sensuous body. Already fully erect from her arousal, her nipples tensed tighter as they strained against the thin fabric. Her long flowing hair, the dark red of an autumn sun set , flared out behind her in the cool breeze; the ends dancing below her hips. As smooth and white as fine porcelain her skin tingled with goose bumps. Like a frozen knife the air cut through her thin nightgown and rushed up against her inner thighs, stealing her warmth and replacing it with a cold kiss. She continued slowly across the straw covered floor. There was a clank of iron. Bernadette stopped and caught her breath. Since sneaking out of her bedroom she had been in a state of excitement. An excitement of young girlish naiveté broken now by the sharp clang of iron chains. Slowly she lifted her gaze. And there, less than two feet in front of her, stood Ja’Har, naked, and chained to the main beam. The moonlight, sending it’s dim pale soft white rays into the barn from the upper loft windows, cut across his tall well muscled dark skinned body. The years of hard labor in the fields had sculptured his body, making it lean and powerful. His thick black penis thrust outward, swollen to full erection from watching her body as she walked toward him. The slit at the head was already wet with liquid. Bernadette stood silent and gazed at the thick long penis. Carefully she took two small steps toward Ja’Har. Although still over a foot away from him, the head of his cock was now only an inch or two from her belly. Her heart began to beat faster. She swallowed hard. Her ears rung with the pulsating beat of her blood. Lightly she bit her lower lip as she tried to steal her nerves. After hesitating slightly she moved her right hand forward toward the thick shaft. Ja’Har glanced down to watch her hand’s movements. She moved her hand underneath it. She swallowed hard again. Then, with her dark green eyes fixed on his great length, she placed her thin white fingers against the dark black flesh of his cock. The width of him kept her from wrapping her fingers completely around him. The heat and hardness of him took her by surprise. She squeezed him lightly but firmly causing Ja’Har to moan and roll his head back. The wetness at the slit increased. And soon a small droplet fell to the floor. Gently she placed her left hand out and glided her delicate fingers over his broad chest. She could feel the thundering beat of his heart. His breathing was heavy. She listened for a moment, then realized for the first time how heavily she herself was breathing. The thought that he was aroused by her was thrilling. Thrilling in a naughty playful way which burned her body with desire and fueled her mind with thoughts of lust for a strong powerful man to take her in his arms and love her, to burn her deeply with the searing heat of penis, to touch her in the most intimate of places and claim her body as his treasure. Slowly Bernadette began to kneel in front of him, her fingertips tracing the lines of his muscles down to his stomach. Her fingernails lightly scratched his skin as she worked her way down past his waist to his crotch. Her left hand moved down to gently caress one of his balls. She settled herself into a kneeling position. The thick large head of his erect penis was now level to her lips. With her fingertips she began to stroke the large vain on the underside of the large shaft. Just below the head she moved her fingers in a small circle several times, then slowly glided them down the full length. Ja’Har’s penis jerked up slightly as the head swelled even larger. Another droplet fell to the ground. Ja’Har glanced down. The site and feel of those pale white delicate hands squeezing and rubbing against his dark black flesh fueled his lust for the young woman to nearly the breaking point. Her mouth, with those soft ruby lips so full and tender were only an agonizing few inches from the head of his cock. He so desperately wanted to reach down with his large hands and push the thick swollen head into her mouth and feel the release of his burning lust. But he knew that was wrong. That was not how this game was played. This was for her. All for her. He knew, however, if he was patient and controlled his lust he would get what he wanted form her later. But it was hard on Ja’Har. Very hard. She was taking too long with her playing. Bernadette opened her mouth slightly and leaned forward a little, bringing her lips as close as possible to his head without touching it. She hesitated. Ja’Har could feel her warm breath on his head, and it drove him wild. He clenched his jaw tightly and gripped the chains that held his arms up over his head. Her body was lit with a burning desire for him. A desire that had slowly built over the past few weeks into a hunger. A hunger that cried for the nourishment of his body. The hunger and need she had for him pushed Bernadette past the last hesitations she had for what she was about to do with him. Her tongue came out a little and moistened her lips. Then, extending it out a bit further, she slowly pressed the tip of her tongue against the slit of his head. Ja’Har released a slight moan of relief, then tilted his head back down to watch her. Bernadette was surprised by the sweet taste of the clear liquid. She pulled her tongue back into her mouth to savor the taste. Another droplet began to form at the slit as she stroked and squeezed his long shaft. But this time she wanted more than a small tasting. This time she wanted all of him. She wanted every drop of his seed that he could deliver. Slowly her hands slid across his pelvis and back over his ass cheeks. Firmly they gripped his cheeks, her nails pinching hard into his flesh. Ignoring the small droplet and its sweetness, she leaned forward until her lips were touching the tip of his head. Her lips parted slightly as she gave the head of his penis a kiss. While she kissed, she lapped up and down trying to gather as much as she could of the sweet liquid onto her tongue. The time for kissing was over now. Slowly Bernadette parted her lips a little wider. Then, with a slight lean forward, she sucked the head into her mouth. For a short time she savored the feel and taste of his flesh in her mouth then slowly she began to suck on him. Images of her lust filled dreams rushed through her mind. The wonderfully powerful sensations of his warm flesh within her mouth were more intense in real life than in any fantasy she had ever dreamed between the two of them. Hungry for the true taste of his seed, Bernadette was spurred on to quicken her pace and to try and suck more and more of his great length into her mouth. With quick thrusts Ja’Har began forcing his pelvis forward against her face, his thick long shaft ramming in and out of her mouth faster and faster, deeper and deeper. Bernadette was quickly losing control of the situation. Back against her throat he forced the thick head of his cock again and again. The sensations of her wet mouth wrapped tightly around his swollen head and shaft were intense. Ja’Har began to moan louder and louder as his body bucked wildly and his pelvis thrust harder and harder at her soft lips. Her eyes began to tear. Her throat became sore as she continuously gagged against the swollen head of his cock. In an effort to try and slow his aggressiveness and regain some control over him, Bernadette brought her teeth down against his flesh. He felt the pressure of her teeth lightly biting into him, but continued his thrusting and bucking, her teeth acting as another stimulus for his engorged penis. Her fingers griped into the flesh of his cheeks trying to hold his pelvis away from her face. She continued to bite down. Ja’Har stopped in mid thrust, his ass cheeks squeezed tight. A cry of shock more than pain escaped his lips as her bite past beyond the threshold of pleasure recalling him from the glorious throws of luscious ecstasy. Looking down at his torturer he cursed in a deep harsh voice. Bernadette released her bite and slowly pulled her head back away from him. His shaft, slick and moist from her saliva, emerged from her mouth. The thick purple head slipped out with a pop, trailing behind it a thin line of saliva back to her lips. She released her grip on his ass and slowly, very gently wrapped her fingers around the lower portion of his shaft. Glancing up she caught the pained, angry look in his dark eyes, and it hurt her. She turned her eyes back downward and saw before her the stiff erect mass of his penis glaring back at her. The skin about two inches below the base of the head was still marked with the impressions of her teeth. She leaned forward and gently placed a kiss on the marks. She kissed him again then looked back up into his eyes. The sympathy and love held within those pools of deep emerald expressed everything to him. She wanted to love him, not hurt him. She wanted him to love her, not hurt her. Slowly she began to stroke the lower two-thirds of his shaft. Then without hesitation this time Bernadette opened her lips and sucked the head into her mouth. When her lips passed the ridge of the head she stopped. She sucked on the head as her hands quickened the pace of their stroking. She soon began alternating between sucking and flicking her tongue all over the head while it was still in her mouth. Ja’Har rolled his head back and from side to side. The sensations of her mouth sucking on his thick head were more intense then his quick thrusting strokes before. His body began to tense up. His toes dug into the floor and began to curl. The muscles of his arms, shoulders, and chest bulged as he gripped the chains with his massive hands and pulled on them. The wooden beam the chain was looped around began to grown under the strain. He pushed his hips forward in a last convulsion as his body was flooded with the gripping sensations of his orgasm. The thick length of his shaft pulsated and jerked as she continued her stroking. The head of his penis swelled within her mouth. From the head’s slit a stream of seamen erupted. Bernadette increased the speed of her stroking hands. She continued to suck on the bulging head as her mouth now filled with his seed. The sensation of his creamy seamen erupting into her mouth and mixing with her saliva fueled her lust and sent her mind reeling with exquisite pleasure. After his fifth eruption Bernadette was forced to let the head slip out of her mouth. Her hands continued their stroking, now furiously working up and down the entire length of him. She worked the warm mixture of seaman and saliva around in her mouth with her tongue as she watched his seed continue to erupt from the slit and spray across her nightgown. As she swallowed his seed she felt it coat her throat. Seven more times the massive head shot forth a thick stream of seaman. Her breasts were soon covered in the thick fluid; it’s warm wetness seeping through the thin fabric of her nightgown and warming her skin. Now there was only a small amount that ran out from the slit and down the shaft, covering her hands and his skin as she slowed her stokes. Like a kitten she used her tongue to lap up the sweet liquid from her fingers. She savored the taste of him for a few brief moments, then tilling her head back, allowed the mixture to slide down her throat. Slowly and very deliberately she leaned forward again and blew a soft cool breath across the tip of his head. The cool sensations of her breath helped quench some of the fire that was burning through his overheated cock. With only the tip of her tongue touching him, Bernadette slowly licked up and down his great length cleaning off the seamen that had run down over his flesh during his orgasm. She wrapped her hands around the base of his shaft, lightly squeezed it, then moved her hand up the entire length. The head swelled as she reached the top. A generous amount of thick creamy white seamen emerged from the slit at the head. Bernadette quickly placed her mouth over his head again and licked all of the creamy seamen onto her tongue before it had a chance to run down the shaft. She pulled her mouth away from the head of his penis and looked up at him. This time she didn’t swallow his seed straight away. Instead, she kept the last pools of his seed in her mouth; her tongue playing with the thick creamy liquid as she moved it around in her mouth. Ja’Har’s penis, though still extended and thick, was no longer stiff and ridged. It hung down now between his legs. Bernadette traced her tongue up the full length from the tip of his head to his crouch several times. As her right hand lightly gripped his shaft she buried her face in his crotch; her tongue teasing his sensitive flesh. Slowly she worked her right hand up and down the length of his soft shaft. Her left hand came up, cupped his balls, and very gently began to massage them. His senses were slowly returning to him after the heady rush of ecstasy. The lust he felt for her body was quickly replaced with anger at the way she was using him. He tried to fight his rebuilding arousal and keep his composure, but her soft touch and wet tongue were too much for him. Angry with his weakness in her hands he turned his eyes away from the sight of her and focused on the chains that held his hands over his head. In his mind he brought up the images of suffering and hardship he had endured since his arrival on her father’s plantation. The humiliation of being bought at an auction like some ox or draft horse was the hardest memory for him to deal with. The prodding. The poking. The examinations. All endured as he stood naked and on display for their amusement. He remembered the jokes of his manhood they told with great big smiles and hearty laughs little realizing or believing that "the ape" could understand their language. The image of Bernadette’s father came up before his eyes. An image of a round, puffy, sweaty face plopped atop a plump round body that was stuffed into an ill-fitting business suit. Ja’Har was so focused on the images of his harsh treatment at the hands of her father he didn’t realize Bernadette had stopped stroking and licking him. With his cock now semi-hard and once again fully erect, Bernadette’s thoughts turned from satisfying his pleasures to fulfilling her own needs. Slowly she stood up. And as she did, she deliberately pressed her body against his causing the seamen on her nightgown to be rubbed onto his flesh. She stepped back away from him and slowly began to remove her nightgown. Finally Ja’Har realized she was no longer touching him. Fearful he had let his chance of escape slip away he looked down to find where she had gone. His eyes fell upon her just as the nightgown slipped down the length of her body and into a pile on the straw. His dark eyes traced back up the path her nightgown had fallen. Up her slim legs they climbed. Up past her thighs and over her hips they ventured. Then slowly they drifted down the inner slopes of her pelvis to the thick dark blood red of bush. The hairs nearest her lips were wet. The wetness causing the ends of the hairs to glisten in the pale moonlight. His erection stiffened. The thought of her tight, warm, wetness wrapping around his thick long shaft quickly pushed his earlier thoughts out of his mind. Her right hand slid down to cover her crotch, then pressed firmly against her body. The slick feel of her wet hair excited her. Slowly Bernadette began to rub the palm of her hand against her hair. The soft pale white skin under her hairs tingled with excitement. Her middle finger pressed through her lips to softly stroke her clitoris. She glanced up to see that Ja’Har was once again fully erect and ready for her. This time there was no hesitation in her movements as Bernadette stepped toward him. Placing her hands on his shoulders for balance, Bernadette lifted her right leg slightly and straddled Ja’Har’s long thick shaft. Shorter in height by several inches she forced his rigid hard cock downward as she settled her feet on the ground. She snuggled and rubbed her body up against his. The taut hard flesh of her nipples dug into the his chest. A spark of exquisite pleasure ran from each hardened nipple down the entire length of her body. Their hips brushed and bumped together. The thick fluff of her hair rubbed into the skin at the base of his crotch. Between her thighs his thick long shaft bulged, the head popping out between her ass cheeks. Bernadette opened her stance a little, then pressed her body down and nestled his shaft in-between her open lips. The heat of their two sexes mingled. Her hands slid down to once more grip his ass. Slowly she started to rock her pelvis back and forth over his warm flesh, the head of his cock bobbing in and out between her checks. While she masturbated against his cock, her tongue ran wild across Ja’Har’s chest. Wherever Bernadette found a trace of his seamen that she had rubbed onto him, she eagerly licked at it, savoring the vivid memory of how she first tasted it. Through all of this Ja’Har remained motionless. His body had already betrayed him once tonight. He was determined not to let that happen again, no matter what she tried to do with him. Slowly Bernadette began to notice the change in his mood. He stood cold and silent, ignoring her as a woman and as a lover. His cock, once hard and rigid, quickly softened. She slowed the rocking movement of her pelvis. She glanced up to meet his eyes. They were dark and dispassionate. Feeling ashamed and naked Bernadette stopped her rocking completely. She closed her eyes and lowered her head to his chest. In her mind she had built up a scenario of how this night would progress. This feeling of shame and neglect was never part of those scenarios. Too embarrassed to walk away from him, Bernadette remained nestled against his body. She wrapped her arms around his waist in a gentle hug, but there was no response from Ja’Har. The chilling bite of a cool breeze swept into the barn and across her backside, making Bernadette realize it was the strong grip of his embrace that she truly wanted most of all from him. She glanced up at the heavy chains that bound Ja’Har to the center beam. They were old fashioned iron chains, relics from centuries past, that her father preferred to use when he needed to instill discipline into one of his workers. She turned her head slightly and searched the posts that were nearest to this center beam. On the post to the right of her she found what she needed. Ja’Har, curious to know what she was searching for, followed her eyes and caught the glint of metal on one of the posts. He saw what she wanted. It was the keys to the chains. He moved slightly, but enough for Bernadette to feel the movement. She looked up into his eyes, gave a brief hesitant smile, then stepped away from him. Ja’Har watched in as she willingly walked over and got the key. As Bernadette walked back to him, he noticed there was no hint of playfulness or teasing in her manner. Bernadette reached up to unlock the cuffs, but was too short. She stepped closer to Ja’Har and stood on her toes. This time she reached the cuff around his right wrist. Struggling to fit the key into the lock Bernadette lost her balance and stumbled against Ja’Har’s body. She tried again, this time leaning against his body for balance. Ja’Har tried to focus his mind on the realization that he would soon be free. But the rubbing and bumping of her warm soft body against his as she tried to work the lock was too much for him to endure. Her firm full breasts pressed against his chest and rubbed in circular motions, up and down, while her nipples, hardening under the friction of her movements, dug into his flesh. The hot warmth of her sex brushing up and down against his thigh stirred his blood and quickly re-ignited his lust for her. Ja’Har finally gave up the struggle of fighting and accepted the wonderful sensations her body was giving him. There was a click of metal. He looked up and saw the cuff on his right wrist open. He freed his hand from the cuff as Bernadette stepped away from him. Cautiously she held out the key ring for him. Ja’Har grabbed the large metal ring, but Bernadette hesitated from releasing the ring. He looked at her. The sight of his powerful hand, nearly twice the size of her own delicate one, frightened her. Her mind broke through the excitement of her recent experiences and showed her just how easy it would be for him to kill her with those powerful hands. She looked up into his eyes. Ja’Har read the fear in those green eyes and it hurt him. "You wont hurt me?" her voice was quiet and cautious. He did not answer her. "Will you?" hesitantly she added. "No." Slowly she released the ring. Ja’Har took the key. As he freed his left wrist from the cuff Bernadette stepped back away from him. She bumped up against one of the posts and gasped in fear. Ja’Har looked at her. Rubbing his left wrist he walked slowly over to her. He took his time looking over her body, and guessed it was not yet midnight. His lips curled in a wolfish smile as he told himself there would be plenty of time before morning to enjoy her ripe young body and to carry out his plan of escape. Gently he cupped her chin and tilted her head up to face him. Her eyes meet his. He spoke to her softly as he lightly brushed her chin with his thumb. "Do you still want to finish what you started?" Bernadette did not answer him. She could not answer. Her heart was pounding so quickly from fear and excitement that she could hear nothing but the thundering beat of her blood pulsating in her ears. Ja’Har leaned in close to her face, his nose nearly touching the tip of her nose. He sensed the fear in her and it excited him. He could see the rapid rise and fall of her breasts as she quickly drew each breath. But he could also see the signals of her excitement. The light pink of her nipples were flush with color as they hardened in desperate want for stimulation. He let his eyes wonder down the length of her body. The beautiful thick mound of red hair stirred in him thoughts of her hot, tight, wet walls. Focusing on her red hair, Ja’Har wondered if she was still a virgin. She was certainly no innocent little girl. The way she treated his cock made that clear. But that didn’t mean she had been broken, yet. Most of the young ladies of the plantation set would practice and play with a sibling or cousin, but never allowed it to go very far or to jeopardize their virginity - the golden standard that marked her value in a marriage contract. The thought of tearing her open and burning into her mind forever the feel of her first cock, his cock, was too over powering for him. His cock bulged and filled with his rushing blood. It bobbed and twitched, desperate for the feel of her warm, tight, wetness. He swore in his mind he was going to have her, regardless of what she wanted or how she felt. Let her kick, scream, fight, or cry, he thought. He didn’t care. He was going to have her no matter what she did. Like a frightened rabbit being stalked by a hungry wolf, Bernadette stood still. She glanced down at him and was scared. The length and bulk of his cock appeared greater than when she had sucked on it earlier. Her frightened young mind brought up wild images of him holding her body down against the straw and dirt floor and forcibly raping her. The pain, she imagined, would feel as if he were trying to tear her body apart. "Please," Ja’Har looked up sharply at the sound of her soft voice. Their eyes meet once more. This time, however, Ja’Har didn’t see the fear in her young eyes. This time he saw the lust driven image of her face crying out in wanton passion as he raped her body. In a quieter voice Bernadette repeated the word, her soft green eyes wide with fear as they gazed into his. In his mind’s heated state Ja’Har eagerly accepted these words as a plea from her to take her body and pleasure her. He leaned forward and lightly kissed her on the lips. Bernadette relaxed a little and responded to his kiss by opening her mouth slightly. They continued to kiss. Bernadette relaxed a bit more, the fearful images of being forcibly raped slowly being subdued and pushed back by the sweet pleasurable sensations of his kisses. Her arms came up to rest on his broad shoulders, while he placed his strong hands on her hips. He broke away from her mouth and began working his kisses quickly down her neck. Bernadette’s body tingled with the anticipation of his mouth on her breasts. Ja’Har pulled away from her neck. She waited with her eyes closed for that sweet moment when he would suck one of her nipples into his mouth. The flesh of her nipples tensed in desperate longing for the electric shock that would race through her body as he nibbled and sucked on their tips. But the moment did not come. Bernadette continued to wait, anxious for the touch of his mouth to return. It finally came. And when it did, Bernadette was so shocked by the electric bolt racing through her body she gasped and arched her head back. Her eyes burst open in surprise. Looking down she saw his face buried in her thick red hair. She spread her thighs for him and Ja’Har quickly moved his mouth and tongue down to her moist lips. Back and forth she rubbed her pussy against his mouth and tongue. She lifted and spread her right leg allowing his tongue better access to her soft sensitive flesh. Ja’Har worked his mouth and tongue over her tender pink lips, his tongue lapping up her sweet juices. As his mouth moved up to suck on her clitoris, his right thumb slipped up between her thighs to press lightly against her opening. Bernadette let out a groan of sheer pleasure as she felt the pressure from his thumb press against her virgin flesh. Saving the sweet moment of first penetration for his cock head Ja’Har eased back on the pressure he was applying with his thumb. Pulling his mouth away from her clit, his right hand moved up to take over the duty of stimulating her. While he worked her clit with his right hand, his left was kept busy slowly stroking his thick long shaft. When he built up enough saliva in his mouth, Ja’Har leaned back in between Bernadette’s thighs, and using his tongue, pushed as much of the saliva into and around her vagina as he could to help lubricate her. He stood up. And as he did so, he forced his body between her legs, causing them to spread even farther apart. Bernadette opened her eyes and looked at him. She was greatly disappointed that he had stopped using his mouth on her. She could feel her body so close, so very close to orgasm. Ja’Har grabbed her by the hips, pulled her away from the post that she was leaning against, and quickly lifted her body up and onto his chest. Her head and shoulders were now above his head. For balance Bernadette wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling her body in close against his. A giggle escaped her as she looked down and saw the sight of his face squashed between the mounds of her breasts. Wrapping both arms around her waist, he slowly lowered her back down to him. When she was just about eye level with him he stopped and walked forward, bringing her backside up against the wooden post. He pushed his body hard into hers and kissed her. Hungrily the two kissed, their tongues searching the other’s mouth and tasting their own juices. Her nipples dug into his chest. Her legs wrapped around his waist bringing the burning heat of her crotch against his abdomen. Quicker and quicker she pushed and rubbed her crotch against him. The wonderful sensations were beginning to rebuild in Bernadette’s young body. Ja’Har reached down and grabbed the base of his cock with his right hand. He squeezed it hard. The shaft and head swelled even thicker, bulging to an incredible size. He leaned harder into her with his upper body, pressing her against the wooden post, as he tried to slow her bumping and thrusting hips. The moment had come. He was going to enter her. Soon the entire length of his thick long cock would be plunging in and out of her tight virgin pussy. Her lips, slick with her juices and his saliva, were ready to accept his great beautiful penis. Her hot moist lips spread open wide to accept the huge thick bulging head of his cock, the tip pressing up against the tight closed flesh of her hymen. She could feel the hot flesh of his cock head pressing now into her sensitive flesh. Bernadette knew it would hurt, perhaps even be painful. But the wild sensations rushing through her pussy wanted, nay craved for the powerful painful sensations that his bulging cock would give her. She was ready. And she desperately needed him now. With slightly more pressure Ja’Har forced the head of his cock against her flesh, but still it would not yield to him. He pressed the weight of his whole body against her. The tension in his restrained shaft, being held back by her flesh, was spurring him on to force himself harder against her. Her jaw clenched. Her eyes shut tight. Bernadette could feel the pressure of his attacks on her virginity build; It was an uncomfortable, unfamiliar sensation. The weight of his strong body began to crush her into the wooden post. Her innocent flesh was beginning to yield to the building pressure of his assault. Her body tightened and she gripped his shoulders in an effort to prepare herself for the pain of his final breakthrough. He pulled the head away from her, repositioned himself, then brought the head back up between her lips. The veins in his cock bulged under the tight grip of his hand. Angered by the difficulty he was experiencing in penetrating her, Ja’Har, with vengeful determination, deliberately forced the head against her flesh. He forced himself harder. Bernadette shut her eyes, held her breath, and dug her fingernails into his shoulders as the pain increased. Her flesh tore. With a rush of momentum Ja’Har forced nearly three inches into her, her slick virgin walls tightly closing around him. Bernadette caught her breath, shot her eyes wide open, and locked her muscles tight as her body was ripped with a piercing pain sharper than any she experienced in her young life. As her eyes began to tear, she could see Ja’Har looking down toward her crotch. Ja’Har adjusted his position and quickly began forcing more of his cock into her. When he had forced all he could into her, he released the grip of his hand on his shaft and gripped her hips tightly with both hands. He pulled several inches out, then forcefully thrust the whole length back into her. The gasps of her broken breathing were the only cry Bernadette could manage against the pain that was tearing through her body. She felt as if she were being split in two; the powerful rough thrusting of his hard cock acting as the iron spike used to spilt her young body. His breathing was erratic and rough. His thrusting became quicker and harder, then very suddenly stopped. His body remained clenched forward in the midst of a thrust as his hands gripped into the soft flesh of her hips desperately trying to shove his cock in deeper. It was with exquisite pleasure that Ja’Har felt his seed rush up from his balls and out through the vein in his cock and into Bernadette’s virgin womb. After relishing in the pleasure for a few moments Ja’Har slowly pulled himself out of her. She still held onto him tightly, her eyes shut against the pain. Slowly he carried her in his arms back to the main beam. Once there he placed her feet on the straw. Bernadette allowed her muscles to slowly relax as her mind began to realize that the painful thrusting was finally finished and his cock had been removed from her body. She was terribly sore and noticed for the first time the sensation of something lightly trickling down the insides of her thighs. As Ja’Har lifted her arms up over her head she looked down at her legs. Dark streaks of blood stood out against the white porcelain of her skin. Down her thighs and on the straw covered floor of her father’s barn her virgin’s blood flowed. Into a small puddle it pooled, mixing with the straw and dirt of her father’s barn. Her virginity was gone. And with it went the only thing of value her father could use as leverage in a marriage agreement. There were two quick claps of metal. Bernadette looked up and saw her hands cuffed in the iron chains that had once held Ja’Har. He lightly gripped her jaw and turned her face to him. In his eyes there was a sparkle. The corner of his lip curled in a roguish smile as he pictured in his mind the scene of her father finding his pride and joy chained and naked like one of his disobedient slaves with her virtue stolen. Stolen by him, a man bought for a price. At price far less than the blood that now dripped to the ground from between her legs. He leaned forward and kissed her on the lips. Bernadette closed her eyes and did not return his kiss, her mind racing with fear at the thought of him rapping her again. Perhaps even forcing himself into her ass. She clinched her ass tight at the horrible thought. Soon she realized that his lips had moved away from hers. She waited nervously for his assault to re-commence, the whole time quietly cursing herself for unchaining him. When his touch did not return, Bernadette opened her eyes. Ja’Har was standing in front of her dressed in the dirty work clothes he had been forced to live in ever since his arrival on her father’s plantation. A broad grin was on his face. Casually he brushed her long hair back off her shoulders so that her front was completely exposed. "Don’t forget to tell your poppa I said thank you for the going away present." Then with a pat on her ass he added, "And if it’s a boy, give him my name. Ja’Har." Her mind reeled. She tried to concentrate and figuring in her mind her cycle of days. But in the cool barn, naked, chained and scared her thoughts kept returning to the singular thought of her conceiving his child. Images of her father venting his anger rushed through her mind and she started sobbing. "Please, don’t leave me like this." "This is how your father regularly left me." "But I never did." She look into his eyes for pity and found none there. "I set you free." "Would you do it again?" Bernadette lowered her head. After a few moments he repeated his question. "No." she answered quietly. "I thought so." Ja’Har turned and quickly marched toward the door. Bernadette turned and stared angrily at him through her tears. "You wont get away with this!" "Oh, I wont?" he called back over his shoulder. "That’s right. Every trader and smuggler in the ports will know your a slave. You’re dressed like one and you stink like one too." Ja’Har stopped and thought for a moment about his clothes. Turning, he walked slowly back to her. "And when word reaches them about the bounty on your miserable head they’ll turn you over faster than you can spit!" He was standing up against her. "So I stink. What should I do to change this?" Slowly he began to play with the key ring. The keys dancing just in front of Bernadette’s eyes. "I could go into the main house and take a bath." A big broad smile appeared. "Who knows. Perhaps momma or little sister will be awake and" "You go in there and my father’s men will cut you to pieces." She cut him off with the threat not wanting to think about the situation he was describing. "Maybe. Maybe not." he didn’t say any more, but walked off toward the wall of tools. Bernadette watched as he took a machete off the wall and tried several practice swings with it. He looked back at her and said smiling, "A little ‘too’ big perhaps." Finally he decided on a small pruning knife. Then just as Ja’Har was about to leave the wall he caught out of the corner of his eye something that made him stop. There was a curl devilish glint in his eyes as he turned to face Bernadette. She felt as if he was raping her again with those dark eyes. He walked a few paces down the wall and turned to face it, his body blocking her view of what he was doing. After a minute Ja’Har turned and walked back to her. Bernadette’s heart froze in terror. Coiled in a loop around his forearm was a leather whip her father had often used. She struggled and pulled against the iron chains trying to get free. Quickly Ja’Har grabbed both of her thin wrists in his left hand and stopped her before she injured her arms. To her relief he unlocked the chains. As she felt the grip of his hand loosen, Bernadette prepared herself for the moment when he would release his grip and she would be free to run. But he didn’t release his grip completely. Instead, Ja’Har tucked the knife into his belt and the key ring into a pocket in his pants. Then with both hands over her head, he pulled the whip off of his arm and unraveled it while still holding her wrists. As she saw the black leather dangle down in front of her eyes she was once more filled with terror at the thought of him using it on her. "I’m going to release your arms. If you run, I’ll catch you and make you very sorry. Understand." Bernadette didn’t hear him. Her mind was locked on the swinging black braid in front of her. Ja’Har slowly released her wrists. To his amazement she kept them up above her head. He took the whip and stepped behind her. Even with her wrists free and the whip removed from her sight Bernadette remained frozen in place her eyes focused ahead of her. Like a small animal her fear kept her paralyzed in the hope that he would keep walking and leave her in peace. Bernadette caught her breath as she felt the leather braid wrapped around her neck. Before her hands could reach it, the whip was knotted and closed snug around her throat. Ja’Har leaned forward and spoke into her left ear. "Now I don’t have to worry about you running away from me." She gripped the leather braid. "What are you going to do to me?" "I’m going to take your advice." He notice her puzzlement and explained. "I’m going to wash my smelly body and toss away these dirty clothes of a slave. Then, I’m going to splash on some of that smelly perfume your father uses and take some of those fancy clothes too. Then I wont be recognized as a slave, but as a man. A rich man like your father." "And me?" "You’re going to be my guide through the main house." His voice took on a deliberate tone, "One cry or call and you’ll be the first one to die." He nudged her in the back causing her to stumble forward. With a quick jerk of the whip handle he pulled her back to him. "Don’t get too far ahead of me, little girl." "Bernadette." she hissed back at him. "Then let’s go, Bern-a-dette." She walked toward the barn door keeping a slow pace. Close behind her he followed like a master walking his pet. But before she reached the door, it opened. And there, in the doorway, stood a sweaty, heavy-set man dressed in the tattered faded clothes of a privateer. In one hand he held a communicator; it’s lid open. In the other hand he held a laser pistol. Behind him stood two more men dressed in the same style, and both holding more powerful rifles. Before Ja’Har could take in the situation and react, the heavy-set man fired his pistol. The pistol, aimed true, hit Ja’Har squarely in the chest and knocked him backwards. His fingers gripped tightly around the handle of the whip as the electric shock surged through his body. As he collapsed to the floor of the barn, Ja’Har pulled Bernadette down with him. Ja’Har lay face down in the dirt and straw, his body motionless. Beside him, Bernadette tugged and pulled at the whip cord, now tight around her neck, as she struggled to rise to her knees. There was a crunch of straw from behind her in the direction of the hay loft. Bernadette turned and looked up. Standing at the base of the ladder leading to the hay loft was Raquel, her younger sister, wearing a long gray woolen robe. In her hand was a communicator; its lid was open. Raquel smiled to her sister, then nodded to the heavy-set man. Bernadette quickly turned and saw the heavy-set man pointing his pistol at her. Her body froze in terror. Her mind went blank. She heard him mutter something as his thick face curled up into a grotesque grin. "Pleasant dreams, sweetie." There was a flash of light that blinded her. Bernadette collapsed motionless across Ja’Har’s body. Raquel walked toward the crumpled figures of her sister and the slave, a smile playing across her fine delicate features as she thought for a moment of leaving them there together for her father to discover. But she had made other plans for Bernadette and her slave lover. The heavy-set man motioned for his two companions to enter and take the bodies. As the two men dragged Ja’Har’s body out of the barn, Raquel walked over to the heavy-set man. She watched as he casually pulled out a small leather pouch. He tossed it to her, and chuckled as she was surprised by it’s weight. Eagerly she untied the string and pulled it open. "It’s all there." He commented as she began to count the thick gold coins, "Mr. Robinson never short changes a business associate. At lest not knowingly." She glanced up at him. "It better ‘ALL’ be here, or your Mr. Robinson will be visited by the imperial forces. And facing a charge of rape and kidnapping." "That might not be such a bad thing. It would surely help me take over his operation." The two men smiled to each other as they heard this. "Mind your business you two, and finish up your work. I want to get back to the ship before the sun comes up." The two men grabbed Bernadette and started to pull her out of the barn by her hands. "Here! Careful there." The heavy-set man shouted at them. "That piece of flash is worth more than to both of you combined, and then some." They lifted Bernadette’s body and carried it out of the barn. The heavy-set man followed them out. Raquel stood alone in the quiet barn reflecting over the events that had just happened and the new possibilities that had just opened up for her. With a grin the heavy-set man poked his head back in and quickly remarked, "You’ll let us know if you have any other sister’s you wish to have ‘removed’, won’t you, dear lady?" As he approached the truck, Mr. Robinson saw the two men placing Bernadette in the passenger cabin. When they had finished he announced that he was driving and ordered them into the back section with Ja’Har. With a cargo this precious Robinson was taking no chances. He climbed into the driver’s seat and started the engine. Then as he struggled to shift the vehicle into gear he called back over his shoulder, "Make sure that guy’s in secure back there. I don’t want him all banged up." With that Robinson released the break and stomped down on the gas peddle. The truck lurched forward in fits as Robinson tried to remember how to operate a combustion engine with a clutch. In the back the two men and Ja’Har were bounced and jerked around badly. End Chapter 1 Aquillae Aquillae@excite.com "A satisfied virgin is a virgin no more." 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