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I was laying there on my bed. I glanced over at the clock; 3 AM. I rolled over on my back and sighed. Some nightmare I couldn't even remember had freaked me out and woke me up. I over on my side, adjusting my night shirt over my braless, panties body, so that I was more comfortable.

Suddenly, I heard footsteps in my room. I rolled over. Seeing nothing I thought to myself 'Must just be the dog' who I knew had a tendency to sleep in my closet. I rolled back over and started to fall back to sleep when I felt a hand clamp over my mouth. I widened my eyes and tried to remove it from my mouth when I felt a voice right next to me. It growled,

"If you remain calm, this will hurt a lot less. If you struggle than you will get hurt. Do you understand?" I nodded, tears streaming down my face. I knew if I tried fighting back, it would only get worse. So I kept my mouth shut. Hoping this wouldn't take long and he would either kill me quickly or steal my stuff and leave. I felt his hand brush my hair back and he whispered

"Yes, you will make a fine specimen for The Master." He rolled me onto my stomach, pulling my hands and binding them with some rope. He then bound my ankles. I took in a breath to scream but before I could a strip of duct tape was placed over my mouth.

"I told you not to struggle, bitch." I watched him pull a rag and a small bottle of chloroform out and he poured some into the rag.

"Lights out, slut." He clamped the rag over my nose and I lost consciousness.

I awoke later. When I opened my eyes, I wasn't sure if I had been blindfolded. I could hear an engine running and I figured I was in a car. And judging by how cramped I was, I must've been in the trunk. I was about to panic when the car took one more turn and then stopped. I tried to remain calm while inside I panicked. The trunk opened and I could not see anything so I knew I was blindfolded. My attacker scooped me up and threw me over his shoulder. I hear doors opening and I was soon dumped on my ass. I was removed of my blindfold and duct tape. I once again felt his breath on my ear as he spoke.

"Keep your head down and your mouth shut." I muttered under my breath,

"Bastard.", hoping he wouldn't hear. Unfortunately he did and he hit me upside my head. I heard a set of double doors open and a voiced announced,

"Presenting Master Drake!" I wanted so bad to look up at the sick bastard who ordered my capture but I couldn't. I quickly glanced my eyes up enough to see his clothes and his hands. He wore some kind of black button down shirt and red tie with black pants and black boots. I could hear his footsteps as he strode over to me. He soon stood in front of me. I held his breath, waiting for his reaction to me. He placed his hand under my chin and pulled up, forcing me to look into his magnificent eyes. They were a blue-grey; the color of a sea after a storm. I could see his perfectly chiseled cheeks and jaw line. A few of his short dark curls hung in front of his eyes. He was the most beautiful man I’d ever seen. I swallowed the lump in my throat and held my breath, waiting. He saw my nervousness and smirked. He stood up and spoke to the man behind me.

"This gentile flower is surely the most beautiful girl." hearing those words, I blushed. I had never felt like the most beautiful girl. I had tended to feel ugly a lot of my life. You see I had always been more on the heavy side. I was bullied constantly in school. And being only 17, my self esteem was practically non-existent. I once again felt Master Drake’s hands on me. Only this time he was reaching behind me and untying my hands and ankles. He helped me stand up and kept me from falling as I was still a little weak. He held me in his well firmed in arms and I felt even weaker in the knees. He spoke to me, gently.

"I'm giving you a choice, you know. You don't have to stay here. Say the word now and my attendants will bring you home and you can forget all about this. Or you can stay here, with me, forever." I thought for a moment. Thought about my life back home. I was constantly bullied, my mother ignored me, and my dad had died in combat. I had never felt the touch of a man. Let alone someone so beautiful and oozing of sexuality. I took a deep breath and reluctantly spoke,

"I will stay." A smile spread across his face. He caressed one cheek with his hand and whispered to me,

"Forget the life you once knew. I am now your future, your present, and the master of your fate. You will speak only when spoken too. And you will call me 'Master'. Do you understand?" I did not respond. I learned fast

"Respond." Permission to speak. I replied, barely audible,

"Yes" I stammered on this last word,

"M...Master." He chuckled.

"That's my girl. Now the only mystery that remains is what do the angels call you?"

"Rachel."

"Rachel, a beautiful name for a beautiful girl." He grabbed my wrist and began pulling me along.

"Now let's get you cleaned up shall we?" He led me down many hallways and told me the history of the house and his family.

"This house has been in my family for centuries. My great, great grandfather purchased the land in 1812. My parents died when I was 18 and I live a kind of lonely life. Part of that is having no family. The other part; well, I’ll explain the other part later. Ah, here we are." We stood outside a door.

"This is the bathing area. You clean yourself up while I find you something to wear." He opened the door and gently shoved me inside. The door closed behind me and I heard it lock. 'Crap' I thought to myself. 'How the hell am I going to get out of here?' I walked over to one of the showers and turned on the hot water. Letting the scalding water wash over my body seemed to help relax me. I started to lather up my body with a bar of soap.

"What am I going to do?" I muttered to myself.

"I need to get out of here. This guy, handsome as he is, is a psycho." I finished rinsing off and turned off the water. I noticed a towel waiting for me. I dried myself off and then walked over to the door. I knocked on the door

"Master, are you there?" I heard the lock click and the door opened slightly. He reached his arm in holding a hanger that had a simple black dress on it. I grabbed the dress, expecting a bra and panties next but then I heard him speak

"As long as you live here, you are forbidden from wearing a bra or panties." I pulled the dress on over my head. Without a bra or panties I felt exposed. Next he handed in a pair of ballet flats. I slipped those on and gave a sigh.

"Are you dressed?"

"Yes, Master." He opened the door, a slight smirk on his face. I looked away trying to avoid his gaze. He stroked his hand under my chin and forced me to look at him. His eyes were so hypnotic. I felt safe and secure.

"You are beautiful." He brought his lips to mine. I moved my hands to his chest to refuse him but he probed his tongue into my mouth and I relented to him. All I wanted was his body on mine. He pulled away smiling.

"I knew you would be mine eventually." He grabbed my hand.

"Come on." He led me into some sort of parlor room. He gestured to a couch.

"Have a seat." I followed his orders. He walked over to a cabinet and pulled out a bottle of wine. Pouring two glasses. He brought them over and handed one to me. I took it, my hands trembling. I had never tasted alcohol. I took a small sip. It was sweet with a slight tang to it. He set his glass down on the table. His hand moved to my leg. I felt so exposed, embarrassed. And my human instincts of survival kicked in. I began to cry and I asked him

"Master, please. Why me? You could have any girl you wished, why would you choose an ugly girl like me?" Through my tears I saw his expression become aggravated.
I stammered out an apology.

"I'm sorry master. I spoke out of turn."

He raised his hand and I flinched waiting for the strike, but it never came. I looked over at his face and he still appeared agitated but his eyes were softer.

"That was a warning. I do not want to hurt you but if you disobey my orders, the consequences will be severe." I nodded, wiping the tears from my eyes.

"The reason I chose you is because I saw the loneliness in your soul. I wanted to help you, make you feel loved. And remember, I gave you a choice. You chose to stay here with me." I swallowed the rest of my wine and nodded.

"You may speak."

"I know I chose to stay with you. And I don't regret that. I just don't understand your motives."

"Come with me." He led me through the mansion and down some stairs until we came to another door.

"This room will explain everything." he placed his hand upon the door and spoke in a language I couldn't understand. The door seemed to open like magic and he led me inside. What I said made me gasp.

There was a giant stone altar in the middle of the room. On that altar lay a black coffin. The only other thing in the room was a painting of a girl on the wall. This painting made me nearly faint. The girl in the painting, she looked exactly like me. I looked to Master with a confused expression on my face.

"Allow me to explain." He opened his mouth and two fangs shot out of his gums. I stepped back. Partly in fear and partly in shock.

"I am a vampire. I have been alive for 681 years. I was turned when I was 21 in order to save me from the plague. And then in the 1800s when I lived in London I met the most beautiful women I had ever seen. But upon revealing my nature to her, she fled in horror at what I was. But when one of my attendants found you, I knew I had to make you mine. I want you to join me, become my mate for all eternity." I had to let this all sink in. This man, whoever he was, was a bloodsucking creature of the night. And now he wanted me to be his mate, for all life. I felt like the room was spinning. I backed away from him against a wall.

"No... You...you're insane! The kidnapping, the sex slavery, I could handle that. But if you think I’m going to believe you're a vampire, you're sick." Out of nowhere I felt his hand strike against my face, knocking me to the floor. I could taste blood in my mouth. He grabbed my shoulders and shook me.

"Listen, bitch! Until this time I have been kind. But that's over now. You will be mine for eternity whether you like it or not. Until such time you become grateful for what I have given you, you will be treated like an animal." he pulled a pair of handcuffs from his back pocket and cuffed my hands behind my back. He jerked me up and began shoving me along. The tears were streaming down my face.

"Let's go." He forced me to walk until we came to his bed chambers. He dragged me in and threw me on the bed. He went to a bedside table grabbing a shackle and chaining my ankle to one of the bed posts.

"Let me go, you bastard! I'm not your mate and I’m not your whore!" I was answered with another slap to my face.

"SILENCE!" I shut my mouth.

"If you won't accept your situation then I will treat you like a whore." He ripped my dress from my body.
He then ripped his own clothes from his body. Revealing his perfectly sculpted abs. And an 8 inch cock that look nearly 3 inches thick. A moan of appreciation escaped my lips. He smiled at my reaction.

He then lay his body on top of mine. Our eyes met and he spoke to me in a low growl.

"I had planned to make our first time together gentile, romantic. But if you wish to be treated like a common whore, then I will." I opened my mouth to protest but before I could he rammed his tongue in my mouth. He probed around in my mouth. Exploring every little bit of it. He ran his cock up and down the entrance to my cunt. He pulled his mouth away and I let up a slight whimper. He poised himself at my entrance and started pushing himself in. I cried out in agonizing pain. It was too much.

"Ma...master, it's...its too big. Ah! Please, please stop!!" My pleas fell upon deaf ears. He continued to push into me until he hit that precious barrier.

"No! Please don't!"

"Shut up! Not only do I intend to take your sweet virginity, I plan on making you mine forever. Whether you like it or not." I began to cry once again. Begging him not to do this. But my worst fears were come true when he gave a hard thrust into me; tearing my hymen. The pain only lasted a second. Drake began thrusting in and out again. I began to thrash about. Trying to fight him even more. He grabbed my face.

"Look at me." he growled. My eyes were forcibly transfixed on his hypnotic gaze.

"If you continue to fight me, I will be forced to punish you even more. If you relent yourself to me, I can open up a whole new life for you. Full of passion, romance, and pleasure." I tried to calm myself down. Relax my breathing until my sobs became soft whimpers. A smile spread across his face.

"That's my girl." He continued pushing into me until I felt his whole 8 inches in me. He then began thrusting in and out. Starting slow but picking up speed. I kept trying to resist him but my body soon began to betray me. The pain and hate I felt was replaced by pleasure.

"God Rachel! You're so tight!" His member was so large I felt like I was going to be split in two. He moved his hands up my waist to my breasts. He gently pinched the nipples, causing me to gasp.

"Master! I'm going to cuuuuuuuum!" I could feel my orgasm building up in me. He continued his relentless pound until finally the climax came. I cried out his name, despite my orders.

"Drake!!" I felt his hot seed gush in me and my juices exploded around his cock. He rolled off of me and my body continued to quiver with echoes of the orgasm. It was the most incredible feeling in the world. Pure bliss. His hand continued to kneed my best. I bit my lip in pleasure. I rolled over to look at him.

"I'm sorry master. I didn't mean to call you by your name. I'll understand if you need to punish me." And I realized then, I was totally in his control. He realized that too. He moved to the bedpost and released my ankle from the shackle.

"Because you realize your mistake, I will let it slide." He moved me into a spooning position and pulled me close to him. He wrapped his arm around my waist.

"Soon, you will come to accept your true fate. But for now, rest my love." The tears began to well in my eyes but I slowly relented to sleep.
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anonymous readerReport

2013-06-06 15:55:19
Alexander Hamilton (January 11, 1755 or 1757 – July 12, 1804) was a Founding Father of the United States,[1] chief of staff to General Washington, one of the most influential interpreters and promoters of the Constitution, the founder of the nation's financial system, and the founder of the first American political party.

As Secretary of the Treasury, Hamilton was the primary author of the economic policies of the George Washington administration, especially the funding of the state debts by the Federal government, the establishment of a national bank, a system of tariffs, and friendly trade relations with Britain. He became the leader of the Federalist Party, created largely in support of his views, and was opposed by the Democratic-Republican Party, led by Thomas Jefferson and James Madison.

Hamilton served in the American Revolutionary War. At the start of the war, he organized an artillery company and was chosen as its captain. He later became the senior[2] aide-de-camp and

Anonymous readerReport

2013-05-31 22:32:29
I loved it :3 I write stuff like this a lot but you gave it voice bravo ^^ thank you for putting this up.

anonymous readerReport

2013-03-29 03:48:33
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anonymous readerReport

2012-12-21 14:53:42
Youre correct about Social Security in that if all the money weve paid into SS were actlaluy set aside that program would be self sufficient. Unfortunately, it wasnt. The money went into the general fund and has been used to fund other programs as well. In other words, SS has become just another way to get more tax revenue from US citizens. When one looks at the size and expense of the various programs the federal government is supporting with the tax revenue it gets, SS is one of the largest. This just tells me that we can, and probably will, see some sort of cuts in this program in the future because we cant sustain the overall debt that the government has created. I dont want SS to be cut either because I collect my check just like many others do. But I do think we will see some sort of cut-backs starting within the next 5 years, probably starting with dropping COLAs, and increasing the retirement age for younger workers. Before this happens, I just hope well unload the prog

ButchKittyReport

2012-08-26 13:54:31
Very good. Could use a bit of proofreading as there were some spelling and grammar errors but great all in all

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