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CATLYN 2: Valentine’s Day by WojoMartin Catlyn found the love of her life in Nick, and their sweet lovemaking is wonderful. But there are hidden desires beneath the surface of both kids. Their love will face great challenges as they discover who they are deep inside. Teen male/teen female, domination/submission, anal, spanking, pissing. The next year was a magical one for Cat. Nick was a wonderful boyfriend, endlessly considerate and smarter than she had realized at the start. That became clear to her when they were arguing over Somerset Maugham’s Of Human Bondage, a required novel in an English class they shared. “When I saw the title I was kind of hoping it was about something sexy,” Cat joked, “but it’s about a guy who’s painfully shy because he has a club foot.” “No it’s not.” “Yes it is. Have you been skipping out on doing the reading, Nick?” “I always do the reading, Cat. Not all of us are capable of bullshitting our way through a discussion about a book we didn’t read.” “Dubliners was impossible to really understand. I wouldn’t have understood it any better if I’d actually read the whole thing. I just kind of looked up stuff about it online. But Bondage IS about a guy who’s painfully shy because of his club foot.” “No it’s not. I think you’re missing something big. You absolutely love Buffy the Vampire Slayer, right?” “Best show ever. Tiny girl kicks everyone’s ass.” “And on the show Tara is a powerful Wiccan, and a very beautiful girl.” “And a sexy lesbian,” Kara added, not looking up from her biology notes. “And a VERY sexy lesbian, but aren’t they all?” Nick said, smiling at Kara. They had become good friends over the year he’d been with Cat. Kara now looked up and blew him a kiss. “But, Cat,” Nick continued, “why is Tara shy?” “Because she thinks she’s part demon and she’s afraid everyone is going to find out.” “Wrong, wrong, wrong!” he said. “Tara is shy because she’s shy. Philip isn’t shy because of his club foot; he’s shy because he’s shy. People like you who have a commanding and compelling presence always think that shyness is either a choice or a condition caused by something else. Shyness is its own thing. Most of us who are shy are shy because we feel like if we speak we’ll probably embarrass ourselves or do something else that will lead to an awkward situation.” Cat realized she had missed a huge part of the novel, and of human nature. She sat quietly for a moment, processing everything. “You’re right,” she said at last. “Thank you, Nick!” Kara cried. “I’ve sat in classes with Elfie for years, and I’ve never heard her end a debate with those two words before.” Nick looked at Cat, his shyness kicking in again. Cat could tell he was afraid he’d embarrassed her. But she had to ask him one more thing before she moved on to touching on something he’d slipped into the middle of the conversation. “Are you shy more because you’re afraid of embarrassing yourself or because you’re afraid of embarrassing someone else?” “More the second, I guess,” he said after reflecting for a moment. “Nick, do you really think my presence is compelling and commanding?” “Of course it is,” he said as if the notion was as obvious as the snow on the ground outside. “You know,” Kara said. “I suddenly have this strong compulsion to go down to the study lounge. I would say that I’ll likely be gone for at least forty-five minutes.” “See ya,” Cat said, getting ready to pounce on Nick. “I’m taking the popcorn with me,” Kara declared. “I don’t think you’ll be needing it.” She took her big bowl of popcorn, an almost omnipresent sight when Kara studied, and headed for the door. The latch hadn’t yet clicked all the way shut when Cat began to assert her commanding and compelling presence into Nick’s arms. She ended up being glad when Kara took more than forty-five minutes in the study room. They took it really slow the third time that night. As time progressed, it pleased Cat more and more to have her boy proving to be an intellectual equal. He’d never patronized her; that was part of the reason she loved him. Now, she realized that she had been slightly guilty of patronizing him. She had always felt she was a little smarter. She made damned sure not to underestimate him that way again. But Nick was more than just a good boyfriend and companion. He was the love of her life. He set her insides on fire when they made love. Cat became as devoted to him as he was to her. That was why it was such a shock to both of them when he began to show signs of discontentment. He never said a cross word to her about whatever was eating at him, and he seemed to try ever harder to love her passionately. But too often, especially after they finished making love, he would fall silent, even more silent than usual. Cat compensated by being happier than ever, letting him know how wonderful he was. But she sensed her efforts were becoming almost shrill. She had planned to wait a little longer to give him time to finally admit what was bothering him. But on the afternoon of Valentine’s Day her mind was on the future of their relationship, and the burning need to address the issue, whatever the hell the issue was. She set aside the wonderful card he had given her and finally asked the most important question. “Nick? Do you still love me?” He laughed a little, thinking it was just a bit of romantic play. “More than ever, Cat,” he said with a broad smile. But then he saw the worried look in her eyes. “Catlyn Brigid Shane, I love you more than ever.” “But you haven’t been happy lately. Is the steady relationship too much?” she asked trying to sound calm and reasonable, but almost sobbing when she added. “Do you need a break from me?” “I would die if we broke up, even for a little while, Cat.” Then maybe it wasn’t her at all. Maybe it was something else entirely. “Baby, I think you should see somebody. I think maybe you have depression. A lot of college kids get it. There’s no shame in seeing a counselor, and it’s free for students.” “Cat… it’s not that. It’s just that… it’s just that… I think I’m a really awful person.” Cat almost wanted to laugh. Nick was the furthest thing from an awful person she had ever met in her life. He wasn’t just kind and considerate toward her. He was decent and gentle with everyone he met. “How in the world did you come to that conclusion?” she asked, trying not to make him feel ridiculous for saying such a thing. “I’m not sure I’m ready to talk about it.” He looked down at the floor. This was the Nick from the beginning of their relationship. Cat had fallen in love with him, but she had gradually come to depend on the version of him that was more confident with her. “Get ready, Nick, because it’s causing both of us a hell of a lot of pain.” She took his face in her hands and tilted it up toward her. “Cowboy up and say it.” “I keep seeing myself… doing things to you. Things that are kind of maybe sick.” “Sex things?” “Yes, baby. Bad, bad sex things.” She had always been the sexually aggressive one. Nick was probably too careful about how he treated her. Every girl wants a boy who respects her, but Nick almost took that too far. “Tell me about them. Maybe I’ll want to do them.” “You won’t. You’re a strong confident woman, and I can’t imagine you ever wanting those things.” How far was Nick looking to go? Cat might surprise him. “Nick, it’s eating you up. Just tell me.” “I want to… dominate you.” She didn’t like that word. She was growing more and more confident every day, but she was still tiny, and she hated the way so many boys just tried to take charge of things. Too many of the girls in the dorm had alpha male boyfriends who more or less ordered the girls about. But Nick wasn’t that type. He probably just wanted a little more say in the way their sex life went. He deserved it. He had always done anything she asked. “You can be in charge, honey. I know I’m kind of bossy, but I’ll shut up and let you take charge of the bed sometimes.” “It’s not just that.” He seemed to be far away, wrestling with his thoughts. After a moment he realized what Cat had just said. He smiled at her in genuine gratitude for the respect she was showing him. “Thanks, though.” She waited for him to continue, but he didn’t push forward. “Goddammit, Nick! Just tell me what you want!” Nick stood up and moved to the window. He was afraid to look at her. “All my life,” he said, “I’ve been the good guy.” “The best. You should be proud of that.” She moved to stand behind him and slid her arms around him, resting her head on his back. “I guess I am proud of the fact that I work hard to be nice to people. But I need one place, one part of my life where I am not the nice guy. I need a way to let out all the dark things inside of me.” “Dark things?” That didn’t sound any better than when he had used the word ‘dominate.’ Cat stepped away, but took his hand to turn him toward her. “This is getting a little scary, Nick.” He raised his free hand to her cheek and touched her gently. “I don’t ever want to hurt you, Cat. I would die before I did that.” He moved past her, wanting to be out of physical contact with her when he talked about the things he thought were so dark. “But when I get sexually excited… I want to be someone I’ve never been. I want to be demanding and… and commanding. I want to have you do absolutely anything I ask. I want to make you submit to me.” Cat felt sick to her stomach. Was this really coming from her big teddy bear? From the boy who worshipped her? From the boy who almost always let her have her way? “I can’t be like that, Nick. All my life I’ve been afraid of people expecting me to be weak because I’m little. I can’t submit to anyone.” “I know, Cat. And that’s where the whole thing falls apart.” He turned back to her. He took her by both hands. “You are my dream girl. You’re so beautiful and sexy, and you’re so smart, and you have the strongest will of anyone I’ve ever known. I adore you and can’t imagine myself with anyone else but you. Still, I need to be this other person, and that means you would have to be someone you’re not, too. So, I dream about things that I should never dream about with a girl like you.” Again, he felt compelled to move away from her so as not to have to share his shame with her. “Things that no one should probably ever dream about with any girl.” For the first time in their entire relationship, Cat was genuinely afraid that they were about to encounter a big, big problem. “Like what sort of things?” “It doesn’t matter, Cat. I just have to get over this and square myself away.” “Baby, let’s just get it out there.” “Don’t push me on this, Cat, please.” “You know I won’t give up on this, Nick. So, either now or after we spend a couple more months being miserable, I’m going to get this out of you.” “Fine!” he snapped. It was the sharpest word he’d ever spoken to her. “I’ll tell you, and then you’ll throw me out and get on with your life and find somebody who’s not a fucking sicko!” “That’s not going to happen, baby.” He turned and met her gaze. “Yes, it will.” The expression on his face was the grimmest she had ever seen from him. “You see, I want to come into the room and call you my little whore and have you strip naked and kneel in front of me. I want to grab you by the hair and force you to take my whole cock down your throat. I want to put you down on all fours and have you beg me to stick my cock in your ass. I want you to be my bitch and call me master.” Nick had just described every fear Cat had ever had about a boy. She might be a tiny little thing, but she was the Power Elf, and that meant she was strong. She wasn’t about to let any boy, ever, treat her like she was his little fuck doll. She might look like a toy to some boys, but she was a real woman, and no one would ever be allowed to treat her like that. “You poor, sad, sick son-of-a-bitch,” she said sadly. “Get out.” “I will always love you,” he said softly. “But I don’t deserve you.” He walked out of her room, not crying, but the expression on his face showing more pain than tears ever could. Cat threw herself down on the bed. She allowed herself tears. She allowed herself more tears than she believed were possible. The Nick she loved was gone, replaced by this perverted creep. Worse yet, the Nick she loved probably never existed. How long had these sick fantasies been boiling inside of him? When they made sweet love had he really been imagining her as a sniveling little whore? Cat had given her virginity and a year of her life to a boy who was as bad as the rest of them, maybe worse than the rest of them because he pretended to love her when all he wanted was a little bitch to call him master. And she wept because he had come so very close to achieving it. When he first mentioned needing some control she had willingly said she would take orders sometimes. What would that have become if he had been clever enough to work his way into that slowly? Cat shuddered as she imagined him breaking her down bit-by-bit. He could have done it. If he had been clever and deceitful, he could have gotten her to do almost all of the things he had asked for. If he’d been patient enough, she thought with a touch of horror, he might have gotten all of them. If he had kept pretending to be the boy who adored her and asked for each of those things one at a time he might have led Cat to slowly become his little toy. There was a side of her that fed on shame and pain. Nick must have known that by now. A clever boy could have exploited it if he was patient. But he hadn’t been clever. He’d stupidly blurted out his whole litany of perversions. He was a sicko, but thankfully, he was a stupid one. All these thoughts occurred to her over hours of weeping and cursing him. Thankfully, Kara had gone to a hotel with Teagen for Valentine’s Day. Kara would have wanted to be here for this. One of Cat’s roommate’s few disappointments in their friendship was that they never got to be sob sisters. Well, they did, but it was only when Kara was breaking down and Cat consoled her. If Kara had been here, she would have joined right in on the weeping and the cursing and probably kept Cat going all night. And in the end, Cat would have regretted that. It was still well after dinnertime before she gained control of her tears and put on a brave face. She was the Power Elf, and she was strong. The time for weeping was over. She needed another outlet for her inner turmoil. She changed into her workout gear, and even pulled her little pink half-shirt from the laundry. The Power Elf was strong, and she was going to the one place she could prove it. The fitness center was almost abandoned on Valentine’s evening. Only one other girl, a tall thin beautiful brunette, was working out at this hour. Cat noticed she wore an engagement ring on her finger. Her fiancé must have been working or at a night class. When her workout was done, this beauty would go home and wait for him. Then he would take her. He would pretend to love her so that he could have his way with her. That’s what boys did. That’s what they were. Cat tore into her normal circuit, but went one plate or disc heavier on every single machine. Her muscles ached and burned. They were getting stretched and pushed more than they ever had before. It was agony, and it was wonderful all at the same time. It reminded her of losing her virginity to Nick. She pushed that thought away. She was almost done with her circuit before she began to hit a point of clarity. How could Nick have been that stupid? Didn’t he know how she would react when he laid his sickness out before her? It was all so clumsy, even for him. He was shy and awkward, but he had never been dumb. So how come he had blown it so badly, basically forcing her to throw him out? As she lay face down on the bench, doing calf-curls, she repeated the last line of reasoning. Nick had practically forced her to throw him out. Why? A year of knowing Nick, and his genuine agony in the last few weeks all came back to Cat. Nick wasn’t being clever because being clever and deceiving her was against his nature. He had been intentionally clumsy because he wanted her to throw him out. Hell, he had even planted the idea of throwing him out into her head. Was that some backdoor way to break up with her? No. He was shy, but he wasn’t a coward. There was only one reason he would have done it the way he did. He was protecting her. He was protecting her from the things he wanted to do, the things he knew he might have gotten had he taken the slow road and made the smart play. By laying them all out like that in such a grim fashion, he had guaranteed her negative response. In those few moments on the calf machine, Cat turned her whole view of the situation upside down. How dare he? How dare he think she needed to be coddled and protected? She was the god-damned Power Elf! She didn’t need to be sheltered from the big, bad man inside her sweet boy. The things he had asked for were foreign and frightening to her. But was there one thing he had asked for that she wasn’t strong enough and tough enough to do? Those things might hurt, and they would definitely cause her some shame, but wasn’t she tough enough to do them for love? But Nick had tried to shelter her from it. Why? Because he knew that the things he asked played at her deepest fears. She was the tiny girl who had to prove she was tough, who had to ensure that her presence was commanding and compelling. The one boy who had understood how tough she really was had in the end let her avoid facing her fears. He had treated the Cat like a kitten. She was going to go kick his ass for that! She got up from the machine and began to gather her things. The tall girl moved to the calf machine. She struggled to get the large disc off of it so that she could replace it with a weight she could use for her exercises. Cat went back to the machine. It was very poor weight room etiquette to leave your weights on the machine, especially when you used heavy discs that another lifter might not be able move. “Sorry,” Cat said to the girl as she took the big disc of the machine and hung it on the rack. “Jesus, little girl, you are strong!” the tall beauty exclaimed. “I’m the Power Elf. I can do anything.” She started out toward Nick’s room, but realized that his roommate would be there. He always was. The boy hadn’t gone out all year. He was a slave to his online Warcraft game. Cat went back to her room and sent Nick a text to come over and get all his shit from her room, “rt fking now!” He would show up, and then she would show him. For the rest of her days, Cat would remember the first few seconds after Nick opened the door to her room. He didn’t close the door at first, even though he really should have. But he was stunned by the sight before him. Kneeling in the center of the room, wearing nothing but the Power Elf half-shirt, was the girl he loved more than anything in the world. Nick had come in looking defeated, resolved to fetch a box of things that reminded Cat of their time together. He’d counted on then being forced to leave her life forever. When he saw that she had something altogether different in mind, he froze. She had chosen to give him everything he had asked for, and now he was faced with a certain dread at accepting it. “Close the door, unless you want everyone to see me naked,” she whispered. “But if that’s what you want, I can handle it.” “I really think you could,” he said as he closed and locked the door. “But I couldn’t.” She had expected that her show of submission would immediately bring out the animal he’d said was bottled up inside of him. But the look he gave her was one of admiration, adoration, almost worship. He could barely speak. “I didn’t think,” he said in a voice trembling with wonder, “that even you were strong enough to accept… this.” “That’s why you tried to protect me from it?” He looked confused. He hadn’t even realized that he was doing that. It had sprung from an instinct buried deep inside of him. But faced with Cat’s question, his own intentions became clear to him. “Yes. That’s what I did, isn’t it?” “Don’t sell me short again, my love. I can do this. But it’s only here, only in the bedroom. When we put our clothes back on, I’m still the same bossy little bitch I’ve always been.” “You were never a bitch.” “Until now, master.” She bowed her head. “I’ll be your bitch.” “Catlyn, you are amazing! Look, I want this so much, but we have to make sure we keep you safe. We should have a safe word to tell me to stop if it’s ever too much.” “No, master. That’s for games. This is real. You’ve made me stronger than ever. You’re making me trust you in a way I have never been brave enough to trust anyone. I put my safety in your hands. I put my life in your hands. Listen to these words, Nick. I’ve never, ever said them to anyone. I will never say them to anyone else: I am tiny. I am too little to stop you, and you’re too big to make it worth my trying. In the end, the Power Elf is just a little girl, and the only thing that makes me safe with you is that we love one another.” “I do love you, Cat.” It was all he could say now. The rest was going to have to be what it was. Cat saw him marshaling his strength, preparing himself to do the things he wanted desperately to do to her. For a second, she saw his eyes turn toward the door. He was thinking of bolting out of the room before he began. He knew where it would go once he started. Cat almost grew angry as she realized he might try to protect her from himself once again. Hadn’t she just made it plain that she was tough enough for this? When he turned back to her, the fierce look in his eye forced her to doubt that assertion for a moment. She almost rose from her knees and retreated across the room. Instead, she raised her eyes to his face and silently pleaded for him to begin. When he finally moved, his first act was swift and certain. He grabbed her around the neck and pulled her to her feet. It was not painful, but the strength in his grip left her no doubt that she had to move up with his hand. She instinctively grabbed his wrist with both hands and pulled against his grip. She might as well have tried to push the wall down with her bare hands. Realizing that her arms were supporting her weight, he kept going, lifting her completely off the floor. Her legs dangled, but she knew her strong body could keep her weight aloft for several minutes just by hanging onto his wrist. She reached one hand out and put it on his shoulder, taking some of the weight off of his arm. “You’re the most beautiful thing in the world,” he said in a quiet voice. “Are you mine?” “Yes!” she said, feeling the beginnings of tears in her eyes. “Your body is the sexiest thing I have ever seen. Do you give it to me?” “Yes!” she sobbed slightly. This was terrifying, but she could handle that. The tears came because she’d realized with some shame that she was becoming extremely aroused by his show of brute force. “Does anyone else get to touch this?” he said, sliding his free hand up the length of her slit. She gasped in pleasure. “Never. In all my life.” He pulled her to his chest, putting her feet back on the floor and pressing her slender shoulders and back against his midsection. He grabbed her ass. “This?” “Yours,” she said. She could feel his heart pounding against her back. He was warm; even through his shirt she could feel his body heat. “Are you saying this because I still have my hand around your throat?” He adjusted his fingers, but didn’t really tighten the grip. “No. Yes. No. How do you want me to answer, master?” “Truthfully.” “I’m scared.” She almost withheld the next few words, but she was supposed to do as he asked. She spoke the rest of the truth. “And I’m turned on.” “Do you think I’ll hurt you?” Cat thought for a moment. “No. You wouldn’t, but you could, and that’s scary.” “Couldn’t I always have hurt you?” “Yes. But I never thought of that until now.” She caught her breath. “I’m sorry, Nick. That was a lie. I have thought about it a little. But I never really let the thoughts sink in.” “Now you realize how easily I could do it. Is that why you’re telling me your body is mine?” “If you were anyone else, you’d have to kill me before I’d give you my body like this.” “So why are you surrendering to me?” “Because,” she said, feeling a rush of revelation in her mind and soul, “I love you more than I have ever loved anyone in the whole world.” Cat had told him that before, but this time it meant more. There was a fierce passion behind it. The last little barrier she had held out against the way she loved him and would do anything for him was gone. “Love is stronger than fear?” “Much stronger, master.” “So, I never have to hold back what I’m feeling or what I want to do, because you know that our love can overcome our fear of it?” “God, Nick, you are so fucking smart!” “I am?” “And dumb at the same time, master. You thought that all this was about your dark desires, but what was really happening was that you had sensed what I needed most. I needed to be forced to admit how far I would go for you.” Nick was silent for a moment. Cat knew he was trying to figure out if she was right. He was wondering if his desire to break her last line of resistance really had been about something more than simply satisfying his darkest cravings. “Not saying you won’t get off on it, though,” she teased. “You can let go of my throat, master. I will do anything for you now, and I will be happy to do it.” “No.” She had stepped out of line, and she knew it. She was giving herself to him, not letting him take her. “I’m sorry, master. It was wrong of me to suggest that.” He didn’t accept her apology. He grabbed her ass instead. “You have a rock hard little ass.” “Thank you, master. I’m glad it—OHHH!” She didn’t anticipate the smack on her bottom. He hadn’t mentioned spanking her. She definitely felt the sting of his hand striking her perfectly sculpted little bottom, but it was the sound of it that truly startled her. No boy had ever struck her. Even her brothers had been too much bigger than her to hit her when they were children. She had never imagined that Nick would be the first male to smack her. But he wasn’t smacking her around, and he sure wasn’t going to hurt her with this. It might take a diamond edged chain saw to really hurt the Power Elf’s firm little backside. What the smack did do was slightly embarrass her and remind her that Nick could do as he damned well pleased with her body. “You came dangerously close to giving me an order,” he said. “I’m sorry, master.” She felt shame in having been bossy, and she felt shame in apologizing for simply making a suggestion. In this upside-down world, no matter which way she turned she was both right and wrong. “I don’t think you’re quite ready to be my little bitch,” he said. “Yes, I am, Nick. I really am.” “No, I think you need more smacks to make sure you remember the lesson. How many more do you think you need?” “Am I allowed to say?” She wanted to make sure she wasn’t giving an order. “Yes, Cat. You’re allowed to say.” “Ten.” That was a lot, but she wanted to show how committed she was to this. “No. I was thinking maybe three. You’re tough enough for ten, but three should be enough.” Cat squirmed a little. Was he coddling her? “Come to think of it, a tough little girl like you might need five.” He’d sensed everything she was thinking and come up with a solution that neither discounted her toughness nor led to unnecessary pain. Nick released his grip and sat on the edge of the bed. Cat wasn’t just going to get spanked. She had to voluntarily lie across his knee and present herself. She flushed bright red with shame. That was always going to be there for her. Some of the things he had in mind would cause her shame and embarrassment every single time. But the point was that she would do them for him. She would do them because he desired them, and she wished to please the boy she loved. And she would do them because she was tough enough to take a little shame. But there was more to it, wasn’t there? She would do these shameful things because it turned her on to do them. Cat assumed the position he was obviously waiting for her to take. Nick massaged her bottom gently. “So beautiful,” he whispered in a moment of genuine adoration. Then, he delivered the first of the five smacks. Cat had a very difficult time at first. All her life she had avoided being dominated, and now she was being completely submissive. The thing that truly tested her, though, was not learning to surrender. It was learning to cope with the fact that she felt a raw sexual thrill when he spanked her. It wouldn’t have been there if this had been anyone but Nick. Submitting to a boy wasn’t the thrill. Submitting to the boy that she loved more than life itself was the thrill. She was overcoming every fear she’d had ever had about what a boyfriend might want from her. She was learning to accept that there was something beautiful in her acceptance of this one boy’s wolfish desires for her. After the first of the five smacks, he rubbed her bottom gently again. Then he brought the second blow to her reddened cheek. This time, he stroked her labia from behind. With the fall of the third blow, Cat became happy that he hadn’t taken her up on her suggestion that she receive ten. The combination of sexual teasing and pain was intoxicating to her, but too may blows would have thrown off the mix and stolen from the thrill. “I’ll be good,” she said, letting her tears fall to the rug. “And I won’t move until you’re finished.” Nick was silent, but this time after he stroked her bottom and her labia he slid his big thumb into her wet little snatch and pumped her gently a few times. When she cooed in pleasure, he pulled it out and delivered the fourth blow. “Your little cunt is wet, but it’s still tight on just my thumb. And you’re getting horny from this, you little slut.” She had known the bad words would come, but she still felt shame at hearing them. The shame was greater because he was right. This was making her horny as hell. She might not have been a real slut, throwing her legs open for other guys, but she would sure as hell be a slut for him. He added one more step to his routine between smacks. After she moaned in pleasure and he pulled his thumb from her pussy, he pressed his finger slightly into the tiny opening of her asshole. “OW! Fuck!” she groaned. Anal play and anal sex was part of the deal, too, she knew. But she had never, ever had anything go in there before. And his finger was so damned thick. After the fifth smack he turned her to him and kissed her, but he did not bring her up from over his knee. He pushed her head back down and put the finger back in her ass. “We might not be able to do all that,” he whispered as he continued to push his finger in and out of her to the first knuckle. He was growing concerned about the obvious difference between the size of her opening and the circumference of his cock. “I can take it,” she said through clenched teeth. “I can do anything for you, master.” “But I decide when it is too much pain for you, little girl. You gave that to me, and you must always remember that. And I am not going in there until you’re ready.” “What do I have to do to get ready, master?” He had to think about it. He’d never been in this situation before either. But Cat knew that he liked to read naughty stories online. He was recalling the parts about anal play. “More of this,” he said as he kept gently forcing his finger into her. “But we’d also need to have it really slicked up.” “Nick, I have an idea. Is it okay to do something, please?” “Since you asked nicely, yes.” He let her go, but he did make her pause for a second so he could massage her bottom. “Sweetest little ass in the world,” he said. She crawled across the floor to Kara’s closet. She very consciously presented the “sweetest little ass in the world” for his viewing pleasure. What a little whore she was becoming! She felt something wet trickle down the inside of her thigh. He had always managed to get her wet, but this was ridiculous! She was afraid she would make squishy sounds when she moved. She pulled aside several pairs of Kara’s large shoes and pulled out a pretty wooden chest from the back of the closet. It was Kara’s “Fun Box.” Yes, the girls had made lots of jokes when naming it. Cat’s roomie was a sexually active lesbian, and everyone knew they had the best toys. Cat wouldn’t have presumed to borrow one of the intimate toys from the box without permission, especially since Kara had once been quite infatuated with Cat. Cat was always careful not to be provocative with her. But she would assert her roomie privileges far enough to steal the tube of K-Y jelly. She presented it to Nick. “This might help, master.” “Cat, my pet, it’s still gonna be…” “I am tough enough to do the things you ask, master.” Cat wondered what the hell she was doing. She was both being submissive and letting her pride get the best of her all at once. She didn’t have to puzzle over it for long, though. She soon realized that it was pretty much in line with her nature. If she was going to be her boy’s little fuck toy she was going to be the best little fuck toy any boy ever had. “And besides I have no choice but to do the things you ask. I love you too much to say no, and you’re too strong for me to stop you anyway.” “And all this makes you so wet I can smell your cunt from here,” he said. Nick was hiding it well, but she could tell he was filled with shame himself. He and shame were old companions. Cat now realized how he was able to use that familiarity to get her worked up now that he saw how much she got off on being shamed. “Undo my belt and pull down my pants, you horny little bitch.” Cat smiled at her master. He believed in her enough to put her to the test. That didn’t keep her hands from trembling when she pulled his jeans and boxers down to his knees. When his thick cock sprung out, her toughness didn’t make it look any smaller. It might have seemed even bigger to her eyes now than it did the very first time she saw it. “You’d better suck me off for a bit and get me good and hard. Besides, we both know you love sucking my cock.” Cat had indeed already learned to love sucking Nick’s cock. Having such a big man writhe in ecstasy from just her mouth and tiny hands gave her a feeling of power. She had even swallowed once or twice at the end, but she actually liked it best when he fired it onto her bare breasts. He always gently wiped it away with a tissue and then kissed her small, firm titties as he mumbled words of gratitude. That wasn’t how things were likely to end today, but there would be other days. Nick loved doing that, and she was pretty confident that it could somehow fit into this brave new world she had willingly entered. She took him into her mouth and sucked him hard. She had never gone that hard that fast with him, but it felt like the right thing to her now. “Look at you go to town, you little whore!” “I love my master’s cock!” she said. He patted her on the head, and she wiggled and squealed to show how much his little gesture of approval meant to her. She knew she was going to get good at this. Now that she was committed to doing things this way, she would become a good little slut. If it took hard work, she would make the effort. If it took patience, she would be patient and learn. If it made her turn red in the face to say things like she had just said, she would use the shame to convince her body that she was getting away with something really dirty and should be thrilled. That part was certainly working. She was so hot for him right now. He did something that he had warned her about in his foolish attempt to protect her from his dark desires. Her grabbed her by her beautiful red hair and pulled her deeper onto his cock than she had ever gone before. Cat knew how to open up. She had taught herself how to slam beer, and she knew how to open her throat. That helped. She could have taken a normal boy into her throat with only a little trouble. But Nick’s thick cock stretched everything, and it left her absolutely no way to breathe. For a second, she started to panic. But then she made herself relax. When he let her breathe, she took a good deep breath and then stayed calm and held it while his shaft blocked off her airway. The tears ran down her face again, and the eyeliner she had applied to look especially alluring to him left streaks on her high cheekbones. After she had done this a few times, she could feel that she had him close to blowing his load right down her throat. “You don’t get that… there,” he said, pulling her all the way off him and casting her back onto her haunches. “Put the lube on my cock. And don’t jack me too much or I’ll cum. Then we’d have to start all over again.” She put some of the K-Y on her fingers and started to reach for him. He got a little grin on his face and slapped her hand away. “No. I changed my mind. I want you relaxed when we do this. Put that on your pussy.” Cat sat down and did as he asked. “Now, make yourself cum while I watch. And put on a good show. Let me see what a horny little bitch you are.” Okay, this one was a little unexpected. She was horny as hell and appreciated the chance to get herself over, but no one had ever watched her while she masturbated. It wasn’t just her face that turned red. The pale skin of her entire body flushed pink as she realized that she was about to moan and groan for an audience. But Cat was into this now. She would have gone out in the hallway and done it if he had ordered her to do it that way. She spread her legs wide and began to slowly stroke herself with her slick fingers. Nick undressed while she did it, but he never took his eyes off of her. “Oh, God!” she moaned. “Master, can I think of your big hard cock while I do this?” “You nasty little slut. Can’t wait to get me in your cunt, can you? Go ahead and think of it.” She began to drive her fingers inside of herself and groan loudly. She was loving this. There was some power here. She was serving him and owning him all at the same time. He was transfixed by her display. She got more of the lube and then rolled up so that her little bottom was toward him. She ground on her clit with one hand and put lube on her backside with the other. As she got closer and closer to cumming, she began to drive a lubed finger into her ass, preparing herself for him. She worked a second finger in to stretch herself a little further. Finally, a dam burst inside of her and she screamed as she came with the fingers of one hand on her clit and two fingers from the other deep in her asshole. “You are the most beautiful girl in the world,” Nick said in wonder. “And you act like a filthy little slut for me.” “I don’t act like a filthy slut for you, master. I am a filthy slut for you.” She held up the tube and looked at him. “Please, may I do you?” she asked. “Can’t wait to get your hands on it, can you?” “Master, please. You know I want to.” “Go ahead then,” he said as if he was indulging her. “Oh, master, I love your big cock,” she said as she made damned sure she got a lot of the lube on him. “Please, please, master. Put it in my ass. Then you’ll know I belong to you completely.” “You’re amazing!” he said, dropping his hard-edged persona for a second. Part of her wanted to shout “Damn right!” But she had that under control. “If I can please a man like you, then I must be doing well. May I get on all fours? Would you like me to do something else?” Nick managed to regain his edge, then. If she was going to be this brave, this tough, he wasn’t going to hold back on her. Cat was actually proud of him when he began to use foul language toward her again. “Get on your hands and knees like a dog, bitch.” She did it. “It gets you horny to be a whore for me, doesn’t it?” “Yes, Nick. It gets me horny.” “Tell me what you want, horny little slut.” “I want you to fuck me in my tiny ass with that big cock. If you pulled my hair and choked me again, I couldn’t stop you, either.” When this was all done, Cat was going to have to make a list of things she had said tonight that yesterday she would have bet a million dollars against her ever saying. It was going to be a pretty long list. “Please, Nick. Please use my little body to make you happy. Make me a worthwhile whore.” That was going on the list for sure, might be the first one. Nick knelt behind her and then reached his hands under her pink half-shirt and squeezed her nipples. “Does it hurt?” “Yes.” “Does it make you horny?” “Yes. Pain and I are old friends, master. It hurt so bad when you fucked me with your huge cock the first time, and look what I’m doing now. Make your bitch hurt. Please, I mean, master.” He slid his hand to her throat and used his other hand to steady his cock against her tiny asshole. All the lube in the world wasn’t going to change the physical truths of this combination. “You’re going to want to scream so loud it will frighten the neighbors,” he said. “So, you don’t get to breathe right now.” His fingers clamped tightly on her throat. He pushed forward with his powerful hips. Cat emitted a thin rasping sound that would have been a blood-curdling wail if he had allowed her air. His own grunt was probably loud enough to give any passersby pause. As strong as he was, as hard as she had made him, he still had to strain with all his might to get his thick shaft into her tiny ass. Cat’s well-toned gluteal muscles had clamped down at first, but soon she was struggling so desperately for air that she had to release the muscles while her survival instincts kicked in and she began to struggle against his hand. That gave him just enough room to slide the head and the first couple inches of his member into her. He released her throat and gave her his hand for something on which she could bite. He tried to push the hand deep enough into her mouth to keep her from getting too good a grip with her teeth, but she drew a little blood, anyway. Still, it did serve to muffle the scream. As she opened her mouth to take a few desperate gasping mouthfuls of air, he grabbed her hips and buried himself deep up inside of her. “OW, THAT FUCKING HURTS!” she cried, but did nothing to try and escape from it. She heard him groan and realized that while she was definitely getting the worst of it, it was such a tight fit that it actually hurt him a little as well. The two of them remained locked in that position for a very long moment, both afraid to move. “Did I hurt you, baby? Or does it just hurt?” he finally asked. “I’m okay,” she grunted. But she needed to let him know that she could take this. Anything he wanted to throw at her, she could take for him. “Am I doing well, master?” “You’re so fucking brave, Cat.” “Thank you, Nick,” she said and reached back to bring his hand to her lips. The bite wasn’t very deep. She hadn’t really hurt him either. She was quiet for a moment. Her body was still adjusting to this new form of invasion, but it WAS adjusting. She began to kiss his hand. “It’s gonna hurt, but it won’t injure me. I can take it. Do all of it. Do everything you’ve ever wanted to do, every time you want to do it.” Nick seemed uncertain for a moment, but then he spoke with a calm confidence that was new for them. “I love you, little one. I’m going to fuck you hard, because you can take it. But I know I’m the luckiest man in the world.” He grabbed her hair and pulled her head up. His grip was firm and forceful, but he didn’t yank her head around. He withdrew slightly and then rammed his entire length into her with tremendous force. Cat felt her entire body start to rock forward, but his grip on her red mane kept her from toppling down off of her hands. “That thing is so fucking big!” she groaned, but she didn’t speak of the pain. Pain was simply part of the process now. She had always been able to marshal pain when she really wanted to do something, and she really wanted to do this. “Please, master, again.” Nick began to take her then. Thrust after powerful thrust forced its way deep up inside of her. But she knew she had been right when she had told him that he wouldn’t injure her. When she had stretched enough that each surge of his hips didn’t seem as if it was about to topple her forward instead of slide into her, he switched to putting one hand under the collar of her half-shirt and slipped his other hand beneath her belly and down to her sex. She wasn’t sure if the orgasm he’d made her have before he took her ass had really helped relax her muscles or just released enough chemicals into her bloodstream to dull the pain a bit. But she knew that the pleasure his big fingers were giving her now was definitely making everything else much easier to deal with. And somewhere in the midst of her coping and dealing with the huge invader in her tiny backside, Cat found that she no longer had to merely cope with it and deal with it. She craved its presence there. Nick was getting close to finishing. He slowed his strokes to keep himself going for just a few precious moments longer. “The most beautiful girl in the world will do anything for me,” he said. “She probably would,” Cat groaned, “but so will I.” “You do NOT have my permission to put yourself down,” he said in the calm, certain voice he had so very recently grown into. “I’m sorry, master.” “Who are you?” he said, slamming himself deep into her and holding it. “Your little bitch?” She was trying to answer correctly, but it was hard to breathe, much less form coherent thoughts. “You’re more than that.” He slammed deep into her again. “Who are you?” “The Power Elf?” she squeaked. That was her default persona in times of confusion or pain. “She’s only a part of you. She’s more than any other girl I’ve ever known, but you’re even more than that.” He was straining not to finish before he got the answer he wanted out of her. He slammed into her. “Who are you?” “Catlyn Shane.” She had run out of other answers. “And what can Catlyn Shane do?” “Anything, master.” She knew the answer to this one. “Anything for you.” He stopped moving his hips at all and concentrated on pleasuring her with his hand. He found the spot that gave her the most pleasure; he knew it well. He was sweating and straining not to release until he finished pleasing the girl he loved. He brought her over. “YES! YES! OH GOD, YES! Thank you, master.” She began to tip forward in contented exhaustion, but he wrapped a big arm gently around her neck and pulled her back against his broad chest. He began to thrust his shaft rapidly in and out of her ass. In a few seconds, he erupted, sending a flood of warm cum into her backside. He held her in place for a long time, supporting all the weight of her spent little form. He kissed her neck and shoulders. He buried his face in her hair. “Everything in the world. I have everything in the world,” he whispered. “You’re so much more than I deserve.” He finally rose, effortlessly lifting her in his big arms. He grabbed a towel from the bar by the door and put it on top of her covers before he put her down on the bed. Catlyn was only vaguely aware of the movement. It took her a couple minutes before she was in control of her mind again. Her hyper-conditioned body was already recovering. “Master, may I do something nice for you?” “Yes, my pet.” She got up from the bed. Her legs were steadier than she had imagined they would be. Six years of constant weight training were paying off. She went to the sink and grabbed a clean wash cloth. She went to the cupboard and fetched a huge bowl, the bowl Kara used for popcorn when she studied. Cat filled it with warm water, crossed to her master and washed his cock and balls. Then, she teasingly washed the lube from her pussy, making sure that she put on a nice display for him. “Not going to wash your gorgeous little ass?” he asked as she emptied the water into the sink. “Master, the stuff that’s in there came from you. I like having it there. Please, let me keep it for a while.” Nick scratched his head for a moment. “I think,” he said, “that you might have been more ready for all this than I was.” “But only you were smart enough to realize how badly I wanted it. I love my master.” Nick tried to form a response, but had none. “Nick, I really need to pee. May I make a quick trip to the bathroom?” “Of course, sweetie.” He didn’t quite have the nerve to ask for it, but she saw his eyes flick to the bowl as she was reaching for her robe so that she could head down to the bathroom. Cat left the robe where it was. She closed her eyes and let the thought process for a moment. For her, this was the most “out there” moment of the whole damned night. She nodded to herself and took the bowl from the counter. She placed it on the floor and squatted over it. She looked up at Nick. He sat up on the edge of the bed and leaned forward. She could practically hear his heart pounding. He nodded dumbly. She pulled her lips as wide as she could to let him see and unleashed a long stream of pee into the bowl. Nick caught his breath and softly touched himself. When she was done, she looked up at him. “Do you want to?” she asked, indicating the bowl. “I can’t, baby. I have a raging hard-on.” He recovered his senses then. “And I want to fuck you.” She stood and stroked her pussy. “How does my master want it?” “If you tease me like that again, I’ll spank your ass.” Cat didn’t really want that. She sank to her knees and looked down. “Better. Get on the bed. Put your ass on the towel.” When she had done as he asked, he knelt between her legs and scooped her behind the knees. She thought he was just going to fuck her while he was on his knees. Suddenly, he pushed her legs up and over and pinned her knees to the mattress. He slid into her and began to fuck her harder than he had ever done before. She couldn’t move at all. She was helplessly left open to his pounding. She would have hated it yesterday. Today her thoughts were different. “I’m the luckiest girl in the world,” she thought. “He’s so fucking strong, and he’s beautiful, and he wants me so much it makes him get crazy!” She was lost in romantic thoughts while he roughly plundered her. “I love you, Nick! I love you!” she cried. “I love you, too,” he said, slackening his pace slightly with the tender words. “Master fucks me so hard,” she said. “I’m a lucky little slut.” It had the desired effect on him. He began to roughly pound her again. “Take that cock, bitch. Take it in your horny little cunt.” Cat thought Nick might have quite a list if he started writing down the things he had never thought he would actually say to her. “Christ, you’re making me cum already!” He was definitely changing his rhythm toward a finishing flourish. “Spray me, please, master! Let me see your beautiful cum!” He was in an indulgent mood. He released her legs just as he finished and released his load on her chest, the chest still covered by the Power Elf t-shirt. “OHHHH! MOTHERFUCKER!” he groaned as he emptied himself. He looked down on her with a happy gleam in his eye. “Oh no! Your favorite shirt!” he said, suddenly ashamed that he had forgotten. Cat looked down at her pink half-shirt. She pulled it off and held it front of Nick as if she was going to scold him. Then she smiled and licked the cum off of the shirt. “Oh, my dirty little baby,” he said. He dropped his mouth to her sex and gave her the gentlest oral pleasure he had ever given her. Cat wished it would last forever, his tongue exploring her and his lips tenderly kissing her sex. “You taste like heaven, baby,” he whispered. Their bang ended with a whimper. Cat’s cries were soft and girlish. “Thank you! Thank you!” she whispered and clung to him for a long time. Their pounding hearts slowed to a gentle beat, and affection overtook lust. Silence reigned for a long time. Finally Nick spoke in his normal soft voice. “Cat, I need my strong girl, now.” “Yes, baby. I’m still here. I was always here.” “How are you?” “Happy. Sore. Proud. Amazed at both of us.” “Can this be the way it is from now on?” “Oh, hell yes!” “You’ll still need to be in charge sometimes, though.” “I don’t have to.” “I would do this the other way sometimes if you wanted it, though.” “I’ll let you know if I need that, okay?” “Okay, Cat.” “If we’re through for now, I kind of have a list of things for us to do.” “No surprise there,” he said with a teasing grin. “What do we need to do?” “You have to go get your car and take me out to dinner. I usually make boys buy me dinner before they fuck me up the ass and choke me.” “Well, all those other guys just don’t know how to live.” “Then we have to go shopping for Kara. She’s going to need a new tube of K-Y, and I think it would be best if we got her a new popcorn bowl.” Nick laughed out loud, something he rarely did. His laugh was usually a soft chuckle. He would always be a little shy and quiet, but be would become a little more outspoken in the days to come. A man whose world is so complete sometimes has difficulty containing his joy. Cat cleaned the Power Elf shirt the next day, and she still used it fairly often. She would always feel a little need to adopt a tough-girl persona with others lest she get swept aside by people who underestimated her due to her size. But when she was alone with the boy she loved, she never felt those fears. With his love and strength to support her own, Catlyn Shane could do anything. END PART TWO—Working on a Kara/Teagen story, but that one might take me a while. I have a very good idea who Kara is, but I’m still figuring out what makes Teagen tick. |
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