Chapter 1
The summer began, like any other. The first warm days were refreshing, enticing from the chill of the late spring. A relief from the dismal weather that had been covering the city like an avenging shroud.
Rain had fallen continually, until there seemed to be no escape from the cruel, unforgiving weather. The climate was perfect for colds, and it seemed, sometimes, to her, chat the whole city was sneezing and sniffling.
She, herself, had almost missed graduation, because of a late bout with the flu. She could barely walk up to the platform to get her diploma, but she did so determinedly, for she wanted more than anything else, to give that one moment of pride to her parents.
She hated to think of herself as a stereotype, but she. was. A poor, lower class girl that had struggled hard to get to the top. There was no doubting or denying it, however, for that was exactly what she was.
Her name was Darla James, and she was a pretty girl. Rather tall, though in these modern times, that did not bother her. She had a slender, lithe body, but a figure to match, with full, ripe breasts and sleek, flowing curves. She could have been a cheerleader, a belle of the ball, if she had wanted, but studying came first.
She sacrificed all pleasures to get on in school. From the time she was a little girl, she was determined to graduate at the top of her class, to get nothing but A's in her school work, to be accepted in the most important colleges in the land.
She did not truly feel she had missed very much. For if truth be told, she found other young people boring most of the time. She did not think them stupid, but to her, there were more important things than dates and romances. All that could wait, she felt, until she was older, and had accomplished what she set out to do.
Her parents were kind and loving, and never pushed her. She had disciplined herself, did all the work on her own, because she loved them, and wanted a better life for them, through herself.
They were so proud of her that it brought tears to her eyes sometimes. For her, there was only one thing in life: To make her mother and father happy and secure, to lift them out of the stranglehold that poverty had on them. When she finally received her diploma, she had accomplished the first part of that task.
Unlike most of the kids in school, she was not looking forward to a summer of fun and games, of lazy afternoons at the beach. Her summer promised nothing but hard work, for through her luck and determination, she had gotten a post as an assistant to a member of the American delagation to the U.N..
She had won the prized position through a contest held in the local papers. To have such an honor was thrilling indeed, especially when it meant serving under the handsome, charming and exciting ambassador, Michael Horden.
He was forty, though he looked ten years younger, and when she met him at last, she shamefully felt her knees growing weak and her flesh trembling as he shook her hand, giving it a slight squeeze in his own, powerful grip.
He was so charming and cultured, that she felt herself falling in love with him right from the start. She felt foolish and ashamed by all of this, but there was little she could do about her emotions, other than put them to work for her, she decided. And that she did.
She worked twice as hard as anyone on his staff, and within the short span of ten days, she had gained his respect and admiration, and he made her his personal aide. She of course, was stunned and thrilled.
She wanted nothing more to please him, and approached her job as seriously as she ever had her school work. He hinted that she might have a permanent position if she continued her thoughtful and diligent efforts.
This, of course, sent her into a confused state of conflicting emotions. She had been accepted in every major university, and could actually have her pick of scholarships, but his hinted offer meant money and probably power. She had no idea of what to do, for giving up school was something that bothered her deeply. Her parents would be proud of her in any case, she realized, for the money she could make, continuing on with Michael
Horden, would be much more than anything she could earn after college. But then again, a degree was a symbol of upward mobility, and even a giant like Michael Horden could fall, if the political winds shifted in the wrong direction. She thought it through and through, for every waking hour of a month that her mind was not occupied with her tasks, and then came the evening he asked her out to dinner.
It had been a long day at the office he had on the ground floor of the. U.N. building. A new bill was being presented, and they were working feverishly in order to prepare the ambassador's reply to the bill. The ambassador felt the bill, allowing third world nations more freedom in the general assembly, was wrong, and he hoped to defeat it.
By the end of the evening, well after nine, his presentation was concluded and voting was put off until the next day. She had taken an apartment in the city to be closer to her job, and was not looking forward to the long subway ride to the lower part of the village to get there. She was quite tired, and not a little hungry, and felt completely exhausted.
She was just about to leave the office when Michael Horden stopped her. "You look completely washed out, Darla," he said in his smooth, cultured voice. "What do you say to a nice, cozy dinner in a small, quiet restaurant I know?"
She was stunned. While she felt she did a superior job for him, she never figured on this. That the worldly, charming Michael Horden would want to bother with a lowly assistant completely surprised her.
"But.. . but Mister Horden. I'm sure you have other plans," she stammered, embarrassed by the way she was certain her cheeks were reddening. "I mean, you know so many other ladies you could enjoy yourself with, tonight."
Michael Horden laughed in delight. "What a charming little thing you are, my dear," he said, patting her shoulder. "That may be true, but it is you that I wish to have dinner with, and no one else."
Eagerly, she accepted his proposal. They escaped the reporters waiting outside for an interview, by slipping out a secluded back entrance to the huge building, and quickly caught a cab to a charming little restaurant in the Village. It was a cozy spot indeed, and it wasn't very long before they had finished one bottle of wine and were deeply into another.
By the time the second bottle was finished and the third drained with their meal, she was completely captivated by her host. When he invited her back to his apartment for brandy, she accepted at once, though she was well aware of what he might be planning.
She had had sex only once, and she thought about the incident as they rode in a cab toward Michael's penthouse on Fifth Avenue. The boy had been a college student her parents had arranged to date her. He had been bright and witty, and something of a freak, turning her on to the mysteries of marijuana and sex in the same evening.
The grass had been amusing, the sex enlightening. She had failed to have an orgasm, but the young man had not been unkindly with her. She put the failure down to lack of experience and found that she could take sex or leave it. She had never dated the young man again.
So, the prospect of perhaps going to bed with Michael Horden did not frighten her. She yearned to have a satisfying sexual experience, and she could think of no other man more qualified to usher in her sensuality and fulfillment than the worldly ambassador whom she now loved deeply.
The brandy he served was excellent, of course, and they sat quite close together on a large, luxurious divan, staring into a fire that burned brightly across the room, in a large, flagstone fireplace. She felt warm and so very comfortable, and did not mind it a bit when his slipped his arm around her shoulder and began to caress her own, lovely limb through her short-sleeved blouse.
"You're a beautiful young lady, do you know that, Darla?" Michael whispered, his lips, pressed to her ear, whispering through the thick, luxurious blonde hair that covered it.
She laughed, trying to check the nervousness in her voice as she responded. "I am well aware that I'm pretty, if that's what you mean."
Michael kissed her again, chuckling softly. "I mean in more ways than that," he told her affectionately. "I meant that you are beautiful in spirit as well as flesh. I meant that you are perhaps, the most wonderful young girl I have ever met!"
She shivered as she felt his mouth moving across her cheek, kissing her gently, with no urgency or force. He was not even attempting to pull her own, full, sensual lips to his, but appeared to be content to bide his time with her.
His fingers danced over the front of her blouse then, and she shivered once again as she felt them moving over the tops of her breasts. Even through the material of her blouse and bra, she could fell the heavy, yet not demanding pressure of his caress, and her full, ripe mounds quivered with increasing excitement.
"Ohh, Michael, you must know what you are doing to me," she whispered in a trembling voice. "Don't tease me, this way, I beg you."
He pulled his head away from her cheek and shook it solemnly. "I would not do that with you, my dear," he assured her. "You are too intelligent and much too important to me, to even think of deceiving you."
His voice was sincere, full of emotion and seriousness. He gazed at her with eyes that were fierce and glowing. She felt her whole body melting, it seemed, under the powerful effect of his stare.
"I have feelings for you, Darla, that I have not felt for a woman in a long, long time," he went on to tell her. "If you do not wish to receive these feelings, please tell me now, and I shall call you a cab and you can leave with nothing more said about this."
Darla James was listening to him, unable to believe he was saying these things to her. Many's the night she had dreamed of him speaking to her in this way, and that it was actually happening, now, was beyond her wildest fantasies.
She felt herself leaning into him then, pressing her body closely to his. The back of his hand crushed against her breasts and a tremor of pure excitement raged through her flesh suddenly.
"Ohh, please, please, Michael, I believe you," she whispered excitedly. "I want you, too, don't you see? I just could not stand being teased!"
He laughed, in his full, rich manner and pressed his lips to hers, hungrily. She had never experienced such a kiss before, and her mouth felt as if it were being burned by the passion that was surging inside of both of them.
She parted her luscious, succulent petals to allow his tongue access to her mouth, and she groaned as she felt the slithering arrow entwining around her own. His hand cupped one of her pert, spongy breasts gently, and she sighed as he began to fondle the precious boob through her clothing.
Suddenly her loins were on fire, as they never had been before. His touch was like an electric stimuli to her flesh, sending aching, stinging sparks of wanting tearing through her uncontrollably.
Quite to her own surprise, she felt her lovely, slender hand dropping to his trousers, crawling swiftly along his pant leg to his groin. She pressed her palm against the hard mound at the center of his pants and he moaned as she kneaded the growing bulge behind them.
"You don't have to be afraid with me, Michael," she whispered hungrily, again. "I'm not a little girl, I'm not a virgin! I want you to take me, darling, yes, take me, please!"
Michael Horden's fingers were as steady as could be as he quickly unbuttoned her blouse and slipped it from her narrow shoulders. Her flesh was warm and trembling to his touch, and as he reached around behind her, to unfasten the clasps to her bra, the young girl shuddered violently in anticipation.
He slipped it from her breasts and they came free, bobbing delightfully on her chest; full and proud, riding high on her rib cage. Her nipples were already full and erect, two pink nuggets against the creamy base of her luscious spheres.
Hungrily, Michael dropped his head to her lovely globes and began to kiss them in a greedy fashion. The girl leaned back against the divan, shivering with excitement as she felt his tongue lashing her perk mound, deliciously.
He caught a single nipple between his teeth and the girl screamed softly with ecstasy as he sucked the precious pebble into his mouth. His free hand wandered down to her skirt, and began to unfasten the snaps that kept it shut.-
Eagerly, she lifted her smooth, luscious buttocks from the cushion of the divan, and allowed him to pull the skirt from beneath her. She was wearing a pair of tight, sheer panties, and her pubic mound was clearly outlined beneath the garment, covered with the thick, silken bush of her soft, lovely hair.
She pulled on the zipper to his trousers now, no longer feeling even the hint of embarrassment or hesitation. She slipped her hand inside of the pants and felt for his thick, hard cock, trembling as her delicate fingertips brushed over the pulsating shaft. He moaned in delight and shifted his position to give her more access to the rod.
As she wrapped her lovely, soft hand around the throbbing prong, he greedily slithered his own hand into her panties. She sobbed as she felt the thick, strong fingers rubbing across her pubic mound, slicing through the bushy strands that covered it. A violent spasm of delight ripped through her, as Michael began to stroke her pussy lips, bringing the moist, thick liquid of her passion seeping from within her quaking pit.
Her anxious passion was growing more fiery in her loins, and she moaned as she squeezed his manhood tightly in her fist. She could feel the hot, fevered blood racing through the shaft, forcing it to grow bigger and harder with each passing moment that she held it.
She pushed away from him, then, trembling as he quickly removed the rest of her clothing. He watched her intently, standing on one leg to slip the panties over her foot. She tossed them aside in a devilish manner, and stood, with her hands on her hips, naked before him, now.
Her body was trim and enticing. Her hips flared deliciously into long, tapered legs, the thighs full and moist with the dampness of her fever. Her delicate knees were perfectly molded and her exquisite breasts rode up and down on her chest, with the labored action of her breathing.
"God, you are beautiful," Michael Horden moaned. "I have to possess you, Darla, I must! You shall have to belong to me!"
There was something strange in his voice when he said that, but Darla could not for the life of her, understand exactly what it was. The timber of his vocal tone was different, more tinny and remote, as if he were speaking to her in a voice other than his own. He stood up, his eyes now blazing with excitement. He beckoned her to his bedroom, and she followed him, willingly.
He led her to the far wall, that was covered with a tapestry. He pushed it aside, and pressed a concealed button behind the thick hanging cloth. A whir filled the air, and slowly the back wall slid open, revealing a hidden passage beyond.
"Do you love me?" he whispered anxiously to her. "Do you wish to become the only one I care for?"
Fear gripped her in this moment, for a dread was seeping into her mind, coloring the excitement she had felt a moment before. But she yearned for his touch once again, yearned for the powerful throbbing she had felt in her loins and she nodded quickly.
"Yes, yes, my darling, I do," she hissed, her voice weak with emotion. "I want to please you in any way I can, dearest Michael. I do, I do!"
"Then follow me, my precious one," he said eagerly. "I am about to introduce you to a passion you have never known before!"
He held aside the tapestry for her, and then together they slipped behind it. He closed the secret panel once again and switched on a light that barely illuminated the narrow corridor they were in.
Quickly he lead her down the length of the hall and opened another secret door. He pushed her, gently, into the room beyond and ordered her to stand in place while he lit several candles that were placed in holders around the wall.
The room was decorated in the most lavish of furnishings. Rich, expensive material covered the chairs and sofa of the room, and the carpet beneath her feet was deep and sensual about her precious toes. The walls were covered with paintings and photographs, all, to her shock, depicting various sexual acts.
He beckoned to her with his hand and she stepped forward, joining him in the center of the room. She watched as he reached up and pulled a long, thick strand of rope from the beam that hung low over the room. There was a loop at the end of the rope, and he stared at her through the center of it.
"Will you serve me completely, willingly, dearest Darla?" he asked her, his voice more cold and distant then before. "Are you willing to surrender yourself to me, to experience the pleasure only I can give to you?"
She gulped, not truly understanding what he meant, a strange, compelling desire filling her to flee from him at this moment. But her love for him was more powerful, and she pushed her worry and doubt to the back of her mind.
"I will do anything for you, darling," she whispered passionately. "I love you more than anything I can imagine, yes!"
He nodded abruptly and quickly slipped the wide, thick loop of the rope over her wrists. The rope was coarse and bit deeply into her flesh as he drew it tight. He flicked on a switch at the far wall and a motor hummed softly. She watched as the rope slowly wound onto a drum, pulling her arms upward, now, over her head.
A sharp pain filled her shoulders as she felt herself being lifted off the floor. She felt the weight of her body pulling on her bound wrists and she whimpered as the pain rushed through her long, slender limbs.
"Ohh, Michael, it hurts," she gasped, shuddering a bit as the pain seemed to grow in intensity. "It hurts, darling! Ohh, please, must I do this?"
"Yes, yes you must," he hissed violently, coming across the room to face her now. His eyes roamed over her slim, lovely body, drinking in the beauty of her eighteen-year-old flesh. She was breathing heavily now, her gasping tinged with the soft, harsh cry of her pain.
"You must learn to love your bondage, my dear," he whispered almost sensuously, now, moving his fingers lightly over the front of her exquisite body. "The rope is your lover, as much as I am, my dear! You must learn to love us both!"
"But, but it hurts so badly," she moaned, twisting a bit against the pain, only to increase it, as the movement she made forced the rope to cut deeper into her wrists. "I.. . I can't feel anything but the hurt!"
He bent forward, now, pressing his lips to the tops of her ripe, full breasts, kissing them tenderly. One of his hands slithered up along her arm and began to caress her bound wrists, while the other dropped to the quivering mound of her loins.
"I will help you, my dear," he whispered, his voice thick with obvious passion, now. "I will lead you to the point of exquisite agony, I promise you, Darla! You will learn to love, learn to suffer with passion, I assure you."
Darla could barely hear what he was saying now, so powerful was the pain that tore through her bound wrists, and the equally intense pleasure she was beginning to feel in her loins. She felt his fingers kneading and caressing her pussy lips once more, pinching and rolling her soft, slippery petals between them.
Waves of pure delight rippled through her flesh, and she felt her cunt growing hotter now, as the passion fires began to burn brighter in the depths of her cave. His other hand continued to caress her imprisoned wrists, kneading and massaging them, as if the rope might actually be a part of her body, now.
His mouth roamed hungrily over her breasts, kissing and lathering them, wildly. She felt him nibbling on her flesh, sucking hungrily on her nipples, and the constant throbbing of her need began to overwhelm her, then.
Slowly, delicately, he slipped two fingers into her cunt. The sensation of his invasion of her pit sent powerful tremors racing through her, harsh, compelling waves of delightful intensity that left her nearly breathless.
"Ohh, God, that feels so good," she moaned, twisting slightly against the bondage of her hands. "Ummm, Michael, Michael, yes, you make me feel so wonderful!"
He laughed in satisfaction, gently twisting and turning the fingers inside of her, until her cunt was throbbing almost in pain, from the power of her desire. He was naked, now, pressing his groin against her thigh, rubbing the hard, taut thickness of his engorged manhood back and forth against her quivering limb.
She felt the power of him pulsating along side her precious leg and she moaned with even more anticipation, as he rhythmically rode his finger in and out of her, and rocked his meat at her trembling limb.
"You have so much to learn," he whispered passionately, now, his mouth moving against her breasts, greedily. "I must teach you everything, my darling child! I must make you one of us!"
She was certain he said 'one of us' but she had no idea what he meant. Her thoughts, in any case, were distracted now, but the powerful craving she was experiencing in her loins. The pain continued to throb in her wrists from the cutting bite of the rope that bound them, and she could feel her blood being cut off, making her hands go numb and cold, but she tried, frantically, to ignore this.
His hands were like marvelous tools as they wandered over her body, now. He rubbed and squeezed her buttocks and breasts, kneading and fondling them expertly. She sobbed with desire as he caressed her, her entire body, it seemed, poised to explode with pleasure at any moment.
She could feel his prick throbbing with power against her leg and she moved her precious limb against him, anxiously, eager to increase the excitement in the shaft. He laughed in approval and began to push her back and forth, forcing her to sway against the harsh, cruel tightness of the rope that bound her hands.
The pain increased, then, as he twisted and twirled her around. The coarse strands were slicing ever deeper into her flesh and she began to sob with the throbbing hurt, the tears of her pain coming to her eyes.
"Yes, that's it, my dearest," he chuckled coldly. "Suffer, experience the pain I can give to you. Enjoy it, Darla, you must learn to enjoy and love the pain!"
She shivered, unable to see how she could ever learn to accept such agony. Her hands pounded with pain and her body was damp now with the sweat that poured off of her because of it.
"You see, my darling, you must learn to enjoy your helplessness!" he hissed. "Learn to thrill to being, completely at my mercy! It is the only way for you to experience pure joy! To be completely defenseless, to be without any hope for escape! That is the way for you, Darla, the only way!"
His fingers rode in and out of her pussy, violently, now. He was twisting and turning them savagely in her pit, a harsh, cruel attack that was nothing like his soft, tender caressing of before. She winced at the pain of the assault, feeling her pussy quivering with the hurt he gave to it.
He was breathing rapidly, now, and his cock was pounding with excitement at her damp, quivering inner thigh. She could feel his greedy wanting growing stronger, even as the thick, engorged tool seemed to continue to expand against her precious limb.
"The pleasure must be joined with pain," he told her, his voice thick and nearly hypnotic as it left his lips. "You must come to realize that suffering for me, having the pain I can give to you, increases your joy ten-fold!"
Again and again the fingers drove into her. She could hardly see for the pain she felt, now, though the pleasure of the driving digits slashing in and out of her cunt could no longer be denied by the confused and frightened girl, either.
She moaned thickly, yearning for his cock which now throbbed viciously against her leg, pumping with the frenzied blood that raced through it. She sobbed, imagining what it would be like to have his shaft inside of her, trying hard to ignore everything but the awesome delight he was giving her.
"Ohh, Michael, Michael, take me, now," she gasped, almost unable to speak, so violent and impassioned was her need. "Ohhh, God, darling, anything, do anything, but give me your manhood, now!"
The tall, handsome man laughed savagely, dropping his free hand to her soft, warm buttocks. He dug his fingers into one firm, lovely cheek and squeezed it powerfully in his grip.
"I shall have you, my darling bitch," he whispered cruelly. "I shall make you mine, completely! When I am finished with you, my love, you will never want another man again, for no other will be able to please you as I shall!"
With that, he moved his body in line with hers and brought the thick, hot tip of his shaft to her damp, quivering pussy lips. The tender petals fluttered violently as his prick made contact with them, and the sheer power of her wanting made her scream with excitement.
Slowly he pushed forward, driving his cock between the thick, swollen lips that guarded her cave. She felt the thick, pounding helmet penetrating her chamber and the awesome pleasure she felt was beyond her belief.
She sobbed with delight and thrust herself against him, forcing his prick to drive deeper into her hot, eager passage.
"Ohh, dear God, yes, yes, give it to me," she moaned, throwing her lovely head back against her shoulders, shuddering with the overwhelming delight of his invasion. "More, all of it, more! Please, take me, now, Michael, now!
The man laughed in a deep, twisted tone of voice and thrust forward again, this time forcing his prick to the depths of her tunnel, burying himself to the hilt in her hot, narrow cave.
His two hands clutched hungrily at her buttocks and he began to rock back and forth against her, thrusting his tool in and out of her steaming, moist chamber with savage fury. Each stroke he took was more powerful than the last, and each time he buried his meat in her cave, the searing delight of it throbbing inside of her made her want to scream with a delicious agony.
The constant motion of their bodies forced the ropes that bound her wrists to cut ever deeper into her skin. She could feel her flesh being torn and scraped raw by the friction of the rubbing strands, but she did not care.
Even as a bit of blood from her ripped skin began to trickle down her arm, she was too caught up in the ecstasy of his attack, to bother with the throbbing pain she felt. Again and again he slammed his prick into her cunt, twisting and turning ruthlessly, grinding his hard, flat belly against her own.
Back and forth they swayed, each time the arch growing wider, each time the weight of her body and now his, pulling down harder on her trapped wrists. She screamed as the mixture of savage pain and delicious pleasure roared through her flesh, now. It seemed as if there was no part of her body not touched by a violent sensation, and she began to wonder if she would faint from the sheer power of all she was feeling.
Michael Horden was almost like an animal, now, as he took the young girl so viciously. He "slammed his cock in and out of her tight, warm pit with all the power and force he could gather, clearly unconcerned with any pain he might be giving to her, then.
His fingers kneaded and massaged her buttocks savagely, digging deep into the soft, spongy half moons, squeezing them as hard as he possibly could. He could feel her delicate frame quivering with agony, even as the burning fire of her need began to reach a feverish pitch in her lovely chamber.
Her cunt muscles locked hard around his plunging tool and her lovely head rocked from side to side on her shoulders. She was moaning thickly, her lips moving spasmodically as she drew near to a moment of supreme eruption.
"Ohh, God, Michael, it hurts and it feels so good, too," she sobbed, breathless and torn, now between the twin sensations. "I.. . I think I'm going to come! Yes, yes, ohh, God, yes, I'm going to come!"
Her wail of delight was echoing in Michael Horden's ears as she began to shudder violently with the effects of her orgasm. The waves of her creamy fluid washed over his thrusting shaft and he moaned along with her as he felt the climax racing along her taut, steaming inner walls.
He laughed wildly, then, bucking and thrusting into her viciously, now. He forced the swinging arch they made to widen and widen, gave her poor, trapped wrists even more pain as he attacked her. Through her gasps of delight, he could hear her cries of agony, and it made his loins quake more powerfully than ever before, to hear her suffering so badly.
He lunged deep into her cunt, then, gasping and shuddering violently as the hot, boiling come began to burst from the head of his tool. The thick, creamy fluid splashed against the young girl's aching inner flesh and she sobbed as she felt him filling her precious channel with his boiling come.
"Ahh, yes, my sweet captured bitch," Michael moaned, jerking and swaying inside of her. "I'm coming, dear Darla, coming in you, now! And your pain, your pain makes it wonderful, darling, simply marvelous to come, now!"
Again and again the angry bursts of semen shot from his rod and seared the delicate walls of her lovely cave. Darla could hardly breathe any longer from the throbbing pain that accompanied the pulsating delight in her loins. She felt Michael shuddering and bucking inside of her, and she wept softly, with exhausted relief as his orgasm roared inside of her, now. The young girl was completely confused by now, for she had only the pain in her torn damaged wrists, and the powerful delight that rippled through her loins, to depend on for understanding. She was suffering badly, and, ached to be set free, but there was a powerful, strange satisfaction and contentment filling her, now, that clearly had something to do with what he had told her.
She felt the lingering spasms of sensual passion rippling through her pussy, then, even as Michael continued to shudder and quake in her pit. She could think of little else beyond what she was experiencing in her body, and as the final tremors melted away, she realized that she was entering some sort of strange new world, that both frightened and excited her at the same time.