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Chupa's Pet
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Category:
1 through F › Blade (All)
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
Views:
2,984
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own the Blade series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
On your hands and knees
“On your hands and knees.” Chupa’s eyes narrowed watching as she slowly bent down and landed on all fours, palms on the floor. Her eye was inches from his large leather boot, and she was almost certain he was going to kick her in the jaw with it. He stirred in his chair and she winced, but he didn’t notice. He moved his legs onto her back, using her as a foot rest. His legs were heavy on her lower back and after a minute her arms began to wobble under the pressure. Eventually she fell to the floor, his legs on top of her. He laughed briefly, deep in his throat with mild amusement.
Moving his legs off her, he sunk back further into his chair and undid the button and zip on his leather pants. “On your knees.” He saw her upper body come into view as she got up off the floor. Leaning forward he grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her forward, eyes level with his placid dick.
“Suck it.” He ordered and pushed her head down further to his groin. She reached with both hands to his pants and took out his length, only just managing to move her mouth over the head before he pushed her right down, near enough choking on him. She started to move slow, the saliva making a sufficient lubricant for now. When his pre-cum started flowing, it made it much easier. Her head bobbed up and down his shaft and he was making small grunts of pleasure.
Without saying a word he pulled her off, and pushed her to the floor on her back. He pulled off his pants and stepped out of them whilst also taking off his top. Chupa dropped to his knees, body going over hers, and ripped her pants off. He grabbed her knees, pulled them into a bent position and roughly separated them.
He bent down to her ear.
“The more you resist me, the more it’ll hurt. Got it?” He grabbed her hair to show how serious he was and she nodded. She cried out in pain as he thrust in to her, as she was still dry, and even as he began moving in and out of her, as some of his juices mixed with her body, it still wasn’t enough. He grabbed her inner thigh harshly, so hard she knew there would be a bruise. She cried out in pain again and grabbed onto his shoulder, but her movement and sound only seemed to encourage him to go faster.
By now he was moving in and out so fast and deep that she felt herself bleed slightly. He leant forward, putting his weight on her, and bit her breast enough so that a small trickle of blood came through the broken skin. Tears were falling from her eyes, and running down her cheek to her neck and onto the floor below.
“Stop.” She whispered. “Stop! Please stop!” She begged, her voice not daring to come out any more than a whisper.
He made a howling noise deep in his throat, and his pace suddenly slowed down. She felt a liquid erupt in the base of her stomach and then he pulled out almost immediately after. He was still on top of her, supporting the majority of his weight on the palms of his hands that were either side of her head.
She bit her lip so she wouldn’t cry at the numb pain between her legs.
After only a few seconds he got up to his knees, then stood up completely. She closed her eyes, one leg still bent the other flat on the floor, arms falling by her side. Chupa grabbed his clothes from the floor, staring longingly at the blood dribbling between her thighs. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and soundlessly moved into his bedroom.
#
At dusk the next day he awoke. Throwing on a sleeveless black top and his leather pants from the night before he made his way to the living area where he left his pet. She was trying to light a fire.
“I’m going out.” He announced.
She visibly jumped, turning around with wide eyes and a hand over her chest.
“I’ll be back before sun rise. I want this place cleaned up before I get back – if it’s not,” he paused. “Well I wouldn’t want to be you.” He added in a low voice before throwing the door open, and locking it after him. She sighed heavily.
#
Hunting had been brilliant. A young woman and her very old rich husband had been stupid enough to walk down an alley behind the local burger joint. He’d had away with the woman first, playing with her sexually in front of her husband who nearly had a heart attack. Then he hit the old man in the head till he was sure he wouldn’t see daylight again. Looking through the old man’s wallet he had found just under five hundred dollars. It would be more than enough to buy some more weapons.
Walking in to the abandoned vicarage he took in the newly cleaned house. The cobwebs had disappeared, dust and leaves swept from off the wooden floors. Walking into the living room the fire was roaring, and the candles were glowing. Moving into the kitchen which he hadn’t used in forever, he saw it was clean too, pots and pans arranged neatly. It almost looked too clean for his liking.
“Oh!” She exclaimed in surprise as he entered the kitchen, not even hearing he had returned. She was holding a bucket in one hand and an old rag in the other. It then occurred to him that he had to give her a name – not even a name but something to call her when he told her to do something.
“Not bad.” He sniffed, looking around. “Cat.”
She looked up at him, but not in his eyes. “That’s your new name.” He stated. “Get used to it.”
Cat nodded.
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Moving his legs off her, he sunk back further into his chair and undid the button and zip on his leather pants. “On your knees.” He saw her upper body come into view as she got up off the floor. Leaning forward he grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her forward, eyes level with his placid dick.
“Suck it.” He ordered and pushed her head down further to his groin. She reached with both hands to his pants and took out his length, only just managing to move her mouth over the head before he pushed her right down, near enough choking on him. She started to move slow, the saliva making a sufficient lubricant for now. When his pre-cum started flowing, it made it much easier. Her head bobbed up and down his shaft and he was making small grunts of pleasure.
Without saying a word he pulled her off, and pushed her to the floor on her back. He pulled off his pants and stepped out of them whilst also taking off his top. Chupa dropped to his knees, body going over hers, and ripped her pants off. He grabbed her knees, pulled them into a bent position and roughly separated them.
He bent down to her ear.
“The more you resist me, the more it’ll hurt. Got it?” He grabbed her hair to show how serious he was and she nodded. She cried out in pain as he thrust in to her, as she was still dry, and even as he began moving in and out of her, as some of his juices mixed with her body, it still wasn’t enough. He grabbed her inner thigh harshly, so hard she knew there would be a bruise. She cried out in pain again and grabbed onto his shoulder, but her movement and sound only seemed to encourage him to go faster.
By now he was moving in and out so fast and deep that she felt herself bleed slightly. He leant forward, putting his weight on her, and bit her breast enough so that a small trickle of blood came through the broken skin. Tears were falling from her eyes, and running down her cheek to her neck and onto the floor below.
“Stop.” She whispered. “Stop! Please stop!” She begged, her voice not daring to come out any more than a whisper.
He made a howling noise deep in his throat, and his pace suddenly slowed down. She felt a liquid erupt in the base of her stomach and then he pulled out almost immediately after. He was still on top of her, supporting the majority of his weight on the palms of his hands that were either side of her head.
She bit her lip so she wouldn’t cry at the numb pain between her legs.
After only a few seconds he got up to his knees, then stood up completely. She closed her eyes, one leg still bent the other flat on the floor, arms falling by her side. Chupa grabbed his clothes from the floor, staring longingly at the blood dribbling between her thighs. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and soundlessly moved into his bedroom.
#
At dusk the next day he awoke. Throwing on a sleeveless black top and his leather pants from the night before he made his way to the living area where he left his pet. She was trying to light a fire.
“I’m going out.” He announced.
She visibly jumped, turning around with wide eyes and a hand over her chest.
“I’ll be back before sun rise. I want this place cleaned up before I get back – if it’s not,” he paused. “Well I wouldn’t want to be you.” He added in a low voice before throwing the door open, and locking it after him. She sighed heavily.
#
Hunting had been brilliant. A young woman and her very old rich husband had been stupid enough to walk down an alley behind the local burger joint. He’d had away with the woman first, playing with her sexually in front of her husband who nearly had a heart attack. Then he hit the old man in the head till he was sure he wouldn’t see daylight again. Looking through the old man’s wallet he had found just under five hundred dollars. It would be more than enough to buy some more weapons.
Walking in to the abandoned vicarage he took in the newly cleaned house. The cobwebs had disappeared, dust and leaves swept from off the wooden floors. Walking into the living room the fire was roaring, and the candles were glowing. Moving into the kitchen which he hadn’t used in forever, he saw it was clean too, pots and pans arranged neatly. It almost looked too clean for his liking.
“Oh!” She exclaimed in surprise as he entered the kitchen, not even hearing he had returned. She was holding a bucket in one hand and an old rag in the other. It then occurred to him that he had to give her a name – not even a name but something to call her when he told her to do something.
“Not bad.” He sniffed, looking around. “Cat.”
She looked up at him, but not in his eyes. “That’s your new name.” He stated. “Get used to it.”
Cat nodded.
PLEASE R/R IF YOU LIKE IT, I HAVE ANOTHER TWO CHAPTERS AFTER THIS TO UPLOAD IF YOU WANT ME TO!!!!!