The Monster's Defiled Sex Slave (Contract of Eternal Submission Part 3) (5 page)

“Miss O’Hara?”

Savannah smiled seductively as she turned
around, wiping sweat from her brow. “Yes, Dr. Preston, how may I
serve you?” she asked sweetly, her voice dripping with
innuendo.

“My office,” he husked before disappearing
down the hall. No one else was around, so Savannah straightened her
shirt as she hurried after him. She entered the office and saw
Elijah with his back to her, gazing at some medical diagram on his
wall.

“Close the door.”

Savannah shut the door as her body prickled
with sexual desire.

“While I don’t hold the same claim over you
in the human world, I still want to possess you and make you mine,”
he said in a low voice.

Savannah’s knees nearly buckled at his
words.

“Can I do so?” he asked, turning around to
face her, his face filled with longing and passion.

“Yes,” she moaned as she felt her breasts
become heavy with need.

“Over here!” he ordered and Savannah scurried
around to his side of the desk. Elijah reached around the front of
her, undoing her shorts before letting them fall to the floor. In
one powerful yank, he shredded her underwear.

“Bend over.”

Savannah obeyed, supporting herself with her
hands flat on the desk, panting with her building lust.

“We don’t have much time,” he breathed, and
Savannah heard the arousing sound of his pants being unzipped.
Before she could even think, Elijah pushed inside her, filling her
tightly.

“Ohhh,” she groaned as her body collapsed
against the desk. Pushing up behind her, Elijah grabbed onto her
slender hips, slowly sliding his cock in and out of her. He wasn’t
as big or thick as he was in his demon form, but he still felt
amazing and Savannah moaned softly as he reached around to play
with her swollen breasts.

“I like fucking you like this,” he murmured,
his cock gliding in and out. “I like seeing you submitting to
me.”

“I love being dominated by you,” Savannah
gasped, reaching around to play with her clit. Elijah pushed her
hand away and moved his own hand over her swollen nub. Savannah
nearly cried out at the orgasmic touch of Elijah’s magic fingers.
He rubbed her in such a way that she knew he must be using magic.
She saw stars as he continued to fuck her while teasing her
engorged clit.

“Oh, Elijah, I’m going to cum if you keep up
like this,” she whimpered.

“Not yet.”

He removed his hand from her front and held
onto both her hips tightly as he began to drive into her. Savannah
bit her lip to keep from screaming as Elijah slammed her body into
the desk with each powerful thrust.

“Cum, Savannah!” His voice was dark and
powerful and Savannah came as she never had before, shaking and
quivering as her pleasure rocked her entire being. She trembled
against the table as each deep thrust staked Elijah’s claim.

“Mine,” he growled.

“Yours,” she panted. At her words, Elijah
came, groaning as his body shook violently. He poured himself into
her; his cock pushed in as deep as it would go and Savannah felt
the warmth from his semen inside her. Once he was empty, Elijah
pulled out, quickly zipping his fly back up as he nuzzled
Savannah’s back.

“Sorry to fuck and run, baby, but it’s a
crazy day. I just wanted to remind you who owns your sweet
cunt.”

Savannah smiled lazily, feeling satisfied and
satiated. “It’s okay. You know you own all of me,” she said,
reaching for a tissue to clean herself up. Since she no longer had
any panties, and she didn’t want to leak all over her shorts.

“I might have to go to the hospital tonight,”
he said ruefully, checking his phone. “They texted me to tell me to
be on alert.”

Savannah pouted as she pulled her shorts up.
“I’ll miss you then,” she complained, wrapping her arms tightly
around his waist.

“I’ll miss you, too,” he said honestly,
squeezing her so tight that she thought her heart might burst.
Savannah left his office walking on air. Nothing lifted her spirits
more than a good mid-day fuck at work.

True to his word, Elijah was sent to the
hospital for the evening. Savannah spent another night alone pining
for him, but at least they had their tryst earlier in the day. The
night passed without incident and Savannah wondered if Charlotte
was at work with Elijah right now. The sooner she forgot all about
that, the better she would feel. Of course, Elijah would have
one-night stands, and having one with someone at work made sense.
She wasn’t going to dwell on it.

Friday morning dawned bright and clear and
Savannah was beyond excited to see Elijah. In such a short amount
of time, she already needed him in such a way that frightened her.
Dressed in an orange pleated skirt and simple black blouse, she
made her way to the TV studio. As she was rounding the corner, a
black sedan pulled up alongside her and she smiled. Elijah knew how
to arrive in style and she waited for the window to roll down.
Instead the car came to a halt and Savannah stood nearby wondering
if Elijah would walk the last few steps with her.

The following events happened so quickly that
Savannah didn’t even have time to process them. The door flew open
and Savannah saw a person dressed in black jump out. Wearing a ski
mask, they threw a bag over Savannah’s head and pushed her into the
waiting car. Savannah didn’t even have time to scream before the
car was speeding down the block. Covered in darkness and restrained
by strong hands, Savannah shouted in the car until she realized it
was pointless. She had better save her voice, she might need it
later.

She felt the car speed along and she trembled
with fear, feeling her hot breath against her face trapped by the
bag covering her head. Her mind whirled with questions and she
tried not to panic as she struggled to recall every detail. There
were two people in the back, the one who had kidnapped her and the
one who was sitting inside to grab her once she was pushed inside.
Sagging against the seat, she tried to determine if they were male
or female; she couldn’t tell.

Fat tears rolled down her face. Was this
related to Elijah? Her parents? Unfortunately, Savannah was
connected to many important people and she was always aware that
some people were only interested in her for her money. In just the
short week that she had been involved with Elijah, she had already
had issues with his ex-lovers, god only knew how many more there
were out there.

The car moved on and she felt that she might
vomit. Would she be beaten? Raped? Killed?

“Please,” she pleaded. “I haven’t seen your
faces. Just let me out and I’ll forget all about this.”

There was no response as the car continued
on. The further the car moved from where she was abducted, the more
and more Savannah felt her hope waning. To her knowledge, no one
had even seen her being kidnapped.

After maybe an hour or so, the car began to
slow down and then finally come to a stop. Savannah felt strong
arms pull her out of the car and begin dragging her helpless body
through grass. The grass tickled her feet and she could smell
woods. She heard the car leave and she felt a deep knot of terror
in the pit of her stomach. Suddenly the bag was ripped off her head
and she looked at the two unrecognizable people in ski masks. She
was outside, maybe in a yard, and the area looked somewhat
familiar. Suddenly the air hummed with energy, and before Savannah
could realize she was in Elijah’s back yard near the portal, she
was yanked through the portal by a long slender white hand with
blood red fingernails.

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The following is an excerpt
from the first episode in the Forced, Fucked, and Bred series
–
Forced Awakening

While enjoying the summer at her grandmothers
cottage Sophie falls captive to a sex-crazed Werewolf. Still a
virgin, Sophie is reluctant to give in to his sexual desires.
Hopeless and without a plan of escape she begins to crave the wolfs
depraved needs.

A small taste of what's inside:

“No!” Sophie screamed, beating her fists
against the man’s back.

“The less noise you make, the easier this
will be,” the man said darkly.

“Help!” she cried, “Someone help me
please!”

But the man was fast and seemed unaffected by
her weight as he swiftly carried her deeper into the woods. Sophie
screamed again, in vain, but she knew no one would hear her. She
thrashed and kicked her legs and beat her fists, exerting every
ounce of energy she had.

“Female, you do not want to use all your
energy now,” said the man, and she heard the dark humor in his
voice. The sound made her stomach turn. She went limp against the
man, and quickly began devising a way to escape. She felt the man
slowly slide his fingers up her legs, under her skirt.

“No!” she cried out, kicking her legs. But he
held her legs tight with one arm, while the other arm explored her
soft, young skin. The man moaned deeply and he pushed his fingers
up to her thighs, feeling her soft flesh. He kneaded his fingers
into the skin, moaning in quiet appreciation. Sophie squeezed her
eyes shut, cringing from his touch.

Sophie noticed that the man’s pace began to
slow and it seemed as if he were tiring. Of course he couldn’t
continue at his pace with Sophie thrown over his body. Taking
advantage of the opportunity, Sophie kicked with force and her body
hit the ground with a thud. She scrambled to get up and run, but
the man was faster, pinning her to the earth.

He smiled, “No need to run, female. You can’t
escape.”

Sophie fought against his weight, but he did
not budge.

“I wanted to find a better spot, but this
will have to do,” he said. Sophie studied the man; under normal
circumstances he was probably very attractive. He was tall and
broad with large muscles. He had dark auburn hair and dark
chocolate eyes with a strong jaw.

“I am Rylan,” he said, his voice softer. “I
wish you no harm, but I must use your body.”