Aquillae

Moonlight In The Barn

Writen by Aquillae
Copyright 10/30/1999,

Text Revised on: 2/9/2000, 6/7/2000, 9/19/2000, 4/20/2001, 5/8/2001

Codes: (Romance, Mf, inter, slight nc, oral, First Time, light bondage)

B ernadette walked slowly into the dim cold barn. After a few bare footed steps on the coarse straw she stopped and hesitated for a few moments. But nestled within those brief silent moments her heart beat feverishly, thrusting her blood through her in a pounding pulsating rhythm. The quickness of her pulse echoed the quick light breathes she stole from the crisp air around her.

The chill shock of the night air bit at her lungs and kept her mind focused on her present situation and the extreme danger she was recklessly placing her young life in. But not even the cool air could chill the fantasy that was racing through her mind.

During the long hot summer days, she would sneak away from the main house and watch him work in the fields. His proud, defiant manner excited her, and added fuel to the flames of her fantasies. During the lonely cool nights she attempted to release her pent-up desires. Lying naked under the covers she played out in her mind the story of her fantasy as her fingers played across her young excited body. Tall, well muscled, dark-skinned, and handsome, he always played the part of the rogue pirate in her fantasy. He would be rough and forceful with her. But not in a mean or hurtful way. Not her rogue pirate. He would use his skills and passion to bring out the woman in her. And he would satisfy her completely. Then, after they had spent the long cool night asleep in each other’s embrace, he would take her away with him, and together they would seek adventure among the eternal stars.

Bernadette was determined to go to any lengths now to bring those sweet dreams of fantasy to life.

She continued slowly across the straw covered floor.

Her nightgown of pale blue was a mere wisp of a veil. Now damp from the evening mists it clung to her, revealing the soft full curves of her young sensuous body. Already fully erect from her arousal, her nipples tensed tighter as they strained against the thin fabric. Her long flowing hair, the dark red of an autumn sun set, flared out behind her in the cool breeze; the ends dancing below her hips. As smooth and white as fine porcelain her skin tingled with goose bumps. Like a frozen knife the air cut through her thin gown and rushed up against her inner thighs, stealing her warmth and replacing it with a cold kiss.

She continued slowly across the straw covered floor.

There was a clank of iron.

Bernadette stopped and caught her breath.

Since sneaking out of her bedroom she had been in a state of excitement. The mesmerizing excitement of her young girlish innocence was broken now by the sharp clang of iron chains. Slowly she lifted her gaze. And there, less than two feet in front of her stood Ja'Har, chained to the main beam, and naked.

The moonlight, sending it's dim, pale, soft white rays into the barn from the upper loft windows, cut across his tall, well-muscled, dark-skinned body. The years of hard labor in the fields had sculptured his body, making it lean and powerful. Above his head his wrists were chained, the heavy old iron links going up and around the main beam. Thick and long his penis thrust outward at her in an obvious display of wanton lust, stirred, she hoped, by the vision of her beautiful young body, wrapped in the thin, translucent fabric of her nightgown.

Bernadette stood silent and gazed at his powerful, naked body. Carefully she took two small steps toward Ja'Har. Although she was still over a foot away from him, the head of his cock was now only an inch or two from her belly.

Her heart began to beat faster. She swallowed hard. Her ears rang with the pulsating beat of her blood. Lightly she bit her lower lip as she tried to steal her nerves. After hesitating slightly she moved her right hand forward. Ja'Har glanced down to watch her hand's movements. She moved her hand underneath the shaft. She swallowed hard again. Then, with her dark green eyes fixed on his great length, she placed her thin white fingers against the dark black flesh of his manhood. The width of him kept her from wrapping her fingers completely around him. The heat and hardness of him took her by surprise. She squeezed him lightly but firmly, causing Ja'Har to moan and roll his head back. The deep purple head swelled larger; a clear liquid emerged from the head. The liquid increased. A small droplet fell to the floor.

Gently she placed her left hand out and glided her delicate fingers over his broad chest. She could feel the thundering beat of his heart. His breathing was heavy. She listened for a moment, and then realized for the first time how heavily she herself was breathing. The thought that she aroused him was thrilling. Thrilling in a naughty playful way which burned her body with desire and fueled her mind with thoughts of lust for a strong powerful man to take her in his arms and love her, to burn her deeply with the searing heat of his lust, to touch her in the most intimate of places and claim her body as his treasure.

Slowly Bernadette began to kneel in front of him, her fingertips tracing the lines of his muscles down to his stomach. Her fingernails lightly scratched his skin as she worked her way down past his waist to his crotch. Her left hand moved down to gently caress one of his balls.

She settled herself into a kneeling position. The thick large head of his erect penis was now level to her lips. With her fingertips she began to stroke the large vein on the underside of the large shaft. Just below the head she moved her fingers in a small circle several times, then slowly glided them up the full length. Ja'Har's penis jerked up slightly as the head swelled even larger. Another droplet fell to the ground.

Ja'Har glanced down. The site and feel of those pale white delicate hands squeezing and rubbing against his dark black flesh fueled his lust for the young woman to nearly the breaking point. Her mouth, with those soft ruby lips so full and tender were only an agonizing few inches away. He so desperately wanted to reach down with his large hands and push the thick swollen head into her mouth and feel the release of his burning lust. But he knew that was wrong. That was not how this game was played. This was for her. All for her. He knew, however, if he was patient and controlled his lust he would get what he wanted later, after she had finished with him.

But it was hard on Ja'Har. Very hard. She was taking too long with her playing.

Bernadette opened her mouth slightly and leaned forward a little, bringing her lips as close as possible to his head without touching it. She hesitated. Ja'Har could feel her warm breath on his head, and it drove him wild. He clenched his jaw tightly and gripped the chains that held his arms up over his head. Her body was lit with a burning desire for him that had slowly built over the past few weeks into a hunger. It was a hunger that cried now for the nourishment of his body. Fueled by that hunger, Bernadette pushed her body past the last hesitations she had for what she was about to do with him.

Her tongue came out a little and moistened her lips. Then, extending it out a bit further, she slowly pressed the tip of her tongue against the slit of his head. Ja'Har released a slight moan of relief, and then tilted his head back down to watch her. Bernadette was surprised by the sweet taste of the clear liquid. She pulled her tongue back into her mouth to savor the taste.

Another droplet began to form at the slit as she stroked and squeezed his long shaft. This time she wanted more than a small tasting. This time she wanted all of him. She wanted every drop of his seed that he could deliver. Slowly her hands slid across his pelvis and back over his ass cheeks. Firmly they gripped his cheeks, her nails pinching hard into his flesh.

Ignoring the small droplet and its sweetness, she leaned forward until her lips touched the tip of his head. Her lips parted slightly as she gave the head of his penis a kiss. While she kissed, she flicked her tongue up and down gathering as much as she could of the sweet liquid onto her tongue.

The time for kissing was over now. Slowly Bernadette parted her lips a little wider. Then, with a slight lean forward, she sucked the head into her mouth. For a short time she savored the feel and taste of his flesh in her mouth then slowly she began to suck on him.

Images of her lust filled dreams rushed through her mind. The wonderfully powerful sensations of his warm flesh within her mouth were more intense in real life than in any fantasy she had ever dreamed between the two of them. Hungry for the true taste of his seed, Bernadette was spurred on to quicken her pace and to try and suck more and more of his great length into her mouth.

With quick thrusts Ja'Har began forcing his pelvis forward against her face, his thick long shaft ramming in and out of her mouth faster and faster, deeper and deeper. Bernadette was quickly losing control of the situation.

Back against her throat he forced the thick head again and again. The sensations of her wet mouth wrapped tightly around his swollen head and shaft were intense. Ja'Har began to moan louder and louder as his body bucked wildly and his pelvis thrust harder and harder at her soft lips.

Her eyes began to tear. Her throat became sore as she continuously gagged against the swollen head.

In an effort to try and slow his aggressiveness and regain some control over him, Bernadette brought her teeth down against his flesh. He felt the pressure of her teeth lightly biting into him, but continued his thrusting and bucking, her teeth acting as another stimulus for his engorged penis. Her fingers griped into the flesh of his cheeks trying to hold his pelvis away from her face. She continued to bite down.

Ja'Har stopped in mid thrust, his ass cheeks squeezed tight. A cry of shock more than pain escaped his lips as her bite past beyond the threshold of pleasure recalling him from the glorious throws of luscious ecstasy. Looking down at his torturer he cursed in a deep harsh voice.

Bernadette released her bite and slowly pulled her head back away from him. His shaft, slick and moist from her saliva, emerged from her mouth. The thick purple head slipped out with a pop, trailing behind it a thin line of saliva back to her lips.

She released her grip on his ass and slowly, very gently wrapped her fingers around the lower portion of his shaft. Glancing up, she caught the pained, angry look in his dark eyes, and it hurt her. She turned her eyes back downward and saw before her the stiff erect mass of his penis glaring back at her, the skin about two inches below the base of the head still marked with the impressions of her teeth.

She leaned forward and gently placed a kiss on the marks.

She kissed him again, and then looked back up into his eyes. The sympathy and love held within those pools of deep emerald expressed everything to him. She wanted to love him, not hurt him. She wanted him to love her, not hurt her.

Slowly she began to stroke the lower two-thirds of his

shaft. Then, without hesitation this time, Bernadette opened her lips and sucked the head into her mouth. When her lips passed the ridge of the head, she stopped. She sucked on the head as her hands quickened the pace of their stroking. Soon she began alternating between sucking and flicking her tongue all over the head while it was still in her mouth.

Ja'Har rolled his head back and from side to side. The sensations of her mouth sucking on his thick head were more intense then his quick thrusting strokes before.

His body began to tense up. His toes dug into the floor and began to curl. The muscles of his arms, shoulders, and chest bulged as he gripped the chains with his massive hands and pulled on them. The wooden beam the chain was looped around began to groan under the strain. Ja'Har pushed his hips forward in a last convulsion, as his body was flooded with the gripping sensations of his orgasm.

The thick length of his shaft pulsated and jerked as she continued her stroking. The head of his penis swelled within her mouth. From the head's slit a stream of seamen erupted.

Bernadette increased the speed of her stroking hands. She continued to suck on the bulging head as her mouth now filled with his seed. The sensation of his creamy seamen erupting into her mouth and mixing with her saliva fueled her lust and sent her mind reeling with exquisite pleasure.

After his fifth eruption, Bernadette was forced to let the head slip out of her mouth. Her hands continued their stroking, now furiously working up and down the entire length of him.

She worked the warm mixture of seaman and saliva around in her mouth with her tongue as she watched his seed continue to erupt from the slit and spray across her nightgown. Seven more times the massive head shot forth a thick stream of seaman. Her breasts were soon covered in the thick fluid; it's warm wetness seeping through the thin fabric of her nightgown and warming her skin. As she swallowed she felt his seed coat her throat.

Now there was only a small amount that ran out from the slit and down the shaft, covering her hands and his skin as she slowed her stokes. Like a kitten she used her tongue to lap up the sweet liquid from her fingers.

She savored the bittersweet taste of him for a few brief moments, and then tilling her head back, allowed the creamy liquid to slide down her throat.

Slowly and very deliberately she leaned forward again and blew a soft cool breath across the tip of his head. The cool sensations of her breath helped quench some of the fire that was burning through Ja’Har’s overheated flesh. With only the tip of her tongue touching him, Bernadette slowly licked up and down his great length cleaning off the seamen that had run down over his flesh during his orgasm.

She wrapped her hands around the base of his shaft, lightly squeezed it, and then moved her hand up the entire length. The head swelled as she reached the top. A generous amount of thick, creamy white seamen emerged from the slit at the head. Quickly Bernadette placed her mouth over his head again and licked all of the creamy seamen onto her tongue before it had a chance to run down the shaft. She pulled her mouth away from the head of his penis and looked up at him. This time she didn't swallow his seed straight away. Instead, she kept the last pools of his seed in her mouth, her tongue playing with the thick, creamy liquid as she moved it around in her mouth.

Ja'Har's penis, though still extended and thick, was no longer stiff and ridged. It hung down now between his legs.

Bernadette traced her tongue up the full length from the tip of his head to his crouch several times. As her right hand lightly gripped his shaft, she buried her face in his crotch and used her tongue to tease his sensitive flesh. Slowly she worked her right hand up and down the length of his soft shaft, as her left hand came up, cupped his balls, and very gently began to massage them.

Ja’Har’s senses were slowly returning to him after the heady rush of ecstasy. The lust he felt for her body was quickly replaced with anger at the way he was being used. He tried to fight his rebuilding arousal and keep his composure, but her soft touch and wet tongue were too much for him. Angry with his weakness in her hands he turned his eyes away from the sight of her and focused on the chains that held his hands over his head.

In his mind he brought up the images of suffering and hardship he had endured since his arrival on her father's plantation. The humiliation of being bought at an auction like some ox or draft horse was the hardest memory for him to deal with. The prodding. The poking. The examinations. All endured as he stood naked and on display for their amusement. He remembered the jokes of his manhood they told with great big smiles and hearty laughs little realizing or believing that "the beast" could understand their language. The image of Bernadette's father came up before his eyes. An image of a round, puffy, sweaty face plopped atop a plump round body that was stuffed into an ill-fitting suit. Ja'Har was so focused on the images of his harsh treatment at the hands of her father he didn't realize Bernadette had stopped stroking and licking him.

With his cock now semi-hard and once again fully erect, Bernadette's thoughts turned from satisfying his pleasures to fulfilling her own needs.

Slowly she stood up. And as she did, she deliberately pressed her young body against his, causing the seamen on her nightgown to be rubbed onto his flesh. Slowly, she stepped back from him and removed her nightgown.

Finally Ja'Har realized she was no longer touching him. His eyes fell upon her just as the nightgown slipped down the length of her body and into a pile on the straw.

His dark eyes traced back up the path her nightgown had fallen. Up her slim legs they climbed. Up past her thighs and over her hips they ventured. Then slowly they drifted down the inner slopes of her pelvis to the thick, dark, blood red of bush. The hairs nearest her lips were wet, causing the hairs to glisten in the pale moonlight. His erection stiffened. The thought of her tight, warm, wetness wrapping around his thick long shaft quickly pushed his earlier thoughts out of his mind.

Her right hand slid down to cover her crotch, then pressed firmly against her body. The slick feel of her wet hair excited her. Slowly Bernadette began to rub the palm of her hand against her hair. The soft pale white skin under her hairs tingled with excitement. Pressing through her lips, her thin delicate finger softly stroked her sensitive flesh.

She glanced up to see that Ja'Har was once again fully erect and ready for her. This time there was no hesitation in her movements as Bernadette stepped toward him.

Placing her hands on his shoulders for balance, Bernadette lifted her right leg slightly and straddled Ja'Har's long thick shaft. Shorter in height by several inches, she forced his rigid hard cock downward as she settled her feet on the ground. She snuggled and rubbed her body up against his. The taut hard flesh of her nipples dug deep into his hard chest. A spark of exquisite pleasure ran from each hardened nipple down the entire length of her body. Their hips brushed and bumped together. The thick fluff of her hair rubbed into the skin at the base of his crotch. Between her thighs his thick long shaft bulged, the head popping out between her ass cheeks.

Bernadette opened her stance a little, and then pressed her body down and nestled his shaft in-between her open lips. The heat of their two sexes mingled. Her hands slid down to once more grip his ass. Slowly she started to rock her pelvis back and forth over his warm flesh, the head of his cock bobbing in and out between her checks.

As she masturbated against his cock, her tongue ran wild across Ja'Har's chest. Wherever she found a trace of his seamen, she eagerly licked at it, savoring the vivid memory of how she first tasted it.

Through all of this Ja'Har remained motionless. His body had already betrayed him once tonight. He was determined not to let that happen again, no matter what she tried to do with him.

Slowly Bernadette noticed the change in his mood. He stood cold and silent, ignoring her as a woman and as a lover. His cock, once hard and rigid, quickly softened. She slowed the rocking movement of her pelvis. She glanced up to meet his eyes. They were dark and dispassionate.

Feeling ashamed and naked, Bernadette stopped her rocking completely. She closed her eyes and lowered her head to his chest. In her mind she had built up a scenario of how this night would progress. This feeling of shame and neglect was never part of those scenarios.

Too embarrassed to walk away from him, Bernadette remained nestled against his body. She wrapped her arms around his waist in a gentle hug, but there was no response from Ja'Har. The chilling bite of a cool breeze swept into the barn and across her backside, making the young girl realize it was the loving warmth of his embrace that she truly wanted most of all from him.

She glanced up at the heavy chains that bound Ja'Har to the center beam. They were heavy iron chains that her father preferred to use when he needed to instill discipline into one of his workers.

She turned her head slightly and searched the posts that were nearest to this center beam. On a post to the right she found what she needed. Ja'Har, curious to know why she had stopped, followed her eyes and caught the glint of metal on one of the posts. He saw what she wanted. It was the keys to the chains.

He only moved slightly, but it was enough for Bernadette to feel the movement. She looked up into his eyes, gave a brief hesitant smile, and then stepped away from him.

Ja'Har watched as she willingly walked over and got the key.

As she walked back to him, he noticed there was no hint of playfulness or teasing in her manner.

Bernadette reached up to unlock the cuffs, but she was too short. She stepped closer to Ja'Har and stood on her toes. This time she reached the cuff around his right wrist. Struggling to fit the key into the lock, Bernadette lost her balance and stumbled against Ja'Har's body. She tried again, this time leaning against his body for balance.

Ja'Har tried to focus his mind on the realization that he would soon be free. But the rubbing and bumping of her warm soft body against his as she tried to work the lock was too much for him to endure. Her firm, young breasts pressed against his chest and rubbed in circular motions, up and down, while her nipples, hardening under the friction of her movements, dug into his flesh. The hot warmth of her sex brushing up and down against his thigh stirred his blood and quickly re-ignited his lust for her. Ja'Har finally gave up the struggle of fighting and accepted the wonderful sensations her body was giving him.

There was a click of metal.

He looked up and saw the cuff on his right wrist open. He freed his hand from the cuff as Bernadette stepped away from him. Cautiously she held out the key ring for him. Ja'Har grabbed the large metal ring, but Bernadette hesitated from releasing the ring. He looked at her.

The sight of his powerful hand, nearly twice the size of her own delicate one, frightened her. Breaking through the excitement of her recent experiences, her mind showed her just how easy it would be for him to hurt her with those powerful hands.

She looked up into his eyes. Ja'Har read the fear in those emerald eyes and it hurt him.

"You wont hurt me?" her voice was quiet and cautious. He did not answer her. "Will you?" hesitantly she added.

"No."

Slowly she released the ring. Ja'Har took the key. As he freed his left wrist from the cuff, Bernadette stepped away from him. She bumped up against one of the posts and gasped in fear. Ja'Har looked at her. His lips curled in a wolfish smile. Rubbing his left wrist he walked slowly over to her.

He guessed it was not yet midnight. The wolfish smile was joined by a dark sparkle in his eyes. There should be plenty of time, he figured, to fully enjoy her ripe young body and still make it to freedom before the house and plantation roused for the morning chores.

Gently he cupped her chin and tilted her head up to face him. Her eyes meet his. "You still want to finish what you started?" he spoke softly to her as he lightly brushed her chin with his thumb.

Bernadette did not answer him. She could not answer. Her heart was pounding so quickly from fear and excitement that she could hear nothing but the thundering beat of her blood pulsating in her ears.

Ja'Har leaned in close to her face, his nose nearly touching the tip of her nose. He sensed the fear in her and it excited him. He could see the rapid rise and fall of her breasts as she quickly drew each breath. But he could also see the signals of her excitement. The light pink of her nipples was flush with color as they hardened in desperate want for stimulation. He let his eyes wonder further down the length of her body. The beautiful thick mound of red hair stirred in him thoughts of her hot, tight, wet walls.

Focusing on her red hair, Ja'Har wondered if she was still a virgin. She was certainly no innocent little girl. The way she treated his body made that clear. But that didn't mean she had been broken, yet. Most of the young ladies of the plantation set would practice and play with a sibling or cousin, but never allowed it to go very far in fear of jeopardizing their virginity - the golden standard that marked their value in a marriage contract. The thought of tearing her open and burning into her mind forever the feel of her first cock, his cock, was too overpowering for him.

His cock bulged and filled with his rushing blood. It bobbed and twitched, desperate for the feel of her warm, tight wetness. He swore in his mind he was going to have her, regardless of what she wanted or how she felt. Let her kick, scream, fight, or cry, he thought. He didn't care. He was going to have her no matter what she did.

Like a frightened rabbit stalked by a hungry wolf, Bernadette stood still. She glanced down at him and was scared. The length and bulk of his penis appeared greater than when she had sucked on it earlier. Her frightened young mind brought up wild images of him holding her body down against the straw and dirt floor and forcibly raping her. The pain, she imagined, would feel as if he were trying to tear her body apart.

"Please 3;" Ja'Har looked up sharply at the sound of her soft voice.

Their eyes meet once more. This time, however, Ja'Har didn't see the fear in her young eyes. This time he saw the lust driven image of her face crying out in wanton passion as he ravaged her young beautiful body.

In a quieter voice Bernadette repeated the word, her soft green eyes wide with fear as they gazed into his.

In his mind's heated state Ja'Har eagerly accepted these words as a plea from her to take her body and pleasure her.

He leaned forward and lightly kissed her on the lips. Bernadette relaxed a little and responded to his kiss by opening her mouth slightly. They continued to kiss. Bernadette relaxed a bit more, the fearful images of being forcibly raped slowly being subdued and pushed back by the sweet pleasurable sensations of his kisses. Her arms came up to rest on his broad shoulders, while he placed his strong hands on her hips.

He broke away from her mouth and started working his kisses slowly down her neck. Bernadette's body tingled with the anticipation of his mouth on her breasts. Ja'Har pulled away from her neck. She waited with her eyes closed for that sweet moment when he would suck one of her nipples into his mouth. The flesh of her nipples tensed in desperate longing for the electric shock that would race through her body as he nibbled and sucked on their tips.

But the moment did not come. Bernadette continued to wait, anxious for the touch of his mouth to return.

It finally came. And when it did, Bernadette was so shocked by the electric bolt racing through her body she gasped and arched her head back. Her eyes burst open in surprise. Quickly looking down she saw his face buried in her thick red hair. Slowly she spread her thighs for him and Ja'Har quickly moved his mouth and tongue down to her moist lips.

Back and forth she rubbed her pussy against his mouth and tongue. She lifted and spread her right leg allowing his tongue better access to her soft sensitive flesh.

Ja'Har worked his mouth and tongue over her tender pink lips, his tongue lapping up her sweet juices. As his mouth moved up in search of her sensitive bud of flesh, his right thumb slipped up between her thighs to press lightly against her virgin flesh. Slowly he began to work his thumb around in small circles.

Bernadette let out a groan of sheer pleasure as she felt the overpowering sensations of his warm moist tongue pressing against her most sensitive spot.

Her hands reached down and caressed the back of his head. Gently she pressed his face into her. Her pelvis began to rock and rub her spread lips against his face. Softly she closed her eyes and tilted her head back as a sweet dreamlike smile began to light her face. Once more in her young mind her fantasy was played out.

Certain she was well lubricated now, Ja’Har pulled his head away from her.

Bernadette opened her eyes and looked down at him. She was greatly disappointed that he had stopped using his mouth on her. She could feel her body so close, so very close to orgasm.

He stood up. And as he did so, he forced his body between her legs, causing them to spread even farther apart.

Ja'Har grabbed her by the hips, pulled her away from the post that she was leaning against, and quickly lifted her body up and against his chest. Her head and shoulders were now above his head. For balance Bernadette wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling her body in close against his. A giggle escaped her as she looked down and saw the sight of his face squashed between the mounds of her breasts.

Wrapping both arms around her waist, he slowly lowered her back down to him. When she was just about eye level with him he stopped and walked forward, bringing her backside up against the wooden post. He pushed his body hard into hers and kissed her. Hungrily the two kissed, their tongues searching the other's mouth and tasting their own juices.

Her nipples dug into his chest. Her legs wrapped around his waist bringing the burning heat of her crotch against his abdomen. Quicker and quicker she pushed and rubbed her crotch against him. The wonderful sensations were beginning to rebuild in Bernadette's young body.

Ja'Har reached down and grabbed the base of his cock with his right hand. He squeezed it hard. The shaft and head swelled even thicker, bulging to an incredible size. He leaned harder into her with his upper body, pressing her against the wooden post, as he tried to slow her bumping and thrusting hips.

The moment had come. He was going to enter her. Soon the entire length of his thick, long cock would be plunging in and out of her tight virgin pussy. Her lips, slick with her juices and his saliva, were ready to accept his great beautiful penis.

Her hot moist lips spread open wide to accept the huge, thick, bulging head of his cock, the tip pressing up against the tight closed flesh of her hymen.

She could feel the hot flesh of his cockhead pressing now into her sensitive flesh. Bernadette knew it would hurt, perhaps even be painful. But the wild sensations rushing through her pussy wanted, nay craved for the powerful, painful sensations that his bulging cock would give her. She was ready. And she desperately needed him now.

With slightly more pressure Ja'Har forced the head of his cock against her flesh. But still it would not yield to him. He pressed the weight of his whole body against her. The tension in his restrained shaft, held back by her flesh, spurred him on to force himself harder against her.

Her jaw clenched. Her eyes shut tight. Bernadette could feel the pressure of his attacks on her virginity build; it was an uncomfortable, unfamiliar sensation. The weight of his strong body began to crush her into the wooden post.

Her innocent flesh was beginning to yield to the building pressure of his assault. Her body tightened and she gripped his shoulders in an effort to prepare herself for the pain of his final breakthrough.

He pulled the head away from her, repositioned himself, and then brought the head back up between her lips. The veins in his cock bulged under the tight grip of his hand.

Angered by the difficulty he was experiencing in penetrating her, Ja'Har, with vengeful determination, deliberately forced the head against her flesh. He forced himself harder. Bernadette shut her eyes, held her breath, and dug her fingernails into his shoulders as the pain increased.

Her flesh tore.

With a rush of momentum Ja'Har forced nearly three inches into her, her slick virgin walls tightly closing around him.

Bernadette caught her breath, shot her eyes wide open, and locked her muscles tight as her body was ripped with a piercing pain sharper than any she had experienced in her young life. As her eyes began to tear, she could see Ja'Har looking down toward her crotch.

Ja'Har adjusted his position and quickly began forcing more of his cock into her. When he had forced all he could into her, he released the grip of his hand on his shaft and gripped her hips tightly with both hands. He pulled several inches out, and then forcefully thrust the whole length back into her.

The gasps of her broken breathing were the only cry Bernadette could manage against the pain that was tearing through her body. She felt she was being split in two; the powerful, rough thrusting of his hard cock acting as the iron spike used to split her young body.

His breathing was erratic and rough. His thrusting became quicker and harder, then very suddenly it stopped.

His body remained clenched forward in the midst of a thrust as his hands gripped into the soft flesh of her hips desperately trying to shove his cock in deeper. It was with exquisite pleasure that Ja'Har felt his seed rush up from his balls, out through the vein in his cock, and into Bernadette's virgin womb.

After relishing in the pleasure for a few moments, Ja'Har slowly pulled himself out of her. Tightly she held onto him, her eyes shut against the pain. He carried her in his arms back to the main beam. Once there, he placed her feet on the straw.

Bernadette allowed her muscles to slowly relax as her mind realized that the painful thrusting was finally finished and his cock had been removed from her body. She was terribly sore and noticed for the first time the sensation of something lightly trickling down the insides of her thighs.

As Ja'Har lifted her arms up over her head, she looked down at her legs. Dark streaks of blood stood out against the white porcelain of her skin. Down her thighs and on the straw covered floor of her father's barn her virgin's blood dripped. Into a small puddle it pooled, mixing with the straw and dirt of her father's barn.

Her virginity was gone.

And with it went the only thing of value her father could use as leverage in a marriage agreement.

There were two quick claps of metal.

Bernadette looked up and saw her hands cuffed in the iron chains that had once held Ja'Har.

He lightly gripped her jaw and turned her face to him. In his eyes there was a sparkle. The corner of his lip curled in a roguish smile as he pictured in his mind the scene of her father finding his pride and joy chained and naked like one of his disobedient slaves with her virtue stolen. Stolen by him, a man bought for a price. A price far less than the blood that now dripped to the ground from between her legs. He leaned forward and kissed her on the lips.

Bernadette closed her eyes and did not return his kiss, her mind racing with fear at the thought of him rapping her again. Perhaps even forcing himself into her ass. She clinched her ass tight at the horrible thought. Soon she realized that his lips had moved away from hers. She waited nervously for his assault to re-commence, the whole time quietly cursing herself for unchaining him.

When his touch did not return, Bernadette slowly opened her eyes.

Ja'Har was standing in front of her, dressed in the dirty work clothes he had been forced to live in ever since his arrival on her father's plantation. A broad grin was on his face. Casually he brushed her long hair back off her shoulders so that her front was now completely exposed. "Don't forget to tell your poppa I said thank you for the going away present." Then with a pat on her ass he added, "And if it's a boy, give him my real name. Ja'Har."

Her mind reeled. She tried to concentrate and figure in her mind her cycle of days. But in the dimly lit barn naked, chained, and scared her thoughts kept returning to the singular thought of her conceiving his child.

Images of her father venting his anger rushed through her mind and she started sobbing.

"Please, don't leave me like this."

"This is how your father regularly left me."

"But I never did." She looked into his eyes for pity and found none there. "I set you free."

"Would you do it again?"

Bernadette lowered her head. After a few moments he repeated his question. "No," she answered quietly.

"I thought so."

Ja'Har turned and quickly walked toward the door.

Bernadette followed him with her angry eyes as tears streaked down her cheeks. "You wont get away with this!"

"Oh, I wont?" he called back over his shoulder.

"That's right. Every trader and smuggler in the ports will know you’re a slave. You're dressed like one and you stink like one too." Ja'Har stopped and thought for a moment about his clothes. Turning, he walked slowly back to her. "And when word reaches them about the bounty on your miserable head they'll turn you over faster than you can spit!"

He stood close to her, their bodies almost touching. "So, I stink. What should I do to change this?" Slowly he began to play with the key ring, the key dancing just in front of Bernadette's eyes. "I could go into the main house and take a bath." A big broad smile appeared. "Who knows? Perhaps momma or your little sister will be awake and"

"You go in there and my father's men will cut you to pieces," she cut him off with the threat, not wanting to think about the situation he was describing.

"Maybe. Maybe not." He didn't say any more, but walked off toward the wall of tools.

Bernadette watched as he took a machete off the wall and tried several practice swings with it. He looked back at her and said smiling, "A little `too' big perhaps." Finally he decided on a small pruning knife. Then, just as Ja'Har was about to leave the wall, he caught out of the corner of his eye something that made him stop.

There was a cruel devilish glint in his eyes as he turned to face Bernadette. She felt as if he was raping her again with those dark eyes. He walked a few paces down the wall and turned to face it, his body blocking her view of what he was doing. After a minute Ja'Har turned and walked back to her.

Bernadette's heart froze in terror. Coiled in a loop around his forearm was a leather whip her father had often used.

She struggled and pulled against the iron chains trying to get free. Quickly Ja'Har grabbed both of her thin wrists in his left hand and stopped her before she injured her arms. To her relief he unlocked the chains.

As she felt the grip of his hand loosen, Bernadette prepared herself for the moment when he would release his grip and she would be free to run. But he didn't release his grip completely. Instead, Ja'Har tucked the knife into his belt and the key ring into a pocket in his pants. Then, he pulled the whip off of his arm and unraveled it. As she saw the black leather dangle down in front of her, she was filled with terror at the thought of him using it on her.

"I'm going to release your arms. If you run, I'll catch you and make you very sorry. Understand." It was a hollow threat. Never again would he use such a weapon on another human after having experienced the cutting burns of its bite.

Bernadette didn't hear him. Her mind was locked on the swinging black braid in front of her.

Ja'Har slowly released her wrists. To his amazement she kept her arms above her head. He took the whip and stepped behind her. Even with her wrists free and the whip removed from her sight, Bernadette remained frozen in place, her eyes focused ahead of her. Like a small animal her fear kept her paralyzed in the hope that he would keep walking and leave her in peace.

Bernadette caught her breath as she suddenly felt the leather braid wrapped around her neck. Before her hands could reach it, the whip was knotted and closed snug around her throat.

Ja'Har leaned forward and spoke into her left ear. "Now I don't have to worry about you running away from me."

She gripped the leather braid. "What are you going to do to me?"

"I'm going to take your advice." He noticed her puzzlement and explained. "I'm going to wash my smelly body and toss away these dirty clothes of a slave. Then, I'm going to splash on some of that smelly perfume your father uses and take some of those fancy clothes too. Then I wont be recognized as a slave, but as a man. A rich man like your father."

"And me?"

"You're going to be my guide through the main house." His voice took on a deliberate tone, "One cry or call and you'll be the first one to die." He nudged her in the back causing her to stumble forward. With a quick jerk of the whip handle he pulled her back to him. "Don't get too far ahead of me, little girl."

"Bernadette." she hissed back at him.

"Then let's go, Bernadette." He replied, stressing each syllable of her name.

She walked toward the barn door keeping a slow pace. Close behind her he followed like a master walking his pet.

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