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Denied! - 1 (m/f, m/beast, nc, v, ped, bd) by Jonnerz (jonnerz@bdps.net) *** A young man wanders into a massive castle like mansion only to find himself enslaved by its inhabitants and forced to submit. Frustrated with his new life, he finds peace in a young girl and a canine companion. *** Story Pre-View: One could have sworn she was a Goddess, her beauty and elegance far surpassed that of anything within the known world. She wore an extremely tight, strapless, red leather dress, low cut and exposing the tender, pale white cleavage of a well-endowed chest. Raven black locks of straight, glimmering hair poured from her head to sway gently over each shoulder, cascading down her back in waves, the tips a bright white and brushing over the curve of her well defined and shaped ass. Around her waist she wore a loosely tied, dark purple silk belt like cloth, which dangled downwards to cover the majority of her front and thighs, A split running up the left side of the ankle long dress, reaching her hips, exposing the milky white flesh of her well shaped legs. Disclaimer: This story contains subjects of an adult nature. It involves or will involve D&S, bestiality, shemale sex, watersports, pedophilia, torture and bestiality. If these topics offend you, please do not read any further. This story carries absolutely no resemblance to real life and is not meant to endorse such actions. This story is merely for the enjoyment of the reader. Feel free to distribute this story freely as long as it is left in its entirety. If you have any comments, questions, or requests, by all means feel free to e-mail them to me. =---= Every End Has a New Beginning :: Chapter I :: Either the young man did not realize the enormity of the situation he was in, or he was way to over confident as he danced around his opponent like a child hood friend in a game of Good and Evil. His opponent was a massive creature, obviously bread for destruction, its hulking form standing nearly twice as tall as the young man, and twice as thick. It's arms and legs were of massive, heavily muscled proportions, each hand, more then likely, large enough to enclose the young man's head within a palm. The creature was just that, a creature, its race and origin unknown, something daemonic, yet not. Its flesh was hairless and carried a soft maroonish tint, eyes of the most dazzling blood red, flaming brightly with its rage. Its maw was humanoid, as was it's face, yet its jet black hair seemed to writhe as if alive, swirling about it's head fiercely, almost as if it was fueled by it's rage. Each massive finger and toe, ending in a sharply pointed talon, seemed to be an endless wave of motion and sound, constantly tapping nail against nail, or toe against the cold stone floor below. Tick... tick... echoing ominously all around. And yet, the young man continued to dance around the creature, taunting and laughing, waving his short sword around like a baton. Golden locks of shoulder length and slightly curled hair bounced around behind him, his voice a soft baritone, adding to the assumption that he was fairly young. "'C'mon ya big buffoon, you ain't got nothing on me!" He himself would have been considered a big man, but next to the creature he was nothing more then the child he was. The young man may have been well built and with looks to make any woman woo, but he was still only seventeen, still inept in the ways of life, and obviously, a fool in this instance. It didn't take long before the massive creature grew tired of the games, a massive hand striking out for the young man's head with unbelievable speeds, nothing more then a blur to the human senses. The young man barely had time to lift his sword to deflect the blow, which, as any seasoned fighter would know, was a grave mistake. He knew little about the creature, the way it worked, the way it fought, or even if it was what it appeared to be. The creature's massive fingers curled around the blade of the short sword and yanked it from the young man's hands, as if his grip was that of a two year old. Oddly enough, the sword didn't sever the flesh, nor did it scratch the surface, quite the opposite of what one would expect, the blade seemed to have sunken within its palm, which quickly closed around it, as if the creature could manipulate the physical aspects of it's form within the blink of an eye. Lunging, the creature quickly took hold of the young man within both hands, talons dangerously close to severing the flesh at belly and back, it's solid black tongue snaking free from within the depths of it's maw to snake out over the young man's cheek, though large enough to nearly cover his entire face, glistening with saliva, which dripped from it's tongue onto the young man's chest, rapidly soaked up by the plain brown tunic he wore. The young man kicked and squirmed with all he had, fists pounding against the creature's chest and face, which merely let out a deep raspy chuckle as if it tickled. Just as the creature had begun to squeeze, and the young man had begun to cry out in agony, a strikingly beautiful, feminine voice called out softly from within an open doorway just down the hall. "Enough" it seemed to purr. The creature's grasp instantly loosening, the young man falling to the ground with a stifled grunt. One could have sworn she was a Goddess, her beauty and elegance far surpassed that of anything within the known world. She wore an extremely tight, strapless, red leather dress, low cut and exposing the tender, pale white cleavage of a well-endowed chest. Raven black locks of straight, glimmering hair poured from her head to sway gently over each shoulder, cascading down her back in waves, the tips a bright white and brushing over the curve of her well defined and shaped ass. Around her waist she wore a loosely tied, dark purple silk belt like cloth, which dangled downwards to cover the majority of her front and thighs, A split running up the left side of the ankle long dress, reaching her hips, exposing the milky white flesh of her well shaped legs. Purring softly as she approached the creature, a long fingered hand lifted to rest on the massive forearm of it's right arm, the creature seeming to coo back gently as it slumped to it's haunches to sit at her side, long red nails tapping gingerly upon it's flesh. "I see you have met Bar'tok" she purred softly, rolling the 'r' in the creature's name. "He's such a wonderful creature.. don't you agree?" Red, pouty lips formed into a smirk, sparkling blue eyes locking upon the form of the young man still upon the floor, cradling his midsection. Scowling softly the young man shakes his head before laboring to his feet, still unable to shake the feeling of having been crushed, his insides aching. "You call that a meeting? Geeze lady... you need to teach that thing some manners!" The young man's face was quickly becoming red with rage, his eyes seeking out his misplaced sword. "Return my sword to me and I'll be on my way." Smiling she tilted her head slightly, raven locks pooling about the right side of her pale face, plush lips forming into a pout. "Aww... did we hurt his pride? Poor boy." Her voice was taunting and down right insulting. "First off child, I am Mistress Sharra... NOT lady... secondly... you are my new prize... you go nowhere unless I say otherwise. Fight me... and your life will become misery at it's best!" Her voice went cold quickly, sending a shiver down the young man's spine. Flinching slightly he swallowed, brows narrowing before he took a quick glance at the massive creature, which simply grinned it's toothy grin at the young man. Okay great! he thought. I've got a psycho woman who thinks she can claim rights to me and a daemon I can't even begin to fight equally. Shaking his head, still clasping his mid-section, he smirks. "I'm nobodies property... lady... if you want me, come get me!" Turning, he breaks into a run, barreling down the hallway at break-neck speeds, golden hair flowing out behind him. Shaking her head, Sharra sighs, her tongue escaping the confines of her mouth to run over her lower lip before she gestures towards the fleeing man glancing down towards the massive creature Bar'tok. "Go" she whispered starting to walk down the hall at a casual pace, hips swaying seductively as her arms crossed in front of her abdomen. Rising from its haunches, the massive creature took to a casual jog, heavily corded, long legs carrying him quickly after the fleeing man. Reaching out a massive hand, he wraps strong thick digits around his neck lifting him from the ground with a snicker, it's gruff daemonic voice ringing out in a snake like hiss. "Mistress set terms, you no choice now." Pinning the man against the wall face first, holding him nearly three feet from the ground he looks to Sharra with a grin. "Can Bar'tok play now?" it hissed again, it's long, black snake like tongue slithering from the depths of it's mouth to run over the back of the young man's neck and flick over his ear. "Gods help me" The young man murmured as the creatures tongue flicked over his ear, Sharra just now reaching them, her voice a gentle purr as she moved up behind the creature, placing a small hand upon it's lower back. "Not yet my pet, but soon... let us return home." Continuing on down the hall, the creature follows, the young man's arms pinned behind him, feet still dangling from the floor. "The Gods can do nothing for you now child, you are mine, and in time you will be begging me for attention and love like all the rest." =---= Approximately thirty minutes later, they arrived before a pair of massive wooden doors, a pad lock as large as an average mans head securing it shut, two massive black rottweilers lounging at either side of the door, the animals quickly perking to attention as their Mistress approached, a soft whine escaping the throats of both as they rose to a sitting position, their gaze looking over their Mistress' new capture with a conserved, cautious demeanor, their intelligence seeming to be beyond that of what one would expect from a dog. Moving in front of Bar'tok, still easily holding the now still young warrior, a hand lowers to gently scratch behind the ears of one of the dogs, the other passing over the massive lock which literally vanishes beneath her touch, both doors swinging inwards to reveal a large, nearly vacant chamber, a massive fire place, flames dancing exotically, the only source of light within. Sliding quietly over the floor, Sharra seats herself comfortably upon a large red velvet couch, both rots following to join her on the couch, one laying at either side of her form, a head resting on either thigh as she curled her feet beneath her. Smiling up at the young man as Bar'tok brings him in, a hand goes to either head of the large dogs, gently scratching each behind the ears. "Welcome to your new home." she purrs softly as the creature stops before her, facing her so the young man would have no choice but to gaze upon her. "Tell me your name child." She purred out to him. The young man inhaled deeply, his mind racing. There was no way he'd get out of this, that creature was fifty times the opponent he was and she had already displayed some magic abilities. Sighing, an elongated release of air he murmurs softly "Dalton" before falling silent his gaze upon the floor at his feet. Gesturing with a hand, signaling the massive creature to release him, Bar'tok drops the young man to the floor, who collapses in a heap as he attempts to regain some circulation in his numb arms. Having gone through this several times previously, Bar'tok bends and forces the man to stand, a massive hand curled around either bicep, holding him firmly in place. Rising from her perch upon the couch, Sharra steps towards the man with a slow stride, each dog accompanying her, one at either side. Raising a hand to lightly brush golden locks back from Dalton's face she smiles seductively before grazing a long nailed finger down his cheek. "We're going to have all kinds of fun child, that is if you do not fight me, then it will only be I having the fun, yourself lost in pain and misery." Her finger trailed over his lips and chin before trailing down his chest, his tunic seeming to fade away as her hand passed, leaving his well defined muscled chest exposed to her gaze, drinking him in. Her finger continued to trail downwards, clothing disappearing as it went before her hand pauses at his groin, gently squeezing the package in-between his legs, pants continuing to fade, boots soon following leaving Dalton standing there before her completely nude. Shivering beneath her touch, Dalton merely murmurs gently in compliance "I'll not fight you... Mistress." the last word sending a shiver down his spine. Bar'tok released his grasp stepping back a bit at the same time Sharra did, her gaze once again drinking in Dalton's beautiful, heavily muscled form, lingering on the limp cock hanging between his legs and enshrouded in a tuft of blond hair, large even when soft. "Now you may play Bar'tok," she whispered as she turned and headed back towards the couch, once again sinking within the cushions, both of the rots taking up their positions at either side, all three seeming to watch intently as Bar'tok circled the young warrior, massive hands untying the loin cloth about it's waist and dropping it to the floor. Grinning Bar'tok ran a massive finger gently over his slightly hard daemonic cock, it's member beyond massive, even in it's semi-hard state, reaching nearly eight inches and five inches around. It was nothing like human, small ridges and bumps covering it's entire length, it's tip ending in a soft fleshy point, much like that of a dogs, the entire thing blacker than pitch, the color fading to a maroonish tint towards the base where it met the flesh of it's abdomen. Bar'tok was hairless, massive balls hanging heavy and full, the creature starved of sexual satisfaction as part of a game Mistress Sharra enjoyed. Cooing to the young man, as only a daemon could, it's lips curve into a fiendish grin as Dalton's eyes widen. He couldn't stand to obey any longer, this woman was mad, he would be toy to no one. Now free of the massive creatures grasp, Dalton moved fast, a quick, sharp roundhouse to the creature's head, followed by a foot to its groin. Bar'Tok dropping to it's knees with an ear piercing roar. With a laugh, Dalton bolted for the door, calling back. "The bigger they are, the harder they fall!" He didn't get far before the large doors slammed shut, both of the massive rots leaping from their perch upon the couch, snarling and barking in pursuit of the young man. One went low, it's jaws clamping around his right ankle, the other leaping to close it's maw about the back of his neck, toppling him to the floor without a moments notice. Struggling only briefly, Dalton hissed in pain as the larger dogs teeth cut the flesh of his neck, squeezing slightly harder in warning, blood trickling from the minor wounds made by it's fang like canine teeth. Sharra's voice sounded softly in an amused laugh, shaking her head at the still downed Bar'Tok, massive hands grasping its throbbing and now soft member. "Tsk tsk." She began as she rose majestically from the couch, a slight flicker of her wrists summoning forth four, glistening black tentacles, born from the wall and controlled with her thoughts. Wrapping about each ankle and wrist, the dogs withdrew, taking their place at their Mistress's side, as the tentacles slammed the young man's back to the wall, lifting him nearly a foot from the floor, spread-eagled. Taking her time in approaching the writhing, cursing man, her head tilted to the right, raven locks of hair falling to partially veil the right side of her face, plush, pouty lips forming into a smirk. "Awe." She began, her voice cooing to him. "Does the big man not like Bar'Tok's nummy cocky wocky?" She snickered before trailing a long nailed finger along his jaw line, her head straightening. Sharra watched him intently, as if expecting an answer to her question. When none came her hand drew back to deliver a mind numbing slap to his cheek. "Answer me!" She bellowed before her hand lowered to take hold of and squeeze his package painfully. Spitting in her face he sneers. "Go to hell you filthy bitch!" He returned, his voice full of spite and hate as he tried to block out the pain of her increasingly painful grip. With a cry of pain, she tugged outwards, both sack and member painfully yanked upon. "No! No I don't!" he cried trying to appease her simply to get her hands off of him. Wiping the spit from her face she smiles, her voice having gone soft and calming yet again. "That's a shame, unfortunately for you, in time, you will come to worship Bar'Tok's cock." Turning on a heel, she slowly returns to the couch, sinking within the cushions and crossing her legs, long slender digits resting within her lap. "Perhaps you'd prefer something different then?" It wasn't really a question, this much he knew. "Bar'Tok" She began as he finally came to his feet. "Retrieve Leah from her chambers, tell her Mistress demands her presence immediately." =---= Leaha was a small little thing, not much older than eleven, bright blue eyes, vibrant, wavy brown hair, and a body which was just beginning to develop. Sharra had captured her when she was but six, she had wandered away from her family and their merchant caravan and into Sharra's castle-like mansion. Being young, Leaha was easily susceptible to Sharra's deviant ways, quickly learning of what it meant to be a slave, how to cook, clean and pleasure. Over time, she had grown quite fond of Bar'tok, her small, slightly pudgy face lighting up as the massive creature stepped within her chambers. Hoping down from the bed, her tiny, bare feet thudded noisily as she ran across the polished wooden floor towards the creature, small arms wrapping about a leg in a loving caress. "Bar'Tok!" She squealed in delight, looking up towards the creature's face. "Have you come to play?" She asked innocently, referring to hers and the creature's sexual games they so often played. To her, it was all a game, a game she had come to love, often times playing with herself in the dark, yearning for more of their games. "No, Mistress wants you...she got a new toy." Bar'Tok grinned down to the child, a large hand ruffling her hair. Turning, he moved off down the hall, Leaha still clutching his leg, her tiny feet atop his much larger one, simply along for the ride. =---= Dalton's chest heaved in a deep, guttural sigh, the sound wafting through the room. He had previously been staring at Mistress Sharra sitting upon the couch, one hand atop the head of each large rottweiler, lightly scratching. She simply smiled and waited, ignoring his hate filled looks. They all learned to love her in time, as would he. Shifting his gaze as the large, double doors slid open, his eyes widen in a mix of horror and surprise. Riding upon that foul creature's leg was a small girl, her attire far from appropriate for one her age. As Bar'Tok pauses in the doorway, Leaha hopped from his leg to elegantly, and gracefully stride towards her Mistress, taking sidelong glances at the strikingly attractive nude man, her hips taking up a slight, seductive sway. She had been taught well, and with the snow white, transparent dress she wore, she knew, even though she was young, just about any man, woman, or creature would desire her. Pausing before her Mistress, her back to the man pinned to the wall, she slides to her knees, her head lowering to touch the floor, purposely giving Dalton a wonderful view of her pert ass and the hairless slit which lay just beneath. The small, tight dress barely reached the bottom of those wonderful cheeks and Dalton, of course, began to grow hard all over again, unable to help his slightly more carnal instincts. In a way, he was disgusted, yet in another he was excited. How could one allow themselves to become aroused over one so young, yet, in the same regard, she was absolutely beautiful, enticing, and alluring. "Leaha," Sharra began with a smile, the girl rising to sit upon her heels. "This is Dalton." She gestured with a hand behind the girl, Leaha turning to face him, her bright blue eyes scanning over him slowly. "He was caught trespassing within the Mansion, therefore, I have claimed him as my new toy. I think he's afraid of Bar'Tok...perhaps, maybe, you can give him a taste of what sort of games we play?" Leaha nods softly as she rises turning to face the man pinned spread eagled to the wall by the slick black tentacles. Smiling her tongue extends to run along her upper lip seductively as her hands rise up her sides, abdomen and chest. Pausing to tweak the surprisingly large, one-inch nipples on her mound less chest her hips begin to sway slowly in an alluring dance-like motion. Dalton's eyes locked upon her almost instantly, taking in every little movement and touch, his well-endowed member rock hard and throbbing for this eleven-year-old child. Mistress Sharra eyed his reactions closely with a knowing smile. Every man craved the innocence of a virgin, she just happened to have one, and a skilled one at that. "Does Mr. Dalton like what he sees in this girl?" Leaha purred softly as she stepped closer to him. Curling her fingers beneath the hem of her see-through slip she slowly pulls it up over her head before reaching forwards to hang it from the tip of Dalton's raging cock. "This girl thinks so." Giggling she places a finger tip on the head of his cock forcing it downward, giggling more still when it sprung back up, the slip flying off to drift to the floor. Stepping back a bit she tilts her head, wavy brown hair cascading down the side of her near perfect face, pouty lips forming into a grin as her legs spread slightly. Gliding a hand down her chest it slips between her legs to cup the hairless mound, which lay between them, gently rubbing over her virgin slit. "This girl is horny Mr. Dalton. Her pussy is on fire. Her pussy craves that big cock Mr. Dalton." She spoke in a breathy seductive tone as her middle finger slid between the lips of her hairless slit, sliding up and down between the puffy lips. Gasping and whimpering occasionally, she slides forwards, bending slightly to kiss the head of Dalton's cock. Sharra and Bar'Tok simply watched, Bar'Tok's massive cock at attention and dripping, the smaller of the two rottweilers, female, sniffing and licking sporadically at the daemon's cock. Dalton gritted his teeth and grunted, his veined cock throbbing. He couldn't believe that this little girl was doing such things, what was even worse, he couldn't believe he was enjoying it so much. The kiss was too much, the sheer eroticism of this forbidden act combined with her teasing touches drove him over the edge. His entire body went tense, muscles tightening all over as he trembled, thick, hot white semen erupting from the tender pink head of his tool like lava spewing forth from an agitated volcano. Spurt after spurt splattered on the little girls face and Mistress Sharra simply smiled. Leaha's eyes widened at how quickly the man came, she had only just begun. Snapping her eyes shut quickly as a massive glob of the white slime like substance blasted her between the eyes, running down her nose in a thick stream, she spread her lips. Taking the first few inches of Dalton's cock within her steamy tight little mouth, she suckled drop after drop of the man's cum from his wonderfully thick tool, her tongue like silk. Dalton's cock slid from her mouth with a faint pop and she giggled catching the thick droplet of cum dangling from the tip of her nose. "This girl thinks Mr. Dalton likes her very much." Turning, suckling the cum catching finger she smiles before kneeling before Mistress Sharra. Mistress Sharra gave a little grin absently scratching the larger, male rots head. Dalton was now hers and quite possibly for an eternity. She would use the little girl as incentive... a reward for his cooperation. It was obvious he enjoyed her and it was obvious he wanted more, his semi-erect cock already rising to attention as his gaze lighted upon Leaha's sweet little ass. Dalton's life as he knew it was over, but this new one, would be a glorious pleasure filled adventure. He had much to learn and would blast his load on that sweet little girl's face many more times to come. To be continued... Comments are welcomed and encouraged. I'd love to hear what you think so far. Your comments just might make me more apt to finish chapter two sooner. - Jonnerz ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 23