Caught off Guard [Allan][M]

[Valentina Aurora Harte]

So far she was happy enough with how her new master was working out, he wasn't as barbaric as he had first seemed and to some extent she actually felt save when he was around. She knew as far as some masters went there were plenty of freaks out there who enjoyed all sorts of weird things to get them excited or to fill an otherwise boring day.

Walking across the campus she looked at her watch, she wasn't staying at her dorm tonight Patrick had asked her to meet him after college. She felt terrible that she had to phone him back and ask him would he mind if she was later than usual, a lecturer had shown up especially to talk them through biochemicals during warfare and there was no way she wanted to miss it. He had been gracious and had allowed her to stay, she had smiled knowing he was probably imaging her in a soldiers uniform again.

The lecture had finally finished after talking for a few moments she knew she had to leave or risk being really late, she had every intention of making up for lost time with her master anyhow. He was the first one her body actually craved, the first one she seriously didn't mind being around. Making her way to her motor bike she thought she heard a sound looking behind her there was nothing though the car park was strangely quiet. It appeared only two other cars and her bike made up its contents. Frowning wondering where everyone else had parked she rooted around in her pocket for her keys when she knew she definitely had heard a sound that time.

Her steps picked up their pace as she made her way the last few yards to her bike. She never did reach it in time...

[allan dan clark]

"Sorry I did not mean to scare you I am a bit lost where am I" He approached the girl in his Military uniform "See i just got back, and the town has changed sense i will last here!" finally looking at her wow she is hot he thought to himself as he tilted his hat up to look her in the eyes. "The name is Clark, Allan Clark!" He said in his deep strong voice reaching his hand out to shake her hand. Noticing she owned a bike a bike "Nice ride." as he put his bag down tired of carrying it around. Standing back up and relaxing taking off his hat. As he looked around noticing that their where only two cars, and her bike. Still waiting to see if she was going to take his hand, or not. thinking hmm i must of really scared her given the surroundings it probably scare any body if he had came up out of the dark like he did. Looking back to her finally as his eyes meet with hers for the first time he eyes still strong, and tough one of his eyebrows raised as he looked at her. His eyes started tracing her body admiring her body she was highly appealing she would be to any man, or woman for that felt that way for that matter. as he stretched in place not retracting his hand so till she decided if she was going to take it or not he just watched her to see what will happen.

[Valentina Aurora Harte]

A voice caused her to turn around in a defensive pose ready to strike if needs be but the man as tall as he was and as foreboding and striking his frame did not pose any real threat. She eyed him wearily not sure whether or not to relax her stance. The guy was dressed in military gear and talked about having just returned, she could only imagine where from.

"It's just a dirt bike" she mumbled slowly, finally deciding to relax and though she looked at his out stretched hand she didn't take it. A stranger alone in a parking lot on a dark night, asking for trouble by handing over any body parts. She kept her hands firmly to herself.
"Valentina" she didn't bother dispencing with her surname, didn't see the point in it, she wasn't planning on staying around long enough to get to know the guy. Patrick would be ticked off with her enough as it was, of course he had acquired a new slave for himself of late as well which really ticked her off but couldn't explain why for the life of her. She refused to fall for her master though most of the time she was around him that's what it felt like. Hiking her backpack up a bit more she covered the last few steps to her bike, certain that the guy calling himself Allan would just go away. The whole lost bit could just be an angle couldn't it?

She straddled her bike and turned the ignition, looking at the guy squarely.
"Where is it you needed to go?" she wasn't being overly friendly with him that was for sure, she had been taught a hell of a lot better than that.

[allan dan clark]

"It is still a nice dirt bike. Nice to meet you Valentina." retracting his hand knowing that she was not going to trust a complete stranger with any part of her smart girl he thought as he smirked to himself Picking up his bag, and walking toward her stopping two feet away. "I am actually looking for someone he contacted me to get a certain item for him maybe you know him. His name is Patrick." Holds up a picture of him not knowing that he is her master. "Do you know where i might be able to find him?" Looking at her mounted on her bike as it roared under her how fitting she looked good with the bike between legs. How disappointing how he would have to part ways to get to his business deal only if he had run in to her on a different things might of turned out fun he was more than half tempted to have the fun any way t has been a long time sense he been in the company of a woman especially one so attractive. Putting his hat back on looking at her in admiration. His eyes taking in all of her beauty that he could to remember an savor every moment of it. As he was watching her he looked back up to her face finally looking in her eyes waiting to see if she knew the guy not enjoying the fact that he had lost his way. All though he was enjoying that he got lost now.

[Valentina Aurora Harte]

The night air was beginning to grow a little on the chilly side, she shuddered against it. About to kick off she eyed him once more when he mentioned he had to drop something off. She shrugged.
"Look would love to help you but there are lots of Patrick's around man" releasing the throttle just enough she began to move slowly away from him. Not really giving a damn about a complete stranger but more intent on getting back to her master. She really did like her Patrick and was loathed to share him but she was only a slave and what the hell was it supposed to matter to slaves who they liked or didn't like. Something about the dark haired beauty that he had recently purchased seemed to intrigue him and Val couldn't help but convince herself that he preferred that girl over her. It was only her ego that was bruised nothing else. She would keep her mind firmly on college now and get the hell out of this damn town once and for all.

At the turn a sheet of oil unnoticed due to the darkness caused her bike to skid. Both bike and passenger slid across the tarmac she could feel her leg getting scraped on the ground beneath the heavy machine. Kicking the bike with her other leg she managed to roll herself before the dirt bike smacked against the pavement. Val attempted to get up but slumped to the ground. Another feeble attempt to stand up but all she could manage through aching limbs was to drag herself over to sit on the kerb, rubbing the leg that now had a rip down the side of its trouser leg. Blood and torn skin mingling.

[allan dan clark]

Running over to her as soon as she took off he knew the bike would fall he notice the oil. Grabbing a white shirt from his bag as he dropped his bag making it over to her as she tried to get to the crib as he helped her up and over to the crib ripping her pants leg as she rubbed it pulling out alcohol he looked at her. "This is going to hurt a lot i am going to need to clean the wound bite down on this!" His voice deep, and booming as he grabbed a clean wooding mouth piece from his pocket, and handed it to her. Pouring the alcohol over her leg as he bandaged it up splinting it like a professionally. Swinging one of her arms over his shoulder hoisting her up taking the weight of here bad leg. "Come on we need to get you to my place that won't last for long. I can take better care of your leg there. I will explain everything to who ever you are trying to meet after we take care of your leg. I want take no for an answer." As he walked her to his car putting her in the sit locking the door a certain way that only he knew how to lock so she was not getting out. He entered the car closed the door, and took off to his place getting there in no time he turned off the car opened the door picked her up as he entering his house putting her on his and couch ripping the rest of her pants to take care of her leg properly ripping off the rest of her clothing taking care of her ribs, and arm before he realized her just stripped her naked looking at her body. "Your very attractive." His hands were gently on her body parts. "lets have some fun."

[Valentina Aurora Harte]

Everything seemed to happen so fast, one minute she was on her bike heading off and the next she was skidding dangerously across the ground. The high bike had come down heavy on her leg and her side smacking off the tarmac must surely have bruised a rib or two. But there were strong hands around her and recognizing just whose they were she tried to swat them away. Tried to get up herself but he was too strong for her. Handing her a wooden mouth piece she wondered just why the hell he'd be carrying one of those around with him. The alcohol stung as he applied it to the torn skin, she was lucky she hadn't broken any bones. Before she could protest he was pulling her up and helping to move her across to one of the cars in the lot. One of those had been his? She struggled again to get out of his grip, the guy was probably no more lost that the crew from the tv show.

"Get your hands off of me" she barked at him but he practically pushed her into his car, the wound on her leg causing her too much discomfort and another shooting pain across her rib cage distracted her for a moment. As he got into his own side of the car, Valentina's hands pulled on the door handle trying to open it but it wouldn't budge.

"Let me out of here" she glowered at him turning to face him, a well directed punch landed squarely on his shoulder. The drive seemed no time at all and she knew he must have been lying about needing her help earlier. Just what frackin game was the guy playing? Hoisting her out of the car, she struggled against him every step of the way. Knowing that if she got in to his home there would be very little chance of her coming out.

He dumbed her unceremoniously down on the couch, working away at her clothing as her hands tried to fend him off. Mortified at now being naked before him she refused point blank to be grateful for his bandaging up her wounds. His words caused her head to shoot up to look at him, shaking her head rigurously she attempted to stand up.
"Touch me and I'll fucking kill you" she spat at him, her leg didn't let her get too far and all she managed was to stumble to a standstill before him.

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Outfit was wearing before he ripped her clothes off

[allan dan clark]

"I like them with fight in them be as rough as you want." Catching her in his arms with ease "With the way you look, and feel that remark is going to be ignored plus your body says yes even if you say no." As he threw his shirt to the floor Pressing his lips against hers as his hand felt her nipples harden as his other hand plays with her clitoris knowing he could over power her, and have his way with her but this was a lot more fun pushing her back on the couch as he took off the rest of his cloths looking at her admiring her. her body reacted nicely to his strong hands against her he knew she wanted it no matter how much she denied it her body, and now heavy breathing form the moment she just shared with him "Your body reacts well. Put up as much as you want i know we both are going to enjoy this take out all the frustration you have of you master having a new slave it is written on your face so i am going to help release you." A huge smile on his face yes he was an ass, but he knew he had gotten to her the words obviously reached her as he walked toward her. He knew that he was going to have fun tonight after all. "You taste really good but i have a feeling you already knew that." As he grabbed he chin.

[Valentina Aurora Harte]

No matter what she said to him it seemed to only goad him on even further. Val had been treated like crap by one of her former owners, her only mistress. She had been brutally beaten but neither of her masters had ever treated her to that nor had they ever treated her as Allan was doing now.
"I'm not your fucking slave, get your hands off of me" in answer she got his mouth crushing down on hers, while one hand touched her nipples and the other found its way to her clitoris. She struggled harder, weak or not this was not happening. It was only the shock that was making her body react to his touch, she was certain of it. With a swift hand she raised it up to slap his face but he pushed her back on the couch.

The movement jarred her aching leg and her ribs seemed to groan in agony as well. Horror stricken eyes watched as he rid himself of his own clothing. She shot up as fast as she could from the couch again disgusted by his words. Just who the fuck did this guy think he was? Once again not getting very far he grabbed her chin, Val spat at him sliding her hands up between his to knock them from her. She knew how to defend herself and sure as hell would not make this easy for him. Her knee came up and connected with his groin.

Running as fast as she could, her bad leg dragging she got herself into another room and slammed the door behind her. Locking it she looked around, damn typical that it was a bedroom. Opening a wardrobe she yanked out a shirt and hastily tried to put it on, her fingers shaking uncontrollably.

[allan dan clark]

Not being fazed by her hitting him or kneeing him he followed her watching in enjoyment as she shut the door hearing it lock how fitting she was in that room of all the rooms in the house as he forced the door opened with out breaking it to badly shutting an locking the deadbolt that she probably did not notice as he tried to get away from him. Seeing her trying to put on a shirt, but her hands were shaking to bad. Amused how she was in denial know she was looking for a way to get back at her master he was offering her the way but maybe she wanted him to prove it was more then just shock as he took the shirt off her body spreading her legs a part playing with her breast from be hind knowing she could not fight her in this position playing with her nipples kissing her neck running one hand down her body playing with her clitoris again teasing, rubbing, and pinching it to increase the pleasure he was delivering to her body as he kissed her up her neck then chin, and then the side of her face before breathing in her ear " You know you want to release stop fighting your true desires, and give in to the pleasure your body is wanting look how wet you already are it is not shock, and you know it." speaking seductively in ear as he licked he lobe before nibbling down on it sucking on it He could of swore he just let out a small moan.

[Valentina Aurora Harte]

Val screamed as he broke in the door and slamming it shut slid a deadbolt across. Her eyes looked stricken why hadn't she seen that? Hastily she looked about the room and saw the window but she didn't even get close. He was behind her ripping the shirt from her body like it was made of paper. His hands ran over her with way too much familiarity. She squirmed against him, trying to free herself still. Her body was her enemy now as it slowly began to react to him. Her brain in overdrive she pushed at his hands but they were too intent on their task. Her good leg flailed out to kick him back in the shin when his fingers dug deep into her pussy and her body tensed completely. Val's mouth opened to scream, to swear to shout a thousand hexes at him but that too betrayed her as her body seemed to lower itself down against the fingers that taunted her. Instead of any scream came a gasp, then a moand. His words were tearing through her subconsciousness as all fight seemed to be fleeing for its life.

She wasn't strong enough to stand up to this sort of attack, this was too familiar and her slave instincts simply kicked in as if she were his slave. Her head flung back, her hair toppling across his shoulder as turning her face towards his her mouth found his. A hand reached up clasping the side of his face, her tongue probed his mouth as her ass pushed itself back against him. His fingers still playing with her clitoris, so wet now she could drown in her own juices.

[allan dan clark]

His tongue tangled back with hers as his fingers pumped her in, and out of her lifting her off the ground by her vagina flipping her around in his hand with ease as he pushed her down on the bed. Breaking from the kiss as her put her good leg on his shoulder kissing and licking her neck pushing both of her nipples together biting down claiming her nipples rubbing his strong teeth against both of them sucking on them teasing her with his tongue rubbing her g-spot working away at her his other hand played with her clitoris moaning in to her body. He was enjoying her she had been the first woman he had in years, and was planning on enjoying ever second of this. He was going to make sure he was going to have a better one then he did . Pulling his hand from her rubbing her own juices on her lips before teasing her tongue with the taste. Before kissing her down her body drinking in her juices as he licked her clean then plunging his tongue in to her with powerful thrust working away at his g-spot. One hand moving down, and playing with her clitoris as the other moved over teasing her rock hard nipples sucking her juices from her pussy drinking her of every thing her could. Breaking away licking his lips he rubbed her cock the full length of her Vagina as it started to grow against her he looked at her "Tell me you want me inside of you admit it" Knowing he was torturing her.

[Valentina Aurora Harte]

She thought instantly of Patrick and his hands on her. Thought of those same hands on Faith and anger tore through her so that when he lifted her to the bed she didn't argue. She didn't fight, she wanted to wipe the images of the other two out of her mind, out of her jealous mercenary heart. His mouth was all over her, licking her, biting kissing areas that felt as if they had never been touched like that. Digging her finger nails into his arms her body bucked in one last ditch effort to refuse him but his fingers found her. Slid into her, pinched and played with her as if she were a plaything. His plaything and he was damn well having as much fun as he could get out of this.

A hand made a fist and she pummelled him on the shoulders, still not 100% sure this was what she wanted but too late to prevent it from happening now. She wanted him, no she corrected herself. She wanted the act itself, the feeling that someone else desired her because Patrick didn't. Her good leg curled over his shoulder as her pelvis moved against his fingers. Groans escaped her. He pushed her breasts together kissing and teasing them until they felt so sore from his attentions. Her hands now began to push against his shoulders, an attempt to move her leg anything to stop her body from answering his. But her hot juice spoke otherwise as he rubbed it against mouth letting her taste her own wanton desires, so evident on his fingers.

His mouth made its way down her body and plunged its way into her. Licking her until she was nearly dry, thrusting it against her g-spot. Again she squirmed but wanting him inside her now, erasing everything that was left of her. She felt his cock against her a battle raging inside her. Her body craving it, her pelvis moving itself up and down the shaft but her mind screaming 'no'. His words clashed with every emotion that warred with itself and using her elbows she tried to push her way further up the bed. Using her good leg to kick his shoulder.
"I'll never fucking admit it" she spat at him, her eyes dilated her body heaving with sweat she looked like she was created for the soul purpose of being fucked.

[allan dan clark]

Wiping the spit off his chest her grabbed both her legs pulling her down to where her knees were to her shoulders resting her ankles on his shoulders spreading her wide open for hims his hand spread her pussy lips even more apart as he pressed the head of his cock against it. Teasing her body with what it desired. "Oh you want it bad don't you go ahead imagine I am the man you want call me by his name a i fill your, and my bodies desires." He said as he thrusted all the way inside her with such power the bed shook. Rocking his waist up and down rubbing his cock against her g-spot before slowly inching his cock so she could feel ever bit of him on the way out. As he delivered another powerful thrust in to her his cock still growing, and becoming hard as he watched her face be over whelmed an consumed by the pleasure he was giving her body. Each time pulling out slowly to feel every last inch of her. His thrust becoming more powerful as he got harder, and bigger from thrusting in side her. She was so tight an felt so good that he was just working away any fight she had left in her bringing her legs down to his waist he leaned back picking her up by her shoulders, and thrusted deeper in side her watching her breast bounce from the effect of his thrust slowly gaining speed with his power to make it even more pleasurable.

[Valentina Aurora Harte]

Her legs were being yanked down the bed and she screamed this time, trying to squirm and wriggle away from him but it was no good. Utterly no use against him. She felt him place his shaft against her and spoke to her as if she really and truly wanted it. Her body may deceive her but she could not deceive herself. About to refuse him, about to scream no and spit in his face he thrust so deep into her that she did cry out. Her hands flayed to the side, clutching the blankets on the bed tightly. She could feel the bed begin to vibrate and begun once more to struggle against him.

It did no good, he was intent on fucking her and that was it. In and out he goaded her body. Played with it mindlessly as if it were his to do so. A tear slipped from the corner of her eye as pain gripped her from the next almighty thrust. He seemed to have fooled himself into believing that she wanted this, that she was enjoying it. A squirming body did not mean supplication. So tense now she knew she was dry and tight down below and yet he tore through her again and again. Her hands moved from the blankets as he gripped her by the shoulders powerdriving his cock deeper and deeper. She could only look in disgust at him and then decided the only way to fight this was to stay completely rigid.

Making her body limp was easy enough, erasing herself from the emotions and sensations was harder but she was damn well going to try. She stared at him now through empty eyes as her body refused to react to his. Lying almost bereft in his hands. A slow smile seemed to cross her mouth before she spat at him again.
"I will never call out to him when your touching me".