Pram’s Plaything

Pram’s Plaything


A/N: This is my first attempt at writing a story from the readers point if view so please don’t be to harsh with reviews


Chapter One: Meet Your Mistress


You wake up in a dark room, laying on a cold stone floor. Your mind is completely blank. Suddenly, you hear footsteps. You try to sit up, but your muscles refuse to respond, and your mind is too confused to even wonder why.

A few seconds later, a door opens up, flooding the small room with blinding light. As your eyes adjust, you see a slim woman with long black hair, wearing a thong and a single piece of leather covering her nipples.

“Good, you're awake. Now then, come along. Mistress wishes to see you now.”

She grabs hold of your wrist and jerks you up forcefully. A sharp pain goes through your arm as you're lifted off the ground, but it doesn't occur to you to resist. Without being given a chance to try and get balanced, you're dragged out of the room into a brightly lit hallway. The walls are made of some kind of crystal.

“Before I take you to Mistress Pram, I think we should get you cleaned up.”

She leads you down another hall. When you reach the end of it, you see a large pool of water with steam rising off of the surface. Without any warning, the woman shoves you in. You sink below the surface, only to pop back up a few seconds later, gasping for air.

You turn to see the woman stripping away what little clothing she has. She then walks over to a table that has been hidden by the steam. From it, she takes a bar of soap and a bottle of shampoo.

“Come over here. It’s easier if I sit on the bank,” she says, lowering herself so that her legs dangle down into the water. You move until you're between them.

She begins to roughly rub in the shampoo. As soon as a good lather is built up, she dunks you underwater, again without warning. You take a large gulp of water by accident. The woman quickly pulls you back up by your hair. She then slaps you across the back, hard enough to clear your throat.

“It wouldn’t look good if I let you drown. After all, Mistress Pram is really looking forward to breaking in a new toy. Although, you're so compliant and quiet, I think she must have finished doing the mental breaking already, hm? Now then, time to wash the rest of you.”

She takes the bar of soap and begins to run it along your body, working her way down to your breasts, which she gives a squeeze, while at the same time flicking her fingers across your nipples. A thrill of pleasure runs through her. For the first time since you woke up, you have a strong thought and desire--you want her to keep touching you this way, very badly.

“I’m sure she wouldn’t mind if I had a bit of fun before I hand you over,” she says, lowering herself into the water. She lightly kisses your neck, while letting one of her hands drop beneath the water. Her fingertip brushes against your clit, causing a surge of pleasure. Her other hand, meanwhile, is switching between nipples, tweaking them roughly.

She begins to grind herself against your back, pressing hard. Your moans echo through the bath as you’re brought closer to the edge. Then, just as a wonderful, relieving orgasm is about to hit you, she stops and pulls away. You whimper in desperate need, but your plea for release is unanswered.

“I’d be in a lot of trouble if I took this any further,” she says. It's clear by the sound of her voice that she's terrified of what might happen to her if she does anything more.

She picks up the soap again, and starts washing once more, leaving you to stew in desire. Upon reaching your waist, she tells you to get out of the water. Without thinking, you do as you are told. You find that now your body seems far more responsive, but your mind is still blank as to how you got where you are now, or why you put up no resistance to the rough treatment--or, for that matter, why you seem to get a little thrill at it. It feels like something you normally would have worried about, but for some reason, you find it impossible to feel at all concerned about it.

But those thoughts soon disappear as the woman’s fingers, slick with soap, slip inside of your pussy, which is still sensitive from earlier. An evil grin works its way across the woman’s face. She starts working the finger around inside of you a little bit, before she puts her entire mouth over your cunt, letting her tongue slip inside. You moan in delight as she swirls it around, loving the feeling of it pressing against your inner walls, pleasuring you deeply. She slides one of her hands between her own legs, and starts to finger herself.

But before any real pleasure can build up for either of you, a voice pierces through the moans that fill the bath.

“I was starting to get bored with waiting, and as nice as the show has been, you didn’t have MY permission to do any of this.”

You turn to see a young girl. She couldn’t be more than fourteen, if even that old. To you, however, she is stunningly beautiful. Her naked, flawless young body is the epitome of innocent beauty, a dainty goddess's form if there ever were one. But when your gaze reaches them, her eyes capture your attention. They look totally inhuman, a bright red with the gleam of a predator about to strike.

The woman who had been acting as your guide pulls away. “I….I’m sorry, Mistress! I just couldn’t help--”

Her words are cut short as the young girl’s leg shoots out faster than lighting. Her foot is at the woman’s throat in a nanosecond. Her toenails are long, glossy black, and look razor-sharp. They're a demon's natural killing tools, attached to a small, perfectly formed, dainty little foot that mesmerizes you with its beauty. Her nails are against your guide's neck. They gently pressed in slightly. You know that they could easily kill the woman, and you worry for her safety. But it's a far-off worry, as though you simply hope she ends up unharmed, but if not, then her pain and even death for defying this girl is necessary and justified. Something within you knows that it would be wrong and sinful to ever question the justice this girl and her deadly, entrancing nails meter out.

“You know, I should punish you. But I’m feeling generous right now. Breaking a heroine always puts me in a great mood, especially when she's as pure as this one was," the beautiful girl says, pointing to you, "so I’ll let you off with a warning.”

With that, she quickly slides her foot across the woman’s neck, drawing a slight trickle of blood. A few drops fall into the water. She then lifts her foot up, and licks her toes clean. Even your foggy mind is amazed by this girl's flexibility.

“Now then, I suggest that you go back to your quarters before I change my mind.”

The woman quickly gets out of the water, and takes off running.

“Now, as for you, I’m sure there’s a lot of things you’d like to know. You can't remember anything, can you, my sweet little former hero?” Her lips curl in a cruel smile as you shake your head no. “Good! Well, the only thing you NEED to know is that you belong to me, Overlord Pram, now. I am your mistress, and you shall ALWAYS refer to me as such. Now, I’m sure you’re pretty horny, so I might just let you cum...if you can get me to moan.”

She spreads her legs invitingly. Her pussy is practically hairless, with only a few pale white strands. This sight is amazingly lovely to you, and you cannot help but simply stare at her hairless quim for a minute. It's as though this is the only thing you could ever want.

“I can understand how you might be awestruck, but I’m telling you right now to LICK!”

Her legs wrap around the back of your neck. The sharp claws begin to dig in as she pulls you closer, until finally your face is pressed against her crotch. The musky scent is almost overwhelming. You slowly begin to lick, hesitant and unsure, but soon the sweet taste and alluring scent overcome you, and you begin to slurp loudly, running your tongue along the outer edges, only to plunge it in as deeply as you can manage. Pram lets out a slight purr of pleasure as she runs her hands through your hair, pulling your face in deeper, to the point of almost suffocating you.

After a few minutes, Pram pushes you away. “That’s enough for now. Phew, you are really good at that! I can see why those mage girls were travelling with you...although you wouldn't remember any experience you might have had with them now, so you must just have a natural skill for pussy-licking! So, as I said I will give you some pleasure now,” Pram says, her foot dipping beneath the water. “You were so defiant and took so long to break before...I want to see just how good you are at obeying now, so you're not allowed to make any noise until I say it’s okay, got it?”

You feel her foot go between your legs, her sharp nails delicately spreading you outer lips. She adds one of her other toes, and begins to gently wriggle it around, the razor-like claw just barely rubbing against your inner folds, and in almost no time, a pleasant warmth begins to spread through your entire body. You clench your teeth, determined to stay silent and please your mistress. The pleasure keeps intensifying, until it explodes. Every cell in your body screams with ecstasy, and you tremble, unable to control your body.

As soon as all of the waves of pleasure dissipate, Pram’s voice cuts through the haze. “Well, that’s enough for now. Since you did as I told you so well, I’m going to keep you as a personal toy. Much nicer life than being a regular servant, doing all the work around here, trust me,” she says, standing up. She walks over to a table and pickesup a collar. On it, "Pram’s Plaything" is written. You feel a thrill of excitement and pride as you realize that it's meant for you.

“Now, once this is put on, it will never come off again, meaning that you're mine for as long as you live. And if it IS ever removed, you’ll die,” Pram says, snapping the collar in place around your throat and tightening it slightly to fit snugly to you. “Now, let's go to my room, and I can have some real fun with you.”

She gets a leash off the table and snaps it into place on your collar.

“You have to crawl after me. You haven’t earned the right to walk just yet,” she says, tugging the leash hard.


Well that’s all I’m doing for now unless I get a few reviews also I’m going to be mostly working on my pokemon fic Pink Version