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Song of the Clarinet ch 1 [Mf, nc, bdsm]
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WARNING! WARNING! WARNING!
THE STORY BELOW CONTAINS THE FOLLOWING SUBJECTS:
VIOLENCE, NON-CONSENTUAL SEX, RAPE, TORTURE,
BONDAGE / DOMINATION
(Mf, violence, nc, rape, torture, b/d)
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NOT READ.
IF YOU ARE UNDER 21, PLEASE DO NOT READ.
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DO NOT READ.
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Note 1 Dedications
Thanks to all those who wrote and posted on the
alt.sex.stories newsgroup. In addition, this
story is very much a product of the inspiration
from the GOR novels by John Norman
Note 2 Copyrights
The story below is copyright by the author. You
may freely distribute the text electronically,
as long as you include the disclaimer, the by-
line, the title, and the notes. All
similarities between the contents of the text
and real life people are coincidental. The
author in no ways condones the contents of the
text - such things are illegal and would get you
in serious trouble if you attempt it - SO DON'T.
Note 3 Abbreviated Foreward
The story is set in the near future. It is
about an innocent young woman being abducted and
abused. Some portions of the story are
extremely brutal and sadistic. The story starts
slow so if you are looking for instant
gratification, this may not be for you.
Song of the Clarinet
by Aquilifer
Chapter 1 The Rape
Donatien Alphonse Francois D'Ailly is an
enormously wealthy man. Through a clandestine
network of corporations and partnerships,
Donatien controls a business empire that spans
the globe. A reclusive figure, Donatien guards
his privacy jealously, avoiding media attention.
His home is the 70-floors high glass and ferro-
concrete structure known as the Marquis Tower.
The top floors are occupied by Donatien's vast
suite, with library, gym, swimming pool, and a
sealed roof-top garden. Beneath Donatien's
suite are various apartments assigned to his
personal staff, including valet, doctor, guards,
and driver. The remaining floors are rented
out, mostly to various businesses which Donatien
has a control interest in.
Donatien sat in his study and examined the
file displayed on his computer screen. Pausing,
he activated the intercom on his desk, "Horoun,
could you please get me another pot of tea?"
The swarthy visage of Horoun, Donatien's Iranian
valet, showed up on the liquid crystal display
of the intercom and replied, "Of course, sir."
A few moments later Horoun entered the room, a
tray in his hand. "Leave it there," Donatien
pointed to a corner of his desk.
"What do you think?" Donatien asked
Horoun, pointing at the 50 inch computer screen
on the wall.
"She certainly is pretty, sir. Asian?"
"Yes and no. She's half-Chinese, half-
British. Her father was an army officer on
diplomatic duty in Beijing and married a local
musician. The couple emigrated to the states in
'95. Mother died giving birth to her in '96.
Father went MIA in '13 as a member of UN
peacekeeping force somewhere in Central Africa.
No other relatives."
"That is good, sir, saves us a bit of
trouble."
Donatien nodded, "Yes. You can go now,
Horoun."
The valet bowed and left.
The young woman's name is Christine
"Cristy" Gray. After her father's
disappearance, Cristy was a warden of the court
for a year until she turned eighteen. A member
of a conservative middle class community, Cristy
had a strict upbringing. An honor student, she
ranked sixth in her high school's graduating
class of three hundred. Currently, she is
nineteen years old, a sophomore in college,
majoring in music composition with a minor in
dancing.
Her psychological profile painted her as
shy but emotionally stable. Although somewhat
lacking in self-confidence, she is intelligent,
sensitive, and adaptive. Although the
disappearance of her father had scarred her
terribly, Cristy has gradually recovered.
Her physical profile showed Cristy as a
beautiful young woman. She has a lithe dancer's
figure with shapely legs and modest breasts.
Her features are lovely in a wholesome fashion
with large almond-shaped brown eyes. Her lips
are gorgeous rosy bows and her smile is
dazzling. Her luxurious black hair is cut to a
few inches longer than shoulder length. She is
petite at 5'4", weighing a little more than a
hundred pounds, with a figure of 33", 20", 32".
Photos showed the young woman with flawless
creamy skin the shade of the lightest pink
flesh-tone. Despite her physical
attractiveness, however, Cristy has not had any
sort of sexual relationship. All data on her
indicate that the young woman may not even had
as much as a french kiss, much less anything
more substantial in the sexual field.
Donatien composed a short message on his
computer, giving precise specifications on his
requirement. The message was then encrypted and
sent to one of his many unusual contacts. The
service did not come cheaply, but Donatien could
be assured that the task would be professionally
done, and more importantly, completely
untraceable to himself.
It would not be too long before he
receives a house guest.
Cristy woke up disoriented in bed in an
unknown room. Cristy tried to get up but found
her wrists locked to the bedposts by manacles.
She also saw that her ankles were locked in a
set of padded shackles to the other two
bedposts. She twisted and turned, but the
chains held her in place. Cristy panicked and
tried desperately to recall what had happened.
She had remembered the semester's end
cocktail party of the music department. Looking
at herself, she found that she is still wearing
the formal dress she wore to the cocktail party.
She remembers that there was smoke and people
coughing, choking, and some others screaming
"Fire!" Then, she had felt someone grabbing her
from behind her back and pressing a damp cloth
over her face. She had struggled and tried to
see her assailant, but before she could do so,
she had felt dizzy and the world seems to fade
away around her.
Looking at the shackles on her ankles,
Cristy shuddered at the fact that she has been
abducted. What could her abductors be after?
She has neither money nor wealthy relatives -
even her tuition was based entirely on
scholarships. She tried again to free herself
but found her attempt futile.
Suddenly, the door to the room opened and
three men walked in. The first man is middle
aged, thin, with dark skin and a carefully
trimmed mustache and beard. The two men behind
the dark skinned man were well built and wore
black suit over black shirts; their faces were
impassive. Wide-eyed, Cristy stared at the
three men, uncertain what to say. Then the dark
skinned man introduced himself as Horoun, the
valet of this house, and asked if Cristy wishes
anything. "Let me go, please," Cristy begged,
"I don't have anything you want. There would be
no one to pay my ransom, please let me go."
Horoun smiled, a smile with little warmth
in it, "Miss Gray, I cannot let you go - that is
a decision depending on the master of this
house. If you wish, however, I could remove
your chains and shackles?"
Feeling the soreness of her legs and arms,
Cristy nodded. Horoun proceed to free Cristy's
legs, then her arms. Suddenly, Cristy jumped
off the mattress past Horoun and pushed past the
two guards. One of the guards jumped after
Cristy and barely caught her nylon clad ankle.
Cristy fell to the floor and was dragged back
into the room by the guards. She struggled, but
the guards are far stronger than she is and
promptly dumped her back on the bed.
Horoun flashed another cold smile at her,
his forehead somewhat furrowed, "Tsk, tsk, Miss
Gray. That is no way for a guest to behave."
Cristy wiped away her angry tears and retorted,
"I am not your guest. I was brought here
against my will. I want to leave here." Horoun
walked up to Cristy and shook her roughly,
making her sob uncontrollably, "Wake up, pretty
fool! For your own sake, listen carefully! A
few hours from now, the master of the house will
summon you. Prepare yourself, make yourself
presentable. Plead your case with him; perhaps
he will listen. Do you understand what I just
said?"
Cristy looked up with tear filled eyes,
then biting her lower lips, she nodded. Horoun
smiled again, then indicated to her that there
is a bathroom, a closet with a dresser, as well
as a small makeup table. Horoun also stated
that there is an intercom next to the door
leading outside, and if there is anything Cristy
needs, she should feel free to call him with the
intercom. Horoun then left with the two guards,
leaving Cristy locked within the room.
Cristy cried a bit, fearful of what might
happen to her. Then she realized that she is
helpless in the hands of her abductors. Wiping
away her tears; Cristy decided to follow
Horoun's suggestions. Cristy took a long shower
and dried her hair. She was surprised at the
furnishings of the bathroom - everything was
luxurious and expensive. She brushed her hair
until it gleamed, then she opened the closet to
find a black silk gown, a set of black lace bra
and panty, a pair of black stockings, and a pair
of two inches heeled shoes, also black. She
thought for a moment before trying the cloth on.
To her surprise, everything fitted perfectly,
the gown clings to her body, revealing every
exquisite curve. She then put on a slight touch
of makeup and waited.
It was not long before the door to the
room opened, and two guards entered the room,
informing Cristy that they are her escorts, and
asked if she would now meet with their master.
Cristy noticed that her abductors are all
extremely polite, but there was always the hint
of threat just beneath their polite mannerism.
She knew that she had few other choices and
nodded to the guards.
As they left the room and walked down the
corridor, Cristy's heart pounded - she was both
terrified and curious. They walked to a double
door, before which they paused. The guard
produced a pair of padded handcuffs and told
Cristy to cross her wrists behind her back.
Hesitantly, Cristy obeyed and the guards locked
the handcuffs on her wrists before opening the
doors and ushered her in.
Cristy found herself in an enormous living
room covered with thick wall to wall carpet and
lit only by the flames of the fireplace. A man
sat in front of a fireplace, reading a book with
a smoking pipe in his hand. At first she
thought he was an old man, because his hair was
completely white, then she saw his face and his
features were those of a man in his late
twenties or early thirties. The man looked up
and stared at her - his icy blue eyes seem to
penetrate into her. "Sit down, Miss Gray. I am
Donatien Alphonse Francois D'Ailly, perhaps you
have heard of me?"
Cristy gingerly sat down in the chair
opposing Donatien and shook her head - she had
never heard of the man. Donatien smiled,
"Really? Well, it matters little. Now, I
understand you wish to ask something of me?"
Cristy felt her throat drying, but she
desperately calmed herself and chose her words
carefully. "Please, Mr. D'Ailly, I wish to
leave here and return home. Please understand
that I am not wealthy and I have no rich
relatives, so there would be no one willing to
pay a ransom for me. I am useless to you here,
please give me my freedom."
Donatien smiled, "You under-estimate
yourself, Miss Gray. Your presence here is of
the utmost importance to me. As you might have
realized, I have little need of more material
wealth. You are here because I want you as my
slave."
Cristy was stunned, then she stood,
trembling, she whispered "W-what did you say?"
Donatien stood up, "You heard me. I want
you as my slave. You will serve me and obey my
every whim, sexual or otherwise. If you do not,
you will be severely punished."
Cristy back away from Donatien, terrified,
"Please, Mr. D'Ailly. This is not funny!"
Donatien walked toward Cristy, "So who's
laughing?"
Cristy turned and ran for the doors, but
she could not open the doors with her hands
cuffed behind her back. "Let me out! Please, I
beg you, let me.. AAIIEEE!" Cristy screamed as
Donatien grabbed her hair and dragged her
painfully away from the door. Donatien then
flung Cristy unto the floor before the
fireplace. Straddling her to prevent her from
getting up, Donatien torn open Cristy's gown
from the collar. Cristy struggled and screamed,
"N-n-no!"
Cristy's bra was torn away and she felt
the cold air on her bared chest. "P-please,"
Cristy sobbed, "I beg you..." Donatien saw that
Cristy's breasts were moderately sized; they are
firm to his touch and capped by tiny pink
nipples. Donatien ran his hand over the young
woman's breasts, pinching her nipples and
smiled, "You have beautiful breasts, slave."
Cristy struggled, her answer broken up by her
soft sobs.
Now Donatien reached down and brought up
the skirt of Cristy's dress until it was at
Cristy's waist, revealing her black lace panty.
Cristy trembled, terrified of what would happen
to her. She clasped her legs close together and
shivered involuntarily as she felt Donatien's
hand moving along her smooth, well-shaped legs.
He whispered to her, "You also have magnificent
legs." Cristy gasped and fresh tear flowed from
her closed eyes as she felt her panty ripped
away.
"Your file indicate that you are probably
a virgin," Donatien whispered as his fingers
tugged at her raven pubic hair, "but tell me
honestly, are you really a virgin?" Tears
trailed down Cristy's cheeks and her lips
quivered but no answer came. Impatiently,
Donatien forced his hand between her tightly
clenched thighs and insert a finger into her
slit. Cristy jumped at the intrusion but
Donatien pinned her down with an elbow. Cristy
tried to speak as she struggled against him but
the words died in her throat. Donatien
withdrawn his hand from between Cristy's thighs
and then slapped her, "Open you eyes! Open
them!"
Cristy opened her eyes, her large, almond
shaped eyes were brimming with tears, and
Donatien saw panic in the dark eyes. Donatien
allowed himself a cruel smile, he liked the
smell of her fear and the way she gasped and
jumped when he touched her. Donatien grabbed
the tattered remains of Cristy's dress and
ripped it apart; he tossed the pieces of cloth
aside until there was not a single shred
covering Cristy's exquisite body.
As Cristy trembled in fear and sobbed
softly, Donatien quickly removed his cloth,
careful to keep an eye on the naked young woman.
Cristy struggled to get up and her tear-filled
eyes widened in horror as she saw Donatien
discarding his cloth, revealing a powerful
physique and a massive member protruding stiffly
from his loin. Cristy tried to run away from
him but Donatien grabbed her left ankle and
pulled her to him. "No," Cristy sobbed, "p-
please, no." Donatien laughed as he pinned the
young woman beneath his body. He forced her
legs apart and pulled her outer labia apart to
feel her. Her inner lips were small delicate
and pink; Donatien slowly inserted his finger
between them as far as it would go, feeling her
intact maidenhead. Cristy jerked violently and
tried to pull away from him.
Donatien then withdraw his hand and pulled
Cristy's face toward him by yanking painfully on
her hair. Donatien smiled, "Now, virgin, answer
me, have you ever been fucked in the mouth or up
your ass?" Cristy's eyes were closed and tears
stained her cheeks, she was trembling. Donatien
hit the frightened young woman several times
before he asked her again. Still trembling with
her eyes closed; she shook her head in negation.
Donatien smiled, "Good. You know you are
about to get fucked real good, don't you?"
Cristy struggled desperately, crying and
screaming, but Donatien was far too strong for
her. He easily pinned her to the floor with his
own weight while forcing her legs apart.
Placing himself between her spread legs,
Donatien laughed crudely as he thrust his
massive member into Cristy with all his
strength, feeling her maidenhead gave way as he
brutally ripped through it.
Cristy's lithe body stiffened with pain
and she screamed. Her body as aflame with agony
as Donatien rammed his penis into her with
relentless ferocity. "Yes," Donatien laughed,
"you are tight, aren't you," as he pumped into
her again and again. Donatien was gifted with
an extraordinarily long and thick member, and
Cristy had an unusually narrow vagina.
Donatien' penis could not fit into Cristy
completely. Each time he thrust, he tears at
her narrow vaginal opening and the head of his
penis hits the back of her vaginal tunnel.
Cristy bled, not only from the tearing of her
maidenhead, but from the huge size of Donatien'
member, and the ferocity of her rape.
Tears poured Cristy's eyes as she shrieked
in pain. The screams of Cristy merely arouse
Donatien further as he rammed into his victim
faster and harder. He moved his hands to
Cristy's firm breasts and rolled her erect
nipples between his fingers. Once or twice, he
stopped ramming her and twitched Cristy's
nipples harshly, making her sob. Cristy wriggle
and squirmed desperately, trying to dislodge
herself from Donatien' penis that impaled her
again and again, but Donatien held her in place.
Donatien then shuddered and shot his hot
semen into Cristy in hard spasms. After a
moment he withdrew his spent organ, its surface
covered with a mixture of his semen and her
blood. Cristy curled up on the floor shivering
and sobbing as Donatien stood up.
Donatien now grabbed Cristy by her
shoulders and made her kneel before him. Cristy
was so terrified that she had not even tried to
resist. Cristy did not know what her captor
would do to her next until Donatien touched his
stiffening penis to her lips. "Open your mouth,
slave, and suck on my prick. Do it nicely and
don't try to bite, else you'll receive a beating
that would make the pain you feel right now
seems trivial." Cristy tries to shy away from
the repulsive organ but Donatien's vise-like
grip on her shoulders held her in place.
Without warning Donatien slapped Cristy,
sending her crying, sprawled on the floor.
Donatien then yanked her by her raven tresses to
pull her to her knees before him and commanded
again, "Now, slave, open your mouth." Cowed by
pain and violence, Cristy gingerly opened her
mouth and Donatien quickly pushed his enormous
organ past her lips all the way to the back of
her throat. Cristy tried to pull away from the
warm, throbbing pole that filled her mouth to
the point of choking her, but Donatien' hands in
her hair held her still.
Cristy cried, tears wetting her checks and
she felt sick and nauseating, but her captor did
not care. Donatien began to vigorous thrust his
penis in and out of his victim's mouth. Cristy
did not suck on his penis, but Donatien' organ
so filled her mouth that her lips were clamped
around it because she could not open her mouth
any wider. Cristy gagged as Donatien raped her
mouth, thrusting violently, causing pain. Again
Cristy tried to pull away, but Donatien's grip
in her hair merely became tighter, pulling
painfully at her scalp. Then Donatien shuddered
again and shot streams of his viscous semen into
Cristy's mouth. Donatien then withdrew his now
limp organ, which glistened from the combined
wetness of her saliva and his discharge and
climbed off her body. With the choking
intrusion finally removed from her mouth, Cristy
began coughing uncontrollably, trying to spit
out the disgusting substance that Donatien's
repulsive member had left in her mouth. Seeing
that, Donatien slapped her again, then grabbed a
handful of her hair and pulled hard, "Swallow
it, slave, swallow it! And lick up what you
spit out from the floor!" Cristy's eyes were
closed and her long eyelashes trembled as tears
slid down her checks, but she obeyed.
Donatien then let go of Cristy's hair but
grabbed her shoulder and turned her over, so she
lay face-down on her stomach. Cristy shivered
as she felt Donatien's fingers skimmed over the
curve of her bottom. Donatien smiled, the young
woman has the cutest bottom - firm and soft at
all the right places. Slowly he inserted his
finger into Cristy's anus, making Cristy's body
jerk. Stretching the small ring of muscle,
Donatien inserted a second finger. Cristy
screamed as she tried to pull away from his
touch. Donatien's strong arm held Cristy
despite her struggles and convulsive sobs
wracked her when she was unable to dislodge his
fingers.
As Donatien withdrew his fingers, Cristy
curled up; her sobs died down to pitiful
whimpering. Donatien suspect that a lot of
fight had already gone out of her due to
exhaustion. He doubts, however, that his lovely
captive had resigned herself to her fate.
Donatien produced a bottle of oil then rubbed it
generously on Cristy's anal opening as well as
his penis. Then He positioned himself behind
his beautiful captive, his hand gripping her
buttocks. He felt Cristy shudder as he spread
her buttocks apart. He placed the head of his
penis at her small rosebud opening, then he
rammed past the small muscular ring and all the
way in until his organ was buried deep inside
the narrow passageway.
Cristy's entire body stiffened then she
screamed and screamed. The pain seems to set
every nerve in her body shrieking. She twisted
and turned, struggling. But each time her
captor rammed his foul organ into her, she
screamed in agony. Her mind seems to be filled
only with terror and pain. She felt as if she
was swimming through a haze filled with shame,
nausea, fear, and pain. As Donatien rammed
again and again into her, Cristy screamed until
her voice was coarse. Cristy finally fainted as
Donatien shuddered a third time that night,
shooting his semen into her. Slowly, Cristy's
mind sank into blissful oblivion that saved her
from the physical tortures.
Donatien now stepped away from unconscious
young woman, finally sated. A broad smile was
on his face, Cristy was certainly the best
sexual experience he's ever had. She would need
to build up some stamina, however, and be taught
to serve him properly as a slave. Donatien did
not doubt, however, that with the right
"encouragement," his captive would learn whether
she likes it or not. Donatien bend down to
examined the unconscious young woman. Droplets
of sperm clung to her delicate lips and were
smeared on her chin and across the side of her
face. Her lovely and wholesome face was bruised
from the beatings. His semen, mixed with blood,
trickled out of her newly christened vaginal
slit as well as her anus. Donatien' lips curved
into a feral grin as he walked off to take a
shower.
Cristy choked and gasped as the smelling
salt was uncapped before her. She opened her
eyes, disoriented. Then as her eyes focused on
the black-clad guards before her and her own
nudity, the stark horror of her situation came
flooding back to her. Her arms were sore from
straining against their bonds . The assault on
her womanhood made her every movement painful.
She tried to get up but she was too weak and her
legs quivered from sheer exhaustion. One of the
guards bent down and unlocked the padded cuffs
that restrained her wrists.
As tears came back with the memories of
her rape, Cristy grabbed the guard's leg. "P-
please I beg you," she cried, "let me go!"
The guard hit Cristy with a forceful blow
that threw Cristy sobbing to the floor.
Painfully, the guard's glove hand grabbed a
fistful of Cristy's black hair, matted and
tangled from her ordeal. Cristy struggled,
tears streaming down her cheeks as the guard
pulled her up painfully by her hair, "Listen
carefully, slave." To emphasize his words the
guard hit Cristy again. "Mr. D'Ailly's orders
are that you are to take a thorough shower and
then you will be allowed to rest. Do you
understand?" Terror was evident in Cristy's
beautiful eyes as she saw the guard raised his
hand again, "Y-yes, I understand. P-please
don't hurt me." As the guard let go of Cristy's
hair, she fell to the floor, sobbing, scared.
The other guard nudged at Cristy's naked
body with the leather toe of his shoe, "Get up,
slave! We don't have all day!" Wobbly, Cristy
rose on her weak legs, her body trembling from
the abuse it had received. Seeing at the
guards' stares, she desperately tried to cover
her breast and pubic area with her hands. The
guards laughed at her discomfort. Still
laughing, one of the guard produced a piece of
rope with a loop. Placing the loop around
Cristy's neck, the guard tugged at the rope,
"C'mon, let's go!" Cristy was then led off like
an animal, with a guard leading her in the front
by the rope and the other guard walking behind
her. Whenever she should falter in her steps,
the guard behind her would prod her painfully
with a nightstick.
She was led to a bathroom and left alone
inside to shower. Frightened that they might
actually inspect her or try to find excuses to
abuse her, Cristy tried to clean herself
thoroughly. As she felt the soreness of her
groin and the aches of her muscles, nightmarish
memories of her rape came back once more. Tears
mixed with water in the shower stall as Cristy
sobbed. She slowly collapsed in the shower
stall, feeling the warm water drenching her
arched back and cried.
Cristy's fitful rest was interrupted with
rough hands shaking her. She woke up and saw
Horoun with two guards standing besides her bed.
Desperately, Cristy tried to cover herself with
the sheets. Horoun laughed, "Forget your
modesty, Miss Gray." Roughly, he pulled the
sheet away from her and grabbed at her breast.
Cristy slapped Horoun, "Don't touch me!" She
cried, trying to cover herself with her hands.
Recovering from the slap, Horoun stared at
Cristy, his eyes red with fury. "Seize her!"
Horoun commanded.
Cristy struggled desperately, kicking and
fighting as the guards grabbed her. The guards
were well trained, however, and Cristy had
little chance against them. Soon she was
standing between the two guards - each of her
arms held tight by a guard.
Horoun walked up to Cristy, his eyes cold
and a cruel smile on his lips. Wordlessly, he
slapped Cristy. Cristy nearly fell from the
blow but the guards held her up. Cristy was
still sobbing as Horoun grabbed her hair and
lift up her head. Horoun leaned close to
Cristy, "Watch how you behave," he whispered and
suddenly Cristy felt the coldness of steel at
her throat. Cristy shivered, frightened.
Horoun laughed and replaced his knife, "The blow
was for your hitting me," he hissed, "And this
is for teaching you a lesson!" Cristy gasped in
pain as Horoun reached down and grabbed hard on
a few strands of her pubic hair. Horoun pulled
hard enough that the hair came out. Cristy
sobbed in shame, her eyes downcast, her
eyelashes trembling.
Horoun laughed in satisfaction and
gestured to the guards, "Take her away!"
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