Please sir, not there... [CorruptedHatred & Rawrg]

When he flipped her around, she was NOT prepared for the kiss. It was her first kiss, and it startled her. Her eyes flew open wide, still wet and close to tears, though she wouldn't dare release them to her cheeks. "A-ah!" The position was awkward for her, and it made her lose her balance and fall over backwards, her fingers still grasping the fabric of her frilly, pink dress. "M-Master..." Her eyes were still wide as she looked up at him from her position laying on the bed, looking quite frightened and unsure of what she should be doing.

Jennie breathed slow and long, deep breaths. She closed her eyes when he kissed them, swallowing hard as she felt his fingers moving along her body. He was being rather gentle, for now at least, though she didn't expect him to be gentle upon his 'grand entrance'. Her body seemed even thinner, smaller, now that she was laying down flat, and the tiny bit of fat she had had sunk into her skeleton. She tried hard not to move, not to do anything to hurt or anger him. "Master..." She murmured again, softly, as it had brought a grin to his lips the last time she said it.

Jennie swallowed hard, looking down at her Master, who was bent over her thin little form. She wasn't sure whether she should help him get it off, as she remembered how it was laced up, but she wasn't sure he appreciated being 'told' what to do (whether she was just trying to help or not.). But, she figured he could probably just rip the black and red lacy thing off her anyways. So, she just held still, resting her fingers on her own chest. "M-master..."

Jennie was shaking like a leaf. He scared her, very much so, with his sharp teeth and claw-like nails. "M-m-master..." She managed, softly, voice growing ever-shakier with every one of his movements. He was so big, strong, and so very sure of himself... while she was small and frail and could barely lift half her weight. If he decided he wanted it, she would be dead in mere seconds. As her gown was ripped off and her porcelain-skinned flesh exposed to him, clean and bright and shiny without a speck of dirt on it (though, there were still some bruises, obviously, and cuts too), she swallowed hard, trying not to cry.

Jennie let out a small cry as he ripped off her bra. The fabric pulled hard against her skin, stretched, gave her some sort of rope burn as it snapped and was ripped away. It hurt. She breathed hard, suppressing her tears and sobs and chokes. "M-master..." She managed, softly, as he pulled away the undergarments on her netherregion. It made her gasp as she felt his large manhood against her stomach, his skin rubbing against hers. "M-master..." She was almost pleading with him to stop, but she knew he wouldn't.

Jennie blushed when he spoke to her, almost ashamed. "I was not sure what else to say, Master." She managed, softly, blushing ever deeper as she saw his big, thick, throbbing member. It was so big! She was having sympathy pains already. She swallowed hard and looked up at him with wide eyes, shyly touching her finger tips to his member. She wondered if he might want her to have it in her mouth--if he would shove it down her throat.

"Master..." She murmured softly, her fingers wrapping around his member. She figured, the better she made him feel, maybe the less he would hurt her. "Master, do you like me to touch you here?" She asked, nervously, beginning to stroke his length, putting careful pressure on it. She knew that if she hurt him, she would be in far more pain than he, so she was very, very careful with how she touched him, especially in that sensitive region.

Jennie blushed a little. She was glad to see that at least she was doing something right for once. Shyly, she massaged the tip of his member with her thumbs. He was making her feel a little better about this, though she knew that wasn't his intention. His hand on her nether region startled her a little, but she didn't squeeze him too hard or anything. She was straining quite hard to keep her hands at the exact same position, so that she wouldn't put too much pressure on his sensitive area.

Jennie swallowed hard. "Master?" She asked, softly, looking up at him with those big, round, pretty eyes of her. "W-would you like it if..." She swallowed, rewording it to be more complimentary. "M-may I please take you into my mouth?" She asked, quietly, hoping he liked that. She would do anything to make him happy, to save her body from how much he would undoubtedly hurt her if she wasn't a good little slave. Maybe she could even help Kai, too.

Jennie's innocent little lips planted themselves against her Master's manhood, giving him little kisses all over the head, and slowly down one side. Then she went slowly back up the other side, her ears flattened against her head, as she was scared of doing the wrong thing. She began to lick his member all over, from base to tip and back again, on all sides of his thick rod. She lavished it with attention, fingers still grasping the base gently, massaging. She hoped to all that was holy that she was doing it correctly.

Jennie actually smiled a little (only a tiiiiny bit, mind you, as she was still nervous) as he gripped at her hair. She took it as a sort of compliment, when mixed with his closing eyes. She started to part her lips, planting wetter kisses on the more sensitive glands on his head. Her tongue protruded from her mouth to lick at them, fingers stroking up and down his shaft. Her lips closed around him, sucking hard, her wetness enveloping him.

Jennie had been taught by another girl who was a slave how to loosen the muscles of her throat to accommodate her future Master's girth. She used this technique now, allowing her throat to widen so much that she got most of him inside. Her tongue still lavished attention upon him, getting wherever she could reach with it, and she made little humming noises to cause vibrations around his manhood. Her fingers went to work with his balls (I hate that word so much. >.<), as there wasn't much more to do on his shaft.