When the Master Comes: Speed Trap VII (Patreon)

Akiko walked, wondering how the big man avoided the branches and stuff. It’d really hurt to ram his dick into a tree… wouldn’t it?

But he walked like he owned the forest, and Akiko followed him. The forest seemed denser than it should be, glowing fireflies rising around her. A few times she thought about turning back, but when she turned around, the pathway was…

Not there.

Akiko bit her lip, and kept following him until they came to a clearing. And there was a single stone in the clearing, gleaming in the moonlight.

It looked like a big phallus. Akiko giggled, but then moaned because Mark was leaning against the stone, his big cock dangling.

She licked her lips. He wasn’t hard. She wanted to see him hard.

But wait a minute… she’d been in town for years, and she’d never seen a clearing like this. It couldn’t be that far from—

“Look down,” he said, his voice a command.

Akiko turned to look down and blinked. She was way up on the mountain slope, in one of the little clearings she’d never been to. How had she done….

“I’m not tired… How did I get here, how did I get her so fast?”

“There was something you wanted.” Mark said. His voice seemed to fill the clearing. “There’s magic in this little valley. “You saw me, you wanted me…”

“I…”Akiko couldn’t tear her gaze from that incredible cock. “I… yeah, I mean… You’re… You’re hot.” Fuck he is.

“Maybe, but you see, there’s a problem.” He reached down and ran a finger over his cock. “I doesn’t seem that I want you.”

“But I—“ Look at my tits! I’m better than those cop-sluts! I can… But as she stared at him, she realized that it didn’t matter what she looked like if he didn’t want her.

“You know, this valley has been special for a very, very long time. There was once a cult here that worshipped nature spirits in this little clearing. Not the only one.” Mark turned and looked at her, the moon picking out his features. He smiled. “One of them was a woman would be chosen to dance, stripping her clothes off, abandoning everything about her, until she enticed a man to make her his. Because she would be nude, with nothing to her name save her body, and that was what she could give—herself, her body, making herself her man’s… So long as she could entice him.”

“I… You want me to do… a strip tease?”

“I want nothing,” Mark said, and somehow it looked like his eyes glowed a little. “But what do you want, Big-boobed Akiko. To stay in the hotel, or to be claimed.”

She shuddered. She should tell this weird naked guy that she was just going to go back to the hotel and not talk to him.

But that cock… She imagined what it would look like hard… but it wasn’t.

Some guys got hard just looking at her, when she bent over, showing her cleavage. And there he was looking at her like she was… Not important. Not worthy of touching… of sucking… of worshipping his cock.

Akiko moaned, her hair gleaming in the light. Guys liked her hair. It wasn’t like you had many Asians here, so they liked her tight body and big tits and night black hair, but he…

He was just watching her. He was…

Judging her.

“I… I like don’t dance! We don’t even have a radio!” she said. “Maybe we can, like go back to the hotel and I can…” See if I can make you horny?

“Well, I can go back, but we’ll go back separately and then I’ll go to bed. After all, it’s been a long night.”

What? No! Akiko shook her head. “No!”

“You have something for me…”

“If we had—“ She blinked. He was holding a flute, but where had that come from? He was naked!

“Now, if you are willing…” He put the flute to his lips and started playing.

What the fuck am I… Akiko barely danced. Oh sure once or twice a the club back home, but this little town didn’t exactly have a happening night scene!

But now the air was full of the sound of the flute, and Akiko started to dance.

She started to move, swaying her hips, feeling the way her skirt seemed tight around her full ass. Her top was tight on her tits, and Akiko kept dancing, spinning around the clearing.

She imagined what it had been like in the past. Women dancing, waiting for a man to take them, to approve of them.  She gyrated, the ground soft under her feet, and then Akiko kicked her shoes off, continuing to dance, feeling the cool grass under her bare feet and she was so happy she’d forgone stockings today.

Just look at them, showing off what big sluts they were. Accepting that they were sluts… The music played louder. She spun around and started talking towards Mark. Was his cock twitching?  She licked her lips and then turned around, bending over and wiggling her ass at him, flipping up her skirt. Then Akiko undid the skirt, throwing it to the side, where it fell onto the grass. She was dancing around the stone now, hands working to pull her blouse apart, heedless of the way the buttons popped out. There was only here, the music and the man…

I bet those cops are his fucking sluts. They’ll bend down and serve him, and beg him to put his cock in their tight pussies, to seed them, so that people can know that a man has made them his—“Ah!” Akiko gasped out, flinging her head back. The moves were coming more naturally, a dance she’d never done before but it worked, gleaming tendrils of light seeming to caress her body the same way the sound of the flute caressed her mind…

Dance to prove herself worthy to be this man’s… girl, pet…

Slave…

Her bra was so tight,  but as she reached up to undo it, it just seemed to come apart. She reached down to pull her panties off and they came off the fabric tearing like cobwebs.

And now she was naked, dancing before the man she’d never seen before that day, and Akiko didn’t care.

Take me!

Make me yours!

I am yours… She was, she was his, if he would only agree to make her his slut…

Akiko flung her head back, screaming out her pleasure as she felt the juices from her pussy roll down her inner thighs. This was right, this was why she’d come here this was—

“Stop.”

She stopped, falling to her knees, and turned around.

There was Mark.

His cock erect.

“Who do you belong to?”

Akiko licked her lips. “To you.”

It was the truth.