Destined to be alone forever, his years catching up with him, almost too late to partake in the realities of life...he needed someone with whom he could grow...a companion. His lifestyle for many years had been a continuous parade of females...but there were none that interested him.

His slavemaster watched with great concern. This once gentle man changed from a caring, loving soul, to a bitter, hateful, lonely human. Forever in search, he brought only the best, knowing that his master still wasn't pleased, but never spoke of it. Something had to be done...he couldn't bear to watch any longer.

Sitting in the restaurant, reflecting over countless years of service to Master Raven, he stared out the window, not really seeing anything. In an instant, all of that changed, when she passed by. This might be the one, he thought, watching her cross the street...he prayed for it...had a gut feeling. Catching a glimpse of her was all he needed. This one was different from the others.

Quickly paying for his meal, he left to pursue her. Following her down the street, he kept an eye on her movements. Yes indeed...the master would be pleased with this one.

There was a freedom that she hadn't felt in a long time...her footsteps light as she stepped up onto the curb turning to go up the street. Breaking away from her master had been the best thing for her. The emotional and physical strain had been too much. Although he has been very good to her, she knew that one day she would leave...and he would let her go.

Wandering up the street, she stopped here and there to window shop, checking herself in one of them...pleased with what she saw. After wearing only tunics for months, it felt good to be able to wear blue jeans and a blouse again, and even undergarments.

As she glanced over her shoulder of her reflection in the window, a chill ripped through her body. Then she saw him across the street...watching her. When she turned around, he was gone...maybe it was just her imagination. She went on her way, not realizing that he was now only a few feet behind her. There was still an uneasy feeling in the pit of her stomach as she turned the corner.

Directly behind her now, he saw his car was within feet of them. Closing in and taking hold of her arm, he propelled her towards it.

There was not a second to think or even scream. She felt the pressure of his hand leading her. His coarse words told her not to make a sound. She was terrified, as the memories came flooding back. History was repeating itself...this had happened before.

For some reason, he knew that she wouldn't make a sound, or run. Opening the car door, he pushed her inside, and slammed it behind her. She was silent on the long ride; her eyes downcast to her hands that were folded in her lap. Not once did she look up as they drove through the city, or the country.

On finally reaching Raven's Manor, she lifted her head, glancing out the window. They had pulled up in front of the main house, an enormous structure, with tall slate coloured marble pillars framing the entrance. Getting out of the car, he walked around to her side. He pulled her out, half dragging her up the steps through the open door.

Then she did try to break away, but his strong hands held her fast as he guided her down the hall to one of the bedrooms. Shoving her inside, he shut and locked the door.

A myriad of females had passed through the doors, but this time, when the new one was brought in, Master Raven thought he would check her out for himself. The slavemaster told him about her. Now his interest was peaked.

Scrunched down in the corner, her arms wrapped around her legs, she rested her head on her knees. Hearing the door open, she raised her head slightly. But, as he approached, she cowered even more.

A small whimper escaped from her lips as he bent down, roughly standing her up. Pushing her hair back, his eyes wandered over her face, taking in all of her delicate features; the porcelain skin; the ebony hair; the grey eyes. Sensual red lips that trembled slightly as his finger traced them made him smile to himself.

Tears formed in her eyes, but didn't fall, as she stared into his eyes. She had never seen blue eyes the color of his...cold, yet, with a softness that only she saw. Behind all of his harsh looks and actions, she knew there was a caring person.

Leaning over, he whispered something to the slavemaster, nodding as the reply came back. The slavemaster brought out handcuffs. Her eyes widened as he grabbed her arms, and handcuffed her to the bed...the cold metal bracelets clanging against the frame. Struggling was useless...she was his prisoner.

Reaching into his bag, he pulled out a muzzle, noting the frightened look in her eyes. That made it all that much more exciting for him. Covering her mouth with it, he fastened it. Laughing wickedly, he listened to her muffled cries and watched the tears roll down her cheeks.

Removing a switchblade from his pocket, he cut her blouse away, then her bra, leaving her upper torso exposed. He pinched her nipples hard...more tears fell. Unbuttoning her jeans, he peeled them off...then her panties, chuckling as he stood back, staring at her naked body.

Her hands twisted and turned as she tried to get loose. She pleaded with her eyes, then lowered them...the tears falling hard. The other master was gentle compared to this one.

He brought feathers out of his bag, grinning as he ran them up and down her body. Sliding the feathers between her legs, he watched as her nipples hardened. Taking out a blindfold, he covered her eyes. Walking away whistling and closing the door behind him, he left her all alone.

A few moments later, he came back, removing the muzzle and kissing her lips. "Be good," he whispered, as he shoved a dildo inside her. Whistling, he left again.

She was so wet, and didn't know if it was from the fright, or the excitement she felt when the dildo slipped out, falling to the floor.

Entering the room once more, he brought a cassette and put it in the player. All she could hear were the sounds of people having sex...the slurping...the sucking...the moaning and groaning. How long she could stand it, he wondered, as she tried to drown out the sounds by softly humming to herself. This was getting him nowhere...he had to dream up another way to bring her around.

Leaving to get a drink, he checked the fridge. He smiled, knowing exactly what to do with the bottle of Creme de Menthe that was there. Taking it back to the room, he told her that she would love what he was going to use it for. Silently grinning, she already knew.

Dipping his finger in the bottle, he rubbed it in her hidden pleasure, feeling her part slightly at his touch. Looking at her, he kept rubbing and blowing on it. As it got warmer and warmer, she got wetter and wetter. She wiggled all over, the sensation astounding. Stopping, he pinched her hard nipples. He started to leave again, but changed his mind.

Suddenly, his naked body was next to hers, his erection sliding all around her. He asked if she is comfy, to which she nodded. Moving his hardness up between her breasts, he whispered that was good because she would be like that from then on.

As if he could read her thoughts, he said that she would be let out to stretch once in a while, mentioning that the clothespins weren't too far out of reach. She thought that if she ever got out of this, she would go back to her other master. She knew this master would never voluntarily let her go.

Placing his lips to hers, he whispered, "Now be a good slave. You better get your rest...you might need it." Putting his hands between her legs, he felt the wetness. Chuckling, as he left to go back to work, he told her to be good and that he might bring her a treat.

Sleep over-came her, even though she was frightened of this master. Still, she thought, he must have a kind heart. For a fleeting moment, she saw it in his eyes.