Naughty Angel, AKA Lyss, is someone who I am pleased an honored to call a friend of mine who I care for very much.  She has kindly given me permission to show her beauty to all of you and I encourage you to do so.  Without further ado the lovely Lyss.

An absolute treasure to behold, you can hear her wonderful recordings at her website, hosted right here at Kaobear.com

With a deliberate movement Kit slips off the bed, nearly stumbling on unsteady feet. Hesitantly she moves towards the curtains, hoping to at least gain some semblance of idea what the time was and where she was. Holding her breath she pulls them open with a quick jerk. She steps back surprised to see not a window but a solid stone wall. Kit purses her swollen lips in frustration and makes her way across the floor to the huge oaken door. Her attempts to turn the handle and open the door are met with the metallic clanking of a locking mechanism falling into place. A snarl of fury rips from her as she pulls and pulls at the door in vain. She pauses for a moment as the whisper of cruel laughter catches her attention. With another snarl she bashes the heel of her hand on the uncooperative door. With a small sigh she turns, leaning on the secure door as her gaze scans the room further.

In the corner sits an enormous wardrobe of some ancient design and beside it, a side table with a wash basin filled with steaming water. A small silver tray of fruits, cheeses and breads sits on another table and although she is very much famished, she dares not touch it.

“It’s probably drugged or poisoned or something” she mutters.

She snickers… so whoever this bastard was he obviously had money. That thought actually scared her even more because she was well aware that it was easier for the rich to be “eccentric” and have it go unnoticed… Biting her lower lip in thought she curls into an overstuffed chair, pulling a blanket about her. She needed to figure out what the hell was going on… and quickly…

Kaotiks stood at the coffee nook that faced the forgotten waterfront in front of him. He sipped a bitter tea and smiled as he watched the sun sink totally over the crest of the trees to the west. He laid out the final items on the silver tea service he had in front of him. Fine china and sterling silver, handpicked Indian sweet tea and non-refined sugar cane directly imported from his offices in Jamaica. He was simply, yet elegantly dressed in a pair of black trousers, crisply pressed and seamed. A silver blouse hung on him as if it were designed for him, which it had been a long time past. His boots laced up to his mid thigh and his hair, long and silvery, was tied back in a severe ponytail which hung in a straight line down his back. He turns his head as he hears noise from the guest suite. Picking up the tea trolley, he makes his way towards the room with a simple noiseless stride. When he arrives, he shifts the trolley from one hand to another and fetches a large black key ring that appears to be made of iron, swiftly finding his object; he places the key in the lock….

He makes a great deal of effort to make as much noise as he can before he turning the lock tumblers and presses his shoulder against the door. He realizes that he will most likely be attacked upon entering the room, so he decided to leave the tea trolley on a small table outside the door for the moment. It was a dear set to him and it would be a tragedy if it was damaged in any way. He steps into the room, quickly closing the door behind him and making sure he keeps his back to the door.

“Kit, I see that you have finally awoken from your slumber. I was beginning to think that you would simply sleep the rest of the week away. As if five days was not enough. Would you care for tea?” His voice was as sincere and pleasant, but there was an undercurrent to it,  a dark and dangerous undercurrent. He stepped backwards and fiddled with his door behind his back so that if she did incapacitate him, she would still be trapped in here with him.

Tucking her legs close to her chest in a protective manner, Kit peers with suspicious, hate filled eyes at the man as he enters. Her silver blue orbs swirling with a life of their own, made no attempt to hide her loathing. Given the demeanour he had displayed the last time that they had met she was caught off guard by his cordial, almost joking manner. The darkness that surrounded him was still palpable and she would not be seduced by his apparent kindness.

Kit considered making a break for the door but quickly dismissed it as she knew that she was in no physical condition to muster the speed and dexterity that would be required to make it past the hulking brute. She pointedly ignored his gesture of the offered tea though its sweet aroma watered her parched mouth.

Her musical voice low and even she growls “Who the hell are you and where the fuck am I?”

She knew that back on the beach she had not had any of her identification with her, so the fact that this man knew her name and spoke with such easy familiarity bore heavy on her mind. Kit had to admit she was both famished and parched but stubbornly pushed the nagging needs of her body away as her mind reels. Five days? She had been unconscious for 5 days? What the hell had he stuck her with? For that matter what the hell had he done to her?

An involuntary shiver courses through her curvaceous frame as fragments of memory cascade in her mind. Pain, rending flesh, the coppery scent of blood filling he nostrils and the horror at the recognition that the vitreous fluid causing the odour was her own.  She swallowed hard against the bile rising in her throat as the shards from her mind reformed into a cohesive recollection of events.

“Why have you brought me here?” She demanded. “You can’t keep me here you know, people will be looking for me”. Kit held her head haughtily, her gaze never leaving him.

He raised his hand in a manner of polite deference and smiled.

“Hush now, Ma Petite Minou, all will be explained in due time.”

He moved a little faster than he probably needed to and opened the door, fetching the tear trolley from outside the door and placing it on an oak side table that stood near him.

“You will find food on the tray here, as well as tea. No doubt you will have assumed I have poisoned it, for that matter I can give your mind no peace except to say that it is not such. You shan’t believe me, but it is so.”

His smile flashed once again and he made his way back to the door, an antique clawed chair sitting near the door, almost as if it was meant for him to sit in and answer questions such as the ones he was answering now.

“Eat first and then I assure you I shall answer all your questions.”

Kit’s hunger and thirst finally began to wear her resistance down. Taking great care to keep the blanket covering her nakedness firmly wrapped about her, she takes a few hesitant steps closer to the tray of food and drink. She is obviously torn because although she does desire the nourishment, she would have to come within an arm’s reach of the man to obtain it. After only 2 steps her pride freezes her in place, continuing to glare balefully at the man now lounging in the chair.

“I’m not hungry” she says coolly.

The man nods to her in a quick motion, the smile gone as well as any good temper he may have had at the meeting. “You refuse my hospitality?” His voice sharp and cold.

He walks to her and rips the blanket from her fingers before she has a chance to clench them about the blanket. “I shall leave the tea and food here for you. When I return, I will knock thrice upon the door. I say thrice because your servants will knock but once. When I enter the room, if your food and tea are not gone, and by gone I do mean eaten by you, then we will have to go straight to the lessons I have in store for you. If you do what I tell you, then I will allow you to dress yourself and bring in garments of your desire that you may way whenever you please.” He looked at her again, his eyes like ice. “Are we clear on this point my Kitten?”

Kit stands perfectly still trembling in a mixture of pure rage and embarrassment at her suddenly exposed form. Although she does not answer, her silvery blue eyes betray her fervent desire not to ever have to endure what the previous meeting entailed ever again.

“Why are you doing this?” She asks again.

His rage is immediate as she does not answer him. He moves like a lightning bolt and crashes his hand into the side of her face. The blow fresh and brutal, causes her to crumple to the floor.

“When I ask a question, you will answer “Yes Sir” or “No Sir”. There will be no middle ground answers. All failure will be met by punishment. You have just received a warning Kitten. Do not make me do what must be done next.”

He shakes his head and backs off slowly.

“I ask of you again, are we clear on this point my Kitten?”

Kit’s head remains lowered for several moments as she attempts to clear the ringing in her ears, her hands clenching the luxurious carpeting which did little to break her fall. She flips her hair over her shoulder and looks up at him, licking the fresh blood from her once again swollen lips. The defiance in her eyes was apparent even from the distance that he stood.

“Beat me all you fucking want asshole, but I will never call you Sir. I’m not one of your fucking servants nor am I your slave.”

Kit was very aware that he may just kill her for disobeying him, and in many ways that is exactly what she was hoping for, that way she could at least keep what little dignity she had left intact. Her body braces itself for the fury she knows will be soon be levelled at her stoically.

It was a dangerous gamble she was making but one she felt was worth her self respect.

Kaotiks thought a moment as she threw her temper tantrum. He knew what must be done but did not do it. This one was different; she possessed something that he wanted. He stood and bowed low before her, his head nearly touching the floor. On the return to his standing stature she could see how tall he was, he must have been 6′10″ if he was an inch.

“Very well then.”

His heart broke as he smashed the tea trolley onto the floor and ground his booted foot into the food that was there.

“Do know that even if you do not eat, you will not die, I will see to your….nutrition my self.” He smiled cruelly with his the last sentence and licked his lips slowly as he turned towards the door.

Kit cannot help but quiver slightly at the violence he displays though she tries to keep it inside. Without warning a sliver of the broken crockery flies off the floor and embeds itself into the oaken door, barely missing taking off the man’s ear. Kit’s small gasp hung in the near electrically charged air of the room as understanding of his meaning dawns in her.

She skitters backward away from him, pressing her bare back against the stone wall, shaking her head repeatedly. “No… “she stammers incredulously,” that’s not possible…. not possible…”

Kaotiks turns about to mock at her, his laughter deep and haunting. He smiles wider; lines of razor sharp teeth line both the top and bottom of his gaping maw. The two front teeth both top and bottom are extended at least four inches, as a viper when it’s teeth are not folded back.

“All things are possible in the dark Sweet Kitten”

He flashed another smile and it was the face she had seen but a moment before, all the features normal and, well, human.

“I believe that we have come to an impasse, I shall have to teach you manners this time.”

Kit swallowed hard as she continues to shrink away from the monster in front of her, nearly climbing the stone wall. Her eyes are now wide in terror. She cringes from his sudden transformation though is powerless to look away. Although she had like most girls gone through a dark phase and thought it would be interesting for some dark brooding night lord to spirit her away, those were just childish fantasies she had long since disregarded. That such horrors could actually exist was beyond the scope of her substantial nerves.

“Why me?” she says in a small voice. Spasmodically her hand grasps for another blanket in the vain hope of covering her form. Her breath becomes laboured as the air around her seems to pulse as panic tightens its grip.

Kaotiks stops his thoughts and changes gears, the gentleman returning once again as if he had never left. He bends down and slowly begins to pick the broken pieces from the floor.

“There are many things into his world that you know Kitten and many more that you do not. I ask you to never ask me that again lest you find out an answer you cannot cope with even in the pits of your nightmares.”

He picked up the last of the crockery and whatnot and stood, brushing off the pants and shirt to an immaculate finish.

“Have you never wondered what it would be like to become of the creatures of the night Kitten, know the pleasures of eternity and the unending life?”

He looked into her eyes as she formulated an answer and let his mind wander slowly until it tapped her own. He stopped a moment and waited, he would not do the next until she answered him, if she answered in a correct manner he would have to do nothing. If she did not, he would peel the layers of her mind away from her soul like the peel of an orange.

Kit shook her head blinking rapidly. “NO…no… Not ever in any context but a …” she stops herself before she completes the thought.

Kit took a deep breath to steady herself. She turns on her heel, away from him still shaking her head.

Firmly she murmurs to herself “Okay girl… enough now, time to wake up… this is all just a bad dream…not real… just another one of those ones that you can stop and control when you want… now wake up come on. Please wake up…”

As she murmurs, one of the side tables in the room trembles on its base as if it is caught in an earthquake. Kit closes her eyes tightly wishing this nightmare would end and she would wake in her own bed safe the man sits down with a flourish, draping his leg over one of the chair legs and speaks as the obviously temporarily disturbed woman does what she must.

“I have yet to tell you my name Little Kitten. I am known as Kaotiks, once a Lord of Hammerfall but the civilization that I was a lord in has long since turned to dust and been forgotten by all in the world save me.”

He looks her up and down, obviously forgetting she was nude he licked his lips as he started to stand, a need rising in him. “Your name is Kit?”

Kit whirls around, her eyes obviously disappointed that she was still here as she opened them. She quickly grabs the blanket and covers herself. “Aye. How do you know it?” She watches him carefully, feeling quite vulnerable at the moment. T

“There are many things I know things I can teach you if you will but submit to me in every way and do what I tell you to do. I can show you things that mere men and women imagine as madness.” He talked towards her as he spoke, his passion coming out and his penis growing under the tight fitting clothes. “So many mysteries you will have answered, so many things you can do or want. Never again will you worry about time, or death.”

Kit shakes her head much firmer this time and side steps in an attempt to slip around him. “I don’t want mysteries or any other such craziness… and I LIKE my worries” she says emphatically… “I’m not going to do what you want because I don’t want what you are offering.” she flashes a nervous smile “I’m flattered, honestly, but no thanks. I’m quite content to grow old and die just like everyone else.”   She raises her hand, holding it in front of her as if to stop his approach with it.

“I’m not like you… and I really don’t want to be, no offense… I’ll keep your secret, just please, let me go”

The table began to raise and fall violently off to her side as she trembles.

He grabs her wrists and snaps it to the left so suddenly that the crack in the air is heard a moment before the bone shatters and the hand lays limp and useless at the end of her arm.

“I have tried to be polite to you Kit; I have tried all I know how to do to keep you by choice. Now we will use other methods, darker methods to get you to come about into the light, or the darkness I should say.”

He picks her up by her arm and throws her into the chair she had been curled against when he had first arrived. “I will see that new food arrives and that a maid tends to your wounds.”

In a quick motion he leaves the room and the lock is heard to tumble behind him.

She is a divine beauty, a good friend and an excellent human being.  She has humored me in letting me put this little piece up here about her and I hope you enjoy looking at her as much as I do.

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Rick got out of the car first and automatically walked over to her side and opened the door for her. A fact that she smiled at, it was a lost art, chivalry, she was glad to see that some men still practiced it. He took her by the arm and walked her up to the door and stopped before he got his keys from his pocket. He knew that something had to be said, and it was best said before something they regretted occurred.

Elizabeth, I need to tell you, I loved what just happened, I want to go places with this. I am not looking for a one night stand and hope against hope that you feel the same way. I know this is a pressure filled question, but do you think we are going anywhere?”

She smiled up at him as she heard what he said, her thoughts mirrored in his words. “Rick, I am not a woman that goes home with a man for fun. I never have been and never will be. When I got into your car I knew that if certain things were not a given, I would walk away with no hard feelings and think back at a wonderful moment the two of us shared.”

He kissed her cheek softly and placed his hand in his pocket to get the keys and open the door. He had been waiting for a woman like this for a long time. A beautiful woman who understood him, at least in the ways they had discussed as of yet. Perhaps it would work, maybe it wouldn’t. He was overjoyed by the simple fact that they were both willing to try.

“Please come in, don’t mind the emptiness of the condo, it hasn’t been that long since I moved in.” He stepped through the door and the vast, off-white of the walls met him for the first time with a warm and friendly face. They moved to th living room and sat down on the small couch he had bought the day he moved in.

They sat close to one another and he absently ran a finger up and down her cheek, the two of them staring at each other without the awkwardness that usually accompanies such a moment. They very aired seemed to be relaxed and charged with passion in the same instant.

She made the first move, she leaned in and kissed him softly, his mouth reciprocating and matching hers. Their lips and tongues intertwining like they had always been destined to be. He moved closer to her and pulled her against him and kissed her harder, his mouth hungrily exploring hers now. She sighed into his mouth and mirrored his movements, both of them tasting each other with the passion of newness and wonder.

His hands moved over her back in a soft and constant parade of movement, the softness of her making him want to touch her even more. His hand slipped under her top and he ran his hand over the cool skin of her back. She closed her eyes and leaned back into his hands, sighing at the touch.

He kissed her softly and spoke quietly. “Turn around dear, I will give you a nice back rub, get rid of some of that tension back there.” He grinned as she instantly turned and arranged herself between his legs, her backside rubbing against his inner thighs and her entire back presented to him.

He leaned forward and spoke into her ear, his moist lips inches from the tender lobe. “May I lift the top off Dear, it may chafe a bit to rub through the clothes.” He kissed her ear and her neck just after he said it and her sigh gave him the affirmative he was looking for. He reached tot he bottom of her blouse and slowly began to inch it up , his fingers running lightly over the skin of her belly and the sides of her ample breasts. Her hands moved over her head as he slipped the top off, leaving her in a bra, black and soft like silk.

He moved his hands to the base of her spine, just above the cleft of her buttocks and began to massage the muscles there. She leaned back and he smiled as he knew he was giving her pleasure. His fingers kneaded the muscles and she sighed softly as each knot was loosened by his ministrations.

His hands moved slowly up her back, his fingers were skilled in massage and he was concentrating on making her feel a state of bliss. He did not noticed how her breath had quickened somewhat and was surprised when she turned her head slightly and spoke in a husky tone.

“It will be easier for the middle of my back if we took of f the bra.” His hands went to it and after a moment the clasp was loosened and her breasts fell from their restraints. She pulled the material away from the skin and placed the bra on the table in front of them.

His hands moved over the skin were the straps of the bra had gone across the middle of her back. The material had dug into her skin and his fingers went softly over the skin so as not to aggravate it. He felt the swell of the side of her breasts and let his fingers move over the softness of them. She leaned back into his arms now, the massage forgotten for the moment.

He carefully reached around her body and slowly ran his fingertips over her nipples, the skin hardening into a perfect circle as he did. The hard nipples caught the light of the early morning and her sigh made it seem as if perfection had entered his condo.

He leaned into her neck and kissed it softly as his hands softly massaged her breasts, his hands making sure every inch of them deserved the attention that they deserved. He nipped playfully at her neck and she sighed as he did, her body thrusting her chest outward to meet his hands.

He increased the pressure of his hands, cupping and softly kneading the flesh under him. His chest pressed against her back and his mouth found a delicious spot on her neck and he tasted her with his tongue, the sweetness of her skin taking him away from reality completely.

She moaned softly, wriggling softly against him and finally sat forward, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she looked at him, her eyes glazed with lust as he was sure his were. He noticed that his breath was not exactly coming out in easy breaths at that point.

She got up on her knees and faced him, her knees between his legs and her proud and gorgeous chest inches away from him. He lost himself in the visage of her and moved his head to her breast, kissing softly over the top of the skin and finally finding the soft pink flesh of the nipple. His tongue swirled around it and suckled on it.

His other hand found the other breast and massaged it, finding the nipple there and softly pulling on the nub, pinching softly, his mouth still attached and begging for more. After a moment he switched sides, refusing to neglect any part of this sweet goddess. She moaned loudly as he switched and her hands rand through his soft hair and pulled softly when he did something she particularly enjoyed.

He stopped and pulled his head up, his mind thinking of how absolutely divine the woman in front of him was, the softness of her skin still being felt as his hands ran down her torso and met her hips, running his hands over her wide and flared hips, her thighs like milky mounds of wonder.

It was then she lifted her hands and pushed him back softly, his head landing on the softness of the armrest behind him. Her hands moved in a mesmerizing dance as she slowly unbuttoned the shirt he was wearing and her hands collided with his chest. The softness of her hands on the hair of his chest nearly drove him insane, yet he stayed down, letting her explore him as she had allowed him to do.

The coolness of her touch as her fingers ran over his skin was intoxicating, he opened his eyes to see her move forward, her knees straddling the center of his legs and her face directly above him. She leaned down and kissed him, their mouths once again finding each other, but softly now. A gentle exploration compared to the animalistic lust from early.

He would do anything to make this instant last forever and he had a feeling she sensed it as well. They kissed until their breath was quick and gasping. She was so sweet, the taste of her reminded him of wine, roses, summer and joy.

She was above him now, the rising sun casting her face in a light that displayed her as a true goddess of the light, an Artemis within his own sight.

Her hands slipped down her body slowly, her thumbs catching the material at her waist and pulling it down, her eyes never leaving his. She lifted herself for a moment and when she came back to rest, she was there atop him in all her glory, the magnificence of her nudity nearly causing him to tear from the sight.

Still with no words she reached and placed her hands on his hips above his pants and began to pull. His hips lifting to help her and then in a moment and a few movements she was stop him again, both of them nude and never more alive than they had ever been.

His length was hard and ready, inches from the moist and warm opening of her center. It pulsed softly with his heartbeat and her hands gently moved to it, softly running fingertips over it that nearly made him explode with the sensation.

Her hand wrapped about it softly, the warmth and hardness of it contrasted by the incredible softness and cool touch of her hand. She stroked him softly, her hand moving up and down his shaft with an excruciating slowness. After a few moments she stopped and when their eyes met they knew that it was time.

She lifted her hips and lowered herself on him, the heat from her making him purr with satisfaction, his girth making her moan softly. She lowered herself more still and her velvet iron core gripped him tightly, squeezing from all sides as she threw her head back in a wordless cry. Finally she sank all the way onto his length, her buttocks resting against him, his manhood fully buried within her. There was no more pauses, no more looks from her.

She slowly began to undulate atop him, the rippling massage his manhood received was unlike anything he had ever felt before. She moaned louder as she sped up her movements, her arms going behind her, resting on his legs as she bucked agsint him. His arms moving and touching her everywhere that he could reach, the sweat beading on both of them as she went faster still, the electric feeling in him growing and growing, her breasts heavy with sweat were slick under his fingers as he tugged again on the nipples, her mouth opening in a cry as he did. He continued what he saw she enjoyed and she threw herself forward, leaning onto his chest as she lowered and raised herself in a frenzy of lust.

His hands moved towards her ample buttocks, squeezing the soft skin and pulling her hips onto him, thrusting himself now. She screamed as he did and they were both lost in a infinite time of thrusting, sweat, crying out in lust and fingers digging into flesh.

He felt himself prepare to explode into her and her eyes met his. His eyes asked what his mouth could not and she nodded as she still worked herself onto his turgid length. He felt himself swell and he felt her tighten on him even more and he knew it was inevitable.

With a cry that was more of a scream for both of them, he emptied himself into her and she accepting his seed. Pulse after pulse of his orgasm hit, nearly in time with hers as she milked him, draining him of everything before collapsing against one another. Breath coming in near hyperventilation.

For hours they lie there, nude and wrapped in each others arms. The warmth and perfectness of the day wrapping about them. There were no words, only soft kisses and softer embraces as the the love that was developing in them took hold and intertwined.

Thre does not seem to be any limits to what this gorgeous woman can and will do to please her loyal following.  She has graciously allowed me to use an picture so that you can see just a taste of this divine creature.

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She was barely awake, her face swollen and her eyes opening and closing shut spasmodically with the pain of everything that was happening to her. He stood there, his knife loose in his right hand and his left hand slowly entering and exiting her womanhood. His mind seemed pensive as he did such, as if he was making a decision. Albeit involuntarily, she was slowly lubricating for him just like he knew she would in time. He decided to add another finger to the two already inside of her. The swollen labia and clitoris protested as he did this and he smiled, such obstacles could be overcome with time and a great deal of attention.

She looked at him with a glance of pure hatred and it made him smile. Didn’t she realize that he was doing this all for her? That he was saving her from a lifetime of men who would discard her at the slightest thoughts of denial? He removed his fingers and licked them slowly, like one would a Popsicle, the taste of her and the freshness of the blood made him want her even more than he already did, if that was even possible. He closed a final decision making loop in his mind and moved forward with what he now considered an interview.

He placed the knife blade between his teeth as he slowly pulled the denim blue jeans he wore down past his knees and with them the boxer shorts. His penis was afire now, the veins in it throbbed like the engine of a high performance car at the starting line and the ache from it was slowly building, reaching more than just his genitalia.

He placed the knife back in his hands and moved her head with his free hand, when he spoke his voice was calm and very distinct. “What I do now I do for you. You will come to understand all of this in time, that I promise” He raised his hips to match the height of her sex and lowered it carefully. The circumcised head of his penis sat neatly inside the folds of her labia for a brief moment before he pressed into her, a long and continuous push, filling her with his cock and making her scream as he pushed onward, despite any pain or suffering she may be experiencing. All the factors had to be taken into consideration. He pulled out slowly and looked at her a moment, her eyes wet with tears, unsaid scorn and terror on her lips.

Next he needed to test her limits of fear. He held the knife to her throat as he violated her, his cock swelling inside her now bleeding womanhood, the blood allowing a smoother ride for his penis than the dry vaginal walls had before. He sliced her softly against the skin and watched the blood flow as his pace increased and her voice finally found the air and the will to power screams that nearly matched that of the ocean they used as a backdrop.

Now he needed his personal release, his mind ever careful to leave not the endgame. He pressed the knife between his teeth once again and used both hands to grope her heavenly breasts. He pulled the nipple hard away from the breasts and heard her cry out as he twisted them and abused them in all the ways that he knew how. He bent over, his hands pinning hers to the side lest she try to hit him, still thrusting in and out of her, and took the nipples, one by one into his mouth. He bit down as hard as he dare and allowed the blood to flow from the fresh wounds.

He leaned back now, his face sweating profusely and his hips moving like the wind as he prepared to mark her for an incredibly deep and evil trip that she would soon discover.

He shot his semen deep into her and she screamed as he did, most likely amidst fears of pregnancy and what not. She would have no worries of that, he would make sure that all was well in that arena, there were methods after all. The slimy fluid leaked out of her, his hips still pushing his slightly limp penis into and out of her, smearing the fluid across his hips as well as her thighs.

He reached into his back jeans pocket and pulled out the tiny syringe that he carried for just this purpose. Jamming it into the meaty part of her thigh, she had run out of terror for one evening and made not a single noise as he did so. It was a fast acting narcotic and soon she lay limp on the driftwood, seemingly dead to those who did not know what was to be looked for in the body.

He cleaned his mess up from where he was. Carefully disposing of the woman’s clothes in a burn barrel along with the wood he had so savagely taking her upon. He smiled as he saw her sketchbook and pencil, he kept them for the time being, they would serve many a purpose as time passed on with them. The gas can was there from he had placed it earlier in the evening, his final goal not yet known, only vague hopes.

He carried her limp body back to his waiting car as one would a friend who had too much to drink in a single evening. He wiped the sand clean with his feet as he walked, picking up his shoes and socks as he made his way forward. He placed her into the front seat of the car, absolutely confident that she would go nowhere as he finished his work.

He walked briskly back to the scene and gathered all the dry wood he could find, casting it into the barrel. he carefully picked all the blood from the ground that had been smeared with fluids of any kind and placed them in there as well. He lit a match from a book in his pocket and flipped it into the barrel, the fire exploded into life, the flames threatening to escape their bonds and take everything with them

He walked back to his car now, the pace slowly and determined, the chance of tracing any of this impossible. He sat in the drivers seat of the car and lit a long clove that he had especially imported. The first inhalation of the sweet smoke made him smile as he drove away, all that was left of the woman now beside him was the saddened expression the moon seem to wear as they vanished into the night

She has kindly given me permission to do a little feature of her at Kaobear.com and I am happy for the opportunity to show such a woman to all of you.  When she asked what picture I needed, well, with a woman named Jade 38H, you have to go for the obvious now don’t you?  Don’t let that name fool you though, this woman is more than a cup size, she is an entire experience.

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He was still reliving the wonder of it all when he saw her. Her hair was long and shining against the waning light of the moon and even from where he stood, he saw that her breasts were deliciously large and pendulous in their heft. She seemed to be drawing or sketching, a pad of paper and a pencil in her hands as she looked off into the distance where the waves crashed and the moon shone bright.

He approached a little closer and saw that her bottom was so tight a quarter would have bounced a goodly distance off it. He lips started to quiver and his mouth started to salivate and his cock grew to an iron hardness. His fingers moved softly over the knife he always carried with him on nights such as this and he knew what had to be done.

He slipped his feet out of his shoes as he watched her move down the beach, oblivious to anything save the waves and the moonlight shining down upon her like the gaze of a caring father. He removed his socks so that they would not betray his footfalls and slowly began his movements towards this young lady of his most keen attentions.

He slipped the knife from the belt loop he kept it safely tucked away in normally and sped up, the distance between the two of them closing quickly. He waited for the next wave to roar in and crash until he made his move. He slipped the knife around her neck and moved backwards slowly, her feet dragging and trying hard not to move with him. The knife started most of her efforts to resist however.

He never even saw her head move as she slammed her skull backward into his nose. The pain exploded in a sea of crimson and liquid, his sinuses screamed in agony, and yet he was still able to hold the knife to her throat and keep her from moving. He pressed the blade into her skin and allowed a thin line of her blood to seep from the fresh cut before he spoke, his voice guttural and full of years of compressed rage.

“If you move again, I will leave parts of you on this beach that even the birds and the bugs will never be able to find.” To emphasize his point he pressed the knife into the throat of the young lady.

He didn’t see her move again as she slammed the pencil she still held into the top of his foot, the movement into his foot making a sickening crunch as the graphite shaft slammed into the bone. Blood squirted with the pressure of the blow and he nearly lost his grip over her as she began to squirm away. He temporarily ignored the pain and squeezed her throat with his free hand, the pressure like a vise closing tighter and tighter over the airway of his victim.

He knew that at this point the blood was slowing to her brain, the air was being cut off and circles that were not really there danced before her eyes as she drifted into the final stages of consciousness. He laughed and released his choke hold on his newly found delight. He wouldn’t let her get off that easy. He had a few issues that he was going to take out on her.

She was barely breathing now, her eyes swimming and fighting to stay open as he picked her up and easily threw her over his broad shoulders and made his way to the spot on the under the boardwalk he had picked for the others before her. It was close to the water and the near constant roar of the waves would easily wash away any noise she decided to make in her struggling and futile defense.

He laid her out on a huge piece of driftwood and cut the clothes off from head to toe in a slow motion. His hands traced the knife down her skin, leaving barely a millimeter between the knife and her perfectly white flesh. Her breasts fell from their vanished keepers, falling about her chest in two mounds of ivory, creamed flesh. Her body was divine to look at and he was sure it would be even more wonderful to violate it. With difficulty, his eyes left the two peaks of her chest and travelled down her full body, noticing the hips that would sway as she walked and her wonderful ass that fit like a final puzzle piece to the rest of her body.

He used both hands and flipped the woman over, actually taking care not allow the wood of the driftwood to mar the perfection that they now had laying atop them. His hands travelled over the half moons of her buttocks, his lips twisted in a smile as he noticed the firmness of it. She was coming slowly back to the land of the waking and he decided to greet her in a proper way.

Moving her so that her ass was facing his aching manhood, he quickly licked two of his fingers for ease of entry and shoved them as hard as he could thrust up her, feeling her body shudder with pain as she had been unprepared for such an assault and her body had not lubricated the opening. He worked them in and out once or twice. The lubrication from his own spit and a little of her involuntary wetness allowed him to finger his new little pet well and good.

She woke up to his fingers thrusting in and out of her like such. He could see as she turned her head to the side that the tears had already started to fall from her eyes. He looked again and saw her weep silently and close her eyes, starting to suck herself into a shell. That wouldn’t do at all now would it?

He took a moment to say a silent prayer of forgiveness to himself for having to damage his new gift. To leave a mark on such a creature was a sin in itself, however, all creatures need learn respect for their Keepers. He drew back his had and came down repeatedly into the sides of her turned face, the knuckles slamming into the sides of her skull, leaving what he knew would be a future bruise with every single stroke. He let the fist relax into an open hand and smacked her, changing the side of the face he used as he made sure she was wide awake and back with him.

“No, No. You will not slip into your little happy place and wait for me to be done. That is what those young ladies taught you how to do at the community center when they told you about people like me didn’t they? Turn your head away from him and slip to a deep place, he will finish with you quicker if you are not fighting him. If I can’t see and feel you awake and aware, then why would I bother to stop anything and allow you to live? No, you either stay with me or I will make the end of your life as brutal as they come”

Mind you, she didn’t know what was to come. If she did, she would be screaming no matter what he said to her.

My apologies for this, but since my blog crapped out the other day, I am going to repost an earlier thing I did, however, I am completely rewriting it, so do not let the title fool you if you would be so kind.

When people hear the tern BBW, one of two things go though their minds. Disgust or Joy.

If you are of the disgust variety, then I invite you to read further on and see the beauty that these women contain, both with their physical beauty and, most times, their inner beauty as well. If you are a dyed-in-the-wool hater of all things above a certain size, then please, kindly leave and don’t bother me with hateful replies.

Now, for those of you who are still with me, I want to talk about all aspects of the Big Beautiful Woman and why this heavenly creature is actually the pinnacle of beauty in the female form today.

For starters, loving a woman of a larger size is nothing new. If you look at sculpture from Ancient Rome, Greece and Persia you will always see that the woman carved or painted are curvaceous with wide flaring hips and ample busts.

Nowhere is the absolutely grandeur of the BBW better illustrated than in the works of Flemish Baroque painter, Peter Paul Rubens. Based on his work, we have the term Rubenesque, a word that highlights only the positivity and beauty of the full-figured woman.

His painting, “Venus At The Mirror” is the most elegant piece of seventeenth century art on the subject of larger women and continues to highlight their grandeur to this very day.

It was not truly until the later half of the 20^th Century and truly only in the United States did the fanatical obsession with weight and size begin to appear. With the model Twiggy, the agonizing decay of Karen Carpenter from anorexia and a prominence of thinner and thinner supermodels, the ideal of woman shrank until now it is impossible to attain without danger to the woman involved.

However, in the back of the room there has always been, and will always be, women who are not afraid to show the world that a woman’s body should have curves. That breasts are a thing to admire, not tape down in shame and embarrassment.

I am not a scholar nor am I a very savvy man of fashion, but I am a man who knows what beauty is and I assure you that when I look at these women and can count the ribs on their bodies, I do not see beauty, I see a desperate call for help that I pray is answered by people who love them.

In closing let me say a word to all of the women of size who are reading this. You are beautiful, not just to me but by masses upon masses of men who crave the feel of flesh under their fingers and not bone. You are worshiped as the goddesses you are, most often from afar by men who are so terrified you would reject them that they never say a word.

I ask you to stay as lovely as you are, to keep the glowing wonder of your beauty a light to show the dark world that there is still hope left for people who think that diet pills and starvation are the secrets to beauty.

Thank you for being you.

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It had been yet another killer week at the office and I was just slipping my shoes off when the phone ring. I knew it was work because having just moved here they were the only ones who had the number to my condo.

I answered and listened to the voice on the other end tell me that since I was low man on the totem pole and wanted the position so bad, I got to come in a cover the late shift at the office with only one other person there to help me. Some woman named Elizabeth that I had never heard of.

I shook my head as I hung up the phone and drove all the way back to the office. I suppose the lack of traffic should have given me a smile, but I was so tired I could care less about it. I pulled into the deserted parking lot and walked into the office for twelve hours of monotony.

I walked into the Operations Center and sat down at my desk. I saw a purse on the desk opposite me and was glad that at least the help I was promised was actually in the building, if not at her desk.

“Sir?” The voice sounded as tired as mine and twice as exasperated. “Sir, my name is Elizabeth and I guess we are partners for the evening.”

I dropped all the fatigue from my mind and turned around to say hello. After all, a man without manners is not a man at all as my father would say.

I turned with a smile and sat there like an idiot as I saw her. She was a probably about five feet, ten inches tall with raven black hair that cascaded down her back like a wave until it stopped just before her ankles. Her lips were full and pouty and moist from the lipstick she wore. Her eyes were the most beautiful shade of violet I had ever seen.

After a second of being rude, I introduced myself.

“Please, the name is Rick, my father is a Sir, not me.” he had hoped for, and received a smile for the lame joke he had just told. “I have never worked the night shift, what do we have to look forward to?”

Elizabeth smiled again, her tongue darting over her teeth before she spoke. “I have worked night shift here for three years and have answered the phone twice in all that time. I suppose that is why I am confused as to why you are here. It isn’t exactly busy.”

My anger was dissuaded by the melodic tone of her voice, it was so relaxing to listen to.

“I assume it is because I am the new guy, or maybe they just don’t like me.” I smiled again and sat down in my chair, loosening my tie and cracking my knuckles.

She laughed then, a soft and sensuous sound that seemed to both echo and be directed at me at the same time.

“Well now, maybe it is me they don’t like, sticking me with the new guy.” Her voice held laughter in in and I noticed when she spoke she constantly moved her hands over the long red skirt she was wearing, constantly smoothing it over and over again.

I laughed loudly. “Well, maybe it is a bit of both, please sit down and we can talk, seeing as we don’t seem to have much work to do.”

She and I sat for hours and talked about a variety of things. From the latest company gossip to where we liked to eat. Inevitably, as most conversations tend to do, it somehow ended up at sex. We spoke very candidly about what we liked and did not and she finally just stopped talking.

“I am so sorry, I shouldn’t have been talking about that at all, it was inappropriate.” My voice was angry, at myself, I knew better than to do stupid things like that at work.

She shook her head and smiled in a sad way. “No, it is not that. I work nights, I can’t remember the last time I got….The last time I was with a man. The club scene is not exactly pumping at noon.”

Before I could help myself my brain just launched. “Really, an absolutely beautiful woman like you has no one to wrap their arms around when you get home?”

She looked at me and stood up, her arms spread. “I am not one of those thin girls Rick. I love myself, but that doesn’t mean anything to the men I seem to be attracted to.”

I looked at her as she stood. She was gorgeous. She was a creature that I could stare at for hours. She had full breasts that sat high on her chest, he didn’t know bra sizes that well but they were bigger than any woman he had ever been with. She had delicious curves at her hips and a stomach he could kiss for hours, it looked so soft and wonderful. Her legs were thick and he imagined them wrapped around him.

I didn’t talk as I stood. I just stood an walked to her, her arms still at her side. I moved towards her and hugged her. Her arms, timid at first, wrapped around me as mine did her. I felt the fullness of her, the perfection and I just couldn’t help myself. My erection grew rather quickly and she started as she felt the hardness of it against her.

“Sorry, it tends to do that when I am embracing a gorgeous woman.” I could not apologize, how could I apologize for reacting to her?

“It’s alright Rick, it’s very nice.” Her hands moved from around my shoulders and slowly slid down the front of me until they were in front of my crotch, she pressed softly into the pants and felt the length, unyielding under the material.

I swallowed a bit and ran my hands down her back, my fingers light on her skin as I touched her. Her eyes closed and my hands moved slowly down and cupped her buttocks, my fingers pressing into the soft flesh, her soft moan telling me I was doing no wrong.

I moved the two of us forward, finally having her sit on the desk behind her as my hands continued to roam her body, now sliding down the nap of her neck and the tops of her breasts. She whimpered as I touched them and I kissed the top of each of them lightly, my mouth landing like a butterfly on her skin.

I bent my knees and slowly moved down her body, my mouth kissing over the material of her clothes, my hands sliding down her thighs to her knees.

I looked up at her and she nodded slightly, her face a mask of pleasure as I slowly spread her legs apart and ran my fingertips over her inner thigh. She was wearing a black pair of panties, soft and silky and warm to the touch as my fingers found the center of her thighs.

She looked down at me, her breathing faster. “Please, don’t stop.” I nodded and lifted her slightly, my fingers sliding under her buttocks and pulling the panties down her thighs quickly. The musky heaven of her hit my nose and my mouth began to water.

I pulled her panties down farther and spread her legs until I could press my face into her core. At first only smelling the heavenly scent, taking it all in as my eyes looked over her hairless mound and thick pink lips.

I kissed the lips ever so softly and felt her jerk under my ministrations. Her hands went to my hair and ran through them softly. I pressed my mouth fully onto their wonderful center and slid my tongue into her, tasting the dew that was forming and licking softly at the nub of flesh in it’s center.

Her hands were more incessant now, pressing my face into her. I was more than happy to oblige and slid my tongue into her as far as I could make it go. A moan and cry erupted above me and I began to slide my tongue into her quicker, tasting every corner of her sweet love. My fingers ran up her legs and found the opening my tongue was still busily working. I inserted a finger and she cried out, clenching my hair now as I softly fingered her while my tongue flicked the hard nub of her clitoris over and over again.

I felt her start to shake and her moisture grow. I knew it was coming and locked my mouth over her clitoris and pressed my finger to the core of her. Her gs closed around my head, squeezing as a shriek erupted and her tightness grew evermore. My mouth greedily drinking the fluids that now poured from her in a torrent.

After a moment her hands relaxed in my hair and her thighs relaxed their vice-like pressure. I moved my head away and kissed each thigh softly before sitting on my feet and looking up at her, my sweet goddess.

She looked down at me with a smile and a look of mild euphoria. “I will talk to Suzanne tomorrow and tell her we need more help at night.”

I smiled and told her that I would make breakfast if she would start the coffee in the morning.