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Introduction:

Kitana returns to check on my progress.
I was beginning to think I wasn’t dreaming after all.

Two weeks had gone by since my sudden arrival in this strange place, and I was still here. Every time I went to bed for the night, I expected to wake up back in the real world, but every morning I was still lying in my bedroll in my tent.

I hadn’t been idle during those two weeks. Every day was filled with physical labor, leaving me physically exhausted and too tired to consider following up on my encounter with the mayor’s daughter.

Breaking stone for foundations, cutting down trees, clearing brush, sawing wood into lumber, all the various tasks that went into constructing a building were new to me. The townsfolk from Bening were immensely helpful. Whenever I had a question about something, or needed advice, I could find someone who knew the answers.

And, after just a short two weeks, my house was starting to look like a house. It had four walls, a doorway and two windows. The doorway didn’t have square corners and the windows were different sizes, but for my first efforts, I was pretty proud of the outcome so far.

In my trips to town, I met most of the people that lived there, and I found I was able to trade the various resources I had discovered on my wood lot for goods and basic services. I wasn’t wealthy by any stretch of the imagination, but I had enough coin stashed away that I could eat a professionally cooked meal when I wanted one and keep my tools sharp and in repair.

Rafter-raising day came and went, and before I knew it, I was on a ladder hammering home the final row of shingles on the roof. I climbed down the ladder and stepped back to admire my work. The rows of shingles were straight, but they were close enough together to keep the rain off. Good enough.

“Well done, Mr. Jack.”

I had an audience. I turned around and saw a stately woman standing at the end of my path, leaning on a cane. She had a haughty look, her perfectly coiffed hair piled high on her head. She was dressed in brocade and fine leather, and I recognized her from the de***********ions I had overheard.

“Ethel, how can I help you?” I asked politely. Ethel was the magistrate, the mayor’s wife, and the mother to the delightfully fuckable Kitana. I had a brief flash of nervousness. Had Kitana told her mother what I had done to her? Was Ethel here for retribution or revenge? I didn’t see angry villagers with pitchforks behind her, so I assumed her visit was benign.

“This is a tradition,” she said, and picked at a fleck of dust on her fur wrap. “I must come by and see how your progress is advancing. You have a roof on, very good, but a roof doesn’t make a home, Mr. Jack.”

“One step at a time, right?” I quipped, quoting some of the villagers who had given me encouragement not to give up.

“Quite right. And your next step is to get some furniture in your house. See the local shop. I believe Tina has a line of low-end furniture to get people like you started. Once you have enough to properly live in, I’ll send a representative around to inspect. I believe you have met my daughter, Kitana?”

I cleared my throat. “Uh, yeah, she was kind enough to show me to my plot when I first arrived.”

Ethel sniffed. “Demeaning work, climbing up into these hills. Well, someone has to do it, and she’s young enough to not mind getting sweaty. I’ve shown the flag, as it were. I don’t imagine I’ll be making the climb again. Welcome home, Mr. Jack.”

The magistrate turned around and walked off, using her cane more as a prop than a support. I couldn’t help but compare mother to daughter. Both had the same sway to their hips. Thirty years ago, Ethel had probably been a total fox. Now, she was a bit too shriveled for my taste.

The prospect of having Kitana alone at my property once more inspired me to get moving. If furniture is what I needed, then I’d get on that right away.

I’d seen the furniture shop in my many trips to town, but hadn’t ever ventured inside. The interior smelled like wood shavings and varnish, and it was laid out in nooks, displaying complementary items together.

My hopes that I would be able to afford a full set of furniture right away vanished the moment I walked into the door. If I spent all the money I had, I might be able to purchase a single chair. Definitely not enough to entice Kitana to visit.

I wandered around the store until I heard a cheerful humming coming from around a kitchen display. I found the hummer on the other side, a petite blonde girl, slim and pretty, with her hair pinned to the side with a jeweled flower. The pale purple skin of her face was dusted with freckles and her nose was a cute little button. She had a leather apron wrapped around her waist, and she was powdered with fresh sawdust. If I had to peg her age, I would have placed her in her early twenties.

“Are you Tina?” I asked. “Hi, I’m Jack.”

Tina gave me a brilliant, welcoming smile, and her bright blue eyes twinkled. “Hi Jack! I heard you might be coming to my store. How are you enjoying Bening?”

“Idyllic in every way,” I said truthfully. Including this cute little woodworker. She had an air of cheerful innocence that gave me an instant desire to corrupt her. She didn’t have as many curves as Kitana, but I had a thing for tiny girls.

“Isn’t it?” she gave a happy sigh. “So, you’re here to pick out furniture?”

I nodded reluctantly. “I am, but I have to admit, this is all out of my price range.”

“Oh, my. Of course. You just arrived, didn’t you? And you’ve been busy with your house. No time for collecting bugs to generate some coin.”

“Bugs?” I quirked an eyebrow at her.

“Oh, yes. Bugs can be very lucrative. Auni can tell you all about it. You’ve probably seen him. Little kid, carries a pack twice as big as he is.”

I nodded. I had seen that kid around. He even delivered the mail. “I just finished my house, so I guess I can look into that.”

“Perfect! In the meantime, I’ve got a set of furniture blueprints around here somewhere. You’ll have to put them together yourself, but it’s far more affordable than the goods in my shop!”

I followed Tina to the back of the shop and eyed her ass as she bent over to fumble around in a drawer. Her loose skirt did a good job hiding her assets, but I could tell she had a cute little butt.

“I appreciate your help on this,” I said.

“Ah, here they are!” Tina came up with a stack of hand-pressed paper drawings. “Let’s see, you need a bed. A table, some chairs, a counter top, a shelf or two, and a decoration.” As she listed them out, she handed me simple sketches for each item. The sketches were simple, but the instructions were clearly labeled and measurements marked in a legible hand.

“Thanks, Tina. I can work with these.”

“I’m glad! If you have any questions or need some help, please come back! Oh, and if you do want to buy furniture, I’m open until sundown every day.”

Having instructions for furniture was the easy part. Actually building it all, and sturdy enough to function, was another thing. It took me the rest of the week, and my failed attempts stacked up in my firewood pile.

I was hammering the final dowel into place on my second chair when I saw motion out of the corner of my eye. It was Kitana, coming to check on my progress. It was a little creepy how these villagers knew exactly when I finished a project, like they were watching me from a distance or something.

I leaned on the chair back and admired the way Kitana’s hips shifted. She wore a little tartan skirt this time, and the smooth skin of her legs was bare to the late summer sun. Her blouse was untucked and knotted under her breasts, leaving her stomach uncovered.

Kitana slowed to a stop about ten feet from me, and folded her arms under her breasts. I suddenly realized she was nervous and fidgeting, and there was a flush on her cheeks that had nothing to do with the heat of the day.

“Hello, Kitana,” I greeted her.

“Mr. Jack. My mother asked that I come check on your progress of making your house into a home.”

I picked up the chair I had just finished and tilted my head toward my little house. “Come on inside, then.”

Kitana led the way, and my eyes were fixed on the sway of her skirt. It was just long enough to keep her modest, but as she stepped up over the threshold, I caught a glimpse of one smooth butt cheek. She wasn’t wearing any underwear.

I followed in behind her and set my second chair down at the table. It was all rough lumber, inexpertly dimensioned with my adze, with uneven surfaces and plenty of splinters waiting for the incautious. Still, it was my furniture, and I was proud of how it looked.

Kitana did a quick turn, giving my house a perfunctory once-over. I could see the pulse in her neck, and her hands were pressed to her stomach. “It looks good, Mr. Jack. I’ll give an acceptable report to my mother.” She turned to leave, and came up short when I didn’t move from the doorway. Her face paled.

“Going so soon, Kitana? I was hoping I could pay you back for your generosity. I have some coin now.”

Her eyes flicked down to my groin and she swallowed. “Seeing you settling in is payment enough, thanks.”

I took a step toward her, and she backed up unconsciously. I steered her backwards until she bumped to a stop against the table. She looked up at me, lust and fear warring in her liquid brown eyes. I brushed a finger against her cheek and she drew in a shaky breath.

“I feel like I owe you still,” I said firmly, “considering how I left you last time. It’s only fair that I give you something in return.”

She tried to back away, but I had built my table solidly, and she couldn’t budge it. I slid my hand around to the back of her head and lightly grabbed her hair. Kitana moaned and the fight puddled out of her. I felt her hands fumbling at the ties to my pants, and I let her loosen them and push her hands inside.

“Your mother doesn’t know what I did to you, does she?” I asked.

Kitana stroked me as I hardened, and she shook her head. “I don’t tell her anything. She wants to control my life down to the way I brush my hair. Fuck her.”

Interesting. Things were beginning to make sense. The rebel child of strict parents acting out was a tale as old as time. I kicked out of my boots and got my pants the rest of the way off. Kitana had gotten me hard, and she started to lower down to her knees.

Fucking the little slut’s throat again would be fun, but I had other plans for her. I stopped the motion with my fist in her hair. She whimpered and looked up at me in confusion.

“Not yet. Bend over the table.” I turned her around and pushed her down flat. Her skirt rode up, baring the smooth globes of her ass. She reached back and tried to tug her skirt down to cover herself, and I slapped her hands away. “Ah, ah. Hands off. Grab the edge of the table. Don’t make me tie you down.”

Kitana moaned and hastened to comply. I flipped her skirt up out of the way and ran my fingers down through the crack of her ass. She was sloppy wet, her plump pussy lips practically dripping.

“You little slut,” I breathed. “You couldn’t wait for this, could you?”

“Please, Mr. Jack. Let me go. I’ll tell my mother your house is better than acceptable!”

I brushed my fingers over her quim and she moaned breathily. I applied a little pressure, and my index finger slipped inside of her. Kitana gasped and tried to straighten up. I shoved her back flat and worked my finger deeper inside of her, searching for her G spot.

Kitana’s pants turned into whines, and she rose up onto her toes as my finger brushed against the rough patch of skin inside her slick tunnel. I grinned and stroked her slowly, causing trembles to run through her legs.

“That’s bullshit,” I said firmly. “You don’t want me to let you go. Here. I’ll prove it to you.” I pulled my hand out of her slot. Her hips pushed back towards me, searching for my finger.

“Noooo,” she moaned. “Please!”

“Please what?”

She turned her head around to look back at me, her big eyes pleading silently. I slapped my hand across her ass and she yelped.

“Please what?”

“Please,” she groaned. “Put it back in!”

“That’s what I thought.” I slipped my finger back into her, and this time added my middle finger too. She felt tight against my fingers, and she squirmed. I leaned my free hand onto the small of her back, pinning her in place as I found her G spot again.

“Yes!” she whined, and her grip on the edge of the table tightened as I stroked into her.

Her legs shifted about as she tried to escape the sensations I was pulling from her, and I kicked her feet wide. “Stop trying to escape, girl,” I growled. She held still for a few seconds, but once I started fingering her again, she couldn’t help but squirm. “I warned you,” I said, and pulled my hand from her.

Kitana lifted her head and turned to look at me. “No, don’t stop!”

“You have to learn what it means to disobey,” I grunted. I’d had over a month to fantasize about what I was going to do to Kitana, and I had prepared. I had ten-foot lengths of rope already cut and neatly coiled, and it only took a few seconds to lash her ankles to the table legs.

“It’s tight,” she complained.

I slapped her ass. “Then next time when I give you an instruction, you better obey.”

She flinched at the blow, then moaned. I grinned behind her, where she couldn’t see my face. The little slut liked a bit of pain. I had fingered her enough, time for something new. Now that she had her legs spread wide, her cunt was open and begging for me to abuse it.

I got down on my knees behind her. “Don’t let go of the table,” I warned her, then dragged my tongue from her clit to the little pucker of her asshole.

Kitana yelped and shuddered, but couldn’t escape my tongue, not without breaking my instruction. She tasted fantastic. Different from my vague memories of what human pussy tasted like. Sweeter, somehow, with a delightful subtle spice. I sank my tongue into her cunt and lapped at her eagerly.

With my face pushed tight against the swell of her ass cheeks, I could feel every tremble in the long muscles of her legs. I chased the actions that made her shake and moan, and ended up with my lips wrapped tight around her clit and the tip of my tongue flicking back and forth over the hard nub.

Kitana’s moans ratcheted up into a scream as she came on my face. I kept up the suction and lashed my tongue harder against her clit. Her legs shook and she strained against the turns of rope holding her ankles in place.

Then came the moment I had been waiting for. She let go of the table edge and reached back to push my head away from her. I grabbed her wrist and straightened up over her. Kitana was limp against the table, panting and moaning softly in the aftermath of her orgasm.

At least, she was limp until I gave her ass a resounding smack. She yelled and jerked her head up to look at me in shock.

“You let go of the table,” I told her severely. I dragged her wrist up and put it back into position. “Now you must be punished.”

“No, please, I’m sorry, Mr. Jack,” she whined. “I won’t let go again!”

“Ten spanks,” I said firmly. “Count them out. If you let go of the table again, we start over from one.”

“Noooo—Ow!”

I slapped her ass hard, leaving a stinging handprint behind. “Count!”

“Please, I won’t—”

I slapped her again. “Count!”

“One!”

“Good girl. Keep counting.”

I rained slaps down on the globes of her ass, varying the location each time. Kitana got up to five before she let go and reached back to try and ward off the next slap.

“No! Please, please stop! I’ll suck your dick again, I’ll do whatever you want! But please stop!”

“Hmm. Very well. Since you can’t seem to obey me, I’ll give you two options. Option one: I tie you down so you can’t disobey me, then I fuck your ass.” Kitana gasped in disbelief, but I carried on, raising my voice before she could object. “Option two: you reach back and spread yourself for me, and I fuck your cunt.”

“What? No! Can’t I just suck your dick again?”

“Two options, Kitana. Choose, or I’ll choose for you.”

Tears welled in her eyes, but she obediently reached back and took hold of her rosy ass cheeks and spread them for me.

“Good girl. Now tell me what you want me to do.”

“Please,” she moaned. “You’re so big. You’re going to wreck me!”

I slapped her again. Since she had both hands spreading her ass cheeks open, my blow landed right in the middle, directly over her cunt. She screamed and shook, but didn’t let go of her ass. I was impressed. The girl had self-control when she bothered to use it.

“Beg me for it,” I growled.

“I… I want you.”

“Not good enough.”

“No! Okay. Okay! Please, fuck me!”

It lacked sincerity, but it was a step in the right direction. I moved up behind her and took hold of my dick. I’d been hard for what seemed like hours, and I wanted nothing more than to slam my shaft into Kitana to the root and fuck her senseless.

I restrained the urge for the moment. Waiting a few more minutes never hurt anybody. I ran the head of my dick up between her gaping lips. She was hot, and absolutely dripping with juices. Kitana trembled in anticipation, and moaned when the head of my dick pressed against the opening of her cunt. Then I pulled up a bit, and rested the tip against the rosebud of her asshole.

Kitana flinched like I had slapped her again and twisted her head back to look at me, her eyes wide and fearful. “You promised!” she blurted out.

“I said to beg me for it,” I shook my head. “You said the words, but I don’t think you meant it.”

“I do! I need you! I want you to fuck me! Shove your dick inside me and wreck my pussy!”

That was more like it, but I felt a perverse urge to torment her a little more. I swiped my dick through her slot again, gathering more of her juices, and pressed against her asshole once more. Her fingers dug into her ass cheeks until her knuckles were white, and she tightened every muscle in her body in anticipation.

But, she didn’t move her hands. Maybe she secretly wanted me to drive my dick into her asshole and stretch her out. She was into the pain, but while she was no virgin, she wasn’t ready for that yet. Still, I leaned forward, increasing the pressure against her rosebud.

Her flesh dimpled in, and I could feel the head of my dick beginning to stretch past the sphincter. Another couple pounds of force, and I would break through. Ready or not, Kitana was about to get her ass reamed open.

I was so intent on my dick that I had tuned Kitana out. She was babbling, begging me to spare her asshole and take her pussy instead. Pleading, urging, whimpering in need for her cunt to be speared. Her voice dripped with desire. She was begging without reservation, desperate to get fucked.

Just the way I had wanted her. I backed off the pressure against her asshole, and dropped the head of my dick an inch down to the opening of her cunt. I flexed my hips forward, and the fat head of my cock sank two inches into her.

Kitana shrieked and came. She shook as an orgasm wracked through her, but her hands never left their white-knuckled grip on her ass cheeks. Without waiting for her to recover, I slowly drove my dick into her. Inch after inch sank into her hot cunt. Her muscles writhed around me, flexing and straining as my fat dick stretched her open.

I felt the head of my dick pressed against the firm ring of her cervix. I still had about three inches of dick left to fit in her, but I could be patient. I wanted her to come back for more, and making this experience pleasurable for her was the only way that was going to happen. I didn’t want to wait another month before I could fuck this hot little slut again.

Kitana’s moans were music to my ears and I pulled out slowly, then drove back in again. I felt her fingers move on her ass, but she was just adjusting her grip and pulling herself even further open for me. I fucked her with steady strokes, and Kitana never really came down from her orgasm. She plateaued and stayed there, practically vibrating with the shocks of pleasure that ran through her.

I leaned forward and fumbled at the knot holding her blouse closed. Kitana lifted up to give me access, and in a few seconds her tits were swinging free. Her moans raised in pitch as I found her nipple and pinched it, and she suddenly shook through another orgasm.

I realized my dick was all the way in her now. Somehow, during the last few minutes, she had accommodated my length so I was pressed to the hilt in her. I held still while she slowly came down from her orgasm. She was slumped against the table, weak and panting after breath. Aftershocks still rippled through her, and her white-knuckled grip on her ass had relaxed.

Finally, she turned her head to the side and looked up at me with a dazed smile. “Thank you, Mr. Jack.”

I kissed her forehead. “You’re not done yet. I haven’t come.”

Fear swirled through her relaxation. “Are you going to keep fucking me?” she asked.

“Another time. Now I want your mouth.”

“Okay. Can I move my hands?”

“No. Keep those cheeks spread.”

I pulled out of her with a wet sucking noise and Kitana moaned. I walked around the table and presented my dick to her. Watching the girl cum on my dick had brought me to the brink of my own orgasm. It wasn’t going to take long for me to finish now.

Kitana eagerly opened her mouth and accepted my shaft. The angle was better with her lying on her stomach, and I easily pushed to the back of her throat. Kitana had remembered her lesson from the previous time, and swallowed, allowing me to slide past her tonsils and into her throat.

She gagged but didn’t try to pull away, and I forced myself deeper until her nose was pushed against my pubes. The gagging stopped, and I started fucking her throat. I had a perfect view of her red and swollen pussy and the crinkled star of her asshole.

I wet my thumb in my mouth, and reached over to push it against her asshole. Kitana cried out, muffled around my cock, as I drove the first knuckle into her ass. Her hands on her ass tightened, but she knew better than to let go. I could feel my balls churning, and decided Kitana would just have to hold her breath until I finished.

I pushed my thumb all the way into her ass. The way she shook and squirmed was amazing, and my orgasm rushed up through my dick. I pulled out until just the head was in her mouth, then groaned as my cum shot out onto her tongue.

Kitana bobbed her head, sucking hard as I emptied into her mouth. I pulled my thumb from her ass, and as I drew my softening dick from her mouth, I replaced it with my thumb. There was a moment where she realized what she was sucking on, then she doubled down and her tongue slipped eagerly over my thumb as she cleaned it.

Her large brown eyes looked up at me with something close to adoration as I pulled my finger from her lips. “Can I move my hands now?” she asked breathily.

“Sure. Let me get your ankles.”

I made my way around behind her and knelt down to untie the ropes keeping her feet immobile. Kitana straightened up and brushed the back of her skirt down over her bright red buttocks.

“Mr. Jack,” she asked quietly, “were you really going to fuck my ass?”

I finished untying the rope around her other ankle, and straightened up. I grabbed her hair and turned her around to face me. With her shirt open, her tits swayed alluringly. I bent down and kissed her while reached in and groping her tit. After a moment she returned the kiss with enthusiasm and pressed herself against me.

“I don’t know,” I told her truthfully, after we broke the kiss. “You didn’t let go of your ass, did you?”

“No, sir,” she swallowed.

“Would you want me to fuck you in the ass?”

She shook her head, then paused and shrugged. “I don’t know. I thought your dick would be too big to fit in my pussy, and I was wrong about that.”

I chuckled and let her go. “If you want my dick in your ass, you’ll have to practice with something smaller first.”

“Okay,” she whispered. “Like a carrot?”

“One step at a time, right? You’ll have to find something bigger eventually. Maybe ask Tina to carve something for you.”

She gave a nervous smile. “Oh my, no. Tina’s head would explode if I told her.”

I grinned at the image of the petite blonde woodworker measuring my dick to make a practice dildo. Maybe I could work toward that eventually.

“You should get cleaned up,” I said. “I bet your mom is wondering why it is taking you so long to check my furniture.”

Kitana snorted. “Yeah, right. She’s oblivious.”

“Good. Then I’ll expect you at my door in a few days.”

Her eyes widened. “What? Again? So soon?”

“That’s an order, Kitana. Before three days go by. You know what will happen if you disobey me.”

She swallowed and jerked her head in a nod. “Yes, Mr. Jack.”

Kitana tied her blouse closed again, and ran her fingers through her hair. In a few seconds, she looked almost back to her normal self again.

“Don’t forget to give me a glowing review,” I grinned.

She blushed and returned the grin. “Yes, Master Jack.” She turned around and bounced out the door before I had a chance to register what she had said. There was only a single vowel difference between Mister Jack and Master Jack, but it had all the significance in the world.

I found myself smiling. Master Jack had a nice ring to it. I couldn’t wait for my little slut’s return. Three days seemed like an impossibly long time, but I had plenty to do to keep me busy.
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