Her Master Demands

By Dan Bruce

It’s the day after ‘Her Master Returns’ and it proves to be one full of surprises for Emily Johnson – some of them good, and others very, very, bad! After the exploits of the previous evening, when she was spit-roasted and fisted in the basement by ‘Her Nemesis Master and his Italian friend, Emily might have expected a peaceful time at the office – but there’s no chance of that. Not when her master is coming to the top floor where Emily works – and that brute of a man is coming with demands!
From start to finish, it proves to be a roller-coaster ride for Emily, as Her Nemesis plays out a masterful game. Piece by piece the bigger picture is revealed, reaching a conclusion once again in the basement where Emily is confronted with her greatest challenge. Will she be able to obey? Can she possibly sink so low? Does Emily have a choice when... HER MASTER DEMANDS.
Note – this is the third instalment in the ‘Nemesis Master’ series. As with the other two it is a standalone story, but does act as a companion.
Warning: This book contains explicit content and is suitable for readers 18 and above.

Please note: this ebook is a modified version of Jack Brighton’s ‘His Nemesis Demands' – with the author’s kind permission.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Firm Hand Books
• Release date: Jun 2, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301507375

Dan Bruce

Dan Bruce is a British author who specialises in M/F BDSM erotica

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Her Master Demands

(Dark BDSM Erotica)

By Dan Bruce

Copyright Dan Bruce, 2013

Published by Firm Hand Books

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Please note: this is a work of fiction. Names, characters and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

This ebook is for sale to adult audiences only. It contains sexually explicit scenes and graphic language which may be considered offensive by some readers. Please store the material where it cannot be accessed by minors.

All sexually active characters in this work are 18 years of age or older.

Please also note: this ebook is a modified version of Jack Brighton’s ‘His Nemesis Demands’ – with the author’s kind permission.

Table of Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

The Dan Bruce Collection

Tales from The Dark Side Extract – Welcome to The Dark Side

Abuse of Power Series Extract –Enslaved by the Karinovs

Other Books Extract –Her Licence to Bondage

About the Author

Chapter 1

Under a harsh fluorescent light that did her looks no favours, Emily Johnson lay naked on a piss drenched floor, an exhausted heap of fucked and fisted flesh. Her body was covered in the sweat of fornication - it glistened on her pale creamy skin. More fluid oozed from her gaping asshole – a cocktail of semen from the men who had buggered her and fired their mess into her welcoming body. Needless to say, it had been an eventful evening for the delightful Mrs. Johnson, P.A. to the boss of one of Britain’s largest companies, a piece of posh totty in most peoples’ eyes, and a right dirty slut for hard cock.

Dazed and fuck-crazed, screwed to a pulp yet still yearning for more, Emily was jolted to attention when she heard a door close. The young woman shuddered, the sound of departure firm and decisive, chilling her to the bone. A bead of sweat dripped from her chin as a ghostly echo lingered in the bleak grimy washroom that had proved eminently functional for what had recently occurred. The noise persisted, defying the physics of sound. It rang in Emily’s ears like a death knell: black; Catholic; certain and profound. That exit had been more painful than any actual hurt she’d endured. Once again Her Master had left her without a care for her state or a parting word. But words aplenty were present in Emily’s head: more ghostly echoes goading her psyche; memories of the rough and violent sex she’d embraced; verbal abuse that was still fresh in her troubled mind...

Dirty, dirty, bitch! Her Master had snarled as he had brutally fucked her.

Cock loving slut! Her Nemesis had accused, spitting out the words as he had ferociously banged into Emily’s already well ploughed ass.

"Cum guzzling whore! Piss drinking pig!" were some of the other choice phrases the man had used as he vocally assaulted Emily whilst he had slammed repeatedly at her aching butt, shunting her along the bench on which they rutted – savage and raw like a couple of animals, violent and all-consuming.

And it was all true. There could be no denying any of the vulgar accusations. During her time in the basement, Emily had gorged on depravity, debasing herself to a level she would never have thought possible. She had been collared like a dog and crawled on all fours, dragged by Her Master along the floor on a leash! She had licked Her Master’s boots like a faithful mutt, cleaning the leather with an adoring tongue! She had guzzled down cum having swilled it in her mouth! She had been splashed by ejaculate deep down her throat! She had drunk men’s piss and wallowed in the bliss! She had been sprayed from head to toe in hot stinking urine, rejoicing in the humiliation and her total subjugation. She had been bombarded by a blitzkrieg of verbal abuse – words of defamation that still resonated in her head...

"You’re my dirty slave bitch, aren’t you Blondie, Her Nemesis Master had growled as he rode her. And this spunk drenched ass belongs to me. It’s mine to fuck and give to other men."

That last one had stung like a wasp with a grudge. Emily Johnson had become a whore to be pimped - that was the claim Her Nemesis had made. And Emily had agreed; she accepted it as true. How could she not, for the deed had already been acquiesced to by the time the awful truth was spat in her face. Unlike the first time when Her Master had taken her to the basement washroom to be used and humiliated for his malevolent pleasure, on this second occasion he had brought along another man – to observe... and then take part!

This guest of Her Master had been a scary looking Italian – a wealthy banker who looked more like a Mafia gangster. Hades, Emily had termed him, in her typical Classics scholar fashion - the harbinger of death seeming an appropriate title for this intimidating client. Hades from Milan was a very well built man, quiet and severe in a black suit, black tie and matching shades. Lethal in appearance, he naturally possessed a fearful weapon: an awesome fleshy spear sprouting from his groin; a massive cock to match the man’s prodigious size; an enormous engorged phallus that Emily was ordered to service.

At first Emily had been appalled – the shame of being prostituted too much to bear. But she forced the issue because of Her Master – it was something that apparently he ‘needed’ her to do. And not surprisingly, the whore in her soon prevailed in the presence of such virile finery and Emily overcame her prudish sentiments. Knowing her place, obeying Her Master, fearful but thrilled by the bulk of Italian meat that throbbed so invitingly before her, Emily had first gobbled the man in a jaw aching stretch then willingly offered up her cunt and her ass and embraced the deep and brutal pounding she had taken in both those succulent holes – so painful at first, but the ensuing pleasure equally great as she was stuffed, fucked and buggered like never before.

The Italian had screwed them both to an earth-shattering climax – the sex unprotected, the risk not objected. Ending with some anal, Emily’s guts were filled with a generous load of rich Latino spunk – a volume so great it overflowed to form a creamy pool of semen on the concrete floor beneath her. The next thing Emily had known, the man was leaving – his lusty Italian passion not fully sated, but sadly the man had a plane to catch, and a family back home that needed a little of his time. He departed with a promise to return quite soon, and enjoy some more of this very obliging whore, earning the privilege with the promise of more favours.

Having bid his ‘friend’ good-bye, the Nemesis Master had taken his turn, riding Emily’s cum drenched ass before raising the stakes with a brutal fisting! He had done it with Emily kneeling on the floor. It started slowly, Emily’s Master showing some rare consideration as he allowed his obedient toy to acclimatise to the mass of flesh inside her. But it didn’t take long before Emily was begging for more and the man was literally punching his balled up fist into Emily’s guts, making her come again in the process.

Thrown onto her back in the position she