Hey guys, I have wanted to write a Sara Kraft story but wasn’t sure what do until I read a book about some girls get turned of by honey. Add a horny old Lord who is lusting after Sara and it fell together. I hope you like. Blacknite13

SARA KRAFT: LORD’S LOVE SLAVE

By

Blacknite13

“Are you sure?” Sara asked.

“Positive my dear.” Lord Scott said. He moved aside and let the Tomb Huntress get a better look at the parchment. He also wanted another look at that gorgeous ass. It was beautiful. The old man sucked in his breath as Lara turned and smiled. He tried to look into her face but his eyes kept drifting down to her huge tits. He guessed them to be 38DD.

“Lord Scott, could you stop leering over my body. It’s not like we are ever share a bed.” the shapely woman snapped, “I only came here because you told me about this parchment. You knew I have been looking for this temple for years. But don’t think I am sleep will you…”

“My dear Lady Kraft, I realized that we shall never consummate our relationship.”

Sara looked over the old man with the big belly, white hair and hooked nose. She shuttered at the thought of his hands or worst touching her body.

“My dear, I know I repulse you but I can not help but appreciate your amazing aptitudes. But to business, I have the parchment and you have your talents. Together we can find the temple and share the prize. Say fifty fifty?”

“I could take it and just keep the treasure for myself.”

“You are a still British and a lady. Your word is your bond.”

Sara wandered around the den with its huge fireplace. She looked around the room. Scott’s manor was built centuries. Sara thought she should be dressed in a long flowing robe. The shapely heroine went to the fire and studied the flames.

Lord Scott sighed at the sight her ass again and thought her long brown would look better loose. He imagined it, flowing over her rich young body, reaching to that perfect ass.

“Very well.” Sara said, “I will use the parchment to find the temple and we split the treasure but I go alone.”

“Of course, Lady Kraft. You always go alone. I will wait here for you return.”

Lara nodded, snatched up the parchment and left. Lord Scott made sure she was gone and picked up the phone.

“She is on her way. I will be waiting.”

Sara trotted into the clearing and smiled at the sight of the temple. An Inca temple sitting right in the middle of the jungle, untouched. She smiled at the thought of the golden goodies she would find inside. Sara heard a pop and grabbed her ass. She pulled out small dart and stared at it. She tried to run but a net fell over her making her stumble t the ground.

“Bloody hell!” She gasped, “ I been netted like a tiger!”

The shapely girl rolled around on the ground noticing some men running up. She shook her head, trying to fight the drug overpowering her. Her heavy eyes closed as the men picked up the netted beauty.

“MMPH!” Sara grunted when she woke up

Sara was tightly bound with rope wrapped around her wrists, elbows, thighs and ankles. More rope criss-crossed her huge chest. A knotted rag was stuffed into her mouth and pulled tight kept her quiet. The bound beauty looked around saw some men putting a wooden crate together. Sara didn’t like the look of this.

“Ah my lady, you are awake.”

Sara looked up at the sight of Noel Crane, her greatest rival. She tugged at her ropes and swore at him but it only came out a series of grunts.

“Yes, yes, I understand. Quite humiliating for you but sadly this is just the start of your humiliations. As you can see my men are putting together a shipping crate. I am shipping home to merry Old England to your new owner. A lucky man”

Sara glared at him and straighten her shoulders as if defying him to touch her body.

“Not to worry, I will not lay a finger upon that amazing body although I am so tempted. I wanted to fuck that body for years but part of the deal was you don’t get rape, at least by me. Oh while you were napping, we found the treasure room and as now. I am retired. As are you my dear, at least from robbing temples. My advice is to lean back, spread your legs and enjoy it.”

Sara’s face burned with rage as two of his men picked her up and dropped her into the crate. Noel smiled down at the struggling beauty as he dropped a canister in. She grunted and twisted as the lid was put and nailed down. Sara heard a hissing sound and really began to struggle. But the gas filling the box soon over took her and Sara Kraft the Tomb Huntress fainted.

Sara shook her head as she woke in darkness. It took a second for her to remember where she was. Bound and gagged in a box, headed for who knows where. She could hear someone trying to get the top off. Suddenly the top came off and she looked up. Sara stared up at her captor with a mixture of anger, horror and fear.

“Welcome to your new home, my lady. If you haven’t guessed I made a deal with Crane. We split the treasure and I get you. He seemed to like the idea of you being my slave.”

Lord Scott smiled down at the squirming woman and licked his lips. She was wearing her tight top and shorts, which barely covered her. Her tits, ass and everything else were his to do with as he pleased. He reached in and grabbed his prize.

Sara ranted and raved but she could only grunt and moan as he pulled her out and dropped her onto the floor. The bound beauty glared and moaned as the old man grabbed onto her mountainous tits.

“Oh my lady.” He panted, “Today all my sick little fantasies about you will come true.”

“MMMMMPH!” Sara grunted as she tried to escape the hands mauling her tits. She couldn’t believe this old fart thought she, Lady Kraft, would ever end up a sex slave. Especially a sex slave to the likes of him.

“So much to do.” He muttered, “ Where does one start with body like yours.

He pulled down her top and laughed at the sight of the two huge tits spilling out. They were big, fat and round. Her nipples were bright red and the size of quarters. Scott pushed his face into the soft flesh.

“MMMMPH!” Sara sobbed as the old man mouthed her tits like a dog in heat. She shook her and feverishly pulled at her ropes but to no avail.

Poor Sara could only lie there as her tits were sucked and gnawed into aching balls of flesh. She closed her eyes and screamed.

Lord Scott sat back and smiled.

“We are getting a head of ourselves my dear. The fact is you need to bathe. You are quite ripe after your long trip. And call me a romantic, I don’t want our first time to be on this cold hard floor.”

He pulled a small hypo out his pocket and held it up.

“This will make you sleep for a while until I get you cleaned up and into my bed.

Sara squealed, as the hypo was jammed into her thigh. In seconds she drifted of into a dream like state. She felt his untie her and scoop her up.

Blackness

Then she was in a bath, soap and water, hair being washed. Tits being played with. Someone kissing her face and neck.

Blackness.

Sara suddenly awoke to find herself in a huge canopy bed. There were several pillows behind her keeping her in a sitting position. She was wearing a silky pink camisole that showed off her amble bosom and long shapely legs. Sara’s long hair fell in rich curls over her body. The young lady sniffed and realized she had been douse in some cheap perfume. She was also bound and gagged. Her hands were pulled out and back, tied to the headboard. Rope was wrapped around her knees and tied to the headboard, pulling them back and up. Sara couldn’t budge but worst all of Sara’s womanly delights were open to attack. Scott could do as he pleased with her. She was gagged with a silk scarf. So there would be no swearing and threatening. The bound lady pulled and twisted with all her strength but she wasn’t going anywhere.

“MMMTIE MA!” she grunted, “MMMORD! MMCOTT!”

Lord Scott came up to the bed and smiled at his helpless prize. He dropped his roped and climbed onto the bed.

“MMMMPH!” Sara screamed as the fat man came toward her. She couldn’t take her eyes off the long stiff pole pointing in her direction. She pulled and tugged. The Tomb huntress realized she was going to get raped by this old fart and probably more than once. Sara could only glare at him as her cupped her tits and happily played with them. He thumbed her nipples.

“So much to play.” He smiled.

“MMMMPH!” Sara grunted.

“Now my dear, lets make it interesting.”

Sara stared at the old man as he picked up a large earthen jar. He held it up and smiled at her. She could tell the jar was Egyptian and very old. The Tomb Huntress wondered what he was up.

“I pay a small fortune to acquire this.” He smiled, “It belonged to Cleopatra. It is a mixture of sweet honey and several herbs and spices. Legend has she used this to seduce Mark Anthony. It is a powerful aphrodisiac, as you will soon find out. I used on your friend Lady Kate. Her respond was so enthusiastic I came up the plan that has brought you to my bed.”

“MMMMMMPH!” Sara screamed.

The beautiful captive struggled as he opened the jar, dipped his fingers in and brought them covered with thick sticky golden liquid. She squirmed as he slowly rubbed it over her tits.

“It can applied to you skin and worked in.” He smiled, “The effects are almost instantaneous.”

Sara suddenly squealed as her tits suddenly became warm and seem to tingle with sexual energy. She gasped in delight as Scott work the honey into her body. His touch felt so wonderful.

“MMMMMM” she panted.

“Oh, you like that.”

Sara shook her head trying to find he amazing sensations filling her body. She closed her eyes and pushed them down.

“YES, YES!” she though, “I am winning.”

“Very good, my dear. But let’s try this.”

Scott took out some more honey and smiled. He held it front of her face and then lowered his hand.

Sara realized where his hand was going and screamed when she felt the fingers pushed into her pussy. She gasped as he slowly worked his fingers in and out. Suddenly her crotch was on fire, burning with a sexual heat that she never could have imagined.

“MPH, MPH, MPH!” Sara moaned thoroughly enjoying the finger fucking she as getting.

Scott worked his fingers around the tight cunt, watching her squirm and twist in delight. He kept working the fingers around until she arched up.

“MMMMMMMMMMMMMM!” Sara screamed as she climaxed.

“There, there.” He smiled, “I can see you liked that.’

Sara weakly shook her head, trying to put on a defiant face but her body was so horny. Her pussy was burning, sending a wonderful heat through her body. She feebly tugged at her bonds.

“Well my dear, now that you’ve had some fun. It is time for me to have his fun.”

Sara tried to push down the sexual desire building inside of her. She stared at the cock moving toward her hot wet pussy, hating and loving at the same time. The heroine sighed and sobbed in delight as it pushed in. Sara closed eyes and groaned, knowing she had lost. She was going to fuck this old bastard and love it.

Scott held onto her hip and he began to pump his shaft in and out. He grunted with each thrust. This was the best pussy he had ever had. It hugged his cock like a vice, squeezing it in the most wonderful way. He ran his hands up to her tits and mashed them between his fingers.

“UGH! UGH! UGH!” Sara moaned, loving the feel of the cock inside of her.

“Oh you snotty bitch.” He growled, “All those years of you looking down at me. Making your little jokes to your friends about the dirty old man. Well, this old dog is having his day. I am fucking you and you are loving it!”

He pulled off her gag.

“Tell me to fuck you, bitch! Tell me!”

“FUCK ME! FUCK ME YOU BASTARD! GOD, I NEED IT!”

Sara had lost it. The honey had done its worst. The Tomb Huntress was so horny she didn’t care who’s cock was inside her. She thrust against the pole and loved it. Sara pushed his chest into his hands, hoping to increase her pleasure.

“Suck my tits! Suck my tits!” She begged.

Scott buried his face in her huge bosom and began to suck and gnaw them while using his fingers to squeeze and twist them.

“YES! YES!” She cried.

The two lovers bucked against each other, each trying to increase they pleasure.

“OH MY GOD!” Sara screamed as she had the most wonderful climax.

Then she came again and again. Sara licked her lips and savored the orgasm.

Scott found her mouth and clamped his lips over hers. He pushed his tongue into her mouth.

They hungrily kissed while continued to fuck against each other.

“MMMPH.’ Sara moaned.

Scott released her mouth and yelled as he came inside of her. He laughed as she screamed from the climax he had just given her. He pulled out and smiled as he dipped his finger into the jar and thrust it into her mouth.

Sara eagerly sucked and licked the sweet stuff off his fingers. She knew it would only make her hornier but she didn’t care.

Scott pulled his finger out and stood up. He wagged his cock in her face and rubbed it around.

Sara licked and kissed the cock, loving the taste and smell.

“Suck and lick my balls, slut.”

Sara ran his tongue down to the twin sacs and lapped them. She stuck out her tongue and licked them like they were sweet candy.

“Ah, mmmm, ah, mmmmm” Sara sighed as she continued to lick the balls.

Scott stood over the great lady and watched her work on his balls like the whore she was. He patted her head and she glanced up.

“Step in up whore.”

Sara ran her tongue up the pole and licked the head.

Scott reached down and untied one hand. He grinned as the hand flew up and began to rub and caress his balls.

Sara work on the cock with her tongue while playing his balls. After it was good and hard, she wrapped her hand around the base and opened her mouth into a wide oval. The once proud Tomb Huntress fed herself the cock, pushing it in, inch by inch.

“MMMMMM, AHHHH” Sara moaned as she began to work the cock in and out her mouth.

Scott watched the once snotty bitch pumped his shaft in and out her mouth. He loved the sight of her head bobbing up and down on his cock. It was so perfect. The great Lady Sara Kraft, the Tomb Huntress, one of the bluest bloods in England was sucking his cock like a whore. He closed his eyes and sighed; happy in the knowledge this was just the first one.

Sara rubbed the cock while sucking it with loud slurps, lost in the sexual passion that was ruling her body. The great lady closed her eyes, enjoying every second of what was happening to her. She tasted cum and happily drank it and sucked again. This time she was rewarded with a mouthful.

Scott sighed as he filled her mouth and watched her gulp it down. He pulled out and smiled down at her.

Sara looked up at his with lust filled eyes as she pulled off the ropes around her hand and legs. She stood up and panted. Sara pushed him down on the bed and straggled his body. She ran her hands over his chest and looked back at the still hard cock.

“Excellent.” Sara panted, “I am just getting started with you.”

The sex-crazed woman began to kiss and lick his chest as she lifted herself up. She slowly lowered herself down onto his shaft.

“That’s the ticket. Oh yeah, we going now. After this I want it up the ass.”

“What ever you want my dear. You will be happy to know I can keep it up for hours.”

“I hope you are not just bragging.”

Lord Scott didn’t get to answer because of her tongue pushed into his mouth.

“Oh my head.” Sara moaned as she woke up. She shook her head. Had it all been a bad dream. As her head cleared she realized she was naked and worst in a large steel cage. Sara sat up and pulled at the bars. She was in a bedroom and the sight of the messy bed, made her realized it hadn’t been a dream. Lady Kraft had spent the night fucking and sucking that bastard in every way imaginable.

“Bastard.” Sara muttered.

The Tomb huntress looked over the cage and noted there were not only a lock but also a keypad and card slide. So she would need a key card, a code and key to open the cage. He wasn’t taking any chances. She wrapped her arms around herself and shivered. It was then she realized she was wearing a collar. Sara rolled her eyes; She had let him put the collar on her last night. It was gold and the words Scott’s slave etched onto it.

“I am so going to kill him.”

“Perhaps. But not today.”

Sara looked up at her captor with hateful eyes. He was wearing a tuxedo and holding a sweater.

“So what’s the plan? Keep me in this cage and take me out to play with me when you want?”

“Yes, and with my honey, you will happily do what I want. The best part is you will remember what you did.”

“I would think you would want me broken.”

“Oh no, I want you to remember in detail every disgusting thing you do for me in bed and know you will do it again.”

“Why?”

“Why? My dear you snub me for years. Humiliate me in public and behind my back. This is revenge. Pure and simple and the fact I wanted to fuck you for years. Now I get to fuck you all the time.”

“You will run out of the honey.’

“My dear I have plenty of honey to last for years. Now I must be off. Your cousin’s wedding. I will give her you love.”

“I will be missed. The police…”

“Everyone will including the police will think you got killed on one of your little adventures. Now my dear little slave, you are mine to do with as I please.”

He tossed the sweater into the cage and winked.

“Can’t have you catch cold. Now my man will be in later to feed and clean you up. Oh don’t even think of trying bribing him. He is quite loyal to me. Well, ta until later.”

Sara pulled on the sweater and slumped back.

“This was just great, sex slave to lord Scott. Just great.”

There had to be way out this.

Scott’s man came in later and fed her.

The food was drugged.

Sara woke up to find herself in an incredibly tight black leather dress that didn’t cover her ass, fishnet stocking and stiletto boots. Her long hair had been washed and now flowed over her young body in dark curls. Red lipstick, heavy make up, and heavy perfume completed her whore costume. A ball gag, leather shackles and a leash snapped onto her collar were the bondage for the evening. The bound beauty was now kneeling in front of Lord Scott, who was sitting in a chair by the fire. Sara could only glare at him.

“Do you like you new look. I call it Sara Kraft whore raider.” Scott smiled as he dipped his fingers into the jar of honey.

“MMMPH!” Sara whimpered as the honey was slowly rubbed around her lips.

Less than a minute later, Sara had her face buried in his crotch, happing sucking his cock.