The Training

The Seduction-3

Whoa. Not too fast. You haven’t even taken her to bed yet.

I untied the ropes, but the cuffs stayed on, and Heather just about swooned in my arms. With small words of encouragement, and a steady arm around her shoulders, I led her upstairs, brought her to the bed and tied her down spread-eagle. She hissed a little as she lay on her back, the welts still plenty sore. Her eyes remained closed while I stripped, but she opened them when I straddled her waist and ran a strap-on dildo from her chin down to my crotch that had already left a smear of a mark on her pale skin.

“I want to hear you scream again,” I said. “But different.” I got up on my knees, positioned the strap-on just right, then tightened the belts. “I like your screams. We’ll put that mouth to good use. Now, and later.” I leaned forward, buried my tongue in her mouth. And she sucked it like a vacuum cleaner. Heather moaned and changed tactics, her own tongue now slid around mine, darted up around my teeth, then back in retreat as her lips wrapped around my tongue again. Oh f**k, what a kisser! When I pulled out, half in self-preservation, she tried to follow, a raised head, yearning lips straining to touch mine again, but I gently pushed her head back down. Slowly, I moved on down to one erect n****e, then the other. My tongue swirled around them, flicked at their rigidity. I allowed my teeth just a nibble and Heather hissed through clenched teeth, but she didn’t say anything. I slid down further, to just below the crotch, and found that already those tiny, red-orange pubic hairs glistened in moisture.

“Have you ever been with a woman before?” I asked.

Heather licked her lips. “No. No, mistress.”

“Good. I hate sloppy seconds.”

I shoved the dildo home.

Heather cried out, and I reached under those hips and gave it to her like a vulgar man. I thrust and pounded at that little p***y, never giving her a second to catch any breath. She cried out again, started to sob, gripped tight on the ropes that held her arms down on the bed, but never once told me to stop. Oh, and I let her have it, hammer, tooth and claw. I wanted to split her in two, shove that dildo all the way into her stomach and out the back. And all the while, little Heather’s body just got more tense, stiffer, the lips set in a tight line, the eyes squeezed shut, those hardened n*****s pointed straight at the ceiling. Then...

“Oh, f**k! f**k me! f**k me! I can’t take...Fuck me, you b***h! You f*****g b***h!”

“Watch your mouth!” I said. “There’s only one b***h here.”

Her eyes flew open. “You b***h. You b***h!”

I slapped her.

For a moment I thought I had gone too far. Her head yielded to the blow, half turned into a scrunched up pile of sheet, but she didn’t bounce back, come up with any reaction. She just lay there. I paused in the rape.

Heather f*****g exploded.

With a gasp, then a shriek she raised up on the bed, like some demonic possession, and only the ropes stopped her from bouncing up to the ceiling. I wrapped my arms around her, half enjoying the sudden brutality, half hanging on for my own life. The orgasm just ripped right through her, wave after wave of ecstatic violence. Heather tossed her head, strained against the cuffs and ropes and I suddenly wondered just what the hell I had gotten myself into. Out of all my first time slaves, none had given me a ride like this, so intense, so vicious, so...beautiful.

At last the orgasm ran off, and Heather lay back, gasping. I pulled out of her, tossed the p***y juice slimed strap-on away, and started to untie her.

“There, see,” I said, with a little smile, “told you you’d like it.”

Heather didn’t move, not even after her arms and legs were free. Then, like a wildcat, she was all over me. Arms, legs, wrapped around me, crushed my body against hers. A tongue raped my mouth, then sought and found my p***y. We fell into an impromptu sixty-nine and stayed that way. I took a break here and there, but Heather, oh, little Heather, never did. I came and came and came and when, at last, I weakly ordered her to stop she did, but reluctantly. Face smeared in my juices she turned around, laid her head on my shoulder. I stroked her neck and she purred. Together we drifted away.