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      • The feel of his cock amazed her, the skin it self was soft yet it felt hard like the bars of her cage. Lira wanted to feel more of this thing he had. She used him holding onto her to lean forward more taking most of him into her mouth in one swift movement. When he called her a good girl she smiled up at him her lips still wrapped around most of his cock. She beamed, knowing being called a good girl was a favorable thing and she wanted him to call her it often. Though she soon went back to her investigation of him. The feeling of having him in her mouth was different but not strange enough for her to stop. If this was wrong all he wouldn’t have called her a good girl.

        Her tongue slowly started to rub the underside of his cock as she sucked on it. Her intent was to feel it better, trying to use what she had to understand why that man in the photo covered his yet he showed his thing off. Lira efficiently breathed though her nose so she didn’t have to stop, as she slowly started to take more and more of him into her mouth, until he was hitting the back of her throat. She moved her head on him trying to feel every inch of him, thinking that he could have something odd about his skin just near the base to cause this thing to get hard or even be there. She didn’t have one why did he?

        Slowly she stared to make soft muffled sounds that could be moans. Lira found this enjoyable, having whatever he had in her mouth and sucking on it felt good. Though she didn’t understand why at all. Though she wanted to know why, she also wanted to see if he did anything to stop her from pushing all of him into her mouth, she pushed his cock into her throat a few times. It slid in easy, the people who made her never gave the girl a gag reflex. They knew that a lot of the clients they had wanted this and it was a standard unlisted feature.
 
"A-ah," sighed Allan, bending slightly at the knees. Lira was wasting no time in doing whatever it was she was trying to do. He had no idea what prompted her to eagerly take his cock into her mouth. It didn't seem natural, but then again she still seemed perfectly inclined towards doing it. Her mouth was soft and warm, her tongue gentle but enthusiastic, and her expression was priceless. He could feel her taking incrementally more, until he felt the tip touch the back of her throat. Why was she doing all this? He'd expected her to be cautious or unsure but, here she was tearing through his endurance. It was too much.

"H-h-holy f–" he stopped short, and quickly pulled out, his knees shuddering momentarily. An enormous bubble of precum slipped out and dripped onto her chin. His face was flushed, the corners of his lips upturned, his hands trembling slightly. His manhood twitched a bit, a bit more precum drizzling down past her chin and onto her breasts. He needed a chair, but at the same time he wanted desperately to do a hundred million different things to her– with her– for her. Slowly he crouched down in front of her, his eyes closed and his breath heavy and tremulous. He leaned forward and kissed her, eyes still closed, then finally spoke,

"G-good girl. V-v-very, very good girl." He put his forehead down on her shoulder momentarily. Absurdly close to orgasm, and suspended there for quite a while, he was a bit worn. He kissed her neck, licked it; gently bit it. Finally he stood up and made his way, feebly, to his desk chair, he pulled it over in front of her, and sat down, then put his hands under her arms and lifted her up onto her knees, one hand drifting to her chin. He paused, tilted her head up, leaned down to kiss her, his tongue protruding into her mouth. As he kissed her, his tongue toying with, teasing hers, he reached further down her back and undid her hand restraints. Sitting upright again, Allan with one hand slid himself forward on the seat, cock jutting angularly from his crotch.
 
      • When he made her stop Lira frowned, he was enjoying it why did he stop her? When the precum bubbled and dropped on her face the only thought she had was that she had broke something in him, which was very bad. She tried to figure what part she could have broken. Her eyes scanned his body nothing seemed broken though she could have done it with all the sucking she had done. Slowly she started to frown, not knowing what happened if you broke someone. Her mind raced though what could happen to him.

        Though her thoughts were cut short when he kissed her she realized this was all normal, she attempted to kiss him back his mouth was warm and she wanted more of it. His warmth was nice it made her feel like she had something moving in her belly. Her body felt like it was on fire and made of something wiggly. Lira had no clue why she felt like this, it was all new to her these feelings. Before him she didn’t feel she just existed. The girl could never go back to that white room, he had changed her even before the chemical.

        She smiled at him and rubbed her face on his. When he left she watched him get the chair, doing her best not to fall over, she hadn’t realized how much she had leaned on him. He looked like his legs stopped working as he dragged himself over to it. Had she done this to him? Why did he seem so happy about his legs not working. This time when he kissed her she managed to kiss him back quickly figuring out to touch her own tongue to his. Lira moaned softly at the feeling ,during the kiss when he freed her arms the feeling came back to her hands quickly. When he sat back she rubbed them softly, her eyes going back to his cock.
 
Allan sat back momentarily, closed his eyes and breathed deep, wiping a bit of sweat from his brow. He then leaned forward and looked down at Lira. Her eyes were affixed to his cock and he saw her rubbing her wrists. Had he tied them too tight? He made note of it. But, he leaned forward slightly and ran his hand through her hair, "You're such a good girl, Lira. You did such a good job I had trouble standing." he chucked, "I had to get a chair, you see, to keep from collapsing. I don't know how you knew to do what it was you were doing but… I liked it a lot." He breathed deep, and gently tugged on her hair. He stopped, a thought occurred to him. "Wait." he muttered, a devious grin spreading across his face. Yes– yes, it was wonderfully perverse.

He stood quickly, and sprinted over to the lab bench, and picked up a smallish perspex beaker, and sprinted back. He sat back down, grabbed her wrist and put it in her hand. "Lira, I want you to put this under you." he said, plainly, "And then, only then, can you go back to touching me." He paused, and then spread her knees apart with his foot, grasping her hand, and tugging it down towards her crotch. He turned her hand, touching the tip of the cold plastic beaker against her outer labia– for effect– then let go of her hand. He gently ran his hand through her hair, pulling her head down slightly so that she might get back to whatever she intended on doing.
 
      • Lira smiled up at him, though despite her happy exterior her interior was still a mess of emotion. Did she break him did she break the nice man? He seemed to enjoy her exploring him like that. Though that stuff came from him, she held her fake smile. The girl was learning fast. Partly from his drugs partly from just being out of that white room. Though her mind was quickly put at ease when he patted her on the head and called her a good girl. She liked being called a girl, it made her feel happy. When he spoke to her like that the world felt good. More then good it felt perfect.

        When he left her she placed her hands on the chair, pushing her chest out a little her ass as well. She watched him, letting him sit back down. When he put the Beaker under her she looked confused. Though she left it there her wetness slowly dripping into the container. It was clear and smelled sweet, they had made her perfect. They didn’t hold anything back, Allen was the first man calling on a girl like her not wanting her for sex right off the bat. He though was like most men and saw the joy of a blank sexual slate.

        Though she was back at his cock faster then he would think. Lira stroked it softly slowly noticing his balls, they were interesting to her. Slowly she leaned over her face brushing his cock as she licked on of his balls softly. Then she slowly took it into her mouth. He liked her exploring his other parts like this he may like her doing it like this as well. She sucked it softly her tongue toying with it as her hand slowly rubbed his cock. The skin was so soft to the touch. She couldn’t help her self. Being quick she noticed his anus. She knew what that was for and didn’t even bother with it. Nasty brown stuff came out of there and that stuff smelled. Her mouth moved from one ball to the other she found it was much like the first though she gave it she same amount of attention before pulling away and licking his cock. All the while her hands worked his shaft over.
 
Sighing, he slowly leaned back, his eyes directed down at her innocent face. Innocent besides his balls in her mouth. He let her keep going for a while as she gently worked over his cock. It was thoroughly enjoyable, but not quite the same as before. Then she returned to licking his cock and his expression changed. Still enjoyable, albeit a different kind of enjoyable. As she licked here and there, his cock cooled slightly as her saliva evaporated, leaving certain sections cool while her tongue was warm. It was an odd sensation. But his lust was usurping his patience. He gently pulled her hair, taking her head away from his cock, and reached down. He grabbed the beaker, which was warm at the bottom as she'd dripped cum into it, and put it behind the chair. Kissing her gently, he smiled and looked her in the eyes. "Okay now. Be a good girl and make Master cum." he said. He reached down and gently grasped her breasts. Squeezing them lightly, and then tenderly twisting her nipples, he reached behind her and then gently grasped her bottom. He kissed her again, tongue once again protruding into her mouth as he squeezed both her ass and breast. He stopped, a quiet string of saliva momentarily bridging their lips, his breath somewhat harsh. He sat there motionless for a moment, and ran his hand slowly up her back. Finally Allan sat upright, and grabbed her hands. He led them to her own breasts. Pulling her thumbs and forefingers to her nipples and guiding her hands to grasp her breasts. He pushed her hands together, her breasts compressing a bit and her cleavage forming a soft line between her little shapely tits.

Allan ran his hand through her hair, then pushed her forward. With the other hand he grasped the beaker of her cum and poured it over her breasts and then pushed his cock up between them. Never in a million years before her would he have considered any of this. He would have regarded it as perverse and litigious. But she was absolutely and definitely his, and she actually seemed to enjoy that fact. He paused for a moment, the head of his cock emerging from the top of her breasts, her cum funnelling slowly around his cock and down her cleavage, dripping on the floor. He pulled her head down and then a bit further. "Be a good girl," he sighed, "And make me cum, and I'll make sure you get the same." With that, he shifted his weight and pushed his cock upward, the tip just touching her lips.
 
      • Lira let go of his cock, though she wished that he didn’t take it from her. She was going to work her way down it again though this time she want to feel every inch of him. She wanted to make him act the way he did before again. He seemed really happy to have her suck on him, so when he pulled his cock from her mouth she was lost why stop something you enjoyed. Though she refocuses quickly when he spoke. Feeling the bottle now gone from under her. His actions were swift, his hands were all over her body. She kissed him back. Her body leaning into both his hands, a soft barely there sound came from Lira. If someone wasn’t looking for it they wouldn’t hear it at all. His hands felt great on her skin, partly from the drug and partly from never being touched like this before.

        When he pushed her hands to her chest she held them there watching him. She slowly played with her own nipples liking the feeling of that. Even when she did this it felt good, her face read pure lust at this point when he poured her wetness over her chest she didn’t even blink. How would she know that this was all deprived and odd. All the girl knew was that he was nice to her and he wanted her to do this. That alone made her want to do this, the drug though pushed her to as well. Everything he did felt good At this point the could smack her around and she would like it. Lira smiled at him and licked the tip of his cock softly before sucking on him. Her tongue swirling around it as she tried to get more of him into her mouth.
 
At this point, he'd already been on the edge for a good half hour. As Lira began to adapt to using her breasts, and then on to sucking him again, it was too much. He clenched up, his muscles tightening as he tried to keep himself from coming. She swirled her tongue around his cock and he bit his lip. Suddenly he couldn't do it. He panicked for a moment. "L-Lira, m-move your head I'm gonna–" he gasped, his hand grasping her hair. He wanted to pull her head out of the way so she didn't have to taste it, but his arm stopped being capable and his fingers lazily swept through her hair as he finally came. His eyes closed and he slumped back in the chair, his head against the chair and his back just slightly arched. His cock erupted, spilling cum straight up over her tongue. His hand fell by his side and his butt slid back slightly. "A-aah." he groaned, his eyes half closed and his breaths deep. He forced his head up and looked down at her. "Aw, Lira I… I'm sorry. I didn't mean for you to have to taste it." he muttered, but his head fell back again. He let out a very mild groan again and slouched in the chair, breathing evenly.

It took him a few moments to pull himself together. He looked down at her and smiled slightly, eyebrows arched just slightly in sympathy. Allan stood up, and pulled Lira to her feet as well, spinning her around and sitting her down on the chair. An idea occurred to him– something splendidly unusual– and he straddled her legs, leaning in and kissing her. He didn't even know why he did it. Maybe the drug had somehow affected him? It didn't matter anymore; He kissed her, tongue dipping into her mouth and balling some of his own cum against her tongue. Allan breathed into and from her just slightly her breath was warm and so was her body. His cock, though recovering, was still erect, his shaft pressed against her belly and his testicles perched atop her thighs. His arms surrounded her and he squeezed her gently, his head just readjusting as he broke the kiss. His lips hovered above hers, his head still spinning. Eyes partly closed, a thick strand of cum and saliva mingled on their lips. For a time, he didn't even know how to think. Eventually he became fully conscious again and, pecking her quickly on the lips, wiped his own on his hand and got down on his knees before her.

He pried her legs open, though his eyes were still focused on hers. Slowly they descended, taking in the entirety of her slick torso and the drips of cum and sweat and saliva that ran down her breasts and stomach and then her crotch. Her slim pink slippery little hole. Allan put his head forward and, pressed the thick of his tongue against her pussy, giving it a slow, deliberate lick. Then, he began to trace the outside edge of her inner labia, taking a brief circle of her clit each time.
 
      • She kept on working his length with her chest her mouth sucking and licking at what it could. She didn’t know what the final result was going to be, but she knew that she was going to like it. So far everything that hey had done had been good, and what came of this only could be great. He had this look that seemed like he was in pain though Lira knew that was just the look of an overload of pleasure. Pleasure she was giving him by sucking and rubbing him this way. She felt almost proud of what she was doing to him. When he told her to move the girl didn’t know why he would want her to. Then he missed her hair and his load shot into her mouth. She didn’t flinch or even seem to care about it. Lira swallowed most though some spilled out onto her face and chest. It mixed with her own wetness that was left from him using it as lube. She rubbed her finger in it and put it to her lips. This tasted good, it was salty but not bad.

        His orgasm into her mouth didn’t seem to bother her at all, she seemed interested in his seed as she played with it in her mouth. When he kissed her and took it from her his seed she pushed her face closer to his. As if she wanted to keep his seed to herself. She pressed her body against his still hard cock, rubbing herself softly against his length. She looked lost as he spun her so she was now on the chair and he was on the floor.

        She looked lost when he pried her legs apart, though she let him do it. Lira was content to do as he pleased. His first lick was a shock to her system, her eyes closing as she leaned back and into his mouth. This feeling was incredible, it was better then her own hand or even his. This was the best feeling she had ever felt in her short time out of the white room. Her hand slowly moved down to his head slowly patting it.
 
Allan looked up at Lira momentarily to gauge her reaction. His eyes locking onto her face as he slowly tilted his head forward again. Lira looked as though she'd melted. Then, he felt her hand gently touch his head. His shoulder-length brown hair finally came loose from the tie that had been holding it before, and as the distance between his mouth and her labia closed, his hair swept down across his shoulders and against her thighs. Suddenly the separation came to an end again, and this time he did not hesitate again. He slowly worked his tongue horizontally across her inner labia, back and forth, back and forth, then vertically the same, then in circles, and finally pushed his tongue into her tiny hole. Allan struggled in forcing it in. She was remarkably tight. But moreover, she tasted sweet and clean, her subtle juices silky but viscous. He put his hands up around her thighs and gently rubbed the top of her thighs, pulling her legs apart just slightly as he attempted to plunge his tongue as far into her as he could. But she proved too much, and he couldn't go any further. This posed a problem since his penis was, naturally, thicker than his tongue.

His breath was quick and short, and his eyes were closed most of the time as he concentrated on playing with her. She tasted impeccable. There was nothing he wanted more at that time than to continue playing with her pussy. Allan ran his tongue up the length of her soft pink slit, pausing over her clit. He smiled and gently breathed on it, then honed in and gently sucked on it. Although he didn't really know what he was doing, be damned if he didn't try. More and more he felt like wanted to just touch all of her at once, do to everything with her simultaneously, to feel every inch of her. He groaned slightly and for a second his head sank forward, forehead resting just above her pussy. He could feel himself getting hard again, and it was most frustrating because of the sudden conflict: he wanted to fuck her every which way possible yet he wanted to keep tasting her and teasing her. Allan paused, breathing heavily from his nose and mouth, breath rushing against her slit in waves. He reminded himself that there'd be time to explore with her, that giving her the best possible experience would be the most rewarding for both of them. Allan ran his tongue down and up and down and up her pussy, ever increasing speed. His hands clenched her thighs, then grasped her butt as he whipped her inexperienced womanhood.
 
      • His touch and everything about it was driving Lira wild. Never before in her life had she felt like this, she had trouble breathing from what he was doing to her. It felt like he knew just the right places to touch her. Like he had don’t this many times before. She barely noted that she had undone his hair. The loose strands tickled her as it was let free of there confines, causing little shivers to run though her body. This was heaven and she never waned him to stop, part of her knew it had to sooner or later. He would have to sleep, though she hoped he would do this again. His tongue seemed to dance on her giving Lira just enough to keep her going. When he plunged it into her she went rigid for a moment, the idea of putting something in herself wasn’t even an idea. She hadn’t even noticed there was a hole there. Her breathing quickened as he tried to get his tongue into her body. As she pushed up at him.

        Lira writhed under him lost in he own pleasures bought on by his need to taste her. Her other hand slipped into his hair, slowly rubbing the back of his head. Slowly a building feeling started, like the one she had felt in the bathroom before. Though it was much stronger this time. It felt like a white hot fire that raced though her body starting with him and that tongue of his. Oh god she loved that tongue. Lira panted hard under him her hand on his head lacing into his lose hair. Her body shivered all over as she started to orgasm. That’s when it happened, if she had been talking all of her life what would have come out of her lips may have been a moan or at least a cry of pleasure. The squeak that came from her almost sounded like she was being choked as her long unused vocal cords were used for what may be the first time ever. Her body shuddered hard as she orgasmed under him her hands pulling his hair ever so slightly.
 
Allan looked up in surprise as he heard her squeak, but felt her shudder and tense. It became clear to him that she'd already come. He was rather surprised, he hadn't been going at it very long. She was evidently very sensitive. He smiled and gave her a slow lick, then stood up slowly and put his hands down on the chair on either side of her. He smiled down at her and gave her a quick kiss but, then hopped up and, pushing her legs together again, straddled them with a bright smile. Settling his hands on the back of the chair to either side of her head, he kissed her again. In leaning forward, however, his cock gently scraped across her abdomen, jutting briefly into her bellybutton. "Oops," he muttered, chuckling slightly, and stood up. He walked away from her, stretching his arms a bit. As much as every fiber of his body screamed at him to fuck her, she was wonderful and he didn't want to overwhelm her.

He returned to the chair and helped her to her feet, glancing briefly at the clock. It was already quite late. He led her to the cage and shut the door, but his smile faded slightly as he collected his clothes. Why did he need to keep her locked up, anyways. She was no danger to him. He looked over at her as he approached the lights. There was only one bed, but… he supposed he couldn't see that as a problem. A thought occurred to him. Perhaps it would be good to assert some practises to keep her in a controllable way. He opened a drawer and looked for something to keep her tied with. Sure enough, he found some nylon rope that he'd be able to use, for the time being. He walked back to the cage, opened it, and looked at her. Walking up to her, he pulled the rope around her neck and tied it into a loop that wouldn't constrict, and wrapped the other end around his knuckles. When he was sure it was sturdy, he gave a gentle tug and smiled at her. "Alright, pet," he said, "I suppose if it's going to be like this, there's no point in keeping you in a cage like this. C'mon upstairs, there's a cozier bed waiting for us."

Allan led her up the stairs slowly, making sure there was always some slack on the rope and that she was following obediently. He wanted to make sure that their hierarchy was understood. He gave her a gentle, persuasive smile as he led her towards the master bedroom and, as they reached it, tied his end of the rope securely to the foot of the bed. There was enough slack in the rope such that she could go just about everywhere in the room, but would be unable to proceed very far down the connecting hallway. Allan fell back on the bed and sighed, tossing his clothes into the hamper in the closet. He lay there for a minute before sitting up and looking back at Lira. "Well, how do you like your new home?"
 
      • She was sensitive, years of sitting alone and not even knowing what her vagina was hadn’t led to much self pleasure. Liras looked down at him letting go of his hair quickly, smiling back at him. His lips were just as pleasant as the first time he kissed her. This time though she expected more, so far he had been doing more and more. Even though she had no idea what was going on she was enjoying this immensely. Not caring to understand just feeling the sensations that flooded her body. She smiled broader when his penis rubbed along her body. Her eyes followed him, not daring to move until told to, it wasn’t obedience that kept her on the chair it was the simple fact that when she did as he wanted things were nice and he seemed happiest. Lira wanted nothing more then to make him happy.

        When she was led to the cage her body slumped, that thing was cold and she knew that he would be leaving her in that thing alone. She stood her body pressed against the bars watching him leave her in the cage. Slowly she shifted from side to side looking down then back at him a few times. Her eyes pleaded for him not to go, she didn’t want to be alone ever again. Alone was long and boring, alone was death. His re-approach with the rope made her visibly happy bouncing as she quickly kneeled near the door. Lira stood moving out of the cage when he tugged the new leash. Her only response was a bright smile, the us part of what he said was the best part for her. She wished for nothing but to never be alone again.

        She followed him like an obedient little puppy. Though the stairs were a bit of problem she managed to keep somewhat with him. Though a few times she lagged behind the rope going taught for a moment before she ran to make some slack up. The hierarchy was established in her mind, he was perfect and when he was happy she would be to. She looked around at his room once in it, pulling on the rope a little once she was tied to his bed. As he tossed his clothing into a hamper she slipped into the bed. She smiled at him brightly before placing her head on his hip. A soft sigh like sound came from her as she snuggled him softly.
 
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