Indentured Servitude (Try and Angel216)

Rebecca moaned out loudly, pleasure building to a raging fire deep within her that surged through her veins as she squirmed within the bonds that held her. She dripped more heavily, being driven wild as his tongue seemed to push in even deeper as the resistance in her mind begin to drop, to crumble away like a cracker in a soup. She whimpered, moaned out, endorphins bouncing around her mind, off the walls, blocking all logic, immoralities and moralities. She dug her nails into the palms of her hands, squeezing her eyes shut as she tried to reign in her rapidly running emotions, but to no avail as she moaned out, nearly crying out her pleasure.

Then, she jolted as she felt his tongue sliding up from her pussy as she bucked against the restraints, a protest about to leave her lips, "no..." Though that was all she was able to say as she felt him begin to circle his tongue around her tight, puckered hole buried deep between the two cheeks and she moaned out louder, dripping with juices, unable to control any of her reactions, no matter how immoral her reactions were. Pleasure raged through her system, making her not only bound and helpless for him to use for his pleasure, but also weakening her defenses, lowering down her walls and making her vulnerable to him in every way possible as she moaned out again, her eyes fluttering and becoming glazed with the immense pleasure she felt.

It was her first time that she had felt this, after all and the pleasure was 10 times the amount of a woman who had experienced this before. She moaned out, cried out with pleasure as she bucked again, squirmed and moaned out loudly, dripping heavily with juices as she murmured, "please.....please....don't stop." Though, this time, her uttered response was not a protest, but rather a begging for more as she wriggled and squirmed, bucked and moaned.

John wanted to laugh at the young sexy things response, but such wasn’t possible as he had his face full of pussy and ass. Some experienced woman might have said what he was attempting was disgusting and vile, not because she knew it was, only because she thought it was so. Maybe that was the difference, a free woman could say no, or simply not try something fearing she might enjoy it, and thus give up a little more control. A slave had no such choice, so the only thing truly left to her was to enjoy it. Plus this young slave, hadn’t yet built up those walls, or even defined what she liked and disliked. Though some might think that because he was twice her age that was a disadvantage, and in fact it wasn’t. That same age brought experience, skill, and a knowledge of the female body. So rather than simply rush to his own physical enjoyment, he worked to enslave her body with his skilled and experienced touch.

The tongue that could command and demand her, instead danced its way around her sexy little muscle ring, the tip lavishing wet attention on the soft little opening. With his face lodged in the crack of her ass, and to compliment the efforts of his tongue, one hand released her ass cheek, and instead moved up her between her legs. Grasping her inner leg and rising from below the knee, his hand moved up to where her sexy legs came together. So John was pleased when she began to reward him, by begging for him not to stop, which in turn deserved its own reward. So while she squirmed and moaned, he began to let the tip of his tongue apply pressure, pushing at her backside door. While the tip of his tongue pumped at her tiny entrance, the fingers of his hand began to rub her wetness, and more importantly rub the little nub buried there.

Now the slave was going to learn the pleasure of submission and servitude, what she got for giving in. The tip pushed, prodded as it tried to worm its way in, while his hand joined in the conquest of her body. Then he stopped all of a sudden, as if something was wrong.

Don’t stop who?

For once again he was relating pleasure and servitude. Making her respond, so she would reinforce the relationship and understand that it wasn't some ordinary guy or boy giving her pleasure, but her master. Every time she said it, or spoke it, only further solidified their roles and relationship.

Tell me slave, what do you want, and who do you want to do it?

His strong hand still rested between her legs, but it didn’t move, and his breath touched her ass, but his tongue didn’t. How far would she go, he didn’t know? Would she beg for her master’s attention, or something else?

Rebecca moaned out loudly, her fingers digging into the palms of her hand as she muttered, "fuck..." She was being driven wild, and it only added when she felt him remove his hand from her ass and slide it down as he begin to rub. She cried out in pleasure, unsure of the wildly galloping sensations and emotions that were running chaotically through her mind, and through her body as her back curved involuntarily, instinctively, her body somehow knowing how to respond. She supposed it was natural, this is what men and women did, and humans were just built to want and need to feel and touch each others. It's what a mother did as a newborn, was to touch and hold a child and a babe close, so it was just instinct that later on in life, a man and a woman would need a different touch, a different interaction with each other.

She gasped out as she moaned and cried out again in pleasure and then a small, longing whimper left her as he suddenly stopped, halted his movements, though she could feel his hand resting between her legs, his breath upon her ass. She swallowed hard as she heard him, slightly reluctant to say who it was that she wanted to give her pleasure. Slightly reluctant to admit that she didn't want him to stop, didn't want Master to stop. Though, as a minute ticked by and her pleasure levels were dropping, she whimpered again and finally said, "please....Master, please....don't stop, it feels so......so.....great." She closed her eyes, another soft moan leaving her, a moan of pleasure, of need, of desire, of longing as she continued, her cheeks flushing a deep red, "I want.....I want pleasure, and I want my....my Master to do it, please..."

Ready, didn’t adequately describe what he thought this young woman was. No she was more than ready, and the more she responded to his touch, the more he knew he too was ready. Yet, he continued by force of will, to deny himself the soft, tender flesh of her body, so that he might gain further dominion over her. So when she responded affirmatively about her desires, needs, and his new role, it pleased him. The words now seemed to match what her body had been screaming to him for awhile, still time would tell if she would truly mean them, but at this moment they seemed the truth to him. As she had conceded her need and given him the honor he believed due to him, he planned to reward her. So as she spoke he put his hand again between her legs, and began to pleasure her as he’d done before, the intent to slowly build her back up to where she had been, though he doubted in her condition it would take long.

That’s good; a slave should always desire her master’s touch. A free woman can withhold her body, and use it to equalize the power in a relationship, using it to gain the things she desires, but a slave can not. This may seem to be unfair, or even wrong, but the truth is you are freer than any free woman. You may enjoy the pleasure of the body in an unadulterated fashion, without the concern about what others will think or say, for a slave is expected to enjoy it. Some would say that you can be bred to be a slave, or you are born with it, that it comes natural to most if they let their true desires be known. Many a rich or powerful noble woman craves to be that slave, to be held down, and used for the pleasure of her master. The thought of being taken, giving flame and fire to a need that is even within her as it is clearly within you, but she’s to afraid to give in to it, you aren’t allowed that fear. So slave give thanks that you can enjoy your slavehood.

John puts his mouth, and specifically his tongue to her tight little asshole, while his fingers begin to more aggressively rub her young pussy. Now it was time for him to show her what the benefits of having a master were, to hopefully let her feel her first true orgasm as a slave. Would she see it as that, he didn’t know, but he did know that it wouldn’t be her last. That this would only be the first of many to come as she learned to submit and bend her knee to his will.

Rebecca squirmed in the bindings, flushed with humiliation as she felt him begin to rub again as she moaned out softly. She heard him begin to speak and she shivered slightly as she listened, biting her lower lip in thought as she imagined other women being like she was right now. She shivered again, unable to imagine it, she did want pleasure, but she didn't want to be bound. She nodded in understanding, as she did understand it even though she was apprehension of this new information. She then jolted as she felt him put his tongue back against her asshole and she let out a moan, as the flames flared back up almost immediately as she squirmed in the ropes, feeling him starting to rub more aggressively. She moaned out loudly as she closed her eyes, trembling, feeling a low, weak pulsing feeling begin in her lower abdomen.

Her eyes snapped open as she moaned out again, her brow furrowing as she did not understand the pulsing feeling in her lower abdomen that seemed to grow and become stronger, almost painful as she cried out, her body flushing. She moaned out louder as tremors wracked through her body and she almost cried out her pleasure as she bucked in the ropes binding her and finally hot, sticky, thick liquid burst from her, squirting all over his fingers down her legs, some making it to the floor and some getting on his face as she moaned out. Then she flushed a deep red, what had she done? Did she accidentally pee herself? She flushed a deeper red, but a feeling of sudden elation and pure joy overcame her embarrassment and a smile crossed her face as she closed her eyes, another soft moan leaving her as her legs trembled slightly and juices dripped down her legs. Her face was still red, and she didn't understand, why would she be so happy about having an accident and wasn't she a bit too old to be having accidents? She was flushed, yet the elation and joy continued to flow through her as she squirmed slightly, but remained still, unable to comprehend the new information and the new experience.

The young slave, continued to seem restrained in her reaction, as if she was doing her absolute best not to react to his touch. Still in the end, it came to a loud wet crashing end, as her body gave in and let loose. John was surprised, he’d known she was close, but he didn’t realize what she was close to. He’d heard tale of women that came as much as a man, but never had he believed them. Was it because she was a slave, did that make a difference? Was this what a slave orgasm was, he didn’t know for sure, but he thought so.

That’s a good girl; you cum like a real slave. You’re not a free woman any longer, be proud of it.

John chuckled as he stood up watching her, as her juices trailed down her leg. He made no effort to clean up the mess or even to open a window, as the aroma of her arousal grew stronger in the room. She was a slave now, and any embarrassment was irrelevant, for he liked the idea of leaving the evidence of her surrender, if only to remind her of who and what she was now. Even if the smell didn’t tell the tale, the view of her glistening slit, dripping her nectar, her heavy breathing, and most satisfying groan of satisfaction told it just as well. She’d taken pleasure not from her lover or mate, but from a man that she now called master. It didn’t happen in some romantic spot, or in the martial bed, but tied to the table and spread like some prize to be taken and used. John could have untied her or even offered some consolation to sooth her possibly wounded pride, even maybe offering to help clean the mess, but he didn’t. In fact he left her right there, even more vulnerable than she was before, even more exposed, and if it must be said, more on display for his pleasure. To add to the humiliation seemed to dwell on what happened to her.

Have you ever cum like that before slave? I think I’ve never met a girl more ready than you? I bet you’re scared; you liked it that much didn’t you? You want more don’t you? And do you know how a slave gets more, she begs.

Rebecca shivered and whimpered slightly, wishing that he would untie her as she squirmed again in the ropes. Her cheeks were a dark red with humiliation as she realized that she had climaxed for the first time. She had heard the word before but never had she thought that it would apply to her, and she shivered again. She heard his words and another quiet whimper came from her as she wanted to be free, but she knew that she wouldn't be free again. She heard him stand up and it was silent for a few moments, though, she could feel his eyes upon her back end and she squirmed again, blushing a darker red as the smell grew. She felt helpless and wished again that she was untied, being tied left her vulnerable and unable to cover or hide herself.

She heard his next words and shook her head to the first two questions and nodded her head to the next three statements and questions. She frowned when he said that she had to beg and bit her lower lip, be reduced a beggar. It was almost the same as if she would have been on the streets, she would have been a beggar for food and for money, now......now this.....a beggar for pleasure. She let out a low whimper as she swallowed hard, it had felt great, fantastic and she knew that she had no choice but to beg because if she didn't he might not touch her again. She chewed on her lower lip before finally she murmured, her cheeks an impossibly dark red of humiliation,

"Master.....please I want more pleasure, I.....I want you to touch me more."

Again the young sexy thing had responded and gone as far as to ask for his attention again, and it pleased him, even if it had taken some prodding. He believed that she wanted his touch, but still was denying his dominion over her. He would of course repeat this over and over again, till she wouldn’t even realize that she asked it as a needy slave, and not some resistant young girl. Still her request would need a positive response, for her compliance should be rewarded and reinforced. Still he made no immediate move, letting her feel the need, letting it linger, while he left her bound and tied. This helplessness, this absolute exposure wasn’t only something that pleased him, but a beginning part of her indoctrination into slavery. A slave should never feel she has power or was in control, only in a state of defenselessness, would she come to feel and understand her role as a slave. Would sh realize when even she didn't thing of herself as anything but a slave.

Really? Are you asking as a young woman who would like a man’s touch, or as a slave asking her master for his?

Though the answer was obvious, he wanted to reinforce it, as he listened to her. Still he moved closer, and petted her, almost the same way he would his faithful dog or cat. Gently stroking her hair, as he waited to hear what she would say. The attention though affectionate wasn’t meant to relieve her need or to address it for she hadn’t yet gone far enough in her true submission. So he stood there alongside her prostrate form and stroked her hair, as if it was the most normal of interactions and rewards. He let his hands trail a little further past her hair, to her back, but no further. The hand was meant to give her a minor reward, and to tease her at the same time, all these actions a form of coordinated attack on her young nubile body. Such an exquisite sight was hard to deny, as she was the most scrumptious meal every to grace this old wood table.

Rebecca squirmed again, the need growing as she bit her lower lip, swallowing hard, trying to deny herself the need, knowing it was immorally wrong. She looked up at him, watching him and she listened to him, watching him move closer. She thought he would relieve her, but instead, he just stroked her hair. She shivered and a slight whimpering moan came from her as his hand rubbed down her back only to stop short and pull back towards her hair. She squirmed and goosebumps rose up along her skin, the teasing only increasing her need. She finally murmured, "As a young woman........." She stopped short, she knew by now that, that was the wrong answer and she knew that if she continued to say it, he wouldn't relieve her of the need, instead just punish her by making her wait longer, she didn't want that.

She bit her lower lip and then changed her words, mid-sentence, "As....a slave asking her Mast....Master for his touch, Master..." She bit down on her lower lip, as she squirmed a bit and looked down, her cheeks flushing a darker red as she avoided his gaze, trying to hide her humiliation that she had went that far just to relieve the need she could feel, constantly growing as she chewed on her lower lip, wondering what he would do.

John smiled as the girl caught herself, and realized what she was saying and what it meant, but most of all he smiled because she changed her answer because she knew and thus wanted the reward. This very small capitulation just showed how even now she was taking on her new role, even if it was only to answer her own immediate needs. The girl’s nervousness came through the way she moved and spoke, but so to her body was beginning to show a true slave’s craving. The fire that was starting to kindle within her needed to be stroked needed to be fed so it burned and burned hot.

So with forethought and a plan, a plan of domination, John again gently rubbed her, helping foster and spread that fire, that need that he now saw within her. That very need that would be addressed by him as her Master.

Don’t be berate yourself slave. You are a slave; you are free now to serve your master, to give your body, and to feel the pleasures of the flesh. A free woman must hold back, hide her desires, you may give into them and feel the pleasures of your submission.

Now open your eyes and look at me!

As he commands her he puts his hands once again between her legs, and helps stroke the fire, but this time he is looking directly at her, letting her know and see that he knows. If possible with a deep look right into her eyes, staring as if seeing right into her soul. Even as he did it, his other hand began to removed his belt, as he prepared to expose a true master’s tool, and the belt only a secondary instrument.

Rebecca heard silence for a moment and she frowned, her cheeks darkening more as she closed her eyes, wishing the earth would just swallow her up, and it was almost the end of the first day. She had arrived there that morning, but now she could see that it was nearing dusk outside, and she made a note. It was most likely around 3:00 in the afternoon and she shivered at the thought that, perhaps, the next days would go by, the weeks, the months and she wouldn't be Rebecca anymore, she'd be a slave. She let out a whimper, and then her stomach growled, she hadn't ate anything since yesterday night. She squirmed in the rope, her stomach beginning to hurt from lack of food.

Then she heard him speaking and she bit her lower lip as her cheeks burned with humiliation as she opened her eyes, still gazing down. She was reluctant to look at him, but then she jolted, a moan coming from her once again as his hand goes back between her legs and begins to rub again. She looked up and met his gaze, shivering as he seemed to be staring directly into her soul. She let out a moan again as she squirmed, her juices once again dripping as the fire flared back to life. She heard the belt being undone and her eyes widened, was he going to take her, like this, on the table? She whimpered and squirmed in the ropes, hoping that he would not, though, she had a bad feeling that he would.

The slave was slow to act, though she did, so he applied his hand to her ass with a smack, so she understood compliance was to be complete and immediate. Still she did comply and capitulate to his demand, and so he rewarded her with a master’s touch, gracing her wetness with his adept fingers. Still as he stroked her fire, that wasn’t going to be enough. So for a moment he stopped his efforts, and worked to remove his belt. Though she might have thought that he intended to expose himself that would occur in time it was not his intent at the moment. So with his belt unbuckled, he pulled it through the loops and freed it. Now he could have dropped it or even used it to extract some punishment but none of these were his intent.

Looking into her eyes and smiling, he took the belt, and put it around her neck, the wide strip of soft worn leather touching her skin, as he feed the belt through the belt loop, forming a leash for her. This was meant to help control her and to further establish his ownership.

It’s not a proper collar slave, maybe tomorrow we’ll go to the smithy and have him make one. That way it will be clear to all that you are owned and by whom.

Holding the belt with one hand, the other again slides over her behind.

Rebecca yelped as he smacked her ass and then moaned out as he rubbed her again and her juices grew as did the fire that flamed inside her as she whimpered quietly. She trembled as she heard the belt come free and she looked at him as she saw his smile and she shivered as she felt the worn leather come up against her neck and she bit her lower lip. She felt him wrap it around and secure it as she swallowed hard. She heard him as he spoke and realized he was collaring her and holding the belt as she flushed a deep red and nodded, knowing that she wouldn't have a choice and then she felt his hand slide back over her behind as she moaned and squirmed slightly. She didn't want a collar, nor for people to know that she was a slave, but, again, she knew that was a decision that she wasn't free to make as she murmured,

"y.......yes Master."

She moaned out as she felt his fingers reach her most sensitive area and her juices dripped, near constantly now, as she squirmed again.

The girl was adapting well, and showing a very natural inclination for submissiveness. John was beginning to feel that his dream and fantasy of owning the young woman was truly coming to fruition, and that given time, she would be the loyal, obedient slave. Now with her further secured, it was time to begin her training and to satisfy some of his needs. So he steps around the table that she is bent over, and come to stand in front of her. Her body lying prone atop of it, her arms secure, his groin but inches from her face, he leans past her and slaps her ass, plays with her pussy and then slaps her ass again. He was mixing pain and pleasure as he talks to her.

Good slave, you are learning. However it is time for you to learn to fulfill your purpose and to begin the next step in your training. I have shown you the pleasures of being a slave, now its time to show your master the pleasure his can give.

So he stops his assault on her pussy and ass, and moves to untie her hands. Though by means of the belt, he keeps her from retreating. His arousal was a clear ridge line in his pants, caused by her body and submission. Right in front of her was something a trained slave would want and seek, and be happy for, as it would mean her master appreciated her and would use her.

You see it don’t you. That’s my cock slave and it almost hard. Have you ever seen a hard cock slave, or touched one?

John strokes her hair like a good pet, as if trying to sooth her as he talks.

Rebecca shivered and watched him as he steps around her to come stand in front of her, she wanted to scoot back as his groin was inches from her face but being secured as she was, she wasn't able to. Then she yelped as he slapped her ass and moaned out as he played with her pussy, the mixture causing a tingle to go through her as she moaned and squirmed, shivering in delight and pleasure as she listened to him talk. Her eyes widened slightly as he stated the last part of the sentence and she tried to shake her head as she trembled again slightly. She sighed slightly in relief as he untied her hands and she looked up at him, he was still holding onto the belt, preventing her from backing up as she heard his question. She nodded in response to the first question as she did clearly see it, as it was only inches from her face and shook her head in response to the next question.

She trembled slightly, uncertain of which way this was going as she felt his hand beginning to stroke her hair as she shivered again. She brought her hands around to the front and rubbed at her wrists, happy that her hands were free, but she also wondered what that meant for her as she looked up at him again, listening to him as he spoke and she murmured,

"Y.......Yes Master I see it, but no....I've never touched one or seen one before, M........Master......."

The leather belt now a leash, kept the young woman’s head and thus her body from backing up. That same body was responding and giving in to his dominate touch, as she trembled and shook.

Then it’s your lucky day slave, for its time for you to become acquainted with your master’s cock.

John held her leash tight, as he used his other hand to free her arms from their ropey embrace. He untied them, though he left her prostrate atop the table. The strength of his farmer’s arms more than enough to restrain her. So he held her firmly as he began to command her.

Now reach up and draw forth your master’s rod, and touch what you will come to know very well. Don’t be shy slave, you will learn to worship it and give it the reverence it is due.

Gazing down upon her, he would again touch her when she did as she was told. Plus he enjoyed the way her body danced to his touch, and the sounds of her arousal. That her nether regions were coated in her nectar and now dripping down her leg, made clear how her body felt of this confinement, no matter how she may have consciously thought of it.

Rebecca shivered and whimpered as she squirmed, feeling him untie her hands as she sighed, and tried to pull back, only to find out that she couldn't. His hand gripping the belt restrained her as she looked up at him and became still again, bringing her hands in front of her as she rubbed her wrists, biting her lower lip. She didn't want to touch his member, it was forbidden when she was growing up as her father had, had strict rules about it. She let out a whimper, knowing if she didn't do it, there'd be less rewards and less touching. Again, she felt the aching need to be touched, could feel her wetness back there and she whimpered again, flushing a deep red. Just hours ago, she'd been fighting and running and now, now this? She hesitated as she finally put her hands up and undid his button and his zippers, working to get his pants down as she saw his boxers.

She reached up and pulled them down as well, exposing his member as she chewed on her lower lip again and then reached out to touch it, unsure of what she was supposed to do. She begin to rub it with her hand as she looked up at him for guidance, still chewing on her lower lip and flushing a deeper red than before, her stomach again growling in protest as she asked, her voice trembling slightly as she knew that she had gone against her papa's words and had done the forbidden, "i......is this okay, Master?"

The sexy young woman, he’d lusted after for the last few years, was now working at his pants with the intent to comply with his demands. She fumbled a bit, but in the end, she accomplished the goal set for her, and had his member out, and without any further verbal encouragement, she began to stroke and rub it.

Good, that’s right slave, stroke and rub it, watch it grow, if you treat it right, it will treat you right.

John stepped out of his pants and shorts, freeing himself of them as he stood now naked and exposed before her, though she was in a position of vulnerability and he in one of command. Rather than rush and simply force himself upon her like some crude animal, he let her get used to the heat and feel of his length. Growing up in this rural farm land she no doubt had an idea of how animals mated, and as such knew where this was leading. However, humans could engage in such variety, and that held interest to him. Simply rutting in a field or other spot, though on some level was and could be enjoyable, he found the diversity of sexual activities the spice of life, that extra bit that made it all so worthwhile.

Think of the pleasure my hand gives you, it is no different for a man, even if that man is your master.

To emphasize the point, he reaches over her and rubs her heat again, letting her feel his touch as a reciprocation for her efforts.

Rebecca flushed a deeper red, as she trembled slightly, she knew where this would lead and she knew, eventually, perhaps, even before this day was done that he would take her virginity. She bit her bottom lip, dreading that point because she knew that it would hurt as she listened to him, and kept rubbing his member, feeling it start to grow. She jolted as she felt him reach back over and touch her heat as she moaned out and squirmed, her juices wetting his fingers once more as he stroked at the burning coals deep inside her. She responded only instinctively, and naturally, though, her mind screamed at her not to, her hand start to move faster as he rubbed her and she moaned out, her eyes fluttering as she thought of once again, letting it all go and giving herself to the pleasure as she moaned and rubbed and stroked faster, her juices dripping.

"oh.......oh okay Ma..Master."

She murmured, and moaned out as she squirmed at his touch.

The delicate fingers of her played along his cock, like it was a fun instrument. There were neither too rough nor or too soft, as she got used to its growing harness. John naturally moved closer, not only to rub her but so that she would have better access to his expanding length. A brief groan escaped his mouth as he too was feeling the direct effects of her touch, and that wasn’t something he felt in a long time. Still even with her complying he slapped her ass a nice swat to further encourage her performance.

Now my slave, lean in and smell it, reach out your tongue and taste it. From now on it is your responsibility to make sure that your master’s rod is properly attended to.

John smiled wondering how much he was shocking the young woman, and if she realized the extent to which she was going to serve him. Some if not many would have considered this humiliating, demeaning and degrading, and yet John saw the wisdom and truth in this endeavor. Though the young thing had been forced into this situation, it was clear to him that given time, she would not only accept it as the natural state of things, but come to enjoy and thrive under his ownership and tutorage.

Not only will it be your responsibility to bathe and clean it, but you will empty it of its pent up seed on a regular basis. And in time, you will come to have pride in your duties.

Rebecca moaned out as he rubbed her and she yelped and moaned as he swatted her on the bottom as she kept stroking it and rubbing it. She felt him leaning forward, bringing his member within a few inches of her face as she let out a whimper as she heard his groan. She hated the feeling of satisfaction at the groan, she knew that this was immoral and yet, she moaned out and then she heard his words and she gasped. She shook her head, her hands stopping as she tried to back up, whimpering as she murmured,

"not that........Master......please not that, I don't want to do that."

She heard him continue and she shuddered at the meaning of his words, trying harder to back up on the table, but he, too, had the strength of a farmer and she was no match against his strength which continued to hold her in place, just mere inches from his member as she felt him continue to rub her. Another moan escaped her and she looked up at him, bent over her as she shivered and moaned again, her juices dripping.

The slave defied him, and gave verbal protest to his command, and John knew he needed to be firm. So he quickly and with multiple repetitions, applied his hand to her ass, one impact of flesh upon flesh followed by another. So he administered his punishment, not saying a thing for she failed in her most basic of duty. Though a minor defiance, and something to be expected of a young new slave, he needed to remind her of who was slave, and who was master.

Each strike would leave a red mark, but wasn’t so severe that he damaged her. He would continue this till she complied or he had to find another means of discipline to exact her compliance. The rough had of a farmer the perfect device for this judgment, a loud smack followed another loud smack. Taking no pleasure in administering punishment, he did find her vulnerability and naked both prone beneath him to be quite arousing. There in front of her, unattended and hanging was the very thing that would end this attack. She was a sharp girl, and knew she would figure it out.

Rebecca felt his hand suddenly stop rubbing and move up to her ass as it begin spanking it, not in pleasure, but punishment. She yelped and whimpered, her cheeks turning red with each spank and burning as she yelped and squirmed. She squeezed her eyes shut, knowing she had no choice in what she had to do to get the onslaught to stop as she yelped and whimpered, hesitating and then, reluctantly, she leaned forward and smelled his member, shuddering slightly as she then licked it, making a face a the unfamiliar salty taste of it as she withdrew and cried out, "there Master.....please.....I did it, what more can you want?" She whimpered and yelped as she squirmed and he kept spanking her, trembling as she bit her lower lip, looking up at him, hoping that he would stop as soon as he realized that she had complied as tears of humiliation stung at her eyes and she blinked as they rolled down her cheeks and her lower lip trembled as more tears threatened to come.

The young slave’s body twitched and shook as she yelped and squirmed. The slave realizing her predicament, went about trying to appease her master, and gave the minimalist of efforts. The job done met the command, but did nothing to more than that. A effort that was subpar at best, and as such didn't deserve a reward, but in fact almost demanded more punishment. The easiest was to continue to slap her as unabated and to do it without the slightest of comments, but she was a new slave, and he thought some verbal admonishment might make clear his displeasure.

Come slave that was pathetic!

He gave her ass a swat, though less severe, it clearly conveyed that this wasn’t going to be accepted.

You can do better, I know it!

Another smack landed on her sexy ass, not as quick or as hard as the series that had been applied to her firm red behind, but yet enough for the slave to realize more could and would follow.

Show me!

Rebecca heard his sharp words, followed by a swat as she whimpered and felt another smack land on her ass, she whimpered and trembled as she looked at his member. She shuddered, knowing he'd want her to put it in her mouth as her lower lip trembled, she didn't want to put it in her mouth. It would make her mouth unclean and sullied and she'd be a whore, just like her papa said that she would be if she let a man explore her sexually. She shuddered again and leaned forward, opening her mouth as she took him into her mouth, gagging on the taste of it as she slowly started a rhythm of sucking and moving her head back and forth to match the sucking rhythm as she added her tongue, rubbing it up and down his shaft, trembling slightly as she let out a muffled whimper and tears rolled down her face as she kept sucking and licking his member.