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Special Detention (Prince & Angel216)

Talia let out a yelp as she felt him jerk her back, causing her wrists to bump together and more blood to ooze out. She whimpered in pain and fear and she felt him begin to push into her ass and a burning pain filled her behind as she swallowed hard against the rising fear, her breath hitching and another whimper coming from her. She knew that she was helpless against his will and she trembled violently before she felt him release her hair and she fell, face first against the floor. She was overwhelmed and in a tremendous amount of pain from her wrists as the blood stained her skin and begin to cake and dry as it oozed from her wrists. She felt lightheaded and dizzy, too overwhelmed to comprehend much of anything as she thought and prayed that he wouldn't take her, that perhaps he was bluffing and he'd show mercy on her. Then she felt him grip her hips and she let out a despaired groan, panic filling her once more as she tried to move her wrists, on to cry out in pain as a burning sensation came from her wrists.

She felt more tears leak out as she felt him push against the barrier once more, causing a burning pain to go throughout her lower abdomen. Then, she felt him pull her back and thrust forward at the same time and she screamed as the pain filled her lower abdomen, nothing at all like the pain in her wrists. Her muscles immediately begin to clench and she felt warm liquid pool and spill down her inner thighs as she smelt the sharp tang of blood and the blood left a rust-red trail down to her knee. She bit her lower lip again as tears threatened to spill out and over she trembled. The pain was intense, burning and throbbing as her muscles clench as he kept pushing forward and then she felt him stop. More blood had spilled down her chin as her lip cracked once more and tears flowed freely as she was helpless to stop them.

She heard his words and she shook her head violently as she let out a pained groan and whimper as she murmured, her voice cracked and hoarse and years spilled on the floor, "I........I don't like it and it.............it doesn't feel good...........M......Master." She just hoped that he would get it done soon and just leave her alone as she laid her head against the floor, turning it to the side and away from him. She felt violated and then despair because she knew that this would happen and she was helpless to stop it as she trembled violently, shaking as the pain continued to gnaw away at her wrists and at her lower abdomen as her eyes closed. She felt so exhausted, so overwhelmed, and so much pain that she was on the brink of unconsciousness. Her eyes remained closed as she kept breathing the pain continuing to fill her body as blood oozed from her wrists, making her feel lightheaded and dizzy as she swallowed hard, still shaking violently.
 
Mark frowned at Talia's sobbing response. The girl was distraught and in pain at losing her virginity, too overwhelmed at the moment to find any pleasure in the experience. It wasn't how Mark liked his subs, but he was too committed to fucking her now that he had claimed her virginity to stop. He would try to take it slow, but the sensations running through his body from her tight passage were almost unbearable.

With a grunt, Mark started to move in her. Small and slow motions at first as he stretched her out, sliding an inch or two of his cock out and back in with every stroke. Gradually, he started to fuck her with more of his length, sliding half his cock into her passage with every motion. Squeezing her ass cheeks to hold himself up, he found himself breathing hard and panting with desire and exertion as his rhythm started to quicken.

"Not too bad, but you can do better," he grunted out at the girl. Her naked body shook with every spear of his cock into her, his hips meeting her ass cheeks with an audible smack every time he drove back into her. "Clench me when I pull out... relax when I push back in. Try to keep my cock in you and then welcome it back. That's it..."

Mark was moving in her faster and harder now. His balls slapping her clit ever time he rammed himself home against the soft globes of her ass. Sweat was starting to coat his chest and back and he was breathing raggedly, moaning out in pleasure and desire as he used his new slave for the first time. One of his hands slid around to her front and darted between her legs to find her clit. His fingertips pushed down on that nub as he circled it in time with his fucking. He wanted to give her pleasure and hoped she might find some way to enjoy this, but his own desire was too strong to to think of stopping or doing anything more than coaxing her to join him in the release that was building.

"That's it... tell me, how does it feel now? My cock in you pussy?""
 
Talia kept her eyes closed and then she felt him start to move and she cried out in pain as it sent a searing and burning sensation up through her passage. She swallowed hard, trembling and shaking and wishing this would just end, when she had first came here, she'd never expected this. She felt the pain beginning to ease as he begin to move more and more inside of her and she squeezed her eyes shut, she was distraught and her heart ached. She wasn't a slut, she was a bully, yes, because she felt like she needed to push others around because her father pushed her around, it was only fair. She shouldn't be punished for it as she trembled with each time he pounded it in as she heard his words.

She swallowed hard, she didn't want to comply with him, and she still felt the burning pain, though, it was a lot less than it was before, it still throbbed. She knew that if she didn't comply, she'd only receive more punishment and she was terrified of that as she complied and tried to clench her muscles when he pulled out and relax. It was hard to focus, and she was too overwhelmed by all the raw emotions that had ravaged her completely, that she wasn't able to comprehend the new emotion and feeling of pleasure. Her brain just tossed it into the big mosh pit that had all of the emotions in it. She opened her eyes and more tears squeezed out as she felt his fingers slide around and play with her clit, causing her to jolt. The rocking motion of fucking and of the jolt was causing her wrists and her arms to bump and jumble around as she whimpered in pain, each movement causing burning pain to shoot up her arms, all the way to the shoulder and back. Each movement caused blood to seep out of the wounds as she closed her eyes again.

She could feel the pleasure, but couldn't focus on it, couldn't comprehend it, although, her body did and as it grew stimulated, moans came from her and her juices dripped down, a light pink in color from the blood. She felt more tears slide down her cheeks as she murmured, "I..........I don't..........Don't know.........how.........how to feel about it.........Master." She hoped that he wouldn't be mad with her response, but it was the truth and she didn't know what else to say, she could have lied and said it was great, but again that would be a lie. She swallowed hard, the smell of sex and blood heavy in the air as she just wished for him to be done and over with it.
 
Mark was groaning now as he pistoned his cock in and out of Talia's tight hole. Her virginal grip on his shaft was driving him crazy, but somehow she was aroused enough that her juices were making him slide in each time with greater easy. Harder he fucked her, his thrusts getting faster as well as he shook her slender body with every stroke. The fingers on her clit matched his rhythm, circling her faster and harder as he coaxed her to cum as well.

Handcuffed, face down and being fucked as he classmate filmed her, Mark very much wanted to record her enjoying it despite the blood and struggles she gave back. There was a weakening in her resistance he sensed as she she started to give in to her body's involuntary response. His cock was pounding her too well now, stimulating nerves she'd never felt before deep inside her. The relentless pace of his fucking was going to make her cum, he could sense it.

"Yes, y-yes, cum on my cock... let me hear you show how much you love this... tell me how good it feels!" he screamed out. With a groan, Mark speared his cock hard into her a half dozen final times before plunging in as deep as he could, burying his rod to his balls in her clenching passage. His thick cock began to jerk and started to throb as he began to cum. He could feel his cock begin to shoot inside her, spurting hot cum into her core. Every pulse made him moan and clench her ass cheeks with his hand harder, until finally he pulled out of her creamy pussy and jerked his rod with his hand to shoot a final series of thick, ropes of spunk onto her ass cheeks and down her back, almost reaching her hair.

Panting and breathing heavily, Mark stared down at the girl. She had been fucked hard and was a wet, dripping and cum covered mess. Her arousal, his milky cum, her blood from her chafed wrists and her sweat all coated her glistening body.

"Did you get all that?" he asked the wide-eyed girl who had been filming on his phone. Starting to get dressed, Mark smiled at her stammering response. "Good, this movie will be a reminder for Talia of what happens, and what other people might see if she doesn't listen and behave."
 
Talia trembled and whimpered as her body rocked as he begin to go harder and faster as more blood seeped from her wrists. She felt his hand circling her clit faster and harder as she let out a groan, more tears slipping down her her face. She hated him, with a passion, but she knew now that she had no chance against him as she trembled. She heard his words and more tears rolled down her cheeks as her legs trembled and shook as her body flushed and she was brought to a climax as her juices spurted from her, exploding and dripping down her legs and onto the floor as she cried out, tears spilling down her cheeks.

She felt so abused and violated as she felt him grip her ass harder and then she felt his member throbbing inside of her as she felt him begin to empty his juices inside of her. She hated him and hated this as more tears spilled out against the floor as she felt him pull out and then she convulsed as she felt liquid squirt out on her ass and her back. She felt and heard herself hiss with pain as some cum got inside the cuts along her wrists and it burned as she whimpered. She flushed a deep red as she felt herself slump to the floor, pain searing down her legs as a sob left her and tears spilled out. She wasn't able to move, it was too sore for her, in both her legs and her wrists and so she just laid in a heap on the floor.

She closed her eyes, filling tears well up and drip down onto the floor as she heard his words and heard him start to get dress. She kept her eyes closed, to emotionally wrecked to do anything, but stay still and hope that it was over, but she was terrified that it wasn't. She felt another sob bubble up from her throat as she heard his words and she flinched, he was going to show the whole school, and he didn't care. Even if she obeyed and listened, he'd still show it because he wanted her to learn her lesson and he didn't care how far he went to do it. She could see that now, he didn't care for her at all, he just wanted to use her and abuse her as she felt another sob leave her, more tears rolling out and down to the floor as she whimpered quietly, swallowing hard, trying to push back the terror she felt.

She was emotionally ruined, and still couldn't comprehend anything, too overwhelmed to do so as pain raced through her body, from the burning of her wrists, to the soreness of her legs and her intimate area. She felt the black shroud begin to surround her, the one that had been pushing at the edges as he had fucked her and soon, she knew no more as her eyes fluttered closed and she slumped, going completely limp against the floor as her breath left her in a slow sigh. She had fallen unconscious as the shroud moved to cover her mind and her memories, completely taking her out of the world and allowing her some peace, knowing that she couldn't remember, at least not until she gained consciousness.
 
Mark was spent after he had finished cumming. Drained physically, emotionally and mentally. To his surprise, Talia had broke and physically given out, literally passing out after he had finished fucking her. He had felt her climax as well, her tight walls clenching his rod as he body had spasmed with her orgasm, and then she'd collapsed. Mark felt some shame suddenly. Perhaps he'd gone too far, too quickly with the virginal girl. But she needed a lesson, to be taught she wasn't able to do what she wanted and get away with it. A lesson in her place in life to reset her own behavior.

Taking the phone from the still stunned student who had filmed the entire scene, Mark shooed her away and began to get dressed. After he had finished with his clothes, he removed the handcuffs from her chafed wrists and dressed Talia again. It was awkward maneuvering her unconscious body, but he was able to get her skirt and shirt on eventually. Picking her up in his arms, he carried her back up to his apartment.

Once inside, it was off with her clothes again so he could use some wet towels to clean her sweaty, bloody and cum splattered body up. Then he tucked a blanket around her nude form and placed her on the couch while he started cooking some lunch. Once she woke, he'd give her some time to recover before he knew he had to continue his training. If she thought he was weak, or she could use her loss of consciousness as a weakness, the girl was clever enough to exploit it. No, he needed to reinforce his power and keep her in her place.
 
Talia slept and was unconscious for quite some time, at least for four hours before she came to. She opened her eyes, everything around her blurry as she became aware of a sharp pain in her wrists and a dull, throbbing burn though out her lower abdomen as well as her legs. Then she got her sense of feeling and a red flush spread across her cheeks as she realized she was naked and even more so as she remembered what had happened. She cringed at the memory and tried to move, trying to turn away from him as a low, whimpering moan came from her. She was too sore to move and she felt a blanket over her as she felt her flush fade out. She looked over at him, regaining her vision and her smell as she smelt something cooking and her stomach grumbled as she bit her lower lip, that too hurt and she had remember it had cracked as she could now feel a scab over it.

She swallowed hard, she felt vulnerable being like this and being weak, and more so she felt hurt and violated, abused and hated. She turned her head away and buried it in the crook of the couch as she felt unshed tears well up once more and spill down her cheeks, another muffled whimper coming from her. She hated him and she knew that he hated her just as much as a tremor went through her, he probably knew by now, by the movements and the sounds that she was awake. How long had she even been out and how did she get here? She had been covered in blood, cum and sweat, in tears and drool, had he just laid her down on the couch and let the stuff dry and cake upon her skin? She moved her hands, and a sharp yelp came from her as she felt her chafed wrists rub against the fabric of the couch, but she was able to feel with her fingers that she was indeed clean. But how did she get that way? She shuddered to know as she kept her head turned away, a broken sob coming from her as her wrists throbbed and burned.

But more than that, she felt a sharp shame hit her, worse than any pain she had ever felt before. It was the shame that she had let him take her virginity and that she had begged for it. She could remember that well enough and another sob left her, muffled by the couch cushions. He had fucked her and he didn't care how much he had violated her, he didn't care about her as another sob came from her and tears started spilling as the shame and the regret went through her, tearing up her raw emotions and creating a new path of destruction in its wake as she sobbed into the pillows, tremors going through her. The sobs shook her slender frame and she wished now that she could go back, fight and run, do something, anything, that she could go back and not beg him at all. She felt so much shame and regret, it was terrible and it created a new sense of pain as she sobbed, her appetite soon leaving her as she shuffled and shifted into a different position, wondering what he was going to do with her now?
 
Mark heard Talia waking and started gathering her lunch. The girl was shifting on the couch and he saw the rustling of the blanket as she seemed to be examining herself. Then he heard her cries and he frowned, shaking his head. What he had done, now that the lust had passed him and he was in a more normal state of mind, had been a little rough. While he knew the girl needed to learn and this was all part of rebuilding her to respect authority, he'd crossed a number of barriers and she was definitely in a difficult emotional state. Gathering a plate with a sandwich and a cup of water, he walked into the living room and placed it on the coffee table in front of her.

"I've made you some lunch. You should eat to get your strength back," he said as he sat on the edge of couch, staring at Talia's blanket wrapped form. Her eyes were red and wet and she was fighting back her tears now that he was next to her. Reaching out, he gently caught one of her wrists and examined the chafe marks with a critical eye.

"These will heal. You have to learn to not struggle," he said and grabbed her palm, holding it softly. Reaching up, a hand touched her cheek and her fixed her with his gaze. "I know you are upset. But you've reached a point in your behavior where I have no other options. Your life is going to end in juvenile prison and then adult prison. I'm trying to help."

"Eat your food and then take a shower," he said, dropping his hand form her face. "We'll talk more when you are done. I'm going to give you very simple rules and if you obey them, you'll get rewarded. If you don't, this morning will look like an easy day. But just remember, I'm the only one who cares about you now."
 
Talia heard his footsteps and she tensed, she had seen his reaction last night to her tears and she bit her lower lip again, fighting them back again as she felt the couch move and shift as he sat down and she heard a plate clack against the table. She turned her head to face him, as a tremor went through her and her lower lip trembled with the threat of new tears as she heard his words and she felt him grab one of her wrists as she whimpered quietly in pain, looking at him, the area around her eyes wet and red as she heard his next words. She cringed as she felt him touch her cheek, thinking he'd slap her for her tears. She heard him say that he was only trying to help and a breath left her, "yeah right." She thought to herself, but didn't dare to speak her thoughts.

She blinked back tears as she nodded and swallowed hard as she moved to sit up, she was sore and just wanted to sleep some more, but now that he knew she was awake, she doubted that he would let her sleep as she reached for the water, her appetite still curbed from the realization and the shame as she drank the water. She hadn't realized how thirsty she was until drank the glass in one gulp, feeling his eyes on her as she heard his last words, that he was the only one who cared about her as she coughed and tried to fight back the tears again. It was just another lie in her life as she murmured, her voice hoarse, "you care about me?!" She shook her head, skeptical and unbelieving as she looked at the food, again, she didn't feel hungry, but knew that she should eat as she picked it up, hesitant. She didn't trust him as she took a bite, flushed suddenly as she realized that when she had sat up the blanket had fell down to her waist, revealing her chest. and she snatched it up with her free hand, a whimper of pain coming from her as she pulled it back up.

She had soon finished the sandwich, still feeling his gaze on her, she struggled to stand up, whimpers coming from her as pain seared throughout her wrists and her lower half of her body. It just reminded her of the painful truth that she was a whore as she felt tears well up again, but she didn't want to cry in front of him. She wrapped the blanket around herself and walked to the bathroom, shutting and locking the door. She allowed the blanket to fall to the floor as she stepped into the shower, after allowing the water to warm up. It felt wonderful, but it made her hiss when the water splashed against her wrists, burning the wounds before the pain stopped and she was able to just relax in the shower, the warm water, melting away the pain as she sighed and leaned against the wall, letting the tears fall as the shame enveloped her again.

She had finished and stepped out, feeling better than before as she wrapped a towel tightly around herself and then took the blanket as an extra precaution as she wrapped that around her as well and then stepped out of the bathroom. She looked at him, suddenly nervous, what did he want her to do, or want to talk about with her? She made her way to him and sat down, a good foot away from him, nervous and hesitant as she looked at him, watching him and waiting.
 
Mark was looking at his phone when Talia re-entered the room after her shower. She seemed in much better shape after cleaning herself up, but still regarded him warily, as if expecting him to pounce at her at any time. Mark gave her a friendly grin instead and flipped the phone so she could see it.

"I was just watching the video of you begging me to fuck you," he said casually as he let her scene the raw footage of her being fucked from earlier in the day. "It's quite hot. I think a lot of people would love to see it. But, have no fear, if you obey me and are a good little slave, this will all stay between us. Oh, look at you orgasm there.. that wasn't faked I can tell!"

Putting the phone back in his pocket, he gave her a reassuring smile. She'd been through a lot and he knew she was likely on the verge of crying, so he decided to avoid any physical training for now.

"You don't have to hate it, you know. You can let yourself enjoy it when I fuck you. I know you orgasm," he said in a low voice. "You are mine now. You understand that? Mine to use and do what I want to. You exist to please me and serve me. Once you've proven to me you can do that, I'll send you home. Until then, I'm going to keep teaching you. And I'm very, very patient."

Letting his words sink in, Mark stood up and snapped his fingers.

"Now, get dressed. Skirt, shirt and some heels. Because you were a good little slut this morning, although you cried way too much, I'm going to reward you and take you shopping. Would you like that?"
 
Talia saw his smile and she then saw the video as she flushed and turned her head away, shame once again engulfing her. She felt miserable and upset, her lower lip trembling with shame as tears threatened again. Not only had she begged, but she had orgasmed, had enjoyed it and she felt tears slip out as she heard his mocking words. One word popped out at her, slave. He wanted her to be his slave, she knew she didn't have a choice, but she didn't like the idea as she murmured, "I'm a whore like my father told me I'd become." She was speaking softly, only to herself as she felt more tears spilled down her cheeks as she heard his next words and listened, she wanted to go home and just forget this entire trip, but he wasn't going to let her go until she'd become the obedient slave her had mentioned before.

She turned her attention to him when he stood up and snapped his fingers, suggesting a shopping spree. She swiped the tears away as she nodded and murmured, "yes i would like that, but I don't have any money, and why don't you take someone you care about? Liked the girl who filmed for you, you care about her, much more than you care about me anyway?" She couldn't help herself, some fire had returned to her voice, but her voice was hoarse, barely crawling above a whisper as she spoke and she coughed into the crook of her arm as she stood up and clutching the blanket and the towel, she turned and went to find her clothes, putting on a skirt, shirt and her high heels as she made her way back to him and looked at him, speaking quietly, so as to not make her throat worse, "I'm ready."
 
Mark shook his head at her comment about him not liking her and spoke up. "That other girl means nothing to me. Only you have the privilege of belonging to me. Allowing you to please me is indication enough of how much I 'like' you. Now get dressed."

When Talia returned, Mark examined her with a critical eye. "Stand up straight. Don't look me in the eye unless I speak to you. Hands at your sides."

He circled her, eying her body in the tight clothing and her long legs that poked out from beneath her short skirt. From behind her, he placed one hand on her inner thigh and slid it up under her skirt slowly to cup her sex. He moved his fingers through her folds expertly, probing and teasing her as she squirmed before him. "Good.. no underwear. At least you remember instructions now. I know you are still sore from earlier today, but I'll give you a reward of another cum if you behave on our shopping trip. But for now.. I need you to do carry something for me."

Mark reached up and pressed her head down until her hands gripped the couch and she was bent over, his other hand still holding her by her crotch with the fingers sliding through her lips. Pulling her skirt up to her waist, he bared her ass and stepped away from her to grab some a toy and a bottle of lube.

"Your ass is exquisite. So firm and spankable. You'll learn to love it when I fuck you there," he said casually as he coated a finger with lube. Spreading her ass cheek, Mark took the finger and gently started to coat her puckered ring with the cool lube. Circling her taboo hole gently, he kept increasing pressure slowly and then slipped his finger into her ass, fucking her with it slowly. "Yes.. I bet that feels good, doesn't it? For now, though, I want to get you stretched out."

Sliding his finger out, Mark covered the small butt plug he had retrieved with a healthy coating of lube. He pressed the tip of the rubber bulb shaped toy against her asshole and started to slowly slide it into her with a twisting motion.

"That's it.. take a deep breath, exhale and relax," he coaxed her until it slipped into her and was buried to its flared base. Wiping his hands with a towel he had brought, Mark pulled her up to stand before him. "I want you to keep that in you while we shop today. It'll get you ready for my cock and be a nice reminder that you are my slave. Understand?"

"Now, let's go shopping. I'll pay for your new clothes," he said with a smirk as he tucked her leash into his pocket to use later.
 
Prince of Smut said:
Mark shook his head at her comment about him not liking her and spoke up. "That other girl means nothing to me. Only you have the privilege of belonging to me. Allowing you to please me is indication enough of how much I 'like' you. Now get dressed."

When Talia returned, Mark examined her with a critical eye. "Stand up straight. Don't look me in the eye unless I speak to you. Hands at your sides."

He circled her, eying her body in the tight clothing and her long legs that poked out from beneath her short skirt. From behind her, he placed one hand on her inner thigh and slid it up under her skirt slowly to cup her sex. He moved his fingers through her folds expertly, probing and teasing her as she squirmed before him. "Good.. no underwear. At least you remember instructions now. I know you are still sore from earlier today, but I'll give you a reward of another cum if you behave on our shopping trip. But for now.. I need you to do carry something for me."

Mark reached up and pressed her head down until her hands gripped the couch and she was bent over, his other hand still holding her by her crotch with the fingers sliding through her lips. Pulling her skirt up to her waist, he bared her ass and stepped away from her to grab some a toy and a bottle of lube.

"Your ass is exquisite. So firm and spankable. You'll learn to love it when I fuck you there," he said casually as he coated a finger with lube. Spreading her ass cheek, Mark took the finger and gently started to coat her puckered ring with the cool lube. Circling her taboo hole gently, he kept increasing pressure slowly and then slipped his finger into her ass, fucking her with it slowly. "Yes.. I bet that feels good, doesn't it? For now, though, I want to get you stretched out."

Sliding his finger out, Mark covered the small butt plug he had retrieved with a healthy coating of lube. He pressed the tip of the rubber bulb shaped toy against her asshole and started to slowly slide it into her with a twisting motion.

"That's it.. take a deep breath, exhale and relax," he coaxed her until it slipped into her and was buried to its flared base. Wiping his hands with a towel he had brought, Mark pulled her up to stand before him. "I want you to keep that in you while we shop today. It'll get you ready for my cock and be a nice reminder that you are my slave. Understand?"

"Now, let's go shopping. I'll pay for your new clothes," he said with a smirk as he tucked her leash into his pocket to use later.
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Talia returned shortly and heard his sharp command, she flushed indignantly, wanting to tell him to go fuck himself, but the dull pain in her wrists reminded her of how much power he had and how much he could do to her if she disobeyed. She shivered at the memory, hating it and hating him as she looked down and put her hands by her side. She felt him circling her and she grew nervous again, trembling slightly. She knew what he was capable of and knew the consequences if she messed up or did something wrong. Her heart squeezed with panic as her breath hitched again, she couldn't help it, after earlier this morning. She whimpered out, still trembling, "please don't hurt me anymore, please." She had heard his words and she flushed, she didn't want to cum or orgasm as he had said, it made her feel like a whore, a slut and she swallowed hard as she heard his comment that he needed her to carry something for him. She jolted, feeling his fingers rubbing through her lips, causing another whimper of pain, she was still sore down there as she felt him suddenly push her down. She put out her hands, her breathing hitched again, was he going to fuck her again? Hurt her worse than he had before. She felt fear and panic as he bent her over the couch and she squirm, a violent trembling overcoming her.

She felt him suddenly spread her ass cheeks and her eyes widened, he was going to take her anal virginity now? She felt him coating the hole withe some liquid gel and she whimpered again terror feeling her, the urge to flee and run as strong as ever. She then felt him slip a finger inside of her as she moaned and whimpered. It was uncomfortable, things weren't meant to go in, they were meant to go out and she squirmed as she felt him pull it out and heard his words as she shuddered, hearing something behind her, she wanted to turn and look, but feared she'd be punished for that.

Then she felt the tip of a decent sized toy slipping inside of her and she let out a yelp, a burning pain starting in her hole as he stretched out the sensitive ring of muscles. The lube helped to ease the pain marginally but she felt a trickle of blood roll down her cheek and the backside of her thigh. She felt tears roll down her cheeks as she squirmed and felt it slide all the way in as she shivered at the feel of it inside of her. She didn't like it, things were meant to go out and not in as she heard his words as she exhaled, but her breathing was shaky.

She heard his words and she trembled, wiping the tears away, she stood up awkwardly, her legs spread out as she tried to shut them. There was pressure back there that hadn't been there before and so she was still tight, her muscles clenching as she asked, her voice shaky and cracked, still hoarse, "what if I need to go number 2, M..........Mas.......Master?" She hated the word, but figured, it was better to say it if it earned her brownie points than to no.

She tested out walking with it in as she hobbled, whimpering slightly at the awkward way she walked. She wasn't used to it and wanted it out as she murmured, "can't we just take it out, please?" She had managed to walk over to him as she bit her lower lip and chewed on it. She was nervous and hated this as she looked at him, worried he'd be angry about her suggestion to take it out.
 
"What if you have to go number 2?" Mark repeated, a mocking tone in his voice. "You aren't a child, remove it and go. Then make sure you replace it."

A sharp slap on her ass cheek followed when she asked about taking it out.

"Call me master, and no, you can't take it out until you've behaved well. Removing it will be your little reward. Now come, I'm treating you to a shopping trip and we don't have much time," he ordered sternly as he cupped her ass and pushed her from the room ahead of him. She seemed to be growing used to the strange object in her ass and as they walked through the school, her gait seemed to return to normal. Soon, he suspected she might even forget it was there.

Mark led her to his car and started to drive her to a nearby mall. While shopping truly was on his agenda, he also was planning on using the public excursion as another training session. He wanted to get her to obey him at all times, including in public. With the short skirt and tight top that highlighted her bra-less breasts, she'd attract plenty of attention and he was craving some spectators for some of the tasks he was going to require of her.

Once inside the mall, Mark led her to a lingerie store. It was a little more crass than a Victoria's Secret and he walked through it with her at his side as he examined the array of thongs, body suits, negligees and see-through garments. An attractive women soon approached, eager to help in their selection.

"I'd like to buy her some new thongs.. can you get us something small and preferably see-through? And perhaps a bodysuit as well? Also transparent. And maybe one of those bras with the nipples cut out... don't you think that would be sexy, Talia?" Mark said, tone casual. The woman scurried to gather the items and Mark handed the clothes to Talia outside the dressing room.

"Now be a good girl and try these on, perhaps the thong and bra first? Come out and show them to us, as I want the store assistant's expert opinion as well."
 
Talia flushed as he mocked her and she yelped when he slapped her ass and she heard his words as she looked down, shuffling forward as he pushed her from the room, she tried to walk. It was awkward and painful as she shuffled on her feet, feeling it move with her movements, causing her to shudder. She hated it, but soon, her walk had returned to normal, even though she could still feel it deep inside of her as she walked to his car with her. It was hard to feel anticipation especially after what he had done to her this morning as she got in the car and rode with him to the mall. Sitting on her butt seemed to only lodge the toy more firmly in place as she looked at him and got out with him as they arrived at the mall.

She followed him in and he led her to a lingerie store, her eyes widened and she flushed, wishing she didn't have to be seen with him or even be in a lingerie store as she stumbled forward by his side. She saw all the pieces he was looking at and she flushed a darker red as an assistant approached her and Mark told her what they'd be looking at, she protested as she muttered, "But.........I don't like those things, M......Master." She hated saying it in public and she felt humiliated as she took the clothes from him. She heard his words and she whimpered as she nodded, she knew that this was a bad idea and she should have said no to the shopping trip, but now it was too late. She reluctantly went into the changing room and dressed in the thong and the bra first. She shuddered at her reflection and you could easily see the toy in her butt from the thong. She didn't want to go out and face them, and she was trying to prolong the inevitable, but she soon opened the door and stepped out, flushing again as she moved her hands to try to hide herself and to stumble behind the corner of the wall so that none of the customers in the store could see her.
 
Mark had grinned when Talia called him master in front of the assistant. The woman caught the term and a sly smile crept to her face as well as she glanced at Talia with new interest. She certainly got the look that Mark was seeking and the items she picked out were scandalously erotic, clothing worn only to fuck or as fetish props. Slut wear.

Talia emerged from the dressing room with such embarrassment that Mark had to smile. The young girl was too awkward in her manner to show off the outfit properly. But, it was almost more amusing for Mark to see her fruitless attempt to cover herself and try to retain some modesty. Despite her efforts, the girl's lithe figure and curves were quite pleasing. The thong was micro small, all string except for a triangle of nearly see-through mesh that clearly showed that Talia was completely shaven. The cleft at the top of her slit was clearly visible as a darker line. The bra was all string as well, with small triangles of cloth in the front that barely covered Talia's breasts. And of course, with circles cut out her pink nipples, hard from the air conditioned store, were exposed. It was almost worse than being naked.

"Hands at your side and shoulders back, slave," ordered Mark firmly as he walked up to her. Taking her should, he spun her around to inspect her ass. The shop assistant, standing nearby, let out a gasp as she saw the base of the butt plug visible in the crack of Talia's rear.

"Oh my god... she has a plug in!" the woman said, giggling. "Is she really... your slave?"

"Yes," replied Mark casually. He reached down and cupped one of the firm globes of Talia's ass, squeezing it and setting it to jiggling with a little spank.

"Wow... what a slut," said the store assistant, eying Talia with a little more boldness. "Will she do anything you say?"

Mark spun Talia around and stared at her.

"Answer her, slave," he asked, a grin on his face. "Will you do anything I say?"
 
Talia caught the glimpse and she shivered as she blushed a darker red, she felt miserable and humiliated beyond anything, just wishing this day to be over with. She didn't know which was worse, being filmed and tortured or being in a store with very little on, but the bra and panties which didn't cover much. She heard his words and she flinched, wanting to resist and outright refuse him, but she knew it'd be worse for her. She tried to shuffled behind the wall as he walked up to her after she had put her hands down and her shoulders back as she trembled and flushed a deeper red with embarrassment and humiliation. She felt him turn her around and she heard a gasp as she swallowed hard, only able to imagine what they saw.

Yet, her fears were confirmed when the assistant spoke up and she heard laughter. She wished she could just die as she bit her lower lip, still in a fragile state from this morning as she trembled again, afraid he would punish her here in the store. She felt him slap her ass again and she cringed at the name that the assistant referred to her by. She was a dark red and wished the floor could swallow her up as she felt him spin her back around as she again cringed at the name. She hated the man as she bit her lower lip and glanced down, when they both asked her that question, she murmured, "No...I don't want to..." She slapped a hand over her mouth and then quickly murmured, hoping he wouldn't punish her as badly as he had done this morning, "I mean....yes..I will.." She kept her hand over her mouth, her eyes wide and her cheeks a dark red behind her hands, as she looked at Mark fearfully, a slight tremble going through her.
 
"There, you heard her," Mark said, brushing a lock of Talia's hair back gently as he studied her face. "That's good, pet. Very good. She's still in training, but trying so hard."

Talia's public submission was making Mark more aroused than he expected. While bending a sub to his will was always fun, there was something about them abasing themselves in such a shameless manner in front of others that made the power exchange even more delicious. Perhaps it was having a witness, like the ogling store assistant, or perhaps it was taking something that could be a private and personal act and making it a public declaration that gave him an extra thrill.

She was his and willing to admit it to a complete strange.

Granted, he could tell from her stiff pose and the flash of her eyes that she wasn't enjoying this. Even her initial, faltering response betrayed that she was tormented by his dominance, rather than embracing it like he desired. Given everything he had done to her, Mark suspected she hated him. Particularly since she was such a willful and bratty girl to begin with, lashing out at authority with her every action. Mark had become the personification of that hateful authority, no doubt, a cruel force that was inexorably chaining her and binding her to his will.

"Let's show her what a good little slut you are," Mark murmured and reached up to grab a fistful of her hair. Tugging it down hard, her jaw jerked up as he slid behind her. He took his free arm and slid his forearm around her neck. She was so small compared to his muscular frame, Mark knew she'd feel helpless, heightened by fear that her breath was threatened to be cut off at any time by the arm pressing into her throat. He wanted to remind her how powerless she was. "Go ahead... touch her."

The store assistant's eyes widened in shock, but they narrowed quickly as she eyed Talia's almost naked form squirming slightly before her. Her pink tongue darted out and she licked her lips slowly as she let her gaze slide slowly down Talia's form, thinking. Finally, she took a quick glance around the store to ensure that none of the handful of customers had clear line of sight to the changing rooms.

"Ok... I guess... let's see how slutty you are," the woman said with a grin as she stared into Talia's eyes. Her fingers reached out and brushed Talia's smooth stomach as she stepped closer, her body inches from Talia's own. The slow circles on Talia's belly diverged, one hand gliding up to tease a breast, while the other slid lower until her fingers dived under the waistband of Talia's thong. "I bet you like this, don't you?"

The fingers on Talia's breast orbited her exposed nipples, getting closer and closer as they brushed on the thin fabric of her bra, until finally she was rubbing that hardening nub between her thumb and forefinger. Soon the rubbing turned to a gentle squeezing and tugging motion, as if milking the young girl's bud. The other hand slipped downward in a maddeningly slow pace, over the bare skin above Talia's slit until the question fingers slid home to cup the helpless girl's bare mound. Her middle finger glided through Talia's petals, sliding in the furrow of the girl's lips, as her palm rubbed against the hood that covered Talia's clit.

"Tell me," the woman said, breathing a little heavier and eyes glazing with lust and power. "Do you like this? Getting teased by a strange woman in a public store? Being fingered by her?"

At the last comment, her middle finger curled up and slid into Talia's entrance, pushing deep into her hot and tight hole.
 
Talia blushed as she felt his fingers graze her hair and she wanted to jerk away from him. To turn back into the room and get dressed, to leave with the little dignity she had left as she shot him a glare. She hated him more than ever as she heard his next words to show the woman how good she was. Her eyes widened and she tried to take a step back but she felt his hand grab and tangle in her hair too quickly, tugging it down as she yelped, her eyes coming to face the ceiling as she felt his forearm slide around her throat. Her eyes bulged with panic, was he going to choke her here in the store? She squirmed, unable to move for fear that he would cut off her air and her breath. She tried to take shallow breaths, feeling panic as she heard his words, telling the store assistant to go ahead and touch her and she felt a tremor to go through her. She hated this as she squirmed, helpless to stop it. She didn't want a complete stranger touching her, not a woman, she was straight, not bisexual or a lesbian as she squirmed, a strained whimper coming from her as she felt the woman's fingers against her torso and she jerked, a shiver going through her as she felt one hand go up towards her breast and another down towards her slit.

She felt humiliated and hated this, as she felt the woman's hand circling her breasts over and over again until they came to the nipple. They begin to rub it, as she felt it hardening. She whimpered again, squirming as she felt her hand cup her bare mound after making its slow progress as she felt her fingers slide up through the folds of her clit. She let out a strained moan and shook her head in response to the question as she felt herself getting wet, another moan coming from her as she felt her lower lip tremble. She felt tears pool up at the corner of her eyes and felt them roll down, making a trail to her ears as she moaned and squirmed, feeling her finger curl up inside of her and she felt violated and used as she kept her breathing shallow, her eyes still facing the ceiling as Mark's hand remained firmly around her throat and remained tangled and gripping her hair as she moaned, helpless to stop the assault and wishing she'd said no to the trip. This wasn't a reward, it was more punishment, he wasn't even going to let her shop for anything she wanted and she felt betrayal. He had lied to her, he had said this trip would be a reward, but it wasn't, she felt more tears squeeze out and drip down her face as she whimpered and moaned, getting more wet and her nipple hardening as she squirmed, helplessly.
 
"I think she likes it... Look at her squirming. She's getting so wet, practically dripping onto my hand," the shopkeeper murmured, a hungry smile on her face as her eyes started to glaze with lust. She was a tall, blonde woman with a curvy body, likely in her late twenties and from her expression, she was suddenly finding the feeling of power she had over Talia, granted by Mark, addictively intoxicating.

Her finger started to pump in and out of Talia's hot hole while her thumb fluttered back and forth against the trapped girl's clit. The hand on Talia's nipples was tugging harder now, alternating between the two nubs and squeezing at the end of each pull. With Mark behind her, forearm around Talia's throat and hand gripping her hair, and the shopkeeper in front of her, the half-dressed teenager was helpless to escape the blonde's attentions.

Mark found the scene hot as well and he rubbed the growing bulge in his jeans against Talia's firm ass to let her know his appreciation.

"Why don't we take her into the dressing room and she can show you how good she is with that tongue?" suggested Mark with a grin. Tugging Talia away, he moved the helpless girl into a room as the shopkeeper followed. He forced Talia down onto her knees as the shopkeeper hiked up her dress and pulled off her thong before sitting down on the small bench and spreading her legs wide. Her slit was already wet with her arousal, her lips puffy and pink with not a scrap of hair visible around them. Using Talia's hair, Mark forced the girl's face between the shopkeeper's creamy thighs.

"Lick her, toy, show her how good you are with your tongue," he order, giving one of Talia's ass cheeks a sharp crack with his free hand to spur her to action.
 
Talia grimaced and flushed at the words of the shopkeeper, wanting to protest, but what could she say with her body reacting this way? She whimpered and moaned, though, they came out strained from the arm being wrapped securely around her throat and the hand tangled in her hair. She whimpered and moaned again as she begin to pump her finger rapidly as her thumb fluttered at her clit and she became more aroused, her juices dripping more heavily as she squirmed, yelping as her fingers pulled harder on her nipples, and then to make things worse she felt Mark grinding against her ass as she flushed again in humiliation. Her eyes widened as she heard his words and she tried to shake her head, but she only whimpered as he tugged her into a dressing room and the shopkeeper followed as she watched her sit down and spread her legs after removing her thong.

She was forced onto her knees and she tried again to shake her head, she didn't want to do this, no, no, no. She was straight, no bisexual, not even interested in girls as she yelped when he pushed her head between the shopkeepers legs by her hair. She whimpered when she felt a sharp slap on her ass cheek and she flushed as she whimpered, trembling slightly as she felt tears well up in her eyes and she suddenly wished she had never bullied, and had been straight and narrow. She wouldn't be here now if she had, and she felt the tears rolling down her cheeks again as she made a face at the smell and she knew if she didn't do it, he'd punish her severely as she hung her head, trying to decide. She knew that if she didn't he might possibly take her anal virginity right here and now as she flushed red at the thought, tears rolling down her cheeks as she looked up, coming to a decision.

She leaned forward, shuddering as she stuck her tongue out and begin to lick at the shopkeeper's clit as she gagged at the sudden taste of it, wanting to pull back and retreat, but she was utterly trapped with mark behind her and the blonde in front of her, she had no where to run. And she knew if she tried, she would only be punished severely as she forced herself to keep licking, gagging and whimpering in humiliation, wishing she could just escape this as tears rolled down her cheeks. She hated this and wished she had just said no to the shopping trip, this wasn't a reward, it was a punishment and she knew that he wouldn't even take her into any shops that she liked, he would just drag her into shops he wanted her to go into and would punish her and humiliate her more in front of strangers and shopkeepers that she didn't know. She kept licking, gagging again, but eventually she adjusted to the taste and soon was just licking her, tears rolling down her face and dripping onto her own thighs as she was on her knees, whimpering and flushed a dark red with humiliation.
 
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