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Breaking a pet

"Well, overdoing it is the issue. That's why we need to practice." He moved onto the bed more fully, gazing at her. "You'll have to try and limit yourself a bit, and if I start to react too strongly, you'll have to back off it. What you want is for the power to accentuate the pleasure, but not push into uncontrollable levels."

He sighed, reclining on the bed. "Tonight, I want you to please me as you would like. You know how you can bring me pleasure; I want you to do what you want, what you think will please me, and what will please you, too. This is to see what you've learned today, as much as it is to practice your magic."

He reached out and stroked her arm gently, encouraging her. "So, Kaura," he murmured. "How do you want to start?"
 
She smiled slightly, amused at the prospect of being taught magic by a man who had all the magical potential as a tree stump. It was an overly simplified Wya of explaining advanced magic, much like saying running a hundred miles was just a matter of always taking the next step.

All the same, she smiled as his arm warked across her arm. She leaned in and gave him an affectionate kiss on his forehead, smiling as a leg looped over his waite, and she climbed on, blushing slightly as he groin poised just above his. "If you'll ecxcuse me, my tongue is rather tired.." She whispered, and gently began rocking her hips, slowly running herself across his shaft, but not entering just yet. She sparked her magic, the glow entering her eyes, and began to send waves of amplified sensation across him, gentle for now, but enough to make an otherwise mundane act of sexuality seem far more pleasurable than it ever would without.
 
He gasped at the sensation, both of her nether lips stroking and stimulating him, drawing him from semi-rigid to full hardness. And then she sent the spark of pleasure through him, making him arch his back. "A little gentler!" he gasped, "but better!"

His hands clenched at the bedclothes as she moved over him, leaning to look down at him, and he gazed up at her face, her beautiful, literally-pixieish face, the intensity in her glowing eyes. He couldn't remember the last time someone looked at him with those kind of eyes, glowing or not. He shivered again, from a sensation that had nothing to do with his genitals, but was still all about pleasure.

She deserved what pleasure he could offer her, for what she'd achieved today, but he resisted. He kept himself still, letting her work to please him, letting her set the pace of their interaction, of their lovemaking. He knew she needed to learn this, to do this, and he wanted to be there, to be the one she learned it with. He found he wanted to be the one, with a specificity and intensity that he did not expect. He would be disturbed about it later; for the moment, he was awash in the emotions she was inspiring in him.
 
She heard him gasp as she moved, sparking to life the pleasure once more. At his instruction she backed it off, letting it fade to a gentle sdtirring that only served to make the current sensations more promounced. She kept her lips moving, grinding gently over hin as he stiffened to fully hard.

She smiled down at his, her face tender and her eyes full of passion and wamth. She teased him for a little longer, groaning softly as the thick head of his cock slid across her clit, sending waves of pleasure washing over her. It was torture for her as well, and after a moment she drew back, letting his cock rise as she positioned herself above him, pressing the point of his cock to her wet entrance.

She leaned it before she moved her hips, and pressed her lips to his, kissing him with passion as her eyes drifted shut, and her hips began moving forward, driving him deep inside of her once more.
 
His lips flexed against hers, hungrier than he was comfortable admitting, then he moaned in ecstasy as she slid herself onto him. His shaft wasn't as tender as it had been around lunchtime, but it was still sensitive enough that the squeeze of her around him was tinged with discomfort, and that somehow made it more arousing. Not the pain, but really the idea that she had fucked him well enough already today that he was sore from it.

He let her engulf him, and at this point, he couldn't be sure how much of the sensation singing through his nerves was her magic and how much was her exquisite body working him. She gripped him with her internal muscles like she'd been doing it all her life, and her body ground against him with a passion and an energy that belied her experience. Every touch from her was gently arousing, and again, he couldn't be sure of the source of that. His own sluggishly waking emotions could be interfering with how he was perceiving her magic.

But either way, it was glorious. "Oh, yes... yes, Kaura. That's it..." he murmured, panting already as she worked her body over him.
 
He was enjoying it, and that was enough to draw another long moan from Kaura. She pushed herself completely down on him, wincing slightly as her maidenhead tore yet again. She clenched around him to ease the momentary pain, before she began to rock.

She moved slowly, savoring every inch of his length as it slid in and out. Her arousal already made her more than wet enough. She found even staring down at her Master heightened her lust. His dark and toned body was decorated with old scars that almost seem to emphasise his masculinity, and her eyes traced over him lustfully before settling on his handsome face once more. He was rugged and hardened, but those sharp eyes... Dark brown and bright, they shined with lust now, and she found herself loving that she was able to coax such an expression onto his face. "Master..." She groaned lustfully, her eyes drifting shut for a moment, arching slightly as she fucked him, picking up the pace a bit now. She panted with him, mixing with the moans that echoed through the cabin. "Fuck.... Master...." She groaned again. pushing herself up until she was verticle once more, and put her hands on his cock for balence as she began to move, bouncing up and down on him, her breasts jutting at each impact.
 
He couldn't help himself; he had to reach up and grasp those lovely breasts, massaging them as she bounced, his fingers slipping across the tender flesh, thumbs teasing at her passion-stiffened nipples. "That's it, my gorgeous little slave, that's it, fuck me, fuck me hard. Squeeze me inside you, milk me with your body, that's right..."

He panted hard, already, feeling her body move so intensely over him. He knew she was, in many ways, giving herself over to him, specifically, not just getting used to the demands of her new life. And he did love the contrast, his darker-toned skin against her creamy pale, her long golden hair cascading about her; she was like a goddess of the moon, luminously pale, and he a sun-browned creature of the earth, blessed with her favors... but with each bounce, her collar slid against her skin, growing slick as she began to perspire in her effort and arousal. And that collar meant he owned this goddess, this glorious woman. The strangeness and delight of that thought made him stiffen inside her even more.

"V-very good," he managed to gasp. "But you'd best move on to the next step before I start to lose my self-control. I know you enjoyed exploring before, but now you're nominally in command," he said as he slid his hands down from her breasts and reaching over her thighs to grip at her ass cheeks, giving the hint to what he was talking about.
 
He was enjoying it, staring up at her as she moved, his hands rubbing and sqeezing her bouncing breasts. That alone was enough to make her moan happily, her hips never losing their beat even as he began talking, his words sending shivers running down her spine. She loved to be called his slave like this, loved it far more than she could. She was overly aware of the collar around her throat, the symbol of his ownership of her.

Kaura groaned as he grabbed her ass cheek, gripping it firmly. She knew what he wanted, and she wanted it too. A few more pumps to get his cock nice and slick, and she pulled him out, whimpering softly at the loss of sensation, before lining him up with her puckered ass. She pushed down firmly, letting the pointed tip slide inside of her with a soft moan. "Oh... Fuck....." She whimpered. "Do you want your dirty, lovely little fuck-slave to ride you Master? To take you all the way inside my ass, like the butt-slut I am?"
 
"Yes, my slut, fuck yourself on me..." he gasped, tingling to the sound of her calling herself those names. Just this morning... but what a difference a day had made. He felt her squeeze, and couldn't keep his moan inside. "Oh, Gods, that's right! Oh, my slave, my butt-slut, that's right, ram that ass of yours onto my cock, feel me up inside you... shit, you don't need magic, you're incredible..."

His hands went back to her breasts, and in his passion, he found himself plucking at her nipples with some ferocity. As soon as he realized, this, however, he did it harder, grabbing those tender nipples and squeezing, pulling and twisting just slightly. It wasn't with an intent to damage, just a little bit of discomfort, an edge of pain, but he knew she'd react to this, react well. And he wanted to give her... no, that couldn't be it. He wanted to make sure she could connect her pleasure to her pain. That must have been it, that must be his motivation. He shouldn't care about her pleasure, not anymore, that was yesterday.

So it was training that made him twist her nipples, then draw back his hands and start to slap her juddering breasts, first one than the other, little stinging slaps as she swirled him so excellently, so gloriously, inside her tight and supple rear, pleasuring him in the most fundamental manner possible. Yes, training, that was it.
 
It hurt to push him inside her, but perhaps it was the masochist side that made her love it all the more. She groaned softly, pushing until he was buried completely inside of her. It felt amazing, a whole world of new and exciting sensations were awakened to her by this man. She found herself not only accepting her life as a slave, but eagerly anticipating where her Captain would lead her. Even if she could, she wouldn't go back to her lonely life, that part of her was forever shattered, and in its place this new and more passionate world was rising.

She gazed down at her Master, pumping on him as he grabbed her breasts, and as he pinched her nipples she threw back her head and moaned loudly, letting go of every barrier and restriction that had been forced on her as an Elf.

He slapped her breasts, and she moaned in dilight, swirling herself on his cock, pumping and grinding. His words were like music to her, driving her on, lustfully forward toward both of their pleasure.
 
"Hands behind your head," he gasped, "put your hands like presentation pose, my slut. I want to see your gorgeous tits thrust out while you fuck your own filthy whore ass on my thick cock!" He did get a charge out of using those words with her, which was unusual, because normally when he worked with a slave in training, verbal abuse was part of the standard routine, and he felt nothing unusual. Oh, there was pleasure involved, but it didn't give him any particular kick. But here, with Kaura, knowing she was getting off on it, on hearing those words coming from him, from him specifically -- that was an extra pleasure. Just like his continued abuse of her gorgeous breasts.

He felt his orgasm start to tingle at the base of his cock, once again. Her rectum gripped him like a fist, sliding tightly up and down his length, and spurred him onward. He could engage in some meditation, take his mind off the pleasure, make her work for it for a while, but he wasn't sure he wanted to, really. It's not like making her work longer would really actually improve her performance at all; she was already giving as much as she could, he could tell, and so he considered just letting go, letting the pleasure overtake him...
 
His order was clear, called out in the heat of passion, and she was only too willing to obey. Her hands moved behind her head, and she pushed her chest out. Her breasts bounced with her every thrust, and with her Captains every painful slap. She bit her lip against the pleasure, feeling the rising of her orgasm, and she panted against it, moaning loudly. "What can this dirty fucking butt-slut do to make her master cum?" She gasped, feeling her body tense in anticipation of her orgasm.

It was glorious, every sounds, ever word, every sensation. She drank it in, the flavor of lovemaking, of their lovemaking. By now her hips were grinding and pumping over him madly, her muscles clenching tightly around him. It was only her races advanced balence that kept her poised perfectly above him.
 
"You want me to come?" he growled, grabbing her breasts and squeezing hard, fingers digging in. "Then take me with you. Come for me with your ass impaled on my dick, my gorgeous whore!"

His hips began to rise, flexing almost without his conscious will, to try to thrust deeper, to meet her movements. He was close, it was true, and it would have been so easy to just let go, to pop off into her greedy, sucking little body. But he'd already come to appreciate how she quaked in orgasm, how she moaned in the height of her passion. And he wanted to drive home the pleasures of servitude.
 
Kaura gasped slightly as he gripped her breasts, growling hs command as his fingers dug into her tender flesh. "Yes... Master..." She managed to pant, shaking slightly as she pumped, gasping, panting, groaning with every bounce and plunge.

It wouldn't take long for her to come, her pleasure was already there at it's peak. Her head tilted back as she groaned, her chest jutted forward by the position of her arms, and she arched as she released her control.

Pleasure overtook her quickly, and her eyes went wide as the shooting waves of ecstasy overtook her, her internal muscles clenching her Master's body firmly. She gasped his title again, and there it was. She tensed, spasmed, and came.. An orgasm like this was so wonderfully different from the first she encountered, pain from her abused breasts and ass intensifying the bliss she was in. Her body responded well to it, shivering, clenching on his cock as she milked him for his wonderful cum... Glorious and passionate spasms, and she cried out his title again, gasping as she came down, but didn't move from her position until he ordered her to.
 
He loved the way she gasped "Master!" just as she tensed and clenched around him, squeezing him in that incredible elven body, so similar and yet so different in tiny ways from the human girls he'd trained. He couldn't hold back, he swelled and throbbed and spurted, loosing what little semen he'd rebuilt deep into her body again. His hands clenched as his body tensed in exquisite pain as he poured his entire self up into her.

When he came down, when his visison cleared, he saw her still above him, still shaking in her own aftermath, but still, all the same, keeping her fingers laced behind her head. "Amazing," he breathed. "Come down here. Relax," he said, drawing her to the bed beside him, letting his softening cock slip free of the grip of her anus. He wrapped his arms around her and held her close.

"I want to ask," he said quietly, his chin nuzzling against her hair, "but I don't want a lecture, but... how different is your feeling this evening than when you woke up this morning?" It was an authentic query, and something he really was curious about.
 
She was grateful when he let her sink down onto the bed with him. His softened cock slid free of her easily, and she looped a leg around him as she nuzzled her head gently under him chin, sighing softly as his arms wrapped around her tenderly.

His question made her think, and she took a moment to consider. "Honestly, Master..." She started slowly. "I was scared and lonely when I woke up this morning, being alone is not easy, even for an Elf. Now I feel...More settled." She curled in close, pulling at him gently as she struggled to keep any kind of emotion from entering her tone. "I feel safer here with you Master."

She stayed silent a moment, before pulling back slightly, just enough to meet his eyes timidly. "If I might ask a question of my own, Master..." She swallowed, and tensed ever so slightly, as if expecting some form of a punishment for her inquiry. "What is you name, your real name, Master?"
 
"I'm glad you feel more settled, and safer. Ideally, it can be a safer life, in many ways, albeit risky in others. But I daresay you'll never find it too boring." He lapsed into silence as well, and they just lay in each other's arms, recovering, for a moment. Then she asked her question.

"We are conversing casually, so of course you can ask. And you approached the subject well, so even if we weren't being casual, it would still most likely not give offense to a Master," he said softly, educating before answering. "So good job. And my name is Janek. Well, there's a lot of clan identifiers, family line, all that, everyone has that, at least in Scythia, but the only name that's mine is Janek." He chuckled a bit. "Pleased to meet you, Kaura."

"The question of names does bring up something, though." He sqeezed her. "Not titles, we've been through all that. No, this is more about YOUR name. At least in public." He angled his head to look down at her. "We both know your real name is Kaura. But slaves are often given working names, or are renamed by their Masters. All the girls are operating under temporary slave names, like Sweet Tits or Tight Cunt or Hot Mouth. For the duration of the voyage, or until they earn a different one, those ARE their names, you see, at least as far as anyone other than themselves is concerned."

"And that brings up the fact that I haven't named you yet."
 
She relaxed again when she saw he wasn't going to punish her, smiling slightly as he revealed his name. He continued without pause, and she listened carefully. She had noticed the other slavegirl had been renamed when they were touring the ship. 'Sweet tits' horribly demeaning in her opinion, but that was part of the training she supposed. "What name do you think is appropriate for me, Master?" She asked, half expecting him to name her 'butt slut' or something relating to her Elven heritage.

"Also, if I might ask, Master. When would it be appropriate for me to use you name? I know I cannot call you it on deck, but perhaps in private I may call you Master Janek?" Her tone was slightly pleading, and she found she wanted to be able to speak to him more casually, to have the chance to lose at least a some of the formalities.
 
"Good question. I would say Master Janek or Captain Janek would be appropriate anywhere, actually. Some might worry that using a name with Master or Captain implies that you have more than one Master, and might therefore take offense. But I believe we are secure enough for that not to worry us, hm?"

"As for your name, that's one reason I bring it up. I... haven't actually been able to decide what to call you. As you can tell, the name needs to be shocking, depersonalizing in a way. This isn't to punish, it's to get the slavegirl used to how her life is going to be changed. As always, I have no personal wish to demean anyone, but given the situation, it's better they adjust here, in a safe environment, than risk harsher punishment after being sold."

"But you, you're more aware of the situation than the others. You know exactly what's going on with all of that. It's not like I need to force you to realize what you need to do. So I feel it's warranted to ask you: what can you live with? You know I have to give you something appropriate, but would you work with me to find something you can... well, not enjoy, but respond to?"
 
"Master Janek." Kaura breathed with a smile, and she nuzzled close for a moment, feeling slightly more comfortable now that she knew his name. As usual, is reasoing was sound, thoughtful, and reasonable. She needed a name because that was part of the training, whether either of them enjoyed the degredation or not.

She was thoughtful a moment. "You have mentioned that I am a... Butt-slut... Before." She pointed out, as that was the first thing that had come to her mind. "Elven-Whore, maybe, considering my race is a big part of my identity as a slave." She thoughta moment more, before pulling in closer, closing her eyes with a sigh. "As long as you remember my name, I am comfortable with an title, Master Janek." She whipered to him softly, and planted a soft kiss on his neck to emphasise that staement.
 
"If I call you Butt Slut, then all the men are going to want to put that to the test," he chuckled, his hand moving down to caress and squeeze her toned buttock, fingertip teasing at the still-tender, still slick orifice there. "And while I suspect this would not displease you, it doesn't give credit to your other skills. Besides, there's already a Butt Slut; that's the problem with being named later, you miss some of the more appropriate ones."

"And whatever we say during the act, we do tend to avoid the actual name 'Whore', if only because it seems to suggest payment is expected. And as slaves, you give it up for free." He nuzzled into her hair, feeling her body language when he said that, gauging how she might be adjusting to the idea in general, even if she was acclimating to him in specific.

"I believe we'll split the difference. 'Elven' is a bit long for these purposes, but 'Elf Slut' would suit the purposes nicely. Could you handle being called Elf Slut in public?" His hands stroked her skin gently, knowing this was going to be a transition for her, but a necessary one.
 
She made a slight face at the thought of all those men wanted to test her skill, not liking that prospect altogether, whether in her bottom or otherwise. His finger teased her some, shooting little bits of pain up her body that left her shivering against him slightly. It was arousing, but not enough to make her want to pull away and leave their embrace.

He did seem to put a lot of thought into names, and she hadn't considered how 'whore' might be viewed in the same way that prostitute might. It made her nod slowly, "I told you,Master Janek." She said with a smile, looking up into his eyes. "As long as you remember my name, I can be called anything in public, or by the crew. I will answer to Elf Slut, but please... Don't forget that I am Kaura." Her fingertips ran gently across his cheek, and she looked up at him tenderly, more affectionate than a slave should, an almost loving gaze. "Thank you for asking my opinion, Master Janek."
 
He gazed down at her. "I won't forget. Kaura." He held her close, and then kissed her forehead. "You know, I promised you a comfortable night's sleep. You can stay here, in the bed, with me. I am... sore enough, I won't do more than hold you."

And he wanted to. He felt she was light as a feather in his arms, and he wanted to keep her close. It was unwise, extremely wrong of him in terms of his profession, but he was too tired and sleepy to second-guess his reactions. He wanted to fall asleep with her in his arms. And wake up with her tomorrow. She didn't NEED to sleep more than 2 hours or so, but she could sleep longer, if allowed to. And he had no reason not to allow her to.

"You've done so well today, Kaura, my sweet slave. You deserve your reward. Sleep well with me," he murmured, and hugged her.
 
Kaura smiled at his as they nuzzled up together. His powerful arms drew her in close, holding her next to him, and she loved it. She loved feeling his heartbreat against hers, the gentle rise and fall of his chest as he slept... It wasn't arousing, she was too tired for that as well... But it was comforting, reassuring, and safe.

"Thank you, Master Janek." She whispered back, holding him close to her, and she sighed softly content as she let the exhaustion take her over. All she could think about now was how increadibly warm and secure she felt right then. More at ease, more at home than she had ever felt before.
 
He sighed and relaxed, feeling her warm and soft against him, enjoying the way she wrapped herself around him, like she wanted him close. He couldn't remember the last time someone had expressed that emotion to him, physically or verbally. It was satisfying in a way that he hadn't even considered very much before. He dozed off, feeling sated and utterly relaxed, and with only a niggling doubt lurking in the back of his brain about how he felt about Kaura.

He rose to semi-consciousness hours later, blurry and happy and pleasantly boneless in that in-between space between dreams and reality. Well... he wasn't entirely boneless. As frequently happened, his little captain was saluting well before Janek himself was fully alert.
 
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