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Breaking a pet

He placed the bit between her teeth, then went behind her, feeding the straps over her head. It really was more of a head-harness, and it buckled at the back. In a very businesslike fashion, he pulled it tight, forcing the bit farther back, pulling her cheeks back uncomfortably, a lot farther than she had expected, and she heard a click as he snapped the lock closed. "Now, since you don't have to eat or drink, I don't have to take that off until I feel you're ready. But you'll still start feeling hungry and thirsty. So feel free to consider modes of address for next time."

He strode over to the space at the foot of the bed; there were some rings attached to the deck there. "Over here, please. Don't forget to crawl."

When she finally made it over, he took hold of her collar, and attached a hinged ring to it, then drew her head down to an attachment point inset into the boards of the deck. He clicked the ring closed, locking her collar there, her face brushing the deck. There were cords nearby, which he used to bind her wrists to other attachment points nearby. Soon she was on her knees, face to the floor, with her arms to her sides, palms on the floor at about the same level as her head, but away from it on each aide, her naked buttocks thrust high.

Janek nudged her knees a little wider, exposing her most intimate parts even more. "This, this is your 'present' pose. It exposes your considerable charms for your Master's use." He knelt behind her. His fingers reached out to stroke her nether lips, running up and down, and then finding her little button. He kept gentle pressure on it, rubbing it, stimulating her against her will. He was an expert at this, and knew when he felt it swell a bit and stiffen under his touch that he was having an effect.
 
He put the bit into her mouth, slightly more gentle then the earlier man had shoved his knot gag into her mouth. Still, he moved to tighten it, and Kaura could not help but to let out a yelp of pain as it pulled against the edges of her mouth and, worst, the edges of the leather dug into the tender flesh of her ears. She almost grimaced when he pointed out how she no longer needed sustenance, he did know how to put the cursed collars to the worst use possibly.

He moved away, ordering her to come over, and she complied, crawling slowly over to the rings. The boat pitched some, adding to the discomfort of crawling on the hard wooden deck, but she made it quickly enough, looking up at him to see what he wanted.

He grabbed her collar, forcing her to almost bow down, her palms flat on the floor as he attached the ring. She pulled against it some, but was locked quite firmly in place, kneeling with her ass high in the air.

He moved beside her, his hand moving down to her most private area once again. Despite what happened just hours ago, she didn't want him touching her there yet... But there it was, his fingers stroking her once again. She bit back a moan, easier with something to clench her teeth on, but found the bit created a new problem. She couldn't swallow, and her drool ran out the corner of her mouth. It pooled around her mouth, a puddle that grew slowly as he continued stroking, his fingers finally touching her sensitive clit. She bucked against him gently, and bit back another soft groan. This man knew exactly how to manipulate her body... And there was nothing she could do to stop him.

She squeezed her eyes shut, surprised as tears welled up in the corners. Despite her planning and mental preparation, nothing could make this alright. Facedown in a pool of her own drool while a sadist forced pleasure onto her in the most humiliating of ways.
 
He continued to rub, hearing and seeing her quiet sobs as the reality of her situation started to sink in. This was normal; she was finally reacting as expected, but even then, it was tightly controlled. If he hadn't been a professional, he might not have seen the signs. They would have been hidden under the signs of her body's arousal.

He let his thumb play around the entrance to her pussy as he rubbed her clit ever more intently. He'd felt her hymen re-grown; that was a benefit that would pay off at auction. But she already had a bit of experience there, so he just teased her a bit. He licked his other index finger, getting it very wet, and started to rub it up and down her anus, teasing and pressing on that wrinked bud.

"We know what you're capable of here, but a slave has to be ready for any taste her Master might enjoy. When you have better control over your tongue, we'll teach you to use your mouth and throat. But right now, there's just one major orifice open to expore..." and he pushed at the center, and slid his index finger inside her ass. He pumped it gently, feeling the rings of muscle clench him tightly. The magic of the color took care of so much; slaves never got a bathroom break, yet another way they were denied relief. So he wasn't concerned about any of that. He mostly wanted to coax her body into relaxing. He was not one of those who believed in raping a slave in all ways; he always thought the better slaves were the ones who were forced to learn to like it, rather than were just forced to do it. He had generally been successful, which is why he was captain.

"Clench on it and release it. That'll help get your body adjusted," he said as he pumped his finger, still rubbing and teasing with his other hand to add pleasure into the mix of sensations from her rear. "That's it. Clench and release. I'm about to add another, you're loosening up enough..."
 
Kaura moaned, biting back almost silent sobs as he explored her body, shallowly fingering her pussy and he teased and stroked her sensitive clit. Her hands balled on the deck floor, quivering from the strain of keeping her emotions pent up, trying to hold back her words and actions from the sadist, not wanting to give him the knowledge of how badly his actions were affecting her. Or, better put, how well his plan as working to humiliate and degrade her. She felt like an animal, moaning and panting in a puddle of her own drool.

She felt his finger slide across the middle of her ass, across her puckered hole, and press there. Kaura's eyes grew wide, and she gasped. She tried to protest, but the gag made speaking impossible, and all that emerged were muffled whimpers as he spoke of breaking in all her holes. Her pussy she knew about, but... her anus....? Her mouth....? He expected her to take him into her mouth? She shivered, pulling against the roped and hooks that kept her to the floor.

His finger finally slid in after some teasing. Kaura bit back any sound as he began to slowly pump his finger in and out. There was immediate pain, a sharp edge as he pushed his finger in, but once burried it faded away. With his fingers teasing her clit she had to admit... It felt good.

He told her to clench around him, adjust to his presense, and she hesitated before complying. She beared down on him, and relaxed, any lingering feeling of discomfort fading as she adjusted to his presence. She tried to hold down her moans, biting down on the brittle to help stay silent in anticipation of the sharp pain.
 
He worked his finger, swirling it, widening it, feeling her clench and release, getting used to its presence. He knew the initial penetration was probably painful, which was fitting, but he hoped as he widened her, it wouldn't be quite so much. Not that he particularly wanted to spare her pain; that was something she had to get used to. No, he just didn't want the pain level to overbalance the pleasure level, and therefore make her fear it.

His second finger started to work in alongside the first, and her rings opened more smoothly than they had for the first. There was bound to be discomfort, but he was sure it would be less. He kept up his rubbing with his other hand, his teasing. He'd be plunging his thumb in more deeply, but the hymen was blocking his way, and he was saving her second virginity for a little while longer.

"That's right, there we go. Feel your ass opening up? It's hungry, and it didn't even know it. Are you feeling the pleasure? Your hips say you are, and the way your ass is sucking on my fingers is. Clenching, doesn't want to let them go. Should I go for the third? Hmm? Do you want to feel fuller, feel them deeper?"

He watched her closely, reading her body and her moans to determine her answer.
 
Kaura moaned and squirmed as he slid another finger into her tight hole. Tears gathered in her eyes, spilling over and adding the puddle that she was held face first in.

It hurt, but bearably so. The second finger slid in with less pain than the first, any discomfort melting away into pleasure as he pumped against her, his other hand shallowly fingering her pussy and working her clit. She wondered, curiously, why he did not shove more of himself into her pussy, which almost screamed of need. She longed to thrust against him, move so he had to push himself in further, and if not for her self-control she might have. She gritted her teeth against the bit, trying t urge her body to stay still, to not squirm and grind against him. Still, even with her self control she could not force out the tremors that ran through her as he swirled his fingers in her ass, sending long waves of pleasure running across her body.

He started talking to her, his voice seeming silky and seductive given the situation. His words driving in just how dirty this was, his fingers shoved inside her tight ass, her squeezing him tightly as he brought her pleasure again. She whimpered softly as he suggested adding another finger,, but her back arched to him some, thrust higher for better access.
 
At first he was concerned about how subtly she was responding. She'd give the right signals, the expected reactions, eventually, if barely; it was as if he wasn't affecting her very much at all. Then she'd do something like arch her back, angling her hips to meet his fingers, and he'd sense she was being touched very strongly, no pun intended. The realization finally hit him like a yardarm loose from its moorings; she'd already displayed immense self-control, she was trying to exert it to keep her sense of self in the face of all he was doing to her. The fact that she let her reactions occasionally peek through wasn't an indication that he wasn't doing well, it was an indication that he was doing far too well... for her comfort.

This was when he realized she was consciously restraining herself. He already knew her unconscious, or her body, at least, was responding to him; his teasing thumb in her was drenched, in danger of turning prune-y, as he spread the two fingers of his other hand as they pumped, watching the pink gap open before him, glimpsing her insides. All cats are grey with the lights out, was an old saying from the Red Kingdom, and it was true here, too; even elves looked pink inside, just like everyone else.

The third finger was barely noticeable on insertion; her rings were spreading well enough with two, the space could easily fit the finger. As he first thrust with it, though, the added friction and feeling of fullness, sensation on the inner flesh of her anus, was immediately noticeable to Kaura. This time, the pain wasn't even noticeable, but the pleasure shifted. In a few moments, he didn't even ask when working the first bit of his little finger inside.

"Yes, such a good girl. Rise up to it, that's right. Keep clenching. You're a natural at this, such a hungry ass. You're craving it, aren't you. You can nod your head. You know, we have a name for such a woman. We call her a butt-slut. Loves her ass to be played with. Are you a butt-slut, hm? It would serve you well if you were; it's popular among most Masters, and you might as well enjoy it. Your ass certainly seems to be..."
 
Kaura gritted her teeth on the briddle as he pumped, stimulating her more and more. The pleasure washing up from her ass was so unlike the sex she had experienced the night before. It felt different somehow, and not just due to the nowledge that this human man was toughing her in such a vile place. She still clenchedm squeezing his fingers tightly and releasing, amplifying her own waves of sensation.

He stretched his fingers apart, that Kaura could feel, and the extra stretch coaxing a half-whimper half-moan to emerge from her lips. She barely even felt the third finger enter, until he started moving again. She gasped and bit down hard against the gag. Her body ached to thrust against him, to allow herself the luxery of enjoying this new form of sex.That, however, was unacceptable. She was still an Elf, a banished Elf, but al Elf all the same.

He began to speak, once again reminding her of the situation she was in, of how wrong it was. He asked if she liked it, and she didn't move, neither shaking or nodding to the question. A soft sob escaped her lips, her hands clenched tightly on the deck floor. She wasn't a slut, she reminded herself. She was being forced into this, and even if it did bring her some twisted pleasure, that was because of him and not her.
 
He kept his hands working; her body was responding precisely as expected, and that was gratifying. Actually, she was even more responsive than most of the women he'd trained; there was a great well of sexual passion inside this one, and he was finally giving her outlets to express it. This was excellent, he thought; if she was to be trained as a pleasure slave, that passion could only help her make the transition.

But she was still resisting, he could tell that easily. Anyone else would have been either giving in to what their bodies were telling them or sobbing in denial, trying to ignore him out of terror or agony or whatever else they had pushed themselves into. By this point, there wasn't really a middle ground. Yet she just took it, only occasionally showing her arousal in her actions. Astounding. But troublesome. There were a few reasons why she might be resisting, still. One was sheer pride; he couldn't attack that directly, but he might be able to wear it down or edge around it. He decided to try one of the minor reasons, while his fingers opened her and his rubbing kept her aroused and gushing.

"You think it's filthy, don't you? You think it's dirty. Unnatural, perhaps? What my fingers are doing, despite the pleasure, despite the way you clench and grip, despite how needy your ass is, hm? It can be dirty, at times, but right now, you're clean. Your body is clean, there's nothing in your ass right now but me, and I'm thinking you don't exactly mind that, do you? Shake your head. Still silent? Well, your body tells me you don't."

"And it's as natural as anything. People have been doing it forever, humans and elves too, I'll wager." He spun his hand gently, swirling his fingers against the rim of her, letting her feel the twist and react before he started pumping again. "If we weren't meant to take pleasure from it, would it be pleasurable? And it is pleasurable, for men and women both. Makes me think we were meant to enjoy it, at least sometimes. So it's natural. If you can do it, and enjoy it, it's natural." He leaned forward over her a little bit, so he could more intimately croon in her ear. "And you are enjoying it, aren't you?"
 
His teasing continued, playing with her ass, fingering, stretching, pumping. It was all she could do to not moan, his touches driving her higher once again. She squeezed her eyes shut and bit down hard, determined not to let him make her reach that point of estacy again... Not like this anyway.

But he tried, rubbing her insides as she forced herself to breath long and even, her body tensing and twitching from the strain of holding off. Every fiber of her being longed for that relief, but she denied it. She didn't fight what he was doing to her, she still clenched and relaxed as he advised... But her own satisfaction... She simply refused to let him be the one to give it.

When he started talking she trembled. It was harder to concentrate with his low voice cutting through her thoughts. He swirled his fingers, and she moaned, unable to hold it back, a wave of pleasure washing over her that she could not surpress or control.

Natural? This? She wanted to correct him, to say that self indulging and natural were different, but the damned bit in her mouth kept her muted, forcingher to listen as he leaned in close with his whispered question. She gasped, shaking from the buiding pleasure, and, reluctantly, she nodded. Of course she was enjoying it, but she would control it, even only her own pleasure. She could control that much.
 
Her nod was a victory, a small one, but significant. "Of course you are," he crooned. "Your pleasures are real, and necessary. You may not always have the opportunity to wring what pleasure you can out of how you're used. So don't cheat yourself; enjoy it when you can. The more you hold back, the more you're only damaging yourself."

He straightened behind her, and took his fingers away from her cunt, taking his shaft in hand instead. He stroked himself with his damp fingers a few times, his other hand still thrusting and working, seeing how she reacted to purely anal stimulation. "Because it doesn't actually matter to your Master if you are enjoying yourself. In fact, some owners prefer their slaves don't receive pleasure. They'll take steps to ensure it, too." He shook his head; he never did believe in that kind of mutilation.

After a bit, while his fingers worked, he moved toward her so he could guide his cock to rub gently under her. The hot, purplish, soft head stroked the front her pelvis, then he brought his hips slowly backward, drawing his dick back, sliding it up between her nether lips a few times, teasing her clit with the blunt tip while he stroked upward, as if tempted to thrust right in and claim her again.

"Do you want me inside you?" he asked softly, teasing, teasing, always teasing her. "Do you want me to fuck you, pretty girl?" His fingers at her rear continued to tickle at her insides, plunging quite well, quite deep... for fingers, that is. Her entire being was feeling concentrated in her upturned ass, there in the captain's cabin. It was as if nothing existed outside of their cabin, and within it, barely anything mattered but her lower orifices... and her mind.
 
Kaura wanted to sob as he teased her. She knew he would use her admission against her, to further humiliation and degredation. She growled low when he told her to enjoy it when she could, determined to have this bit of control. Hard or easy, whether he liked it or not... She refused to give him complete reign over her and her pleasure.

He stopped fingering her pussy, and the pleasure died away some, enough for her to sigh in relief. Her breathing came easier for a bit, still feeling waves of pleasure from his fingers in her tight ass, but not enough that she couldn't force it back down.

He spoke to her as though a teacher, discribing how each possible master might treat her, and it made her skin crawl. She didn't like the idea of this one man using her, much less many. In truth it scared her, that she would be passed from human master to human master, watching them age and die while she remained frozen in time, abused and taken by each in a different, and uniquely horrible way.

He began to rub his cock across her and she shivered in pleasure, any depressing thoughts quickly rading from her mind. She arched and pushed against him, angling her hips so that all it would take was one quick thrust, a push on the hips to be buried in her tight, wet pussy once more. She barely even heard him, her need was so strong. She was at the brink, she could feel it... And even with all her control she could barely hold herself back from thrusting herself, pushing back on him to achieve her own pleasure. She moaned against her bit, a needy and lustful sound as.
 
That moan of hers was music to his ears. "I'm going to take that as a yes," he murmured, and he centered his cockhead on her dripping channel. He teased about, until he could feel the renewed hymen, but then he stopped. Without warning, he pulled back, loosing his cock from her lips, and his fingers slid free from her ass, and his shaft almost instantly replaced them. Her back passage had been so stretched and relaxed by his manipulations, he sank in almost easier than he had into her cunt just a few hours ago.

His thick shaft not only touched the nerves that his fingers had been doing, but it plunged in deeper, eliciting new sensations, new stimulations, all down her anal sheath. He slid in to the very root of his cock, fully jacketing himself with her body, feeling the slick, hot walls of her flesh closing on his dick. There was no practical depth limit for his penis, and with his preparations, there was no concern of causing her damage. And still, as her muscles settled and got readjusted to the absence of his fingers, the pressure and friction was heavenly.

He began to pump, slowly at first, letting her luxuriate in the new sensations even as he trembled in the pleasure of her heavenly body reacting to his thrusting. He would thrust deep, his hanging testicles swinging and bumping on her overheated cunt lips, and he'd grind, swirling his cock inside her rectum, and he'd look down and enjoy the sight of her perfect ass globes mashing under the gentle slapping impact of his hips. It was glorious.

And it was just beginning, he thought, as he picked up speed, slapping into her tight ass with a solid, authoritative rhythm. With what she was accomplishing today, who could predict how much she would learn tomorrow!
 
Every submission, admission of her own pleasure, brought his response, driving home just how completely she loved the experience. She wasn't a whore, she knew that, but why did she want it so bad? Why did his every word drive her again into bliss? He lined up with her, pushing in, and she moaned in anticipation, wanting for him to plunge into her depth ad take her again.

Instead, he pulled out completely, his length from her pussy, and his fingers from her ass. She gave a startled cry, but he quickly lined himself up with her ass, and with one quick shove was buried deep inside of her.

It was too much, her finger clenched and her toes curled as she bit down on the gag until her jaw hurt. She couldn't hold back from his thrusting, grinding, swirling. Every motion made her gasp, moan, twitch, trying to hold back against the waves of sensation he was generating in her rear.

An impossible task, she found, as she crashed down. She came hard around him, her ass clenching tight over his cock while her body spasmed and quaked from the pleasure. She moaned and thrust against him, moving as much as she could while chained to the floor. It was amazing, so different from the ecstasy she felt yesterday, but just as addictive and consuming.

If she could have, she would have collapsed from the strain of such a powerful orgasm, but she was tied completely at his mercy, ass in the air while her body trembled and twitched some.
 
He could feel her working up, he could sense it through his nerve endings and his hands as they clenched her hips, so it was not really a surprise when she crashed, spasmed, clenched around him. His attentions had loosened and relaxed her anal muscles, but hadn't disabled them, so when she came, she clenched at his length like a fist, her body pulling desperately at him as he continued to move. Her restraints just made the sensation more intense, for him and her alike; without the ability to express the energy her body was feeling, it got focused and released through what avenues remained. That's how he always viewed it, at least.

"That's a good girl," he cooed, as he felt the intensity of her spasms start to slacken, "and here's your reward." With that he leaned forward over her and reached under, finger unerringly finding that swollen, super-sensitive nub of flesh and rubbing, rubbing, rubbing while he continued to thrust. His intent was to extend and intensify her orgasm; if he could force her into a string of multiple climaxes, that would be perfect.

Each slave was different, but Janek had always believed in a good mix of discipline and reward. One had to put the slave through their paces in training, had to have them jump through the proper hoops (sometimes literally) to be ready for market, and insolence, disobedience, and failure had to be punished, but it was just as important to reward. Depending on who bought them, they'd be receiving few enough rewards. Janek knew that Kaura's pride was going to be his biggest obstacle, so he was trying to break that down a bit, in this case through pleasure. He'd see if he could overload her, for now, and then see what changes that wrought.
 
She came crashing into her orgasm, thrusting, pushing, pulling against the restraints as her body forced someway, any way to express the senations that coarsed through her. She almost panted against the gag, her breath ragged.

Humiliation washed over her as she came down, cursing herself for not being able to hold off like she planned to. The man seemed to know every trick and technique to bring her where he wanted her, dispite every bit of self control she possesed. And he was using it again, softly cooing into her ear as he leaned forward, and brushed his hand over her sensitive nub. She jerked, trying to break free of her restraints.

It was too much, the pleasure so intense it almost hurt as he stroked and urged her back up, his teasing and playing forcing her to orgasm again, crying against the gag as she felt her juices slide down her legs, her ass clenching him tightly again. She bit back moans and whimpers as she started to come down again, hoping he would stop his rubbing and let her body relax.
 
After her second discernable major climax, he felt her body shuddering underneath him, and he had to consider how far to push it. His experience had shown him two major responses, with a scattering of minor reactions: either a woman took to forced orgasms like a fish to water, drawing energy from the release until she tired herself out, or she swiftly felt wrecked and needed to recover. He had no way to tell at this point what response she was having, either one of those two or one of the others he'd run into. If he was just using her, he wouldn't care, but this was supposed to be training, so he had to modulate it somehow.

"Good, good!" he muttered as her second orgasm wound down. "I'll keep going until I climax, so just enjoy all the pleasure you can before I cum. Then I'll have to take a break." With that, he started to rub once more, gently so that he didn't pain her entirely, but still insistently coaxing her, forcing her body toward another peak.

This ought to tell him; assuming she had the presence of mind to listen to his words (and her reactions thus far had demonstrated amazing capabilities for being aware of things while distractions were ongoing), she'd know her break was coming when he climaxed. So she'd either keep riding the wave of pleasure he was generating for her, or she'd start actively working to bring him off. No matter what, he stood to enjoy himself.
 
Again she came down, shaking and quivering as his body pushed against hers still. He rubbed her clit, softly, enough for the pleasure to keep comming, but not painfully so anymore. It was an awful torture, making her want to beg and plead to be violated by him, held back only by the bit that held her mouth open.

When he told her he was going to continue to his own climax she gave a grateful sigh. She was a mess, she knew. Again she was drenched in sweat, mixing with the juices that almost seemed to pour from her pussy, gathering on small puddles at her knees. A larger puddle had formed under her head, which her face was forced into, both by the collar attached to the deck, and the thrusting which drove her against the wood with each stroke. It was the first time she was calm enough to notice how his efforts drove her body back and forth across the rough deck floor, how the binding dug into her skin to hold her in place. As dirty as it was, as vile and wrong... A part of her deeply enjoyed how he took her. Every wave of pain seemed to mix and applify with the pleasure he was generating. It was almost intoxicating, making her head spin from the amazing contradiction.

She found now that she wanted him to cum, and not to end this session. It sent a chill up her, and she knew she would never admit it to him, or he would use it to break her more... but... She wanted him to enjoy her body.
 
He, of course, had no idea of what was going through her head. She would be pleased to know, though, that she was indeed pleasing him, intensely so. Her body in the throes of climax felt like it was milking him; he wondered briefly if elves had different internal muscles than humans, or if he was just feeling her for the first time. But the way she quaked and moved, the way her juices were puddling, both at her knees (which spoke very well of her lubrication capabilities) and the little squishy splash as her face slid into the deck, again and again... it was intensely arousing.

And he thought, just kind of thought, that he detected her squeezing on him, using her internal muscles to try and work him. "Can you squeeze harder on me? Can you do it? Let me feel that fine ass clench..." He sighed happily, still thrusting, still rubbing, hearing and feeling her continue to climb higher all the time. "You really are fantastic, you know. But can you bring me off with just your clenching?"

He had to employ a few minor distraction techniques; he wanted to see if she would do anything, if she would try, before he let himself go. He was actually read to pop anytime, her body felt so good, but this was training, and he couldn't allow himself that luxury quite yet. Not until she started taking actions.
 
Kaura moaned and whimpered at his urging, the thrusting and driving into her enciting new and unbelievable sensations. She was rising again, reaching back up to climax at his urgings.

Fantastic... The compliment pleased her some, strangely, enough for her to nod and respond. She clenched against him, her muscles milking his dick as he pumped in and out of her. She almost gasped, each action she took made the pleasure all the more intense, until she teetered again on the brink of orgasm, so close she shuddered and groaned from the strain.

She wanted to wait, at least for a bit, to cum with him. So she clenched and squeezed and rocked, moaning each time her body slid across the wet deck.
 
He didn't know that she wanted to wait, but he had definitely felt her compliance, her efforts at pleasing him, and they were working, extremely well, actually. Apparently, she really, really wanted a little break, because she was definitely earning it. He could feel his orgasm rising, his balls tightening, as he thrust and her body flexed around him, needy and passionate. He actually brought his finger away from her clit, instead gripping her hips with both hands, so he could thrust a little bit harder, tugging her body back to meet his, his hips slapping on her lovely ass as he rammed into her rectum.

His breathing started coming in short gasps, but he was still instructing her. "That's very good, oh, yes. You... you're a natural. You've got the rhythm, keep clenching when I draw out, relaxing when I thrust. Excellent. I can feel it, I can feel it coming... this will be the first semen you'll ever feel in your ass, your gorgeous, excellent ass, so remember the sensation..."

And then he groaned, deeply, and rammed himself deep and stayed there, grinding in, while his shaft throbbed and swelled and spurt into her.
 
It was hard to hold off, almost impossible. She felt herself at the edge of orgasm again and again, having to focus and concentrate to keep from surging over, and releasing into that bliss.

He stopped rubbing her clip, and gripped her thighs tightly as he rammed harder. She didn't need the added stimulation nw, as her toes curled from the strain of trying to hold back the surging wave of sensations that seemed ready to wash over her. She hoped, almost prayed, that she could hold out until he came. She knew he was close, from the furious way he pounded into her, how his breathing was becoming more and more ragged.

He started talking, and Kaura gave a sigh of relief. He was going to cm, and she couldn't hold it in anymore. He pumped, and just as he was ramming in the final time, she came, her body clenching around his length as he poured his seed up her ass. She moaned and whimpered against the bit, writhing and twisting in pleasure under his as he ground into her and came. It was fantastic, every thought was driven from her mind, until all that mattered was how each wave of sensation washed over her, and the satisfying way her ass filled with the captains seed.

Finally she came down, panting and gasping. She ached, oddly pleasant after what just happened. Her ass in the air, held there only by the way she was strapped to the floor, with her Master kneeling behind her. She felt drained, not even lifting her head out of the puddle of spit it had been forced in to during the sex.
 
He paused, panting, supporting himself with his hands on her hips and his wide-placed knees. Oh, that had been intense! Perhaps his initial kindness toward this one was affecting his detachment, but he rarely took that much pleasure himself in the early stages of training. Still, this girl seemed to be something of a natural, actually; the way she had gotten into the ass-fucking, particularly her first time with it, rivaled some slaves with years of experience. It boded well for the physical part of the training, at the very least. But that wasn't the part he was worried about.

When he'd caught his breath, he leaned forward, supporting his belly on the upraised curve of her ass and hips, and reached out with both hands, tugging the knots on her wrist bindings loose. The cords would have to be worked a bit to unwind themselves, but she could do that on her own, now that the knot was undone. Then he pushed up and rose to his feet, dragging his softening member out of her grasping butthole. That poor little orifice, even prepared as it had been, was likely to throb for some time yet, but he hope not entirely with pain. He grabbed a nearby cloth and wiped himself clean; there wasn't anything disgusting, just normal body moisture. Usually it would be the slave's responsibility to clean up, but the bit gag made it problematical.

He came around to the front of her and knelt, undoing the hasp that held her collar to the deck. He lifted her face by the collar, seeing the dripping from her own puddle of saliva and tears, knowing how humiliated that must be for her. But he looked her in the eyes and smiled. "That was a good performance, slave. One of the best I've experienced. And it was only your first time! That's remarkable!" He leaned in and kissed her on the forehead, a fond gesture. He smiled at her, then stood and stepped past her, slapping her on the buttock in a familiar manner. "Come on, get yourself loose and crawl on over here; more to teach, more to explain." He went over to his stool again, refilling his cup of water, and sat to wait for her.
 
Kaura panted softly, trying to catch her breath, while her Master seemed to be doing the same. After a moment he leaned forward, nd undid the knots binding her wrist t the deck, and ulled himself out of her. She moaned slightly at the loss f fullness, her ass pulsing and throbbing in a way that sent shivers running up her spine.

He unhooked her collar, and forced her to look up to his eyes. She winced when he called her 'slave' instead f her name. It was so cold, almost cruel considering the intimate acts they have bee doing... But, he and promised her that he would remember her name. Even if he only called 'slave' or 'elf' just knowing that he remembered who she was was a small comfort to her. He leaned forward, kissed her forehead, and slapped her ass.

She watched him walk away, and took a moment to compose herself. She wiped her face of tears, a her chin of drool before turning back, and slowly crawling to him. She ached with every move, trying hard to keep her hips from swaying and hurting her aching rear anymore.

Finally she reached him, and sat just in front of his knees. She glanced up at him, and then at his water, and back to his face again. She plead silently, hoping he would consider releasing her bit so she could have a quick sip... After all, she had been obedient in his sex...
 
His expression took on a more severe cast for a moment. "Ready or resting position. Given our recent strenuous activity, I'll take resting." He sipped again, hard-eyed over the rim of his cup. He had, of course, noticed the way she was looking at his cup. Was she really already feeling the effects of her deprivation?

Once she was in the proper position, he let himself seem friendly again. "Again, you really did well for your first time out. That sort of enthusiasm and responsiveness isn't expected until much later in the training process. I'm inclined to give you a reward, and it's rare for a slave in training to earn something so early. Let's see... we have to start the training of your pretty little mouth in a moment, just get it started, but I'll tell you what the choice is now, and you can think about it while you're learning how to suck cock, and when we're done for this session, you can tell me your choice."

He leaned back, thinking a moment. "As your reward, you may have either a full cup of water to be consumed as slowly as you desire, OR, you may spend the night comfortably in the bed with me, with only the minimum of bindings." He knew she would start to wonder what her night might otherwise be like, and balance that against the satisfaction of a cup of water. He actually found her desire for water useful; it's exactly the kind of reaction that he could leverage into obedience. He nodded as he saw the considerations flit across her face, even as a stream of drool escaped the side of her mouth, streaming gently down her chin to splash on her still-sweaty breasts. Yes, that gag was providing a good share of her necessary humiliation, as well.

"So think about that for a while. But in the meantime, you have to learn about pleasing a man with your mouth." He smiled at the expression that passed across her face. "Yes, you will be expected to bring pleasure with your lips and tongue, and even your throat, if your Master can reach that deeply. And don't worry, you will receive ample instruction and practice. But let me tell you first what you will be expected to do..."

He spoke of pure mechanics, this time around: how to avoid teeth scraping, how to put a sealed ring of lips around a shaft, how to slither the tongue against the underside of the penis, that sort of thing. He spoke of the sensitivity of the different parts of the cock, pointing to the relevant areas on his own still-semi-hard (and swelling again) member. He describe later lessons, how the tongue could be used to pleasure the testicles or other places, how one could avoid the gag reflex by swallowing to fool the throat, and so on. In short, he gave her a well-practiced lesson on what a complete newcomer to the idea would need to know to start practicing safely.

"Now, only two more things I should mention. One, there's a whole philosophy to this. It relates to the philosophy of servitude and such in general, but it might help your mental conception if I tell you this right now: the school of thought is that the giver of the blowjob is worshiping the penis of her Master. It is almost entirely an exercise in giving. There is little direct pleasure you will get from a blowjob, but you can get immense psychological satisfaction from pleasing your man, from eliciting exactly the reactions you want with nothing but your mouth. It's like your arguments, but entirely physical instead of rhetorical. Thinking about that is frequently helpful when learning to suck dick."

"Number two, however, is pragmatic and cautionary. Many slaves in your position are tempted to try and exact a little bit of revenge for their position. Normally, it takes a bit of trust to put a vital part of your anatomy into a place that's used to biting and chewing up food. So I try to make sure every slave in training knows: we have access to regenerative magic. Any damage you do would not be permanent. And any pain you inflict would be visited upon yourself tenfold. It's not that I expect anything like that from you, but if you DID have the idea, just know that many have had the same idea, and suffered for it."

"That's all for the lecture portion of the lesson. Would you like to attempt some practice?" He raised an eyebrow, waiting for her to nod, as he expected her to. The only question was what sense of eagerness or fear might be reflected by the nod.
 
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