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Breaking a pet

"First, I should tell you about the belts. They are specially enchanted, and they have only one major function. When active, they enhance the pleasure sensations of the body, but only to the point just before orgasm. As long as those belts are active, those girls cannot actually climax. However, we intend to keep them on the edge of it for as much of the voyage as possible. We will teach them to use their other skills, a bit, and if they do well, we will turn off the belts for a few seconds. But other than that, we want them as aroused as possible; I'm told there's nothing like a horny virgin begging you to deflower her."

"As for why I didn't put you in the same situation, I had the choice of selling you as a virgin elf and training you to fully please. I judged the uniqueness of your species to be sufficient for raising your asking price; I didn't need to add in the extra benefit of your maidenhead. Plus... well. I couldn't pass up the opportunity to teach you. You were... dare I say, too much of a temptation? But now, of course, I get the best of both worlds." He tilted his head at her. "All right. 'Present' pose. Right here: present yourself to me."

There was only a little damp aisle in between stacks of sacks on pallets (to keep them off the wet deck) and barrels, and a few chests. She had the option of showing herself to him with her face to the deck or bending herself over some of the cargo, basically. But he wanted her to do it right now.
 
Kaura listened to his explination for a few moments before shaking her head. It seemed a cruel trick to bet obedience, forcing the women into such pleasure, but never quite allowing them full relief. Everything about this voyage, it seemed, was cruel. Kaura felt a pang of pity for the poor girls strapped to the odd crosses, but didn't voice such concerns, staying silent as he began explaining why she was in her situation. It seemed reasonable, in a twisted way, that he would want to take her virginity. Being the first human to sample an Elven body would be a tempting prospect, even for someone who could sell such a trait for a high price. Certainly more tempting than having to see her in pleasure, knowing he would be letting a one of a kind catch go without so much as one 'sampling' of her body.

Confusion passed over his face when he spoke of having the best of both worlds, and before she could stop herself she was asking what he meant. "I do not understand Master... How is it the best of both worlds?" She wondered if he meant selling her with her maidenhead... But she healed that! He didn't know it, but she found a solution to that nightmarish problem...

At his command she looked around. She didn't want to press her cheek into the damp boards of the deck, not when she had a strong guess what he was lanning to do... No.. She picked out a short barrel and leaned over it, gripping the side tight without a word. Her knees stayed slightly parted, her back arched and her ass high in the air.
 
He watched her just react to his command, without waiting for an answer to her question. She looked about, and chose something that was both convenient to him and acceptable to her. He smiled to himself at that, but he really was impressed when she took her position. Considering she'd only done it once before (albeit for an extended time), her form was excellent. He knelt behind her, and found she's placed herself at almost the ideal angle. "Most excellent," he murmured, finding himself stiffening just from seeing her in that position.

He tied her leash to a nearby rack support, and clapped both hands on her buttocks in a friendly spanking slap, and kept his hands there, massaging. As he hardened up to an functional rigidity, he spread her cheeks and feasted his eyes. He didn't know how she measured up to other elves, but compared to human women, she was exquisite, perfectly formed, so intensely sexy he had trouble measuring it. And right now, for the moment... she was all his.

He kept her cheeks spread with one hand while he rubbed his shaft up and down her nether lips from behind. He teased her, stimulating her, getting her ready. "Do you remember how I felt inside you? You recall how you stretched, how you climaxed?" He rubbed and prepared her, testing her lubrication while he nudged his spongy head against her clit and her labia, still testing her responsiveness, always testing, evaluating at some level in his mind.
 
Kaura leaned against the barrel as he knelt behind her. His comment made her heart pound, and she found herself gripping the edge of the barrel tighter in anticipation. Whatever he had planned, down here in this dank little storage room, her body was ready. Her pussy was already getting wet, moistening the are between her spread thighs.

He spanked her, just firm enough to coax a small moan from her lips, teasing her. She bit down on her lip to prevent another one, not ready for such a submission. She remembered the woman from above, moaning and gasping while being fucked both ways... No... She was still an Elf, even now she had her dignity.

But not much dignity, ashe spread her cheeks, clearly gazing at her exposed ass and sex. Briefly she wondered which he would choose to take, and her cheeks redened.

She bit down harder on her lip as he rubbed along her slit, the hardened head of his cock stiring up the same sensation she had felt before. "I remember." She whispered, and carefully thought over her next words. She wanted to earn another reward, but not for herself. To do that she would have to at least act like a good whore... "May I feel it again, Master?" She asked, a strong sultry undertone to her usually calm and quiet voice. "May I be used to pleasure us both?"
 
He chuckled. "Are you asking if I'm going to allow you to orgasm? In training on this ship, you can orgasm all you can manage, unless you're told not to. And I will tell you not to, if only for practice. But not yet, not now." He nocked his cockhead into the beginning of her channel. She was so wet and ready and so willing. "So, yes, you may take the pleasure you can from this. I know I will..."

And with that, he pushed, pushed in slowly, so she would be able to feel the hymen, feel it stretch for just a moment, realize what it was, and then it would tear. He felt the tissue give way, and he was in, sinking deep inside her again, her arousal having cleared his way beautifully. He sank in deep, listening to and feeling her react as he took her physical technical virginity for the second time, his hands on her hips, leaning over her, looming with his weight and strength on her to keep her pinned while she reacted.
 
Poor choice of words... Kaura told herself, noting in the future she would have to change then to sound sultry and seductive, and not selfishly asking for her own release... It would help if she knew what responces he wanted, but she had almost no clue.

He nuzzled the head of his cock into her as he spoke, and she felt herself stretch a bit for him. It made her grip even tighter into the barrel, preparing herself for him. When he flexed in, and struck something again, she gasped. Her body quaked slightly at the unexpected burst of pain, far more noticable now then the first time he took her. "Im... possible!" She gasped, and he buried himself the rest of the way into her, pinning her down with his body in a way that kept her from trying to rise or sqirm in the discomfort of having her maidenhead popped again.

She healed that, she knew she did! How was it back? Th collar couldn't possibly have had time to do it first...
 
He stayed in her, fully socketed, and let her cope with that initial twinge of pain. He expected it would be more shocking than ultimately painful, and it's not as if she didn't know it swiftly changed to pleasure when they got going, but he still granted her a few moments of adjustment.

"No, just magic," he murmured, pitching his tone toward 'reassuring.' "The magic of the collar recognized your hymen as 'complete' tissue. When it got ruptured, it was included as something to heal. The magic of the collar is not complex, but it's powerful and determined; I've seen it re-grow fingers, and heal wounds that had been cauterized with fire. So it makes sense, by its own rules, that it healed your maidenhead."

He reached up and stroked the side of her face from behind. "I'm sorry you must endure. But this way, you can maintain your claim on 'purity' and still learn the skills of the trade." With that, he shifted a bit, not drawing out precisely but moving his hips, so his shaft moved a bit inside her body.
 
"But..." She froze, not wanting to finish the the sentance. What would he do if he knew she tried to heal herself before the collar did? Reducing her value at selling... No she couldn't say anything. Though she was grateful he did not demand elaboration. He had explained this once already, and as a magical creature she of course understood the wonders of magic.

She rubbed into his stroking hand some, slosing her eyes as she enjoyed the comforting gesture. Sometimes, for a brief moment, she could pretend that this wasn't his sick training... But something deeper and more pleasureable to them both. A chilish notion she knew, but comforting none the less.

She ground against him too, moving her hips slightly so that his cock swirled inside of her. She hoped this brought him the same pleasure it did her, an active reminder of how he was thrust deep into her.
 
Her responses... there were moments with this wondrous elf woman where, if he wasn't careful, he could pretend it was something deeper and more meaningful than just the necessary training. Oh, he was beginning to seriously regret taking the time to make her first experience more pleasurable. If he had been as smart as he thought he was, he would have just raped her and be done with it. But no, now he was being all comforting and explanatory.

But that was what was going to work with her, he had to remind himself. She was not the type to easily bend to sheer force, and accept her place by rote reinforcement. No, he had to seduce her into it. The steps he was taking were necessary, and planned. They were just dangerous, is all, and if he didn't keep his detachment, he could commit the ultimate sin of a slaver: falling for the property.

He was not there yet, and didn't plan to be.

But her grinding told him she was adjusted. It was as her first time; momentary pain, and then the pleasure let it be forgotten. In the future, as her maidenhead healed and was ruptured, she would get more accustomed to it, even as her pain tolerance in general raised. So he knew it would become easier; and for her enduring this time, he meant to give her what she wanted. He began to pump into her, slowly at first, but with authority. He pumped his thick cock deeply inside her, and pulled almost all the way out before plunging deep once more. He set up a rythym, and paid close attention to her reactions to what he was doing.
 
There was a brief pause as she ground against him where he seemed to be thinking, considering something. He seemed the kind of man that was ever in control, planning his next move, sure of that he would do next. This was a mind game between them, a battle of wills and strategy, as he moved to turn her into a moral less sex slave... And she struggled to form an emotional link so she wouldn't be sold like a horse at auction. So far... He was in control, and nothing she did seemed to influence him much, though the little gestures and courtesies he showed her where having that same effect on her.

She had to be careful, she knew. She had to make him care for her, as deeply as she could manage, but doing the reverse... No... She could not let herself be taken in by this man.

He began to pump, slow but confident strokes. Each time it felt as though he would leave her, and she shivered, pushing to him as if to urge him to thrust back, and when he would of his own choice she would exhale and moan softly. This sex was almost comforting, tender. Even if she was bent over the barrel, her body pressing almost painfully into the rim with each thrust, it was still heavenly. "Master..." She groaned as he fucked her, letting every drop of passion she felt seep into her voice.
 
He shivered a little when she called him "Master" like that, like it was the absolute sexiest word in the entire language. It made him thrust just a little harder, grind in at the end of each push, like making an exclamation mark at the end of each sentence. She was pushing her body back at him, her eagerness a potent aphrodisiac, and he was enjoying it, losing himself in the moment of it, enjoying the fuck for pleasure's sake. Ultimately, this, too was a lesson, as her owner would be doing exactly that with her.

He found his breathing coming faster, just as his strokes came harder. He heard a slapping, and realized it was his hips against her ass. He took one hand and slid it up her spine, caressing the soft skin, feeling her body judder as he pounded into her, until he stroked the back of her neck and then grabbed a thick handful of the hair at the back of her head, using that to help steady her, pull her back on him. He was moving faster now, harder, slamming his thick cock deep inside her body, dragging her up and back, making her arch by pulling her hair.

"Such a tight, sweet little cunt," he gasped, a brutal and crude phrase delivered in the soft whisper of a sweet nothing, "such a talented little fuck slave, you are... that's right, squeeze on me, that's perfect... tell me what kind of slave you are. Tell me who you belong to. Tell me now!"
 
He shivered, she could feel the tremble as h pushed into her. Were her words having such an effect? She couldn't think clearly enough to tell, his pounding drove away any plans she had. She gasped, shivered and moaned as he ground in at the end of each thrust, driving her pleaseure higher still.

She rocked forward with heach thrust, holding tightly onto the barrel to keep in place, and felt as his hand trailed up her spine, skowly, carressing her. It seemed every touch amplified her pleasure more, and he trailing fingers served to make her shiver slightly, until he reached her neck. He grabbed a fistful of her hair, and pulled back. In an instant she stopped rocking to him, held steady painfully. But she didn't mind, with her still he rammed in further, harder, faster... And she groaned and whimpered in pleasure.

He began to whisper to her, cruel words in a lovers tone. Ordering her next move, and she was more than happy to obey. She squeezed as tightly as she could manage, her fingers tightening as she fought the urge to come by just his words. "I'm a sex slave!" She gasped. "A pleasure slut... I belong to you, My master... A good little fuck toy that you can screw whever you like!" The pleasure was almost too much, and she ached for release, needing it now.
 
"That's a good slut!" he growled, now using her hair to make her move to the rhythm of his choosing, jerking her body back to meet his thrusts. And she followed his lead, obeyed the dictates of his fist controlling her head. She clenched and squeezed and rippled, almost, along his length as he plunged into her body, over and over again. He gloried in it, fully immersed in the experience.

Her words also chimed with his rational, logical mind, as deeply buried as it was, right then. She had been wonderfully quick to respond to his crude entreaties; he didn't know whether it was her just going along, playing the game, or if it was working its way inside her mind, but either way, it was good. And one led to the other, after all, given time and reinforcement. And he was reasonably good at reinforcement.

He was ramming into her, their bodies slapping together on top of that barrel, rocking the contents with a sloshing sound that added to the liquid sliding noises of their coupling. He could feel again the stirring at the base of his member, his balls tightening. So soon? Again, that was one of the risks of a pure pleasure-fuck.

"Oohhh, you're bringing me off, fuck-slave," he hissed, concentrating on holding back. "Your greedy little cunt is entirely too good. Quick now, beg me. Beg me for the gift of my seed. Tell me how much you want it in you!"
 
He pulled her back into him, forcing her movements, making her match his own. Another moan escaped her lips, and she arched to him. Her body squeezed his cock, amplifying both their pleasures as he slid in and out. He offered no advice, no tips, and no deliberate pleasure to her. It was as though he were screwing her purely for his own enjoyment, setting aside training just for a quick bit of pleasure. At least, she hoped it was that. If she could make him long for her body outside of normal training... She gasped and the thought was cut short. She couldn't think enough to plan, the rising orgasm driving out all but the need for him.

Their bodies met, slapping together with a lewd squishing noise, punctuated by the sloshing of the bucket. His movements grew faster, and she cried out in responce, hearing his next hissed demand. "Please Master, I need you to cum inside of me!" She begged, "Make me yours again and again, please!" She let every drop of passion and lust she could muster fill her voice as she moaned the words, saying anything that came to mind. "Please, I want you cum deep in me... I am close, Master, please come with me! I want to reach it together, please!"
 
He groaned, tossing his head back as he felt his climax surge. He was, often, a sucker for a woman's dirty talk. Plus, he might be mistaken, but he thought he detected a shade of authenticity in her tone. It felt like she was real in her passions, and that incited him further. He pounded into her, thrusting and grinding, very much in the late stages of incipient orgasm.

He could feel her body clenching, milking him, and the tone of urgency in her voice was enough of a spur, he felt his orgasm bubbling up before he really thought to let it go. He slid deep, jamming himself fully into her, feeling the nudge against her cervix as his shaft throbbed and started to spasm. He curved over her back, pulling her hair tighter, arching her almost fully by dragging her head back, and even still, he could only reach her ear, her oversensitive ear, the tip of which he clasped in his lips and sucked on, desperately, like a nipple as he came, spurting his thick white seed... well, somewhat thinner than it had been some time ago, but still thick enough to coat her channel from the inside out. And then he rode her orgasm, letting it extend his own sensation, his own experience.

And all this on her first day; when he thought about it later, that was the biggest fact that was going to blow his mind.
 
Kaura felt him pounding, heard his pleasured cries as he fucked her harder. His groans spured on her own pleasure, which was getting harder and harder to hold back. "Master!" She whimpered softly, so close, so needy.

And it happened, she could feel it building up his his pumping and grinding, reaching climax. She let herself go when he thrust in, feeling him erupt inside of her, his body shaking as he pulled her back. She arched to his, bent at a wonderfully painful angle as his lips sought out her ear, and caught the tip in his mouth. She gasped his title again, loudly, spasming and clenching around him as she lost it completely. She moaned and howled in pleasure, arched and writhing, unable to stay completely still against him as she quaked, her pussy milking out every drop of his cum.

When she was done she almost wanted to collaps, the strain of such a powerful orgasm left her drained, smiling and relieved. "Thank you..." She whispered hoping it was what he wanted to hear. "Thank you Master for letting me please you..."
 
He panted, trying to catch his breath as he slowly let her go, released her from her pulled-back posture while he recovered, staying buried in her body while he slowly softened. "You're welcome, my lovely slut," he murmured, "but I want you to get into the habit of physically thanking your Master as well."

"That means as soon as I pull out of you, you clench up to try not to make a mess; I might have you lick it up if you do. Then you spin around and drop to your knees and lick and suck me clean. That's how you thank your Master for fucking you good. And I like to think I did that for you, my sweet slave." He caressed her back with his hands as he straightened.

He stood straight up, his posture tugging at his embedded penis. "Ready?" he asked, just before stepping back and pulling himself free.
 
She wanted nothing more than to lean over the barrel and luzeriate in the afterglo of sex. He released her hair, letting her assume a far more comfortable position, his cock still buried deep inside of her. Her breathing came in short pants, even as he stroked her back and spoke softly to her, explaining the next lesson.

She nodded, and followed his instruction, clenching tightly as he pulled out. She didn't want to have to lick anything from the floor, not when it was covered in salt-water and mud from the trip in the ocean, the thought made her wrinkle her nose some.

He straightened, and his cock slid out of her hole as she struggled to keep his cum inside of her. But that was only half the task, she knew, and spun, dropping to her knees in front of Janek. She gave him several long, stimulating licks along the side of his partially deflated cock, urging it hard as her fingers gently cupped and fondled his balls.

When he was reasonably hard again, she wrapped her lips around just below the base of his head, and swirled her tongue around him, lapping up their combined juices. She moaned softly as she began to bob, the strange lingering taste of their sexual play now gone, but she kept sucking all the same. Her tongue danced along the underside of his cock as she tried again to see how far she could take him, swallowing as he hit the back of her throat, before pulling back, ignoring the gag... And again, bobing with authority, listening for any sounds of pleasure he made to tell her she was doing well. Her goal, here, was to try to mae him cum once again. She didn't know how frequently a man could climax, but wanted his to be often, with her.
 
He sighed happily as she began to clean him with her mouth, and then as she started to suckle him hard again, he moaned. He was not holding back his noises, he had no problem expressing when she was doing a good job. Which she was; he already knew her mouth was naturally talented, her instincts excellent. Were all elves this attuned to sensuality? Did it have to do with their enhanced senses? He had no idea, but it would be interesting to find out. Pity no other elves would likely be enslavable. Heck, he wasn't precisely certain this one was, but she was certainly giving out the right responses.

He was proud of her for again defeating her own gag reflex; an advanced skill, and she was very much progressing with it already. He rested his hands in her hair, just enjoying, not controlling, although the implication that he could control at any time, that was intriguing. He sighed and made happy noises the whole time, indicating her excellent progress. He could tell she was trying to bring him off again, and he liked the initiative it showed.

"Your instincts are excellent, as usual. Many times a 'thank you' should result in orgasm, which, on this ship, you will show and swallow. I should warn you, men frequently take a longer time to climax after they've already done so, so you won't always want to try for a full thank you after a fucking; -- usually the cleaning is all that's required. But it's good you're motivated; keep going!"
 
His moans sounded sweeter than music to her ears, urging her to move faster, pumping him in and out as his hand landed gently on her head. He wasn't controling her, not yet at very least, Which gave her a wonderfully meichevious idea.

She kept sucking, moaning, and judging his pleasure by how loudly he moaned, the gentle way his hips thrust to meet her mouth. She waited for that moment, ignoring the pain in her throat from where he pounded against it, the aching of her jaw. The only thing on her mind was his pleasure, and how to make him ache for it.

When it felt like he was getting close, when the pleasure was rising and his breath grew ragged... She pulled away, taking her mouth from around hi shaft to lick along the side, before suckling his nuts, painfully slow, teasing him, toying with him.
 
He moaned again, recognizing that she was changing the game. Was she trying to extend the time she was spending on her knees? The time she was worshiping him with her mouth? He wasn't going to stop her; he had played both ends of the tease-and-extend game; it was, in fact, one of the things she was expected to learn.

So he changed gears, and went with what she was offering him. "Gently, yes... cup them in your lips, hold them on your tongue. Oh, again, you're a natural."

He knew that his casual acceptance of her change in plan would confuse her, and possibly infuriate her. If she was trying to run some sort of game on him, it was more interesting for him to see where it led. Especially since she was displaying a capacity for advanced techniques already. On her first full day. Amazing!

"Now suck one in, fully... Oh, my, yes... flicker that tongue out, tickle the back of the ball sack, just tease it, that's right..."
 
Her eyebrows rose as he moaned, and continued the lesson... Was he actually enjoying this tease? She had hoped to make him want her, not to simply move onto the next lesson, but she had to continue, doing as he ordered.

Gently, tenderly, she played with his balls, sucking and tsting his sack. She sucked one into her mouth, rolling her tongue around it lightly, flickering it almost as if tickling along the side, before releasing it and moving to the other. She teased like this, and then licked him long from the bottom of the sack up, and moaned, her fingers reaching up to his shaft, wrapping around the length as if her lips, and she stroked him. Slow... Always slow, teasing and laying while she tenderly sucked.

She smiled as another thought struck her, and she carefully thought out her wording. "A natural little cock-sucking whore?" She moaned softly, between locks and suckles, teasing his sensitive sack while her fingers pumped. "Your good little fuck-slave..." Another lick, right at his balls, pulling on in to sucke yet again, before gently releasing. "I want your cum again, Master..."
 
"Not asking for much, are you, fuck-slave?" he said mildly, smiling at her efforts. Her words did warm him, but he wasn't unaware it was likely some kind of ruse or attempt to take him off-guard. Even as he was amazed that she had such a natural instinct for the work, he also knew it had been too soon for her to have really embraced her fate. But he was enjoying it nonetheless.

"Keep doing what you're doing, and you'll get it." He lifted his hands and braced himself in that narrow storage area, focusing on her mouth, her wonderful mouth and hands. This was going to shave so much training time off of his schedule, he could focus on the other things she needed to learn. Like pain, for example, and how to tolerate it.

But for now, he let himself get lost in the sensation, the pleasure rocketing through him.
 
Kaura sucked on his balls a moment more before giving his shaft a long lick, and her hands moved down to his balls, stroking them gently while she licked his cock again, and wrapped her lips around his shaft.

She bobbed quickly, moaning and listening to his sounds of pleasure. It was so erotic... She wanted to hear more, even if she didn't think of herself as a slave, she wanted more of his pleasure.

Her tongue slithered around him as she licked, and another thought hit her, something that would make him squirm. She pulled back a bit, letting her lips leave his cock, and licked his shaft again so she could talk. "Do you want to know what it's like to screw a magical creature?" She questioned, and her eyes glowed slightly, smiling up as her tongue traced him. She stimulated his nerves, rocketing up his pleasure using her magic. Simular to what she used on the girls above, but so much more potent. Her lips wrapped around his overly sensitive rod now, and she bobbed again. Everywhere she touched seemed to explode in pleasure now, almost too much to stand.
 
As her magic flickered into him, it was like fireworks in the pleasure centers of his brain. He gasped, his body going rigid, his head thrown back. Without conscious thought, his hands clenched in her hair, great fistfuls of her blonde tresses wrapped in his fists, pulling tightly at her scalp as he yanked, jamming her face against his pelvis. Wracked by the throes of the extreme pleasure she was stimulating in him, he ground into her, his cockhead thrusting deep into her throat, lips mashed to the root of his shaft, her nose smooshed against his pelvis. He thrust deep, and as the shocks ran through him, he dragged her off him just a few inches, then rammed deep again. A little gasp of air, then he blocked her throat once more.

Almost instantly thereafter, he was cumming, jetting his fourth orgasm of the morning directly down her throat, his dick so sensitive now from the frequent use it was starting to ache as he pumped. He gasped, the magic subsiding a bit as his orgasm did, and let her loose slightly, pulling back into just her mouth for the last few spurts of his jerking, spasming penis. He panted for breath, still mind-blown from that little exercise of magic.

As soon as he had his senses about him, he threw himself backward, stumbling back down the aisle, his cock whipping out of her mouth, trailing a line of saliva from her lips. He was still panting hard, but his eyes were wide with shock and a touch of fear. Then they narrowed, and his passed his hand over his ring.

The collar around her neck tightened, cutting off her air almost instantly. He knelt to look her in the eye from some feet away as her lungs immediately started to burn. His voice was low and urgent; he wasn't angry, but he was very emphatic and serious. "You don't make your Master lose control like that. Ever. You dont' always know what he's going to do at the height of his passion. It's not safe to surprise him like that. Do you understand? Nod your head if you do."
 
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