I enjoy the sensation of cumming in a pleased woman with her nails dug into my back. Tracy moans loudly as her pleasure shoots through her body like electricity. Our orgasms subside but we remain motionless for many moments. Tracy’s tension begins to leave her body and she starts to go limp. But as before her mind catches up to her body and reminds her of where she is. I feel her tense up again around me, only in a different way from her orgasm. I slide my softening dick out of her and roll of to the side, breathing heavy.
We lay next to each other, breathing heavily. Tracy finally opens her eyes, but looks away, tears welling up again. Now is the moment I have been waiting for, to see if she will react the way I expect her to. Not every women will take to the training, which is why I have to select them so carefully.
“Thank you.” Tracy says.
I hear what I want. “You’re welcome.” Since her abduction, Tracy had been afraid of losing her virginity in a violent manner. Rape is a common fear in most women, doubly so for the thought of their first encounter. I have literally made a gift of not raping her violently for her fist time. In all the years that Tracy is now mine, she will always be able to look back and remember the time that she was scared of being painfully violated her first time. And she will remember the immense relief I gave her in not doing that. Deep down, she will always be grateful to me.
“It won’t happen again, Rapewhore. But you are a good slave so far. And good slaves are rewarded.”
I can see an emotional numbness settle into Tracy’s body as I finish speaking. She knows she will be here forever. She’s preparing herself for the rest of her life, just as she prepared herself of my cock inside of her.
“Rapewhore, go to the door and knock on it. When the Whore answers, tell her to send in The Post.” I cup my hands under my head and wait to see how well Tracy will obey my instructions.
Tracy stands and places her hands behind her back before walking to the door. Looking at her upside down from where I lay I see her knock with one hand before returning it behind her. The door opens a moment later as the Whore, fully clothed in her uniform latex body suit and lovely exposed breasts opens the door.
“Daddy wants The Post sent in now.” She says to the dungeon staff slave. The Whore nods and closes the door. Tracy walks back and stands to the side at attention. I see my semen starting to slide down my leg. I smile.
Perhaps thirty seconds pass before there is a courtesy knock on the door. It opens and The Post walks in. She is beautiful as always. Every inch of her supple, naked body has been scarred and re scarred over and over again. Not on inch of flesh is pristine any longer.
“Post,” I begin, “Come over here and clean me off.”
“Yes daddy, thank you.” The Post walks over to me and kneels down before opening her mouth and taking my dick into it. With expertise honed over years of practice she begins to clean my cock with her mouth. Her tongue slides along my shaft. She knows how to make it feel good without specifically arousing me. This is a chore, not play time and she knows it intuitively.
I watch Tracy as The Post works on my member with her mouth. Tracy stares straight ahead, but I’m sure she sees clearly with her peripherals. She reacts not at all.
The Post raises her head, finished cleaning me off and sits back on her legs, folded beneath her.
“Now go clean Rapewhore’s cunt. Rapewhore, spread your legs and squat down for The Post to clean you off.”
I expected a fraction of hesitation from Tracy. No one, let alone someone of the same gender has every put their mouth on her pussy before and I expected a reaction. Instead widens her stance and squats down as The Post moves over to her and sits herself beneath Tracy’s legs.
The Post begins by licking Tracy’s thigh up to her pussy, using her tongue to gather my semen. Tracy winces at the intrusion of The Post’s tongue inside of her. The Post licks and slurps has best she can, cleaning my seed from Tracy’s body. I enjoy the sight.
Soon The Post is done and she stands at attention next to Tracy. Tracy, obeying the last order given, fights to stay squatted. Very good Tracy.
I stand.
“Rapewhore, did The Post do a good job cleaning you?” I ask Tracy.
“Yes daddy, The Post did a very good job of cleaning my pussy.” She replies. It’s beautiful to hear.
“Did you enjoy how it felt?”
“Yes daddy, ” Tracy answers again, “It felt very good.”
I stand before her and smile. “Then she was a good slave and deserves to be rewarded.” I look over to The Post. “Post, go stand facing the wall and place your hands against it.”
“Yes daddy.” The scarred slave replies and walks over to the wall as I’d ordered. She knows what is about to happen and is waiting for her reward.
I walk over to the toys hanging from the opposite wall and chose a small whip. I take it and return to Tracy.
“Rapewhore, give 50 lashes to The Post as a reward. Make it hurt, but I only want the last five to bloody her, do you understand?”
I hold the whip out for Tracy to take it. She hesitantly reaches out and takes the whip, nodding. “Yes daddy.” She answers, confused.
She had thought that she would have things done to her. She will learn that being a slave means doing, not having done to her.
I walk to the door and open it. The Whore outside stands at attention.
“Watch Rapewhore whip The Post and tell me exactly what happens when it is done. I have some business to check up on.” I tell the Whore.
“Yes daddy.” It replies. I reach out and painfully tug an exposed nipple, pulling the slave forward.
“Now, Whore. They are about to start and I am leaving.”
“Yes daddy, thank you.” From beneath the latex mask the slave answers in a pained voice. Her nipple will be purple for several days, I was not gentle. It quickly moves passed me into the room and I close the door behind me.
Tracy is almost done. I have a bit of business to attend to. I will have the Whores run Tracy through some lessons.
I think tomorrow I’ll hurt Tracy. Yes, I will hurt her very badly.
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