It was then that she snapped out of her paralysis.
She jumped up and dropped to her knees, her breath
shaky and her eyes wide as dinner plates.
I pulled the ring gag out of my pocket and started
fastening it around her head. She cried out and
tried to fight me, earning a slap to the face.
After fixing on the gag, I kept a hand on her shoulder
as I began unfastening my belt. This served a duel
purpose. As I started to pull down my trousers, I could
see the tempting target that was her back. Clasping the
belt in a firm grip, I slid it along her spine causing
her to flinch.
“Lean forward, and suck me off” I told her.
She had frozen again. But I was confident she’d break
out quicker this time.
With a casual flick of the wrist, I sent the belt into
her back with a crash. She wailed, and jerked as the
spasms of pain overtook her. She didn’t wait to be told
again, and lurched forward to slip my waiting cock into
her gaping mouth.
I sighed, pleased to have my pulsing dick back inside a
girl’s mouth. Dropping the belt on the sofa, I took her
head in my hands and began pumping in and out of her lips
with ever increasing speed. She gagged and gurgled, as
any girl would under the onslaught my particularly large
cock presented her, but had no way of stopping me.
I gave an unusually rough shove, and felt the head of my
cock slip into her throat. She gargled and choked, her
neck jerking back. But my hands stopped her and my cock
remained lodged in her throat. I raised my head and let
out a long groan, experiencing the incredible feeling of
her body desperately swallowing, trying to clear her
airway. But to know avail, all it succeeded in doing
was working the tip of my cock as good as any pair of
hands could. I could feel myself beginning to edge, and
I could feel her struggles becoming more panicked and
frantic. So I withdrew from her throat and watched as
she collapsed backwards, gasping for air and spluttering
out globules of saliva. She gave several loud coughs,
before rising up again and looking at me in disgust.
“Whhghy aghh ough gouighng ishhg?” she forced out around
the ring gag, tears pouring down her cheeks.
I chuckled. “I don’t much like the sound of your voice,
Katie.”
And with that I plunged my quivering cock back into her
throat in one long motion. Her eyes shot wide open, as
the hacking and sucking noises from her neck resumed. It
was evidently horrible for her. But it was heavenly for
me. I pushed deeper, forcing the entire length of my
pulsing member into her esophagus. She couldn’t breathe,
couldn’t see with my belly in her face, couldn’t smell
with her nose mashed against my crotch, and she couldn’t
hear with my hands covering her ears. Total sensory
deprivation, so all she knew was the pain of my cock
viciously throat fucking her into oblivion.
When I was satisfied that she had learned a valuable
lesson, I ceased prolonging the inevitable and fired off
a large portion of my cum into her by now gaping throat.
She swallowed it up quickly, working to have her airway
clear again. I unhitched myself from her jaws and stood
back, watching with contentment as she spluttered back
into the real world.
Her eyes were wide and staring, as reality and clarity
came back to her. I had to force myself not to laugh too
hard as she glanced around in confusion. Perhaps she
passed out a little while I fucked her? Who knows.
I pulled off the ring gag and dropped it casually onto
the sofa. By now she was staring back up at me, horror
and fear emanating from her. When I spoke, she visibly
flinched and shied away.
“So. Katie. Did you learn your lesson?”
She gulped, and nodded slowly.
“Yes?” I asked loudly.
“Y.. yes” she whispered softly.
“Tell me you learnt your lesson” I commanded.
“I learnt my..”
“Wrong!” I shouted. I picked up the belt and lashed it
against her open belly. She cried out in pain, jerking
backwards away from the belt. I continued, “A slave never
refers to themselves in the first person. You will say
‘this slave’ learnt ‘her’ lesson. Yes? Now tell me.”
I watched as the concept washed over her, and she
shuddered in discomfort.
“This slave learnt her lesson” she whimpered.
“Master?” I stated loudly.
“This slave learnt her lesson, Master.”
I turned away, contented, and walked around the sofa.
When it was between Katie and me, I commanded “Get up
here, bitch.”
She was evidently getting better at obeying, barely
hesitating before rising to her feet and kneeling on the
sofa. I stood before her, keeping my face level with
her’s. She winced as my gaze raked over her shaking
features.
“You’re going to spend the next couple of hours alone
down her, girl. And I want you to spend them thinking
hard. How do you want to live the rest of your life?
Because how you act as a slave can greatly affect that.
Do you want to be sold to some immensely wealthy buyer,
a dictator perhaps, and live in a palace with all your
desires provided for? Or do you want to be sold to a
backstreet pornographer to be killed in a snuff film?
Your call, bitch.”
With that, I turned and began to leave. “Use the toilet.
Or just curl up on the sofa and cry. I don’t care.”
As I walked upstairs I heard her begin to, yes, cry.
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