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Authors name: Wiley06
Story title : Portervill High: Sara's Punishment
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Porterville High: Sara's Punishment
Part 1.5
By Wiley06
Sara Ellsworth frowned as she looked over at the
sheet of paper Jim had left for her on her couch.
Things, she thought, weren't looking good. Sure he'd
been a great fuck, better than she'd had in a long
time, but she obviously wasn't going to be able to use
her "assets" to get him under her thumb. Maybe in
time, she thought, but until then she would have to put
up with his crap. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad,
especially if he could fuck like that.
She stood up, the sweat drying from her body and
Jim's come leaking out of her pussy, and, picking up
Jim's paper, walked to the bathroom to clean up. On the
way she cursed aloud as she read what Jim had written.
She was to speak only when spoken to in his presence.
She was to refer to him and anyone he chose as master
or mistress -- she didn't like that at all, seeing his
intentions all too clearly. She was to thank him after
anything he did to her. She was not to wear underwear.
She was never to wear pants, only tight shorts, skirts,
and dresses. Every evening that he set aside for them,
she was to have dinner prepared for him as well as $500
cash for him. Every Friday evening from six on would
be for him, and that evening he would give her a list
of dates and times the following week she was to ser-
vice him.
She kept cursing as she read; she was to be his
goddamn slave! She trembled in rage as she stepped into
the shower. Tomorrow and Friday he would return; she
thought about killing him, but didn't think she could
get away with it. If he pushed her too far, though...
Maybe, she thought, she could use this letter to black-
mail him? But then they would just both go to jail,
and she certainly didn't want that. She stamped her
foot in frustration and almost slipped in the shower.
Goddamn that bastard.
-=*=-
Jim picked him up that evening right on time.
"You ready for a good fuck kid?" Jim asked.
"I'm ready," Achilles answered, thinking of the
spanking he had given Amy earlier, her ass thrust
before him, at the mercy of his hand.
"Let's go then!" And they drove off toward Ms.
Sara Ellsworth's home.
Hoping to speed the night along, Sara decided to
wait for Jim in the living room, naked. She was quite
comfortable doing so, nudity being a usual occurrence
with her, and watched TV while she waited. She heard
the front door open and, looking at the clock, thought
right on time. She stood up, one knee still resting on
the couch, and smirked as Jim walked into the living
room, her hands on her hips.
"Hello, Sara," he said, smiling as he moved close
to her, his eyes devouring her naked form.
In return she eyed him. She hoped all he wanted
tonight was another fuck, but somehow she doubted it.
She certainly wasn't going to give him the satisfaction
of being put out, though.
"What the fuck," she cried out, using her arms to
cover her privates and stepping back as she saw some
high school punk step into the room.
"Now now, Sara." Jim, hulking over her, reached
around her head and grabbed the back of her neck in one
huge hand, forcing her to stand next to him so that
Achilles could get a good look, "I've just invited a
friend of mine. You see, he needed a piece of ass, and
since you were available..."
"You fucking bastard!" she yelled, cut short by a
stinging slap across the face, sending her short brown
hair flying about her head. She glared up at him with
large, pretty eyes, and saw his face turn hard.
"Enough of that, you cunt," he growled, shaking
her. "You're already in enough trouble as it is, for-
getting the rules." Turning to Achilles, he said "Come
here kid."
Achilles watched this interplay with a certain
trepidation. His cock was threatening to burst out of
his pants, and the sight of Ms. Ellsworth -- Sara --
her lithe, clean body, her round, smooth breasts, her
strong thighs and legs, her narrow waist and flat
stomach, her sweet, doll-like face, all sent pangs of
lust through him. Her violent reaction, though, caught
him off guard, and he was glad Jim was there. He walked
over to Sara, not able to remove his eyes from her body
and heard Jim introducing them.
"Sara, this is Achilles, he is going to be one of
your masters tonight. Achilles, this is your new fuck-
toy. She'll do whatever you ask."
Sara started when she heard herself referred to as
fucktoy. She had always used others like that; she had
always been in charge. She wanted to turn on Jim and
scratch his eyes out, to hurt him, but one enormous
hand still lay on the back of her neck. She shivered
slightly as she realized his strength: there was
nothing she could do. So she stood there, slight
tingles running up and down her body as Achilles ran
his hands over her flesh, pinching and poking and
caressing her while Jim watched and leered.
Running his fingers over her body set his body
tingling from head to toe. She didn't move as he cir-
cled her nipples with his finger, then gently rolled
them between his thumb and forefinger. He ran his
hands down her sides, feeling the curve of her body,
and down her legs, feeling their strength and firmness.
He ran his fingers through her pubic hair and felt a
damp warmth radiating from between her legs. Finally,
he grabbed both her nippled between his fingers and,
looking directly into her eyes, began slowly squeezing.
He saw defiance in her eyes, and then pain suppressed,
and finally, as he brutally smashed her nipples, she
gasped out in pain, her eyes falling away from his.
"Stop," she gasped, "please... please... let go."
Her hands were on his wrists, knuckles white with their
grip, her breasts distended out into cones from her
chest as she tried to bend away from the pain.
"Please... master... stop!" she finally cried, and
sagged in relief when he released his grip.
Panting with exertion, her nipples sore and
tingling as she tried to massage the pain away, she
heard Jim say, "She's learning." Fucker, she thought,
but didn't dare look up at him. She watched sullenly
as Jim sat down in her armchair and Achilles leaned
back against the couch, his legs stretched out to their
fullest.
"Okay, Sara, my little cunt," Jim said, "give the
boy a blowjob. And you better do some deep throating or
you'll be in more trouble than you already are."
Glaring at Jim, she knelt down between Achilles'
legs and reached for his pants. Unzipping them, she
quickly pulled them down his legs, not bothering to
look at him. As she looked up and reached for his
underwear, she started in surprise: his cock was huge!
It looked obscene on his body, a 9", massively thick
pole sticking out from his scrawny form. She couldn't
help it: when that cock popped free and flopped in
front of her face she began to get excited. She
imagined it in her cunt, driving her to wild orgasm
after wild orgasm. She wanted to fuck this boy right
now, but she couldn't -- damn Jim.
She had always hated giving head, but had learned
how to it well, since she was in high school, all her
older boyfriends had demanded it. In college, she had
rarely done it, and had quickly dropped those guys who
had insisted. By now it was more of a control issue
than anything else, which is why she grimaced with dis-
taste as she gripped his cock in one small hand and
lowered her head until her lips touched his cock-head.
Achilles was in heaven. He had never felt any-
thing like this before. Her warm mouth engulfed the
head of his cock and sent shivers of pleasure down
his body. Her tongue was a little animal darting and
massaging his prick. She bobbed her head up and down
his cock, fondling his balls with her hand, making him
moan at the delicious sensations assaulting him.
Watching her, her lips stretched around his cock, her
hair falling across her face, he felt almost disas-
sociated from his body, the pleasure was so intense.
She worked the head and top his shaft for a
minute, rubbing his inner thighs and fondling his
balls, tasting his pre-cum salty and sour upon her
tongue. She was hoping he would come: her jaws were
already aching from taking his huge cock, and deep-
throating hurt, and with this monster prick it hurt
more than usual. She realized it wasn't going to
happen, and scooted closer to him, positioning herself
so she could ram his cock down her throat in one clean
motion. She placed his cock as close to her throat as
possible without gagging; Now! she said to herself,
and darted her head down hard. She almost gagged as
she felt her throat stretch painfully around his cock-
head -- it felt like her throat was tearing. She
sighed gratefully through her nose as his cock popped
into her throat, and she slid her head down until her
nose was nesting in his pubic hair. Her throat and
jaws ached, but the sharp pain of entry was gone, and
it wouldn't be long now.
Achilles cried out when he felt his cock surge
down Sara's throat. It was incredible, almost painful,
and a brief dizziness assaulted him. He gripped her
head in his hands and held her face against his groin.
Slowly he began humping her throat in short jabs, feel-
ing each sensation as a burst of raw pleasure from his
penis. He felt her hands on his, and let her move his
hands to his thighs. Releasing them, she began playing
with his balls again, pressing and rubbing underneath
them every now and then, sending chills up and down his
spine.
She began working in earnest now, bobbing her head
up and down the length of his cock rhythmically, using
her tongue to scrape along the underside of his penis.
Her throat ached as she tried to tease his testicles to
orgasm, hoping to end this quickly, but he didn't seem
to be losing it yet. Her cunt was wet, she knew, as it
always was when in the presence of men, which was some
relief. She only hoped they would deign to take care of
her needs after she was finished servicing theirs.
He couldn't help himself as he moved his hands
against the sides of her face, feeling her cheeks as
they slid back and forth on his cock. She had been
working him for almost five minutes now, and his whole
groin felt like it was going to burst with sensation.
It was almost painful, what he was feeling, but he
didn't want it to stop. Suddenly the intensity
increased, and he grabbed her head and slammed his
hips into her face, yelling aaaaahhhhhhgggg as he felt
his dick jerk painfully in her throat, spitting his
come down into her stomach.
It felt like it lasted forever, him holding her
face against his pelvis, his spunk flowing down her
throat. Finally, though, he relaxed, moaning softly,
and she pulled back her head, popping his dick out of
her mouth as it started to soften. She gave it one
last suck and then sat back on her heels and looked at
Jim.
"Now what?" she asked, licking her lips to clean
them of her saliva.
Watching his bitch suck dick he could tell she
knew what she was doing. The kid had a monster dong,
but she handled it good. He could also tell that she
hated doing it, which just increased his pleasure as
he watched. Still, she was going to have to pay for
breaking the rules. It should be fun, for him at
least.
"Well, cunt, you just broke rule #1 for the fourth
time tonight, and rule #2 for the third time. And I
don't see my dinner or my money. You also forgot to
thank Achilles there for letting you swallow his come."
He smiled wickedly and stood up. "So, you have to be
punished. Follow me." With that he walked into her
dining room, looking back to make sure she was follow-
ing.
That son of a bitch she thought as she stood up,
glancing down at the still stunned form of Achilles.
She had played master/servant games when she was young,
but they had always been games, where she had some
modicum of control. This was no game: she _was_ his
slave. She followed him, remembering to say "Yes
master" as she walked into her dining room.
"Better. Now bend over the table there. Spread
your legs; wider. Good. Grab the far end, and don't let
go." Jim smiled as he looked down at her back and her
ass. She was bent over the dining room table, her hips
pressing against the edge, her legs wide apart, her
hands gripping the far edge, and twin firm hills of her
ass thrust toward him. He slowly slid off his belt, a
thick leather strap, and doubled it up.
"You're going to get a taste of leather, bitch, on
your backside. I want you to keep count, and after
each stroke, say 'thank you master'. Do you under-
stand?"
"Yes master."
"Good," he said, as he pulled back his arm and
prepared to lay into her. He didn't use all his
strength, but most of it, as he brought the belt down.
A loud retort, as from a gun, echoed through the room
and an explosive "ug!" escaped from the schoolteacher
as the belt landed.
"One," she choked out. "Thank you master."
As the belt landed again, her hips jerked forward,
smashing her mound against the edge of the table and
sending a sharp flash of pain through her ass. "Ug!"
she gasped out again, her hands tightening on the edge
of the table; she was determined not to cry out, but
fuck it hurt like a son of a bitch.
"Two. Thank you master."
God, he loved the way the belt left red welts
across her ass and the back of her thighs. He wanted
her to scream though, and she had so far remained
reasonably silent through eight blows. He glanced up
as he saw Achilles wander in, and then raised his arm
for another blow.
-=*=-
Achilles lay still after Sara had finished, float-
ing in a world of pleasure. When he had come, he had
almost blacked out, little motes of light drifting
before his eyes. Now a feeling of utmost relaxation
had overcome him, and he reveled in it. He was slowly
brought out of this state by the sounds coming from the
other room: a sharp slapping/banging sound followed by
a muffled "Thank you master." He had to get up and
check this out. Walking into the dining room, he saw
his schoolteacher bent over the table, her legs spread
and the ass and the back of her thighs reddened by the
blows of the belt Jim held in his hand. As he watched,
Jim brought the belt down again, striking her hard
across her ass.
-=*=-
She couldn't take anymore; oh god it hurt so much.
Her whole ass burned with a fiery pain, and she scream-
ed as she felt the belt land again, driving unbearable
pain through her body.
"Nine," she sobbed out, her breathing coming hard.
"Thank you master."
<WHACK>
"Aaaaaaahhhhhhgggggg! T... t... ten. ... Thank
you master."
Having gotten her howling, Jim was satisfied for
the moment. He began rubbing his hands all over her
ass, earning gasps of pain from her as he mauled her
bruised, tender flesh.
She was so glad he stopped. She didn't know if
she could stand even one more blow. She gasped out in
pain as he began to roughly massage her ass -- it was
so sensitive every touch hurt. He continued massaging
her ass, and the pain slowly left her, turning into a
spreading warmth across her backside. She moaned in
pleasure and thrust back her hips as he slid a finger
into her dripping snatch.
"I think this slut enjoyed it, didn't you cunt?"
It was true; she was hot now. The whipping hadn't
excited her, but his hands, massaging the pain into a
warm pleasure, turning agony into lust, had. Right now
she wanted a cock, and ground her hips forward against
the table, feeling an orgasm building as she mashed her
clit against the edge of the table.
"Yes master," she whimpered out, engrossed in her
own pleasure.
Suddenly he removed his hands and grabbed the belt
again, whipping her quickly and viciously.
<WHACK> <WHACK> <WHACK> <WHACK> <WHACK> <WHACK>
She howled as the first blow landed on her ass,
pain shooting through her, met by the pleasure from her
clit as she jerked it forward hard against the edge of
the table. Before the next blow could land, she came,
hard, an incredible mix of sensations overwhelming her,
making her body buck along the table as she felt
indescribable sensations flood her body. The blows
kept coming, striking her ass and legs, sending her
orgasm higher and higher, leaving her screaming and
twisting on the table. It was too much; she had never
had an orgasm like this before. It was so intense, so
overpowering, so uncontrollable. He had stopped whip-
ping her and his hands were gripping her ass, his cock
rubbing against her still spasming vagina.
With a single thrust he plunged in, and she felt
another orgasm pile upon her raw nerves, cramping her
guts and sending more waves of pleasure through her
entire body. Her toes and fingers curled and her whole
body tensed and jerked as he thrust several times into
her. He then pulled out and waited, watching as her
body slowly quieted down, finally stopped, collapsed
against the table.
Achilles watched Sara orgasm, amazed at the force
of her convulsions. He imagined Amy stretched over the
table, his cock skewering her after a whipping, making
her come again and again. His cock was once again
painfully erect as he watched Jim pull out and stand
behind the flopping schoolteacher, his cock glistening
with her juices.
Jim knew he had the cunt when he watched her come.
Fucking cunt, he thought as he strapped her again and
again, bruising her jerking body with his belt. He
wanted to fuck her ass, to show her real pain and make
her love it, wanted to shove it up until it came out
her throat. He needed some lube though, so thrust
himself into her sopping cunt, reveling in his power
over her as he felt her come again, her pussy spasming
around his pole. He gave her a few good jabs then
pulled out and waited for her orgasms to die down: he
wanted her to feel every inch of his cock as it
stretched her rectum to its breaking point.
Sara lay across the table, exhausted, her body
still tingling from her orgasms. Then she felt large
hands grab her ass cheeks and she moaned softly, feel-
ing Jim's cock pressing against her anus. She couldn't
think straight, was confused and disoriented by the
powerful orgasms which had coursed through her body.
She managed to moan out a "Noooooo..." as she felt his
enormous cock push insistently at her small nether
opening. She could feel her anus stretching, stretch-
ing, pain lancing into her guts as the head popped
through into her ass-hole.
"Aaaaahhhhhggggg!" she cried, arching her back,
her hands scrabbling against the tabletop. She col-
lapsed, panting and moaning in pain, her head bouncing
once from the hard surface of the table. After the
intensity of the orgasms, the intensity of this ter-
rible pain seemed doubled, tripled. Her mind couldn't
grasp anything except the pain, the horrible pain in
her ass.
Jim grimaced as he stabbed his cock through her
anus into her guts. She was so damn tight it hurt,
but just that one scream made it worth it. He thrust
forward again, managing to sink half his dick between
her tender asscheeks.
Sara felt something tear, and an ugly warmth
spread through her ass. She was moaning now, her mind
blinking on and off like a strobe light as wave after
wave of agony sent her to oblivion and pulled her back
again.
One final vicious thrust and he was all the way
in, his hips setting her asscheeks quivering. What a
tight bitch, he thought, his mind reveling in the power
he had over this cunt. He slid his cock back out and
noticed the sheen of blood on it. All the better, he
thought, more lube, as he thrust brutally back into her
ass.
Sara lay there and moaned as he pulled his cock
back, feeling like it was dragging her insides with it.
Her anus was still an agony of pain, but it was sub-
siding. She was fully conscious now, and through her
exhaustion and pain she cursed that bastard. He
couldn't just fuck her; he had to have her ass. She
clenched her teeth around the sounds of pain coming
from her mouth and tried to grip the smooth surface of
the table near her head. Motherfucker, she thought
each time he thrust forward, bringing a grunt of pain
through her clenched teeth.
He started working up into a rhythm, feeling the
delicious sensations of her gripping ass spread through
his loins. This was the way to fuck, he thought, with
some white cunt at your mercy, loving every abuse he
could heap on her. Thinking he would love to see her
come with his cock in her ass, he grabbed her hips and
lifted her off her feet, driving her hips and her mound
hard into the table with another thrust.
Lifted off her feet, she felt her clit slam into
the table, sending an incredible sensation of pain and
pleasure through her. The room dimmed and she cried
out. Again, and another wave of darkness passed over
her, mixing the sensations in her ass and clit into one
unbearable strain. Again and she began to quiver and
shake on the table, her voice rising into a kining
wail. She didn't know what was happening to her, the
brief, powerful flashes of pleasure and pain from her
clit absorbing the now bizarre pain and pleasure in her
ass to send her into a daze of overwhelming sensation.
Again and again and again he drove is cock into her ass
and her clit against the table. Again and again and
her body began to flop uncontrollably on the table, in
the grip of the most powerful orgasm in her life, every
nerve on fire with near unbearable pleasure as she came
and came.
Jim grunted as he pounded his cock into her ass.
He couldn't hold out for much longer: his balls were
aching and his whole lower body tingling with intense
pleasure. When the cunt began flopping and screaming
on the end of his cock, her ass muscles spasming around
his dick, he came, shooting wad after wad of come deep
into her bowl. He groaned as he shot into her, relish-
ing the sensations assaulting his body, and the know-
ledge that that he had broken the cunt. He kept him-
self inside her, softening slowly, for long minutes,
watching her thrashings as her orgasms refused to
release her from their intensity. Slowly though she
came down, her body draped over the table, covered with
sweat, exhausted. He slapped her on the ass and pulled
out. He wasn't finished with her yet: Achilles still
had to lose his virginity.
Sara lay collapsed on the table, her mind a dream-
like haze. She had never been wracked like that by two
orgasms in her entire life, and she had had many
orgasms. They were incredible, the pain only seemed to
add to her final pleasure. Now she was exhausted, limp
across the table, yet strangely on edge. Sex, of any
type, usually relaxed her, but she was tense, jumpy,
her body shaking as if from an adrenaline and endor-
phine high. She didn't resist as she was pulled off
the table to land on her knees, and was turned around
by the shoulders until she was looking right at Jim's
prick, slicked with blood and slime.
The smell coming from his package brought her to
her senses, the smell of blood and shit. He grabbed
her hair and growled at her, "Clean it up good, whore,
and don't forget my balls." She felt a slight nausea
at the thought, but, at this point, she had no will.
She opened her mouth and took his flaccid dick in, the
coppery taste of blood and the foul taste of her own
bowels coming off on her tongue. Obediently she
licked his testicles clean of her liquids after sucking
his prick clean, and then looked up, still dazed, into
his smiling face.
"What do we say now, cunt?"
"Thank you, master," she whispered through full,
swollen lips.
"What did you say? I didn't hear that."
"Thank you master," she said hoarsely, finally
regaining some balance.
Achilles had watched Ms. Ellsworth's second orgasm
with amazement: she actually liked to be fucked up the
ass. Stroking his cock, he wondered if Amy would like
it too. He knew he would try it with her, whether she
liked it or not, but he was hoping she would. He
thought the idea of having her lick her own shit off
Jim's cock was an especially good touch.
"Achilles," Jim commanded, "lie down on the
floor."
Achilles hurried to obey, removing his shirt and
getting comfortable on the carpeted floor.
Jim turned to Sara, whom he was still holding by
the arm, and said, "Climb on, cunt, and give him your
best fucking, and maybe I won't hurt you anymore to-
night."
Sara looked down at Achilles, holding his monster
prick sticking obscenely straight up from his body, and
stepped over to him. She was worn out, tired, but, she
realized, startled, she _wanted_ another fuck. Not the
brutal pounding Jim had given her, but a nice, relaxing
fuck to calm her, to ease the ache in her ass and relax
her nerves.
She straddled him and looked down into his
excited, apprehensive face and lowered herself slowly
onto his penis. "Oh god," she murmured, it felt so
good, massaging her vagina, pressing softly against
her cervix. She sat on him for a moment, clenching
and unclenching her vaginal muscles, hearing him gasp
for a moment. Then she leaned over and kissed him
softly on the mouth, running her tongue over his lips,
feeling him start and then open his mouth to receive
her.
Achilles moaned as she lowered herself onto him.
Jesus, he thought, pleasure radiating from his groin
across his body, this is so _good_. He gasped when he
felt her muscles massaging his cock, thoroughly enjoy-
ing the sensations assaulting him. He watched her as
she sat astride him, her lithe body covered in sweat,
her legs split over his body, her breasts standing full
and firm from her body, her head back and her eyes
closed as she worked his cock with her pussy. He
watched as she opened her green eyes and looked down
at him, her face a mask of weary contentment, beautiful
perfect, framed by beautiful brown hair. She bent over,
and he felt a little jolt through his body as her
breasts came against his chest, and then mashed against
them as she brought her mouth against his. He started,
as if touched by a live wire, for that's what it felt
like, when she kissed him, running her tongue across
his lips. He moaned again and opened his mouth, his
pleasure centers doubling at his crotch and his mouth
as she pressed her lips hard against his and explored
his mouth with her tongue.
So good, so good she kept thinking as she swirled
her hips around, feeling his cock slide around inside
her grasping sheath, her mouth locked to his, sending
pleasure bolting through her body. She teased him, and
herself, for a few minutes, enjoying the leisurely pace
of this fucking, grateful to hear his moans and gasps
meet hers.
For long minutes she had worked him, and he had
lain passive beneath her, his passion and pleasure
slowly building within him. Suddenly she changed tac-
tics, lifting her hips until his cock was almost pulled
from her pussy and then slowly impaling herself again.
He moaned into her mouth at this change, intense sensa-
tions assaulting his cock and building, slowly but
surely, in his groin. He wrapped his arms around her
slender body and pulled her head hard against his,
sending his tongue for the first time into her mouth.
His whole body felt full to bursting with sensation;
it was incredible, like when she had given him head,
but more, much more, intense.
When he grabbed her in his arms and began to jerk
his hips against her, she picked up the pace. She
could feel an orgasm building in her, from deep in her
stomach, and she wanted it, wanted it so badly. She
began humping faster, releasing his mouth and burying
her head in his shoulder. She felt it close...close...
she sucked hard on his neck... NOW! and she cried out
as she came, soft pleasure washing her body clean of
her previous orgasms, feeling his cock jerk inside her
and spill its seed, relaxing her, bringing her down
from her high. So good, she thought, so good.
Achilles was close. He knew that by the darkness
which was clouding his vision, the darkness which told
of the most intense sensations he had ever felt, the
most intense pleasure. It almost hurt as he felt it
build, quicker now, in his groin and penis. He gasped
as she released his mouth and breathed hot air onto his
neck, sending chills of pleasure down his body. He
could feel her supple strength above him as she worked
toward her own orgasm, exciting him even more: she was
going to pop, and it was his cock which was causing it!
Suddenly her warm mouth was against his neck, sucking,
sending flashes and sparks across his vision as he
burst, his cock jerking inside her as it filled her
with his come. She was quivering an top of him as he
came, and then they both relaxed, collapsing into each
other as they came down from their orgasms.
Jim had demanded that she give him a blow job be-
fore they left, but Achilles was worn out. He sat on
the couch, thinking that this had been the greatest
night of his life, and anticipating many similar
nights, with her and with Amy. When they left,
Achilles told Jim he wanted to be there tomorrow too,
and Jim teased him about his experiences. It was good
to have your very own sex slave, Achilles thought.
Sara, after they had left, showered and then
collapsed in bed, her body exhausted but her mind a
swirl of confusion. She didn't understand, she
couldn't explain, her reactions that night. She had
always enjoyed sex, with pretty much anybody, but she
had never had orgasms like she had had tonight. It
scared her a little that she had responded so willingly
to Jim's cruelty, and it shamed her a little that he
seemed to know that she would get off on it. She
remembered, in high school, when one of the teachers
she had seduced had introduced her to "the scene", as
he called it. It was a group of people playing
sadomasochistic games, and she had willingly submitted.
She had liked the sex, but the games hadn't done it for
her: they were all so structured, and, besides, she
could always just tell them to stop. With Jim, it
wasn't a game: she truly was his sex slave now. She
hadn't wanted to be blackmailed into fucking him, but
had figured that she might be able to gain some control
of him through his cock; it had still been a game. Not
anymore. She was his and whoever he decided to give
her too. What worried her most, though, was she was
beginning to think that she didn't mind.
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