“Because...because...” She started to cry because he was hurting her so terribly and she didn’t know the answer he wanted. “Because I ask too many questions.”
“Getting closer.”
She broke into open sobs. “I don’t know. Please, help me.”
“‘Because I serve you, Master,’” he provided in a tight voice.
“Because I serve you, Master.” Hadn’t he just taught her that? She was so awful at this. So stupid. Her lips trembled and she bit them to keep them still.
“It’s not that hard, Valentina. The answer to the lion’s share of my questions will be ‘Because I serve you, Master.’ The answer to a great number of your questions too.” He released his biting clinch of her nipple. “You deserve to be hurt for no other reason than it amuses and arouses me. Sometimes you’ll be hurt for punishment and sometimes because I want to listen to you cry and beg for mercy.” He smiled as he forced her to her knees. “I enjoy crying and begging.”
She stared, her mouth going dry at the sight of his thick cock straining at the front of his pants. She wanted to open his fly, release him and kiss and caress him, but she still remembered the embarrassment of their first meeting, when she’d knelt before him and he’d stopped her. No, my dear. Not that.
Instead she waited, straightening her back and pushing out her average-sized breasts. She wished she had big, bountiful breasts for him but she could only be as she was. When she dropped her gaze to the floor, he tapped her chin up.
“No, you must look at me. Always look at me. I do not like retiring, introspective slaves who stare at the floor and obsess about their purpose and their feelings. This slave purity is nonsense. You have one purpose here—to please me. To do that, you must be attentive and stay in the moment. You must observe and be ready at any moment to fulfill a request. Above all, you must have energy when you’re with me.”
“Yes, Master.”
Don’t look at the floor. Have energy. Be ready to fulfill requests. While she drilled these directives into her memory he crossed to the far wall, muttering in French. She could only hear a few words, and none of them were comforting. She sensed she was about to be subjected to a trial, an ordeal, to learn if she was strong enough to be one of his slaves. One of many.
She wasn’t going to delude herself. A man like Michel Lemaitre took what he wanted, to include multiple play partners. She herself enjoyed many partners, at least before. Now...
Now she didn’t want to.
She wanted to be his and only his.
He returned with a pair of nipple clamps, a clear glass anal plug, and an unopened vial of lubricant. “Hold out your hands.” When she did, he placed the plug in one hand and the lube in the other. “Hold those for me.”
She knelt, arms outstretched, staring at the plug in her palm. She hadn’t used a lot of anal toys before, and this one wasn’t beginner sized. She swallowed hard as he flicked at her nipples, preparing them for the clamps. When he attached the first one she sucked in her breath at the pain but managed not to flinch or draw away. He put on the second one and let the chain between them drop against her belly, a cold tug at her aching peaks. He squeezed her breasts, avoiding the nipples. The squeezing hurt but the heat and pressure of his fingers somehow made it better. When he knelt to grope her, forcing a palm between her thighs, she stared down at the thick plug in her hand and began to shake.
“Be still,” he said. “I’ve barely hurt you yet.”
“Yes, Master. I’m s-sorry.” Her voice stuttered as he thrust his fingers into her pussy. She dripped with arousal, embarrassingly slick against his hand.
“Someone is excited,” he said. She flushed as he took the plug from her palm and slid it between her legs. He probed her pussy with it, roughly, so she swayed a little on her knees. Then he held it up in the light so she could see the sheen of her juices on the surface. As she stared at it, he brought it to her mouth. “Lick it off. Taste yourself.”
She did as he asked. When he pressed his fingers against her lips, she sucked them also, happy to touch and caress some part of him. When he was satisfied, he drew his hand away and took her face in his palm. “Who do you serve?” he asked softly.
For a moment she forgot the words, but they came to her just in time. “I serve you, Master.”
“Turn around and show me your ass.”
He took the lube so her hands were free. She skittered around on her knees until she faced away from him and then she paused. Did he mean her to bend over? Or just stick her ass out? He solved her conundrum by shoving her forward so fast she nearly thunked her head on the floor. Two smacks of fire attacked her ass cheeks.
“Show me your ass,” he repeated with annoyance. “Point it up in the air and reach back to open yourself. You can balance on your shoulders. I know you know how to balance.” She heard him flick open the lube’s cap. She arranged herself as well as she could, flinching as her position forced her clamped nipples against the floor. She gripped her ass cheeks and parted them, feeling humiliated and punished. He was so good at this. She thought she should tell him that, and tell him how excited she was to be doing this scene with him.
But she wasn’t supposed to be daydreaming about how hot he was and how raw and abject she must look. She was supposed to be alert to him, ready to obey and submit to his urges. When she felt cold lube drip on her asshole she arched a little more, accepting the slow intrusion of his finger when it came. He worked it around inside her and then added another. She clenched around his thick fingers, nervously remembering the pain yesterday, the struggle to accommodate her Master’s size.
He withdrew and added more lube, and then she felt the plug against her hole. Her legs tensed and she drew her knees together, not that she could halt this invasion. The plug was going inside her no matter how long it took, of that she was sure. It was nowhere near as large as his cock, but the pressure of it burned as he tested it against her sphincter. The lube eased the way a little but her body didn’t want it inside. Relax. Relax! Let him do what he wants.
“You see,” he said, as he worked it in and out, a little farther each time, “I hurt you, but I also help you. This plug’s size will make it easier for you next time I fuck your ass.”
When will that be? she wanted to ask, but at the same time, she was afraid to know. She almost let go of her cheeks, not because she meant to disobey but because she was shaking again. She gritted her teeth as the widest part of the plug breached her. In and out, a little more each time. It never got any easier, only more painful. With a heartless grunt, he pressed it in all the way and she clenched around the narrower neck of the toy in relief. It felt heavy and thick inside her, but at least she wasn’t so stretched anymore. When he’d fucked her, she’d been stretched around his huge cock the whole time, pained and terrified. She couldn’t think of that now.
“You can release your ass,” he said. “Stand up and look at me.”
She did as he asked, flushing hot. Her ass felt stuffed. Under his unblinking regard, she tried to display and present herself, tipping her breasts forward and squaring her hips. I serve you, Master. I serve you, Master. Thinking the words made it easier to bear the ache in her nipples and the sore discomfort in her ass. And the fear. He reached out and pulled her back to the couch, back over his lap.
Oh no, she’d thought this part was over. She took some panting breaths and braced herself as he grasped her arm, holding her down. His other hand brushed lazily across her ass cheeks. “Pain is not a game to me,” he said after a moment. “I use it to get what I want. I’ll use it to change you, Valentina. I’ll use it to make you better and stronger. You want that, don’t you?”
“Yes, Master. More than anything.”
“Reach down and place your palms flat against the floor. You are not to move them. You are not to pull away from me. You are to maintain your position over my lap until I’m finished.” He paused, cupping the curve of her ass. “Why do you deserve this, Valentina?”
This
time the words were right there. “Because I serve you, Master.”
“Good. You’re learning.” The first spank landed in a slap of fire. It was harder this time. She wasn’t imagining it. The next one came even harder, and the next one harder again. He paused a few seconds to rearrange her, making her arch her ass up after she’d tensed against him. As she waited, the heat of the spanks spread out, radiated. Her ass clenched around the hard glass plug, sending an intense flush of shamed pleasure to her pussy. She was so wet she could feel the moisture creeping down the insides of her thighs.
Fuck me, please. Don’t spank me. Fuck me. She wished he would fuck her the way he had that morning, grabbing her legs and driving into her pussy with pure unbridled lust. She was ready for him, so ready. He was hard—she could feel it—but he wasn’t letting that break his stern control. The spanks continued hard and loud, spread out across her ass and the underside of her cheeks, and whenever she clenched away from the punishment, a sharp Up! had her arching for more.
She was working so hard to deal with the pain that she didn’t even think of the obscene plug in her ass until he spanked right over it so it bucked inside her. She wanted to cover her face and cry because she hated and loved this at the same time, but she wasn’t supposed to move her hands. When she curled her fingers into fists, he gave her an especially sharp crack. “Palms against the floor.”
It had been five minutes perhaps, that was all, but the pain was building faster than she could process it. It was growing beyond what she could bear. She twitched her bottom to the side and was rewarded with a sharp spank on the side of her thigh.
“Oh, please!” she cried out. “It hurts so badly.”
“Does it? Remind me who you serve.”
She choked down another cry. “I serve you, Master.”
He spanked the backs of her thighs then, near the top where her tender flesh was so much more sensitive, and where there wasn’t much lingering damage to check him. Each blow burned like a hot poker from a fire. With a half-whine, half-cry, she tried to hold her position but it hurt so much. She pounded her palms against the floor in frantic agony.
“Who do you serve?” he asked, walloping her across both cheeks, right over the flange of the plug.
“I serve you, Master.” She practically screamed it. He gave her three more hard whacks and then stopped. He pushed her off his lap onto the floor, not in a violent way, but not gently either.
“Kneel in front of me. Sit up straight, back on your heels.”
She obeyed. When she moved to wipe away her tears, he stopped her. “Leave them. I like them. Now put your hands behind you and spread your cheeks again, nice and wide. So many tight, luscious holes, all of them available to me whenever I want. We are coming to understand one another, aren’t we?”
“Yes, Master.” She gingerly gripped her painful cheeks and spread them. Her toes curled against the floor. Her ass and thighs felt nuclear from the spanking and the plug felt twice as big inside her now. Since she had to hold herself open, there was no chance of her forgetting it was there.
“Don’t move,” he said, leaving the room.
What? Really? She waited, dreading, wondering what would come next. Since she’d reached behind her, her breasts were thrust forward, the chain between them dangling almost to her navel. He returned with a slender, whippy black crop. Valentina’s jaw constricted in panic as she stared at it.
He put his hand under her chin and lifted her eyes to his. Oh, Master. Please...it’s not enough yet? It was all she could do to meet his gaze, as scared and vulnerable as she felt.
“Keep your chin up,” he said, and then with a deceptively economical movement, he flicked the tip of the crop against the middle of her chest, between the vee of the dangling chain. She yelped, but before she could move or even draw breath to say more, he was dealing biting little flicks to her breasts also, underneath, above, all around. Each one made her jerk, but the barrage was so constant she couldn’t define exactly where she hurt. Before, the clamps had faded to a dull ache; now the pain was revitalized tenfold. She wanted to protect herself but she knew she’d get in trouble if she made any kind of defensive movements. She let go of her ass and made fists against her side.
“Are you holding your ass open?” he scolded. “No matter the pain, you must remember your instructions. You must obey.”
She reached back to part herself again, not certain if the shame or pain was worse. Oh, definitely the pain. The flicks continued, one after the other in an endless, horrible tattoo. Every once in a while he’d strike her hips or her belly but then he’d go right back to the shocking, stinging bites on her breasts.
“Oh, God,” she cried. Tears squeezed from her eyes but she didn’t dare do anything about them. They dropped down, hot and slick, onto her chest.
“Who do you serve?” he asked. His voice sounded terrifying. “Look at me and answer.”
She focused on him through the haze of her tears. “I serve you, Master. But...oh...”
“No buts. I’m barely hurting you. If this is too much—”
“It’s not too much!”
But it was almost, almost too much. He looked down at her over his aristocratic nose and started flicking her right on the nipples, one and then the other. She arched back, hating it but forcing herself to take the pain. One of the clamps was knocked loose, dangling down her front, and blood rushed to her tortured peak. In the midst of that agony, he managed to flick off the other one. While her nipples throbbed, the clamps slithered over her knee and onto the floor with a clink.
“Spread your legs,” he ordered, never stopping his assault. She stared at his face, at the crop, at the full, hard cock outlined behind his tailored work pants, and did as he asked. The next blow landed right over her clit. She threw her head back and cried louder, tears flowing down her cheeks and past her ears.
“I find I am able to beat you after all,” he said, his tone light. Amused. “As long as I avoid your back. How does it feel?”
She couldn’t think of an answer. All her energy was focused on keeping her legs open when what she really wanted was to snap them shut. With a start, she remembered she was supposed to be spreading her ass cheeks. She wanted to please him. She wanted to be a good slave.
She spread her legs wider and closed her eyes, accepting two sharp flicks on each inner thigh. She clamped her mouth shut against frantic muffled noises as he continued. Left, right, left, right, then her pussy again. Her fingers dug into the flesh of her tender backside. That, at least, was a pain she could control. Oh, how she wanted to cover herself. Her arms shook from the need. Again and again he flicked her clit, sharp strokes meant to punish and not pleasure.
“Who do you serve?” he asked.
“I serve you, Master.” She could barely form the words. He dropped the crop and opened the front of his pants, releasing his engorged cock. Valentina watched as he rolled on a rubber.
“Open your mouth.”
She obeyed, woodenly, blindly, gagging when he pressed the swollen organ toward the back of her throat. In, out, in, out. He held her head and forced himself deeper. When she choked, he drew away and picked up the crop again. Flick, flick, flick. Left, right, center. She gazed up at him, begging for respite. He paused, still holding the crop, and thrust into her mouth.
This time she tried harder. The face fucking was so much better than getting cropped on the insides of her thighs. She opened her throat and used her lips and tongue as best she could, but eventually she choked again and he drew away to resume the cropping. By this point, between the oral and the pain, she was going a little out of her mind. This is a test, Valentina. What are you made of? Don’t fail him. Don’t fail yourself.
Again, he stopped and brought his cock to her lips. She sucked him in a panic, still holding her ass cheeks wide. If she made him come, would this ordeal end? She deep-throated him for long, industrious moments, controlling her gag reflex. His pleased moans sounded in her ears, a balm to her frazzled ne
rves. As the fever of pain calmed, she allowed herself to appreciate the hardness and scent of him, the clean, musky smell. She was subsisting on very little air, drawing deep gusts through her nose, but still she sucked and licked his cock with all the abandon she could muster.
“Dieu,” he said, drawing away from her. She coughed as air rushed into her lungs. “Turn around.” He positioned her again on her hands and knees, her face to the floor. His hands replaced hers, spreading her cheeks wide. He held her hips and impaled her pussy with a deep groan. It felt so tight, almost unbearably tight with the plug still inside her ass. But, oh God, it felt so good too, so wicked. Her walls clenched and her whole body trembled with the need for release.
“Don’t come,” he warned. “Not until I say.”
No, she wouldn’t come, not ever, if he didn’t want her to. At this point, all she wanted to do was obey.
*** *** ***
Michel held his breath, counting slowly to ten in his head. He wasn’t ready for this to be over, but his cock was about to explode from the sensation of stuffing her tight, hot cunt.
“Jesus Christ, will you be still?” he bit out. He slapped the outside of her thigh, over the lone spank mark lingering there. Her ass and the backs of her thighs were uniformly red. He’d wanted to push her to her limits, past her limits. He’d wanted to assure himself that she didn’t have many limits, which seemed to be the case. He’d seen stronger women crack long before now. He had a feeling Valentina could endure another hour. Another day. Whatever he required. He groaned in his throat at that delicious thought.
He wasn’t going to ease up on her now, no matter how sweet her pussy felt. The first lesson was always the most important lesson—the breaking lesson, so to speak. He wanted her to leave off questioning and give herself to him completely. He wanted her to sleep tonight with one thought and one thought only in her mind. I serve my Master.
Michel steeled himself, drilling into her pussy without a care for her pleasure or her completion. Tonight, that was unimportant. Tonight was about showing her who was on top. He pulled out of her pussy and set about working the toy out of her ass. She was tight and small as hell and he had to go slowly. Once he had it halfway out, he started to piston it in and out of her sphincter. “Do you like that?”
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