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by MechaBlade It was late and I was tired. Nevertheless it was time for me to continue my training of Drew. These things had to be done by a schedule or they'd never get done. I went down to Drew Barrymore's (locked) bedroom in the basement and placed her in the proper equipment. I then left the room and went to the room of Keisha, my well-trained Black slave. She also stayed in the basement. "Get me hard," I told her. Keisha immediately opened my fly, pulled out my flaccid penis and began sucking me off. Ordinarily, I liked to read the newspaper or watch some TV while Keisha serviced me, but since she was only getting me off, I didn't have much time to kill. Instead I questioned her about my newest acquisition. "What do you think of her?" I asked. "She's not pretty," was all Keisha said. "I know, I know." Keisha looked at me curiously. She knew better than to question me and just continued sucking. I could tell she was slightly jealous. She probably thought my lowered standards had to do with the fact that my newest slave was White. However, it had nothing to do with that. It had to do with who she was. "That's good enough," I said, stopping her. I walked back to Drew's room. She was completely nude, on all fours, and chained down to the ground with her arms locked in two bondage sleeves. Her hands were balled in fists in the sleeves, preventing her from using her fingers do anything. They were a creative design: perfect cylinders with rounded ends where her fists were. Her mouth was also gagged. "Oh, Drew... I'll tell you the truth," I began. "You're not here because I'm some sort of psychotic fan. A lot of celebrity slave owners have starfucker fantasies, but not me. At least not involving you." She looked at me, not angrily, but more with a "what's your point" kind of glance. "In reality, you're a terrible actress who does terrible movies. Do you know that I paid money to see Charlie's Angels 2?" She appeared dumbstruck. "I don't know why, especially after seeing Ever After and Never Been Kissed. I must be some sort of masochist." "So just think of this as payback." I know, it was a corny speech. But it tickled me to say it to her. And it was a good intro to what I was about to do. I removed her gag and she began talking about some shit or another so I gave her a swift kick to the stomach. I waited for her to finish gasping then asked, "Slave, do you know what those things are on your arm?" "No," she said, looking at me scornfully. I kicked her again. "No what?" "No, sir," she coughed. "Can you move your arms?" Drew struggled, trying to move her arms in their strange plastic contraptions. "No, sir." "Good. Now what I want you to do next is beg me to fuck your asshole. When I eventually oblige, I want you to really move your ass a lot and get into it. Got that?" Drew looked back at me angrily. I could tell she didn't want to say anything and get kicked again. However, she surprised me and said, "No... sir." I chuckled at her attempt at defiance. There was no need to kick her again, only explain what was going to happen if she continued being so stubborn. "You may notice that when you could move your arms you can hear the sloshing of water." She could move her arms slightly and hear the water. "You may also notice the cord connecting your bonds to the floor. Outside of the pockets that your arms are in is water and outside that is a heating element. The cord is an electric cord. I held a controller with a button in my hand. When I turn this on, the water will begin heating up until I press the button. The water heats up pretty slowly, but I think you'll do what I ask before your arms are boiled." She looked at me incredulously. I think she was trying to figure out if I was lying or not. I turned the controller on. "Beg me to fuck your ass," I told her. She looked nervous. I stood behind her, looking at her curvy pale ass patiently. Keisha sat in the corner silently. I motioned for Keisha to harden me up a bit more while I waited. "Um..." Drew knew that it was only a matter of time before I entered her ass. She was trapped hundreds miles away from her home. She had already felt my stun wand. She knew I was going to get whatever I wanted. "Fuckmyass," she mumbled. The bondage sleeves began making noise and I knew they were about to get warm. "I said 'beg' for it." "Please fuck my ass," she said quietly. Hard again, I pushed Keisha away. "Louder, and if you forget to say 'Sir' again, I might just chop off your fucking clit." "Please, sir, fuck my ass, sir," she said clearly. I knew her arms had to be warm. "I don't think you really want it. Don't you know how to beg? You're an actress for chrissakes." I didn't look at Keisha. She always had a rough time during my training sessions. I knew she hoped Drew would act right. She always sympathized with the girls, even this one that she disliked and was jealous of. "Please, please, sir," she said moaning like a bad porn star. I knew she was trying to give me attitude, but she was following directions. "Fuck my ass. I want you to stick your little dick in my asshole and fuck me all night long." I ignored the "little dick" comment. Begging for it was the easy part, so I let her slide. I pressed the button and the arm bonds stopped making noise. I opened my pants wide and lined up behind her. She began whimpering and crying as I spread her asscheeks and pressed a wet finger in her asshole to lube her up. I didn't want to ease her pain by lubing her, but I found it incredibly difficult to penetrate a dry tight asshole. "Continue," I told her, pressing my head against her brown backdoor. "Uh... please fuck me, sir. Stick your dick... oh my god! No!" She began to scream as I penetrated the sphincter and moved into her colon. There was a certain depth that always caused anal virgins pain, no matter how much they wanted it and had previously fantasized about it. During consensual sex, I always slowed down here. But then, I had not had consensual sex with an anal virgin since high school. "No! Stop, it hurts! Sir!" I took my thumb off of the button. "Beg me to fuck it harder," I instructed, still moving forward in my first stroke, "and move your ass back and forth. Hump my dick." She began to sob, but the pain started to subside. I didn't know if she could hear the arm bonds heating up again while she just lied there. The fun thing about heat and electro therapy is that they really got the girls moving, involuntarily as it might be. I couldn't use electricity while fucking her without hurting myself, but this method worked just as well. "You're not moving, slave." She just lied, her head on the floor, crying during my anal invasion, gasping when I bottomed out. I moved backwards, still not truly fucking her yet. She had a tight fucking ass, though. I was very pleased with the tightness and warmth enveloping my cock. She gasped differently and I knew that her arms were getting warm. She backed against me, pressing her asscheeks against my thighs. When her arms kept getting warmer, she knew it wasn't enough. She shuddered, moving forward then back again in a few seconds. It was slow, but I knew she was learning. However, it was too little a gesture for me to press the button. "Beg me to fuck your ass." She just cried, moving her ass at almost an acceptable pace. "I'm not pressing the button until you beg me again." "Ah!" she yelped. The water must've been hot now. "Please, sir, fuck me." "You're not moving your butt enough. It doesn't seem that you enjoy it." She finally began dipping her waist and rolling her buttocks, humping my crotch. "Ah, ah! Please, stop it! It's hot!" "Beg me to fuck your ass!" I said, getting angry that she couldn't do two things at once. "Please fuck me!" she began struggling in her bondage sleeves, like she was trying to get them off. "Fuck you where?!" I said, finally fucking her now. I was enjoying this too much to press the button. "Ahh! Ahhh! My ass! Fuck my ass! Fuck my ass! Fuck my ass! AHHhhhh!!" She was finally competent, but I knew she could handle more, so I let my finger hover over the button for a while. She began full-out screaming, still begging me to fuck her ass. "Fuck my ass! Fuck my ass, sir! Fuck it! AAaaaaaaAAAAahhhhhh!!! Fuck ass, sir! Fuck!!! AAAeieii!" I pressed the button and motioned to Keisha, who had tears streaming down her face. I was going to discipline her later for letting her tears flow for no good reason. Keisha sat in front of Drew and spread her legs. "Eat her out," I told Drew. The bondage sleeves were still hot, as they tend to retain heat, so Drew was still screaming and may not have realized that I had pressed the button again. Screaming and writhing like an animal, her only objective was to stop the pain and she stretched her neck out to dive into Keisha's pussy like it was her favorite meal. I was impressed when I realized she was still screaming out a muffled "Fuck my ass!" while eating Keisha's box. Not only that, but she was doing a satisfactory job of still humping me while licking cunt. Satisfied, I turned off the switch and finished myself in Drew's asshole. I jackhammered her shitter as I shot my load, but she didn't complain. She just ate while rolling her buttocks back and forth. She ate well enough that Keisha was beginning to get hot herself. I remained on my knees, inside Drew, my dick shrinking, watching Keisha get off. Good slave. She was learning to do all that was expected of her. You are finished for today when you make Keisha cum. I stood up and left, tidying up the basement until I heard Keisha's loud scream of ecstasy. -Marcell |