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Subject: {ASSM} A New Slave part 2 (Mf oral nc? reluc?) by Foxbat
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A New Slave part 2 (Mf oral nc? reluc?) by Foxbat


Disclaimer:  The characters in this story are completely fictional,
and bear no intended resemblance to characters in real life.  This story
contains graphic sex, in some cases non-consensual, and should not be
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A New Slave part 2



   Olaf tried his best to keep his mind on his patron's business, but his 
mind was elsewhere, namely on the new slavegirl he had acquired.  It was 
like the holidays in his land, he thought, feeling anticipation he had not 
felt in years over what was to come.

   The other men who worked for the patron were all natives of this place, 
and some looked down on him for being an outsider.  When he was first 
brought here, Olaf had strove to be accepted as one of them, and he had 
largely succeeded.  He could not completely deny his heritage, however, and 
had come to discover the benefits of being considered a barbarian in this 
very formal culture.

   By retaining his accent, and pretending he was still unfamiliar, he could 
ask questions and obtain information which no native ever would or could.  
Others did not fault him the way they would themselves; it simply reinforced 
their stereotype.  Olaf's patron was one of the few shrewd enough to see the 
value in this, and had promoted him rapidly.  Olaf had even taken the word 
for Savage in their language as his last name.

   One or two of the other retainers with whom Olaf had come to be friends 
came by, their slaves in tow as custom dictated.  Olaf looked at the young 
girls, walking demurely behind their masters, head bowed slightly, stark 
naked except for some decorative jewelry.  Having a slave was a status 
symbol in addition to the obvious benefits, and Olaf looked forward to the 
time soon when his slave would be trained well enough to accompany him.

   At the end of the afternoon, Olaf left, crossing the grand capital city, 
marveling again at the accomplishments of this people.  Arriving back in his 
apartment, he removed his cloak, and helped himself to a brief supper before 
taking a deep breath and opening the door to the slave room.  There on the 
floor, much as he had left her, was his new slave.

   She was naked save for the bonds, which consisted of cuffs and a leather 
face harness - a piece of leather in the shape of an inverted Y which went 
down between her eyes, to split at the bridge of her nose.  Connecting the 
ends of the Y was an additional strap which held a bright red ball firmly in 
her mouth as it continued around behind her head to join the other end of 
the Y.  An additional strap under her chin held her mouth down on the ball.

   The black of the leather and the red of the ball contrasted beautifully 
with her pale skin, Olaf thought, as he watched her chest move as she slept. 
  Without waking her, Olaf walked to a panel in the wall which opened.  He 
selected a whip (a slave-warming gift from one of his friends) which much 
resembled a riding crop.

   This was the part he did not like.  Aiming carefully, Olaf brought the 
whip down sharply over the exposed breast of the sleeping girl.  Her eyes 
flew open as she shrieked into the gag, and jolted upright.  Her bonds 
inhibited her attempt to scramble away from Olaf.  Reaching out and grabbing 
her by the hair, he moved his face so it was only inches away from hers.  
She had to know that he was her master.

   "This is the first and last time I will talk to you in our language.  I 
am your master, and you will do what I say, always, and without hesitation.  
The first thing I order of you is to learn the language of this place.  I 
don't expect instant success, but failure will be punished.  I am not a 
cruel man, and I don't enjoy hurting you, but both you and I are bound now 
by the rules of this land, and I will follow them, as will you.  In time, 
you will come to realize that following the rules has its own rewards."

   Olaf released her head, but continued to stare into her fear-filled big 
blue eyes.  Speaking in his new language, Olaf told her to be silent, and 
made the universal gesture by placing his finger over her lips.  Pulling her 
head towards him, he then began to remove the harness.

   When her head was free, the language lesson commenced.  First on the 
agenda was body parts, as he pointed and spoke.  Only a few lashes were 
needed before she caught on and started trying to repeat.  After mastering 
the important parts, he locked her cuffs and they covered the proper 
positions for a slave, including kneeling with legs apart and hands clasped 
behind the back, and standing staring at the ground.

   After an hour or two of standing up, kneeling, and touching various body 
parts, Olaf decided that the lesson for the night was concluded.  She had 
been very quick at picking up the words, and had made no attempt to say 
anything other than repeating what he had instructed her.  He could tell 
from the look of abject fear in her eyes whenever he lashed her that the 
slave traders had made no attempt to spare the whip - she was not broken, 
but most of the fight was out of her.

   Olaf decided that she had been well enough behaved to not need an O-gag 
for the next lesson.  Removing his tunic, he approached her.  Gnashing his 
teeth and then holding his crotch, he motioned to her with his knife that he 
would cut off a nipple if she decided to try anything.  She shrunk back from 
the knife, nodding vigorously in fear.

   Placing the knife on the shelf with the whip, Olaf approached her.  She 
was kneeling in the proper position, eyes downcast.  Olaf was in that 
intermediate state, somewhere less than hard, and somewhat more than soft, 
as he moved closer, so that his cock was less than an inch away from her 
face.

   Olaf placed his hands on the girl's head as he watched her tongue snake 
out to touch his cock.  She licked slowly up the length of it, as he 
shuddered, feeling himself hardening.  After a few more licks, she used her 
tongue to pull the tip into her mouth.  Swirling her tongue over it, she 
rocked back and forth gently, helping him to get fully erect.

   When she judged that he was ready, she fluidly moved forward, deep 
throating the entire length of his cock in one smooth motion.  Olaf knew 
such things were possible, but never in a million years would he have 
expected this from his first use of his slave.

   Working like a pro, the girl pulled back until only the tip was in her 
mouth, angling her head so that his cock pressed into her cheek.  Olaf felt 
his knees go weak as the incredible sensations coming from his penis took 
over his consciousness.  He had never been very big on oral sex, but this 
was ungodly good.  Part of his mind wondered where this girl has learned how 
to do this.

   Releasing his cock from her mouth, she tongued his balls for a moment, 
causing Olaf to suck in his breath, before she sucked a ball into her mouth. 
  Letting her tongue dance over it, she let go before capturing the other 
ball.  Olaf was in heaven, as she went back to his cock.  Unable to control 
himself, he thrust himself into her face, feeling his cum building up.  
Unfazed, she again took his entire length in her throat, tickling his balls 
with her tongue as he bottomed out.

   When Olaf came, grunting and huffing, she swallowed his come without 
hesitation, and very gently swirled his now deflating penis in her mouth to 
remove the last drops of cum.  When he finally pulled out, she beamed up at 
him with an unabashed look of accomplishment.

   And not without good reason, Olaf decided, still stunned by the feat he 
had just experienced.  That had been better than some of the sex he had in 
his life.

   He patted her on the head, to show his appreciation, as she smiled. 
Drawing her to her feet, Olaf ran his hands over her fine body, finding her 
crotch moist, if not dripping wet.  Pressing his fingers into her folds, he 
felt her snuggle against him, as he massaged her labia.  His cock twitched 
in anticipation, slowly coming to life again.

   Scooping her up, he carried her into his bedroom, laying her gently on 
the futon where he slept.  For the first time, knowing that he probably 
shouldn't, he kissed her.  Her mouth was active, as their tongues fought for 
control.  The kiss broke with them both panting, as Olaf maneuvered into 
position.  He could not wait to have sex any longer.

   Just as his cock touched her pussy, Olaf felt the girl go entirely rigid, 
her legs trying to close and keep him out.  Puzzled, Olaf watched her face.  
Her eyes were screwed shut with a look of terror.  She tried to slide down 
to blow him again.

   Olaf was torn - she clearly did not want to have sex for whatever reason, 
and her lips were talented enough.  But that was not how things worked here. 
  Not matter what the circumstances, a slave who would not have sex would 
get them both in trouble sooner or later.

   Dragging her back up the bed, Olaf easily over powered her, forcing her 
legs apart.  She had not gone completely dry, but was not as wet as she was 
before, Olaf observed as he rubbed his penis against her pussy in 
preparation for penetration.  As he pushed inwards, she shook her head 
violently, trying even harder to squirm away and close her legs.  She was 
incredibly tight, and Olaf had to try several times before he was properly 
aligned.

   He pushed, and felt the head of his cock go in slightly, before hitting 
resistance.  Suddenly, it dawned on him why she was such a good cocksucker 
and so resistant to actual sex.  She was a virgin.

   Taking a moment to appreciate this, he bent down and kissed the 
struggling girl on the forehead.  Taking a deep breath, he thrust forward 
though the resistance, and into her vagina as she yelped in pain and defeat. 
  He paused, buried entirely inside her, as she ceased her struggles.  Olaf 
could feel her around him, squeezing him almost painfully.  He could feel 
her pulse, and was acutely aware of every sensation on every square inch of 
his cock.  This was unlike anything he had ever experienced before.  The 
pain was finally starting to ebb as he studied the slave girl pinned under 
him.  Her face was still creased in pain, tears still welling from the 
corners of her eyes, but she lay still.  He slowly began to withdraw his 
penis, trying to be tender, until only the head remained inside.  He was 
amazed at the tightness as he slowly invaded her for the second time, 
feeling with heightened sensitivity every millimeter of his manhood 
disappear inside her.

   As he fucked her slowly, Olaf lost himself in the sensations emanating 
from his groin.  Things were moving more easily now, although she had not 
lost the super tightness which was driving him nuts.  It was a good thing, 
he thought, that he had come once already, or he would be spaying her right 
now.

   Picking up the pace a little, he was so immersed in himself that he did 
not notice her grimace lightened, as her body adjusted to the intruder and 
began to lubricate their copulation again.  It was still not entirely 
enjoyable, but the worst was past.

   Olaf could feel her shifting under him, as he moved to change the angle 
of penetration.  The increased friction was too much, and 3 strokes later, 
he felt himself erupt suddenly into her vagina, as he grasped the mattress 
and grunted.  Sliding back and forth in her overly lubricated pussy, Olaf 
let the aftershocks of orgasm roll through him.  Pulling out, he lay next to 
the girl, turning her so that they were spooning.  Olaf played absently with 
her breasts, as he enjoyed true post orgasmic bliss.  This owning a slave 
business was definitely worth the added cost, he concluded.

   After drifting in and out of semi-sleep for a while, Olaf finally got up. 
  Taking her hand, he pulled the sleepy girl from the bed as well, leading 
her into the tiny bathroom, where he showed her where the washcloths were, 
and how to properly soak one in hot water.  He then carefully cleaned the 
blood and cum from her crotch, before cleaning off his own organ.  Dropping 
the used cloth into the disposal, he guided her back to bed.



continuation possible.


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This has turned out to be a surprisingly good and surprisingly writeable 
fantasy... perhaps more will be forthcoming.

You can find part 1 at http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/foxbat/www

As always, I love to hear what people thing, for better or worse.  Drop me a 
line - the_foxbat@hotmail.com


Yours,
Fox

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