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Subject: {ASSM} Schoolgirl Slave Chapter 10
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Date: Sat,  4 Jun 2005 09:10:03 -0400
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Schoolgirl Slave
By Fantasy Stories
(c) FantasyStories2000



   Chapter 10 - Breakfast

   He sat at the table, watching her beautiful and of course naked body as
she made the pancakes.  She had to move past him to get to the cupboards
and fridge and on the third pass he couldn't hold back any longer from
touching her jiggling tits.  He wasn't really surprised when she kept on
walking.  Disappointed maybe but not surprised.  For a while he let it go,
continuing to watch her.  He knew her well enough to realise she was subtly
making sure she didn't go past him again.  Not only that, she was also
keeping her back to him, even when it would have been natural to be facing
his way.  This wasn't how it was meant to be.

   In his fantasies, he would have woken up this morning and she'd have
turned into the perfect slave but he guessed that wasn't going to happen.
Still she was his slave so he could do anything he wanted to her because
that was what the deal was all about.  Trouble was he was uncertainsure
about what to do next.  His fantasies hadn't really prepared him for the
reality that Janet would actually become his slave.  Sure, they'd have sex
a lot, but there had to be more than that he realised.

   Then it came to him, what he was going to do today and tomorrow and the
day after and for as long as necessary until it was finished.  He was going
to train her to be a good slave, a perfect slave.  And maybe he'd even get
her to be a real slave like in the stories he liked where she'd not only do
everything he wanted, but she'd love doing it.  Then she'd really know she
couldn't be a bitch to him ever again.

   "Come over here."

   She had her back to him, mixing the batter when he called her over.  For
a second she closed her eyes taking the moment to control herself.  Since
coming into the kitchen she'd been getting increasingly mad at him.  No,
mad wasn't right because that's how she'd been feeling since this whole
thing started.  She was feeling more and more like telling him to totally
fuck off, that's what it was, but she knew she couldn't do that.  Knew
she'd have to put up with him.  But she had a choice.  She could let him
beat her or she could at least try to keep her pride, not let him get to
her.  Like being naked.  He probably expected her to still be embarrassed
about being naked in front of him, which of course she was.  But she
wouldn't let him see that, she'd stand in front of him as if she had
clothes on.  Yeah.  Turning, she walked over to him and stood there, arms
by her side, not looking at him, her eyes half lowered to one side.

   "Turn around."

   As she stood with her back to him he reached out and cupped her right
arse cheek, caressing it for a few seconds before taking his hand away.

   "Turn back.  Good.  Um, you're my slave right?"

   "Yes master."

   "You signed the slave contract didn't you.  Saying you'd, you know,
always respond to what I do to you, thank me when I do things to you, um,
always be sexy, umm, tell me if you do something wrong.  You know, all that
stuff."

   She wasn't sure where this was leading but suddenly she was worried. 
Something was happening.

   "Yes master."

   "So if I want to touch your tit like this, what would you do?"

   He'd reached out and was just holding the underside of her right tit.

   "I'd let you master."

   "Is that all?"

   "Umm, yes, umm, I guess so."

   She'd started using the 'I' word again but he decided to let it go for
the moment although later he'd punish her for it of course.

   "You wouldn't like do anything more.  Wouldn't maybe try to push your
tit into my hand or, I don't know, tell me you like it, like me touching
your tits?"

   "Yes master.  I would.  I um, I like it when you touch my tit."

   As she answered him she lent forward a bit, pushing her tit into his
palm.

   "So.  You know this is what you should do.  Is that what you're saying
is it."

   "Yes master."

   He moved his hand down over her stomach to her mound.  This time she
made sure she was pushing forward although she didn't say anything but only
because she couldn't think of anything to say about his hand against here
there.  Then he started playing with her pubic hair, sort of combing his
finger through it almost like he was trying to straighten it out.

   "Okay, then a few minutes ago when you walked past me and I touched your
tit, you kept on walking.  You didn't stop.  If I didn't know better I'd
almost think you didn't want me to touch your tits.  My tits really, aren't
they."

   "No master ...  I mean yes master, they're your tits.  What I mean ...
what your slave means is ..."

   "What my fuck slut means."

   "What your fuck slut means is that your fuck slut was getting things
from the cupboard.  I mean, um, your fuck slut means, umm she didn't know
master."

   "No, that doesn't make sense.  You've already told me that if I want to
touch you then you'd let me.  Not only let me but, you know, you'd help. 
Isn't that right slave?"

   "Yes master."

   "So before you must have done something wrong.  Yes?"

   "Umm, yes, I guess so master."

   "Shit you're slow this morning.  Your slut guesses, your bitch guesses,
your cunt guesses.  Not I."

   "Sorry master.  Your cunt guesses."

   "Okay, good.  So what happens when you do something wrong slave?"

   By now he was taking just a couple of strands of her pubic hair and
pulling on it, tugging so the skin on her mound pulled out as the hair
slowly slipped through his fingers.  She knew what he wanted her to say but
it was so hard.  She wanted to cry again, wanted to run away and hide, but
she couldn't.  All she could do was try to control her trembling as she
whispered the words.

   "You, you punish your slut master."

   "What?"

   "You punish your slut master.  Ow!"

   This time he'd yanked on a couple of strands of her pubic hair, pulling
them out.

   "Right, so do you deserve to be punished for what you did earlier?"

   "Oh, yes master."

   "Okay slave, if you think you should be punished then I'll punish you
later.  Here, you'd better write it in your punishment book in case you
forget.  Let's see, I think there's 'lied to master', 'pulled away when
master wanted to touch my tits ...  no, make that my big tits' and 'didn't
offer my tits to master to play with when I knew he wanted to play with
them'.  Of course there's also 'referred to myself as I many times instead
of slave or slut or cunt or any of the other names a slave is called'. 
Show me what you've written.  Okay, one more I think.  'For being a stupid
cunt and trying to fool master - double punishment'.  Okay get back to
making breakfast slave."

   As she started mixing the batter again she realised that her hands were
still trembling.  She was going to be punished again.  He was going to hurt
her and there was nothing she could do about it.  Except make sure she
didn't do anything else to piss him off.  Now she needed the milk.  Two
minutes ago she'd have gone around the other side of the table, avoiding
him but this time she went straight past him, waiting for him to make the
slightest move so she could stop and let him do whatever he wanted to her,
touch her, finger her, wherever he wanted to do.

   Of course he didn't do anything as she went to the fridge or came back.
Next she realised she needed some butter and this time he did reach out. 
She froze as his hand settled on her right tit and held it.  She knew she
should be doing more than just standing there but it was like her body had
turned to stone.

   "Hmm, that's a bit better but not really good enough.  Now pay attention
carefully slave.  If I want to do something with your body you not only let
me, you've got to make it easy, you've got to help me with it.  Now why
don't we try again.  Go back over there.  Okay walk over here."

   She wasn't exactly certain what he wanted but there was no way she was
going to say anything in case she said the wrong thing.  Back to the bench,
turn around, walk back to the fridge and as soon as his hand moved stop. 
But this time she turned towards him and as his hand covered her boob she
lent down towards him a bit, smiling at him and sort of humming.

   "Hmmm."

   "Like that do you?"

   "Yes master."

   He gently played with her boob for a few more seconds and then let go,
shaking his head.

   "Nope, you're not getting it are you.  I'll have to add another
punishment later.  You really are proving to be a stupid little cunt aren't
you cunt."

   "Oh, no master, please I ...  um, your, your stupid cunt's sorry.  What
did your stupid cunt do wrong?  Please tell me ...  her.  She'll try again,
please master."

   "Well I take the time to play with your stupid tit and when I ask you if
you like me playing with it all you can fucking say is yes.  Not that it
feels good, or I don't fucking know, anything.  You just stand there like a
fucking statue saying yes.  Maybe the punishment will help you get it
right."

   "Oh, yes, you're right, your stupid slut's sorry.  Please let her try
again, please.  She'll do better, please she promises.  You don't have to
punish her, please."

   "Well, okay.  But fucking try a bit harder cunt or I'll have to fucking
punish you big time.  Go on, back over there."

   Back to the bench, turn, approach.  As soon as his hand touched her tit
she was moaning.

   "MMmmm.  Oh yes."

   As she lent down, without thinking of it her right hand came up and
covered his, stroking it as he massaged her boob.

   "Like that do you slave?"

   "Oh yes master, your slave likes you playing with her boobs.  Feels so
good when you hold them like that.  Oh yes.  Oh, your squeezing your
slave's boob.  Ohh, shit, hurting."

   "I like doing that sometimes.  You don't mind do you slave?'

   "Ahhh.  Oh, no.  No master.  Hurts.  Ahh."

   "I'd like to squeeze harder, hurt you more.  Do you want me to slave?"

   "Oh, yes.  Master.  Yes, please.  Ahhhhh.  Oh shit, I mean thank you. 
No, your slave means thank you master.  Ahhh.  Yes, that's nice."

   He hadn't squeezed as hard as he had a couple of times yesterday but he
was pleased that she hadn't tried to get away.  As he pulled on her tit she
lent over even more till he was able to take her nipple in his mouth.

   "Oh, yes master, that's nice.  Suck my ...  your slave's nipple.  Oh,
yes that feels good."

   He didn't know what it was about having her nipple in his mouth that was
so special, all he knew was that it felt fucking amazing.  The rubbery feel
of it was unlike anything else he knew.  Later he'd probably suck on it for
a lot longer but now he really did need some breakfast so he reluctantly
let her go.

   "Okay slave, finish making my breakfast.  Hey, aren't you forgetting
something?"

   She'd started to turn back to the bench but quickly turned back to him,
desperately trying to think of what she might have forgotten.  Then it came
to her.

   "Thank you master.  Thank you for playing with your slave's tit and for
sucking her nipple."

   "That's much better.  See you can learn.  Okay go on."

   After that, apart from a gentle slap on her bum as she turned away, he
didn't touch her again, letting her finish getting their breakfast.  When
she finally brought the food to the table he toyed with making her eat hers
on the floor like a dog, but somehow that didn't feel right so they ended
up facing each other across the table.  As they ate he made her tell him in
detail how she and Marcia stole the exam papers.  It was during this that
he decided what he wanted to try with her next and he only really half
heard her story as his heart started beating faster with nerves at the
thought of what he was going to be doing in a few minutes.  Finally it was
time, the last bit of toast gone, the last sip of coffee supped.

   "I want you to take everything off the table and then lie down on it. 
I'll be back in a second."

   "Yes master"

   It didn't take her long to clear the table and then she climbed up onto
it.  She wasn't sure what to do so she sat at one end, feeling very
vulnerable.  As she waited for him to come back she tried to stay calm but
her mind started filling with thoughts of him punishing her for what she'd
done earlier.  When he did come back her heart sank as the first thing she
saw was the bunch of rope in his hand and the cuffs he'd used yesterday
when he'd raped her in the behind.  If he wanted to tie her up again them
he must be going to whip her and maybe do it to her in the bum again.  She
wanted to beg him not to and almost did but the knowledge that he'd only
whip her harder if she did stopped her.  Instead, apart from practically
hyperventilating with fear, she did nothing, just sat waiting for him to
once again do whatever he wanted to her.

   "Lie down.  Good.  Now get your bum right up to the edge.  Closer. 
Perfect.  Now spread your legs.  Come on wider.  More.  I want them as far
apart as you can slave.  Yeah, thought that'd work."

   As she tried to do what he wanted he was pushing and pulling at her legs
till finally he had her in the position he wanted.  Her bum was right on
the end of the table and her thighs were spread out in a straight line on
either side, like she was doing the splits.  Her knees were now over the
other sides of the table, her legs dangling down alongside the table legs.
Which was perfect for what Richard was planning and he quickly had the
cuffs on her ankles and then her ankles tied off to the table legs.  He
looped a second rope around the top of the table leg and just under her
knee on each side, making doubly sure she was secure.  Next he cuffed her
wrists and secured them to the other legs, stretching her arms out and to
the side above her head.  As a final touch he wrapped the blindfold around
her cutting off her vision entirely.

   Stepping back from her head he took a moment to examine his handy work.
His heart started beating faster as he looked down at her, blindfolded,
secured and stretched out flat just for him.  He could do anything to her
he wanted now, fuck her, whip her, play with her, anything.  And she
couldn't do a thing to stop him.  Fuck this was exciting.  And the
blindfold was a great touch as he didn't want her watching him in case he
decided not to do it at the last moment.

   He was aware that she'd been watching him really carefully as he tied
her up but he hadn't really paid her too much attention.  It was only as he
put on the blindfold that it occurred to him that she was scared.  More
than scared, she was terrified.  With the cuffs and the ropes she must
think he was tying her up so he could punish her again.  His first instinct
was to tell her not to worry but he quickly quelled that one.  Let her
worry he thought.  She'd find out soon enough what he was planning.

   Moving closer to her he reached out and brushed a finger over her tit
enjoying how she flinched, uttering a tiny cry.  He waited a couple of
seconds and did the same to her other tit getting a similar result.  He was
tempted to tease her like this some more but there were even more exciting
things he wanted to do to her and he was just putting them off really. 
Grabbing a chair he sat down between her widely stretched legs taking the
time to absorb the amazing sight right in front of him.

   Her slender thighs were spread so wide the tendons were showing, seeming
to point in to her beautiful cunt.  It was half open, the centre pink and
inviting.  Above was the hood that hid her clit and her incredibly sexy
patch of blonde pubic hair, and below was her cute wrinkled, arsehole.  He
brought his hands to her knees and stroked along the smooth flesh of her
thighs till his hands almost met.

   When he touched her she gasped once again, clenching her legs preparing
for the pain that she was sure must be coming.  She felt so incredibly
vulnerable with her legs spread apart so widely.  When he reached her pussy
she shivered as he used his thumbs to spread her lips apart.  He must be
going to hurt her there this time.  It wasn't fair, she'd tried so hard to
do what he wanted.  Maybe if she really begged him he wouldn't hurt her. 
Or maybe that would just make him even more angry and he'd hurt her more.

   Richard had no idea what Janet was thinking and didn't really care at
the moment.  All he knew was that the sight of her soft pink cunt was
almost too much for him and he so wanted to stand up and fuck his hard cock
into her, to fill her cunt once again.  But not this time.  This time there
were other things he had to try.

   Leaning even closer he inhaled, filling his lungs with the wonderful
scent of her pussy.  Indescribable, intoxicating, heavenly aroma. 
Breathing out he gently blew over her pussy before taking another deep
breath.  If the smell of her pussy was so amazing, if it looked so
inviting, then surely it had to taste great he thought.  With his tongue
extended as far as possible he lent all the way in so he could lick the tip
of his tongue across her cunt hole.  Sitting back he closed his eyes to
test the taste.  Yes!  What a relief!  It was good.  Better than good, it
was great, sweet and fresh.  Just like the aroma of her pussy.  He needed
another taste, more this time.  Taking longer he licked from just above her
arsehole up to her clit gathering more of her juices to savor.

   "Oh."

   Janet wasn't sure what was happening but it didn't feel like his
fingers. Whatever he was using to touch her pussy was softer and maybe wet.
His tongue!  He was licking her!  A cold shiver ran through her body.  And
then his tongue pushed into her and she couldn't stop her moan.  He wasn't
going to hit her, he was going to go down on her!

   As Richard pushed the tip of his tongue into her pussy until his lips
were pressed against her cunt lips he half heard her moan and assumed that
it was because she liked it.  Not that he'd have stopped if she didn't like
it because he loved it.  After less than a minute he was addicted.  He
loved the taste of her pussy and the feel of it on his tongue and against
his lips.  He started slowly lapping at her, licking up as much of her
pussy juice as he could.

   Against her will Janet found herself slipping into an erotic haze as he
kept licking her.  For a while she tried to resist but then she told
herself that resisting these feelings was not only hopeless, it was
actually impossible.  He'd tied her up and blindfolded her so all she could
really do was lie here and go with the sensations as he licked and licked
and licked her pussy.  It seemed to be going on forever but then she was
jolted out of her daze.

   "Ahhhh."

   Her hips jerked up as though she'd been hit with an electric shock as
his tongue reached the top of her pussy and flicked across her clit.  After
all the masturbating she'd done, all the times she'd played with her
clitoris, she thought she knew everything about the pleasure she could get
from down there.  But nothing had prepared her for the feel of his tongue.
It was magic and she tried to push herself forward, blindly searching for
more of this sensation.

   Concentrating his attention on her clit, Richard now had no doubt that
she liked what he was doing.  With his tongue he pushed back the hood
covering her clit so he could lick the smooth head.  She immediately
started bucking her hips and he had to grip her thighs to hold her steady.
This was so cool he thought as he started experimenting with how he licked
her clit moving his tongue in different patterns, different pressures and
speeds across the swollen nub.  It didn't matter how he did it though, her
moans and twitching were fairly constant.  Actually that wasn't true.  Her
moaning was getting steadily louder and the twitching was also getting more
extreme and he had to hold onto her thighs to keep her steady so he could
keep his tongue on her clit.

   If this was punishment then she hoped it would go on forever!  It was
hard to imagine something feeling better than this.  Then he sucked her
clit into his mouth as his tongue kept teasing it and she discovered there
was something even better.  As he sucked so hard that she thought he was
going to suck her clitoris off, she exploded in a kaleidoscope of the most
intense pleasure she'd ever experienced.

   "Ahhhh.  Oh god.  Ohh yes, yes.  Oh shit.  Coming, oh god yes!"

   The waves kept washing through her until she thought she'd die from the
pleasure and still he was sucking on her, his mouth clinging to her
clitoris as she madly twitched and jerked against her bonds.  She literally
saw stars and thought she was going to pass out the feelings were so
intense.  Finally with one last spasm it was over and she collapsed,
gulping in air.  So wonderful, so amazing.

   "Ohhh.  No more."

   He had to stop now.  She needed time to recover but his mouth was still
covering her clit, still sucking it.  Her clitoris was feeling raw and
supersensitive now and needed him to leave her for a bit till her nerves
recovered.

   "Please, no more.  Please.  Ahh, no, too sensitive.  Ohh."

   He eased off on her clit although he was a bit pissed off at her for
trying to tell him what to do and forgetting to call him master.  Later
he'd punish her but not now.  After riding her through that amazing orgasm,
he wanted to taste more of her juice and take the time to really explore
her pussy with his mouth.  Releasing her clit he licked back down her slit
and found that she was almost flooded with cunt juice.  Of course, she must
have creamed herself when she came which was fine by him.

   Her juice had trickled down past her arsehole and without thinking about
it he followed the trail.  It was only as he felt the crinkled skin of her
rosette under his tongue that he realised what he was doing.  Licking her
arsehole.  He'd never thought about doing this and froze for a few seconds
trying to work out if licking her bum grossed him out.  Nope.  Not at all.
In fact it felt kind of good, the little crinkles of her arsehole and he
knew she'd showered this morning so he started licking it in earnest.

   Janet couldn't believe it when she felt his tongue licking her bum.  Not
that she should have been surprised because after all he'd made her do that
to him.  After getting over the shock she realised that it felt good.  A
dirty, sexy, nasty type of good.  This oral sex was turning into something
really exciting she thought.  Maybe made even more exciting because she was
tied up.

   "Oh god!"

   Somehow he'd actually pushed the tip of his tongue inside her bum.  It
felt weird, really weird but not bad.  Strange and interesting.  Different
to having his finger and very different to having his cock in there. 
Exciting.  Oh god, she must be so sick to actually like having him put his
tongue into her bum.  So sick.  Such a disgusting slut.

   Richard lost track of time as he practically worshipped at her pussy. 
It was as though he was hypnotized as he licked and sucked his way all
around her slit.  Apart from her clit, his favorite bit was probably her
inner lips.  He kept coming back to them, catching them between his own
lips, flicking them, sucking on them.  Of course pushing his tongue as far
into her cunt as he could was also a favorite.  And her bum.  Truth was
that everything he did with his mouth between her beautiful legs was a
favorite for him.

   He also soon discovered the downside of pubic hair, getting fine strands
of her pubes caught in his mouth but it was a very small price to pay for
the heavenly rewards.  Maybe later he'd shave her pussy bald the way they
did in so many of the sex scenes he'd downloaded.

   His licking and sucking brought her to two more shuddering climaxes
before he had to finally stop because his tongue and jaw were aching. 
Sitting back he stared once again at her ...  no, at his pussy.  He
reckoned he'd be eating it at least a dozen times a day it tasted so
amazing.

   Through it all he hadn't thought about his own needs but now that he was
sitting back, no longer licking her his cock demanded attention.  It was
hard, aching hard, as he stood and stepped closer to her.  Lying on the
table the way she was, her cunt was at a perfect height for his cock and,
holding his shaft he rubbed the head through her slit, covering it in her
slippery juice.  Then he held it against her cunthole for a couple of
seconds, before sliding it in to the hilt in one smooth move.

   "Ahh.  Fuck."

   "Ohh, yes!  Oh shit you're cunt is so hot.  And tight."

   She was still lost in the afterglow of her last orgasm and until his
cock plowed all the way into her, his balls slapping against her bum she
had no idea he was about to fuck ...  no, to rape her again.  Except it
felt good and being raped shouldn't feel good.  No, not even good, it felt
great to have him filling her and she hated him for that.  This was the one
thing missing from all the orgasm's he'd brought her to with his mouth,
something filling her down there.  And she was tied up, so she really
couldn't do anything about it this time she reminded herself as her focus
went down to her pussy and the still new sensation of having it filled with
his hard cock.

   Richard stood between her widespread legs, rocking his hips back and
forth, as he stared down, watching his cock fucking in and out of her tight
cunt.  After all the effort he'd put into eating her out he wasn't
interested in a long fuck.  This was really just about using her hot and oh
so tight cunt to come into.  With each stroke he moved faster and faster,
pushing for his release until he was slamming into her so hard that the
table was being pushed across the floor.  Then it happened.

   "Oh yeah.  Shit getting there.  Oh fuck!  Coming.  Shit yeah coming in
you again.  Ah, fucking shit!"

   Tightening his grip on her thighs he emptied his balls into her
beautiful cunt once again, jerking against her with each spurt of come till
he too was finally spent.  As the last spurt of come pumped out of his
cock, his legs gave way and he collapsed on top of her.

   "Oh wow that was great.  It's so good fucking you.  And eating you. 
That's awesome.  Wowie!  Mmmm, I love the taste of your pussy."

   Janet hadn't even come close to coming this time so there was nothing to
distract her from what she knew she had to do.

   "Thank you master.  Thank you for fucking your slave and for ...  for
eating your slave."
   "Good slave.  Fucking good slave!"

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