FF F?F/Fsolo, sm, rom, Fdom, furry

HK City - Chapter 2

2.1.

A timid breeze and a faint chirping were the first sensations of an awakening mind. Danica's eyes fluttered spasmodically, her intellect was dulled by the nightly transportation, but her sub-conscious, in the vestigial fashion of a more brutal age, was at a vivid state of awareness. Though she had no comprehension, she felt this awareness as a confusing presence in her state of being: these satin sheets were not the sheets she went to sleep in, the light that gleamed through her eyelids was that transmutation of morning dawn that has seeped through rice paper, the spice of a rich green tea permeated her nostrils, her skin shivered in reaction to the pungent scent; she was naked, her pale skin tingled under the draft; and so these physical assaults on her physical senses became thus; assaults upon her mind. She arose to a sitting position, the sheets falling from her breasts. Around her slim neck was a slender band; she had been wrong, she was not naked, she wore a collar. Frantically, she clawed at the irritant locked around her neck. It had the texture of lace, but despite her efforts, it would not come off. Ignoring her collar for the present, she examined her prison. A bamboo mattress at the foot of a small cot in a small apartment. No furniture annexed the wood floor, just a lacquered finish that reflected the pale gloam passing through the paper walls. Chirp, chirp.

Danica's first cautious steps were to those walls. Her modesty fragilely preserved in the sheets she wrapped about her figure. One hand wrapped itself in a knot of sheets, clasping them to her breasts, the other pushed at the paper thin wall. She gasped and lifted her hand. It was not paper thin. An illusion. A solid wall of some hard glass substance creating the mimetic effect of transfused rice paper. Danica had heard of camowalls, vanities of the well-to-do, this one gave the convincing performance that she was in some ancient Chinese dwelling at the center of a forest glade. A soft breeze smelling of bamboo fronds filtered through the wall. She could feel the draft on her cheek. It was a masterful illusion that gave the impression that behind this fragile barrier one would see a vista of rice paddies and bamboo forests shrouded in mist. Chirp, chirp again and Danica turned her attention to the corner of the room. A plain wooden box. Now, she itemized, a bamboo mattress, a cot (she now noted the cot had a small dresser nearby. And on the dresser, a shrine) and a wooden box in the corner. That was all there was of furniture in the room. On top of the box was a small cage, smaller than a birdcage, and inside the cage was a small cricket green as jade, chirping. Around one of it's thin appendages was attached a leather band connected to a thin line wrapped around the cage bars.

Danica fell back in horror: the sheet fell from her naked body. With a sudden epiphany she realized the collar binding the cricket was of the same material as the one bound around her neck. The realization of her situation overtook her and she began to panic. Where was she? Who had kidnaped her?

She heard a quiet chuckle soft as a churning stream under a blossoming cherry tree. In the doorway, one disguised as a wall, there stood a women, Chinese, with cropped black hair. She wore a dark silk suit, with white collar and cuffs, and chorded buttons, cut to cling loosely to her body for ease of moment. The end of a tattooed incandescent serpent wound its way up her slender neck and she carried in her hands a small china pot from which steam lazily drifted. She eyed Danica appraisingly.

"You are awake I see. Do you like my pet. The song of the cricket awakes one so peacefully in the morning, don't you agree?"

With a purposeful stride, she walked into the center of the room; her naked feet silently stepped with a dancers balance. Danica crawled into the corner, her arms holding possessively the sheets that covered her, and her eyes watching the strange new women facing her.

"Where am I?" asked Danica with fear in her eyes.

"If you are cold your clothes are in the wooden case. It will be your duty to make sure that they are always washed and clean at the end of every fifth day. If you fail at this duty I will take your clothes away and you will work bare." The Chinese women spoke in a curt ambiguous dialect that seemed to reveal nothing except an excellent education.

Danica went for the door.

She never even felt the hand touch her, only the twisting of her own stomach as she was flipped head over heels, and the impact of the floor knocking the air out of her lungs. She stared up watery eyed at a doorframe and the v shaped crotch of the bemused she-devil straddling her face.

"My name is Sun Li, but when I am addressed by you, and that is only in response to a direct question by me, you may call me Mistress Sun Li as befitting my role as your new owner and yours as my property."

"I."

"There is no you. You will no longer exist until a name may be earned by service to me. There is only what is mine and what I grant to give."

Danica lower lip trembled, but she did not cry.

Sun-Li smiled.

"I will allow you two minutes to dress. If you are late, you will be punished. When you are dressed. You will see me outside."

She left the room as silently as she had entered.

Danica lay for a minute on the floor dazed, lost in the naked absurdity of the situation, then, with a will that came from somewhere undefined within her, she crawled to her new clothing drawer. There were clothes neatly folded like her owner had said. For a second, Danica expected (or perhaps wished) for some sexy negligee or maid outfit. But there were only these plain grey halter tops of burlap that slipped down her body ending just barely at the cooze. Danica blushed, the redness flowing down to the tips of her brown nipples, as she imagined herself bending over cleaning some mess and showing her naked sex to the world. This was what the women had wanted her to wear! She began to breathe heavily in panic. She lifted a top and found underneath a combat knife! It felt heavy in her hand. She ran her thumb over the blade. The edge was razor sharp. quickly, the top went over her head and she began to think of a plan to get herself out of here and away from this crazy dominatrix.

From the next room, Sun Li watched her strip on one of her remote cameras. Her engaged and masterful eye noticed everything. The way Danica's ass shook as she slipped on the top as well as the way she ran her thumb across the edge of the knife.

Danica cautiously entered the room. Sun Li sat in a chair facing her. For a second she hesitated. Sun Li stared at her; her eyes masked any intention. Her slender lips were imperceptively raised at the end.

"O.K." thought Danica. "If this bitch wants a cat fight."

She pounced. The blade pointed straight at the women's heart and jabbed into the back of the chair. Danica fell to the ground as helpless as a baby kitten. She never even saw the dominating Asian move. Danica felt a pair of hands grab her by her hair close to the scalp and throw her into a corner. Danica landed hard on her ass bone, the kinetic vibration racing up her spine, bursting like tiny pinpricks of light behind her eyes. She stared up at her almost super-naturally skilled assailant, terrified.

Sun Li was playing with the knife. She handled it with such a purposeful manner that it almost appeared to be a natural extention of her arm. She spoke as she toyed with it.

"You will may call me Mistress Sun Li. I own you. This is your new home and will be for the rest of your life, or until I say otherwise. You will obey me, or you will be punished. If you do not please me I will get rid of you in the same fashion I get rid of anything else I own and no longer care for. If you please me, you may be punished. You may not be able to escape punishment. Remember this."

"Please let me go! My school. My country, they'll pay you!"

Sun Li flicked her wrist. The knife embedded itself in the wall inches from Danica's head. The blade had nicked her pale cheek and a small drop of rose red blood arched down her trembling face. She gasped.

"You may call me Mistress Sun Li." Sun Li said with force, "If you wish for your freedom you may face me at any time and you may earn it. But if you fail, you will be punished. If you try to escape while I am gone; you will be punished."

"What do you want from me?"

The words fell from Danica's lips before she had time to think of the ramifications of them. What did her new mistress want from her? Ideas began to fill her head. Her cheeks blushed as crimson as the trickle of blood that bisected them. Suddenly, the memory of the day before, of the stolen glimpse of that DVD, the one she had seen at the market place, the DVD of a petite white girl between the thighs of a muscular Asian women, swam before her eyes. She suddenly became aware of Sun Li's body. Details erupted in her sub-conscious of her new mistress's emerald green eyes, and long graceful neck. She watched wide eyed a mental film starring herself between this exotic women's legs, delicately lapping at her slit, and looking upwards with submissive eyes for approval. She shook her head. This was ridiculous. She had to get out of here.

Sun Li chuckled.

"Do not be silly. You are not pretty enough to serve in that capacity. You will be a cleaning slave. I am very busy and need someone to take care of things while I am gone. You will clean and cook that is all."

Danica's blush darkened. She felt a sense of shame knowing that Sun Li had caught her little sex dream, and even more shame knowing that she would not be good enough for her mistress. She looked down at her body. Skinny, pale, freckly, small pointy breasts with long nipples. She wasn't good enough.She dropped her head in submission

"And now for your lesson. Come here."

Danica crawled over dutifully, to terrified of Sun Li's prowess to disobey her.

"Stand up tall."

Danica stood up. She was visibly aware that the straighter she stood the more her tea-cup sized tits stuck out.

"Raise your left leg. Now reach behind you and grab your ankle. good girl."

She grabbed Danica roughly by the hair and pulled her until she stood straighter than she had ever been in her life. Sun Li stood nose to nose with her. Danica could smell a slight scent of jasmine. Her leg began to tremble.

"You slump to much. Tomorrow while you work, you will carry that laundry basket around on your head. You may hold it with one hand. I have cameras about the house and will watch them at the end of the day. Every time one falls you be punished. The punishes may be different each time, but they will always be severe. I will not stop punishing you until you learn to stand tall with good balance."

She looked Danica in the eye imposingly. Danica's leg was beginning to shake visibly.

"You must also learn to accept pain. Pain is the sweetest sauce of life. Now, I will punish you five times. If you make a sound. If you cannot control your own body. I will start back at the beginning."

Between her two fingers, she squeezed Danica's nipples and roughly pulled them away from her so that Danica's left breast stretched out to a long thin point. Danica gritted her teeth with the pain and the sudden shifting of her balance. Then, quick as a con-man's pass, Sun Li let go and roughly slapped the tit. The pain was the most exquisite experience in young Danica's life. Her mind went blank, her knees shook and almost gave out on her, and a mousy squeal escaped her gritted teeth.

Sun-Li looked at her.

"Back to one again."

Terror began to well up in Danica's body. She had never felt such pain before. There was no way she could take five more of those. Her entire body was flushed red and quivering like a leaf in a storm. Sweat was pouring down from her forehead and into her eyes making them burn. Her legs felt as if a million needles were sticking into them. Her pussy twitched.

Sun-Li pinched her nipples and pulled.

Slap!

Danica squealed again. "O God," She thought. "O God. I can't do this!"

Sun Li worked each breast well over twenty times before Danica was finally able to accomplish the task. Her legs collapsed, and she fell to the ground barely conscious. Her breasts were as red as ripe apples.

Sun Li smiled. A warm musk filled the air.

"Good slave."

Through the painful haze of awareness, Danica could not help but feel a sense of pride in her accomplishment.

2.2.

Days, weeks, months past for Danica in a manner bizarrely routine. Her mistress had given her a small rice matt to sleep on. Her mistress slept in a utilitarian cot. Danica would wake up every morning at five, an hour before her mistress. She would rise from the foot of her mistress's bed, dress in her shawl, and light an incense in the shrine. In the still of the morning, Danica would often be memorized by the flickering of the candles. The candles illuminated a wooden icon and a statuette. Both portrayed two dragons, black and white, entwined and biting at each other. In the flicker of the candles, the dragons appeared to shimmer and undulate in there titanic eternal match.

After the service, she would tip toe to the kitchen. She would then make tea and a breakfast of rice and fish. She had never cooked before, but the food was rather simple. Still, though the machines did mostly everything, she still was punished several times for her mistakes. For the first few days her nipples were always sore. For the next few her ass, then thighs, then pussy. Sun Li constantly shifted her attention until a certain numbness overcame Danica's body.

She had once tried to attack Sun Li in her sleep. Danica had leapt onto the bed with the intention of strangling her, but in the dark she never even saw the foot rise and plant itself in her stomach knocking the air from her lungs. Sun Li had hung her from the ceiling and beaten her with a bamboo rod for that indiscretion. Painful bars criss-crossed Danica's body. She was terrified of ever receiving such pain again, but she was more terrified of the implication that Sun Li had beaten her easily while sleeping.

After breakfast was made, Danica would enter the room to see Sun Li kneeling before the altar. She would kneel herself. (She had gotten used to kneeling; there were few chairs in the house, and she was not allowed to stand in her mistress's presence unless going about a task.) Her mistress would eat and then after she finished, Danica would eat her own meal; rice. Sometimes, Sun Li would leave some scraps for Danica to greedily finish off after she left.

After they had both eaten. Sun Li would stretch her body. Danica was ordered to follow her movements. Some of the stretches she could do, some she could only do after Sun Li threatened to punish her again. But over the next few weeks, Danica gradually began to get more and more limber. Sometimes, she would catch Sun Li staring at her intently as she did her stretches. Danica would blush then open her legs and bend a bit more at the waist. She wished, the most secret wish of all her heart, that she could have Sun Li's attention.

Then there would be the last minute instruction. Danica had long since memorized the list of chores after the first few beatings. But Sun Li often had her do additional work like washing the dishes while hopping on one leg. Or washing the floor on her hands and knees with particular and obscure techniques. To Danica, it felt like needless difficulty but she never questioned. It was important to be perfect for her mistress.

In the beginning, it would take Danica all day to finish, but Sun Li taught her the benefits of speed and efficiency in her own way, and soon Danica could do all of her chores in less then two hours. There was hardly anything in the house to clean. The apartment was an exercise in minimalism. Though Danica noticed that what there was was all extremely expensive.

But the rest of her time was not allowed to be spent at rest. When Sun Li noticed that she was finishing early, she had her begin her exercise programs. Sun Li had one large room in her apartment. One that Danica had to kneel and bow to before entering. It was completely empty and rice mats covered the floor. Sun-Li began to teach her sets of exercises to do. As her body progressed, the exercises lengthened. Sun Li would make Danica work until an hour before Sun Li arrived, then Danica would shower (but only for three minutes, then the water would turn ice cold) and do the necessary hygienic cleaning. For one thing, Sun Li made Danica shave all of her long brunette hair off her head and then rub it with some sort of balm which stopped all the hair from growing back. Danica cried as she stared into the mirror ashamed of her completely bald head. Worse, Sun Li forced Danica to do the same to her pubic hair. Danica's pussy was now as bald as a pre-teen girl.

After the workout and cleaning, Danica would wait for Sun Li to arrive. Danica had begun to notice her body was beginning to change. She had always had a bit of baby fat on her body, but now she had become lean and hard. Muscles began to show up on her body. She was sore constantly, but she noticed as Sun Li abused her that her tolerance for pain had increased dramatically. When Sun Li slapped her tits, the pain was easy to control, and with Sun Li's direction she learned to turn it into a fire and keep it in her stomach or lower. The beatings would often drive her to an ever increasing horniness. Occasionally, Danica would orgasm from the abuse. Danica was punished every time she was caught masturbating. Occasionally if she had been good, Sun Li would reward her by tying her to the cot. Then she would slowly rub a large dildo over her body driving her almost insane with repressed sexual energy. She would slip it into Danica's gasping mouth as she slowly inserted her fingers into her anus.

As she ass-fucked her, she would rub the dildo across her pussy lips. Danica would shake and moan with need. Her mind would be lost in passion. Sometimes, Sun Li would leave in the middle of the session, abandoning Danica trembling body to a dark room, or blindfold her to sharpen her senses. The torture would last for several hours, occasionally the sensual strokes would be followed by slaps or the stroke of the cane, until eventually she would let Danica orgasm. This was Danica's award for service.

When Sun Li came home, they would rarely talk. Danica would slink around the house like a cat awaiting any particular direction from beloved mistress. She had slowly forgotten her old life and had begun to accept this one as an alternative. Life was so much easier when you have a mistress. Sometimes, Sun Li would pet her behind her ears or idlely run her hands across her back and thigh as she went about her business. Sometimes Danica would lounge about her feet reading a cheap penny novel in Chinese or playing some game. Sun Li gave these to her to help her with her Chinese since Sun Li had no intention to speak to her in English. Danica soon went from knowing only a few words to being almost fluent in the servant language.

On occasion Sun Li would demand Danica's cleansing services in the bath. The bath and sauna was another secluded addition to the apartment; one that, behind another camouflaged sliding wall, was hard to imagine with its luxurious facilities as cohesive with the rest of Sun Li's stark dwelling. The sauna and bathhouse was one of the few pleasures of Danica's life. Danica would strip naked, and then slowly and delicately peel the clothes from her mistress's body. The cleansing process was an elaborate one, a shower where Danica diligently washed Sun Li's clean, and then the bath where Danica would use a sponge and gently clean and rinse Sun Li until it was fresh and soft, the administering of fragrant oils, and then the softness of the toweling, and the wrapping of the robe. Danica found it hard to concentrate so close to Sun Li's naked body. It was hard not to brush against Sun Li's firm breasts glistening in the steam. As she lovingly washed, Danica would trace the many scars on Sun Li's body with her fingers amazed at her own arrogance. But Sun Li allowed her that one concession. This became Danica's first sexual experience with her mistress. One time Sun Li took the sponge away from her hand.

"You are my cleaning slave," She whispered in Danica's ear. "You will clean me."

Danica almost fainted. Sun Li then made her clean the rest of her body with her tongue. She tasted of salt and sweet. Timidly at first, Danica obediently licked every inch of her mistress, growing more and more ravenous as she progressed, sucking hungrily at each nipple until her Mistress slapped her away, until eventually reaching her pussy.

Danica paused. For the first time she openly faced her mistress's sex. She was scared, yes. Yet she licked her lips. She wondered what it would taste like. Sun Li gently caressed Danica's face then wrapped her fingers in her hair.

"Clean, my pet." She whispered. Danica whimpered lovingly as she was pressed to Sun Li's sex. With a signal of Sun Li's hand tapping her face, she began to lap at the pussy, first timidly, until succumbing to the taste and raw sexuality. She hungrily devoured Sun Li's sex with the eagerness and energy of the amateur. Sun Li began to moan spurring Danica on to greater efforts. Finally, she came gushing in Danica's face. Danica continued lapping at the wet dripping pussy intent solely on the pleasure of her lovely owner. With a shock, Danica was pushed away. She could feel the dry cum coating her lips. The taste was exquisite and she yearned for more. She pushed back trying to get between Sun Li's legs but Sun Li was insistent in ignoring her. Sun Li got up, wrapped the towel around her body, and left Danica in the bath. Danica began to cry. Tears rolled down her face, mixed with the cum on her lips, dripped down onto her breasts, and finally into the bathwater. Sun Li ignored her cries and never asked that service of her again.

One day Sun Li came home early. Danica had lost track of the days but it had been at least six months since her abduction. She was sitting down reading one of her books excited to show Sun Li a new stretch that she was able to do, when Sun Li walked through the door with her first of what would be many girls to come. She was a Toygirl; specifically a chimera. A genetically altered pleasure toy with hybrid DNA. This was one was Tabby 3.4. complete with a dynamo body, long orange hair, perky ears, and a dildoesque tail. Danica heard them as they walked in, the tabby on Sun Li's shoulder licking at Sun Li's earlobes desperately begging to eat her pussy. Sun Li squeezed her perfect round ass causing a deep purr to escape Tabby's throat. Danica was red with jealousy as she served the two dinner. Sun Li and Tabby ignored her as Tabby slid into Sun Li's chair and proceeded to give her a lap dance while seductively biting at her lips and neck. Danica could smell the scent of Sake on both of them.

As she cleaned up after they had retired, she could hear moans and groans audible from the back room. She finished and snuck back. Slowly, she opened the sliding door and peeked into the room. Sun Li was on the cot, her hands above her heads, her breasts taunt and pointing, and Tabby was kneeling at her feet, ferociously eating her out. Sun Li quivered as she rolled back and forth, bent almost in half, and squeezed tightly on her nipples. Danica began to play with herself through her halter top as she watched; her rage mixed equally with lust. One hand reached under the top to squeeze her sore nipples. The other went to her wet pussy fingering her clit. She knew Sun-Li would disapprove her lack of discipline. She bit her bottom lip desperate to keep quiet.

But right now Sun Li had Tabby's tail up her ass and both her hands wrapped around Tabby's pointy feline ears grinding her face into Sun Li's pussy. Sun Li moaned Chinese vulgarities as she was eaten out. She panted. She licked her lips hungrily. Danica's knees collapsed and she fell to the floor. There she stare as Sun Li began to rock her hips back and forth against Tabby. Sun Li opened her eyes and stared lustfully at Danica. With terror, Danica stared back, there eyes locked, as Danica continued to vigorously play with herself and Sun Li was eaten out. Sun Li eyes were glazed in lust: she beckoned Danica to come over with her lips. But Danica was rooted with fear and embarrassment. Danica held the stare as they both were pulled into orgasms at the same time. Sun Li pulled Tabby up and began to lick the her own cum off Tabby's lips. Danica was shocked by what she had done. Before Sun Li confronted her she snuck out of the room.

The rest of the week was tense. Danica pouted and Sun Li punished her extra hard. Danica's body was now as hard and supple as steel. She had the figure of a gymnast. Jessica would never have been able to recognize her. Sun Li continued to bring her girls in, continued to fuck and suck them, and be fucked and sucked by them. And Danica continued to pout like a little girl. She knew her mistress better than anyone. She knew every sensitive place on her body. Why wasn't she allowed to be the one to pleasure her?

Meanwhile, Sun Li worked Danica even harder inside the dojo. Danica's body was almost numb with exhaustion. She was doing handstands; holding herself up with one arm and then the other. When it was Sun Li's turn, Danica could not help staring at Sun Li's provocative body rippling with strength. She wanted to serve her so badly. Suddenly, she was overcome with a sudden rage thinking about those other girls touching her mistress. She charged at Sun Li leaping for a frontal kick to Sun Li's face. This time the battle was not over in seconds. Sun Li countered easily, but Danica stayed balanced landing nimbly and turning in defensive stance. Sun Li struck for Danica legs with a leg sweep, but Danica easily dodged it, however she didn't see the second leg until it impacted with her head. Danica saw stars, when she came back from space she was laying on the bamboo mats. Sun Li was nose to nose with her. Danica stared into the green pools of Sun Li's eyes. She was so beautiful. Danica began to cry.

“Why mistress? Why take me? I'm nothing, I'm a nobody. Just a stupid little girl…I.”

That iron hand which slapped Danica's face and interrupted her timid hesitations was harsh and firm, and yet there was an un-perceivable, and still unusual, trembling behind it. Sun Li gently cradled Danica's crimson cheeks, and stared down at her down caste face. Tears fell from Danica's eyes, yet she found the courage to lift her head and stare back at her mistress. Their eyes hungrily connected and much in the same way as her first contact with the exotic stranger known as Sun Li, the stranger who taught her so much of the gentle entwined with the rough, the submissive and dominative styles of the Twining Dragons form, she was mesmerized. Sun Li's eyes were exotic slits, green and hypnotic like the coiling dance of viper, but there was wisdom behind them, and a softness that seemed to be feed by the softness in Danica's. In turn, behind Danica's feminine gaze, a gaze that begged for her mistress's mercy, there was iron, like the iron in a Chinese spear, iron untouched and untested. Danica now knew that she loved her mistress Sun Li with devotion mythic in form. She would express it with death; either of herself, or towards any who threatened her lover. Danica could feel her new formed muscles, and could trace the martial forms that Sun Li had forced her to learn with monotonous and strenuous training, and knew that she had the power to use them in the way that they had always meant to be used. She walk on burning coals for this women, and if she never walked again, would lie at her feet, haunted by the suppleness of her ankles. Once again Danica felt the fear of her unworthiness. How could her mistress even bear the sight of her? How could she even know her suppliance?

Sun Li leaned in and gently touched her lips to Danica. A small charged contact, a spark, passed through the gentle caress of her lips. The sudden sensation arched down Danica's spine and into the tips of her fingers, toes, and nipples. Every inch of Danica's pale skin was hyper-sensitive to the scent, heat, and touch, of her dark skinned lover. She could feel the hot breath of Sun Li caress her skin.

Danica's lower lip began to tremble, overcome with emotion, and suddenly she found herself held in the powerful feminine embrace of her lover. She could smell the aroma of Jasmine as Sun Li forced her into a rough sensual kiss that thrilled her to the very soul. Danica began to moan as Sun Li's tongue passed crossed hers, invading her mouth. She moaned louder as Sun Li's hand traveled up the firm and hardened curve of her stomach to squeeze her petite breasts and pinch her nipples. Her moans turned to soft sighs as Sun Li rained gentle nipping kisses down the curve of her neck.

“Take off your clothes and lie on the bed.” Sun Li ordered.

Like a good slave Danica immediately obeyed, sliding of her shawl and lying supine on the silk cot in a way she knew would please her lover's eye. Danica laid on the bed with her back arched, her nipples pointing skyward, her brown aureole and nipples rigid. Beads of sweat clung to her brown freckled chest rising and falling, she licked her lips enticingly, gave a little moan, and with wanton eyes, stared up at her mistress. Her stomach, flat and rigid from months of Kung fu lead down to a soft naked V glistening in the candlelight.

Looking down at the sultry creature, Sun Li felt the soft pang of feeling that she feared. For her, the unthinkable had happened, an emotion separate from Kung Fu stoicism, she knew then that she loved Danica, that she loved her in a way that only a mistress could, and that she would always be Danica's mistress and lover.

Without breaking her stare, she leaned forward and pressed her lips against her lovers. The touch, at first soft and gentle, grew strong and domineering as she explored Danica's mouth with her tongue. Danica kissed back with feverous passion. Never had she felt so dominated. So taken.

Sun Li broke her embrace. The separ ation was a thunder crack that left behind a a room quiet and still. Both lovers stared, silent, into each others eyes. Danica could see in to the deep dark heart of Sun L i's pupi ls. For a second, she felt a rush of fear as if she would be lost with in the darkness. Sun Li began to kiss Danica's neck, tracing curving lines down her throbbing body. She spiraled around each of Danica's shivering breasts until reaching her nipples. The touch of Sun Li's eager lips on Danica nipples sent her into ecstasies. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she began to exhale in shallow gasps as Sun Li seductively began to lick licked lower.

Danica could feel Sun Li's tongue flirting with her sex: p layfully kissing, licking, and nibbling around it. Suddenly, she felt Sun Li's tongue upon her clit. It was a rush she until now had never felt and was un prepared for. Danica cried out and arched her spine off of the bed. He r wiry stomach and small coned breasts seemed to reach for t he ceiling.

Sun Li began to eat out her pussy, Danica lost all reason, it felt as she had always imagined like w hat heaven might feel like. She played with Danic a masterfully; sending her to the brink of orgasm before winding her down to bring her back up again and pushing her to the brink of rele ase. A sheath of sweat enveloped Danica's body. She moaned.

"Oh, Mistress, Please! Please let me cum. Oh. Oh."

Sun Li smiled. She began to lap her tongue deep into Danica's pussy and back out to flick against her clit. Danica's moans became more labored and more labored as Sun Li began to frantically work her clit. Galaxies bur s t behind Danica's eyes, the heavens opened up, the sky was white, and finally she orgasmed. After some more orgasmic af termath from Sun Li, Danica relaxed, falling into the blankets. Sun Li crawled up beside her and kissed her. Danica could taste her own juices dripping and roll ing on her tongue. The taste turn ed her on even more. She smiled at Sun Li, kissing her back. Passionately, she pushed Sun Li backwards and cra wled on top of her. Sun Li, surprised by her slaves aggressiveness, conceded curious to see what she was going to do. Danica pulled her hands up to the head bar of the cot and had her wrap her fingers around the board.

"Mistress, please. Don't let go."

Sun Li kissed her.

Danica began to lick and caress her entire body. Soon Sun Li was moaning as Danica seemed to know and had memorized every sensitive spot on her body. This time Danic a moved with a determination that was surprising consi dering her lack of exper ience. It did not take long before Danica had Sun Li's body quivering. She enthusiastically tasted every inch of her body lingering longingly on her sma ll breasts and brown nipples. She began to eat Sun Li out for the second time in her life. This time she did not hesitate. Her tongue movements were soft and quick. She could taste her mistress's juices flowing freely. She envis ioned herself the way that she had always wanted to be between her beautiful Asian love r's legs. She felt her mistress's hands on her body turning her over and Sun Li's hot breath on her own pus sy. Danica and Sun Li were in a sixty-nine. Sun Li's tongue in Danica's pussy inspired her onward. In a few short minutes, they both came, Danica for her second time.

Sun Li gra bbed Danica by the hair and pulled her so her body hung over the be d with her ass hanging out invitingly. Danica gasped, she was surp rised that her lover was still so cruel, and surprise d further how much she like d it. S he looked backward longingly. Sun Li had reached under the be d and had pulled out two objects. There was a small pink vibrator and some ben wa b alls. Danica recognized them from one of her novels. Sun Li pressed the vibrator up against Danica's hot pussy and began to stick a finger in her ass. Danica moaned. The dual sensation drove her crazy. The v ibrator vibrated it s way across Dan ica's pussy lips before Sun Li began to insert it. Sun L i push ed a button at the base and Danica realized that she could feel the vibrator growing inside her. Again, her eyes rolled back into her head and she lost all conception of what was g oing on. S he was in a dark m ist of pleasure. Sun Li began to insert the b en w a balls one by one. Danica pu shed her ass back against her beggin g for mo re. She couldn't even reco gnize herself speaking.

"Fuck me. O God Fuck me Mistress. Stick your cock deeper in my ass and pussy."

The giant vibrator in her pussy and the balls in her ass was Danica's entire world. She could feel herself as if in a tossing current heading towards a ragi ng water fall. As she came closer and closer, the torrent rushed lo uder and lou der, faster and faster, hurdling towards the edge. Da nica's moan progressively got louder and lou der as she shook and humped back against Sun Li's hand.

"Ooo uu uaaa www hhhh s ttt tre ee ss ssss!!!"

Danica was screaming. She was on the edge when Sun Li smiled, tenderly kissed her ass, an d pulled the ben wa balls out, while simultaneous pushing the vibrator in deeper, and flick ed her fingers ac ross Danica's pussy. It was the greates t orgasm of Danica's life. She came to l ying in bed in Sun Li's arms. Sun Li's was staring down at her and Danica felt for all the world like a small child in her mothers em brace. She looked up smiling.

Sun Li smiled back.

"You have learned very m uch since your day in this ro om."

Danica did not answer; she only kissed her lover. The kiss lasted for eternity.

"Thank you Mistress."

"For what young lover."

"For taking me." Danica smiled.

Sun L i chuckled and held her closer. "You are s pecial. I knew that from the minute I saw you."

Danica looked away. She seemed deep in thoug ht.

"Mistress Sun?"

Sun Li paused. Danica looked up at her expectantly and, perhaps, a tad impetuously. It was the first time Danica had used her name like that. Sun Li won dered whether she should punish h er, but there was a soft thrill that she felt deep in her breast he aring her slaves pet name for her.

"Yes."

"What ever happened to the girl who was with me?"

Sun Li smiled. She felt now was perhaps the time for Danica to leave the apart ment and see her mistress's (and her own) new world.

"Tomorrow I will show you."

They cuddle d further and then finally, clinging desperately together, fell asleep.