The sweet spicy smell of her made him hungry to taste her, and his mouth sought out her pussy. Holding her wrists tightly on either side of her body, Frank kissed and teased Gina until she was moaning with pleasure. He rarely kissed her in this way, but when he did, he loved the way she shivered and moaned, arching against him as she became aroused.
Before it went too far, he stopped and stood up, unzipping his jeans, revealing an erect cock, no underwear. Gina looked at him with fear in her face, but he dropped quickly down onto her, determined to fuck her now. Her entrance was still slick and wet from his kisses, and he pressed just the head of his cock into her, allowing her time to get used to the invading presence. Gina was still aroused from his kisses and her own near orgasm. She had become sensitized to his constant stimulation over the time she had been their prisoner, and she was used to being allowed sexual release.
He teased her, staying very still, and then moving slightly into her. Gina arched up slightly, seeming to want more. He smiled to himself and pulled away, causing her to move in toward him. The wench wanted it! He continued to tease her, pressing in just the head, and then withdrawing, until she actually moaned in frustration. He could feel that she was wet and needy. All at once, he thrust his rigid cock into her pussy, and Gina grunted involuntarily.
Frank lay still for a moment, his weight pinning her down, his hands on her wrists, which he now held over her head. As he bent down to kiss her neck, Frank began to move slowly in and out, careful not to hurt her. Gina was fully primed, her eyes closed, lips apart, skin flushed.
Frank's dominant side asserted itself as his passion took over, and he began to fuck her hard and fast, using her for his pleasure. His balls were tight with need as they slapped against her ass. She was responding, not with fear or pain, as she had with Gordon, but with the mature and needy pleasure of a woman in lust. He pulled out suddenly and commanded, "Turn over."
Gina didn't understand at first, until he flipped her and half-pulled, half-pushed her to her hands and knees so he could take her from behind. They could see themselves in the mirrors, the tall, strong man, his large hands holding her hips, and the pale women on her knees, dark hair curling over her shoulders, obscuring her face.
She saw his large cock slide in between her ample ass cheeks, seeking out her tight but very wet cunt. She felt the pleasure course up through her belly as he entered her again. As he fucked her, his head fell back, eyes closed. He was using her, hard, and she realized that the sight of them in the mirrors aroused and fascinated her almost as much as the physical action of his lovemaking.
Suddenly, an unwelcome vision of her fiancé, the reliable and plodding Dwayne, came into her mind's eye. He was looking at her disapprovingly, and she knew he would be stunned and confused by what was happening. His large pink face dissolved into the stern features of her father, who she knew without a doubt would condemn her out of hand. He could never understand or forgive her for what had happened, even though it was so obviously beyond her control. Victim and perpetrator had always been painted with the same brush in his book, both doomed to hell, without the possibility of redemption. Gina remembered how he had reacted when she tried to talk about a rape victim at a shelter whom she had tried to counsel. Her father had silenced her, intoning about Jezebel, and whores deserving what they get.
Gina's pensive thoughts were obliterated at that moment when Frank reached under her and began to massage her clit while he continued to pummel her pussy. Giving in to the pure pleasure, Gina felt the lovely rolling sensation of approaching orgasm. Her breathless request for release was met with a loud and extended, "Yes!" as Frank came hard inside of her. They fell together to the floor, rolling in a lovers' embrace, his cock still deep inside of her. Yes, they were almost like lovers, except that lovers have a choice, and Gina had none.
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One morning when Gina awoke, she heard rain falling, pummeling the roof, pattering against windows somewhere else in the house. While she was still expected to train and to practice the art of becoming a submissive slut, Frank now fucked her at least once a day, and it had nothing to do with training. There was no denying that the pleasure was now mutual. She had given herself to him completely, and she lived for the moments when he came to her, for what else was there?
As the rain continued its lilting song, Gina thought about being outside, smelling fresh air, seeing her mother. She thought about sunlight, and the pattern of shadows it left. There were no shadows in this fluorescent-lit room. Would she ever leave this room? If she were set free, could she return to her home? Could she assume the mantel of 'good little girl' again? Was she only behaving this way now to avoid being punished or worse? Or had something actually changed inside of her, something she could never pretend away or undo just by wishing? What was the point of wondering? This was her reality now.
She lay quietly on her mattress, tapping a song with the silver spoon Frank had left for her to practice with. The mattress was thin and she could feel the hard floor beneath it, but she was used to it. She stared up at the ceiling, examining the pulley apparatus that had held her, suspended and helpless, so many times now she had lost count. She thought about the two men who had become her world. Gordon, with his boyish good looks, his cold gray eyes and his cruel tongue, and Frank, tall and lanky, almost adolescent sometimes in his awkwardness. She smiled slightly, thinking about the way he seemed to take such pleasure in preparing low calorie foods for her, in watching her transform from chubby girl to lithe woman, in using her body for his pleasure. And hers.
She had never expected to love being fucked. She even liked the word now. It was earthy and without pretense or euphemism. Certainly the first time with Gordon had been horrible, a terrifying and painful ordeal. And even before that, before she had become their prisoner, her mother had vaguely but darkly hinted that sex was something to be tolerated; it was a duty, certainly not a pleasure. The idea of oral sex was completely beyond her mother's ken, of that Gina was certain. And the concept of sex for pleasure, especially for the woman's pleasure, was also alien to her.
But not to Gina. In fact, sex was one of her sole pleasures now, and she spent a lot of time thinking about it. Even now her idle hands began to move down her body, to feel the new muscles in her arms and calves. She felt the unfamiliar tautness of her stomach muscles, and the long smooth muscles in her thighs. She actually liked her body now. She even liked the total smoothness that was the result of the daily shaving. She looked forward to her mornings in the bathroom with Frank, her excursion outside of the mirrored room.
The rain was a steady peaceful patter, and, spoon forgotten, her fingers began an unconscious rhythm of their own on her belly. They slipped down to her bare pussy. She liked the feel of the plump outer lips and the soft tender inner lips. Moving slightly, she spread her legs and brought fingers wet with her own kiss to her pussy.
Gina felt a momentary pang of guilt; even of fear. This wasn't her body, as Gordon told her over and over. It was his. That's what he said, but she secretly regarded it more as Frank's. Frank, the admitted slave boy and lover of Gordon, was still her 'master' in the sense that he controlled her every move when he was with her, and decided her daily routine, even down to when or if she could pee or have a drink of water. And he was the one who made her come, over and over again.
Her fingers gently parted the smooth shaven cleft of her pussy, and she slid one finger up into the velvet softness of her vagina. With her other hand, she began to rub and tease her clit, arching up slightly to get a better angle. She saw the young woman in the mirror, naked, hands between her legs. This time she didn't turn away in shame, but stared at her new slender image, startled at how beautiful she looked. Then in her mind's eye she saw Frank, her first and only lover. She almost felt his kiss as her fingers moved faster and her pleasure mounted. She almost heard his voice, whispering her name over and over.
Frank came into the room suddenly, startling Gina, confusing her as the dream Frank was sudden
Always in tune with her, Frank sensed this shyness and made her say the word over and over. "Asshole," she had whispered. Louder. "Asshole. Asshole! Asshole!" She ended up yelling it, and suddenly they both laughed. It was the first time she had laughed, certainly since she had been taken hostage however many weeks ago. She didn't how long she'd been here. Time was marked by eating, exercise, sleeping, showers, grooming, torture sessions, play sessions and daydreams. There was no day; no night. The past was receding like a long forgotten dream. The future didn't exist; there was only now.
When he ordered her to kneel and spread her ass cheeks to show him her asshole and to look at it in the mirror, she felt heat flame through her face and creep down her chest. But somehow she complied, her eyes squeezed shut so she wouldn't have to see herself in the mirror, lewdly displayed from all angles.
Then Frank gave her an order she couldn't obey. She wouldn't. He dropped his pants and said, "You may as well get used to this now, because it's going to happen some time. Gordon likes homage paid to his asshole by us lowly slave types. That includes you. I'm a nice guy, and I know you're a shy girl, so I'm going to let you practice on me. Don't worry, I showered this morning." Frank knelt, revealing his bare ass, whose cheeks he spread so that Gina had a clear view of his asshole. He didn't seem in the slightest bit embarrassed. He had been in this position many times, with many more observers than just a little toy slut.
"Ok, baby. All you have to do is lick it a little. I won't make you do a reaming, not yet. Time to get used to it. Just kneel there and lick my asshole. It's a humbling experience, no question. A real submissive rush. Just accept it as part of your homage to your master. I know you can do it."
Gina crouched behind the tall man whose ass was exposed to her. Even as her brain ordered her to comply to avoid punishment, something in her couldn't seem to obey. Even though Frank hadn't specifically told her she'd be punished if she failed to obey, it was understood. Though he treated her with love and even respect, when she failed in a task he had set for her, he always punished her, and sometimes severely. He had learned well from his master and he wasn't at all squeamish about inflicting pain. In fact, he enjoyed it; Frank was perhaps one of the few true 'switches' in the world of doms and subs.
But Gina realized she'd rather be punished than do what he was asking. She had been subjected to many bizarre tortures, but being asked to tongue someone's asshole seemed an impossible task. Perhaps the difference was that she was given so few tasks which she had to perform on her own. More often she was subjected to various tortures and pleasures. Rarely was she asked to actively perform, with the exception of cocksucking, at which she was now adept.
Frank waited patiently for a few moments, saying nothing, waiting to feel her wet little tongue against his ass. When nothing happened, he stood up, looking sternly at the still kneeling Gina who was hiding her face in her hands. He didn't beat her, or force her. Instead, he said in a quiet voice, "When you're ready to obey, let me know. Then you can have your breakfast." As soon as he mentioned breakfast, she realized she was hungry, but he was out the door, and the lock clicked into place. Minutes slipped into an hour, two hours, and finally he returned.
She knelt before him, ready to try, and again her tongue defied her. Frank didn't cajole or threaten, he just left. The third time it must have been late afternoon, and when she still didn't obey, she was left thirsty, ravenous and alone. That was probably her longest night, longer even than the day Gordon had raped her, and they had left her hanging for several hours, whipped legs spread wide. Then, at least her mind had been a turmoil of emotion, and that and her spent body had allowed her to drop from exhaustion when she was finally let down. But now there was just her empty belly, her dry throat, and the knowledge that she still had a test to pass – one she had failed already three times.
The next morning found Gina in a fitful sleep when Gordon came in, followed by Frank. Both men looked grim as Gina scrambled up to kneel before them, head low and arms outstretched as Gordon liked. "Good morning, cunt," said the master.
"Good morning..." Gina coughed and tried to clear her throat, which was scratchy and parched with thirst. Hunger had shrunk to a little gnawing in her belly, but it was the thirst that consumed her thoughts. She began again. "Good morning, sir. I am your slave cunt."
"Prove it. Stop this crap and do what you're told. If you think one day without food and water is hard, try three." As he spoke, Frank kneeled quietly, baring his own ass for Gina's tentative tongue. Her thirst and fear of Gordon overcame any last trepidation she had. Closing her eyes, Gina snaked out her tongue and gingerly touched Frank's little puckered asshole. Gordon came up behind and pushed her head so that her face was mashed against Franks' ass. Holding her there he said, "See, that isn't so bad, now is it? Now we're going to speed up this anal training business. I'm getting tired of your bullshit. You will obey to the letter. Got it, cunt? Now, kneel down and show me your asshole, back toward the mirror. Spread 'em. Now." He thrust her forward toward a mirror.
This time she obeyed at once, kneeling on the hard floor, head touching it, ass in the air. Her face flamed, but she managed to hold the position while both men knelt, carefully inspecting her virgin bottom. Gordon grabbed her by the hair and jerked her head, forcing her to look at her image in the glass. She looked down, but her eyes didn't focus; he couldn't make her focus on her asshole, and she felt secretly proud of this tiny act of defiance.
When he let her go, Gina whispered, "Please, sir?"
"Please what?" Gordon smiled, but the curl of his mouth was cruel.
"Water?"
"After we plug your nasty little asshole, then you can have a drink from a bowl like the bad little puppy you are." Gina cried out in dismay, trying to scoot away from the two men, but of course it was useless.
Frank held her down while Gordon greased and inserted a small anal plug into her ass. It happened quite fast. Gina yelped, but she didn't struggle. There was a moment of pain as the plug pressed past her sphincter, and then a snugness, but no real discomfort. As with so many things, the fear of anticipation was worse than the actual deed.
She stared at the floor, humiliated and ashamed, as Frank filled a metal bowl with cool water. "Go on, doggy," taunted Gordon. "Have a bit of water and then you can do some tricks for us." Gina crawled over to the water bowl, desperate for a drink. Awkwardly she licked the water, splashing it on the floor and herself in her efforts to get enough.
While she was drinking, Gordon slipped a collar around her neck, secured by Velcro and a clip he slipped onto a ring at the back of it. He clipped a leash onto the collar and, before she could get her fill, he jerked her roughly away from the bowl. Water spilled down her chin and between her breasts. She was still thirsty, but the most desperate need had been slaked.
"Would you like to go for walk, doggie?" Gordon pulled her roughly, leading her around the room as she tried to keep up without stumbling. "Should we take the dog out to pee, Frank? Let her sniff in the back yard?" Outside? Was he serious, would they really let her go outside? Even on a leash, dragged by her neck, Gina was longing to go outside, to smell the fresh air, to feel the sun!
"I don't know, sir," Frank answered. "It is drizzling, after all. And still pretty cold."
"So we'll wear raincoats. And bitches don't need coats, they're animals. Let's do it!" Frank didn't look too happy, but he didn't protest. Opening the door, he allowed Gordon to pass through, pulling the poor naked woman behind him on her leash.
They led her the other way down the hall, away from Gina's bathroom. They passed into a large room with soft throw rugs scattered over hardwood floors. Gina didn't have adequate time to take in the details, but she could see a fire crackling in the fireplace. The room was decorated in warm yellows and browns. The sofas looked plump and inviting.
Gordon continued to pull Gina until they were at the back door, which was set in a small foyer containing an antique wardrobe. Frank opened the wardrobe doors and took out an umbrella and two gray trench coats. He held one coat open, and Gordon slipped his arms in and buttoned himself up. Frank did the same, leaving the hapless Gina naked and collared at their feet.
When Gordon opened the back door, Gina felt a gust of cold wet air against her bare flanks. She shivered as he pulled her out into the back yard, which was completely enclosed by tall dense hedges of evergreen. Though the clouds hid the sun, the natural light was beautiful to Gina. The rain pelted her bare back and legs, and the grass was slick and cold under her hands and knees. She felt the cold slice through her like a knife, and was afraid of what Gordon had planned for her, but she couldn't help but smile with pleasure at the heady smell of fresh rain and pine trees. She inhaled deeply of the wet scented air.
Gordon jerked her chain and ordered, "Pee for us, dog. Right here in the grass." Gina looked miserably over at Frank, who turned away. Gordon jerked her chain again, causing Gina to fall sideways, landing on her side in the wet, muddy grass. She scrambled up, truly cold now and splattered with mud. "Do it and then you can come in."
Gina was shivering now, shuddering with cold and fear. She was dizzy with hunger. She squatted, trying to pee, hoping he meant what he said about that being all she had to do. But she couldn't. A few mouthfuls of water, after nothing to eat and drink the whole prior day, had left her dehydrated. She had nothing to void, no matter how badly she wanted to.
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