by Jen Eastwood
She whipped around and sent a fist right at my throat.
I jerked to the side right on time. Wrapping an arm around hers, I stepped back behind Kate and curled my other arm around her neck. You learn to defend yourself, at least a little, when you were a kid with a weird last name.
“Will you calm the fuck down? This is the kind of shit that got you in trouble to begin with.”
All it did was make her kick and flail, trying to get any hit in. A heel that almost bent my knee backwards was the last straw.
I squeezed her arms tight against her body and lifted Kate. Walking her toward the nearest anything, I pinned her against what looked like a cushioned sawhorse. Straps that looked like tiny belts adorned the corners.
“Eat shit and die!”
“Calm the fuck down before I have to tie you down!” They weren't kidding about her, but am I really gonna have to treat her like I did Anya yesterday?
Another heel landed against my inner thigh, barely an inch away from my balls. Kate was stronger than her petite frame would make you think, but that was relatively speaking. She wasn't overpowering me at all.
I got one of the leather strips ready to hold her down, for my own safety more than anything. Even putting all my weight on Kate's back, I could only hold her down for so long. The idea of her getting loose made my nuts want to hide in my stomach.
“I always thought you were uppity, Slavic trash, Alex.”
“And I always thought you were a snotty, little bitch.”
The strap locked around her wrists as I pulled it tight. “And to think I had a crush on such a skanky pest years ago.” Forcing Kate to bend over made her tight, little ass look that much better.
“That's quaint. It's not like I'd have given it up for you anyway.”
“You're about to figure out why I don't care.” I pulled her bracelet out of my pocket. “And congratulations, you're about to graduate to the next class.”
Kate spat, putting a splotch on my white shirt that soaked in immediately. “The girls that get those always act like stuck-up sluts.”
“Kettle, meet pot. You two have a lot in common.” I pulled against the open ends of the band. “I'd advise you to fall in line, fast.”
“Go fuck yourself.”
I couldn't deny what the room was for any longer. That's why you're here.
“Go on then, fuck my brains out and get it over with.”
I thought about giving her the exact treatment I'd given Anya the night before. “I'm sure you'd like that.”
A table on one side of the room caught my eye. I walked over to it and realized it was stocked like a sex toy convention. The part that had me laughing was the way everything had been laid out in meticulous order.
Do I break her first, or have some fun with her?
Being called 'trash' because of my ancestry chapped my ass. I looked over the actual buffet of marital aids. The thing that caught my eye and tickled my fancy was the most innocuous of all.
“You know,” I shouted back, “this might be just the thing you need.”
“I didn't choose to come here. That was my bastard father's idea.”
I turned around with the silver egg and played with the controls. My hand went numb as it buzzed to life. The little thing wasn't one of those cheap units.
Kate saw what I had as I got close. “That's your idea of punishment?”
“You mean you don't mind?” I pulled back on her panties until I had a full view of her ass and cunt. She looked nicer down there than I expected.
Kate jolted as the cool metal touched against her clit. She finally shut her mouth as I started the teasing on a light note.
“If you'll excuse me, I've got something to do.” I ramped the speed up to maximum. “Later.”
Kate tried to get something out as I pulled her panties back up hard enough to split her in half. The toy stayed in place, just like I hoped. A final tuck of the controls in her waistband had her ready.
As I got to the door, I looked back. Kate was shaking her head, her voice seething between clenched teeth. Now to occupy some time.
“What the fuck am I doing?” Five minutes of sitting at my desk gradually brought me out of whatever had spurred me on. “Why did I do that?”
Kate's screams had started making it through the door. Every part of me wanted to run in there and stop the torment. Even for a bitch like her, it was too much.
Anya begged me to do it, but Kate's just dumb enough to talk shit until I lose my temper. I got out of my chair without thinking about it. As I opened the door, the full volume of her yells rattled my eardrums.
But with every step, the sympathy faded. By the time I got back to Kate, I hated her again. I wasn't ready to end the punishment, but I did want her to shut the fuck up.
Taking the control out of her waistband, I pulled the cord as far as it would go. I knelt in front of her, taking the full blast of a scream right to my face. As soon as I turned the dial all the way down, Kate's eyes shot open and then rolled to the back of her head.
She quivered against the restraints, vibrating just as hard as the toy that had brought her to this point. The hardest orgasm I'd ever seen played out right in front of me. In a way, Kate had to be enjoying it.
I couldn't stand for it. As she kept spasming, I forced her panties to her ankles. The egg clacked against the floor.
I picked up the lacy bit of fabric and got back in front of her. “You should be thanking me for that.”
Kate's face was red as Anya's ass. Her voice shook as much as her body. “Fuck! No more of tha—” A ball of panties stopped her mid-syllable.
“You nod or shake your head. Nobody wants to hear you speak.”
Kate stilled herself. It was that kind of passive-aggressive display I knew to expect from her. Someone had to make her mind her place.
“That's alright.” I thought about putting the band on her and stripping that part of her out by force.
But that would be too easy on her. Kate had to learn the price of disrespect as herself.
I pulled off my belt, thinking again about giving her the Anya treatment. Too easy on her. I looped it around her forearms and then unbuckled the restraints on her wrists.
“Stand up.”
Kate tried reaching her hands to her mouth. A quick tug at the tail of my belt stopped that little attempt.
“Do that again, and I'm using it on your ass.” I gave her a quick tap, letting my hand linger for a good feel. “I told you to stand.”
She knew I couldn't give her a lashing with the belt around her arms. A hard smap left a ruby hand-print on her petite right hump. It got the point across enough to get a rise out of her.
“Good,” I saw another set of leather cuffs hanging on a rope from the ceiling, “follow me.”
Kate didn't nod or shake her head. Stubborn as a cult member, she kept her feet planted to the floor.
“I told you to come on.”
Kate nodded, mocking me with narrowed eyes. For being a tiny girl fighting to reach five-two in heels, she had bigger balls than a bull.
I yanked on the belt, feeling the bite mark I'd left in it the night before. When it came to a test of strength, Kate didn't stand a chance against me.
She tried keeping her arms down as I grabbed the cuffs. The rope gave easily enough for me to bring the rig down to her level. As the cuffs locked around her wrists, Kate tried to grin with a mouth full of panties.
“You think I'm doing this for fun?”
She nodded again. The belt dropped off her forearms as I pulled it loose.
I looked up to the ceiling, noticing the pulley holding the rope. The tail end dangled a few feet away. I looped it around a cleat on the floor, pulling it until Kate stood on her toes.
I put myself in front of her. “You can't talk, you can't move.” I gave her a light tap on the cheek. “Life's a bitch sometimes, isn't it?”
Kate tried spitting out the lacy gag in her mouth. Muffled vowels was all she could mana
ge, but I knew she was trying to cuss me out.
“How about we get creative?”
The way she rolled her eyes expressed what she couldn't say. I had to give it to Kate, she was true to herself. If only the true her wasn't a complete bitch.
I got back to the table for another shopping trip. Some of the stuff I couldn't even figure out. A riding crop, mini-prod, and what I call the 'dick on a stick' all looked right up my alley.
I held them behind my back. Kate tried angling herself for a better look, but as I got behind her, the struggle made her lose contact with the floor.
I dropped everything but the crop. Quick swats at her thighs got Kate to dancing. The tension between the sting on her legs and the pain on her wrists had to be hell.
I moved it up to her ass, sticking to one spot until she gave in and tried to kick free. “You want me to stop?” I kept it going.
Kate finally broke and nodded. One final, hard snap forced a squeal out of her.
“Good, we're getting somewhere.” It was time for the prod. As I bent over to pick it up, I added, “If you behave, I'll let you speak again.”
Kate stayed still for once. As soon as I had reached around her and pulled the wad of panties out of her mouth, she started bitching again. “If you'd lower me like an inch, you'd be less of an asshole.”
I rubbed my fingers against the cylinder in my hand. Poking the metal prongs against her ass, I pressed the button. The pop was barely audible, but I was happy to leave it on the lowest setting for now.
“Fuck!”
I let loose with it again.
“Shit, damn it!”
“One more word, and it'll hurt worse.” I let her have it on the thigh.
Kate swung as she tried lifting her legs out of the way. Her neck tensed and her mouth drew into a thin line. A quick tease at another shock had her cringing.
I didn't follow through with the threat. “If you weren't so damn bratty, I'd have just put the bracelet on you and sent you on your way.”
Keeping her trap shut had to be killing Kate. As I got in front of her, she pulled exactly the desperation play I expected of her. Smooth thighs wrapped around my waist, putting her weight on me.
I pretended to like it. “I appreciate the willingness.” She didn't realize it'd have shocked me as well as I pressed the conductors against her skin. “But you should do it because it's all you can think about, not to make your legs stop aching.”
Kate's right eye twitched. She tried thrusting herself against my crotch. The heat between her legs told me all this had her worked up.
“You think I'd fuck an ungrateful brat like you? I know it's because you want something from me.”
“Of course I do, you prick!”
I squeezed the sensitive area in the crook of her thighs with my thumbs and middle fingers. It loosened her legs enough for me to back away. I held the prod in front of me with the trigger pulled.
Kate swung back, trying to kick herself out of the way. She jerked hard as she made contact.
I made a quick jab with it, right on the side of her waist. “That bitch I always knew as Kate Geary has to be replaced with someone else before you can leave here.” I gave her another poke, this time inches above her slit.
The expected dog-cussing didn't come. It was time to seal the lesson.
Pulling the band out of my pocket, I held it in front of Kate as she swung back and forth. “Since you know what this is, it'll save me from having to explain it for you.”
Hate and worry got her to start kicking. When she saw me put the prod between us, Kate realized what a horrible idea it was. Resigned, she stopped and let her toes reconnect with the floor.
I smiled and said, “Good, you know there's no point in worrying if the situation is hopeless.” I pulled the ends of the bend apart and squeezed it onto her wrist, just below the restraint.
“I don't feel any different, you moron.” Kate grinned like she'd won. “Blowhard.”
I turned the dial on the prod up to maximum and gave her hell. Five rapid pops sparked against her skin. The little marks it left had to burn like fire.
“Fuck!” Kate wiggled herself, trying to break loose. “My dad'll have you shot for this.”
“Best I recall, he's the one who sent you here. Patrons know exactly what this academy does.”
The way she kept fighting brought a smile to my face. Time to put an end to it, sadly. “Hvatit.”
Kate winced and tensed her entire body. You could almost feel the heat coming off the band. One loud scream bounced from wall to wall.
“You know, you're my first one to reprogram. Take it as an honor.”
“You haven't reprogrammed shit, that just fucking hurts!”
She was right, it wasn't the instant change I saw in Anya. But then again, Anya was utterly broken when I met her. Kate still had more bitch in her than a kennel for female dogs.
I shot my arm forward, making her jerk like I was shooting a gun at her. It seemed like the consequences had sunk in. A double-tap on the button got her yowling.
“I hope you figure out why I did it twice that time.” I ran my fingers through that golden triangle of empty space between her cunt and thighs, hotter than July. “When you do, I can start rewarding good behavior.”
“You don't even know what I want.”
I pulled my hand off her and replaced it with another shock. Kate tried not to react, barely keeping it all inside. She faced another mock jolt right after like she didn't care.
“Good, at least you know how to shut up and take punishment.” I bent over and loosened the tensioning rope until she could stand with a little slack. “Have you learned your place?”
Kate nodded, already looking like she'd been rode hard and hung up wet. “I give up,” her head dropped between her arms, “just no more of that, please.”
I paced around her a couple of times, teasing with the prod but never pulling the trigger. “You're lucky I picked the weaker one. I'm not as sadistic as everyone else here.”
“You want me to thank you?” She looked back up, one eyebrow rising up her forehead. “You should be kissing my ass so I don't have you sued.”
Kzzt-pop!
Kate's legs gave out, her knees almost touching the floor. “Alright, shit! Just let me go and I'll do it.”
Kzzap!
I wondered if she had got the message as well as I wanted her to. “That's for whatever smart-ass comment you were about to use next.”
“I give up, fuck!” She couldn't help letting a little sob out. “What do you want from me?”
I untied the cleat and let her fall to the floor. “For now, I want you to crawl over here.”
Kate started to get up, realizing I specifically demanded a crawl. Even a shameless little psychopath like her could get red in the face like she did, if you pushed her far enough.
“Good.” I looped the rope back around the cleat, leaving her hands essentially bolted to the floor. “Do you think you deserve a reward?”
As I knelt down and forced Kate to look up at me, she shook her head in utter humiliation. “No, sir.”
“Would you like a reward?”
The thought of her voice sounding meek and fragile seemed impossible until then. “I don't deserve it.”
“Good answer.”
“May I speak, sir?”
“Hell no.” When did she think she'd earned that right? “You can prove you deserve to.”
Kate knew better than to ask me how. If it wasn't what she was supposed to do from the start, I'd have been proud.
It was time for that last instrument I'd grabbed. Thick, flesh-toned, and long enough to gauge her limits, it flopped around on the end of the broom handle.
“Ass up.” I watched her ease her knees forward. “Higher.”
Kate gripped the wings of the cleat, her pussy on full display under her cheeks. My hand-print, at least, was still there.
As the tip pressed against her opening, she tried to jerk forward. With
the sound of one footstep, she eased toward me. Without an instant of hesitation, Kate pushed back until the first inch disappeared inside her.
I kept standing, guiding it until I felt her inner limits resist. Such a small woman could never handle a Peter North, but how much of the length Kate handled impressed me.
I pulled it back with a little more speed. Steady and picking up the pace a bit, it slid back in. “Definitely not your first.”
Kate tried to hold in a moan as I worked up to a good fucking speed. It finally came out, making her tense her ass like the fury of a wet cat was about to come down on it.
“Don't worry, that's not talking back. You can show gratitude.” I knelt down and picked up the egg at her feet. Gripping the stick close to the base, I got ready to see how thankful I could make her.
The bulb whirred to life against her clit. Kate gasped like she was about to go underwater.
“See? If you acted like this from the start, we could have started from here.”
I felt her back into the imitation cock, begging for more. I pumped it as fast as I could, eliciting a drawn-out, heavy, “Thank you, sir!”
“Do you know your purpose in life now?”
Kate tensed her entire body. She let out a long scream as her hands flailed against the cuffs and slapped against the floor. As soon as her feet lifted, I pulled the vibrating egg away.
“That's it, show me what you're meant to be.”
She started coming like a good, little slut should: Loudly, intensely, and most of all, easily. I wanted Anya to pick up that talent.
“See? Shouldn't getting what you want always be that easy?”
Kate panted and shook against the floor. As she collapsed onto her side, she opened her eyes and smiled. “Yes, sir.”
“You know what the next set of classes teach?”
Kate trembled in place. “Yes, sir.”
“Then there's no reason to be that scared.” If any of her attitude remained, you couldn't see it in her eyes. “In fact, I think a little slut like you will enjoy it.”
“That's right, I am a little slut.”
I twisted the mechanism on her cuffs. As Kate rose to her knees, I didn't bother looking at her. “Every student gets an evaluation from the Headmaster before moving up. I'm sure you know what that means.”