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Porterville High - Chapter 1.5
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Porterville High
Chapter 1.5
Sara Ellsworth frowned as she looked over at the sheet
of paper Jim had left for her on her couch. Things, she
thought, weren't looking good. Sure he'd been a great fuck,
better than she'd had in a long time, but she obviously
wasn't going to be able to use her "assets" to get him under
her thumb. Maybe in time, she thought, but until then she
would have to put up with his crap. Maybe it wouldn't be so
bad, especially if he could fuck like that.
She stood up, the sweat drying from her body and
Jim's come leaking out of her pussy, and, picking up Jim's
paper, walked to the bathroom to clean up. On the way she
cursed aloud as she read what Jim had written. She was to
speak only when spoken to in his presence. She was to
refer to him and anyone he chose as master or mistress--she
didn't like that at all, seeing his intentions all too clearly. She
was to thank him after anything he did to her. She was not
to wear underwear. She was never to wear pants, only tight
shorts, skirts, and dresses. Every evening that he set aside
for them, she was to have dinner prepared for him as well as
$500 cash for him. Every Friday evening from six on would
be for him, and that evening he would give her a list of dates
and times the following week she was to service him.
She kept cursing as she read; she was to be his
goddamn slave! She trembled in rage as she stepped into
the shower. Tomorrow and Friday he would return; she
thought about killing him, but didn't think she could get
away with it. If he pushed her too far, though... Maybe, she
thought, she could use this letter to blackmail him? But then
they would just both go to jail, and she certainly didn't want
that. She stamped her foot in frustration and almost slipped
in the shower. Goddamn that bastard.
Jim picked him up that evening right on time.
"You ready for a good fuck kid," Jim said.
"I'm ready," Achilles answered, thinking of the
spanking he had given Amy earlier, her ass thrust before
him, at the mercy of his hand.
"Let's go then!" And they drove off toward Ms. Sara
Ellsworth's home.
Hoping to speed the night along, Sara decided to wait
for Jim in the living room, naked. She was quite comfortable
doing so, nudity being a usual occurrence with her, and
watched tv while she waited. She heard the front door open
and, looking at the clock, thought right on time. She stood
up, one knee still resting on the couch, and smirked as Jim
walked into the living room, her hands on her hips.
"Hello, Sara," he said, smiling as he moved close to
her, his eyes devouring her naked form.
In return she eyed him. She hoped all he wanted
tonight was another fuck, but somehow she doubted it. She
certainly wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of being
put out, though.
"What the fuck," she cried out, using her arms to cover
her privates and stepping back as she saw some high
school punk step into the room.
"Now now, Sara." Jim, hulking over her, reached
around her head and grabbed the back of her neck in one
huge hand, forcing her to stand next to him so that Achilles
could get a good look, "I've just invited a friend of mine. You
see, he needed a piece of ass, and since you were
available..."
"You fucking bastard!" she yelled, cut short by a
stinging slap across the face, sending her short brown hair
flying about her head. She glared up at him with large, pretty
eyes, and saw his face turn hard.
"Enough of that, you cunt," he growled, shaking her.
"You're already in enough trouble as it is, forgetting the
rules." Turning to Achilles, he said "Come here kid."
Achilles watched this interplay with a certain
trepidation. His cock was threatening to burst out of his
pants, and the sight of Ms. Ellsworth--Sara--her lithe, clean
body, her round, smooth breasts, her strong thighs and
legs, her narrow waist and flat stomach, her sweet, doll-like
face, all sent pangs of lust through him. Her violent reaction,
though, caught him off guard, and he was glad Jim was
there. He walked over to Sara, not able to remove his eyes
from her body, and heard Jim introducing them.
"Sara, this is Achilles, he is going to be one of your
masters tonight. Achilles, this is your new fuck-toy. She'll
do whatever you ask."
Sara started when she heard herself referred to as
fuck-toy. She had always used others like that; she had
always been in charge. She wanted to turn on Jim and
scratch his eyes out, to hurt him, but one enormous hand
still lay on the back of her neck. She shivered slightly as she
realized his strength: there was nothing she could do. So
she stood there, slight tingles running up and down her
body as Achilles ran his hands over her flesh, pinching and
poking and caressing her while Jim watched and leered.
Running his fingers over her body set his body tingling
from head to toe. She didn't move as he circled her nipples
with his finger, then gently rolled them between his thumb
and forefinger. He ran his hands down her sides, feeling the
curve of her body, and down her legs, feeling their strength
and firmness. He ran his fingers through her pubic hair and
felt a damp warmth radiating from between her legs. Finally,
he grabbed both her nipples between his fingers and,
looking directly into her eyes, began slowly squeezing. He
saw defiance in her eyes, and then pain suppressed, and
finally, as he brutally smashed her nipples, she gasped out
in pain, her eyes falling away from his.
"Stop," she gasped, "please... please... let go." Her
hands were on his wrists, knuckles white with their grip, her
breasts distended out into cones from her chest as she tried
to bend away from the pain. "Please... master... stop!" she
finally cried, and sagged in relief when he released his grip.
Panting with exertion, her nipples sore and tingling as
she tried to massage the pain away, she heard Jim say,
"She's learning." Fucker, she thought, but didn't dare look
up at him. She watched sullenly as Jim sat down in her
armchair and Achilles leaned back against the couch, his
legs stretched out to their fullest.
"Okay, Sara, my little cunt," Jim said, "give the boy a
blowjob. And you better do some deep throating or you'll be
in more trouble than you already are."
Glaring at Jim, she knelt down between Achilles' legs
and reached for his pants. Unbuttoning and unzipping
them, she quickly pulled them down his legs, not bothering
to look at him. As she looked up and reached for his
underwear, she started in surprise: his cock was huge! It
looked obscene on his body, a 9", massively thick pole
sticking out from his scrawny form. She couldn't help it:
when that cock popped free and flopped in front of her face
she began to get excited. She imagined it in her cunt,
driving her to wild orgasm after wild orgasm. She wanted to
fuck this guy right now, but she couldn't--damn Jim.
She had always hated giving head, but had learned
how to well, since when she was in high school, all her older
boyfriends had demanded it. In college, she had rarely done
so, and had quickly dropped those guys who had insisted.
By now it was more of a control issue than anything else,
which is why she grimaced with distaste as she gripped his
cock in one small hand and lowered her head until her lips
touched it.
Achilles was in heaven. He had never felt anything like
this before. Her warm mouth engulfed the head of his cock
and sent shivers of pleasure down his body. Her tongue
was a little animal darting and massaging his prick. She
bobbed her head up and down his cock, fondling his balls
with her hand, making him moan at the delicious sensations
assaulting him. Watching her, her lips stretched around his
cock, her hair falling across her face, he felt almost
disassociated from his body, the pleasure wa so intense.
She worked the head and top his shaft for a minute,
rubbing his inner thighs and fondling his balls, tasting his
pre-cum salty and sour upon her tongue. She was hoping
he would come: her jaws were already aching from taking
his huge cock, and deep throating hurt, and with this
monster prick it would hurt more than usual. She realized it
wasn't going to happen, and scooted closer to him,
positioning herself so she could ram his cock down her
throat in one clean motion. She placed his cock as close to
her throat as possible without gagging; Now! she said to
herself, and darted her head down hard. She almost gagged
as she felt her throat stretch painfully around his
cockhead--it felt like her throat was tearing. She sighed
gratefully through her nose as his cock popped into her
throat, and she slid her head down until her nose was
nesting in his pubic hair. Her throat and jaws ached, but the
sharp pain of entry was gone, and it wouldn't be long now.
Achilles cried out when he felt his cock surge down
Sara's throat. It was incredible, almost painful, and a brief
dizziness assaulted him. He gripped her head in his hands
and held her face against his groin. Slowly he began
humping her throat in short jabs, feeling each sensation as a
burst of raw pleasure from his penis. He felt her hands on
his, and let her move his hands to his thighs. Releasing
them, she began playing with his balls again, pressing and
rubbing underneath them every now and then, sending chills
up and down his spine.
She began working in earnest now, bobbing her head
up and down the length of his cock rhythmically, using her
tongue to scrape along the underside of his penis. Her
throat ached as she tried to tease his testicles to orgasm,
hoping to end this quickly, but he didn't seem to be losing it
yet. Her cunt was wet, she knew, as it always was when in
the presence of men, which was some relief. She only
hoped they would deign to take care of her needs after she
was finished servicing theirs.
He couldn't help himself as he moved his hands
against the sides of her face, feeling her cheeks as they slid
back and forth on his cock. She had been working him for
almost five minutes now, and his whole groin felt like it was
going to burst with sensation. It was almost painful, what he
was feeling, but he didn't want it to stop. Suddenly the
intensity increased, and he grabbed her head and slammed
his hips into her face, yelling aaaaahhhhhhgggg as he felt
his dick jerk painfully in her throat, spitting his come down
into her stomach.
It felt like it lasted forever, him holding her face against
his pelvis, his spunk flowing down her throat. Finally,
though, he relaxed, moaning softly, and she pulled back her
head, popping his dick out of her throat as is started to
soften. She gave it one last suck and then sat back on her
heels and looked at Jim.
"Now what," she said, licking her lips to clean them of
her saliva.
Watching his bitch suck dick he could tell she knew
what she was doing. The kid had a monster dong, but she
handled it pretty good. He could also tell that she hated
doing it, which just increased his pleasure as he watched.
Still, she was going to have to pay for breaking the rules. It
should be fun, for him at least.
"Well, cunt, you just broke rule #1 for the fourth time
tonight, and rule #2 for the third time. And I don't see my
dinner or my money. You also forgot to thank Achilles there
for letting you swallow his come." He smiled wickedly and
stood up. "So, you have to be punished. Follow me." With
that he walked into her dining room, looking back to make
sure she was following.
That son of a bitch she thought as she stood up,
glancing down at the still stunned form of Achilles. She had
played master/servant games when she was young, but they
had always been games, where she had some modicum of
control. This was no game: she _was_ his slave. She
followed him, remembering to say "Yes master" as she
walked into her dining room.
"Better. Now bend over the table there. Spread your
legs; wider. Good. Grab the far end, and don't let go." Jim
smiled as he looked down at her back and her ass. She was
bent over the dining room table, her hips pressing against
the edge, her legs wide apart, her hands gripping the far
edge, and twin firm hills of her ass thrust toward him. He
slowly slid off his belt, a thick leather strap, and doubled it
up.
"You're going to get a taste of leather, bitch, on your
backside. I want you to keep count, and after each stroke,
say 'thank you master'. Do you understand?"
"Yes master."
"Good," he said, as he pulled back his arm and
prepared to lay into her. He didn't use all his strength, but
most of it, as he brought the belt down. A loud retort, as
from a gun, echoed through the room and an explosive
"ug!" escaped from the schoolteacher as the belt landed.
"One," she choked out. "Thank you master."
As the belt landed again, her hips jerked forward,
smashing her mound against the edge of the table and
sending a sharp flash of pain through her ass. "Ug!" she
gasped out again, her hands tightening on the edge of the
table; she was determined not to cry out, but fuck it hurt like
a son of a bitch.
"Two. Thank you master."
God, he loved the way the belt left red welts across her
ass and the back of her thighs. He wanted her to scream
though, and she had so far remained reasonably silent
through eight blows. He glanced up as he saw Achilles
wander in, and then raised his arm for another blow.Achilles
lay still after Sara had finished, floating in a world of
pleasure. When he had come, he had almost blacked out,
little motes of light drifting before his eyes. Now a feeling of
utmost relaxation had overcome him, and he reveled in it.
He was slowly brought out of this state by the sounds
coming from the other room: a sharp slapping/banging
sound followed by a muffled "Thank you master." He had to
get up and check this out. Walking into the dining room, he
saw his schoolteacher bent over the table, her legs spread
and the ass and the back of her thighs reddened by the
blows of the belt Jim held in his hand. As he watched, Jim
brought the belt down again, striking her hard across her
ass.
She couldn't take anymore; oh god it hurt so much.
Her whole ass burned with a fiery pain, and she screamed
as she felt the belt land again, driving unbearable pain
through her body.
"Nine," she sobbed out, her breathing coming hard.
"Thank you master."<WHACK>"Aaaaaaahhhhhhgggggg!
T... t... ten. ...Thank you master."
Having gotten her howling, Jim was satisfied for the
moment. He began rubbing his hands all over her ass,
earning gasps of pain from her as he mauled her bruised,
tender flesh.She was so glad he stopped. She didn't know if
she could stand even one more blow. She gasped out in
pain as he began to roughly massage her ass--it was so
sensitive every touch hurt. He continued massaging her
ass, and the pain slowly left her, turning into a spreading
warmth across her backside. She moaned in pleasure and
thrust back her hips as he slid a finger into her dripping
snatch.
"I think this slut enjoyed it, didn't you cunt?"
It was true; she was hot now. The whipping hadn't
excited her, but his hands, massaging the pain into a warm
pleasure, turning agony into lust, had. Right now she
wanted a cock, and ground her hips forward against the
table, feeling an orgasm building as she mashed her clit
against the edge of the table.
"Yes master," she whimpered out, engrossed in her
own pleasure.
Suddenly he removed his hands and grabbed the belt
again, whipping her quickly and viciously.
<WHACK> <WHACK> <WHACK> <WHACK> <WHACK>
<WHACK>
She howled as the first blow landed on her ass, pain
shooting through her, met by the pleasure from her clit as
she jerked it forward hard against the edge of the table.
Before the next blow could land, she came, hard, an
incredible mix of sensations overwhelming her, making her
body buck along the table as she felt indescribable
sensations flood her body. The blows kept coming, striking
her ass and legs, sending her orgasm higher and higher,
leaving her screaming and twisting on the table. It was too
much; she had never had an orgasm like this before. It was
so intense, so overpowering, so uncontrollable. He had
stopped whipping her and his hands were gripping her ass,
his cock rubbing against her still spasming vagina. With a
single thrust he plunged in, and she felt another orgasm pile
upon her raw nerves, cramping her guts and sending more
waves of pleasure through her entire body. Her toes and
fingers curled and her whole body tensed and jerked as he
thrust several times into her. He then pulled out and waited,
watching as her body slowly quieted down, finally stopped,
collapsed against the table.
Achilles watched Sara orgasm, amazed at the force of
her convulsions. He imagined Amy stretched over the table,
his cock skewering her after a whipping, making her come
again and again. His cock was once again painfully erect as
he watched Jim pull out and stand behind the flopping
schoolteacher, his cock glistening with her juices.
Jim knew he had the cunt when he watched her come.
Fucking cunt, he thought as he strapped her again and
again, bruising her jerking body with his belt. He wanted to
fuck her ass, to show her real pain and make her love it,
wanted to shove it up until it came out her throat. He needed
some lube though, so thrust himself into her sopping cunt,
reveling in his power over her as he felt her come again, her
pussy spasming around his pole. He gave her a few good
jabs then pulled out and waited for her orgasms to die
down: he wanted her to feel every inch of his cock as it
stretched her rectum to its breaking point.
Sara lay across the table, exhausted, her body still
tingling from her orgasms. Then she felt large hands grab
her ass cheeks and she moaned softly, feeling Jim's cock
pressing against her anus. She couldn't think straight, was
confused and disoriented by the powerful orgasms which
had coursed through her body. She managed to moan out a
"Noooooo..." as she felt his enormous cock push insistently
at her small nether opening. She could feel her anus
stretching, stretching, pain lancing into her guts as the head
popped through into her ass."Aaaaahhhhhggggg!" she
cried, arching her back, her hands scrabbling against the
tabletop. She collapsed, panting and moaning in pain, her
head bouncing once from the hard surface of the table. After
the intensity of the orgasms, the intensity of this terrible pain
seemed doubled, tripled. Her mind couldn't grasp anything
except the pain, the horrible pain in her ass.
Jim grimaced as he stabbed his cock through her anus
into her guts. She was so damn tight it hurt, but just that
one scream made it worth it. He thrust forward again,
managing to sink half his dick between her tender
asscheeks.
Sara felt something tear, and an ugly warmth spread
through her ass. She was moaning now, her mind blinking
on and off like a strobe light as wave after wave of agony
sent her to oblivion and pulled her back again.
One final vicious thrust and he was all the way in, his
hips setting her asscheeks quivering. What a tight bitch, he
thought, his mind reveling in the power he had over this
cunt. He slid his cock back out and noticed the sheen of
blood on it. All the better, he thought, more lube, as he
thrust brutally back into her ass.
Sara lay there and moaned as he pulled his cock back,
feeling like it was dragging her insides with it. Her anus was
still an agony of pain, but it was subsiding. She was fully
conscious now, and through her exhaustion and pain she
cursed that bastard. He couldn't just fuck her; he had to
have her ass. She clenched her teeth around the sounds of
pain coming from her mouth and tried to grip the smooth
surface of the table near her head. Motherfucker, she
thought each time he thrust forward, bringing a grunt of pain
through her clenched teeth.
He started working up into a rhythm, feeling the
delicious sensations of her gripping ass spread through his
loins. This was the way to fuck, he thought, with some white
cunt at your mercy, loving every abuse he could heap on
her. Thinking he would love to see her come with his cock
in her ass, he grabbed her hips and lifted her off her feet,
driving her hips and her mound hard into the table with
another thrust.
Lifted off her feet, she felt her clit slam into the table,
sending an incredible sensation of pain and pleasure
through her. The room dimmed and she cried out. Again,
and another wave of darkness passed over her, mixing the
sensations in her ass and clit into one unbearable strain.
Again and she began to quiver and shake on the table, her
voice rising into a keening wail. She didn't know what was
happening to her, the brief, powerful flashes of pleasure and
pain from her clit absorbing the now bizarre pain and
pleasure in her ass to send her into a daze of overwhelming
sensation. Again and again and again he drove is cock into
her ass and her clit against the table. Again and again and
her body began to flop uncontrollably on the table, in the grip
of the most powerful orgasm in her life, every nerve on fire
with near unbearable pleasure as she came and came.
Jim grunted as he pounded his cock into her ass. He
couldn't hold out for much longer: his balls were aching
and his whole lower body tingling with intense pleasure.
When the cunt began flopping and screaming on the end of
his cock, her ass muscles spasming around his dick, he
came, shooting wad after wad of come deep into her bowl.
He groaned as he shot into her, relishing the sensations
assaulting his body, and the knowledge that he had broken
the cunt. He kept himself inside her, softening slowly, for
long minutes, watching her thrashing as her orgasms
refused to release her from their intensity. Slowly though
she came down, her body draped over the table, covered
with sweat, exhausted. He slapped her on the ass and
pulled out. He wasn't finished with her yet: Achilles still had
to lose his virginity.
Sara lay collapsed on the table, her mind a dreamlike
haze. She had never been racked like that by two orgasms
in her entire life, and she had many orgasms. They were
incredible, the pain having only seem to add to her final
pleasure. Now she was exhausted, limp across the table,
yet strangely on edge. Sex, of any type, usually relaxed her,
but she was tense, jumpy, her body shaking as if from an
adrenaline and endorphine high. She didn't resist as she
was pulled off the table to land on her knees, and was
turned around by the shoulders until she was looking right
at Jim's prick, slicked with blood and slime.
The smell coming from his package brought her to her
senses, the smell of blood and shit. He grabbed her hair and
growled at her, "Clean it up good, whore, and don't forget
my balls." She felt a slight nausea at the thought, but, at this
point, she had no will. She opened her mouth and took his
flaccid dick in, the coppery taste of blood and the foul taste
of her own bowels coming off on her tongue. Obediently
she licked his testicles clean of her liquids after sucking his
prick clean, and then stood and looked up, still dazed, into
his smiling face."What do we say now, cunt?"
"Thank you, master," she whispered through full,
swollen lips.
"What did you say? I didn't hear that."
"Thank you master," she said hoarsely, finally
regaining some balance.
Achilles had watched Ms. Ellsworth's second orgasm
with amazement: she actually liked to be fucked up the ass.
Stroking his cock, he wondered if Amy would like it too. He
knew he would try it with her, whether she liked it or not, but
he was hoping she would. He thought the idea of having
her lick her own shit off Jim's cock was an especially good
touch."Achilles," Jim commanded, "lie down on the floor."
Achilles hurried to obey, removing his shirt and getting
comfortable on the carpeted floor.
Jim turned to Sara, whom he was still holding by the
arm, and said, "Climb on, cunt, and give him your best
fucking, and maybe I won't hurt you anymore tonight."
Sara looked down at Achilles, holding his monster
prick sticking obscenely straight up from his body, and
stepped over to him. She was worn out, tired, but, she
realized, startled, she _wanted_ another fuck. Not the brutal
pounding Jim had given her, but a nice, relaxing fuck to
calm her, to ease the ache in her ass and relax her nerves.
She straddled him and looked down into his excited,
apprehensive face and lowered herself slowly onto his
penis. "Oh god," she murmured, it felt so good, massaging
her vagina, pressing softly against her cervix. She sat of
him for a moment, clenching and unclenching her vaginal
muscles, hearing him gasp for a moment. Then she leaned
over and kissed him softly on the mouth, running her tongue
over his lips, feeling him start and then open his mouth to
receive her.
Achilles moaned as she lowered herself onto him.
Jesus, he thought, pleasure radiating from his groin across
his body, this is so _good_. He gasped when he felt her
muscles massaging his cock, thoroughly enjoying the
sensations assaulting him. He watched her as she sat
astride him, her lithe body covered in sweat, her legs split
over his body, her breasts standing full and firm from her
body, her head back and her eyes closed as she worked his
cock with her pussy. He watched as she opened her green
eyes and looked down at him, her face a mask of weary
contentment, beautiful, perfect, framed by beautiful brown
hair. She bent over, and he felt a little jolt through his body
as her breasts came against his chest, and then mashed
against them as she brought her mouth against his. He
started, as if touched by a live wire, for that's what it felt like,
when she kissed him, running her tongue across his lips.
He moaned again and opened his mouth, his pleasure
centers doubling at his crotch and his mouth as she
pressed her lips hard against his and explored his mouth
with her tongue.
So good, so good she kept thinking as she swirled her
hips around, feeling his cock slide around inside her
grasping sheath, her mouth locked to his, sending pleasure
bolting through her body. She teased him, and herself, for a
few minutes, enjoying the leisurely pace of this fucking,
grateful to hear his moans and gasps meet hers.
For long minutes she had worked him, and he had lain
passive beneath her, his passion and pleasure slowly
building within him. Suddenly she changed tactics, lifting
her hips until his cock was almost pulled from her pussy
and then slowly impaling herself again. He moaned into her
mouth at this change, intense sensations assaulting his cock
and building, slowly but surely, in his groin. He wrapped his
arms around her slender body and pulled her head hard
against his, sending his tongue for the first time into her
mouth. His whole body felt full to bursting with sensation; it
was incredible, like when she had given him head, but more,
much more, intense.
When he grabbed her in his arms and began to jerk his
hips against her, she picked up the pace. She could feel an
orgasm building in her, from deep in her stomach, and she
wanted it, wanted it so badly. She began humping faster,
releasing his mouth and burying her head in his shoulder.
She felt it close... close... she sucked hard on his neck...
NOW! and she cried out as she came, soft pleasure washing
her body clean of her previous orgasms, feeling his cock
jerk inside her and spill its seed, relaxing her, bringing her
down from her high. So good, she thought, so good.
Achilles was close. He knew that by the darkness
which was clouding his vision, the darkness which told of
the most intense sensations he had ever felt, the most
intense pleasure. It almost hurt as he felt it build, quicker
now, in his groin and penis. He gasped as she released his
mouth and breathed hot air onto his neck, sending chills of
pleasure down his body. He could feel her supple strength
above him as she worked toward her own orgasm, exciting
him even more: she was going to pop, and it was his cock
which was causing it! Suddenly her warm mouth was
against his neck, sucking, sending flashes and sparks
across his vision as he burst, his cock jerking inside her as it
filled her with his come. She was quivering an top of him as
he came, and then they both relaxed, collapsing into each
other as they came down from their orgasms.
Jim had demanded that she give him a blow job before
they left, but Achilles was worn out. He sat on the couch,
thinking that this had been the greatest night of his life, and
anticipating many similar nights, with her and with Amy.
When they left, Achilles told Jim he wanted to be there
tomorrow too, and Jim teased him about his experiences. It
was good to have your very own sex slave, Achilles thought.
Sara, after they had left, showered and then
collapsed in bed, her body exhausted but her mind a swirl
of confusion. She didn't understand, she couldn't explain,
her reactions that night. She had always enjoyed sex,
with pretty much anybody, but she had never had
orgasms like she had tonight. It scared her a little that she
had responded so willingly to Jim's cruelty, and it shamed
her a little that he seemed to know that she would get off
on it. She remembered, in high school, when one of the
teachers she had seduced had introduced her to "the
scene", as he called it. It was a group of people playing
sadomasochistic games, and she had willingly submitted.
She had liked the sex, but the games hadn't done it for
her: they were all so structured, and, besides, she could
always just tell them to stop. With Jim, it wasn't a game:
she truly was his sex slave now. She hadn't wanted to be
blackmailed into fucking him, but had figured that she
might be able to gain some control of him through his
cock; it had still been a game. Not anymore. She was his
and whoever he decided to give her too. What worried
her most, though, was she was beginning to think that
she didn't mind.
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