by Angelflame
Hard Education Into Sexual Submission
Everyone was tired of her rebelliousness, and no one objected when her family suggested that she be placed in the house of a master to learn better manners. The girl had only thrown her head back, laughing. “You fools!” She had exclaimed, “I give in to nobody!”
He was a young man, perhaps two or three years older than her, and he leaned firmly against the doorway, watching her approach the house with no more than a smirk. She ignored him as she tried to walk through the doorway he was blocking. In a flash he grabbed her arms tightly, his eyes burning into hers. “Where do you think you’re going?”
His gaze was intense, but she was resolved not to cower. “I was just going into my house,” she said through teeth.
She tried once again to get past him, but he laughed and tightened his grip so that her face contorted in pain. Only then did he pull her into the house. His voice was steel. “You’re mine now, and I can do
whatever I want with you. You’re to call me ‘sir.’ Is that understood?”
“Yeah.”
The man grabbed her and pulled her over to a table. It was a low table with a hook sticking up from the top on one of the corners. It had some ropes around it. The man was stronger than the girl, and, holding her wrists together, he managed with much twisting and jerking to tie her wrists to the table. It was so low that the girl was forced to bend all the way over.
“I’m going to teach you how to behave,” he said, and went over to the wall where a riding crop was hanging.
She tried to look over her shoulder. “You can’t do this,” she said, her voice trying to be firm.
The man calmly bent down to whisper in her ear, “That’s right – I was going to give you ten lashes with this whip. Maybe twenty will help keep your mouth shut.”
This time the girl’s voice shook. “No, please…”
He snickered. “All right, then, twenty-five. Now spread your legs. Wider.”
She spread her legs until they couldn’t stretch any further. With a yank he reached around her waist and pulled down her pants and panties. “If you so much as move those feet,” he said, “I’m going to add on lashes.”
The girl moaned. He raised the crop and deftly swished it down in the middle of the crack of her ass.
“Aah!” She shouted, trying with all her will power not to move her feet.
Her ass felt like it was being ripped open. The man wasted no time. He whipped her again and again and, the louder she shouted and cried the harder he hit. Finally she was gasping for air.
He stood behind her, holding her back firmly against him. His hands were on her breasts, and he squeezed so hard that she moaned and made several attempts to wriggle away. “Still trying to get away? Answer me!”
“No, sir.” Her voice was high, remembering the last time she didn’t answer him properly.
He laughed, mocking her. “You’re scared now, aren’t you.” With one hand he gripped one of her wrists, untied it, and pulled it behind her. He shoved her hand inside his pants. “You feel that?” His dick was more than two inches thick, and she trembled violently, looking up at the ceiling. He re-tied her wrist. “You know what I’m going to do?” He said, his voice lowered. “I’m going to fuck you in your ass so hard you’ll scream. I’m going to rip you apart. What do you think of that, my little whore?”
She shut her eyes tightly in revulsion. It couldn’t possibly get any worse. He whispered into her ear with the same firmness. “Now beg for it.”
She squirmed but his fingers dug into her skin. “Do it. Now,” he demanded.
“Please…sir…”
“You better fucking say it right now.”
Her throat felt thick. “Please, sir…please fuck me hard in the ass.”
In one swift motion he shoved her pants down and forced her down against the side of the table. She could hear her rip open his zipper. With a grunt he shoved his entire dick into her. “You’re really going to get it now, you fucking slut,” he said, “you might as well stop squirming.”
Waves of fire coursed through her body. He took his time, throwing all of his weight into every thrust. She could hardly move, her hands tied to the table and her master gripping her hips. As he withdrew from her, still hard, he untied her hands and twisted her around to face him. She was limp, and looked pleadingly up at him.
“On your knees,” he ordered, and pushed her down.
He shoved his dick into her mouth, which was barely wide enough. “Suck it. Now,” he demanded. Still very frightened and shaking, the girl tried to move her tongue around, but there was hardly any room. In one hand he gripped her hair and pulled out, letting his white semen flow and trickle onto her face. He held her there, letting her feel the full humiliation of it. “There,” he said, “now maybe you’ll learn to behave and do as I say.”
