Beginning
Flynn watched the great ship move across the horizon. She was impressive even at
this distance. The Atlantis of our age, he thought, then immediately shook off the image.
The Oceanic was no dream. She was just an ocean liner, a luxury refuge for pampered
sheep.
For years he had watched her cruise these waters, literally salivating at the
thought of taking her as a prize. Not very likely with ancient deer rifles and canoes, he
remembered, which is why he was so interested in her unusual behaviour. Something was
different this time. She was moving slowly, just making headway, and much closer to shore
than usual. Something was wrong, he could feel it.
Usually, the ship got this close at night to land Marines, returning a few nights
later to pick them up. He was aware of it only after. It was maddening. With more warning,
he could have ambushed them, maybe captured someone for questioning. The Oceanic owned the
night with its technology while his men barely managed to stumble around after dark.
So why was the ship loitering off his shore in the daytime? Sightseeing...? Were
they curious, maybe staring at him now through long-range telescopes and binoculars? He
dismissed the idea. Even gods wouldn't linger off these dangerous shores for such a
purpose. No, there was something else, something he wasn't seeing.
He tried to think of other possibilities...
It was hard to concentrate with the girl sucking so frantically on his cock. She
was trying too hard. He understood her reasons, but the goal was to arouse not annoy. He
pushed her back onto her haunches and she looked at him. The fear in her almond-shaped
eyes was more exciting than her mouth, he decided.
They were always too eager to please in the beginning. That was natural. He would
teach her, show her how to turn a man on by approaching hesitantly, how to use her tongue
and mouth with passion, how to shudder and moan sensually... There were a thousand ways to
arouse a man orally. His clients were sophisticated. They didn't want to rut with a girl,
they wanted to be entertained.
She was a beauty though, there was no denying that. Both of them were--thin, hard
bodies, full lips, expressive eyes, round shapely asses, firm breasts... It was a good
omen to have bagged such a special pair so early in the season. A very good omen...
He looked down at her again. She was twisting her torso beautifully, trying to ease
the pain in her shoulders. He had tied her wrists and elbows. It was his favourite: the
way it pushed out their breasts and made their bodies arch; the way it made their nipples
pop; the way it made them totally available yet totally helpless.
She oozed sex tied like this, and sex sold well even in these desperate times.
Her gripped her bare shoulders and turned her body to the side. Some women didn't
look right with their elbows tied together--too much flesh, or muscle, or bone...whatever.
This one had just the right body type and she was flexible. She would be able to handle
this for a very long time. That will appeal to buyers. There would be pain for her of
course, but it will show up as urgency in her eyes, an exciting desperation. Adding a
white sash to her hips will balance the image, call attention to those incredibly long
legs. She would be exquisite, irresistible.
Presentation was everything with slaves. It was important to win the buyer's heart
and mind as well as his libido. That's what had earned him his reputation.
He turned the girl back to face him and considered how she might look with gold
nipple studs. They were in vogue these days. Just for accent, he thought. It would
complement the pain in her face. But maybe not...it might be too much. Her natural beauty
and innocence are what will sell this one. With her, sex needs to be a subtle
undercurrent, a promise of things to come. Flynn lifted her face higher. Pity and lust,
that's what he wanted her prospective buyers to feel for her...,equal parts of pity and
lust.
He lowered himself to the ground in front of her and crossed his legs. She held her
legs tightly closed. Charming, he thought...deliciously innocent. Girls who came across as
sexually hungry, no matter how beautiful, were less valuable. He pushed gently on her bare
leg with his fingers. A tear appeared, but she opened them.
...Obedience, another good sales feature.
She was obviously trying to win his approval, trying to cooperate in return for…for
what? What did she want? ...His understanding? That was no problem. He understood her
feelings completely; he just didn't care. No matter how smart they were, they always came
to this realization too late.
He smiled and pushed on her leg again. She spread them wider, blushing furiously.
He lifted her head higher until she was looking directly at him then moved in closer,
blocking her legs with his knees. She was confused for a moment then her eyes widened as
he reached for the crop.
Wait...what was that? Under her fear he detected a hint of submission. Excellent.
And she had stayed silent as well. No senseless babble. That also hinted at her submissive
nature.
He put a single attention-getting stroke across the inside of her thigh. She sucked
in a breath and looked down at the red stripe, but remained quiet. Excellent, he thought,
great instincts.
"That was a good effort," he said softly in a soothing voice.
"It's important to be enthusiastic when you are giving a blow job, but any man can
do what you were doing for himself with his own hand."
He struck her again, maintaining the understanding smile on his face. It was
important for her to believe that he wanted her to succeed, that this pain was
regrettable, but necessary. She looked at him as if begging his forgiveness. He blinked in
pleasant surprise. Many girls were so desperate to please that they willingly accepted the
pain for their failure. She was one.
She began to twist her torso again.
Her sister, lying a few feet away, was watching everything.
"A good cocksucker," he explained, "is one who makes her man feel powerful,
worshipped; she makes him believe that his prick is something sacred, that she savours
it's sweetness, that her greatest joy will be to receive its juice."
He cropped her again on the inner thigh. Tears were flowing freely now, but she
stayed in place staring at him and, incredibly, nodding her agreement.
"A man wants to feel your lips and your tongue. He wants to see your adoring eyes,
to hear your soft sucking noises, to know that you want his cum inside you more than
anything else in the world. He wants you to take his balls into your mouth and moan with
joy, to lick them reverently like an ice cream, to show him by these low acts that you are
his, his to use as he pleases."
There were no ice cream cones in the wilderness of course, but the image had
survived and been passed on.
He cropped her sharply on the underside of each breast. She yelped sharply and her
nipples darkened. He could see the blood rushing to her skin. He watched as her mouth
opened unconsciously and her tongue reached out between her lips. He had suspected that
she was sexually responsive to pain, now that was also confirmed. Another excellent sales
feature, he thought.
"Your master will use whatever hole he desires, depending on his mood," Flynn
continued, "but your mouth is the special one. It makes him feel powerful to degrade you
in that way. It makes you feel subordinate to allow it. These feelings are the basis for a
spectacular sexual encounter. Don't ever waste such a glorious opportunity with mindless
sucking and pulling."
He struck her again on each thigh.
"Do you understand?"
She nodded. Her eyes were half closed now and her nipples seemed black with blood,
He knew they would be rock hard. Men will kill each other for this one, he thought.
He got back to his feet, and she immediately rose to her knees, pressing her cheek
softly against his hard prick. He struck her once on the ass and she immediately tilted
her head to one side and began to lick his balls. The technique was still a little too
aggressive, but it was definitely improved. She's teachable, he decided. In a few weeks,
she will be exquisite. He grabbed a handful of hair to steady her then used the crop on
her flanks.
She was breathing heavily only half aware of how she was using her mouth and
tongue. It's an instinct for some, he thought, something that doesn't need to be taught,
just give them the right motivation and... He pushed her away gently and walked to where
her sister was tied.
The girl was lying face down on the grass. Her arms had been pulled thought her
legs and her wrists tied to her ankles. This forced her legs apart and her ass up high. It
was an effective way to fuck her in the ass. Flynn paused to appraise her from the rear.
Her ass cheeks were taut and framed her asshole beautifully. Her swollen pussy lips hung
down like tiny udders. He resisted the urge to touch her, sensing that she was too hot to
handle right now, too close to climax.
He cropped her ass hard to bring her back from the edge. Pain was a good way to
dampen someone in heat. She screamed and tried to crab-walk away. It was impossible and
all she managed to do was to dig her face further into the grass. This one had resisted
when they raided the village. She was a fighter, which had given him an idea for pairing
them.
They both had the same general body type, but the sister, the one who fought, was
harder, more athletic. She'll suffer as a slave, he decided. She'll resist and men will
see that as a challenge. The result will be serious pain for her. That doesn't matter of
course, but many buyers hesitate to take on a difficult slave. If I can keep present this
one as a counterpoint to her more pliant sister, I might be able to earn a premium. What
man doesn't want the options of selecting soft or rough depending on his mood?
Flynn knelt down near her head.
"You will finish what your sister started," he said. "There are muscles in your ass
that can make a man feel like a king. Find them and use them."
He leaned down and whispered into her ear.
"If I'm not satisfied, I'll make your pain a lesson for her then sell you
separately."
The girl turned her head towards him, eyes blazing.
He used the crop again. She made an animal-like sound and twisted her ass higher
into the air. She's offering herself to me, he realized. She's unconsciously positioning
her ass to be more attractive, more easily entered. Her body is doing what it can,
inducing me to fuck her, to stop the pain. Amazing. He looked down at himself and realized
that it had worked. He was rock hard. He pushed his cock into her asshole, unconcerned
with her startled cries then waited. When she settled, he began to pump.
Just then the ship caught his eye. It was still holding steady three miles off the
coast. He thought about sending men down to the beach in the morning...just in case, then
refocused on the girl. She was rotating her ass, pulling him more deeply inside; His balls
were swinging into her swollen vulva.
If they land a party, he thought, I'll capture one of them this time even if I need
to sacrifice a hundred men. It would be dangerous to ignore such a provocation. His people
were loyal because they knew that he controlled this part of the wilderness. Any intrusion
needed to be met with strength. He wouldn't survive if they though he was weak.
It had been the same when he patrolled the highways hereabouts as a state trooper.
Any sign of weakness and people would walk all over you.
Captain Robert H. Flynn, D Troop, Oregon State Police. The title still had a nice
ring to it and the perks, the perks couldn't be beat--girls, booze, food, fast
cars--whatever he wanted. His ride had been a 500cc Land Cruiser back then. That monster
could catch just about anything. People would shit in their pants when he roared up behind
them, siren screaming. Those were the days.
He had administered a lot of road justice from the belly of that beast, he recalled
fondly. Things aren't all that different today, at least for him, he thought
The girl was rotating her ass and simultaneously moving up and down. He began to
respond, countering her movements with his own. He could feel her anus tightening and
loosening at exactly the right moments. She was world class at this, he thought. I'll need
to make that known to the buyers. They were always interested in special talents. He
smiled again--these two were going to earn him a lot of money.
Sensing that they were near the end, he pushed harder and faster. She responded by
thrusting back with the full power of her legs and abdomen, snapping her entire body to
meet his thrusts. She had no choice with her wrists tied to her ankles. Her sister watched
in horror and fascination.
Suddenly, the girl's body contracted with bone crushing tension then exploded in a
long series of spasms. He held back, waiting until her muscles relaxed then let go. An
aftershock was more interesting for him, more painful for her. The girl screamed again,
half in pain, half in response to her second climax. The sound echoed off the nearby
trees, creating a Wagnerian finale to their copulation.
Flynn pulled out slowly and turned her onto her back. She lay there trembling with
her legs spread wide open, pulled down by the weight of her leaden arms. Her pussy was
literally trembling. He glanced at the sister. They would be tied together tonight without
gags so they could talk about this. It would break down their resistance.
In a week, he predicted, they'll be begging to be fucked. In three, they won't know
if their begging is an act or if it's real. Slavery is a state of mind. Once they see
themselves as slaves, it won't matter one way or the other.
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