She was stunned. Literally stunned. A C? she kept asking herself as she hurried home. She had given up her virginity for a C? Didn't he enjoy himself? Didn't he like it? It was so good! Tears started to form in her eyes as she ran it through her mind. No, that wasn't it, she decided, walking straighter, tingling sensations still shooting from her cunt as she walked, dampness collecting the her panties as some of his come leaked from her snatch. She adjusted herself awkwardly, both uncomfortable and turned on by the wet, sticky feeling of his come inside her. No, he _had_ like it. He had liked having sex with her. He wanted more; _that's_ why he was giving her a C, to get her back for a second time. She hugged herself, her breasts feeling supersensitive as her forearms pressed against them. She didn't know what she was going to do, but she felt better about it already. That evening, laying in bed, she argued with herself. A C was good enough, she said, but she wanted an A. But then she would have to have sex with him again, but wasn't that what she really wanted? Around and around her mind went, struggling with the problem, scaring herself with everything that could go wrong, convincing herself with how good it felt. At least, she thought as she drifted off to sleep, I won't get pregnant--he had told her as she had left his apartment that he had been tied off--that he couldn't father children without an operation; she hadn't even thought about that until he had mentioned it. All Saturday with her friends she was withdrawn, her mind tangled with thoughts and emotions and feelings she didn't know how to handle. She hadn't made a decision when Sunday rolled around, and tension built in her as the time approached one o'clock. She let the time pass until she wouldn't be able to make it to his place at one, and then watched the clock in her room, laying on her bed, until the digits clicked over to one. She leaped up, part of her mind trying to hold her back, and raced out of her home, calling to her mother that she was going out. She walked quickly, hoping that he would let her in, that she wouldn't be too late. It wasn't the A, she knew, but she used that as an excuse. It was the way he made her body feel, the incredible pleasure which she had shown her. She wanted more of that, no matter how dirty or bad or anything it was. She wanted to feel like that always. Given a day he had prepared for her coming with a plan in mind. He had pulled out some old toys and purchased some new ones. He had even pulled out his old video equipment--he wanted her to see herself on the screen, wanted her to see her features twist into lust and passion. Unfortunately she was late, ten minutes late, and he began to worry that she wasn't going to show up. Just as he was beginning to curse his luck, though, he heard a knock on the door, and as he opened it there she stood, Annie, panting and flushed from rushing up the stairs to his apartment. She was wearing a pair of cutoff jeans, filing them completely, her ass thrusting out nicely from back, the bottom of her cheeks white and provocative. Her legs were alabaster pillars, beautiful. Her top was a cutoff, exposing her flat white belly and so narrow waist before filling out into those perfect breasts. He could tell there was no bra under her top from the way her breasts swayed, and knew that any man who saw her must have drooled. Still, he loved her face best, that angelic innocence radiating from every pore, and innocence which he would turn into raging lust. He just stared at her and fear grew in her that he wasn't going to let her in, wasn't going to make her feel so good. "I'm sorry," she said, looking at his shoes, "I'm sorry I'm late. I...I just didn't know...." His "Come in" stopped her, and she quickly walked into his apartment, head hanging low. She turned and began to speak, but he spoke again: "You're late." He said it flatly, and she quailed inside. "I'm sorry," she blabbered, her hands making small jerking motions at her side, "I don't know...I wasn't going to come...I was going to come...I couldn't think. I was confused." He let her go on for a minute before barking out "Stop." She stopped. He watched her for a minute, enjoying her discomfiture, the sight of her young, sexy body making him hard. But he couldn't let his control over her slip, a control which was apparently more tenuous than he had imagined, if what she had been saying was true. Well, he thought, today would be the day after which she couldn't do without him and his cock. "You are not allowed to be late," he said harshly, and she winced at the tone of his voice--she didn't want him to be mad at her. "Do you know why you are here?" he asked. She looked at him, confused and embarrassed, "Because...because I want you to...to..." "To what?" he said, softer, moving closer to her. "To have sex with me," she said quickly, blushing red at having to say it. He brushed his hands over her arms and pulled her over to a single chair, sitting her in his lap. "No," he said, unbuttoning her shorts and slipping his hand down until he could fondle her pussy. "No, Annie, you came her so I could fuck your slutty cunt." He punctuated his words by slipping a finger down across her clit and into her cunt, already beginning to juice from his ministrations. "I want you to say it. Tell me why you're here," he ordered her, making her gasp as he plunged his finger in and out of her pussy, mashing her clit hard against her pelvis. For the first time she noticed the camera and television screen, and she saw herself sitting on Mr. Thomson's lap, his hand down her cutoff shorts, her body squirming in pleasure as he played with her cunt, and she was entranced. It was so hot, so dirty, so bad to be like this, and as she gasped in pleasure again she said it, watching the girl on the screen mouth the words, "I'm here so you can fuck my slutty cunt." "Good girl," he said, the small victory elating him as he enjoyed the way she squirmed in his lap and the way she gazed entranced at her form on the screen. The tape was going to be for training purposes, and seemed already to be paying off. "But you were late, and that's bad. You are a bad slut for being late, isn't that right?" "Y...yes," she gasp, growing more excited as she spoke the words, "I'm a bad sl...slut for being late." "And bad sluts need to be punished," he said, twisting her over on her stomach so quickly she didn't realize what was happening until her waist was bent over his knees, her face and knees inches from the floor to either side of him, her full round ass jutting up, exposed as he yanked her shorts and panties down to her knees. "Aaah!" she blurted as he smacked her ass hard with his open hand, striking first one asscheek and then the other. Her cunt still burned from his manipulations, glistening with her juices, but the sharp stinging pain drove all thoughts of pleasure from her mind as he continued to spank her, each time saying "bad slut." She jerked with each blow on his lap, moaning as the pain increased, each blow a little more painful than the last as her ass began to turn a deep shade of red. She was whimpering between each blow, her long hair falling over her head until she turned and caught the site of her over his lap, her ass jutting up as if in offering to his hand, her half shirt falling to expose the bottoms of her large breasts, and she moaned even as he struck her again, the sight so erotic it seemed to spark every nerve in her body. He waited until her ass was a bright red, loving the sight of those full round globes shaking under his blows, the small jerks of her body making his cock hard with lust, waiting for the right moment to switch his attention to her lightly furred mound, peeking from between her thighs. "AAAAHHHHH!" she jerked on his lap, her head coming up as his hand slapped her cunt, sending shooting sensations through her young body, making her quiver in pain and lust as his next blow landed on her ass, and then on her cunt, and again, pain mixing with pleasure to drive her crazy, moaning and twisting on his lap as he held her there, spanking her helpless teenaged cunt. Her cunt was on fire, each blow merely increasing the growing sensation of burning lust until a rapid series of spanks against her mound sent sparks before her eyes and she grunted as is in pain, her whole body shaking with the reaction to her come, her body humping up against the hand which continued to rain blows against her cunt. Orgasm after orgasm rolled through her young body, each slap sparking another one until she was drooling in ecstasy, every muscle in her body quivering as she came and came and came again. He watched her orgasm on the monitor, continuing to spank her in the throws of her orgasm. She wasn't going to stop coming, he realized, shocked, she wasn't going to stop coming until he stopped spanking her cunt or until she passed out. He was tempted, but stopped, holding his hand against her spasming cunt and rubbing it, massaging it gently as her orgasms slowed and she came down from her high, gasping and moaning for air, sweat drenching her body, her cunt juice soaking his pants. He took a moment to slide her shorts, panties, socks and tennies from her body before helping her to her feet. He turned the chair sideways and undressed quickly as she regained her composure. Her ass still burned and her cunt still twitched from her orgasm. She watched him undress, looking between him and the monitor, seeing how she looked standing there, disheveled, in only her cutoff top, her large breasts straining against the fabric. She ran her hands up her sides and shuddered at the lewd site in the monitor. She kept her eyes glued to the screen as he put his hands on her shoulders, and she shuddered in anticipation--his cock was sticking straight from his body, looking monstrous. She could feel her cunt juice slide down her thighs as he turned her around, pulling her wrists behind her back. She watched in the monitor as he bent and lifted a pair of handcuffs from the floor and bound her hands behind her back, making her breast thrust forward even more. She was in a daze of lust, and shuddered again at the sight of herself. He sat down on the chair, his cock sticking straight into the air, pulling her to her knees in front of him. He had left her shirt on because he loved the way it stretched over her tits, hiding them provocatively while the rest of her body was nude. He pulled her head close to his cock, watching as her pretty blue eyes locked on it, her small pink tongue darting out to lick her lips as she gazed at his manhood. "You ever suck cock, my little slut?" he asked, rubbing the side her face with his hand. She turned her head up to him and said softly, "No," the smell of him so close, the sound of his voice calling her _his_ slut, excited her, made her want to do anything he wanted. Even her hands bound behind her back gave her a thrill, the thrill of being bound to his will, of having to do whatever he wished. Her cunt, still tingling from her last orgasm, spasmed again as she squeezed her thighs together. "You're going to learn right now," he said, guiding her luscious lips over his cock, telling her what to do and how to do it. She began by running her lips up and down the length of his shaft, letting her tongue peak out to tickle and moisten it. He had her tease him like that for a while before telling her to take it inside her mouth, her hot, wet cavity making him sigh in contentment. He watched as her eyes rolled to look up at him, and then turned to gaze at the picture of her there, kneeling before him, his cock distending her pretty face, her lips stretched taut around his prick sliding in and out of her mouth, her hands bound behind her. Strange thoughts flitted through her mind as the scent and feel of his cock in her mouth suffused her senses. She was worshipping, she though, worshipping this magnificent cock, this magnificent pole of flesh. She ran her tongue along the underside of his cock like he said, doing everything possible to please him, wanting to be worthy, wanting to feel his come filling her mouth. She rolled her eyes to gaze at him, and then at the picture of her on the monitor, and it was like she was a supplicant, sucking on the staff of life. She moaned around his cock as she squeezed her thighs together, pleasure coursing through her body. His orgasm built slowly in her inexpert mouth, taking twenty minutes before he felt it coming. He gripped her hair in his hands and resisted fucking his cock deep down her throat, instead enjoying the steady rhythm she had developed, riding it toward a long coming orgasm which seemed to rise from deep inside his groin. He spoke to her quickly, saying, "Don't swallow my come, Annie. Keep it in your mouth," before grunting as his rod spit glob after glob of come into the teenager's sucking mouth. "MMMffff" she mumbled around his cock as his come his the back of her throat. She breathed deeply through her nose as his come filled her mouth, sliding around his cock, some slipping from between her lips and his shaft to slide lewdly down her chin. He held her there for almost a minute after he was done while she squeezed her thighs together, elation filling her at her success, pleasure growing as the taste of his come filled her mind with lust. She gasped, opening her mouth and using her tongue to keep the come from her throat, a large, slimy mass in her mouth, as he slid down beside her and used her hair to jerk her head back, thrusting her tits forward. He knocked her thighs apart with his hands and drove his fingers roughly into her cunt, making her cry out, gobbets of come flying from her mouth to cover her lips and chin. She trembled as he brutally brought her closer and closer to orgasm. "Swallow it, slut," he growled, and watched as her gullet worked, his come sliding down her pretty throat as her cunt spasmed around his fingers and her body trembled into orgasm. He began hardening again as he watched this teenager gasp as she came again before pulling his fingers out of her dripping box and pulling her to her feet by her hair. He guided her quickly into his bedroom and undid the handcuffs before laying her down on his bed and tying her spread-eagled to it with padded cuffs and chains. She didn't question him, putty in his hands, as he removed her shirt and blindfolded her, hiding her gorgeous eyes to emphasize her full lips and round face. She rested on his bed, tied down, at his mercy. The thought thrilled her, and she tugged at her bonds, finding that she couldn't escape, and that excited her more. She could feel the cool air of the room across her pussy as she lay there, relaxing her, lulling her into a bizarre sense of contentment. He hadn't even fucked her yet, she thought, hadn't even fucked her slutty pussy--she giggled inside at the words she thought. The thought of what he could do to her, of what he would do to her, made her tremble in delight and anticipation. He took his time setting up, pulling together everything he needed to finish this game and take complete control of this precious piece of flesh. Her blowjob had taken the edge off, so he could afford to be scientific, setting up two cameras to catch the action of her on the bed. He sat down next to her and began to gently caress her body, barely touching her as he ran his hands across her sweat-soaked flesh. He saw her nipples hardened as he circled them with his finger, her cunt, labia still swollen, twitch each time her ran his finger across it. He kept at it and at it, enjoying her low moans of pleasure as he caressed her bound body. It felt so good, she thought as he continued caressing her, slowly filling her body with lust. It was like being rocked on a gentle wave of pleasure which grew slowly, so slowly. His voice broke into her reverie, asking her what these were while his fingers circled her nipple. "My slutty tits," she said, knowing what he wanted to hear, what she wanted to say. He moved to caress her lips, sliding his finger into her mouth where she sucked on it, and asked her what this was again. "My slutty mouth," she gasped around his fingers, his magic fingers moving toward down her body to caress her slit. "My slutty cunt," she said before he could ask her, thrilling in the words and the sensations coursing through her teenaged body. "What is this?" he asked one more time, his finger sliding down below her cunt to press against her anus, making her lift her ass from the bed. He watched her pause, not knowing what he was thinking touching her there. She had knew men had sex with women in the ass, but had never thought about it until his finger found its way to touch her anus, the thought of such a crude act thrilling her. She answered, pushing her ass against his fingers, stimulating her colon, "My slutty ass." "And are you my slut?" he whispered close to her ear. "Yessss," she hissed as he slid his finger across her hard clit, "I'm your slut, I'm your fuck slut." "And what do you like and where do you like it?" "Cock," she said, arching her cunt into his rubbing hand, "Cock. I love hard cock in my slutty mouth and in my slutty cunt and in my slutty ass." She moaned as a small orgasm washed over her with the words. So good, she thought, so good. He was satisfied. He moved away from her for a second and picked an eight inch vibrator from the floor, and, switching it on, touched it lightly against her clit, making her moan in pleasure. He held it there for a moment, watching as another small orgasm washed through her body, wondering at the recuperative powers of young cunt, before sliding deep inside her belly, bringing forth more moans and gasps from those sultry lips. He then picked up a butt plug, thin at the tip and thicker at the base, with a groove which would fit the sphincter, holding it in. He lubed it up well and used his hand to lift her ass from the bed before sliding it slowly into her bowels, watching as her lips parted into an O, a soft "Aaaaa" coming from her. The vibrator in her cunt seemed to vibrate pleasure through her whole body, making her writhe slowly in her bonds. When he lifted her ass and pressed something against her anus she clenched, and then relaxed as it began to slide slowly in, stretching her ass wider and wider as more and more of it entered her virgin ass. It felt so different, so wild, like her whole groin was stuffed full. It put pressure in places she never knew existed, intensifying the sensations coursing through her body from the vibrator. He loved the way she twisted slowly on the bed, her cunt drooling a huge wet spot on the sheets as he toyed with her. He picked up a bottle of Chinese arthritis liquid with one hand and gently spread her labia with the other. He poured a bit onto her clit, watching as it dripped down her slit before sliding the vibrator out and soaking it with the liquid, spilling it onto the bed, before sliding it back deep into her cunt. He began to rub her pussy and clit as garbled sounds began to issue from her throat, loud "Ooooooh"s and "Aaaaaah"s as the liquid began to burn hot and cold against her tenderest flesh at the same time. "Oh god," she gasped as horrible yet ecstatic sensations raced through her cunt, "wha...what did you do," she gasped out, and was ignored. All the sensations around her cunt seemed to have heightened to an unbearable level, the pleasure incredible, but it burned there, steady, neither abating nor strengthening, and she grunted in frustration, jerking her cunt against his working fingers, trying to get off. She had been so close, so close, and now everything was intensified, yet her orgasm had slipped beyond her reach. He smiled as she grunted in frustration, knowing what she was feeling, knowing that every nerve in her cunt was tingling, every touch was the fire of pleasure racing through her body, but knowing that the sensations would have to be unbearable, beyond unbearable, before her soaked nerves would allow her orgasm. He grinned down at her humping body, loving the way her tits slid around on her small chest, and reached down and picked up two large, fat rubber bands. "Please," she was begging, "please make it stop," the tingling, burning sensations in her cunt driving her mad--it was horrible, and she wanted it to stop, yet it was wonderful and she wanted to get more intense, so intense she would come and come and never stop. She writhed around on the bed, begging him to get her off, to fuck her or eat her or anything to relieve the feelings in her cunt. She didn't notice what he was doing to her tits until the first rubberband closed over the base of one of them, making it throb as blood pounded through it, her nipple's sensitivity skyrocketing as it seemed like it was trying to burst. She moaned in frustrated lust as he ran his fingers gently over it, making her shudder and moan with pleasure, her cunt a burning hole humming with the force of the vibrator. Both her tits looked even more gorgeous jutting out like they did, he thought as he rolled her ice cube between his fingers, holding it above her writhing stomach until a cold drop dripped onto her belly, making her gasp and stammer, "Cooold." He touched the cube to her body and circled it around her stomach, making her young, firm body tremble. He teased her with it, running it over her stomach while he bent down and took her engorged nipple between his lips, lightly sucking on it, making her shiver and gasp. He sucked harder, running the flat of his tongue of her hard nub while running the ice along the underside of her breast. He suddenly switched the ice and his mouth, making her arch and yell "Noo! Aaaaahhh!", trying to twist her nipple away from the cold ice. He played with both of her breasts that way, with his mouth and then the ice and then his mouth again, watching as her body began to shake uncontrollably, moans and soft cries flowing continuously from her teenaged lips, her hips bucking lewdly against the air as the vibrator kept her cunt stoked, the arthritis liquid keeping her on a boil, not letting her achieve the orgasm she so desperately desired. It was too much--the ice and his mouth and bands around her its and the plug filling her ass and the vibrator jolting her cunt and the liquid burning and cooling--she felt like her whole body was going to explode, her whole body burning and tingling hotter and harder with each moment. Pain bit into her nipples as he closed clothespins over them, the pain subsumed and adding to the unbearable sensations rocking her young flesh. Suddenly the vibrator was yanked from her cunt, and her breath stopped, the motion putting her body on the edge of a tremendous orgasm, so close to breaking through the dulling, intensifying sensations of the liquid. And then she screamed low and deep as something freezing was jammed into her cunt and sawed in and out, shocking her body into a stupor. Everything she had felt seemed to double everywhere except her pussy, which was a hole of sucking cold. She felt his lips touch her clit as he sawed the cold in and out of her cunt, twisting it inside her, and then he sucked hard, his tongue and teeth rasping against the small bud. Her world exploded in lightning and her body bucked uncontrollably against the bonds. She was a twisting, writhing, jerking, quaking, bucking piece of meat as she came, heaven pouring through her body, inflaming every nerve, shaking every limb, and it seemed to go on and on and on and on.... He sucked harder on her clit as he felt her explode beneath him, twisting the popsicle deep in her cunt. He kept sucking and she kept coming and minutes later her ass collapsed into a pool of sweat and come soaking the sheets. He sucked one more time and raised his head, pulling the half- melted popsicle from her snatch and putting it in a bowl beside the bed. He pulled the blindfold from her eyes and saw they were closed. He shook her slightly, surprised to see her unconscious--she had blown her lights out coming. He shook her harder until she began to moan softly and he shook his head as he untied her--teenaged pussy, he thought again. She moaned weakly as he helped her to her feet, her body throbbing with pleasure, her cunt and tits and ass all centers of delicious feelings. She could feel her cunt juice run down the insides of her legs as she stood, tottering on unsteady legs, hunched over like an old woman, her young body throbbing with sensuous pleasure. She straightened as he helped her to the bathroom and into the tub, filling it full with warm water, his hands washing her, making her drowsy, until she slipped into a pleasurable dream. He finished washing her and lifted her out of the tub, not bothering to dry her, her hair hanging wet from her head. He laid her on the bed and handcuffed her hands in front of her before seeing to his tapes. He watched them as she slept, slowly stroking his cock, marveling at her resilience and her ability to come. He knew it wouldn't be long before she could come on command, and he looked forward to that day. She was already a good little slut--all she needed was some training. He wished he could keep her with him always--it would be nice to have a teenaged fuck toy to do with as he liked. He woke her an hour later ready to put her through her paces again, and ready to relieve his throbbing cock on her helpless body. "Wake up, wake up" she heard through a haze of sleep, and stretched out her arms, noticing them bound together, feeling contented and relaxed. She wished she could stay with him forever--she would do anything for him, let him do anything to her, just so he could pleasure her hungry, slutty body. Oh god it felt so good to be lying here on fresh sheets in his bed. Maybe he'll fuck me now, she thought, thinking how nice a slow, leisurely fuck would be. "Good girl," he said as she smiled up at him. "I'm going to teach you something now." "What?" she choked out, her voice rough from all the moaning and crying out she had done. She smiled at him again as he took her bound wrists and pulled them down to her crotch. She automatically spread her legs as he began rubbing her cunt, luxuriating in the pleasure of it all. "Now you do it," he said, taking his hands and fingers away, leaving hers there. She stared at him, not knowing what to do, confused. She had never touched herself there, thought it was dirty, nasty--but she had thought a lot of things were dirty and nasty before. She looked to her side as he pointed, and saw a view of her on the monitor from the end of the bed, her bound hands against her cunt, her legs spread apart and bent at the knees., her breasts rising above her arms in huge mounds. She moved her fingers and gasped at the sight and the sensations. "Keep your legs spread," he commanded as she began to close them--he wanted her to perform, not just pleasure herself. "Now use the fingers on one hand to pull your cunt open," he said, reaching in to show her how when she looked at him questioningly. "Good, good little slut. Look at your clitty on tv there" he used his remote control to zoom in, "it wants to be played with. Play with your clitty, Annie, play with it." He watched as she touched it, moaning as she began to pleasure herself, watching herself on the television monitor as she began to rub the little bud harder and harder. "Mmmmm. Ooooh. Aaaahh." she began to moan, bending and unbending her knees, squeezing her breasts together with her arms as she rubbed her cunt, the sight of it mesmerizing in is depravity. She held her cunt open so she could see it, loving the feel of her fingers against her soft flesh, inserting her forefinger as far as she could into her box, arching her back as she moaned in pleasure. She began writhing on the sheets, loving the way her body looked on the monitor, loving the way her flesh moved, the way her muscles flexed, the way she moaned and twisted. She was putting on a show for herself, a show with her aching, burning, lusting cunt at the center. He watched her grow more and more excited, her fingers running faster and faster in and out and over her cunt, every once in a while sliding up to twist one of her nipples. What a show, he thought, and knew that was what she was doing, what he wanted her to do. He waited, watching and slowly stroking his cock as she brought herself closer and closer to orgasm, waiting and grabbing her hands in his and tearing them away from her body, flipping her over onto her stomach and pulling her hands between her legs, forcing her onto her knees, her ass raised high, her face turned hard against the bedsheets. He quickly dipped his hand into the lube and, still holding her by her handcuffed hands, slid two fingers into her upturned asshole, making her moan and squirm. Her ass sucked violently as his fingers as her jammed them in and out of her ass before pulling them loose and, losing control, pressed his hard cock at the tiny opening. "Aaaahhgg" she cried as he pulled his fingers from her virgin ass, knowing what was coming, her body yearning for fingers at her cunt, wishing he was going to fuck that. Then his cock pressed against her asshole, and pain exploded in her gut as it began to slide into her defenseless ass, his hand digging into her hips as he held her still. She screamed and bucked, trying to dislodge him, the pain struggling with her still burning cunt for supremacy. It hurt, it felt good, it hurt. She couldn't take it, begging him to stop, but he just slapped her ass with one hand, his teeth clenched in his own pain and pleasure as he forced his cock past her anus, each slap on her ass making her anus unclench so he could slip a bit more of his cock inside her. "How's that feel, slut," he spat as she howled again, his cock sinking its final inch into her stretched ass. He slid his swollen cock back, then rammed it forward, not caring about how she felt, just using the tightest hole he had ever had mercilessly, brutally, calling her a fuck-toy, a fuck- slut, with each stroke. She screamed with every inward thrust, pain tearing through her guts to merge with a crazy fluttering in her stomach. His words pierced her brain as she trembled on the end of his cock--fuck slut, fuck toy, that was what she was, and as he grabbed her hair and pulled her to him, still impaling her on his cock, she moaned, her fingers reaching for her cunt and her clitty. He kissed her brutally, twisting her head back to him and mashing her lips hard, his tongue churning inside her mouth as his cock churned inside her ass. He gripped her breasts hard, squeezing them until the flesh stood out white between his fingers and used them to fuck her ass, lifting her from the bed with each upward thrust. He knew he had her, knew she was completely his, when he saw her hands moving near her cunt, playing with herself, moans and small choked cries coming from her lips imprisoned by his own. Oh god she thought wildly as her orgasm crashed through her, her fingers digging into her cuntmeat as she shuddered with his cock in her ass--it was so good, so different and dirty and good up her ass, the pain adding to it, a demonstration that she was his, his to use and fuck and punish and pleasure. She came again as she felt his cock pulse in her ass and felt him moan into her mouth. Yes, she thought, yes, come, come inside me, let my body pleasure you. He pushed her back down on the bed and yanked his cock from her ass with a popping sound, enjoying her small cry when it left her bowels. It was covered with lube and come and brown streaks of shit, so he turned her onto her back and dragged her to the side of the bed until her head hung over the edge. "Lick it clean," he ordered, and smiled when she moved to obey, lifting her head to clean his balls first, then cleaning his shaft as he ran it across her lips. She loved the taste and the smell of his come and lube and shit covered cock--she was pleasing him by being such a slut and she loved it, loved the way he was able to make her feel. She sucked on his cock when it softened, her eyes closed, her hands still playing with her dripping cunt, until he began to grow hard again, her body responding to his hardening cock with slight squirming motions, her body unconsciously begging to be fucked again. He let her suck on his hard cock for a while, her body writhing erotically on the bed as she played with her cunt, before gripping her head in his hands and pushing his cock against the back of her throat. She gagged, so he pulled back and began stroking her throat, watching as she swallowed convulsively. He pushed his cock to the back of her throat again, and kept pushing and rubbing her throat until he felt her swallow and take his cock into her gullet. He gasped as he watched his cock slide deeper into her throat, making it bulge with its size, until her nose was nestled against the underside of his balls. She squirmed on the bed, her hands convulsively grasping her cunt as she came when his cock slipped into her throat, her oxygen cut off as he slid deeper into her, prolonging her oxygen. Suddenly she sucked in air through her nose, and came again, her teenaged body twisting on the bed as he began to fuck her face, sliding his cock back and forth in her throat, each inward stroke smashing her soft lips against his pelvis, his balls slapping against her nose. She sucked in the absolute scent of his masculinity and came again, completely dominated, completely his. He fucked her steadily in the throat for ten minutes, watching her writhe on the bed as she masturbated herself to orgasm after orgasm, her throat spasming with tiny cries and moans as she cam over and over. When he came he came deep in her throat, watching his cock pulse through her neck, watching her throat spasm as she tried to swallow, coming again as her fingers dug deep into her cuntmeat. He slipped his cock slowly from her throat and sat down, satiated for the moment, while she lay there on the bed, limp, her young teenaged body used and exhausted. She had never been so tired as she was now when he uncuffed her and led her back to the bathtub, this time leaving her to shower. Her whole body tingled with pleasure and was heavy with exhaustion. When she finally came out of the bathroom she found him in the living room, sitting on the couch holding her clothes. He smiled at her when she walked naked into the living room looking like a teenaged venus. He handed her her clothes and, while she was putting them on, began to explain his rules for her. "Annie," he began, "you will come over here next Sunday at the same time," she nodded, "but there are a few things I want you to do between now and then." She looked up at him while she stepped into her cutoffs, questioning. "First, from now on the outfit you are wearing will be called your slut clothes. You understand?" "My slut clothes," she repeated nodding as she shimmied into her cutoffs and reached for her top, liking the sound of it. "Whenever I tell you to wear your slut clothes you will put those cutoffs on, without panties, and that shirt on, without a bra, understand?" She smiled and said, "Yes, Mr. Thomson." She put her arms over her head and spun around, flashing her gorgeous body at me as she slid into her half-shirt, a wicked grin on her face. "Second, you will practice deep throating. Take this dildo home and practice on it," he said as he handed her a nine inch dildo, veined and thick, her hand small and white as she gripped it. "Here, take it home in this bag." She was relieved when he gave her the bag--she didn't want everyone to see her carrying this massive fake cock. She eyed it dubiously, though, doubting that she could ever take it down her throat, before realizing that Mr. Thomson's cock wasn't all that much smaller, and she had taken him down her throat. "Yes Mr. Thomson," she nodded. "Third," he continued, "you will not masturbate without my permission. Do you understand?" "Yes Mr. Thomson," she replied again, instantly frustrated. She hadn't thought she would masturbate except for him, but now that she couldn't she wished she could, but it was sexy too, him having that control over her, complete control over her orgasms. "Fourth, I want you to shave your cunt. Yes, shave it all off," he said as she glanced down at her groin, a doubtful look on her face. "Yes Mr. Thomson." She had never thought about shaving down there before. It seemed like such a strange request. "Last, I want you to call me every evening at 9:30, before you go to bed. I will give you instructions which I expect you to follow to the letter. Maybe I'll even let you come," he smiled, and she smiled back at him. "Bye Annie. I'll see you here next Sunday, and tomorrow in class." "Yes Mr. Thomson. Bye," she said as she twirled and let herself out of his apartment. He leaned back; this was going just perfectly, perfectly.