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 A New Slave part 2 (Mf oral nc?  reluc?) by Foxbat
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   A New Slave part 2



   Olaf tried his best to keep his mind on his patron's business, but his
mind was elsewhere, namely on the new slavegirl he had acquired.  It was
like the holidays in his land, he thought, feeling anticipation he had not
felt in years over what was to come.

   The other men who worked for the patron were all natives of this place,
and some looked down on him for being an outsider.  When he was first
brought here, Olaf had strove to be accepted as one of them, and he had
largely succeeded.  He could not completely deny his heritage, however, and
had come to discover the benefits of being considered a barbarian in this
very formal culture.

   By retaining his accent, and pretending he was still unfamiliar, he
could ask questions and obtain information which no native ever would or
could.  Others did not fault him the way they would themselves; it simply
reinforced their stereotype.  Olaf's patron was one of the few shrewd
enough to see the value in this, and had promoted him rapidly.  Olaf had
even taken the word for Savage in their language as his last name.

   One or two of the other retainers with whom Olaf had come to be friends
came by, their slaves in tow as custom dictated.  Olaf looked at the young
girls, walking demurely behind their masters, head bowed slightly, stark
naked except for some decorative jewelry.  Having a slave was a status
symbol in addition to the obvious benefits, and Olaf looked forward to the
time soon when his slave would be trained well enough to accompany him.

   At the end of the afternoon, Olaf left, crossing the grand capital city,
marveling again at the accomplishments of this people.  Arriving back in
his apartment, he removed his cloak, and helped himself to a brief supper
before taking a deep breath and opening the door to the slave room.  There
on the floor, much as he had left her, was his new slave.

   She was naked save for the bonds, which consisted of cuffs and a leather
face harness - a piece of leather in the shape of an inverted Y which went
down between her eyes, to split at the bridge of her nose.  Connecting the
ends of the Y was an additional strap which held a bright red ball firmly
in her mouth as it continued around behind her head to join the other end
of the Y.  An additional strap under her chin held her mouth down on the
ball.

   The black of the leather and the red of the ball contrasted beautifully
with her pale skin, Olaf thought, as he watched her chest move as she
slept. Without waking her, Olaf walked to a panel in the wall which opened.
He selected a whip (a slave-warming gift from one of his friends) which
much resembled a riding crop.

   This was the part he did not like.  Aiming carefully, Olaf brought the
whip down sharply over the exposed breast of the sleeping girl.  Her eyes
flew open as she shrieked into the gag, and jolted upright.  Her bonds
inhibited her attempt to scramble away from Olaf.  Reaching out and
grabbing her by the hair, he moved his face so it was only inches away from
hers.  She had to know that he was her master.

   "This is the first and last time I will talk to you in our language.  I
am your master, and you will do what I say, always, and without hesitation.
The first thing I order of you is to learn the language of this place.  I
don't expect instant success, but failure will be punished.  I am not a
cruel man, and I don't enjoy hurting you, but both you and I are bound now
by the rules of this land, and I will follow them, as will you.  In time,
you will come to realize that following the rules has its own rewards."

   Olaf released her head, but continued to stare into her fear-filled big
blue eyes.  Speaking in his new language, Olaf told her to be silent, and
made the universal gesture by placing his finger over her lips.  Pulling
her head towards him, he then began to remove the harness.

   When her head was free, the language lesson commenced.  First on the
agenda was body parts, as he pointed and spoke.  Only a few lashes were
needed before she caught on and started trying to repeat.  After mastering
the important parts, he locked her cuffs and they covered the proper
positions for a slave, including kneeling with legs apart and hands clasped
behind the back, and standing staring at the ground.

   After an hour or two of standing up, kneeling, and touching various body
parts, Olaf decided that the lesson for the night was concluded.  She had
been very quick at picking up the words, and had made no attempt to say
anything other than repeating what he had instructed her.  He could tell
from the look of abject fear in her eyes whenever he lashed her that the
slave traders had made no attempt to spare the whip - she was not broken,
but most of the fight was out of her.

   Olaf decided that she had been well enough behaved to not need an O-gag
for the next lesson.  Removing his tunic, he approached her.  Gnashing his
teeth and then holding his crotch, he motioned to her with his knife that
he would cut off a nipple if she decided to try anything.  She shrunk back
from the knife, nodding vigorously in fear.

   Placing the knife on the shelf with the whip, Olaf approached her.  She
was kneeling in the proper position, eyes downcast.  Olaf was in that
intermediate state, somewhere less than hard, and somewhat more than soft,
as he moved closer, so that his cock was less than an inch away from her
face.

   Olaf placed his hands on the girl's head as he watched her tongue snake
out to touch his cock.  She licked slowly up the length of it, as he
shuddered, feeling himself hardening.  After a few more licks, she used her
tongue to pull the tip into her mouth.  Swirling her tongue over it, she
rocked back and forth gently, helping him to get fully erect.

   When she judged that he was ready, she fluidly moved forward, deep
throating the entire length of his cock in one smooth motion.  Olaf knew
such things were possible, but never in a million years would he have
expected this from his first use of his slave.

   Working like a pro, the girl pulled back until only the tip was in her
mouth, angling her head so that his cock pressed into her cheek.  Olaf felt
his knees go weak as the incredible sensations coming from his penis took
over his consciousness.  He had never been very big on oral sex, but this
was ungodly good.  Part of his mind wondered where this girl has learned
how to do this.

   Releasing his cock from her mouth, she tongued his balls for a moment,
causing Olaf to suck in his breath, before she sucked a ball into her
mouth. Letting her tongue dance over it, she let go before capturing the
other ball.  Olaf was in heaven, as she went back to his cock.  Unable to
control himself, he thrust himself into her face, feeling his cum building
up.  Unfazed, she again took his entire length in her throat, tickling his
balls with her tongue as he bottomed out.

   When Olaf came, grunting and huffing, she swallowed his come without
hesitation, and very gently swirled his now deflating penis in her mouth to
remove the last drops of cum.  When he finally pulled out, she beamed up at
him with an unabashed look of accomplishment.

   And not without good reason, Olaf decided, still stunned by the feat he
had just experienced.  That had been better than some of the sex he had in
his life.

   He patted her on the head, to show his appreciation, as she smiled. 
Drawing her to her feet, Olaf ran his hands over her fine body, finding her
crotch moist, if not dripping wet.  Pressing his fingers into her folds, he
felt her snuggle against him, as he massaged her labia.  His cock twitched
in anticipation, slowly coming to life again.

   Scooping her up, he carried her into his bedroom, laying her gently on
the futon where he slept.  For the first time, knowing that he probably
shouldn't, he kissed her.  Her mouth was active, as their tongues fought
for control.  The kiss broke with them both panting, as Olaf maneuvered
into position.  He could not wait to have sex any longer.

   Just as his cock touched her pussy, Olaf felt the girl go entirely
rigid, her legs trying to close and keep him out.  Puzzled, Olaf watched
her face.  Her eyes were screwed shut with a look of terror.  She tried to
slide down to blow him again.

   Olaf was torn - she clearly did not want to have sex for whatever
reason, and her lips were talented enough.  But that was not how things
worked here.  Not matter what the circumstances, a slave who would not have
sex would get them both in trouble sooner or later.

   Dragging her back up the bed, Olaf easily over powered her, forcing her
legs apart.  She had not gone completely dry, but was not as wet as she was
before, Olaf observed as he rubbed his penis against her pussy in
preparation for penetration.  As he pushed inwards, she shook her head
violently, trying even harder to squirm away and close her legs.  She was
incredibly tight, and Olaf had to try several times before he was properly
aligned.

   He pushed, and felt the head of his cock go in slightly, before hitting
resistance.  Suddenly, it dawned on him why she was such a good cocksucker
and so resistant to actual sex.  She was a virgin.

   Taking a moment to appreciate this, he bent down and kissed the
struggling girl on the forehead.  Taking a deep breath, he thrust forward
though the resistance, and into her vagina as she yelped in pain and
defeat. He paused, buried entirely inside her, as she ceased her struggles.
Olaf could feel her around him, squeezing him almost painfully.  He could
feel her pulse, and was acutely aware of every sensation on every square
inch of his cock.  This was unlike anything he had ever experienced before.
The pain was finally starting to ebb as he studied the slave girl pinned
under him.  Her face was still creased in pain, tears still welling from
the corners of her eyes, but she lay still.  He slowly began to withdraw
his penis, trying to be tender, until only the head remained inside.  He
was amazed at the tightness as he slowly invaded her for the second time,
feeling with heightened sensitivity every millimeter of his manhood
disappear inside her.

   As he fucked her slowly, Olaf lost himself in the sensations emanating
from his groin.  Things were moving more easily now, although she had not
lost the super tightness which was driving him nuts.  It was a good thing,
he thought, that he had come once already, or he would be spraying into her
right now.

   Picking up the pace a little, he was so immersed in himself that he did
not notice her grimace lightened, as her body adjusted to the intruder and
began to lubricate their copulation again.  It was still not entirely
enjoyable, but the worst was past.

   Olaf could feel her shifting under him, as he moved to change the angle
of penetration.  The increased friction was too much, and 3 strokes later,
he felt himself erupt suddenly into her vagina, as he grasped the mattress
and grunted.  Sliding back and forth in her overly lubricated pussy, Olaf
let the aftershocks of orgasm roll through him.  Pulling out, he lay next
to the girl, turning her so that they were spooning.  Olaf played absently
with her breasts, as he enjoyed true post orgasmic bliss.  This owning a
slave business was definitely worth the added cost, he concluded.

   After drifting in and out of semi-sleep for a while, Olaf finally got
up. Taking her hand, he pulled the sleepy girl from the bed as well,
leading her into the tiny bathroom, where he showed her where the
washcloths were, and how to properly soak one in hot water.  He then
carefully cleaned the blood and cum from her crotch, before cleaning off
his own organ.  Dropping the used cloth into the disposal, he guided her
back to bed.



   continuation possible.

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   This has turned out to be a surprisingly good and surprisingly writeable
fantasy...  perhaps more will be forthcoming.

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