He knew what the answer would be even before she spoke it. Her eyes told him with their look of resigned hope. Her posture nearly screamed, "I'm afraid to stay, but I'm more afraid to go." But most of all her pussy told him, still swollen, red, and open, still dripping, still filling the cave with her scent. Nonetheless, as her beautiful, musical, stammering voice reached his ears, a huge grin spread over his face, one that made her quiver with dreadful anticipation. Again she had the impression that she was looking at two different men in the same body.

There was a kind, comforting, almost childlike joy in that smile, in the way the corners of his mouth curved upwards, in the way his eyes twinkled in the firelight. But the same firelight gave a ruddy cast to his sharp predator's teeth, as if they were meant to gleam with his victim's blood. And the slant of his brows, the line of his nose, these seemed to belong on a shark, or a wolverine, something fierce, ravenous, and without remorse. She shivered as that face held hers, shivered even as the liquid warmth in her belly spread.

"Yes, you do. And the first thing you will learn is how to address me properly. You will call me Sir. Is that clear?"

"Yes...Sir."

"Good. Now then," he said, reaching out to tweak a hard, distended nipple, pulling and rolling it between his fingers, "stand up."

"S-stand?," she replied in a quaky, stammering voice. Her hesitancy now was not out of disobedience, but sheer bedazzlement, and the fresh wave of pleasure caused by the pressure on her nipple. Nonetheless...

"You heard me. And say 'Yes, Sir.'" He tugged upward on the nipple still between his fingers, giving a sharp squeeze to it while doing so, lifting her breast, forcing her to rise to her unsteady feet.

"Yes, Sir." He released her nipple, leaving her to stand alone. She unconsciously took half a step back, hands drifting to cover herself.

Which, coincidentally, suited his present plan perfectly. Giving a playfully stinging slap to a firm, round breast, he commanded, "Turn around, face the cave wall, and lean against it with one hand."

"L-like this, Sir?," she asked, uncertainly taking the position of a suspect in a cop show.

"Very good, Jenna." Stepping up behind her to squeeze a firm, white moon, he added, "Now play with yourself, but just with one hand. Use the other to lean against the wall."

She looked over her shoulder at him. "You want me to ...?" Again she couldn't believe what he was asking her -no, commanding her- to do. She had certainly masturbated before, even had others masturbate her once or twice, through clothing. But she had never done it like this, in front of someone, naked, helpless. Could she?

*SLAP* Growing impatient with her, he delivered a stinging slap to her ass, making her white moon red. Shocked out of her thoughts, she yelped. And her confusion grew as part of her brain realized that the slap increased the wet-warm feeling in her belly.

"Understand this, cavewench, you don't have a choice anymore. I want you to make yourself cum for me. I want to see what you can do."

In her daze she almost believed he had read her mind. With a resigned, and somehow relieved, air, she leaned against the cave wall, bending over slightly and supporting her weight with her left hand. Fitfully, she brought her right hand up to her body. She could do this. Despite her fear, despite or perhaps because of him, she could do this. She could feel the surreal pressure in her belly, the heavy swollenness between her legs. And though she couldn't quite admit it to herself yet, she wanted to do this, needed to do this.

She started with her breasts. They felt heavier than usual, fuller. She stroked her fingers along the smooth round undersides. Her fingertips played over the extra- sensitive skin. She took a nipple between her fingers, the one he hadn't tweaked, and pulled on it gently. She let her fingernail scrape lightly over the very tip. She squeezed it a little, and trembled a little at the pressure. Then she squeezed the entire tit, fingers kneading her own flesh. Hungry for more, she moved her her hand across her chest and began to tease and knead the achy mound. A small part of her mind realized that she was once again in that strange detached state. A different part of her was in control, and a growing part of her thrilled at it.

With an eagerness that would later surprise her, she snaked her hand down her belly. She ran her fingers through the tangle of ginger curls covering her moist, pink, puffiness, the hairs tickling the back of her hand. Her spread fingers passed to either side of her full, open netherlips, her middle finger gliding over her slit. She brought her hand back up over mer mound, fingers pressing her tender flesh. Back and forth she rubbed herself, slowly at first, fingers pressing harder with each pass, her middle finger delving deeper and deeper between her lips. At the first stroke to her clit she gasped and moaned, and leaned more heavily against the cave wall, hips thrust out behind her.

He watched her with equal parts triumph, arousal, joy, and fascination. She continued to stroke herself, and he heard her moan, saw her breathing get shallower and faster, saw her hips move in tiny twitchy circles. He was still stroking her her ass, and yet she had become almost oblivious to his presence as she neared orgasm. She would be there any minute now..., he thought. He stepped squarely behind her, cock in hand, and lined himself up directly with her open lips. he placed a hand on her hip.

Her focus was entirely on her pussy as the pressure built inside and her then broke. Her body spasmed, the orgasm radiating outward from her belly, then she screamed an instant later when a searing pain ripped through her as he thrust himself inside to the balls in one smooth stroke.

Pale fingers raked down the rough stone and caught again to steady her. She was curled over with the pain of his deep and unexpected entry. Something within her had torn. She was sure of it. His stab of filling pain took her breath for a long moment, making her stomach suck in and tightening her grip around him. Her recovery was halting. She panted in her breathing and simultaneous sobbing as she was pushed by his force. Her fingers twitched between her lips, pulsing over her clit to deliver the last few spasms and the cycle kept repeating. Her muscles gripped and increased her pain then subsided for her to feel the pleasure of it all again only to quicken her muscles so she was seized by the torturous tightening. It faded slowly, as an echo, lasting long seconds but in her fogged mind it felt like forever ago that she was pierced by his hardness, pried open by him without mercy.

He stood behind her, hands gripped on her hips. He kept himself firmly buried in her wetness and relished the feel of her tightness grasping and releasing him. She had tossed her head back and cried out when he thrust deeply in. She curled and squeezed at him as her fingertips continued their last maddening twitches to her clit. He remained in her and held her ass in place against him as she gasped for breath. When the panting started to even out, her head dropped. The motion sent her hips back against him and in her surprise she gripped at her own tummy, feeling as though he would burst from her. Her hand on the wall flexed, white knuckled.

Patiently he waited for her to settle in this position, to relax. Only her own muscles worked her, as yet. He heard her gasp out some plea but it was too weak to discern. He grinned and tightened his fingers into her hips. Yes, little one, he thought. Get comfortable... relax. She dared not look over her shoulder at him. She dared not move, for even the smallest motion made his presence deep inside her ache again. She lost focus and closed her eyes tightly. Now in the blackness there was only her body, his punishing hands on her hips and his hard length inside her.

She sucked in a gasping breath as he withdrew. It was as if he was sucking the air from her as he slid partially out of her until only his tip was gripped by her tender opening. He looked down at his shadow across her alabaster cheeks. They were spread so he could see her tiny wrinkled hole and beneath that, his shaft still poised just inside her. He watched himself slowly disappear into her lips again. The pleasure of her tightness was sweet enough but beyond that he heard her exhale a moan. He seemed to force air and her will from her. He proceeded with painstaking slowness on this second entry. They both felt the tighter ring inside her which he'd broken with his first deep thrust. She felt it as pain though, where for him it was sheer pleasure to have his head pop through the small tear again until he tapped her depth.

He followed more quickly with the third withdrawal and reentry. Then more swiftly until there was no counting but he watched himself glide from her soft folds, glistening with her wetness, then thrilled to see his member buried in her again til his hips pressed her cheeks. She had drawn her arms in around herself and bent lower. His hands gripping her hips were enough to steady her. She was weeping and moaning with his rhythm. He felt her hips and thighs shudder as he passed in and out of her.

Her body was reacting again without her consent. The deep burning swirled inside. It was fueled and quelled by his thrusts in and out of her. His focus was shifting as well. He leaned over and put his own hand out to the wall to balance them both as the other arm wrapped around her waist. His strokes became shorter and quicker, more urgent. His swelling tightened her grip on him. His arm around her waist aided in that as well. She thought she might faint. Her head hung forward, hair draped over. Her arms crossed over his to hang on, to ride out his now fevered thrusting. Deep inside his strokes had become thrilling but at the crest was a painful stab at the depth of her, causing a little cry to escape each time.

The thrusts and her own voice came ever faster. Finally she sucked in a deep breath and held it. His hard thick shaft inside sent a wave up through her that was harsh yet warm and feeding whatever it was that threatened to consume her completely. When she thought she could take no more, something within her boiled over. His hot breath panted across her back. She shuddered all over, shaking within his grip and around his buried cock. Her muscles grasped at him forcefully and pushed him over the edge as well. Nathan groaned aloud as Jenna's voice cried out in a throaty mournful wail.

Never had such a powerful wave washed through her. She jerked with the crest and fall of it. She sucked at him and felt his hot issue flow deep inside her. His hips shook them both as he racked with his own glorious release. He unlocked his arm that was extended to the wall and drew it around her too, letting his hand cup her breast, kneading it as his last drops were sucked deeply into her. Even as he felt himself grow soft, he felt her going weak. Her knees started to buckle and he held tight to her. She relaxed forward, arms slipping to hang down loosely. She was conscious but only partially. With reluctance, he drew back from her. The firelight glimmered on the moisture dripping from the soft pink lips and warm entrance he'd so thoroughly taken.

He guided her to the sleeping bag and she fairly collapsed onto it. She looked up with half-lidded eyes and firelight glistened on streaks of tears. Her hands rested over her tummy as she watched him lay along side her. Nathan leaned over and kissed her gently on the lips though she had no energy for a response. He then pressed a lingering kiss to her forehead. "Sleep, little one." he said. Jenna closed her eyes at this, pushing one last tear to slip slowly down the side of her face. He suspected she'd be tender after a stiffening sleep. In fact, she may need care for the fit was more than he had anticipated too. For now though, she could sleep and he would sleep. He was sated and felt this first night of her training had gone well.

Gloriously warm sunlight streamed into the cave the next morning. Tucked in near the back as they were, Jenna and Nathan did not wake with first light, but were slowly roused by increasing light and warmth, the twittering, chirping songs of the forest birds, and by the sweet, clean smell of the woods after a night's rain.

Nathan rose first. He felt a little stiff, in a couple of different ways. A quick trip to some trees near the cave mouth took care of one the ways, but only partially. As for the other, he'd limber up as the day went on. Stretching, he glanced over at Jenna. She was still sleeping. Poor thing, he thought, smiling, she had a rough night. He'd been pleased with the way she had taken the breaking-in, and felt a reward was in order. He went to kneel beside her, and peeled back the light blanket.

"My beautiful slave," he whispered aloud. He eased her onto her back and gently parted her legs. He examined her carefully for signs that she had bled during the night and found none, and found no maroon stains on the sleeping bag beneath her. Good, he thought, no lacerations. She'll be tender, maybe even a little raw for a few days, but she'll be just fine. Spreading himself out on the blanket covering the cave floor, he slid his upper body between her thighs. Her thigh felt deliciously soft and he rubbed his cheek against it. He planted a soft kiss on her thigh, just above her knee. Letting his lips linger on her skin, he dragged his mouth along the soft flesh. The scent of the night's coupling lingered still about her thighs and it filled his nostrils as he nudged toward her center. His tongue tip marked a moist trail leading to her pussy. Arriving there, he moved to her other knee and began again.

Slowly coming out of an exhausted sleep, Jenna gradually became more and more aware of a tickling sensation about her legs. It was partially masked by a low-level ache from her sore, tender, rubbed-raw insides. Suddenly her back arched and her eyes flew open when she felt a hot, wetness touch her clit. She looked down her body and saw Nathan's head between her legs. He was licking gently at her abused pussy. Shock paralyzed her, shock at the sight of HIM doing what she hadn't even thought of asking a man to do to her, and also shock at the indescribable sensations. Her fingers clutched at the blanket and her head fell back as she accepted and gave in to his stroking. Her back arched involuntarily and she gave a loud moan when she felt his hot, moist lips begin to suck softly on her clit.

Nathan's eyes flickered upward when he felt her movements. Each new sensation, each realization, sent her face through a series of contortions. First open-mouthed surprise, which gave way to close-mouthed pleasure, which gave way to an 'O' of ecstasy. He smiled into her pussy, thinking, Priceless. In no time she was orgasming, aching pussy muscles stretching and contracting. He planted a final kiss on her clit, letting her spasms subside, and slowly pulled away from her. He lay down beside her and kissed her, his tongue spreading her own juices on her lips. This shocked her eyes open. Seeing this, he smiled at her and said, "Good morning, sleepyhead."

"Oh, God."

"No, not quite."

"Y-you...we...I..."

"Yes, those were the people involved." He was enjoying this.

"I thought I was going to die."

Still smiling, but more serious now. "No, my sweet, juicy slut, you are not going to die, at least not any more than you already did. What we do, what I do to you, may be painful, but I will not injure you. And if you obey me, you will discover pleasure you haven't even imagined."

"What you did...It hurt."

"I know that, and it won't be the last time. But tell me, how did like my tongue on your pussy?" Incredibly, she blushed. "It was wonderful...Sir," she remembered to add, "I-I...Thank you."

"You're welcome. You'll have a chance to show your gratitude."

"But, Sir, I'm...sore."

"Your cunt will be out of action for a little while to be sure, but that's no reason to stop your training. You are going to suck my cock and suck it well. Disappoint me and I'll spank your ass red. But don't worry, I'll teach you to please me. Now come over here."

She got up gingerly, her injured knee and abused cunt both stiff and sore. Knowing what he wanted, she lowered herself between his legs and placed her face next to his cock. She reached up to take it in her hand. Touching it made her shudder, for she remembered how it had nearly ripped her open the night before, but she did not hesitate. She began to stroke it, slowly, tentatively.

"No, no. I want your mouth, not your hand. I want you to run your lips all over it. Lick it slowly, like you want to paint it with your saliva. Run your tongue up and down the shaft, and around my balls, too. Next, slide your mouth over the head, and down the shaft, taking as much as of it into your mouth as you can. Then pull back until only the head is left in your mouth. Let your tongue swirl around it, back and forth. Then back down onto the shaft, slowly. Then back up, sucking on it as it leaves your mouth. Then you keep on going, licking and sucking, back and forth, up and down. When I tell you to suck harder, you suck harder. When I tell you to suck faster, you suck faster. Now please me, or be punished."

Still unsure, but almost desperate to please him, she did as she was told. Holding him in her hand, she began to lick the length of him. His nest of rough, curly hair tickled her chin, and his musky male scent pervaded each breath she took, but still she continued. She licked gently, almost reverently, fearful of angering him. She closed her eyes as she pleasured him, as she caressed him with her tongue and mouth, and in doing so allowed her new self to take over. Still not quite able to accept the change that was coming upon her, still not quite able to accept the totality of her situation, of what she was doing, of what she was being made to do, it was the only way she could let that growing part of her surface, because she could not yet admit that she wanted that as part of her.

And yet that part was becoming her. As she gave herself over to her hunger, her licking and sucking grew ever more enthusiastic. His cock and balls became the center of her attention. She luxuriated in his scent and her tongue explored the geography of his shaft, tracing each ridge and bump, and the hollow of his slit. Her fingers circled his hardness and lingered in the softness of his balls in their tight sac. She was even finding herself excited by the lewd, wet slurping coming from her own throat.

And so it was that she eagerly responded to his tugging, bringing her hips nearer to his face, hoping to feel his tongue on her pussy once more. Instead he rubbed his thumb along her slit, making her wriggle with delight, until it was coated with her juice. Her old self rose to the surface abruptly, however, eyes widening with alarm, when she felt that wide digit press at the entrance to her virgin ass.

Jenna took her mouth from him and shot a frightened look over her shoulder. She wondered at first if maybe he didn't mean to touch her there. But the reserved smile on his face and arched brow told her he planned more than a touch. She raised up and turned to kneel beside him, wincing as the quick movement reminded her sharply of the soreness within. She paled at the thought that he might take the same liberties with her ass. She didn't dare voice her whole plea, but she couldn't stop the subtle shaking of her head and a quiet, "Please, Sir…" Her eyes searched his face, looking for a response, looking for mercy.

Nathan sighed. He looked away from her. Jenna thought he must surely be angry, but then he put on a friendly smile as he turned his eyes back to her again. His hands reached out to hers as he nodded, "Come. Sit in my lap then." He sat on the sleeping bag with his legs crossed, indian fashion, expecting her to comply.

She hesitated, surprised he hadn't said more or demanded more. Carefully she started to turn to actually sit in his lap, but he gently kept her facing him. "No. This way. Straddle me, so I can see your beautiful face." He smiled softly and Jenna had to smile back with a blush. She held onto his shoulders and his arms supported her as she spread her thighs open to place her knees on either side of him. It took her breath away to stretch her aching muscles again, but once she rested on his thighs, she relaxed comfortably. It felt good to be in his warmth and in this softer way.

Nathan wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close to him, pressing her breasts and hard nipples against his chest. He tilted his head and kissed her neck, feeling it shiver through her. Yes, Jenna thought, this is what I want. He didn't have to be able to read her thoughts. He could read her body beneath his hands, with his mouth, against his own body. He whispered across her neck, "Nice to get what you want, isn't it?"

Jenna smiled through a sigh as again his mouth devoured her neck. She hissed a whispered and slurred "Yesssir…" The warmth was returning within her and while it helped for that, there was also the twitching of those muscles. It was pain and pleasure. The raw nerves were accentuating his effects on her but they also flexed tender soreness.

His hands slid down her back and rubbed her smooth cheeks. He scooted her ever closer to him, parting her legs further around him. She could feel the cool morning breeze drifting into the cave and cooling her growing moisture. She lay her cheek against his shoulder as his mouth took sucking kisses and gentle nibbles at her skin. Her arms were wrapped around his shoulders, fingers softly tracing along his strong back as she breathed in quiet gasps against his ear.

He knew she was melting to him, enjoying his attention. He wrapped one arm around her waist as the other hand continued to rub her soft ass. How easily his arms wrapped her. How comfortably his hand slid around her hip and fingers slipped beneath her to tease her clit and gently stroke her new soreness. How lovely to dip his fingers in the smooth silk of her juices.

His heartbeat had quickened when the thought occurred to him and now, ever closer, his pulse was faster. He whispered again across her ear. "Yes, little one... nice to get what you want." His wet fingers drew up between her spread cheeks and across her tight little hole.

It took a moment for this touch to register with Jenna for she was lost from his other caresses. "Hm?", was the only syllable she could think of.

Nathan grinned and let the tip of his middle finger circle her virginal opening. "…and...there are times when you will get what you need, whether you want it or not." His arm around her waist held her securely while his finger began to press at the constricted ring.

Jenna finally surfaced and raised her head. She tried to move, to arch away from Nathan but could only lean back far enough to see him looking at her. His eyes were nearly sparkling. His mouth was drawn into a lopsided grin to see the look of realization on her face. He was getting what he wanted. He would always get what he wanted, one way or another.

As Jenna's lips parted to protest, what came out was a short cry, for at that moment, Nathan pressed his fingertip to pop through her tightness, up to his first knuckle. He reveled in the expression of surprise and discomfort on her face. Though he knew in time, she would grow to love this. For now, it was new and yet another violation proving his ownership.

As soon as he felt her muscle relax around his finger, he pushed in further, then again further, until he was nearly lifting her with his hand, spreading her cheeks with his palm, his finger buried within her. Now Jenna was sniffling over his shoulder and muttering half cries. Her fingernails clawed into his back when he entered her, as if she was trying to claw through him to get away. He had her wrapped around him just as surely as he was wrapped around her. His cock was stiffened and pressing up against her tender wetness. So tempting to take her again. But, he thought, Better to let her mend first. For now, he had a new grasp of his toy. Each time his finger twitched inside her and flexed her tight hole, she sucked in a breath.

Something akin to "Please, Sir…" was being prayed across his ear as he let her settle on his thighs again. But slowly his finger slid in and out of her, never letting her tight sphincter rest, always meant for her to know exactly what he was doing. He would take her when, where and how he wanted. She would learn. For now she was trying to deal with this indignity and the teasing flinches of sore muscles deep inside her. She wouldn't yet admit to herself that if it weren't for the twinges of pain... she might be enjoying this.

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