Carnal Captive by Vonna Harper

teacher with all day to accustom her to something both new and old.
    Unable to resist, she hung in her restraints. The less she fought, the less pain and maybe, enough pleasure to distract her from the demeaning thing s being done to her.
    Finally the dildo’s end pressed against her labia . H er captor had skewered her . T he object would remain locked in her as long as he wanted. Images of being forced to stand or walk like this pushed through her self-imposed lethargy . She was trying to return to that safe place when another sensation s truck . Squealing into her bit, she tried to clamp down her ass muscles to keep the butt plug from penetrating .
    “Ah, she knows,” Damek said. “And from what I’m observing, she disapproves.”
    Instead of forcing the plug into her, her captor spun it in circles against her rear opening. She tightened her muscles there .
    “What’s happening?” R eno asked. “You can’t get it in?”
    So Damek was responsible for the assault on her ass . That meant Reno was keeping the dildo in place . Acknowledging how well they worked together added to her misery .
    “It’ll go in if I force the issue, but I’d prefer to have her ask for it.”
    Ask for this? Never!
    “You want to soften her up or should I?” Reno asked.
    “ No way. I t’s my turn.”
    Was Damek going to whip her again, overload her with so much pain that having her ass filled didn’t matter? Should she give up now, let Damek do what he wanted ? She was trying to make up her mind when a smooth fingernail swep t over her clit. S he stopped pulling on her cuffs.
    “ Let’s try this again,” Damek said, lightly touching her there again . “Here’s a task for you, slave. I’m going to unbridle you so you can tell us what’s happening. Think you can do that?”
    This was no casual request. He’d hurt her if she didn’t comply. Defeated, she tried to nod while her body hummed in anticipation of another intimate touch.
    Deserting her rear end , Damek r emoved the straps from around her head and drew the bit from between her teeth. D rool dribbled down her chin.
    “Plenty of lube here if we need it.” He wip ed saliva over her face . She felt dirty and demeaned. “Open your mouth, meat .”
    Instinct insisted she clamp her teeth together, but when Damek pressed the butt plug against her lips, she knew she had two options. Either lubricate it or it would go in her back door dry. Hating herself , she did as he commanded. T he disgusting object filled her mouth.
    “A bit of a lesson, slave,” Damek said, “Or perhaps I should call it a forerunner of things to come.” Helpless to stop the pressure , she opened her mouth even wider. The tip touched the back of her throat, making her gag. He kept up the punishment and she started to choke.
    “Back down,” Reno snapped . “I don’t want her passing out.”
    “Of course not.” Not hurrying, Damek drew the plug out of her . “That would be counterproductive, at this point.”
    Reno started tapping the base of the dildo , distract ing her from the lingering discomfort in her throat . S he tried to tell herself he was hurting her but knew better. The truth was, the irregular ly-paced vibrations felt wonderful.
    S igh ing dramatically , Damek returned to his post between her legs , telegraph ing his journey by running a hand over her body. Like what Reno was doing t o her channel, this felt wonderful. A reprieve.
    “All right, where was I?” Damek asked . “Oh yes, asking for your input.”
    Ask wasn’t part of today. Demand was. Still , the sensations aroused her . When Damek brushed her clit , she whine d in anticipation.
    “That’s right, meat ,” he said. “Let us know what you’re feeling.” He again touched her hungry bud, more firmly this time. “I’m allowing you to speak because I want to see how good you are at descri ptions . If you fail the test, hell, if we judge your performance to be lacking in any way, I’ll silence you again. Only this