1 comments/ 10637 views/ 8 favorites The Market Ch. 02 By: chriselena The man gasped as the girl sucked out every drop of his cum, and collapsed nearly on top of her. He recovered in a moment and started untying the girl's silken ropes binding her to the bed. She was clearly his now: he wasn't worried about her doing anything to him that he didn't ask her to. He looked into her eyes and saw her expression of deep, deep adoration; he was floored for a minute as he realized the extent of his power over her. He could ask her to do /anything/, and she would instantly leap into action. The moment broke, and he rolled over onto his back on the bed. The girl, now fully untied, sat six inches from him on the bed. He could see her trying to restrain herself from jumping onto him, since he hadn't asked her to touch him again. "Come cuddle with me." He barely saw her move; one instant she was six inches from him and the next he was entwined with her. He could /feel/ her incredible sense of relief as she was allowed to touch his skin. They fell asleep in a cloud of good feelings. ---- The man slept lying on his back, and moaned and writhed around a little. Strange, incredibly pleasant sensations were intruding into his dreams; soon enough they woke him entirely. The strange dream sensations transitioned instantly to an amazing feeling in his cock; he slowly realized that the girl had woken him with a blowjob. As she had shown the previous night, she was excellent at this; this time, however, she was leading. She ran her tongue up and down his cock, swirling it around the head when she reached it. He gasped and twitched slightly as he felt the incredibly strong sensations coming from her motion. Her mouth was hot, wet, and slick beyond belief and moved to touch all the most sensitive places on his dick, making him involuntarily thrust up from the bed into her mouth farther; she just pushed against him and held him down with her hands to keep him from hurting her. She did /not/ keep his cock from sliding further into her throat than she had ever had before; she coughed and gagged a bit but then adjusted. He felt like his cock was going to explode by now, but held back to see what else his slave might do. She felt his cock sliding further into her throat than anyone before. There was a moment of a... /strange/ feeling; she was coughing and gagging on his cock, but she simply couldn't feel anything but near-orgasmically pleasant when he was so deep inside her. She paused and took a moment to just relax; her throat relaxed as well and allowed his cock a bit further still into her, but the sensation was all pleasure now. She felt like her pussy was burning for him, soaking wet, but she got such a rush from obeying him and making him cum that she didn't care. That was it for him. The moment she relaxed and his dick slid that tiny bit further into her slick, textured, warm, and wet throat, he felt his balls contract convulsively. He fought the urge to put his hands on her head and push; he was already as deep inside her as he could be and he just wanted to fill her. A massive orgasm swept up his body as he pumped gush after gush of hot semen into her. She swallowed without thinking about it at all; her throat was open to him and they both knew it. She felt his cum pouring into her; it felt like huge amounts of some hot, syrupy liquid were being pumped down her throat without her even needing to consciously swallow. Each burst of cum was accompanied by what felt like a full-fledged orgasm, over and over and over again. His cum seemed to flow into her forever, but after an eternity of pure ecstasy at being so filled by him, it finally stopped. She sucked at his cock to get to every last drop; each /drop/ felt like someone was licking her clit. When he was completely cleaned, he pulled his cock the long distance out of her throat. They collapsed together, limbs entwined. He felt so powerful, so compactly muscular, wrapped around her. She felt so incredibly sexy, not to mention hot and wet, at the thought of how completely she had been used. She felt like his toy right now, more than his slave. The silence was broken by a whisper. "You're my toy. You're a /great/ toy." She answered in her own whisper "Do you read minds?" His face wrinkled. "Not that I know of, no. Why?" "I was just thinking that." "That's..... pretty hot, actually." She could feel his cock slowly getting hard again; it had only been five or so minutes since his incredible cumshot. His dick pressed up against her slightly soft, incredibly smooth and perfect stomach, hardening and hardening. "I love that you're thinking what I was thinking." His voice was soft and sleep-gravelly, but he looked (and certainly felt) fully awake. "I'm glad!" She felt a wave of pleasure wash over her in response to the praise from her master. She was /so/ glad. "Where did you get the idea to wake me up like that? I didn't ask for that." She was suddenly full of fear that she might have displeased him. "I... just thought.... it might be a nice way to wake you up?" Her voice was tiny, and her whole body cringed against him. "What? Hey, no no no. Don't be afraid. That was a /fantastic/ way to wake me up. If you have any more ideas like that, /please/ try them." Her face wrinkled. This wasn't quite what she had expected of being a slave. It was much /better/, of course, but she didn't understand it. "Master... why are you treating me like this?" "Huh? Treating you like what?" "I don't know... being lenient, I guess? Being friendly to your slave? I didn't know that sort of thing happened in this sort of relationship." "Oh. Well, you're a person, not just a slave. I like you, you're very attractive to me, and I'd feel very uncomfortable with myself if the only reason you obeyed me... loved me... was artificial pleasure from the chemicals in my balls. Would you /prefer/ me to be harsher to you?" He pulled back slightly from her, looking like he had revealed a bit more than he wanted to. "This is the best master/slave relationship I could ever have hoped for." She pulled him back against her and they held each other tightly for a long moment. ---- The moment broke when his cock, pressed up against her perfect stomach, twitched. It was fully hard by this point, and she had been having a hard ("Hah.") time not doing anything about it. She moved one hand down and began to stroke his rock-solid dick. She could feel her own privates, already hot and wet, warm even more and start to drip onto her leg. "It seems like you have something you could use me for, master." She said this in her best slave voice, a bit higher-pitched than usual and cheerful-sounding but with a large fraction of suggestivity as well. "God /damn/ you're sexy." He pulled back from her for a moment, and scooted back across the bed, never turning around from facing her. He stopped at the bed's edge and looked her up and down from there, looking and feeling incredibly lucky he had this slave. Then he pulled back over toward her and then around her, wrapping her in his wiry, incredibly strong limbs and pulling her close. "I can feel how hot and wet you are with my cock on your /stomach/. That is the sexiest thing I've ever felt." Each compliment made her feel better and better, building to an almost sexual level by themselves. All vestiges of her fear or resistance to him, his desires and orders and suggestions, were totally gone by now. Her whole mind was filled with an overwhelming desire to be the best toy she could possibly be. She pulled herself up a bit relative to him. As she slid against his erect dick, he moaned and writhed a bit. She stopped when the head of his cock just rested on her pussy, and paused. "Yes?" Her voice trembled, just slightly, with the possibility he might say "No." "YES yes yes!" He pulled her down, shoving the head of his cock into her. He visibly restrained himself and said "Sorry. You can take dry-cock entrances at your own speed." She felt so amazingly lucky to have this man as her master. Not only was he very attractive, he also seemed to be a genuinely /decent/ person. As the head of his cock slid into her sopping pussy, she was so wet she felt no need to go slowly. "I want all of you now please please please" She begged him over and over, quickly, not caring how pathetic she sounded. "Fuuuuuck yes." His strong arms on her shoulders pulled her down until his cock was nearly as far as it could go into her, all in one movement. She gasped and her eyes went wide, and he felt the walls of her vagina contract around his dick. It felt amazing, so he started sliding into and out of her, first slowly then gradually faster, but always deeply and hard. When he slid into her pussy all at once, the orgasms she had had when he fucked her throat were dwarfed by one seemingly five times more intense. She could barely make any noise or move at all; her body and mind were totally overwhelmed with ecstasy at his cock inside her most private place. The only thing that moved was her kegels, involuntarily contracting hard and then releasing around the man's cock. This produced an amazing effect on him - he looked almost like he was about to orgasm himself. But then his eyes focused on her, and he began to fuck her hard and deeply. She actually didn't really do much - he hadn't asked her to, and he seemed to want to do the work. Besides, every movement his shaft made inside her seemed to trigger a mini-orgasm, and she could barely move or make a sound from the rapid bursts of pleasure. He looked at her face and her unfocused eyes and smiled triumphantly. His strokes got deeper and deeper as her pussy relaxed and let him in more easily. Her hot, wet vagina wrapped around him felt indescribably good, which only inspired him to fuck her faster and deeper and harder. The expressions passing across the girl's face made him even hotter, as did the waves of tension and release flowing across his cock from her pussy. Very shortly it all got to be too much to resist, and another huge orgasm racked his frame and made him pull yet further into her. The feeling of filling her - for real, without a condom, and totally and completely - overwhelmed him and made him cum harder. Soon, he collapsed on the bed, totally spent. The girl was feeling more ecstasy than she would ever have thought possible, waves and waves of it, one for each stroke of the man's cock into and out of her. His dick was the perfect size for her - large enough to feel /great/ but not large enough to feel uncomfortable. Her eyes closed and she lay back as he fucked her harder and harder, trying not to lose herself in the pleasure, and finally she felt his cock start to contract and spurt his hot cum deeply into her. Her mind filled with fire the instant the first drop of his cum got so far inside her; she screamed and pulled him deeper into her as her pussy convulsed around him, trying to lockystt of his semen inside her. When finally he stopped cumming, she was completely and totally filled by the warm-feeling substance inside her. Just the thought that she was filled with his cum made a warm glow come over her mind. He withdrew from her and they lay panting on the bed next to each other. Once they both cooled down some, they pulled close to each other again and cuddled. He started to slide one finger down her body, starting at the top of her head. "I want you to know something now." She looked at him dreamily. "Yes?" "Tonight has been /very/ tame, my slave, my toy. Don't expect things to be quite this... vanilla, next time." His face hardened, making him look rugged and imposing. His finger reached her pussy and plunged inside, then withdrew with a drop of his cum on the end. "Understand?" A shiver of pleasure whipped across her. She nodded and mumbled "Mm-hmm!", not trusting her voice. "Good." He held his finger an inch from her mouth, and she instantly bent up from the bed to lick it clean. "Tonight was - hah - just a taste." The Market Ch. 03: Back to the Market "Slave." The man's voice boomed out, surprisingly loud and deep in the small bedroom. Crisp early-morning sunlight shone through a small window, illuminating the tallish figure of the man, fully dressed in an excellently cut business suit. He stood next to the bed where his toy; the tall, beautifully curved, lithe redhead who was effectively addicted to his cum; was sleeping. She jerked awake. "Yesmaster?" The words came out so fast they were slurred together. She was almost instantly sitting upright, but moved no further in case her master wanted her in the bed. "Get out of bed-", at this the slave moved to a standing position very quickly; she was naked and her hair glowed in the sunlight, "-and put on some clothes. Quickly. Doesn't really matter what, although I'd advise against wearing anything too tight. I'll be in the kitchen, meet me when you're ready." "Yes master!" He nodded, turned, and left the room. She picked an attractive-looking but fairly loose summer dress that he had mentioned he liked. It was always best to please the master; it gave her warm, pink, mind-filling feelings of happiness whenever she did something he enjoyed, or followed one of his orders. Lately they'd been really /strong/; to the point that she had done many things she'd have been very uncomfortable with or ashamed of before, on his orders. He'd done some things she wasn't sure she liked, but she couldn't quite seem to resist. On the opposite side, she had been feeling almost physically sick if she tried to disobey any of his orders... but thinking about that was uncomfortable, so she just avoided it. She dressed and almost skipped into the kitchen. She was feeling excellent this morning since she was starting off by obeying orders that were clearly very important to her master. -- In the kitchen, the man was sitting at the table with a pill bottle and a glass of water in front of him. He offered her a pill from the bottle, which she looked at uncertainly. "What's this?" "Oh, it's just something to... enhance our time together." He grinned, an odd expression - it was mostly an honest-looking smile but looked almost predatory under the surface. She felt uncomfortable taking this unexplained medication from him, but took it from his hand. She looked at it, but it was just an oblong white pill with no clues what it might do. "M-master, I'm not sure..." She trailed off, embarrassed of defying him even this much and a little confused why it was so difficult. "Relax. It's nothing bad; I just need to visit the market with you again." A cold rush of fear filled her. Was he displeased with her? Was he so dissatisfied with his slave that he was trading her in for another? "Whoa, you just turned white as a sheet. What's wrong?" He looked at her, not unkindly, with a puzzled expression. "Master..." She trailed off again. She had forgotten entirely about her unease at taking the pill; now she just felt like a little girl in the principal's office at school. Her voice was tiny and hesitant. "Yes?" The man was still looking at her with that concerned but friendly expression. She relaxed just enough to whisper: "Am I a bad toy?" "NO!" The question had caught him totally by surprise. "No, absolutely not. You're an excellent toy. We're visiting the market today to make you an even better one." She felt a pathetically strong sense of relief at knowing she hadn't somehow disappointed her master. That last sentence he had said made her a bit uncertain, but right now she could think of nothing but pleasing him. "S-so... the pill?" "It's a sedative. The market's location is /very/ private and only a few people are allowed to know. Even though I purchased you there, they won't let me bring you there conscious." He frowned; he could understand the desire for secrecy, but could hardly see his slave revealing anything about the market. Oh well, he didn't make the rules. The girl thought about it for just a moment, then the pink warmth blowing through her mind decided she was satisfied with her master's explanation, and she swallowed the pill with a sip of water. "Sit down here." Her master indicated a wheelchair by the doorway. She sat. Almost immediately after, she drifted off, feeling now totally content that she was making her master happy. -- Outside the thick steel door of the Market, the usual impressive-looking guard was asking the usual question. "Your clearance code, sir?" "Six-Tuesday-Eight-Eight-One." "Thank you, sir. Please come in quickly." The guard pulled at the handle of the massive door and it swung open without a sound. -- "Hello again, Mr. ... What was your 'name' again?" The man could hear the quotation marks dropping into place around the word. He opened his mouth, then shut it again and looked down at the nondescript card he had been issued. He looked back up at the tall, slim, imposing woman in front of him, the same one he had met with the last time he was here. "It's 'Jameson'." He frowned, and wondered why this exchange was necessary. Both of them knew the 'names' were fake, so why bother asking? He deliberately did not ask hers. "Well, Mr. Jameson, are you here to buy again, or to make... modifications to your original purchase?" "The second." "What sort of thing did you have in mind? Or would you like to hear the options?" "No, I had a specific thing in mind. I've heard that slaves [the slim woman winced at the word] purchased here can be 'imprinted' with keywords that trigger certain behaviors or mindsets?" "Yes, that is more or less correct. Your woman will be placed under deep, drugged hypnosis and told the words and corresponding behaviors, and then she is 'keyed' to you again with a small sample of your semen." "Excuse me?" "You are not required or requested to ejaculate on-site. The semen will be placed in her mouth from a test tube." "Ah. Go on." "There is little more to say. After that point, she will be, as you said, 'imprinted' with the keywords and corresponding behaviors or thought patterns suggested to her under hypnosis. Only you will be able to trigger these keywords." She passed him a clipboard. "Please write your desired words plus responses on this. Make sure to specify whether each keyword can interact with other keywords or not. When you have a satisfactory list, hand it to me at the office and we will proceed." He sat down and filled out the clipboard, after some thought. He went up to the large, glass-lined and very modern-looking office the imposing woman had entered and gave it her; she looked down at it and said "Yes, this seems doable. Please follow me." They had another trek down the endless hallway of doors from his first visit. He knew (or at least, had been told) that behind each of the many doors was a person who had effectively volunteered to become an utter slave. Eventually, they reached a section of hallway where the doors were black; they entered one seemingly at random, but the imposing woman must have known somehow because the girl he had purchased was already here, naked, on a fairly standard-looking hospital bed. Her perfectly curved body lay on the bed with its halo of tight red curls "Please be seated, Mr. Jameson. You are an observer from this point; please do not interrupt the process." The imposing woman left and was replaced with a somewhat bored-looking man in his mid-40s, who could have been attractive but looked as though he had not slept in a week. "Hello sir, I'm the hypnotist. Your woman has been given the appropriate drugs already; I will now begin the hypnotism part of the process. Please do not interrupt for any reason. If you need to leave the room at any point, please do so." "All right." He sat down on one of the chairs. The place really was remarkably like a doctor's office, he thought. The lights dimmed, and the hypnotist started a recording of some odd-sounding sounds. It felt like it was doing slightly strange things to /his/ brain; he wondered what it was like to his girl, who had been given the appropriate drugs. The hypnotist began speaking softly in a language that sounded like English but that the man couldn't understand. He wondered what was going on but at that point the hypnotist spoke in true English again. "When you hear the phrase 'Come play with me.' spoken by your master, you will begin to listen for the following keywords from him and him alone. Unless otherwise specified, more than one keyword can be in use at once. When your master says 'Playtime's over.' you will stop responding to the keywords. When you hear the word 'thirsty', you will have an increasing series of desires to suck your master's cock. The first time, it will be weak, like a brief but tempting daydream. The second, it will be much stronger, but still fairly easy to defeat with willpower. The third, it will be much stronger again, and will be possible to escape only with a lot of willpower. The fourth, it will be impossible to resist, and past that each repetition will make his cum taste better and make you feel a stronger and stronger desire to have his cock in your mouth at any cost. When you hear the word 'slave', you will begin instantly obeying any order from your master, no matter how trivial. When you hear the word 'slut', you will feel basically your normal mode: incredible joy at being given your master's cum, and at being allowed to be his toy. When you hear the word 'anal', you will instantly present your ass to your master and prepare to be fucked in it; any ass play will feel amazingly good and you will be very much capable of cumming from it." The hypnotist continued for a few more keywords, then paused and looked up at the man for a moment. He indicated one of the keywords written on the board and said very quietly to the man, "Creative choice. If you put it at the end because you're ashamed of it, don't be - most customers here are much more... aggressive than you are, and ask for /much/ worse keywords." The man looked embarrassed for just a moment, then his face hardened. "Just get it done." The hypnotist looked at him for a second, then nodded and completed his work. -- "Slave." The man's voice boomed out, oddly loud and deep in this small room. She felt a strange sense of deja vu for a moment, but it passed when she awoke fully and found herself lying in bed next to her master, both naked. "Yes, master?" She stretched, catlike, showing off her nude body for him. "Time to get up. I want you to help me make breakfast." He stood, wiry muscles bunching and relaxing as he also stretched. He watched her carefully; the market's people had said she would wake with no memory of the market visit or imprinting, but he always suspected such claims. As far as he could tell, though, they had been telling the truth and she remembered nothing. He considered for a moment as she stood and began to dress. Did he want to test the imprinting so early? He was a bit afraid it wouldn't work, or that it had gone wrong somehow; aside from that, he also thought he should resist for as long as possible to make it more exciting. Thoughts and impulses battled as he watched his slave's perfect body bounce and stretch and flex as she dressed; he gave in. "Come play with me." A subtle change showed on her face - she looked now attentive to his every word, where before she had been a little unfocused. -- "Ooooh... yes, master." The girl stood in the middle of the room in an oversized shirt and a pair of his boxers; he had mentioned to her that she looked cute in this just-got-up outfit, and it was a convenient one to get back off quickly. She melted a bit at his words to her, and she heard her own voice tremble as she spoke. "Do you want me to make you breakfast?" "Not exactly what I had in mind right now, but if you're hungry or thirsty at all we can go eat now." The girl's eyes wandered across her master's naked body as he spoke, fixing on his cock when he stopped. It looked so thick, even soft as it was now. She remembered the feeling of being totally filled by him and the taste of his cum, and lost herself for a second in a thought of how good it would feel to suck his cock until he exploded within her. She felt herself getting warm and moist under the borrowed pair of boxers, then snapped back to reality. "Oh... no, um... sorry, what did you ask?" She was so embarrassed at having forgotten their conversation because of her daydream. She felt a blush rush across her face, and she looked firmly into his eyes, resolving not to do it again. "I just asked if you were... thirsty at all." He walked over to the bed and sat; she found herself staring at his dick, waving side to side as he walked. When he sat down, she noticed that his cock and balls had happened to land on a fold in the fabric, so that when he sat his cock stuck up from between his legs even though he was still soft. She couldn't seem to break her eyes away from it, or stop imagining the sensations of running her tongue over and around his head, burying his shaft in her mouth, trying to suck out every drop of cum... His cum! It had felt so hot, so incredibly satisfying, when he had pumped his cum down her throat. She let out an involuntary whimper as she felt the heat between her legs seemingly double. She realized that she was just standing in front of him, staring fixedly at his cock and whimpering when he had asked her a normal question. Her voice sounded tiny and breathy as she said: "Um... no... I'm not really thirsty..." "EXCEPT FOR YOUR CUM!" she wanted to add, so incredibly badly. She held back. She had begged for his cock already and had felt a little degraded, uncertain. She wouldn't break down to that point again. Her master looked at her, face blank, apparently unaware of the turmoil within her. Her voice strengthened a bit. "No, I'm not thirsty right now, but thank you master." She felt the warm pinkness in her head add the last phrase without her intending to: some part of her that deeply wanted to be owned, controlled, used by her master... deeply wanted to even be degraded by her master if it brought him pleasure, she thought with a tight little shiver inside. She was doing it again. No. Focus. "Not thirsty, no." He looked at her. "Are you sure? After last night, I know for sure I'd be... thirsty." He smiled at her at the last word, the same predator-edged smile from before. She barely noticed; his cock had twitched slightly and started to harden, and she could think of nothing else. As he became erect, apparently without noticing himself, the heat between her legs increased to a steady, solid burn. His cock looked soooooo good, had felt soooo good... She whimpered again without knowing it. She could perfectly remember the feeling of his hot cum gushing into her mouth, flowing down her throat - well, not /perfectly/, which was why she needed him so badly right now. With a little gasp of guilty pleasure, she remembered the mixed feeling of ecstasy, pain, pleasure and degradation she had experienced when he had forced his dick so far into her throat that she had coughed and gagged around it. She became conscious of a tiny noise that had broken the silence while she stood before him. It had been a soft dripping sound, and had come from very close to her; she looked down and felt truly, entirely embarrassed to find that she had soaked clean through her borrowed pair of boxers and was now dripping on the floor. She stood up a bit and tried to press her legs together, but there was no way he hadn't seen or heard that she was so wet right now it had dripped through clothing. She felt herself burning with shame but found she was unable to turn away from him or tear her eyes from his throbbing dick. He stood, his now almost fully erect cock standing straight out from his body. She watched it sway as he walked painfully slowly across the room to her: her eyes couldn't leave it. She felt his naked body brush against her clothed one as he reached her and bent to whisper in her ear: "Are you suuuuure you're not feeling thirsty?" A drop of pearly white precum oozed from the head of his penis as she stared at it; at the same time she felt his hot breath in her ear and then he ran the very tip of his tongue down the outside of her ear and gently bit her earlobe. She broke. She couldn't take it, she didn't care what she looked like or did or how she felt about it afterwards. She needed his cum, his cock inside her, this instant. She moaned and fell to her knees in front of him, taking his hips in her hands and bringing his cock up close to her face. This close, she could smell the musky scent of his pre-cum. The last of her conscious mind was gone, but the slave training would not let her do anything to him without his permission. "PleasemasterpleasepleasepleaseIwanttosuckyouIwantyourcumsosososooooobad" came out all at once, tumbling from her mouth an inch from his cockhead. He looked down at her, surprised how suddenly she had started begging. She was ashamed to beg like this: on her knees in front of him, totally out of control, desperately wanting to gag herself with his cock; but she didn't, /couldn't/ care right now. She needed his cum so deeply inside her again, needed to be his slave, his toy. She would do anything for it, would degrade herself for him, and she would love it. "Oh god yes." Before he was finished the "y-" sound, she had taken him inside her all the way to the base of his shaft. Taking his whole length so quickly made her cough, but she pulled at his hips desperate to get him even deeper within. He gasped and his eyes opened wide as he slipslid down her throat. She felt her pussy, dripping already, contract with an intense burst of pleasure as his cock slid further and further into her throat. Extremely quickly, this built until she actually came, hard, with her mouth still wrapped around his cock. It felt amazingly good to have him this deeply inside her, and she wanted nothing more than to make him cum and take it all. Shortly afterward, a taste of his precum brought her close again, as she allowed her master to fuck her throat. It felt soo good to obey and make him happy, and especially to see (and feel, and taste) the results when she did. His hands entwined in her hair, gripping her head, as he forced his dick deep into her over and over. She gagged around his cock at an especially rough point, and got that mixed feeling again, doubled in pleasure because she knew her master enjoyed seeing her like this. She was surprised to find herself close to coming again, as she coughed and recovered from the roughness while playing with the head of his cock. She heard her master say "Take my cock, slut!" and came, hard, again. The burst of pleasure at the last word was huge, and she moaned around his cock. She sucked him as well as she could and shortly felt his hands grip her head again and force her down onto his cock; just once this time, though, and when he was as far down her throat as he could possibly get his thick cock throbbed in a way that made her eyes lose focus and shot jet after jet of thick, hot cum directly into her. She was racked by the strongest orgasm she had ever felt when his cum was pumped down her throat. This was /exactly/ what she had wanted. What she did want. She wanted to be his because it felt sooooooo good when he came inside her and it felt sooooooo good to obey him. She loved being his slave. -- Well, that one certainly worked, he thought. Let's try another. Well... nap first. --- Lying against her master on the bed after they had both cum extremely hard, she felt completely and totally content. She and her master took a nap against each other, and when she woke it was with her master's cock pressed against her thigh. "You are an excellent slave and toy." His voice was graveley and deep, but soft - it reminded her of a large tomcat purring. It sent a thrill down her spine from its tone alone, and the compliment gave her yet another burst of heat and moisture down there. Something about the way he had said it just made her want to obey him in absolutely anything. She wanted him to use her, not just sexually but to fulfill his every wish, no matter how trivial. She wanted to be his servant and whore and aide and anything, anything, ANYTHING that would please him. The Market Ch. 03: Back to the Market She stretched out, careful to keep his body pressed against hers as much as possible. He seemed to like when she did this, and it felt nice. She had no words to respond to him, but made some happy noises to show she had heard. "Now..." He looked at her with an odd look in his eyes. "I'd like to try something new. Anal." She was filled with apprehension at his words. She had never tried anal before, and had heard it was very uncomfortable. But the instant he had said the last word, a quick, intense desire to try it awoke in her mind. She remembered how amazing it had felt when her master grabbed her butt to pull her closer... and wondered what it would feel like to have his cock fill her ass. It couldn't be /that/ bad, or people wouldn't do it, right? It felt soooooo good wheh he filled her pussy with his cock and then his cum... would she get the same feeling or would it be different? painful? She realized with surprise that while she had been working through this train of thought, her body had turned itself away from her master on its own, and bent to present her ass to his cock. She was alarmed; she still wasn't entirely sure she wanted to do this, but it looked like her body was. She heard a series of slick, liquidy noises from behind her; when she turned and looked, her master was rubbing his cock with a generous amount of gel lube. The sight and sound of this made her body stretch itself out again, presenting her wide hips and pert butt to him while trying to relax for his entry. She gasped again, still having doubts about the whole thing, as she heard him approach her once more. She felt him press a slippery, lubricated finger against her tight asshole, and then "eep!"ed in surprise when it slipped into her up to his second knuckle, all in an instant. Oh my god, she thought to herself. Is /this/ what anal feels like? Why do people complain? She could only sense a feeling of warm fullness down there, and as he began to slide in and out of her waves of pleasure rushed over her mind and body. She writhed against him to try to force him further into her, but he pulled his finger out and wiped it with a wet nap before lining up the head of his cock with her still-open butt. His cockhead slipped into her, quickly like his finger had but with more effort. She felt a mix of weak pain and strong pleasure as he moved himself a tiny ways in and out, in and out of her, never moving his cock more than a quarter-inch just yet. She whimpered slightly at how wide her asshole had to stretch to accomodate him; when she forced herself to relax it hurt a little less but it was so hard to relax when he moved like that. "Oh my Goood." He moaned, clearly very aroused to be fucking her like this. She gasped and whimpered again as he pushed himself another inch into her, then played with her as he had before. After ten seconds or so of vibrating 1/4" in and out of her, he shoved his dick into her again, this time not stopping until 3/4 of his cock was within her. She couldn't believe the feelings her body was sending her. She had never, ever felt so amazingly full before. It still hurt to stretch around her master's dick, but the pain felt like a spice on top of the pleasure, which was enormous. Every time he moaned, every time she felt his cock throb within her, waves of ecstasy washed across her. Each motion of his cock felt like the whole world was moving around her. She rode the waves of pleasure for a few moments, until her master grunted and thrust the rest of his cock into her. She screamed. "Oh my GOOOOD!" She had never felt more full than with 3/4 of his cock within her; with his entire cock inside the feeling filled her entire universe. Her asshole, stretched beyond its limits, protested and rejoiced simultaneously. This mix of pain and pleasure mixed further with the knowledge that her master was using her, taking her everywhere she could be taken and playing with her body like his own personal toy. The realization sent her over the edge; her anus convulsed around his cock over and over as she came. She could feel her master's cum from before leaking out of her pussy and lubing his cock even more. She screamed in pleasure for what seemed like an eternity. She was his, every part of her. He was using her like a cheap whore and making her ass ache with the force of his thrusting, and she could feel him pulsing as he approached an orgasm of his own. When it (and he) came, the jets of semen bursting from his dick lit her ass aflame and she screamed again. What felt like gallons of liquified pleasure cascaded into her, and her master rammed his cock into her tender asshole with a ferocity that made it complain but also made her pussy leak yet more of her juices and his cum. Being so used by him was the hottest thing she had ever experienced. The pain and the shame of it intensified the fierce ecstasy of her orgasm to a level she wouldn't have thought was even possible. She had never known she would be, /could/ be aroused like this: she felt so ashamed of herself for enjoying it so much but she just couldn't care right now. She pulled back on her master's hips to force every inch of his cock into her as he pumped thick rope after rope of cum into her virgin ass. After what seemed like an eternity of impossible passion, they collapsed spent onto the bed, with his cock still deep within her. As he withdrew, she whimpered: it felt disconcertingly like she was having an accident in the bed, but soon enough it was over and once again she pulled herself up close to him. She was completely and totally his now, she thought: he had taken her in every place she had to take, and left his cum deep within her everywhere. She hadn't known she would be so aroused by the knowledge that she had been totally filled with his cum... she felt almost ready to orgasm herself, again, and thought she could almost feel his semen moving within her as his swimmers tried to make her pregnant. *That* thought sent an odd little shiver of pleasure through her as well; while she didn't really want to get pregnant, that would /really/ be being owned by him. She wiggled happily against her master as she thought that one day he would impregnate her. A word intruded into the soft warmth of her afterglow. "Slave." The word was accompanied by the usual burst of pleasure and desire to do absolutely anything her master requested of her. "Yes, master?" She couldn't prevent herself putting a little-girl adoring gush into the words. She was his and she loved it. "Clean me." The warmth cleared almost instantly. Did he mean... He couldn't. No. "W- what, master?" She looked up at him. His face was hard and commanding, which made her melt inside. She just wanted to do /anything/ at all for him... But /that/?! "Open your mouth." Her mouth dropped open. He was really going to make her do this. She felt fear and disgust battling with her pleasure from obedience, and losing. "Bu-but m-master-" Her voice was tiny and tremulous in her ears. "You are my slave. You will do as I say, no matter what you yourself feel. I just fucked you in the ass until I came and you screamed from the pain and pleasure; now you will clean my cock with your mouth. Because you are my slave, and I own you, and you know exactly how much you want to obey me." The words came out steely-strong, commanding. She looked up at him again, then slowly, slowly lowered her face and opened her mouth once more. "Put it around my cock." She lowered her mouth to his crotch level and surrounded his cock, almost crying from the internal conflict. She was careful not to touch him yet; not until she had to. She was surprised to discover that there was little smell and that his cock hadn't looked visibly dirty, though. "Close your mouth, and suck my cock until I am clean." Her master looked a bit blank, like he wasn't sure himself this was what he wanted, but as her mouth enveloped his dick the uncertainty was replaced by an expression of bliss. She couldn't believe it. She had never even considered doing anything like this before, and she was shocked she was doing it now. Tears streamed down her face from her shame and disgust at doing this, but she couldn't help noticing that her pussy was warming again. There was a stronger and stronger part of her mind that only wanted to be his, wanted to be owned by him, and it /loved/ this, even more so *because* of her disgust at her actions themselves. This was what being his actually meant; if she had only done things she liked when he asked then she wouldn't have been his at all. The thought that this, more than anything else she had done, showed him how much she belonged to him lit her pussy on fire once more and wiped out any possibility of her disobeying him. She swirled her tongue around his dirty cock, feeling like his whore. She couldn't help crying at her shame doing this, but her pussy was leaking as well, and her vigorous, energetic sucking showed the man just how much this redheaded girl loved being his slave. -- He felt a bit guilty forcing her to do this, but the fact that she was so clearly aroused by it salved his conscience and let him enjoy the feeling of his slave's tongue lapping up and down his long shaft and swirling around his thick head. He didn't actually care so much for the act itself, but the fact that she was doing it - with such clear enjoyment - even though she was also clearly a little disgusted and extremely ashamed of herself showed him the extent of his power over this girl. He felt his balls begin to tighten and his dick begin to throb as she cleaned his cock extremely thoroughly, and very soon he was cumming down her throat once more. "FUUUUUCK!" He couldn't stop himself yelling and grasping her head as he came, thrusting his cock down deep inside her. She coughed once but then relaxed as he spurted once more into her. There wasn't much cum this time since he had already came so many times today, but what there was shot down her throat with incredible force. A few spurts, then he fell back against the bed once more. She gently, hesitantly pulled her head off of him with a soft 'pop' as her mouth parted from his dick, and laid her head on his stomach, panting and unconsciously rubbing her clit. He noticed this and said "Boost." This was another keyword he'd had implanted, and it simply made her cum on command; she did so, screaming quietly and rubbing herself furiously quick as a mix of her juices and his cum cascaded from her pussy. He watched her do this curiously, and then put his arm around her when she finished, snuggling her up against him once more. Her tear-stained face looked up at him - she looked a bit hurt he had forced her to clean him off after anal, but as he had hoped mostly she looked amazed and pleased to discover exactly how much of his slave she actually was. He had seen everything he needed. She was so his that she would do anything for him, up to and including things that personally disgusted her. He still hadn't tried his last keyword, wanting to save it. It hadn't really been necessary this time, but now that he'd done /that/ and seen the results, he couldn't wait to use it... next time.