4 comments/ 23593 views/ 19 favorites Training Angel By: LittleFeather Angel pulled her blue Toyota into the parking lot of The Wine Closet. She was running her normal five minutes late as she dashed from her car and into the restaurant. Scanning the waiting area, she hoped Frank had not been waiting long for her. Nerves tightened her belly as she did not see the blue collared shirt he was supposed to be wearing. A door opened behind her, revealing a man who matched the picture from the online dating profile she had pulled up so frequently that day. Frank, a name that amused her for no real reason, other than she had never actually met a Frank, saw her and smiled. Angel breathed a sigh of relief. More than once she had gone to meet a date only to find out the profile picture was 10 years old or belonged to a college friend. So far so good; maybe tonight would not be a disappointment like the last few first dates had been. A frown almost appeared on her slightly pouty lips. She could not help to wonder if she had been partially to blame for some of the recent failures. Work had been so intense as she tried to finish up the last assignment; maybe she had not really given her full effort. Resolving to make the most of the evening, she looked into Frank's brown eyes and smiled deeply. A hostess quickly seated the couple and a waiter appeared to take drink orders. Both settled for water until they could better decide on which wine would complement the dinner choices. Perusing the menus, various pastas appealed to their taste buds; Jack ordered a bottle of a slightly sweet white wine for the two to share. Pleased at not having to pick a bad wine again, Angel accepted the selection and sipped slowly as they waited for their orders to be served. Minutes turned to hours as the two lingered over dinner, discussing work, hobbies, and any random topic that struck their interests. Awed by his wit, charm, and impeccable manners, she had been pleased when he offered to walk her to her car. After such a surprisingly good evening, Angel had hoped for a good night kiss. Frank did not disappoint her, tilting his head down to meet her lips. What started as a slow, lingering kiss on her lips turned heated rather quickly. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she felt a sharp pinch on her hip. Angel tried to pull back, but his hand that had threaded through her hair tightened and held firmly. She started to panic when suddenly the air began to spin. Pressed between his body and the car, her slender frame began to go limp. Frank walked her around to the passenger side of the car, strapped her in, and then walked back to the driver's seat. The auburn haired passenger was completely unconscious before they left the parking lot. She awoke slowly, but heatedly. Her head was foggy, but her body was registering enjoyable sensations. Her bare legs were spread wide; lips and a tongue were pressed tight against the intersection of those legs. A quick flickering was being repeated over and over against her swollen clit, with an occasional lapping just inside her heated sex. As she moaned, she felt her clit sucked hard inside the mouth. Angel tried to reach her arms down to the head, to press it down harder. When her arms would not move, she tried again. The panic set in as she realized that her hands had been tied. Her head whipped back and forth, trying to make sense of the situation she found herself in. The soft covers and thick blankets, much like her own, hid the Velcro straps that secured her wrists. Not a stitch of clothing covered her body, but brown hair framed the face that was buried so deeply between her thighs. Her captor, realizing that she was starting to wake, redoubled his attack on her private parts. Despite her rising fear, Angela felt her body continue to respond to the onslaught of sensations. Her voice came out weak and shaky, lingering results of the drug he had given her. She cried, begging him to stop, calling for help, but her hips began to buck as he brought her body to a climax. The more she begged, the harder she tried to struggle, the tighter he gripped her body and continued to suck, lick, stroke, and nibble at her. Her body was weak from the drug. The struggles, mixed with the excessive onslaught to her sex, soon spent what little energy she had possessed. She awoke again, this time seemingly alone and still tied to the bed. Blindfolded and with an odd cylinder wedged between her teeth, she started to panic again. Thrashing and pulling, she only served to tighten the restraints on her wrists and ankles. Just as she started to calm down so she could evaluate the situation, she felt a weight on the bed and her head was gripped tightly. She felt something touch her tongue and then the back of her throat. His dick! The cylinder had held her lips wide apart and he now thrust his hard cock deep inside her mouth, making her gag and choke as it pushed against her throat. Again, she struggled and tried to resist, but the effort only seemed to spur the man on more. Deeper and harder he thrust inside her mouth. Unable to breath, tears soaked the inside of her blindfold. The lack of oxygen weakened her. She stopped fighting and just struggled to breath. Her captor spoke then, voice rough with the need to release, "That's right my lovely little slut. Relax and enjoy what I am giving you." With that, he came inside her mouth. She began to choke again, drowning in his cum. Jets spurted down her throat and into her belly. His cock only softened marginally, so he stayed in her mouth. He thrust in her mouth again, rubbing against her tongue, cleaning the cum from his dick. Even though she knew it was useless, she began to struggle again. The cock left her mouth and made a slow trail down to her legs. It thrust inside her and hands squeezed her large breasts. She cried out, screaming as loud as she could. A hand left her breasts and something was placed inside her mouth. The taste of rubber barely registered, the shape of a thick cock head filled her mouth and stretched it painfully. She had to stop struggling just so she could focus on breathing again. His voice, again; "Much better my beautiful little whore. I like your struggles and screams of pleasure, but I won't listen to anything else. Understand?" Angela nodded her head, praying he'd take out the vile rubber cock. He left it in place, enjoying the look of her mouth stretched so wide. He pounded into her harder and deeper, shaking her whole body. Angela began to cum, the shallowness of her breathing causing her climax to be strong. As her body, robbed of sufficient oxygen, went limp, the man fucking his new slave came again. He removed the gag and stared down at the sleeping body under him. Womanly curves and soft skin demanded his attention. A callused finger traced up her arm, connecting a line between the scattered freckles. Stopping at the scar just below the velcro cuff, he leaned over to press a soft kiss to the blemish. After days of endless fucking, Angel no longer fought against the restraints. Perhaps it was day six, but that mattered little when she knew that no one would be missing her. Ever the elusive writer, she had turned in her last book the week before and made her publisher promise to delete her number for at least a month or two. Frank's talented body had brought her to peaks she had not experienced in months, maybe years. So she stopped trying to scream and began to enjoy the endless cumming her body was being subjected to. As if he could sense her resignation, Frank began her training in earnest. Hands tied behind her back, she stood naked before him now. "Does your Master keep you warm?" "Does your Master keep you dry?" "Does your Master keep you fed and clean?" "Does your Master keep you safe?" As she answered yes to each of his questions, just as she had several times over the past few days, she wondered what else was to become of her. A new question was asked. "Does your Master make you cum?" "Yes." "Does your Master know how to please your body?" "Yes." "Show Master how grateful you are."He waited as she stared at him. "Show Master how grateful you are." Understanding crossed her face; Angel kneeled forward and placed her lips around the cock at full attention before her. As far as oral sex went, it was very tame. She only went as deep as was comfortable, not wanting to choke herself yet again. She slowly licked and sucked at his erection. "That is enough slave." Angel sat back and stared up at Frank's face, instantly knowing that she had not performed as he had wanted. "That was good for when I am relaxing next to you, or possibly working at my computer. But that does not seem like a very grateful slave to me. Now, show your Master how grateful you are." Angel began licking and sucking harder, not completely sure what to expect if she failed this task a second time. She worked his cock with her mouth, using her tongue to stimulate him even further. He remained there, motionless, watching her. She went down further, taking more of him, but still stopping when he hit the back of her throat. When he stopped her this time, she was almost afraid to look up. "That is much better, but I think we need a little motivation. Come lay across my lap and I will see if we cannot find something that will encourage you to show me how grateful you really are." Frank sat down and laid her face down across his lap. Hands still behind her back, ass perfectly exposed on his right leg, her hanging head almost touching the floor, she steeled herself for what might come. SLAP! Angel winced and cried out at the sharp sting. "Do I need to fill your mouth?" he asked her. Angel shook her head no. "Then the only thing I should hear is, 'thank you, Master'. Understood?" She quickly nodded yes. Another hard slap. "Let me hear it then, my pretty little slut." "Thank you, Master," she bit out. "Louder." SLAP. "Thank You, Master!" "Again." SLAP. "Thank You, Master!" The spanking continued until her ass was raw. Angel thanked him for every slap, hoping to appease him and put a halt to the burning. Hand prints had blended together, forming a bright shade of red against her pale white skin. "Are you ready to show me how grateful you are now?" he asked her. "Yes, Master. Please let me show you, Master". "Then ride me." She weakly rose from her position across his lap and turned to face him. "Turn around." She did as she was told. He pulled her down onto his pulsing cock and held her there. He pulled her down further onto him, her sore bottom pressed hard on his thighs and stomach. "Like this, over and over again, until you cum for me," he told her. Angel did as she was told, riding him as hard as she could and moaned each time her ass slapped against him. When she showed no signs of cumming, he whispered in her ear, "Do you need some more encouragement?" She rode harder and deeper, intent to avoid further motivation. Her legs began to cry in protest and her ass felt on fire as she slammed down on him nonstop. Finally, her pulse quickened and she could feel the orgasm building through her body. She cried out her release and rocked on his pulsing cock as she felt him release inside her. She began to sag and he pulled her against his body, placing her head on his shoulder. "Cum for me again." He began to play with her clit, pulling and stroking the swollen nub. His cock still firm inside her and the tender muscles of her ass only heightened the stream of sensations. The arm holding her to him shifted slightly so that his hand found a nipple. She turned her head into his neck, moaning into his ear. Master turned his head to capture her lips with his and she began to cum again. Ruthlessly, the stroking continued until she lay completely spent in his arms. Angel felt him lift her body and place her back in bed. Her arms and legs stretched, spread eagle across the bed as he tied her back in place. Barely able to move, she did not fight when the cylinder was placed in her mouth and the relentless fucking of her throat began. As usual, tears formed in her eyes from the struggle to breath. When the jets of cum shot down her throat, she swallowed reflexively. The cock was pulled from her mouth, and warm lips leaned down to kiss the tears from her face. The plastic was removed from her mouth. She felt the cock pressed against her lips again, this time to lick clean. She obeyed without being asked and sucked hungrily, hoping to make up for her earlier failure. The next day, after a handfed breakfast of fruits, she was removed from the bed. After being bathed, her hair was brushed and left flowing down her back. Angel was turned to face his naked form again. The body was toned without being chiseled. She knew how strong those arms were, the feel of his legs, the tenderness of the lips. The sharp sting of his hand.. "Does your Master keep you warm?" The questions began again. She answered this time with, "Yes Master." He went through the list, but this time ended with a new question. "Do you love your Master?" Without thinking, she answered as she had before. But then she paused as she realized what she had responded to. It was too late to take back now, and he seemed pleased by the answer. "Now show your Master how grateful you are." Angel kneeled and began sucking his cock, desperate to please him and avoid a repeat of yesterday. She threw herself into the task. Her hands, still tied behind her back, made it difficult, but she forced the cock deep down her throat. No matter how hard she pushed, she could not make him cum. She could not match the brutal force he used when she was tied to the bed. Hands slid into her hair, pulling her away from the unyielding cock. "Time for some more encouragement." Tears filled her eyes as he went to the horrible chair. Lying across his legs, she felt the muscles in his stomach tighten and his cock pulse in anticipation as her ass lay ready for his punishment. The slap across her ass stung, but Angel knew it was nothing compared to how it would burn when he finally decided she was ready to show her gratitude in earnest. "Thank You, Master." And so it continued, just as it had the previous day. Just when she thought she could endure no more, the spanking stopped. "Please Master, let me show you how grateful I am." She shifted, trying to kneel and take him into her mouth, but he stopped her. She rose to her feet, turned, impaled herself upon him and rode. She pushed hard and deep, ass burning again every time she slapped it against his body. The sting was worse than the day before. She was not sure if she was still sore from the earlier spanking, or if he had just spanked longer or harder. She decided it was a combination of the two. As she came for him, she screamed her release. She wanted to please Master. She needed to please Master. She continued to ride, trying to pull his orgasm from him as well. When she felt him shoot inside her, she was on the verge of cumming again. She pushed herself faster, needing to ride out the second wave. She sagged against Master's chest. He murmured in her ear, "Why do you love Master?" "Master keeps me warm." The fingers reached around and began to tease her clit. He continued until she came for him again. "Why do you love Master?" "Master keeps me dry." "My slut does not feel dry now" the Master teased, but he brought her to peak again. As her cum dripped down his cock, he teased again. "Definitely not dry. Why do you love Master?" And so it continued, until the final answer "Master pleases my body". Already too breathless to do more than whisper the answer, Master held her tight and kissed his slave deeply and tenderly. "Clean my cock with your mouth. I want you to taste your juices on me. See how perfect our cum tastes mixed together." Angel slid to the floor, turned, and did as she was asked. Her tongue lapped and eagerly sought to retrieve every drop. When he smiled, she felt pride rise through her, staining her cheeks with a blush. Master was pleased.