****** Slave of Pain 2: Training by Rage ******
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Slave of Pain 2: Training

The week in New York was wonderful for Jesse. After that first night with her
new Master, they had made love in a variety of new ways. He was determined to
show her every way possible for them to have sex. She learned quickly and began
to adjust to the pain that he inflicted upon her. They didn't fight after that
first night. Instead, he was very gentle and loving to her.

On the trip back to Wyoming, he explained that she would be living with him.
She agreed quickly. He smiled at her and stroked her hair, she could tell that
he was pleased. When they finally entered his home he smiled at her and ordered
her to remove all her clothes. She did as she was ordered and stood in front of
him.

"From this day on, you will not work other than keeping my home spotless and
serving me. For that you do not need clothes. This weekend we will go and move
things from your apartment here. You'll be under my training now."

"Yes, Sir" she answered, excited as she looked around the house. It wasn't a
huge place but it would be wonderful. She felt the blow to her cheek and turned
and stared at him. Her hand going to her injured cheek.

"You will listen to me, Jesse. You will learn to fight me. You will learn how
to defend yourself when I do this," He reached down and grabbed her sex
squeezing it hard and slipping a finger into her. His nail scraping the tender
walls inside. She screeched and pulled at his arm as he continued to scrape his
nail inside her. "You will learn how to use your legs, your arms, your breasts
as weapons against me. I don't want you willing to get fucked. I want you to
fight every time I fuck you. I want to feel the stings from your nails, the
swelling flesh where your fist met my face."

Grabbing her chin, he pulled her close to him. Staring into her dark blue eyes
and grinning. "I want to hear you scream."

Then shoving her away from him, he turned and walked away. She lay sprawled on
the floor, her insides aching from his nail. She stood slowly and walked over
to the couch.. sitting down as she cupped her sore sex and rocked back and
forth. She could have left, except that she didn't want to. He intrigued her,
challenged her. In many ways he held her as his prisoner. But she wanted what
he did. She was truly his.

~*~*~*~

He started training her. Teaching her how to fight. How to use anything as a
weapon, how to go after any part of his body. He kept telling her it was no
holds barred. "No matter what, if my crotch is a target, then grab it and twist
the damned thing. Kick, hit, punch, bite it! Do what you have to do to get away
from me."

So she pressed to learn harder. At the end of two months, he declared her fit
to try it out again. She was grateful for that since he hadn't touched her
again since she had moved in with him. She now wore a leather training collar
around her neck and he would attach a leash, leading her around the room or the
house with it on. She slept curled at the end of his bed. Her leash tied to one
of the four posters on the bed. If she awoke before him, she would have to lay
there running her hands over her body, keeping herself at a fever pitch until
he was ready to touch her.

Finally came the day they were in the training room. She had just finally
mastered a kick to the head, not using her ankle to deliver the blow when he
grabbed her. She knew that this was not another part of her training and went
limp slipping to her knees turning in a fluid motion and sweeping his legs out
from under him. He crashed to the ground as she came to her feet, driving the
heel of her boot into his crotch and stepping back as he cried out and moaned.
She didn't smile, she didn't taunt him. She just stared down at him as he
writhed in agony. He groaned and forced himself to his feet, coming after her
with a vicious kick that connected with her temple, throwing her head to the
side, she cried out briefly as she fell to the ground. Her hands taking the
force of the fall.

He came after her and she groaned laying flat on the ground as he bent to grab
her then arching her body and driving her feet into his gut as she "snapped"
her body. He stumbled backward as she "snapped" again and got to her feet.
Twisting to get the momentum and delivering a kick to his gut, as he doubled
over she caught him with a slashing kick that caught his forehead and drove him
backwards.

"Bitch!" he cried out as he lay on the floor.

She was glad that she was young. Ten years older and she wouldn't have much
advantage over him. She was breathing a bit fast and her legs hurt from the
kicks but she felt an exhilaration she had never felt before. She needed to
fight, she didn't want this feeling to end. She needed to feel his pounding
blows the agonizing pain. She needed to give him the same feeling. He started
to come up again and she twirled driving her foot straight to his neck, instead
he caught her foot and jerked it, she lost her balance and fell.

Balling his hand into a fist he began to smash her sex with a flurry of rapid
fire shots. She screamed and tried to pull away. The pain so intense as she
felt tears come to her eyes. He didn't let up until she brought her free leg
over, twisting her body as she did to drive her heel into his chin. Grabbing
her sex she moaned and whimpered, she couldn't stand or move much from the
pain.

He stood and looked down at her. She could see the anger, the passion, the need
in his eyes as she writhed on the floor from the pain of his blows. Her sex was
on fire as he grabbed her legs and pulled them apart. Slapping at her hands til
she moved them, he rested the tip of his cock against her opening and then
drove hard and deeply into her. She screamed, her sex feeling as if he was
tearing her apart. She hadn't realized that she was beginning to swell from the
punishing blows and her inner walls clenched tightly around him. When he began
to thrust, she thought she was going to die. She screamed with each one until
finally pleasure began to overtake her and she was thrusting against him.
Whimpering with the need for release, the feel of his cock so huge within her.

"This is how I want it, bitch. I want you to scream, and cry until your body
takes over and makes you feel the pleasure I am giving you. I want you to hate
me and then love me. Now cum for me, bitch." As he said that he drove his fist
into her belly and she screamed her orgasm. Her body bucking against his,
aching and hurting as she screamed, he came inside her and then pulled out.
Shoving a butt plug into her ass, he pulled her over to the wall and chained
her there as she knelt before him. He reached down and lifted her chin,
claiming her mouth in a deep kiss. He backed away and looked at her.

"Damn, girl, you please me." He smiled and walked out of the room. "Training is
over. You can learn as we fight now. Welcome to your new life, Jesse." He
called back as he shut off the lights and closed the door behind him. She could
hear his laughter as the plug began to vibrate in her ass and she knew she
wouldn't want anything different for her life now.

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