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Subject: {ASSM} Master in Training - part 4 of 4 (M+ f slave insertion)
Date: Thu, 30 May 2002 21:10:07 -0400
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Copyright (c) 1998 Murry Davis. ALL Rights Reserved This story may not
be reproduced in any form for profit without the written permission of
the author. This story may be freely distributed with this notice
attached. The author may be contacted at murry_davis@hotmail.com

It seems obvious, but my story is for adults only. If you are under
the age of 18 please stop reading now. My story is not for you. I will
not be held responsible if children read it. 

I would really love to hear your comments, good or bad, regarding
Master in Training.  Thanks and enjoy.

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Master in Training by Murry Davis

Chapter Four of Four

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The other guys are standing around the table watching us. They stroke
their hardening cocks with one hand as they hold their beer cans with
the other. 

"Way to go!" 

"Fuck that ass!" 

"Hey, that's my underwear," Bob exclaims. 

Pulling away from her spread legs, I say, "I guess you guys are ready
for some more." 

"Hell yes." 

"Let's get it on." 

"What are we going to do with her?" 

"I got a idea. We got any ice in the freezer?" 

"I don't know, I'll go look," Fred replies as he heads for the
kitchen. 

"Sure, there is, looks like four or five trays," Fred yells from the
kitchen 

"Well, bring them here." 

Fred soon appears balancing five trays of ice. "What've you got in
mind?" he asks. 

"I think we need to cool this hot slut down a little," Bob replies. 

Bob grabs a cube from the top tray and places it against Jennifer's
shaved cunt. She bucks her hips, encouraging Bob to slowly insert the
large cube into her cunt. The other guys, understanding what Bob has
in mind, each reach for a cube. Jack begins rubbing his cube against
one of her stiff nipples. Bob holds another cube to Jennifer's asshole
and begins to insert it. He has to push hard to get the cube past her
opening, but soon it disappears into her ass. 

"I wonder how many of these things she can take?" he says, reaching
for another cube. Melted ice begins to drip out of her openings as he
shoves another up her cunt. 

Meanwhile, Jack and Fred have been teasing her breasts with the icy
cold objects. Her nipples look like they're trying to leave her body.
Bob inserts another cube up her ass. "Damn, that's three," he says. 

He continues to insert the cubes until her cunt and ass are
overflowing. I'm amazed as I look at her crotch. Her cunt is
distended, and the corner of an ice cube peaks lewdly out her ass.
I notice goosebumps across her body and I know her guts must be
freezing. 

"Hey, look what I've found," Fred says, showing off a roll of gray
duct tape. 

"Great, let me have a piece of that stuff," Bob says. 

Pulling off a strip of tape, he positions it over Jennifer's cunt and
ass, securing the ice from falling out. "Damn, will you look at that!"
he exclaims. 

Jack steps up to Jennifer's face and looks down at her. "I bet that
will cool you off," he tells her. She stares back at him with blank
eyes. He pulls the underwear out of her mouth and tosses them to the
floor. "I've got to fuck your pretty little mouth," he says as he rubs
his cock against her chin. Jennifer moans slightly, but says nothing
as he penetrates her lips, plunging deep into her throat. 

Bob jumps up onto the table and straddles her body. He grabs a breast
in each hand and wraps them around his stiff cock. "I've never fucked
tits before," he says as he begins fucking the hollow created by her
breasts. 

Fred simply stands beside her and strokes his stiff cock. He looks
like he's contemplating what to do with her next. 

Ted, since he nearly destroyed her ass with his monster cock, has been
quietly watching everyone else have fun. His huge member hangs limp.
Even limp, however, it's still larger than anyone else's raging
hard on. 

"Oh shit!" Jack exclaims as he shoots his load down Jennifer's throat.
I watch as she struggles to swallow his spunk, but she chokes and I
see Jack's cum flow out her nose. Droplets land on her chin. "Christ
man, it's coming out her nose!" he exclaims. Slowly he pulls his
flaccid cock from her lips. 

"I've got her next." Fred says as he moves Jack out of the way and
shoves his cock down her well-fucked mouth. 

Bob continues fucking Jennifer's tits. He holds on to them as if he's
trying to rip them off. Soon he shoots his load all over her bruised
and battered breasts. Rubbing his spunk into the skin as if it's some
kind of lotion, he says, "You guys won't believe how soft these tits
are." 

Fred impales his cock deep in her throat and begins filling it with
more cum. "This slut really knows how to suck cock," he happily says. 

"What are we going to do with her now?" 

"I don't know, what haven't we already done to her? 

"Would you look at that ice, it's melting all over the floor." 

"Let's see how she looks," Bob says as he rapidly pulls the duct tape
away from her mound and ass. 

"ARRGHH!" Jennifer cries out. Ice cubes fall out of her cunt and ass,
bouncing around on the floor. "Oh god, it's so cold!" she exclaims. 

"Shut up, bitch, or we'll stick that underwear back down your throat."

Bob sticks two fingers up her cunt as he checks to see how much ice is
still up there. Removing his hand, he pauses long enough to pinch her
clit, making her exclaim, "Oh yes!" He moves his probing fingers to
her ass and discovers that most of the ice has melted. 

"Damn, her ass is so hot it's sizzling," he says. 

"Let's see what else we can fit up those holes." 

"Yeah!" they say in unison as they search the house for suitable
items. 

While they're looking, I watch as several half-melted ice cubes slide
out of her cunt and drip down the inside of her legs. 

Jack appears with a silver flashlight he's discovered, and approaches
her spread legs. Placing the handle against the lips of her cunt, he
slowly inserts the blunt object. He moves it in and out a few times,
inserting it as deep as it will go. With one insertion, the light
clicks on and shines out of her cunt like some kind of bizarre torch.

"Hey guys look at this," Jack says. 

"Man, will you look at that." 

"Wow, she's lit up like a Christmas tree." 

"I've found an old Coke bottle. Let's see how far it will go up her
ass." 

The bottle is soon thrust deep into her bowels. The men stand back,
admiring their handiwork. 

"Wish I had a camera, nobody's going to believe this." 

The Coke bottle is shoved so far up her ass that the only thing
visible is a small part lewdly poking out. The flashlight is shoved up
her cunt as far as it can go, its light shining across the floor. 

"Oh!" I hear Jennifer utter under her breath. 

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Ted standing in the kitchen
doorway. He had been so quiet, it was easy to forget he was here.
Before I can react, he rushes toward Jennifer screaming at the top of
his lungs, "Slut! Slut! Slut!" At first we all freeze with shock. As
if in slow motion I see light flash from a large knife held in his
right hand and I finally realize what's going on. 

He reaches her helpless body and raises the knife high into the air.
Before he can lower the deadly weapon, I'm upon him. Leaping into him,
we both crash to the floor. Reaching for the knife, I grab it out of
his hand. and toss it across the room. "Slut! Slut! Slut!" he
continues to cry as I struggle to keep him beneath me. Finally, the
other men come to my aid and soon we all four have him pinned to the
floor. 

"Jesus!" 

"He's crazy!" 

"Hold on to him!" 

Ted begins to relax and stops struggling with us. He starts sobbing
deeply and begins to babble incoherently about sluts and how he's
going to hell for what he's done. Seeing that he's no longer a threat,
I get up and move toward Jennifer's bound body. I reach for the
flashlight and Coke bottle and quickly pull them out of her. I toss
them to the floor and reach to untie her. "OK, that's enough for
tonight. Things have gotten out of control," I say as I loosen the
bindings. 

"What happened?" she says as I lift her into my arms. 

Ignoring her question, I tell the stunned men, "We're leaving. Try to
clean up this mess and lock the door when you're done." 

They stare at us as I carry her out the front door. Carefully I place
her still nude body in the passenger seat, and shut the door. Walking
to the trunk of my car, I open it, and remove a small emergency
blanket. I walk to the driver's door and get behind the wheel. I turn
to her and spread the small blanket over her. 

"What happened?" she asks again. 

Silently, I pull out of the drive and turn the car toward my
apartment. Only now do I begin to shake. My heart races in my chest
and I can feel the blood pounding in my skull. What have I gotten
mixed up with? I ask myself. I must be crazy. What if I hadn't been
fast enough? I glance over at her. She is quietly staring out the
window. 

"Is this what you want?" I quietly ask her. 

"What do you mean?" she replies. 

"Letting strange men abuse you like that." 

"Let's not go into that again. You know what I want, what I need." 

"I just wanted to be sure." 

"What the hell happened back there?" 

I look at her, trying to decide what I should tell her. She stares
back at me, dried cum covering her face. Her eyes, though, are
defiant, and I know I've got to tell her the whole truth. 

"Ted went crazy," I begin. "He came at you with a butcher knife. If
I'd been a second slower, he would have killed you." 

She just stares out the window as I explain what had happened. "You
think I'm crazy, don't you?" she finally says. 

"I don't really know what to think at this moment. Today seems like
its lasted forever. You break into my apartment and wake me up with a
blow job. You ask me to be your guardian angel while you slut yourself
out to strangers. Finally, at your insistence, I get some buddies of
mine together for a gang bang, and one of them goes crazy and tries to
kill you. You ask me if I think you're crazy? I think you have a
problem. I think you're a beautiful woman and you don't need to demean
yourself like this. I think I must be nuts to have agreed to help
you," I tell her. 

She sits in stunned silence for a couple of minutes. Finally, she
quietly begins to speak, "Thank you for stopping Ted. I knew you would
protect me. I know that my obsessive desires can place me in jeopardy.
I've never had anyone go crazy like that before. Normally, they just
fuck the hell out of me. I've never had someone try to kill me." She
shakes her head in disbelief. "If you don't want to become involved
with me and my life, I can certainly understand. I know I'm different
from other people. I can't help it. I get off on being humiliated and
used by strangers. I'm not going to give it up and become Miss Prim
and Proper. If you can't accept that, then we need to end this now.
I'll try to find someone else who can accept me for what I am," she
finishes. 

I glance over at her and discover tears running down her cheek. She
looks so helpless and frightened. I guess coming so close to death may
have that effect on anyone. I reflect on the past day. I remember the
time we had together this morning. Being wakened with a blow job was
wonderful. I realize how much I've grown to care about her and I know
that I cannot abandon her now. I don't want to see her get hurt. 

"I'm not saying I don't want to continue. It's just that..." I choke
on my words. "It's just that I'm starting to care about you. I don't
want to see you get hurt." 

As I finish speaking, we pull into the drive outside our apartments. I
park and turn off the ignition. 

"That's sweet of you to say that. I knew you were a compassionate man
the minute I laid eyes on you. I didn't mean to freak you out so much
the first day. Maybe I should have moved slower, but slow is not my
way," she tells me as she stares out the window. 

"We need to get you cleaned up. Do you think you can stand?" I ask her
as I open my door and step out. 

"I think I can," she says. 

I open the door for her and gently help her to her feet. She leans
against me, but remains standing. I slowly lead her to the entrance.
The small blanket I wrapped around her is not large enough to cover
her entire body. Her bruised and battered ass is exposed to the air.
As we enter the building and head for the elevator, I notice an old
lady standing near her apartment door. She is inserting her key and
doesn't at first notice us. She opens the door and begins to enter her
apartment before she glances our way. As we slowly walk past her, I
look into her wide eyes. She quickly closes her door and I can hear
the locks clicking into place. 

We reach the elevator and press the up button. I watch as the overhead
lights signal its approach. The door opens and a man emerges. He is in
such a hurry, he doesn't even notice Jennifer's condition. We enter
and the doors close. 

I take her to my apartment and lay her on the bed. I run a warm bath
and lead her to the water. She slowly covers herself with its soothing
warmth. I sit on a stool beside the bath and watch as she closes her
eyes. 

"Mmmm, this feels good," she says. 

"Those guys really worked you over." 

"Yeah, it was pretty good." 

"Why do you want to be abused like that?" I quietly ask her. 

"It's all I've ever been good at. I've tried "normal" sex before and
it doesn't have any of the excitement and danger I need," she answers.
"Do you have any idea how many times I've cum today? I do. I try to
keep track of them. I've cum 23 times today. My first orgasm of the
day occurred while I was sucking off the janitor for your key." 

I just look at her in amazement. I've never known anyone that keeps
track of their orgasms. 

"How many men did you fuck yesterday?" I ask her. 

"Well, let me see, hmmm, there was the bag boy at the grocery store.
The two guys from the gas station. Oh, they were so good too. I've got
to remember to go back to that station. Uh, there was the man I met in
the parking lot. Well, I only gave him a blow job. I had my normal
gang bang at the office yesterday. Must have been four or five guys
this time." 

"Your office?" I ask. 

"Sure. Oh, I guess I haven't told you...I work as a secretary at a law
office downtown. At least, that's my official job title. Really, I'm
just the office whore. All the young attorneys use me as their cum
receptacle. I'm available to them whenever they need me. I guess being
an attorney can be pretty stressful and so they use me to relieve
some of that stress. I usually give eight to ten blow jobs a day and
most days end with a gang bang. I've worked there for two years now.
Its almost become routine." 

"Damn," is all I can say. 

"Now let's see, Oh, of course, how could I forget Richard and his two
friends. Richard was one of the guys that helped me move a couple of
days ago. Of course, I fucked all of them. He came back for seconds
and brought a couple of friends along to participate. I guess they
didn't believe him. I convinced em though," she smiles as she
remembers the encounter. 

"I think that was all of them, but I might be forgetting someone," she
adds. 

"Wow, you did all that just yesterday?" 

"Sure. That's a normal day for me. If I don't get fucked at least five
or six times a day, preferably by different cocks, I feel like shit." 

"Is there anything you won't do?" 

"Well, I once had this guy try to pierce my breast with a long needle.
I don't get into that kind of shit. I don't like water sports or scat,
but I'll do it if I have too. Oh, and I really don't get into animal
sex either. I've had some encounters with women, but I don't go out of
my way looking for that. I don't mind a little whipping action, as
long as it doesn't get out of hand. I'm happiest if you just tie me up
and stick cocks in all of my holes. Until Ted went ballistic, I was
really enjoying myself tonight with your friends. The ice trick I've
had done to me before and I don't really like it, but it sure seems to
excite some men." 

I just sit quietly and listen to her. I hadn't heard her speak this
much all day. She talked about these things as if they were a normal
every day occurrence. I guess they were for her. 

'You know, I just realized, I don't even know your last name," I tell
her. 

"Pearson," she says. 

"What?" 

"Pearson, Jennifer Pearson. That's my name. I don't know your name
either, but to tell you the truth, I don't really want to know it. I'd
prefer just calling you Master. If that's OK with you, of course," she
says as she glances my way. 

I stare into her eyes and know what my answer will be. "Master would
be fine for now," I tell her. 

She lowers her eyes and says, "I'm glad your not quitting. I was
afraid you were too freaked out to continue." 

"I've got to admit, you're one bizarre woman, but I've kind of grown
attached to you. I'll continue to help you for now. I'm making no
promises on the future though." 

She leans over toward me and kisses me deeply. Our tongues dance, and
once again I can feel my cock come to life. Every time I think it's
out for the count, she revives it. Pulling away from me she stands up
and reaches for a towel. I help her dry off, copping a feel when I
can. 

Soon we're both in bed, my cock shoved far into her cunt. As I cum
deep within her, I wonder to myself what tomorrow will bring. I know
my life will never be the same. 

END

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