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{ASSM} Training a Girl Named Sleen {Crimcyn Tide} (MF nc MDom bd exhib)
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"Training a Girl Named Sleen" - part 1
   by Crimcyn Tide

 
Sleen knelt, caught up in the cruel contraption which was to be
the first step of many in her journey of re-education. She had
been forced to kneel and her head placed in a collar that angled
her face just so. Her lips and face were easily accessible should
any man walk past her and find himself drawn to her full lips.
Her head, after all, was at the perfect height for a blow job.

Her ankles were crossed and knees splayed wide, helped of course,
by the stern wooden slats that forced them apart. Her sex would
be visible to anyone who wished to look at her. The most unique
part of the training device was how it forced her to display the
perfect nadu with one exception. Her arms were drawn back at the
elbow and fastened in place with stout cord; elbows only a few
inches apart, and her wrists were bound in the traditional
fashion, crossed.

She looked like the epitome of submission. A girl bound by her
Master's will and displayed as a piece of property one could take
pride in. Her position was made subtly worse, between her legs
near her slave heat and anus were small nubbins. Each
meticulously positioned at the perfect height. When she was used,
they would press up against her and cause sensual stimulation
without ever allowing her to go too far. It was an inspired
device and cruel with its salacious intent. The only kindness was
a padded neck ring and chin rest.

Her first visitor arrived shortly after the first night watch. He
was a short stout man. He paused on his way back to his barracks
when he saw her. A smile touched his lips as walked into the room
where she was displayed.

He didn't speak to her as he unlaced his breeches and pulled out
his flaccid dick. He pushed it against her lips and parted them
with the head. She looked up at him pleadingly. Begging with her
eyes for him not to do this to her. He only chuckled and shook
his head. "You're a slut. Get used to it. Now, open or I will put
a ring in your mouth and keep it forced open. Trust me, you don't
want to be forced girl...."

She pulled her face back as far as it would go and licked her
lips before opening them for him. There was no discussion, no
cajoling he simply placed his cock in her mouth and commanded her
to suck him. "Suckle it slut." She complied, though her heart was
not in it. She sucked as an infant would suck a nipple. No tongue
action, no curious motions, just an attempt to draw liquid
through his dick and into her mouth as through a straw.

He groaned and pulled back forcing her to lean forward against
her padded collar. The flaccid length was growing and he stroked
himself a few times to encourage the necessary growth that was
needed.

Again the put the head to her lips and parted them, this time,
there was no conversation when he forced it into her mouth. The
swollen head arched along the roof of her mouth and banged into
the back of her throat, gagging her. As she wretched he grinned
and withdrew. When she swallowed and looked up, unexpected tears
were in her eyes and he plunged forward again, raping her lips.
His ardor was quick and fast. She was lucky that he was not
extremely large or thick. But his quick thrusts were hard to keep
up with.

As often as not, she would find herself choking on the violence
of his thrusts. As his speed increased, so did the saliva in her
mouth and when he withdrew, a string connected them. "Ahhh...
good slut... you hunger for me." He groaned and then shoved his
cock back in her mouth again. This time, his thrusts were long
and slow and he held the back of her head. Each time his cock
banged into the back of her throat she gagged and he held it
there.

She would panic, fearful that she would be deprived life giving
air and start to squirm. It seemed he liked her panicked
movements because as she did that he would thrust several more
times into her mouth, pulling her face into his musky groin.

Finally with a harsh thrust, his cock slid over her larynx and
deep into her throat where he pumped her gagging mouth and
delivered his seed directly into her belly. She had no choice,
bound as she was.

He didn't say anything as he tucked himself back into his
breeches and turned away from her tear stained face.

Sleen cried softly. She wished with all of her heart that she
could hold her arms around her chest and hug her legs and cry.
She wanted to wake from this nightmare and find herself home, in
the forest, where the trees and animals made her feel safe.

When she opened her eyes a large man loomed over her. "Tal slut."
he said cheerfully enough. "You and I are going to become well
acquainted. I understand that you are in training so I will
forgive any errors you may make. However, if you bite me, I will
be forced to yank on these." He said as he lifted up a pair of
jeweled nipple clamps. The clamps, though beautiful, were indeed
cruel. If pulled while holding flesh a small hooked needle would
pierce the skin and hold it fast for him. "Are we clear girl?" he
asked nonchalantly.

Sleen was not stupid and easily grasped the concept. She did not
know that he could not actually use them on her. She did not
belong to him. But the fear was in her eyes as he pulled out his
swelling organ. He was easily twice the size of the first man in
both length and thickness.

"Open slut..." he growled softly at her. His growl touched
something and she shifted on her knees and felt the nubbins press
against her. Surprising both of them, she moaned softly.

He needed no further encouragement as he placed the swollen head
against her lips and pushed it slowly into the confines of her
hot mouth. Her lips tender from the last incident curled around
the thick shaft of his sex. She was surprised to feel his head
filling her mouth and still able to see more of his cock to go
in.

He continued to push himself into her face and against the back
of her throat. Once again she panicked and squirmed. The nubbins
pressed into her and again made her moan, as she did so, her
throat released its tension and his cock slid another 2 inches
down her throat with ease. He withdrew and smiled down at her.

"I can smell you from here girl. I know you are in need and I
promise that once you earn your red silks, I will fuck you like
an animal. You will not be freed from me." His eyes held a deadly
promise that caused her bara to flutter and stir suddenly. She
moved. And moaned.

"Good girl, I am glad to see we have an understanding, now make
me cum. "

She opened her mouth this time, without being told to and he
shoved his fat cock into her mouth and slid its slick length deep
into her throat. He braced himself on the broad collar that
supported her head and rocked his hips as he fucked her face.

She took his cock with ease and moaned when she could. The rhythm
he gave her was easy to follow. It was a long easy slide into her
mouth and down to the hilt to let his balls rest on her chin and
then back again. Over and over he fucked her face. Long and slow.
Until her moans and his growls began a strange melodious
counterpoint to each other.

Finally his cock thickened and the heat caught at the back of her
throat. He jerked his cock head back and painted her lips with
his seed. The hot white ropy strands were slung from his cock in
several short jerks until finally he pushed the dripping tip back
into her mouth. "Clean me slut," was all he said. His voice left
no room for protest. So she cleaned him. He took his time,
gathering his seed from her chin and lips with the head of his
cock and feeding it to her again and again. When they were done
he ruffled her hair and walked away.

Once again, she was alone. This time, her cunt ached and her anus
twitched spasmodically. She remembered the braided handle and how
it felt up inside her and how her clit throbbed when she was
teased with her own body. It was too much to ask. Her back ached
as did her hips from her thighs being so far apart. She thought,
maybe she would beg relief for her shoulders and arms, maybe
asking that the thong be loosened on her elbows...maybe.

She realized that she dozed when a slap stung her face. "Whore,
part those fuck-lips for me...." Before her stood the second
shift captain. He was broad shouldered and narrow hipped and he
had mean shifty black eyes. He saw her wary eyes and cuffed her
again.

"If you want to learn from my cock, you'd best pay attention
slut. I don't have time to deal with idiot slaves." he sneered.
It was obvious he was a little man with a little power and he
didn't know how to wield it well, but she had no choice but to
submit to his will. "Open your mouth cunt." he snapped. When she
obediently complied he slapped her again anyway, not because she
misbehaved, but because she was there. He was the sort that
enjoyed giving beautiful women pain.

After the slap, he jammed a leather covered iron ring into her
mouth and tied it behind her head. She would have no chance to
regulate how much of him went into her throat. She tried to beg
but her sounds only seemed to excite him further.

Hasty fingers unlaced his breeches and freed his long slender
cock. She watched him with apprehension, but somewhere in the
back of her mind, she found it interesting that men had different
sizes and shapes. It sort of made sense if one thought about the
wide variety of people that existed.

His long cock hit the back of her mouth before half of him had
entered. Naturally she gagged, but she was better able to control
it. Her throat was sore and his hasty thrusts didn't help in the
least. He never kept his cock in her mouth; instead he pulled it
almost completely out before thrusting it harshly back in. Each
thrust was painful and made tears well in her eyes.

He made short work of her mouth and came with the tip just over
the rim of the leather ring and let his salty pud pool there for
her to savor. "Eh, you might be worth something in the long run,
but you'll never be sold for more than a few tarsks." he said,
degrading her. "So long slut. I might just come back and visit
you later."

He left her, ring and all, kneeling as he found her - naked and
alone.

She was thirsty, very thirsty. Her jaw ached with the leather
ring still in place and her saliva left her mouth awash in a pool
of cooling cum and spit. She couldn't even tilt her head back far
enough to swallow.

Miserable, aching and in need of refreshment she wept. What has
she ever done to deserve this? Nothing. She was a woman of Gor.
She had no home stone, no males to protect her. She lived in a
world of men and one had found her. She was the fool for not
taking better care. She was too prideful. That had been her
downfall. Thinking she was the equal of a man.

Soft fingers pulled her from her self-loathing reverie and cupped
her chin as warm brown eyes looked down on her. "Such a lovely
girl. Let me take this ring from your mouth. I am sure you are in
pain." he said softly.

He quickly removed the ring and let her close her mouth. She
swallowed without thinking and made a face at the cold cum from
the other man and felt sick for the first time since being in
this position.

"I am sure you thirst, but there are no orders allowing you to
slake your thirst. I'm sorry. But you are in training." He said
as he touched her head gently. She couldn't quite place him, or
why he seemed so nice. He seemed strangely out of place. He
didn't treat her as if she were property; rather he treated her
like she was his equal. She wasn't, she knew that, but he didn't
seem to. Perhaps it was because he was young.

"This is my second time, helping a girl." He said as he stroked
her hair gently. His touch was oddly comforting, but his words
jangled across her nerves like slivers of glass in the veins.
Something wasn't right... She was accustomed to pain and hurt,
when gentle kindness was presented to her, it felt all wrong.

"Are you ready then?" he asked quietly.

She simply nodded, not even really wanting to speak to him.

He nodded and opened his breeches. She was curious to see what he
had hidden there. His cock was neither overly large like the
second man, nor smaller than the first man. She licked her lips,
to moisten them and prepare them for whatever happened next.

He took his time and stroked her lips with his cock. Painting
them with the velvety smooth skin and teasing her lips until the
tickled unbearably and she was forced to chase the head of his
cock, just to keep him from tickling them any further.

He seemed to enjoy himself especially when her vagina or anus
came in contact with the nubbins. He smiled as he finally
relented and slid his cock into her mouth and fucked it. He held
her head gently, and let her choose the rhythm. Since her motion
was limited she moved only a few inches but her movements were
precisely what caused the nubbins to come into contact with her
pussy and ass.

She moaned louder as she suckled his cock and he stood, legs
parted, hands in her hair and fucked her face slowly as she
fucked him with her mouth. His moans and hers echoed in the empty
room until finally his became tense with anticipation.

He pulled back just as he erupted and shot hot spurts of cum into
her open mouth. One jerk caught him off guard and his cock thrust
into her mouth savagely, bruising her lips and chafing his cock.
It worked. Both seemed gratified by it because that thrust
pressed her against the nubbins and the abrasion made his orgasm
all the more intense.

Finally he returned to his clothed position and then caressed her
face lovingly. "You are a beautiful girl. I can't wait to see how
you are in a few hands from now. Sleep well little one."

He left her without another word.

As he left another man entered. He wore all black and lounged
against the doorframe as he regarded her.

"Well, look what we have here... Greetings slut, You look like a
meal ready to eat. Or should I say a 'girl' ready to eat?" he
chuckled malevolently. He had a dark aura of power around him and
it scared her to the core. He withdrew a slender blade and
twiddled it between his fingers, making it dance and glitter in
the light as he regarded her. "I suppose you're to be trained to
pleasure a man with your mouth hmmm?" He asked, clearly expecting
no answer.

She watched him with fear in her heart as he walked closer to her
as he held the glittering blade. He crouched in front of her; the
blade still twirled idly between his fingers. He was obviously a
craftsman with the blade and she was certain he was one of those
assassins she'd heard so much about.

The blade ended its dizzying dance and lowered below her sight as
he leaned in close. Once again fear shrank her heart. "Do you
know what happens to girls who continue to be of little value to
their owners?" he asked coolly.

She was afraid of him and could smell her fear on her like a
blanket of shame. She shook her head for fear that her voice
would fail her. "They are sold to cheap paga dens where the slut
comes with a cup of paga. And if that slut is unsatisfactory for
whatever reason, he can pay her purchase price and kill her. I
don't suppose you wish to become a slut such as that do you?"

As he'd spoken those words to her, she found herself leaning as
far away from him as possible. She shook her head again and
swallowed.

"I didn't think so." he said with a cold smile.

She felt cold steel pressed against her slave sex. She swallowed
again and looked at him fearfully. Her pulse had increased as had
the beads of anxious perspiration grew on her upper lip. She
licked her lips slowly, as her eyes stayed glued to his.

He chuckled softly and turned the cold metal so it threatened to
bite her sensitive pink sex. She held her breath in fear. Never
did she think a man could cause her so much fear, and here she
was, bound, helpless with a man who held a blade.

He withdrew the blade and let its chilling tip draw a red line
across her bara and circle an erect nipple with slow
deliberation. She almost wet herself with relief.

He nodded to himself as he saw her reaction and drew two fingers
over her slave sex. "You're an experienced slut aren't you? I can
tell from how wet you've made my fingers that you like fear and
the sex that follows from it. Don't you slut?"

She had felt when her cunt wet itself and had feared that it
might have been discovered. She had no way to answer him. She had
never been with a man and did not know if what he said was true.
She simply nodded, thinking it safer to agree with him than
disagree, after all, he did still have the blade.

He just nodded and unlaced his breeches.

He dragged his leather gloved had beneath her nose and then drew
his thumb across her lips. "Know the smell of leather well, slut.
Because you will not be far from it for the rest of your life."

She inhaled the rich scent of his leather. Male sweat mixed with
the animal hide and gave a musky scent that only a slave can
truly know. It held promise, intrigue and terror within its spicy
aroma. No other scent would ever have as much meaning to her as
this one did.

His gloved hand curled in the luxurious black waves of her hair
and gripped it firmly. It tightened and she gasped. As she did
so, the purpled crown of his cock slid past her bruised lips and
along her tongue. She moaned at the second tug of her hair and
then ground her ass against the nubbins that held the agony of
sweet release just out of reach.

"That's it whore, enjoy what you are about to receive." he said
menacingly. Below her, on the wooden surface glistened her
acceptance of her place in this world of men. She could do little
more than yield to his touch. He set the pace, and she sought
only to be the receptacle for him to deposit his seed into.

Each time her face nestled among the musky curls of hair at his
loins she inhaled his scent deeply and learned more about the
world of men. Her tongue slid along the shaft and felt the
ripples of the throbbing veins in his cock and reveled at the
smooth head as it explored there too.

He gave her enough time to acclimate herself to his size and
girth before fucking her in an unforgiving rhythm. If she failed
to follow it, he would not stop. She gagged a few times but
caught up with him and he smiled as he watched the transient
emotions track her face. "Mmm, good slut. You will be a good
asset to him." he said as his hips pressed his swollen throbbing
cock between her full lips, pushing then back and pulling them
out as he fucked her face.

Then, with slow deliberation, he pushed himself deep into her
throat. "You will swallow it all and be still until I am
through." he commanded softly.

She could do nothing but moan as the nubbins pressed against her
and she yielded to his command. She would either die of
asphyxiation from his cock or she would breathe life again...her
life was his at this moment and she knew it.

His cock thrust deep into her throat and throbbed dully before
thickening and lodging in the back of her throat. His hips thrust
several more times as his seed was pumped into her belly without
her consent. All she could see and smell was the leather of his
breeches and the musky scent of his cock.

Everything seemed to dim and then crystallize in that moment. She
existed to serve men. Her very life depended on it. He withdrew
and she sucked in a lung full of air and looked at him
gratefully. "This slut thanks you for a well taught lesson,
Master...." she said softly.

Beneath her cunt lay the evidence of her place in life and her
nipples attested to the divinity of her use. She yearned for this
and had never acknowledged it. But here she was; a slut for men
and her pussy ached to be used. What a whore she was....


                       -- To Be Continued --


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