Tongue vs pussy | Sara's Slave Training 6 | bdsm stories

For two more days the man was recuperating from the blow on his head. The girl was soon able to help him into the confines of the tumulus where she continued to care for him.

Then, when he was able to get up again, he said, “The time has come for your punishment."

The girl was silent as he looked around the cavern-like place and thought about just what he would do. Then he broke the silence by saying. "I have had plenty of time to think about what I would do to you."

Sarah cleared her throat and then Robert said, "But I always like an element of spontaneity in the tortures that I create. No two tortures should ever be precisely the same."

She had great admiration for the man's mind. She followed him as he went further into the depths of the chambers, following a passageway that the girl had not even realized was there.

Then he came to a room that was obviously kept for supplies. He looked around among the things that were there. Some of the items like the whips and spiked dildos looked very threatening to the girl. But, there were many other things such as rope and boards that simply looked like supplies for a construction site.

However, with the devious mind of Count Robert at work, the girl knew that the simple things in the underground passageway would take on an ominous use.

Then the count rushed out of the passageway, shouting to the girl to stay where she was.

He was back in about five minutes and he said, "I have just used the radio on the boat to communicate with my castle. I have asked them to send something here.”

Without any further explanation to the girl, the man took a large hunk of wood that looked like a number seven. The two beams were connected in such a way that they were not at right angles, but were at a slightly acute angle.

At both of the extreme ends of the two boards, there were metal eyes that seemed to be waiting for hooks to be attached to them

The man flipped the thing over so that the horizontal board was on the bottom and the longer board came up along the girl’s back.

With the wooden contraption in that position he pushed the horizontal board quickly through the girl's legs so that they were forced apart. She gasped at the sudden contact with the wood.

"Hold this in place," he said, as he bent down for the rope.

The girl had her right arm bent backwards holding the long board along her back and she had her left hand down between her legs, holding that extension of the board in place.

When the man produced the rope, she wondered what he was going to do with it. He was also not certain of the exact configuration that he would make with the rope. But he was going to make the girl uncomfortable. That was for sure.

Robert started off by attaching one end of the rope to the hook that was at the top of the wooden contraption. He pulled the rope and wrapped it around the girl's right wrist.

Suddenly, rather than the girl holding the wooden thing, the wooden thing was holding onto her.

When he had pulled the rope around that wrist two times, the girl looked back nervously. Her hand was pulled up behind her back as if she were being forced to touch the back of her neck, in a very contorted manner.

Then Robert tugged the rope through the girl's left armpit and wrapped it around that arm two times. When he pulled it across the front of her body, he tugged it over her right breast and wrapped it very tightly around the fleshy boob.

Pulling her hand away from the horizontal board that was between the girl's legs, he tugged on the rope so that he could wrap it around that arm.

When he did that, the girl suddenly felt the pressure of the board that was pulling down on her other arm. She pressed her legs together so that she could hold the board in place.

Meanwhile the man wrapped the rope around her arm in three other spots. Then he 53

made a knot in the rope and he pushed the rest of it down to the eye that was extended from the end of the horizontal beam that was between the girl's legs.

He managed to tie that end of the rope to that beam, but there wasn't much rope left and he had to make it very tight when he did that.

Sarah was writhing in pain as she tried to walk. When her right arm would try to relax a little bit and she would pull on the rope, there would be a chain reaction that would tug the board and would press it up between her pussy lips.

Then, if she moved her left arm a fraction of an inch in either direction, she would either squeeze her breast and cut into the flesh with the rope, or she would force the board to cut into the tender flesh that was around her pussy slit.

"Follow me!” the man commanded as he walked briskly down the hall.

The girl was hunched over as she tried to follow him with the uncomfortable bonds on her body.

"I expect you to keep up with me!” he snapped when he came to the exit of the corridor.

Sarah could hardly move along the rocky incline that was the hillside of the island.

But, she forced herself to follow even though the bulky contraption that was bound to her body made movement very difficult for the girl.

Then the man turned to her and said, “Now I shall have you prepare my food and feed it to me.”

Sarah whimpered a little bit. She couldn’t imagine how she could go about preparing the man’s food. But, slowly she managed to do it.

She had to try to position things with her bound left hand, even though she was right handed. Then, when she had completed that preparation, she carried the bowl to the man who was sitting on the side of the hill, watching, for the approach of something.

He looked off into the distance as he said, “Feed me, girl!”

She rested the bowl on a rock and carefully dipped the spoon into the food. But as she moved her body around to try to get the spoon close enough to her master’s lips, some of the food spilled on him.

Jumping up quickly, Robert snapped "You little incompetent wench! You have spilled it on me!” Then he tossed the food onto the ground. The girl had spent more than an hour preparing the meal and now it was on the ground, a mess that was sliding down the hillside.

Then the man reacted to something he saw in the distance. The girl turned and saw a boat that was moving toward the island. For a moment she was self-conscious about her nudity and her bound position, but then she remembered that the count had asked for something from his castle.

She wondered what would be aboard the boat? Would it be something to add to the girl's misery?

"I am expecting something to make up for your incompetence!" the man said as he strode down the side of the hill toward the boat and told Sarah to wait where she was.

When the boat docked, Sarah was startled to see that the beautiful black-haired girl who had been tortured in the room while Sarah had watched, was stopping out of the boat.

The count seemed courteous to the girl who was dressed only in the same black boots that Sarah was wearing. As the two of them climbed up the hillside, the count seemed to be smiling at the other girl and Sarah felt herself flushing crimson.

"Veronique," the man said to the dark-haired beauty. “This is Sarah. I thought it might do Sarah some good to see the way that a real slave behaves."

The girl he called Veronique stood up very tall and proud. Sarah felt hatred and jealousy for that girl and tried to hide those reactions as best she could But, during the next hour Sarah was forced to stand there in her bonds as Veronique was allowed to serve Count Robert. Sarah wanted to do something, but she did not dare.

Robert was lying on his stomach and Veronique was massaging the powerful muscles that were moving under the taut flesh of his back.

Sarah could feel a tension in her back, but as she tried to move under the weight of the wooden thing that was tied to her back she realized that it was pressing into her body.

She was being pulled apart in all directions by the pressure of the wooden beam.

After Veronique had serviced the man for an hour, the count got up from the rocky ground that was below him and he said, “We should also show Sarah one other thing.”

Veronique looked at the girl. Sarah saw a viciousness in the girl’s dark gaze that seemed to be quite unpleasant. Although Veronique had not said a word, Sarah sensed the animosity that the girl felt. They both knew that they were rivals.

And nobody knew that better than the count. He was utilizing the rivalry of the two girls and playing them off against one another in a most mercenary way.

"Sarah should realize,” he said in a playful voice that scarcely hid his mocking nature,

"that when slaves are obedient and perform well for their masters, they get rewarded."

The blonde girl looked up at her master. She knew that after all of the other indignities that she had faced, she was now going to see her rival rewarded.

Sarah grimaced as she thought about the way in which she had nursed the count back to health. But, try as she might, she could not feel any animosity for the count.

It was as though he were above her hatred and she, on the other hand, were below his contempt. There was a strange way in which the girl felt grateful that the man way actually paying that much attention to her.

Actually she had started to feel complimented that he had actually taken her to the island for her slave training. He was taking out a great deal of time on her behalf.

On the one hand it might be thought that it was a lack of self-esteem that made the girl feel that she was flattered by the little bit of attention from the count, but on the other hand it was a matter of increased self-esteem.

She was no longer a person. She was an extension of the count, a possession of the count. And, in a strange sort of way, she felt that she had been elevated by being his possession.

"Veronique has done very well for me,” the count said as he looked at the black-haired girl.

Then he instructed that girl to lean against a rock, which she did. She was leaning back and she had her legs spread so that her shaved pussy lips were exposed.

Turning to Sarah, the count said, "I want you to go over there and eat her pussy.”

Sarah gasped and would have stepped back had it not been for the confinement of the wooden thing that attached to her body.

When Sarah did not move, the count came up to her and faced her, saying, “Do you think that you could be worthy of my cock if you are unwilling to do as I say?”

The nervous girl shook her head in response to his question. Then she walked to Veronique, the wooden board scraping between her legs each time that she took a step.

“On your knees!” the count called out from behind the girl.

She fell to her knees clumsily because of the wooden contraption on her back. When the girl tumbled down she heard Veronique giggling softly.

Sarah flushed crimson and felt the rage burning inside of her. Then she looked up to face the spread pussy lips. Her master had commanded her to eat those lips and she had never before even thought of the possibility of sucking a cunt.

The girl pressed her lips against the other girl's cunt slit. Then she rubbed her closed mouth up and down along the moist slit and she could feel the juice that was already dripping onto the wrinkled cunt lips.

When she pulled her mouth away from the other girl's body by an inch, she could feel the moisture that was already clinging to her unwilling lips.

Automatically Sarah darted her tongue out of her mouth and licked the dripping moisture from her upper lip. She had her first taste of pussy juice and she found that it was not as terrible as she had expected it to be.

Then the girl pressed her lips against the pussy slit once more and she rubbed her mouth up and down. She finally parted her lips and the moist flesh that was on the inside of her lips and against her gums rubbed against the other girl's cunt flesh.

Finally, opening her mouth completely, the beautiful blonde girl rubbed the tip of her tongue against the wrinkled pussy flesh of the other girl. She pressed her tongue up against one side of the cunt and then she slid it down along the other side.

Once she felt the supple flesh giving under her tongue, she began to slide her mouth and tongue muscle around more on the moistening pussy.

The she shoved her tongue forward into the snatch and she felt the pussy slit spreading apart. As soon as her tongue was inside of the cunt, she could feel the pussy lips snapping shut around her invading tongue and she tried to loosen the grip that clasping down on her.

Sarah wanted to reach up and spread the cunt apart so that she would not feel so confined by the tight thing. But she could not do that. She was bound to the wooden beam that was positioned through her legs.

So, the only thing she could use was her tongue. She tried to get it to loosen the pussy lips that were clinging around it, but she could not.

The only thing that Sarah could do was to flex and unflex her tongue in the tightly clinging pussy that was surrounding her tongue muscle.

But, as the girl was doing that simple and very small act, it turned out that it was enough for the other girl’s pleasure. Her tongue was pushing up and down against the cunt flesh and that was giving Veronique a great deal of pleasure.

Sarah soon realized that Veronique’s pussy was quivering with excitement and moving around her tongue in a very erotic way. The pussy flesh was quivering and undulating wildly.

Then there was a flow of moisture from the cunt meat that was surrounding the blonde girl's tongue. That was helping to lubricate the wet contact between tongue and cunt.

As the two of them were locked together, with Sarah's tongue up Veronique's pussy, the man who was master to both of them was standing to the side and watching the scene with growing excitement inside of his black leather jock.

Sarah was able to get her tongue much further into the pussy slit and when she did that, she started to actually fuck the pussy with her tongue.

She would plunge her tongue very far into the tightly clinging cunt. She would push the walls of pussy flesh apart with the sheer force of her invading tongue.

And then she would pull her tongue back out of the pussy, tickling the walls of flesh as she did so. She was literally fucking the girl with her tongue.

Soon, as Sarah became more and more confident in what she was doing, she was able to move her tongue in and out of the other girl's pussy slit with amazing speed.

Each time that she pulled back from the cunt, she could feel the walls of flesh closing around the space that she had just vacated and each time that she pushed forward into the tight confines of the pussy, she could feel the walls giving way in front of her invading tongue.

There was an electricity in the contact of the tongue with the twat.

Then Sarah could feel a change in the other girl’s body. The girl was pushing her hips forward and pressing them up so that her cunt was being squashed into Sarah’s face.

Sarah tried to turn her head back so that it would be much simpler for her to get her lips against the girl’s slit, but she could not manage to do it. The boards that were still strapped to her body were keeping her from making any comfortable movement.

But, suddenly, Sarah felt like her tongue was being pulled out by the roots. She felt her tongue being tugged up into the pussy and being ripped by the pressure of the cunt walls.

Veronique grunted in a loud voice and Sarah knew that this was just the first of a series of orgasms that would rock the girl’s pussy.

Tug after tug followed as Sarah’s tongue was battered by the pussy flesh.

Finally, the dark-haired beauty fell backwards on the rock and allowed Sarah to pull her bruised tongue away from the undulating pussy flesh.

Sarah could feel the cunt cream that was dribbling down from the side of her lips, but she could not reach up to wipe it away. It was already drying there and she was helpless.

Without paying the least bit of attention to Sarah, the count escorted Veronique back down the hillside to the waiting boat. Then he stood there watching as the girl went back to the mainland.

Meanwhile, Sarah had a lot of time to think as she lay helpless up the side of the hill.

She could not stand up because of the heavy wooden thing that was burdening her.

She simply had to wait for the count to come up the hill and to tell her his pleasure.

She imagined that when he was up the hill he would tell her to stand and she would try to explain that she was incapable of doing it. But, then she would be punished for that.

The girl shut her eyes, but no tears came into her eyes. She didn't know what she felt.

She only knew that there was something inside of her that was telling her that she had to follow any instruction that the count gave her.

When he was back up the hill and standing over the girl, he looked down at her and said, “Have you ever eaten a pussy before this?”

“No," she said in a very soft voice. There had been no words spoken for a long time.

Veronique had been absolutely silent during all of the time that she had been on the island. The only sound that had disturbed them for the previous half hour had been the noise of Sarah’s tongue and lips slurping at Veronique's pussy.

"Have you ever thought about eating a pussy?” the man asked in the same flat tone

“No!” the girl replied without any hesitation at all.

"Did you feel any desire at all to eat the girl’s pussy?” Robert asked intently.

“No!”

“Look in my eyes!” the dark-eyed count demanded. “Tell me that you did not wish to eat the pussy.”

The girl’s lips fell open as she gazed into the dark eyes of the handsome man. Then in a soft voice she said, “I never wished to eat a pussy before this, but… since it was your wish that I should… do it. Then… it was my wish as well.”

“My wish is your wish,” he said in a voice that was hardly a whisper.

"Yes!" the girl agreed. "Your wish is the only wish that I know!"

"And you are my slave!” he said in a voice that was sure and confident.

"I am your slave!” she said. "There is nothing else that I would rather be."

Robert leaned down and began to work at untying the bonds that were holding the girl to the horrible wooden contraption. "You no longer need this," he said in a pleasant tone.

The girl understood just what he meant. She knew that there were bonds on her body that were much more powerful now. She was bound by the commitment of her slavery and she did not need ropes to hold her in place.

Her master's will would keep her just where he wanted to have her. And she would be happy with that.

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