After a brief knock, the door was answered by Brooke Monk, completely naked, smiling cutely at
her master. "Hey you," they both said to each other. She brought him in for a deep kiss, and he
moved one hand to her waist and the other over her pussy, losing himself in her folds. He
continued to play in her womanhood as the kiss ended and they turned their attention to the
barely conscious tiny teen body lying on the bed in a fetal position with a collar around her neck,
chain connected to the bedpost, breathing heavily, dried tears on her face, eyes staring forward
at nothing. He didn't know what Brooke had done to her, but there were light bruises, and her
skin was red in places. Her ankles and wrists were raw. At least he knew she'd made sure
Rachel was hydrated, so that she would be nice and wet for him in all her holes, and that she'd
know her place and be ready to treat him with respect. "Anything I should know?" he asked
leisurely. "Hmm no, she went down pretty easy, didn't put up too much of a fight. She'll be a
good girl." He thanked her and told her she would be rewarded, slapped her ass affectionately
and sent her out of the room.
Now he turned his attention toward Rachel. He climbed onto the bed behind her, making his
presence known, speaking softly but commandingly. "Hey baby… glad to see you made it
through the practice. You ready for the real thing now?" He placed his hand gently on the upper
part of her ass and lower back. It covered a great deal of her skin. She startled and flinched,
raising her head slightly but still not ready to look at him and face what was about to happen.
"It's okay. You don't have to do anything yet. Be still." He came in closer and moved his hand so
he was shoving her down into the bed, still savoring the feeling of her soft teen skin. He looked
over every inch of her, and then did the same with his hands, lingering on her sensitive parts.
He pushed his fingers into her folds and played around in her entrance, that beautiful part that
blurs the line between being inside her and not. She moaned at this. "That's a good girl. Nice
and easy." Now he was ready to get this going. He pulled her side down onto the bed so she
was face up and climbed on top of her in the same motion, forcing her to stare at him. After
removing the collar, he placed one hand firmly around her throat and the other cupping her
breast. He smiled at her in something like awe and adoration, played with her hardening nipple.
Now he spoke again. "Seems like Brooke's done her job well, hm? Time for the ultimate test.
You ready to do as she commanded?" Rachel's mouth hung open stupidly, dissociating and
struggling to get enough oxygen. It was all she could do to give in. She nodded slowly and
closed her mouth, feeling lightheaded. "Good girl." he chuckled and said with a smile. He
brought one leg off her and placed it between hers. "Show me how you spread it." She
obediently opened her free leg revealing her glistening cunt, Her lips still stuck to each other
from her half-dried juices. He watched as they slowly came unstuck so that she was open to
him. He took the opportunity to run his fingertips around and over her womanhood gently. "Use
your hands now." And she did, using her fingers to pull apart the skin and open her slit. He
showed her the tip of his tongue through his teeth in a signal she remembered Brooke
instructing her on, and she showed him her ahegao. "Good girl," he said again, and went in for a
taste. He kissed her clit adoringly and lapped up the clear sticky liquid that had formed a film
over her entire vulva, easing his tongue inside her for a brief moment. He came up for air. "You
ready for this?" He placed himself between her legs and brought her hand to his huge dick,
showing her to jerk it. She nodded, still in a daze. "I'd like you to do it." he asked her. She stifled
a sob, but nodded again. She showed his cock to her entrance and guided it as he pushed in.
She moaned involuntarily and his mouth dropped in awe. Brooke had done her job. Rachel was
the perfect balance of being ready but still tight. He didn't fuck her yet, just eased it in slowly
until it wouldn't go in any further. They both watched in contradicting emotions as the better part
of his length disappeared inside her. "Oh my god…" he released. "Show me how you do it." He
took her wrist aggressively and forced her to rub her own clit while he watched from above. He
started fucking her slowly as he leaned forward and pinned her down. One hand on her other
wrist which was now firmly above her head, stretching out her beautiful breast on that side, the
other hand around her throat. He never took his eyes off her clit, especially as her hips began to
move back and forth from the pleasure. She was lost to it. Her body looked like that of a child's
under his massive muscular form. She could see the scene from above looking in the mirror on
the ceiling, how pitiful and helpless she looked. And she felt it too. It was more than just knowing
that there was no point in fighting. It was truly feeling it: her arm pinned down, any resisting she
could muster probably felt like nothing to him; her head and neck immobilized from his grip
which was holding her still and threatening to choke her out; her legs in the air, useless; her
other hand glued to her clit out of fear, making circles with her fingertips. And all the while his
dick mercilessly pounded deep into her body, gaining speed. She realized what she was in this
moment. She'd lost her personhood. She had no autonomy. She was nothing but a body. She
felt so sick, and began to weep silently. She summoned the last of her strength and willpower
and managed to pull her hand from her clit and place it on his lower abs in a weak protest,
pushing him away gently. She sobbed and shook her head, wallowing in her own futility; the
sobs almost sounding like moans. He brought his gaze to her face to find it shining with tears,
covering her face and streaming down the sides. He smiled chidingly. He leaned down and
began to kiss her puffy, trembling lips. She accepted this. She couldn't not, allowing his tongue
to penetrate her deeply. He moved to kiss the rest of her face, lapping her tears away, feeling
her eyelids on his lips. He brought his other hand to her throat, both of them barely fitting over
her tiny neck. He bade her to make use of her now free hands as he brought his body close to
hers, and place them on his lower back and ass, encouraging him to plunge deeper, harder. He
squeezed her neck only a little and she was gone. The torture she'd endured, the starvation,
exhaustion, manipulation and coercion, and now the obvious threat to her life had all culminated
in an instant. Adding to this was the reinforcement that she was into it. She had allowed this to
happen, let him climb on top of her and fuck her, now she was literally pulling his body into hers
with her hands, and she hadn't even said no. She had no leverage. So she gave in. Having lost
the will to fight, the pleasure built in her body; her hips moved with his. Her mouth hung open
and she screwed up her face. Before she knew it she was leaning into him, her cheek pressed
against his, and her hand had moved to his neck, tenderly holding him. Her other hand had
moved to his back and now was making tracks with her fingernails. All of this encouragement
came to him. He pulled away just enough to throw her legs over his shoulders and push her up
so that only her head and neck were on the bed. He was drilling down on her. She let out light
screams and gasps each time he plunged back down into her. Her arms fell to the bed and
grasped at the sheets. His hands found their way to her thighs, wrapping around them and
massaging them, exploring her body, before moving to her waist so that he could pull her into
him harder, use her like a fleshlight. Again she saw herself from above. She barely recognized
herself. In one final moment of clarity, she fought back a sob, eyes wet, lips trembling, she
shook her head, holding his gaze, begging him desperately, "Please" was all she was able to
say. 'Please don't do this.' She hoped he would hear. He loved this moment, when he knew that
she was one step away from losing herself completely. One small action was all it would take,
and she would belong to him. Without breaking his rhythm, he reached down and took her
throat in his hand again. A dim light in her wide eyes begged him one last time, before it
reverted inward and was lost to her subconscious, replaced by a passion, a need to release.
Her eyes narrowed in a sultry expression and one hand went over his, encouraging him to
choke her. The feeling in her body changed, became more intense. She began twisting and
contorting, her moans growing in intensity. She felt the pleasure most in her lower abdomen,
before it moved quickly down inside her to her pussy, manifesting in the muscles of her inner
walls tensing. At first they were random and erratic, giving him a nice feeling of pressure, but
soon they became more frequent, massaging his dick from inside. He'd never felt anything like
it. "Oh my god" he exclaimed amidst both of their moans. "Holy shit… what the fuck?" His face
moved involuntarily, eyebrows knit together. He never felt this type of pleasure before. Before
long every movement he made inside her was met with her muscles squeezing tight, the same
way she would with her hands if she were jerking him off, like her pussy was alive and
responding to the pleasure, as though it were designed to milk the cum from him. But he wasn't
ready to. He wanted to try so many positions, fuck her for hours, but her pussy was steadfast,
and her face said it all. She would get what she wanted. Time slowed down. He was pounding
her every second but each time he plunged down it felt like eternal bliss, the squeezing
sensation elongating the moment. Her opening had become a vice grip. He couldn't pull out all
the way if he wanted to, and the way the muscles contracted encouraged him to go deeper,
coaxing his dick inside until he could feel her cervix. Rachel's moans had changed too, she was
squealing and begging and groaning deeply. Finally it was too much. He looked into her eyes
and knew it was happening whether he wanted to or not. "N–" he tried to say. "I d–I can't…" He
shook his head. She knew it was coming too. She wished she could say that this was because
she wanted it to be over but what she felt happen was deeper, something primal–the same force
that brought that sultry look to her eyes–that encouraged her to bite her lower lip and nod her
head. 'Do it,' she told him with her eyes. Her cervix was ready for it. The pleasure built to a
point, and over several moments he squirted his cum into her, her muscles squeezing out every
drop. When he was finished he lowered her down, eased himself out of her. She flopped down
onto her side and he did the same on the opposite side, her ass inches from his face. He
watched as his fluid eventually made its way out of her, dripped down her leg and onto the bed.
"Beautiful." he said. He sat up and positioned his body at her legs from behind and slid two
fingers easily inside her, staring at her in earnest. She barely reacted. "Did you…?" She
wouldn't dare lie to him right now. "Hhuuh… yeah…" He chuckled, "When?" he asked honestly.
"When I…" Her mind was still racing, catching her breath, lightheaded. Her vision hadn't gone
back to normal. "It was… when you choked me… well I guess it started then." She was shaking.
"Started?" "Yeah… um it was like the whole time after that." "That whole time?" He asked in
amazement. "You were cumming?" "Mhm." she nodded and rubbed her eyes. "Do you want to
again?" She panicked. 'No no no no,' but she couldn't, Brooke said. "Yeah." And immediately he
began fingering her g-spot hard. Her mouth and eyes widened, she moaned. Her arms flailed
and feet kicked. His other hand went to the spot just above her pussy and pressed down hard.
The pressure on her g-spot and bladder mounted and she squirted clear liquid. Once wasn't
enough though. He kept this up for minutes, forcing her to squirt several times. When he finally
stopped, he brought his mouth to her pussy again and drank up her remaining fluid. He
straddled her again and brought his hands to her throat. "Oh my god." he said quietly in his
post-euphoria clarity. "You are amazing." and they kissed deeply. He squeezed harder and
harder til she was gasping for air. "It's okay, stay calm. I'll keep you safe, baby." he said into her
lips. Her face turned red and a moment later she had lost consciousness completely. Finally he
rose from her and spent several minutes running his fingers over her unconscious body, felt her
chest rise and fall, explored her asshole. When he was done he got up and left the room to give
her a break before their next session.