My Name is Mud

I spent some time looking around me as best I could. It was basically a square room. The bed I was on was against the back and side wall. There was a kitchen area by the only door in the room, a half wall blocked the kitchen from the rest of room. It was about ten or so feet from the foot of the bed to the half wall of the kitchen. To my left was a ‘living’ area, there was a couch, a trunk serving as a coffee table, and a flat panel tv on the wall. The furniture all looked easily movable, and allowed for quite a lot of space to be cleared in the center of the room. I drifted into sleep eventually.
I woke up to a short stinging pain against my clit. She seemed pleased, “Good you woke easily.” She held what seemed to be a thin metal rod. At the end was a square piece that had been used to spank my clit. She adjusted where she held and started striking my belly with the rod.

I looked away from her and stared at the ceiling the shirt stinging pain coursed through my body and the adrenaline started to pump through my veins.

I heard the man before I turned to see him, “Having fun Elena?”

She didn’t stop her ministrations as she answered, “Of course I am Eric.” I glanced at them without moving my head, Eric looked to be naked behind Elena, who was wearing only a front eyehook corset and skirt. Elena’s breasts were large and bounced as she continually raised her arm to strike me. Eric knelt down and I head fabric rustle, I turned to look at them, and they didn’t yell at me so I watched what they were doing.
Eric had managed to get himself between Elena and the bed, his mouth was latched onto her clit. I felt myself get wet between my legs. And Elena’s ministration moved there.

“What a hot little slut we have Eric.” She murmured, with a happy glint in her chocolate eyes. Eric, well practiced continued to lick at Elena’s clit while his hand unhooked her corset. I watched Eric’s well muscled arms as he did so. He was fit, and I could see his muscles moving with every movement of his fingers.

“So hasty Eric.” Elena said to him a little displeased. He seemed to have snorted into her and she moaned with pleasure. I was dripping wet, I wanted so badly to have Eric’s mouth on me, his strong tongue licking and darting in and out of me. “Go get something from the chest, Eric.” She told him gently. I didn’t watch his lean and lithe body move away.

Elena stopped hitting me and instead let her fingernails trail up and down my body. I shivered under her touch, I wrestled against the cuffs wanting to throw her down on the bed and make her cry out in pain, and writhe with want as Eric pleased me. As much as I wanted to I couldn’t tear my eyes away from Elena. Her breasts were milky white, paler than the rest of her salon tanned skin.
Her long fingers reached out and pinched my nipples. She pulled on them stretching my skin, holding my breasts taut. Her long wavy chestnut hair was loose and tickled my skin. Goosebumps flared up all over my body. Still holding and then twisting my breasts she straddled me, I felt her wet vagina on my stomach. She lowered herself down on top of me and those large breasts were in front of my eyes. Without her telling me to I latched onto one and then the other. I sucked her nipples in hard, my tongue lashing out on her hardened nipples. She eased the tension in my breasts but didn’t let go of my nipples. I know that I was moving my hips, seeking out some sort of comfort, and finding none.

Suddenly I felt Erics hands going around my waist. Leather straps were being buckled in place around my waist and thighs. A vibrator was attached on the inside of the harness and I remember it only driving me crazy. The setting was put to low, and I didn’t get much satisfaction from it.

Elena lowered herself onto the dildo and I immediately started thrusting into her. Elena was moaning in pleasure and I heard Eric chuckling behind her, his softly spoken words made it my ears, “What an eager little whore she is.”

Eric was standing next to the bed just watching us for a few minutes. Elena had let go of my breasts and was just enjoying me fucking her. I felt Eric’s strong hands grasp my breasts and I felt a sharp shooting pain go through my nipples, I looked and I saw Eric piercing my nipples. Small stainless steel loops were drawn through. I braced myself for the second piercing my focusing on Elena, her weight on me, her bouncing breasts.

The rings were in my nipples, but I was stupid to think Eric was down with them. small but sturdy link chain was drawn through each ring, the ends he handed to Elena. She tugged hard on one side then the other, and then both. Pain shot through me. I knew it hurt so much now only because the piercing were new, the tissue still tender. The pain had caused me to slacken on my thrusts.

“Harder, Slut!” Elena hissed at me as she pulled hard.

Eric had now moved, he was kneeling on the bed behind Elena. His hands went to her hips and by her groan I knew that Eric was fucking her in the ass. One of Erics hands stayed on her hip, the other went around and found her nipple. I thrust harder and harder into Elena, hoping to feel more resistance so the egg would be pushed into my clit more.

Eric was looking down at me from over Elena’s shoulder driving me on mercilessly, I wanted to be filled.

With stimulation in both orifices Elena soon orgasmed, Eric a few minutes later. Eric pulled out from Elena, and she summarily withdrew from me. The harness was taken off from me, as was the vibrator, I felt my muscles spasming around air, still looking for something substantial. Eric now took up the rod and started spanking my clit.

“Whore! You will not ask for release.” He scolded. But he was still standing naked, his body lean and muscular, my needs did not abate in the slightest, but I did control my hips, and I stopped gyrating them. Once I stopped moving he struck me twice more and with approval said to me, “Good little Whore.”

He then sat on the bed next to me. His hand rubbed my stomach, stroked my thighs. With ever movement he got closer to my vagina, my clit. I bit my lower lip trying to control myself from moving my hips. He watched me with a critical though approving eye. Finally his thumb and index finger found my clit. He was stroking me hard and fast. I started to tremble keeping myself from orgasm. I was watching his face, and he was staring right back at me. He was daring me to cum, to go against what he said and risk punishment. His thumb was rubbing my slit when his middle and index fingers thrust hard into my vagina. I gasped sharply but didn’t orgasm, I was shaking all over with the effort of keeping my orgasm in, an impossible pressure and tension had formed in my abdomen. I bit my lip so hard I tasted blood to keep myself from begging him to let me orgasm. Just as suddenly as he started he stopped everything I cried out in disbelief. In a heartbeat his fingers coated in my juices were in my mouth. I sucked on them long and hard, wishing they were his cock, hoping it was good enough and he’d shove them back into my pussy. This felt even worse than not being able to cum. His fingers were long, and almost reaching into my throat. That’s when I noticed his cock was hard and throbbing again.

I started sucking his finger again hungrily. “Stop!” He ordered me harshly and without hesitation, but much regret, I complied. He kissed me hard on the mouth, his hands finding my nipple rings and he tugged on them hard, I moaned deep in my throat, the vibrations felt in my mouth. I felt him moving on the bed, be was positioned right outside of my hole. I froze in anticipation. He thrust into me easily, my pussy well lubricated. One hand was still tugging on a nipple ring, the other closed around my throat. He was slowly cutting off my air. His hand was tightening as his thrusts grew harder and I was shaking and not even meeting his thrusts for fear of cumming. “Cum, whore!” He hissed at me. Tears flooded my eyes I was grateful. Strong shudders racked my body, I’d never had such an intense orgasm before, I lost sense of myself, I couldn’t see and I knew I was just screaming unintelligibly. But I still felt him thrusting into me for all of it.I felt him pull out of me after he came.

Elena had reappeared, dressed in black slacks and a red top. She was carrying a tray of food, and placed it on the bed on its stand above my stomach. Eric had released my ankles from the cuffs, and was now undoing my wrists. I moved to sit up on the bed, leaning against the headboard, to more easily eat, though once capable of moving my hands I only eyed the food I glanced. It was chicken and shrimp alfredo in a thick cheese sauce. It smelled delicious, and I was starving.

“Would you like to eat, slut?” Elena asked me casually.

“Yes Ma’am.” I answered promptly.

“Then you may eat, so long as you do not slurp, make a mess, and observe all dining etiquette.” She instructed me matter-of-factly.

I looked down at the plate, there was a full place setting. I suppressed a laugh as a scene from Pretty Woman flashed through my head, of Julia Roberts getting a crash course in fine dining etiquette by Hector Elizondo. Gingerly, not wanting to make a mistake, I picked up the correct fork, and twirled the noodles around it. I sat straight up, which is a workout for the abs when the legs are straight out, and did not rest my arms on the tray. While I ate perfectly, it never took me so long to eat before.

“Did you enjoy your dinner?” Eric asked innocently.

“Yes Sir. Very much. It was delicious. Thank you Sir, Ma’am.” I was polite not because I feared punishment, but it wasn’t worth it to make a fuss. These people were trainers, this was business not pleasure.

“Very good slut.” Elena said approvingly. “You are going to go into the kitchen and do the dishes.”

“Yes Ma’am.” I answered promptly. I slid out from under the tray, and stood. I picked up the tray carefully in both hands and went to the kitchen. I took the two used plates from the small table and placed, along with the pots and pans in the sink. I let the sink run so the water would be hot and to soak the pans as I looked for the soap and sponge. The plates were good chinaware, and so I tried to work fast though cautiously.
I was already washing pans when I felt the tug on my nipples. I almost dropped the pan as I gasped in surprise. I was still sore and so a small groan also escaped my lips.
“Are you complaining, whore?” Eric whispered, his tongue was in my ear, teeth nibbling and biting my earlobe. His breathing made the tiny hairs stand on end and a chill rippled down, and back up, my spine.

“N-no sir.” I murmured as I continued working.

“Good.” He chuckled in my ear. His voice was hard, yet soothing. Almost continually reassuring.

He pressed himself against me, he wasn’t wearing a shirt, but he did have jeans on. He didn’t stop nibbling on my ear. His lips are soft, and his breathe is hot. I want to turn and kiss him, but I can’t, I still have dishes to do. Block out his wet tongue exploring, the alternate sucking and biting my earlobe. Once I’ve been able to control myself he just has to keep pushing me. Eric wrapped an arm around me and is playing with my breast, the other is moving down my stomach, and brushes over my clit. A high pitched whimper escapes through my lips.

“Are you objecting?” He whispers in my ear, more seductive than scolding.

“What if I am?” I ask before I think.

His hands stop moving and I hear an excited tremble in his voice. “Are you, whore?”


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when i first wrote this story it was only some loose chapters, and not a lot of detail, i didnt actually have anything about her training, so i dont have the next scene at all. i'll try updating once a week, soner if i reviews, any feedback at all, even if its just to say it sucks, or you like it.