Carnal Series 1 - Carnal lesson by Harper Vonna

planted her hands on his thighs. Her fingers felt small against his muscles, her mouth an inviting if reluctant cave. A sense of well-being stole over him. He’d done well. The little bitch had learned her first and most important lesson and now, by damn, he’d milk his reward from her.
    Years of training sex slaves had tempered his sex drive. He still loved fucking, no doubt about it, but he no longer had to weather his primal nature. Experience had taught him that at the end of each and every day he’d get his way.
    The latest subject was at his feet, beaten down and at least temporarily broken. She lived to serve him, would obey his every command, struggle to swallow every drop.
    Losing himself in the delicious moment, he began thrusting into her. She shivered wavelike but didn’t try to break free. With every breath she took, he relished his domination.
    He had her where he wanted her. He might not have paid for her, but she belonged to him. She lived to serve him and fill her mouth with his angry cock.
    “ Take it, bitch! Wrap your mind around what the word helpless truly means. Never forget today, got it!”
    Fucking was making him short of breath, and he wasn’t done by half imprinting her new reality on her. He’d pummel every last vestige of ego out of her, turn her into his receptacle.
    Ejaculate into her helpless mouth.
    Hold her against him as she frantically swallowed his gift.  
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    Hours and minutes slipped past. Cheri lost track of whether it was day or night. The dildo, chastity belt, and mouth spreader disappeared. The collar remained. Twice her captor let her eat, but she had to do so while on her hands and knees lapping from a bowl. He took her back into the shower, even let her nap on the hard, narrow mattress.  
    The desperately-needed rest hadn’t lasted long enough. She’d just gotten used to the bonds roping her wrists to her ankles and keeping her on her side when Reno returned. He untied her and massaged her aching muscles, then presented a long metal bar with cuffs at either end. She didn’t resist when he used the bar to spread and restrain her arms. He did the same to her legs. With his encouragement , she learned how to shuffle with her legs wide apart. He planted her in front of the camera and switched her buttocks with a long, thin whip. She had no idea how many times she circled in full and humiliating view of the unknown watcher.
    When she couldn’t go any more, Reno had her stand before him. Reaching between her naked legs, he began stimulating her clit. She climaxed within seconds, whimpering and sobbing. Minutes later he again put her through the ordeal .
    “ Not so haughty anymore are you,” he said as she swayed and shivered. “Maybe you’re starting to get the point. You’re meat, a piece of clay.”
    Instead of letting her recover, he reconfigured her bonds and took her outside. Explaining nothing, he walked her barefoot down a trail that meandered through the vegetation. With her elbows restrained behind her and a ball gag filling her mouth, she meekly submitted to the tugs on her collar. At least she was away from the damnable camera, but there might be others out here.
    Reno told her the names and use of several plants, making her wonder if he intended to quiz her. Hard as she tried to keep everything straight, dread made that impossible.
    Whistling, he led her to the base of a large  tree with many branches and a chain around the base of the trunk. After positioning her under a sturdy limb, he freed her elbows and stepped back. How she wanted to run! Even shredding her feet would be worth getting away from him.
    But she didn’t know where she was.
    His silence was nearly her undoing. The sun had just set, and darkness was pressing around her. Unnerved for maybe the hundredth time, she offered no resistance as he bound her wrists palm to palm in front. She tried to go somewhere else in her mind as he fed the rope between her legs, taking care to make sure it