Slave Girls of Alpha Beta Delta, Chapter 10

Taking no chances, Jenny arrived in front of Kristin’s door at 7:30 instead of 8. But she didn’t want to be too early, either, so she stood silently in the hallway, barely daring to breathe, until she heard the chiming of Bowmore’s clocktower. Then she rapped on the wooden door as loudly as she dared. Footsteps sounded, the door creaked open, and framed there in the golden light of dusk was a vision: Kristin, towering over Jenny in heels, dressed in a black leather halter top and a short black leather skirt. Taking Jenny by the hand, Kristin guided her inside the room and closed the door behind her.

There was something new in Kristin’s face tonight: a sternness, a seriousness of purpose. She had given herself a little pep talk before this meeting; though she was already quite fond of Jenny, she didn’t want to run the risk of coming across as soft. It was important to establish right from the start that she was the one in charge.

“It’s good to see you, Jenny,” she said. “But we need to set a few ground rules. First off, when you come into my room, the first thing you need to do is take off your clothes. All of them.” She made a somewhat dismissive gesture, as if to say, Now.

Jenny scrambled to get out of her skirt, blouse, bra, and panties. Her breath was coming a bit heavy as she stood naked before her...what? Friend? Lover? Slavemaster?

From a hook on the door, Kristin produced the collar that Jenny had worn the night before. “When you’re here you will always wear this collar,” she said, “which symbolizes that you belong to me. Do you understand?”

Jenny nodded. Kristin gave her the collar, and after a moment’s difficulty, Jenny was able to fasten it around her own neck.

“Now on your knees,” commanded Kristin, “with your hands behind your back.”

Jenny obeyed, growing wetter by the second as she gazed up into the blond senior’s suddenly pitiless face. “Get used to this position, Jenny. This is how I want to see you whenever you come here. Whether I’m here or not, you will assume this position and await further orders. Is that clear?”

“Yes,” Jenny murmured submissively.

“Yes, mistress.”

“Yes, mistress,” repeated Jenny.

“Good,” said Kristin, smiling that familiar smile for the first time this evening. “Now,” she said, lifting her skirt slightly, “do you know what this is?”

An enormous black plastic phallus emerged from underneath the leather. It was at least ten inches long and commensurately thick. Jenny, shocked and slightly frightened, shook her head. “This is a strap-on,” said Kristin, “Every senior has one. Take a good look.” She took a step forward so the shaft dangled inches from Jenny’s eyes. “You’ll get to know this baby very well over the course of the year. It’s a good idea if you make friends with it as soon as possible. Do you know how to suck a cock?”

Jenny answered honestly. “No.”

“You’re not a virgin, are you?”

Again, Jenny answered in the negative.

“Good,” said Kristin. “That’ll make this a lot easier. Stick your tongue out.”

Jenny did so. “Lick the tip.”

Jenny obeyed.

“Now run your tongue up the shaft.”

Tentatively, Jenny licked the plastic penis, feeling a fluttering sensation in her stomach as she gauged its size.

“Open your lips,” ordered Kristin, sliding the tip of the strap-on into Jenny’s mouth. “Let’s see how much you can take,” she said, thrusting her hips forward until Jenny started to gag. “Well, you’ll get better. Go lay down on the bed now.”

Jenny did as she was told, spreading her legs obligingly. Kristin smiled to herself – this girl is catching on in a hurry, she thought. Something had told her all along that Jenny was desperately in need of a good fucking. And now she was going to get one.

From a bedside table Kristin produced two pairs of handcuffs, which she used to bind each of Jenny’s wrists to a bedpost. Partly she didn’t want Jenny struggling too much – this might hurt a little bit. But mostly she just wanted to see her beautiful Asian slavegirl chained to the bed. She also lit a candle to leaven the growing darkness of the evening. She wanted to be sure she wouldn’t miss the look on Jenny’s face when penetrating her for the first time.

Kristin knelt between Jenny’s legs with the tip of the strap-on poised at her entrance. She looked down at the younger girl, who gazed up doe-eyed, innocent, trusting but slightly scared. It was almost too much to handle. She leaned down to kiss Jenny’s pillowy lips, tongue her ear, nibble briefly on her breasts. Then Kristin returned to her knees and eased the first inch or so into Jenny’s slippery wet cunt. Jenny’s mouth went wide and she let out a gasp that was half surprise and half pure ecstasy. This caused Kristin to abruptly abandon all restraint; she almost cruelly thrust the rest of the lengthy phallus into Jenny in one swift motion.

Jenny cut loose with a primal, animalistic howl. She had never felt anything like it in her life. (Her prom date, in addition to being quick, had been rather small.) Kristin backed almost all the way out and plunged in again. Jenny thrust her hips forward to meet the beast; she felt like she was being turned inside-out, but she wanted more, more, more.

Kristin was a big girl and in excellent physical shape, and she put all of her strength into the attempt to fuck Jenny senseless. Jenny’s first orgasm had her screaming and thrashing, the handcuffs rattling against the bedpost, but Kristin didn’t let up for a moment. She continued to pound into her freshman charge over and over, making her come again, then again, until the orgasms finally melted together into one long moment of undifferentiated bliss that enveloped the both of them.

Kristin collapsed in a heap on top of Jenny. Both girls were sweaty, exhausted, utterly satisfied. For the moment, anyway. Once she caught her breath, Kristin felt that familiar itch between her legs. She pulled off the strap-on and climbed up to straddle Jenny’s head, slipping her hands underneath and forcing it roughly up into her crotch. Almost in self-defense, Jenny began to service Kristin as best she could.

This was a new sensation for Jenny, to be completely buried in the taste and smell of another female. It was warm in there, and wet, and wonderful. She worked on finding Kristin’s clit and attending to it, bringing a delirious yelp from the blonde senior. Kristin climaxed once, then again, rubbing her clit against Jenny’s nose.

When her appetite had been sated at last, Kristin stretched herself full-length on top of the younger girl and kissed her tenderly, then started licking her own prodigious juices off Jenny’s face. Nothing was said, or needed to be said. All was quiet and peaceful as Kristin uncuffed Jenny and embraced her, savoring the feel and smell of her until they both fell asleep.

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